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A shrill whoop knocked Nate out of his reverie. He looked up to see a collection of women sitting at the bar across the room, laughing loudly and toasting each other.

“Drunk girls,” he grumbled to himself, shaking his head. “Why do they always have to come here?”

Nate worked at a local hotel, built on top of hot springs. Thanks to all the hot, natural water, the resort had become known for its wonderful spa, attracting a lot of customers. Not usually so rowdy, however.

Despite his annoyance, Nate had to appreciate the looks of the group. One was a tall, stunning blonde, with an extremely low-cut dress showing off her ample cleavage. Next to her stood a dark haired girl with curves enough to make a man drool. She had her arm slung around a thin brunette in a miniskirt, slender legs tucked neatly under her stool, and the group was rounded out by a redhead in a sparkling silver dress, leaning over the bar as if to emphasize her gorgeous round ass.

Damn.

Just then, they all raised their glasses and gave another high-pitched cheer. Nate winced, then sighed again, wishing they would go somewhere else.

XXXX

“Guys, I don’t think we should do this…” Lauren was at the back of the group, tugging anxiously on Nikki’s shirt.

“Aw, don’t be a party pooper,” Nikki giggled, reaching back and grabbing the other girl’s wrist, making sure she was coming along. “We’re not doing any harm.”

Ashley, out front, turned around with a shake of her long blonde hair. “You used to be more adventurous, Lauren. What happened?”

“We’re not in college anymore,” the brunette huffed. “This isn’t our sorority. So what if I’m more responsible now?”

“Responsible? More like boring!” Becca reached back and teasingly poked Lauren’s sides, causing her to jump and squeak.

Nikki shushed them. “We’re still technically sneaking in to the pools, girls. Can you at least pretend to be stealthy?”

Ashley was inching the door open up ahead of them, carefully peering in before pulling the door open wider. “C’mon,” she hissed, beckoning them forwards. “All clear in here!”

The girls piled through the doorway, playfully shoving at each other. The room was steamy, heat rising from the four hot pools set into the floor. Nearby were the doorways to the changing room, which Lauren immediately headed for.

A hand on her shoulder stopped her. “Just where do you think you’re going?” drawled Becca.

“Um, to put on my swimsuit?”

The other girls just snickered. “You actually brought your swimsuit down with us?” Ashley asked.

“Uh, yes, I did. Didn’t you?”

Ashley and Nikki looked at each other, then simultaneously began pulling their clothes off.

Lauren looked shocked. “What are you doing? Anyone could walk in here!”

Becca drew her hand down Lauren’s side to her waist, wrapping her arm around her scandalized friend. “Don’t worry, love, it’s midnight. No one is going to come in and bother us. And it’s been such a long time since we’ve all gotten to…be with each other.”

“I’m still not so sure…” She trailed off as Becca leaned in towards her, running her nose up the other girl’s cheek in a familiar caress.

The redhead pressed her advantage, pulling Lauren into a deep kiss as the other two girls watched appreciatively. Becca expertly maneuvered her friend, backing her up as they made out until she stood right on the edge of one of the pools.

Becca broke the kiss. “Still not sure about skinny dipping?” she asked with a coy smile. “Then it’s time for you to get wet!” She shoved the other backwards and, with an enormous splash, Lauren fell into the water.

She broke the surface a moment later. “Rebecca, you dirty whore!”

The other girls were laughing. “Come here, Lauren,” Nikki said, offering the drenched girl a hand up from the pool. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Lauren gave a small smile in response. “Fine. But if any of these clothes have ended up ruined, I’m billing you for their replacements, Becca!”

The redhead just laughed in response, appreciating the view of Nikki’s ass as she bent down to help Lauren up. Ashley, feeling impatient, chose that moment to lean over and kiss Becca, cutting off her laughter.

“Good thing I didn’t bring my phone with me,” Lauren said, peeling her top over her head as Nikki unzipped her miniskirt.

Nikki gave a small hum of appreciation. “Nice lace panties, girl! Were you expecting company?”

Lauren blushed, unhooking her bra in the back. “Well, I may have been remembering some certain nights back in college when I packed for our trip this weekend…”

Nikki grinned, reaching up to cup her friend’s breasts. “Good call.” She dragged Lauren in for a kiss, thumbing her nipples and making the brunette moan into her mouth.

Ashley and Becca were making out nearby, the blonde fully naked while Becca was still fully clothed. This wasn’t stopping Ashley, however, who was now snaking her hand şişli escort up underneath Becca’s silvery dress.

She pulled back just enough to breathlessly say, “No panties, good choice,” before diving back into the kiss.

Becca moaned loudly as she felt her friend’s fingers slip between her thighs. Ashley had always been good at this, knowing exactly what buttons to press. She slid her fingers up and down Becca’s slit, never touching her clit or pushing any farther between her folds.

Becca squirmed under her friend’s touch, humping her hips up and down. “More,” she mewled, grasping at Ashley’s wrist.

“You’ve gotten way too used to having a boyfriend,” Ashley complained, curling her finger. “What I wouldn’t give for a good cock right now.”

Just then, the door to the pools opened, and a tall, lanky man clothed in the hotel’s uniform walked in.

“Ooh,” Ashley cooed, eyes lighting up. “What perfect timing!” She walked towards the man, mischievous grin on her face.

XXXX

Nate opened the door, heaving a sigh. Someone had snuck in here and his manager told him to go investigate, though he was technically off the clock. This was the last thing standing between him and his home, a beer, and a nice jerk off before bed.

Walking into the pool area, he pulled up short. Before him were the four women from the hotel bar earlier, in various states of undress around the pools.

The dark-haired girl, still clad in black lacy panties and a bra, lay near the brunette, who was entirely naked with her hair piled on her head. Nearby the redhead lay sprawled out, lacking panties, with her silver dress pushed up around her waist. Between her legs knelt the blonde, fingers apart spreading her folds.

“Ooh!” exclaimed the blonde girl, standing up and licking her fingers off. “What perfect timing!”

“Uh,” was Nate’s clever reply. The girl’s enormous breasts bounced slightly as she strode forward, drawing his gaze like a magnet. He could feel his cock beginning to stir in his pants.

The blonde came to a stop in front of Nate, spinning around to face the other girls. “Look at that, Becca, I think this man has exactly what you need!” She reached down and cupped his crotch.

Nate groaned, hardening further under her touch. “What the…”

“Ashley, I don’t think so…” The brunette slipped into one of the pools, covering her breasts with her arms with an imploring look at Nikki.

“Don’t be a prude, Lauren,” giggled the dark-haired girl. She reached over and pushed her hand beneath the other girl’s, tweaking one of Lauren’s nipples and eliciting a sharp gasp. “I thought you wanted to have fun tonight?”

“You said no one would find us!” Lauren responded, accusingly.

Ashley shrugged. “Lucky us, I guess. Loosen up, Lauren, nothing bad will happen.”

After an encouraging look from the dark-haired girl, Lauren nodded, still looking a bit nervous. “But can it be just us for a while longer, Nikki?” she whispered to the other girl.

Nikki nodded, sliding into the pool next to her friend.

Ashley turned back to Nate. “My friend needs a little help,” she told him, grabbing his elbow and leading him over to the redhead on the floor. “Isn’t that right, Becca?”

Becca had maneuvered herself upright, legs tucked underneath her, as Nate allowed himself to be led forwards she licked her lips and almost unconsciously swayed her large ass back and forth. The silver sequins caught the dim overheads in a hypnotizing pattern.

Nate stopped as Becca reached up and undid his uniform pants. With a quick motion she hooked her fingers over his waist band and yanked down his underwear and pants. Nate was pleased to hear a gasp from the assembled girls. Becca’s mouth was half open, her wet tongue poking out.

The blonde tugged at his ear lobe with her teeth. She had risen up on tiptoes, pressing her hardened nipples into his back.

“My name’s Ashley,” she whispered breathily into his ear, making him shiver. “Let me help you with that.”

Ashley tugged at his uniform from behind, pulling his vest off and reaching around to loosen the buttons of his shirt. Meanwhile Becca, the redhead, butt still swaying and a hand having moved between her legs, had taken his cock in her left hand. She stroked slowly at first, then leaned in and gave it a timid lick.

The warm wet touch made Nate’s mouth open in a silent gasp. He groaned fully as she began running her tongue up and down his shaft. She waited for an eternity to reach the head, but as she did she maneuvered his large member into her mouth.

Ashley had him unclothed and slowly moved around him, careful to keep one finger trailing along his torso.

“Does it feel good, Becca?” she teased as the red head moaned into his cock. She knelt down behind Becca and carefully tugged down the silver top of her dress. One hand began massaging the girl’s nipples as the other joined Becca’s own fingers in stroking her pussy. nişantaşı escort “I think you want more, don’t you?”

Becca nodded emphatically at the question. She let the cock fall from her lips and leaned back into Ashley’s embrace, splaying her legs out in front of her.

“Please…”

Nate looked down as the girl under him begged, noting she stared not at him but at Ashley with lust-filled eyes.

“Please, Ash… in the…”

Nate had forgotten why he was in the baths. He fell on the redhead, holding himself up on his arms and used his hips to drive into Becca’s waiting pussy. It was soaking wet, and he could feel Ashley’s fingers on either side spreading her tender folds.

XXXX

Becca gasped as the man slammed into her; he was frantic after the blow job and so was she. His warm cock filled her, but she needed more. She leaned her head back to where she could better see Ashley behind her, staring appreciatively at the two.

“P-p-p-p-please?” Becca groaned. She gasped in relief as Ashley nodded and winked at her, reaching out to grab Nate by the shoulders. He reluctantly slowed down.

“Now, now big boy, not so fast,” Ashley laughed at the almost hurt look on the guy’s face. “She should have some time on top, you don’t want to tire yourself out.” Ashley pushed him off Becca, who stood up and removed her dress.

The man nodded, looking around in amazement at the girls around him, still letting Ashley guide him until he lay on the tiles at the edge of the pool. Becca ignored the moans from Lauren and Nikki in the pool. Instead she straddled the man.

“What’s your name?” she managed, trying not to pant in need. She began rubbing her hips up and down, his dick pressing into her mound.

“Nate” he said simply, but Becca had already forgotten her question as she tipped her hips up and let the head of his dick push into her soft lips. She pressed down letting his long inches slide into her.

“I’m not normally like this” she tried to say but it came out as a moan as she felt Ashley touch her sensitive ass. She rocked harder and harder against Nate’s thick cock, her head buzzing in anticipation.

How many times had Ashley teased her like this in college? Ashley would grin evilly as she brought out her magic wand, cackling as she made Becca hump it, until…

She gasped as Ashley’s smooth finger slid into her ass, the pressure in her stomach, building since she began fucking Nate exploded as she felt fully filled. She fell forwards, her arms too weak to hold herself upright, and weakly grabbed Nate’s chest. His arms wrapped around her as the orgasm ripped through her, making her whole body vibrate as Ashley fingered her ass.

Ashley reached down and pulled Becca’s limp body off of Nate. “That’s a good start Becca, but don’t worry I’m sure Nate here will fill you himself before the night is done.”

XXXX

Nikki looked down at Lauren as she climbed into the pool. Lauren had barely changed since their sorority days: thin, with a narrow waist and long legs that were currently kicking slowly in the water. Nikki always liked the look of Lauren’s small breasts, their pale color contrasting with Nikki’s own larger ones.

She pulled herself over to Lauren, throwing her arms around the other girl’s neck and letting one leg push between the brunette’s thighs. The darker girl leaned in for a deep kiss. As she let her thigh graze Lauren’s pussy she could feel the thinner girl push down into her; the thought of turning Lauren on made Nikki’s spine tingle.

Lauren broke the kiss, instead hugging her curvy friend close. Her hips had begun grinding themselves on Nikki’s thigh. Her lace panties made the touch electric, its rough surface driving her mad for more.

“Do you remember that party in college when we did this?” Lauren breathed into Nikki’s ear.

“We made them watch how it should be done,” Nikki grinned “and then…”

“And then they descended like sharks! They filled us from every side,” Laruen’s hips bucked at the memory making Nikki giggle. “Finger me like that again?” Lauren begged.

Nikki nodded and moved back to let Lauren climb out of the pool. She whistled quietly at the pale girl’s legs.

“Mm, can’t wait to get between those!” she cooed as she climbed out.

She climbed on top of Lauren, her hand between her legs. She let her own weight press the heel of her palm down onto Lauren’s clit as she maneuvered her fingers into the thin girl’s pussy. She thrust her hips in time with her fingers as she thrust her tongue deep into Lauren’s mouth.

Her finger thrust incessantly as Nikki’s own juices flowed down her hand and mixed with Lauren’s. Soon they were both moaning and bucking in pleasure. Nikki broke the kiss and broke the kiss to look around remembering they had another guest.

Nate had stood up after making Becca cum. Ashley was still playing with the redhead’s ass, stretching her out and teasing her mecidiyeköy escort sopping pussy with her tongue. Nikki caught Nate’s eye. It was enough.

She admired the man’s body, tall and broad chested. He might be a little skinny, but his legs looked well muscled. As he watched her hump Lauren he began to touch himself. Underneath her Lauren moved her arm and tweaked Nikki’s nipple. Nikki squealed and looked back down.

She smiled evilly and used her free hand to cup Lauren’s head and force her into another deep kiss. She lost herself in the sensation of the girl’s mouth, tongues swirling together. Suddenly heavy hands falling on her hips broke her from her daydreaming. She twisted slightly to look behind her.

Nate had gotten down behind the girls, his knees apart to keep Lauren and Nikki’s legs apart. He held the curvy dark girl’s hips and pressed his still erect dick into her. Nikki fell back onto Lauren, her head on the redhead’s shoulder as she felt the cock fill her. She was so wet it slid in without a moment’s hesitation.

Nate let out an animalistic yell as he began pounding into her. His thrusts pushed Nikki’s fingers, still clamped around Lauren’s pussy up and down and both girls clutched each other in intense pleasure. Lauren’s drove her finger nails into Nikki’s back and Nikki bit into Lauren’s shoulder. Nate grunted in effort, driven mad by need after his time with Becca.

Nikki felt wave after wave of pleasure crash over her, the pin prick of pain from Lauren’s nails reminding her she was still on top of her friend. She couldn’t hold it any longer.

Lauren squirmed as Nikki’s fingers pounded into her, pushed by the strange man over them. Nikki’s breasts rubbed her own and Lauren felt her eyes roll in her head as Nikki bit her shoulder.

Together the girls came, Lauren spasmed, her thighs crushing Nikki’s fingers into her mound. Nikki bucked into Nate’s dick, squeezing, as she screamed into Lauren’s shoulder.

XXXX

Nate couldn’t believe what he was doing. He was fucking two girl’s at once. His eyes were glued to the curvy girl’s back, she had wide hips, a curvy waist. Sweat beaded on her back, and clung to her dark hair that bounced every time he slid his cock in and out of her. The brunette’s face was visible over Nikki’s shoulder, her mouth hanging open as he rocked them back and forth.

With a powerful thrust he felt Nikki buck, her pussy clenching around his cock. The brunette clenched her jar and spasmed. As they squirmed in pleasure Nate couldn’t help himself, his cock twitched and he pulled out, cock spasming and coming all over Nikki’s beautiful back.

Panting he collapsed to the floor. With obvious difficulty Nikki and Lauren separated, gasping whenever they brushed against each other, still overly sensitive from their climax.

“Now what?” Nate managed lamely.

Almost on cue, the busty blonde named Ashley called over. “Come on girls, keep Becca busy, she wants something in her ass, and I bet Nate here needs some taking care of.”

Nikki and Lauren looked at each other and grinned. Still glowing from their orgasm they crawled over to Becca, trying not to rub their legs too hard together.

Nate still lay on his back, getting his breath back as Ashley approached. He stared in admiration at her large breasts swaying with her walk. She was naked, and clearly aroused, liquid wetting her thighs. Nate pulled himself up and reached towards her.

He pulled her down next to him and kneaded her breasts. Her breath caught as she stared at him, eyelashes fluttering. As he pinched her nipples she gasped and with a grin pushed him down.

“Becca needs a big strong cock to properly fill that ass of yours,” Ashley said in a husky voice. “But I can’t let her have all the fun.”

Nate felt his dick twitch as Ashley lowered herself towards him, her smooth folds, grazed with a tiny amount of blonde pubic hair, touching his lips. He smelt her musk and with a smile he darted his tongue up at her. He laughed as she wiggled her hips as he tickled her pussy.

She settled down, draping her self over him. Her large breasts pushed into his stomach as she began playing with his flaccid cock. He felt her fingers sliding in the combined cum and Nikki’s juices.

“You need some cleaning,” she purred “you dirty man.”

As Ashley began to lick the juices off Nate raised his head and licked the length of her mound, circling her aroused clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. With a yelp she pushed her pussy down hard into his tongue. Surprised he pushed his tongue hard into her pushing her lips apart.

Ashley tortured him, slowly licking his dick clean, and then coating it with her spit again and again. Nate had wondered if he would be able to continue after coming over Nikki, but Ashley swiftly proved him wrong. Soon enough Ashley let his hard cock bounce against the back of his throat as he frantically sucked and licked at her dripping pussy.

Ashley drove herself harder and harder against Nate’s face. His hands flew up to her breasts and grabbed her nipples. The sudden pinching pushed her over the edge, and she clenched her thighs. She chocked on his hard cock in her throat as she climaxed.

After a final last twitch she shakily stood up, smiling at Nate’s wet face.

She reached down and helped him up.

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Christina, Chuck and Jeff had been friends since elementary school. Now in college, they thought nothing of sharing an apartment. Others didn’t see it that way, though, with Chuck and Jeff frequently asked by other guys if they shared Christina too.

“She’s just a roommate and childhood friend,” Chuck and Jeff would tell them, smiling.

A week before spring break the three decided to throw a small spring farewell party since most of their friends took off for Florida’s popular beaches. Their college seemed more like a happy dream than a school so, naturally, the three roommates decided to stay on campus during spring break.

The college was only a couple of miles from the ocean and a few blocks from the town business district. With a short walk, the students could head for the beach, shop in small exotic shops, or dine in fine restaurants, not just fast food joints.

A couple days before the party, Christina and Chuck spent time cleaning up their modest two-bedroom apartment. On the ground floor with it’s own balcony, access to the complex’s swimming pool and, with Jeff working on the decorations, they knew the party would be a hit.

“This is going to be fun,” Christina said to Chuck excitedly as they unpacked the rest of the food. “Oh Jeff, wow!” was all Christina could say as she brought the beautiful burning Chinese lanterns to the balcony where two long folding tables were covered in flowered tablecloths.

“Yeah, I had a few friends from art class help with the ice sculptures and fruit bowls,” Jeff said as he smiled at Christina. “You look lovely as ever, too,” he said as he took in the short, dark blue silk dress she was wearing.

“You both look great,” Christina said to Chuck and Jeff as she eyed their tall, freshly washed denim and T-shirt clad bodies. Peeling her gaze away slowly she said, “Well, we should get the food going before everyone arrives.

Chuck and Jeff tended the grill while Christina put finishing touches on the party, slipping some CD’s into the stereo, setting out the salads and trays. As the party got into full swing the three roommates were able to join in, making their rounds, eating some great food and joining conversations. As it got later and later some people were lounging on the balcony talking lazily as they sipped on their drinks, went out for some pool fun, or played in some of the games Christina, Chuck, and Jeff had for the party.

Out in the pool a game of volleyball, guys against girls, started.

“Come on, girls, you can hit the ball harder than that,” Jeff yelled over the net.

“Maybe, if you get over here and let us climb on your shoulders,” brunette Terri said as she winked at the guys.

Many mishaps later – Sandy’s bikini top coming undone, Ray’s shorts coming off while jumping too high and Mark missing the ball and the net entirely and falling into the girls – they decided to call it a tie.

After they had made their way back in and dried off there was an outburst of laughter and comments as everyone watched Christina and a couple of her girlfriends having fun with the ice sculpture of “David.”

“Hey, Kristen you arnavutköy escort look like a natural sucker,” Chuck said as he winked at her.

“Anyone for some licker,” Jeff laughed as he watched Christina and Marie, both giggling, give David’s icy cock a long lick.

“How about a game of truth or dare?” Dan, from their psychology class, asked.

“Sure!” everyone responded. Starting off Jeff gave the bottle a spin. Jeff laughed when it stopped in front of Chuck.

“Truth or dare, old buddy,” Jeff asked Chuck.

“Definitely truth,” Chuck said as he let out a laugh.

“Ok,” Jeff said as he glanced around the room. “Alright I got one for you, is it true you’ve dialed the phone number of Jessica — ‘Hot pants’ — from art class?”

“Argh, ya got me,” Chuck said as he blushed a little. All the girls laughed at this and began to ask Chuck and the rest of the guys if they had ever dialed their numbers.

Halfway through the game, after they’d enjoyed Kristen’s dare for Rob to kiss her, Dan dared Christina to dance with him.

Chuck and Jeff, who were watching Christina’s dare overheard some guys saying, “I’d like to be that dress she’s wearing. It hugs all the right curves,” said one.

“Damn, I bet she’s not even wearing panties,” said another.

Chuck and Jeff both glanced at each other. Both felt a jolt of jealousy as they watched their Christina engaged in a slow erotic dance. “A little too much to drink tonight?” Jeff inquired as he twirled Christina into his arms after cutting in.

“I haven’t had that much to drink tonight, it was my dare!” Christina said as she gazed innocently into Jeff’s blue eyes.

“Looked like more than a dare,” Chuck said to Christina as Jeff passed her off into his arms.

“Honestly you guys are acting like big, protective brothers,” Christina purred as she stared up at Chuck.

“Do I feel like a brother?” Chuck asked Christina as he snaked his hand down to the small of her back and pressed her body closer to the hard bulge in the front of his jeans.

“No!” Christina gasped as Chuck swirled her back into Jeff’s waiting arms.

“Yes, do we feel like brothers?” Jeff murmured in Christina’s ear huskily as he slipped his hands along the silky fabric of her dress until he was cupping her firm ass and pressed his rock hard erection into the soft crevice between her thighs. The breath caught in her throat as she stepped back a bit and put some space between their bodies. The last thing she needed was for her two best friends and a room full of people to witness her weak side where these two were concerned. She had dated each of them briefly in high school, but they had agreed they liked being ‘just friends’ better.

“I think Kristen needs a dance now,” Christina whispered into Jeff’s ear.

So with the lights turned down low and soft music now drifting through the apartment. Couples engaged in the art form most like making love. Christina let out a gasp against Dan’s mouth as he leaned and gave her slow kiss before letting her go. She felt herself getting wet.

“Thanks halkalı escort for the dance,” Dan said as he smiled at her.

“Anytime, Dan,” Christina said huskily, meaning it.

Christina couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy herself as she looked over and saw Chuck lean and whisper something in cute Marie’s ear as they slowly swayed to the music.

It was the last dance. The party started to break up and the trio enjoyed the appreciation of their guests as they departed.

“What got into you guys tonight?” Christina asked after everyone had gone.

“Nothing,” Both guys murmured in unison, raising Christina’s curiosity another notch. Suddenly a light entered her eyes as she walked sinuously across the room to them.

“You guys want some fun with your best friend don’t you?” Christina teased.

“Bring it on, babe,” Jeff dared her as he winked at Chuck. He didn’t think she’d actually be brave enough to take them both on sexually and he knew her pretty well. Sure, she’d slept with each of them separately in high school and, being guys, Chuck and Jeff had compared notes. She was hot, they had decided, but missed that little something. So the dating stopped but, long ago, they had decided they’d test her limits and fuck her together sometime in the future.

The two thought tonight might finally be the time, and they were right, with Christina having had one drink more than usual – which meant two drinks.

Christina smiled to herself. She wasn’t drunk but she was confident in a way that she was sure would be gone in the morning. So it made her say, “You’re on darling!” Jeff smiled at Chuck.

“It was your idea, guys, so no backing out at the sight of each other’s cocks,” She smiled at them with the hint of an evil grin.

“Oh no, it’ll be more of a turn-on to see our cock’s buried in you together,” Jeff grinned right back at her. Christina swallowed a bit at this. Admittedly she’d done some wild stuff in her time, but this this went way beyond anything she’d done.

“Come on, let’s stop talking and start doing, my cock is beginning to ache,” Chuck smiled as he led Christina toward her bedroom with Jeff following closely behind.

The dance began again with each of them standing around her bed undressing slowly. Clothes gone, Christina, nude, climbed in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees. The sight of her beautiful tits begging to be sucked and her moist cunt, soft and glistening, spurred the guys into action.

Jeff positioned himself behind her, running his hands along the smooth satin skin of her back and firm little ass. Teasing tormenting her as the rigid shaft of his arousal brushed and pressed ever so lightly against the crack of her ass. Chuck slid underneath her body and was busying his tongue over her hard nipples sending sparks straight to her pussy. His hand moved along her belly to tease her lips apart and rub teasingly at her clit.

“Mmm, God,” She moaned as she pressed her ass hard against Jeff’s erection pressed between her cheeks. “Ooh, now!” She hissed as Chuck’s fingers teased mahmutbey escort and tormented her pulsing clit. “Oh, yeah!” she screamed as Jeff rubbed the head of his cock along her slit. Chuck’s fingers on her clit was driving her to the edge. As she lay on Chuck’s body she grasped his cock and heard him groan as she slid his cock deep in her mouth and began to suck wildly as Jeff pushed his cock into her pussy.

She kept tonguing the tip of Chuck’s cock and sucking until he was fucking his cock into her mouth. Precum was streaming into her mouth, forcing her to swallow and suck harder. Deep in her pussy, Jeff’s cock began to swell as he pumped in and out. Each time he went in deeper he picked up speed until his balls were slapping against her swollen cunt. Jeff’s movement behind Christina was pushing her mouth further and further down Chuck’s thick swollen member.

Chuck could feel her moaning and humming as she sucked him harder and harder. His cock swelled even more and he passed the point of no return so he pressed his fingers at her clit and rubbed furiously. Suddenly her body bucked hard between them as her orgasm hit. Jeff grabbed her ass roughly and ground his cock in as he sprayed his cum up in her pulsing pussy. Chuck’s cock exploded in her mouth, cum leaking out the sides of her lips as she swallowed.

All three of them collapsed. She slid her mouth off Chuck’s cock and rested her head on him. Then she felt Jeff’s cock slip out of her as he collapsed resting his head on her back.

Being young, their interest and strength came back quickly. Jeff put little butterfly kisses along Christina’s beautiful spine. Soon she felt Chuck kissing lightly along her inner thighs every so often licking at her pussy to taste her. Finally they all rolled on their backs, side by side, limbs entwined and hands stroking sensitive bodies.

“Wow,” Jeff breathed lightly, coming out of his near sleep.

“Mmm, yeah,” Chuck and Christina murmured in unison.

Chuck lifted up and rested on his elbow as he caressed Christina’s body. Jeff leaned over and started to slowly kiss her, loving the taste of her mouth. She started squirming a little as Chuck’s fingers found and began to rub and tease her peak-sensitive nipples. Still kissing Jeff, Christina lifted up and straddled Chuck’s body pushing him back on the bed. Jeff pulled back as he watched her lift up slightly and take Chuck’s hardening cock into her pussy.

“Oh God, yes,” Chuck moaned as she pumped and fucked her pussy on his cock. Jeff now completely erect stood in front of Christina and shoved his cock into her mouth.

“Mmm. Yeah. Suck it, honey,” he moaned as she sucked and bobbed her head on his cock. Chuck, underneath her, grabbed her ass and fucked his cock up into her pussy. Jeff could feel her moaning on his cock as her pussy rode up and down on Chuck. Chuck bounced her body faster, shoving Jeff’s cock deeper in her mouth, as he felt her body stiffen. He looked up and caught sight of Jeff’s throbbing cock pulsing in her mouth as she swallowed his cum. Chuck’s cock jerked in her, spraying his hot seed deep, as he felt her pussy convulsing around him.

“That was hot,” Chuck and Jeff groaned in unison.

“God, yes,” Christina agreed as they pulled their soaked cocks from her.

“Another party next weekend?” Christina said as she yawned sleepily.

“Mmm, yeah,” both guys murmured in unison as all three drifted off to sleep, with Christina’s body snuggled in between them.

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I’m 22 years old, around 190 pounds with blonde hair and blue eyes, 6’1″ with a muscular build. My girlfriend, Christine, is 21 years old, 114 pounds with short brown hair in a pixie cut and green eyes, 5’5″ and is also very athletically built. Her breasts are slightly more than a hand full each, and very perky.

My girlfriend and I have been together for over four years now. We have always had an amazing relationship, and while we were both very open minded about sex, we had never included anyone else in our sex life.

That all changed one night. While lying naked in bed, I asked her if she ever fantasized about having sex with another man. I had been entertaining a fantasy for over a year about seeing her being fucked by someone else. She smiled at me and said, “Of course not.” Then she reached down under the covers and wrapped her hand around my penis, “This is all the cock I need.”

My dick sprang to attention, becoming rock hard in her fingers. I have a pretty large penis, around 8 and a half inches when fully erect. I let out a moan as she jerked it a few times. “Wow, you’re ready to go, aren’t you?” She giggled. I leaned in and started making out with her, rolling her onto her back and putting one of my legs between hers. She let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck as she continued sucking and nibbling my lips.

Propping myself up with one arm, I reached down between us with the other and slid my fingers between her legs. I couldn’t believe it, she was already sopping wet. I pulled away from her kiss, and looked her in the eyes. “Did you get turned on by what I just brought up?”

“What? Having sex with another man?” She asked.

“Yeah.”

She looked apprehensive for a moment, then responded, “No.”

I didn’t believe her. I shoved two of my fingers into her cunt. She threw her head back, gasping. “You’ve thought about being fucked by another man, haven’t you?”

She let out a moan, “Maybe.”

I started fucking her with my fingers. “Tell me.”

She panted for a few moments, obviously trying to gather her thoughts. A few more seconds passed and I grew impatient. “Is there someone in particular? Someone I know?”

She moaned again. “I can’t…I can’t…tell you.” She could only respond between breaths as she continued panting, while I finger fucked her harder and faster.

“Tell me right now,” I demanded.

She let out another long moan, then said, “Eric.”

Eric was a friend of hers that she works with and also has classes with at university. I always knew he had a thing for her, but could never get her to admit she liked him as well, although I could always tell. Now I knew that she wanted his hard dick in her pussy. My cock was raging hard now.

I took my fingers out of her slit, and grabbed onto her right thigh, pulling it out while I brought my other leg in between hers and pushed with my knee, spreading her other leg out as well. I grabbed my dick and plunged it into her pussy. Christine moaned loudly as I began pumping in and out of her. I grabbed her hair with my left hand, pulling her head back.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her eyes shut tight as I pounded in and out of her. I almost thought I heard her say “Eric” at the end, but I couldn’t be sure as her words became mixed with loud moaning. Her cunt tightened, gripping my penis tightly as she came.

I was getting really worked up as well, and started to imagine it was Eric forcing my girlfriend’s legs apart and abusing her cunt. I heard someone moaning loudly, saying, “I’m gonna cum baby!” I realized it was me, and with three shuddering thrusts that pushed her further up the bed with each one, I finished.

After we settled down and caught our breath, I leaned over and kissed Christine on the cheek. “So why didn’t you want to tell me?”

“I felt bad for fantasizing about it, I shouldn’t want anyone else.”

“It really turns me on, thinking about you with someone else. I don’t think you have anything to feel bad about.”

“It turns you on to think of me spreading my legs for another man?” She looked skeptical.

“Yeah, I don’t know why, it just does.”

She just smiled at me, and for a moment I thought I saw excitement in her eyes, then she disappeared under the covers and wrapped her mouth around my cock which was already hard again.

That was a week ago, and leads us to where we are now…

We made small talk in the car as we drove to meet him. You’d never believe that we were about to go meet another man with plans to have a threesome.

Christine had worn a tight black dress that I loved. It showed off her curves perfectly, and made her ass look great. She also had on a pair of black stiletto heels. I’d convinced her not to wear any panties or bra though.

She had gotten a hold of Eric earlier that week, and made plans for him to meet with us at a local sports bar. It wasn’t a huge place, and tonight it was pretty calm, with only a handful of other people sitting about çapa escort within. He wasn’t here yet, so we got a table in the corner and ordered a few drinks.

“So how did he react when you told him the plan?” I asked.

“He agreed immediately,” Christine responded.

“Really? He wasn’t surprised?”

“Well yeah, but I think he has wanted to get with me for a while.”

“Of course, I always told you that…but why do you think so?”

“Well, one time while we were studying in the library, he just looked up and asked me if I wanted to ‘hook up sometime’.” She looked away as she told me this.

My eyebrows raised in shock. “Really? Didn’t he know you had a boyfriend?”

“I think so, either way I told him that I did when he asked me that.”

“So what happened after that?” I was interested to see how Christine had responded to this.

“He said, ‘So? Do you want to hook up sometime?’.”

My dick got hard. “He didn’t even care? Wow, gotta give him props for his straight forwardness I guess, huh?”

“I guess so, I was kind of awkward. I feel really bad that I never told you about it. I just said no, and went back to studying anyway.”

“Well, you should have told me, but I can’t blame you, you’re just so hot all the guys want you.”

Christine smiled. Just then I spotted Eric walking through the door. He spotted us in the corner and started heading over. Eric is shorter than me, around 5’7″, with a much smaller build. He also has blonde hair, and tends to have scruffy facial hair.

“Hey guys,” he said as he arrived at the table.

We both greeted him, and I noticed that Christine had gotten very nervous. She was sitting on the side of the table that had a booth, and I was on a bar stool. Eric grabbed the other bar stool and sat down.

We made small talk for a while. I had never really talked to him (I think Christine actively tried to avoid letting us meet, she probably thought I’d beat his ass), but as the night went on, I started to realize he was a pretty cool guy.

After a while, I excused myself from the table to go to the bathroom. I was gone for about five minutes, but as I walked back to the table, I got a surprise. Eric had moved over to sit right beside Christine in the booth, and had his arm draped over her shoulder. He was leaning in close to her ear, talking quietly to her.

My heart skipped a beat, but I tried to calm down and play it cool. I sat back down, and after a few seconds announced my arrival when I noticed Christine had her eyes closed and was biting her lip softly. “Hey guys.”

Christine opened her eyes, then giggled. “Hey, how was the bathroom trip?”

“Can’t complain, how’s things here?”

Eric looked over at me, and had a look on his face as if he was asking if what he was doing was alright. I smiled at him to let him know it was cool, and he relaxed again.

“Things are going good here, but I don’t know how much longer we should hang out here.” Christine must have been really worked up already.

“Alright, well let me settle the tab and we’ll get outta here,” I responded as I got up and moved towards the bar. “I’ll meet you guys at the front door.”

I paid the tab and headed for the exit. They weren’t inside, so I went outside to look for them. As I got outside, I was greeted with yet another scene, this one of Christine pinned up against the brick wall, making out with Eric as he felt up her body with his hands. She had her left leg wrapped around him, making soft whimpering sounds as he explored her body.

I savored the sight of my young, beautiful girlfriend being fondled by another man for a few more moments, then cleared my throat. “You guys ready to go?”

They pulled away from each other slowly, then said yeah in unison and we headed for the car. Eric hadn’t driven there, so he got in the car with us. I got in the driver’s seat, and was surprised when Eric and Christine both got in the back. They picked up where they left off, and started making out again in the back seats.

We only had about a five minute drive, but by the time we reached the intersection before we arrived at our apartment, I snuck a peak in the rear view mirror to see how they were doing. Christine was leaned back in her seat, kissing Eric deeply, with her legs spread wide. I noticed that she was moving up and down a little, and when I listened in closer I could hear her breathing heavily into each kiss. I shifted my mirror a little, and spotted the source of her excitement. Eric had his hand between her legs, fingering her cunt as they made out.

I could barely handle myself watching the erotic scene transpiring in the back seat of my car, but I managed to focus on the road as the light turned green, and pulled into the parking lot of our building.

I parked the car and shut it off, then got out. I wondered if they’d even notice we’d arrived, but as I closed my door they pulled themselves apart fındıkzade escort and got out as well. I met eyes with Christine as she closed her door, and she had a look of complete and utter lust in them. I smiled at her, letting her know I was enjoying the show. She beamed back at me, then moved in and kissed me, moving her tongue around in my mouth. For a second I thought about Eric’s saliva all over her mouth, but forgot about it quickly as the lust took over me.

As we got to the door to our apartment, I pulled out my keys and went to unlock it. Christine grabbed Eric, moving so her back was against the wall of the hallway, and started making out with him again. She wrapped her leg around him, and he moved his hands down and pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her tight ass and sweet pussy. He kept one hand down there, rubbing her pussy, and reached up with the other hand and began molesting her tits. He pulled them both out of the dress, and groped each one thoroughly by the time I got the door opened. I opened the door, and they pulled apart again, heading inside. Christine didn’t even bother fixing herself, leaving her ass hanging out of her dress and her tits exposed. Her nipples were completely erect.

I headed in after them, and closed and locked the door. Christine was already disappearing around the corner to the bedroom, followed closely by Eric. I kicked my shoes off and proceeded towards the bedroom. As I took the corner I saw Eric pulling the dress up over Christine’s head. As it came off, she gasped as she lost her balance and fell back onto the bed. Her breasts jiggled as she landed, arms splayed out to the sides and legs spread eagle.

Eric wasted no time, dropping the dress to the side and climbing on top of her. He started kissing her neck, reaching up and groping her tits. He started to get rougher, tweaking her nipples slightly and pulling on them. Normally this would startle her and make her jump, but she just moaned loudly and ground her hips into him.

I couldn’t handle just watching anymore, so quickly made my way around them to her head, and climbed on the bed over top of her. I leaned down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head towards me as I shoved my tongue down her throat. She began sucking on my tongue, moaning deeply every few seconds. I took her arms and pulled them above her head, stretching her out and making her tits get even perkier. As I did this, Eric began moving down her body. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, and dove face first into her wet pussy.

Christine arched her back, writhing as she moaned, “Oh God yes!”

I moved my mouth down her neck to her breasts and started sucking on them, alternating from one to the other and back again. I looked down to where Christine had her legs wrapped around Eric’s head. She still had her stiletto heels on, and they bobbed up and down as she swiveled her hips on his tongue. The view of another man tasting my girlfriend’s juices, combined with the wet sounds of his tongue rubbing her wet slit, was incredibly erotic. I took one of my hands off of her arms and reached down to unzip my pants. I pulled out my cock, which was rock hard and already glistening with pre-cum, and moved it in front of her face. She opened her mouth and moved her head towards my dick, devouring it hungrily as she continued to grunt and moan.

I could tell she was close to orgasm, as her still pinned hands grasped over and over again at my arms. “Mmmhhf, mmmhhf, mmmhf!” She started moaning louder and louder through my cock, her whole body shaking as she came on Eric’s face. He continued lapping her up for a few more moments, forcing Christine to squeal and kick her legs to repel the over stimulating assault.

He quickly stood up, wiped his mouth, and began to remove his clothing. When his cock sprang from his boxers, I was relieved to see that he was only about 7 inches in length. Christine pulled her lips off my dick, and stared at his member with hungry lust. She kicked off her shoes and spread her legs wide, inviting it into her pussy.

Another wave of pleasure rolled through my body as I saw her so willingly beckon another man into her. I moved away from her face, knowing that if she sucked my cock now I would blow in seconds. She continued her intense glare as he moved towards her, gripping his dick like a weapon and placing himself between her legs. He leaned forward over top of her, resting his weight on his right arm as he prepared to plunge his member into her snatch with the other hand. This is it, I thought. He was about to penetrate her lips, making him the second cock she has ever allowed past those walls.

A silence fell over the room as he started to rub the head of his penis up and down her soaked slit. Just as the tension was building to an uncontrollable level, he tensed his hips, thrusting the entirety of his cock into her cunt.

“Oh fuck yes!” Christine threw her head back, closing her eyüp escort eyes tightly as he began thrusting in and out of her. He was already moving at a fast pace, having been worked up for some time now. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and her head tilted back and then forward with his movements. She continued moaning loudly. Her legs were raised on either side of his hips, with her feet bouncing quickly.

I soaked in the scene transpiring before my eyes. My sexy little girlfriend was writhing in front of me, grunting and moaning while another man humped her. The primal sexiness of the whole event was an incredible turn on, especially when I realized I was still holding her arms above her head. I was holding my girlfriend down while another man fucked her.

I lowered my head to her ear, and began whispering to her. “You like that nice, hard cock, don’t you? You’re just a dirty little cock whore. Take that dick like the slut you are.”

As I continued the barrage of dirty talk for a few minutes, she kept saying “Mmmm yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me hard!” Suddenly her eyes shot open, then rolled back in her head. Her breathing became incredibly fast, and a low guttural moan started to crawl from the back of her throat. She was coming hard on his cock, and I loved it.

As her moan rose in volume, it was joined by another. Eric had begun to cum as well. Their moans rose to unbearable pitches, and finally Eric exclaimed, “Oh fuck yes! I’m cumming, aarrrgghhh!”

Christine squealed loudly as he shuddered the last few thrusts. After a few moments, her eyes rolled back into focus, and she stared up at me through glazed pupils. She twitched once more as he extracted his cock from her cunt.

I was shocked. I’d just watched another man fill my girlfriend full of his cum. I came back to reality a moment later, and pulled Christine up by her wrists. She still looked completely out of it, but I put her on all fours, placing her face in front of his cum and pussy covered dick. I quickly ripped off my clothing, and grabbed her by the hips. I shoved my cock forcefully into her cum sopping twat, and was surprised at how easily it slid in. After letting out a few small whimpers, she began to moan again as I pounded her cunt. I grabbed at her hips roughly, forcing her ass to slap against my pelvis with every thrust. Her tight ass jiggled and bounced as I assaulted her pussy, my balls slapping off her clit.

She suddenly reached forward, grasping Eric’s semi-flaccid penis in her hand. She started licking it, starting at the base and working up to the head, then back down again. It only took moments for him to be completely erect again, and she wrapped her sweet lips around his cock.

Her ass was getting red as it slapped off of me, and I reached down and grabbed a cheek, squeezing it hard, then slapped it. Her moans were muffled through his cock, but I could tell she was building to another orgasm.

I could feel her pussy lips gripping my cock tightly, and to my surprise instead of pulling off of his cock to moan out her body shaking orgasm, she instead impaled herself fully upon it, burying her nose in his pubic hair. I couldn’t handle any more, and began cumming loudly. I pounded harder and harder into her ass, mashing her face on Eric’s pelvis as she gagged on his cock.

It must have been too much for Eric as well, because just as I finished, he let out another loud moan and announced he was cumming as well. Christine reached up with both hands, digging her nails into his ass cheeks and forcing his hips hard against her face. He blew his load deep in her throat, and she reached up and milked the last few drops of cum out of him with her hand.

In a short matter of time, my girlfriend had become a cum hungry slut. She now had two guys cum in her pussy, and one guys cum in her belly.

I sighed and rolled back, lying down on the bed. Christine wiped her mouth, and turned around, cuddling up next to me and kissed me. Her breath smelt strongly of cock, and I loved her for it. Eric climbed into the bed on her other side, and we all soon passed out.

I slept soundly that night, and dreamt of Christine moaning softly as we lay on an ocean, floating up and down methodically. Something began nagging at me, attempting to pull me from my sleep. I drifted gently back to reality, and was confused. I was lying there with my eyes closed, no longer dreaming, except the sounds and movement remained. I leaned my head to the side slightly, and peeked through slit eyes.

Christine was lying beside me, with her eyes closed, her mouth opened slightly and her head back. She was rocking rhythmically, and had her arms wrapped around Eric’s back as he lay on top of her. He had his face buried in her neck, on the opposite side than where I lay. I could make out the faint sounds of sucking and licking as he stimulated her neck and ear.

He was fucking her gently while she embraced him, in a way I could only describe as making love. My dick was hard, but I just lay there, pretending to still be sleeping, as I enjoyed the scene. I moved my view down to their hips, where she had her right leg wrapped tightly around his waist. I watched as he pressed her hips down into the bed with his thrusts.

He took his mouth off of her neck, and I heard him whisper, “I’m going to cum.”

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“You sure that’s okay, Joe? You don’t mind?”

I thought to myself for a minute. What the hell was there to mind? My business partner, Frank was simply asking me to look after his daughter for a few weeks – well, asking me and my wife, Jenny – while she attempted to get over her latest disastrous affair. It seemed that Frank wanted to put a bit of distance between her and the low-life that she had been seeing, and my house out in the country seemed like the obvious choice. Besides, his daughter and my wife were fairly close in age and we thought it was likely that they would get on together okay.

“Sure, Frank. Honestly, it’s no problem. Sally and Jenny will have a great time together. She’ll have forgotten all about this latest guy in a week or so!”

“Great! Thanks a lot, Joe. She’ll drive down on Saturday, okay?”

Assuring my friend that his daughter would be in good care, I put the phone down and smiled to myself. Sally was a nice, young brunette and deserved better than the guys that she habitually seemed to date. I knew that we would all get along fine!

Saturday came and Jenny and I welcomed Sally like an old friend. Jenny had made up one of the spare rooms and our charge seemed overjoyed at the small amount of trouble that we had taken to ensure that she was comfortable.

“Listen, Sally,” I said as my wife and I left the girl to unpack her bag, “I know you’ll most likely want to spend some time on your own, but for tonight I’ve booked us all a table at Luigi’s. I hope that’s okay?”

Sally nodded enthusiastically and threw a warm smile at me that melted my heart and stirred my loins. I had to be careful here. Apart from the fact that she was an extremely attractive girl, and had made a pass at me on several occasions, I knew that she was very vulnerable right now and I’m just not the sort of guy to take advantage – well not much advantage, anyway!”

Dinner went well and we all chatted freely and openly. Frank and I had been right; Sally and Jenny got along famously and on occasions I felt a little left out of their girlie chat.

“No. I’ve gone right off men!” Sally had consumed quite a lot of wine by the end of the meal and it had loosened her tongue a little.

“I mean it!” she continued, “apart from Joe here, I think all men are pathetic!”

“Oh, I don’t know!” Jenny countered, smiling cheekily at me, “Men have their uses!”

My heart seemed to miss a beat as I felt my wife’s foot run slowly up the inside of my leg. I turned and saw that look in her eyes.

“Even so,” Jenny continued, now looking back at Sally but still massaging my leg with her foot under the table, “maybe you’d like to join me and some of the local ladies for a girls evening at the house?”

“What? You mean talking about cooking and holiday plans. That sort of thing?”

“Ah, no, not really!” Jenny laughed.

For a moment, Sally was quiet until she finally caught on.

“You don’t mean -?”

Suddenly there was silence. I had known that Jenny was almost certainly going to try to initiate her new friend into the close circle of females beykent escort that met every Wednesday at our home, I just hadn’t expected her to act so soon.

I’ve always known that Jenny was bi-sexual. I’m not the jealous sort and it has never bothered me. Bothered me? Hell, it’s a real turn-on!

The rest of the meal was finished in relative silence and I wondered if she had pushed Sally too hard too soon. But Sally didn’t look offended, just composed and deep in thought. But we had already arrived back at the house before she really spoke again.

“You know what you were talking about earlier, Jenny?” She suddenly asked as we sipped drinks in the lounge.

Jenny’s eyes immediately locked onto the younger girls’ and smiled. She nodded.

“Well, I think I’d like to try!”

That was it. The ice had been broken.

“But I don’t think I’m ready for a whole bunch of strangers yet. Could you teach me by yourself?”

“You mean here? Now?” Jenny answered

Sally nodded and looked demurely down at the carpet. She really was a good looking young woman.

“I glanced over at my wife with a “do-you-want-me-to-leave?” look on my face. But, mercifully, Jenny shook her head before once again addressing Sally.

“If it’s what you want, honey. Of course. It will be my pleasure! You don’t mind if Joe stay’s, do you? I think he’s getting a little excited at the thought!”

Jenny wasn’t wrong! And as Sally smiled her immediate consent I could feel the start of what I knew would develop into a very solid erection.

Jenny didn’t waste any time – perhaps she was worried that the younger girl might change her mind. She rose quickly and joined Sally on the sofa while I looked on from my favourite arm chair. My wife’s arm snaked along the back of the sofa around Sally’s shoulders and I saw our friend’s body react sharply as she felt the first skin on skin contact.

Jenny continued her slow seduction. Her finger tips lightly touched Sally’s bare shoulders and gently stroked the young skin of her swan-like neck. Sally’s eyes closed and I heard a soft moan escape her painted lips; this sound being muffled as Jenny’s face lowered and their lips touched briefly.

Sally wanted my wife; that much was clear. Her arms curled around Jenny’s neck and pulled her down harder. The girls’ lips were locked in a wet embrace and I could see Sally’s tongue slowly extend from her own mouth and start to probe deeply between Jenny’s lips.

“Mmmmm…can I see your breasts please Jenny?” She gasped as the kiss was finally broken.

“I knew that my wife would never be able to resist such a request. She loves showing off her perfectly formed womanly globes, and she immediately pulled down her tight fitting top.

I watched with growing excitement as my wife’s bra-less boobs sprang free of their confines. Slowly, she took Sally’s hands and placed them on the warm globes. At first she used her own hands to show the younger girl how she liked to be touched, but Sally was a fast learner and after only a few seconds, sefaköy escort Jenny was able to leave her star pupil to explore by herself.

I looked on as Sally’s hands gently squeezed and fondled my wife’s breasts. Her nipples were getting harder with every second and both women had now started breathing a little more rapidly. Jenny’s hands were busy as well at the top of Sally’s dress. I could see her fingers tremble as she pulled the shoulder straps down and my eyes were treated to a second pair of boobs!

As My wife and her new friend began groping each other, the younger girl’s body was starting to react. I could see as she pressed herself up against Jenny trying to get as much physical contact as she could. Sally’s legs were also beginning to tremble a little too and her soft moaning had become a little more intense.

“Ohhh…Jenny!…that feels so good!” she murmured

But I could see that Jenny wanted to touch more than this girl’s breasts. Adjusting her position a little she managed to gently push Sally backwards and down onto the sofa. Her hands laid softly on the girls’ legs and gently parted them. Watching and waiting was agonising for me, but eventually Jenny managed to slowly push Sally’s dress up so that her panties were exposed.

Sally was now breathing hard as my wife began to kiss her way up those long, slender legs. Her fingers gripped the waistband of the undergarment and pulled them down with a flourish. I heard a gasp escape from Sally’s lips and her legs fell wide open as her hands rested on my wife’s head.

“Oh yes, Jenny!” She mumbled, “I want this…you know I want this!”

Jenny clearly couldn’t wait any longer and buried her face between Sally’s spread thighs. The younger girl moaned loudly as she felt my wife’s hot tongue on her clit. Her back arched and her legs shook. Her hips bucked forwards madly as the climax ripped through her lithe body.

Jenny continued to tongue Sally as she shook her way through a multiple orgasm. I watched in pure fascination as my partner’s daughter twisted herself back and forwards enjoying her first lesbian climax. As Jenny began to slow the lashing of her tongue, so the young woman began to relax her body. Her limbs still twisted and twitched but her breathing became slightly more regular and her voice returned in a horse whisper.

“Oh, Jenny! That was so good! But I want to touch you too! I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel!”

“Oh yes, baby!” Jenny replied as her head came up from between Sally’s open legs. “I was so hoping that you would say that!”

Quickly, my wife pulled off her skirt and panties. She lifted herself back onto the sofa gently and smiled down at Sally. Her legs opened slowly and she displayed her freshly shaved pussy. Sally may not have been experienced, but she quickly made up for this short falling in enthusiasm. She lowered her head down between my wife’s legs and, as her tongue gently lapped at Jenny’s hard clit, I saw the shiver that ran through her body.

“Yes, that feels nice, atakent escort honey!” Jenny cooed as she began to pluck vigorously at her own nipples. “Mmmm…yes,…eat me baby, eat me!”

Sally complied willingly and laved her tongue back and forth over Jenny’s engorged clitoris.

My own erection was throbbing almost uncontrollably by this time and I saw my wife glance up at me. The bulge in the front of my pants must have been clearly visible.

“Mmmm…that’s it Sally,” Jenny’s voice was steady now and commanding. She was taking control of the situation.

“Why don’t you let Joe rub that nice big cock all over your pussy, baby? I know you’ll like that!”

I love my wife, but as she uttered these words my feelings went well beyond that. I watched as Sally turned her head towards me and smiled. The nod of her head told me exactly what I wanted to hear and I was on my feet in a flash. My jeans came off easily but my underwear was more difficult and I heard Jenny giggle as I fought to pull it over my throbbing hard-on.

As soon as I was free of my clothes, I moved up behind Sally and nudged my cock against her pussy. I heard a muffled moan from her as she continued to lap away at my wife’s pussy and, taking this as a sign of encouragement, I pushed the first couple of inches into her soaked slit.

This time Sally’s squeal of delight was clearly audible and I began to rock my hips backwards and forwards. Her pussy felt tight and warm and I knew that there was no way that I was going to be able to hold out for long. Inch by inch I pushed my cock further up into her body, edging the younger girl forwards all the time and maximising her oral contact with Jenny’s open cunt.

Suddenly Jenny moaned deeply. I knew that sound and was fully aware that she was cumming thickly onto our friend’s face. I bucked my hips sharply and thrust up into Sally. Again she gasped into my wife’s pussy and caused Jenny to cum a further time. It seemed like I was the only one who hadn’t released yet, but the girls had some ideas about that!

Quickly everyone seemed to change positions and I was suddenly left without a hole to bury my throbbing tool into.

“On your back, lover!” Jenny laughed as she pushed me back onto the sofa.

I complied simply and let the two women do all the work.

As soon as I was down, I could feel hands and breasts being pressed all over my cock. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on something non-sexual. But it was useless. Long, slender fingers cupped my aching balls and nipples rubbed sensually along my shaft and glans. I could feel the cum rising and I knew that I had passed the point of no return.

I watched the girls kiss deeply again and felt Jenny’s hand on my dick as she pumped my cum out and onto Sally’s hot tits. I groaned again, half from the pleasure of release and half from the sight of my cum splashing against Sally’s breasts. The thick liquid didn’t seem to know when to stop and within a few short seconds Sally’s nipples and tits were covered in my cum.

Sally stayed with us for a full two weeks more and it was her father who eventually spoke to me to ask if everything was all right.

“You sure she’s not getting on your nerves, Joe?” He asked when he telephoned me. “I know she can be a handful!”

I smiled back down the telephone and prayed that Frank would never find out how much of a handful his daughter really was!

The End

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Kristen had been held up at work and was late for the party. It was evening, already after dark. She was out in the suburbs, somewhere with a lot of trees and lawns, and the street, when she found it, was already full of cars, double and triple parked up along the verges.

She drove slowly, found a space, and pulled in. She needed to change, to get out of her work clothes. She took off her shoes, sitting in the driver’s seat, then wriggled around to do the rest. She got her suit jacket off, and her shirt open, before she decided there wasn’t enough room in the car.

She opened the door and got out. It was dark. She’d be fine. She took off her shirt, and undid her suit pants and pulled them down a little. She was about to reach back into the car for her dress, when she realized.

There was a guy sitting in the car next to her. Sitting in the car, with a phone to his ear, his mouth open, staring at her.

A cute guy.

Kristen had no idea what to do. She was embarrassed. She was standing there in her bra, a fairly sexy, small bra, and it was completely her fault. She should have checked.

She decided to make the most of it. She grinned, and waved.

He smiled back.

She decided she liked him. She decided he had a nice face. She pulled down one cup of her bra and flashed him.

He looked started, then grinned back at her.

She put herself away, and he wound down his window.

“Sorry,” he said. “I thought you’d seen me.”

“Have now.”

“I’m on hold,” he said, looking at his phone. “I’d have been talking otherwise.”

“Don’t worry,” Kristen said.

She turned around and got her dress, and pulled it on over her head. She was pretty sure he was still watching. He hadn’t wound his window up yet.

“Are you still looking at me?” she said.

“Shit, sorry, I…”

“Be useful,” she said, and took a step backwards. “Zip me up.”

Nothing happened.

“Can you reach?” she said.

“Hold on.” He must have leaned out his car window. She felt his hand on the small of her back, felt him fumbling. Then he pulled the zipper.

“Thanks,” she said, and turned around.

She still had to get her pants down from under her dress, and she could either do that by tugging and wiggling and being ungainly, or she could keep going with whatever she was doing here and let him watch.

She pulled the dress up, over her pants. She pulled her pants down. Pulled them off one foot, then the other. Then stood there, grinning.

He sat there and stared. Her hips were right at the level of his nose, and her undies weren’t completely sensible. There probably wasn’t much to see, but whatever there was, he could see all of it.

She pulled the dress back down, slowly, and sat down in the driver’s seat to put on her shoes. Flashing him again a little, probably, and grinning.

“Okay,” she said. “Bye,” and went inside.

*

The house was nice. Kristen didn’t really know anyone, had been invited by a friend of a friend, but the house was nice, and the people seemed nice, and she kept wondering if she’d see the guy from outside.

He found her while she was perching on the arm of a sofa, and came and sat on the seat beside her. Someone had just got up from that spot, and Kristen had been wondering if she should take it herself when he landed there.

“You,” she said, and had a better look at him. She hadn’t been able to see properly outside. Definitely cute, and grinning at her like they had some secret together.

“I hoped I’d find you,” he said.

“And you did.”

“Can I get you a drink or anything?”

“You just sat down.”

“I’ll stand up.”

She picked a glass, from the side-table beside her, and showed him it was half-full. It wasn’t her glass, and she was a bit thirsty, but she didn’t really want him to move. This little game was quite interesting.

“What do you do?” he said. “You had a suit on when you arrived.”

She shook her head.

“You don’t want me to tell you?”

“Don’t ask about that.”

“Okay.” He sat there looking at her. “What do you do for fun?”

She shook her head again.

“I shouldn’t ask about you at all?”

“I’m not going to fall in love with you,” she said. “I’m not going to marry you. So what’s the point?”

He looked a little offended, but she was pretty sure he was pretending. “You’re not going to fall for me? You know that already?”

“Yep.”

“That’s sudden.”

She leaned forward, spoke quietly, “You’re a pervert. You leer at innocent women in the dark. Of course I’m not going to fall for you.”

He grinned.

“I might fuck you though.”

“Oh,” he said, and seemed quite surprised by that. “That’s good, then.”

“I think so.”

He sat quietly for a while, like he didn’t know what to say next. After a while, Kristen took off her shoes, undid them and dropped them on the floor and swung herself around so she was sitting facing him, her toes on the couch, against his leg.

“Don’t,” she said, since he was obviously trying to see up her dress.

He looked at her for a while. “I can topkapı escort rub them.”

“Rub what?”

“You’re feet. If they’re sore.”

She wanted to say that wasn’t why she’d taken off her shoes, but didn’t bother. She nodded, and held out one foot.

He did, and he did it well. Like he had before. Holding her foot pretty tight, so it didn’t tickle, running his thumbs up and down the length of her arch

“You haven’t got a fetish or something have you?” she said. “About feet?”

“Nope,” he said. “Have you?”

“Not about feet.”

He looked up, suddenly.

“Flashing people,” she said. “Obviously.”

“Really?”

She shrugged. Then, because she was actually after him in a way and didn’t want to put him off, she said, “I didn’t actually know until tonight, but apparently.”

He grinned, and kept rubbing her foot. It was actually quite nice to get a foot-rub at a party. Nicer than talking to strangers or passing out or whatever else she might be doing otherwise.

She took that foot away after a while, and gave him the other, and he looked up her dress when she did, but she didn’t mind, especially.

He started rubbing her calf. It felt good, like an actual massage.

“Sit down here,” he said. “You’ll be more comfortable.”

“I’m fine.”

“And I can reach more easily.”

“Reach what?” she said, but slid off the couch arm and sat beside him, her feet in his lap. She leaned back on her elbows, and watched him, and he rubbed higher up her legs. Rubbed her thigh.

And then rubbed ever higher. His hands were up under her dress, and he was watching her. She ignored him, looked around the room, let him work out how to grope her best.

He moved a bit, to reach, and got his hand all the way up to her hip. He wasn’t massaging now, wasn’t rubbing hard, he was being all slow and soft and teasing. She closed her eyes, and sighed. She couldn’t really help it.

After a while she realized he was hesitating, like he wasn’t sure how far she wanted to go.

She looked around. There people nearby, standing and talking, some in chairs opposite them, and another couple behind him, further down the couch. No-one seemed to be paying any attention.

“Go on,” she said, and he slid his fingers inside her underwear. She’d expected a bit of an outside rub, but he went up the inside of her leg, and over her lips, and right inside her. She was so wet he slipped straight in, and he felt so good she shivered, and bit her lip, and just sat there without moving.

She closed her eyes. She was being fingered in a crowded room, and no-one seemed to know or care. It was hot.

She slid a little closer. Bent one leg, and put the other right across him, so she was pressed against him and his hand up her dress was less obvious. As she moved she bumped Amber on the other side of him, who looked at her.

“Sorry,” Kristen said.

Amber smiled, and looked away, and didn’t seem to notice anything odd.

The guy had two fingers inside her, and was pushing his thumb down on her clit. It was like he was kneading wetness out of her. She was breathing roughly, almost panting. He was watching her.

“We can go somewhere else,” he said quietly. “More private.”

“No,” she said. “Right here.”

He looked around. He seemed more nervous than she was.

“Here,” she said.

She could smell herself. She could hear wet noises his fingers were making, when the music was quiet.

She was sitting in the middle of a room, of a dozen people, and getting fingered.

She was surprised how much it was turning her on.

“Kiss me,” she said, and he leaned over and kissed her.

She wriggled closer, settled into his arms, let him explore her. Explore with his mouth and explore with his hand. It was sexy and warm and nice. She moved her dress, made sure no-one going past could see, then sat there being kissed and fingered and relaxed and let herself slowly drift towards an orgasm.

“I can see what you’re doing,” a woman’s voice said suddenly. “Everyone else can too.”

Kristen opened her eyes. Someone was sitting on the arm of the couch, looking down at her, smirking.

“Don’t care,” Kristen said.

“Didn’t think you did. Can we watch?”

“I’m just sitting here,” Kristen said, grinning. “You do what you like.”

The woman sat beside her on the couch, and a guy who seemed to be with her sat next to her. Kristen looked around, and decided no-one else was watching. Not unless they were so discreet she couldn’t tell.

“I’m Amber,” the woman said. Kristen shook her hand.

“Kristen.”

“Shane,” said the guy with his hand inside Kristen. She grinned at him, and held out her hand, her left hand. He shook it, quite solemnly, without stopping rubbing her with the other.

“Is everyone really watching?” Kristen said.

“Just us.” Amber looked around. “And him.”

Kristen looked where Amber was and realized someone across the room was. That guy was smiling, but not quite as cute as Shane, and Kristen suddenly she wondered if fatih escort she minded being perved at by people who weren’t hot. She decided not.

“Keep going,” Amber said, and Shane looked at Kristen, and then did.

Amber stroked Kristen’s arm, and Amber’s man stroked Amber’s leg. Kristen wondered if she should ask what the other guy’s name was, since he was probably about to watch her come, but decided she didn’t care. She hunched forward, and kissed Shane, and pushed herself against him, and wasn’t sure if now and then she didn’t moan.

She was getting close, but she wasn’t sure she could, like this. She was a bit nervous, and he wasn’t touching her quite the right way.

“I want to do more,” she said into Shane’s mouth.

“We can go somewhere,” Amber said.

“I want to do more, right here, but I don’t know if I should. I don’t know if it’s rude, or if I’ll gross people out.”

“Go on,” Amber said, but Kristen hesitated.

The room was fairly dim, and the couch was backed into a corner, and Kristen was behind Amber and her boyfriend, hidden a little. It was getting later, too. The stage of the party where people started keeping to themselves, starting talking in smaller groups. It probably looked like that’s what they were all doing over here. Just whispering and talking and keeping to themselves, sharing the space there was on the couch as best they could. A few people had walked past while Kristen was getting fingered, and she didn’t think they’d noticed.

Kristen sat up, and kissed Shane, and said, “Your turn. I’ll do you.”

“You can’t here.”

“Right here.”

He looked around, seemed nervous.

She reached over, sat closer to reach, and slid her hand into his trousers. He was hard. Hard and hot and he closed his eyes when she touched him. She could reach, but not properly. She needed more room.

“Has anyone got a coat or something?” she said. “A scarf?”

No-one seemed to. Kristen decided she didn’t care, and undid Shane’s trousers, and pulled his shirt down to hide him as best she could. She licked her hand, as subtly as she could, licked her hand and kissed him and started jerking him off.

He looked like he felt about how Kristen had a moment ago. He closed his eyes, then opened them and looked at her, then glanced around nervous, and then closed them again. His cock swelled a little in her hand, and got warmer as she rubbed.

She wanted more. She wasn’t sure how far she was prepared to go, but she wanted more.

She bent over, moved his shirt.

“Kristen,” he said. “Shit, you can’t.”

She put him in her mouth, and he went quiet. She tasted him, felt the shape of him. She liked men. She liked their mouths, and she liked their cocks, and she liked running her hands all over their bodies. She liked the first feel of a new penis inside her. She sucked hard, slid down him deep, and realized Shane was gasping a bit.

“Shh,” she murmured, around his cock.

She was nervous at first. She didn’t know how obvious this was, how well she was hidden behind the other two, how awkward it would be if she was caught. She sucked, a bit jumpy, planning to get it done quickly.

Amber started stroking her back, and whispered, “You’re fine. No-one’s looking.”

The gentle touch, and the reassurance, calmed Kristen down a little. She slowed down a little, sucked gently, savored him. Savored what she was doing. She wanted to be doing this. She didn’t quite know why, but it was hot.

She started to relax. She started to get turned on by being here, doing this.

Some people walked through the room, talking and Kristen kept sucking, made a point of moving her head up and down to make it as obvious as she could what she was doing. The feet didn’t stop.

“God,” Shane whispered, “I’m close.”

She suddenly realized she hadn’t thought this though. She didn’t know him. She probably shouldn’t let him come in her mouth without a condom. Then again, she probably shouldn’t have started if she was worried, and she probably shouldn’t be blowing people in crowded rooms if she was that concerned about being sensible.

She glanced around. No-one outside their group had noticed them. Kristen kept sliding her hand up and down Shane’s cock. It was in plain sight, bare and shiny with spit and twitching slightly, no way she could be doing anything else.

She bent back down, and kept sucking.

Shane came. He pushed his hips up into Kristen’s face quite suddenly. Kristen went with him, took as much of him as she could into her mouth, swallowed. There was a lot. More than many guys had. It was sweet, fairly thick. She didn’t swallow the last of it, kept it in her mouth, tasting it. She sucked until he seemed finished, and then sat up.

She looked up, looked at Amber and her guy and swallowed the last of it as obviously as she could. Then she took a sip of beer, and wiped her mouth.

“That was fucking cool,” Amber said.

Kristen shrugged.

“You should do her,” Amber said to Shane.

“I did her for ages.”

“With your hand. Fair’s aksaray escort fair.”

“I will if you want,” Shane said to Kristen.

She was tempted. She wanted head. She wanted something. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to be as bare as she’d need to be to do it. Getting felt up and blowing someone in a crowd seemed okay, because she still had her clothes on. Pulling up her dress enough to get eaten out would basically leave her naked.

“No,” she said. “Maybe later.”

They all looked at her, and seemed disappointed.

Kristen hesitated, “Not head, anyway.”

Sudden interest.

“I’d fuck,” she said to Shane, “If you can.”

Silence.

“Can you?” She still had her hand on his cock, hidden under his shirt. It was slippery, wasn’t completely soft, but it wasn’t hard either.

“I can in a minute,” he said.

“If anyone’s got a condom? I don’t.”

Another silence.

“Oh shit,” Kristen said. “You’re kidding.”

Amber got her bag, looked inside. Said, “Sorry,” after a minute. The two guys just shook their heads.

Kristen felt annoyed. She felt like she’d been cheated.

“You could anyway,” Amber said.

“Easy for you to say.”

“I would.”

“I don’t know,” Kristen said.

“Have either of you got anything?”

Kristen shook her heads, then Shane.

“There you go.”

Kristen sat there, and looked at Amber. She knew it was a stupid thing to do, but was fairly sure she was going to anyway. “You get him hard,” she said. “And I’ll fuck him.”

Amber hesitated.

“Well?” Kristen said.

Amber nodded. “All right.”

Kristen looked at the guy with Amber. “He doesn’t mind?”

“He wants to fuck you.”

“Oh,” Kristen said, a little surprised.

“He won’t care while he thinks you might.”

Kristen grinned.

“There’s bedrooms upstairs,” Shane said. “Maybe we should.”

“Not yet,” Kristen said.

Amber bent over Shane. Kristen couldn’t really see. Amber was being subtle, like Kristen had, bending down, barely moving, trying to hide under her own hair.

Kristen still had her hand on Shane’s cock, and could feel Amber’s lips bump her hand occasionally. She watched, and realized she didn’t really care about watching. She wanted to be looked at herself, not see other people fuck.

“Okay,” Amber said, and looked at Kristen. Shane was hard.

Kristen leaned over and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you, but if you pull up my dress, if you take out my boob, do anything to let anyone see any of me, I’ll slap you so hard you can’t think and walk out of here, okay?”

Shane nodded.

Kristen climbed over. Her dress slid up, and she pulled it down, worried. She knelt on his lap, facing away from him, reached backwards, found his cock and held him.

He sighed into her ear.

She pulled her underwear to the side, and sat on him. She was wet, and ready. She pushed down, and he slid all the way inside her. She closed her eyes and sat there for a moment, feeling him inside. Feeling his head, and hardness and how slippery he was.

She could smell herself again, or smell them both. She wasn’t sure. She looked around the room, but no-one seemed to have noticed.

She squeezed herself as tight as she could, and he breathed harder like he could feel it. She squeezed, and moved slightly, tried to fuck him as unobtrusively as she could.

Her legs were a little way apart, a little obvious, so she pulled her dress down and held it there with one hand pushed hard between her legs. She’d started doing that to hold her dress in place, clamping it there, but she realized after a moment she was pressing on her clit, and it actually felt quite good.

She fucked him slowly, made herself keep quiet. Amber and her boyfriend watched.

It was hot. Kristen felt powerful, controlling. Shane started fucking up at her, and she squashed down with her hips, said, “Stay still.”

He tried to reach her clit, but she pushed him away, said, “I’m doing it.”

He kissed her neck instead, and that worked well. Shivering fire tingled down her body.

She looked around the room. She had a stranger’s cock inside her, she was fucking him on the sofa, and no-one knew. She liked that secret. She liked the chance that someone might look over, and notice, and tell the whole room.

She liked that the whole room might look at her.

She fucked harder, and started getting close. Shane was trying to grab her again, maybe her tits, not really paying attention. She caught his arm, and held it.

Shane came. She felt the flood of him, felt him spasm inside her, and squeezed herself tight around him. His spurt inside her made Kristen come too. She hadn’t meant to, had planned to be the one in control to make sure neither of them made too much noise, but it had been a long time since a stranger came inside her, bareback. She felt him, suddenly, and glanced around and room, and realized that seeing all the people who didn’t know what she was doing didn’t help with her staying calm, and then she came too.

She was fairly sure she moaned. She was fairly sure she closed her eyes and made an obvious orgasm face. She was fairly she she’d managed to keep her dress over herself while she did, and was glad about that. She was a little embarrassed, as she came down from it, but not so embarrassed she regretted it. She opened her eyes, though, glanced around and made sure no-one was looking.

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Pulled out of the memory by the pop and crackle of cheap speakers straining to handle the beat of the song’s bass line that the stripper on stage gyrates her ass to, which has the unfortunate effect of reminding me of Kelsey. It still only a month since it ended between us, the lingering pain of it ripping at me inside, and I take another sip of the auburn liquor. Closing my eyes and enjoying the burn as it runs down my throat. Turning my head from the stage before I open them again, this time an even more unsettling sight greets them. Jason has Elisa’s once lovely little stripper in his lap. Her long, red locks replaced by strait, platinum blonde. Her lovely breasts transformed into huge silicon tits that stretch her once cute nipples. Feeling guilt again about taking Jason here and, in my mind, I see Steph in the lobby of the hotel. Dolled up in her little dress that show off her perfect tits and ready to go out with her friends. Them whispering in her ear telling Steph the dirty things she is going to see tonight but me just seeing her smile and blush. Her tits jiggling a little as she laughed. The jiggle of the stripper’s big fake tits pull me back into the now as she holds Jason’s head between them slapping either side of his face repetitively. One of his hands move over her ass squeezing it while the other slowly works the end of an unlit cigar into her exposed cunt.

He slips the cigar from her cunt as she leans back; her hands moving down undoing his belt and zipper before her hand reaching in to pull out his hard, ready cock. Bringing the wet end of the cigar to his lips, tasting the stripper’s cunt as her hand grips and roughly strokes his shaft. Grinning stupidly as he lights the cigar and then leaning back as the stripper move up sliding the head of his cock over her cunt. I hear her once familiar moan as the head of his cock glides over her clit. Lifting up, she runs it down her slit before she lowers herself onto the head. Feeling it spread open her cunt before she slides down onto his prick.

“Going to remember this tomorrow?” she rasps as she starts to fuck him making his cock fill her pussy.

His eyes wide as he sucks at the cigar, “Last bit of pussy as a single man.” He groans before adding “Doesn’t mean I won’t be back for more through” he grins before his hips begin lifting up fucking her little cunt harder as he meets her thrusts with his own.

Her hand moving up griping his tie pulling on it roughly and it tightens around his neck; then she begs, “Please, baby, cum in me.”

I turn my head looking away remember Elisa yelling those very words, “Please, baby, cum in me.” But it is not me inside of her as she slides herself down onto the cock of the bearded man under her. His mouth beylikdüzü escort sucking at her nipple while another man works his thick black cock into her ass. Her eyes looking at the thick white dick being stroked by her third lover standing on the bed in front of her. I hear them in the hallway as I stand just outside my dorm room. The faces of my suite mates sparing me pitying looks as they quickly walk past. I resolve to slip the key into the door. Pausing for a moment debating the act of actually pushing it open when I hear her soft moans.

“Fuck me. Harder. Fuck me. Deeper in my ass, baby. I need all of your fucking cocks.” I close my eyes my heart racing as I finally push open the door and see her on my bed. Her almost pale white skin in stark contrast to her black lovers above and below her while her hand then reaches up stroking the third dick. Her hips gyrating as she roughly fucks both of their cocks inside of her. She arches her back as she hears the door open tightening her fuck holes and the two of them groan out in pleasure. The one in her ass blowing his load inside of her.

“Thank you for your cum baby,” she giggles as she flips her hair as she looks back to smile cutely over her shoulder at her lover as she twists her hand up and down the cock in front of her. Her thumb circles over the head of the cock in her hand smearing the pre-cum over the head of the hard dick. Her nail circles the tip and then presses roughly at his piss-hole making him groan out. Her thumb is coated in his pre-cum when she then turns her head to look at me standing there dumbly. She gives me that cute smile of hers I fell for, then bites her lower lip, and her eyes look at me almost sad. However, at the very same moment, she tightens her ass around the thick exploding cock. She presses herself forward almost popping it out of her tight ass before thrusting back hard and fast onto it. She feels the thick hot mixture filling her tight hole and oozing out around the black dick; the nasty white cum running down the crack of her ass. Her hips work back and forth up and down the monster cock milking it completely while the countenance she worked so hard to hold while looking at me breaks as she lets out a low feral moan.

Her eyes leave mine as she pulls her hand back from the cock in front of her. She looks intensely up into his eyes as she runs her tongue slowly over her thumb tasting him and then ask sweetly, giggling, “Do you want to cum in my ass?” before she begs, “Please, baby, I need your big, fat cock in my little asshole,” as the thick black cock finally spent slips from her dirty fuck hole and he staggers back to rest against the wall. The third lover needing no further avcılar escort encouragement moves around behind her. Her asshole is gaping and leaking cum that runs down over her cunt as well as the cock thrusting up deep inside of it. Her white lover bends his knees as he positions himself behind her before he slams his hard thick cock deep into her asshole filling her up again causing her to let out a loud satisfied moan.

Her eyes turn back to me and this time there is no fake smile or false fawning look. Her jaw is set and her striking blue eyes are a mixture of fury and sadness. At that very moment, I finally catch the flicker of the engagement ring I bought on her finger that she must have discovered. She grits her teeth then her body shakes. Her toes curl and the feeling rises up her body making her legs quiver as an orgasm overcomes her; the feeling of ecstasy spreads throughout her body. Then she closes her eyes and she whispers, “I need to taste my ass on that fucking cock.” The man against the wall staggers forward and spares me a moment’s glance but I have already turned and am slamming shut the door behind me having been given my answer.

I almost rush from the room–the suite–the building. Walking quickly and purposefully but with absolutely no destination in mind. I pace under the stately oaks whose leaves have turned brown and gently fall to the ground preparing the trees for winter. I hear them crunch and crackle under my feet. The wind gust past me rustling the leaves and ripping through me hinting at the cold to come. I make my feet continue to move one foot in front of the other. A shiver passes over and through me as I see her still working herself onto those men before my eyes. Seconds, minutes, hours, may have passed but I am still not out of that dorm room. I don’t hear the squeal of the car’s brake and the honk of the driver’s horn having almost hit me while I crossed the street in a haze. Numb to the world, I take the path next to the campus president’s house, down the plateau the campus sits upon, and make my way across the abandoned soccer field below. At its far edge, I pass underneath the canopy of the old forest unto the cross country path. The light of the full moon shining through the branches above me as I walk down the path and hear the soft trickle of the creek up ahead. My feet carrying me up the small bridge that passes over it and I finally pause at the apex of the bridge.

Turning, I move to the edge of the bridge. My hands move down to feel the cold, rusted metal of the railing. My fingers grip it and my fists turn white as I let myself feel the raw, pure, hot rage inside of me. “Elisa, you fucking wh…ahrghhh” I spit out through clenched esenyurt escort teeth. Coming in waves following the anger are the pangs of sadness, betrayal, and guilt. Falling to my knees, my hands holding desperately to the railing, “How could you be so fucking stupid.” I say to myself before I stare out over the creek. I don’t know how long I knelt there just listening to the trickle of the creek’s water over the round smooth stones of its bed. I see the the moon coming out from behind the clouds and its light is reflected on the churning surface of the water before I finally pulled myself back to my feet. My hand moves up letting my fingers gently rub my eyes as I pull myself together when I hear the sound of footsteps coming up along the path behind me. I lean forward and let my hands hold the railing again steadying myself as I do not even need to turn my head to confirm that she has found me. Her footsteps soft on hard floor of the bridge and I remember laughing to myself as it was the first time I can remember her without heels. However, no sound escapes my lips and I shrug my shoulder pushing her hand away as she tries to touch me.

“Sor..” she starts then thinks better of it “I didn’t…didn’t want you to actually have to see that,” she says softly unsure of herself for the briefest of moment and I close my eyes my hands griping the railing again. “You know me. You know what I am fucking like. Did you really think I would suddenly change who I am because you bought me a fucking ring, ” she continues bitterly then she tosses the ring against my back and I hear the metal clink as it hits the hard surface of the bridge. I look down concentrating on the flow of the water over the rocks below when I hear her start again “God, Chris, yell at me. Scream at me. I fucked them in our…” her voice breaks “our bed. Please, be mad at me. Hate me….fuck me…” she ends trailing off.

Silence between us for a moment but I cannot stand it anymore as I hear her sniffle. I turn intending to scream what I have been feeling but I see the tears staining her cheeks running down from her big blue eyes. The rage ebbing away as I step close to her. My hands moving up holding her face gently as my thumbs wipe away her tears. She looks up into my eyes and I lean my head forward. My forehead pressing up against hers before I lean forward my lips kissing hers firmly. I feel her press her lips against mine and her lips part sucking softly on my upper lip before I make myself pull back from her warm embrace. “I’m sorry. I let myself believe the illusion.” I whisper my mind replaying all the moments between the her and I, “I love you Elisa…but I…I can’t do this…we’re done.” I state leaning up to kiss her forehead before I pull away, walking up the path from which I came, and leaving her alone in silence on the bridge behind me. Turning her head and body away from me defiantly, Elisa’s hand moves over the rough, corroded metal of the bridge and bows her head. Her blue eyes reflecting light of the moon on the water flowing slowly below her.

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My girlfriend and I are both students at a large Southern University. We recently took sexual education together as an elective, as we heard it was a great class. It was a great class, and it led us into the most sexual experience of our lives!

Stacey and I have been together since High School, and are currently in our Junior year in college. We enjoy a great sexual relationship, and try to be very open to new ideas and experiences. That’s one reason we signed up for Sexual Education. We thought we might learn something new.

The class was great! We got into almost every aspect of sexuality from impotence and other sexual disorders to group sex and sadomasochism. The class was taught by a very open minded professor, who would often show videos, which were very erotic, and also would teach from clinical research studies from all over the world.

Stacey and I especially enjoyed the chapter on multiple orgasms. We were taught how to find the G-spot, how to stimulate the clitoris for maximum pleasure, and basically how to have great sex!

Stacey was eager to try out our new found knowledge, and after a few attempts, I was giving her the best orgasms she had ever had. I could keep her cumming for as long as she could handle it, and often she would be totally exhausted afterwards.

Stacey is a screamer, and tends to yell out while having an orgasm. I love it! It is the biggest turn on to me to hear Stacey scream out with pleasure. Her body tenses up, and she shakes all over, her pussy contracting around my fingers as I rub her G-spot and lick her clit and around her little pink lips.

Stacey shares a fairly large two story apartment with two of her sorority sisters, who are both very hot, but aren’t very outgoing. They date these really boring kind of guys who aren’t really worried about pleasing there women. So Heather and Jen didn’t really know what good sex was. They weren’t even sure if they had had an orgasm before, if you can believe that.

Stacey tells them all about our sex life, and they joke about how loud Stacey gets. I think they enjoy listening. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I caught Heather and Jen peaking in on Stacey and I, as I was performing the multiple orgasm trick.

Stacey was moaning loudly, and I had my face buried in her muff, two of my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, rubbing against the inside of her pubic bone. She was shaking and grinding her pussy against my face wildly. I heard something and looked up and saw the two girls peaking in the door.

“Come on in”, I said.

They were embarrassed, and started to walk back downstairs, but Stacey asked them to come in.

“We’re sorry,” Heather said.

“We bahçelievler escort just had to see what was making you scream like that.”

“I’ve been trying to tell you!” Stacey said.

“We learned it in Sex Ed, and Jeff is great at it!”

Stacey and I were both naked, and I could tell her roommates felt a little uncomfortable with the situation.

“We could show you how to do it,” I said.

“Not that Josh or Tim would ever take the time to do it, but maybe one day you will date guys that care!”

“That’s a great idea!” Stacey said.

“You guys have to experience this, it’s the best sex ever!”

I was a little surprised that Stacey was actually considering this, but she is pretty open with her good friends, and I think that she felt it was important for her friends to get a little enjoyment out of sex.

Heather and Jen looked at each other, and then Jen asked my girlfriend how we would teach them.

Stacey thought about it, and said “well, you have to experience it to learn what it feels like before you can learn how it’s done.”

“I don’t mind letting Greg do it, I mean we’re all friends, and it’s not like we’re going to tell anyone.”

I couldn’t believe it! Stacey was actually suggesting that I sexually stimulate both of her roommates for purely educational purposes. I tried to hide my excitement, but could feel my cock getting hard.

“Well I guess that would be OK, as long as we don’t tell anyone,” Jen said. “And as long as Greg is OK with it, ” Heather said.

“Oh, I’m sure he won’t mind, will you?” Stacey asked.

“As long as it’s for educational purposes,” I replied sarcastically.

“When should we do it?” Heather asked.

“How about right now”, I said.

Before anyone could reply I said “I’ll go lock the door,” and ran downstairs.

When I went back upstairs, Jen and Heather were in bed with Stacey with the covers over them, their clothes lying next to the bed. I was still naked, and couldn’t help getting a hard on, after all, I was about to have sex with two beautiful girls, and my girlfriend is cool with it!

I got on the bed, and asked who wanted to go first.

Heather and Jen looked at Stacey for guidance, and Stacey said for Jen to go first.

I pulled back the covers, and still couldn’t believe my good fortune. Lying on the bed in front of me were three gorgeous young girls, completely naked, waiting for me to give them the most pleasurable experience of their lives.

I grabbed Jen by the ankles and pulled her towards me on the bed. Jen is about 5’3″, with shoulder length blonde hair, little round tits, yenibosna escort and a very tight little body from being a gymnast. It was the first time I had seen her completely nude. She was pretty tan, and her pussy was neatly shaven with a small patch of light brown pubic hair at the top.

“Now the first step is always foreplay,” I was trying to sound scientific.

“You’ve got to be aroused before you can ever have an orgasm.”

I looked up at Stacey, “Am I right?”

“Yes, of course,” she said.

“Close your eyes and relax.”

I started by gently sliding my hands up and down Jen’s body, caressing her tits and stomach slowly. Jen got goose bumps, and her nipples began getting hard. I then kneeled over her and began kissing her soft neck, nibbling on her tiny earlobes, working my way down to her lovely tits. I kissed Jen’s chest and tits softly, still caressing her stomach with my hand. Her nipples were light brown, and very erect. I took them into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue, as I took each of her tits into my mouth. Jen began to tremble, and was breathing deeply. Stacey and Heather were watching intently as their roommate became more and more aroused.

I moved down to her stomach and kissed my way down to Jen’s muscular little thighs, licking and kissing them up and down while gently caressing her lower stomach and her soft little muff.

I slowly spread Jen’s legs, kissing and caressing her inner thighs, finally reaching her smoothly shaven crotch.

I spread her lips with my fingers, revealing Jen’s extremely wet little pussy. It was light pink and was glistening with her wetness.

I looked up at Stacey and Heather, who also seemed pretty excited. Stacey was rubbing her tits with one hand and her pussy with the other. I was extremely excited as well, and my cock was stiff as can be.

I placed my face over Jen’s crotch, taking in her sweet scent, and began licking the inside of her wet lips up and down.

Jen’s body shook, and she let out a little squeal. I continued licking her slowly for a minute or two, and then slowly inserted one and then two fingers into her tight little hole.

Jen’s pussy was so sweet and wet that I felt like I was going to cum. I worked my fingers in and out of her slowly while still licking her pink lips. She was moaning softly, her eyes closed and her face tense with excitement.

I began rubbing my fingers against her pubic bone, and felt her muscles contract when I found her G-spot. I then moved my mouth up over her little clit, licking it slowly at first, but then faster, taking it in and out of my lips.

Within kayaşehir escort seconds, Jen arched her back and began to cum. Her pussy muscles squeezed my fingers tightly as I rubbed up and down over her g-spot. “aaaahhhh, oh yes, oh my god, oh yes,” she was screaming, her face tensed, and her head moving from side to side.

I looked up at my girlfriend, who was watching Jen’s facial expressions, and rubbing her pussy furiously. I think she might have cum as well.

I kept this up for a few minutes, and Jen had one orgasm after another. When I stopped, Jen’s body relaxed, and she tried to catch her breath.

I was still sporting a huge woody, and I was starting to get blue balls. I laid down between Stacey and Jen, looking to my girlfriend for a little relief.

Stacey knew what I wanted, and began stroking my swollen cock as Heather watched closely.

Jen finally looked up, “that was incredible” “I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that for this long.” “Thank you!” Jen said, smiling up at me.

I ran my fingers through Jen’s soft blonde hair, and gently nudged her head towards my lap, “feel free to return the favor any time,” I said.

Jen got the hint and looked up at Stacey for approval.

Stacey was reluctant, but finally said, “go ahead.”

Jen got up eagerly, and went down on my cock, wrapping her soft lips around my dick head and then taking it all into her mouth. It felt great! I just laid my head back and closed my eyes, my hands resting on Jen’s head as she bobbed up and down over my prick.

“Can I go now?” Heather asked.

I didn’t reply, as I was in my own little world.

“Sure!” Stacey replied.

“I’ve been wanting to try it on someone myself, you don’t mind, do you?”

“Well I guess not, it’s not like we’re gay or something.”

Jen gave great head. She was deep-throating my cock while gently rubbing my balls, her tongue licking the base of my dick head every time she came up. I told her I was about to cum, so that she would be ready, expecting her to stop, but she didn’t. She let me cum in her mouth and took it all in, not stopping ’till she was sure I was done.

“Thank you, that was great.” I said.

Jen leaned up and gave me a kiss, “any time,” she whispered.

I hadn’t been paying attention to Stacey and Heather, and was surprised to find my girlfriend with her face buried in another girl’s crotch. She had never been with another girl before, and I was extremely turned on as I watched her fingers slide in and out of Heather’s pussy, and her tongue licking circles around Heather’s clit.

Heather was bucking wildly against Stacey’s face, her hands clutching the back of Stacy’s head, holding her tightly against her pussy. She started to cum, letting out a high pitched cry, and creaming all over Stacy’s face.

Jen laid down beside me and rested her head on my chest, as we watched Stacey and Heather. “That was wonderful,” she said.

We were all exhausted, and fell asleep in bed together. Hopefully we’ll do it again sometime.

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This is a work of fiction.

This is also my very first story and constructive feedback would be very appreciated. I also want to know if you want more stories from me.

I write in British English.

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“Ready for lunch?” Devin asked, poking his head through the doorway of Ray’s executive office.

“Sure.” he sighed. He could use a break. Saving his work, he grabbed his jacket as he stood up and joined Devin in the hallway.

Devin smirked and asked, “Stakeholders giving you a hard time again?”

“Yeah, because those randy old farts have nothing better to do.” he muttered, scowling at the thought of those badgering old coots.

Damn, he felt tired, feeling the tension in his back. It was so stiff it felt left like he had a plank straight across his shoulders. What he wouldn’t do for a good fuck right about now, but he was still single. Guess he shouldn’t complain. At least he wasn’t stuck with a plastic surgery enhanced gold digger. Fuck, they’re annoying.

Chatting leisurely, they strolled past the scantily clad receptionist, waiting at the elevator.

Ray and Devin were best friends since college. Where Ray studied Business, and worked his way up to his current position of CEO; Ray started as an intern and ended up becoming one of the top talented web developers of Syosis Industries. It was ironic that both ended up working in the same company.

“How’s your day been?” he asked.

The elevator dinged, and they stepped inside.

“Oh, you know. I have to mentor an intern now.”

“When does that start?”

“Couple of weeks. Let’s hope they’re not a moron.” Devin smiled mischievously.

Ray snorted. Devin liked to play pranks, which sometimes landed him in hot water.

“Try to stay out of trouble. We don’t want a repeat of last time.” he said.

“That’s why I have you.” Devin said, trying to sound innocent but failing.

“Yeah, yeah.” Ray rolled his eyes at him.

They were outside on the sidewalk, admiring the sexily dressed men and women walking by. Some were barely covered and looked ready to fuck right there on the pavement. It wouldn’t surprise Ray if they already did.

The city of Rivergate is split into two parts. East and West Side. Syosis Industries is located in the West Side which doesn’t allow citizens to live there under the age of 20. This section of Rivergate allows sex inside certain businesses which is marked by the infinity symbol after the business name, which can be found all throughout West Side. The idea of clothes is not to protect from the weather but to encourage sex between partners. Underwear was prohibited. Rivergate also implemented a law that strongly encourages multiple sex partners if you’re single, but if you’re married, you can decide if you want to register a permanent third (or more) to your family name or have multiple random sex partners.

“The bakırköy escort usual place?” asked Devin. A light breeze ruffled his short brown hair.

Ray thought for a few seconds then nodded in agreement. They turned left and walked two blocks before stopping in front of an opaque double window with the words “Sensual Delights Coffee Shop” in a large golden script near the top. He pushed open the door and walked in, stopping briefly to adjust to the dim light inside. Cool air lightly blew over his face and he breathed in, enjoying the feel of it on his skin.

The interior was decorated in the Moroccan style and as a nod to its name, the coffee shop only had booths which allowed its customers to pair up and have sex should the need arise. Spotting a booth near the back wall, he walked over and passed a few couples in the middle of sex. Erotic arabesque music was playing softly through the wall-mounted speakers placed strategically around the café. The men drove their cocks inside their partner’s pussy or ass (if they were two males together) to the erotic beat of the drum.

Ray made himself comfortable. His jacket lay on the seat and he had loosened his tie. Since Devin was a web developer, his clothing was less restrictive, and he went ahead and opened half of his navy-blue shirt. The tension in Ray’s shoulders started to melt away and he grinned at Devin.

A young auburn-haired girl sashayed to their table, handing them menus. She had lovely perky tits big enough to fit in the palm of Ray’s hand. She wore a white boob tube with matching skirt that didn’t completely cover her ass. As per Rivergate’s law, she had no underwear.

“What can I get you?” she asked them with a smile.

“A beer for us, sweetheart. What’s your name?” he asked her with a grin.

“Angie.” she replied.

“Angie, please inform your manager that we’re ordering extra service from you for the duration of our lunch. Do you consent?”

“Yes, sir. Please give me your name so that I can inform the manager and I’ll be right back with your beers.”

“Ray Fletcher.”

“Of course, Mr. Fletcher. I’ll be back soon.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

Devin laughed, his chocolate brown eyes twinkled with mirth. One hand relaxed on his hard six-pack abs, the other was spread out on the back of the booth. He was shorter than Ray’s 6’0″, topping at 5’11” but he was toned in all the right places. This made him popular with both sexes of the population.

Carding his hand through his black hair, Ray chuckled. He was just as muscular as Devin and on occasion when he didn’t have time or was exceptionally horny, he would look for Devin and fuck him through the mattress, so to speak.

“Lunch is on me, Dev. Enjoy.”

“Thanks, man.”

Just then, Angie reappeared with their beers. She set them on ataköy escort the table and waited when Ray moved out of his side so that she can slip into the middle. Cupping her face towards him, Ray leaned over and gently nibbled on her soft bottom lip. She moaned softly, her eyes closed, lost in the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth, forcing her lips open, kissing her deeply. Devin moved closer behind her, pushing her top to below her tits so that the breasts brushed against Ray’s chest. Leaning slightly back, she made space for Devin’s fingers to play with her nipples while Ray was devouring her mouth. Their tongues duelled sensually, and he could hear Devin sucking up soft love bites just below her ear. Leaning closer, Devin sneaked a sexy lick at the corner of Ray’s mouth and winked before resuming his sexual assault on her soft, pliant skin. He loved seeing his marks on her.

He lowered his left hand to her tit, tweaking her nipple hard while his other hand snaked down to play with her clit. His finger pushed inside her pussy, making a squelching sound while his thumb rubbed tantalising circles on her clit. Wet heat surrounded his finger and he groaned in appreciation. In and out, in and out. Devin’s hand was on her other tit doing the same treatment. Electric sensations snaked up from her clit to her tits and she was blindsided by her orgasm, shuddering hard in their arms. Ray kept up rubbing her clit until he brought her gently down from her orgasm.

“Ready, sweetheart?” he asked.

Nodding, she scooted closer to unzip his pants and lift his 9″ cock reverently.

“Dev, finger her ass will you?”

Devin mumbled his agreement and shuffled closer to Angie’s back, waiting first for her to settle herself on Ray’s rock-hard cock. He licked his lips. During their playing, some of the patrons who weren’t engaged in sex settled in their seats to watch the show.

Ray groaned in pleasure as his cock pushed inside Angie’s pussy, the heat enveloping him. She was so wet for them and he loved her enthusiasm. She tightened her cunt walls reflexively and he closed her eyes to settle his breathing. If she keeps this up, he’s going to blow before he gets to fuck her.

“Oh, God.” He muttered.

Starting with a steady but fast pace, he felt Angie bounce on his cock. Her head leaned back on her shoulders, mouth open in ecstasy. He knew that Devin had started pushing his fingers in her ass and that she felt the double penetration. Devin only had to keep his hand close enough so that she can fuck herself on them without needing to move. Soon, he had three fingers in her ass and she was keening in pleasure.

Shifting slightly so that he can sit straighter, Ray decided it was time to fuck. He breathed softly next to her ear and made sure she heard every sexy sound he made while his cock thrust into her şirinevler escort from below. She was so turned on by this that she came again, screaming and that’s when Ray gripped her hips, holding her still while he rammed her hard so that his cock penetrated deep into her pussy.

“Your cunt is mine! I’m going to fill it with cum and you’re going to walk with it dripping down your thighs, you hear me?”

“Yesss.” She hissed.

“I want the customers to slip their fingers in your cunt and taste my cum.”

“Oh, God, yes. Fuck me harder.”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

He fucked her hard, balls slapping against skin, her smooth pussy sucking his cock loudly. The heavy beat of the bass drum reverberated in sync with their bodies, fucking them as they fucked each other. With a loud cry, he gave one last, deep thrust and came inside her cunt. So much so, it started dripping before he even finished.

Devin had removed his fingers earlier when he recognized the look on Ray’s face that said the waitress is about to get the hardest fuck of her life.

They sat still for a few minutes while their breathing slowed down. After a while, Ray twisted to help Angie stand by the edge of the table, leaning on it a little.

Meanwhile, Devin had also shifted to the edge of his seat, cock in hand, jacking slowly.

“Go to Devin, sweetheart. Time to get your ass fucked.”

Grinning at Devin, she did as Ray asked. She stood in front of him facing towards the front of the café and slowly impaled herself on his cock. Fuck, she was tight! The patrons had a good view of her clean-shaven pussy as well as the sight of Devin’s cock entering her from behind. He didn’t bother wasting time and immediately rocked her hard on his cock, causing hot friction to tingle up her spine.

“Yeah, show your pussy, baby. Play with your nipples. Let everyone see what a slut you are.”

“I love your cock.” She panted.

“Ride it baby. Ride it hard. Fuck it, slut.”

Thanks to Ray’s teasing show, Devin was so hard he could pound nails. He knew he wasn’t going to last long so he fucked Angie’s ass as hard as Ray fucked her pussy. Slap, slap, slap; his balls struck skin. When he was close, he thrust faster and then abruptly stopped with a shout, coming hard. A huge load of cum spurted out of his cock into her ass only for it to drip out as well.

Slapping her lightly on the butt cheek, he said, “Thanks, baby. I needed that more than I thought.”

“No problem.” She grinned.

Feeling better after his fuck, Ray ordered lunch and every time Angie came over to check on them he would push his fingers into her cunt. In no time, she was flushed and ready to come. When Ray was ready to pay the bill and leave, he decided to give Angie sit on his lap again, facing the customers. Her legs were hanging on the outside of his knees and, so he pushed her open to display her pussy to the customers.

Ray finger fucked her in full view of everyone and it wasn’t long before she came again. She sighed happily.

“Thanks for the service, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Fletcher. See you next time.”

Ray and Devin headed back to the office, feeling the satisfaction of a great fuck.

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Author’s Note: I’m filing this story under Group Sex, but as it goes on it’s probably going to encompass just about everything under the (consensual) sun. If you have an allergic reaction to any particular kind of sex, you might want to avoid this. If, on the other hand, you’ve got an open mind and are looking for a fun ride, read on.

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I guess it all starts with the house. Simon once told me that everything that happened, everything we became, was because of the house’s mystic powers, an energy embedded in the walls. I think he was joking. Still, in a different time and a different place, who knows what would have happened? Could we ever have become more than the sum of our parts? So I’ll start with the particular.

The house was a relic of an older, aristocratic age, Victorian as only some displaced Englishman feeling an ocean between him and Victoria could be. I wasn’t much of an architectural expert, but I knew that much. It had definitely seen better days — there was little paint remaining, and the porch sagged disturbingly under my feet. Still, it had survived successive eras of modern styles, so I thought it had to have some wiles within it.

Padma looked almost apologetic. “It’s not much too look at, but it’s a great location, and it’s kind of huge.”

“I kind of like it,” I said.

Padma put on one of her half-smile half-frown expressions that she made when she was unsure how to respond. “Well, then you’ll really like the inside. Come on in. And don’t worry about the porch, it’s been like thatfor years.”

I had met Padma in my first year of university. I always had at least one class with her, usually two or three, and so I had a front row seat to a perplexing metamorphosis. In first year she hid in the back rows of lecture halls and at the far ends of tutorial rooms, never speaking a word and spending most of the time staring down at her paper. Second year she found her voice and became a champion of Eastern philosophy, excoriating all of us for our Western bias and pointing out that Kant and Heidegger were echoed by Indian philosophers more coherent and seven centuries older. She returned from the summer break after that year with a shaved head, her long raven river that had extended down to her waist no more. By the end of the four-year degree she was quoting queer theory at every opportunity and marching across campus for any number of political causes.

Still, all through this we were never really friends — she was someone I watched like they were in a fishbowl, fascinated by her changes. Besides which, Padma and I had competely opposite personalities. Whereas she would swing passionately from one polemical pole to another, I could never make up my mind, always trying to find some point of compromise or moderation. She had called me a borgeouis liberal capitulator on numerous occasions. Still, we had ended up talking at the post-last-class night of drinks, and when I mentioned I was looking for a place she offered up a recently vacated room in the house she lived in.

I decided to give it a shot, given the prohibitive price or untenable distances of all the places I had looked at so far. Downtown Toronto was not a friendly place for an out-of-work student.

About halfway through the tour I began to realize that while Padma had described this place as huge, it wasn’t really that big — it just had a lot of rooms, rooms that were for the most part small and angly. When I mentioned this to her she laughed. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Half of the bedrooms here are actually servant’s quarters. They’re more like walk-in closets.”

“And one of those would be my room, right?”

Padma grinned. “You catch on quick.”

Upstairs we found a skinny girl with dyed black-and-green hair staring into a computer screen. It looked like she was editing some kind of video. I waved at her. “Hi! My name’s Mike, and…”

She only grunted in response.

Padma smiled, as if this was endearing behaviour. “That’s Julia. She’s a nice girl, believe me, just don’t bother her when she’s working or you’re liable to get your head bitten off.”

“Ookay…”

“Up here you have the three main bedrooms, belonging to Julia, Simon and Dawn. They were here first and started this whole thing, so I guess they get priority. It’s not much of an issue, as the other three of us never sleep in our rooms anyway.”

“Huh? Why?”

Padma stared up at the roof and whistled. “Oh! I haven’t shown you the garden yet. You have to see this.”

The house’s backyard was almost entirely taken up by a sprawling vegetable garden. It was still spring, so nothing had really come up yet — but judging from the near-forest poking out of the ground, complete with a couple young trees scattered around, it was sure to be a bumper crop.

I bent down to look at the tiny buds growing along a tomato vine. “So I guess you’ve got some eco-nuts in the house, huh?”

Padma laughed. “You could say that. This is the communal garden. I guess communality… maslak escort communalness? Whatever the word is– is kind of the rule around here. Everyone has their own bedroom, but we share everything else, and divide up the chores and cooking duties. Like, everyone has a turn once a week to cook supper, and it’s usually a big meal where we can all unwind and shake off all the crap of the day.”

“So it’s some kind of hippy thing,” I said, trying to keep the judgemental tone out of my voice. Still, this was all a bit much. I was looking for a place to live, not a family, and certainly not some kind of commune. “Well, I have to warn you, I’m not much of a cook.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” said Padma. “Josh just orders take-out every week, so you’ll probably have him beat.”

Finally, Padma showed me to what would be my room. The loud sounds of some violent video game issued from the one across from mine. It was on a lower level and was indeed small and secluded, with only a small high window letting light in. It was easy to believe that this had been servant’s quarters Still, it was kind of nice, and I had never needed that much space.

“Well, it’s not exactly the Ritz,” I said. “But I could live here.” My mind was conflicted, my distaste for hippies dueling with my amazement at and desire for a cheap room close to downtown.

“There’s one more thing you should know.” Padma’s voice was quieter, and she sounded a bit concerned. “People around here tend to be a bit, uh… sexually… you know, open. You don’t have to participate in it if you don’t want to, but you’ll definitely be exposed to some pretty wild stuff.”

I raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t sure whether to be intruiged or repelled. “So when you said you do everything communally…”

Padma nodded sheepishly. She was suddenly back to the shy religous girl of freshman year.

“Wow.” And here I thought free love had died out in the 70s. Padma had never talked much about her life, but I imagined a sweet monogamous relationship with a nice girlfriend, not a roving antiquarian orgy. Still, there was something attractive in the idea, although maybe it was just the male lizard-brain desire for free sex with multiple partners.

“Like I said, nobody would force you to do anything, but you should be aware that… well, that shit happens around here, and people aren’t really that private about it.”

I nodded, hoping it would shake loose the conflicted elements of my mind. It didn’t. “Well, call me a romantic but I’ve always been a one-girl guy. Still, I like to think of myself as open-minded… live and let live, you know? So, uh, I don’t have a problem with it.” In other words: I don’t want to be a part of your weirdo sex cult (although now I was wondering what Padma looked like naked), but I can’t really say no to the cheap rent.

Padma grinned, a bit slyly. “Great. So, can I put you down as our newest servant?”

“Give me some time to decide,” I said, wanting to hedge my bets in case I tripped over a better offer.

“All right, but don’t think too long,” Padma said. “Julia keeps trying to get one of her porno friends in here, and she can be ferocious.”

“I’ll try and be quick, then. Wait… porno friends?”

There was that sly smile again. “There are some… interesting people here.”

—

Of course, nothing was that easy. After another week of fruitlessly searching for an equally cheap and well-located but more normal place to live, I gave Padma a yes. My student housing was about to evaporate under my feet, and the other option was going back to Bumfuck, Manitoba to live with my parents. That wasn’t happening.

Then the trials started. First Julia, the intense girl with the colourful hair that I had been foolish enough to disturb on my first visit, called me and let loose a barrage of indirect insults before demanding I get tested and provide a clean bill of sexual health before she would agree to let me in. No matter how many times I repeated it, she didn’t seem to grasp that I wouldn’t be joining the orgy and certainly wasn’t getting a needle up my dick. Padma finally got her to back off, I guess, because the matter was eventually unceremoniously dropped.

And then I had to meet with everyone who lived there, one-on-one, just to make sure they were okay with me. “Do we really have to go through all this shit just to admit a boarder?” I said to Padma over the phone. “I mean, I’m getting kicked out of my place in three days. Can we put some of the hoops away?”

“Stop whining,” she said. “It’s nothing. Most of the people here are really open-minded, so it’s not like they’re going to give you too hard of a time. They just want to meet you. After all, this is like a family… you don’t want to admit people to your family without getting to know them first.”

“From what you’ve been telling me, this is a pretty incestuous family.”

She giggled. “You’re going to fit right in. Trust me.”

“See, you sarıyer escort mean that as a compliment, but I’m kind of offended.”

The interview was held in their dining room, which was probably the biggest room in the house — a big salon intended for entertaining guests and celebrating in opulent style. Its current purpose was a bit more utilitarian than that — the table was covered with the day’s accumulated junk, and the most prominent decoration on the wall (wedged between some modern art) was a detailed chore chart delegating tasks amongst the group in the iron dictates of dry-erase marker. A small chandeleir hung from the ceiling, although the candles had been replaced with light bulbs.

The six housemates had lined themselves up on the other side of the table. I thought that this was really a bit much, and wondered if living in North York was really that bad after all.

As it turned out, Julia was the only one who was seriously interested in the inquisition. Padma had already given her stamp of approval, and the other four — two guys and two girls — all seemed easygoing and barely spoke at all. One, a frattish looking guy with long brown hair who had been introduced as Josh, spent most of the time looking down at his phone.

“So, what are your politics?” said Julia, hunched forward.

“Um, I think legally you’re not allowed to ask me that. You know, as a landlord.”

She practically hissed at me. “Look, we’re a co-op. I’m not a lord of anything, much less land. But I mean, we’ve already got one guy here who’s just here to get laid and not contribute to anything deeper, and we don’t need another.”

Josh raised his head. “Huh? Did someone call my name?”

“Aw come on Jules,” said one of the girls, dressed in a tight-fitting tank top and sporting a long black ponytail. I thought her name was Dana or Dawn or something like that. “I know you’re trying to get Trinh in here, but we’ve already got four girls… don’t want things getting too imbalanced, huh?”

“Men and women are not opposite vectors or something. And I’ve told you not to call me Jules. Nobody calls me Jules.”

“Well clearly someone does, and that’s me.”

Julia let out a long sigh. “Anyway. I guess what I’m trying to get at is… why do you want to live here, in a communal setting? The last guy who was here… he just holed up in his room the whole time, and that’s why we ended up kicking him out. If you just want a place to sleep and keep your stuff, I dunno, rent a storage locker. What we’re trying to do here is build community.”

“Okay, but other than the sex thing, how do you do that?” I said, feeling the limb beneath me grow thinner. “I mean, you have that chore wheel up, rotating meals or whatever… we did all that stuff in my college dorm. What makes this so revolutionary?”

“Well, I mean, obviously it’s a work in progress — but we’re just trying to find a new way to live with other people, a freer and fairer way.”

I decided to swallow my pride and appease the ideologue for a while. I did, after all, need a place to stay. “Hey, that’s all fine with me. Things need to be freer and fairer.”

“I’m just curious,” said the ponytailed girl. “Why don’t you want to play with us?”

“Play?”

“I mean, have sexy times. Sorry, I have to remember not everyone’s up on the jargon.”

I felt my cheeks growing warm. “Well, it’s nothing against any of you, but I just have a policy about sleeping with roommates. It always makes things way too complicated, in my opinion. Besides, I think sex should be something you do with someone you really care about, and all of you… well, I don’t know you right now.

She nodded. “Fair enough. Don’t worry, we ain’t gonna rape you or anything… although it’s tempting.” Her wink didn’t make her comment much less frightening.

That debate aside, the rest of the questions were pretty standard inquiries into my habits and peeves. Other than Julia and Padma, I couldn’t get a good sense of any of them as individuals — they fused into one questioning, but accepting mass. Finally, one of the guys — the one with shorter hair and earrings, not the frattish one — stood up and leaned on the table, making the most imposing frame out of his five-foot-nine body.

“Well, I think we’ve heard enough.” He smiled at me. “Sorry, Mike, but can you step outside for a moment while we, uh, deliberate.”

I nodded and went into the living room, sealed off by sliding doors. The furniture looked vaguely modern but the room was old-fashioned — a circle of chairs and coaches around a wide glass coffee table. Not a television in sight. I wondered if these people really sat around talking to each other as their only form of amusement. Well, I guess it wasn’t just talk.

Somehow, despite all the political lectures and sexual weirdness, I found myself really hoping that the six in the other room would decide to accept me. It was partly just the cheap rent, but I levent escort found myself curiously attracted to the kind of community they promised — hell, even the righteous anger of Julia. It always startled me when people cared so much about something seemingly so huge and implacable as our way of life. Not that I was at all sure about their commune, but… it had a kind of indefinable allure nonetheless.

There was a big grandfather clock in the corner of the room, and as it ticked on I felt my stomach fold in on itself. What could be taking them so long? I was thinking up more elegant answers in my head to their questions, kicking myself for dragging Julia into a debate when I could have just described myself as a feminist enviro-communist and left it at that.

Finally, one of the sliding doors was pushed aside, and Padma was there, beckoning me into the room. She flfashed me an almost blindingly white smile. “We’ve decided to take you in.”

“On a provisional basis,” Julia quickly added. “You get a one month trial period, and then we vote again.”

“So I guess there’s a slight chance of me being thrown out on the street,” I said.

Padma grabbed me by the arm. “Don’t worry. It’s gonna be fine”

—

University ended anticlimactically. I didn’t even have any exams — I just handed in a thick research paper, walked out of class, and slowly let the realization dawn on me that I was done with that chapter of my life, and done with the comforting structure of school. I couldn’t quite take it in, so I just drowned it in a week of celebratory shots at the college parties, once so plentiful, that were running through my fingers like the last grains of sand on the beach.

My parents visited — by this point they were in the habit of popping down to Toronto at any opportunity to look on the big city with rural wonder-eyes. My father tried to woo me with stories of all the great jobs back home (they had just opened up a new mini-mall), but I just repeated that I had already found a place. Any questions about my career prospects was deflected with less grace.

I ended up enlisting my parents and a couple friends to help me move into the new place. My apprehension about the whole commune thing had seemed small at first, but now it was growing. I wondered if I had actually walked into some kind of cult that would poison the joint veggie stir-fry, or if I would be expected to service the harem queen Julia in exchange for room and board. No scenario seemed too ridiculous. I spent the night before the move tossing and turning, making my sheets into strange origami patterns.

I yawned as my friend Tim’s truck pulled up to the house. He checked the address. “You sure this is the place?”

“Yeah, this is the place.” My parents’ Ford was a block behind us, harried by the traffic.

My dad was beaming as he emerged. “Looks great! I was expecting a slum.”

“Old-school,” said Tim, nodding. I had met him in philosophy classes, but he was one of those kids who had really only gone in to talk about The Matrix. Nice guy, though.

My mom held the door open as all of us burly men walked in with one of my heavy boxes of possessions. I could have sworn that I didn’t have half this much stuff moving out last summer. The dark-haired girl — Delia? Danni? — was sitting on the living room couch and was in a flurry of motion as soon as we entered.

My mom went around to meet her. “Hi there. I’m Mike’s mother.” I stood there watching and the rest, following my lead, stood in the stalled train of boxes.

“Dawn,” said the girl. (So that was it! I tried to commit the name to memory for good this time.) She offered a hand, but didn’t get up.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Make sure you take care of my boy, all right?” I flushed with a return of adolescent embarassment. “Say, do you hear something buzzing in here?”

Dawn went red for some reason. “It might be, uh, the pipes. You know how it is with old houses.”

Tim nudged be in the back with my heavy box of books. I managed to get my feet moving again, and steered the box-train down the half-flight of stairs into the lower level. Padma was sitting in her room nose-deep in some Eve Sedgwick. I was stunned that she really read that stuff outside of class.

We ventured back downstairs with all the stealth of a bull run. While the others went out to grab some more boxes (okay, so I’m a bit of a pack rat) I stopped in to say hi to Dawn. After all, I wanted to at least get off on the right foot with her. Dawn was wearing a blue tank top and had a blanket strewn across her lower half.

“Hey,” I said. She waved. “So what are you doing down here by yourself?”

She quickly pulled up the blanket. Underneath it was a bodice-ripper novel and her uncovered and unshaven legs. Black panties with a small bulge barely covered her unmentionables. For a moment I thought she might be trans until I noticed the lump was vibrating softly. At the time I didn’t have much knowledge of sex toys, so I couldn’t specifically identify it, but I got the gist from the naughty grin on her face.

“Dawn! My parents are here.”

She shrugged. “Well I didn’t know you guys were coming.”

“So you were just sitting here half-naked with some… buzzing… thing in your panties? Is this what you usually do on a Sunday morning?”

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It was just supposed to be a stupid prank. The glue shouldn’t have been strong enough to do much more than tug at Ms. Madison’s pants. At most, it would maybe tear them a little, Alex thought, but he’d been wrong. Her pants clung to the chair as she stood up to discuss existentialism and the novel they were supposed to be reading for class. The chair lifted with her, eliciting a round of laughter from her students.

“What the-” Ms. Madison said, glancing behind her. The fabric of the seat of her pants ripped and the chair dropped, collapsing on its side with a plastic smack. The teacher’s eyes bulged, and she reached behind her with both hands.

“Oh shit,” Alex groaned, and the class erupted in gasps and nervous laughter as they realized what must have happened.

“Who did this?” Ms. Madison snapped. “What could you have possibly been thinking? I… I… Jennifer, there’s a coat in my closet. Get it for me.”

The young woman at the front of the class jumped to her feet and grabbed the coat for her teacher. Ms. Madison’s cheeks burned bright red as she tied the arms around her waist and checked with her hands to make sure her bottom was covered before storming around her desk.

“I heard you say something, Alex. Something that rhymes with ‘oh snit.’ Care to elaborate on why you’d mutter that right after my pants tore?”

It wasn’t the words that stung him, but the anger and hurt in Ms. Madison’s eyes. The beautiful young teacher had always been one of his favorites from the first day he stepped into her classroom his senior year. She was a new teacher, and at just twenty-four, she was only six years older than him and everyone else in the class. Alex entertained the occasional fancy about coming back someday after he graduated to ask Ms. Madison out.

Well… okay, those fantasies usually extended to them doing more than just going out on a date, but who could blame him? Ms. Madison was the stuff of dreams. Her long dark hair fell to a pleasantly curvy ass. The swells of her breasts were usually hidden away by modest, professional blouses, dresses, or sweaters, but he saw her a few times outside of class in much tighter tee shirts. Once he caught her at the grocery store with a blouse open over a tight white tank that had him racing home to fantasize about tearing that tank off her and taking her on his bed. Her slim athletic frame seemed completely at odds with her ridiculous curves, and yet he knew from seeing her peck at salads and wraps that she probably worked hard to keep it up.

None of that was taking into account Ms. Madison’s best feature. That delicate face and her big, sweet eyes were made even more beautiful whenever she smiled, of which she had a thousand variations Alex dreamed about. Her smile shifted her from pretty to stunning. Ms. Madison was the fantasy of almost every straight guy in her classes, and more than a few young women too. But she was something more to him than just a teacher and a stunning fantasy.

Early on when Ms. Madison started at the school, she and Alex built up a rapport when they worked at a charity event together. The spaghetti dinner at the local community center benefitted the seniors in their town. Since Alex’s grandparents were regulars there, he often volunteered for the center’s various events, or at the very least, came by to say hello and grab a meal. Ms. Madison volunteered there to get to know the community better. Only about six thousand people lived in Wickerburg, so she thought it was best to put herself out there and meet and greet people. The pair of them had a lot of fun — Alex was an old hat at serving, and introduced Ms. Madison to a sea of people coming by their stations. By the end of the night, they started traveling down the road of not just being teacher and student, but actual friends.

And now Alex went and screwed that up. Ms. Madison folded her arms across her breasts and gave him that pained stare. Alex swallowed, and started to say something, but Jaden, one of his best friends, jumped in ahead of him. “It was me, Ms. Madison.”

Right on cue, on his other side, the third member of their little band, Tom, said, “No, it was me.”

It was noble of them, and pretty typical. The trio suffered from the same bully way back in the sixth grade and bonded over the experience of taking their story to the principal. They became fast friends and had always looked after one another, even if they were as wildly different as friends could get. Jaden was a double threat in basketball and baseball, and had a full ride to state when they finished high school, where Alex had no doubt his friend would be wildly successful. Tom was the game nut of the three of them, and most every weekend could be found in front of his computer or his consoles streaming games to his Twitch channel. Alex wasn’t really classifiable as anything. He was friends with almost everyone, and hung out with most the cliques around the school. He liked working out with Jaden as much as he liked hanging with Tom and streaming dumb jump scare games and arguing about the best waifus. They were his zeytinburnu escort brothers and his comrades throughout high school, and they tried to protect him now, same as always.

“Don’t, guys,” Alex said. “It was me, Ms. Madison. I’m sorry. I should have known better.”

Her mouth went about four different directions in the space of as many seconds. “Yes. You should have. This is the perfect opportunity for you three to help me with some spring cleaning. So Saturday, all three of you are going to show up here and make every desk in this room absolutely spotless.”

Tom winced. “Ms. Madison, there’s a big comic convention on Saturday. Can I-?”

“Actions have consequences, Tom,” she said, cutting him off. “If you have a problem with that, perhaps you’d like to make it two Saturdays in a row.”

“No, ma’am,” Tom said glumly.

“Don’t punish them for this, please,” Alex said.

“It’s done,” Ms. Madison said. “See you boys Saturday.”

* * *

Kate hurried away from the building. The hot shame of the whispers and giggles from her students burned in the forefront of her mind, but even more pressing than that was her need to know why. She thought Alex was a better student. A better friend. And yes, she knew she shouldn’t see her students that way, as friends, and yet Alex was just that. Or had been, anyways.

Her first year teaching, and with only a month and change to go, it looked like she would go down in flames. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

“Ms. Madison, wait,” a familiar voice called behind her.

She didn’t slow down or turn, but she did check to make sure the coat’s arms were cinched tight and her butt wasn’t hanging out as the handsomest young man in all her classes raced to catch up to her. Not that Kate would ever admit to anyone she thought Alex was handsome. Though he and his two friends were eighteen when she first came into her classroom, Alex was still wildly taboo and definitely not someone she should fantasize about in that way. And yet she did. The first evening Kate got to know him, Alex left an indelible mark in her mind. Funny, charming, just the right amount of self-effacing, and flirtatious with the senior ladies who came through their line. How could Kate have not lusted after him a little bit?

It didn’t help matters he was devastatingly good-looking too. Alex worked out with his two friends, the cohorts in this stupid prank, and she saw him regularly around town jogging or heading out to the backroads to do some running in the countryside. He was a drool-inducing blend of sleekness and muscle, and his sharply intelligent eyes and easy smile gave him an extra ten years behind his actual age.

Kate thought maybe there might even be a spark there. After all, he’d be graduating in a month and a half, and if she was patient enough, maybe she could pursue something with him after he finished college. That was pure fantasy, though. He wasn’t going to remember her four years down the road. By that point, she was sure he’d have left a trail of broken hearts behind him.

“Please, just let me explain,” Alex said, almost right behind her now.

Kate walked even faster. “We have nothing to discuss, Alex. If you’re here to try and talk me out of keeping your friends Saturday, no dice.”

“It’s not about them. It’s about us.”

That finally did it. Kate stopped and rounded on him, fury driving away her shame. “Us? What us? I thought you were a great student. Apparently I was wrong.”

He reached out for her shoulder. “Ms. Madison…”

“Don’t you touch me. What, is your hand covered in glue too? Maybe thought you could tear up my blouse while you’re at it?”

“It’s not like-“

“If you weren’t my student, I’d slap you so hard your mouth would bleed. Do you know how humiliated I am? If it was anyone else, Alex, anyone at all, but I thought you and I were friends!”

“Goddamn it,” he snapped. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“What then?” Kate said.

He ran a hand over his face, and she spun away again, walking towards her car with her head bowed and tears threatening to bubble up.

“I was flirting with you.”

Kate froze. Her legs didn’t want to work even as her mind screamed for her to move faster, to get to her car and don’t look back. Because to look back was to admit her curiosity not just to herself but to him, too. But she didn’t want to listen to her mind. She wanted to listen to her heart, and another very intrigued part of her as well. She turned, her cheeks blooming red.

“You… what?”

Alex sighed. “Look. I’ve had the biggest damn crush on you for a while now. I swear, I didn’t think the glue would rip the whole of your pants. I… I guess I thought maybe it’d stick for a minute, and then… I don’t know. Christ, I have no idea why I did it now. It’s dumb. I can see that. And I’m so sorry I hurt you by doing it. I thought it’d be mostly harmless, and then I’d come by after class and give you a wink and you’d know it was all in fun. Or that’s how I merter escort had it in my head, anyways.”

“You… you’re my student, Alex.”

The words felt as stupid as they sounded. Of course he was her student. But Kate’s mind was scrambling for any response, any firm footing. He wanted her too. Oh God. This was bad. Or this was amazing. She didn’t know what to think.

“I know. I wasn’t even going to say anything for a year or two. I thought…” Alex groaned and rubbed the back of his head. “I thought I’d come back to town, you know, kind of swing by the classroom, and say I was just there to reminisce or something. Then I’d ask you out to dinner, or maybe out of town to a play or something. I keep saying ‘or something,’ and I know it’s annoying, but this is what you do to me.”

She gaped at him, and slowly shook her head. “It’s… not… we can’t…”

“I know.” He sighed. “I know. I’m not telling you all this because I think it can happen. I’m saying it because I thought you deserved to know why I did it. It was a dick move and I’ll make it up to you. I’ll give you whatever you need Saturday to pay for the pants, and if the chair’s broken, that too. I have some money saved from last summer, so… whatever you want, Ms. Madison.”

What I want is you, Kate thought but didn’t say. Oh good God, but his words were doing it for her. All her feelings. All her emotions. All her own confusion and lust mirrored in her eighteen-year-old student. She was doomed and she knew it. Kate didn’t want to wait a year or two. She wanted to jump him right there.

A seed of a wicked plan sprouted in Kate’s mind. She blinked at him, and finally muttered, “See you Saturday, Alex.”

* * *

The three guys took Alex’s decade-old Sportage to school Saturday. He told them what had happened between him and Ms. Madison, and Jaden reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

“Cheer up, man. At least she didn’t have you suspended or something. That’s, uh, that’s gotta be a good sign. Right?”

From the backseat, Tom snickered. “You’re the worst at motivating people.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jaden said.

“I’ll talk to her one more time,” Alex said. “Maybe you two won’t have to stick around.”

“Hey, not like we had anything better to do,” Tom said. “Cough cough.”

“Nerd,” Jaden said.

“Jock,” Tom said right back. It was an old exchange between the two and toothless. Jaden reached back and punched Tom’s knee, and the other boy reached up and swatted the back of his head in return.

“That’s how you get concussions, asshole,” Jaden grumbled.

“Like it matters with your brain, dickhead,” Tom said.

Alex shook his head. “You guys are way too cheerful about this.”

“Oh, don’t get us wrong,” Tom said. “You’re paying for my ticket to the convention today.”

“Tom,” Jaden warned mildly.

“All right, all right, you’re driving us to Five Guys later and we’re getting craaaazy.”

Alex laughed. “You got it.”

Only a few cars dotted the high school’s parking lot when they pulled in. It was one of those rare days when no extracurriculars were taking place, and only a couple teachers and staff were around. A van advertising a plumbing company was the lone exception. The boys headed for the front of the building, Tom talking animatedly about a show while Jaden kept pretending not to be interested. They all knew he liked anime as much as Tom, but refused to admit it on general principles, mostly to annoy his friend more than anything else.

The school was as empty inside as it seemed outside. One of the bathrooms they passed was wide open and a pair of men were working on replacing one of the broken sinks. Apart from that, they saw no one else on their way to the classroom.

Ms. Madison sat at her desk in a sleeveless white sweater tighter than anything else she’d ever worn in the classroom. Tom nearly stopped, leading Jaden to push him forward. The desk had been cleared off of everything, including her laptop, though they just assumed they were supposed to clean the desk too.

“Hey, Ms. Madison,” Jaden said, the only one successful of the three at being completely oblivious to her outfit, her touched-up makeup, or her messy, sexy ponytail.

“Yeah. Hey,” Tom said weakly, staring at her with open astonishment.

“Ms. Madison,” Alex said. He gaped at her for a second, then gestured at the other two. “Please. Don’t make them hang around.”

“We’ve talked about that, Alex,” she said. On her desk was a trio of sponges and a shallow plastic bucket. “One of you needs to go fill this up with hot water. Then you can get started.”

“I’ll do it,” Alex said quietly. He took the bucket and headed out the door.

Jaden leaned against the far wall. “Ms. Madison, don’t be too hard on him. He’s a good guy.”

“Oh, I know but I have to make him suffer a little bit. It was kind of endearing how both of you fell on your swords for him,” Ms. Madison said. “But I wonder, how much do you really care for him?”

“We’re like brothers,” eminönü escort Tom said, and there was no hint of a smile on his face.

Jaden nodded.

Ms. Madison stood up, and for the first time, both the boys noticed her extremely short skirt and the high heeled sandals. Her tanned calves gleamed with freshly applied lotion, and she came around the metal desk and sat up on it. She gave them a long look of her black-panty clad sex before she crossed her legs.

“Jesus,” Tom breathed.

“I’m going to ask you boys for a favor. Maybe the biggest favor of your whole lives,” Ms. Madison said, glancing towards the door and then back at them. “And in return, I’ll give you a morning you’ll never forget.”

“What is it?” Jaden asked, already hardening just looking at her.

“I want him as much as he wants me,” Ms. Madison said. “But hooking up with Alex is going to cost me everything. My reputation. My job. My family will hate me. I’ll have to figure out a whole new life. When he’s graduated, I can handle that. But I can’t wait until graduation to fuck him.”

“You want us to keep your secret?” Tom asked.

“It’s just going to be this once,” she said. “For a month and a half, that’s all it can be. Then, if he wants, maybe I’ll move to be closer to him at college. Only if he’s comfortable with that.”

“He is,” Alex said from the hallway.

He came in, tossing the empty bucket aside. Without a word, he walked right to Ms. Madison, his hands going up to cup her cheeks before his lips chased hers with all the passion and need that had been building up throughout the school year. She breathed him in, and whispered his name against his lips.

“You’re so young,” she murmured, leaning her forehead against his and closing her eyes. “You may not know-“

“What I want?” Alex asked. There was no way to convince her with words. So he kissed her again, his hands roaming up and down her back before pulling her tighter to him. Their lips met again and again.

Jaden caught Tom’s eye and jerked his thumb at the door. Ms. Madison broke away from Alex long enough to gasp, “No. I want all three of you today.” She stared at Alex, a challenge in her eyes, and he grinned.

“Get the door,” he said to Tom.

Tom hurried to it, already scrambling for the hem of his shirt as he came back, this time stepping up close to the desk. Jaden took his off too, and after a moment, Alex stood back so he could finish the trifecta. Ms. Madison took them all in and her lips parted.

“Very nice, boys.” She caught herself. “You are all eighteen, right? I looked at your files, but…”

Three variations of yes greeted her at that, and she laughed softly. She curled a finger at Tom. He came to her much like Alex had, his kiss more urgent and less subtle. When it was Jaden’s turn to take Tom’s place, his tongue slipped against her lips and she teased it with her own.

“We have to be quiet,” Alex warned the other guys. “I don’t just mean today.”

“We won’t say a word,” Tom said. Jaden turned his head and nodded.

“In the closet are some yoga pads and a couple pillows,” Ms. Madison said. “Get them for me.”

Tom got them, and together, the three men moved the desks, laid out the yoga pads and the pillows. Ms. Madison started to strip out of her blouse, but Alex stopped her hands with his own. First, he reached up to tug free her braid.

“Much better,” he murmured, and helped her slowly lift her shirt.

“Jesus,” Tom whispered as their sexy teacher’s taut stomach came into view. “You’re, uh, you’re very fit, Ms. Madison.”

“Thank you, Tom,” she said. “You boys obviously work out a lot too.”

Whatever Jaden was going to say to that died on his lips as her playful white bustier came into view. Her breasts were still graced by youth and lift, but so damn big they had to sag a little. Jaden stepped forward without a word and took the sleeveless sweater from Alex. Ms. Madison pulled him in for another kiss before he backed away and laid it over one of the desks.

Silently, Ms. Madison hopped off her desk and knelt on the yoga mats. Still in her heels, her skirt, and her bustier, she made for a hell of a sight. Their teacher’s desire didn’t need to be said, and Jaden and Tom kicked off their shoes and dropped their pants as quickly as they could. But when Alex started to unzip himself, Ms. Madison grinned up at him and shook her head.

“You get to watch this first time. Punishment, young man.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alex said.

Jaden’s boxers dropped, and Ms. Madison licked her lips. “Very nice, Jaden,” she murmured. Tom’s followed shortly, and she glanced over and her eyes widened.

After he got an eyeful of what she was seeing, Jaden sputtered, “Jesus Christ, dude.”

Alex gaped too. “Holy shit.”

“That’s what your moms said,” Tom said cheerfully.

“And he ruined it,” Jaden said.

Ms. Madison reached out with both hands, grasping Jaden’s nicely sized prick and Tom’s monstrosity. Her eyes flicked back to Alex and she winked. He winked back, and pulled up a desk to watch the show.

Their sexy young teacher stroked both men slowly, working their first couple inches with her delicate hands. Their cocks hardened with her sure strokes. She let them both go and spat indelicately into her palms before resuming. Slowly she jacked them, resting on her heels on the mats, taking in each one in turn.

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