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I have heard it said that a group of girls on a hen week are far worse than a gang of blokes on a stag trip. And judging by what some of our party got up to during our week there I could see they had a valid point.

Albufeira was great and I could see why Matt had such a good time there. But I was ready to come home by the time the week was up. I must be getting old because I didn’t feel like partying all day AND all night anymore. Married life had changed me, or so I was told as I was ribbed mercilessly by some of our group when one night I told them I was too tired to go out and just wanted my bed.

On our return Matt picked us up from the airport. It was another really late flight, or really early depending on your point of view. He looked absolutely knackered, which I put down to the lateness of the hour. Luckily he would have the weekend to recover although I was feeling extremely horny. I’d not had sex for a week. Well maybe that’s not quite true. My problem was, did I confess my little lapse of fidelity to Matt?

I finally confessed all after we’d had a good nights sleep and then had mind blowing sex the following morning that had lasted a good hour or more. We were cuddling together, arm in arm when Matt got around to asking THAT question.

“So … did you have a good time? Get up to anything? Anything you want to tell me?”

He knows me so well. I could feel myself getting hotter. I was sure I was blushing bright red.

“Come on Lauren, you can tell me. Something happened didn’t it? I promise I won’t be mad. Besides, I have something to tell you anyway.”

“What?” I said.

“You first,” he replied with a smile. We both sat up and turned to face one another, sitting cross legged on the bed.

“Okay. It was our next to last full day and the bride to be had control of the days events. So we hit the local beach, went paragliding, swimming and of course sunbathed. Then we hit the beach bar. It was somewhere we’d been before so the guys behind the bar already knew us.

“I was okay when I was drinking Sagres but then Sadie, decided we should go onto cocktails. Now you know I’m not keen to mix lager and spirits but she got the guy behind the bar to mix me up some gin based drinks.”

I could see Matt grimace as I revealed this nugget of information. Gin makes me incredibly horny.

“Anyway, you know how it is. We carried on drinking and the time passed and we had a few more drinks and then Sadie wanted to go back sunbathing again. So we all trooped off to find the sun loungers. I went to the loo first so by the time I got there every sun lounger had been taken. So I sat down on my beach towel on the sand, which was really uncomfortable and incredibly hot.

I put up with the discomfort for about five minutes before I said I couldn’t sit like that any longer. So Sadie told me to go get another sun lounger. The problem was, the place nearest to us that hired them out was closed for some reason. I went to the bar to ask if there was another one to be told, yes but it was some distance away. I almost didn’t go. ‘What am I going to say to the man when I get there’ I said. Sadie started laughing. ‘Just ask him for a sun lounger’ she said. So I said, ‘what if he doesn’t speak English?’ She said they all do. ‘But what if he doesn’t?’ I guess I was panicking for no reason. Sadie laughed again and then said, ‘just say this to him. Se você me der uma espreguiçadeira você pode me foder na bunda’.”

“I didn’t know Sadie knew Portuguese?” Matt said, interrupting me.

“No, neither did I. But I think she said her parents have a place somewhere in Portugal and she’s gone there a lot over the years so she must have picked the lingo up. Anyway she had to tell me the phrase a few times before I got the hang of it. Then off I went. It was actually a long way away from where we were sitting. I seemed to be walking for ages but as I went I kept mumbling the words over and over to myself. ‘Se você me der uma espreguiçadeira você pode me foder na bunda’.

“Anyway when I got to the place I realised it was more of a small warehouse just off the beach although they did have a hut in front of it on the sand. But I noticed there were no sun loungers outside, just a couple of beach umbrellas laying on the sand. I wasn’t sure if this was the right place but as I approached the hut a man came out to greet me. He smiled when he saw me and I realised that I was only wearing my bikini. I’d left my beach sarong behind. He was very scruffy looking and had about a weeks worth of stubble on his face. His clothes were dirty too. I suddenly felt naked as he ran his eyes over my body.”

“Well you were naked … almost. Your bikini couldn’t exactly be classed as am item of clothing, especially the bottoms,” Matt said before he paused briefly. He was right of course. When you’ve got an arse the size and shape mine is, small bikini briefs don’t cover an awful lot of flesh.

“Were you turned on?” he then asked with a slight crack in his voice. My god … was my story getting to him? escort ataşehir I glanced down and saw his cock was now semi erect. And visibly growing by the second.

“Not really … maybe. I don’t know. Anyway I was slightly unsettled by the way he was leering at me so instead of asking if he spoke English I just blurted out the phrase Sadie had taught me. ‘Se você me der uma espreguiçadeira você pode me foder na bunda’.

“The man looked at me strangely. I thought he hadn’t understood me so I said it again. ‘Se você me der uma espreguiçadeira você pode me foder na bunda’.

“‘Sim’, he replied, with a broad grin. I know ‘Sim’ means yes, so I smiled at him but then he grabbed hold of my hand and walked me off the beach and into the warehouse. I was okay with this, in fact I was feeling quite smug with myself thinking that I had conversed with a native and he understood me. Who says we Brits are lazy about speaking other languages.

“I wasn’t so certain though when he took me into a back office, locked the door and lowered the blinds. ‘What are you doing’ I asked him. He just grinned back at me and dropped his trousers.”

“Was he big?” Matt asked, his breathing now quite raspy.

“Oh yes, well mainly it was fat rather than long. But it sure was erect.”

“So what did you do? Did you leave?”

“I couldn’t, he’d locked the door remember. Besides he had his hands on my arse in a flash and was soon groping and pulling at my cheeks for all he was worth. And you know what that does to me. I was so turned on. And then he slid his hand down into the crack between my bum cheeks and prised my bikini bottoms out the way and stuck his fingers inside my pussy. I think I came when he did that. It was so wrong, so dirty but so arousing.”

“My god …” Matt exhaled loudly. I looked down at his cock. It was now stiff and engorged and I knew he was trying hard not to fuck me there and then because he wanted to hear the end of my confession.

“Then what …”

“Oh Matt, I’m so ashamed. I let him bend me over and slide my bikini bottoms down. I was holding onto my legs as I pushed my arse up for him. He slavered all over my bum and pussy as he licked me mercilessly, which just turned me on more. And then he stuck it in my bum. It hurt like hell because he wasn’t being gentle but after a few minutes it wasn’t so bad. He fucked me for about another five minutes or so before he came.”

“How many times did you cum?”

“I don’t know … maybe two or three?”

“Did you like it?”

“What do you think? Not at first but then … yes. Matt I’m so sorry. You married a slut. I don’t know what to say …”

I didn’t get to say anything else as he pushed me down onto my back, prised my legs apart and with one thrust buried his hard cock deep inside my pulsating pussy.

“Ohhhh Matt … I love you so much,” I moaned as he proceeded to fuck me hard. My legs coiled around his waist as I thrust my hips up to meet him as he hammered away. It wasn’t long before he spun me around and coaxed me up onto my hands and knees. I bent lower as I knew what he wanted. His cock came out my pussy with a slurping sound but was soon pressing up against my sphincter in a nano second. He pushed. I moaned and groaned and then he was in.

Ten minutes later and I was impressed. This was the longest he’d gone in my arse. Usually it was so tight that it brought him off within a minute or so. But not this morning. He was a stud as he reclaimed my arse as his own and gave me multiple orgasms. He eventually exploded and we collapsed simultaneously onto the bed.

After our panting had subsided Matt eventually spoke. “So what happened when you went back to the girls? Did you tell them what had happened?”

“No of course not. Sadie was laughing so hard when she asked me if I’d asked for my sun lounger using the phrase she’d given me. I smelled a rat so said no, I hadn’t used it. Just as well she said, it means if you give me a lounger you can fuck me in the arse. All the girls started screaming with laughter. I laughed too but I was a bit sore when I sat down.”

I paused to look into Matt’s eyes. “You’re not angry are you. You’re not going to divorce me, are you?”

He smiled and kissed me. “No, of course not. I love you, you know that.”

“My god we’re so totally fucked up, aren’t we,” I said, as I shook my head.

“Yes we are,” he replied, “more than you know.”

It wasn’t until later that I thought that was a strange thing to say. And then I also realised that he hadn’t revealed what he said he had to tell me.

* * * * *

“So, what do you think, should I take the job or not? ” Matt looked across at me. I was sitting opposite him with my mouth wide open. I wasn’t sure if he would think I was genuinely interested in what he’d just told me or if he thought I was taking the piss. But I was genuinely gob-smacked.

Matt had just sat me down to tell me he’d been head hunted for another job. He’d been doing really well recently for his current employers kadıköy escort bayan and that success apparently had not gone unnoticed by their competitors.

“But you don’t like what you do,” I finally replied, “you don’t like the housing market. You’re always going on about getting out and doing something else.”

“Yes, I know but it’s a decent base salary plus a seriously large increase in commission. A few months of that and we’ll be on easy street, ” he ended with a pronounced flourish.

I puffed out my cheeks and exhaled. “Well if you put it like that then I don’t see how you can refuse. You’re going to have to take it.”

“But it means moving Lauren. We won’t be able to do the commute for long, it’s too far away.”

“But I like my job, I don’t want to give it up,” I pouted.

He grinned back. “Is that so … or is it maybe Mrs Armitage you don’t want to give up?”

“Ha ha very funny … I don’t think,” I snapped back, my eyes flashing dangerously, “you know I only did that for you.”

“Yes, I know,” he replied quickly, realising I wasn’t in the best of moods when it came to Sandra. Despite her now having a new male friend she’d become a little bit too possessive recently. It wasn’t going down so well with me, which made it all the more strange that I wouldn’t leap at the chance to leave. But I genuinely did like my job.

I pondered on our situation for a while mulling over what our options could be. I didn’t particularly like our current abode. It wasn’t a patch on our last home. I still cursed our landlord for selling it out from under us. So maybe a move would be okay. And rather than two of us commuting it would be cheaper for just one of us. And I wouldn’t mind that as long as it wasn’t too far.

“Okay Matt, I’ve got a proposition for you.” I noticed him perk up a little bit.

“If you take this job, we can move. I don’t like it here anyway and it would make more sense for you to be nearer your work. However I will continue to commute back to my job. I don’t mind doing that and if I can squeeze a small pay rise out of the firm that will cover the costs of commuting that’ll be even better. I’ll have a little chat with Sandra about that. It may be that she’ll agree as she knows she’s pissed me off recently. I’ll make it clear that this will be her way of getting back into my good books. But it might mean that I have to see her more than once a week though.”

And that was the crux of my current problem with Sandra. She wanted more of me than I was prepared to give her now that I was married.

“Okay, seems fair,” Matt replied, “I’m sure I can find something to do that will occupy my time whilst you’re engaged with Sandra.”

He was grinning at me but he did seem rather pleased with my revelation. But that feeling was short-lived as Matt pulled me over to look at his computer. He’d already been looking at properties.

We spent the next hour or so looking through a variety of websites and eventually made a short-list of our favourites. We even managed to set up some viewing appointments. It was full steam ahead.

Over the next few days we made steady progress. Matt hadn’t accepted the new job yet but the deadline day for that was getting closer. We’d viewed a number of houses that we liked but the ones we’d really wanted had already been let. Our choices were now limited, plus everything seemed so much more expensive. Prices seemed to be rising daily and we were close to getting priced out of the market.

On a positive note Sandra had bowed to my demands and had secured me a pay rise. It was more than sufficient to cover my commuting costs. To procure it she’d actually wanted me for two extra days a week but we eventually negotiated that I would go out with her on a Thursday night as well as the usual Friday night although I would have to sleep over every week, not just now and again as I did presently.

And then she said that she would give me a lift home every night if I agreed to giving her a quickie after work. The offer was a godsend but I wasn’t prepared to eat her out every night. I’m not a lesbian I told her. We finally settled that she would take me home every night in return for which I would give her what she wanted on a Monday night only.

It was more than I originally wanted to give because I was worried that Matt would get a bit irritated with the amount of time I was spending with someone else. But when I told him he seemed almost pleased. Again I was a little bit unsettled with his reaction but made no comment about it.

A few days later and we were down to our last viewing. Matt had managed to fit this in between his own appointments. I’d taken the afternoon off but I had to make it up to Sandra by going back to the office after closing time later. I already knew I wouldn’t be catching up on my typing. I’d nipped home first and got changed before Matt picked me up.

When we got there to meet with the agent he told us the property had already been let. I was seething. Why had he escort bostancı not had the common courtesy to inform us of this before we’d trailed all this way out for nothing.

I was all for letting rip and telling him exactly what I thought of him but Matt was calmness personified.

“Well that’s disappointing,” he said, “it looked really good on the website. We really liked it, didn’t we Lauren?”

“Yes,” I said, glowering at the letting agent. I was pissed with him. And not only for letting us down on the property. I didn’t like the way he’d been ogling my legs and arse since we’d got there. I know they get looked at a lot and usually I don’t mind but it was the manner in which he did it. Pervert! Even though he’d tried to be discreet, it was creepy.

“Do you have anything similar?” Matt asked hopefully, “we really like the area and would take something smaller if the price was right.”

The agent hesitated for a brief moment.”Well we do have a property that’s just come back on the market. It’s not far from here and I’m pretty sure the landlord will let me show you around now. Do you want me to give him a call to see?”

“What do you think Lauren?” Matt said, turning to me, “do you want to go have a look?”

“I suppose so,” I replied tersely. I was still annoyed about missing out on this property. I’d really quite liked it.

“Okay but you’ll have to go without me. I’ve got a pressing appointment that I can’t get out of.”

“Matt,” I whinged.

“It’s a big commission,” he said as by way of his response to my glowering look.

I noticed the agent swallow hard as he listened in on our conversation. And then he licked his lips as his piggy eyes roamed over my body and in particular my legs and arse. I was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans with a really stupid high heel shoe. My bum looked big in these jeans even to me but it sure was shapely. However I was now regretting my choice of clothes.

The agent licked his lips again. He was dressed well but was a bit on the pudgy side and he’d slicked back his thinning hair, which didn’t help his appearance one little bit. He was smarmy and it was creeping me out the way he looked at me when he talked.

The agent saw my indecision and was on the phone in a flash making a call. He turned away from us to talk as Matt avoided my look of disgust.

“I can take you now,” the agent said as he turned back to face us. He gave me a leering look, “I have to warn you that the property does need some work but the landlord says he will fix the place up before you move in.”

“Matt …?”

“I have to warn you that any delay will cost you,” the agent interrupted me, “once it becomes known that the property is back on the market, demand will be high. It’s in a really nice location.”

“Okay,” Matt replied, “so what’s the deal? When we looked on your website a few days ago there was a property on Western Close that was showing as recently let. Is that the one and if so why has it come back onto the market so soon?”

The agent again looked uncomfortable and coughed nervously before he answered. “Yes indeed it is and the tenants changed their minds just after they moved in.”

“Oh, our good fortune then,” Matt said with a grin. I saw the look on the agents face. He obviously didn’t think so.

“Babe, you have to go and look at it,” Matt said. He saw my reluctance and gave me that sad puppy-dog eyes look. “I really have to go and you know we can’t afford to miss this opportunity.”

I looked at him, knowing he was right. Out the corner of my eye I could see the agent looking smug.

“Are you ready to go Mrs Stephens?” he said as he walked over to us. “My car’s parked over there.” He waved his hand in the general direction of where he was parked. We’d parked some distance away in the other direction.

“See you later babe,” Matt said as he kissed me, “and make sure if you like the house that we get first refusal on it.” And then he winked at me. Bastard! He knew the agent was into me.

Matt left and the agent, Mr Dempsey, ushered me off towards his car. He let me walk in front of him, which I knew just gave him the opportunity to ogle my arse. Dirty sod!

But I couldn’t help myself. Mindful of Matt’s words I decided to give Mr Dempsey a show and started to put on an extra sway to my hips as I strutted along. And I knew my high heels would further enhance the jiggle of my bum cheeks.

We got to his car. He seemed a bit flushed as he opened the door for me. I was wearing one of those tight, clingy tops with loads of little buttons down the front and I’d left quite a few of them undone so he got an eyeful of my cleavage as I bent down to get in. As I’ve mentioned previously, my breasts aren’t massive, they’re just a regulation C cup but still perky enough. Mr Dempsey seemed to like them though judging by how red his face had become.

We drove to the property, Mr Dempsey shooting looks at my tits and legs from time to time. I confess I didn’t help matters as I kept crossing and uncrossing my slender legs. I also managed to hold my arms in such a way as to squeeze my boobs together, which gave me an incredible cleavage. I shot Mr Dempsey a quick look. He seemed to have beads of sweat on his forehead. I allowed myself a malicious grin.

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Martha: Don’t you think she’s too big to play Little Bo Peep?

Henry: I like big gals besides she’s perfect for the part.

Little Bo Peep was out in the meadow watching her sheep.

Martha: There stuffed.

Henry: Yeah well we couldn’t afford real sheep and it might not be a good idea to have them around the studio.

Martha: Why?

Henry: You’ve heard the expression fucking the dog.

Connie was a sexy blonde with big knockers, she was wearing a white and blue bonnet with a matching dress with lots of petticoats.

Holding a shepherds cane she looked like Little Bo Peep with cleavage.

Henry: Lets do an upskirt shot. Oh yeah that’s it. The camera looked right up her dress. Connie was wearing a pair of light brown seamed nylons with white garters and pink panties with white lace trimmed ankle socks and black strap shoes.

Connie: Little Boy Blue let me blow your horn the sheep are in the meadow and we need some porn. Rick was wearing a little boy blue outfit. Together they went over to the pleasure grove.

Martha: Is that grove or groove?

There was a canopy bed set up under a shady tree.

Connie: What about my sheep? Rick: They can wait you look like more fun. Rick pulled her escort ataşehir down on the soft feather bed. Martha entered the set dolled up as Mother Goose.

Martha: Well if it isn’t Big Bo Peep and Little Boy Blue Balls, mind if I watch?

Connie: You could watch my sheep.

Martha: Fuck your sheep there stuffed just like your cunts gonna be when Rick gets done with it. Connie was giving Rick a blow job.

Martha: That’s not how you do it here let me show you. Connie watched as Martha went down on his big hard cock. She went all the way down and got it all wet.

Connie: Hey this is my show. Rick pulled up her dress and petticoats and then pulled her panties down. They were dangling around one ankle as he started licking her pussy. Martha watched for awhile and then showed him how it should be done. Now watch, when you lick a womans cunt hold it open and lick it up and down like this. Connie moaned as Martha licked her pussy.

Martha: Get her nice and wet and push your tongue as far in as you can see how she responds. Rick went down on her again licking her pussy slit and sucking on her protruding clit.

Martha: There I think she’s wet enough, are you ready for some cock baby? Connie just rocked kadıköy escort bayan her hips forward. Rick moved in between her open legs. Martha gave him a quick knob job and got his cock wet. Connie looked up at him as he rubbed his cock head in her wet pussy lips.

Martha: Now slip into her cunt, that’s it all the way in, now fuck her. Rick held her legs and pushed his cock balls deep and then started fucking her with a steady rythmic motion.

Martha: Cut let’s take a break.

Connie: What we can’t quit now.

Martha: We can take up right where we left off. Around a table at Misty’s Malt Shop they talked about the new video.

Henry: We can call it Nasty Nursery ryhmes. Connie was enjoying her milk shake.

Martha: We need to have a bang up ending for this one. Rick: Where do I cum?

Connie: You can cum on my tits.

Martha: No we need somthing different.

Connie: You can cum all over my face.

Henry: Too standard that’s what everybody does.

Connie: You can cum in my mouth.

Martha: That’s better but we need somthing nasty.

Connie: What’s naster than that?

Martha: A creampie.

Connie: You mean let him cum in my cunt?

Martha: Yeah escort bostancı that would be a perfect ending.

Henry: What do you think Rick? Rick: Sounds good.

Connie: Gee I don’t know I’ve never done an internal cum shot before.

Martha: You’ll like it we’ll have the camera zoom in real slow so we can watch it ooze out. Connie finished her milkshake, well ok I quess I’ll try it.

Henry: Great let’s get back to the studio.

Martha: And action. Rick was holding her hips as he fucked her. Connie was moaning and pushing her pubus up to meet his.

Connie: Fuck me fuck me, oh yeah harder I’m gonna cum. Rick watched as his cock slipped in and out of her wet pussy folds, she looked so sexy with her petti coats and dress hiked up around her waist. He kept fucking her with a steady motion and then felt his orgasm starting, I’m gonna cum.

Connie: Cum baby cum inside me, fill me with cream. Rick moaned as he pushed all the way in and let go. Connie wrapped her legs around the back of his and felt him shooting his hot load deep inside her. Rick waited until he was drained and then slowly pulled out. Connie sat up on the bed and held her petti coats out of the way. The camera moved in for a perfect close up of her wet cunt. Connie squeezed her pussy lips and the held them open as Rick’s thick white cum flowed out of her, she kept pushing until she got most of it out then she played with her pussy and made even more ooze out.

Martha: That’s a wrap, nice creampie Connie.

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There is nothing like a “good morning” fuck.

I climbed off Billy and put on my panties before heading off to the kitchen to make breakfast. I didn’t want his cum running down my legs.

There was knocking at the kitchen door. Seeing it was Debie I didn’t bother to get a shirt. She’s seen my tits before.

“Nice look,” she said.

Just then Billy came in and grabbed a piece of toast. “Hi, Mrs. Allen. You’re looking good. Sorry I can’t stay and chit chat but I’m late for work. You ladies have fun.”

Billy was already heading out the door when Debie yelled after him, “Stop calling me Mrs. Allen.”

“Let me go put some shorts on and we can go for a walk,” I told her.

“You might want to put a shirt on, too,” Debie said.

“Do you have the thong I loaned you the other day?” Debie asked when I sat down to put on my sneakers.

“Sure, it’s over there on the side table,” I said pointing.

“I want to wear it on our walk again. This time, though, I’m going to embrace the wedgie instead of fighting it.” She took off her old lady panties and put on the thong pulling it up tight between her labia and ass cheeks.

After walking a couple blocks Debie said, “The thong is rubbing against my clitoris every step I take. It’s making me horny.”

Before too long Debie had to stop and hold on to me while an orgasm washed over her.

When we got back from our walk we sat on the porch enjoying a cool breeze. The gin & tonic’s were just the thing after our morning walk.

“I can’t believe I actually came while just walking around the neighborhood,” Debie said. “If I wore it grocery shopping do you think I’d have an orgasm walking down the frozen food ataşehir escort bayan aisle?”

Debie had a wistful look.

“Let’s go get a shower,” she said. “You can wash my back for me.”

Debie stood in the shower leaning forward a little against the wall as I ran my soapy hands up and down her back. She spread her legs a little when I reached her ass.

Sliding my soapy hand down her crack I couldn’t help but push a finger in her ass. I pushed it in as far as I could, pulled it out a bit and added a second finger. I was soon reaming her asshole.

She tensed a little but didn’t stop me. “Have you ever taken a cock in the ass?” I asked.

“My ex asshole husband used to poke me once in a while but I wouldn’t let him.”

“I think everyone should try it at least once,” I said. “Billy ass fucks me and even lets me use my dildo to bugger him.”

I pulled my fingers out of her ass and told her to turn around so I could wash her front. I washed and rinsed her breasts, several times, to make sure they were clean.

Debie stood there in the shower leaning back against the wall while I cleaned every part of her pussy paying special attention to her clitoris. Water streamed all over us as I licked and ate her pussy.

It wasn’t long before she tensed up and climaxed. “Oh, god,” she said. “I can’t believe I never let my ex do that to me.”

“You mean you never let him eat you?”

“He tried several times but I grew up believing “missionary” was the gospel. He’d suck on my tits occasionally, but that’s as nasty as I’d let him get.”

I looked at her sadly and said, “You poor poor girl!”

—

Our morning walks had gotten escort kadıköy to be a regular thing. This morning Billy’s sister, Jenn, joined us.

We were sitting on the porch cooling down after our walk when Debie told Jenn how she used to look out her bedroom window and masturbate while watching her and Billy fuck in the swimming pool.

Jenn laughed, “We knew you were watching.”

Debie said, “I’m such a prude. I’ve never fucked any way other than missionary. I’ve never fucked while on top. I’ve never fucked doggy style. I’ve never been fucked in the ass. I’ve never even given a blow job.

Jenn couldn’t hold back. “Christ, Mrs. Allen. I want to take you back to my place and lock you in my bedroom until you’ve had a chance to do everything. If it’s okay with Robyn we can get Billy to provide the cock. Trust me, he’s good. And I even know someone with a fucking machine I can borrow.”

“What’s a fucking machine?” Debie asked.

We all laughed.

Jenn said, “It’s hot out here. Let’s go for a swim.”

Jenn and I went inside to change while Debie went to her house to get a swimsuit.

I had on one of my tiny bikinis and Jenn was wearing her “Bay Watch” suit. I couldn’t take my eyes off her camel-toe.

When Debie came back I took one look and blurted out, “Christ, Debie, what the fuck is that you’re wearing?”

It was a mustard yellow two-piece swimsuit. The bottom was so big it covered her belly button and the top came all the way up to her collar bones leaving no cleavage showing.

I grabbed her hand and dragged her back to my bedroom. “Come with me, you can borrow one of my swimsuits.”

I found my “electric blue” bikini bostancı escort and tossed it to her. It was mostly “string” and barely covered her snatch, ass-crack and nipples.

“You look stunning,” I said.

She walked up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth while I pulled at the strings on the bikini. The bottom fell to the floor and I pushed her back on the bed and went down on her.

When we got back to the pool Jenn asked, “What happened to you two?”

Smiling, I told her we were just making sure the bikini fit properly.

Billy came home just then. When he saw Debie and me in our skimpy bikinis and Jenn in her red one-piece I could see his boner.

Jenn gave his cock a squeeze and said, “Go put a suit on, Billy, and join us.”

“I can’t,” said Billy. “I have to get back to work. I only came home to get a quick bite to eat.”

I followed him into the kitchen. A hard-on is a terrible thing to waste.

When he went to the fridge I pulled off my bikini bottom and jumped up on the kitchen counter. “I have some lunch for you,” I said. “Which is it, a boloney sandwich or a pussy sandwich?”

Billy took one look at me sitting on the counter with my legs spread. He scooped some mayonnaise out of the jar and smeared it on my pubic hair. Adding a squirt of spicy mustard he pulled up a chair and sat down to eat lunch.

When he finished cleaning up the mayonnaise and mustard he stood up with his hard-on pointing at my pussy. “Now for the meat,” he said as he entered me. His sunk his cock all the way in my cunt in one push. I could feel his cum shooting in me when we climaxed.

“Gotta go,” Billy said. He pulled up his pants, gave me a kiss, and said, “Thanks for lunch.”

When I got back to the pool Jenn asked, “What’s that running down you leg?”

I looked down and saw Billy’s cum was leaking from my pussy. “Oh, it’s nothing. Billy spilled some mayonnaise on me while we were making sandwiches.”

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On that first night, the four of us slept in the same bed and none of us visited the toilet all night. We just slept cuddling each other on a wet sheet.

The next day we got up, all of us needing a shower again.

“Before you have a shower,” I said to Brenda, “I want to lick your cunt. You know I enjoy it before you wash it.”

I really do like the aroma from an unwashed cunt. That smell of pee really gets me excited.

I licked her and then Lisa said, “You can lick mine as well if you want to.”

While I was licking hers, “You can suck my sticky cock too,” said Tony.

Why not, I thought.

When I’d finished I stood up and while Tony and Lisa shared a shower, Brenda came over to me.

“I like that taste too,” she said and began to kiss me, pushing her tongue into my mouth, dribbling loads of saliva.

“When I’m on my own at home, I finger my cunt, and play with myself a lot, sometimes dribbling piss and I always lick my fingers afterwards, whether I’ve had a wash or not,” she said.

We followed Lisa and Tony into the shower.

When we were ready, we put on clean underwear. Brenda and Lisa in white cotton panties and Tony and me in white briefs.

Time for breakfast…

We headed up to the village shop/cafe, and sat down for breakfast.

The guy who managed the shop said, “Hey guys, I’m so sorry, until the boat arrives later, we’ve got no milk. People have been drinking more, we’ve run out.”

“Oh! Dear, that’s a bit of a blow,” said one customer and I agreed.

We sat for moment eating, then suddenly Tony said, “No problem, well at least for us. pour the coffees out my friend.”

He poured out four coffees.

“Ok! Lisa, squeeze your teats,” said Tony.

Lisa held her right breast and pulled on her nipple and milk spurted into the cups of coffee.

Two other customers, a man and a woman, asked for some.

“Help yourselves,” she said and the couple pulled on her teats, spurting milk into their coffees.

“How about making a donation?,” said the shop manager, as he picked up a small jug.

“Ok”, said Lisa, “I’d enjoy that as she stretching her nipples. They’re so sensitive now.”

“You can sit on my lap while you’re doing it,” said Tony and removed his briefs.

She took her panties off and sat on his lap, his cock slid into her sticky cunt easily.

He didn’t move, just left it inside her, while she and Brenda worked on her teats, half filling the small jug, which was put in the shop cooler.

“There’ will be a few grateful people in here,” I said.

“I need a piss,” said Lisa, “all that squeezing on my teats has got my bladder nerves working, plus this cock up me.”

“Well don’t do it in the shop,” I said.

Lisa stood up and Tony’s cock plopped out, covered in vaginal secretions and all over his inner thighs.

She had juices coming out and they were seaping down her thighs as well.

We went outside.

I looked at her sticky juices on Tony’s cock and bent down to suck it.

Meanwhile, Brenda knelt down behind Lisa and bent her forward slightly, then began licking her sticky thighs and her cunt.

“Careful, I’m nearly pissing,” said Lisa.

Brenda ignored her and unable to hold on any longer she began to go, her pee gushing all over Brenda’s body.

She adjusted her position slightly and got a couple of good mouthfuls.

A good start to the day, I thought.

“I’ve been thinking about that lady on the rack,” said Lisa, “I wouldn’t mind being helpless and being fucked and abused, but I don’t feel like laying down, or being blindfolded, I want to see what’s going on.”

“I’m sure we can work something out,” I said.

Me and Tony wandered off to see what we could arrange, leaving Lisa and Brenda behind.

Unknown to us, they were enjoying themselves…well why not?

We told the shop manager what we wanted and he said to go round the back of the shop and that there was an old plastic door frame and perhaps we could do something with that.

We also found some straps which would be useful.

It just needed a bit of DIY.

Nearby, there were a couple of small trees that were fairly close to each other.

We checked them out and realised they’d be perfect to tether Lisa, standing up, liked she wanted.

We stood the door frame between the trees, which were only three feet apart, and strapped them tightly to the trunks.

We had spare straps for tying her to the frame.

We returned to the green and found Lisa and Brenda sitting on the grass, their legs locked together, both having an orgasm, as they rubbed their cunts together.

There were a lot of “Ooooh’s and ahhhh’s and suddenly Brenda said “I’m going to piss, can’t hold it…here it comes.”

“Oh! Fuck, let it go, spray your piss all over my cunt, you dirty whore!” Lisa said.

Tony winked at me and I knew what he was thinking.

As both girls orgasmed, we stood on either side of them and peed between their hairy pubic mounds.

As our flows subsided, we sprayed the rest over their bellies and tits.

“What escort ataşehir a pair of fucking sluts these two are,” said Tony.

“You fucking cunt,” said Lisa, looking at Tony.

“You’re going to get punished for that,” he said.

“Oooh! Yes please,” she replied.

We wandered around for a while, and had more drinks.

“It’s about time to punish you,” said Tony.

We got up and headed to the stand up rack we’d built.

“We’ll need the “toys” from the chalet, “I suggested, “and a couple of cushions to stand on.”

Brenda offered to fetch them and returned five minutes later.

We’d started to strap Lisa to the frame. Her wrists to the sides and her ankles to the bottom of the frame.

Finally pulling her knees to the side of the framework so that she was half squatting, thighs wide open, everything between them exposed and vulnerable.

We left the “toys” on the ground.

Brenda put the cushions under her feet for support and after making sure she was fairly comfortable, we left her for a few minutes, to see what would happen.

The frame was clearly visible from the pathway and after a few minutes, a naked guy walked by with a tremendous erection. He was about 30 or so.

He saw Lisa, helpless, strapped up and walked over to her and spent a while inspecting her, kneeling down and looking at her pussy lips hanging open, making her cunt snd pee hole and clitoris clearly visible.

Having been pissed on by us and having had a couple of pisses herself, there was a aroma surrounding her cunt.

He put his nose between her thighs and spent a while sniffing her, while he rubbed his cock.

Like myself, he obviously enjoyed the smell of an unwashed cunt.

It seemed it was his fetish. He buried his nose into the folds of her pussy, took one last deep breath, then stood up, still masturbating and shot his large load all over her pubic area saturating her pubic hair, looking into her eyes, satisfied with what he’d done.

Brenda watched as the semen dropped downward in long sticky globules. Unable to see it going to waste, she too knelt down and licked and sucked Lisa’s pubic hairs.

She stood up, her lips covered with the guys semen and kissed Tony, so he could enjoy the slippery mixture of it and her saliva.

I attached a clamp to Lisa’s left nipple, and switched the dial on the battery controlled box to a low setting.

A minute later milk started to drip from her now swollen nipple..

A fat naked middle aged woman walking passed noticed and walked over to Lisa, reached out and licked the milk, as it started to drip from her teat.

She took the clamp off and placed it onto her right nipple as she started to leak more milk from her left one and sucked hard.

As she sucked, she put her hand between Lisa thighs and felt her clitoris, rubbing it before inserting her finger deep into her sticky cunt, which made her dribble pee into the woman’s hand.

This seemed to excite her and with her other hand she felt between her own thighs and felt herself.

Lisa orgasmed and the woman felt the inner walls of her cunt throbbing on her finger, making her have an orgasm herself.

She spent five minutes there before finishing.

We sat on the grass nearby watching.

We both had erections and Brenda sat between us, rubbing our cocks.

Three guys came down the path.

“Oh! Fuck, look at that whore, she’s asking for it,” said one of them.

“Let’s give her a good seeing to,” said another.

That was it. All three of them went over to her.

While one went around to the back of Lisa, a second went to the front.

The one at the back said, “Oh! Boy, I love fucking assholes, I’m going to fuck the shit out of this one,” as he eased his cock into her pouting ass.

The second one went close to her front and managed to get his hard cock into her sticky cunt.

Between them they managed to fuck her both ways.

Lisa gasped out, almost crying with pleasure as her body was invaded.

“Hey,” said the third guy, “Save some for me.”

The front guy came and withdrew.

As his semen began to run down her thighs, he thrust his cock into her, not bothered that his friend had been up her cunt already.

The guy at the back came in her ass and withdrew his cock, leaving semen to run from her swollen anus.

The front guy shot his semen right up inside her and finally his cock slipped out.

With juices running down her thighs, one of the men said, “What a fucking slut, just leave the dirty bitch hanging there, she obviously likes it, fucking whore.”

We continued watching, while Tony played with Brenda’s long nipples and squeezed what was left of her sagging tits.

I had my hand under her and fingered her wet cunt, no reason why she shouldn’t have some pleasure too, while we were concentrating on Lisa.

A guy on his own came down the path and seeing her strapped to the frame, walked over to her and cock in hand, he had a pee, spraying his piss all down her legs and up over her belly and kadıköy escort bayan down between her thighs, using her as a toilet.

He walked off, leaving her dripping wet.

A middle aged couple saw her, helpless and tied up.

The man, who had a fair sized cock, (maybe 9″ erect) went behind Lisa, fingered her asshole and using the semen from the previous guy who’d been there, he inserted his hard cock.

He gave her a good seeing to round the back.

Meanwhile, Lisa was starting to lose control and was peeing in short spurts, every time the guy pushed into her ass.

The lady he was with took advantage and knelt down in front of her and pulling her pussy flaps as open as she could,

she studied the swollen pee hole.

Pee splashed in her face and she pursued her lips over the gushing mound and sucked at it, drinking the warm piss.

By now a few men and women had gathered to watch Lisa being gang banged and abused verbally.

It was echo’s of the rack lady and she was enjoying it.

The guy came in her ass, his cock pushed as far up as it would go and the lady he was with finished drinking her pee and stood up.

“I’m going to have some of that,” said a man and pushed his cock into her dripping pussy.

“Me too,” said another and went round behind her and thrust his erect cock into her ass.

An older female noticed milk dripping from her nipple and squeezed between her body and the guy fucking her cunt.

She pulled roughly on her teat and sucked on the swollen teat.

“What a dirty slut,” said another guy and walked over and urinated down her right leg.

Two others joined him, using her legs as a public toilet.

Tony looked over towards her and mouthed if she was alright. She smiled, nodding her head in approval.

After the two guys finished fucking her back and front and the woman finished sucking her teats, they left.

Lisa, unable to move, was just left hanging there, pee and semen running down her inner thighs.

Brenda went over and bent forward to lick at the semen.

Obviously, as she bent forward, her own cunt was on display for all to see. So, it happened…a young guy took advantage and entered her thrusting hard into her sticky pussy.

He came very quickly, leaving her still licking Lisa’s legs and cunt.

Tony went over and pushed his cock into Brenda’s pussy.

It was swimming in the previous guy’s semen, but that just excited him more and he sped up his thrusting.

“Oh! Brenda, you’re such a fucking old whore.” He said, and with that he came, pushing as hard as he could into her.

That was enough for me..I knelt down behind Brenda and pressed my mouth against her wrinkley old cunt and licked at the semen that oozed out.

With my mouth half full and my lips covered, I stood up, went up to Lisa and kissed her open mouth, spitting out the mixture of semen and saliva, which she eagerly swallowed.

She was really enjoying being “gang banged” at both back and front and having her teats sucked and abused, as well as being used as a public toilet.

A guy walked down the path and on seeing her strapped to the frame, helpless and unable to resist he took advantage.

With his cock in his hand, he pulled back his foreskin, to expose a massive knobend, glistening with precome.

The full length, probably a good 10″.

He went round behind her and rubbed it up and down between her ass cheeks, picking up sweat and semen from the previous guy.

He knew how big he was, so he eased himself in gently, but once his swollen knob passed her opening he pushed up.

He fucked her for several minutes before he came and after a good thrusting his cock went soft.

He didn’t take it out, instead as it went completely soft, he strained and peed in her ass.

When it slipped out, his urine gushed down her legs.

Finally, after another fifteen minutes of physical and verbal abuse, she’d had enough.

She’d been well fucked in both holes, pissed in and used as a public toilet…called a whore, a dirty cunt, fucking slut and more.

As we released her, she was pissing down her legs herself and we had to make sure she could stand up .

“Did you enjoy that,” said Tony.

“I loved it,” she repled. “I bet I stink.”

“You do.” I said. “You smell like a dirty whore, who hasn’t washed for a week.”

We all laughed and decided to go for a swim and a rest on the beach and give Lisa a chance to get clean.

We’d all enjoyed watching Lisa getting her enjoyment and some for ourselves.

We went to eat and drink later and had a couple of hours sleep in our chalet, especially Lisa, who was, as she put it, exhausted.

It cooled down in the evening and it was nice to go for walk, naked of course.

A few drinks in the cafe/shop, the milk had arrived, but there were still a few who’d heard about Lisa’s breast milk and milked her swollen teats for their coffee, including us.

We ambled back to Tony and Lisa’s chalet and there were still some people enjoying their sexual freedom.

Two escort bostancı guys on the grass having a 69 and next to them, two females doing the same, tongues deep in each others vaginas, both of them having very mobile orgasms, their hips and thighs shaking.

There was an older chubby woman watching both couples, naked as well, her legs wide apart, fingering herself, and peeing through her fingers wetting the grass beneath her.

We arrived at the chalet and sat down for while, chatting about the day’s events.

“I really enjoyed being restrained today, used as a public toilet, fucked in both my holes, called names.” Said Lisa.

“You really enjoyed the piss games then,” said Brenda.

“Oh! Yes,” she replied, “up my cunt and ass, lovely.”

“Me too,” said Brenda.

“I expect the bed will get a bit wet tonight,” said Tony.

All three of us, Lisa,Brenda and myself, all agreed in unison.

We laughed and carried on chatting.

“We’ll,” said Lisa,looking at Brenda, “I doubt it will be too wet, you fucking piss drinking whore!”

“I love it,” she replied.

“We’ll, that’s sorted then. Brenda’s mouth will be our toilet.”

“I think we all like it,” I said.

Tony agreed.

“We’ll, I’m ready,” I said and went over to Brenda’s chair, pulled her head forward and put my soft cock in her open mouth and began to pee.

I nearly emptied my bladder, but took my cock out when she started coughing and the rest of my pee sprayed down her body.

Lisa went over to kiss her, tongues in each others mouths, so she could taste the remains of my pee.

While they kissed, I knelt down in front of Tony and took his erect cock in my mouth.

He said that he didn’t want to come yet, but enjoyed having it sucked.

I sucked for quite a while, until it softened slightly and he took advantage, saying, “you might as well have some.” He said and peed in my mouth.

I saved some and went over to kiss Brenda, spitting his piss into her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed.

By the time I’d done that, Tony was sucking Lisa’s nipples and drinking her milk.

There wasn’t any hurry, all of us wanting the evening to last as long as possible, so we sat chatting for a while longer.

“You’ve got one hell of a clitoris,” said Lisa.

“Probably ‘cos I’ve played with myself since I was a kid. I’ve loved the feelings it gave me,” said Brenda, “the love of pissing came from peeing while I rubbed myself, getting myself all wet and pulling my panties up without wiping myself.”

“I like that,” said Lisa, “pulling them up while I’m still dripping.”

Myself and Tony sat listening to the ladies, as their discussion got more sexually depraved, both of us sitting with our erect cocks sticking up from our laps.

Eventually, Lisa looked over to us and she said, “Are you two enjoying listening to us?”

“Sure thing,” we said in unison.

“What are you two lesbian fucking whores going to get up to next?” asked Tony.

“We’ve got an idea or two,” said Brenda.

With that, they got on the bed, Lisa with her head at the bottom of the bed and Brenda’s at the top, so that they could lock their legs together.

Finally, with their legs locked in such a position that their pussy’s were touching, they began to rub them together.

Being so aroused, their clits were hard and exposed and the rubbing got the girls excited as the stickiness oozed from their cunts making them slippery.

Brenda had drunk so much she began to dribble pee, exciting Lisa even more.

Within seconds, she was gushing, filling Lisa’s cunt.

“Oh! Fuck, I’m coming so much…ooooh!,” she whimpered.

“Oh! Yes, yes, yes,” cried Brenda, “me too.”

They ground their pussies together, their thighs quivering and shaking.

For me and Tony, it was a sight to see.

Having drunk Tony’s pee, I was ready to let go and knelt on the bed, as they were in the throws of their orgasms and aimed my stream between their wet cunts, making them grind together even more, both of them crying out in ecstasy.

“You two piss whores are really enjoying yourselves,” said Tony.

After a few minutes, they settled down.

“Oh! That was good,” said Lisa, “my clit’s still tingling… I’m really loving this pissing fun.”

I went down and licked Lisa’s cunt, while Tony licked Brenda’s.

Urine had gone everywhere and I was soon rimming Lisa’s ass.

“Your asshole tastes good,” I said, “I love licking women’s assholes.”

“They both taste good,” said Tony, “all this mixed piss.”

We all ended up on the bed, kissing and feeling whatever we could get hold of, lying on the wet bed sheet.

“What toys have we got?” Said Lisa.

“Not many,” said Tony.

I suggested going to the shop to see what I could get.

“Ok!,” said Tony, “I’ll be safe with the girls,” he added, laughing.

Naked, I went towards the shop on the village green.

On the way I saw a naked older man holding his cock, ready. I assumed to take a pee.

“Don’t waste it.” I told him, “If you go to our chalet, I told him where to go, there’s an older lady called Brenda in there we’re using as a toilet. Ask for Tony and just say Jeff sent you.

I continued to the shop and he went off smiling, urine already trickling down his legs as he walked.

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The bed I’m lying on is soft, and I can hear her moving around. Behind the blindfold, it’s hard to tell if my eyes are open or closed. It’s tied tight, just like whatever she used to tie my wrists to the headboard, but I barely notice; I am completely focussed on trying to sense where she is, what she’s doing…

[Eventually, she opens the door. The first thing I notice is her dressing gown, which annoys me a little as she was supposed to be ready to leave by now. Then I see the gown is open just enough so I can see what she’s (barely) wearing underneath. Then, as I notice the dark lipstick and move to kiss her, she places her palm on my chest and raises a finger to my lips. I begin to say something but her eyes shut me up. She pulls me inside and shuts the door. I try to kiss her again, but it’s not happening. She takes my hand and leads me up the darkened stairway to her room. She stops me when we reach her door and reaches into one of the pockets. It’s so dark I barely see the blindfold before she removes my glasses and ties the fabric around my head. I hear the door opening and we move into the room…]

A lighter flicks three times, and a few moments later I can smell- it’s incense, but it’s a different scent to the one she usually uses. Less sweet. Still nice though. I feel a soft breeze from the window roll over my chest, but as the room is fairly warm, it’s more welcoming than anything. Eventually I hear her move closer to the bed. I can just about sense that she’s leaning in towards me, then I almost flinch as I feel her tongue move lightly over my lips. I motion to kiss her, arms straining against whatever she used to tie them to the frame…

It’s then that the first drop of wax lands on my chest, as I realise it wasn’t incense. The pain isn’t too bad, but this time I definitely flinch. Squirming against the restraints, fists clenched a little, I hear her giggle. Another drop lands a little further down my chest. At first, the way it stings ataşehir escort bayan causes me to suck in air through my teeth almost every time it happens. Again she places her palm on my chest; this time to lightly brush off the wax to prevent it from hardening, which provokes the opposite reaction from me. She’s leaning in close and I can smell her body as my blood begins to rush and the pain becomes less noticeable, less important. It’s hard not to try to break free and take her right now, but I figure there’s time for that later, and I don’t want to miss what happens in between. Anyway, what she’s doing feels amazing. The drops of wax move downwards, over my stomach and towards the waistband of my boxers. Just before the drops begin to land in more sensitive territory, they stop. I briefly smell ash as I hear her place the snuffed candle on the bedside table.

She continues to softly rub her palms and fingertips over my tensed stomach and waist, then the tops of my legs. I can’t see, but I’m certain that, if it wasn’t for my underwear, my dick would be standing straight up. I’m so hard it almost hurts, and the fact she keeps moving away her hands before she reaches it is killing me. As if hearing my thoughts, she gets up and walks around the bed. Suddenly my last item of clothing is removed, and I swear I can actually hear her grin. Another few seconds go by before I feel her boobs, almost too soft and warm, brushing against my face. She begins to push them a little harder as my tongue flicks around and over her already-hard nipples. I occasionally, very gently, bring my teeth down on them and suck; at this she starts breathing heavier, as she runs her fingertips up, down and around the length of my cock, every touch from her causing it to twitch, as my arms strain at the ties…

She gets up on the bed. I still can’t see, but from how I think she’s positioned herself, as well as from the new-but-familiar scent (few things are as big escort kadıköy a turn-on as when you can smell how excited she is), I’m guessing she wants to use my tongue, a guess she then affirms when she pushes herself onto my face. I don’t thrust my tongue inside her at first; I trace it around the edges of her opening, using the fact that she is dripping wet to facilitate the delicacy of my tongues’ movement. She’s making the sexiest sounds, and starts to push herself onto me with greater force. My tongue finally slides inside her; she gasps, sits a little more comfortably, and finally takes my by-now-severely-throbbing cock in her hand, keeping her movements slow, every now and then squeezing the tip.

After a time, I begin to use the flat of my tongue to circle around her swollen clit, more forcefully but keeping a slow, steady speed. This makes her get louder, as, from the way she tastes and the fact that everything just became much wetter, she’s getting ready to come. My tongue slows its pace, and, as if in response, I hear her spit on my dick. Then she wraps her lips around the head and gently sucks. Then she starts moving her head up and down in sync with her hand, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from thrusting into her throat. For a couple of minutes the only sounds come from our mouths, wet sounds and moans and heavy breathing. My hips force myself into her mouth as I lap at her, and I can feel her excitement running down my face. As if sensing that I’m nearly there, she gives my dick a final squeeze with her mouth and climbs off me. I hear the door open and close…

I shout for her to come back, but I already hear her walking down the stairs. I’m almost angry, but mostly I just need her back here. My body aches, especially my arms. I’m less hard now, as I can’t even finish myself off. I try to get comfortable…

I’m awoken to the feel of her mouth and hands sliding up and down around me and this time I can’t stop myself as bostancı escort I force my way into her mouth, which she doesn’t mind and uses her hands more, keeping her tongue out as she sometimes lets her spit drip on my dick to keep it slick, and then keeping one hand wrapped around me, she removes my blindfold. My eyes don’t take long to adjust to the low-lit room. My mouth literally starts to water as I see her, the candlelight accentuating what little she’s wearing, and I don’t think I’ve ever been harder. She lets go of me, slides off her underwear and then sits atop me, gripping me and rubbing her clit with my cock, and then, ever so slowly, pushes herself down on me…

Moving up and down, she releases one of my arms, then the other, and I can’t stop grabbing her body and running my hands over it as she moves faster and faster and I slap her ass and pull her face down and force my tongue into her mouth which she does back to me and nothing exists except my mouth and my hands and my dick and sweat is running down both of us, making the bedsheets wet and I push her down so I’m on top and I hold her wrists and push myself into her slowly and deep and she’s making the most amazing sounds, and the her body twisting underneath me is gorgeous, glistening in the low light as she moves and digs her nails into my back, and when she can feel I’m about to come she pushes me on my back and takes my cock in her mouth and I explode into her and she keeps sucking for a while and sliding her hands up and down, I barely exist for a minute or two, nothing exists but the feeling pulsing its way from the tip of my cock to the rest of me…

After I regain feeling, I throw her on her back again, lick my fingers and push them inside her; she starts to move around again, sighing, then gasping, then swearing as I lick at her clit, doing that circling motion again but much faster this time and she’s forcing herself onto me and I’m moving my fingers quickly in and out of her and my face is so wet as she comes, quickly, and loudly, then she grabs my head, pulls me up to her and we kiss, long, and slow, for the next few minutes. Her back is to my front. My arms are around her. We drift off to a deep sleep, the sweat cooling on our bodies…

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Kate leaned forward and worked her jeans down over her hips. Under those greasy work clothes, she was quite a pretty thirty-year-old woman. “I still have your car hooked to my truck.” She explained. “I can take it back out there on that dark lonely road if you would prefer.”

Finally Tracy shook her head.

Kate slipped onto the desk and pulled her jeans free. She dropped them on the floor. Tracy just stared at Kate.

“I’ve never done this before.” Tracy said.

Kate pulled Tracy to her feet. She kissed her cheek and then she whispered. “Well, you won’t be able to say that tomorrow.”

“Now take my panties off. I’m a very horny girl.”

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When I got into MBA school, I was required to take some undergrad courses since I had been a non-business undergraduate major. In the accounting class, I met Marty, a late 40s mother of two divorced from an eye surgeon. I was 27. She had never worked and was going back to college to get her BA, had kids in their early 20s, and apparently made out very well in the divorce–had a big fine, paid-for house, drove a top-end Benz, and groomed and dressed impeccably.

Very assertive and sociable, she was an accomplished “networker,” and could meet and impress 20 people in a single hour, as I had observed between classes. She was very smart, too–made straight As–and really enterprising, as well–taking most of the divorce settlement and investing it in houses that she leased. She already had like 6 or 8 and was buying more.

Her looks: The first thing you’d notice about Marty was her smile, full upper and lower lips, wide and friendly with large, fairly straight, porcelain-white teeth, and she was always smiling, always. The lines in her face sent a message of “interesting woman” rather than “lady getting on up there.” Her emerald-green eyes sparkled over high cheek bones, and though she wore lots of make-up, she always looked like a Hollywood make-up artist had applied it, and the shade of her lipstick was always a perfect match with the polish on her professionally manicured nails.

Auburn with just a tinge of red (probably colored, but who cares?), her wavy hair was styled immaculately in a simple but appealing swept-back, medium volume fashion to just below her shoulders. She stood about 5′ 5″ in heels and had a classic 1940s “hourglass figure,” but, even so, the expensive, “all-business” but not masculine style clothes she wore did not bring attention to her physique.

Overall, her appearance telegraphed utterly together and professional. But more on her looks later.

Her home-leasing enterprise is how I really got to know her. She’d buy the houses cheap because they needed repairs, and could charge high rent because they were in nice neighborhoods in the ‘burbs, but needed to fix them up in order to do so. I had a home restoration business at the time which focused on renovating early-1900s inner-city homes. Though it was not my market niche, she asked me to give her an estimate on fixing up a home that she had just bought and was anxious to get leased in a hurry to turn the cash flow positive.

So I took a look at it, and it needed painting inside, carpeting, new linoleum in the kitchen and baths, some ceiling repairs, windows caulked–easy stuff–and, of course, it was vacant–fast work. I gave her my pretty high estimate, which she tried to negotiate down, but I held my ground and promised I could finish it in a week, so she said OK. I finished the job a day early and she was very pleased with the work and paid in cash.

I went to her own fabulous home one evening to drop off some supplies for a new house near her that she had bought but not yet taken possession of. As she gave me the grand tour of her place, I noted that all her stuff was only the best of the best–Persian rugs, antique furnishings, Lalique crystal, Yamaha stereo, Bosendorfer baby grand piano–the works.

She said she had not had dinner, asked if I’d eaten yet, which I hadn’t, so she ordered some delivery Chinese and uncorked what I figured was an astronomically expensive bottle of 1957 Chateau Rothchild before we sat down to sip it and wait for the food to arrive. She was a great conversationalist and very interesting. She showed me lots of pictures of her son and daughter, who looked like Miss America, and told me she was single, not dating anyone at the time, and would be home from college for Christmas break the following week.

Really? Those pool party photos certainly placed her as a finalist in the swimsuit competition, and the sorority dance pics of her in that plunging v-neck black dress already had me puckering for her ample breasts. Then Marty said she thought her daughter and I would really like each other. So at this point, I figured Marty was laying the groundwork for a little get-together with her superb daughter, whose bones I had already decided would be appropriate to jump on our second date.

The bottle empty, Marty produced a second of the same vintage just as the Chinese food arrived. We ate the spring rolls, hot-and-sour soup, and moved on to the garlic beef as we talk, talk, talked.

We covered many topics, but then she asked if I thought she had a sexy voice. In truth, since we had a business/academic relationship, I’d never really thought about it, and I was surprised that she asked me such a thing, having sized her up as really quite conservative. Come to think about it, she did have an extremely sexy voice–low and husky with a refined Southern accent–so I told her, “yeah.” Then I changed the subject back to her daughter, who currently occupied my interest as a most devine repository of my spermatazoa.

Marty said everyone thought she and her daughter ataşehir escort bore a strong resemblance, that they had won some mother-daughter look-a-like contest the year before. Well, upon consideration, looking again at the pictures in the album, Marty and her daughter DID look very similar, remarkably so. Pointing at a large, full-length photo of her daughter, Marty proceeded to cover their similarities feature by feature: eyes, nose, mouth, ears, cheeks, chin, and “figure,” which she stood up to model, quickly smoothing her perfectly manicured hands across her bustline, down her narrow waist, and around her hips.

Though I had always regarded Marty as an attractive older woman, I was now, for the first time, thinking of her differently, somewhat sexy. Marty was effectively transferring my interest from her daughter to her.

Then Marty told me why she had asked me about her voice, couching it as a secret I must promise not to tell. My interest was piqued, and I swore I would not tell. She said she made erotic tapes! Now, this was like hearing that Madeline Albright chews tobacco–totally out of character.

Marty told the entire story of how she’d gotten involved by simply answering the phone one day, and the guy on the other end had told her what a sexy voice she had, and then referred her to someone else, who, in turn, referred her to yet another person, a woman who owned the company who explained to Marty the business, what would be required of her, and how much money she could make–a lot.

Wow, erotic tapes, huh? What kind of erotic tapes, I asked. She asked me if I would like to hear one. Well, I guess I did. So she went into the other room and returned with a small (naturally high-end) tape player and handed it to me. Apparently, I would have to be the one to press play, so, after a moment of hesitation, I did. Long pause, then clearly Marty’s voice.

To listen to Marty’s recorded voice and not associate it with her, it sounded like a much younger woman. I don’t remember the exact wording, but the first part of the tape was fairly mild, though alluring, and went something like this:

“Hi, my name is Vanessa, and I’m a 23-year-old blonde swimsuit model. I got into it because I’ve always liked to swim, to feel the water coursing over my body. I used to swim on my high school team and usually won races, so I went to college on a scholarship. But the competition there was a lot tougher, and I often didn’t win.

Though I’m athletic and slender, my coach said it was because of my build. You see, my breasts are too big; they measure 36D even when I pull the tape real tight around them. I met some people at a meet who wanted to take some pictures of me in their company’s swimsuits, so I gave it a try and got the job. I’d always enjoyed the way guys would look at me in my own bikinis, so it was really easy to pose for the photos in front of the mostly male crew.

The problem was, some of the company’s suits were a lot skimpier than my own and showed my tan lines, so I started laying out nude. Since my hair would poke out of the tiny bottoms, I also had to start shaving completely bare, if you know what I mean.

To keep my tan, I take my lunch out on my deck at midday when it’s sunny and lay out naked for an hour or so. Sometimes I catch the neighbor guys checking me out, and it kinda gives me a rush knowing they are staring at me, but I just pretend I don’t notice. Once in a while, I’ll even put on a little show. I’ll squirt lots of oil all over me and rub it on my bottom, squeezing my firm little buns. Then I’ll massage the oil into my breasts and pull on my nipples until they get real pointy, which feels really good.”

I stopped the tape, and Marty asked me what I thought. I told her it, was, well, erotic, that her voice was a natural, but that I was frankly surprised that she was involved in such a thing. She said that was because I had only seen her “public” persona, that there was another side to her, looking back at me sexier than ever. She pressed the play button.

“I don’t know why, maybe because I don’t have time for a boyfriend, but I’m getting bolder. A few weeks ago, after I had been lying there a while in the warm rays, I just couldn’t get my mind off of sex. I hate it when that happens! I turned over and was rubbing some oil on my belly when it ran out of my belly button, which is deeper than most skinny girls’, and the oil ran out of it onto my bare privates as I sat up. The bottle had been sitting in the hot sun, and that warm oil felt really good down there.

I looked all around and didn’t see anyone, so I just started rubbing my finger around my pleasure button. I play with myself all the time inside, but I just threw caution to the wind and did it right there on the deck! I’m not self-absorbed or anything, but I do have a pretty pussy, so I like to look at myself as I masturbate. My lips are always kinda big and flappy, but they get really engorged when I’m turned on, just like my clitoris does, and it all looked kadıköy escort so nice glistening in the bright sun.

So I kept on rubbing it until I just couldn’t stand it anymore and slipped a finger up inside me and worked it faster and faster in and out. Oh, it felt so good! Getting wetter and hornier, I slipped another finger in as I twiddled one of my nipples with the fingers of my other hand. I was on the brink of an orgasm, but just couldn’t quite get there, so I put a third finger in. I must have worked on myself for a good 10 more minutes, but still couldn’t bring myself to the Big O. I needed something bigger inside of me, know what I mean?

I had a good-size chrome vibrator, but it was inside in the bedroom, and I knew if I stopped then to go get it, I’d lose the moment. I looked around on the deck for something and there on the plate beside my unfinished sandwich was my pickle. Since I was a kid, I like to eat those big, whole dill pickles, the kind they sell in the giant jar on the counter at the checkout register, but it was, well, really big. Should I?

So I picked it up. It had been sitting there on the dark plate in the sun for an hour now, and the first thing I noticed was that it was warm, which was good, since no girl would want a cold pickle in her. It was shaped just like an erect penis, kinda curved, so I licked off the pickle juice, and it even felt like a hard man, though thicker than any man I’d ever had. I love to give head, so keeping my three fingers working my cunny, I sucked on it, putting the wider end in my mouth.

This was turning me on even more, and I noticed the spot on the end where I’d pulled the stem off was kinda like a guy’s pee hole, which I like to tongue when I give a BJ, so I did. After a few minutes of this, I couldn’t wait any longer so I slowly slipped the narrower end in me. The further I got it in, the better it felt, and it was definitely the biggest thing I’d ever had in my pussy! Squatting in a baseball catcher’s position, I worked it in and out of me as I watched my lips disappear on the in-stroke and mushroom out on the out-stroke. Darn, I was loving this!!!

I kneeled forward to angle it up against my clit, and those little pickle bumps felt devine sliding back and forth across it, as my oily boobs bounced up and down. OK, I was gonna cum, and cum I did big time, piercing the quiet with a long, uncontrollabe scream–aaaaaaaah!!!!! My pleasure quickly turned to embarrassment. Had anyone heard or seen me?”

Marty turned off the tape. I had not looked at her the whole time it played. “Well,” she observed, “Looks like you enjoyed it,” as she stared at the prodigious bulge in my thin poplin trousers. I finally forced my eyes to meet hers. She was, indeed, an extremely sexy woman I now realized, nearly forgetting her daughter. Wrapped up in the tape, I had not noticed that she had changed some things while we sat there listening to it on the leather couch as I slowly trained my eyes downward.

The long Southwest style denim dress, the kind that button all the way down the front, that she had on had become unbuttoned all the way down to the silver-buckled belt, revealing her 36D breasts and just-visible nipples held up high with a red underwire half bra. And she now sitting in a Indian position, I could see that, below the belt, all the lower buttons were unfastened, as well, affording me a clear view of a closely trimmed bush surrounding her luscious labia in a wet, sideways smile.

“Would you like me to take your clothes off and make love now?” she asserted. “Well, I really do need to get over to the library, but…” I kidded, leaning over to French-kiss her. She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest, gently biting and sucking my nipples as I unbuckled her belt and slid the dress from her shoulders. Standing up together and rejoining me in another French kiss, she slid the shirt from my arms and deftly unbuckled, unfastened, then unzipped my trousers, letting them drop to the floor.

As I went to step out of them, she broke the Frenchy and kissed her way down to my boxers, grasping the elastic band in her teeth and pulling them to the floor. She removed my loafers, pulled off my shorts, pants, and socks, then stood back up standing straight as a soldier, ankles together, to stare at my nakedness. And I stared at her, but for the demi bra, nakedness.

I like to look at a woman standing up, and she was, though 20 years my senior, stunning. We just stood there looking at each other for what seemed an eternity. We would soon be fucking, but what was the rush, and she obviously felt likewise, supremely confident and proud of her body.

I smoothed my large hands all over her and was overwhelmed at her extreme hourglass figure, heretofore hidden by business suits and dresses. I could hardly get over her narrow waist, which I guessed to be maybe 22 inches at most. 36-22-36, I thought, going back to the quintessence of beauty 40 years prior.

Finally, I picked her up and lay her on the leather bostancı escort bayan couch, lingering in a another long French kiss before kissing my way down her neck to her magnificent breasts, then on down her tummy and navel and pussy and down the inside of one leg to her fabulous feet then over to the other foot, up that leg and on to her snatch.

Hearing the Swiss clock there on the side table chime 7 o’clock, I decided I would eat her sweet pussy for precisely one hour, which I did, she softly cooing and running her dextrous fingers through my hair to climax several times. Her full, dark labia contrasted dramatically against the bright pink vaginal interior, and her barely hooded rigid clit made it so easy to lick and suck and pet that I could have gone for another hour.

Though she liked her equally dark pucker hole licked, she pulled away when I tried a finger in it, so I steered clear of that action. The most amazing thing was when she would cum: she would actually spurt out prodigious juices. When I rapidly vibrated my finger across her clit and held her open just so, love juice would spew out 6 or 8 inches!

Then, following a brief pause after the strike of 8, she stood up, sat me down, and said, “Now, an hour of oral for you.” Whereupon she commenced by unhurriedly French-kissing me (she was an outstanding kisser), then kiss my ears and neck and chest and arms and hands and back and buttocks and legs and feet and at last, my cock.

After kissing it all over, she licked it up and down and all around like a lollipop, getting it nice and wet, then hand-job it expertly as she sucked and licked my balls and anus. When it came to the blow job itself, there were no better than Marty. She knew exactly how to suck with just the right amount of suction, swirl her tongue around and around it within her mouth, and use her fingertips to tickle my balls as she did so.

She also had that rare sense of when and how hard to clench her thumb and forefinger around the base of the shaft at the precise moment to keep me from cumming. And she knew the appeal of gazing straight up into my eyes with her big, green blinkers as she suck, suck, sucked away.

But perhaps the most amazing talent of her many was her deep-throating ability and technique. I already described her wide smile, and that’s another way of saying she had a big mouth. She could not only get all seven inches of me into her mouth and down her throat, but she could also actually get both balls in her mouth at the same time!!! All without a single gag or bite. Now how many women can do that?

It was with this astonishing feat that I blasted my first orgasm. It was almost 9:00 PM. “Can I cum now?” Yes, she nodded, and I let her rip. She never missed a beat–swallowing over and over. In fact, when I pulled out of her mouth, there was not even one drop of post-climactic semen leakage left.

The clock chimed 9 times, and we poured another glass of wine and ate the fortune cookies. Hers said, “You will soon experience a great and pleasurable event.” Mine read, “A wonderful surprise awaits you in the unlikeliest of places.”

We chatted some more about her making erotic tapes, and I followed her about the downstairs as we took the plates to the kitchen, and she straightened every little thing and emptied waste paper baskets in every room. I find it incredibly sexy watching an attractive, naked woman standing and moving about doing all kinds of regular, everyday things, and so I was really enjoying this little mundane interlude.

But Marty was still not altogether nude–she still had on that red demi-bra–and I had purposely not removed it even though I was dying to unleash those big hooters. But I would wait to do that a little later.

At 9:30, I felt the twitch down below while we were in her bedroom, so this seemed like the time for round two. French-kissing her standing next to the canopied bed, I fingered her wet again from behind as she two-handedly stroked me up to a full erection. Laying her back into a missionary position on the tall bed while I stood on the floor beside it, I plunged into her deep in one motion as she gasped.

Looking me straight in the eyes and breathing in unison, I rocked slowly in and out of her with my hands clasped around that tiny waist. When I squeezed tightly, I could almost touch my hands together. I bent her knees back to her ears to get a better view of myself in her cunny, and what a clear and beautiful view it was.

She was getting worked up fast, so I increased my pace as she locked her arms around her legs to hold them in place. The insides of her thighs were pushing her boobs together in an even deeper cleavage with the whole of her areolas clearing her demi-bra. Though I wanted to see the entirety of her tits badly, I still chose to save them for a later moment.

Without ever withdrawing, climbing into the bed, I steered her sideways into a spoons position. Her soft bottom squished sensuously against my thighs as we twisted to French kiss while I rubbed her clitty. I could feel her pussy contracting now, and she raised her upside leg up to give me deeper penetration, and, whispering, “I like it from behind like this,” she started to cum, and, like before, gushing gargantuan gobs of gash juice.

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Chapter 3: In The Shower

After several weeks, Mark and Cherie were experiencing some sexual tedium. Cherie decided that she had to do something to spice things up, so to speak. She left a note for Mark in his e-mail, telling him to meet her at a good Italian restaurant the next night…8pm sharp and dress nice. She had never attempted something like this before, and felt butterflies at the thought of it…but nothing ventured, nothing gained had always been her motto.

Mark called that night, “What’s with all the mystery?” he asked.

“Well, I wanted to celebrate the 2 month anniversary of our meeting and thought we could go out. Is that okay? You don’t have plans already, do you?” He said no, but was curious and would be there. Cherie smiled into the phone, “It’ll be a night you’ll never forget,” she said.

Wednesday night rolled around and Cherie raced home from work to change. She had bought a silk dress just for the occasion and wanted to pretty herself up for the expensive restaurant. At 7:30 she was ready and hopped into her car to drive to the restaurant. She arrived with 15 minutes to spare and found Mark already there, waiting at the bar.

“You were just as anxious as me,” she laughed.

“I am,” he said, “I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day.”

“You look great,” she said to him. He did look great. Wearing a nice pair of tailored khakis, starched shirt, hair all combed…and he smelled even better.

“You too, where did you get the dress?” She twirled around for him, letting the skirt flare out around her legs, giving him a good look along with half the bar.

“Bought is special. Now let’s go get our table and get something to eat.”

They sat down, ordered wine to start and a meal to follow. They made idle chit-chat about their days while waiting. Cherie slipped her foot out of her shoe and slowly traced her toes up and down his calf underneath his pants. He stopped with his wine glass halfway to his mouth and smiled at her. He knew something was up, she was never this sassy in public.

Cherie ordered more wine and excused herself to the ladies room. She came back with fresh lipstick and handed him a small, wadded up ball of black silk: her panties. Mark’s eyes grew big as he realized what he held in his hand, and she laughed at him. She always wanted to do that, just to see what kind of reaction it would get.

Dinner sped by, with the two of them passing sexual innuendoes back and forth. She kept playing footsies with him under the table, making him hard with her fiery glances and playful banter…the panties in his pocket didn’t hurt either.

When dinner was over, she looked at Mark and asked, “Are you coming home with me tonight?”

“Of course I am, babe…I’d have to be crazy not to,” Mark replied, grinning at her. The tingles in her stomach intensified…she loved that feral smile of his.

“Can you drive us then? I’ll pick up my car tomorrow.” He agreed and they jumped into his car for the short ride home.

Once Cherie got situated, she hiked her skirt up and let him have a long, lingering look at what the night held in store. She was wearing thigh-high stockings that perfectly showcased her newly waxed pubic hair. She had had it done the day before, just for tonight. She could see a growing bulge in his pants…just the effect she had been looking for.

The ride home seemed to take forever…Mark was talking dirty to her the entire way and she couldn’t keep her hands off of him or herself, either. By the time they got to her apartment she was soaked and he was rock hard.

She stripped in the hallway, leaving the stockings and heels on. She walked seductively to the bedroom, leading the way. He entered the room and gasped…candles were everywhere, the bed was covered in a plush new comforter, and a box sat atop it.

“This is great,” he said. “But what’s in the box?”

“Open it and see, I got it for you.” He walked over to the bed, tore the ribbon and paper off and opened it. His eyes grew round and he looked up with a devilish smile on his face.

“You remembered. Wow.” The box contained some silk scarves, feathers, massage oils, and other assorted erotic toys.

He had expressed interest in the past in some light bondage, and Cherie had said she never trusted anyone enough to do it. He knew how important this was. He got up, walked over to her and kissed her passionately, massaging her shoulders and back while doing so.

“Babe, you didn’t have to do this, really.”

“I wanted to…ever since you mentioned it I’ve wanted to. Do you like it?”

“Of ataşehir escort course, I like it. It’s gonna be a dream come true.” He kept kissing her tenderly, leading her to the bed…unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and caressing her body with the other.

He laid her down gently, let his shirt fall to the floor and unbuttoned his pants, stepping out of them. He was commando too, cock sticking out hard and thick. Cherie licked her lips at the sight of it.

He leaned over her, running his hands through her hair and asked, “You certain you want to do this?” She nodded her head and looked deep into his eyes so he would know that she was telling the truth.

“Okay,” he said, “I’ll take good care of you, babe.”

He lay down next to her and started kissing her again, tongue flickering in and out of her mouth, stopping every so often to nuzzle her neck. She reached her hands up to touch his face and he took them in his own, not letting her. He raised them above her head, pinning them there, stretching her body out. Her breasts were high and firm, nipples rosy in the candlelight. He leaned his head down and licked at one, grazing it with his tongue and then taking the whole bud into his mouth.

She moaned his name, “Mark, oh my god, Mark…” He done the same thing with the other breast and then started licking his way down her belly only to stop short of her waiting lips and lick his way back up again. Cherie’s hands were still pinned above her head, preventing her from returning any favors.

He finally came back up to her face and looked at her, smiling. In his free hand he held two scarves…she nodded at him again.

“Mark, please…” He took one hand and brought it to the bed post, took the scarf and tied it around the two of them in a loose knot.

“You can get free if you want to, but I’m hoping you won’t try. It’s more fun not to.”

“Okay, I won’t try, I promise.” He repeated the moves all over with the other hand and when she was tied in place, bent his head toward her and kissed her face.

He moved back down to her breasts again, sucking the nipples, kneading them in his hands. She was close to cumming already and he knew it. He kept kissing her nipples, alternately sucking hard on them and licking them lightly. Cherie moaned loudly and went rigid…she came quietly, breathing his name again and again.

“Told you it would be fun,” he said.

He started licking his way down her stomach again…hands still on her breasts, squeezing them. She was breathing heavily now, “Mark, please, please fuck me with your tongue…I want to cum all over your face…”

He parted her thighs and placed his tongue at the opening of her lips…tasting them, inhaling the smell. She moved her hips, trying to get closer to him. He moved away, teasing her. Then darted his tongue forward and flicked her clitoris lightly, sending tingles up and down her body.

Mark spread her lips with his fingers and pushed his face into her pussy. Licking hard now, letting it slide between her clit and her hot hole. Cherie groaned loudly, grinding her hips into his face, pushing against him for full contact. She felt his slide one finger, then two into her pussy and he started plunging them in and out, still licking her clit. She writhed around on the bed, head rolling back and forth, breath coming in gasps. Cumming all over his face, hips bucking, screaming with pleasure.

He gave one last lick and then sat up and smiled at her.

“Mark, want to taste your cock…please, babe.”

He sat back and made her watch as he started to stroke himself. She moaned in frustration, not taking her eyes off of him. She could see the pre-cum glistening on the head, and licked her lips. He started stroking faster and faster, kneeling over her now. Then in one swift movement he lay down atop her and slid his cock into her. Cherie screamed his name out loud as he entered and came immediately, quivering and shaking.

Mark slid back, sliding all the way out and then plunged in again. Faster and faster, groaning her name over and over.

“Come on baby, fuck me,” he told her. “Fuck me hard, cum for me again…”

Cherie’s hips were bucking fast now, rising up to meet him, holding on to the bed posts for support. She wrapped her silky legs around his firm ass and wouldn’t let go. She wanted him to cum.

“Oh, Mark, love your hard, thick cock…want it faster, deeper, want to make you scream with desire, want to make you hot, want to make you cum…”, she cried out.

His cock was pistoning in and out of her faster and faster and when kadıköy escort she felt the first jerk of his cock, her tightened her muscles around him, milking him dry. He buried his head between her breasts, saying my name over and over.

The air was thick with the smell of sex and passion. Cherie breathed deeply and looked at him tenderly. He met her gaze, kissed her lips, cheeks, eyelids. Her breathing started to slow down. She let her hands fall from the scarves, looked up at him and said,

“Now it’s your turn…”

“Cherie, you don’t need to if you don’t want to…” Mark said.

“But I do want to,” she said. “I want to bring you to the heights of pleasure babe.” She smiled at him and brought the scarves out again…waggling them in front of his face.

He smiled, “Okay, hon, bring it on.”

She tied his arms the same way that he had tied hers, loosely, just enough to keep him down. She leaned over him, grazing his lips, kissing him gently. She traced his lips with her tongue, delicately poking it into his mouth and withdrawing it. Teasing him. Cherie reached for a candle that had been burning on the night stand and blew it out. She let the wax cool and started letting drops splatter onto his chest. While it was still warm she spread it around, over his nipples, across his chest. He moaned lightly and the sound sent shivers down her spine.

She kept kissing him gently, nibbling on his lips, his neck, his ears; looked down and seen that he was growing hard. She started kissing her way down his chest, to his stomach and back up again. She reached down and picked a peacock feather out of the box of toys and brought it up, letting him see it. Taking the feather, she traced a line down his stomach, down to his erection, brushing it, tickling him. His breath was becoming erratic.

“Are you having fun, Mark? Do you like the sensations that I’m causing?” she asked him.

“God, Cherie, this is great…” he breathed.

“Are you hot for me yet?” Cherie breathed.

“Yes, so hot…wish you could cool me off…”

“Not yet, babe. Good things come to those who wait,” She was being evil and he knew it.

Cherie suddenly jumped off of the bed and ran out of the room. Mark looked on with a bewildered expression. She flicked out to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing something she knew that he liked. She ran back into the bedroom holding them in her hand…a carton of fresh strawberries. She had remembered him mentioning that he liked plain strawberries and had picked some up for him. He smiled at her as she sat down on the bed next to him. She picked a plump, juicy berry out of the carton and held it between my fingers, placing it over his mouth. His lips wrapped around it and he bit it in half. She put the remaining half in his mouth for him and took another full one out of the carton. He licked the tip of this one before biting it…She was finding this strangely erotic…

Cherie put the strawberries off to one side and leaned over and kissed him, letting her tongue slide sensuously into his mouth, thrusting at him. She could still taste the berries on his breath. She wrapped her hands in his hair and he went to do the same, only to bring up solid because of the scarves.

She laughed gently, “Ah, ah, ah. No touching for you this evening. I’m the one that gets to have all the fun tonight.”

Mark groaned in frustration, “I guess I deserve this for earlier, don’t I?”

She nodded my head and started kissing him again, letting her hand trail down his chest, down his belly, and finally taking his erection in it. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, grasping it firmly. Her hand slide along the length of if, thumb rubbing the head, spreading pre-cum across it. His hips were rocking, making the bed creak. She lifted her hand to my mouth and licked the precum off of her fingers, letting him see her tongue slide slowly across each and every one of them. His breathing hitched in his throat and he swallowed loudly.

“Would you like me to do that to something else?” Cherie asked.

“Oh, Cherie, you can do that to whatever you want,” he panted.

She smiled and leaned down, trailing my tongue across his belly, over his cock, down to his balls. Taking one into her mouth and sucked it lightly. He groaned loudly and the sound made shivers run up and down her spine. She licked back up to the head of his cock and started licking it like a lollipop, making little slurping noises as she did so. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and started to suck. Gently at first, and only the head. He was moving his ass around, bostancı escort bayan trying to push more of it into hot mouth, but she kept moving away from him.

“Suck me, please. Oh god, suck me off,” he moaned.

Cherie looked up at him, catching his eyes, and then took the entire shaft into heruth in one swift motion. He animalistic grunt made herngle. She started to pump him in and out of her mouth, tongue licking the underside of his cock, lips holding tight.

“You’re so hot,” he said. “So wet, so hot, making me want to cum in your mouth.”

She pumped faster now, holding his balls in my hand, gently cupping them. She was waiting for them to contract, telling her when he was ready. Cherie was whimpering now too, getting horny for him, wanting to do nothing more than jump on him and ride him till we were both satisfied. He was bucking wildly beneath me now and she felt the contraction she was looking for. Then his cock started jerking, spurting load after load of hot, salty cum into her mouth. She swallowed as quickly as sheI could, but some of it still escaped, flowing out onto her chin, dripping onto her breasts.

She let him slide from my mouth and smiled. “You feel better now, hon?”

“Oh yeah. That was great.”

“And I’ve only just begun,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Ahhhhhh, have mercy on my bod,” he said, smiling back.

She fed him more strawberries, letting him get his energy back up. Watching the way he was eating them was definitely making me hot. He knew it too, and became more and more erotic with them, licking them and sucking them before biting them. She couldn’t wait any longer and started kissing him again, tongue sliding around in his mouth aggressively, nibbling and sucking his lips. Mark stared to shift around on the bed and she knew she was making him hard again. Perfect.

Still kissing him, her hand slid between my legs, priming herself for him. Her fingers slid across her clit, making her shudder. She fingered myself lightly, moaning softly with passion. She decided that she was wet enough and slid her hand out and straddled him. She took his cock in her hand and placed it just so, taking great care to position it properly and tease him at the same time. Then, in one smooth motion, she let it slide into her hot hole. She was moaning loudly and so did he. Cherie stayed in an upright position, so he could see exactly what she was doing to herself.

She took both of her breasts into her hands and started kneading them; letting her thumbs brush across her nipples, making them hard. Her hips pumped slowly, controlling the pace, hardly moving. His eyes were locked on hers, pupils dilated. She let go of one breast and slid her free hand down her belly, toward her pubic area…his eyes never moved. She slid a finger in between her lips, finding her hard clit. She started stroking it and rubbing it making her hips move faster. He was started pumping faster too, reading her mind.

She took her hand off of her breast, away from her clit, and leaned over him, kissing him softly, gently, pressing herself against his chest.

“Having fun, Mark? Do you like what I’m doing?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes,” he breathed.

She sat up slightly, still pumping her hips, and slid a nipple into his mouth. His latched on willingly and started to alternately lick and suck it. She began to move faster again…breathing heavily now.

“Babe, I’m gonna cum I think,” she moaned.

“Oh, yeah, cum for me…cum all over me,” he said.

Cherie reached up and took a hold of the headboard for better leverage and started riding him. Her hair was flying all over the place, sweat was running down her body in large drops. She was saying his name over and over.

“C’mon, Cherie, fuck me harder,” he said. “I know you can go harder than this.”

She started moving more quickly, sliding up and down his shaft, panting, whimpering. Breasts swaying back and forth in front of his face. She was quivering all over, getting closer and closer. She finally threw her head back, screaming like a banshee. Cumming and cumming and cumming, again and again. He was yelling to, telling her to fuck him, make him cum. She was still riding him like a bucking bronco and still cumming…

His back arched then, and she knew he was cumming too. His cock jerked deep inside her, letting out his load. They were both screaming like animals now, making unintelligible noises.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” she said, laying atop him, his cock still inside her, softening. “That was great, Mark. I’m glad you told me you had this thing you wanted to do.”

“I’m glad you trusted me enough to do it,” Mark replied. “That was wild and I loved it.”

Cherie untied him and lay down next to him, her hand on his chest. He placed his hand over hers and that’s the way they fell asleep.

Sweet dreams…

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Hi, reader. Thanks for checking out my story. You might want to read the first part of this story, “Liz, Undone”, for a little more character/story development, but I tried to make this one entertaining on its own. I’m pretty new to this, so suggestions and constructive criticism is most appreciated.

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We left the restaurant, Liz and I chatting with our new friend, David, as we walked the few blocks to the hotel. David seemed like a good guy, of course, or Liz wouldn’t have invited him along. He was about my height at 6′ tall. Maybe a little heavier than my 170 lbs, but still lean. He had a full head of hair, brown with a little gray, worn short. I guessed he was in his mid-40’s.

The conversation was fun and suggestive, as you would expect. But there was an understood line of anonymity that wasn’t crossed: no last names, what we did for a living without sharing exactly where, the realization that everyone was local but no precise locations, etc.

We arrived at the hotel, a mid-range business class chain which I stayed at frequently in my travels. It fit nicely in the firm’s usual budget and was fairly ubiquitous. And my diamond status got us the “suite” upgrade when Liz checked in that afternoon. We entered through the lobby and headed to the elevators. As I pushed the recall button, David looked at Liz and said, “I’ve never done this before. Should we talk about boundaries?”

“Ummm, neither have I…” Liz replied and shifted her gaze to me.

“Well, that makes three of us. The only one I can think of is ‘no means no’. That should cover it.”

“Of course, mister ‘ask forgiveness not permission’ would say that!” Liz laughed while rolling her eyes. Looking at David, she continued, “Plus, he knows with me it’s much more likely to come out as yes or maybe than no, so…”

“Alright then,” he replied, “Let’s go have that drink!”

Just then, the doors opened and a group of four spilled out. We stepped in, Liz pushed the 7 button and the doors slid closed. As the car started to move, I leaned over to Liz and we shared a deep, slow kiss. When we broke apart, I said to her, “We’re probably being rude. I bet David feels left out right now.”

Liz looked me in the eye and replied, “Maybe, but he has a nice handful of ass under my dress at the moment, so I don’t think he’s too upset.” I looked back over her shoulder and saw David’s arm disappearing under her skirt. Then I looked up at him. He simply shrugged with a bemused look on his face, eliciting a short laugh from me.

Just then, the doors dinged and opened and we stepped out, Liz leading the way to the room. We found the right door, I popped it open with my handy app and we stepped inside. Moving past the bathroom and down the short hallway, Liz stopped short and said, “Oops. Guess I should’ve come up and straightened up first. I seem to have left my unmentionables laying out.”

I already knew. David’s glance followed her eyes to the nightstand where she had laid out a selection of toys. It was an impressive display but not nearly our entire collection. Just tonight’s intended greatest hits, so to speak.

David’s eyebrows raised slightly and he said, “I would say, don’t worry I’ve seen it all before. But, honestly, there are a couple of things there that are new…”

“Well, if you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll get a demo before the night’s over,” Liz offered lightly. Then she turned to me and asked, “Ray, get us some ice? I want to freshen up a bit while you pour everyone a stiff drink. I think I could use one.”

“Ditto,” David added. I grabbed the ice bucket and headed out in search of the ice machine. When I returned, David had removed his shoes and made himself at home on the couch in the sitting area.

“Bourbon. Rocks or neat are your choices. We don’t have any mixers,” I informed him.

“On the rocks is great. It’s good bourbon, so a mixer would be a travesty.”

“Good man,” I said as I handed him his drink.

“Hope you still feel that way in a couple of hours,” he said, testing.

I settled on the loveseat across from him with drinks for Liz and I and laughed, “Hey, I’m not the one you have to impress!”

“Touché!” and we raised our glasses in a silent toast. “You’re a lucky guy, Ray. Liz is quite a lady. Funny, smart, attractive and… ummm… open-minded.”

“Well, let’s both hope you still feel that way in a couple of hours.” We shared a nervous laugh over that one just as Liz exited the bathroom. In a slight surprise, she was still wearing her dress. She walked straight to me, took the drink I offered and promptly killed half of it. Nerves.

She sat down next to me, curled her feet under her, finished it off and said to me, “May I have another, sir?”

“That seems like a good idea,” I replied and got up to refill her.

As I was pouring, she asked David, “Would you close the shade, please?”

“Please what?” David was getting the idea.

“Please, sir?” Liz replied quietly, as her eyes danced in suppressed joy.

“No, I think I’d maltepe escort like them open. But you can dim the lights if you’d like.” He definitely had the idea now.

By the time she had adjusted the lights to her comfortable level and returned to the loveseat, I was there with her drink. She sat and started to curl her legs again. Then she stopped, swung her leg over my lap and straddled me. Leaning down, she found my lips and swirled her tongue around mine in a long, slow kiss. I reached under her dress with both hands and grabbed a cheek in each. As the kiss continued, I slid a hand between the cleft of her ass until I found what I was looking for. The plug was still in her ass, of course…

With my middle finger, I pushed hard on the base, forcing it deeper into her rectum. I felt her breath catch as she stopped kissing me and her head dropped to my shoulder with a soft moan. Releasing the pressure, I slid my hand further down to caress the lips, which were slick and coated with the copious juices flowing from her cunt and already soaking my hand and darkening the crotch of my jeans.

“How are you feeling?” I asked quietly.

She widened her eyes and responded, “Nervous. Like a huge slut.” Then, after a brief hesitation, she smiled, “Horny as hell.”

“Why nervous?” I grinned.

“Such a dick,” she responded as she rolled her eyes.

Then Liz looked into my eyes and said, “I guess it’s time to get this party started, sir.” I looked back with a question and in response got a sparkle in her eyes and a cocked brow.

“I think David has waited long enough. Take off your dress, slut,” I commanded, slipping into my boss voice again.

“Yes, sir. Could you give me a hand, please?” And in a slight character breach, “This thing isn’t going to unzip itself, after all.”

With that, I reached up her back and pulled the zipper on her dress slowly down to her waist. As I did, we looked at each other with what would probably best be described as a shit’s-getting-real face…

Liz backed off my lap, stood to the side and did a ¾ turn toward David, opposite me on the couch. They locked eyes momentarily before his dropped to her torso in expectation. Liz stepped out of each of her flats and kicked them behind her, making him wait momentarily. She reached across to the left spaghetti strap and dragged it off her shoulder, letting it fall down her arm. That side of the dress dropped down, fully exposing her D-cup breast. It was full and pert and capped with a prominent nipple the size of a large eraser.

“Now the rest of it,” I said quietly.

“Yes, sir,” and she reached across to remove the remaining strap from her shoulder. Her dress dropped, catching briefly at her waist as she straightened her left arm, before landing in a puddle around her feet. She stood staring at David, looking for his reaction as he examined her nudity. A small smile crept across her face.

I watched Liz carefully. Her lips were slightly parted as she nervously ran her tongue over them. Her chest was flushed and heaved a bit as her breathing deepened. Her breasts were high and pert, the nipples a brighter pink than usual and protruding a half-inch at least. Her tummy and waist were the flat and trim, but of a 56-year-old mom not a 25-year-old waif. Such a lovely sight.

Her ass was round from daily walks and occasional trips to the Y. The normally tightly trimmed bush was mostly gone, only a quarter size patch remaining perched above her clit, as a special treat for me this evening. And now David as well, I guess. Her cunt was red and swollen, the labia blooming open, abundant juices glistening there and on her upper inner thighs.

As David’s eyes roved from Liz’s crotch to her tits to her face then retraced their track, I broke the silence saying, “You love to suck cock, don’t you, slut?”

She looked at me. “Yes, sir. I love to please.” Which was true. But she also loved the power she felt watching how helpless a man was as she made him cum in her mouth…

“Maybe David will let you suck his cock, slut, if you ask him nicely.”

She turned back and asked, “David, sir, may I suck your cock? I’m really, really good. You will be pleased.”

David’s eyes dropped to Liz’s tits as he said, “Come here.”

She stepped carefully out of the dress around her ankles and crossed over to him, stepping around a rectangular leather ottoman. Stopping a foot away, Liz turned to face David, arms by her side and feet together. He reached out and placed a hand on her hip, stroking it lightly as he ordered, “Turn around.”

Liz turned slowly, David’s fingers dragging lightly across her lower tummy as she pivoted, stopping with her gorgeous ass facing him. “Bend over, hands on the ottoman. Feet shoulder width.”

She complied quickly but smoothly. The ottoman was a comfortable height. Her leaking pussy was fully exposed to the stranger behind her, but her hooded eyes easily found mine without craning her neck too hard. David’s head appeared around Liz’s mamak escort hip and he gave me a small grin and nod. As he ducked back, I saw his hand move toward her crotch. There was a quick intake of breath as Liz’s eyes flared, then closed. A moan burst from her lips and I knew that David was pressing on the plug still lodged firmly in her ass. Another quick breath and her head dropped down between her shoulders, as she uttered a quiet, “Oh my god…” followed by a long, low groan…

More movement behind and Liz’s head came up slowly, as she took a deep breath. Her hips started to grind slightly as she looked at me through hooded eyes and purred, “He’s licking me, sir. Oh my god, so good…”

He grasped her waist in both hands, pulling her back onto his exploring tongue. As her pleasure built, Liz leaned back into David and started to grind her hips harder onto his mouth. Her moans were starting to build as well.

Then she gasped as he suddenly vacated his mouth from her frothing cunt and stood. David grasped the back of Liz’s hair with one hand and pulled her upright, while using the other to turn her profile to me. Still with his hand wrapped in her hair, he tilted her head back and dipped his. Lips met and tongues danced slowly for seconds.

“How do you taste, whore?” David growled at her as he withdrew from her lips.

“I hope as good to you as I do to me, sir,” was her hesitant reply.

“Such a slut. Of course you like the taste of your own cunt. Now, on your slut knees. I want to fuck that filthy mouth,” he ordered.

Liz shuddered and there was a small smile on her lips as she sunk to her knees and quietly responded, “Yes, sir.” She glanced over to me as she settled into place, then looked up, waiting. I focused on the scene with rapt attention.

“What, do you want a diagram, slut? I thought you were some great cocksucker?” David barked condescendingly.

Liz looked to me with eyes ablaze with arousal as intense as I had ever seen from her. With a quiet calm I wasn’t feeling I said, “Do it. We both know if you don’t get a cock in your mouth right now, you’ll explode, you slut.”

She looked back up as she reached for his belt and stated, “I really do love to suck cock.” Liz unclasped David’s belt, opened his slacks and slid them over his impressive bulge and down his legs. He stepped out of them, peeling his socks off at the same time. Liz picked them up and reached around, tossing them behind her. Then she grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pulled it out and down and let it drop to his feet as his rigid cock flopped forward. An “Oh, wow!” escaped Liz simultaneously with a much quieter “whoa…” from me.

Now, like any smart woman, Liz had unfailingly assured me that my cock was the biggest she had ever had when I referred to it as “upper-average”. Since practically every woman I had ever slept with had expressed the same thing, at least before any bad break ups had occurred, I routinely doubted these assertions. Mostly just to keep myself properly grounded…

Don’t get me wrong, I’m perfectly comfortable with my cock size. An interested second party had measured it full mast at 6″ insertable and almost 5″ in girth, using the tried and true “string method”. Solid upper-average figures. And, based on literally decades (!) of feedback, I was pretty comfortable that whatever I might have lacked in length and breadth was more than made up for with technique and sheer enthusiasm. Plus, I figured the extra effort helped keep me nice and slim, saving tons in gym memberships. Win, win.

Liz’s reaction tended to convince me she had been sincere. David looked to be a good inch longer than me and slightly thicker as well. Not as big as the 8.5″ dildo, Lyon, residing on the nightstand, but it was somehow more impressive attached to an actual body. In her defense, it was the biggest I cock I’d ever seen in the flesh either. But it was also the first one I’d seen hard, other than my own, of course, outside of porn. Unlike Liz. So, like I said, I now tended to believe her sincerity. Well, I wanted this, so now I was gonna have to own it. I guess Liz could look forward to some extra enthusiasm in the immediate future. Oy…

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” David smirked down at Liz. “Now wrap those slut lips around my cock.” With that, he grabbed his dick in his hand and slapped it twice on Liz’s lips and chin, spattering precum on her nose.

Liz quietly said, “Yes, sir,” and replaced his hand with hers, rising up fully on her knees. She leaned forward, extending her tongue to sample the fluid remaining smeared over the tip of David’s cock and swiping it up and down. She retracted it into her mouth, seeming to savor the taste as she first glanced up at David’s face, then over at me.

“Not sure if I can handle this monster,” she observed as she turned back to the task, “but damned sure gonna try.” With one hand firmly wrapped around the base, she opened wide as she leaned in and engulfed the head. She worked her tongue around the purple ofise gelen escort flesh, getting some saliva working in her mouth. Then she started to bob and suck on the shaft, slowly working more into her mouth with each thrust.

With my cock raging and leaking in my jeans, I got up to retrieve the coconut oil from the nightstand. Returning, I approached the scene and reached for Liz’s free hand which was resting on David’s left thigh. Turning the palm up, I flipped open the top of the tube and squirted a generous amount. Liz closed her fist and coated her palm and fingers, which she then used to lube up the cock as she briefly removed her sucking mouth. As she resumed her ministrations, her coated hand went to her cunt and started to stroke slowly. As David started to unbutton his shirt, I took that as a good time to return to the couch, finish off my bourbon in a big gulp and start to disrobe.

As I removed my shirt and shoes, I watched as Liz took more and more of the beast deeper in her mouth with every thrust. She flattened her tongue, extending it past her lips trying to open more room in the back of her throat. Spit started leaking from the corner of her mouth and down her chin as she struggled to take all of him.

His shirt now gone, David pulled Liz’s hand from the base of his cock and grasped her head in his hands. “You trying to swallow this cock, slut? Let me help you with that.”

Liz rested her palm on David’s thighs as he started fucking her face. Fast strokes ravaged her mouth, bumping the back of her throat, causing her to gag and drool. Her chest was heaving and she occasionally used her hands to control his thrusting, but wasn’t pulling away. David eventually ceased watching Liz and tilted his head back, closing his eyes and slowing his fucking of her mouth. Now naked as well, I was slowly stroking my now oiled dick as I watched my girlfriend eagerly suck a stranger’s cock. It was even more arousing than I had imagined.

Liz finally pulled away from David’s assault on her throat and said, “Sit. I think I can get it all down from that angle. Sir.” David willingly complied, sitting and lounging back onto the couch. Liz put a knee on the couch, braced the other foot on the floor, grabbed the base of the huge cock in front of her and, after another admiring glance, looked at me with sparkling eyes before engulfing it once more.

I was way past ready to join in, but had no interest in interrupting this particular quest of hers. I encouraged it and I was damned sure going to own it! I watched as Liz worked the cock in her mouth, licking and sucking and bobbing on it. Forcing it deeper into her throat. I now had a view of her glistening pussy and the black t-base of the plug in her ass. David muttered an “Oh my god…” as I saw Liz’s nose finally press into the thatch of hair at the base of the huge cock. I decided it was time to join the happy couple.

Reading my mind, Liz retreated from her conquest long enough to look over her shoulder and explain, “I need a cock in this slut cunt now, sir.” She fixed me with a smoldering look, then went back to her work as I rose and approached her completely vulnerable rear. She started licking and sucking her way down David’s hefty shaft as I took my rigid cock in hand and rubbed the very angry purple head up and down her leaking slit. Liz started in surprise at the contact but quickly regained her previous rhythm.

David had his hand resting on the back of Liz’s head, head back and eyes closed, as he said to her, “That’s it, you fucking dirty slut, take my cock down your throat while your boyfriend fucks your whore cunt.” On that note, I lined up with her gaping opening, leaned forward and buried my cock into her steaming gash in one long hard stroke, grabbed onto her hips and held myself there.

Liz recoiled from the cock lodged deep in her mouth and let out a short scream. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!! So fucking good!!”

As I started to take long strokes in and out of her grasping cunt, Liz rested her head on her shoulder, catching her breath as she stroked David with her left hand. I continued to fuck her, varying my pace as Liz went back to work at deepthroating the cock in her face. I reached around to rub her protruding clit, causing her pussy to clamp down on me momentarily.

We got into a good rhythm; my cock and finger working on Liz, her mouth working on David. Liz rocked back onto me as I thrust at her cunt, then bobbed onto him as she rocked forward. The increasing frequency and volume of Liz’s moans told me she was approaching a crest.

I grabbed Liz’s hips and dragged her away from the couch, pulling her off David’s throbbing cock with mine still buried in her hot, buttery tunnel. “Stand up, man. Time to spit roast this slut,” I told David as he looked up in surprise. He smiled and rose.

“How do you feel about that, slut?”

“Oh, my god, yes! Just fuck me! Fill me up!”

David stepped forward with his angry cock in his hand, grabbed the back of Liz’s head and fed it into her parted lips, starting to fuck her face again with hard strokes. I grabbed the base of the plug and started fucking it in and out in rhythm with my cock pounding her wet pussy. Liz was holding on to David’s thighs, moaning and crying out around his huge cock as we pounded her from each end.

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During the summer of my freshman year at college, I was extremely sexually active with a former high school classmate named Rachel. She was an incredibly pretty girl, tall and skinny, beautiful short black hair worn in a ponytail, and an incredible personality. Rachel was a total tomboy, wore baggy clothes and rock band t shirts, never wore make-up, and was a total stoner.

I used to call her flower child because she was a hippy, perfect for Woodstock, born in the wrong generation. In fact, Rachel was the person who got me into drinking, smoking and having sex out of relationships. At first glance she looked to be a good girl, but at home she had to be one of the most, if not the most, freaky women I’ve ever been with. That summer with Rachel was the first time I ever had really good sex — she was into anal, oral, raw dogging, using toys, all the good stuff.

As summer progressed, most of our time was spent hanging together and with friends at her house since it was the “lawless spot.” Basically, everyone came to her house to hang out in the backyard to drink, hook up and smoke pot since Rachel’s house had no parental limitations.

Her father was a middle-aged, balding guy that worked at a supermarket and was a stoner himself, so he either wasn’t home or didn’t care if us college kids had a little illicit fun at his place. Unfortunately, Rachel’s mother had died years prior and it was only her dad and her living in their house.

I definitely found her father to be a strange guy when I first started hanging out with her since we’d always be at his house partying and he’d never talk to any of us, introduce himself, or join the party. The most he’d do is say hi before going upstairs to his room and closing the door — practically every time I had ever seen him there.

I didn’t think much of it because he allowed us to have fun while he was home, and especially because I fucked his daughter in his house pretty much nightly. At first when we started fucking, I was a bit uncomfortable to have sex with her at night when her dad was home because her bedroom was across the hall from her fathers, and I didn’t want to be disrespectful. She insisted that it was fine, that she did it all the time with other guys, so I took her word for it.

At first, we kept it quiet but as we had more and more sex and started to expand on the kinkiness of the sex, we started to get louder and louder to the point where her moans were definitely making their way into his room. After the first few times of intense sex while he was home, I figured that he was cool with it and didn’t hold back.

One time while her father was away at work, we ran out of weed and decided to check his room to see if he had any that we could borrow, and when we were searching his stuff, we ran into a shoebox under his bed filled to the brim with hardcore porn magazines. “butt-man,” was his magazine of choice, and opening one of them up we saw page after page of sexy women getting their assholes fucked and gaped. Funny, we thought as we absolutely loved to hit wild anal sessions with plenty of ass gaping.

Finding his porn made us a little bit horny, and we decided to look on his computer to see what kind of crazy porn he had. When we opened his folders, we saw one titled “my stuff” and inside were hundreds of folders of all types of crazy porn. We scrolled through the insanely organized folder: teen, anal, BBC, Japanese, actress names, etc.; until we saw a strange folder called Rach (what he called her).

When we opened up the Rach folder we saw about 20 video files, ranging in length from 5 minutes to 12 hours, with various dates as the title. Each date had a separate video next to it called “X date, edited). We clicked on an edited one from a year ago we saw a hidden camera setup aimed at Rachel’s bed. After fast-forwarding a few minutes, Rachel was slightly pictured on her bed getting absolutely pounded by some guy.

Rachel looked shocked as she stared at her father’s screen, watching a video of her being fucked doggystyle in her room. The sound worked too, and her and her lover’s moans filled the room through the speakers. Rachel’s room was always messy with clothes and items all over the place, and we recognized the exact location of where her dad left the camera as a spot on her dresser, aimed right at the bed from the back.

Rachel looked away after about a minute and started looking around his room to get the weed we were actually after. I was speechless as I went through the edited videos, eventually clicking on the most recent one which was titled a date the previous week. I wasn’t surprised to open the video and eventually see myself dicking Rachel down. From the angle he did his camera in the room, he could barely see Rachel at all, it was mostly focused on my back. However, when I pounded her in missionary position, he had a pretty decent (yet blurry) shot of my dick going entirely in and out of her vagina. In between each pump of her pussy, he was able to catch a glimpse of her brown escort ataşehir little asshole before my balls covered it. I thought it was a shame that he went through all that work and couldn’t get any good footage of his daughter getting railed.

“Oh my god,” Rachel said as she picked up another shoebox from her closet. She showed me that inside of it was at least three or four pairs of her panties in Ziplock bags, most likely for his sniffing and masturbating pleasure. I personally didn’t blame him for snagging a few of her thongs — I myself had stolen a few after fuck sessions because her stinky musk stinks to her underwear like glue. Her thongs would stay stinky for months after I’d steal them, offering countless nights of sucking them for my nuts. She said that she couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed a camera after all those times (there were at least 20 sex sessions captured that he had edited on his computer).

We closed his computer, put away the thong box, and went out to go to a friend’s house to get more weed. On the way there we talked about what we say and discussed how we felt about it. She told me that she was shocked but didn’t really care that much. “My Dad is my dad… he’s been recording me for over a year already, and probably had these panties for some time now, it’s not like anything really changed today by finding out,” she said.

When I asked her if her father secretly recording her and stealing her panties turned her on, she blushed a bit as she said, “yeah, it made me wet.” She asked me how I felt having my cock captured as it forced its way into her tight holes, and I told her that I was a bit disappointed for him that he didn’t get any quality sex footage, only shots of the guys humping from what I saw. I suggested that we should give him some footage that’ll make him get rid of his butt-man magazines for good. Letting out a laugh, she agreed and said, “alright daddy, we’re on.” The plan was to give him a full inspection of Rachel’s womanhood: quality footage of her vagina, asshole and titties, and a close-up showcase of her holes getting fucked and gaped, with a massive cream pie to top it off.

We finished at our friend’s house, and we just dying to fuck at this point, so we began to head home. It was around 7 to 8 pm on a Friday night, which we knew would be her father’s prime time in his room. Having been gone all day, we hoped that he’d try to hide to camera to catch a glimpse of Rachel getting fucked. We made a good bit of noise when we got home to make him aware of the fact that we were home. In her room, we checked the spots he hid his camera in in the videos to see if it was there, and to our dismay there was no camera there. We decided to roll a joint and step outside, leaving her room empty, so that her dad might muster the courage to hide his camera.

After about 15 minutes in the backyard, we went back upstairs and closed her bedroom door. When we checked the located on her dresser that was used as his last vantage point from when I fucked Rachel the previous week, there it was, hidden in a pile of clothes with the lens aimed at the bed; red record button beeping when I picked it up. I turned off record and put the camera down to prepare to record my cock make use of his daughter’s holes. I was so turned on by the idea of filming Rachel’s holes for her father that I knew it’d be a quick orgasm from me that night — so my goal was to gather short, concise shots of Rachel’s holes as my cock opened them up.

As I grabbed the camera, Rachel revealed her pale white skin as she took off her clothes on her bed. I commanded her to stop at the thong to give him one hell of a surprise when he opens the footage and immediately sees his daughter’s spread legs and crotch in nothing but one of the tiny thongs he’d be inhaling as he jerked off. With that, she laid down on her stomach and spread her legs really ride, revealing her black micro thong string barely covering her holes. I brought the camera down to the level of the bed, about a foot back from her spread crotch, and hit record.

I was hard as a rock as I moved the camera between her thighs about six inches away from her barely covered holes. Her pink, clean shaven pussy skin was showing in its entirety surrounding the black dental floss, and her brown asshole skin and tiny little asshole hairs were clearly visible in high definition on the camera screen as she spread her asscheeks as wide as she could. Keeping the camera steady and fixed right on her crotch, I pulled aside the tiny string to reveal her hungry holes. My cock oozed precum at the thought of her father watching as I began to rub her exposed holes. Putting the camera down on the bed, aimed right at her crotch, and spreading her legs in nearly a full split, I began to rub my rock-solid cock up against both of her holes; giving him a beautiful view of my solid cock tip rubbing her asshole.

Rubbing lube onto my tip, he had a bird’s eye view of my cock ramming its way straight into Rachel’s vagina. She let kadıköy escort bayan out an intense moan as I slowly worked my rod to the deepest depths of her love canal. When my cock was fully inside, balls to her vagina, I began to slowly thrust my cock in and out of her pussy, from the tip all the way to the ball sack. Our love moans filled the room as I picked up tempo and started pounding her wet pussy — going absolutely wild at the thought of her father jerking off right that moment to the sounds of our sex. After some pounding, I repositioned the camera onto a pillow to get a higher vantage point of her asshole before I grabbed the lube. Making sure my legs were completely out of the shot, focusing on nothing more than Rachel’s prone asshole and my cock about to enter it, I turned the camera back on and immediately rammed my dick straight into her brown dunghole.

Starting with slow shallow thrusts, I eventually worked my cock ball sack deep into her shithole. Once it was fully in her, I started giving her slow, full tip-to-ball sack deep thrusts to give her dad a taste of her asshole being stretched out. Rachel was almost screaming from pleasure, probably equally as turned on to be getting analed for her dad as I was to be analing her for her dad. After a few full-length pumps, I pulled my cock out to reveal an insane asshole gape that Rachel and I had been practicing all summer.

Rachel knew exactly how to relax her asshole muscles and force out air, so as she spread her ass cheeks wide and revealed her asshole gape, she forced their air out of her asshole to show it winking and farting. *Pllluuuurrppppp* Her asshole grips my cock so tight when we fuck, every time I pull it out after a minute of pounding it makes an insane suction cup sound as her gaping black hole asshole sucks in all the air around it to fill the 8 inch void my cock leaves behind. I gave her dad a nice 5 second view of her daughter on her stomach, legs spread wide, with a gaping black hole for an asshole the size of a quarter — nice and close up.

Next, I got her to her knees, had her stick her ass directly into the air, chest low, and held the camera in my hand, fixed on her asshole, as I stuck my lubed cock right back into her shitter. After about 10-15 full length thrusts of my rock-solid cock I’d pull it out to reveal a fat gape; this time pulling out a huge fart with it as Rachel pushed my cock out of her with her asshole muscles as if my cock was a log going straight into the toilet. As she forced my cock out, the air left with it and a massive fart filled the room: camera fixed directly on her farting asshole. After the fart, another suction as the black hole opened right back up, hungry for more of my fat rod.

To finish myself (and her Dad) off, I put the camera down flat on the bed, got under Rachel and let her mount and ride my cock with her asshole, entire vagina staring right into the camera as her asshole got worked. As I got close to dumping my load, she stayed still in the air on all fours and I began thrusting my cock into her asshole until my ball sack was on the verge of explosion. After I felt my nut coming, I pumped a dozen super-fast full tip-to-ball sack thrusts into her and then stood still as my cock shot pump after pump of thick semen directly into her asshole. The camera probably saw my cock vein pulsing as it unloaded each pump into her asshole.

I could only hold my cock still a few seconds to show the camera my nuts pumping into her before I had to give her a few more deep thrusts. After my thrusts, Rachel fell down onto my lap, cock still deep in her asshole, and I pulled back her legs to show the camera my cock coming out of her and the nut slowly dripping out the asshole onto the bed. I must’ve shot half a cup of semen directly into her bunghole for the camera — at least enough for a few visible pulses of the cock-vein. After a few seconds of clear footage on her holes, I turned the camera off and put it in the exact position we found it in. We also left the dirty thong that she was wearing at the start of the video right on the counter near where we found the camera. Excited to see how he reacted to his gift, we went to bed and planned to see how he’d react when he checked the footage out.

The next morning Rachel told him that we’d be out for a few hours, and we went outside for about 30 minutes before we snuck back in the house. We crept up the stairs at the speed of a snail, not making a single sound, and discovered that her dad’s door was closed. First we slipped into her room without making a sound to check if the camera was there. After moving the clothes aside, we found that both the thong and the camera was gone. Next, we slowly crept out of the room and put our ears near the bottom of his door to see if we could hear anything.

Sure enough, I heard our heavy breathing and his love whispers: “uhh, uhh, uhhh, holly fuckk, uhhhh.” “Ahhhhhhh!” *sniff* “Ahhhhhh!” *sniff* “Ahhhhhhh!” was being practically screamed from his room as it sounded escort bostancı as though he was sniffing Rachel’s thong featured in the video as he pleasured his cock with his greatest fantasy before his eyes. Minutes passed by as we heard his moans louder and louder until he finally blurted out “hollyyy fuckkkkk, ahhhhhh,” immediately followed by the sound of his chair rolling backwards. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkk” and “mmhmmmhmmmm (probably the sound of him tasting the pussy and asshole string of his daughter’s thong) filled the air.

After a few seconds of hearing his heavy breathing, we slowly went down the stairs, afraid that he’d come out and find us listening in on him, and immediately shot out of the back door and ran for the neighboring backyards. He probably heard us making noise as we ran out of there, so Rachel and I had to decide what to do for later that day when we got back. Should we play it off like nothing happened or confront him about his videography passion? It was my goal to film more for her Dad — and maybe even help him actually stick his own boner into his daughter’s asshole.

Shortly after we listened in on Rachel’s dad emptying all of the semen from his sack to the high-quality close-up footage of his daughter’s womanhood being taken by my cock, Rachel had second thoughts about this whole plan that we got into. “I can’t believe we gave my dad footage of my pussy and asshole,” Rachel told me as we walked to my house for breakfast. It seemed like we hadn’t thought about how permanent the video would be — her Dad will be able to keep that forever, empty a load to it after her graduation, wedding night, after her first kid is born, her 50th birthday, etc. — which worried her greatly. She was afraid that things could never go back to normal in her house if her dad was emptying his sack to her daily — hence why we ate breakfast at my house.

I agreed that it’d be awkward to live normally without acknowledging what happened, but I just decided to remind her about why we made the video in the first place and what she said when we found her Dad’s stash of her thongs and hidden cam videos. She even said herself that he’s been doing this for a while and that’s just who he is, so I told her that as long as you set boundaries, I’m sure life will go on as normal other than the fact that your sexy holes will have an admirer. In the back of my mind, I also knew that Rachel’s feelings about the video would change once she got horny again. Rachel was the type of girl to be extremely timid and cautious when she’s sober and not horny; but whenever she’d get high and ready to fuck her personally drastically changes and she’s absolutely cock hungry.

When we got to my house, I took her to the basement where we usually hung out, away from my family, and cooked us some breakfast. After I fed her, I put some bud in the bong and get her high to cheer her up and get her in the mood to fuck as I was ready to get my first nut of the day. Rachel still was feeling off about the video, so I begged her to eat her pussy to make her feel better. I told her that I wanted to worship her kitty like her father wishes he could.

The father comment pissed her off a bit, but the running of my hands along her body and sexy talk turned her right back into her sex hungry self. Her face lit up as she slid her butt to the edge of the couch and pulled her jeans off. I got to my knees, pulled her legs apart and took a nice look at her stare at her spread crotch — womanhood bulging through her tiny green thong. I pressed by nose right up into her covered pussy and took a deep inhale in, taking in her intense musk. It’d had been a full 24 hours since she’d showered; and even though she put that green thong on in the morning, the pleasant stench of her cunt was overpowering — and I couldn’t get enough of it.

She knew it was my favorite thing in the world to eat her ass out after the wear and tear of a day, so when I gave her head, she always pulled her legs back far to give me the perfect angle to easily service both her pussy and asshole. I kissed and sucked her pussy and asshole through her thong before pulling it aside, revealing her bare holes and eating my breakfast. Even without her morning shower Rachel was still a very clean girl — never any crumbs on her butthole or foul odors — just the most pleasantly stinky musk to compliment her incredibly sexy pussy and asshole (which is probably why her father had been collecting her thongs — after a sniff of a Rachel thong anyone would be hooked). With that I went to town and cleaned the hell out of her asshole with my saliva before tongue massaging her clitoris until her body shook uncontrollably.

I told her that we should save her holes for later when we go back to her house (as my cock still really wanted to spread them open as her dad watched and masturbated) and told her to suck the nut out of me. Without hesitation she got up, pushed me down to lay on the couch, and sat her pussy right on my face as she freed up my rock-solid cock. I knew the drill, the better I sucked her pussy, the sloppier and more intense the blowjob would be. Rachel always gave the some of the best head I’ve received to this day and was incredibly talented at opening her throat to literally fuck my cock with her mouth.

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