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Kris for a time had returned easily to the world of gay saunas, hook ups in restrooms and that app. It was easy. Uncomplicated. Almost too easy perhaps. While his looks, aging as they were, could turn a couple of heads, his cock size made him top dog, prime meat even. The man that had spent the first half of his life bound by conventional, religious and heterosexual morality, the man who had just two female lovers, soon hit triple digits with his gay ones.

Oh, he was not stupid. He was practically paranoid about AIDS. He was most definitely a safety man, carrying a large pack of condoms in his car, a whole fucking box by his nightstand, a few hidden in the couch in his living room and always a couple tucked away in his wallet…that he changed every month religiously. Although they rarely remained in his wallet that long.

Kris also found his way to gay clubs. He had to admit though that the free and easy use of drugs such as heroine, cocaine, Ecstasy and ketamine, called Special K, was more of a turn off than anything. He did though love the loud, pounding bass music and the freedom to dance as he pleased until dawn. He became a regular at a couple of clubs and even a VIP at another. And he took more than his fair share of men home with him.

Young men. Men not much older than his own sons. If that bothered him at first, that he did not have many, if any lovers, his own age, then he soon came to rationalize it. How many men his age left their wives to marry much younger, prettier women? Trophy wives. Was a string of male lovers almost half his age any different really?

Then came the seven year itch. After seven years in the gay lifestyle, Kris began to really crave something more…much more. While he had all the sex he could handle, he truly did miss the connection of a loving relationship that he had shared for so long with his ex-wife. He missed the simple things like watching television together, talking and especially cuddling.

He began to question whether it was all worth it. The casual easy sex with no strings attached began to wear exceedingly thin. He even tried dating a couple of women again. And while the Internet had changed the dating world since his marriage, it had not changed the games that women played with a man’s head. It never took more than three months for him to tire of their petty, whining and needy clinging. And honestly, even the sex was not as good.

Then the unthinkable happened…he began to have muscle cramps and little twitches that he tried to dismiss as too strenuous a work out at the gym. He started to drop things too. His pen at work, his keys when he tried to open the door, and once even the free weights at the gym. It was that accident that had sent him to the hospital. And while a few stitches were enough to close the gash on his forehead, the doctors were more concerned with what had caused the muscle weakness that had made him drop the barbell to begin with.

They had done a few tests in the emergency room and sent him to his family doctor who referred him to several specialists including a neurologist. It was a journey that took almost a year. Was it multiple sclerosis, spinal muscular atrophy or myasthenia gravis? And the tests…too mention and each nastier than the worse: a spinal tap, MRIs, CAT scans, blood tests and EMG.

Electromyography or EMG was a nasty little one where they inserted needles into muscles to record electrical activities. It had been as bad as the spinal tap or lumbar puncture, except thankfully it had not left him with the headache from hell for almost a month. But the anomalies that showed up had been the key to diagnosis. When it came it hit Kris like a ton of bricks… Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis…ALS…Lou Gehrig’s Disease.

While Kris had struggled for months to continue with his normal life, work, the gym, and yes, hook-ups, the diagnosis had hit him hard. He had spent years being ridiculously careful to avoid one nasty fatal disease, AIDS, only to be blind sided by another? In his darker moments then, even though he had long since shook off the religious dogma of his parents and ex-wife, or so he thought, he wondered about divine justice and punishment.

He went a three day binger too. Two bottles of Scotch…one a really good one that he had always saved for a ‘special’ occasion. He even tried a couple of hits of cocaine and heroine, but he could not decide which was worse the manic, almost paranoid high of the cocaine or the fuzzy disconnected out of body world of heroine. Some experiences were definitely a case of once is enough.

He had even given serious thought to abandoning his safe sex practices. After casino oyna all what was the point now? But then in one of those rare moments of clarity from those dark clouds he knew…other people. He could infect his partners. And while he might be dying there was no need to kill others.

Even after his three day binge, he continued to wallow like that pig in its own piss and shit for a good three months. He drank too much, way too much. A bottle of wine every single night after work. And every weekend was a hedonistic frenzy of booze and sex. His boys were at college and rarely came to see the old man anymore so what else was there to do?

Oh, sure, he still saw his parents and surprisingly his relationship with his ex-wife had actually transformed into a solid friendship. They met for lunch every couple of weeks just to talk. About the boys sure, but also about their lives. He knew that she still had questions about what had gone wrong in their marriage, but he simply could not bring himself to tell her the truth. Her religious background could never accept that he was gay.

He was gay. That was perhaps one good thing about the diagnosis…he finally came to accept himself. When you know you are dying, and do not have some imaginary friend or higher power to whom to turn, honesty with yourself is all that is left. And sitting alone on his balcony, staring at the stars as he sipped wine every night after work, Kris had a lot of time to think about things. Being gay was chief among them.

He did not regret a single one of his ‘adventures,’ his lovers. He had discovered so much about himself along this path…and about the world. He supposed his only real regret was that he had never found ‘it’, ‘him’, the one, true love. As wonderful as the sex had been, the fact that there had never been, and never would be, a male counter-part to Jessie, his ex-wife, well it left a bit of a hole in Kris’s heart.

Then it happened. He happened. As if by magic, Raul came into Kris’s dark world and brought the light with him. He was a social worker. A decade or so younger than Kris, so not a kid by any stretch. But he was handsome, and smart, and caring…and tough when he needed to be.

They had met as the ALS began to advance. Raul’s job was to work with patients and families to put care plans into effect. To help them to plan how they would live the rest of their lives. It was a daunting task that Kris had been trying to avoid for months, but it had been driven home to him when his career came to a screeching halt.

He had had a huge presentation to deliver to a potential client…tens of millions if not hundreds rode on his presentation. And the ALS picked that moment to impede his speech. He stood frozen in front of a room of dozens of top level executives stuttering and stammering like a kid in high school giving his first speech in English class. The repercussions were immediate. He was dismissed…after over twenty-five years with that company. Perhaps if he had told them about the ALS… But Kris did not want or need their pity. He would rather be dismissed for failing to do his job than admit that he no longer could.

Of course, he was then forced to face the rough truth. He could not keep going on the way he was now. There were more and more days that he simply could not climb the flight of stairs to his second floor apartment that he had had since he left Jessie. He had gone through so many broken plates and glasses that he finally gave up and just used plastic now. Now he had no job and with the ALS advancing as it was, no real hope of finding another.

So he had been referred to a social worker by a charity that worked with his doctor. That word alone bothered him. Kris was the man that gave to charities, not accepted help from them. He had not known what to expect. He had experience with social workers or counselors. He had always made his own way.

When Raul came over that first time, Kris had honestly thought about just not going to the door. Not only did he not want to face the truth about his situation but he was having a bad day and getting to that door would not be easy as it was.

He was pleasantly surprised though when he opened it to the smiling man with Latino good looks and soft, caring brown eyes. But it was that smile which Kris both loved and hated. It was so reassuring, offering warmth, kindness and hope. But those were all false promises given the facts. He was dying…and he would do it alone.

He had reluctantly let the man into his apartment. He was more than glad when the man refused his offer of something to drink, he really did not have the energy of that slot oyna one. They sat down and began to discuss Kris’s situation. He really did not like discussing such things with friends, let alone strangers. To admit that he was estranged from his family, had no one he could count upon to care for him, and now no job and income was brutal to this proud man.

And with each word, the light of compassion grew in Raul’s soft brown eyes. That first meeting had lasted two hours and by the time it was over, honestly Kris was just about ready to call it quits. The easiest solution might just be to end it all before things got any worse. But Kris had never been a quitter.

Just when he had been lost in those dark thoughts, Raul’s strong, light brown hand covered his. “I think that is more than enough for today, Kris. There is a lot for us to think about. But I think the first thing we need to figure out is how you are going to tell your family.”

Tell his family? Kris had been living as a gay man for almost a decade and he had not told them about his sexuality. Now this man wanted him to tell his parents and sons that he was dying? A slow and debilitating death that would make him a burden to them, rob him of even the ability to speak and finally suffocate him as his own diaphragm forgot how to breathe. He shook his head and thought once more about the easy way out.

“I know it is not easy but that is part of my job. To help you figure out when and how to tell them. Is there anyone else we need to inform? A girl friend or lover perhaps?” he asked.

Kris shook his head, “My ex-wife I suppose, but there has not been anyone serious in my life in a long time.”

The man smiled and nodded his head, “I understand.”

Kris shook his…as he fought back the need to scream and rage at the universe. ‘NO, no, you do not understand. How can you? You are not dying. Alone and dying.’ But instead he held it all inside and made another appointment for the man to visit the next week.

That week was long…too long. Without even his job to distract him, Kris was going through two bottles of wine a day. Perhaps he could dismiss his stumbling to that? He tried to be brave and nonchalant over lunch with Jessie. He even made the best of losing his job with little white lies about downsizing. Things were not critical financially he assured her. And they would not be either…if there were not huge medical bills and care needs…if he could expect to find another job. But he could not burden Jessie with any of that.

That was what he had Raul for. The man began a series of weekly visits to help Kris plan…his death. That was how he saw it anyway. He certainly was not planning his life…that was over. But the funniest thing was that over the weeks he began to actually look forward to those visits from the smiling man as they began to pick apart his life. It was not easy. None of it.

Kris was surprised at the support he got when he told his parents, his boys and Jessie. Hell, his ex-wife took to having their weekly lunches at his apartment and cleaning it as well. His sons, perhaps realizing that this was their final chance for closure with their old man, began to visit more often and phone too. But it was his parents who were most difficult. They were not in the best of health themselves, but his mother took it hard, feeling the need to baby her baby. Kris had to put some firm limits in place for her…and for him.

But it was the day when Raul brought up the subject of sex that proved most interesting. He pointed out that rarely did the course of this disease effect such things. It was an exceedingly embarrassing moment for Kris. How did you explain that hot young men did not want to hook-up with sick old men? In the end, Kris had looked at the floor and sheepishly muttered, “It just does not apply. There is no one in my life and never will be.” He had thought about it for a moment before adding that declaration that he had made only to himself. “I am gay.” It was the first time he had ever said those words aloud…to anyone.

Once more that soft brown hand covered his and he looked up to that reassuring smile, “I thought so. But was it really so hard to say that?”

Kris had laughed and the two men got to talking then. Raul had stayed for dinner. And although he said nothing, crossed no professional line, Kris began to get suspect the truth.

The consultation was designed to be a six to twelve week program of estate planning and counseling. Kris’s pushed that twelve week mark as they filled out paperwork necessary to begin disability. They looked for a care facility…fancy word for nursing home. Kris canlı casino siteleri was determined that he would not be a burden to his sons or parents…or Jessie either during his final days.

But in the end, they got there. All the final plans were made. Right down to his memorial service and the song he wanted played, ‘My Way.’ As the opened the bottle of wine and the Chinese food arrived for the celebration they had planned, Raul seemed to be watching the time.

Kris was so shocked that the bottle of wine slipped through his fingers and shattered on the floor when at five-oh-one Raul leaned in and kissed him. It was not a gentle one. Not some pity one either. It was full-on. And as stunned Kris was it took him only a moment to recover enough to wrap his arm around the man’s shoulder and return the damned thing.

It was a new experience for him. Despite all his lovers, never once had he actually allowed one of them to kiss him. He discovered he liked that too. Nothing soft and yielding about kissing a man. It was a battle for dominance that took his breath away and caused his cock to stir…something it had not done in a long while. Too long.

Clothes were strewn across the kitchen, living room, and hallway. An obvious trail to the bedroom. His bed where for once it was about more than just sex. Although damn was that good too. After the second round of orgasms for them both, they lay talking in one another arms.

Kris discovered that Raul had been attracted to him from the beginning but bound by a professional code of conduct that even now he was bending. But he simply could not break it in all these long weeks. He also could not recuse himself from Kris’s case, could not simply turn the man he loved…that word hit as much like a ton of bricks as ALS had…Raul could not turn his case over to another social worker. One for whom he would have been nothing more than a job. He wanted or perhaps needed to see it through to the end…even if it had gone no further. If Kris had not been interested, if he had rejected him, it was the one gift of love that he had to give…a future.

And he had given Kris just that. They had had eighteen months before things got worse. After that first night, Raul had packed a bag and they had gone to Raul’s house which was all on one floor. Within in month, Kris had given notice and moved. They had so many nights of love in that house. So many hours of laughter. And then tears too.

Raul wanted desperately for Kris to remain there. He fought him every step of the way when Kris insisted it was time for him to move to the hospice they had once chosen together. They had even fought…one part of a relationship that they had avoided until then. But in the end, Kris had won. He could not let Raul quit his job in order to care for him.

There was only one thing that marred it all. In all those months, a year and a half, they had lived it as a lie. To Kris’s family anyway. They were roommates…friends…Raul was simply his carer. But Kris knew how damned much it hurt this man, the love of his life, that he could never, would never acknowledge him, admit their feelings for one another.

Oh Kris justified it. His parents’ health could not take it. It was a cruel final pain to inflict on Jessie. And of course, his boys. Over time they were beginning to forgive him for leaving their mother…and them. But would they if they knew he had done it for men…because he was gay?

Kris was not sure. And the saddest truth was that he was not brave enough to find out. But neither was he cruel enough to have the man he loved most in this world pushed to the side as a friend and carer when he was gone. He knew he was taking the crowds way out with this one but it was honestly the best he could do.

He nodded to the nurse. He was long past the point of being able to hold his cell phone. Let alone push that tiny button that would begin the video recording. In fact, each word that he forced out was painful and cost him so very much. So he would keep this as short as he could.

“I am gay. And I love Raul. Please if you can accept us and him.” He nodded again. Actually it was more like his head dropped in resignation as he used the last of his energy. But at least he knew that this video would be sent…the moment that he died. He had arranged it all. As inadequate as it was…it was the best he could give the man he loved with all his heart. He could only hope that Raul would forgive him for not loving him better. He deserved so much more that Kris could ever be.

Kris sent a prayer…if there was such a thing…that someday this amazing man would find someone to love him the way he deserved to be love. To find the happiness that he had given Kris. If anyone deserved it, it was this selfless friend, companion and lover. Kris was only sorry that he was not a strong enough person to be that man…

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Thanks to everyone for all the encouragement with the first two instalments!

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After that, it was a regular thing. At least twice a week — and more often more frequently than that — we’d meet up. Once more in the office, where she rode me while I sat in her chair, a few times in her place when her husband was away (when she’d asked me to put one of his shirts on while I fucked her from behind in front of a full-length mirror, before she put it back on it’s hanger); but mostly at my place. We’d leave at differing times; either I’d go first and wait for her in my flat, a painful hard-on straining at my trousers waiting for her, or she’d leave first, go for a drink somewhere close by and wait till she saw me walk past. It was glorious.

After a few months, it was time for our annual conference. Every other time I’d attended, it’d been the most boring weekend of my life, but this time SHE was going. To a hotel. In the middle of nowhere. Where I’d be.

I mentioned it to her as we lay recovering in my bed the week before — and the fact that it coincided with my birthday. “Really?” she said, smiling her smile and sliding a hand down to stroke over my balls, “We’ll have to do something special then, won’t we?”

The first day was the most exquisite monotony I’ve ever known; the journey down there, check-in, the initial talks and discussions (PowerPoint presentation after PowerPoint presentation), the dull work-orientated chatter over lunch… All the while our eyes were meeting, flaming with lustful looks whenever we were sure nobody could see. I was wondering all the time what she had in my mind for my birthday present the whole time. If anybody had asked me a question, I wouldn’t have even been able to tell them what language the talks had been given in…

Before we went in for the afternoon talks, she was talking on her mobile. Hanging up, she walked over to me and leant in. She acted like she was pointing something out on the agenda. What she actually said was, “My room — 235 — at seven-thirty tonight.” I nodded as if understanding a procedural diagram and walked away, heart pounding and trying to keep an erection at bay in the conference room. The talks helped.

I got to my room, showered, changed and paced. And paced. The clock crawled towards seven-thirty. At seven-twenty, I couldn’t stand any more and walked out to briskly head to her room. I checked to make sure no-one saw me approach, then knocked. “Come in…” I heard her say from inside.

I opened the door, ducked inside and turned to lock it within a second. Turning back, I moved slowly up the short corridor to the main room of her suite. She was laying flat on the long, wide double bed, wearing only a white woollen bathrobe, her dark blonde hair splayed on the pillows. It was barely fastened, showing most of her full breasts and only just covering her waist — one of her knees was raised slightly and she ran a foot over the top of her other shin. She lowered both of her eyebrows and wrinkled her nose at me mischievously. “I knew you’d be early…” I just nodded. “Happy birthday, Michael. Get undressed.”

I kicked off my shoes and socks in record time and was unbuttoning my shirt when she undid the loose knot of the bathrobe’s strap and gently threw it open; first one half, then the other. As my undressing became more rapid, I stared at her full curves, her dark pink nipples, her face. As I dropped my pants and stepped out, almost fully hard already, she had started to run her fingers up and down the length of her pussy lips. I walked over to the bed, wetting my tongue.

She saw me and shook her head. “Oh, no — this is your birthday. Come here and kneel over me; one leg either side.” I got on the bed on my knees and moved up the bed. She started running her hands over my body as soon as it was within her reach, beckoning me further up the bed. Soon I had a knee either side of her, the underside of my balls just touching the top of her tits. “God, I love how you get so hard so quickly…” she said, taking hold of my cock in both of her hands and rubbing me, staring at it, getting me as stiff as possible, all the while slowly and deliberately licking her lips. “Give it here, Michael — fuck my mouth” she said as she moved her head forward.

I ran my fingers through her hair and moved the head of my cock into her mouth as she looked up at me. She took just the head at first, sucking and licking on it as if it were an ice-cream, holding it with one hand and jerking me off slightly. Her other hand played with my balls, massaging them and she sucked and licked. “You taste soooooo good — have I ever told you that?” I shook my head, my mouth dry. “Mmmmm…” she licked all around my fat cockhead and sucked and kissed casino oyna it. “Well, I should have — you do.”

She leant up further and moved her hands to my backside, pushing the length of my shaft into her mouth and she sucked, sliding it in and out. I gripped the headboard and slowly fucked her mouth with it, moaning. She let it fall out and took hold of it again, staring right into my eyes as she started to suck and lick on it again. “Jesus, Kate. I’m going to cum soon.” She nodded and stopped.

“Move back, Michael.”

As I settled back on my haunches, she pulled a bottle of oil out from under a pillow. She covered her hands in it and started to rub it over her tits, squeezing them, pulling on her rock-hard nipples and moaning. “Want to lend a hand or two?” I didn’t need asking twice and began to rub and cover her beautiful big breasts in the oil, revelling in the slick sensation of the handfuls of flesh covered in the slick oil. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, rub them…” As I did that, she began using her hands on my twitching cock, slowly sliding them all over it, covering it, sensually and slowly jerking me off again. She tugged it towards her tits and I complied, resting it between them. “I can’t believe we haven’t done this before, baby…” she said and smiled while pushing her tits up and around it, enclosing my dick in between them.

I started to slowly fuck them, bending double nearly at the sensation of it, electrifying the whole length of me. “Fuck them, Michael — cum in my face, cum on me!” She was watching the wide head of cock appearing and disappearing between the mounds she was pressing onto it and I started to fuck faster and harder. “Oh, GOD Kate — I’m going to cum!” I shouted at her through gritted teeth, bucking my hips as fast as I could. “Do it, Mich-“

She didn’t even get to finish my name before the first jet of spunk flew from the end of my dick and I moaned loudly, the cum hitting her chin and neck. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yes!” she groaned and let go of her tits so she could jerk me off as hard and as fast as she could, directing the cum onto her cheek, into her mouth and then pushing me backwards to angle it onto her tits. I lost count of how many times I came, my eyes wide but tilted upwards at the ceiling, but she was still leisurely jerking me off, rubbing my cum up and down the shaft as I looked back at her. She swallowed what she could and left the rest where it was as she leant up to suck hot warm liquid from the end of my dick.

“Thanks for the present…” I just about managed to say.

“Oh, darling… That wasn’t your present! I’m just getting you ready for your present. Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?” I cupped the back of her head and kissed her hard on the mouth before she broke off and pushed away. “Follow me.”

In the bathroom, there was an opened bottle of champagne and two glasses had already been poured. She swilled one round her mouth and swallowed before pouring another one. After a sip, she turned the shower on and dropped the bathrobe. “Joining me?”

I stepped in under the jets of hot water as she started rinsing the cum from herself, so I gave her some help, soaping up my hands and standing behind her. My cock nestled against her wet back as I began to wash and soap up her tits, tugging just a little hard on her nipples in the way I knew she liked. She tilted her head backwards and I leaned over her shoulder to kiss her slowly, taking my time. She grabbed one of my hands and moved it to over her pussy, grinning against my mouth as she did so. I cupped the mound between her legs and started to rub a finger either side of her clit. She made a noise almost like a growl and took hold of two fingers of my other hand, pulling it down from her breast and pushing them into her cunt. I slid them all the way in and started to finger-fuck her while continuing to rub her clit.

I was already stiff again and it pressed against her back, the water running over and between the two of us creating a delicious warm liquid friction between our skin. She moaned and moaned as my hands worked, before she stepped out and away from my arms to turn to face me. “Get your hands soapy and wash my arsehole — and let me wash that wonderful cock of yours.” We stood face-to-face as she washed my cock, getting it as soapy as possible. My arms wrapped around her again and washed her as she’d asked, getting her arsehole as relaxed with gentle fingering. Her breathing was getting laboured and, as I slid a finger into her arse, she moaned loudly and bit my chest — “No, that’s it, I can’t wait — fuck me, Michael. Fucking give it to me!”

She turned and bent a little, putting her hands flat against the tiled wall as I stepped in and pressed my large cockhead against her anus, slowly edging slot oyna it into her. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh… Ohhhhhhhhhhhh… That’s it, baby — nice and slow — you know how I want it…” She was moaning almost continuously now as I moved all seven and a half inches inside her tight soaped ass, holding her hips to steady her. I slowly moved my entire length nearly all the way out and then all the way back in, letting her adjust to it. She pressed her forehead against the wall and moved one of her hands down to work furiously at her pussy as we fucked.

I sped up in time with the movements of her hand, pushing her into and up against the wall in the process. She turned her head and her tits and cheek were pressed against the steamed tiling as I pounded into her ass, her face flushing as she started to cum herself, pumping her hips back onto my length as she did. I held her up as I slowed down and slid out. “No, fucking cum in me” she said, shaking her head. “I was going to anyway” I said, turning her and grabbing her ass cheeks to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around me as my dick probed the entrance to her pussy and I teased her with it for a few seconds as she kissed at my neck — before sliding my whole length into her as hard as I could. I turned with her and pressed her back against the wall, sucking at her nipples as I fucked her fast and hard. “Oh, Jesus, fuck me Michael. Cum in me, give it to me…” over and over from her as I left most of my cock in her each time, just slamming it back and forth as hard and fast as I could until I shot a further four or five loads of spunk into her. “Oh GOD, Kate — your pussy is so good” I shouted into her neck as the last one burst from me.

We spent the next few minutes recovering and then kissed and washed each other in the warm spray of the shower. She told me to get out and we towelled off, looking at each other’s naked bodies, getting horny again. There was a KNOCK-KNOCK at the door. “Hmm… That’ll be your present, then” she said with a wink. “You’d best get out of sight on the bed.”

Puzzled, I jogged across to the bed and lay out of sight, still a little damp from the shower. Kate put the robe back on and headed off to the door. I heard her say hello, exchange a few words with somebody and then close the door. She walked back in, smiling at me naked and half-hard on the bed — followed by another woman. “Michael, this is Lisa.” I just blinked.

Lisa was clearly only just out of her teens — maybe twenty-one? — and stunning, wearing a very short black mini-dress. Her long, dark-brown hair hung way past her shoulders. She had almond-shaped brown eyes which scanned me, lingered over my cock, and then she blew me a kiss. “Hello, birthday boy.”

Kate whispered something to her and Lisa nodded. She started undoing her high heels as Kate walked to the bed, letting the robe fall away. She lay next to me on the bed and ran a hand down to my dick before kissing me. “Now… THIS is your present.”

“Umm… Thank you, Kate.”

“You’re welcome.” Kate leant across me and opened the dresser drawer to pull out a vibrator. She dropped it onto the bed and kissed me slowly on the sternum. Lisa had just let the mini-dress fall away to reveal a total absence of underwear. Her tits were smaller than Kate’s, but still a very pleasant size — full and firm against her body — and she had shaved her pussy almost totally bare. She walked around and sat on the other side of me on the bed. “Now, Lisa…” Kate said, “…as Michael is a little shy right now, I’m going to give you instructions. OK?”

“Mmm… Absolutely.”

Kate looked at my cock, which was rapidly hardening and began stroking it faster. “Why don’t we start by seeing what we can do with this?” Lisa nodded. “You suck on the head of Michael’s cock for a while, and I’ll take the shaft.”

Lisa smiled and moved her hair behind her ear as she dipped her head and began to suck and lick at my cock methodically. Kate grinned and moved her head down to lick around and suck at the rest. “Oh, my God…” I moaned, watching them work. When Kate was closer, Lisa began stroking and squeezing at Kate’s tits, which were hanging down freely. Kate licked up my shaft to meet Lisa’s mouth with hers and they kissed playfully. She broke the kiss off and Lisa went back to sucking at me. “How’s that, Michael?” Kate asked.

I slowly nodded, “It’s good, Kate…” I was dazed, unable to process the events and sensations.

Kate lay down next to me and we kissed as Lisa carried on sucking me, my dick now fully hard in her mouth. Kate parted her legs and started playing with her clit, picking up the vibrator and turning it on. She ran it over and around her clit, up and down the lips of her cunt and around the hole. She slid it a part canlı casino siteleri of the way in and looked over to Lisa. “Why don’t you concentrate on this for a bit?”

“Love to” Lisa said, taking hold of the vibrator and sliding it in and out of Kate’s cunt before leaning down to lick at her clit. Kate moaned gently as Lisa parted wide her pussy lips and lapped at them, the vibrator sliding into Kate’s cunt and out again wetly.

“Kneel up, baby” Kate said to me, making contented noises. “Let me suck you now.” I knelt on the bed and moved up so Kate could lean up on one elbow and take me in her mouth. She deep-throated me as far as she could, her hands playing with her tits and slowly pulled back, licking and sucking firmly on me as Lisa fucked her pussy with the vibrator. “God, you’re hard again…” she said as she let it fall out of my mouth before doing the same thing over. “My young Michael…” she said and kissed the tip of it. She turned to Lisa. “Would you like to get fucked by this, Lisa?”

“God, yes.” Lisa moved her head up from licking at Kate’s pussy. “How do you want to fuck me, Michael?”

I finally found my senses. “Why don’t you ride me?” Lisa smiled, nodded and moved back across the bed to me, sliding the vibrator out of Kate’s pussy. I could see it glistening as Lisa used it on herself, holding it between her cunt lips while she jerked on my rigid dick with her other hand.

Kate moved around next to me to get a good view and took the vibrator from Lisa’s hand as she straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh… That’s fucking lovely… God, you’ve got a lovely fat one, haven’t you?” she moaned as she lowered all the way down, taking it all in. Her pussy felt incredible, the tightest I’d ever known — and she got wetter with every inch she took inside herself. She ran both her hands through her hair as she started to slowly rise up and lower back down. “Oh, FUCK ME… That’s a really nice cock…” she grinned. “You are one lucky bitch, Kate…”

I looked over at Kate who grinned back, nodding — she was watching Lisa ride me while fucking herself with the vibrator. I sat up and Lisa let her hair fall down as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me, her tongue flicking against mine, before raising herself up so her tits were level with my face. She got her feet under herself and she started to raise and lower herself that way. I cupped her tits in my hands — they just about spilled over in each handful — and sucked first one nipple then the other. “God, you can get a nice long bounce on your dick, babe…” she said, pursing her lips as she concentrated on her riding, moving her hips in slow, wide circles as she moved up and down.

I felt Kate move; she had knelt up herself to move up level next to me. She leant in and started kissing and sucking at the breast I wasn’t, moving a hand in between Lisa and I to finger and flick at Lisa’s clit. Lisa groaned loudly and flung an arm around Kate’s neck. She kissed Kate on the mouth and then me, and then looked down to watch her pussy sliding up and down me as Kate rubbed her off. Lisa bit her lower lip hard — “Sexy fuckers, you two, eh?” — before kissing Kate and I again, more passionately. Kate nodded as their kiss ended and pushed me towards the bed.

I lay flat again and Lisa adjusted so she could start to ride harder and faster. She was playing with, pulling on, her own tits with a look of pleasured concentration as Kate moved up the bed and swung one of her legs the other side of my face and, in close-up, slid the vibrator from her cunt. She held it out for me and I licked it, starting to buck upwards as Lisa’s bouncing became more vigorous — along with her moans. “OHHHHHHHHHH, JESUS — GOD THAT’S GOOD…”

Kate sat on my face slowly and I moved so I could lick up and into her cunt as far as possible. I lapped and kissed at Kate’s pussy like a cat, throwing my whole head into the strokes of my tongue as the two women moaned above me. Kate started to cum quickly, fingering herself as I forced my tongue back and forth into her cunt as deeply as I could manage. Her pussy juices were soaking my face before she slumped to one side next to me.

I looked down and Lisa grinned at me, bouncing as hard and fast as she could and my balls, which I’d thought depleted, started to tighten as I started cumming. Lisa felt it and swung her leg off and began to match the pace of her pumping hips with her hand, moving her mouth over the top of my cock. “Go on, cum for me, I want to see this big fat dick give me that lovely cum — cum in my mouth, babes, give it to me…” over and over until I shot three long loads. The first caught Lisa by surprise and hit her on the chin, but she covered the head of my cock with her mouth and sucked hard, bobbing her head rapidly, draining me as I shot again and again…

Panting later, Kate moved on top of me and we kissed. “Michael? We’ve got her all weekend…” She smiled. “Happy birthday…”

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It had been one of “those” days at work; the minute I got home, I filled the tub with my favorite bubble bath, vanilla, and sank down till the bubbles were up to my nose. I lay there half-asleep, feeling myself finally beginning to relax. As I lay there almost asleep, the phone rang. I didn’t really want to talk to anybody, but I climbed out, grabbed a towel and ran for the phone. I picked up the phone and said “Hello,” in a barely civil tone.

A male voice replied, “Jill, is that you?”

I didn’t recognize the voice, and figured it was probably either somebody from work or a salesman. I replied, “Yes, could you please tell me who this is?”

The voice said, “This is David, little one.”

My heart started pounding, and I said in a surprised voice, “David? From the Internet? Where are you?”

You just laughed and said, “I wanted to surprise you; I’m here in town for a couple of days; could I come over?”

I was so surprised, I could hardly reply. “Of course; I just got out of the bathtub. Where are you? How long?” I’m quite sure I wasn’t making any sense at all!

You laughed again and said, “I’ll be there in about 15 minutes, OK?”

“Fine.” I hung up and just stood there. My heart was pounding so hard I could scarcely breathe. I never in my wildest dreams expected to ever meet you in person. I kept thinking of the things we’d discussed in our e-mails, and I could feel myself go hot with embarrassment. Then I realized I was standing there, still covered with bubblebath, wrapped in a towel and you would be here any minute.

I was in such a state of confusion I could barely get dressed. I just had time to light my favorite candles on the mantel, and throw a quilt on the floor in front of the fireplace when I heard a knock on the door. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, without success, I might add!

I opened the door, and there you were, looking just like your pictures. I’ve looked at those pictures so many times while going over my favorite fantasy; now…here you were and I was terrified! No, not terrified; apprehensive, but not scared. I guess I just stood there like an idiot, because you laughed again and said, “Are you going to let me in, little one?”

If possible, my face got even redder as I realized I’d been standing there just holding the door and staring. “Of course, I’m sorry,” I stammered. You edged past me as I still stood there like a statue, and closed the door yourself.

My thoughts were all jumbled and my mind was racing; my heart was pounding and I couldn’t even breathe. You didn’t seem nervous at all; we just stood there in the hallway looking at each other. Suddenly, I calmed down and thought to myself, “Stop being an idiot! This is David! He’s not going to hurt you!”

I took a deep breath and reached out to hug you. You felt so good; I didn’t even want to move. I don’t know how long we stood there just holding each other; I could have just stayed that way, but you gave me a little shake, and said, “Don’t be so nervous! I can feel you trembling; nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen, OK?”

I said, “OK”, and took your hand and led you into the living room. Then I noticed that you were carrying a bag of some type. “Oh, God, what’s in there,” was all I could think. Would it happen tonight? Could I actually go through with it? After all, that’s been my fantasy for so long. You and I have talked about it so many times; both of us wanting it so badly.

But, suddenly I was a little afraid. You were here; what if I was so embarrassed I made a fool of myself? Somehow, again, you knew exactly what I was thinking. I wonder, “Are you thinking the same thing?”

You chuckled again, and hugged me, then said, “Remember, Jill, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want. Trust me, OK?”

“I do trust you, I’m just being silly, I guess. You know how much I’ve always wanted this, but somehow…” Then I bravely asked you what you had in the bag.

You replied, “When it’s time, I’ll show you. Right now, how about a massage with your favorite vanilla oil?”

“Mmmm,” I said, that sounds so good. I love to have my back rubbed.

“OK, how about if we just sit here in front of the fire to start…OK?” I got the pillows off the couch and you tugged me down on the quilt. For a few minutes we just sat there, neither one of us saying anything.

Then you said, “C’mon, turn around. Let’s just sit here and I’ll rub your back for you. It’ll help you relax. Then we’ll see what happens next. Just keep remembering, little one, if you don’t want me to do something, all you have to do is tell me.”

You remembered how shy I am, and just lifted up the back of my sweatshirt and unfastened my bra. The oil felt cool, but your hands were so warm. Mmmm, what a heavenly feeling. I could feel myself relaxing and wanting more. Slowly, slowly, you ran your hands up and down; it feels so good, I want you to touch me more. I turned just a little so you just grazed the sides of my breasts. You hesitated just a little, but then you reached around me casino oyna a little more. I leaned back so you could reach more easily. I could feel you breathing as rapidly as I was.

Finally, I whispered, “I want you to touch me all over; let’s go to the bedroom, OK? Just remember, that I get embarrassed easily and I need to be in the dark.” I led you to the bedroom and stood there while you slowly, gently undressed me.

Then I looked at you and said, “You know, this isn’t fair. You still have all your clothes on and I can’t touch you the way I want to.”

You smiled and said, “Well, maybe you should do something about that, right?” Slowly, and not very competently, I undressed you, and pulled back the quilt and the sheets. You said to me, “Why don’t you lie on your stomach and let me rub your back some more. can feel you suddenly getting a little tense.”

I felt you pour more of that heavenly oil in the middle of my back and slowly, slowly, oh-so-gently, rub it from my shoulders to my waist and then just a little lower, lower. I felt myself pull away a little…nerves, I guess, but managed to relax when you didn’t do anything but just stroke me up and down, back and forth. Oh, what a wonderful feeling. I feel so relaxed. So good, wanting more, wanting everything we talked about, wondering if it was really going to happen.

Gently you turned me over and pulled the sheet up to my waist. You’re remembering that this is something I want so much, but it’s still hard to get past the shyness. You pour the oil between my breasts and carefully massage each one. I love having my breasts touched. I’m so sensitive; by now my whole insides feel shivery. “Oh, David, I want…”

Slowly you move your hand down to my waist and then stop as I pull away…”No, not that, not yet…please understand, OK? Let me make you feel the way I feel.”

I turn you over on your tummy and pick up that wonderful oil. I have never done this to anybody before. Mmmm, you feel so good. I massage it into your back, not quite brave enough to venture below your waist. You’re squirming just a little, and I know what you want, but, patience. Feather- light, my hands travel from your shoulders down, down, down to the backs of your knees and back up to your shoulders; down your sides, reaching under just a little bit. I tugged at your shoulder and you instinctively know that I want you to turn over.

Oh, joy, now I can touch everything, everywhere. I love to touch a man. You’re so soft, but hard; so warm, so incredible as you swell to fill my hand. Gently, gently, I circle you with my hand; squeezing, releasing, running my thumb feather-light over your so-sensitive tip. You’re breathing so heavily, I can tell you really like that. God, David, you feel so good; I just want to touch you and play with you all night.

“Oooohhh, David, do that again, please! ”

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As your tongue lightly circles first one nipple, then the other, I have a hard time even breathing. It feels so good. “Oh, God, don’t stop…I love that more than almost anything…please don’t stop…!” That shivery feeling deep inside is growing stronger and stronger; I want…need…have to have something, but I’m not even sure what it is I want. I know I just want to keep touching you forever and never quit….I love the way you feel… You put your hand over mine and whisper to me, “wait just a minute, I’ll be right back…don’t move, OK?” I don’t want you to leave…you feel so warm and so good against me, but I said, “hurry, don’t be long.”

You slid off the bed and then I heard the zipper of the bag you brought with you. Suddenly, my heart starting pounding until I felt dizzy and breathless…I couldn’t get my breath…all I could think of was what you might be getting out. You went into the bathroom and closed the door, and then I saw the light under the door. I heard the water running in the sink, and then the sound of something being filled. Now my apprehension returned a hundred percent…almost fear…I kept thinking…”Is this the time? Can I really let him do this to me? How can I stop him? He knows I want to do this, but he knows that I don’t know if I can.” My mind was racing so fast I couldn’t stop my thoughts…”I CAN’T DO THIS! I CAN’T!!” Nobody has ever touched me there…I can’t let him do this! By the time you came back, my stomach was churning and I felt almost sick. I can’t tell if you’re carrying anything or not…it’s too dark, but I’m lying there with the quilt up to my nose, shivering, partly with cold and partly with fear and partly with anticipation and wanting…all mixed up together till I didn’t know which feeling was strongest.

The bed sank as you sat down beside me and started rubbing my breasts through the quilt. You said, “don’t be afraid…I told you that if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. I’d like to show you how good it can feel, but it’s your choice, OK? You can say no and nothing will happen, so just relax, little one, OK?” I felt sort of foolish with the quilt held up against me like protection of some sort, slot oyna so I made a conscious effort to relax. I pulled you down against me and said, “David, you know I want to try this, but you also know that I’m embarrassed and not sure…nobody has ever done something like this to me…nobody has ever even touched me there before, so please be patient with me….” You gently turned me over and started rubbing my back again…”just relax, let me give you another good massage. We’ve got all the time we need, and I won’t do anything until you’re ready…” As you gently, firmly, rubbed my back I could feel the tenseness seep away…I DO want to try…slowly you lowered the quilt, just a little, then a little more…then you sort of pulled me until I was lying on my left side, with my back to you….all the time gently rubbing my back, down the backs of my legs and back up. I still feel nervous…not scared, but anxious and nervous…then I feel your finger against me…there! “Oh, David, I don’t know about this….” You said, “just relax, little one…don’t think about what I’m doing, just think of how good it’s going to feel and how good YOU’RE going to feel…just let your mind sort of drift and let me help you, OK?” I felt your finger there again, and tried hard not to pull away from you. You pushed against me a little, and then all of a sudden I felt your finger inside me! Mmmmm, it feels funny, but sort of good; I feel you push in a little farther and move your finger around….ooooohhhhh, that feels good…I can feel myself totally relaxed, loving that feeling…then slowly you removed your finger. I pushed back against you, wanting that feeling again. I could feel your breath against my ear as you whispered, “just wait…it’s going to be so much better…that’s only the beginning.” I felt your finger there again, just sort of circling round and round, then I felt something cold and smooth and hard. You rubbed my back and said, “just relax, don’t tense up, OK? I took a deep breath and you pushed the nozzle inside as far as it would go.

“Just lie there a minute…I know you’re used to that feeling and I know you like it, but I also know it’s strange when somebody else does it.” You reached over me and rubbed my breasts and tummy until I was so relaxed I felt like I was floating. Gently you moved the nozzle around, pulling it almost out and then gently back in, over and over, until I was almost dizzy with wanting. You whispered to me, “are you ready?” “mmmmm, yes”, I said. You kept moving the nozzle around deep inside while you were rubbing my tummy and up over my breasts and down my back…suddenly I felt the warmth inside me… “ooooohhhhhh, David, it feels so good.” Slowly I could feel myself filling while you seemed to have at least 3 hands rubbing my tummy and my breasts and my back . I just wanted to lie there forever with that wonderful feeling deep inside me. After a few minutes, you said, “OK, that’s all…you feel oK?” I wished there was more…it felt so good. Gently you removed the nozzle and asked me how I felt…”I feel wonderful…that was incredible..I don’t want to move…I just want to lie here and hold you.” You lay down beside me, your tongue making those wonderful wet circles around my nipples. I leaned over and took you in my mouth…I love to do that…running my tongue up and down and gently sucking on you…biting gently and then a little harder….you squirmed and said, “little one, I can’t hold back much longer if you keep doing that.” I laughed and said, “there’ll be time for that later… it’s your turn as soon as I get back…you’ll just need to help me, because I’ve never given anybody an enema before and I’m not sure how.” I could feel your heart suddenly beating faster and you started breathing faster; you said to me, “just hurry, OK? I’ll be right here when you get back and I’ll show you exactly what you need to do..I can hardly wait.”

Part3

I left the light on in the bathroom when I came back to the bed. I can barely see you with the bathroom door closed, but I can tell you’re lying there on your tummy and you have your eyes closed. I crawled in beside you and started rubbing your back. You sighed a little and wiggled deeper into the mattress. I reached over for the oil and poured a small puddle in the middle of your back. I whispered to you, ” Ok, David, now it’s your turn…tell me what you want…”. You said, “just keep doing that for a while; it feels so good I could almost fall asleep.” I laughed at you and spanked you gently; “don’t you dare fall asleep or I don’t know what I might do!” “Hmmm”, you said, “maybe I should fall asleep just to see what you WILL do.” Gently I rubbed the oil into your shoulders, then lower and lower. Somehow it’s difficult for me to go much below your waist…that’s sort of new territory and I feel very self-conscious about it.

I could tell you picked up on that right away. You gently said, “you know, you really can touch me anyplace you want to.” I said, “I know, but I’ve never really touched anybody there before and I feel sort of strange about it.” You said, “OK, I know how you feel, but just try it; that’s all you have to do, just try canlı casino siteleri and see how it makes you feel.” Slowly, I ran both hands down all the way to the backs of your knees, and then more slowly, back up. You moved your legs a little apart for easier access. Mmmmm, now I could reach between your legs to the front of you and find that part I do so love to touch. I poured a little more oil in my hands and began caressing you there and then very hesitantly, I slowly took one finger and worked it between your cheeks. Suddenly, I was touching you THERE! Someplace I’ve never touched on anybody before. You sighed and said, “can you put your finger inside me, just a little bit?” I poured more of the oil over my hands and then a little less hesitantly worked just the tip of my finger inside. Hmmm, it feels strange to do that. You sighed again, and said, “Oh, God, that feels so good…how much farther can you go?” “Well”, I said, “I guess it’s true the 1st step is the hardest, sooo…”. Gently, firmly, I slowly pushed my finger inside you; “Now, David, you need to tell me how to find that gland…I need some help here.” You helped me find that place and as soon as I touched it, you started sighing and wiggling around, just like a puppy having his ears scratched! Must feel good, huh?

“OK”, I said, as I withdrew my finger, “now it’s time for your treat. But, if you want soap in your enema, then you’re going to have to either fix it or show me how, because I don’t know how much to use.”

Part 4

“OK, little one…I brought everything I need with me, because I know you don’t like to use soap.” You reached down into your bag and brought out some packages. Then you said, “do you want me to fix it, or do you want me to show you how?” I thought for a minute, and then said, “if you don’t mind, could you fix it? Somehow, I still feel self conscious…don’t ask me why…I know it’s silly, but the light’s on in the bathroom and it’s dark in here, and I feel more comfortable in here.” You laughed and said, “that’s OK, I get embarrassed too, sometimes, so I know how you feel. Just lie there and think what you’re going to do for me, and I’ll be right back.”

I heard the water running for what seemed a long time. I kept trying to relax, but I’m so afraid I’ll do something wrong…no matter what you say or how hard you try to reassure me, I still am soooo nervous. Silly, isn’t it? Then the water stopped and you opened the door. I saw you briefly holding that full, red bag before you shut the door. The bed dipped as you sat down beside me with your hand on my shoulder. I guess you could tell I was getting nervous again. Softly you said, “you know, I’ve wanted and needed to share this with somebody as long as I can remember, but I’ll understand if you don’t want to go any farther.” I said, “I WANT to do this for you..you did it for me and it was wonderful. I just want it to be as good for you as it was for me, but I don’t have the experience you have.”

“You’ll do fine”, you assured me. Then you lay down on your side and handed me the nozzle. There was that feeling of anticipation mixed with apprehension again, but I want to do this for you more than I’ve ever wanted anything before. I greased the nozzle and then put a gob of Vaseline on my finger. I laid the nozzle down beside you and slowly rubbed your back, then reached down and parted your buttocks. Slowly, tentatively, I slid my finger in just a little bit. You sighed again and moved back against my hand. I pushed in farther until I couldn’t go any farther. Slowly I withdrew my finger, massaging you inside as I did and felt you suddenly start to breathe faster. I replaced my finger with the nozzle…pushing it in, then pulling it slightly out…back in and out until you were squirming and pushing back against it as hard as you could. “Are you ready?” A deep sigh was your only answer, so I opened the clamp part way, then all the way.

I kept moving the nozzle in as far as it would go, then slowly almost out…in and out…you’re breathing heavier now. I reached around you and took hold of you…you’re so hard and so hot… my fingers circle you, sliding up and down as I move the nozzle in and out…”does it feel good?” It seems impossible, but you’re getting even harder. I lean down and slowly circle your ear with my tongue, then dip my tongue inside your ear. You’re squirming against me…”tell me what you want”, but you didn’t answer me.

The bag is almost empty now…with one hand I rub your tummy and at the same time I have hold of you…my hand is slippery with Vaseline…squeezing, releasing, stroking up and down, while I keep circling your ear with my tongue, round and round…moving the nozzle in and out…in and out…you’re almost panting now…I can’t believe you could possibly get any harder. You’re pushing against my hand, then back against the nozzle, almost frantically. I reach over farther and take you in my mouth. Circling your tip with my tongue, still squeezing and releasing…sucking gently…I asked you how you felt…but again no answer…then I felt you move faster and I knew you were almost there…I pushed the nozzle in as far as it would go, and with one last squeeze you exploded. It seemed as if you would never quit. When your breathing slowed, I asked you if it was OK…you said, “I can’t even tell you how it felt. It was incredible!”

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I lost the competition on the course and now had to pay with following through on going into the men’s locker room with just a towel on. After a quick shower in the nearly deserted club I snuck into the men’s locker room. It was an opulent room, much nicer than the ladies room. I was shocked to see the 5 men lounging naked on big leather sofas in the middle of the room. I thought they’d be waiting outside to see if I’d walk in.

One of them, a handsome corporate exec, got up and came over to me. He led me to the center of the group and told me to remove my towel. I was nervous yet turned on. I let it drop and stood in the middle of the room not sure what to do next. They did.

A man on the overstuffed chair, a muscular CEO told me to come over and suck his cock right now. Naked, I walked across the room and knelt in front of him. His cock was thick even soft, but in no time I had my lips wrapped around his large erect dick as he held my head and pumped it into my mouth. While doing so I felt hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. A hot tongue found its way down my crack and into my asshole. His finger slid in behind his tongue and casino oyna then another and another. Do you like getting fucked in the ass? He asked. Moaning I replied. “Yes!”

More hands found my breasts and yet more found my hot, wet pussy. Fingers worked their way into my pussy and ass at the same time. Meanwhile the CEO was really fucking my mouth hard. I was sucking and his throbbed and my head was pulled down by my hair as he shot his load down my throat.

I was pulled up and planted on a waiting hard dick. It was the enormous and thick cock of a retired athlete and it filled me completely. I fucked it wildly. Another tool was shoved in my mouth and I took it in hungrily. I felt the tip of another on my ass and without hesitation he slammed it into me. My ass and pussy were fucked with such force that I thought I was going to be ripped in two. I came so hard that my legs trembled and I moaned like a wild animal. It wasn’t over yet. With a cock still in my ass they rolled me over. The thick dick that had been in my mouth moved and then was buried to the hilt in my pussy. They fucked me in a syncopated rhythm that made me cum repeatedly. slot oyna The dick in my mouth exploded as he pulled out and came all over my face. I ate every drop I could.

From then on they took turns and rotated so that my holes were filled with hot meat at all times. I was full, having swallowed so many loads. All five came in my ass and also my pussy. Until they could fuck no more. Covered in cum, I lay on the ground as they watched me fuck my ass and pussy with my hands; I needed more cock!

After all of the men were satisfied and I was totally spent they took me into the shower and washed me off. They told me they would be back the following week if I wanted to play the game again and they left. With my competitive nature I would be back…

It was a few seconds later the towel guy, a muscular 20 year old came and found me naked on a lounger. He was stunned, so I acted quickly. I had his pants down around his ankles and his cock in my mouth in no time. I deep-throated him as I massaged his asshole. I spun around and stood bent over with my ass inviting him in; he filled it. There was a knock at the door, we stopped canlı casino siteleri and were quiet. A young woman was asking if anyone was there and hearing no one she came in to straighten up.

She came around the corner and almost walked right into my face. She was on the verge of screaming. There I was bent over, naked, his hard dick all the way in my ass and she and I just stared at each other. The towel boy, somehow inspired by seeing her there, returned to pounding me. While she stood there frozen, I reached up and pulled her pants down and brought her pussy to me. Before she could protest I had my mouth on her cunt and clit under my tongue. I could see that she was trying not to give in, but soon her juices were flowing as she came again and again. Eventually, she was begging me to keep fucking her and grabbed my head and pressed me tight to her pussy. She finally had one last massive orgasm and stumbled half-naked back into a locker, cumming the whole way. Seeing this caused my 20 year old to pound my ass furiously and then shoot his load deep inside with an audible series of grunts. He slipped out of me to go around and help the other girl up. They thanked me, said they hope to see me at the club again soon and hand in hand walked out of the locker room.

Cum dripping from my ass, I lay back onto the couch. I felt so warm and delicious. I love golf!

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(The sequel to Jessica & the Comic Shop Owner)

Four weeks have passed since Jessica had her four-way in the back of a comic shop down the street from her house. She had spent many nights reading her newly acquired Manga collection and imagining herself in many new fantasies. It could easily be said that Jessica had nearly worn out a couple of vibrators and come several times a day since she acquired her collection. Now the day had come when she had read each and every comic that she had acquired from Mac, the comic shop owner. Sure, she could always re-read them, but Jessica was always looking forward to something new and exciting to get her off.

Jessica grabs the phone book and looks up the number to her favorite comic shop. She dials the number and waits for an answer.

“Mac’s Comic Shop,” stated the voice on the phone in a very bored sounding voice.

“Is this Mac?” asked Jessica in an overly sexy tone.

At the shop, Mac suddenly sat up at full attention as he realized that his dream of having contact with Jessica again might actually be happening.

“Yeah, uh, yeah this is Mac”

“Hello Mac… do you know who this is?”

“Damn I hope so!”

Jessica chuckles slightly and asks “Well, is this the same Mac with a backroom and a private collection of Manga comics?”

Mac looks up and says a silent prayer of thanks.

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely me.”

“Well, you HAD a nice collection of Manga, right?”

“No, I HAVE a nice collection. You see, I was thinking that once you got hooked on that stuff you might come back for more. So, I made some calls are restocked with some new wares for you.”

“Mmmm…. I like that…. Does that mean you want to fuck me again big boy?”

“That is one question you never have to ask!”

“Well, if you shop isn’t too full right now… I wouldn’t mind doing a little shopping”

Mac looks up and sees four of his best “clients” playing an RPG at a table near the back of the store.

“Yeah… I think we can make an arrangement… how soon will you be here?”

“Oh, I think I can be there in about ten minutes… you in a hurry? ‘Cause I’m hungry for a whole lot of cum!”

Mac almost swallows his tongue. How could he possibly be so lucky after all the crap he had gone through for this gorgeous piece of ass to find her way into his life. Now, it is almost like he is a drug dealer and she is hooked on whatever it is he is dealing.

“I’ll be waiting,” he says as he hangs up the phone. He quickly walks back to the table of guys playing their RPG.

“Guys, I hate to break up your game, but I’m going to need this table in about five minutes.”

“Damn Mac, we were hoping to get in another couple hours tonight. You closing early?”

“Well, no, in fact I’m not asking you guys to leave at all. Let’s just say this is an impromptu Customer Appreciation Day.”

Another games chimes in “Well then let us keep playing if you appreciate us so much!”

“Sorry guys, no dice… uh, no pun intended”

A third guy speaks up, saying “Mac, I guess you need to tell us what the hell is going on here if you appreciate us so much!”

“What if I told you guys there would be a hot pussy on this table in five minutes… and it will be for you guys to enjoy?”

They all begin to laugh.

“Yeah Mac, that’s why we keep coming here, you are one funny guy!”

“Alright guys, what would you like to bet that you all have the potential to get laid tonight”

The first gamer says “I’ll take that action… how about 10 bucks a piece?”

The group all nod their heads and turn to see what Mac has to say. All Mac can think is he can buy one hell of a set of Manga and other similar books on his wholesale market for forty bucks. This is great, he gets to fuck Jessica again AND secure his chance to hit it again later!

“You’re all on!”

The gamers grin, thinking they just made some easy cash. Mac collects the cash and puts it in a safe place on a nearby shelf. No sooner had the can come to rest on the shelf that a little jingle could be heard at the front of the store. Mac peeks around the corner and sees Jessica.

Jessica stands just inside the front door, wearing a navy trench coat. Her curves are still quite obvious as she has the coat cinched in the middle with a belt. The top of the coat is parted so that her cleavage is in plain sight. At this point, all Mac can tell is she wearing a trench coat with heels. He walks to the front of the store.

“Well… hello studly,” comments Jessica.

“Fuck you look hot tonight and every night I would imagine”

“Maybe, but only if you like this…,” says Jessica as she unties the coat and opens it for him. She is in fact only wearing the trench coat and heels.

“Holy shit…,” is all Mac can manage as he reaches out to cup her heaving breasts. Her tits are so soft and perfect, and he can feel his erection growing faster than ever before. She reaches down and grabs his cock through his pants.

“Looks like casino siteleri someone is ready for some ‘shopping'”

Jessica closes her coat and follows Mac towards the back room. He stops about ten feet short of the doorway.

“Ok, now I have a surprise for you… but I need you to close your eyes for a moment.”

“Kinky,” comments Jessica as she closes her eyes.

“If you don’t mind…,” says Mac as he unties her coat. He slips it off her shoulders and lays it across a nearby chair. He then guides he forward about five feet and turns her to the right.

Jessica hears several gasps and opens her eyes. Here before her are four guys, probably in the 19-25 year old range, that look as though the only time they have seen tits are on a computer or in a magazine. Tonight was their lucky night, as they not only were getting their first look at tits, they were getting to look at what could be one of the greatest pairs ever. Jessica just smiles as the guys devour her with their eyes, drool beginning to form at the edges of their mouths.

“So this is my surprise?”

“Yes,” answers Mac. Grinning as these guys were probably about ready to cream their pants. “You said you were hungry right?”

Jessica grins a very sexy smile as she looks at each one of the guys. “Yes, quite hungry indeed.”

“The other thing you might be interested in is right over there,” Mac says pointing to a box on the floor just to her left. Jessica turns to look at the box, immediately recognizing the contents to be her soon to be “new” Manga collection. She bends slightly to take a peek and hears the all familiar sound of jeans being unzipped.

Mac is now standing just behind her with his pants pushed down about a foot or two. He has his rock hard cock in one hand and is inching closer to Jessica.

“Why don’t you pick one out for us?”

Jessica says nothing, but spreads her legs slightly and leans over a little further. Mac takes his cue and leans closer to her, the head of his cock colliding with the outer folds of her pussy. He begins to rub up and down a little as she pretends to be looking at the books. Finally he pushes forward and buries his cock to the hilt in her already sopping wet hole. Mac can hardly believe the sex drive of this beautiful creature.

Jessica holds on the sides of the box as she begins to thrust her hips back towards Mac, forcing his cock all the way up inside her with each push. The gamers haven’t moved an inch and are simply watching in awe as Mac fucks the shit out of this girl straight of their dreams.

Moments later, Mac grabs her hips and pushes deep inside. He shivers a little as his first giant load of cum finds its home in Jessica’s pussy. Jessica has a small orgasm as she thinks of this load of cum and the loads she is hoping to procure from these other guys.

Mac pulls out, letting his now softening cock slide down along her ass as he back away. A few drops of begin leaking out of her tight pussy. Jessica quickly reaches back and wipes her pussy clean with two fingers. Then, as she looks over at the other guys, she licks her fingers clean.

She stands up and walks towards the table, where each and every one of the gamers has taken their cock out of their pants. She can see four quite hard pricks in front of her debates how to go about this. She looks to her left and notices the first guy on that side is shaking in what appears to be fear. She raises one eyebrow at him walks behind him, pulling his chair out from the table.

Walking back around in front of him, she notices that he has a bead of sweat forming on his brow. She can hardly believe how nervous this poor guy is. His eyes struggle to decide whether they should look at her face, her tits, or her shaved pussy. After a few moments she steps forward and he looks up to see her staring back at him. Their eyes lock and he freezes, his hands falling to his sides. She watches him closely as she lowers herself until she feels his rigid cock touch the entrance to her red hot oven.

She pushes down, not needing to hold his cock in place, forcing him up into her. His mouth drops open and his head falls back as he is overcome with a feeling he has never felt before. She begins to ride him slowly, grinding her pussy onto his cock over and over again. The other guys around the table stare in disbelief as this dream girl fucks their friend.

After a few moments he regains his composure and looks into her eyes. He begins thrusting back against her and she smiles.

“Very good… keep it up,” she says, knowing that there is likely no way this cock will be soft anytime soon. She has already gotten him past the point of premature ejaculation and is hoping to ride this one for a while. She thinks to herself that this cock has to be at least 9 inches long and she wonders how some lucky girl hasn’t found this meat before her!

The current lucky guy shifts his hips forward, almost to the edge of the chair as he begins to massage and nibble on her perky nipples. She continues sliding slot oyna up and down his wonderful cock, feeling an orgasm beginning to form way down in her toes. Then she hears a chair move somewhere behind her. She turns her head, without breaking her rhythm, and sees the guy who was directly across the table standing to walk toward her.

He has a much smaller dick, probably about four or five inches long, but it is just as hard. He places his hand on her back and spits in the other hand. His cock twitches as he runs his hand across her smooth back, he rubs the spit on his cock and steps closer to her.

“I’ve always dreamt of this,” he says as he leans over the top of her. He poises his cock at her asshole and begins pushing gently. She stops riding the first guy to give her new suitor a chance to get in place. He pushes a few times and then presses his body against her as his cock becomes firmly embedded in her ass.

Jessica braces herself as both guys begin to pump their cocks into her. All three of them begin panting loudly as she can feel both cocks swelling. She knows she is about to get two more loads of cum deposited deep inside her.

“FUCK YEAH!!!” yells the guy fucking her ass as he explodes inside her. He immediately backs up, letting his soft cock fall from her gaping hole. His cum running down her ass and onto the floor, he stumbles to his chair.

The third guy jumps up and runs over to her, stroking his cock the whole way there. He had seen enough porn to notice that his buddy’s balls were twitching and what that meant was about to happen. Sure enough…

“Holy shit… holy shit… holy shit…” repeats the guy still fucking Jessica as he raises his hips to make sure all of his come goes in her pussy. Jessica has another plan. She jumps up real quick and steps back. In a flash she manages to jam his cock deep in her mouth and suck it with abandon. Not two seconds later he begins to shoot his load down her throat. She loves the taste of his salty cum and continues to swallow as fast as she can. He simply sits back and enjoys the feeling.

She is fully concentrating on the dick in her mouth when the third gamer takes his place behind her. He wastes no time and shoves his cock in her stretched out pussy. She doesn’t look at him but begins squeezing him with her pussy walls. He bucks his hips against her as he clings to her shapely his roaming hands.

A squishing sound radiates through the room every time he thrusts into her. He throws his head back and continues pounding away at her pussy. Jessica has finished swallowing all the cum she was working on and looks over her shoulder to watch this new guy fuck her pussy.

“Mmm… that feels fucking great,” she says.

“Your sloppy pussy is the perfect thing to let me fuck you forever. I love how slippery you are!”

Mac and the first two guys simply sit back and relax as this guy pounds Jessica’s pussy for ten minutes. None of them can believe this guy is holding out this long. Jessica is leaning on a chair to keep her balance as this session seems to be wearing her down.

“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!” yells Jessica as a huge orgasm rips through her body. She shivers and shakes as she lets this amazing feel work its way from her toes up to the top of her head. Somewhere in the midst of this orgasm, the third guy holds tight to her hips and buries his cock as deep as he can. He begins pumping a giant wad of cum into her, adding to the already sloppy nature of her pussy. He steps back and stares at her pussy, grinning as big globs of cum run out of her. He knows she is full now.

Finally, Jessica stands up and looks at the final guy she intends to fuck tonight. He has a smug grin on his face and she can feel herself getting wetter at this sign of confidence.

“So, are you gonna fuck me or what, hot shot?”

“Oh yes, I surely am. However, I am usually the one who comes up with these grand plans for our gaming and I now have one such plan to finish off our evening.”

“Alright, so what’s this master plan?”

The final guy gets up and walks around the table. He has removed his clothes already and walks directly to Jessica. He presses his body against her, taking her head in his hands. Looking her directly in the eyes, he gives a deep french kiss. Their tongues wrestle for a moment and then his dick begins to wedge itself between them. He looks down and smiles as his dick has found its way between her legs and is resting against her sloppy, wet pussy. Jessica reaches down to push it in her, as she is craving his nice sized piece of meat. Instead he takes a step back, giving her the clear statement that he is in charge. Her eyes begin to glaze over in anticipation of what he has planned.

Pointing at the guy who had anal fucked her along with the guy who enjoyed her sloppy pussy, he says, “You two get on either side of this table.” They take their places and await his next instruction.

“You,” he says pointing at the first guy. “You go to the head of the table.”

Then he turns canlı casino siteleri and looks at Mac. “And Mac, to show we truly do appreciate what you have done here, please lay on the table… on your back.”

Mac gives him a questioning look but decides to play along. He strips down the rest of the way and takes his position on the table. He isn’t quite sure what to think about having three naked guys standing around him at this point.

“Now, Jessica, if you will darling,” he begins. “Please join Mac on the table, only I want you face up also.”

Jessica climbs on top of Mac and splays herself across his body. She can feel his hard cock against her ass and smiles, wondering what is next. She doesn’t have to wait long as the mastermind gives his first instruction.

“You two, on the sides, your sole task is to attack her nipples. Suck them, do whatever you can with your mouths, but your hands must stay behind your back. Mac, you are responsible for holding her and playing with her breasts as they suck. Now, begin!”

The two guys lean in and begin sucking her nipples, causing her to sigh in pleasure. Mac wastes no time in holding her close and feeling the curves of her perfect tits.

“Jessica, now you should reach to your left and right. Take a cock in each hand and masturbate each of them as they suckle on you.”

He doesn’t have to tell her twice as she gladly begins jacking these two guys off. The begin moaning as they suck.

Looking at the guy at the head of the table, he says, “You put that cock, which she seemed to enjoy so much, in her mouth. Be sure you don’t get your sack in Mac’s face!”

Jessica turns her head slightly, allowing for easier access, as the nine inch cock she had fucked and sucked only moments ago finds its way back into her mouth. She is nearly immobile, so he rocks his hips back and forth, fucking her throat with each push.

The mastermind steps forward and sticks two fingers in her pussy. He spins them around a few times and then presses them into her asshole. He turns his hand slightly, using the cum and pussy juice mixture to lubricate her hole.

“Enjoy this Mac..” he says as he guides Mac’s dick right into her ass. Mac groans as he thrusts up, pushing his cock into her.

“Fuck me,” Mac whispers right into Jessica’s ear. She grinds her hips back against him as they revel in the union of their bodies. All four of them are enjoying themselves immensely as the mastermind smiles. He knows that he has created a masterful scene and hopes that the cum will flow soon.

Looking down, he concentrates on Jessica’s pussy. Her lips seem to be calling to him as the slight gap between them seems to beckon him to divide them. Stepping forward again, he places his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Even with this giant, devious plan he has concocted, he still has one last task to achieve.

The fact remains that he is a virgin. Up until this evening, he had only ever scene two people naked, and that was his sister and mother. He had spied on them when he was growing up, but neither came close to comparing to this perfect body laid out before him. Before another thought can cross his mind, he pushes himself into her, balancing himself from the sudden wave of pleasure.

He stands still, with his penis inside a woman for the first time and watches the other four guys doing their best to please Jessica. Right on schedule, she begins to convulse as another orgasm tears through her naked body.

“Perfection,” he says as he begins to thrust into her. He goes slow, savoring each thrust and the subsequent feeling of joy that fills his body.

“I’m cumming!” exclaims the guy to his left. A string of cum shoots from his cock, splattering across Jessica’s chest.

“Ungh,” grunts the guy on his right as he mirrors the first guy, splattering another load of cum on her chest. Seeing these first two achieve orgasm, he picks up his pace, knowing that his first ejaculation from intercourse is not far away.

Jessica begins slurping at the cock in her mouth as it bulges and twitches. Another salty load of cum fills her mouth and throat. She swallows her tasty dessert and then begins licking his cock clean.

Mac’s balls begin to tighten as he prepares to load Jessica’s ass with his own private delivery. The mastermind senses this and begins to cum at the same time as Mac.

“Ohhhh yesssssssssssss!” yells Jessica as she feels the two guys achieving orgasm in her pussy and ass at the same time. Her body shakes again as a small orgasm quivers through her body.

The mastermind opens his eyes at looks at the scene, which has now reached a point of completion. He smiles at each of the guys, knowing his plan worked flawlessly.

“With that… I think it is time for us to depart gentlemen!”

Each guy gives Jessica’s body another good look and then they quickly dress and make their way to the door. Mac just lets Jessica lay there on top of him as they both recover from their parts in the orgy.

“Mac, I had no idea what you had in store for me tonight, but I have to admit that was even better than last time!”

“I had no idea those guys would be up for anything like that. I actually figured you’d get a couple quick pokes and that’s it.”

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I was putting the finishing touches on a website I developed for a multi-national corporation. I had spent the last year of my life on it and was pretty proud of it. I sat back in my chair and thought about the last year.

It started with my divorce. I married right out of college, which was too soon and lasted only two years. I was bummed about it in the beginning, but realized it was the best for all.

I dealt with the divorce by burying myself in the website. I managed to go on a few dates, but I really wasn’t in to it. If I wasn’t working I was at the gym. Work kept me mentally busy while the gym kept me physically busy.

Now the website was a week from being finished and it was time for me to stock once again and decide what I wanted to do next. But before I started that, I wanted to celebrate the completion of the website. It was a major goal and warranted recognition.

I wasn’t currently seeing anyone. I didn’t really feel like a date anyway. I was not in the mood to have polite conversation and pretend that whatever she was saying was interesting. Let’s face it, usually it’s not.

No, I felt more like tying one on, letting loose and not having to worry about what I said or did. I just wanted to have some fun.

I remembered a place I had gone to several months earlier. I’m not a big fan of strip clubs, but sometimes they really hit the spot. Now if I’m going to drop some cash to see naked women, they have to be good looking. Most places were hit and miss. The place I was thinking about had the most beautiful women I had ever seen. It was a classy place and outrageously expensive. That’s one of the reasons I hadn’t been back. But tonight I didn’t care about the money. The more I thought about it, the more I realized this place was just what I had in mind.

I put on a nice pair of slacks and dress shirt and headed out. I walked into the place and it was just as I remembered it. The interior was very nice, very upper class and the girls, every single one of them, were absolutely gorgeous. The waitresses wore French maid costumes with fluffy petticoats, black stockings and spike high heels. The fantasy’s started popping into my head as my eyes darted from one to the next making my way to a table.

My table was halfway between three different stages. I could easily see them all from where I was sitting. The dancers wore erotic costumes. Now these weren’t your cheap Halloween costumes. No, these costumes appeared to be hand tailored for each girl as they fit perfectly. And each costume was altered to exaggerate the erotic nature of the character being portrayed.

It was like walking into a dream, an erotic dream. My thoughts went from a harem tent to a tavern in old England to a disco in the seventies. Each thought shared the same reality, beautiful women whose only thought was to please me sexually.

The waitress, a stunning blonde, came to get my drink order. After my eyes consumed her bountiful breasts barely contained within her low cut top, I managed to order a whiskey. She gave me a lustful leer that caused a stir in my slacks and walked away. I congratulated myself on making the right choice of establishments and shifted to my eyes to the main stage.

And what I saw was Santa’s little helper complete with red satin mini skirt trimmed in white fur, cute little crop top with a red hood also trimmed in white fur. She was wearing red and white stripped stockings that were held in place by black garter straps.

She was simply gorgeous. She looked so cute, and yet nasty hot, in her little erotic costume. I knew instantly I would dream of her for weeks to come.

The guys approached the stage with money in their hand drooling over her every move. And she knew just how to play them. She removed piece after piece of that little erotic costume while stuffing the bills in her thong.

I fantasized about having a wife that looked like that, dressed like that on certain occasions when she wanted to spice things up.

Great fantasy. But let’s face it. There is not a wife in the world that looks like that. That’s why those guys were here instead of at home. I took a sip of my drink and watched as she collected bill after bill from them. They would go home horny and their wives would have a night full of sex. It was a win-win.

As hard as it was, I shifted my eyes to the next stage where I found a stunningly beautiful brunette. I didn’t know what her costume was as she had already removed it. Her highly tanned body was clothed in a simple red lace g-string with a matching feather tucked into her hair held by a diamond clasp. She had a single purple ribbon tied around her neck in choker fashion, but the ribbon was much more suggestive and erotic than any choker I had ever seen. She had another purple ribbon tied around her thigh drawing attention to her perfectly shaped legs.

But it was her face, her big brown eyes that absolutely destroyed me. She had a way of looking right into your soul. Her lips were perfectly curved, pouty casino siteleri and sexy as hell. She seemed out of place on that stage. Her beauty certainly wasn’t out of place, but I saw intelligence in those eyes that didn’t seem to fit this environment.

The way she moved was hypnotic. Her lean body was the pinnacle of sensuality. Her facial expressions were sultry and provocative. I’m not one to give cash to dancers, but I couldn’t resist her.

I found myself getting to my feet and taking my place at the foot of the stage with the other drooling idiots. I pulled a twenty and waited my turn. I watched as she worked her way down the line finally making it to me.

Those eyes pierced right through me capturing my inner most desires. She shimmed down and pushed those perfect breasts against my face. It was pure heaven. I tucked my twenty into her g-string as I asked her name. “Gina,” she said simply. And with a final look, she moved to the next guy.

I went back to my table and ordered another drink. I saw her later working the room. She was fully dressed now, if you could call it that, wearing a saloon girl costume. The red satin complimented her complexion very nicely. She moved like a cat on the prowl. She caught me staring at her and joined me at my table.

“Hey Handsome. You look lonely sitting here all by yourself. Want some company?”

“Absolutely. May I buy you a drink?” I asked as the waitress came over.

“Fuzzy navel,” she said. I ordered and turned my attention back to Gina.

“You look really good in that costume,” I said with a smile.

She batted her eyelashes at me, broke a subtle smile across those pouty lips and said, “Why thank you.” My heart melted right then and there. “Would it be enough to get your six guns blaring?”

“Yes it would,” I said. “I wouldn’t let the bad guys get you.”

“But what if I wanted a bad guy to get me,” she asked with a sly smile. I didn’t have an answer for that. My flirting skills were no match for hers. She wrapped her arm inside on mine and gave me a smile, “Mm, feels like somebody goes to the gym.”

“Yeah…I like to workout.”

“I bet you have a six pack in there too, don’t you?”

I figured she was just giving me compliments. She probably said the same thing to every guy in the place.

“More like five and half,” I joked. I didn’t want to sound conceded. “I bet you are no stranger to a gym with a body like that.”

She smiled and squeezed my arm. I’m sure she heard that a million times a night. She was gorgeous. And you didn’t have a body like that if you didn’t work at it. I cursed myself for being so predictable.

The blonde who had been on the main stage walked by and Gina grabbed her arm, “Hey Lisa…come join me and Handsome.”

Lisa gave me the once over and smiled. She pulled up a chair on my other side and sat down. “Well hi there Handsome.”

“Check out these arms,” Gina said to her.

Lisa wrapped her fingers around my other arm and squeezed. “Nice, very nice.” She gave me a dreamy look and said, “I bet you look really good…naked.” I felt my face turn red. I was not used to being the center of attention. It didn’t seem right given the two beautiful women sitting with me.

“And he has the cutest little bubble ass,” Gina continued.

Lisa smiled, “Yeah I saw it when he walked in. You don’t see that too often.”

I saw this little look they exchanged between them. They really did think I had a cute ass.

“But what’s he packing down below?” Lisa said looking me in the eye. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip and slipped her hand into my lap, “Oooh…you have a nice one Handsome.”

No sooner had she said that when I felt a hand slide in from the other side. Gina did more than run her hand along my cock. She actually took it between her fingers and squeezed it. And that squeeze started things going.

“Very nice indeed,” Gina said feeling it swell.

I felt her hand melt away only to be replaced by Lisa’s. I felt her finger trace around the head of my cock which only made me harder. “Mmm nice. How big are you Handsome?”

I could feel my face turn red again.

“Come on…I know you know. Guys always measure themselves. Tell me.”

“Seven inches.”

“Mmm…seven inches with a cute ass. You got possibilities Handsome…real possibilities,” Lisa smiled getting to her feet. “See you later baby,” she said to Gina.

“Do you want a lap dance Handsome?” Gina asked looking into my eyes.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” I knew it would be expensive, but she was well worth it.

She grabbed my hand and walked me back to the private area and planted me down on a couch. She started working me over with that killer body of hers. She eased her perfect ass down my body and felt my hardness. She smiled as she rubbed against it several times bringing me to the edge of orgasm stopping just in time before I exploded.

She could see how excited I was. She gave me a knowing slot oyna smile and slipped her finger past my lips. She waited to feel my tongue, which naturally began caressing her finger. She continued to dance while working her finger back and forth sensuously across my lips. I stared into her eyes as I sucked and caressed her finger the best way I knew how. To say it was a sexual moment doesn’t begin to describe it.

Towards the end of the song she removed her finger before leaning in and taking a quick lick of my nose,” I like the way you did that,” she said with a sexy leer. She lowered herself to my erection, pushed against it in a way making it clear she knew I was hard, “Mmm…so many possibilities.”

I was beside myself. I was smitten. I knew she was way out of my class. A girl like her could get any guy she wanted. But I wanted her. I wanted to at least try.

I reached into my wallet and pulled out two twenties, one for the dance, one for the tip. She stuffed them into her g-string. I wanted to kiss her in the worst way. I wasn’t sure if that was permitted.

“I like you Handsome,” she said easing her arm inside of mine. She walked me back out to the table we had been with her friend. We sat down and I felt her hand ease into my lap. She brushed up against my erection, gave me a discreet smile. She casually rubbed her hand against it as if it wasn’t a big deal.

But it was a big deal. I was so horny I was worried I might actually climax in my freaking underwear.

“Do you want to play with me?” she asked sultrily. Her nipples were hard and poking through her costume.

I looked into those big brown eyes and thanked my lucky stars. “Yeah…that sounds nice.”

“You have no idea how nice…” she said running her tongue over her painted lips. “I don’t get off for several more hours. I don’t think you are going to last,” she grinned squeezing my throbbing cock.

“Mmm,” I moaned closing my eyes. It took all the concentration I could muster not to blow a load right then and there.

Our drinks showed up and I paid the waitress. Gina reached into my glass for some ice cubes. She looked to see if anyone was watching. No one was paying any attention to us with so many beautiful girls around. She pulled my pants out and jammed her hand down into my underwear.

“Ahhhh,” I jumped feeling the cold ice against my throbbing erection. I did my best not to jerk around as she held that ice against my rapidly deflating cock. Once I was shriveled up to nothing she reached for her purse and pulled something out.

She handed it to me and said, “Go in the bathroom and put that on. That way I know you will have something left for me when I get off,” she smiled. “And don’t worry Handsome, I have the key.” She raised her hand to her necklace. I noticed for the first time the key hanging from it. She pushed the thing into my hand and pointed to the men’s room.

I walked into the men’s room and locked myself in a stall. I opened my hand to see what she had given me. I had never seen anything like it before. It was a clear acrylic tube with a collar attached at the end. The collar had a latch with a tiny padlock hanging off of it. It took a minute for me to figure it out. But then it clicked.

I felt my face grow flush. Was I ready for this? I thought about Gina for about half a second and started unzipping my pants.

It was easy getting my dick into the thing with it being all shriveled up. Once I was stuffed into it I opened the collar and clamped it behind my scrotum. Then I took the little padlock and slipped it in the latch and locked it.

I ran my hand over the thing checking the fit. I wanted to make sure I did it right. It was snug; there was no doubt about that. My balls were free, but my dick was totally encapsulated inside that small tube. The little lock sat on top. It pretty much summed everything up.

There was a moment of pure panic as I realized what I had done. But then I thought about the key around Gina’s neck and smiled. I couldn’t wait to watch her bend down to unlock me. I could just imagine the wonderful things she would do to my cock in the process.

I pulled my pants back up and looked at my crotch. You couldn’t tell a thing. I headed back to our table. She was waiting for me with new drinks. Her eyes studied me as I sat down.

She went right to the device. Her fingers searched around for the tiny padlock and made sure it was in place. I started getting aroused the second I felt her fingernail toying with my balls. But that glorious feeling was immediately interrupted as my expanding cock was halted by the unforgiving constraint.

Suddenly it was very clear how it worked. No erections.

Gina saw the look on my face and smiled. “You belong to me now, don’t you Handsome?”

She got to her feet and straddled my lap. She wiggled that perfect ass against my body making her way down my torso. I watched that incredible body of hers as she moved like the wind over water. Once again I felt myself canlı casino siteleri trying to expand only to be prevented by the device.

The device was simple in design, but so very effective. My brain was a confusion of arousal and frustration. I was so horny. Knowing I couldn’t have an erection just made me want one that much more. It was divine torture.

Gina seemed to take particular interest in my crotch now that it was caged. She would hover over my lap swaying her hips. It seemed to me she was using the hardness of the device to rub herself. The smell of her perfume, the warmth of her body was incredibly stimulating, but all I felt was the continued pain of my cock trying to expand without success.

Once the music stopped she gathered her things and said, “I have to dance on the main stage now. Enjoy yourself Handsome. I’ll tell the other girls you belong to me tonight,” she said fingering her key. “They will take care of you.”

I could only smile hearing her words. I belonged to her.

I watched Gina whisper to several girls on her way to the main stage. Each one looked over their shoulder at me and smiled.

The music started up and I watched as Gina came out from behind the curtains. I loved the way she walked, the way her hips moved from side to side. Guys started lining up around the stage with money in their hands drooling. I had done it too. I just smiled. She was going home with me tonight. I could feel the proof in my crotch.

Lisa was the first to come by. She wasted no time swinging her long beautiful leg over my body and riding my crotch like a horse in time with the music. I knew she had to feel the hardness of the device. Not only did she feel it, she was rubbing her pussy against it. I sat back and smiled as her breathing labored and her nipples stiffened.

I would have sworn she was close to orgasm. She took particular interest humping that device, swaying her hips from side to side. My cock was constantly trying to grow. And it was constantly being denied. It was a bitter sweet pain.

The song finished and Lisa climbed off my lap. I looked into her eyes and saw just how horny she was. She bent down and gave me a quick peck, “Bye Handsome…”

I watched her walk off. She had the nicest legs. I smiled knowing at that very moment her pussy was wet as hell. And my cock would have been hard as hell had it not been for the device choking the very excitement right out of it.

My hand trailed down to my crotch. My fingers unconsciously felt the device. I was so horny. That thing intensified everything. I wanted to feel my cock so bad.

Another girl came up and climbed on my lap. “Hi Handsome,” she said before sticking her nipple in my mouth. I felt her body start to sway and move with the music. Just like Lisa she worked her way down to my lap, found that hard device with her ass and started grinding against it.

I was in heaven.

Somehow that device transformed me into king of the strippers. One by one they came by my table rubbing themselves, some closer to orgasm than others, before moving on and letting the next have her turn. My drink never ran dry.

The attention I received from the ladies continuously stirred my loins only to be prevented by the solid device choking off any erection I might attain. I thought of the key around Gina’s neck and looked at my watch. I had many hours to go before any chance of freedom. I rubbed my hand over that thing wondering if I was going to make it.

I watched as Gina made her way back to my table. I loved the way her hips swayed as she walked. This time her g-string was overflowing with money.

She sat beside me and put her purse on the table. She took a sip from her drink and ran her hand through my lap. I felt her fingers move along the hard shell that encased my cock. She traced along my balls teasing the now sensitive flesh.

“How are you doing Handsome?”

I wasn’t sure if I should tell her how great it was being the center of attention from all the ladies or if I should mention that I was going out of my mind because I was horny as hell and couldn’t achieve an erection. My guess was that she knew both.

“Good,” I smiled.

She scanned my face trying to judge if I meant it or was just saying so. I’m not sure what she finally decided. She grabbed her purse and started stuffing it with bills from her g-string. As her roll got bigger I realized that she was making tons of money, all cash. Half the guys in the club had been drooling over her. Every guy there wanted to fuck her, fuck her bad, but it was me that would have that privilege tonight. I couldn’t keep the smile from my face.

She finished stuffing her purse with cash and put it back on the table. She took a sip from her drink and looked around the club checking out the action. Then she eased her arm inside of mine and snuggled up against me. I could see several guys watching us, well, watching her. I could see the look on their face as they realized they had no chance with her for the evening. She noticed too.

“You are costing me a boat load of money Handsome,” she smiled seductively. I could only imagine. She took another sip of her drink and said, “Tell me have you ever sucked cock?”

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This is Jesse’s story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess.

Her Story

The next few months provided Greg, Ray, and I, a few sweet, sexual encounters. Greg was a good lover, a gentle lover, and the three of us had great chemistry. Ray would jokingly refer to me, in private, as a ‘full moon swinger’ because it was usually once a month, around the full moon, that I’d let him know that I fancied another encounter. I don’t know why, it just worked out that way for some reason. Don’t get me wrong, we did things together besides have sex, the three of us. We’d go to ball games, or fishing, or clubbing, and sometimes, we’d end the day, or night, with the three of us in bed, a delicious way to end an outing.

One Friday afternoon, arriving home from work, I walked into the house and called out to Ray that I was home. He said he’d be right down after his phone call. Ray worked in his home office on most Fridays, a treat for him considering how much he traveled. I climbed the stairs to his office and heard him hang up his phone, a quizzical look of his face, as I leaned over to kiss him.

He told me he had just talked with a friend that he hadn’t talked to in a couple of years, and that we had been invited out for drinks, tomorrow evening, if I’d like. Geoff was a single that Ray and Ree had met at a social, one evening, thrown by the swingers’ club they belonged to. Ray said that he thought they had hit it off fairly well, but for whatever reason, they never hooked up with him. Ree clearly wanted to get Geoff into bed she had told Ray, but after that evening, she seemed disinterested in any further attempts at a threesome with him. Stranger still, he ran into Geoff at a Blues festival, found that they shared a love for that genre, and became friendly, then friends eventually, until he moved due to a job transfer. Geoff never hinted or alluded to a romp with Ree, either, Ray said. Ray finally chalked it up to ‘oil and water’, and never tried to pursue it again with Geoff, or Ree.

Ray also said that Geoff’s mood seemed to lighten a bit when Ray brought him up to speed about the divorce and our marriage, almost, Ray said, like he was relieved that “Ree and I were no longer together.”

Interesting, I thought, I wonder what the story is behind that.

I told Ray that I’d love to meet Geoff, so Ray called Geoff back and accepted his invitation for the following evening.

I was looking forward to a fun evening downtown.

~

Ray spotted Geoff across the room at a table, waiting for us, at the same time that Geoff spotted us. Introductions were made, and Geoff held out my chair for me to sit, not something you see a lot of anymore, I was impressed. In fact, the thing I remember most about that first evening is that, in every way, Geoff was very much a gentleman. Soft spoken, polite, and it was hard not to feel like I had known him for years, he made me feel so comfortable around him. I liked him immediately, and felt very relaxed in his company.

The trio started playing at nine, playing a nice mix of soft rock, ballads, and standards from America’s golden age of music, in my opinion, the forties. I love the standards from that era. Ray asked me to dance first, something we both loved to do, and as we made small talk while dancing, I told him that I really liked Geoff, outlining the reasons I’ve already mentioned. Ray agreed that Geoff was the consummate gentleman, a rare find. Don’t get me wrong, Ray was also very much the gentleman around women, but it’s mostly a lost art. I felt lucky to be with two such men that evening.

Ray and I danced a few times before Geoff asked if he could have a twirl with me, which I accepted without hesitation. We chit-chatted, getting to know each other as we moved around the floor, each passing moment making me even more comfortable with him and his company. Taking a shot in the dark, I asked him point-blank why he never had a ‘thing’ with Ray and Ree. I will never forget the darkness that came over his face as he debated answering me or not.

But he did; stating that it probably doesn’t matter anymore since Ray and Ree were divorced, but he would never want to hurt Ray’s feelings, so he kept his reasons to himself, making up excuses the first couple of times that Ray had talked to casino siteleri him about a possible threesome with Ree. Ray and I had already established, with Geoff, that I knew everything of his past activities with Ree, and Geoff was comfortable with that. So he told me his reason.

Geoff said that he knew that Ree wanted to ‘bed him’, she made that perfectly clear when they had met at the social, and, initially, he said, he was open to getting into the sack with Ree and Ray. Geoff and a former fiancé had flirted with the lifestyle; at her request, he said, but when that relationship ended, Geoff said that he had met some people that he enjoyed being with, sexually, so he stayed in the lifestyle as a single, and was very picky about his partners. He said he liked the threesome aspect of being with a couple, of sharing such a personal moment with loving couples.

Interesting outlook for a single, I thought as we danced and talked.

He went on to say that when Ray had run off to the restroom, Ree made it crystal clear to Geoff that she wanted to go to bed with him and, if he was interested, she’d like to meet him alone sometime, when Ray was out of town. My measure of respect for Geoff soared through the roof when he next said, “I like being with couples, as their third ‘plaything’, I really do, but what she was suggesting was just plain cheating, and I don’t go for that, I won’t be a party to that.”

I pulled away, looking at him in a different way now after he said that, a new measure of appreciation for his ‘personal standards’, and telling him that I thought him to be a man of principle, I kissed his cheek, and fell back into his arms as the song ended.

As we made our way back to the table, another song started that was one of my personal favorites, and I dragged Geoff back onto the floor to dance.

We moved smoothly around the floor, his movements being very easy to follow. We said little during this dance, our bodies a bit closer than before, but feeling very good to me. A couple of times, I felt his manhood rising and stirring as he held me close, and liking the feeling; I leaned against his ‘problem’ purposefully, the heat feeling good against my lower body, through my dress. No longer able to tastefully ignore his throbbing hard-on, he pulled away as the song ended, and started to apologize for it. I stopped him with a finger on the lips and told him, honestly, that he needn’t worry that I was offended. In fact, I told him, I was flattered by it and with that, we rejoined Ray and had a last round of drinks before leaving.

We parted company in the parking lot, and I gave Geoff a sweet goodnight kiss as we hugged in parting, he and Ray shaking hands and talking about a dinner at Geoff’s sometime, since he loved to cook.

During the drive home, Ray asked, and I answered truthfully, that I liked Geoff, thought him to be a class act. Ray looked at me funny when I said that but didn’t pursue it. I’m glad, because there would be no need to add another black mark to Ree’s already damaged image. It would serve no purpose.

Geoff called the next day, while Ray was golfing, to thank us for a very nice evening with ‘friends’, that he enjoyed meeting me and that he was very glad that Ray and I found each other. I thanked him, returning the compliment; and when he asked if Ray and I would like to come to dinner and a swim, the following weekend at his place, I accepted without talking to Ray, knowing he’d be good with it.

He was.

~

Ray liked my ‘sexy’ underwear, well panties really, because I still wasn’t wearing a bra, and as we got ready for our evening at Geoff’s, he commented on my choice of panties that evening.

The truth is that I had been thinking of our get-together with Geoff from the moment I accepted his kind invitation, looking forward to it, feeling tingles ‘down there’ when I thought about it, and I thought about it a lot that week.

I made an off-hand comment, as I slipped on a flattering skirt and blouse, about liking to ‘look good for my men’, smiling at Ray with a mischievous grin. He recognized that look and smiling back at me, asked if I had anything else planned for the evening. “No,” I told him, but laughing as I said it, I added, “But Ray, you know how I can get sometimes when all that testosterone is raging around me.”

He said that he did know and that if I felt like having the evening evolve into a romp with Geoff, he wouldn’t be opposed to it.

Kissing him when he walked up to me, softly slot oyna caressing my breast, I told him, honestly, that I wouldn’t mind either but that ‘we’ll just let nature take its course and see what happens.”

~

Geoff made me feel very welcomed in his home, and Ray too, of course; his dinner was simple but tasty; a smothered beef dish complete with some very good wine. We helped him clean up and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and giving the kitchen an approving nod, Geoff asked if we were ready for a swim.

Shit, I thought, I forgot about the swimming and neither of us brought suits, so I told Geoff of my forgetfulness, apologizing. But, I quickly added, I wouldn’t be opposed to skinny-dipping if his neighbors wouldn’t call the cops. He laughed and said that as secluded as his pool was, there was no danger of that, and if we were up for it, he’d have no problem swimming in the buff, that he did it a lot, at nights. So it was settled, we’d go swimming.

Another shared interest the guys had was smoke. Geoff had rolled some joints for the evening, knowing that Ray liked to smoke but not sure about me. I told him I’d indulge a ‘wee bit’ but that I didn’t want to zombie out by toking too much. As the guys fired up their first doobie, I started taking my clothes off, Geoff’s face a bit shocked that I wasn’t uncomfortable with my nakedness. Ray noticed it too, and looking at me with a question mark on his expression, I simply told Ray, “You can share, baby, Geoff’s a friend,” walking towards his small pool out the back patio door, telling them both that I’d see them in the water, and reaching the edge, I dove in and began doing laps.

I was doing a cool-down lap, on my back, when the guys joined me, naked as the day they were born. I remember that when I saw them, standing there, that the old familiar warm rush in my crotch returned.

It’s good to be the ‘Queen Bee’, I thought to myself as I, not so discreetly, admired their cocks before they joined me in the water. It was that moment, I later told Ray, that I’d made up my mind that I would get my two guys into bed with me that night.

We swam, we played in the water, splashing each other, and taking a break, we dried our hands on towels Geoff had brought outside with him, and sitting naked on his pool chairs, we shared more wine and passed Geoff’s weed between us. His wasn’t quite as strong as Ray’s usually is but very tasty, which allowed me to consume a bit more than I would have, normally.

“So, did you ‘out’ me to Geoff,” I remember asking Ray as I took the offered doob from Geoff.

“Yeah, I did, I felt he should know where our heads were concerning swinging, and I told him that you hadn’t had that many encounters but you did enjoy the few you’ve had,” I remember Ray answered.

Geoff was blushing throughout our exchange and I reached over and put a hand on his arm, telling him that he needn’t feel embarrassed, that I certainly didn’t. I went on to tell him of just how I felt about doing threesomes; that I felt, with the right people, it could be a wonderful, beautiful experience, that I didn’t regret the few that I’ve had, and that I really liked being the center of attention with two men.

“Like you and Ray,” I added, looking at the both of them when I said it.

It was what I felt, what I feel, and as I’m so fond of saying about many things, it is what it is.

Not taking his eyes off of me, he smiled a sweet smile, a friendly smile and said to the both of us that he’d be honored should we ever want him to join us, that Ray and I was what was ‘right’ about the lifestyle.

None of us spoke for a while, savoring the stoning that was taking place and, I suppose, running over the exchange that had just taken place between us. I felt a fire burning intensely in the pit of my stomach, a rush of desire that sent chills of delight through my body. I stood and dried myself as they watched me, silent, but their eyes doing all the talking. I asked them both to stand up, and without protest, they did just that and starting with Ray, I dried them both off, taking my time with each as I dried their genitals, taking the time to fondle each carefully, enjoying the feel of their shafts as they came to life in my hand. I kissed each when I had finished drying them, kissed them deeply, sending my message loud and clear.

Taking both by a hand, I asked Geoff to lead the way; he didn’t ask where, he didn’t need to, he knew.

Thinking about that little thrill I had felt, our first canlı casino siteleri time with Greg when I realized Ray had watched me, I kissed Geoff passionately when we entered his bedroom, saw Ray’s smile at seeing me with Geoff. Leaning over I kissed Ray just as passionately, stroking Geoff’s cock as I did so, feeling it grow rigid as a steel beam in my hand.

I knelt before Geoff, taking him into my mouth, his fingers running lovingly through my hair as I slowly took him deeper into my mouth. My other hand was stroking Ray, his thickness feeling as wonderful as ever, my palm feeling his blood pulse through the throbbing veins. I didn’t want either of them to cum yet, not quite yet, so I let Geoff’s hardness slip from my mouth, savoring it’s taste as it did so and standing, I moved onto Geoff’s bed, holding my hands out to both of them as I did so.

They devoured me with their kisses and touches, turning my body into mush. Once again, I surrendered completely to whatever they were doing to me, to whatever they wanted to do with me. Geoff kissed a trail from my lips to my clit, making delicious swirls with his tongue along the way. Ray and I kissed deeply, passionately, one of my hands around his head, my other hand caressing and stroking Geoff’s head, as he made love to my clit and pussy with his mouth and tongue.

Raising his head from between my legs, Geoff moved into position to enter me and I so wanted him to enter me. As Ray leaned away, his hand stoking the side of my face, I pulled Geoff close to me, embracing me as his thrusts began, slowly, sweetly. Geoff wasn’t quite as long as Ray was, but every bit as thick and he filled me, stretched me in that delicious way.

As our movements became the same, complimenting each other’s thrusts, I turned my head to the side and saw the most loving expression on Ray’s face. I held his eyes with mine while Geoff and I made love, as Geoff’s cock sucked my orgasm from its hidey-place straight to the surface, straining to burst free. In that moment, as Ray and I held our gaze, as my orgasm broke free, it was if Ray was inside of me, not Geoff. It was magical, it was wonderful, so damned wonderful, a thrill unlike anything in my life.

Geoff’s climax was happening, now, and I held him tight to my body, hugging him, letting his spasms travel to my own body, which brought on another, smaller, climax for me.

Spent, Geoff slowly rolled over onto his side, next to me, giving me sweet kisses which I returned. Then, moving away from Geoff, I leaned over and took Ray into my mouth, swallowing all of him in one movement. Slowly, I moved him up and down in my mouth, feeling the tip of his cock-head against the back of my throat, a feeling that I love. I took my time, wanting to prolong his pleasure for as long as I could, stopping at times, to let his climax back off a bit before I started again.

Feeling Geoff’s shaft against my ass as it regained life, I moved one my legs up, an invitation to Geoff to fuck me again, from the rear, as I sucked on Ray. He reached around to take a breast into his hand when he entered me; his fingers sensually pinched my nipple, making it even harder than it was already. As Geoff increased his pumping, I sucked Ray harder as well, wanting him to cum into my mouth. He did, his jism tasting salty, with a bit of tartness, a taste that was good for me. Geoff reached his orgasm, driving deep into me as I was finishing taking all of Ray’s orgasm from his dick with my tongue. My climax came as Geoff was finishing his thrusts of joy into me, a small one but, to be sure, a satisfying one.

Standing at the door, saying goodnight, I held Geoff tight to my body as we shared a long, sensual kiss. Breaking apart, I asked if he’d like to do this again, sometime. He said anytime we desired his company, he’d be there, he would gladly be there.

Ray and I made long, sweet love to one another when we got home. I told him that, from my point of view, this was one of the most sensuous evenings of my life. He agreed, and also agreed that he’d welcome Geoff into bed with us, anytime I wanted.

Geoff was to remain a part of our lives for a long time, even after we stopped swinging and a dear friend to this day. Another job transfer took him away from the city, but we still mange to see each other about once a year, the three of us, for dinner and walks down memory lane.

~

It was at this point that I realized that I had become very comfortable with our threesome activities, and gladly embraced that realization. It was also, at this point, that I made the decision to further explore this, to see just how much more of me there was, that I didn’t know.

I didn’t regret that realization then, and I don’t regret it, now.

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Kieth. Again.

Time, I think, to return my thoughts to Kieth once more and finally lay to rest my pain. Perhaps in this fantasized retelling of what could have been I do him more justice than I remember; or perhaps I grieve us both so. The face I barely remember now belongs firmly to the ravages of time–lost to me aside from my own writings. Time gnawed at his image like an old photograph left to the sun and robbed it of all detail, save for the vague recollections of his body.

Shame.

As finals ended beneath blankets of snow, I burrowed into myself, hiding from what sunlight remained in the short days. Winter break stretched out before me like a chasm. I remember that I could still smell Kieth on me–though of course now that scent has long since faded–and try as I might to rid myself of it, the scent of him haunted me. Every breath of him brought with it new waves of self flagellation and guilt and…

More.

The emotions are hard to describe, if you’ve never experienced it. In the moment, the passion, the adrenaline, the sheer taboo of it all drove me forward. Afterwards, I hated what I had done, and hated myself for having done it–a lifetime of conditioning and social pressure had convinced me that what I felt, what I wanted, what I had done all made me a bad person. Yet intermingled with the doubt and the admonishments I heaped upon myself, were moments of longing, desire, and need. I chastised myself and yet all the same I wanted more. The turmoil and chaos of it all churned within me, around me; hurricane tossed seas upon which I found myself lost.

Kieth, again.

He texted, called, came over even and I ignored it all. Too lost in my emotions to see him again, too lost not to. When I finally did reach out to him, he ignored me in turn. A life preserver just beyond the next swell, bobbing into and out of sight. We found each other on campus just before classes began again in a place I thought was nearly unknown. A windowed nook hidden quietly at the end of a long hall between offices whose sole virtue was being far from the ordinary paths of students. His tall awkward frame hanging over the inviting plush chairs that were never as comfortable as they looked.

Rounding the corner I stood mere feet from him in uncertain silence, frozen in place by the emotionless gaze he turned upon me. We hadn’t expected to be confronted with the other so soon. He broke the silence with a heavy sigh and used his foot to push out the chair next to him. Released from the spell of his amber eyes, I allowed my attention to be taken by my original purpose that had driven me here, rifling through my bag for a book or some other such thing.

I paused and stared into my bag, realizing I was being a fool. In turn, I sighed heavily and locked eyes with him again. “I’m sorry,” I managed at last. I began to stammer some explanation when I was stopped suddenly by the gentle touch of his hand on my thigh. I looked at his hand in surprise–not sure how I should feel and suddenly more than a little worried someone might see.

“It’s okay,” he said softly and pulled away. “I shouldn’t have pushed you. I should have known you weren’t ready for,” he paused searching for the words with his hands. “Whatever it was.”

“You didn’t push me. I came over willingly because I wanted… less than I got, but I could have said no. I could have stopped at any time.”

“That’s just what I’m talking about,” he talked quickly. “I wanted so much more and I shouldn’t have taken it from you. It’s just been so long since I’ve been with anyone and I felt desperate. I’ve been here for almost two years and I still barely know anyone,” he made an exasperated noise suddenly. “I’m just so… pent up and, well, it doesn’t matter. I used you and you deserve better.”

He moved to leave and, without thinking, I grabbed his hand. “Wait,” I pleaded. The sudden desperation and sorrow in my voice shocked me. “I need someone I can talk to about this and I don’t know anyone else.” I let go of him as he sat down and in a flurry I opened up as though a dam broke within me and the turbulent seas began to calm. I told him everything that I had been feeling: the shame, the fear, the anger, the excitement, and the longing.

Kieth listened patiently until I had finally stopped for a breath. “I know exactly how you feel,” he said with a sad smile. “Bi guy from Texas remember? Not exactly the state best known for its tolerant and open minded people.”

I laughed at that, and for the first time in a while I genuinely felt better.

“Nothing about this is going to be easy,” he unconsciously adopted a mentoring tone. “Like you told me before, it’s not the first time you’ve been with another guy,” I looked around nervously at that, but he merely smirked and leaned in conspiratorially. “And I hope it won’t be the last.”

“Fuck, man. Keep it down.”

Now it was Kieth’s turn to laugh. “Why? Who cares if someone finds out? What does it matter?”

“I don’t want to lose my friends, my family, or my life here because people found out I’m some kind of gross fag,” I snapped casino siteleri angrily.

He rocked back in his seat like I had slapped him and my anger immediately evaporated. “You think I don’t know that?” He asked quietly. “You think it was easy for me when my fiance left? When my family disowned me?”

“I’m sorry, Kieth. I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Well maybe you should have thought of that,” he said and left.

I stared at the table as he left, too afraid to look at the only person who knew my darkest secrets, the only person who might be able to help; the only man I had ever wanted.

Spring.

The thawing snow opened and lengthening days breathed new life into the world as classes became routine once again. I tried not to think too much about anything else. It became easier as duties in the theater began taking more of my free time with the first production of the semester fast approaching.

Even then, my thoughts always seemed to find their way back to Keith. Walking the catwalks high above the stage, I couldn’t help but remember his forward compliments, the way he always seemed to be just too close, and other things which I now realized had been flirtations. I would sometimes pause and give in to the thoughts, allowing myself to relive our last night together and sometimes to invent new ones.

It didn’t take much longer for me to cave under the pressure of my own longing. I knew I had hurt him this time, and I knew it wasn’t helping either of us to prolong it any further. At the very least I could hardly afford the distraction of my guilt and anger at him, let alone my nearly uncontrollable desire to be with him again.

Opening night was less than a week away and I still had more time than work. Even still, I took a break from my work and tried to summon the nerve to call him. Failing that, I compromised and texted him a long apology and explanation. I paced anxiously backstage for a while, unable to focus on my work while waiting. Eventually my phone chimed, but my heart sank when I finally saw his reply.

“ok.”

I waited a little longer, hoping for more, but I gave up and dejectedly went back to work. I resigned myself to thinking this was probably for the best. I tried to use my pain to fuel my motivation, but ultimately only the thought of sleep drove me on. It was already going to be a long night of work, now only made longer for the delay and my emotions slowing me down.

Somewhere just before midnight, I was in the process of meticulously checking the wiring for each light against the master diagrams again. I had only been over it fifty or sixty thousand times already, slowly running through the script and diagrams bringing up each light configuration one at a time. Even still, I found issues and made note of them all the while the tech director was still texting me with changes.

I groaned with annoyance when my phone chimed loudly again, knowing it would be yet another futile update from the micromanager of my personal little theatrical hell.

“Can you come over?”

My heart leapt into my throat and began pounding away. I had finally managed to put aside all thought of Kieth and now this message. “No,” I responded immediately. “I’m stuck in the theater. I really wish I could.” It hurt to send it, but it didn’t change anything.

“ok,” he replied again.

Rage boiled up within me. “Fuck,” I shouted to the empty theater and balled my fists uselessly. I felt trapped inside the auditorium and so frustrated that I had mishandled this whole situation so ineptly. I finally managed to sit at the wiring panel and let my head bang down on the desk in front of it, too emotionally drained to do anything else.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew someone was shaking me awake. I panicked briefly and checked my watch. It was just before one in the morning, I still had time.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

It was only then that I looked at the person who had woken me up. “Kieth? What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” he smiled and it immediately made me feel warm. “Anyway, it looks like you could use a hand.”

Before I realized what I was doing, I stood up and hugged him. “Thank you,” I said somewhat apologetically and let him go. “Really. For everything.”

He shrugged it off and we set to work. Everything went much faster with his help, particularly given that I had trained him for exactly this type of thing last semester. We settled into old routines, including him being a merciless flirt. Only this time I knew it and flirted back. I began to have a crazy idea.

It was after four in the morning when we finally finished, more than enough time before anyone would be coming into the theater at six. I told Kieth I needed to check the focus on one last set of lights before we left and asked him to stand center stage while I went to the production booth to turn them on. The set for this production was fairly minimal, consisting of only a few fake walls with sharp angled cut outs and the like. It was a drama that revolved around slot oyna the characters and, to enhance that idea, the directors had decided to have very simplistic costumes and scenery while adding to the tension with music and lighting. This meant far more work for me ultimately, but it also meant I could now enact my plan. I was nearly giddy with excitement as I turned out the house lights and brought up a dim set of red and purple lights that cast forth slowly rotating patterns.

“Just stay right there,” I shouted out to him from the booth at the rear of the audience. “I’ll be right back.”

He nodded and stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Meanwhile I quickly walked around to the rear entrance to the stage. I quietly stripped off all my clothes–fully erect by now–and left my clothes just off stage. I began to walk the short distance towards him then, making no efforts to hide my movements, but suddenly far more nervous than I expected.

He finally spotted me when I was maybe fifteen feet away. Before he could stop himself, I watched him look me over with a suddenly hungry expression and shivered briefly from the sudden spike of adrenaline. “What are you doing?” He asked, only half incredulous.

I said nothing, but instead continued my stead pace to center stage. He kept his eyes on my swinging cock as I quickly closed the distance to him. I took a deep breath in an attempt to steady my nerves, gently grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

We became like two dancers emulating fire. He immediately pulled me into him and my knees went weak. We twisted and waved in the winds of our passion. Feverishly pulling his clothes off and casting them heedlessly aside. Once his shirt was gone I began to kiss and bite his chest clawing at his hips as I worked my way down. At some point, though I never knew when, he had kicked off his shoes and together we tore at his pants.

“This is crazy,” he panted as his belt buckle smacked the stage and rang out through the auditorium.

I grabbed his cock in my hands and pulled on him gently as he stepped out of his pants. I had managed to kiss my way to his belly button and now could just make out the precum beginning to ooze out of him. I knelt before him, all my nerves and excitement now boiled down to a basic need. I held his his and together we gently painted my lips with his precum. The only other time I had done this I had to work up my courage to push aside my nerves. Now, my lust drove me on, the only thing that mattered in this moment was my need for his cock.

Kieth ran his free hands through my short hair, and glanced wildly around the theater. “Fuck, this is so crazy,” he said.

I grabbed his wrists tightly and pulled them away from my head. I looked up and we locked eyes just as I pressed him against my lips. His cock jumped then, pulsing up and away from me slightly and I felt a shiver run through him. So, I turned my head to the side and brought my mouth to his sack. The weight of his cock pressed warmly against my cheek and I suddenly became aware of my own cock pulsing gently–most likely oozing my own precum onto the stage. I ran my tongue gently back and forth across his sack, teasing each of his balls one at a time.

Kieth groaned at that, but it sounded like he was holding back, maybe afraid of being caught. So I found my way to the tip of his cock again, using my lips to walk my way along his shaft. I looked to him again as I licked his glistening head and paused to savor it. I could see the longing in him now, so I finally gave over fully to my lust and began slowly taking the head of his cock into my mouth. I let go of his wrists then, moving my hands to his as I did so.

He let his head fall back slightly and ran his hands through his hair as he did so, “Oh my god,” he groaned louder now and pulsed his hips forward.

I continued to slowly take as much of him into me as I could until I felt his head hit the back of my throat. I looked down his shaft in surprise and found there was more left than I expected. I had never deep throated before, but I knew I had to try. I gagged, but tried to hold it as much as I could, but I couldn’t get him any deeper.

“Relax,” he said, placing both hands on the back of my head.

I tried again and once more gagged, but this time just as I began to take a deep breath Kieth thrust himself forward and pressed my head down. It hurt and my throat jerked reflexively, but somehow my nose was now buried in his pubes as cock pulsed in my throat.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned.

I immediately felt like I was suffocating and pressed against his hips. He didn’t relent immediately, however, and held me tight against him. I felt the blood rushing to my face as my throat convulsed around him. Then without warning he pulled my head off him. I coughed immediately, blowing spit out around the shaft of his cock, and tried to gasp for air through my nose.

Despite the pain and my ragged gasping for air, all I wanted was to please him, so before he could do anything else, I shot forward down his shaft, ramming his cock canlı casino siteleri into my throat again. I was rewarded with a loud moan as once again I felt like I was suffocating and I could feel my throat trying futilely to cough him out of me. This time I expected it, however, and I was in control. I tried to bob my head up and down a few inches, making sure to keep him in my throat despite every part of my body telling me otherwise. I finally let up and, coughing and gasping for air, I prepared to keep going.

Kieth stopped me first, and knelt down in front of me on the stage, “you don’t have to keep doing that,” he said apologetically and kissed me. I felt some tension leave me and excitedly kissed him back darting my tongue into him. I pulled him to the stage and rolled him over so that he was on his back as I lay on top of him, never once allowing our lips to separate. His cock slid between us, still wet with my spit, and so I moved myself gently up and down his shaft. I supported myself on my knees and one hand as best I could, but used my free hand to hold the back of his head pulling him into me, not letting him break the kiss just yet.

When I did break the kiss, I silently reversed my position on top of him, lowering my cock to his face as I took him into my moth again. I groaned around his shaft as he began sucking my dick eagerly. I relaxed my weight onto him, easing a little further down his cock as I did so. I jumped a little when I suddenly felt one of his hands on my balls then groaned and unconsciously gyrated my hips towards him. Remembering myself, I grabbed his shaft in my right hand and cupped his balls in my left. We soon found a fast rhythm, matching each other stroke for stroke, moan for moan.

It couldn’t have lasted long, but it seemed like we had joined together in timeless ecstasy. Inevitably, I could feel his cock growing more stiff and in my left hand I felt the first spasms that would very quickly reward me with his hot cum. Kieth moaned loudly around my dick as the first spasm of his cock filled my mouth with cum.

I swallowed and and felt my own orgasm begin. My cum burst into him at the same time as his second spasm filled my mouth again. Lost in orgasm together, I noisily moaned around him all the while leaking his cum out of my mouth. We both continued to twitch and jerk in unison for a time, filling each of our mouths with the warm seed of the other.

Eventually, I pulled his still hard cock out of my mouth and began greedily lapping up all the cum and spit that had drained onto his crotch, testicles, and my hand. For his part he made soft pleasant noises and ground his hips at me while continuing to suck my soft dick. When I was satisfied with my cleaning, keeping one hand on his cock, I rolled off of him. With a little effort I ended sitting next to his left hip dripping in sweat under the hot stage lights.

His body glistened with sweat under the rotating light and I took a moment to take him all on. Still stroking his rock hard I looked at him accusingly, “Do I need to keep going?”

Smirking, “Oh my god,” he laughed. “No. You’ve nearly killed me. That was amazing!”

Feeling fairly proud and loving his compliments more than I wanted to admit, I grinned mischievously and sucked him into my mouth again.

“Fucking hell,” he let out.

But his cock twitched in my hand, so instead of letting up, I began slowly sucking him off again. I carefully moved over him to kneel between his legs and set to the work of worshipping his cock. I developed a steady rhythm, taking him nearly all the way to the back of my throat before steadily sliding back up until just the head was in my mouth. While I did that I began to explore him with my hands, touching his chest, stomach, and legs in turn before gently grasping his shaft and balls in my hands again.

Kieth sprawled beneath the hot lights softly moaning, arms stretched out at either side, legs spread apart straddling my mantis like form. As my jaw began to ache I gradually increased my pace until I was moving up and down as much of his shaft as I could in a single fluid movement. It wasn’t exactly fast, but I was hoping it would be just the right combination to get him to cum again.

“Oh shit,” he announced suddenly. “I’m gonna cum again.”

I tried not to grin too much as I brought my hands back to his shaft. This time his cock swelled more sedately before the first warm spurt sprayed my tongue. It was much less than before and I easily swallowed all of it. He let out a low continuous guttural moan as I maintained my pace on his cock. The entire time his cock slowly drained cum in a continuous stream marked only with steady pulses as his second orgasm rolled through him. It felt like his whole body was draining all his tension out through his cock and I happily swallowed every bit of it.

I tried to match my speed to the flow of his cum as it tapered off to nothing, leaving me to gingerly stroke and suck his rapidly deflating cock. When It seemed like I had finally gotten all I could I finally took my mouth off of him, but I was enjoying the strange sensation of his flaccid cock. It was, I realized, the first time I had actually held another man’s cock when it wasn’t hard. So, fascinated I kept licking, touching, and sucking him to the sounds of his panting.

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Jenny Malone and her husband Tom were married for twenty years. He was a wonderful husband and a great father. He worked hard to provide for his family. He traveled a lot but when he was home, he worked late.

Jenny was a stay at home mother. However, her children were teenagers and did not need her as much. She kept herself busy with things she liked to do.

As wonderful as Tom was, in the bedroom he was a real dud. He did not have a big penis, nor did he have the skills to get by.

She never got off which frustrated her. For a while, she would entertain herself with her toys but that got old fast. She went on hook-up sites and would meet men for sex. She enjoyed her shenanigans.

Jenny loves to have sex. With her husband not so much. He basically gets himself off and leaves Jenny a hot mess. Her new friends keep her remarkably busy. She meets men every day to have sex with her. She has quite a collection of studs to keep her happy.

Her husband likes to have sex every day, however, it is no more than a half an hour. He licks, plays, and fucks in the shortest amount of time. He thinks he is a sex addict and likes how fun Jenny is in the bedroom. However, Jenny never gets a turn when Tom fucks her. Every day it is over so fast, you could blink your eye and it would be over.

After he leaves, she is off to get fucked properly. On Mondays, she has sex with Brad. Brad is a twenty-year-old college student. He and Jenny met on a swiping app. Brad was looking for milf’s and Jenny fit the bill. He loves to eat pussy. When they are together, he licks her pussy for an hour and leaves her a hot mess. She begs for him to fuck her. He is a big boy. His cock is eight inches long.

He likes Jenny to ride him. Jenny has big tits and he loves to suck on her nipples while she rocks back and forth on his huge cock. Jenny has natural tits. Her breasts are a 40 double D. She has a curvy body with a round ass. Her legs are long, and she maintains a golden tan.

She has long hair which she wears in a ponytail so Brad can pull it when they have doggie sex. Since he is endowed, he likes to fuck her hard. Brad is a bit kinky, and sometimes will bring handcuffs and a blindfold for Jenny. Jenny likes hanging around with Brad.

On Tuesday’s she has sex with Collin. Collin and Jenny met at the supermarket. He is African American and is a bartender. He is very social and likes to have a good time. He has an exceptionally long tongue and he likes to eat pussy. He will eat Jenny’s snatch for hours. He loves to make her orgasm plenty when they get together. He too has a large cock.

Collin enjoys anal sex. Jenny had never experienced anal sex before. Now she loves it. She gets off quickly when he rams her butt with his large cock. He too pulls on her ponytail. Jenny will rub her pussy while getting a nice butt fuck. Collin fills her butt with his cream and will lick his cum from her butt.

On Wednesday’s, Jenny has sex with Barbara. She wanted to experience sex with a woman. They met at the psychiatrist’s office. They got to talking and both were unhappy with their husbands. They went out for coffee and ended up at a motel. They were each other’s first same-sex encounter. Jenny liked having sex with Barbara.

Barbara is loving like herself. The sex is amazing and very gentle. Jenny likes eating pussy and likes making Barbara cum. Barbara squirts and Jenny never experienced something like that. She sprays her juices when she has orgasms.

Jenny thought that was wild. After many times together, casino siteleri Jenny learned how to squirt too. She is wonderfully comfortable with Barbara and gets excited when she licks her pussy and clit. Jenny’s clitoris swells up a lot and protrudes out like a small dick when she is excited. Barbara gets her crazy with passion and that is when Jenny has learned to squirt.

In their encounters, they have brought double dongs to enjoy and many kinds of vibrators. Jenny wanted to fuck Barbara and bought a strap-on cock. The women take turns fucking each other. Barbara and Jenny have an amazing time together.

Thursday’s Jenny meets with her Asian friend Kang. Kang is thirty and is also married. His wife is too vanilla for him. They met on a swiping app. Kang likes Jenny to give him blow jobs. His wife is too timid and hates doing blow jobs. Jenny loves to do it. He too has a long cock. Jenny is a pleaser and will always swallow the load that Kang dumps down her throat.

She always kneels and opens her mouth. She first will hold his cock in her hands and stroke him gently. He always tells her to hold his cock firmly and jerk him fast.

When he is hard, which is quite quickly she opens her mouth and accepts his dick down her throat. She massages his warm balls that fills up with his hot cum. Jenny is a good cocksucker. She loves to deep throat his big dick and has learned how to swallow it which drives Kang crazy.

She always wears red lipstick while performing his blowjobs. She makes sure that her sucking noises are loud, which drives Kang crazy. After about an hour, he will cum down her throat. Jenny always swallows.

Afterwards, he will lick Jenny’s pussy and loves to see her clitoris get really swollen. He pays special attention to get her clit ready to explode. That is when Jenny sprays her love juices which makes Kang hard and ready.

Kang likes to fuck her butt. He feels like he is not cheating if he has anal sex. Cheating is cheating but in Kang’s mind, he saves vaginal sex with his wife.

Jenny adores anal sex and Kang pounds her butt with his cock. He likes to feel in charge and give her smacks on her round ass. Jenny plays with her pussy while getting butt fucked. She comes quickly getting her butt fucked hard.

Friday’s Jenny has sex with her father-in-law. In the beginning of their marriage, Jenny quickly became bored in the bedroom. She did not want to divorce him, so she just dealt with it.

She was having tea with Robert who is Tom’s father. She told him how unhappy she was in the bedroom. Robert felt bad for Jenny and after hearing her whole story he offered to have sex with her in exchange for her staying married to Tom.

Robert was an attractive and horny bastard. He said his wife was a cold fish in the bedroom too. He looked forward to Friday’s where he would fuck the shit out of Jenny.

He too had a nice sized cock. He was kinky and liked to meet at cheap motels. He liked Jenny to wear costumes that fit their roleplay. Their whole sexual encounter was a roleplay that Robert found sexy. Robert was a horny bastard and loved strange role-plays. He liked her to be a naughty teenager and he would play a priest.

He would like her to tell him all her sins and he would fuck her silly. Robert preferred anal sex and he liked to pee on Jenny. After his marathon fucking of her butt, he liked her to lay in the bathtub where he would take a piss on her body. Afterwards, while she was covered in urine, he would sit on the toilet and have Jenny sit on his slot oyna hard dick. They would kiss passionately while he played with her huge tits. She was a sexy slut and he loved how dirty and kinky she would allow him to be.

Robert did not know how slutty Jenny was. He thought he was her only fuck. He did not know about all her lovers. If he knew, he probably would be very jealous and hurt. He wanted Jenny all to himself. He felt her having sex with him, was helping her and his son’s marriage. At least she was satisfied from Robert screwing her.

Saturday is when her kids would stay at friends’ houses. That is the night she liked to schedule outlandish things. She was always looking for something wild to delight her sexual mind and body.

In doing some research, she wanted to try midgets. She wanted to have a gangbang with both women and men little people. She wanted to do a role-play with them. She would be the damsel in distress and would call road service. The little people would come to her rescue.

That is where the role-play would start. She talked with the main guy and worked out the scene. She wired him a thousand dollars and explained what she was looking for. He agreed and spoke to some of his friends. There would be three men and three women midgets to do the job.

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Jenny was ready to start her role-play with the little people. She wore a silk dress with no bra and no panties. She wore thigh high stockings and stiletto heels. She was on a country road alone and called the main midget that she arranged the role-play with.

She stood by her car and waited for them to arrive. Shortly after that, the flatbed truck arrived. A little man hopped out of the truck.

“Good evening. What’s the problem lady?”

“My car doesn’t start. I think I need a tow.”

Jenny looked at the small man. He had a big head and a small body. His hands and feet were normal size. He was good looking. He had already told her on the phone that he had a large dick. All his friends were large too.

“There isn’t a shop around here for about fifty miles. I could tow your car and take you to a motel nearby. In the morning, I will take you and your car to a repair shop.”

“That sounds great.”

The little man went back to his truck. A few other little men jumped out and they helped. They got her vehicle on the truck. It did not take too long.

“Come on lady. I’ll take you to the motel.”

Jenny was so turned on. She was already wet. Her nipples were poking through the silk dress. The three little men and Jenny sat in the truck.

Since they were small, they all sat in the front seat of the truck. Jenny pulled her dress up a bit while they drove. The little men were staring at Jenny. She looked fabulous and a bit slutty.

“Where were you heading to?”

“Just a party with friends.”

“Since you are in a festive mood, we can show you a hot time. We are meeting some friends at the motel. Would you like to hang out with us? You look like a hot mama. How about it sexy?”

“Why not. You all look like a hoot. I have never had sex with little people before.”

“Baby, you have missed out. Just because we are little people, does not mean we cannot fuck. We all have long dicks to please you. You can feel my bulge if you want.”

Jenny put her hands on the little man’s pants and was quite impressed with his bulge.

“Take out my dick lady! You can suck it if you want.”

Jenny wanted to suck his cock. She took out the driver’s cock and opened her mouth. canlı casino siteleri He was hard and did have an impressive size cock. She swallowed his dick and he dumped a load into her mouth.

Jenny pulled her dress up and the driver played with her pussy. One of the other men undid her silk dress and revealed her big breasts. He played with her tits. The more he pulled on her nipples, they became hard and stiff. Jenny was completely aroused and ready for sex.

The driver fingered her wet pussy, while the other guy sucked on her tits. The other man could not reach her and just played with his cock. Jenny was naked in the truck with the three little men.

The little man arrived at the motel. Jenny put her dress back on and followed the three men into the motel room. They already had the room. There were three women midgets sitting on the bed naked.

“Hello. We have been waiting. Take your dress off lady. We want to eat your pussy.”

Jenny took off her dress. She lay on the bed and the little women got started. The first woman was sucking her one foot and toes. The other woman sucked her other foot. The third lady licked her pussy which was soaking wet by now. She fingered her sloppy wet pussy. She saw her clitoris protruded out and spent time pleasuring it. Her clit looked like her pinky which was extremely exciting.

She sucked and rubbed it which was pleasing to Jenny. Jenny could not help herself and sprayed her juices out.

“Holy shit! She squirts. How delightful.”

The three women enjoyed her pussy and clitoris and enjoyed her hot juices that continuously sprayed out. The men were turned on by how slutty Jenny was. They were ready to fuck their ladies while the women continued to pleasure Jenny.

The three men undressed and fucked the three women midgets who were pleasuring Jenny. They took their behinds while Jenny screamed in orgasm. The women were taking turns bringing Jenny to orgasm.

The little women moved their hips while the three men fucked their asses. The women stopped what they were doing.

“Lady we want to fuck you now!”

The driver lay on the bed. Jenny positioned her wet cunt on his huge cock. She rocked back and forth while she fucked him. He sat up and played with her huge breasts. His hands felt exciting on her big boobs. The other guy pushed his cock into Jenny’s butt. Her butt was tight but she got fucked regularly in her butt, so he slid in quickly.

He fucked her butt while she screamed in ecstasy. The other man stood on the bed and pushed his cock into her mouth. She was in amazement how large their cocks were. The women pleasured each other while Jenny was fucked by the two men. She sucked the other guy while her two holes were filled with cock.

The little men produced an enormous amount of cum. Jenny swallowed a big load and the two men filled her butt and pussy with their loads. The little women cleaned her up and made her cum many more times. Jenny was enjoying her romp with the little people.

She never knew how much fun six midgets would be. Jenny was a complete whore that night. She arranged to have the same role-play every Saturday night. She was quite pleased with her life.

Even though she had a boring sex life with her husband, she was a complete slut with all her friends. Her friends loved having sex with the hot milf. Her husband enjoyed sex with his sexy wife. He never found out about all her shenanigans. In his mind, she was his sexy slut.

She was able to deal with her marriage because of all her extra-marital affairs. The midgets were a delight that she did not want to give up. She liked how slutty she felt and enjoyed the role-play. She was quite happy with her life and did not want to ever give up her guilty pleasures.

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Jean-Luc was a debonair Duke who lived within the sumptuous surroundings of a vast and sprawling estate. The opulent chateau itself had been within his family for many centuries and was left in his capable hands many years ago.

Duke Jean-Luc was a sex fiend, there were no two ways about that. And due to the massive manhood he possessed between his muscular thighs he was envied by man and deliriously desired by all the women of the land.

“Fill me!” Duke Jean-Luc normally heard from the gasp of women with their flushed fanny. They would be awash with such wetness at having the chance to be impaled by the sexual legend of France.

“C’est magnifique!” Was what they muttered in astonishment when they’d then see the shlong fall forth before them.

“Oh, one could say that Duke Jean-Luc is the cunt clubber of his times!” The Duke’s butler would proudly admit to all that he met.

Duke Jean-Luc would hold orgies on a regular basis, attracting people from all over the land, notorious as they were for their sensational sex and debauchery.

Naked bodies could be seen in every room slithering in the very arms of ecstasy and penetration as fingers and hands would run upon hot and heated flesh. Some people would merely watch whilst they wrestled in the throes of their own genitalia. Others still would watch casino siteleri the blatant masturbators masturbate whilst they dreamed of masturbating themselves, unable to go forth with their desires due to acute embarrassment of pulling out their peckers within a public sphere as such, laden with so many wandering eyes. The eyes, of course, were all feverishly hungry for the sight of sordid sexual acts.

“Viva la France!” The General bellowed as he shot a warm stream of semen into the surrounding crowd. The surrounding crowd stood and ogled at the General as he thrust and parried his pork sword below at the helpless maid of the house, who was in ownership of the most bouncing bosoms in the region. The General, after emptying his chamber, stood at attention whilst he twitched his curly moustache and reminisced over past victories on the battlefields. The surrounding crowd soon got bored of this rigid spectacle and dispersed quickly to sniff out more action.

The head butler was licking at the salty clam of the cook. The cook was chewing her young assistants sausage, which had a complexity of flavour that gave off an aroma too alluring for mere words to describe.

“Avant… Avant… Avant…” Some soul chanted from within the pantry, as he poked his phallus threateningly at a healthy sized knob of butter.

Bottoms slot oyna bobbed out of bushes upon the rear gardens. Streaker’s streaked within the ballroom. Men caressed men, and ladies fondled ladies whilst they tittered with titillation at doing something so new.

The chateau, as one could easily imagine, was deep in the grip of sexual mayhem, as perversions perpetuated throughout Duke Jean-Luc’s vast and sprawling estate.

At the very top of the chateau, in the grandest of all the rooms , stood a four-poster bed carved from the rarest of ebony wood that was as smooth and dark as obsidian. Upon this sanctuary that seemingly floated to the minds of the two naked nymphs who sat upon their bare haunches, was Duke Jean-Luc. One nymph was blonde, and the other nymph was her opposite with brunette locks that tumbled down her back.

They were both damp as submerged oysters, infatuated with what was between the strapping thighs before them, and craving, with such a delirious appetite, to place the juicy meat within their salivating mouths. Their hands pawed at the silk material that covered the Duke’s crotch. Their anticipation raged within their wombs, their vaginas in a frenzied state due to being so close to a filling from the magnitude of the Duke’s dynamic dick.

Unable to hold her patience any longer, canlı casino siteleri the blonde nymph snatched the silk covering away. Her mouthed dropped wide open in time with the brunette nymph. Their eyes expanded. Vulvas poised, and soaked at the sight that stood before them like the main mast of a vast galleon ship set at full sail.

“MON DIEU!” They both murmured between baited breath.

(Now, with something so mammoth as Duke Jean-Luc’s dick, and with much experience behind him, the Duke always kept an oily lubricant close at hand.)

And with a sudden flick of his wrist Duke Jean-Luc had pulled out a sparkling bottle and had hurled it upwards making it spin within the air. At its zenith the lid came off and its contents poured all over the Duke’s dong.

The two nymphs clapped their hands in astonishment before they both leapt forward devilishly, whereupon they sucked and slurped and tossed and pulled and tugged and climbed and clambered upon the prick. The blonde swung around it as if it was a pole whilst she giggled. The brunette jiggled and wriggled. The Duke was whooping for joy whilst harmoniously shouting forth a stream of lustful pleasantries.

And soon they all fingered and fondled and cuddled and clutched and felt and rubbed and necked and kissed and played and snuggled and squeezed and stroked and poked and rode until they all exploded with a magnanimous amount of cum that collided upon their steaming flesh.

“VIVA LA FRANCE!” The General boomed from a room below.

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