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It was an impressive boat. He said it was an 80 foot custom yacht. I arrived at the marina on a sunny Saturday morning in San Diego and found slip number E-12. It was a white boat with black windows and it appeared to be three levels high. There was a patio set on the second level where two gentlemen were sitting, drinking coffee and reading newspapers.

I was wearing my sexiest two piece black swimsuit with short cutoffs pulled over the bottom. I had on flip flops and carried a small weekend bag over my shoulder. As I approached the boat, both gentlemen stood up and one yelled down to me, “Are you Tina?”

I smiled up at them and responded, “Yes I am,”

They both met me at the back of the boat and helped me climb in. Both men were in their early 50’s with very nice tans and both were in good physical condition. As they had previously told me, they were business partners from Phoenix that were 1/4 share owners of the yacht. They used it several times a year to get away from their wives and go fishing out at sea. I met one of the men, Mark, on line a few weeks before where we got into some sexy chat sessions.

He knew I was a struggling recently divorced mom, in my forties who was in-between jobs and looking at the want ads every day. After a few chat sessions, he said he would hire me to be a crew member on his boat and the amount he offered was almost too good to be true. He knew I had no experience but made it clear I was not being hired for my knowledge of the sea or boats. I was desperate and at the same time a little excited about such an offer. After all, none of my friends or family had to know details. It was just a job like any other but I suspected there were more strings attached.

My boys stayed with their dad for a few weeks and my friend watched my apartment and dog. I was going out on a million dollar yacht on a new adventure and I had only the most basic knowledge of what my new job would be, or so I thought.

After I boarded and the introductions were done between Mark, John, and me, Mark handed me a contract to sign. It was very short and the basic idea was that I had to agree to do everything I was told by the captain and crew in exchange for my very generous compensation. I agreed after scanning it and signed the contract knowing full well there may be some liberties taken. I was ready for it. I was excited by the fact these two men seemed pleased at my appearance and willingness to sail with them. As a divorced mom of two boys, I have not had a lot of dating opportunities and these two men were checking me out like they had never seen a woman before. I was flattered.

They invited me up to the next level where John settled in behind a big steering wheel. Mark and I sat on a sofa by a nice wooden bar. John messed with the buttons and switches and I could feel the engines start up. It was still quiet but I could feel a subtle vibration all around me. He was talking to someone on the radio about undoing the lines and we began to slowly move out of the slip. I could see us pulling into the harbor through the huge windows opposite my seat. This was so exciting. I did not know where to look. I watched John handle the controls and I wanted to watch out the window to see all the other expensive boats in the harbor. I was riding in a very expensive boat with a couple of rich guys. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was somebody important. I had only seen things like this in the movies.

Just then, the back door opened and two younger, tanned men entered the lounge we were in. Mark introduced them as the real crew. They stayed with the boat full time for all of the various owners and did all maintenance, cleaning, food prep, and dirty work for the fishing. I think they actually lived on the boat full time. They looked like college age boys or young men and they were very well mannered. After a short introduction, they went up some stairs to another level.

I asked Mark if there were any other people on board. He said there were not. Just the four men and me – the newest crew member. He said that with a very evil grin.

We were moving very very slow through the harbor. I saw hundreds of yachts, smaller boats and sailboats. I even saw a big Navy ship of some kind. I learned there was a Navy base right in the San Diego harbor. Mark asked me what I liked to drink and I told him I loved margaritas. He mixed up a pitcher and poured each of us a drink over ice. As we got further away from the docks and the waterway widened, we began to go a little faster. I could see the opening to the ocean about a mile ahead. I asked İncirtepe Escort Mark what my first duties would be. I was anxious to learn what I would be doing for the next two weeks.

“As soon as we get out to the open sea, I will explain everything,” he said. “Just relax and enjoy the ride for now. We like to get about 20 or 30 miles out before we talk about fishing or any other plans.” He went on after a few minutes and said, “I will tell you the first rule though. Once we clear that point up ahead, we will be out of the harbor and this boat has a rule that no females on board will wear clothes out of the harbor.”

“What,” I said? “You want me to take my clothes off? And then what?”

“Nothing else,” he said. You just have to be naked past that point. “Rules are rules.”

“But seriously, I am 44 years old,” I said. “I am a mother of two. I am just an average woman in average shape. You really don’t want me running around naked. You act like I am a playboy model or stripper or something.”

“That’s exactly what we like,” he said. “We love average, but cute, curvy women. We can go to the strip clubs for twenty something college girls. Both John and I are attracted to you. You are much more attractive to us than you think. Now get undressed, you have about 1 minute before you are in violation of the rules. You don’t want to be disciplined before we even get started?”

“Disciplined? What does that mean,” I asked?

“It is all in the contract you signed,” he said. The captain has full discretion to disciple the crew as needed to keep order on the ship. But we won’t need that if you comply.”

So I stood up and slid my shorts down as he watched me. I kicked them off and hesitated for a minute. He looked right at me and said, “Now the swimsuit honey.”

I unfastened my top and very slowly let it slide down my arms and drop to the floor. His eyes were fixed on my D cup breasts. I am a brunette with dark, large nipples and my breasts hang more than I would like after two big baby boys and 44 years of gravity. I am also not as slim around the waist as I was a few years ago. I was very nervous standing there like that in front of him. And his friend John was right behind him steering the boat.

“Very nice,” he said. I love them mom boobs. Now the bottoms.”

I have been naked in front of men before. I was married once and have had at least a dozen boyfriends over the years. But this was different. I was just stripping in front of a man I just met minutes before and he was looking at me as a pure sex object. I was excited. I was so excited; my nipples were hard as though I was in a cold spray. But I was embarrassed and a little scared at the same time. I loved that he was turned on by me and I loved him directing me. This was a completely new experience for me. I never did anything like this before. I have fantasized about stripping but here I was doing for real. Fifteen years ago I might not have been so self conscious about my body. But I took a deep breath and placed my hands on my bikini bottom and slid it down over my hips and dropped it to the floor. I kicked it off over by the top.

“Very nice,” he said. “I like the shaved beaver. If you didn’t have that, I would have requested it. Now come back over here and finish your drink.”

“What if the boys come back down,” I asked?

“Just get used to that,” he said as he laughed. “You will not have any clothes on at all for 2 weeks. They will see you.”

And as if right on queue, they came back down the stairs and just looked at me standing there naked in the middle of the room. I tried to cover up but you know what that looks like. John also turned around to stare after I felt him move the engines to full power.

There I was, a 44 year old mom of two who was standing nude in front of four strange men, out in the ocean and rapidly heading away from land. It all came to me at that point. I must have been pretty naïve to agree to this. I even signed a contract agreeing to obey all orders. I just realized what those orders were going to be. I expected some flirting with Mark and even more if we really hit it off. Instead, I was facing 2 weeks of things beyond anything I ever fantasized. But I was heading away from any help or any chance of escape if things went wrong. What did I get myself into?

And I was not proven wrong. After about 30 minutes of full power, Mark slowed us to a complete stop and shut off the engines. I looked out the windows and realized I could not see land.

John said, “We are no longer in U.S. waters or U.S. İncirtepe Escort Bayan jurisdiction. Now the only law that applies is the captain’s.” I saw a very evil grin form on his lips. “And the captain is a real pervert.”

Mark stood up and unfastened his shorts, dropping them to the floor. He had a very nice sized, semi-hard penis. “As the captain,” he said “My first order to you Miss Tina is to come over here and suck my cock.”

I knew something like this was coming. “Can we do this in private,” I asked?

“This is as private as it’s going to get,” he laughed.

I knew I had no choice so walked up to him and kneeled in front of him. The others sat around the room and watched intently. I glanced once more around the room and sure enough, all eyes were glued on me. I used my best skill and maneuvered under his penis, taking it in my mouth. I grasped his naked buns with my hands and slowly worked my mouth up his shaft. He was completely hard in about fifteen seconds and quite large. His penis stood straight out from his body as it got completely hard. That part I liked. My ex husband didn’t get that hard any more. I worked slowly at first and then faster with about every third or fourth downward motion going all the way to his base. Each time I went all the way down where my nose touched his belly, the guys in the room made gasping noises. Guys are impressed by that. I alternated between gently scraping my teeth up and down his shaft and the head of his penis with pressing my tongue under it and forcing it against my upper lip and the roof of my mouth. I know from past lovers there is a difference between just going through the motions and actually sucking. I suck and my lover knows the pleasure. I also know that I am not to use my hands unless he asks me to.

He lasted a long time but I finally sensed his breathing and his hip movements quickening and tensing. Just when I thought he was close and I was ready to pull off, he grabbed me by the back of the head and forced himself in my mouth. I felt his spasm and tasted his semen all at the same time. I have not done that in a long time but he forced it and I had that nasty taste in my mouth for the first time in years. He spurted several times over about a minute and I just swallowed it as he panted. Finally, a few minutes later, after he was done, he let go of my head and let me lean back.

“Very good,” he said. “I like the non-hands motion. And just to be clear, you will swallow all cum. That is another rule. Don’t try to pull off ever again.”

I took a big gulp of my margarita and turned to face the men again. John was unfastening his shorts and smiled at me. I knew I was going to have to do him next. I had never been with two men before, much less four. I was feeling like a prostitute. I even asked Mark at that point, “Why don’t you guys just hire prostitutes for this?”

He replied that anyone can hire a prostitute but having a local neighborhood mom serving the crew is every man’s fantasy. He said he wanted to see if he could turn me into a real slut.

I already felt like a real slut.

At that point I was just about ready for more. I walked over to John with much more confidence and pushed him back on the sofa. I kneeled in front of him and began sucking his penis with enthusiasm. I knew I was in for a few weeks of crazy fun so why not get into it. I went down on him for only about 10 minutes before he tensed up. I followed orders and just stayed on him as he climaxed into my mouth. It was very nasty but I took it all and swallowed it. All the guys clapped and cheered. I was their entertainment and I was succeeding in getting them off…..me…..just an average mom from Chicago. I was being their whore and loving it. If my ex could only see me now.

I got up and drank a whole margarita down. Maybe the alcohol was adding to my new mood. I don’t know. Just then, the two young guys left. I was actually disappointed because I thought they were next. Mark told me they had some work to do but would be visiting me in my room later that night. Mark, John, and I sat in the lounge for a few more hours, drinking margaritas and just getting to know each other. I was nude of course. I learned they had plans to role play with me and do a number of sexual kinky things over the two weeks. They were both real perverts whose wives were not interested in their games. I must say I was not really sure I was ready for all the things we discussed but I was going to try. The made it clear that they owned me and they could do as they please. They sat on either Escort İncirtepe side of me, feeling and groping my breasts. At one point Mark had me lay on the coffee table facing them and spread my legs for them. He commented that he liked my vagina and told me to spread it open for them. I know strippers do this but that was even more demeaning than giving a blow job. John said he was going to have fun seeing what all he could fit in there. I know my ex complained about its size after having two very big babies. But these guys acted impressed rather than disappointed.

Early in the afternoon, we ate lunch and Mark took me to my cabin. It had a nice big bed. It was almost king sized. He opened my bag and took out my extra clothes including a bra, a few panties and both swimsuits. He picked up my other swimsuit and shorts. He said, “you will get all this back when we return to San Diego.”

As he left, he said, “Come on back up on deck whenever you are ready or just relax a while.”

He was gone about 30 seconds when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and the two young guys pushed their way into my room. “Are you ready for your blowjobs guys,” I asked?

They both laughed and grabbed me to push me on the bed. One held my wrists as the other unfastened his pants, forced my legs apart and forced his penis into my vagina. It happened so fast, I almost forgot what my deal was. I fought and struggled because I did not know what was going on. As a struggled, the one guy held my wrists tightly while the one raping me held a hand over my mouth and another hand tight around my throat. These guys were rough. I was scared…..and excited all at the same time. He was not gentle. He pounded me hard and in a matter of minutes, he climaxed inside me. Lucky for me, I am very good about my birth control. He never even thought about a condom.

As soon as he finished, the other one swung around and rammed his already-hard penis into me. They did not have to hold me down any more. I was not fighting. He raped me for about 15 minutes and also climaxed inside me. They both got up and got dressed. One said, “We will be back tonight. See you at dinner.” Then they closed the door behind them. All I could do was lay there, stunned. I knew the deal but they were so rough-and not at all like the well mannered young guys I thought.

Later on, after dinner, where I was still nude, I had to give both Mark and John blowjobs again. And I got my dessert again. Mark told me I was going to be a great addition to the crew and he would give me the rest of the night off. But of course, as soon as I went to my cabin, the boys came in. This time, they did not even knock. Over the next few hours, they both raped me twice and I had to lick and suck various parts of their bodies. They did talk to me a lot more and told me the guys have done this before and they will be getting very kinky over the next few days.

Sure enough, the next 13 days were interesting. The guys did some fishing. They shot guns off the back of the boat. They drank a lot and ate a lot. But in between, we had sex at least a hundred times in ways I never imagined. It would take a hundred pages to describe everything. There will be more writing. They tied me up in different ways. They raped me. They used toys on me. They made me do things I have never done. I licked places I never licked.

At times I was treated like a queen and at others, I was just a slave. They pleased me and tortured me. But more than that, they pleased themselves. I was there to provide sex and entertainment. I was a whore, their private whore. At no point could I see land. I was their captive and they knew it. But the adventure and excitement were beyond compare. I was sexually free and my friends and family would never know. I even enjoyed swallowing semen and being raped repeatedly. I know that sounds odd but I think it has been said that you bond with your captors. Of course I actually volunteered but I should have read the contract.

I woke up early on the second day and showered. I wrapped in a towel and climbed two sets of stairs to the main cabin. Mark and John were nude and drinking coffee. John grabbed my towel and violently jerked it away. “Don’t make mw take your towels away too.” He said. I apologized and sat down.

We had coffee and fruit as the boys worked outside. After breakfast, John got up and carried a gym bag over to me. He fumbled around and pulled out four leather cuffs with steel rings attached. Without asking, he fastened them tightly to my wrists and ankles.

“We have a fun day planned for you” he said. “If you need to go to the bathroom, you better go now. You might not be free to go until tonight.” They both laughed and as I headed down the stairs, I saw them both removing coils of rope and other leather and metal devices from the bag.

I knew my second day was going to be a bigger challenge than my first.

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Greetings and salutations dear readers. The story you are about to read is a narration of one of my most cherished memories. The incident happened when I and my wife took a vacation to Las Vegas. Now I know what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but this experience was something worth sharing. Well before I get too ahead of myself, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sameer and I am the Non-resident Indian counterpart of what American’s call the Average Joe. I was born, raised, and education in India. I received my Undergrad education from IIT Delhi, a very well renowned college, and then came to the US for my Masters Degree. I majored in Computer science from UT Austin and upon completing my degree was soon employed as a Software engineer.

As is with us Indians in the US, I lived as bachelor for a few years making my money, partying the nights out, and saving a few dollars for later. After tiring of my bachelor life, I went back to India for the traditional arranged marriage. My parents had selected a few girls for me to see, and during this trip, I met Sanjana, briefly courted her and got engaged. I came back to the US and this was when I helped raised the AT&T stock price by making hour to two hour long international call almost on a daily basis.

Sanjana was a typical Indian girl though she was educated with a BS degree in engineering. An educated wife was one of my requirements. She was good looking, with sharp features; her figure was right about average with curves in the right places and a slightly bulging tummy. I thought and still think that she’s beautiful. The way I see it, I’m no Tom Cruise either, and I still got a better deal. Out initial phone calls were formal ones, with us still trying to break the ice. Trying to make her more comfortable, I started joking a lot, and even sharing dirty jokes, and she would laugh. After a few calls, she started sharing them too. As our wedding date got closer, our calls got more and more intimate. We talked about our wedding night, what we wanted to do to with each other, and we even had some really hot and intense phone sex sessions. I would be stroking myself at my end and she would finger herself at hers describing to each other what we were doing in detail. Imagining Sanjana masturbating and hearing her voice get throaty while she played with her pussy made my cock swell more than normal, and our manual stimulations made our simultaneous orgasms even more intense as we encouraged each other to cum harder. Sometimes we would make each other groan loudly into the phone as we came. So by the time the wedding season actually approached, we were extremely horny for each other.

I flew back to India for my wedding, and during the long flight every time my mind would wander and I’d imagine my wedding night, I would get an instant hard-on. For those who don’t know, Hindu marriages are very elaborate and often take days. Now I respect my culture and beliefs as much as the next Indian, but believe me when I say this, those were the longest moments of my life. When her parents finally brought Sanjana to sit next to me, I turned my head to look at her and was stunned. Sanjana looked like an exotic beauty and I couldn’t believe my luck. I had hit the jackpot! During the ceremony, every time I would touch Sanjana’s hand, my cock would twitch. Our wedding time, i.e. Muhurat or Auspicious time was early in the morning, so rather than drag out the events, we held our reception that same evening.

During the reception, Sanjana and I were seated on an open stage for the most part so we really had to behave ourselves. But whenever we got the change I would whisper naughtily to her and she would break into a shy smile. I would tell her what I was planning to do with her, and every time I mentioned something really explicit, she should shudder. I was able to see the goosebumps form on her jewelry laden henna covered arms. Just being around her in anticipation was intoxicating for me. During dinner, I made Sanjana sit on my left side on purpose, since we always eat with our right hand; my left hand was free to be naughty. Sanjana was dressed in a very heavy Saree tied low that left the side of her belly uncovered every time she lifted her right arm. So every chance I got, I would brush my fingers on her bare skin, and being a demure bride, she could do nothing but bear it. I even placed my hand on her lap and simply moved it over her Saree when no one was looking. Sanjana was certainly feeling the effects that much was evident to me and I knew I was having a good time at her expense. So you can imagine my state that by the end the day, my cock felt like it had been experiencing a permanent erection.

After the reception, we came back to my parents’ house where we had to endure some more ceremonies after which we were finally escorted to our honeymoon sweet at a Hotel. Traditionally, the wedding night is celebrated at home, but I was not going to have this night interrupted by my naughty and nosy cousins (which also happens unfortunately, but it’s all in good humor). The elder women of the family then helped Kazımkarabekir Escort Sanjana remove bulky jewelry and the heavy flowers she was wearing on her head. My aunts then quipped that the other tit-bits of jewelry and flowers were my job. Something I’m sure they knew I was looking forward to judging from the controlled impatience of my face.

We finally left the house as bride and groom and were escorted by a couple of my older cousins and their wives (the bride and groom are rarely left alone in India, outside the bedroom). The check-in arrangements had already been taken care of prior to our arrival and so we went straight to the honeymoon suite. We checked out the room, and the men stayed in the sitting area for a while chatting comfortably while the ladies were in the room. Being very understanding of our situation, the ladies came out in ten minutes and announced that my bride was ready. After a few good natured jokes and advices, the escorts departed and finally I was alone with my bride. It was the time we had been waiting for, for a very long time!

I turn off the sitting room lights and walked into the room. The sight that beheld me was breath taking (well I am biased after all). Sanjana was sitting on the bed with her feet up and pulled in. Her arms were wrapped around her legs and her head was down under a veil in a very shy and demure pose very typical (and Bollywood) of new Indian brides. We had been talking and fantasizing about this night to know that this demureness was just part of a pre-conceived plan so I played along.

I walked in and slowly approached her. Stopping next to her, I bent down and gently kissed her veiled head before sitting across from her. Again in Bollywood fashion, I reached out with both hands and slowly pulled her veil over her head. I gently moved my hand under her chin, and slowly raised her face. Her eyes were still looking down when I simple took a deep breath and whispered “Beautiful”. Sanjana finally looked at me and smiled and our eyes had the look of want and desire that had been controlled and suppressed for too long.

Both leaned forward at the same time, our eyes closing, and mouths slightly open. Our lips met tenderly for a second, and then as if our lust had reached some sort of flashpoint, we immediately wrapped our arms each other and started kissing each other aggressively. Our mouths opened up and our tongues were darting into each other mouths. The experience was so arousing that I felt my neck burn under my collar. Not really caring, I pulled Sanjana on the bed and started kissing her neck. She was dressed in a traditionally Indian Saree, and we both lost no time is relieving each other of our clothes. I had heard that wedding night is slow and awkward. But ours was nothing like that. It was fast, hard, raw, and purely lustful.

Wanting to get her out of the confines of her bulky Saree, I pulled put the clip that was holding the Saree to her waist and rather than unwrapped it, I had Sanjana lift her hips so I could pull the Saree down. Sanjana in turn helped me take off my Jacket, tie, shirt and pants. Soon I was in my boxers and Sanjana was in her blouse and Petticoat (it’s a thin skirt worn under the Saree). I spent a few minutes of kissing her chest and exposed cleaving and rubbing my hands on her exposed belly before unhooking her blouse revealing her gorgeous bra covered breasts. I caressed them gently and squeezed a few times as I kissed her neck. Sanjana was busy running her hands all over my back and moaning incomprehensible words.

I reached down and untied her skirt was totally thrilled to find that she wasn’t wearing panties. During our phone calls, I had teased her (almost dared her) to not wear a panties under her Saree especially during her wedding. At that time she had laughed it off, but now seeing that she actually did it, drove me even wilder than I was. I rubbed my hand gently between her legs to find her pussy getting wetter. Not wanting to be out done, Sanjana pushed my boxers down and as my cock sprang up, she wrapped her hands around it. Her touch caused a new wave of blood to rush into my already hard dick and it swelled even more. Now I was naked and she wasn’t, so I immediately slipped my hand under her, and after a few seconds of fumbling, unhooked her bra and literally yanked it from her body exposing my new best friends!

I massaged her breasts and sucked her nipples. At 34C her breasts where quiet a handful for me. We kissed each other all over. My cock just stayed hard throughout our foreplay and every time her pussy touched any part of my body, it left a wet mark behind. Her every movement made her breasts sway, and I would move my eyes following her nipples like a hunter pouncing on them over and over again and licking them, sucking them, and leaving “Sameer was here” bite marks. During our phone sex sessions, I would often ask Sanjana to lick her wet fingers for me and then describe the taste, now it was time for me to find out for myself.

I got between her legs and admired her very wet pussy Escort Kazımkarabekir with her juices slowly dripping out and down her ass crack. Her pussy was quivering, beckoning me to come and devour it and I was all for it. What really caught my eye and amazed me was the size of her clit. It was almost a centimeter wide and sticking out, what a sight it was! I flattened my tongue over her lips and lapped the entire length of her slit. I still remember clearly, the deep guttural moan that Sanjana managed out. It was almost an out of body experience for her, and she tasted even better than how I thought she would. I wrapped my lips around her clit and then sucked even harder. It was like I was sucking on a fingertip and it was very sensitive. My sucking was causing her pussy to gush out more juices which I was more than happy lapping up. It only took a few minutes of my mouth on her pussy and Sanjana had her first orgasm for the night.

Not wanting to be left behind, Sanjana also wanted to explore my cock which I had been raving about for so long on the phone. Now I’m no porn star material, just an average size even in this department. Fortunately I am good enough for Sanjana, who’s never complained about my size. She started by using her fingers and hand on me, gently stroking it. She kissed my tip and after stroking me a few times, I started oozing pre-cum. She rubbed it all over my cock head and then kissed it again, licking her lips after. While not her favorite flavor, she liked the taste enough to take my cock in her mouth and started to suck me off. Wanting to please me, she got a little too eager and used her teeth, and after a few painful moments and winces she got the hang of it. After fantasizing for months about this, there was no way I was going to last and I think after about two minutes of her mouth and hand, I announced my impending load. Sanjana took her mouth off and continues to stroke me and when I came, my first load shot up almost a foot high before landing in her hair. I shot a few more loads (not as high) while she kept pumping and covering her hand and my cock with my cum. Once I was done, she tentatively licked a little bit of cum from her hand and again didn’t seem to mind the taste. But rather than licking her hand she wiped it off the bed sheet before I pulled her on top of me.

We kissed again, enjoying our wedding night to its fullest. I made her lie on her back before visiting my two new best friends again. Within moments of my onslaught of her breasts I felt the life come back to my cock and soon I was saluting in attention. It was now my moment of glory. I got between her legs and her pussy was still oozing juices so I wasn’t worrying about lubrication. I rubbed my cock over it and my precum and her juices mixed together lubricating my cock. I looked into Sanjana’s eyes and then gently pushed my cockhead in. Oh god, oh god, I thought to myself as I slowly shoved my cock deep into her pussy. I heard her moan and groan in both pain and pleasure and when I stopped, she encouraged me to keep going and soon I was all the way in her. She was wet, she was hot and her pussy was milking my cock even without me moving. We had wanted to fuck each other for a long time now and our lust and desire for each other was evident and obvious.

I lay on top of her feeling my chest crush her breasts and nipples. As my cock surged in and out of her pussy, I felt her wrap her legs around me which made me go even deeper in her. In this position I could feel my cock hitting her cervix and my pubic bone was grinding on her big clit. While this was our wedding night as a brand new couple we should have been making love, but we had been so horny, that it immediately turned into pure hot raw passionate and sweaty sex. She was soon fucking me back just as hard as I was driving my cock into her. It felt great, too great almost and for an instant I fear I would come before her. Fortunately she was just as horny as I was and again within a few moments of our intense fucking, both of us screamed our orgasms

So this was our first sex session and we had two more before calling it a night. We were in India for ten more days and of course every night was another adventure. Since we were back in my parents’ homes, we had to keep our voices down. However, back in the US, our sex sessions were in full swing again. For the first few months, its was every night (expect the first few says of the monthly cycle). Some times, Sanjana would call me at work and tease me, or leave a sexy voice mail, and my commutes home were never more agonizing. Once we had a marathon from Friday night till Sunday night when all we did was eat drink, have sex and sleep. We didn’t go out, answer any phone call, or check any emails. We played sexual games, used chocolate syrup and whip cream on our bodies, and Sanjana did a striptease for me. We watched porn and fucked along with the actors, mimicking their positions, and we tried various positions of the Kamasutra, though not all of them worked for us. So all in all it was great!

Now Kazımkarabekir Escort Bayan what makes all this interesting is that Sanjana by nature is a very shy and demure person to the world. No one would ever in their wildest dreams thing that Sanjana was as sexually adventures as she is. To everyone from family to friends, Sanjana is a simple traditional Indian wife, with a demure and pleasant personality. Little did they know!

Our sex life wasn’t really limited to hour home. I am lucky enough to have a wife who is open to new ideas. Whenever opportunity allowed we’ve had sex outdoors such as the beach, or in the woods (while taking a small detour from the hiking grounds), swimming pools and hot tubs, etc. Sanjana had a fantasy of having sex in a car while over looking the city lights like she had seen in the movies, so I was more than happy enough to find the perfect stop for that. We often teased each other in restaurants and theatres when we knew we couldn’t have sex, but it aroused us enough to have a good time as soon as we got home.

This went on for a few years and as with everything in life, our sex life also got a little sidelined. Both of us have high stress careers and since we neither had the time or the energy, the desire of sex also waned. We even tried making sex appointments with each other, and while that was good, it lacked the intensity. We just needed to get out of the rut, out of the routine of life that while very lucrative for us in one way, was depriving us in another.

So this is where the real story starts. Once after a pretty decent sex session, I have Sanjana lying over me, she causally asked mentioned that I haven’t really shared any fantasies with her.

“Well, honestly speaking, you have always been so supportive and adventurous I really don’t feel that I’m missing anything.” I replied to her query.

“Come on, don’t be so boring.” Sanjana chided kissing my lips.

“No really, I’m very content.” I said again.

Being a woman, she didn’t give up saying “There must be something. We can’t have fulfilled all of your desires.”

I was silent for a long time and knowing me well enough Sanjana knew that something was going through my mind.

“What, just say it honey, I love you and I really want to know.” She said

Holding my breath and hoping that Sanjana won’t kill me I said, “Well, I’ve always found the idea of you with another woman to be very erotic.”

This time it was Sanjana who was quiet and just as I was about to apologize and beg for mercy, she kissed my chest and said “sounds interesting, but can it actually happen? I mean it is possible?”

Thanking my lucky stars that she didn’t reject the idea I said, “Possible I’m sure, feasible I don’t know. You know, we’re Indians, and if anyone in our community here found out then you know the consequences.”

“Yea I do, that’s why I asked if it’s possible.” She said. “Honestly I don’t know if I want to do this with anyone outside the Indian community. That just might be too foreign.”

“Hmmm,” I nodded. “Yea I’d much rather see you with an Indian woman. But I don’t think we’re ever find anyone as sexy as you though” and smiled.

I was rewards with a hot passionate kiss for that comment and another round of some hot sex. Even though we had just had sex, this new idea that had been planted in our heads had given us a new spark that made this round almost as intense as out earlier sex sessions.

However, this proved to be a lot harder than we thought. Like I said, my wife and I have a certain reputation in the community and tarnishing that was absolutely not at option. We aren’t swingers either and didn’t want to join a club or website. Locals clubs were not really an option due to the off-handed chance that we might be spotted there. So we decided to take it in stride and if and when such an opportunity came, we’ll avail it.

A few months after our bedroom revelation, Sanjana and I decided we need a break and decided to go out of town for a dew days. We took a couple of days off from work to avoid the weekend rush and flew to Las Vegas. Sanjana had always wanted to see it, and this was a perfect time. We wanted to stay on the Strip to experience Las Vegas in all its glory and picked the Luxor. This Casino/Hotel is shaped like a pyramid and filled with Egyptian-style architecture. We check the internet and found it had a lot of amenities so we booked our room, and made reservation at the Oasis Spa. They had a number of restaurants and a Dance club as well. We also bought tickets for the various shows and looked forward a very relaxing few days.

We landed by early evening, took the shuttle to the hotel. Since we didn’t plan on leaving the Strip we didn’t bother renting a car. We checked into the Pyramid Deluxe room which was overlooking the Luxor’s sprawling atrium. The room had a warm, welcoming sense with soft and rich colors. It had the regular hotel amenities and the Deluxe room came with an over sized double shower, a hot tub/Jacuzzi, a big screen TV and we had a bottle of Champagne being chilled in the ice bucket when we entered our room. There was a note next to the bottle that said, “Legend has it that Queen Nefertiti was pampered and spoiled all her life. You deserve at least one evening”. Sanjana and I read the note and both smiled that thinking the exact same thing. This trip had all the makings of a great and memorable vacation.

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His name was Matthew. I never realized how much an eighteen year old boy could make my panties so wet without even touching me. I was the manager of a major retail store and never in my life had I ever dreamed of starting an inappropriate relationship with a coworker. It was never supposed to happen, but when you spend a lot of time together and get to know each other it’s bound to happen. Matthew was my most valuable employee. He worked hard, was dedicated and great with the customers. Anything I needed I could count on him

I am not sure when all this started. He and I often talked while we worked to pass the time. One night we had to stay late to set the new Christmas set and began talking of our past relationships. He mentioned he had no experience with women and was embarrassed to admit he was still a virgin.

“There is no reason to be ashamed of that!” I told him.”It just means you are waiting for the right one.”

He blushed and said he just didn’t think he had anything to offer.

I was floored! This young man was the sweetest guy around! I jokingly told him if I were a decade younger I would have asked him out! That was the first time we spoke so openly about our personal lives. went by and not a word was said, however small gestures were made more and more frequently. A handshake that lingered, a pat on the back that moved lower and lower and eventually slaps across the ass. I made sure I did not touch him, but he made it apparent he wanted me to. I was cautious not to jeopardize our jobs and more importantly our working relationship. As the months went by he found ways to rub against me while we worked. I found myself pushing and leaning into him.

“What the hell am I doing? I am way too old for him and I am reading too much into this,” I thought. I decided I had to talk to him about what was going on.

I called Matt into my office and closed the door. The look of concern on his face increased as I sat across from him and leaned back. My black skirt moved up my tanned and toned thigh and I watched Matt’s eyes follow the skirt up. Those dark eyes made my heart beat just a little faster.

“Matt, we need to talk. I really appreciate everything you do here and I am very pleased with your work performance, but I am concerned about some of the interactions we have been having.”

Suddenly everything I had planned on saying was gone. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but his lips. I stopped talking took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

“What is going on between us? I have noticed you brushing against me, your hands getting lower and lower and even now your eyes roaming all over me! At first I thought I was reading too much into it, but now I know I am not” Matthew blushed as he looked down at his hands.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just thought it was what you wanted.”

“What I wanted? What are you talking about?” I asked

“The night we spent setting up the Christmas display, you said you would have dated me”

“Christ Matt! There are so many things wrong with that!! One, I am 15 years older than you. Two, I am your boss. Three — well crap, I don’t know what three is right now! But the point is I am too old for you.”

“Is that all?” Matt asked as he rose from his chair.

I told myself, “Say no, that’s not all. Tell him to take you right there. Tell him to bend you over the desk, rip open your shirt and fuck you properly.” My mind was racing. I knew better than to persue an employee, especially one so young and a virgin. I was going to need some batteries tonight.

“Yes Matt, that is all for now.” I could kick myself! Here is this young handsome boy, man, wanting me to flirt back and I was turning it down, for now anyway.

That night I went home with a bottle of wine and batteries. As I drank my wine I began to fantasize about Matthew and myself. My hands slid over my breasts and unbuttoned my blouse. I ran my fingers across the black bra and felt my nipples harden. I slid my hand inside to pinch the nubs and make the aching go away. It didn’t help. I removed my bra and began caressing my tits with my hands, pinching, twisting and pulling at my taut nipples. I grope my breasts and push them into my body, pretending they are his hands. I let my hands roam down to the curve of my hips, across my abdomen and stopped short. My skirt is in the way. I decided to stop and take a long hot bath to unwind myself. I grab my glass of wine and head to the bathroom. I should not be having these thoughts – especially about Matthew. I am way too old for him.

The hot water fills the tub and I climb in allowing the hot water to consume me. Water rolls over the tops of my mound and around my breasts. The yearning of being touched is more than I can stand. I slide my hands back over my breasts and begin to knead them. I caress each one softly and slowly. The sensual act is causing my insides to quake. I move my hands lower and begin to rub my labia, sliding my finger between the folds. A moan escapes my lips and I begin to rub a little harder. My fingers begin to pump themselves deeper into Küçükçekmece Escort my pussy. My heart is racing and all I can think of is him. One hand is grinding into my mound, fingering myself while the other is massaging my large tits. I can’t control my hips as they rise and fall into my hands. I work my fingers on my swollen clit, pinching and pulling on it trying feverishly to bring myself to climax. “Matt, oh god Matt” is coming from my lips. Water is sloshing on the floor while I fuck myself in the tub. I am so close to cumming when I hear the annoying chirp of my cell phone.

“Dammit! Who calls at 10:00 pm on a week night?”

I reach over to the sink and look at the caller ID. The store. Of course. The one night I get out of work on time and they need me. I let it go to voicemail and get back to my own fantasy. Not two minutes go by and the phone is going again. I decide to answer it because of the back to back calls.

“Hello,” I say breathlessly.

“Umm hey Boss Lady, it’s Matthew, from the store.”

“What’s up Matt?” I can’t slow my breathing down. Just hearing his voice brings back what I had just been thinking.

“Are you ok? You sound out of breath.” He asks.

“I’m fine I was just getting home” I lied. I wasn’t fine. I wanted him. I wanted him there with me in the tub. Touching me and pleasuring me in all the right places.

“What do you need Matt?” I asked

“You,” he replied. Then quickly added “at the store our new set has arrived and we need to have it up by tomorrow.”

Damn why couldn’t he just have left it at he needed me?

“Okay I’ll be in soon.”

I climb out of the tub and begin to dress to head back to the store for the never ending work ahead. Since the store is closed I opt for my yoga pants and a plain white tee. Nobody will be there when I am working anyway, I reason, so I am not going to mess with anything more.

Thirty minutes later I am back at the store as the other employees are locking up.

“Good night guys! See you in the morning!” I walk into my office to put away my purse and grab my headphones to start the new set.

As I head back to the stock room I wave at Matthew and tell him good night. The stock room is packed with the new merchandise that needs to be displayed.

“This is going to take forever!!” I say to myself.

I wheel out the first display, put in my headphones and begin to set up the display. I must have really been into it, because I didn’t hear Matthew come up behind me. His body was inches from mine as he pulls my earphones out.

“Holy shit! Matt, you scared me!”

“Sorry, I feel bad you have to stay so late tonight. Want some help?” He asked

“It’s ok. You don’t have to stay. I am sure I will get this done by morning. Go home and enjoy your night.” I replied.

“I’d rather stay.” His eyes are so dark and tempting, I can’t say no.

“Thanks,” is all I can muster.

We worked together with a little chit chat during the set ups. After two hours of getting the new merchandise out, I caught him looking at my ass. I decided to call him on it. He blushed and apologized. I couldn’t help myself. I found a shelf that I needed his “help” putting up and asked him to do so. As he passed behind me I pushed my ass into his crotch and stopped waiting for him to make the next move. His hands went to my hips and it was my turn to move.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I lamely ask.

Only one word left his lips “Yes.”

I leaned back into him and he stilled. I took his hands and wrapped them around my waist. He was still motionless. I could feel his heartbeat against my back. I laced my fingers thru his had moved them higher around my waist, towards my breasts and stopped again. I laid my head against him and rolled my neck to the side to see him. He looked stunned. Shocked that this was happening but afraid to say anything and make it stop.

I whispered again, “Tell me to stop and I will.”

No words left his mouth, just his warm breath against my neck. Matthew and I stood there unmoving for what seemed like forever. I began to have second thoughts and pulled away. His hands tightened around me.

“Don’t go. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do next. I mean, I know what I WANT to do but I don’t want to disappoint you.” Matt says as he presses tighter against me.

“I understand, but I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. I don’t want our relationship to be awkward if we do this. I don’t want to push you too far,” I reassured him.

“Then teach me everything. I am your student,” he grinned.

“One thing at a time, I don’t want to scare you off!” I joke.

I turn to face him and wrap my arms around his neck. I lean in close and softly kiss his lips. His hands instinctively wrap around my face holding me to his mouth. I use my tongue to trace his lips and he allows entry into his mouth. He tastes so sweet, like honey. My senses are overwhelmed with his scent. I can feel his body vibrate Küçükçekmece Escort Bayan as I deepen the kiss. Moans leave his mouth and entice me to become more frantic. I run my hands into his thick dark hair gently pulling him into me. He begins to return my kisses. His inexperienced tongue learns how to return the kisses and he soon has me intoxicated. I break the kiss and his mouth follows me. I am breathless. He is everything I had hoped. I begin to think I can train this boy to become my sex slave. All the dirty images flash across my mind and I grin

“Was it that good?” He asks.

“Yes it was, but that’s not what made me smile.” I chuckled.

“Then what made you grin like that?” He insisted.

“You’ll see. I mean if you want.” I hoped he did.

We went back to work, but I doubted that either of our minds was focused. Around 3:00am I could no longer keep my eyes open.

“Matt, I have to call it a night. I am too tired to finish this tonight. I will do it in the morning… Which is in a few hours. Great. I need to sleep.”

Matt walked over to me put his arm around my neck and kissed my forehead

“No problem Boss Lady. Want me to take you home?”

“No thanks, I’ll be fine on my own.”

He looked upset that I had turned him down. I know we were both thinking the same thing. I just didn’t think it would be a good idea to be alone in my home with him. This was all so much too fast. As I made my way back to my office Matthew followed me while I grabbed my purse and store keys.

“You know I have wanted you from the day I met you.” He said quietly, “There is something special about you. I mean you are smoking hot but you’re also very laid back. I’ve never worked for someone like you.”

“I’m not sure how to respond other than to say thanks Matt. I really enjoy having you as an employee. That is why I am so hesitant about all this.”

“I know. It’s strange for me too but I’m willing to see where this goes.”

“Good night Matthew.”

He puts his arms back around my waist kisses me deeply and replies, “Good night Boss Lady.”

My lips are still tingling when I arrive home. I am too tired to even think about undressing for bed. The burn of his lips is still on mine and I fall asleep in minutes. At 7:00 am I hear my phone buzzing next to my head. As I reach over to see who is texting me a smile crosses my lips. It was Matthew.

“Good morning beautiful!” The text read.

I roll out of bed and get ready to start my day. When I arrive at work everyone is in full swing of preparing the store for the new sets. I hurriedly approach my office hoping to see him nearby. I am disappointed to see he is not here yet. I listen to my voicemails and begin the daily paperwork waiting for me. Busying myself with quarterly reports and planning for the next week. It’s going to be another long day. My neck and back are already aching with the stress of it all. As I am making schedules I hesitate to schedule us both together. What the hell? Nothing can happen while the store is open and he and I get more done together anyway. I make the schedules but can’t help but look forward to the nights of flirting and “accidental” touching. It’s already making me wet with my fantasies.

After my paper work is done I head to the sales floor. Matthew wasn’t to be in until 5:00 tonight anyway so I had several hours to wait to see him. I finished the set I was working on last night and quietly smiled to myself with the memory of that night still fresh. By then it was almost 5:30 and I had not yet seen him. Maybe it was all a mistake. Maybe he regretted it. Maybe I was reading too much into it. My head swam with ideas of him going to HR about what happened. I should have resisted him. Should have just let it go.

As I headed back to my office to go home, I felt a hard slap across my ass. Startled I looked behind me and there he was, grinning from ear to ear. He leaned down and whispered.

“Stop worrying. I don’t regret it and I am looking forward to more.” Then he walked away. The smile returned to my face and I almost skipped to my office.

As I packed everything up to head home, Matthew popped his head in my office and asked where I thought I was going. I laughed and told him I was going home for the night.

“Have a good night. I’ll call if I need anything,” he said.

The drive home was maddening. Was there any excuse I could find to go back to the store to spend some more one on one time with him? Why was I obsessing over this boy? I had my share of men my age that I could easily hook up with. Why was I unable to control myself around him? I was going to have to figure this out and soon. As I pulled into my driveway, my phone buzzed, I was hoping it was him begging me to come back. No such luck. It was just a text from my best friend, Samantha, who was also my occasional girlfriend. She was asking if we could go out this Friday. I replied back for her to call me when she got off work.

A few hours later, Samantha called me. Escort Küçükçekmece “Okay girl, spill it.”

“Spill what?” I was shocked that she knows me so well.

“I know when you’re hiding something!” She prodded.

“Fine, there is a guy at work that I have a strange crush on, and it makes no sense- and I am not going to pursue it because it is wrong on so many levels,” I rush to say.

She laughed at me and said “Oh this is going to be good, feel up for some company? Maybe I can take your mind off him for a while?” She said coyly, “I will be there in 15 minutes.”

True to her word Samantha was walking in my door with a bottle of wine, some Ben & Jerry’s and chocolate.

“Alright chicky, start at the good parts!” She demanded.

“I kissed him.” I explained.

“Who? And when and you’re going to have to back up to a little of the boring parts to catch me up! Was it Steve? Or the UPS guy or Dan?” She feverishly enquired.

“None of those guys. It’s Matthew.” I muttered.

“Matthew? Like fresh out of high school Matthew?” She chortled.

“Yes, him. I don’t know what I was thinking, it just kind of happened. We have always worked well together and there was some flirting in the past but nothing serious. I was working late last night with him and well, we touched and I kissed him. Sam, what am I going to do?! I can’t have anything more than a work relationship with him and I certainly can’t DO anything more with him. He is a baby! I am 15 years older than him. I am old enough to be his MOTHER for Christ’s sake! But all I can think about now is how I can get him naked and fuck him.” I paused for a break.

Samantha didn’t say much. She just stared at me in shock. She knew me better than anyone else. And this was so far from my “norm” she was speechless.

“Well, he is a cutie. And if he is into you, then why not?” She reassured me.

“Because he told me he has never been with a woman. I don’t want to take that from him. I can’t.”

“Why not?” She asked between sips of her wine. “You know you could teach him how to properly fuck a pussy. I know you did wonders to mine. You are a great teacher. Besides, age is just a number. You should be flattered that he sees you for the sexy beast that you are!” she laughed.

“Oh please, I am no sexy beast. And you don’t think it’s wrong to fuck someone fifteen years younger than me and a virgin on top of that? His first time should be more than just a quick fuck.” I explain.

“You are beautiful woman, and who’s to say it has to be a ‘wham bam thank you mam’ kind of fuck?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t want to ruin anything between us. Can we talk about something else? I am getting horny just thinking about it and I DO NOT need any more drama than what I already have. Besides, I have you.” I said as I leaned in to kiss her softly on the neck. She giggled and returned the kiss.

“Let’s get in the hot tub.” She suggested.

“That is a great idea.” I reply peeling my clothes off and heading towards the spa.

As we climb in, Samantha and I let the hot water jets massage our backs. We begin to kiss and fondle each other’s breasts.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good. I have missed you these past few weeks” Sam said.

I mumbled something incoherent against her breast. She always tasted so sweet. I never could figure out what she used. I pulled her back against me and ran my hands over her large breasts, pulling and twisting her hardening nipples into peaks. I loved how she responded to my touch. I kissed her neck and ran my hands down her body to the top of her mound and lightly tapped my fingers. She reached down to push my fingers inside her and I pulled away.

“Not yet, missy! I plan on making you suffer for a while for telling me to pursue Matthew.” I barked.

“Why??” she moaned in protest. “I was only trying to help.” She spun around and began kissing me, biting my lower lips and running her expert tongue over my teeth.

I could taste the wine and chocolate and opened myself to her more. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me. The bubbles in the tub made her tits bounce on my skin. Her erect nipples made my middle heat up as they rubbed against my already warm skin. I squeezed her ass and slid my fingers around her hole. I made sure not to enter her yet, just a little pressure to get her wanting me. It worked. Samantha began grinding against me. I could feel her cunt rubbing against my thigh. Her perfect little shaved pussy, with just a landing strip of hair, was making my pussy warm and wet.

“Stand up and let me eat you.” I demand.

“What happened to making me suffer?” she said as she stood over my face.

“Oh I will make you suffer; I just want some dessert first,” I reply as I bury my face in her cunt.

She is so hot. I use my hand to rub her mound and open her up. I pinch and pull on her labia, my finger rubbing over her nub just like I had done to myself last night.

“God you are too good at that” she gushed, “Just feel what you are doing to me.”

I slid my fingers a little deeper, but not penetrating her all the way quite yet. She was so wet and it wasn’t water. She was warm and slick. I couldn’t wait to plunge my tongue deeper into her slit. I continued this and lightly kissed her mound. Sometimes pulling the hair she had left. Each time I did this she would gasp and pull my hair closer to her.

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A couple of summers ago my wife Kate and I went on a beach holiday to Spain. We stayed in a rather ‘mixed’ high rise hotel. When I say mixed it was rather rough at times having a strange mixture of couples, families and young boisterous adults in their teens and twenties who would return at all times of the night rather the worse for wear through drink.

We spent many leisurely days lounging around the pool or on the beach tanning ourselves.

One afternoon we were on the beach when a group of youngsters whom we recognised from the hotel set up camp next to us. We got talking and it turned out that they were from the South of England. Early evening we all made our way back to the hotel and agreed to meet up in the bar for a quick drink before we intended to go to dinner and they intended to go on a bar crawl.

After a quick shower and change of clothes we met in the bar. Sonny was a stocky black guy about 6 foot 3 with a love of football. Tony was a good looking dark haired lad of 17 years old who was the boyfriend of Maria who was a short plump girl, 16 years old, with small breasts.

After a few drinks they began teasing us about going off to dinner whilst they went out for some hardened drinking. Never one to shy away from a challenge Kate said we should join them since we could drink them under the table any day of the week, and so off we went with them.

We spent a few hours on a bar crawl along the main strip. During this time I have to admit I was feeling fairly ancient compared to the young teens and twenties who surrounded us (and fairly drunk). Kate on the other hand was rather reborn and seemed to hit it off with the youngsters, downing shot after shot.

Seeing me feeling left out Maria asked me to help her get the next round in at the bar, where we stayed for the next hour or so deep in conversation. I must admit I was flattered by the attention she was paying Küçükbakkalköy Escort me.

Around about midnight we moved on to a nightclub where the drinking continued for another three hours.

I went off to the toilets and as I returned Maria asked me outside for a cigarette. Outside she was even more friendly than before having become rather relaxed after all the drink. Suddenly she kissed me upon the lips and before long we were locked in an embrace. Feeling rather bold I began running my hands over her body before slipping my hand up her skirt where to my surprise I discovered that she was not wearing any knickers on her peachy smooth arse cheeks.

She raised my hand to her breasts and said “Feel no bra either!!”. I didn’t need asking twice and begun circling my fingers around her very erect nipples.

With a smile Maria suggested that we find the others and head back to the hotel. Suddenly I came back down to earth with a bump and I felt concious that Kate may have seen me fondling this young teen like a dirty old man.

I need not have worried, Kate was even more carried away with the atmosphere and was to be found in another corner of the door way with Sonny French kissing her whilst Tony was behind her with her top up allowing him to cup and fondle her breasts.

We walked back to the hotel and when we got in the lift things got even more crazy. Sonny suggested that we strip off and run along the corridor to our room for a few night caps. Being pissed we all stripped off without a second thought. Sonny had a short thick cock whilst Tony had the longest dick I had ever seen.

Maria’s body was even more perfect than I could have imagined with small white pert tits topped off with small nipples set off by brown tanned skin and a small tuft of blond hair over her pussy.

Tony, Sonny and Kate ran off up the corridor Küçükbakkalköy Escort Bayan screaming and laughing. As he ran Tony’s dick slapped from thigh to thigh.

Maria and I followed along at a more sedate pace.

Once inside Kate begun pouring us all drinks on the balcony in full view of people returning to the hotel complex. Sonny walked up behind Kate and with his thick cock touching her bum cheeks began to kiss her neck and caress her nipples. Kate put up no resistance and turned to kiss him.

Tony sat on a chair his massive cock rapidly hardening as he watched Kate and Sonny.

Kate dropped to her knees and began to suck Sonny’s thick black cock. She beckoned with her hand to Tony to come over. With that she began to alternate between sucking both cocks.

I looked around to see Maria standing beside me rubbing her little pussy mound as she stood watching proceedings.

Before I knew it she was on her knees in front of me with her mouth wide open. I slid my erect penis into her warm wet mouth and began rhymically sliding in and out.

Looking over to Kate I was just in time to see Sonny push her on to the table on her back. She continued to suck Tony’s massive erection as Sonny slid his cock into her vagina. As Sonny slid to the very hilt Kate let out a little gasp and then began moaning as he slid in and out.

Maria led me over to the table and lent forward so her tight little pussy was on display. With that I slid my solid cock deep into her dripping wet fanny. The feeling was incomparable.

Maria lent forward and began licking Kate’s erect nipples as I fucked Maria.

Before long Sonny came deep with Kate’s vagina. When he withdrew Tony wasted no time in positioning himself between her wide open legs and guided his massive red penis to her opening.

As he tried to slide into her vagina Kate Escort Küçükbakkalköy was groaning with discomfort. She got off the table and bent forward beside Maria. Tony tried again and this time his cock slid into her fanny.

Kate and Maria began French kissing as Tony and I fucked the girls bent over the table.

The sight was just too much for me and I couldn’t help but unleash my thick cum deep into Maria’s womb.

As I withdrew Sonny turned Maria round and sat her on the edge of the table where he pushed his now erect again cock into her vagina and began thrusting again.

By now a fair crowd of returning clubbers were standing outside the hotel watching our antics. I hoped that we were far enough up that at least they would not recognise us the next day, although my inhibitions had largely dissolved!!

Maria began wanking my cock as Sonny fucked her fanny. Before long my cock was rock hard again. She pushed Sonny away, walked over and pushed me back on a chair. Then she picked the aftersun from the table and poured a massive amount over my cock. Facing away from me Maria gently lowered her arse onto my cock taking me deep in her anus. Slowly she began rising and sliding back down my cock. She was so soft and tight as her arsehole enveloped my penis.

Sonny knelt in front of Maria and slowly reintroduced his cock into her vagina. What an odd feeling. I could feel his hard cock through the tissue between her vagina and arse and his hairly balls his mine as he thrust into her.

Maria began to moan and thrash as Sonny thrust faster and faster into her tight pussy.

Meanwhile Kate was screaming as Tony fucked her with all his might, his balls slapping against her thighs. Suddenly Tony stopped and made small movements obviously empting his load into her pussy.

Soon I came a second time into Maria’s tight arsehole as Sonny came into her fanny.

The show wasn’t over yet. As Kate lent against the table Maria gently prised apart Kate’s legs and lapped eagerly at the torrent of cum which was streaming from Kate’s well fucked pussy. Before long Kate came yet again, her legs barely able to support her.

What a holiday!!!!!!

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Helping Sis to Sparkle Again

My older sister Jenny was on a terrible low after breaking up with her baby’s father whom she’d left home and gone to live with three years ago despite the warnings of family and friends. It’s been three months since she moved back into the family home with her two year old baby. She had moved out when she was twenty one to go live with a guy she’d only known for five months. A year later she was mother to a beautiful baby girl. But that’s where the fairy tale romance ended and the horror show began. To cut a long miserable story short; shortly after she found out she was pregnant and intended to keep her baby against the wishes of the father, the guy changed from prince charming to prince harming. He treated her like dirt, cursed and slapped her around, stopped contributing financially to the household and drinking heavily. After the birth of the baby he took the slapping around to a higher level, beating her regularly to the point where she constantly carried black eyes, bruises to her body, cut lips, fractured ribs, stitches to her head and cigarette burns. Maybe out of embarrassment or in the hope that the guy would eventually change for the better because of the baby and begin to love her again, she stuck with the douchebag, hiding his ill treatment of her from everyone except her best friend. The guy then started openly sleeping around which included bringing trashy young women into their apartment while she was at work.

The best friend decided that she could no longer keep quiet about what was going on so she paid a visit to our family and pleaded with us to go rescue Jenny. By this time Jenny had already lost her job and the guy had moved out. We found her and the baby in an emaciated state, and she was deeply in debt. She was overjoyed and very grateful that we had come for her and did not hesitate to come back home. Dad and I hunted down the SOB and after smashing his car, to the pleasure of his neighbors who knew how he treated Jenny, gave him a sound beating that caused him to be hospitalized for a couple of weeks. Jenny’s friend had taken photographs of all her injuries and kept the medical reports; this prevented the guy from bringing charges against us after we worked him over. He told the cops that he was the victim of a gang of muggers.

A mere two weeks after coming back home, due to regular meals and healthy food jenny and the baby began putting on weight and developing a glow that had been long absent. Jenny before leaving home was a healthy, active, fun loving young woman; pretty as a picture. She was five seven with a deceptively shapely and sexy figure. By deceptively I mean that if you were to see her sitting inside a car or standing behind a fence where only her upper body was visible, you’d expect her to be a slim or even boney person, but upon her emerging you’d be pleasantly knocked over by her lush figure; the slim upper body flared out generously from waist down into wide, shapely fleshy hips with full, rounded thighs and firm hefty backside. Her breasts are what is referred to on porn sites as ‘puffy’, small and cone shaped, standing straight out from her chest with an appearance of all areola and just a hint at nipples, always smooth and shiny as if oiled. She had my mom’s smooth dark brown skin as opposed to my light tan, the color of our dad. Her eyes had that watery sparkle like a swimming pool that made you think of jumping into them for a swim. I love her to death, always have and longed to see her get back to her sprightly lovable self.

Jenny was obviously depressed and had become very slow in her movements and speech, never wanting to leave the house and very unmindful of her appearance. Her eyes had become dull and her smiles were few and far apart. Mom and dad told her to forget about working for the next year or so until she was back to her old self and settled emotionally. I vowed that I would do all in my power to bring back the sparkle in her. And I started out by doing little chores for her and helping out with baby. I also complimented her on little things and on her looks. Sometimes I would bring home a little gift for her, things I knew she enjoyed eating, or little things she could use, like perfume, books, inexpensive jewelry, cd’s and dvd’s.

As I went about helping jenny to find her old self I found that I was gradually beginning to see her in a new way. That is, not just as my sister but as a beautiful, sexy woman. I began noticing with some amount of sensual titillation, the bounce of her juicy ass as she moved about, the curve and fullness of her lips, her long shapely legs and thighs, her full hips, her dainty fingers and most of all her cute little breasts. When we were much younger I used to tease her in a playful way about her tiny breasts. And one day when she was about eighteen she told me despite all the teasing she thought that I really liked her small breasts and was actually attracted to and fascinated with them. I told her that she was right I really loved tiny breasts and thought they were sexy especially hers. She had laughed and playfully called me a freak. Back then there was nothing sexual in that exchange on my part, or maybe it was but I choose not to notice or admit to it.

As the weeks went by I found myself increasingly looking at or thinking about my sister with lust. I started covertly staring at her ass or fat crotch when she was in short shorts or spandex tights. My eyes would feast on her perk tits whenever she was braless which was often. If she wore a short flowing skirt I would wait patiently for her to climb the stairs to the upper flat of the house so I could get a glimpse of her panty covered crotch and ass. At nights I would lie in bed and jerk off to mental pictures of her I had stored in my mind of glimpses I’d gotten of her in compromising positions, like an upskirt or down blouse or crotch flash when she happened to be sitting carelessly. I loved it when she walked about with only a bath towel wrapped around her. On a few occasions due to careful stalking I’d got glimpses of her in panties only by way of a slightly open bedroom door.

It reached the point where just being close to her and looking at her tit imprint or bare thighs or snugly covered ass gave me a raging hard on. And I used any opportunity to touch or hug or kiss her in a seemingly innocent manner, but which to me was loaded with sexual intentions. I soon devised a plan that would allow me to kiss her every day. This I hoped would gradually melt the ice and sway her in the direction of being hot for me the way I was hot for her; put ideas in her head.

Every day I used something she had done to compliment her about while planting a little kiss on her cheek and sometimes her neck or shoulder. All seemingly innocent little pecks between brother and sister, but after a week I began to sense definite positive results. At first she seemed to anticipate it and then she started to respond by holding or touching me.
The first day I came home from work and after she had opened the door to let me in I planted a quick kiss on her cheek and said “This is just to let you know how happy I am that you’re back home and how much I enjoy having you around all the time“
The second day after dinner while she was alone in the kitchen I kissed her and said “this is for the delicious meal I just ate, I enjoy your cooking”
The third day “because you look so pretty in this yellow dress”
The fourth day, a little peck on the neck “just because you’re you, the best big sister ever”
The fifth day “because thinking of your lovely smile kept me calm today when dealing with difficult folks”
The sixth day, a kiss on the shoulder at the foot of the stairs “because it’s Saturday”
The seventh day, peck on the neck in the corridor between bedrooms “because it’s Sunday and I’ll be in charming company all day”
The eight day, on the forehead while she’s on a sofa feeding baby “for cleaning my room, it never looked so neat before”
The ninth day, on the nose “I just like kissing you”
The tenth day, on the back of the neck while she’s at the sink washing dishes “because you help me save money by making me want to come home instead of going drinking with the boys”
The eleventh day, “for getting rid of the malt stain on my white shirt”
The twelfth day, on the chin by the back door while holding both her hands “because there will come a day when I’ll want to kiss my sister and she won’t be around so I’m doing it now”
The thirteenth day, it was after nine in the evening and I hadn’t yet given her the daily kiss. Dad had popped out to get some ice cream for mom. And mom had gone upstairs to get something. We were alone in the living room. Jenny came over and sat next to me.
“No kiss today?” she asked with a half-smile and a little puzzled look on her face. I laughed, grabbed her, and pulled her close and planted a kiss on her lips. I felt her fingers dig into my back. “Because you asked for it”
“Now I feel good” she said, smiling broadly. At the sound of mom coming back into the room she got up and went back to where she’d been sitting
The next day while mom was playing with the baby and dad was out in the garden I heard jenny tell mom she was going upstairs to take a quick shower. A few minutes later I hurried upstairs and positioned myself behind my bedroom door as I listened for jenny’s footsteps. When she passed my room heading for hers with a little white towel wrapped around her, I crept up from behind Kozyatağı Escort Bayan and encircling her around her stomach I pulled her close against me feeling her plump ass press into the half erection in my shorts. I planted a kiss at the base of her neck.
“Just in case I can’t think of a reason today and you don’t ask”
“You don’t need a reason” she laughed and started turning around. I deliberately held on to the towel as she was turning her body, resulting in it falling away from her and remaining in my hand.
“Oops!” we both said at the same time. She reached for the towel and quickly wrapped it around her, but not before I got a glimpse of the black bushy triangle between her thick thighs and the perky brown tits with their shiny, almost all areolas. She blushed deeply and smiling, headed for her room.
We continued the everyday kissing game with a slight change in plot; whenever I kissed her, either one or both of us would say “just because”

One day while we were alone at home after she’d finished breast feeding the baby she removed the rag that she usually covered the breast with at such times. Before she could tuck away the breast into her blouse the rag fell to the floor and she leaned over to retrieve it, leaving the breast momentarily exposed. I stood there staring at the naked breast with its large areola and rich sheen, feeling the growing expansion in my crotch. My eyes latched onto the little perky beauty and I licked my lips as I imagined myself suckling my sweet sister’s breast, tasting the hot milk. I was so lost in the fantasy that I didn’t realize jenny was looking at me until I heard her say:
“What, what are you looking at like that, you’re ogling my breast?” I was embarrassed, but quickly regained my composure.
“You know how much I like those two little beauties, I told you so a long time ago, don’t you remember?”
“Of course I remember,” she said smiling sweetly, “how could I ever forget that. That was the day I began feeling comfortable with my tiny breasts, the day I realized that being small didn’t mean they weren’t beautiful or desirable. I’ve always been grateful to you for that, even though I never thanked you.”
“Well thank me now”
She threw back her head and laughed. “Come over here and bend over”
I did as she said and she reached up, held my head and pulling close give me a big smacking kiss on my cheeks, making one of those mmwwwaahh sounds. “Thanks for making me like my breasts, it changed my life”
During all this she hadn’t yet put the breast out of sight.
“Is that the best way you can thank me for such a huge job”
“How else can I thank you dear brother?” she said, with a little glint in her eyes
“I’ve always wanted to touch them, please, just one touch” I said, seriously. She looked up at me with a look that was a mixture of shock and surprise, and I saw her lips quiver slightly as she tried to smile.
“Ok,” she said softly, looking me straight in the eyes. “I guess that’s not asking too much, have your touch”
I leaned over quickly and planted a kiss on the soft little brown avocado, sticking its little pip with my wet tongue.
“Whoa!” she said startled and pulling back like she had been burned or pricked with a needle. “You asked for a touch not a suck”
“And that’s what I did, I touched you. The hand is not the only thing you can touch someone with” I said, sounding like a teacher getting over an important point.
She gave an exaggerated but playful sigh, then looked straight at my tented shorts and said,
“You’re quite a smoothie aren’t you, well I guess I can at least be thankful that your lips and tongue were all you touched me with” Giggling sweetly, she tucked away the object of all that play. Just then we heard the distinct sound of our gate being opened and she quickly and nimbly buttoned her blouse, while I retreated to my room; I know too well how long it takes to collapse my tent. But it was that moment that I knew my fantasy of fucking jenny could be realized if I played my cards well and didn’t make any rash moves that could spook her.

During those weeks of lusting while I plotted to fuck my sister, I learned two lessons of life. One: generally, one thing leads to another. Two: crossing certain boundaries gives you the courage and confidence to tackle other boundaries. I learned those two things in a strange way; by way of my lovely mother. Since the arousal of my sexual longings for my sister, I found that I began looking at my mother in a different way. Mom was a slightly shorter and a bit stouter version of Jenny. She even had the same kind of puffy breasts like my sister, but a litter bigger. Prior to my sexual feelings for Jenny I never entertained lustful or unbecoming thoughts about my mother, although I have always been aware of and admired her beauty. But now I noticed with a stirring of lascivious feelings the roll of her plump ass, the lusciousness of her lips, the fullness of her thighs and the imprint of her breasts when she was not wearing bras around the house, which was most of the time. I started ogling her while she was moving about in the mornings or at night in her thin nightdresses. I kept my eyes on her when she crossed or uncrossed her legs or when she bent over.

After a couple of weeks of checking out mom’s sexy body, I realized that she had become aware of it, because on a number of occasions when I was lost in admiration of her juicy parts I would look up to find her staring at me with a strange but amused look on her face; just a trace of a smile. And sometimes she would look into my eyes with a steady gaze while talking to me. As the days went by I grew bolder in the way I looked at her, and also started complimenting her, but sparingly, on her looks, always out of hearing of Jenny though. And I think she was a little bit flattered by my attention, for she started paying more attention to her looks while at home.

After the breast kissing episode I noticed that Jenny no longer covered it up once we were alone at home, but did so when mom and dad were present. It was as if she were deliberately letting me see them because I had reiterated how much I liked looking at them. I enjoyed those times.

One thing I was now certain of is that she was game for a little sensual adventure; what I wasn’t certain of is how far she was prepared to go. One day I decided to up the game a little and test the waters; I kissed her full on the lips, letting my lips linger against hers for a while before gently poking my tongue between them. As she felt the unusual intrusion she started to pull away, but then stopped and opening her mouth, allowed my tongue to enter, but not for long, she quickly flicked her tongue against mine then pulled away and stepped back.
“You’re full of surprises, and very sneaky.” She said
“Wasn’t it a nice surprise?” I said, smiling.
“Maybe, but I’m not sure it’s the kind of surprise I want to experience again”
“Well, maybe you won’t, or maybe you will; as you said, I’m full of surprises” and with that I reached out and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to me, bringing my mouth to hers, but just as our lips touched she wriggled out of my grasp and stepped back a few paces. She stuck out her tongue at me and then turned and ran away, laughing like a little schoolgirl.

That night I approached her in the kitchen while our parents were in the living room. As I drew next to her while she was getting ready a bottle of baby feed she turned around and looked at me with slightly wet eyes.
“I’m so confused Cliffy”
“I’m confused too Jenny” I lied, just to make her more comfortable. I was not confused; I knew exactly what I wanted and how to go about getting it. Without saying another word I walked away.

Later, lying in bed and thinking about her while stroking my aching tool, I decided that I was going to fuck her that weekend. Mom and dad were leaving Friday afternoon for an out of town family visit and would not be returning until Sunday night. I was going to make my move as soon as the baby was put to bed Friday night. I couldn’t help but wonder if the same thoughts were going through my sexy sister’s mind.

I dropped off to sleep after emptying a load of hot sperm into a wad of tissue while imagining pumping Jenny’s pussy with my hard cock.
I was awakened by a soft sound and light from the corridor flooding my bedroom through the partly opened door. Turning my head I saw my sister standing in the lighted space. She stood there for a minute looking into the room as if trying to decide whether or not to come in. she was wearing a knee length very sheer nightdress that allowed me to see with the help of the light behind her the outline of her juicy figure. I could also make out the black luxuriant triangle between her thighs and her little erect nipples poking the front of the nightdress. She closed the door carefully and stepped into the room. My cock was already at half-mast and still growing by the time she came to stand over me. I never sleep with clothing unless it is raining heavily and a bit chilly. She sat down beside me and my cock, in a flash completed its stretch and spread. I felt her hand grasp the hard hot muscle and squeeze it gently
“I’m no longer confused cliffy, I know what I want. I have been dreaming of it for the last two months; I’ve been trying so hard to deny these feelings, but I can no longer do that, I’ve decided to give in to them” She squeezed my engorged Kozyatağı Escort member hard and pulled on it like a gear stick. “And I know you feel the same way too” she continued.
“Yes Jenny I feel the same way about you” I managed to murmur through the ecstasy engulfing my senses at the feel of my sister’s hot damp hand wrapped around my pulsing cock.
“I want you inside of me; I want this inside me, “she, said tugging at my cock and looking at it with longing eyes. “I want it ploughing through my watery depths like a little torpedo, cruising into my every port of entry, all three of them.”

She’d always been the poetic type, so I wasn’t taken aback by her descriptive language, but I was taken aback by her frankness. I never would have expected her to be so straightforward and courageous in asking me, her little brother, to fuck her pussy. She leaned over and covered my mouth with hers which was wet and eager. Her flickering tongue and quick, hissing breathing in my mouth took me to wonderful heights of not only sensual but loving feelings. Without removing her mouth from mine she started throwing her leg over me. I reached out an anxious hand and cupped her bushy cunt. It felt like a wet sponge. She gasped as I squeezed it gently. She straightened up and grasping my hungry cock quickly positioned it to her watery entrance, dropping herself onto it without caution. She just let her pussy grasp and slide along it in one fluid movement that had me buried to the hilt in her. She gave a little spasmodic jerk followed by a hard circular grind. I ground upward to match her move and felt her pushing back as if motioning me to keep still. I relaxed and felt her grip my shoulders and lean forward, back arched, chin up, eyes closed tight, her teeth biting into her bottom lip.
“Oh yes baby brother I like how you fill me up” I heard her whisper as she stared to ride me in nice little controlled forward and backward movements punctuated every sixty seconds or so by a hard circular, downward grind. She rode me like that for about ten minutes, sweat dropping away from her body onto mine. I felt my eruption coming and I reached up and grabbed her two little soft cones, squeezing them tightly as my body began to shake. As my body threatened to throw her off she ground down hard on me and circled my groin, and I heard her gasp loudly and then she was a quivering mass on top of me. We were both quivering masses. Her mouth sought mine and gushed out sweet saliva into it; I drank hungrily. Then she collapsed on top of me and stretched out her legs, her hot wet body breathing heavily on mine, my cock still in her, feeling her walls contracting around it.

Shortly after she was sliding downward until her mouth reached my center.
“That was port of entry number one; now for number two” she whispered and she began to lick our combined juices from off my cock, causing it to stir. She grabbed the lengthening flesh and forced it into her mouth and her tongue, lips and teeth went to work on it making me feel like all the hairs of my body were standing straight. Then she pulled away and took my balls into her mouth and I had to concentrate very hard to keep myself from screaming as a mixture of pleasure and pain gripped me. I felt her hand move away from my middle and reach behind and between her legs doing something there.
“Now for port number three darling, just remain still and let me guide you in”

I felt her lather my now very hard cock with sex juice and then she was straddling me and bringing the engorged head to rest against her pulsing, puckered hole that was also well lathered with cum and saliva and vaginal juice. She held my cock steady as she pressed down on it. I felt the head enter her tightness and I grunted with pleasure. She started to push down hard and after another couple of inches were lodged in her she bggeg me to push upward hard. After a few thrusts I was all the way into the tight hole and she was gripping me hard with her muscled walls. The pleasure was so great I couldn’t contain myself, and started to grunt and groan as I thrust into her. I knew that I was making a lot of noise, but I was beyond controlling it.

I felt her hands roughly shaking my chest as she called out my name. I opened my eyes and realized that the room was covered in dim light coming through the doorway. I turned my head to the side and stared wide eyed at the body sitting on the bed next to me, as hands belonging to that body shook me firmly, trying to awaken me; those hands belonged to my mother. I bolted up into a sitting position knocking the hands away from my chest. I felt one land in my groin area.
“What the fuck” I thought, as I realized that I had been dreaming, and my mom believing I was having a nightmare had ventured in to awaken me. I was gasping and breathing hard, my body wet and trembling as she threw an arm around me and pulled me into her. Thinking quickly as justified by the situation, I threw my own arms around her fleshy waist and pretended to be still shaken from the supposed nightmare. I did a good job of heavy breathing as she stroked the back of my neck and whispered consoling words in my ear. I opened my eyes and found that my mom was wearing a short silky wrap that was opened all the way down. I could see one of her soft cones smooth and shiny with a little pip. At the sight of it I felt my cock buck and realized that mom’s hand was stilling lying at the base of it where it had fallen, the fleshy side of her palm bracing against its base. That realization made it buck even more.

Mom was still consoling me with tender words. I willfully dropped my head, bringing my face to rest against a tempting breast, my lips pressed against the button. I wanted to open my mouth and engulf it, but I decided not to push my luck, but to rather enjoy it. I felt the pip stiffen against my lip and shortly after felt mom’s hand press against my raging hardness. As if to verify what it was she was feeling, I felt her fingers slowly and softly stretch up and touch the fat meat. She quickly pulled them away. She continued stroking my back as she asked me if I was feeling all right now. I didn’t answer, but let myself slide down and bring my head, face down to rest in her lap against the tiny white panties she was wearing. I could smell her feminine odor. I felt her body jerk slightly as I pressed my face into her groin area. I continued to pretend to be breathing hard, savoring the smell and touch of her softness. As she gently stroked my heaving back I felt her hand softly come to rest palm down on my erection and after giving it the briefest of squeeze she pulled it away and placed it back on my hairy groin; her fingers gently twirled the woolly strands.

She asked if I was all right now. Instead of answering I cleverly nodded in the affirmative four or five times, poking my nose into her crotch. I felt her thighs part slightly, and almost poked my tongue out, but was able to constrain the urge.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I heard her say “that’s where I was headed when I heard you experiencing the nightmare. We will talk about it tomorrow if you feel like, ok baby?
I nodded a few more times again, enjoying the pleasure of it.
“And I won’t mention it to the others she said”
She got up and after bending over and kissing me lightly on the lips and telling me to try and sleep well, walked out the room and closed the door.

The next morning before I left for work I cornered jenny upstairs in front of her bedroom door and quickly pulled her to me. I placed my mouth against hers and she responded by opening hers and poking her tongue out. We kissed for what seemed like a minute straight until she pulled away, looking behind worriedly. Mom and dad hadn’t left as yet.
“Mom and dad will be leaving tomorrow evening for the weekend “Jenny said, like this was news to me. I didn’t miss the glint in her eyes, nor the hardened nipple poking her blouse. She squeezed my hand and turned and went downstairs as I watched her ample ass bouncing tantalizingly in tight terry cloth shorts.

The evening found Jenny, mom and me and the baby sitting before the TV enjoying a sitcom. After a while we got the unmistakable whiff of dad’s cologne, followed shortly after by his presence. Prior to that mom had met me in the kitchen and informed me that after dad left for his usual Thursday night outing at a karaoke bar with his pals, she would be glad to talk to me about the nightmare, that is, if I wanted to. I nodded yes. After dad left we continued to look at the TV for about another hour before I announced that I announced, after catching mom’s eyes that I was retiring for the night. Jenny smiled at me sweetly and my heart lurched at the thought that she might get it into her head to come to my room.

I lay in bed naked as usual, with a raging hardon, my heart beating wildly at the thought of what could soon happen; the forbidden boundary that could be crossed tonight. I heard jenny’s soft footsteps and soothing words to her baby as she headed for their room. An hour later I was still lying wide awake when my door opened and mom slipped in wearing a wrap similar to the one she had on the night before and once again it was wide open revealing what I could make out in the dim lighting provided by street light through the window as red lace panties snugly covering a sizable mound. She came and sat at the side of the bed next to me.
“I had to wait until jenny retired to bed” she Escort Kozyatağı whispered in a conspiratorial tone. She turned and looked at my raging member sticking into the air. She took my hand in hers and as her sparkling eyes looked into mine I knew that there wasn’t going to be any time wasted on talk about nightmares.
“You know Cliffy, last night when your head was resting on my chest I couldn’t help remembering how as a child you loved feeding from my breast and how reluctant you were to finally stop when you were about three” she looked at me and smiled.
“And I got this strange feeling that you were remembering it and that you wanted to take my breast into your mouth. And I was wondering what it would feel like after all these years, and hoping that you would do it. I wanted to ask you to suck my breasts but I was afraid.”
“You don’t have to be afraid mom, I want to do it”. I reached up and pulled her wrap off her shoulders and placing my mouth to her handful of tit licked around the massive areola for a while before taking almost that entire lovely tit into my hot mouth. She gasped softly and then moaned with satisfaction as I sucked on her breast after an eighteen year absence. And what a welcome back home I got as she threw her legs across my thighs and leaned into me causing me to lie back down with her succulent breast in my eagerly sucking mouth.
“Oh my god Cliffy, that is not all l want you to do”, she cried out softly, “I want you to put this in me baby” she grabbed my cock hard. “I’ve been thinking about this all day”.
She rolled off me and onto her back, spreading her luscious legs. She pulled me over her and held on to my cock, pulling it down to her waiting, wet hole.
“Fuck me now baby, I want it right away, I can’t wait and also we might not have much time on hand, so put that wonderful cock in mommy”
With her hand guiding me I eased into my mom’s very wet, but surprisingly snug sex tunnel and as she urged me on I began to pound that fat sweet pussy fiercely, but yet cautiously for we both had in mind that Jenny’s bedroom though further down the hall and on the other side warranted some amount of consideration.
“Yes baby, yes, fill me up; fill mommy’s pussy with cock” she kept up this kind of talk while alternating her words with her pointed tongue sticking into my ear. This drove me wild and I buried my cock deep in her, grinding down hard flattening her mound and lips with my forceful groin. She wrapped her legs around mine and stated to wiggle underneath me. I felt her body tense and then break up wildly into a huge orgasm that she struggled to keep noiseless. I don’t know where I got that staying power from, but even after mom had come I continued to pound her wet pussy for a long time. I had been riding her for about an hour when I felt my orgasm coming. She felt it too, and begged me not to cum inside her
“Cliffy, just before you cum pull out and put your cock against my back, anus, you know, the other hole and come on that”
I felt my load begin to travel from my balls to my cock and I quickly pulled out just as mom raised her legs high pulling her thighs down to her chest. My cock found its head bracing against the puckered hole the same moment I erupted. I felt the first spurt of cum smear her asshole and I heard her whisper hurriedly:
“Push hard Cliffy, push it into me, put the rest of your cum into my asshole.
As the second load of spunk hit her hole I pushed forward as hard as I could and aided by the slimy lubricant I felt my cock go in and heard her grunt. I pushed again and felt half of my cock sink into her as I began to spurt more cum into my mom’s asshole. I felt her muscles clamp around me as I drained into her. I lay there until my cock softened and slipped out or was pushed out of her.
She got up off the bed, picked up her wrap and put it on and after kissing me deeply, she said:
“Thanks baby, you made mommy happy but I have to go and clean up before your father comes home. Be ready when I return after the weekend; we have to talk about your nightmare.

The next evening I could sense that for Jenny as well as for me it was an anxious wait for our parents to leave. We were constantly glancing at each other as they puttered about. When they finally left I feel the tension in the air cease. I watched as mom’s sumptuous ass bounced nicely in the thin, slinky black trousers that she was wearing as she headed out the door. It fitted her very tightly around the ass and crotch area. A little earlier, while dad and Jenny were downstairs mom had come into my bedroom and kissed me passionately while allowing me to feel up her fat pussy through her trousers. She had even got on her knees and quickly sucked my hard cock for about two or three minutes.

Jenny and I remained in front of the TV for about fifteen minutes as she tried to coax the baby to sleep. She got up to the baby’s annoyance and said she was going to their room. I knew she was anxious for the child to sleep. I told her that I might not remain downstairs either, as I was feeling sleepy. She said it was ok, smiled sweetly, gave me a little wet kiss and went away. Shortly after I got up went to my room.

A little less than an hour later, through slightly opened eyes I saw my bedroom door swing inside to reveal Jenny standing there in the light from the corridor. I pretended to be asleep as my eyes took in the lush body and beautiful shape of my sweet sexy sister. She was completely naked. My cock raged maddeningly at the lovely sight, and I saw her bring her hand to her mouth as she stood there looking at it. Leaving the door just slightly ajar, because of the baby, I presumed, she walked across the floor and came toward my bed. She carefully climbed onto the bed and lay down straight beside me. She turned on her side and gently stroked my face, then my chest, slightly pinching my nipples. She kissed me softly on the lips as her hand travelled down my naked body. Like her mom had done the night before her fingers twirled the wooly hair. Avoiding my cock she stroked my balls then cupped them and massaged them gently. Then suddenly they were inside of her mouth and the sweet pain of the dream engulfed me once more. I opened my eyes and saw that she was on her knees almost backing me, her naked fat ass in the air as she worked over my balls with het full lips and tongue. I reached out a hand and cupped the matted plump pussy and was pleasantly surprised that just like in the dream it was like a wet sponge.

After playing with her pussy while she now sucked my cock vigorously, I pulled at her body and guessing what I wanted she threw one leg over to the other side of me and eased her body back a little allowing her ass to reach my face. The smell was awesome. I could see dew drops on her black mat. I nibbled at her fat ass cheeks surprised at their firmness. I spread the cheeks apart and licked between the cracks. She wiggled and snorted. I licked the wrinkled hole and poked my tongue into it. She wiggled again. I slid lower and licked a passage through the bush to her labia lips. I nibbled and chewed on them then I poked my tongue into her opening. I swirled around in there for a while enjoying the rich smell and taste of a pussy long denied and dripping with excitement. I latched on to her clit and she wiggled again. She released my cock from her mouth and straightened up. Still backing me she brought her hands behind to the bed rail and supporting herself, began to ride my face as I sucked on her clit. Suddenly her body stiffened, and she made a loud aaahhhh sound and then she was bucking on my face and making loud unintelligible sound as the orgasm touched her all over. As her trembling subsided she leaned forward on her hands, leaving her ass against my face.

I pulled out from under her and with her still in the doggy position I parted her bush and positioned my hard cock at her entrance. Before I could do anything else she pushed back forcefully and I entered her feeling my cock drag hair into her pussy. She later told me that deciding some time back before coming back home that she was no longer into sex, she had just stopped trimming her bush. I pushed into her forcefully and heard her wince. I began pounding her pussy, enraptured by the thwacking sound of my lower belly bouncing against her ample booty. She bucked and wined like a porn star against my pummeling, letting lose all her banked up energy and passion. I rode her until my knees felt sore. Then I lay back and stretched out allowing her to continue the ride until another orgasm ripped through her body.

After she stopped trembling I turned her over onto her back, spread her legs wide, entered her and began pounding her pussy once more, she urging me on with little screams and hisses and moaning. When I felt myself coming I tried to pull out, but she wrapped her arm around me holding me tight and bucking under me as I emptied into her contracting pussy.

When I was spent she asked if we could rest for a little while, maybe sleep for an hour or two. I agreed and she turned on her side backing me. She asked me to cup her pussy from behind. The wet mound filled my hand. After a little while I felt her reach behind and taking my fingers and rubbing them up in her wetness, she then took one oh my fingers and placed it against the entrance of her puckered hole and began pressing it in. I needed no further urging, I let the lubricated finger slide into her tight hole.
“Just a little” I heard her say, placing a restraining hand on mine, “but after we sleep you can put the entire finger and whatever else all the way up in there if you want.” Like mother like daughter I thought. After a few minutes she was snoring lightly, my index finger stuck up her ass.

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Im home alone. I text you “baby im home alone come over” when you come over you see me in a pair boxers that are to small making my hardon pop out from the slot getting you wet already. I grin and pull you in and push you against the door as i grind against you my dick pushing your panties into your pussy lips under your skirt. I suck on your jaw line making you moan my name as you run your fingers through my hair tugging at the ends. As i grind against you pushing your panties and dick in you alittle bit more with every thrust making you moan loudly filling you up like no other. I push you on the table with your legs spread up and wide exposing your dripping wet pussy. I stroke my already throbbing cock as you rub your pussy pushing a finger in you every now and then. I start to rub my dick against your ass and tell you to keep going as i start to fuck your ass hard and fast making you scream my name at the top of your lungs. I keep going harder and faster streching your ass out making you scream louder and louder as your sweet juices flood out all over my cock making it lubed so i can go faster and deeper. I stop and you stand up and bend over the table and spread your ass showing my your pussy and ass showing my your juices all over your ass and legs. I get on Koşuyolu Escort my knees and start to lick up the juices from your legs making you shiver and moan softly and beg me to lick you. I finish cleaning your legs and i immediately to start to lick your ass not hitting your asshole till i clean every little drop up. I stand up and whisper in your ear “god i love the way you taste” i get back on my knees and spread your pussy lips open and i push my tongue deep in you making you moan loudly. As i lick deep in you i can feel your pussy wall hold onto my tongue making me hornier by the minute. I keep licking deeper and deeper till i cant anymore. I start to take my tongue out slowly swirling my tongue so i hit every part of your pussy as i do making you scream loudly. I keep doing that over and after the first time i start to play with your clit roughly. After the thrid time you cum all over my face. I happily lick up every drop. I stand up and look at you panting and dripping in sweat. I start to rub my dick against your pussy making you moan softly begging me to fuck you hard. I push the head in as i kiss you letting you taste your pussy making you moan loudly. I start to go hard and fast feeling your pussy clench to my dick and i can Escort Koşuyolu feel your juices flow out past my dick making my dick twitch and throb in you. You scream telling me how you can feel every movement of my dick inside you. I keep going harder and faster as i start to pant and sweat. I start to push my dick so deep in you i hit the back of your pussy sending shocks of pleasure through your body making you shake and cum for a good minute. I push my dick into your womb and try to pull out but your pussy is to tight and you hold on to me making me shoot my cum deep in your womb. Filling you up and making you cum again. We fall limp on the desk panting. You turn around and kiss me. We makeout for awhile naked on the table. After about 10 minutes you tell me to go to the couch and sit down. You walk up to me and drop to your knees. You stroke my dick getting me hard again. I watch you in pleasure. You start to lick the head of my dick then lick the shaft getting it all wet then you take half sucking on it hard and fast. I throw my head back telling you to go harder and faster. At a good pace you keep taking more and more of my dick till you are deep throating me. I moan your name as i shoot my cum down your throat. You swallow it all Koşuyolu Escort Bayan and you sit next to me. I put my arm around you and kiss you then i start to kiss your neck as i rub your pussy making you moan again and you push my hand deeper in you. I stop and lick my fingers. I keep sucking on your neck more and more giving you a hickey. I whisper in your ear “mmmm you like when i mark my spot dont you?” You quickly say yes and beg me for more. I push you on your back and start to kiss your inner thigh teasing you a bit. You grab my hair pushing my face towards your pussy. I start to lick your asshole making you scream and start to flood. I keep licking deep in you. I push my tongue deep in your ass as your tight ass pushes my tongue out. I move my hand up and start to finger you again pushing 2 fingers in you making you scream my name begging me more and more. I start to curl my fingers in your pussy as your walls grip my fingers tightly. I can feel your juices squirt every where as you keep moaning and screaming in pure pleasure. I keep licking up all your juices going deeper and deeper in your ass. I feel you start to shake as you cum all over my face. I lick it all up again and start to lick deep in your pussy as you beg me to give you a break or youll cum again. I ignore you licking deep in you hitting every part of your pussy like before making you cum the first time and you go limp. I lick up every drop just as before. I slide up and lay next to you pulling you against me holding you tightly.

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This is a work of fiction. If you find it truthful then you live a much different lifestyle than I do. My writing style, as with most writers, is evolving. You can see the differences by reading some of my previous submission. I hope you enjoy this story; but like or dislike I am always interested in your comments.

Swenson Manor Chronicles: Jo Baley’s Story

The view at the top of a short set of stairs descending from the upper yard level to the pool deck, was both spectacular and breathtaking. Actually, there were two views to consider. First was the clear blue of the sky reflected on to the large calm lake, and the extension of that reflection to the west toward what would, as soon as the sun set, turn into purple and orange shrouded mountains. A second view was the patio and pool area of Swenson Manor. The patio began at the back of the house and extended outward several yards to an elevated walled edge. At the center point of the wall was located a wide, three stairs deep cut, that descended to a very large rectangular shaped pool.

Around the pool was a fifteen-foot wide, natural stone decking that provided an expansive area in which to play or relax. At the house end of the pool, but slightly detached to one side, was an irregular shaped Jacuzzi large enough to hold twenty or more people. Spread about the patio and pool deck areas were many two-person lounge-chairs, a variety of mattresses large enough for three or more people, and several other large pieces of padded furniture; they looked like sawhorses with pads draped over them. If you wanted a drink there were two bars; both large, and well stocked. One was located near the house and the other was located at the far end of the pool area. In the center of the patio, staff members worked to cover tables with linen tablecloths as preparation to serve a very substantial buffet.

That is what we saw from our position at the top of the stairs, but we need to go back one week to understand how a poor girl like me arrived at this point. It all began with a knock at my door.

“Yes, may I help you?

“Are you Ms. Jo Baley?”

“Yes.”

“I have a package for you. Please sign here on the line.”

I signed, and in return was handed a large shipping envelope like you would use with FedEx or UPS. The envelope was very light, and the return address, while local, was unfamiliar to me, and there was no name listed. It was a perplexing mystery I hoped to solve by opening the envelope. Inside was a second envelope roughly the size frequently used for wedding invitations. I immediately wondered which of my cousins was announcing their wedding, but just as quickly dismissed the idea as none of them would go to such an expense. Besides, who would announce a wedding using deep green colored envelopes with gold script lettering?

Imagine, a hand delivered invitation; this seemed to portend something monumental. The picture was unclear to me so I stepped back, took a calming breath, and forced myself to not rush and rip open the envelope. Rather, I carefully peeled back the edges of the sealed flap to reveal a folded card in the same color of green as the envelope. The card, as expected, was an invitation. I removed it from the envelope and laid it in front of me on the table. I don’t know why I felt so anxious. It was as if I was frightened to proceed further. After a few moments I retrieved my courage and opened the pages. On the left side was a handwritten note that read:

“Jo, we have heard many good things about you. We hope you will join us. Please bring a companion. Paula”

I didn’t know anyone named Paula, so the mystery continued. On the right hand side was typical invitation information.

When: Friday
23 June thru Sunday 25 June

Dress: Very casual

What: Drinks at 5:30, Buffet at 6:30 and continuing

Where: Swenson Manor

RSVP: 555 1212
Please provide companion’s name

Swenson Manor? “Holy FUCK!” I yelled out loud. I had hit a summer-party jackpot. In my hand was an invitation to a Swenson Manor pool party. It must be a dream. Just to make sure I was awake I pinched my arms several times, jumped up and down, washed my face with cold water, and reread the address and invitation information over and over again. This must be a mistake; a mistake because only rich and powerful people went to Swenson Manor. The invitation must be a mistake; a thing this big had never happened to me. A Swenson party was more than just a party. It was rumored a Swenson party was a wild, sexy, and decadent affair. I say rumored because I had only heard of them; I didn’t know anyone who had ever actually attended a Swenson Manor pool party. I wondered what I had done to rate such an invitation. Regardless of why, I understood such an opportunity might occur only once, and there was no way I would miss this party.

RSVP; when I looked back at the invitation the silly thought of Roast Skunk Very Possible immediately passed through my head. I knew my psyche was playing games with me Kocamustafapaşa Escort as I tried to regain my composure. RSVP meant I must confirm my intention to attend, but before I could do that I needed to find a “companion” to attend with me. After telephone calls to several of my male friend I accepted the fact not one of them had the balls to act as my date. I guess they were intimidated by the Swenson Manor mystique, or they were afraid they would not be up to the standard. Some were up front and said exactly that, but others offered some pretty lame excuses such as one had to attend his mother’s funeral, while another was obligated to attend his grandparent’s fiftieth wedding anniversary. They passed up a Swenson pool party for such minor events. That’s okay; they have their priorities, but I would attend if I had to go alone. The thought of going solo began to deflate my high; then a new idea struck. The invitation said a companion; it didn’t specify the sex. Just like that, the picture of Nancy Jones; the most beautiful woman, and best female fuck flew into my mind. I knew Nancy would have her priorities straight; she said yes before Swenson Manor was out of my mouth.

As we arrived the carhop asked, “May I see your invitation please?”

I almost missed his words as I watched his huge dick wave in front of me. That thing was at least eight inches long, and it was soft. I can’t imagine its size when it is at full erection; but it is a topic I would like to investigate. However, whipping my eyes away from that magnificent piece of meat, I refocused on his words and handed him our invitation.

He said, “You may leave your clothes here in your car or wear them to the house. Either way, please follow that walkway to the patio, if you do desire to change clothes at the house please enter at the back, through the blue door and use the rooms that are available. Mrs. Swenson is at the pool; Mr. Swenson sends his regrets, but he is delayed on business and will not arrive until late Sunday.”

“What does Mrs. Swenson look like; I’ve never met her?”

“Look for a beautiful older lady with silver streaked auburn hair, and an allover tan. You will know when you see her.”

Nancy and I left our clothes in the car. Both of us have good bodies, and we would get naked pretty soon anyway. Just so you know, Nancy is 32 years old, 5′ 3″, blond hair, sapphire eyes, a wonderful figure with B-cup tits and legs that go on forever. She shaves all the hair on her lower lips, but not on the pubic mound. I, on the other hand am 33, 5’4″, brunette, green eyes, good tits with a tight ass, and I defy you to find a pussy hair on me unless I have been eating one.

That is how we arrived at this moment on the stairs. We were two very good-looking, stark naked women looking out over the pool toward the mountains admiring God’s handiwork. Ya, right! That vision, while very pretty, took only a moment, then we immediately focused on the patio and pool areas. The evening was young, but quite a few people were already here, and most of them were naked. Some were talking, and some were in very interesting positions preparatory to fucking their brains out.

Nancy and I walked down the steps and proceeded to the pool in search of Paula Swenson. She was not difficult to locate; we simply moved to the crowd. Paula was in the middle of it with a cock in every one of her holes; and not just any ole cocks. These were very large, and she seemed to be enjoying every push of every inch. Just after we arrived each of the cocks pulled out, squirted their juices onto her face, tits, and ass, and then walked away leaving Paula to recuperate.

After a few moments, and while still breathing heavily, “Jo, so nice of you to come. Don’t look so shocked. Do you think we would invite someone to our party without knowing what they looked like? We have some very strict guidelines.”

“I see your point. Hello, it is very nice to meet you, and I want to thank you for the invitation. May I introduce Nancy James, my good friend, occasional lover, and companion for this weekend.”

“Nice to meet you Nancy. You are beautiful. I hope I have the opportunity to taste you before the party ends.”

Nancy responded, “I was thinking similar thoughts. I definitely want to bury my face in your twat. Do you have anything else to do right now?”

“I would like to say no, but unfortunately I have some other things to which I must attend to. If it is alright, I will consider your words as an open invitation.”

“I’ll hold you to that, the little scene you just finished and the anticipation of eating you cunt has made my pussy do some heavy-duty dripping. Paula, please excuse us, but I need some face right now! Jo, lie down on that mattress over there and get to work. I need you to suck my clit, and I want to taste you.”

Hearing those words Paula began to walk away, but after a couple of steps she returned. “It is not a requirement, but many past guests have found Kocamustafapaşa Escort Bayan it exciting to wear all the cum, male or female, that adheres to their bodies.” She spun on her heel, and we did not see her again for several hours.

I looked at Nancy and asked, “Was that an idle offer about eating my pussy?”

“No! I want us to start this party in the right way, and there is no “righter” way than by licking the sweet juices off your clit and out of your hole.”

“It is my pleasure Nancy. Which do you want; top or bottom?”

“I’ll start on top. Who knows where we will finish.”

With that she pushed me to my back, straddled my face with her pussy, and began to lick the juices off my clit. It was as if lightening had struck. The shocking sensations of pleasure rocketed through my body. Normally, it takes me a while to build to an orgasm, but not today. In almost no time I climbed Orgasm Mountain, and shouted from its peak. That was just the beginning. Nancy kept constant pressure on my cunt bringing me to orgasm after orgasm, and somehow, through my tremors, I did the same to her. I enjoyed one of the most intense and satisfying sexual experiences of my life, and looking at Nancy withering on the ground after she rolled off I would say it was a similar experience for her.

We lay there for a few minutes recovering our senses. At last I stood and headed for the pool.

“Wait, are you forgetting what Paula said about cum?”

“Actually, yes; something about your tongue on my clit made me go blank. But, this party is scheduled for three days, and I am going swimming sometime. Hell, I like to fuck in a pool. You can wear that sticky stuff for as long as you want, but I’m getting in the water.” With that I did a well-executed dive off the side of the pool.

Nancy joined me in the pool for a few minutes, and then we headed toward the food. As with everything else, the buffet was outstanding. It was a sumptuous repast with something to please every palate. On one table was a salad bar with various greens, toppings, dressings, and pre-fixed salads. The next table was meat. A variety of beef, pork, chicken, and lamb dishes plus a standing roast of those with long legs. Two tables of seafood followed. The first was fish baked, roasted, steamed, with and without sauce, French, Thai, Indian, and many other styles beyond my culinary realm. The second seafood table was shellfish. This is where I spent the majority of my eating time. The Swenson’s laid out shrimp, Blue crab, King crab legs, clams, and oysters to name some of the varieties. Following the shellfish table was a table covered with vegetables and side dishes. They looked pretty, but I went quickly by them; yuck, vegetables. The last table was desserts. I cannot adequately describe the array of sweet things on offer. Not only were they varied and beautiful, but they were also delicious. It is a good thing fucking burned up a lot of calories because I was planning to spend a goodly amount of time sampling the desserts.

Nancy and I filled our plates, found a place to sit, and then studied the people. You know, trying to see if there was anyone we knew, and commenting on the merits of the various displayed bodies. You know what I mean; comments such as “there is no way those are real tits” or “check out that cock” Much to our pleasure there were several people we recognized; some personally and some professionally. An aspect we found interesting was the number of couples we actually knew who seem to have older teenage children in company. The children did not seem bashful with their nudity, but to Nancy and I it seemed odd. We each said just the thought of being naked in front of our parents gave us an uncomfortable shiver. I simply cannot imagine being naked, let alone having sex in front of Mom and Dad. Among the families were Jane and Gary Ribbon with John and younger brother Matt; Tom and Melissa Tubs with their triplets Mary, Mindy, and Melody; Willow and Parker Ames with their son Daniel; as well as Barb and Andy Camp with their son Joe and daughter Jean. I wasn’t sure, but I guessed all the kids were at least 18.

After taking care of our food needs, Nancy and I decided to go our separate ways for a while; what was the point of attending a party such as this if you stayed with the same partner. Nancy headed toward the house and I went back to the pool. It was the last time we saw each other until Sunday afternoon.

A goodly crowd had gathered around the pool. Some were talking in small groups, but there was a larger group near the spa and that is where I headed. The attraction was a threesome of two women and a male. I don’t know what they had done earlier, but right now one woman was fucking the man in his ass while he fucked the other woman in her ass. What made it unusual and interesting was the size of the first woman’s dildoe. I expected big, but this was big in a different way; twelve inches long but only one inch in diameter. The fake cock Escort Kocamustafapaşa was able to slide in all the way yet it was not so wide as to make it uncomfortable. In the past I had witnessed several guys take a big one up the ass. After the pain they liked the feeling and they came, but they never produced an erection.

“That feels so fucking good.” the male said. “You can’t imagine the difference from those huge things. With this one I still get to fuck your sister.”

The bottom woman said, “Will you shut your fucking mouth and concentrate on ramming your cock up my ass! I love the way it slides up my poop alley; it is smooth and slick, and it stretches my clit from the back. Don’t forget I want you to shoot it into my mouth when you cum.”

I’ve done some off beat things, but I haven’t taken a shit-covered dick in my mouth. It sounded gross and disgusting, but I didn’t walk away.

He said, “I’m getting close! If you want to stay in my ass get ready to move, and you get ready to turn around.”

The back woman pulled the dildoe from the man’s ass. It was streaked with shit, and his ass hole was left gaping. While the man continued to pump into the woman beneath him his fucker walked around front.

“My sister is going to suck your shitty cock, and you will suck this one if you know what’s good for you!

The man’s eyes opened wide with excitement and continued to pump. “Oh god, I am so fucking close. Turn around and suck me off, bitch.”

He pulled out of her ass; his cock brown with shit. The woman spun around, grabbed his dick with her hand, and guided it to her mouth. Without a moment of hesitation she swallowed the male member, and sucked for all she was worth. Meanwhile, the other woman pressed her “cock” to the man’s mouth. “Suck you two-bit cock-sucking whore! Suck my dick. Suck your shit and make me clean!”

As he placed his mouth around the dildoe the excitement pushed him over the edge. He quickly, and repeatedly shoved his dick down the woman’s throat. She took it all and when he withdrew it was with a clean cock. There was not one bit of feces. She gave him a clean cock just as he gave the other woman a clean dildoe.

There was a small round of applause from the group, and then I moved on to explore the unusual furniture. The most prevalent piece turned out to be nothing but a wide sawhorse covered with heavy padding. On top of each were two hoods, and on each leg was a bondage shackle. I wasn’t sure of the sawhorse’s purpose, but I had some ideas. Some of those ideas were answered, as two people, a male and a female already wearing hoods, were lead to a sawhorse. They were forced to bend over the horse, their hands and feet locked into the shackles, and then their escorts departed. What a picture; bent over a sawhorse with perianal area fully exposed, extremities completely stretched and shackled, with a hood in place, and apparently wearing a gag.

I watched for a little while, but when nothing happened I decided it was time for me to get fucked. There was an empty mattress near the pool stairs that looked like a good place to attract a male. In what would seem a universal signal, I laid on my back, hands behind my head, feet on the mattress, with knees flexed and spread as wide as possible. As expected, the signal worked. It didn’t take very long before someone, actually eight people, were nudging between my legs.

A gorgeous young blond stood above my head and said, “Ms Baley? Are you Jo Baley?”

“Yes.”

“Our parents said to find you, and to ask you nicely to teach us how to fuck. Dad said you were the best person he knew to do that job.”

“What, what are you saying?” I looked around, and here were the triplets, and the other young people. “Your parents said to find me because I could teach you how to fuck?”

“Yes! Wait! Don’t take that wrong, we know the mechanics of how to fuck; none of us are virgins. My Dad says you are a considerate, and passionate lover with a tremendous imagination; that you could show us the art of sex in a way neither our parents nor people our age can. He said to give you this bag; it contains some things you may find useful. Now back to the beginning, will you teach us?”

I thought for a moment, and realized this is why I received the invitation. I did not have a free ride here, but I now saw the potential for many interesting sexual adventures. “No, I won’t teach you how to fuck because as you’ve said you know how to fuck. There is much more to sex than fucking. What I will do is act as a guide to make you into better sex partners, into lovers. Are you interested in that?” There was a nodding of heads among the group. “What do you want to know? No, let me ask a different way. Is there anything you don’t want to know or in which you will not participate?”

There was some hesitation in their eyes; some fear of the unknown. I looked at the girls. “Are you willing to eat pussy, take a cock up your ass, and do it in front of people? Boys, are you willing to suck a cock, fuck and get fucked in the ass? Are all of you willing to do it with an animal? I need each of you to carefully think about each of those things. I can show you much, but if you aren’t willing to do these things, then maybe you are not ready for me to teach you. And for God’s sake be honest with yourself. Don’t tell me you can when you know you can’t.”

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Carol had been teasing me all day – not a verbal kind of teasing, but teasing of a more exquisite, physical kind that had me fraught with desperation. Teasing that had me lusting for her. She had begun with her smutty talk, guaranteed to light the fuse of my desire. I loved it when Carol talked dirty; she always gave the impression that she was unapproachable, she possessed a somewhat aloof air, but I knew the real woman, I knew the true depths to which she could sink. I relished the occasions that my girlfriend used profanity at those special moments, I adored her accent, the Geordie twang in her tone as the obscenity poured from her.

‘Don’t you come,’ she whispered as I stroked my cock. ‘Don’t you dare come. I want you to be bursting with it all day. I want to know that you’re desperate.’

Carol came to me and pulled my hand from my penis. Her own hand was busy between her legs as she masturbated; she denied me my pleasure but was taking the full measure of her own. Carol groaned, her eyes heavy with that look of desire, and she gripped my cock with her free hand as we kissed. She licked my tongue, her own desire obvious while her fingers squelched around and around her sex, my shaft in her tight grip.

With an abrupt movement I ripped my mouth away from hers and lifted those heavy breasts, relishing their weight before I slurped at the long, thick teats.

‘Baby,’ I moaned. ‘I love your big tits.’

‘Suck them, Ricky,’ Carol sighed in reply. ‘Lick them; I’m going to come, so suck my tits hard.’

Carol’s long, dark hair obscured her face as she came. I couldn’t see her expression, but her loud groans and near-animal grunts sent a tremor of yearning through me. Her body trembled and I was certain that she was going to fall to the carpet when her knees buckled with the force of her climax. Her cries of release came in vehement bursts as Carol vocalised her pleasure. She gave way to the ecstasy that overpowered her, which only added to the ache of my torment.

Carol recovered as her moment passed and she swept the hair away from her face with an impatient hand. ‘Oh, that was good, really very good.’ She smiled at me while her eyes sparkled with the residue of her pleasure. ‘I can’t wait ’til you’re fucking me with that big cock.’ She gave an affectionate squeeze. ‘I can’t wait ’til I get well and truly fucked by two cocks later . . . that’ll be so wicked.’

I laughed, my ordeal temporarily forgotten at Carol’s reference to the date we had for that night. ‘And Louise’s pussy,’ I reminded her. ‘Don’t forget she’ll want two cocks as well.’

‘Oh aye,’ sighed Carol, her eyes glazed. ‘I want to watch you fuck her too. I want to watch her take you . . . to watch her face as you fuck her . . . it’s going to be divine.’

‘Carol, please . . . ‘ My voice was hoarse after hearing my girlfriend’s lewd comments. ‘This is torture.’

She laughed at my disquiet. ‘Two of us sucking your cock . . . ‘ Carol’s expression changed, her face became sly. ‘Would you like to watch me and her kissing? Would it excite you to see me licking her cunt?’

‘Carol . . . God . . . Please . . . ‘ I couldn’t stand much more. The desire was overwhelming and I took my cock in my hand.

‘No!’ Carol almost barked. ‘Don’t . . . don’t you dare? If you come, I won’t go tonight. I mean it.’

I knew from experience that Carol was serious. The threat was no idle one, and I instantly released my swollen member. I looked at Carol. She was a magnificent sight, standing proud and defiant, naked, with her hands on her hips and with such a haughty expression on her face. God, I wanted her right then. I wanted to throw her back across the bed, force open her thighs and slurp at her sodden pussy. I craved her tight grip around my cock and to feel her legs hooked around my waist while she absorbed the length of me, but I would have to go along with whatever she wanted. She held the power.

That was just the beginning of my day. Things got worse as time passed. Carol kept chipping away at me with reminders of what we had planned for the evening. She kept making lewd and obscene comments about our prospective swinging partners, about how she was wet with the anticipation of sucking Lee’s cock for the first time and how she imagined Louise’s pussy would taste. We’d seen photos of Lee and Louise, and we’d exchanged innumerable emails, but tonight was to be our first meeting and no photo can compare with that, the actualisation of our desires.

I’m going to suck him ’til he comes on my tits,’ Carol murmured as she squeezed her breasts through her tee-shirt. She lifted her skirt and exposed her bare skin to me. ‘Think of his cock pushing my pussy lips apart. Think of him sliding into me . . . God, I’m so wet now.’ The proof was there, glistening upon her fingers after Carol had dabbed at herself. ‘Come here and taste me,’ she taunted.

I caught a whiff of her arousal the moment before I licked the essence from her fingers. My cock stiffened with the near unbearable need. ‘It’s going to be Kıraç Escort such a hot night,’ I said, my voice cracking with the tension. ‘Louise is so sexy in her pictures . . . The thought of you and her together . . . ‘

‘Oh yes,’ smirked Carol. ‘One blonde and one dark.’ She held her labia apart and showed me the hot cerise of her sex. She was so turned on that her pussy appeared to be bubbling as the slick syrup slid from the opening. ‘The two of us kissing, squeezing and licking each other’s tits . . . ‘ Her fingertip flicked across the nub of her clitoris and Carol sighed with tight-eyed concentration. ‘You could look down at both of us while we kneel and share your cock between us.’ Carol smiled that feline smile. ‘And just picture us passing your cock between ourselves. Each taking long slurps at it before passing it to the other. Would you like that?’

The question was unnecessary but I groaned my assent just the same.

The sexual anguish was heightened later that afternoon when Carol began to dress for the date. She paraded around the room in just her stockings and heels before she applied her modest make-up and teased her long hair into that messy, casual style I adored. My girlfriend, in those heels and stockings, was driving me beyond wild with desire and frustration. Her breasts, always a fascination for me, swayed and swung with her movements and I had to exercise all my self-control to stop myself from lunging at her and ravishing her there and then. I willed the time away so that we could set off for the hotel. The hour couldn’t come soon enough. And eventually that moment arrived.

I watched Carol’s backside as she swayed along the corridor in front of me. Carol and I had arrived at the hotel and were making our way to the room where Lee and Louise were waiting. My stomach was in turmoil with the anticipation. I wanted my girlfriend desperately, and I wanted Louise equally as much. Carol’s rear was a delightful distraction as she moved, her figure displayed to maximum effect in her tight but tasteful dress. If the sight of her glorious rear was an inspiration then the view from the front was devastating. Carol’s cleavage was hypnotic, her breasts uncertainly but somehow efficiently contained within the subtle arrangement of her dress.

Carol paused at a numbered door, her eyes wide, and I knew she was resisting the urge to chew on her bottom lip. The tension was palpable.

‘I’m so nervous.’ Her accent jolted me, it was so sexy. Her voice trembled slightly and betrayed her nerves.

‘Me too, babe,’ I replied and took her hand. ‘Let’s just go for it,’ I continued, half statement, half question.

Carol looked into my eyes and nodded after a momentary pause. She squeezed my hand as I knocked on the door.

‘Hi,’ the American said when the knock was answered. ‘I’m Lee, obviously,’ he continued with a laugh while stepping back and allowing us to enter the room.

‘Rick and Carol,’ I replied and shook his outstretched hand.

‘And this is Louise,’ Lee introduced as his gorgeous, SoCal wife beamed at us in welcome.

‘Hello.’ Louise smiled with no trace of nerves whatsoever.

We all settled down after the introductions. There was some ice-breaking small talk, but it was Louise who really got things started. She took a deep draught from her tumbler and placed the heavy glass down with a determined clunk. Then, with a wink to her husband and a smile to me, she turned her attention to Carol.

‘I love that dress,’ she whispered. ‘It shows your figure off so well.’ Louise smiled brightly at Carol. ‘Can I pull those straps over you shoulders? I’m dying to see your breasts.’ Without waiting for an answer, Louise did as she pleased, giving a small gasp of delight when Carol’s breasts swayed free from the confines of the dress. ‘Oh, honey,’ Louise murmured. ‘Your tits . . . they’re so lovely. So big and heavy . . . ‘

‘Wow!’ Lee gave a low whistle. ‘I can’t wait to feel those beauties.’

His wife turned her ecstatic grin to him as her hands squeezed Carol’s breasts. ‘They fee so good too, baby,’ she crooned.

I could only stare at the scene as the slim, leggy blonde held Carol’s – my Carol’s – breasts in the palms of her hands. Carol looked at me and I recognised the weight of lust in her stare. I knew beyond doubt that her pussy would be oiling at Louise’s touch. The situation would be too much for her and her body would be craving attention.

‘Kiss me,’ I heard Carol croak. ‘Kiss me and feel me . . . I’m so fucking horny.’

Louise tilted Carol’s head and kissed her. I heard the tiny moans coming from Carol’s throat as Louise continued to tease her breasts. The thick nipples showed her arousal as they grew even longer and thicker than they already were. The neat areola that surrounded each bud had darkened and puckered – a sure sign that Carol was already on her way.

Still captivated by the scene that was unfolding, I remained in my chair as Lee moved behind his wife and ran his hands over Escort Kıraç her body.

‘Honey,’ Louise purred at his touch. ‘Lift my dress. Show Ricky my ass.’

Lee pulled the hem of his wife’s dress up over her hips. The garment only fell to the tops of her dark stockings as it was and so Louise’s delectable backside was revealed in an instant. I swallowed heavily at the sight of it in the flesh. Louise was the epitome of the Californian blonde. I’d seen the pictures and I knew she was hot, but to be in that presence, and to know that I would actually enjoy her physical beauty . . . I was stunned.

‘You like my wife’s ass?’ I heard Lee’s voice as though from a great distance. I was too captivated by her to pay the American full attention.

‘It looks like he does,’ Carol replied on my behalf.

‘Yeah,’ Lee responded, ‘and I love your tits, baby . . . May I?’

Carol scooped her breasts into her hands and flicked a bright fingernail across each nipple. ‘Come and get me,’ she invited and offered her breasts to Lee.

Lee was suddenly slurping and mauling at Carol’s breasts while his wife knelt and unzipped his flies. What a scene! A stranger was nuzzling at Carol’s tits while his delectable wife squatted in front of him and freed his long cock. My own cock was straining against my clothing and I could feel the pre-cum oozing from the eye and staining the cloth. I could even smell my arousal as it trickled from me.

I unzipped my flies and sighed as my stiff member was allowed freedom. I slowly stroked the shaft and feasted my senses upon the lewd trio in front of me. Louise remained squatting, somehow balancing on those high shoes she wore. Her dress was rucked up around her tight waist and her legs looked superb in the hold-up stockings.

‘Don’t play with that cock,’ Carol called when she noticed what I was doing. ‘If you come you won’t be allowed to play . . . ‘ She looked down at the blonde for approbation. ‘Isn’t that right, Louise, if he comes, he can’t fuck either of us?’

Louise caught the suggestion and smiled. Her husband’s cock was in her fist and she was slowly stroking it when she replied. ‘Sure, Carol, that sounds like a fun deal to me.’ She looked at me and scolded, ‘Leave your prick alone . . . If you play with it you can’t stick it into my nasty little pussy.’ Then she gave a long, somewhat languid slurp at Lee’s cock.

It was the sight of Louise; her gorgeous face and her pink tongue which, despite the near overwhelming desire to find release, caused me to instantly dropped my penis as though it were a poisonous snake. The thought of not being allowed to possess, however briefly, such a desirable woman as Louise pierced to the core of my logic and overrode my animal urge to climax.

‘Good boy,’ Carol purred in triumph as I let my cock slip from my hand. Was she punishing me for being so obviously in lust with Louise? Had I offended her femininity by being so blatant? Whatever, the game was going to be played by her rules, and it appeared that Louise was entirely happy with the situation.

‘Let me help you out of that dress,’ Louise said to Carol. ‘I want to see you out of it.’ Carol allowed Louise to carefully lift the dress over her head. ‘Wow,’ the blonde whispered when Carol’s voluptuous figure was revealed. ‘You’re gorgeous . . . Isn’t she, Lee?’

‘Oh yeah.’ Lee grinned with obvious delight at Carol’s full, sweeping curves. ‘Fantastic.’ He tugged at his penis several times as though to confirm my girlfriend’s desirability and the effect it had upon his libido.

‘I’m gonna enjoy you,’ Louise whispered, hunger in her eyes as she moved to kiss Carol again.

‘Shall we suck your husband’s cock?’ Carol suggested and cast a dangerous look at me. ‘I think we will . . . We girls will take a taste of Lee’s cock.’ Carol knelt in front of the man and was quickly joined by the blonde. ‘You,’ she nodded in my direction, ‘you leave your cock alone and just watch.’

I had no alternative. I had to sit and suffer while Carol and Louise slurped and slobbered over Lee’s thick phallus. They really cranked up the heat with the noises they made, dribbling and spitting on Lee’s cock and groaning with exaggerated appreciation.

‘God, it’s so fucking hard,’ Carol moaned as she passed control to Louise, ‘I can’t wait to fuck him. I bet it’s just divine to be fucked by such a rock solid cock.’

Lee gave me a sympathetic look as his beautiful wife sucked at his meat with vigour. The look conveyed a message of, ‘Sorry buddy, I know it’s torture for you, but hey . . . ‘

‘Let’s get you out of that skimpy little dress,’ Carol suggested to Louise. ‘And why don’t you get naked too?’ Lee didn’t need asking twice. His clothes were off in an instant and he stood in rigid anticipation at whatever Carol might suggest next.

‘You’ve certainly got my husband’s attention,’ Louise grinned as she gave Lee’s girth an affectionate squeeze. ‘A girl could get jealous.’

Carol laughed, ‘Jealous? Darling, Kıraç Escort Bayan you’ve got nothing to be jealous about. Why you’re divine: long legs, pretty face, and that glorious blonde hair . . . . . . positively edible. Carol turned her attention to me. ‘Now, what are we going to do with you my darling boy?’ She moved towards me. I swallowed again. She was gorgeous: her long, dark hair flowing over her shoulders, her breasts swaying and jiggling with her movement, the fire in her eyes, and the husky, lust-fuelled timbre of her voice . . . I had never loved her so completely, and I desired her so much.

Louise came to me as well. I could smell the perfume of both women and I groaned with the agony of wanting them.

‘Do you want to stick that cock into me so badly?’ Louise whispered, her face inches from mine. ‘I’m so nasty when I fuck,’ she continued, ‘so nasty when I’m being fucked by a nice, thick cock.’ I watched, mesmerised as she slid her middle finger through her labia and brought it up to my face. ‘Sniff my cunt,’ her voice cracked with lust. ‘Sniff my cunt and taste me.’ Louise pushed that single finger against my dry lips and I greedily opened my mouth.

‘Man, that’s bad,’ Lee muttered, whether in sympathy for my plight, or merely as an observation, I had no idea which, but the tang of his wife’s sex lingered on my tongue and I savoured the moment.

Carol bent from the waist and kissed me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and she lifted my hand to the smooth mound of her mons. ‘Feel me,’ she sighed into my mouth. ‘Feel me while I taste Louise on your tongue.’

Carol’s labia were sticky with her juices and I had to slide my finger along the crease of her sex to split the gluey folds. My fingers felt the urgent heat of her and came away covered with her goo. Louise was there in an instant and sucked greedily at my hand while Carol continued to suck at my tongue.

‘Let’s move the action along a little,’ Louise suggested suddenly. ‘You should get out of those clothes, Ricky,’ she continued. ‘You’re positively overdressed.’

‘Are you going to sit there in your clothes all night?’ Carol taunted, ‘Or are you going to get naked and lick me?’ she added, laying back on the bed.

I undressed hurriedly and moved to the bed where Carol lay wide-legged and inviting. I took a quick glance at Lee and Louise; they were caught in an embrace and were kissing passionately. I wanted to play with the gorgeous blonde but realised I would have to be very patient. The wait was sheer torture, but if I weren’t patient I knew I could easily lose the chance. And that was unthinkable.

‘Lick her, honey,’ Louise murmured as I dabbed at Carol’s familiar body with my tongue. I circled her clit in a lazy pattern that I knew she enjoyed. I was instantly rewarded by a great sob that burst from Carol’s throat, so I pushed her legs higher and wider, my hands at the crook of her knees.

‘Make her nice and juicy,’ Louise whispered close to my ear as I bent to my task. ‘My husband is going to give her his fat cock soon and she needs to be so ready.’

My stomach flipped at the thought of Carol being fucked by another man. I’d never seen it before. This was a new experience for me and I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel to actually witness it. The thought of Carol taking a different cock gave me a thrill, but the reality? I wasn’t sure.

‘Please, Ricky,’ my girlfriend hissed, ‘I want fuck him now. I want to fuck so much.’

I lifted my face from between Carol’s legs and saw Lee was ready to take her. His cock was swollen and thick and his wife was languidly stroking its considerable length, keeping him primed and hard.

‘Do you want to watch my husband fuck her with this thing?’ Louise asked and waved Lee’s cock at me. ‘I bet you want to stick yours in me,’ she continued. ‘I bet you want to fuck my tight little pussy. Am I right?’

I could only nod in response. Of course I wanted her. I was desperate for her. My girlfriend’s constant teasing through the day and the sights and sounds in the hotel room had ensured that, but here was the underlying threat. . . The threat from another male fucking my girl.

‘Lee, come on,’ my girlfriend moaned and fingered her sodden pussy in anticipation.

‘Yeah, Lee,’ Louise added. ‘Give the lady what she wants. Fuck that big cock into her.’

‘My pleasure.’ Lee grinned as he moved between Carol’s legs.

Louise knelt at one side of the couple and indicated for me to take a position next to her. ‘Let’s watch this together, Ricky,’ she whispered to me and kissed me fast and hard on the mouth. I put my arms around her trim body and felt my aching cock butt against her belly where it was sandwiched between us. Louise looked down between our bodies and giggled. ‘Looks like you’re gonna burst soon, baby. That’s a nice sized cock you’ve got there too. I bet it’s gonna feel so good inside me.’ She kissed me again and then turned her attention to her husband and my girlfriend.

I could only watch and take comfort from the proximity of the desirable woman next to me. I was dimly aware that if I were to realise my urgent ambition to possess the American, then I would have to surrender any right to Carol. Anyway, that question seemed academic since Carol was so eagerly offering herself to Lee.

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I was nervous in the car as he drove to the club. Steven picked out my clothes – a very sheer yellow tank top with a short denim skirt. My hair, long, dark red, and curly, is framing my heavily made up face. He told me to put a ‘sluttish’ look to my face and smiled at the result. His fingers stroked my thighs the entire ride there and he talked about the fun we’d have. I’ve never been to a strip club, but he described it in raunchy detail. There would be lots of men in a sexy mood there to view, there to watch, there to see if, maybe, they can get lucky.

He led me in to the dark club, the smell of cigarettes and sweat hung in the air. I looked around, wide-eyed and saw a woman dance on the stage. She was tall and slim with dancer’s legs, a slim torso and small, but perfect breasts. The men in the front were all in awe of the way she moved, no doubt imagining them moving that way in their beds. My eyes were stuck on her when he took my hand and led me to my seat.

After her, came another, then another. I didn’t know which I liked more, watching the women dance, or the men’s reaction to them and to me. I was one of the only women in the audience and because of how I was dressed, there were eyes upon me. Every once in a while, Steven would whisper something illicit in my ear, “Marci, are you getting wet knowing that these men want you?” or “Would you like her to dance for you, Marci?” If I had panties on, they’d be drenched, but panties weren’t allowed today.

It was after about thirty minutes when a man sat at the small table next to us. Because the proximity of the tables, he was very close by. He was built nicely, had dark brown hair and piercing green eyes and when he smiled at me, showed perfectly straight teeth and deviousness in his eyes. I smiled back, and then looked at Steven and he just smiled wickedly at me. The placement of seats almost made me seem like I was in the middle of Steven and this new man who just sat down – and almost the same distance apart.

Steven was continuing with the verbal assault, knowing how words make me quiver and ache. The occasional nipple tweak and fingers on my thighs also kept my heat and juices flowing. At one point, the man next to me heard me moan and I sheepishly put my head in Steven’s chest. He said to the man, “Marci’s slightly embarrassed that you can see how aroused she is, aren’t you, Marci?”

I blushed clear to my toes, I’m sure! Thank goodness it was fairly dark in the club. “She likes to be talked to…she likes to be stroked right here.” His fingers ran along my inner thigh. I looked at him pleadingly, knowing I could deny him nothing, but unsure of what he was doing. “Would you like to feel how soft her thighs are?” he asked the stranger.

The man said, “Yes, absolutely,” and looked at me while his fingers gently stroked my one thigh as Steven stroked the other one.

“Spread your legs a bit, Marci,” Steven said. I couldn’t spread them much due to the tightness of the short skirt, but I did a bit and looked back and forth from Steven’s blue eyes, to the stranger’s green eyes, experiencing the sensation of different fingers on my flesh. I’m sure my temperature was rising as the lava flow was churning inside of me.

While they were both touching my legs, Steven kept talking and whispering in my ear, kissing my neck and shoulders, driving me completely Kirazlıtepe Escort insane with need. The men introduced themselves and the stranger’s name was Joe.

“Go higher, Joe, feel her heat,” Steven would say.

Joe had large, well-shaped hands with wide palms and nice long fingers. He moved his fingers up under my skirt and I desperately wanted him – SOMEONE – to touch my clit – the teasing had gone on for close to an hour with no touching there. “Oh yes, Steven, I see what you mean. A lot of heat is generating here.” He said it almost nonchalantly as he came only centimeters close to my clit without touching. The casual attitude was even more of a turn on – as if playing with me was just a job to be done – that I was being used just for their pleasure.

They both knew the torture they were causing and exactly what I needed.

He kept going higher up my thigh making little designs that were a combination of arousing and ticklish. I was squirming and Steven held my hand firmly so I couldn’t use it and Joe went a bit higher. “She’s probably drenched, Joe, why don’t you see?”

Steven whispered in my ear that no matter what happens, I wasn’t allowed to cum unless he said so. “Do you understand, Marci?”

I nodded. Then Joe very lightly grazed my clit with his finger – just barely. I almost came right then and had to really try to rein it in. He removed his hand from my thigh and put his finger up to his mouth and tasted it. I stared in to his mischievous green eyes and swallowed really hard.

All the while different dancers were entertaining the masses Steven and Joe kept touching and teasing me. Joe picked up on the fact I love to be talked to and joined Steven in the verbal torture. “I bet you’re a wild one in bed, Marci? Is she, Steven?”

Steven would reply, knowing that my lust kept building and building winding me up like a toy. I needed to excuse myself to use the ladies room and told Steven. He just whispered, “NO CUMMING, Marci – you KNOW the rules.” I nodded and left the men to plot.

When I came back I noticed her – the dancer. She was different than the others. She wasn’t built like a slim dancer – although her movements were perfectly in rhythm and sensual. Her hair was red – but lighter than my own – and also curly – but curled intentionally. It was longer than mine and moved as she danced. She was pale and gorgeous and knew it. Her confidence exuded from her pores more than any other dancer and she caught my eye as I walked back to my table towards the front.

I sat down unable to take my eyes off of her and she danced closer and closer to Joe, Steven and me. She smiled at all of us and it lit up her whole face. She shimmied her naked breasts so close to Joe’s face – touching distance from me and Steven – then she winked at me. Steven gave me a bill to put in her g-string and I swear I felt a sizzle when I did. She turned to me, winked, then went back up on stage and finished her dance. Her dance was erotic and far too short – I was captured by her – more than ANY of the other dancers.

“You like her, don’t you, Marci? You wanted her on your lap? You wanted to see how those milky breasts tastes like and suck on those perfectly formed nipples.” Steven was right as he tortured me with his words. “Joe, feel how wet she is now – after Escort Kirazlıtepe that dance?”

Joe stuck his finger inside me this time – MUCH better than the light graze from before and again I almost exploded right then. “She’s DRENCHED, Steven. You’d think she came already!” This time, he put his finger up to my mouth so I can suck it. I did, hungrily – dying for release. “What a good little slut you are, Marci.”

I turned my head to Steven and pleaded, “Please, Steven….”

“Please what, Marci? Please may I have Joe? Please can I cum? Please can I have the dancer? Please touch me and end this torture? You must be specific or you don’t get what you want, you know that.” He knew that even I didn’t know what I was pleading for. My mind was mush – everything about me revolved around the ache between my legs.

“Joe, would you care to join us in the Executive Suite – I have it booked for the next couple of hours?” Steven asked Joe.

Joe politely said, “Of course, thank you for asking me.” We all got up and I followed Steven in to this private room. There were drinks there already and the waitress came in and took some bills of Steven’s then closed the door behind her. There was a clear view of the dance floor, but it was a very cozy room with plush furniture and a few tables.

When the door closed Steven and Joe were both standing before me. Joe stood taller and was slimmer; Steven was shorter and stockier – both extremely sexy men looking down at me. “Should we torture her some more, Joe? She is a bit wound up. Look at her nipples through this tank top.” Steven started pinching them through the fabric sending those signals directly to my pussy.

“Her nipples are extremely hard, yes.” Joe said as he pinched the other one. I cringed in pain/pleasure as they pinched hard, then harder, then letting go almost synchronized. Steven knows that right when they’re let go, and the blood rushes back in, my body wants to cum.

“Not yet, Marci, not yet.” I opened my eyes and saw them both smiling. He took my arms and raised them high over my head and Joe angled his head and took a nipple in his mouth, through the material, sending shockwaves throughout my body.

“Ooooooooohhhhh,” I moaned.

Joe then inched my tank top over my breasts and took the other one in his mouth, sucking and biting and pinching the other with his fingers. I was on fire and couldn’t hold it much longer. Steven knew this and wanted that first orgasm to be mind blowing. He knew that although I could cum from nipple stimulation, that it wouldn’t be as intense as if it were my pussy and clit being touched.

Steven then removed my tank and skirt – leaving me there in just my sandals. “She’s beautiful, Steven,” Joe said. I shivered in response to his compliment.

“Yes, Joe, she is – but she needs to be fucked. And she needs to be fucked thoroughly. Can I rely on you to help me out with that, tonight?”

“Absolutely. She does seem to be a little slut, isn’t she?” Joe asked. Speaking about me in third person made it that much more a fantasy – I was there for their use – for their pleasure – it was highly erotic being made to feel like a toy.

“Yes, she’s my little slut, aching to cum, but wouldn’t DARE without my permission. She’s dying, to, Joe. All I’d have to say is ‘cum, Kirazlıtepe Escort Bayan Marci’ and she’d shatter, but not yet. Almost, though,” he said. “She likes to have her holes filled, Joe.”

I looked and saw Joe’s cock in his pants grow even more. He was obviously aroused and I wanted it. While looking down at his crotch, I subconsciously licked my lips.

“Is that what you want, Marci? Do you want to suck my cock?” Joe asked me as he put a finger in my mouth and I sucked it like I did before. “I see hunger in your eyes, Marci.”

“Marci, get on your knees and suck his cock like a good slut,” Steven commanded. “Do it like I taught you.”

I kneeled down and unbuckled his belt and undid his button and zipper and took this gorgeous, long thick cock out. I was amazed at the length – never had I had any this long. But I started to lick and suck his head. Hearing that first gasp made me even wetter and I started to suck. Up and down his long shaft, gagging myself all the way down, then tightening my lips and coming back up – back and forth, repeating. God he tasted amazing. Joe naturally grabbed my head and pulled my hair saying things like “that’s it, bitch, take it deep,” or “god yes, what a hot mouth.” I kept sucking and he was enjoying it – not letting go of his control. Removing it from my mouth in time and then back in so he wouldn’t cum – he didn’t want to release that soon. I loved that control. I was getting more and more aroused.

I didn’t hear the door open but as I was sucking heard a woman’s voice. I looked up while sucking and saw her – the redheaded dancer. She was stripping down completely and kissed Steven hello. They obviously knew each other and he had arranged this. “Don’t STOP sucking him, Marci!!!” Steven said.

They led me over (while sucking) to the couch and Angela (the redhead) was laying down there. My pussy was right above her face and I was aching with excitement. Steven started playing with my ass with a small toy he lubed up and the build just kept wrapping me tighter and tighter. Moaning as I was sucking Joe, Steven told me that I was allowed to cum when I felt completely filled – and not one second before. I felt Angela’s tongue give one small lap on my clit and I jumped. “NOT ONE SECOND BEFORE, MARCI!” I was sucking Joe so feverishly now and his control was incredible. The toy in my ass was replaced by Steven’s cock going slowly inside of it filling that tight hole. I moaned my pleasure on to Joe’s cock which was getting bigger. Angela then took a dildo she had and put it deep in my pussy.

“OOOOOOOOOooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!” I moaned deep on to Joe’s cock as Steven was filling my ass, Angela was lapping now at my clit as she fucked my pussy with the dildo and Joe was fucking my mouth with a force that I have never had before. Once I started cumming, I couldn’t stop. The pleasure washed over me in waves. “MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!”

Joe’s orgasm was spurned on by mine and started pulling my face hard against him as he filled my mouth and throat with so much cum – more than I’ve ever had at one time. Steven started grunted that delicious growl as he exploded in my ass. I couldn’t stop cumming even when I heard Angela moan. She moved herself to kiss me, tasting Joe on my mouth and shifting the dildo to her as well – it was a double-sided dildo and she was fucking herself and me with it with her dancer’s hips. She started to cum and I did again with her, shaking and trembling as I’ve never before done.

I collapsed on the couch almost purring, and vaguely heard Angela and Joe leave. Steven had made yet one more fantasy come true and I looked forward to more…. just not today.

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Six days now, and it felt like there was never going to be any relief from the deadly heat that lay over the land like an oppressive, heavy hand.

Brian walked to the kitchen in his jockey shorts not quite awake yet, he dreaded the day ahead but had no idea how to change the mess that was his life.

It wasn’t bad enough that the heat was omnipresent, but his wife of seven years was omnipresent too. Linda was a disapproving, unhappy presence in his life. She felt as stifling as the heat to Brian. Always there, never smiling she felt like a heavy weight hanging on his heart.

Brian had been thinking back, trying to find the point where he and Linda had lost each other, a useless exercise, he had no clue what had gone wrong. He loved her as much as when they had married, but she was acting as if she was very unhappy, and as much as he hated to think about it he knew he would have to talk to Linda soon. He could not live like this any longer.

Brian made coffee and speculated how much his life could change in a single day.

He waited for the coffee to finish dripping, poured himself a cup and turned to come face to face with Linda. He was so surprised to see her there he almost dropped his coffee. She never got out of bed early with him this could not be a good thing for him. He recovered his grasp on the coffee cup and wondered what new abuse she would heap on him now. He stood quietly waiting for her to speak. When she did speak it shocked him into speechlessness, he wondered if he had heard her right.

“Brian, what would you say if I told you I am lesbian?”

Brian had first met Linda in high school; they had met each other again at an Alumni function three years after graduating from the same high school. They seemed to have the same interests and enjoyed each other’s company and they started dating. On their third date, they had mind-blowing sex in his shower and never looked back.

Now here they were seven years later standing in the kitchen of a house they had bought together. Brian looking dumbfounded, Linda looking scared.

His heart beat so loudly in his ears he was sure she could hear it, he staggered backwards and leaned hard against the counter. “Please, Brian, please say something to me.” There was no question she was not serious. Looking at her Brian wondered what he should say to her. This did explain many things that had been happening in their marriage but how could he answer her without hurting her or himself?

He set his coffee cup on the counter and still not speaking he opened his arms to his wife, and she fell sobbing into them. He stroked her hair and held her his heart still beating wildly Brian’s view of reality was very shaky at that moment. Linda’s sobbing became calmer, and she sagged against his body hiding her face against his chest.

“Oh, Linda” Brian was unsure if he could speak but he knew he had to there was nothing left to do but talk. He saw divorce and heartache ahead for both of them. That was the last thing Brian wanted but he could not see any other options right now.

Finally, Linda stopped crying and Brian thought to himself; ask her, not really wanting to know “How long have you known, Linda?”

Still not looking at Brian, Linda spoke into his chest; Brian took her face in his hand and tilted it up so she had to look at him, “Tell me again, Linda, I couldn’t hear you”.

“Two years.” she said.

“Two years.” Brian’s voice was quiet, thoughtful, “What did you think I was going to do if you told me?”

Linda stepped back from Brian looked at him and said, “I thought you would be angry, or hate me. I could not bear it if you hated me, but the way we are living is making you miserable and I feel you are starting to dislike me. I had to tell you”

“I don’t hate you, Linda, I love you, and I’ve always loved you, even when we were kids in high school.”

Linda was looking slightly Kemerburgaz Escort less scared now, her face relaxed a little, but she was still looking like she could run away any minute.

Brian said, “Let me get a shower and then we’ll talk about this, okay?”

Linda nodded her head and even managed a small smile, the first Brian had seen on her face in months. She stepped back and Brian picked up his coffee and walked out of the kitchen heading to his bathroom.

Oh, my god Brian thought to himself, now what do I do? How do I deal with this? He felt numb, his stomach churned and he wondered how people recover from something as strange as this. Moreover, he wondered if they ever recover. On autopilot, Brian set his coffee on the bathroom counter and stripped off his jockey shorts. He stood naked in front of the mirror not really seeing his reflection, lost in thought.

Brian’s reflection showed a tall medium build man, despite the beer he loved to drink he had a flat belly, he was a handsome man in a rugged way. His cock lay flaccid and small against his body the head of his cock was large and smooth, it nestled in his pubic hair, his ball sac hung heavily between his slightly spread legs.

Brian sighed turned from the mirror and entered the large walk-in shower. He turned on the water jets on both sides of the shower then he turned to face one of the walls put both hands on it and leaned there letting the water hit him hard. He felt much older than he should, his body felt heavy, his mind had temporarily quit thinking; a mass of conflicting emotions swirled inside him. He leaned his forehead on the wall grateful it was Saturday so he did not have to face anybody at work today.

How long he stood like that, he had no idea, when he became aware of a presence in the shower with him. His forehead still on the wall, he turned his head, streams of water running down his face, to see Linda standing naked in the shower. Startled at seeing her there he wondered what kind of game she was playing, when he saw another woman enter the shower.

The strange redheaded woman was tall, very curvy with full breasts and hips, a flat belly and long shapely legs. He looked at her face and saw she had the most brilliant green eyes he had ever seen. He felt his cock move slightly, aware that she was arousing him; he stood up and said “Linda?”

Linda looked at him and said “Brian, I know you’re in shock, but I think I have an answer to our dilemma, so we don’t have to tear our lives apart.” She reached over, turned the water pressure down on the shower jets, and turned on the ceiling rain shower.

Brian was curious now. Linda had always been sexually adventurous, always ready to try new toys and positions, she always had been exciting to him. He looked at her body, wondering if she were mistaken about her sexuality. Linda was a beautiful woman, small with perfect features; she had long beautiful chestnut colored hair.

Her breasts were full, and round sitting high with light colored aureoles’, her waist tapered nicely and her hips flared slightly to a beautiful roundness. God, how he loved fucking her. He felt his cock stretching, getting longer and fuller.

Brian could barely speak, he was aware he was getting hard and did not care. The green-eyed woman was watching his cock a slight smile on her face.

“Brian, this is my friend Annie, she’s not lesbian, she’s bi sexual. She also needs a place to live, but we can talk about that later.”

Linda turned to Annie and said “Well. What do you think?”

Annie looked at Linda and said, “Not much of a talker is he?” Then turning to Brian she said, “But you do look yummy, hi Brian, I’m Annie.”

By now, Brian felt like a roast in a meat market but he did not care he had not had sex with anything but his hand in months. He was hoping the two naked women in his shower meant Escort Kemerburgaz his dry spell was over.

The women moved towards him, at the far end of the shower was a tiled bench and Annie gently pushed him back to the bench so that he had to sit. She was on her knees in front of him looked up at him, the water streaming off her face and body she asked Brian “Are you okay with this?”

Brian could only nod his head his cock was now fully erect, thick and long, he ached with the need to have sex. He knew he would have to think about all this later but for now, he would roll with it.

Annie wrapped one of her hands as far around his cock as she could and lowered her head to his cock. She opened her mouth and slipped her lips around the head of his cock, she put the tip of her tongue in the slit in the tip of his cock, tasting his precum, flicking her tongue in the slit, and licked the round full head of his thick, hard cock. Brian laid back closed his eyes and moaned quietly.

Then Brian remembered Linda and opened his eyes. She was lying on the shower floor face up. Annie had lowered her pussy to Linda’s face. She moved her pussy on Linda’s mouth, while Linda held the globes of Annie’s ass in her hands. Brian could not believe he could get any harder but he did. He involuntarily groaned louder.

Annie sucked on Brian’s cock, she would pull her mouth almost off his cock swirling her tongue on the head of his cock. Then she would slide her mouth back down his cock, sucking him, tasting him, she could smell his musk even through the water. Brian felt the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth. Annie’s beautiful green eyes stayed on his face watching him. Brian’s belly contracted, his balls pulled up tight against his body, oh God her mouth was driving him mad.

The shower water poured down on the three of them like a gentle rain.

Brian looked down at his wife lying on her back under Annie, he could see her hair wet and dark on the floor and her belly and legs stretched out on the floor, he saw Linda’s hands spanking Annie’s ass. Annie squirmed at the spanking and sat harder on Linda’s mouth, then Linda slid a finger in Annie’s ass, and Brian felt Annie gasp and open her mouth. He pushed his cock farther into her mouth, her throat opened to take him deeper in her mouth and he started pumping his cock in her mouth, fucking her face, she spread his legs farther apart and put her hands to his balls.

Annie pulled Brian’s balls gently, stroking his inner thighs as she sucked hard on his cock she took his cock completely into her throat. Brian gasped and bucked at her face, holding her face in his hands, he moaned Annie’s green eyes watching him. He fucked her face, his cock deep in her throat.

“OMGGGGGGGGG!” Brian cried out”YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

Annie’s heavy breasts swayed as she pumped her mouth on Brian’s’ cock, then she pulled her face off his cock suddenly.

“Nooooooooooo.” Brian moaned. Annie put a finger to his lips, whispering “Ahhhhhhhh, patience” the water streaming down her beautiful face.

She sat back on Linda’s face and Brian could see his wife’s tongue and lips greedily sucking on Annie’s clit, Linda’s finger now sliding in and out of Annie’s pussy.

“You like to watch, Brian?” Annie asked provocatively a slight smile at the corners of her mouth

Brian was stroking his cock in one hand, “Yes, yes I do like to watch.” He was shaking with desire.

Annie stood up leaned over put one hand on each side of Brian on the tiled seat and put her mouth on his. She opened her lips and slid her tongue in Brian’s mouth, he met her tongue with his, and she sucked on his tongue deeply, just as she had sucked on his cock. Annie bit his lip, pulled it with her teeth, and stood up again. She smiled at Brian who was still stroking his cock, “I like to watch too, Brian.”

Linda lay quietly on Kemerburgaz Escort Bayan the shower floor the water streaming off her body, her face was flushed her eyes were closed and her breathing was ragged. Annie moved to Linda’s feet, knelt down and spread Linda’s legs open, Linda’s clit was hard and full, very pink, Annie licked her lips, “Yummy” she said and bent over and put her mouth on Linda’s clit. Linda cried out her face so beautiful in her passion. Annie opened Linda’s pussy lips and slid a finger inside her, Annie sat up and put the finger in her mouth, watching Brian who was watching the women and pumping his cock with his hand. Annie bent back over Linda’s pussy, she kneeled down and took Linda’s clit into her mouth. Linda arched her back put her hands in Annie’s’ wet hair and moaned.

Brian couldn’t sit watching any longer he stood up, his large rigid cock throbbing he moved behind Annie. Her ass tilted up to him; her pussy slick even in the water, her pussy lips spread open inviting him to fuck her. Brian knelt behind her and moved close to her, he pulled her ass slightly to him, and started to slide his cock in her wet ready pussy, when he stopped, leaned over and put his tongue on the tiny mouth of Annie’s ass. She shook and shivered; he licked her small tight asshole, kissed it, slid his tongue in a little ways and felt her wiggle under him, pushing her ass back to him. He stroked her small mouth with his finger, his spit making his finger slick and he slid his finger in her tight small hole still licking, kissing her. Brian’s finger slid in and out of her tight asshole and Annie quivered at his touch.

Brian sat up spit in his hand rubbed it on his cock and kept his hand on his cock to keep the water from washing the slick spit off his cock. He moved his cock to Annie’s ass; he slid the head of his cock in her ass. Godddddddd she was so tight! He felt Annie relax her sphincter, and heard her moan into Linda’s pussy. He pushed his cock hard into Annie’s ass; Brian watched his cock disappearing into that small beautiful hole, his hands held the cheeks of her ass tightly. Brian groaned, “Oh, Godddddddd!” and he slid his cock deeper in her ass. Annie tilted her ass up higher to Brian silently begging him to fuck her sweet ass harder. Brian began pumping his cock in and out of her pink, small ass hole watching as his cock slid between her ass cheeks. Annie’s ass was so tight on his cock he thought he was going to cum sooner than he wanted to, but he held back.

Annie was sucking Linda’s pussy, moving her fingers fast in Linda’s pussy. Linda moaned loudly and she cried out, “Ohhhhh, godddddddd, yesssssss!” Annie bit Linda’s clit and Linda bucked screaming with pleasure.

Brian pumped his cock faster into Annie’s tight, hard ass. His balls had drawn up tight against his body, his cock so hard he knew he was going to cum soon. Annie was bucking her ass on Brian’s cock, fucking him hard and fast, she was moaning into Linda’s pussy… suddenly Linda screamed “Aggghhhhhhhhhh, yessssssssssss!” Linda’s body stiffened and she shook and quivered as her orgasm rippled through her, shock after shock raced thru her until she thought she thought would pass out.

Brian couldn’t wait to cum any longer. He heard Annie crying out, her head thrown back her cries so raw she sounded animalistic. Brian held Annie’s ass tightly. He threw his own head back, his guttural cries loud over the sound of the streaming water. Brian felt his sperm shoot out of his cock. His orgasm so intense so exquisite he lost all sense of place and time. He shuddered and pushed his cock hard into Annie’s ass. “Oh Goddddddddddddd, yessssssssssssssssssss!” he shot jet after jet of hot, thick sperm into her sweet tight ass.

Annie shook under Brian’s body he felt her body stiffen heard her scream “Yesssssssssssssss!”

Weak and shaking he almost fell on Annie; Brian quickly rolled off her onto his side and collapsed under the streaming water.

Linda and Annie lay breathing hard side by side on the shower floor, he heard Linda’s slight silvery laugh and suddenly his life did not look so bleak. Brian had the feeling this could work. Remarkably, in a strange way Brian’s life had just improved greatly

-The End- (or is it?)

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