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OK, I’m thirty, I’m black, I’m big and I’m probably less than average looking but I’m horny a lot and often on the lookout for guys to satisfy my horniness. I’m not fussy. I’ve let myself get picked up by guys from their teens to their sixties, skinny guys, fat guys, tall, short, black, white, Asian, Mexican. I would even let myself be picked up by a green alien guy if I thought he had a cock that would put out the fire in my cunt.

My name is Fran. I’m 5’4” and weigh 182 pounds. My skin is the color of milk chocolate unless you look inside my pussy and see that I’m pink in there. I like looking at my pussy in the mirror while I shove a big dildo or something else like a cucumber in and out of it. My hips are probably 38, my waist about 32 and my tits are 40DD’s with big black nipples that always stand out making bumps in all of my blouses. My hair is short, black and curly. I’m no beauty but no-body ever seems to care while they are fucking my pussy, my ass or my throat.

When I get in the mood to get picked up and fucked, I dress in an outfit that definitely says I’m looking for some adult fun. Even though I don’t have a great body, I wear a short tight skirt and a blouse that shows a lot of my big tits. Some of them even let the top edge of my areolas peek out. I’ve got heavy duty bras that can hold up my heavy, saggy jugs and push them together for best effect.

When I am sitting on a bar stool sipping on the one and only drink I have for the night, with my legs spread showing anyone that wants to look that I am not wearing panties, there is no doubt that I am available for sex. Usually the first guy to walk up and talk to me is the one that gets to fuck me that night, either at my place, his place or in the car. I even went into the men’s room one time and sucked off three guys. I can’t do that again because the bar owner pulled me aside and said that if I ever did, he would not let me come back. To tell him that I was sorry, I blew him behind the bar. I swallowed four loads of cum that night even before taking a guy home and fucking and sucking him for over an hour. I’m a slut and I know it and I like being one.

Last night I went to one of the local bars, sat on a stool and ordered the one drink that I would nurse till I made a contact. I had not been there more than about ten minutes when this tall skinny white guy got up from the booth he was sitting at and walked over to me. He was pretty good looking, probably in his mid-twenties, about 6’3” and weighed around 175. Looking at my cleavage more than at my face, he said. “Hi, my name is Dan. Can I get you a drink?” I turned to him, smiled, spread my legs and pushed my chest out. I was feeling especially nasty and not in the mood to waste time with a lot of small talk so I replied, “Hi to you too. I’m Fran. That sounds good as long as the drink you’re offering is cum.”

He actually had a shocked look on his face but quickly recovered and said, Maltepe Escort “That can be arranged but I’m out with my two buddies. Do you mind if they join us?” I quickly answered that it was good with me. We went over to the booth. I slid into the booth and Dan slid in beside me. “This is Frank.” Frank was also white and almost as tall as Dan but not as skinny and probably in his late 30’s. “This is Meteo.” Meteo was a short brown skinned Mexican who was a little on the heavy side and closer to 50 than 40. He was probably five seven and 170 pounds. He was the one sitting next to me on the other side from Dan. Dan asked me if I wanted a drink. “No. This one is enough and we won’t be here that long anyway, will we?”

Meteo already had his hand under my skirt and was working it up to my pussy. I pulled my skirt up almost to my waist to make myself more easily accessible to him. His hand quickly found where my legs came together and one of his thick short fingers pushed thru my dense, curly black pubic hair, between my outer cunt lips and found its way into my already wet snatch. He started finger fucking me and I moaned. I looked at Dan, “Where are we going to go?” “I know this really nice spot out in the woods not far from here”, was his reply. It was a clear summer night and the temp was in the 70’s so that sounded good.

“We’ll take both cars so we don’t have to come back here after. The guys can take my car and I’ll go with you if that sounds good.” “Sounds good to me”, I replied. When Dan and I got to my car, he suggested that he drive so I would have my hands free. I tossed him the keys. Before we had even gotten out of the parking lot, I had his fly unzipped and his cock out in my hand. He slid the seat back as far as he could and still reach the pedals and I slid my mouth over his thin but eight inch long cock. He drove, I sucked.” I swallowed his first load of cum before we got to the place he was taking us to. When the guys behind us saw my head disappear, they were pretty sure that they knew what was happening.

He stopped the car in a clearing in a wooded area on a dirt road next to a small pond. The other car pulled in behind us. Everyone got out. “Hey Dan, it’s not fair to get a head start on us. Is she a good cock sucker?” Dan replied that I was very good. Frank took a blanket out of the car and spread in out in the clearing. He and Meteo roughly pushed me to my knees on the blanket. They quickly dropped their pants and Frank grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to his crotch. He was already hard. He had an average six inches but it had a very strong downward curve. I opened my mouth and he pulled my head forward and stabbed his manhood down my throat. I gagged but he did not stop. Holding my head, he throat fucked me hard and fast.

Meteo got impatient and pulled me off Franks cock and turned me to his. He was less than six inches but he was the thickest of the Maltepe Escort Bayan three. I had to stretch to get around his meat stick. Dan spoke up, “Take your time guys. We’re not in any hurry. There’s enough of this slut to go around and I’ll bet that she is ready to service us for as long and in any way we want.” Boy was he right. I was ready, willing and able for anything they could dish out.

Dan said, “OK Slut strip for us. Get those gallon jugs and that hairy snatch out where we can see them.” I stood up, “My name is Fran.” “We don’t care. We’ll can you Slut or Cunt or Pig or whatever else we feel like calling you.” I didn’t say any more. These guys did not intend to be gentle with me but I didn’t mind. I swayed and removed my clothing. Then they pushed me back to my knees and all three of them moved close to me. My head was pulled to Dan’s cock. I opened my mouth and he slammed himself into my throat. Then I was pulled off and turned to Mateo and he did the same thing. Frank did it next. Frank told me. “Suck hard Fuck Face. Every time we pull a cock out of your mouth, we want to hear it make a pop noise.” They kept passing my throat around and each time a cock came out I made sure I was sucking hard so it made a popping sound.

After several minutes of this pass around blowjob, Frank got down on the blanket on his back. “Get the fuck down here and ride my cock.” I put one leg on either side of him, facing his head and squatted down. I took his cock in my hand and lined it up with my fuck hole and dropped down onto it. It felt good to have a cock in me. I pulled up slow and dropped down hard. “Look at those huge tits bounce. Make ‘em bounce, Slut.” My tits bounced so hard that it hurt a little but if the guys wanted to see them bounce, bounce they would.

Frank pulled me down and started biting my erect nipples, first one then the other. He bit hard enough that it hurt but I liked it. “Hey Meteo, there’s another hole down there that needs to be filled. Have at it amigo.” I felt a hand touch my ass and then one finger enter my rectum. It was followed by another. “Hold her still Frank. Let me get my cock in that tight ass hole.” Frank held me with my tits pressed against his chest while Meteo positioned himself at my butt. His fingers had loosened me enough that even his thick pecker did not have hard time penetrating my anal ring. It took a couple pushes for him to get fully buried in my ass but soon he was stroking in and out. Frank then started fucking back in my cunt again. They got a rhythm going. One in and one out then do it again and again. After every few stabs at my ass, Meteo would give my ass cheek a hard slap. It hurt and my cheek turned bright red but I loved it.

Dan spoke. “Lift up on your hands. You’ve got an empty hole waiting for my cock.” I lifted up and my tits started swinging under me. They dragged over Frank’s chest. Dan brought his equipment Escort Maltepe to my face and I sucked him in. I opened my mouth and accepted Dan’s rock hard cock. Now I was having all three of my fuckable hole worked hard at the same time. All three were going full depth in my holes. If there is any woman that has not had this experience, I tell you to go for it, you’ll love it. There is nothing hotter in baseball or in fucking than a triple play.”

Dan came first and I had to work hard to keep and of his jizz from escaping my mouth and dripping down onto Frank. I didn’t think he would like that and I was enjoying every bit of my salty treat. A couple minutes later, both Frank and Meteo came at about the same time but not till after I had a mind blowing orgasm of my own. I begged them to fuck me hard.

All three of my holes were full of wonderful man sauce but the evening was not over with yet. We changed positions several times. Over the next hour or so each of the three guys managed to fill each of my three holes with a load of their cum and I lost count of the number of times they made me come. They even fucked me between my big black tits. Finally I was lying on my back on the blanket. I was breathing hard and I was a mess. The three of them were standing close around with their limp dicks hanging down. Frank was the first to start but after he did it was only seconds before all three of them were pissing on me. They pissed in my hair. They pissed on my pussy and chest. I don’t enjoy golden showers but when Dan ordered me to open my mouth, I did and they pissed in my mouth. I couldn’t help but to swallow some of it.

Finally their bladders were drained and the last trickle fell on my face. I got up and went over to the edge of the pond to splash some water on my body to clean up a little bit. As I did that, they picked up the blanket and my clothes and headed for their car. I turned around when I heard the car doors shut and they drove off. Frank leaned out the window, “Thanks for the great fuck, Slut. We’ll see you again sometime.”

I realized that I was standing there naked with nothing to put on. They had only left me my purse with my car keys. I had no choice but to drive home naked and my carport at the apartment complex was a good hundred feet from my apartment door. I would have to walk naked from my car to my door. At least it was late and it was not likely that I would be seen. I drove extra carefully because I sure did not want to get pulled over by a cop. Along the way a big rig trucker was able to look down into my car and get a good look at my big tits. He honked his horn and pointed and tried to get me to pull over. I considered it but I had had enough for one night.

This morning all my body is sore and aching. My tits are bruised from being slapped so hard. However, I felt fully satisfied and had wonderful memories of what had happened to me last night. My pussy started getting wet from thinking about it and I started thinking about what might happen to me the next time I went out. I took a shower, rubbed myself to one more orgasm, went back to bed and slept till noon.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

This story is linked to my Spa Game series, and takes place well after the end of Year Two.

I haven’t made a lot of effort to onboard new readers or explain the history and mechanics of the characters here; this is mostly a bonus for fans of the series. If you enjoyed the characters there, I hope this is entertaining for you. I honestly can’t say how well this stands on its own, but I imagine it’s at least mildly confusing.

Sylvia Tentis sat in the painfully white room, staring at herself in the vanity. She wasn’t going to claim she didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror, but she did concede that a number of the several hundred people in the cathedral-like church a few miles away would probably be relying more on the white dress than her appearance to recognize who she was.

She usually kept her blonde hair short; it was so curly that it naturally formed a nice “skullcap” of ringlets when she kept it cropped down to about an inch or two. But she’d wanted at least some attempt at a hairstyle at her wedding so just before the end of her second-to-last semester at Veretrum she’d let it grow. Eight months hadn’t given her a lot to work with, but she had bangs now and enough hair that it could be gathered in back with a decorative clasp, though in the end she’d decided to use extensions so it didn’t look like someone had just stuck a fancy piece of metal to the back of her head.

The other source of growth had taken much more effort but about the same amount of time.

“God, if I walk too fast I feel like they’re going to jump up out of the dress,” Sylvia said.

“Honey, we love you, but if you’re going to complain about how hard it is to deal with larger tits you have the wrong crowd in the room.”

Sylvia smiled into the mirror at Robin Charmichael. Towering over her even when they were standing, the woman basically had a supermodel body, cemented by the large-C cup breasts that pushed out the front of her periwinkle bridesmaid’s dress. Her girlfriend, and Sylvia’s maid of honor Cynthia was just coming back into the room, and her chest had more of a shelf on it than Robin’s. The other woman standing at the door in her own pale blue dress had a more athletic build and a smaller chest to go with it, but still enough that she was gambling if she didn’t wear a bra. Vicky was the smallest one in the room now, but up until three months ago, Sylvia could make her chest flatten out completely just by raising her arms.

“I would fall out of that dress if I walked too fast, or possibly at all” Cynthia, usually called Cyn, said, “And yeah, our sympathy level here is zero. Robin and I probably have about ten years before we have to put a chiropractor on retainer, and the only shirts with ‘built-in’ support we can wear are called corsets.”

“I’m almost as big as you now,” Sylvia countered as she cupped her own mammaries, though they were stuffed behind what felt like a solid inch of silk dress.

“You look as big as her,” Vicky countered, “Because you’re a size 0 or something silly like that and you got medium sized tits stuck on. She’s got a normal adult body and her tits still look huge, but I bet they weigh something like ten pounds more.”

“They look all right though, don’t they?” Sylvia asked, fighting down a surge of panic.

“Syl, Cyn and I have been begging you to let us play with them for the past three months,” Robin said, “you’re hot. You don’t have that ‘innocent pixie’ vibe anymore, but you can pull off ‘little firecracker’ now, which is arguably better.”

“How is that better?” Syl asked.

“Because of this,” Cyn said as she held up the final piece of her bridal outfit.

It was a 24-carat gold choker that looked like a simple ring of gold. As their gift to her, her bridesmaids had it custom made and precision finished with a unique slotted fastening so it would take someone looking very, very close to find a seam. To most it would look like a solid gold ring had somehow been formed around her neck.

Taking over from Cyn, Vicky explained, “Your vulnerable innocent vibe was great in college, especially since it helped you and Bill find each other. But you need a way to overcome that in the real world, especially if you want to keep a lid on exactly how you and Bill structure your relationship. Wide hips and big tits automatically signal ‘adult’ to human brains, regardless of what people may be attracted to. I mean, that’s only a small part of the equation, but you won’t need to force them over the assumption that you’re too young to function as an adult if they see you as an adult first. If you dress it up so you’re actively using them to enhance your sexuality it gives you even more of an edge.”

“Also,” Cyn said, “It will lessen the impression that Bill is taking care of you, which will make it easier to hide how you two actually get along, if you still keep that under wraps.”

“Personally I think it would be hilarious if they say ‘I do’ and then Bill pulls out a leash and walks Cevizli Escort you on all fours out the door,” Robin quipped.

“And that’s why Cyn’s my maid of honor,” Sylvia said.

“Really?” Cyn drawled with a dangerous edge as she towered over Sylvia from behind, “It has nothing to do with our relationship, and my ability to get you hot and bothered just by leaning down to your ear and saying ‘Pet’?”

Cyn had matched actions to words. Syl shuddered slightly and felt her nipples harden and push against the dress, along with a certain amount of lubrication in areas she didn’t need right now. “Cyn-” she began and then saw Cyn’s eyebrow raise dangerously and pleaded, “Mistress it took us an hour to get me into this dress.”

“We’ve got an hour before the church is ready. The planner and the priest are still raising hell over your refusal to appear at the rehearsal. Bill is threatening to have Vincent step in,” Vicky said while checking her phone.

“He’s not even in the wedding party, why would Bill get his help?” Syl asked

“Because he does that thing where he instantly becomes the most powerful man in the room just by walking in,” Cyn said with a slightly annoyed tone, “He better have dressed down or nobody’s going to be watching the ceremony. At least, nobody who isn’t a straight male.”

“It does get annoying sometimes,” Vicky said, “he came over and ‘said hi’ to Bill’s brother, the one who’s paired with me in the procession? He made some crack about ‘Great Aunt Lizzie’ owing him a favor and I had to practically hold onto the guy’s arm during the rehearsal to keep him from trying to walk on the opposite side of the church. I yelled at him about that the other night.”

“Was that before or after you made him fuck your brains out because it turned you on so much?” Robin asked, teasingly.

“I’m not at liberty to say,” Vicky said with an obvious blush that sent the rest of the room to giggling.

“Speaking of ‘at liberty to say'” Cyn said, “I want that story now.”

“What story?” Syl asked.

“You said you’d tell me the story of your first time with Bill if I agreed to be your bridesmaid,” Cyn said.

Syl saw herself turn paler than her dress. “I told you that story already,” she insisted.

“You told me a brief summary two years ago,” Cyn countered, “And you made it obvious you were embarrassed about it.”

“Why is that such a big deal?” Vicky asked.

Cyn smirked and turned to say, “Because it’s probably her biggest screw-up at the table before or since, and it means their ‘first time’ was very, very different.”

“Well if you aren’t going to make her eat us all out I want storytime!” Robin said.

“Wait, it was three years ago, right?” Vicky asked. When Cyn nodded she turned to Robin and asked, “Weren’t you there?”

Robin shook her head. “I had a disagreement with aunt flo; I missed it by one week. Now come on!”

Syl sighed and turned to look at the three of them, who just returned her gaze with expectant expressions.

“Fine,” she said, “but only because getting into this dress was a pain in the ass.”

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3 Years prior

It wasn’t Syl’s first time playing in the higher-stakes, higher energy Saturday night game, but she preferred the more entertaining, less tense games on Friday. Unfortunately Bill only played in the Friday night game, and that was too crowded for what Syl wanted.

The casual players were mostly weeded out of Saturday night (though the new girl, Amy, sat in despite being a truly pathetic player. She’d heard John comment that they’d have to pull her aside and talk to her if she kept spoiling games). Bill was there tonight, and McCabe sat in, along with Matthew (never Matt), Purna, Carmen, and of course the Bitch Queen, Kathy. When she was focused, Syl knew she was able to beat most of them straight-up, but almost no one at the table would back down from a poor bluff and poker still relied on getting the right cards.

Syl hadn’t had a great night but it hadn’t been terrible. She was riding the edge of using chips with her name on them most of the evening. Per usual the game was Texas Hold-’em; other games got played sometimes but Hold-’em had a good mix of skilled play and visible action for non-players or those who’d folded. It also had enough betting cycles to build up a sizeable pot, even with the betting limits; four people in a hand with 300-chip limits going all out could result in a pot with more than 2,000 in it. 2,000 in chips meant a lot of serious sexual favors were written on the discs.

This wasn’t one of those hands but Syl was grateful, for once. She was looking at a six, two nines, and a king in the middle of the table, and trying to convince herself the king and the queen in her hand justified calling the 50-chip bet thrown down by Carmen. She was a good player but got impatient if there was no betting action; she’d forced the issue after everyone had checked on the flop, so Syl doubted she had anything substantial in her hand. Purna and Matthew had bowed out, so now Escort Cevizli it was on her. She called, hoping her two pair might blossom into a full house with a good river card. McCabe folded, Bill had never put money down, Amy called but that meant as much as the sun coming up in the morning, and unfortunately Kathy stayed in.

The river was an Ace of diamonds, changing absolutely nothing for Syl, and not much for the rest of the board as far as she could tell. She now bet first and she hoped to steal the pot so she had some cushion for the rest of the night. She opened with 100. Amy called, of course, as did Kathy. Then Carmen raised it to 200. That confused Syl, unless Carmen was trying to buy her way out of her earlier bluff. Syl called without hesitation, as did Amy. Then Syl’s stomach dropped as Kathy re-raised, pushing the bet all the way to the 300 chip maximum. Carmen caved immediately and Syl had to follow suit. She’d never seen Kathy out-and-out bluff; she had an ace in her hand at least, which meant her two pair beat Sylvia’s. She was doubly glad when Amy forced the issue and Kathy revealed a pair of aces, giving her a full house. Syl looked grimly at her own chip stack. She’d be playing with her own chips until she won.

Fortunately that fed into her plan on the very next hand. She was the dealer, or bet last. She had a meagre jack-seven combo in her hand but Bill bet 100 chips out of the gate, signaling either a strong hand or a desire to sweep the ante without seeing a flop. Two of Syl’s own blue chips were in there, which made her hope that perhaps his goals and hers weren’t too far apart, but if he hoped to steal them early he was playing with the wrong crowd. Amy stayed in of course, as did Kathy and Carmen, and Syl put in enough to cover as well. They hadn’t even seen a flop and 500 already sat in the middle.

The flop came down but Syl didn’t really look at the cards, she just watched Bill, who immediately put 150 on the table to start. Amy of course called, though she looked frustrated for some reason, and Kathy stayed in though her betting seemed more hesitant. Carmen, who tended to let her poker face crumble at the end of hands, was visibly frustrated at having to fold. Syl called without pausing.

The turn card dropped and Syl supposed she should look just to make sure she wasn’t accidentally ahead. An eight and a nine had come out in the flop with the other two cards being a King and a three. Nothing much by themselves but the nine, three, and King were all hearts, giving someone a really good shot at a flush. If she had to guess that’s what Kathy was probably after. Her own cards didn’t give her anything unless a ten dropped for the river card. Bill charged another 150 for the privilege of staying in.

Syl wanted to call but she’d put enough of her chips in already and while the night wasn’t young there were still a few more hands. She folded but watched with bated breath to make sure Bill wound up the victor. She needn’t have worried; the river was another King. Kathy made her flush and bet a full 300 as a result, but Bill had been holding a pair of Kings, giving him four of a kind and the win.

The rest of the night was uneventful for Syl; she won some pots to bolster her own stack but none that were memorable or truly bloated. She tried to keep herself from bouncing as she waited in the kitchen area pretending to pick over the leftover dinner food. Soon enough she heard the rich, deep voice behind her.

“Sylvia?” he asked.

“Yeah?” she said, already breathless.

“Would you like to come with me to a room?”

She nodded, trying to keep herself from squealing. Bill didn’t tower over her like Vincent but he was tall enough to seem imposing and he was built broad; wide shoulders and hips with thick limbs. He didn’t have a lot of muscle definition but he wasn’t truly fat either. What he did have was a fairly commanding presence combined with a gentleness that tickled an itch deep in Sylvia that she barely admitted to herself and never discussed with anyone. Because they were both good players and didn’t often play in the same games, she’d never actually cashed in or owed a favor to him, so now she was really excited.

They went into one of the real bedrooms and Sylvia resisted the urge to tear her clothes off and jump into his arms. Instead she shuffled over to the dresser near the door and leaned on it, trying to be casual, but smiling invitingly.

Bill returned her smile and walked over. He looked down at his hand and then put a large stack of chips on the dresser. “How do you want to do this?” he asked.

Syl’s stomach dropped. “Those are green,” she said, dumbly.

“Yes…” Bill said cautiously.

“I…I only lost two fifty to you in that hand,” she insisted.

“Kathy and Amy bet with your chips, I think. I don’t remember Carmen winning any,” Bill explained.

Syl stared at the stack of green chips, dumbfounded. That’s why Amy looked upset; she couldn’t bet with her own chips, she was out of them.

“Shit, this is your first time, Cevizli Escort Bayan isn’t it?” Bill asked, worried.

“No,” Syl said, which was true in the way he was asking, “I just…I was expecting blue. I need…a few minutes.”

“Sylvia I’m sorry, you weren’t ready for this and that’s…well that’s not how this should go. I can just…you know what, yeah, I’ll just bet with these. I’m sorry again.”

Syl heard Bill gathering up the chips, struggling a bit because of the size of the pile and the slick top of the dresser. She could just let him walk out and it would be easy, but it also meant she’d probably blown it. He was too kind to brush this off; she’d obviously reacted badly, and he just as obviously thought it would be a fun surprise. He’d never try to cash her chips in again, and she didn’t…she couldn’t be the initiator. Unless she did something right now.

She turned around and put her hand on Bills as he was trying to gather the last of the chips, her chips.

“I want to ask you something, and just answer me straight, please?” she asked.

“Okay,” Bill said, again sounding cautious.

“Did you cash these in just because they were green?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Bill replied.

“Did you cash those in because you’d get anal, or were you going to cash my chips in regardless?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even.

“I…wanted to cash them in when I knew I had enough for you,” he said, “I only realized I had this many after I counted them,” Bill said.

Syl made a choice.

“Are you okay with a bit of roleplaying around this? For my sake?”

“Sure,” Bill said, and for the first time since she’d hesitated she saw a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m going to go…well do some things. When I come back, pretend I don’t want to do it. Pretend you have to make me do this just because you have the chips. Pretend I’m not into it.”

“Are we pretending that?” Bill said.

Syl went for broke. She grabbed his neck and went onto her tiptoes. The fact that she caught him by surprise was probably the only reason she was able to successfully pull his head to hers and kiss him. He paused for a second but responded almost immediately, returning the kiss and pulling her up so she wasn’t straining. They broke after a long time.

“Yes,” Sylvia said, “we’re only pretending that.”

* * * * *

Sylvia came back into the room wearing only a loose shirt and panties, trying to ignore one feeling of wetness between her legs, and revel in the other. When she returned, Bill was leaning against the wall, looking annoyed.

“Are you ready now?” he asked.

“No,” Sylvia replied, trying to sound overly petulant.

“Do you have 1900 chips?” he asked.

“It’s 1875,” she corrected.

“Fine, do you have that?” he asked.

“…no.”

“Are you ready to quit the spa?” he asked.

“No,” Syl replied.

“Then you better find a way to get ready,” Bill said, coming over and grabbing her arm.

His grip was powerful and Syl was so surprised by it she almost let out a moan after her surprised gasp. She stifled it for fear of giving herself away. He led her over to one side of the bed. “Bend over.”

“What?”

“Bend over, I want to see if you’re at the right height.”

“I’m not letting you ogle me just because-“

“Look!” Bill snapped, cutting her off and spiking both her heart rate and arousal, “I don’t need your pussy, I’m not gonna kiss you, I don’t even have to feel you up, but if you aren’t paying and you’re staying in this room then by God I’m going to fuck that ass. Now, bend. Over.”

Pretending she didn’t want to just leap on the bed and pry her cheeks apart while begging, Syl walked slowly over and flopped down, after a little hop to let her waist get even with the side of the mattress. Despite that, with the thickness of the comforter she started to slide to the floor. She stopped when she felt her ass hit Bill’s still-covered hips as he stepped up to her. She stifled another moan as she felt the bulge between them.

“Good enough,” he said, “drop ’em”

Syl heard his pants and belt drop, but she decided not to touch her own.

“Fine,” Bill snapped. One of his hands shot out and grabbed the crotch of her panties. It let him quickly pull them down without the elastic getting pulled in an odd direction, but he paused when they were at her knees. After the pause continued she wanted to turn and ask him something but when she started to move he put his hand on her back.

“If you keep squirming around this will take longer,” he said, “And at this point I want to be out of here as much as you do.”

“Then fuck off!” she said.

“You owe me, bitch. I get what I’m owed. Spread.”

Sylvia opened her legs.

“Are you color blind? Did those look blue? You know what I meant,” Bill snapped.

Trembling a bit from nervousness but more from excitement, Slyvia reached around and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Truthfully there wasn’t much to pull; Sylvia’s lean frame didn’t give her much of an ass to begin with, in terms of shape, so just her bending partly over the bed spread her cheeks enough to clearly see her rosebud. But Bill by this point had either clued into what Syl was hinting at with her request or he was following some script in his head that he got from who knows where.

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Chapter II

She was sitting on the sofa in the living room in one of the sexiest outfits she could muster from her rather un-sexy wardrobe. She’d never been one for shopping for sexy stuff, so she had to settle for being panty-less under her grey, woolen skirt and only wearing a black bra beneath her grey jacket. Her lips were painted red, and she had tied her hair up in a knot. Robert thought she had done really well when he had asked her to dress up sexy, get the camera and come down to masturbate for him in the living room. He wondered whether he should have asked her to shave when he saw how hairy her pussy was, but decided to save that for later.

The lights were on in the living room, and there was a risk, however small, that someone might be able to see what was going on in there. That was a thought that turned Robert on, having his wife masturbate while someone else might be watching.

Now she sat there, legs spread, her hand working between them and her eyes locked to his as she moaned and bit one of her fingers. God she looked sexy. Robert was stroking his cock slowly with one hand while operating the camera with the other.

“Show me your tits, baby,” he whispered. “Talk dirty to me.”

Joanna unbuttoned the two buttons on her jacket and let her hand slowly stroke across her breast as she lifted it out of her bra. His wife had beautiful tits, Robert thought. Nice and firm tits that didn’t hang even though they were a little more than a handful.
“I’m so horny, baby. I want your big, hard cock deep in my pussy.”
A finger slipped inside her and then another. She slowly started to finger fuck herself while looking hungrily into the camera.
“I want you to fuck me so hard and then I want you Kadıköy Escort to come deep in my mouth. I’m gonna suck you dry and then I’m gonna let you fuck me deep in my ass!”

Woah… where did that come from? The mere thought of ramming his cock into Joanna’s ass almost made him cum there and then.

“Come for me baby,” he panted.

That made her start working furiously on her pussy with both hands. They were a blur as they rubbed back and forth, in and out and up and down. The splashing sound of her juices mixing with the sound of her moans. And then the orgasm hit. It was crazy. She threw her head back and her whole body went up in an arch as her moaning just got louder and louder. Robert had never seen his wife orgasm with such intensity, hell he had barely ever seen her come at all, so he was glad he was now capturing this on video. She was practically screaming by the time she fell to the floor, hands deeply buried in her crotch, legs shaking, her face red and sweaty. Can she come forever if I don’t stop her? Robert wondered but he was too eager to fuck her now to try and find out.

“Come here! Sit on my pole and ride it!”

She was up and on him in seconds. Straddling him and lowering herself down on his rock hard cock with a growling sound as her pussy engulfed him. He was hard as hell and her pussy was dripping wet, juicier than he had ever felt it before, and he had the greatest view as her tits bounced up and down right en front of his face. He worked to get it all on camera, while she continued her sexy, dirty talk.

“Your cock feels so great deep in my horny, wet pussy. Fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me till you cum and shoot your sticky load all over me!”

Damn this was sexy. Kadıköy Escort Bayan She bent forward, burying her tits on his face, and he had to put the camera on the table beside them to keep it capturing this wonderful event. Now both his hands were free, and he was able to grab her ass cheeks and squeeze them hard as he drove his cock deeper into her. She growled and pushed herself further down, burying him completely before lifting herself and then slamming down again. He smacked his hand hard down on her ass cheek and she let out a little whelp.

“Oh yes, smack my ass!” she panted an he gave her another palm. “Smack my ass and then bury your cock deep in it!”

There it was again. He hadn’t even mentioned anal sex to her, and here she was, begging him to sodomize her. Was this some hidden fantasy of her that had been laying dormant deep in her mind?

“Get on the floor, you cock hungry bitch,” he said. “Stick your ass up in the air and show me where you want my cock!”

Joanna immediately got down on her knees in front of him, her back to him and bending forwards as she started to fondle her ass. Robert quickly grabbed the camera. She made her fingers wet with pussy juice before starting to push them against her butt hole. They slid in slowly, taking one knuckle at the time, and since she was alternating between her anal rose and her slopping wet pussy, the hole was slippery in no time. Her fingers went deep and fast, and she started begging him to fuck her.

“Deep in my ass, honey!”

How could he resist? He dipped his cock into her pussy a couple of times, driving it all the way in, just to make it slippery so that it would slide into her ass more easily. Then he pointed his cock head Escort Kadıköy right at her rear entrance and started to push.

He knew he had to take this very slowly, because this was one of the greatest feelings he had ever had. If he wasn’t careful he knew that he would come instantly. Her ass was gripping his cock tightly and as he watched it disappear inch by inch between her lovely ass cheeks, he could swear that this was the most incredible sight he had ever had. And the sounds his wife was making as he filled her ass with his big cock really added to this visual stimulus making him clench his teeth hard so that he wouldn’t fill her bowels with his cum all too soon.

She grabbed her ass cheeks pulling herself open to him and he kept pushing it in. Two thirds of his 8 inch giant was in her before he pulled out, leaving a gaping asshole in the cameras view. She screamed of joy when he plunged it back into her, a little deeper but not all the way. Then he started to fuck her. He knew that his efforts to try to keep from cumming was futile, so he just started ramming her hard, going deeper and deeper with each stroke until he was finally balls deep in her ready to shoot his load at any time.

“I’m cumming baby,” he shouted as he kept on burying the cock hard and fast while his moans got steady louder. And Joanna must have sensed exactly when his orgasm would hit, because she threw herself around just in time to catch his sticky, hot load flying into her face. Stream after stream shot out across her chin, her forehead, her nose and into her mouth; running down to her tits where she caught it with her hands an started rubbing it in. Holy fuck what a video this was turning out to be.

She caught his dick between her lips and started to suck him dry, and as his last drops left his shaft and down her throat she turned her head towards the stairs behind him, smiled and said:

“Hello sweetheart. Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

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You’ve heard about women who please themselves with a fruit or a courgette or maybe an aubergine. When I first met Steffie, she was coy about her sexuality but a few things became apparent as we got to know each other. If you know what I mean by “know.”

As we began our sex friendship, it became clear that she liked [no, she demanded] dildos, vibrators and an occasional banana in her vagina. Sometimes she used the banana as bought; with its skin but well washed. Other times, she would peel the banana and ask me to insert it carefully so that it didn’t break up. Then she would gyrate her hips while I licked and played with her clitoris, until she orgasmed and pushed out the banana. We did this many times and she developed the muscles she needed to expel the banana.

And guess what: I began to take the peeled banana into my mouth as it came all warm out of her slippery vagina. I chewed it at first but then learned how to swallow it whole, and she really like to see me doing that. Slowly the banana disappeared into my lips and then down my throat. She even began to play with my responses by choosing bigger and bigger bananas. They gave her more intense sensations as she gyrated, but also my eyes popped out and my throat spasmed as I swallowed them whole. Even so, because of the sexiness of the situation, I never felt nauseous and still don’t when we do that banana-sex.

Another feature of Steffie’s sexual “development” was her practice of spending the whole day, and often the night, with a big-sized plug in her bottom. Of course, I enjoyed anal sex with her whenever she took put the plug; and she seemed to enjoy the sensations of my moving in and out of her back door. It became obvious that she needed the plug because her anal muscles had stretched so much. The plug prevented any accidents, shall we say? She was proud of herself, “No one else I know could do this and get such pleasure, like I do.”

Also Steffie liked to be tied, once we got to know each other well, and she felt able to trust me. Lying on the bed, usually on a towel, she liked her wrists to be tied out either side to the bedhead. And her ankles stretched out and tied to the bottom bed feet. I use soft rope, so she is never marked and feels no discomfort on her skin. But still she is immobilised with either her breasts pointing up to the ceiling or else her nice rounded bottom under my belly.

The fruit-and-veg theme developed further one day, when she asked me to press a peeled banana into her bottom after the plug was removed. I was uncertain about this at first; wouldn’t the fruit just smash up as I pushed on it? But I underestimated Steffie’s experience and, sure enough, the slightly under-ripe banana just slid into her. To my surprise, she invited me into her, alongside the banana. In fact, of course, I just smashed the banana to a pulp and I could feel it squelching around inside her. It seemed to push into Göztepe Escort all the “corners” in her rectum and maybe up into her sigmoid. My sensations were amazing and I came quickly – too soon for both of us, really. She was on the point of orgasm from the new sensations but I had to finish her pleasure by sucking and licking on her. Some time later, she kneeled on a big piece of tissue and pushed out the banana pulp, stained with shit as you would expect.

After that first time, I learned to pace myself more carefully and we both gained nice orgasms. We did banana sex, front or back opening, every few days: in addition to many other little perversions she had, which I’ll describe some other time.

Then some weeks ago, in the ecstasy of a special orgasm, she mumbled to me, “You’re just what I wanted. You can do anything you want. Anything.” And so my imagination got to work. I decided that it was unnecessary to limit ourselves to a banana. After all, the world of fruit has much more to offer. For the next weekend, I planned my visit to the supermarket and stocked up.

That Friday evening, we got into our usual anal-banana position. Steffie on her belly with legs wide apart, lying on a towel and limbs tied out. Slowly I pulled out the plug she’d been “wearing” all day and wiped her opening with a tissue. Then I squirted some gel onto my fingers and stroked it around and a short way into her. But she was already wet from the plug and her own juices which had migrated there from her vagina. As usual, slowly I pressed the under-ripe banana into her. She relaxed, waiting for me to enter her. But I had other ideas and whispered into her ear, “I’ve got a little something else here, to join the banana. OK?”

“What is it?” she asked but relaxed and not anxious about the situation.

“Just a couple of grapes. Is that OK?” I replied.

“Mmm,” she murmured in agreement.

And so I pressed into her a few seedless grapes. More than “a couple” but she seemed all right with it. I pushed the grapes deep into her with my middle finger, pressing them into the banana. I lost count but maybe eight or ten grapes.

To keep her interested, I pressed one of her vibrating dildos into her vagina and switched it to a slow hum.

“Is that OK?” I asked and she nodded silently, so I asked, “A little something else, Yes?”

She nodded again and I leaned to one side to peal a satsuma, and divided it into its segments. Striding my knees back across her thighs, I pressed the entire satsum into her bottom, one segment at a time. I tried carefully to keep all the segments whole and not squashed.

At that stage, I lubed my erection and slid into her anus; as I had done hundreds of times before. But this time against the fruit inside her. I could feel the orange segments and the grapes bursting in front of me as I mashed into the banana. The more I shagged her, Escort Göztepe the more her contents turned into a fruit salad.

Steffie was excited also, with the extra fullness. She spoke and asked me to speed up the vibrator sticking out of her labia. I reached down and spun the control-wheel until it was humming at maximum speed inside her. I could feel it also, pulsing through her body close to my erection in her fruity rectum.

Suddenly she came to an enormous orgasm. She whimpered in the way I’ve learned to interpret as her best orgasm; and then she relaxed. She slumped onto the bed with no tension in any muscle o her body. I switched off the vibe but left it inserted, and kept on shagging until her fruit contents began to turn into mostly juice that wanted to squeeze out past my erection.

“Time for the next phase,” I thought to myself.

Steffie didn’t know, but I had bought one kilo of grapes and 10 of the satsuma oranges. To start the next stage, I just reached to one side, grabbed a handful of grapes and eased myself out of her. Out came a trickle of fruit juices but I quickly stopped it by pressing more grapes into her. Six, then ten, then more as I lost count. Her anus and rectum was stuffed full of grapes on top of the earlier contents. I wondered briefly what had happened to the original banana; was it still whole pushed right up into her sigmoid, or had it been liquidized? Either way, I pressed my erection into her and she squirmed, murmuring, “Ooh, I’m very full.”

“You feel wonderful,” I said in her ear, “No one else could do this. Only you” and she murmured, “Mmm” because I knew it added to her sense of pride.

I resumed my shagging into the fruity mush that filled her and I was preventing the juices from pouring out by keeping as far into her as possible. My erection just about filled her opening but I could tell she was relaxing, and her muscles were relaxing also.

Then I had a really wicked idea.

I leaned to one side and picked up a whole satsuma, without peeling it. Holding it close to her anus, I withdrew my erection and in an instant pressed the orange into her hole. Slowly but with some force, I pressed it into her and it did go into her. She squirmed again and raised her head, with a little murmur like a kitten. But the orange went into her and blocked anything from pouring out.

I spoke to her, “I’m going to untie you and you’re going to lie on me facing up. OK?”

“Don’t know if I can,” she demurred, but rested down to let me untie her wrists and ankles. When she was free, I took hold of her figure: one arm wrapped low round her waist and the other curling round to hold a breast. Then I rolled sideways and she came over onto me. She reached down with both hands and held her lower belly, as if to cradle the fruit bulging within her. Lifting her a little, I positioned my erection as best I could to enter Göztepe her bottom.

But the position was not perfect and I needed to let go with the breast-hand, so that I could reach down and aim myself into her. But once I was in her, the sensation was amazing.

The first thing I felt was the big orange, blocking up her passage. I took another firm hold on her waist-hips and pulled her down onto me. The orange gave way, further into her and she mewed again, “Ooh, I’m full. Don’t hurt me.”

Sorry to say, I ignored her and continued my pushing. Two things happened. First, the orange moved further up into her and slipped sideway, so that I was shagging alongside it. Then I thought I could feel the initial banana, alongside the other edge of my erection. I was shagging between two masses of fruit and surrounded by juices; and my smashed grapes and orange-segments.

Steffie reached down and started the vibrator again. She was quiet as I threw her around with my efforts, and my arms held her tightly to me. Suddenly, the whole satsuma and the banana gave way as I forced my was though everything in her. The orange seemed to burst wide open like an egg, but soft. The banana just collapsed into a slimy flattened plate of fruit. And all the time, the other fruit juices washed and squelched around me.

My climax was growing and I think I must have been throwing her around even more vigorously, but was unaware of it. Her arms were out at her sides, steadying herself from falling off me. But there was no risk of that; I was clinging onto her waist and one breast.

My climax came with a massive shooting of sperms and my own juices into her rectum, to mingle with all the fruitiness. As I came, the whole mush of fruit seemed to collapse before my erection. It felt like hot sticky glue around me and I stayed deep inside her until my stiffness relaxed.

When I pulled slowly out of her, it felt as though Steffie’s insides simply poured out of her. Hot sticky fruit mush squirted out of her, all over my declining erection, my belly, my thighs; all the way down to my knees. I was covered in shit-stained fruit and juice. The towel had been a good idea, I thought, but we should have had double thickness.

I lifted her off me and she lay in her own fruit sludge on the towel, as I went to get some more, before lifting her to the shower. We showered each other and she used the douche up her bottom. The bedroom reeked of a mixture of human fluids, a little shitty smell but mostly mixed fruit.

When we’d cleaned up and tidied the room, I looked at my fruit collection. Steffie must have had 350 grams, over 10 ounces, of grapes in her and a total of 5 satsumas, in addition to the banana. I didn’t tell her this but she commented for some days afterwards how full she had felt and how excited by the thoughts. In addition to her sensations.

Since then, we’ve done something similar with fruit and some vegetables such as little tomatoes, segmented peppers and pitted olives. Steffie has turned into a truly fruity woman. Tutti frutti, in fact. Now I’m planning the next phase of our exploration of her openings and especially her bowels.

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Story inspired by real events. Some details have been changed to protect identities.

In my twenties, I worked as an engineer at a mid-sized company and my boss’s admin was a stunning black woman. I’ll call her Shanae. She was much shorter than me, about 5′ 3″ and I am 6′ 2″. However, she was very thicc. I learned later that she had a 52 inch ass.

When I joined the company, she on-boarded me. She showed me to my office and gave me my computer and helped me with all the forms and introduced me to everyone. She was very kind and sweet.

Everyday, she would drop by my office and chat with me about stuff that I needed help with, but also non-work related stuff. She was fashion conscious and impeccably dressed, as she wore tight skirts or pants that clung to her and showed off every curve. She always smelled incredibly good. Occasionally, after our chats she’d get up turn around and smooth the fabric over her ample rear and walk out of my office. My cock would immediately rise up and strain against my pants. Thank God I was sitting at a desk.

During our conversations, I also learned that she was happily married and I realized that there was no chance for me. However, even after a few weeks, she would still drop by to chat, but the conversations were less about work and more about our personal lives. I had just broken up with a woman and we discussed the dynamics of that. After one of these chats, she got up and turned around rubbed her ass sensuosly and caught me staring at her booty. She laughed and had a mischievous look in her eyes and sashayed away.

I was definitely not interested in any kind of drama at work and I was careful not to overstep my bounds.

About six weeks after I joined, there was a celebration of a major milestone for the company and we were all invited to an evening of drinks, and dinner at a high-end restaurant. Significant others were invited as well. Since I didn’t have anyone I went on my own.

When I got there, I saw Shanae sitting at a booth with a chiseled, muscular, large man at a curved booth. She immediately got up walked over and gave me a hug and gently cupped my ass in her hand. I was surprised and stepped back, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the booth and had me sit next to her and introduced me to her husband, Dwayne, who I recognized from the pictures on her desk. They were an amazing pair. As I said before, she is quite short, but Dwayne was even taller than me and had broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. His hands completely enveloped mine when we shook hands, but it was a gentle, firm grip. He wasn’t playing the usual dominance games.

After some chitchat, Dwayne slid out and said he was going to the bar and asked what we wanted. I said a red wine would be great and Shanae asked for a margarita. After Dwayne left, I felt awkward about her grabbing my ass earlier, but I decided to let it pass and not bring it up. Maybe she had already had a few drinks and was tipsy. We just chatted about the celebration and the company’s performance.

Dwayne came back with the drinks and he slid in next to me. I was now between them. This was a bit odd as couples usually sit together. Shanae started telling Dwayne about how quickly I came up to speed and was making an impression at the company. I was a bit embarrassed and laughed it off. Dwayne changed the topic and started telling a story about this guy he saw in the locker room at the gym this morning. How he had firm ass and a thick cock. I thought that maybe they had a very open relationship or Dwayne was bi. As the conversation turned towards the guy’s ass and his shaved cock, Shanae put her hands on the inside of my right thigh and started gently stroking. Simultaneously, Dwayne reached under the table and cupped my cock and balls through my pants and gently squeezed. I was shocked, but I also realized that they were seducing me together. Ataşehir Escort After the initial shock wore off, I realized that this could be fantastic. Dwayne was 🔥 and Shanae was one of the sexiest woman I’d ever seen.

I smiled and opened my legs and adjusted my ass so that Dwayne had better access to my crotch and he pressed his fingers against my taint making me even harder. Shanae then took my hand and pulled my fingers between her legs. She was not wearing panties and I squeezed her phat pussy and she softly moaned. My fingers gently found her sopping wet slit and I slid my fingers along her lips towards her clit. I felt a large bump at the top, almost like a small cock – it was really big – easily the biggest I’d ever experienced. I started stroking it between my index and middle fingers and my thumb and I heard a sharp hiss, and saw her head go back. I knew I had hit the spot.

Dwayne was also busy with his hands under the table. He had unzipped my fly and had pulled my cock out. He was gently rubbing the tip of my cock and using my precum as a lubricant. The man knew what he was doing. I tried to push his hand away half-heartedly, but he was much stronger and didn’t budge. Also, I was occupied stroking Shanae’s enormous clit. I desperately wanted to see it. A waitress started walking over to our table and I pulled my hand away from Shanae and Dwayne pulled his hand away from me. Shanae and I sat quietly with our genitals exposed under the table as we ordered our food. After the waitress left, we exploded with laughter. Dwayne and I got up to wash our hands. As we were walking to the bathroom I glanced down and saw the outline of a nice thick cock. I gently reached over and rubbed the back of my hand on it. He grabbed my hand and ground his crotch against it. I desperately wished that this was going to lead to a very hot threesome.

We enjoyed an lovely dinner and during dessert, Shanae suggested that we all share a nightcap at their place. She texted me their address and we split up to go to our cars. During the drive over, my cock was rock hard and my ass was tingling with anticipation. I was incredibly excited and I could feel my heart beating hard in anticipation and excitement.

When I reached, their car was already in the driveway and I pulled in next to theirs. I got out, and walked up to the door and rang the bell. Dwayne opened the door and asked me to come in. He led me to a beautifully decorated, modern, open living room with high ceilings. He sat down and motioned me to sit next to him. He said that Shanae was freshening up upstairs and would be down soon. He asked if I wanted a drink or to smoke some weed. I chose a smoke – he pulled out a vape pen and I turned on the switch and filled my lungs. I loved having sex when high. The sensations are magnified and I usually have multiple orgasms.

Dwayne got on his knees between my legs and expertly unbelted, unbuttoned and unzipped me before I realized what was happening. He pulled my pants and underwear down in one swift powerful motion and there I was on the couch with one of the biggest hardons I’d ever had. He took my cock in his mouth and slowly slid his tongue around the head of my cock and up and down my pee slit. This drives me crazy. I had no idea how he knew. I arched my back and let out a guttural moan. He pulled my pants completely off and took off my jacket and shirt. I was now completely naked. He moistened the middle finger of his right hand with his saliva, lifted my legs and started rubbing his wet finger around my asshole while continuing to tease my cock with his mouth. I was overwhelmed with pleasure and tried to fuck his finger with my ass, but he wouldn’t let me. He said that there’s plenty of time for that, but continued to rub my asshole and tease my cock.

Shanae walked down the stairs and she had not only freshened up, she had Ataşehir Escort Bayan changed. She was wearing a leather bra, with cutouts for her nipples and a leather thong, crotchless bikini and boots that come half-way up her thighs. Her hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail. She wore fingerless leather gloves. She was stunning. Her ass was so big that the bikini practically disappeared. I knew that I had to worship that ass and I hoped and prayed that she would allow me to spread those ass cheeks and smell the delightful aroma and stick my tongue deep into her asshole to taste it.

She asked if we naughty boys had started playing without mistress. Dwayne said that he was just getting me ready for the evening. She told him to take off his clothes. As he was doing that I realized the man was a specimen. He was 6 feet 4 inches tall and 250 pounds with not an ounce of fat. He was all muscle. He was also very white, in stark contrast to Shanae. As he pulled off his pants his cock popped out and it was a gorgeous pink with a dark, purplish head. His balls were tight against his cock in a taut pink sack. He was completely clean with no hair – I learned later that he had a Brazilian a few days back in preparation for tonight. His cock was about 6 and a half inches long and nearly as big around. It was thick – 2 inches in diameter. Mind blowing! My ass was already twitching with the thought of riding that monster.

It was clear who was the top in the relationship, despite Shanae’s height, sweetness and gentle demeanor in the office, when it came to sex, she was clearly in charge and I was about to find out how she takes control.

She told Dwayne to get on his knees in front of her and motioned me to kneel behind her and my heart skipped a beat. She was going to “make” me eat her ass. Did she even know how many times I fantasized about this? I did not need to be told twice. I quickly went to where she pointed and got down on my knees. She then grabbed Dwayne’s head and pushed it into her pussy told him to lick her lips and suck her clit. He clearly knew the drill and she let out a guttural growl. She then reached reached behind with both her hands pulled my face between those delicious cheeks and told me to kiss her asshole. I gently pulled the thong aside and I was greeted by a wave of womanly ass aroma that just drove me crazy. My focus narrowed down to the sweet berry of her anus and I started licking it with broad stokes from her perinium to her ass crack while spreading her open to get better access. The smell of her ass was rich and musky and as I my tongue massaged the ridges and ring of her asshole my tongue was overwhelmed with the bittersweet taste of her ass that I had longed for. My cock was seeping precum and Dwayne reached over and started stroking the tip of my cock and my pee slit while sucking Shanae’s pussy.

We must have been doing it right as she growled like a panthet and pressed the back of both of our heads into herself. The smell of her ass drove me to work my tongue into her hole and swirl it around to taste the inside of her. The pheromones of her anus, the taste of ass, combined with the weed, and Dwayne’s expert cock teasing, made me almost pass out from pleasure. I knew if there was a heaven and I made it there, this is what I would be doing everyday.

Dwayne and I enthusiastically ate her pussy and ass for about ten minutes and I started sensing contractions around my tongue and I could hear Shanae’s breathing become faster and shallower. Soon I could sense her orgasm coming on and she yelled, “Don’t you stop bitches! Just keep going.” I then felt liquid running down her legs and realized she was squirting on Dwayne. Her asshole was contracting around my tongue, but we continued eating her from the front and back and after maybe two minutes of contractions, she pushed us away from her and walked Escort Ataşehir over to the couch and collapsed on it and gave a big sigh.

Dwayne and I still on our knees looked at each other. His girthy cock was throbbing and I reached over and started stroking it. My hands barely wrapping around the shaft. I also reached under his balls with my other hand and massaged his taint and worked my way to his asshole. I slipped my middle finger in and started finger fucking him. He moaned and threw his head back in pleasure. Shanae opened her eyes and looked over at us and smiled a mischievous grin. She said, “You sluts did well, but I’m in charge, here.” She told me to suck Dwayne’s cock. I had to bend down and stick my ass in the air with my mouth wide open to fit that monster in my mouth. While I was busy focusing on his cock and fingering his ass, I felt a warm liquid being spread around my asshole, taint and balls. Shanae was rubbing warm lube all around my ass. She then slipped her finger into my asshole and gently started moving in a circle and opening it up. After working my ass some more, she eventually slipped in two fingers of both hands back to back and started pulling my hole open and massaging my open hole. My moans from the pain and the pleasure were muffled by Dwayne’s cock in my mouth. I started going faster as I wanted him to cum and taste his delicious jism. However, Shanae had different ideas.

She slapped my ass and told me to stop. She decided that she wanted Dwayne to fuck me. She told me to stay where I was with my ass in the air and Dwayne went behind me and I could feel her teasing my well-lubed hole with his cock. She rubbed it all around my hole and gently pushed it in pulled it out again. My asshole desperately wanted to swallow that thick cock and I finally rammed my ass back when it was partially in. The pain of that girthy monster slamming into me made me grunt and moan, but I wasn’t going to pull away. I backed up as far as I could and took his whole cock in. I rhythmically squeezed my hole around his shaft – partially because it eased the pain and partially because I knew it gave him pleasure. He grabbed my hips tightly and gently started fucking me. It was indescribable. My entire universe was centered on my asshole being stretched open and fucked – there was nothing else in my consciousness. My eyes rolled into my head, and I started to moan and drool as he slowly picked up speed. Every thrust and withdrawal felt like an eternity though he was pumping hard and fast. Every in stroke rubbed my prostate and I started to cum. He was fucking the cum out of me. Everytime he slammed into me, my cock was spraying cum. Soon he shouted and screamed and shoved his hips hard into me, and I almost collapsed. He was cumming and pumping his hot juices deep into me. After he finished, he caught his breath, with his thick pipe still in me. After a minute or so he gently pulled his cock out and I felt a deep sense of loss. I became very emotional and startec crying. I had never felt that way before. I stayed with my ass up in the air feeling his juices dripping down my thighs. I desperately wanted his cock in my ass and I never wanted him to take it out.

Shanae came over and brushed my sweat soaked hair out of my face and wiped the tears away. She lifted my head and gave me a deep kiss. She took a warm wet towel from a container and gently cleaned my very sore asshole. She wiped down my legs and grabbed my hand and led my up the stairs. Dwayne was already upstairs on their huge bed. I was exhausted and I just collapsed on the bed. Dwayne pulled me towards him like a rag doll and spooned me from behind. His powerful chest against my back, his cock nestling against my butt and his legs against mine. Shanae laid down on the bed and spooned me from the front. She wiggled her enormous ass and pushed it against my crotch and grabbed my hand and positioned it under her breast. I worked my other hand between her ass cheeks and slipped a finger into her asshole as she pushed against my finger. I pulled it out and sucked on it, tasting her ass and said, “That was a great nightcap,” and she giggled. We all went quickly to sleep.

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Yesterday afternoon I was enjoying a relaxing bath, as the steam rose over the tiles I flopped to one side and opened my legs, as I felt the longing for a cock.

The bubbles crackled gently over my skin and I ran the soap over my body gradually building lather onto my sensitive nipples. I loved to take a bath when I was very horny and the sun was shining in through the windows, it seemed to heighten the experience.

I eased my fingers down to my freshly shaved pussy. I parted my pussy lips and my cunt was soft and very silky. I took the bar of soap into my hand and enjoyed working myself up with lather on my cunt.

I opened my legs more and dangled a leg out of the side so that I could give myself more pleasure. I had a large plain dildo waiting on the side of the bath. And I knew the time was right to slip it into my supple cunt. It slid in easily and it wasn’t difficult at all, it fitted just right.

I fucked myself steadily Tuzla Escort in the hope of climaxing but I wasn’t ready at this point and ensured that I wanked my clitty steadily and firmly to get myself near the edge of cumming.

If only I’d had someone to fuck my arse for me. So with my fertile imagination I thought up a guy who was sexy and tall with dark hair. He had a dirty big cock and stood right in front of me wanking his foreskin back and forth. The head of his cock started to drip and before long it covered his whole cock with the rhythmic sweeps of his hand.

I slid the dildo from my pussy and pushed it into my arse hole. Wow it felt great, my arse was more than ready to take a big dildo in it. I fingered my cunt hole and wanked for him as he watched me.

Then he approached and stood right at the side of the bath, making me sit upright to lick the sticky cum off of the tip of his cock. It tasted heavenly and Tuzla Escort Bayan made me almost cum. I could smell his dirty big cock, it turned me on even more and I wanted to take it all in my mouth but also wanted to just simply savour the experience of just licking the head as it produced more salty cum for me to taste.

He leaned over towards me and pulled my hand away from my cunt and pushed it towards him. He took the dildo and fucked my arsehole steadily with it. The entire experience was very sexy and my hand found its way to his balls which I gently stroked and pulled on making him groan with pleasure.

I had to part his arse gently as I stroked his perineum and teased his arsehole with my finger tips. He parted his legs wanting my fingers inside to pleasure him. I slipped in a finger and he loved it, I could feel his cock throbbing inside my mouth as he enjoyed the sensitive feeling that I gave him.

In the Escort Tuzla bath I was enjoying getting my arse fucked by his handling of my dildo and I would have climaxed had he touched my clit at that time.

He pulled the dildo from my arse and pushed it into my hand. He continued to finger my cunt and wanked me a little faster with his fingers. I was on the edge and gasping for breath as I pulled his cock from my mouth and returned to licking it in long slow sweeps.

I slipped that dildo into his arse hole easily and he loved it, moving himself up and down to ride it as he pleased. I licked up his shaft and sucked on his balls taking them into my mouth one by one, just to pleasure him and slow down his orgasm at the same time.

Well, so much for slowing things down, suddenly I pulled away from him and screamed out that I was coming on his hand and also pissing into the bath water. It was all I could do to continue pushing the dildo into him as he shot his warm spunk onto my face, lips and into my mouth. It slipped down my chin and onto my neck as he drained his balls onto my face.

That was probably the greatest bath time fantasy I had ever had — fantasy men always do as you want!

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Ok All. I know that I have another thread on here that is in need of chapter 14. This one just happened this weekend though so it only took a couple of hours to knock out. Hope y’all enjoy it. Please if ya get to the end take a couple of extra seconds and hit the yay or nay button. Anyways …

A Day On the Farm

So feeling a little inspired this morning. Here’s a recap of the weekends events. My wife and I went to a bed and breakfast in Kansas this weekend that is also an exotic animal farm. How does one find such a place and in Kansas of all places you may ask? About a year ago there was a petting zoo, the ones that just kind of travel all over and for a few bucks you can thrill yourself or the kids. We thought it was the typical fly by night type deal. This one had a few more exotic animals than just the normal goats and stuff – the zebra stood out and caused us to stop. We paid the couple of bucks to get in and a couple more for a handful of feed and off we went. My wife of course ended up chatting to the young man running the place who in turn told us about the B & B and the farm and everything else about the place. Once he mentioned giraffes – that sold her on it! Just so you know, my wife has a “thing” for giraffes. With all of the d?r changes to the house, there are still giraffe things in every room and not just one either! So for a year now it has been in her head to go to this place. I passed it off as just another whimsy of hers kind of like saving our change and going to Greece or someplace else.

But this weekend we actually did it. We both had Friday off. So I called the place Friday morning as you can’t book a room on the website. When finally speaking with the woman she told me that they had no problem accommodating us for either Friday or Saturday night or both if we wished. I told her Friday was fine after making my wife make a decision for a day she wanted to go on. I finished with the booking details and then we hurriedly rushed to throw a few things together. It was almost 10 AM our time. We were going to lose an hour getting there and it was about a 6 and a half hour drive to get there. The evening tour started at 7 PM and check in was at 5 or later. We both wanted to make it for the evening tour. We threw the top down on the convertible and off we went … to Kansas. I still can’t believe I voluntarily went there!

The drive was uneventful. I have been across that state so many times it isn’t funny. I wasn’t quite familiar with this particular little town but the GPS on the dash seemed to know the way. We didn’t talk a whole lot on the way as with the top down it was difficult – so the occasional shout at each other and a little more talking once we got off the interstate and we were going slower through several small towns. We ended up making good time – I got us there at just after 6:30pm local time. The entire trip there I couldn’t help but to think how I knew this was going to some mom and pop place that I would regret. I have checked into hundreds of hotels and this one just sounded like a place that gets 4 or 5 guests a year!

As you turn down the road to the farm – with a big sign out front letting you know you are at the right spot – you see a pasture filled with animals. Not the typical Kansas cows or goats but a pasture filled with ostriches – that was cool as shit! The short drive to the house and more animals abound; camels, zebras and other various exotic animals were easily visible just from the parking area. We went inside to the office and no one was there except for a sign on the counter telling you to pick up the phone and dial 27 and someone will be down to assist you. We did that and she was down shortly after that. There was a sign on the wall welcoming us and the other three families that were staying there that weekend; I was starting to feel a little more relieved about the accommodations. Kartal Escort

A full figured young woman came down the stairs and checked us in and gave a courtesy tour of the main building. With that we went and got our bags and dropped them off in our room – we of course stayed in the giraffe room. As you can imagine it was decorated with giraffe stuff every where – it was like being in our own house! The young woman had pointed out where we could find the giraffes, so after settling in and having some time to kill, I grabbed the camera and off we went to the giraffes.

There were about 8 of the large animals there and even when we called them they didn’t seem to interested in us – so we got a few pics from 20 yards away. We walked around a bit as another of the families showed up and then shortly we started the evening tour which is a much shorter version of the morning one. Of course my wife gleaned as much information as she could from the young lady that we will call Megan. Megan had a good sense of humor and would give anyone a little shit about whatever – kind of like my wife’s fascination for the giraffes and pretty much nothing else. The tour ended and we talked with Megan a little more before going out to get something to eat. We barely made the only restaurant in town as they close at 8 PM and we walked in at 7:45 – which they said was no problem and there were a couple of other people there. So we ate and got back at around 8:30 pm.

We met Megan when we got out as she was going to go do some nightly bottle feeding of some of the babies there and asked if we wanted to help? Of course we did! This was all kind of under the radar though as this is not the normal and we weren’t to tell anyone – so please keep this to yourselves. We got to feed a couple of baby camels and some kind of miniature deer type thing and a couple of zebras. We finished and talked to Megan a lil more and then she went inside and we headed over to … the giraffes! They were still kind of standing off but the zebras that were there came over. Once we started petting the zebras though, the giraffes thought they may be missing out on something.

The friendliest giraffe there was Hugo. He was also the biggest easily towering over the rest there and topped out at around 19 feet tall. We fed Hugo some grass from the other side of the fence that he couldn’t reach but definitely liked. With this we got some great close up shots of him and got to pet him and get drooled on and everything you come to expect from giraffes. If haven’t ever had the opportunity to do so with these animals – this is typical as their tongues are 18 to 24 inches long – Gene Simmons has nothing on these animals! As we later found out from Megan, once it cools off in the evening Hugo and the others are a lot more friendly and active.

So finishing up around 10PM we went back to our room – satisfied with giraffes for one night, or so I thought. We were both tired from the day’s events and got ready for bed. I wear just my underwear to bed and my wife will wear that with a night shirt of some sort as well typically. This one was kind of a zebra print (I know not giraffe?!) that barely covered her ass. We went to bed and I didn’t expect anything as sex with us is an infrequent thing. I wasn’t disappointed after several attempts to start something and we both went off to sleep. I woke up 2 hours later having to piss. I got up and went to the bathroom and when I got back in bed I noticed my wife wasn’t there. It is a small room so it’s not as though there is some place else for her to be at.

I put on my shorts from the day and went out the door to the hall – our door was open so I knew she must have gone out it. It was quiet, there was a family that checked in after we finished with the giraffes but apparently everyone else was asleep. I checked to see if she was Kartal Escort Bayan in the breakfast room that also had games and stuff to drink – nope not there. I went downstairs to the vending machines and computer area – nope not there. That really only left one place that I thought she could realistically be. I went back up stairs and grabbed the digital camera and headed back down and out the door. I was quiet as there are signs asking you to do so and was even told by Megan that if you are up at night to be quiet not only for the other people but for the animals that sleep at night.

I went around the main building and down the drive to where the giraffes are. There is some lighting that dimly lights the drive areas. As I got closer sure enough there is my wife hanging with the giraffes … and stroking Hugo’s huge cock! I was stuck in my tracks as I watched and couldn’t believe this was going on. There was Hugo up against the fencing. It was large with a foot wide gap between the rails. It was to keep the animals in and obviously there weren’t squeezing out of this. But it was way more room than my wife needed to reach through and jack off this animal. His cock was bigger than a horse’s cock and had about the same shape. It was rock hard so she had been out here for at least a bit getting him to this state. I could see her nipples hard and pressing against the thin material of her night shirt in the cool night air. I turned the camera on and the flash. Then she stuck her head through the railing and licked at the giraffe cock hard in front of her. I couldn’t resist and snapped a shot off. The flash startled them both – her more than Hugo who has obviously had his picture taken a number of times. I walked over to her and she just stood there, red as an apple and completely embarrassed and didn’t have a clue what to say. Hugo stood there as well hoping his hand job wasn’t over. As she tried to put something together to say I stopped her and told her I just wanted to see her finish what she started.

I think she was further shocked but smiled at me and started back at Hugo. She was tentative until I told her to jack him off like she was before the picture. She looked over at me and knew I must have been watching for at least a few minutes. She started in earnest this time though. I snapped a couple more pics and neither one cared this time. I could see the muscles in Hugo’s legs tightening and knew he had to be close. I told my wife to lick it again. She smiled at me and put her head through the railing. As she started to lick Hugo did as I expected and unloaded a tremendous of giraffe cum onto her face and hair and into her mouth. My wife was shocked as the picture went off and she jerked her head back only catching her neck on the railing. She still had hold of Hugo’s cock and when she pulled her head back it pulled his cock towards her. The remainder of Hugo’s cum shot onto her arms and chest – soaking her night shirt. I of course took a couple more shots. When she finally got her head out she was soaked in giraffe semen – it was the hottest thing I had ever seen! Hugo was spent and his cock was shrinking and softening.

We went back to the room quietly. My wife said she was going to take a shower – and not in cum this time. I had other ideas. My cock was as hard as Hugo’s although not quite as long. I stood behind my wife and told her I would help. I grabbed the edge of her shirt and lifted it up over her head, smearing the giraffe cum on it over her face. I tossed it to the floor and pulled her against me. She could feel me against her panty covered ass and I could feel her tits and stomach still wet from Hugo. I pushed her wet panties down and watched as she stepped out of them. I quickly removed my shorts and underwear and stood behind her with my cock pressed into her ass. I pinched her hard nipples and could smell the giraffe Escort Kartal spunk in her hair. I pushed her to her hands and knees and knelt behind her.

“This is what you wanted wasn’t it?!” “You wanted to be mounted and fucked like an animal didn’t you?!” My voice was harsh as I was excited just thinking about what I had saw. My wife stayed on her hands and knees and all I heard from her was “YES!” It made no difference at that point. She could have said no or that the pope was going to be here in 2 minutes but I knew she was going to get fucked. I pressed my cock against her tight ass and pushed it just inside. I heard her say “ouch” quietly – which has always meant to fuck her ass a lil harder. I did! I pushed my cock farther into her ass. I reached down and grabbed her arms, pulling them from under her and knocking her face to the floor. As she did I fell over her and my cock was buried completely into her ass. I heard her groan loudly as I sank into her.

She stayed in that position, pulling her hands up and holding onto the edge of the rug we were on. She spread her legs a lil wider for me as I started fucking her ass. Pounding my cock in and out of her, “You wish Hugo was fucking you like this don’t you?!” I saw her nod her head as she tightened her grip on the rug. I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto me harder with each thrust. Then I heard her, in a low tone at first but then increasingly louder with each thrust into her ass, “Fuck me Hugo! Fuck my ass!” She kept repeating the phrase and I did just that. As she came with my cock deep in her ass she screamed for Hugo to fuck her. I only hope the family with three boys wasn’t in the room next to us – not that I cared at that point but I did think about it later.

Feeling her orgasm ripping through her; seeing her practically tear the rug in half, I couldn’t wait any more. I pulled my cock from her tight ass and quickly knocked her over onto her back on the floor. If Hugo could cum on my wife then I should be able to as well! I knelt over her and let loose of my cock. I immediately shot a massive amount of cum (well by human standards that is) onto her face. The remaining loads of cum I shot and dribbled onto her tits. As she sat up and my cum started to run down her face I wiped it with my cock and watched as she opened her mouth. I wasted no time and slid my cock into her mouth as she sucked it clean and whatever was left inside it. After that was all done she then did take a shower. When we made it back into the bed it was just short of 2 AM.

We woke the next morning with the alarm and got up and dressed. The smell of giraffe cum was still obvious in the room from her night shirt. We went out to eat breakfast and got a couple of stares from the other families and we just figured they had heard us in the night. After we got our food though Megan came over and sat down with us, she asked if we were ready to visit the giraffes again. We both looked at her as she smiled at us broadly. She then said that her room is the one next to us on the corner and that also the other window she has faces out to the drive that leads down towards the giraffes and zebras. My wife instantly started to blush and I just sat there waiting to see what Megan would say. “I can’t see everything down that road from my room – just enough to know that someone was out there.” She smiled at us saying that she figured it was us. My wife was instantly relieved thinking that she hadn’t been able to see what happened. As Megan got up she leaned over and quietly said that the kitchen the window however looks right out to where Hugo and the others are!

She winked at us as she stood up and announced to the families there that we had an hour before the morning tour started. My wife had pretty much stopped eating by now as she was all red again and we watched as Megan bobbed out of the room. Definitely think we will have to make a return trip to the B& B.

So there y’all go. Hope ya enjoyed it. Comments and ratings appreciated. Will have to see about chapter 14 now for the other one! (shameless plug)

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A picture is worth a thousand words

Because of the scarcity of motor transport I had to take what was available at whatever time that would be, therefore I arrived at the transit unit’s air departure compound hours before I was scheduled to be there.

An orderly came across from the little office and told me that the ‘plane readying for departure had a spare seat because some unfortunate squaddie had ended up in sick bay.

“If you can make it to the departure gate in the next ten minutes then you’ve got an early ride home mate.”

I could, I did, and eight hours later, I was back in London, not only that, unless I did something stupid, such as be promoted, I would be here for at least a year.

The one thing I had not been able to do was contact my mother about the sudden change of times. She wasn’t expecting me until tomorrow afternoon so she was about to get a happy surprise.

On entering the house, I could hear the muted sounds of appreciation coming from the living room. I slipped my shoes off, crept to the doorway and was happy to see that it was not fully closed, so I could ease it open sufficiently quietly to see inside the room.

What I saw was sufficient to cause my cock to begin reminding me that I hadn’t had a fuck in over three months.

My mother was sitting, or rather, she was laid back on the sofa with her dress around her waist and her legs splayed widely apart so that our next-door neighbour could get her mouth against my mother’s pussy, which she had done and was now licking deep inside an obviously wet vagina.

She had to keep her face there because mother was holding her head tightly against her sex to ensure that she had the orgasm she was obviously seeking.

I crept back to the coat rack, got my mobile and returned to the doorway.

I began taking pictures and as I did so, Helen, the neighbour, moved slightly and I was then able to get her exposed rear end in the shots. She had a wet, open, pink slit with no trace of hair around it, topped by a little puckered star leading to a very tight tunnel that I would at some time in the not so distant future, fuck.

My mother climaxed with a wail of release. Helen immediately moved to kneel on the sofa and with her dress around her waist, her breasts out of her ‘bra and hanging down, she spread her legs wide apart and said that she wanted to be fucked hard.

“Come on Jane; please fuck me and do it hard, please.”

My cock was so hard that it hurt.

From now on, I shall refer to mother as Jane, which I had never called her in all my 23 yrs. She wiped her sex with a tissue and then opened a door in a side table and removed a tangle of straps. It was only when she sorted the straps out and put them over her feet that I realized what I was seeing. She was putting a strap-on dildo on and when she’d finished tightening the straps, she put the end of the dildo in Helen’s vagina and, grasping her hips, she began to fuck her.

She ploughed Helen’s sex tunnel hard and fast until eventually, as she rubbed at her clitoris and with her big soft breasts bouncing and swaying, Helen moaned and sobbed her way to her own orgasm.

It would not be long before they left the living room and I reluctantly crept away, retrieved my shoes, coat and suitcase and eased my way out of the house.

Once outside I dressed and set off for the bus terminus where I knew I could get a cuppa and a sandwich. I needed time to think about what I had seen, what I had on my ‘phone and what I intended to do about it.

Actually, I already knew what I was going to do about it; it was how I went about it that I needed to ponder. One thing was certain; my cock would be in somewhere wet and warm before I was very much older.

My decision made, I returned to the operations area, but instead of going to the house I used to call home and which I had entered earlier, I knocked on the door of the house next door.

I was almost salivating in anticipation of the next few hours in the company of Helen. She is a statuesque woman of Swedish extraction, approximately 50yrs old and 5ft. 10in tall, which is an inch taller than I am. Her big blue eyes and long blonde hair, big breasts, Kaynarca Escort and superb round and mobile backside above long legs, with powerful thighs completed her outward appearance.

Jane is a redhead. She is 42yrs old, 5ft 8in tall with a slim, boyish figure and pert 34-inch tits and a tight rear end.

Sometime after she’d moved into the house three years ago, Helen had made it plain that; on my next leave, should I be so inclined, she would probably allow me access to what other attributes she possessed. I was blind to the fact that Jane had already been bedded.

I doubt that she had ever contemplated the sort of access to her body that I had planned.

I had been receiving letters regularly with all the home news so I knew that Helen and Jane had become good friends during the past three years. Jane worked for the local government and Helen was a deputy head teacher at a nearby school so they actually met during the course of their work. One day, Helen came to view the house next to ours, which had just come on the market, and had knocked on Jane’s door to ask a few questions about the neighbourhood.

She bought the house and apparently their sex life began to blossom shortly afterwards. They are both divorced, Helen is childless, and as I had just discovered, both wanted a sex life that did not involve inviting another man into their lives.

Helen opened the door and began to say something when I interrupted her.

I held the ‘phone in front of her face so that she could clearly see the picture it displayed.

“Helen, don’t argue. Look at this and let me in.”

She did as I asked and immediately stepped aside to let me in. As soon as the door closed behind me, I began speaking.

“I have a great many pics and several video clips of you and Jane enjoying each other, and a very long video clip of Jane fucking you with her strap-on.”

“I’ll keep this short. You are going to do whatever I tell you to do or else these pictures will be on the desk of your school principle. The same pictures will be passed to Jane’s head of department.”

“Don’t think I’m bluffing. I will do it.”

“Why would you do that? What do you want?”

“What I want is your body. Not my mother’s, just yours, I want total, and immediate, obedience to any instruction that I give you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, you bastard, I understand perfectly. How long are you home for?”

“I’ll answer that later. Take your clothes off. I want to fuck you and I’m not waiting any longer. Get everything off or I’ll rip ‘em off and then I’ll take another picture and put that on the internet with your details attached. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

She undressed and so did I. I spent a few minutes getting to know her breasts and nipples and then I made her kneel before me to suck my cock before I bent her over the table. Parting her thighs and her big, soft bottom cheeks, I plunged my cock into her sex and let it find its own way into her vagina.

“I know you enjoy being fucked this way; I have to admit I enjoyed watching you earlier on this evening. I promise I’ll make certain that you get as much of what you enjoy as I can manage.”

Eventually I had to stop fucking her for some minutes to allow my personal volcano to subside so I stood her against the door and played with her lovely big, soft, tits and tweaked her nipples, which had become engorged even before I touched them. I had found something that she would happily experience.

I put two chairs against the wall and made her climb up and turn to face me and then placed a third chair alongside the others and made her spread her legs so that I could remove the middle chair.

Standing between her legs, I played with her sex and sucked her clitoris as she held my head to maintain her balance. I also had the impression that she wanted to keep my mouth on her sex.

I knew that what I was doing was beginning to have an effect on her because she gently pumped her groin against my mouth as her own arousal began.

I slid a finger up against her sphincter and pressed gently as I said:

“Some time tonight I intend to fuck your anus. If you have never had a cock Kaynarca Escort Bayan in there, I suggest that you tell me and I will be very gentle. I hope you have some form of lubricant in the house.”

There was an immediate reaction and her sphincter opened slightly and so I allowed my finger to explore further, but suddenly my climax began. I almost dragged her off the chairs, threw her onto her sofa and fucked her until my semen began to boil.

Helen had commenced responding to my thrusting by doing precisely the same she, but she was in for a disappointment if she thought that we would finish together.

I pulled out of her streaming vagina and roughly turned her over so that I could force the head of my cock into her anus. I was only just in time, my semen erupted from my cock and I pumped a load up into her anal canal as my hands mauled her tits.

Helen climaxed with a grunt and then she surprised me.

“You bastard! That was fucking wonderful.”

“Suck me. Come on Helen; suck my cock clean.

“Be aware that I am going to enter that rear door of yours in the very near future and after that it will me a regular part of your sex life, so you must ensure that you have lubrication and condoms available. Unfortunately I do not have the stamina at the moment, to do justice to that superb backside.”

“This is the way it is going to be:

From now on, you will only wear clothing if you have to leave the house.
You will undress immediately on entering this, or Jane’s, house.
You will only wear knickers in the house if you are menstruating or have some other need to do so.
You will keep a ready supply of condoms and lubricant both upstairs and downstairs.
You will be available for both Jane’s and my pleasure at all times.”
“Do you have computer and a spare flash drive?”

“Yes.”

I made her log-in and then I copied the pics and videos on my mobile, to the flash drive, printed half a dozen pictures and put them and the flash drive in one of my pockets.

We were upstairs in her spare bedroom so it was a short journey to her bed, upon which I fucked her in traditional missionary style. Her legs were high and wide apart; her breasts bounced and swayed as I pumped into her and her hands were gripping my hips to assist me in my attempt lengthen her vaginal passage.

Helen wanted this. She kept telling me that as I fucked her, and when I came, she rolled me over so that she could swallow any semen still leaving my cock.

We did not go down-stairs again. I slept alongside her until the early hours of the morning. When I awoke, I found that she had hold of my cock as she slept, and I was holding onto one of her big tits so I released the tit and gently rubbed her clitoris until she eased her thighs apart and I began to stiffen. As I had hoped, she came awake in a rush.

She mounted me and treated me to a wonderful fuck with her tits bouncing and swaying just above my face.

I like being ridden, but much prefer to be in the driving seat so I told her to kneel beside me, she did so and once again I put my cock into her anal entrance and deposited a dollop of semen into her. I was seriously tempted to go all the way in, but I knew that we, or at least I, would enjoy it more if we spent time in anal foreplay.

As I dressed, I had to remind her that she wasn’t allowed to wear any clothes. It was a glorious sight, seeing her breasts bobbing and swaying as she busied herself making breakfast.

“Tony, I have no problem fucking with you, why do you insist on this no clothes demand?”

“You haven’t grasped it yet have you? It is not just the fucking. I intend to have total control over you and Jane. I will fuck you, whenever and in whatever place or position I choose. From now on, I will dominate every bit of your life. You will do as I say or I will carry out my threat.”

“I really am not the nice guy that you seem to think I am and Jane is going to get the shock of her life when I fuck you in her house this afternoon. When you walk in and strip your dress off so that I can fuck you as you eat her pussy, she’ll start to realize just what her life is going to become. Especially when she finds Escort Kaynarca out just how long I will be here.”

I spent a wonderful morning eating her pussy and nibbling her clitoris as I fondled her breasts. Several time I brought her to near boiling point and then allowing her to cool down before starting the cycle again. Her sex was permanently wet and finally she begged
me for release.

I explained that the next time I fucked her would be this afternoon, in front of Jane. I knew it would be in front of Jane because that’s where she needed to be in order to eat Jane’s pussy.

At 11am, I gave Helen her instructions for the afternoon and then dressed, collected my suitcase and went next door.

I let myself in, to be met by a whirlwind as Jane ran from the kitchen to hug and kiss me. Having emptied my suitcase and done the usual ‘sorry about the amount of dirty washing, mum’ routine, I gave her the presents I’d brought her. We sat in the living room as she told me just how happy she had been ever since Helen had move in next door.

Apparently, Helen had told Jane that she thought that she had a very nice son.
“Why don’t you go and invite her for lunch mom? We can spend the afternoon getting to know each other. I’m sure she would enjoy the company.”

“Jane thought that this was a good idea and immediately went and called on Helen. When she returned she said that Helen would be round in a couple of minutes time.

She was about to go into the kitchen to prepare lunch until I stopped her and asked her to sit down until Helen arrived.

Helen knocked and I went to open the door and as we entered the living room, I said that in future she had no need to knock.

Helen stood before Jane and said:

Jane, I am so sorry about this, it was Tony’s instruction and I have to do it or we will both be in trouble, as you will soon learn. She undid the five buttons on her dress and let it drop to the floor. There stood 5ft10in of glorious, naked, woman hood.

Before Jane could react, I showed her the pictures I had printed.

“What Helen was going to say is that if either you, or she, refuse to do exactly what I tell you to do, I will send these pictures and many others, to both your heads of departments. Do not make the mistake of thinking that I won’t do it, because you will be wrong.”

“From now on I am your master and don’t forget it for a moment.”

“Tony, how dare you treat me like this? I….”

“You and Helen were having sex when I arrived, so don’t get huffy with me. I’m just taking advantage of the situation, and what I want from you is obedience. Obey me and life will, I promise, be fun. Otherwise it will be hell.”

“Helen, strip her.”

She struggled as Helen pulled her from the chair and began removing her dress, she cried and she pleaded for Helen not to do it, but it was done and I didn’t need to give Helen any more instructions. She stripped Jane and then put her on her back on the table and spread her legs.

“Please Jane, Don’t fight me. We have to do as he says and he wants me to eat your pussy while he fucks me. He says that he’s not going to fuck you at all, he wants to watch us have sex, but he will only fuck me.

Jane struggled, she swore, she wriggled, but slowly the struggles grew less as Helens tongue and fingers worked their magic on Jane’s body.

Once Jane had become more aroused than angry I stripped and fucked Helen as she brought Jane to a climax, Jane slid off the table and sat in a chair while I kept fucking Helen. The moment Helen had her moment of release I told her to kneel and then presented my cum covered cock to her mouth.

t took me a month of intense sexual demands on Helen, sometimes painful, often demeaning and humiliating, before the two of them understood that they were mine to do with as I pleased. Once that lesson was learned, I stopped their torment and allowed them to dress as they pleased

Life is sweet. I get the sex I want, whenever I want with Helen. I have gone further than I had intended with Jane in that I make her masturbate and felate me, but I have not and will not fuck her, although I do indulged in oral sex with her .

I’m sure she wouldn’t want me to fuck her and I wouldn’t enjoy doing it.

I have been surprised that occasionally, they ask me to perform for their enjoyment.

They don’t know that the pictures and video clips no longer exist.

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Part 5:  Things Get A Little More ComplicatedWe reconvened in the drawing room.  The atmosphere was extremely heavy; no one spoke.  I guess that no one wanted to be the one that started a mass brawl.  Carter arrived pushing the cutest-looking little trolley before him.  A coffee machine, mugs, creamer, sugar, and some cookies were placed on it.  He found a power outlet and set the coffee brewing.  Carter then sat next to my mother, which came as no surprise to me.“O.K,” I started, to bring everyone’s attention to me, trying to be a calming and rational influence while emotions were still running so high. “Firstly, Mother,”  I turned to face my mother.  I couldn’t read her mood, although I guessed that she was fuming underneath her inscrutable face. “Mom, this isn’t Dad, this is Hamish, his twin brother.”  Mom moved to speak, but I stopped her with a raised hand, a trick I’d picked up from Hamish during our first meeting. “Before you continue, I must tell you something that you may find hard to hear,”  I steeled myself for what I was about to say.  “The reason that we didn’t hear anything from dad after he left us was that he was unfortunately killed about a year after you split up.  It was a home invasion that went wrong.  His entire family was slaughtered.”I watched my mother.  She didn’t move, didn’t speak but I saw the tears start to fall from her eyes unashamedly.  I wanted to hold her close, to let her know she wasn’t alone, but I had other duties to attend to.  Thankfully, Carter, being as sharp as ever had read my face, and placed a comforting arm around my mother’s shoulders. “We can talk about this more tomorrow, mom.  I know you’ll have questions.”“Hamish,”  I had turned to face Becky’s father.  His face was still like thunder cloud and his eyes were smouldering like coals under hooded eyes. “My sincere apologies for making you assume that I had hurt Becky in some way.  While it is true, we were disagreeing, I assure you that I would never knowingly cause Becky harm, in any way.”  I paused, watching his face soften a little.  That’s progress I thought, relieved. “All I will say is that Becky has confided in me something which conflicted with my sense of morals.  If she decides to confide in you also, that is Becky’s business.  I will not interfere with that,”  I took another deep breath.  “Again, my sincere apologies for any misunderstanding I have inadvertently caused, and I harbour no ill feelings for you defending your daughter, just as I would defend her.”Carter rose, noticing that the coffee had brewed and moved to pour the drinks for us all.“Becky,”  I looked at her.  The poor thing hadn’t looked up from the floor since we’d all taken our seats in the drawing room. “All I am going to say in this gathering is that I both understand what you have said to me, and I apologise for jumping to conclusions before you had finished speaking.  I am truly sorry.”  I paused.  The mood in the room seemed to be a lot lighter now that calm explanations had been issued, and apologies offered. “If you want to talk about this more with me, I will listen to you, this time without jumping to conclusions or presuming to know your motivations.”Becky lifted her head so her gaze could meet mine.  My eyes were full of hope that she’d accepted my apology.  I wasn’t to be disappointed.  Her beautiful green eyes, while still brimming with tears, had regained their customary sparkle.  She even managed to smile at me crookedly before nodding her head up and down in agreement.I retrieved my coffee and took a long draught from the mug.  I usually drink it black, but with sugar.  I decided that I needed a kick at this moment and forewent the sweetening of the drink.  The bitterness was exactly what I needed at that moment.  It tasted wonderful.“Hamish, thank you for letting me explain and allowing me to apologise to all that needed it.  I’m going to my room now.  Please, would you all excuse me?  I need to be alone for a while.” I left the drawing room with no thoughts other than the recent events.  I was tired and I needed to sleep.  I needed an undisturbed night, so instead of turning left at the top of the stairs and heading to ‘our’ room; I turned right and went to what was ‘my’ room.—I showered and then tried to watch T.V.  I found I was aimlessly channel surfing, with nothing grabbing my attention for more than a few seconds.  Understandably, I was a little preoccupied with the evening’s events.  I kept mulling them over in my mind.  I kept stalling on the statement that had kicked this all off… ‘Oli!  I SAID NO!’  The pain in Becky’s voice was undeniable. I shut the TV off and lay on the bed, just my sweatpants on.  With the room now in almost total darkness thanks to the floor-length blackout curtains, the only light source was the little red stand-by LED on the TV recessed into the wall and very quiet, due to the additional soundproofing that Hamish told me he’d had installed, I was asleep in moments.  I just wish I could say it had been a restful sleep.I was haunted by various dreams, no, nightmares.  They were just horrid fantasies.  Some were of heartbreak in various forms, all of which, perhaps unsurprisingly were of Becky and Sophie being busted in most of the places where I had made love to Becky. Others were of Becky saying that she DID want to go through with their pact, and I would just have to live with it or get out.  All of them ended in me being single and back in the halls of residence.The other dreams I was experiencing were even more unsettling to me.  They started in a similar vein, with Becky and Sophie being caught in a tryst of torrid lesbian fucking.  In these dreams, I didn’t get mad.  I got revenge.  I am not a vengeful person by any measure.  So was quite shocked at myself, well, more accurately, my subconscious, I guess? I would post the various pictures that Becky had used to seduce me all over my social media, with various hashtags consequently, ruining her good reputation at Yale. Disturbing, certainly!  But that wasn’t the pièce de résistance. No.  The crowing horror of this nightmare was me packing all my stuff into my suitcase in a big show of leaving, everyone was there. Hamish and Simone, Carter, my mother (now Mrs Carter, for some reason…), Becky and Sophie, all stood on the landing outside their respective doors.  I stormed off towards the stairs, but instead of turning right and descending to the front door and my future freedom, I made a beeline for Simone and Hamish and took Simone up in a passionate embrace – never taking my eyes off Becky and taking great delight in seeing her break down sobbing in Sophie’s arms.  Fucked up, right?I have no idea what time it was when Dikmen Escort I woke.  I was still above the covers and found I was slick with a thin film of sweat.  I rolled over so I could head to the bathroom and grab a shower, but instead found myself rolling on top of a person-shaped obstacle in the bed.  I was stunned.  How had I not noticed someone climb into bed with me?  Then I recalled all the nights I’d fallen asleep waiting for Becky to return from her favourite night-time jog, blissfully unaware that she was there until she traced the muscles on my chest with a fingernail to wake me.“Shhhhhhhh,” was all the lump in my bed said, and I felt a pair of arms start to snake around my back.“Becky, is that you?” I asked.  “I meant it when I said I didn’t want to be disturbed.  I’ve got a lot of thinking…”I was cut off at the end of my sentence by soft lips touching mine and a warm, soft tongue probing my mouth tenderly.  Initially, I resisted, but the sensation was so delicious, and so damned sensual that I couldn’t help myself but return such a beautiful kiss.  Primal instincts took over and my member started to come to life by itself at the delicate touch of female lips to mine. My senses came back to me in startlingly sharp focus.  SIMONE!?  It had to be.  Becky would have respected my desire to be left alone.  Simone on the other hand would be relishing another crack at me for her body count, consequences be damned.Horrified, I broke the embrace and rolled off the unidentified body in the bed.  As I rolled over, I inadvertently brushed over a naked breast, I know this because I caught the erect nipple with my hand.  My fear was rising that Simone was in the same bed as me and was naked to boot.  All I needed was for Becky to walk in and ask Alexa to turn the light on and that would be me done, forever, no matter the actual circumstances.   Appearances are everything.My mind was still fogged by visions of nightmares and sleep generally and was playing catch-up when I realised that the breast, I’d just brushed over accidentally wasn’t Becky’s.  It wasn’t large enough.  I had a sinking feeling in my heart and the pit of my stomach did its level best to fall through the floor.  Simone!  It had to be.  I was resigned to the fact that Becky and I were now, one hundred per cent, officially over.  The shouting would come later, but it wouldn’t last long.I was so very disappointed in myself for leaving myself exposed to this sort of outcome.  I should have seen this coming a mile away, I chastised myself.  I propped myself up on one arm and dejectedly asked Alexa to turn on the lights.My eyes adjusted to the bright light.  “Who the FUCK are you?” were the first words out of my mouth.  Laying before me, completely naked was an unfamiliar blond woman, about my age.“Hiiiii.  Good afternoon, you must be Oli?”  The stranger in my bed rolled onto her side so she could offer a hand in greeting.  All I did was nod, dumbly. “It’s so nice to meet you Oli,” she said, enthusiastically pumping my hand up and down.  “Becks has told me so much about you, but she didn’t mention you were this much of a hottie though, or that you’re so, damned, ripped.” her eyes traced a line down my chest to my abdomen.  Secretly, I was pleased the definition in my abs was coming out. I’d been working on getting in better shape.“Again, who the fuck are you?”  I asked – patience now officially worn through.“Oh, RIGHT!  So, so sorry,”  The figure pointed a finger at her temple while saying at the same time “Dumb blonde.”One thing I can’t stand is self-deprecation.  The rising storm cloud that was on my face made her realise I wasn’t in the mood for being frivolous, and she settled.“I’m sorry.  Hi.  I’m Sophie.  Good afternoon, Oliver,” said the no-longer mystery woman in my bed, with a huge smile.—“Wait.  You said afternoon twice.  What time is it?”  I was about to ask Alexa the time when I heard Becky telling me that it was a little after noon.I shot off the bed, putting as much distance between the (admittedly smoking hot) blonde in my bed and me, as I could humanly manage.  I whipped my head around to find the source of the familiar voice.  There she was, sitting on the pull-out stool that nested under the vanity on my blindside. I had to do a double-take.  Becky was dressed in the same lingerie that she’d worn the first time we’d made love.  Flowing auburn locks held up in a neat bun, secured with her signature chopsticks.  Sexy black basque, lacy black panties that were so skinny, it may as well have been just a strip of ribbon and to top it off, my beloved black fishnet stockings held up with garters attached to the bottom of the basque. “Becky. I. Erm, THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!”  I protested. “You know how I feel about this kind of thing with fidelity and my dad and all.  I would never, wait.  What the hell are you wearing?”As usual, putting two and two together, and getting five.  I didn’t want to wait for the answer.  I was incandescent with fury.  I had forgiven Becky last night but asked for time to process the evening’s events and she repays me with this… bullshit?  Oh, hell no.I retrieved my hoodie from the floor where I dropped it before showering last night then flung the drapes open.  The metal curtain hoops scraped against the wrought iron curtain track, making a terrible grinding noise.  I winced at the high pitch squeal of differing metals scraping against each other.“That’s it, I’m done with this, and with you, Becky.”  I waved an accusatory finger in Becky’s direction and headed for the door.“Woah… slow your roll there Oliver,”  Becky commanded.  Like with my mother, I knew when I was in trouble if I got my full name in a conversation.  I stopped in front of the bedroom door, my shoulders heaving as I was breathing so hard.  I glowered at Becky, then at Sophie, and back to Becky.I was going to stand my ground on this one.  Usually, I would do everything to avoid conflict that I could.  This was different.  This was a betrayal of the most heinous nature, to my morals. “What Becky?”  I asked angrily. “What can you possibly say to me that could rationally explain, this?”  something in the loving look on her face made me decide that I should stick around for the explanation.  I couldn’t say what it was then, and to this day, I still can’t.“I’ve been awake all night thinking about, well, everything, Oli,”  Becky started to explain. “I’m like you in one very important respect.  I like to keep to my promises, wherever it is possible to do so,”  Her voice was level and had a marvellously soothing quality to it. “You promised yourself that you would never knowingly cheat on anyone or have a relationship Dikmen Escort Bayan with another that was already spoken for.”  I felt my breathing start to slow somewhat, listening intently to what she had to say.  I was still pissed off, of that there was no doubt, but I wasn’t going to be that guy that acted on anything other than all the facts (usually after I’d eventually calmed down).  Plus… she was making sense, damnit!“I had a text from Sophie at about one A.M. telling me that she’d caught an earlier train, was in New Haven and would grab a B&B somewhere until today.  Of course, as I was still awake, I said that I would come to get her from the station and bring her here.” I could feel my face starting to turn red again.  Becky could see my ire rising and continued quickly.“I picked her up and promptly broke down in tears.  After explaining everything that had happened last night, we concluded that it would be wrong to exclude you any further from, this.”  Becky gestured between Sophie and herself. “We’ve been awake all night, thinking of how best to do this, but nothing we thought of seemed likely to work.  We thought of a romantic French-themed dinner at the ‘Union League Café’ and decided that it would be too crowded if we created a scene if things went sideways.  The same is true of pretty much every option we thought of.”  Becky took a breath, and I was surprised when the next person to speak was Sophie.“As Becks said, nothing we thought of seemed like it was going to work until she came up with this idea.”  Sophie gestured to the room and its occupants.  I suddenly became aware of her still very naked body, and her seemingly extraordinary ability to be comfortable being nude in front of a total stranger, who, on top of everything else, was her best friend’s soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. “Becks has told me about your strong moral convictions and your iron… will.”  She giggled a little, the innuendo hadn’t been lost on me, as Sophie’s eyes fluttered down to my crotch.  To my surprise, my cock twitched a little.  ‘You’re a traitor’ I thought at my little friend. I found that I was now calm and breathing normally.  “So, we thought we’d give you a little surprise and initiate you into our private little sorority, as an honorary member, of course!”“Okay.  I’m listening,”  I was now more intrigued than angry and found myself curious about where this was going to go.“So, Oliver.  This is simple,” said Sophie as she hopped up onto her knees and shuffled to the end of the bed, her body facing Becky, but her head turned towards me. “You, Oli are a rare specimen, with true morals and a sense of chivalry when it comes to protecting your loved ones.  Quite honestly, it’s adorable and it’s so fucking hot,” she turned back to Becky.“However, Becks has an equally strong sense of loyalty to her friends and any promises she makes to those friends, having never willingly broken a promise as far as I’m aware,”  I looked at Becky, as her head was shaking.“So, what to do?” Sophie continued.  “Irresistible force meets immovable object time, right?  Well, not necessarily.  Consider an alternative option.  What if it wasn’t cheating?  What if it was consensual Oli, what about then?” Sophie looked back at me, holding my gaze without blinking.  Waiting patiently for an answer.  I realised that the ‘dumb blonde’ was anything but.  She was as intelligent and as well-reasoned as she was stunningly attractive. Becky stood and walked towards me.  I couldn’t help but once more be captivated by her unspoiled beauty and raw sensuality.  Damn, she looked amazing in that getup.  Admittedly, out of all the outfits and costumes we experimented with, her current ensemble was my favourite. As Becky approached me, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her magnificent tits heaving in her bustier.  The sight was hypnotic.  Becky stood on tiptoe to kind of equal my height and gently pushed her lips to mine.  Just like our first kiss.  It was very delicate and almost chaste.  Just a hint of what could be.After a moment, Becky broke off the kiss and looked deep into my eyes, deep into my soul.“Oli, I’m so very sorry for the way that I’ve handled everything so far.  I do love you, far more deeply than I ever thought I could love someone.  That will never change unless you wish it so.”  She paused.  Considering her next words extremely carefully.My mouth was suddenly extremely dry.  How on Earth could I be angry at her?  She was gorgeous!“I also want, no, want is the wrong word.  I NEED to keep my promise to Sophie.  But clearly, that can’t happen due to your issue with fidelity.  So I am saying this now, strictly for you, Sophie, and myself.” Where the hell was this going?  I wondered, suddenly terrified that I was being dumped.“Oliver Johnson.  Sophie and I would very much like it if you would join us to make a ménage à trois, or a throuple.  I hereby give you my consent in perpetuity, for any extra-relationship encounters with Sophie, either together or separately, if they are pre-approved and agreeable to ALL.”  I was dumbfounded.“The only proviso is, that you will extend me the same courtesy.  This agreement will strictly be between us.  A closed triad, meaning that we will all be exclusive with each other.  No one outside of the three of us would be intimate with any of the others,” her words hung heavily in the air. Sophie added to the explanation as if sensing that I was way out of my depth in this new landscape.“It’s not polyamory either.  That is where a throuple or even a quad is in relationships in their group, but also seek gratification from outside the family unit.”Was I still dreaming?  Was my subconscious playing a deliciously crafted prank on my poor, battered psyche and was just about to pop the bubble with a thumb tack?“Whaddya say, hotshot,” asked Sophie, playfully, almost expectantly.  “You want a crack at this?” When I turned to look at Sophie, she was playfully pulling on her nipples and eyeing my boxers hungrily.  My cock was going to take no for an answer no longer, and I felt it beginning to stir in my sweat under her gaze.  Sophie licked her lips unconsciously at the sight.I looked back to Becky.  I searched her green eyes for subterfuge but found none.  It had been ages since my paranoid fantasies about being punked by the student body had crippled me with girls emotionally, and if I’m honest, the thought did flash through my mind.The other thought that raced through my mind was my id screaming at me ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MORON?  Two beautiful bi-sexual women in your room ASKING you to join them, and your dick is limp?  You’re a fucking embarrassment!’“I don’t see that I’m Escort Dikmen going to change my mind, Becky.  No offence Sophie, you are stunning, please don’t think it’s that I’m not attracted by you, I am!  But the whole threesome thing is just one step away from full-on cheating.” Becky was the one to make a positive argument to my negative.  The perfect yin to my yang.“Instead of thinking about this as a negative, look at the positives of being in a throuple with both of us!  Think of all the fun we could have together!”  Becky’s impassioned pleas did make some sense to me, but that little angel on my shoulder was winning the battle against his devil counterpart on the other.I think Becky was missing the point I was trying to make.  This wasn’t just about sex for me, this was about love and commitment.  To our relationship and one another.  Up until last night, my most frequently recurring dream had been growing old with Becky somewhere.  That dream was now a seemingly distant memory.I mulled my options carefully.  Could I seriously see myself in a relationship with two women simultaneously without shattering my sense of morals?  I didn’t think I could.  But then there was Becky and her happiness to consider.  I desperately wanted to please her, in every aspect of our life together.  She stood before me in an outfit that she knew was my favourite and guaranteed to have me eating out of her palm. Again, more psychobabble nonsense – the power of suggestion, I thought, looking over Becky’s amazing figure once more.  Outright permitting me to fuck her best friend, at the same time as her.  I tried to look at this from Becky’s perspective but kept coming back to the same damned argument.  Cheating by proxy is still cheating.  I needed counsel from someone I trusted more than anyone else.  I needed my mom.“Can I have a while to think about this, Becky?  This is a big step, and I must be certain it’s the right move for everyone,”  The look of disappointment on Becky’s face was heartbreaking. “Just promise me one thing Becky?” I asked, somberly.“Anything baby.  I so want this to work between all of us,”  I could tell that her answer was sincere.“Don’t do anything together, until I’ve given you my decision, please?”  I stared into Becky’s green eyes.  She fixed me with a gaze that assured me she was going to do as I asked.“Ok, Oli.  Anything at all.  I love you so much,”  She gave me a short, but fiercely strong hug and went to retrieve her clothing from the vanity.  I noticed that Sophie’s clothes were also there, neatly folded up next to Becky’s.I made my exit and commenced my search for my mother.  I started by knocking on the door to her room on the opposite side of the hallway.  There was no reply.  I guessed that she may be in the kitchen, trying to reel in Carter.I was lost in thought and moving on autopilot as I navigated the staircase.  I was oblivious to the fact that tears were streaming down my face.  I continued into the kitchen and sat down heavily at the table.  Mom and Carter were nowhere to be seen.  I didn’t fancy hunting the house for them, so I sent mom a quick text, asking her to call me when she could.  I then called for an Uber and made my way into town.—My usual distractions were doing nothing to calm my tailspin.  I went to my favourite coffee shop and ordered a grande americano with a shot of amaretto, took a seat in the window and watched the world pass me by.  All the while, my ego and my id were battling each other fiercely.  I decided that I needed to do my due diligence and learn more about throuples.  I didn’t want to go into anything half-cocked if you’ll pardon the pun. Of course, I’d heard the term, and seen many videos on the subject.  It was only now that I fully understood why Becky was so into watching porn with me.  For me, porn used to be an outlet for certain, needs.  Just a tool.  More recently, watching it with Becky, became a source of inspiration for many of the various naughty fantasies that we both held and then thoroughly enjoyed acting out with one another.So, when Becky confessed to me early on in our time together that she too, both not only enjoyed watching porn but frequently masturbated to it with an array of vibrators that she owned, I was a little shocked.  Horny as fuck, but surprised, nonetheless.   Now though, I knew it wasn’t just the men she was fantasizing about. It was especially hot if there was a threesome featured, with two women and a ‘hung stud’ as she called them.  Naturally, this gave me some cause for alarm.  Was Becky unhappy with the size of my cock?  She’d never voiced any problems with it, and it always felt like it was filling her pussy up nicely.I returned to the matter foremost in my mind.  Throuples.  I called up the term on google and was assaulted by a veritable cornucopia of meanings, and definitions when my eye was drawn to an article entitled ’10 FAQs about being in a throuple’ I clicked the link and started reading avidly.I was so engrossed in the read that I hadn’t noticed that my mom and Carter had come into the same coffee shop and seen me sitting in the window, engrossed in my phone’s screen.“Oli?”  Nothing… I was so far down the rabbit hole that when mom reached out to touch my shoulder, I damned near jumped over the table.“Jesus, mom!  I’m sorry – I was somewhere else, researching something,”  I trailed off, not finishing the sentence.Mom plonked herself down opposite me and asked Carter to fetch coffees for them both before asking if I would stay to join them.“Do y’all want another?”  she asked, questioningly.   Looking over at my now cold and half-empty mug, I don’t remember drinking any of it.  ‘How long had I been here?’ I wondered to myself.“Yeah, sure mom, thanks,”  I nodded towards Carter, who knew my order by heart, then I looked at my mother, knowing that I could tell her anything and she’d listen impartially.  Nothing phased her or gave her the ick.  So, why was I having a hard time bringing myself to be open about my problem?  It wasn’t being in a public space.  The noise of conversation in the space was blending into white noise, no one could hear anyone else’s conversation without paying close attention, so fear of being overheard wasn’t the issue. Deep down, I knew it was because I was dealing with some strong feelings about infidelity and abandonment.  Two things that I had, until the other night, not talked about with my mom.  She reached out a hand and placed it over mine, reassuring me. “Now y’all know you can tell me anythin’ darlin’.  You’ll not upset me.  I can see you’re all cattywampus about somethin’ eatin’ at ya.”I realised that I’d not told them where I was. “How’d you find me?”  I asked, trying to avoid the real issue.“Silly!  Y’all checked in on Facebook.”  Mom giggled.  I loved that sound, it made me indescribably happy to hear it, especially if I was struggling with something.Carter returned with drinks and some cookies.  Setting them down.

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