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It was my senior year in high school and I had been dating Pam most of the year. We were both old for our grade as I turned 18 before the school year and she turned 18 a month after school started. I was in Cross Country and was rated one of the top runners in state based upon my strong Jr. year. However, my passion was not there and I quit cross country and decided to go out for the school play. This was where I met Pam.

Pam perused me. I was always shy around girls. I had given her a ride home one night and we had a nice visit. The next day she showed up at my house with some of her friends saying she forgot her purse in my car. Looking in the car it was nowhere to be found. Only later to find out she said that as an excuse to see me.

It wasn’t long and we were an item. I was very inexperienced with woman. I had only kissed a girl once before Pam. Pam was very animate that we would not have sex because her older sister got pregnant before she got married and her parents shunned her from the family. I was okay with this as we took care of our needs in many different ways.

It was a Friday night Dan and Sandy were having a party at Dan’s house. We were the first to arrive. Dan and Sandy decided to go upstairs and have a quickie before the other guest arrived. Pam looked at me and said, “I think we should take advantage of this time too. Do you still have that rubber you have been caring around in your wallet for the last 4 months?”

I smiled and said, “Yes I do.” I took out my wallet and produced the condom that had now made a nice round circle in my wallet.

We went to a back room and started to make out on the floor. It wasn’t long before we had our pants off and I was trying to figure out how to put a condom on my cock. With a little work I finally got it on. She helped guide me towards her wet awaiting pussy.

With one big push I was deep inside her. I saw her eyes go wide and could tell she was in pain.

“Hello, anybody here?” We heard as other couples had arrived.

We quickly got up and grabbed our clothes and headed towards the bathroom. Pam beat me to the bathroom as my pants were around my ankles and I could only take quick short steps. When she got into the bathroom she shut the door and locked it. Leaving me standing in the hallway half naked.

On my right was a curtain the separated the hallway from the furnace room. I jumped into the furnace room just before they came around the corner avoiding being caught.

I grabbed ahold of the condom and pulled it off with a quick hard pull. I had to stifle my scream as I pulled about 10 pubic hairs out with it. I threw the condom behind the furnace and quickly got dressed and went out to join our friends.

Pam joined us shortly. She whispered, “I think you forced my period to start. There was blood.” We were both naïve as we didn’t know that breaking the hymen could cause bleeding.

The party went on and I took Pam home and dropped her off. The next morning I get a call from Pam saying, “We need to talk.” I drove to her house nervous thinking she was pregnant.

When I got there she got in my car and told me about how after I dropped her off a friend of mine had stopped by and told her how he was in love with her and that I was going to break up with her.

I told her eventually we would need to break up. I still had college and a career to start before I would consider getting married. We broke that day. We got back together for a short time so we could go to Prom together casino siteleri then broke up a few weeks later.

I heard through the grape vine Pam got pregnant in college and married the guy. I saw her at a few class reunions but we didn’t really talk much.

Fast forward 30 years. Pam and I connected on social media. She had heard my wife had died. She told me about she lost her husband the day she divorced him. She said, “We should get together some time. There are things I have always wanted to ask you.”

Pam was going to be in my area next week and agreed to meet at her hotel bar/restaurant for drinks and appetizers.

By looking at her pictures on social media she hadn’t changed much since high school. I could see she had gained a few pounds and had a few wrinkles. As for me I had changed a lot. In high school my main sport was wrestling. I was always on a diet. I graduated weighing 119 lbs. at 5′ 9″ Now I am 205 lbs. and 5′ 10″.

After work I met Pam at the bar. She already got us a booth. I reached to shake her hand and she said, “I think we are beyond shaking hands.” With that she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

We sat and had drinks and talked about family and jobs. She had remarried 4 years after her husband had died and had two children with her new husband. She loved her job because she got to travel and occasionally her travels brought her to where her children have moved too.

Then came the big question. “So, I have wanted to know for so long. Why did you break up with me right after our first time trying sex?” She asked.

“Pam, we were young. At one time you talked of marriage. That scared me. Heck we were only 18 at the time. We both had a lot of life to explore before we settled down. Now I want to ask you a question. How come you locked me out of the bathroom when we tried having sex?”

We both laughed. I told her what happened afterwards with trying to take off the condom. That brought another big laugh.

Pam, got quite for a bit. Then said, “I wanted you so bad. I wanted our first time to be special. It turned into a disaster. I have relived that moment so many times in my head. Brian, I want another chance to make that time special.”

“Pam, you are married. Are you getting divorced?” I asked.

“No I am not getting divorced. I don’t plan on getting divorced. I just want a second chance to finish what we started.” With that she leaned into me and kissed me gently on the lips. I responded with kissing her back. It turned into a good 30 second kiss.

When we broke our kiss I could see a few people watching us. “Let’s go to your room.” I said as I put a $50 dollar bill on the table to cover our bill.

We held hands as we walked to the elevator. We held hands on the elevator and down the hall to her room. She opened the door to the room and as soon as she closed the door we started to kiss.

The kisses went to deep passionate kisses quickly. My hands were all over her body. I hand my hands on her ass and I pulled her body in tight against me so she could feel how hard she was making me.

I slid my hand off from her ass and slid it up her shirt. I could feel her hard nipples under her bra. She always got really hard nipples when we were young. I loved that about her.

While we kissed and I felt her breasts we slowly worked our way into the bedroom area. I lifted her shirt up and over her head and tossed it onto a chair near us. She had on a shear bra. Her breasts looked the same. slot oyna Dark brown hard nipples and C cup. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on her nipples. I kissed her again and with one hand was able to unhook her bra.

Pam giggled. “You still have that skill.”

Her bra straps slid off her shoulders then her bra fell to the floor. Cupping her breasts I rolled her nipples between my fingers making her moan softly.

I then lowered my head and gently licked her right nipple in a circular motion and then gradually taking it into my mouth.

“Mmmmmm that feels so good. Make love to me Brian. Pretend this is our first time.” She said.

I took off my shirt and by the time I had that off Pam was standing in front of me naked and moving to the bed. I stood in front of her as I lowered my pants and underwear. My cock was fully hard and stood at full attention.

“My god, no wonder why it hurt so bad. I didn’t realize how big you are.” She said. I laughed and got into bed next to her.

I continued my assault on her breasts. Her hips were pumping away and her pussy was grinding on my leg. I moved down working my kisses down her body. It had been awhile since I had seen a hairy pussy. Most women shave it or keep it neatly trimmed. Hers was natural and black just like her hair.

Until that one night we had never done more than me playing with her breasts and humping each other with our pants on. This was my first good look at her pussy.

I parted her wet lips and began my assault on her pussy with my tongue. I ate her pussy while I massaged her breasts. I brought her to 3 strong orgasms where her body would twitch and jump to a loud, “Fucking shittttttt!” each time she came.

I moved up and kissed her deeply letting her enjoy her sweet nectar. The head of my cock was throbbing as it lay by her wet pussy. Her legs parted allowing the tip of my cock touching the just inside her wet lips. I pushed slightly and the head slipped nicely into her warmth. I wanted her just as bad as she wanted me. I slowly entered her until I was all the way in.

“Oh fuck that feels good. I feel so full she.” She moaned.

“You feel amazing Pam.” I told her.

Her legs wrapped around my waist as I slowly fucked her. I took my time but I knew I wouldn’t last long. I only lasted about 10 minutes before I was fucking her hard and deep when I felt my balls filled and needing a release. I thrust hard 3 times and held it deep inside her as I felt several jets of my cum fill her pussy.

Out of breath I collapsed on top of her with my cock still buried deep inside her. I could feel the pressure in my cock starting to go down so I rolled off her and onto my back.

Pam had a big smile on her face as she looked into my eyes and said, “That was everything I had hoped it would be. But I am not done with you yet. I have some other fantasies to fulfill with you.”

Pam slid down and took my half hard cock into her mouth. As it grew she seemed to have more trouble with it. She stopped for a bit to say, “My god you have a thick cock.”

She spent some time licking my shaft and balls. Occasionally taking the head of my cock into her mouth. Her skills were good and it wasn’t long before I was ready to cum. She could tell as she took more of my cock deeper in her mouth.

I pressed my hands on the back of her head and held her there as I thrust a few times and emptied my seed into her mouth.

Pam didn’t stop. She kept going and I barely went soft. I was fully hard canlı casino siteleri again within a minute. “Now I want just good old naughty sex. Fuck me from behind Brian.” She told me.

I got behind her and was about to enter her when I had a better idea. I got out of bed and gave her my hand and said, “Come here.” I took her to the desk that sat by the window that overlooked the city. I told her to lean over the desk. As she leaned over the desk I went over and opened the curtains.

“What are you doing? People in the other building might see us.” She exclaimed.

“Don’t worry. We don’t know them and they don’t know us. It will be exciting.” I told her.

The thrill of thinking someone might be watching us just added to the excitement. After having two orgasms I lasted a lot longer. Pam was very vocal every time she came. If we had neighbors in the room next to us I was sure they heard her. I was ready to cum. I pulled out and took my cock in my hand a jerked myself off shoot 4 hot jets of seed over her back and ass.

Pam stood up and turned around and said, “You are naughty! I hope someone was watching us and enjoyed the show. It was then that her cell phone rang.

It was her husband. We got back onto the bed while she answered her phone. She seemed to be talking a long time about his work and her work and weekend plans. While she talked I let my fingers explore her pussy. Every time my finger would go across her clit her body would jerk. It was getting difficult for her to talk.

I heard her say, “Yes I met up with him. He was very nice. But he really changed a lot from high school.”

So, he knew we were going to meet.

That turned me on even more. I started to play more and more with her clit. Her breathing was getting heavy and she was having a hard time talking. Finally she said, “Honey, I am tired and have to get up early for my meeting. I will talk to you in the morning.”

The phone dropped from her hand after she disconnected the call. It was seconds later when she was yelling, “Jesus Christ yes, yes, yessssss.” As she came hard on my fingers.

I was so turned on I was hard as a rock again. I put her legs over my shoulders and fucked her hard and deep what seemed like eternity before I finally came deep inside her.

Rolling onto my back I was exhausted. We both fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning hearing the shower running. I got up and went into the bathroom and Pam was already in the shower. I looked in to the shower and her back was to me and she was washing her face. I was already getting hard just seeing her. I slipped into the shower then wrapped my arms around her waist.

“Jesus, you scared me.” She said. “So you are up too.”

I pressed my hard cock up against her ass and said, “My cock is up too.”

“Oh god, I want you so bad. But I don’t have time.” Pam said.

I slid my cock between her legs pushing it against her clit and said, “Are you sure?”

“No, I am not. Maybe I have a little time.” She said as she leaned forward and put her hands against the wall.

We fucked hard in the shower. She could tell I was getting close as I was fucking her hard and fast. She suddenly stood up letting my cock come out of her pussy. She turned around and got on her knees and took me in her mouth and took my whole shaft down her throat. In seconds I exploded shooting my load down her throat.

She stood up with tears in her eyes and said, “I knew I could get that all the way.”

We finished our shower then got dressed. I called into work and told them I would not be in today. I asked her, “We parted with a kiss and said our good byes.

We have a class reunion in two more years. I wonder if she will be there.

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I couldn’t hold out more than 10 days before the lure of the bathhouse pulled me back inside. The last visit had been on a Thursday evening after 8pm, and it appeared I had enjoyed the tail end of the evening, as nothing happened following the 3/4 of an hour that I had spent getting rimmed and sucked in the spacious dark room.

Arriving this time, more certain of how things worked, the same person at the counter grinned when I paid and grinned back in return, if perhaps a bit sheepishly – after all, we both knew what went on, and just how good it was. On a damply gray Saturday afternoon, around half an hour after opening time, the bathhouse was less filled than on the first visit. After straightforwardly undressing and settling in at the bar, it was plain that more people were steadily arriving. The counter person was the same, in both senses, and my beer was rapidly poured, and just as rapidly finished.

However, this time I did pick up a couple of condoms from the bucket near the bar. Walking out the last time, I had casually asked at the counter about condoms. Casually in the sense that for the first time, I was actually referring directly to the type of sex which they were intended for, and there was no reason to think otherwise, at least here. Now, leaving the bar area, it was simple to take a couple of condoms from a wooden sauna style bucket, and wrap my hand around them.

So equipped, taking the steps up was a simple choice, though one that became a bit disappointing, as the dark areas were empty. Going to the lowest floor, the whirlpool was working, with no one in it. Going back to the main level, walking around, I noticed a nicely landscaped outdoor area, maybe 4×6 yards, that was also clearly a smoking area. As advertised, there was also an Internet terminal available for free, and sitting down, I did a bit of web cruising, reading more about the bathhouse. It wasn’t the only one in town, and was considered on the pricey side, but the tone of various comments was generally quite favorable.

Which certainly agreed with my first experience. Rising from the seat, the darkness upstairs kept beckoning, and as several more men had entered, chances had to have improved. It remained very sparsely populated upstairs, but at a least a few men with wrapped towels were walking around.

Going to the darkened area, I had noticed that someone was following me a good 10 or 15 paces behind. A fact that led to a certain quickening in my pulse, and a couple of glances back that hopefully were neither too furtive nor too cool. Going in, my fumbling hand discovered something that moved like a stool/chair, along with a radiator along that wall. There was a window on the that side, and in the afternoon, more light leaked into the room, even if the amount was still tiny. Returning to broad platform, I took off my towel, and stood with my back to the wall, facing the padded area. I was still looking at the area in the exceedingly dim light, noticing had the wall at its back didn’t the ceiling, when the sound of steps grew closer. A hand reached out to touch my naked thigh and ass, and I responded by gasping at the pleasure, if not the unexpectedness of physical contact.

But after a moment, it became clear that he had something entirely different in mind. Something which hadn’t crossed my mind, and something which, if it happened, wouldn’t be like this – no condom, and almost no foreplay at all. Making it increasingly obvious that I wasn’t interested, though reaching behind to touch his cock, he left. I then continued to explore the almost hidden space, walking across a quite expansive cushioned area, leaning against the back wall, and then returning to the edge were my ass had been eaten casino siteleri so perfectly. After another moment alone, I dropped the condoms along that wall, and went downstairs, noticing that the sauna had 5-6 naked men in it, and the whirlpool a couple, but still nothing sexual happening.

Returning upstairs, I sat in the darkroom, towel underneath me, legs spread on the floor, touching my cock while thinking about my first visit. There was again the sound of steps, and then a white swathed figure appeared before me, with hands that rapidly found my nipples, tweaking them on the edge of roughly. Not quite to my taste, but also not bad as I kept playing with my now swelling cock. As his grip grew tighter, I moved my left hand to his hands, basically signalling that it was a bit much. After the third or fourth time, he seemed to understand, though my right hand finding his cock may have also played a role.

While getting him stiffer, his hands wandered to my groin, exploring the base of my hairy cock, sliding down to my balls. Soon, we were both hard, and his breathing grew heavier as I kept jerking him off. Just as with my nipples, I could feel him slacken his efforts on me, knowing that he was becoming too turned on to focus on anything but his horny stroked cock. He was still wearing his towel, and having the top of my fist reach it at the end of his cockhead was different, the towel moving on each stroke, without opening or falling.

Just about the point where it seemed best to remove the towel for total access to his rod, he began to moan and pump his hips, his hands squeezing my cock in a pulsing rhythm. It became apparent that he was orgasming, though the total lack of semen was unusual, until it occurred to me that it had ended up in the towel. As he quickly departed, the idea of some of the men walking around with towels having been used to clean up cum struck me as both amusing and practical, if also perhaps a bit tacky if not done with a certain amount of attention.

He left, and in the dimness, I reclined a bit, still jerking off. Another man came in, and reached out, but when my hand found his chest, he abruptly turned and left. Which was the start of a dry spell, as I walked along halls and levels, returning several times to the empty dark rooms. I had plenty of time, so I returned to the bar, and drank a second beer more slowly, along with picking up some condoms, then noticing that both packages were actually lube. Which was convenient from one perspective, but not really what I was looking for, though keeping one package made sense.

After finishing my beer, I went back downstairs, and though the glass enclosed sauna still had a half dozen men in it, it was as boringly mundane as any normal public sauna, while the whirlpool was empty. A few men were also scattered around, using the deck chairs, but downstairs seemed much like the level above it, just a male only sauna, even though sex likely occurred more often than at a mixed public sauna.

Upstairs, the halls were a bit more crowded, and several of the rooms had closed doors, behind which the sounds of sex could be heard, at least at times – other times, the sounds were from the porn screen at the end of the hall. A bit unsettling in a way, since the distinction between real and recorded was not obvious.

Going back into the darkroom, it was still devoid of other people, which surprised me a bit. Maybe my imaginings of wild orgies of gay sex were a bit overblown, though obviously, the space was perfectly constructed to accommodate just that. I put the condoms down, then spread my towel along the pad, before sitting down and starting to stroke my quite limp cock. When the sound of steps approached, my sense slot oyna of anticipation increased, and when a hand reached down to find my thigh, the light feel of it over my hair was intoxicating. After a bit more time passed, my cock now half hard, I reached out, and found his chest.

He then moved to lay down near me, and I began to explore his body, including the cock ring he was wearing. He remained at best half hard the entire time, and though this was the first cock ring I had ever experienced, from what I had read, he wasn’t really using it right – it should be put on after getting hard, not before. But then, he was the one using it, not me, and my ignorance in practice was undeniable.

Playing, licking his hairy chest, stroking his hairy legs, massaging his feet – I remained more or less sitting, even as his hand started to become more demanding along my stiff cock. I put my hand over his to feel the pumping action, and then to slow him down as he brought me to the brink, a brink I didn’t want to go over yet.

As we increased the range of our touching, getting hotter, a couple of more men had entered the exceedingly dim space, most likely attracted by the sounds of what we had been doing. They began to caress each other, and when their hands reached down under their towels, my own excitement grew. I pulled the laying man’s leg over my crotch again, rubbing my horny cock. The feel of a hand on my leg was not really a surprise, and as it moved, I could sense a body growing closer, then laying down on my other side. My right hand then searched for his cock, finding it after only a short span, and noting that he was already hard.

I had two cocks in hand, and there were still other people coming in. The first pair seemed back to front, and it was not simply imagination that they were fucking. By now, there must have been more than a half dozen men in the room, when another set of hands started sliding along my left leg, then reaching my already held cock. I tried my best to concentrate on the cock of the first man I had played with in the blackness, and soon, his cum pumping over his pubic bush was the result. He lay there, and I moved my hand over his body, rubbing his cum off my hand over his ample body hair. It seemed a practical solution, especially as two men started to concentrate their attention on me, leaving was not really an option. Besides, showers were available on two levels, assuming he even cared about the small amount of semen I was cleaning off.

As the man with the cock ring left, he was replaced by the third man who had gotten involved. He lay on his side, obviously wanting my hard cock to enter his ass. The condoms near the wall were out of reach as I turned on my side, still paying attention to the standing naked man, who I was pumping steadily. No question that unprotected anal sex with a stranger was not intelligent, so I tucked my cock back between my thighs, and then started slamming his ass, lost in the potential dream of what could happen.

Or what was going on around us, I realized. Men were laying on the platform, the sounds of cock sucking came from several directions, and one pair was back to front, the one in the front moaning as he was fondled and penetrated. And still more men were coming in. This was my first true experience of something more than a serial threesome, this was the sort of wild sex that my fantasies, not to mention some of my most treasured porn, had depicted. Even more erotic was the fact that I had been here since it started, and was being carried along by a tide of unbridled lust.

A tide which also added to the pleasure of my simulated fucking, as I began to pound his ass with the sort of freedom that made me feel completely canlı casino siteleri in charge, even as while losing control. And it must have had an effect on the standing man, as he slid onto the platform, his hand starting to squeeze and explore my ass. This made me move still more forcefully, between two naked men, in a room full of other naked, aroused men. His hand kept wandering over my ass cheeks, then probing deeper, making my pace slow dramatically as my ass sought its own delicious contact, opening an opportunity for a hand to slide down to my cock, soon freeing it from my thighs. It was still pointing down, but now it was touching another man’s skin, a different sensation entirely from the familiarity when restrained between squeezing legs.

Then I felt a second hand from behind, and together, they stroked my cock into a new position, as the man against my back was adding his talents to the suddenly intensely alluring sensations, my cockhead starting to press into wanting flesh. But unlike the sliding wetness of a mouth or pussy, this was a different temptation, more subtly inviting. A pleasure to be resisted, even as both hands kept me perfectly positioned, my hips starting to move, slowly, but with a rhythm starting to overtake any mental reservations. Two hands were on my erect length, as my cock head started to slide deeper, beyond question starting to go into a stranger hot ass in the dark. This rocking motion led the man at my back to place his stiff cock along my ass crack, just adding to the nearness of another fantasy – of fucking and being fucked at the same time.

Heavenly as this felt, almost completely at the mercy of my cock in two men’s hands as it kept pushing deeper, another hard cock willing to do the same to me, the fact no condoms were involved remained a red flag for continuing. So I turned to lay on my back, while reaching out for each man’s hard cock. Both seemed content with my solution of dealing with such a sweet temptation, and after a moment, the man on my left started to stroke my cock in an increasingly irresistible rhythm. Which took in stride my own hand encircling his fingers, just adding their touch and weight to change the motion in ever more overpowering pulses of pure pleasure, making me lose all thought even as my balls tightened in approaching orgasm.

My hand was completely slack over his, even as his fingers tightened while he pumped me, the other man on my side now playing with my nipples. My right hand grew ever more distracted, though the cock it was touching was rock hard. By now, all concerns about where cum would fly were being drowned under the reality of the fantastic orgasm I was experiencing between two naked men. The stroking fingers kept working my hot shaft, beyond resistance, even as the naked man on the other side slid his hands over my chest and down to my pubic bush, then cupping my balls. My spurting cock remained lost in the pleasure until well after I had grown smaller, completely drained at the hands of two naked strangers.

As I slowly returned to reality, especially the need to use my towel to clean up my semen, the man to my right slid over me gently, placing himself on top of the man on my left, who had rolled over on his stomach. When leaving, easily 10 men were still getting off in the dark, and still no sign of anyone using a condom, though it was hard to judge in the very dim light. However, I was pleased at the thought that in comparison to my first time here, nothing risky in any real sense had occurred, as all the playing had been hand to cock, with virtually no shared cum. But the other men there seemed utterly unconcerned about anything resembling basic caution between strangers, a somewhat disturbing thought. Of course I could understand the sexual attraction of being uncovered, but a condom between strangers seemed a minimum precaution, not an extraordinary measure.

Especially when the temptations were so easily enjoyed.

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This tale was inspired by a young tumblr girl who exchanged a letter or two with me a couple of years ago.

*****

I asked her to tell me something she had never told anyone else, and she replied:

“Something I’ve never told anyone… hmmm, that’s tough as I will find somebody to tell even about my secret stuff… Let’s see… one night when I was out celebrating by bar hopping, there was a line for the bathroom because one was out of order, so guys and girls were having to make do with one toilet available… and I got sick of waiting. So I walked over to a spot in the bar where there were fewer people and where there were no lights directly overhead, and then simply stood against the wall and slowly let loose in a puddle on the floor, then I walked back to where my friends were and kept right on drinking.”

I replied that her “never told a soul” story was wonderfully intimate, and the next time I saw a wet cotton gusset, I would think of her. I had already established that she was five foot nothing, and the image of her peeing stayed in my mind – so a couple of weeks later I wrote the “O’Malley’s Bar” story for her.

I think she might have been trying to shock me, I don’t know. But writing that tale put the idea into my head, and it kept coming back, of a woman peeing, hot and full and copious, pissing on me.

And I found myself, over the next couple of months, browsing various porn sites for girls peeing. I found a wide variety of genres available, ranging from clothed girls crouching and puddling in the street, to naked girls spreading and spraying, crouching and spraying.

Girls in white tights wetting themselves. A particular sub-genre of girls, who for some reason I felt were Russian (I’m not sure why I thought that), pissing in the woods and in the snow. Natural girls, honest in their bodily functions, and an earthiness.

I also found myself, for a fortnight or so, indulging in a fascination for girls shitting. But that did not arouse, even if it did fascinate. I found the Russian girls also had that fetish sewn up – does a bear shit in the woods? Yes, and so does a Russian girl, apparently! Girls smearing scat did not do it for me, not one bit; but a solid healthy turd easing from a tight asshole, yes, that had a certain something.

I then remembered one of the most successful stroke stories I had ever found, published in an anthology of erotic tales maybe ten or fifteen years ago. I no longer have the collection (I wonder where it went?) and I cannot remember the author’s name. His timing was brilliant – it did not matter how many times I read that story, it would always bring me to the strongest come, always paced superbly for the last paragraphs. I must have read the story dozens of times, and if I stroked myself steadily and slowly, at just the right pace, there it would be, a pulsing ejaculation hitting my chest every time.

My re-tell of the story goes like this:

The subject of the tale is a woman in her forties, earthy and sexual, who lives on the edge of town in a small cottage, with an orchard surrounded by low walls. She lives alone, but has befriended one of the young jocks from the local school. He is wholesome and innocent, the cliched all American boy. Let’s call him Johnny.

Johnny has a bright-eyed cheer-leader girlfriend, blonde and beautiful, tanned in the summer sun. Let’s call her Debby. School has finished, and the pair are going into their last summer as teenagers, before they move on to their older age and loss of innocence. They gave each other the gift of their virginities just after their eighteenth birthdays, and they are still wide eyed with the wonder of it all.

The story starts with the teller (I shall call her Helen – for in this re-tell of her story I should refer to her by a name), Helen has just finished some hot work in her garden. She comes inside and takes a shower to wash away the mud and the sweat from her toil. She is described in loving detail – her breasts are full and her nipples thick, surrounded by big areola. Her legs are firm, a thick black bush between, a nicely rounded belly. Helen is lush and womanly, and her body is fit and strong, used to a good day’s work.

As she showers, of course she turns herself on with a soapy finger in her ass, several firm pushes into herself. The shower head pulses against her vage, and that is the term the writer uses repeatedly. He does not write “sex” or “cunt” – this earthy woman has a vage with thick lips and a proud rising clitoris, and thick black hair, curls tracing the tops of her thighs. She soaps herself and rubs long fingers along her lips.

But Helen makes herself wait. Still wet, she reaches for a box of her favourite toys and selects a long plastic prick, which she presses deep into herself. She straddles the edge of the bath and rocks her groin onto the edge of the tub, her vage filled with the big dildo. The author describes this over several paragraphs, and the writing is vivid and rich. He tells us how the prick feels deep inside her, and how she grips casino siteleri it, and the heavy heat of her groin tingles as her flesh touches the cold rim of the tub.

But Helen is not done with the dildo in her vagina, oh no; she has a tighter channel to fill as well, and we are treated to a lush description as she inserts a satisfyingly big butt plug into herself, her ass muscle clamping it tight in her dark, musky tunnel. Her aroma is rich and spicy (I can taste her tight asshole on my tongue). So there is Helen, both passages filled. Because she is an earth mother, with her wide hips and large, heavy breasts, she drapes herself with a kaftan, loose flowing. The coarse material rubs her hardened nipples, and her breasts sway under the cloth.

By this time, if I’m reading fully dressed, my cock is hard in my jeans and tight. If I am sitting up in bed with the book in my hand, my other hand is by now slowly caressing my erection. My cock bounces against my belly each time I turn a page, and then my hand cups my tightening balls and makes a slow, idle caress up the shaft. Like Helen, I am slow with myself and delaying my own arousal. She has much to do before she is done, this day; and I too am slow and patient. It is best that way, no need to hurry. Besides, Helen is still inside the house, and the warm dappled sunlight calls her out.

Helen takes her bag full of toys, and because her cunt (I am not bound by the original author’s word “vage”) – because her cunt and ass are filled with a plastic prick and a heavy butt-plug, every step she takes is a delicious pressure in the guts and centre of her, and she is almost giddy by the time she makes it to her orchard.

Helen has a special place in the centre of her orchard, where the grass is smooth and cut short like a carpet. Surrounding the grass patch is a circle of earth and mud, and she has a tap and a hose. Helen spreads a rug on the ground, and sits herself there, cross legged. Her toys are mobile within her passages, and as she is now sitting, the heft in her ass passage is full and solid, urging its presence up inside her tightest tunnel. Helen likes her fill, and luxuriates in the dappled sunlight, and the sun is warm on her face and a slight breeze cool on her arms. She is full of sensation.

After sitting some five minutes, rocking back and forth on the shaft in her ass, she takes up the hose and waters a moat around herself. When the earth is soft and wet, she opens her bag of toys and plants around herself a circle of upright dildos, carved wooden shafts, various plugs and insertion devices. Helen makes a small garden of fake phalluses, raised upright seeking the sun. She is an earth witch, seeking to make things grow, and she is the plug fuck queen, reigning within her kingdom (or her queendom). There are no fairies at the bottom of Helen’s garden, hers is a more primal place, and she grows things. She is very wet.

Her hands are covered in mud from her digging and planting, and so that she doesn’t get her kaftan dirty, she carefully undoes buttons and rolls the cloth down below her heavy breasts, so that her lap and legs are still covered with the circle of cloth, her stuffed ass and cunt her own secret places. Helen smears her wet mud covered fingers and her palms over her big breasts, and coats herself with a fine layer of mud, which soon dries.

Helen is truly an earth mother now, patterns of dried earth a lace of shapes and shadows around her torso and tits. As the mud dries, her slight movements cause cracks and ripples to appear over her flesh, and it is as if she too has grown from the earth.

Helen closes her eyes and enjoys pulling on her big nipples, and they peak up tight and firm. As she does so, there is a movement from within the trees, and a shadow is cast across her face. She opens her eyes, and there in front of her stand Johnny and Debby, the all-American teenage couple. They stand there holding hands, two pairs of eyes wide in astonishment, their feet making nervous little movements. Helen’s cunt pulses at the sight of them, at their freshness.

“Helen,” asks Johnny, “what are you doing here, why are you topless in the orchard?”

Oh the sweetness, thinks Helen, the goodness here in front of me.

“I am planting,” she says, “I am planting a circle around me. See.”

And Debby crouches beside her and realises for the first time what is in the mud around the older woman. The girl licks her lips, and flicks her long blonde hair away from her face, and tentatively reaches out to touch the biggest, most upright thing there, a carved dildo some twelve inches long, subtly curved. The girl touches the tip of her finger to the head of the wooden prick and it rocks in the mud as if alive. Debby laughs, a nervous giggle, and snatches her hand back.

Debby is sun kissed, her bare arms and colt like legs tanned and slender, the finest down of hair on her arms catching the sunlight and shimmering an aura around her. She wears a pair of denim shorts with ragged and torn cuffs, hugging the swell of her taut slot oyna ass. Her midriff is bare skin, and her pert breasts are wrapped in a checked shirt which is tied in front with a knot, just above her navel. Her long blonde hair swings in a long pony tail. She even has a white ribbon tying the pony in place.

Helen can see the line of a white bra strap across the girl’s shoulder, and just knows that Debby wears the most divine pair of white cotton panties. Ah God, Helen’s sex is brimming now, and she clenches tight in her ass tunnel, to make that tight plug push up inside her, again. Her eyes open wide with the illicit pleasure of it, hidden from this perfect young pair.

“Do you know what else I am growing?”

Helen desperately wants to reveal her lush, ripe cunt to the pair, and her dark hole, but she also wants them to discover her earthiness and her stuffing for themselves. She will lead them on, but needs to see the looks on their young faces as she reveals what else she is doing in her orchard.

Johnny looks down at her, and Helen can see a bulge in his jeans as his young cock swells at the sight of her naked, mud covered breasts. Helen lifts her big breasts into the palms of her hands, and offers them up closer to the youth, and is rewarded by another shift in his tight crotch. Johnny has to shuffle his legs apart a little, to try to ease the pressure on his rising cock. He has never seen such a ripe, big pair of breasts in real life, even if he has seen unnaturally large tits on his computer.

Johnny glances across at his girl, and sees that Debby, too, is reacting to Helen’s offered up breasts. Debby crosses her legs, as if squeezing in a sensation at the base of her belly.

“Can we see what else you are growing?”

Johnny has guessed that the drape of cloth around Helen’s waist and spreading out in a circle round her might be hiding something. He cannot see the woman’s legs, but can see from the drape and fold of cloth in her lap that she is sitting cross legged. He realises that the centre of her, that he has never seen, will be open and wide and spread.

Johnny sees the dark hair in Helen’s armpits, and understands that there is a dark, thick mat of hair under that cloth. Johnny wants to see that dark mystery, but he has worked out that there is a guessing game to be played here.

He glances at the circle of mud-planted pricks around the woman, and makes a guess.

“You’ve got something up you,” his guess is inspired, but only half right. “You’ve got a long toy up your vagina.”

Debby blushes, but leans closer. She crouches again beside Helen. The girl has also worked out that Helen is aching to show them more, but she too has worked out that she and Johnny need to do some guess work here.

“Yes,” Debby says, “I think you’ve got a big prick in you.” She can’t bring herself to say any other word.

Ah bless, thinks Helen, they are so close to the truth. She cannot deny them, nor herself.

“Stand in front of me, so you can see properly.”

Helen commands now, for she must make herself fully naked before these two perfect beings.

And she takes the folds of kaftan cloth, and lifts it like a draping tent above her head. As she raises it higher the cloth pulls in along her legs, and she raises her arms and raises the cloth up. The folds lift like the curtains of a theatre, and as it rises her open, dildo filled cunt is revealed in its black haired glory, her legs spread wide. Helen tosses the kaftan onto the ground and leans back onto her elbows.

She thrusts her breasts up high, and arches her back so that her belly is long and tight, her usual folds of soft flesh pulled taut. Her thighs are long and wide in front of her, and between her legs there is a thick mat of black, tight curls across the centre of her, with a fine trace of darkness working part of the way up to her navel. Her sex lips are a rich, dark brown, thick in the hair.

“I was right,” Debby’s voice has a slight tremble to it, she has never imagined she would see such a sight.

Johnny is silent, but his stance is bent at the waist now, it is the only way he can ease the tightness on his erection. Helen glances at his groin, and up to his face.

“There is something else in me, but I am sitting, so you cannot see it.”

And she is rewarded by the slow glimmer of understanding on their faces, as first Johnny and then Debby work out what Helen is saying.

“Show us.” Johnny’s voice is thick with lust now, he wants to see everything.

“Show me first,” replies Helen.

Johnny stumbles onto the ground, he is so eager to free his fresh cock and to see what Helen has in her dark ass. He pulls off his sneakers, doesn’t care about the laces, and pulls his jeans down his legs, tugging down his jockey shorts in the same movement. As he gets to his feet he pulls his tee-shirt high over his head, and stands naked before Helen, his fresh young prick rigid against his belly, his little tits hard and tight. His fingers unconsciously brush across his chest, canlı casino siteleri flicking his nipple. He has discovered that connection, for his cock bounces as his nerves connect.

Helen devours his youthful body with her eyes. Johnny is tall and slender, his skin also golden, the shape of his swimming-trunk tan lines a pale band across the base of his belly and the tops of his thighs, for he spends the afternoons and weekends at the swimming pool. His hair is long and blond and his chest hairless, for he is just a youth, not yet filled out as a man.

His cock is risen and high against his belly, a beautiful straight length, a pleasing thickness, the head of him reaching almost to his navel. Helen looks at his length and her eyes widen. She would take that firm cock into her mouth or into her ass in an instant, but knows that she must not do that.

For Johnny is Debby’s sweet boy this summer, and while Helen promises them an earthy sexy teaching, she will not have either of them, for they are each other’s. But Helen is not without some cunning of her own, and she knows there are many ways for her to take her pleasure. She sees that Debby is shy and nervous, and she must be gentle and persuasive with the girl.

“Debby, don’t be shy, come closer and caress my big tits. Feel the heavy weight of them in your hands, and look how my nipples pucker. I bet your breasts are lovely and delicate, and why don’t you show me your little nipples?”

Helen knows that the girl will want to compare the slight weight of her rising young breasts with the heavy big tits in front of her, and she also knows that Johnny will happily let his prick tighten and bounce at the very different sights in front of him. There is no concern that his fine young cock will wilt. Helen knows what grows in her garden.

Debby senses that the older woman is not a threat to her, and the girl knows that her young curves will be a wonderful contrast with the full lushness of this earth woman. The girl understands that this is not a competition but a teaching. Her brimming, bubbling sexuality will learn a thing or two from the older woman’s ripe, mature sex and licentious nature.

But Debby is still nervous like a fawn, and demurely she turns away from the other eyes as she undoes the knot at the front of her shirt, and then peels it back from her slender arms. Still facing the other way, she reaches behind her back and undoes the clip on her bra, and then places her hands to her breasts.

Helen holds her breath as the girl turns and faces her, her hands holding the white cups of the plain bra to her wonderful breasts, hiding her gentle mounds from the older woman’s eyes.

“Please, take away the bra, show me your lovely breasts.” Helen is nearly begging now, so eager is she to see the nubile curves of the lovely girl.

“Yes, come on Debs, let’s see your boobs.” Johnny is less subtle, but he will learn. Helen shoots a warning stare to him.

And Debby bravely does a little shimmy, and casts the bra from her breasts and oh goodness, see how those firm breasts sit high. She is that delicious age where her teenage years are nearly done, and she has the beginnings of a proud young woman to her, but she is still fresh. Her breasts sit as high on her chest as they ever will, her pert nipples pink and tight. Helen squeezes her own breasts in acknowledgement of the young girl’s ripeness. While Helen is the earth mother, young Debby is the princess yet to be crowned.

Debby stands beside Johnny, and glances down at his firm prick, a bright drop of pre-come glistening on the slit of his cock head, catching the light of the sun. Her nipples are thrusting pink and firm in front of her, and her belly moves quickly with her breathing. She is still nervous, but aroused. Her fingers slowly move to the button on her shorts, and she knows she has more cloth to slide down her long slender legs before she too is fully naked in Helen’s fertile garden.

Her fingers slide the short zipper down, and she curls her thumbs around the top of her shorts and rolls them down her legs. She keeps her legs straight and bends from her waist as she does so, and the movement tenses her taut little bum, and she is all lovely curves and slim limbs. Her shorts gone, she stands tall again and proud now, thrusts her delicious breasts out.

Helen has guessed correctly, for Debby wears a delightful pair of white cotton panties, a little row of pink hearts embroidered across the waist band. And look, there is a dark patch of moisture in a thin line down the front of the white cotton, from her moist little snatch. Debby is more confident now, and she does a slow strip to ease the small strip of cloth down her legs, and with a “ta da…” she spins the panties on her finger twice, before throwing them to the pile of clothes on the ground. She stands proud in front of Helen, her feet apart and the slit of her sex widening between her slim thighs.

Debby’s mound is curved, and her sex lips are fine and smooth, rising an inch up the front of her belly. As she is so golden skinned and fair, the whiteness of her bikini lines are a vivid costume on her bare skin, and her pubic triangle is small and blonde, a fine shape of light hair at the base of her belly, between her legs.

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I locked the door behind me.

The bathroom led light occasionally flickered, but that was the least of my concern. Right in front of me was a swaying white girl who clearly had one too many drinks giving me a sly look. That look where they sorta look away and try not to act too flirty, but when you lock eyes you know what she really wants.

She busts out laughing as she tips forward and loses her balance. Luckily I extend my arm fast enough to catch her. My feet slightly stumble, her weight challenged my own level of soberness yet I remain tall like a statue. She’s clearly amped up from all the shots we took earlier, but that doesn’t mean I’m not feeling a good buzz either.

I look at the sink behind her, it was surprisingly shorter than the height of your average sink, and I had the wise idea to place her on it. With little regard as to how comfortable it would be for her, I picked up my soon-to-be-prize by her legs. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around me waist as I lifted her up, and all ready I can feel my body rising in temperature.

“Mmmmmuahhh!” she lands a forceful smooch on my upper cheek, partially getting my eye. I knew she meant to go for the lips but the shots seem to be hitting her pretty good.

And hey I ain’t complaining. She was an enough of a distraction for me to ignore the sketchyness of the bathroom we took refuge in. A nice rack with a wide yet firm booty in tight jeans and some thicc legs to go along with it. Her tight t-shirt often pulled up past her belly button which was hot and cute at the same time. Her belly clearly had some chub but right here right now I don’t give a damn. I went through the trouble to get some ass and I’ll be damned if I get picky this late at night. Her friends are out of the way, casino siteleri the boys are doing whatever they’re doing, but me and her? We’re in our own world right now. She’s mine.

I place her fat booty on the edge of the sink, she didn’t seem to really mind. Actually I don’t think she even knew what she was sitting on.

Whatever, it works for me.

The lights flicker and I get a look of the restroom we’re in. Surprisingly it’s not that dirty. Yeah the mirror had some smudges on it but that’s all I really saw. At least it didn’t smell bad like you’d expect. The employee bathrooms are always cleaner than the customer ones, and I know for a fact Jim and Bill, the two guys working tonight won’t be coming up here for a good while. They got their hands full dealing with the crowd downstairs, meanwhile I got my hands full of some prime meat.

I lift her shirt up over her head. She tries to hold her arms up to cooperate but somewhat struggled, but it got the job done. Looking to really put her in the mood so I can get what I want down the line, I go for some hot smooches all over her neck. Holding her with an arm wrapped around her back and one hand holding her waist, I send her into a frenzy of wanting more as I continue to target her soft neck with my lips.

I then grab a handful of hair, and pull lightly. I hear a gasp escape her lips.

I follow up with light biting on her neck. A feminine exhale with a few hot moans breathed down my neck. My breathing was also getting heavier.

Escalating more and more, she pressed her pelvis against mine. I inhaled deeply and didn’t hesitate to continue. I put her down from the sink and frantically unbuttoned and pulled her pants down. It took some work, as her tight jeans resisted against my efforts. I finally got her jeans out under slot oyna her ankles, and had to deal with a black thong. Knowing she might put up some defence I decided it would be best to further seduce her to lower any defences she may have. I doubt it at this point but it’s good to play it safe.

I push her against the wall, trapping her and she squirmed with delight. Yes! I’m totally in now. My finger loops around the edge of the thong and begins to pull it down.

Unexpectedly, her hand lands on mine and I stop.

Fuck.

Her defence is still up.

Without wasting a moment my hand grabs her hair and pulls lightly, as I loom my head above her’s to give some dirty talk.

I remember her friends hinting earlier that she was into this, didn’t think I’d actually find myself resorting to it.

In between twisting and pulling her hair as I breathe hot and heavy air down her neck, my naughty talk was getting more of a reaction out of her than before.

Sick.

I then take an extra step and rub two of my fingers against her lady spot. I got a loud moan that time!

I continue to tease her through the thin material of her thong. She’s going mad at this point and practically begs me to fuck her.

“…fuck me…” she said quietly in between her heavy gasps for air. Fuck yea let’s go.

Again I loop my finger around the side of her thong and pull it down. Her arms are loosely hanging around my neck. No resistance. Awesome.

It comes off and quickly undo my pants to maintain my momentum. They slide down to my knees.

After I make sure she’s all worked up, I pick her up by the bum and press her against the wall again. My arms keeping her up off the ground, I slowly make my way inside her. I watch her face as she looks up panting heavily, her lips canlı casino siteleri partially puckered, we both breathe heavily in anticipation.

Now holding her by the back of her knees while firmly pressing her against the wall, I’ve sealed the deal in making this girl my white bitch. I push myself into her more and more, getting deeper and deeper. Oh my god, she feels so warm and moist. Every thrust I push myself in I pull her legs into me more and more.

I close my eyes.

It feels so good.

Quickly I feel it coming around the corner. I’m not going to last much longer. But I don’t want to stop now.

I increase my rhythm, and thrust aggressively.

Oh Lord. Here it comes. I have seconds to change my mind. I should have put on a cond-

My eye lids tighten as I make a powerful final thrust. My body violently pulsates as I pump this random white chick full of my man juice. I let out involuntary grunts and groans. Feeling my energy dry up rapidly, I almost collapse to the floor while she slides down the wall. I slide my pants on and sit there on the floor for a moment. Catching my breath.

The alcohol must started to wear off for her. She stood up on her feet to collect her belongings. I help clean her up with the paper towels available to us.

We both come back down stairs where the party is still poppin’. She kisses me goodbye and disappears into the crowd. I forge my own path into the heart of the club.

I eventually meet up with my boys whom are cracking up and having a good time at the bar. Seeing my lazy attempt to button my shirt correctly with a tired yet triumphant look on my face, the boys took one good at me and knew what was up.

“Yo did you get her?!” one asked. I simply gave him a confident smirk, too tired to give an answer. The squad roared with excitement, congratulating me with my first successful bar hunt.

I cracked open a cold one and forgot what happened next. I never saw her again, hell I never learned her name. But that was fucking awesome.

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I had always had a crush on Jessica. I remember the first time I saw her, she sat across from me in our Spanish class, in her cutoff blue jean shorts and pink spaghetti strap top. She had long, straight brown hair, perfect skin, beautiful, perky breasts, and these long gorgeous legs that always seemed to draw the attention of every male in the room. We took an immediate liking to each other, as we flirted everyday in class until one day she passed me a note that said “I’ll be at your house at midnight.” I looked up after reading the message as she smiled at me and placed one foot between my legs, against my crotch, and massaged my cock through my pants.

That night, I waited on our back porch for her, in my old bathrobe and slippers. I heard her coming up the porch staircase, my heart jumping at every step she took. She was wearing the same shorts and top she was wearing the first time I saw her, only this time she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She approached me and kissed me on the lips, snaking her velvet-like tongue between and around my lips as her hands expertly caressed my robed chest and stomach. I responded by gently brushing my hands up and down her firm body and around her waist, stopping for a brief moment to take her ass in my hands and squeeze ever so gently. She pushed back and told me that good things come to those who wait, and took one of my fingers in her mouth and sucked it eagerly, drawing her tongue around and over the tip.

I led her to the basement of my home, where I had set up a sofa bed and several assorted items, casino siteleri mainly fruits and other things like that. Without saying a word, she turned off the lights and instructed me to strip and sit on the edge of the bed. I did so, while she did the same, and when we were both nude, with nothing to hide from each other, she laid me on the bed on my stomach. Then she began to give me the most wonderful massage I have ever had in my life, slowly and gently rubbing the day’s tension out of every muscle in my body. After about fifteen minutes of this, she instructed me to lay on my back. I did so, and she began to massage my chest, legs, and stomach while never once touching my hard cock or balls. When she finished massaging my front, I almost came when she ever so gently rubbed the tips of her fingers across the head of my throbbing dick. She smiled and began to ever so slowly move one hand across my cock while holding my balls in the other. I came so close to cumming several times, only to have her remove her hands and smile down at me while the feeling subsided, then begin anew each time.

Finally, when she decided I had had enough, she bent down and ever so gently blew on the head of my rock-hard cock. I felt her breath around my penis, cooling the pre-cum I had accumulated all over it. I gasped and almost came again as I felt her warm breath encompass my throbbing cock, when she finally touched the base of my cock with her tongue. She wrapped her tonuge around my shaft, licking every drop of pre-cum off. When she got to my head, she ever slot oyna so gently wrapped her lips around it and slowly started to suck every last drop of pre-cum out of my cock.

When she finished, she quickly nibbled at my head, which only drew me to higher levels of passion than I could ever imagine. Then she slowly started to take my shaft into her mouth, stopping when my head hit the back of her throat. She then began to bob her head up and down slowly, as if to coax me into cumming but not quite letting me cum until she was ready for me to.

I was in ecstasy, and I moved my hands up and down her gorgeous nude body as she sucked my dick ever so slowly. She began to moan as I massaged her pert, firm breasts, only stopping to pinch her nipples once each. This made her suck my cock a little faster, and I traced my hands up and down her body even more in response. I snaked my hands down her body until I reached her beautiful, sparse brown bush where I rested my hands for only a moment, while she continued to suck my cock and massage my balls. I then reached one hand down between her thighs and found her dripping, hot, tight pussy ready for me to make her cum. I traced one finger around her lips, while my other hand went back up and continued to stroke her firm breasts and erect nipples. She moaned and slowed her sucking, she wanted to cum before I did, and I was ready to give her anything she wanted.

I continued to finger her lips with my index finger and little finger while my middle two found her clit and began to rub it up and down to the canlı casino siteleri rythm of her sucking. Her moaning became louder as she started to suck my cock harder and deeper than before. I continued to massage her clit and breasts, stopping to give her tits a hard pinch every once in a while. Finally, I sunk my middle two fingers in her tight cunt as she moaned louder than ever and almost bit my cock in her orgasm. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers and her hot juices explode around my hand while she couldn’t help but hold onto my cock with her mouth like it was a life preserver. When her orgasm was finished, she turned all her attention to my cock as she began to suck it and massage my balls, as if to coax every drop of cum out of them.

I finally got to cum, and I exploded in her mouth, shooting my wad deep into her mouth as she squeezed my balls to make sure she got every drop. She swallowed everything I shot into her, then looked up at my exhausted but happy face. I couldn’t help but smile, she had saliva, pre-cum, and cum all around her mouth from sucking my cock.

She took the hand I had used to bring her to orgasm, and brought it to her face. She licked every drop of her own juices off of my hand, then finished mine off her face. She then laid down beside me, our naked, sweaty bodies together and we kissed for the longest time, tasting each other’s juices from out mouths. When we finished, she stood up and turned the light on, revealing her gorgeous, nude body to me for the first time since we met. She slowly put her clothes on in front of me, looked at me, and said “see ya in class tomorrow, lover.”

She left and we haven’t made love since, only going so far as to flirt and share the occasional knowing look at each other in Spanish class.

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Chapter I

Helen spent three Friday evenings in a elegant little lounge on the east side of town. She wanted to pickup men, she was horny, she craved sex, and this seemed like the most likely place to find horny males. The slightly past middle aged widow was a good looking woman, spending a number of days at the gym, another good place to find males. She was successful the previous Friday, but the guy climaxed, rolled over, fell asleep, and Helen had to call a cab to get back to the bar to retrieve her car. She knew it would be more difficult for an older woman, but not this difficult, she was truly frustrated in her search for a sexual partner.

“There is a better place. A female voice said as the strange woman slid onto the barstool next to Helen. But, not the kind of place a good female would go alone.” The woman said matter-of-factly.

“Do you mean the neighborhood is rough?” Helen replied. The woman was dressed in a nice, but obviously seductive dress, with a scoop neckline. Helen thought the woman should not have worn such a revealing dress, she had a fairly small bust line, and didn’t wear a pushup bra.

“Mmm, not exactly. If you go in alone, you are sure to be the female in the middle of a big group of males, using you for whatever they want, unless that is what you want.” The other woman said as she sipped her drink.

“So, you’re saying that one woman is raped, but two are left alone?” Helen sipped on her wine as she listened to the woman relate how with two or three women, you could select one, maybe two partners for the evening.

After thirty minutes of general talk, female talk, and how they found the males in this bar versus other bars, Helen was growing tired of the males at this lounge. She changed the conversation back to the bar where the women are but sex objects for the males to select from. After another thirty minutes of sexual discussion regarding the other lounge, and two males who seemed a bit too drunk to accomplish anything sexual with, Helen excused herself, and left.

Helen drove the three or four miles to the area where the sensual lounge the woman had described supposedly was located. All Helen could find was a series of motels around an old airport, but no lounge that appeared to be a hot bar. After searching for over thirty minutes, she found a motel that indicated it catered to mature adults only. That was the only indication on the exterior, and the sign made no indication of being much more than a motel. She drove around the motel slowly, noticed a sign that indicated a lounge, and decided to park and watch for awhile.

Helen watched a couple exit their car, and enter the motel lobby. The woman was dressed in a rather licentious outfit, and the man made it clear he liked her outfit by running his hands over her butt, waist and shoulders. Another couple exited the motel from one of the other doors. They hurried across the parking lot to two separate cars, obviously out on an evening away from their respective spouses.

It was nearly midnight, and Helen was becoming sleepy. She watched as two more couples left the motel, both of the women were barely dressed. Then one women came out with four male friends, two of them almost carrying her across the parking lot to a car whose door was opened by another male. The third male closed the door for the woman, made comments to the other males as they walked away, then he got into the drivers side of the car. In a few moments, the couple left. Helen was not sure about what was going on, but she considered that the woman must be the wife or girlfriend of the male driver. She also felt that the woman had been sexually used by the four males that evening.

Helen spent Saturday morning deliberating what she had observed the previous evening, and the events she had witnessed. She considered the various observations of the women, and the men at the motel she had found. Helen called the adult motel at about noon, asked several questions regarding the motel, and was very interested in what the woman told her without being prompted by Helen. The motel had adult movies not only in the rooms and the suites, and twelve channels of various sexual movies, but the lounge located in the motel, also had adult movies on three screens. (Sort of like a sports lounge, ( the woman on the other end of the line commented, and the lounge also had a nice dance floor with a DJ on Friday and Saturday nights. Helen inquired about a reserving a room, but was disappointed to hear that all the rooms were reserved for the evening. She decided she would try the place that evening, going to the lounge and see what transpired. All it took was a little bit of guts, and she might find what she needed and wanted, a male to fill her sexual desires.

Helen left for the mall, a little shopping might do her good, she thought. As she wandered the mall, she was drawn into a lingerie shop which carried some very sexy items. Inside there were several other women, and two couples. As Helen strolled casino siteleri around the store looking over the lacy items, she overheard one of the couples discussing an outfit, and how it would be just right for the evening. Then they mentioned the adult motel Helen planned on visiting that evening. Helen listened more carefully, trying not to be obvious. She heard them discuss the motel, how the woman was interested in having her husband and two or three others up to their room for a party. Helen was stirred by the thought of the sexual experience of three to four males making love to her at the sametime; she thought it would be very pleasing sexually to be used by a variety of strange, horny males.

Helen handed her credit card to the clerk, paying for her four hundred dollars of sexy lingerie, a skirt, blouse, and dress. She crossed the mall to a shoe store, and purchased a pair of black paten leather high heels, slightly over four inches in height, easily the tallest in the store, and the tallest she had ever worn. She would have to practice walking in the heels, she decided.

Helen finished her frozen dinner, and went to her bedroom. She laid out the dress, the skirt and blouse, and the other lingerie on her bed. She then went and showered. Helen finished her hair, and returned to her bedroom. She put on the lacy, black, French-cup bra, adjusted the straps and her 38C tits in the lacy material, making sure plenty of her tit flesh showed above the lace and that the top of her nipples was visible, she even left in the little pad on the underside of her breasts, it made them fill out the top of the bra even more. Then she put on the garter belt, and the black-seamed nylons, another first for her, no pantyhose tonight. Then she put on the lacy black panties. She slipped on the black stretch cotton skirt, then her flowered cotton blouse, that only buttoned to the center line of her breasts, the blouse had a large collar and no additional buttons. The collar of the blouse was open much more than she would normally wear, but this was not a normal evening, by any ones imagination. She was out for an evening of sensual pleasure, and sexual activities.

The cool September evening required a light coat, which she was glad of considering that this was the first time she had dressed so seductively. She approached the motel slowly, and drove around the grounds before she decided upon a space near the entrance of the lounge, which had a separate door from the main entrance. Helen watched three nice looking males as they entered the lounge as she finished her parking. She sat quietly in the car for five minutes, watching one couple enter the lounge; she removed her light coat as she exited her car, tossed the coat into the back seat, and headed for the lounge. She walked quickly across the parking lot to the brightly lit entrance of the lounge, she wondered about retrieving her coat, it was a bit chilly, but the chill made her nipples stand up a bit more.

Helen was amazed at what she was witnessing on the three video screens, as she entered the lounge. On one screen a male and female were quite engaged in screwing, the woman on her back, legs raised, and the male humping her with wild abandon. On the second screen two women were totally engaged in a lesbian sixty-nine. On the third a single female sat kneeling on the floor of a room with four males around her, all of whom were masturbating. Trying not to act like she was aghast at what she was witnessing, she strolled around the bar slowly, closely examining what was transpiring in the lounge. Even though she had practiced walking in her new high heels that afternoon, she was still a bit wobbly in them. There were only six single males in the bar at this early hour, and two couples. The males in the lounge shared their gazes between the two couples, and the unknown new female in the room.

Helen slipped onto one of the bar stools, in as ladylike a manner as possible. She did let the skirt slid up her thighs, just high enough to show the slightly darker band of her nylons near the top of the stockings. She ordered a glass of white wine, which the bartender quickly delivered to the elegant, but very sensual, tall brunette.

Helen attempted to not stare at the porno videos, but she could not help but to watch the sexual playing of the people on the big video screens. Watching the sexy videos turned her on; she was getting horny seeing other people have sex, even if they were on a screen. Suddenly, Helen felt the warmth of another person next to her, mostly because the cool draft of the air conditioning suddenly quit blowing against her left side. She did not turn, but felt the person slide onto the bar stool to her left.

“Hi, my name is Dan.” The deep male voice said. Helen turned to see a good looking male in his early fifties, she guessed, neatly dressed, and now sitting next to her. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in here before, my dear.”

“Well, no”, she stammered, “this is my first time in this type slot oyna of lounge.”

After nearly ten minutes of general discussion, Helen was a bit more at ease with the strange male. He said he was single, but by now it made little difference to her, married, single divorced, she was having a nice conversation with a man who was working in a slow aggressive manner in seducing her. He did seem to believe that she was single, and available, and not just for sex. She also enjoyed the warmth of his right leg against her left thigh. Now this was more like what she had been looking for in the other lounges, and Helen was quite happy she came here for the evening.

“Only place in town that shows adult videos in a lounge. You seem to be enjoying the videos, honey.” Dan said, as his hand gently slid onto her left knee from his right leg.

“I’ve never seen a place quite like this, especially a lounge.” Her heart throbbed as his hand gently caressed her nylon encased knee. She was actually very pleased she had met Dan. “And in a motel, too.”

“And not just any motel, it’s an adult motel. Are you looking for a private evening, or a little party, sweety?” His hand now softly caressed her thigh at the hem of her skirt which was hiked up to mid-thigh by now. Helen enjoyed the sensuality of his caresses, it had been a number of months since a man had paid this much attention to her, real sensual attention.

“Oh, I’m not really sure of what I want to do this evening. I had not considered the type of party, just that I wanted to meet some new male friends.” She stammered trying to concentrate on the words, and not just his physical attention. His right hand now slid from her thigh, then around her waist. He turned more toward her on his stool, his eyes engaging hers as they spoke. Now his left hand slid onto her left thigh, just where his right had previously been.

“I see you like to wear lacy, sensual lingerie.” He said, his gaze obviously directed at her cleavage, and inside her gaping blouse. Helen made no effort to close the gaping cotton collar, enjoying the thrill of his gaze, knowing he could see the lacy material of her bra as it held her well rounded tits. He never broke his gaze down her partially open blouse, it did not matter to her that this had always been a forbidden thing before, allowing a strange male to stare brazenly into your blouse.

“Frilly and silky things always make me feel more sensual.” She suddenly replied. Now his right hand was on her ass as she sat on the stool. A movement next to her indicated another male had stepped up to the bar on her right side.

“I’d like a Bud Ice.” the man said as the bartender approached. “Hi, Dan. Who’s your new female friend, buddy?” Helen could almost feel his eyes as they traced her figure from shoulder to knees; she knew he could see where Dan’s hand was on her left thigh.

“Les, haven’t seen you for a couple of weeks. “This is Helen, and this is first time here,” Dan said, his left hand now firmly playing with her thigh at the juncture of the little skirt and the nylons, and quite obvious to the gaze of Les.

Helen was not quite sure of what to do; a true and proper lady would not allow a strange male to touch her so intimately and blatantly, in a public place, and especially in front of another unfamiliar male, obviously showing her to be a wanton woman. She was getting hotter by the minute, enjoying the attention of the men as she sat between the two handsome males. At fifty-two, she was more thrilled by the two males at her age than she would have been twenty years ago. She quietly sat there between the two, thinking about whether she should pay more attention to Dan, since he was the first to talk with her, or the new male. But as the minutes passed, it was obvious that the two males wanted her, the two of them and her, and at the same time. Les now sat on the bar stool on her right, playing tenderly with her right leg copying the actions of Dan, who continued to caress her left leg. Helen was mesmerized by the physical attention the two men were giving her, she was still apprehensive about having two males vying for her attention. Again, thought of being a proper woman crossed her mind, but were immediately dismissed by the obvious sexual advances of the two makes.

“Whoa, catch the action on the screen over there!” Les pulled his left hand from her leg, and pointed to the screen on the wall to their left. Helen leaned a bit more forward, exposing more tit flesh. His hand returned to her thigh, gently massaging, but also tugging her legs apart a bit more. Helen was fascinated by the scene on the video; a woman lying on a couch was being covered by the semen of the three males around her simultaneously.

“Wait. She gets more in a few minutes.” Les commented, his hand roaming further between her thighs. “Saw this one when I was here three weeks ago.”

Helen felt Dan remove his hand from her waist, and Les place his on her left ass cheek. Now, Dan slid his right hand canlı casino siteleri up Helens left, inside upper arm, his fingers against the flesh of her torso, then her left breast. She was very aroused by his aggressive behavior, enjoying the tingle as he softly touched her breast held within the lacy bra, with the back of his fingers. Helen continued to lean forward, watching the video of the woman as her face was being covered in the semen of several more ejaculating males. Helen was very aware that neither of the males sitting next to her were watching the video, but making every effort to leer at her breasts and cleavage as much as possible. Helen had never received this much attention from one male, let alone two males in the past twenty-five years, and she was captivated by their touches and groping, and their eyes taking her curves in. She wondered if she would see anyone she knew in here, she would be very embarrassed if anyone she was acquainted with saw her in this type of lounge, she had long ago dropped the idea of being tossed out of the bar for her actions.

“Hot body, honey. You are built really great.” Les whispered in her left ear, the back of his right hand fingers traveled the curves of her left breast as he spoke, pressing lightly against the pliant tit flesh. He delighted in the feel of the warm female breast held in the lacy bra, and she was thrilled by his touching.

“I’m glad you are enjoying my figure,” Helen replied her breaths were slightly shallow as she became hotter from the ministrations of the two appealing males. She slid her left hand onto his right thigh as he stroked her breast, his fingers causing her nipples to become quite hard.

“You sure are a fiery little number, honey,” Dan whispered in her other ear, his right hand now massaging her satiny inner thigh at the top of her black stockings. He gently pushed at her inner thighs telling her to spread her legs a bit more. She was reluctant at first, but he persisted, and she was getting very horny, so, she spread her legs a bit more, putting aside the feelings of embarrassment and thoughts of being pristine. She relished his fingers on her hot flesh, his fingers alternating between the nylon covered and bare part of her thigh. Her thighs were hot to his touch.

Another male walked up, Helen attempted to recover and make herself a little more demure and ladylike, but the trills of the two men’s hands were more than the misgivings. Dan continued to stroke her inner thighs, as Les continued to fondle her left tit and nipple. Helen became more brazen, enjoying the eroticism of having two strange males caress her various sexual parts, as another strange male observed her exhibitionistic behavior. She was not even sure of what they were saying, she was more interested in allowing them to play with her even more brazenly, giving them her implicit approval of their sensual actions. The hot female began playing more with her male friends, massaging their legs as they talked and played with her. Helen was becoming more immersed in the sensuality of the acts they were performing in public, she became more daring as she became hotter with sexual desire, allaying all of her thoughts of modesty, she was genuinely thrilled by she, and her male friends brazen actions.

“Do you need a fresh drink, honey?” Dan asked his right hand massaging her thigh.

“Mmm, just club soda this time,” Helen let her knees part just a bit more as Dan turned to the bartender and ordered another round, club soda for the lady. “Don’t want to get drunk.”

Two males across the bar from the trio smiled at Helen. They could obviously tell that her two friends were toying with her, and Helen became even more aroused. Helen was not quite sure about returning their smile, so she coyly looked away, she was still a bit embarrassed.

“Would you like to go somewhere a bit more private, sweety?” Les asked, his hand pressed her breast firmly as he spoke, intent on making a point of his sexual desires.

“I, … well…, I’ve never been picked up by men like this.” Helen stuttered, but firmly massaged his leg just below his crotch. She knew what she had said was wrong, but what the hell she wanted to get in bed with these two as much as they wanted to do the same.

“We want you to be comfortable, hon, so we can get to know each other a little more intimately here,” Les replied. He now traced the hem of her bra, across her left breast, to her sternum, and to her right breast. His index finger circled her right nipple, then retraced back to her left nipple, he repeated his actions several more times, making her pussy ooze in excitement.

Helen was close to melting as the two males continued to caress her vital sex parts. Helen slid her hand tentatively up to Les crotch. She felt his swelling cock in his pants, knowing she was now giving approval to he and his friend Dan molesting her. She felt Dan’s fingers slowly probe near her pussy, she allowed her creamy thighs to part another couple of inches. Now his fingers touched her center of lust, she enjoyed the gentle probing, she could feel her pussy begin oozing more juices as she became hotter and hotter. She was really thrilled by the advances of her new male friends.

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Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

I have never liked camping. I just cannot figure out why people find the need to spend the night sleeping on the ground. Okay, maybe if it is the only alternative, but why chose to be uncomfortable when you do not have to be? Do not get me wrong, it is not like I hate nature; I spent my entire childhood in the country and have thus spent most of my youth playing in and around the forest. It is just the concept of sleeping outside that makes me queasy. Anyhoo, let me get back to the story.

My friend asked me if I wanted to go camping for the weekend. Of course, my first instinct was to politely refuse. That is, until I learned I would be spending the weekend alone in the woods with no less than five young woman. Giving in to my lesbian instincts, I immediately promised to be there.

A few days later, my friend picked me up and we spent the next four hours driving deep into the country. By the time we reached our destination, the sun was about to set. In fact, we barely even had time to set up the tents before it got dark.

There were three tents, so we were each assigned a sleeping partner. Luckily, I was put with my friend, so we were able to spend most of the night talking. It had been quite some time since we had just laid back and talked and we got to know each other better than we had in quite a while. In fact, I even learned that my friend had once kissed a girl. Had I not been so tired, I would surely have made a move. However, I was far too exhausted by the half hour hike it had taken us casino siteleri to reach the camping site.

“Maybe tomorrow,” I thought as I promised myself to bring up the girls kissing girls subject again the next night. But for now, I was totally exhausted and we both agreed it was time for bed. Minutes later, we were both sound asleep.

Unfortunately, I woke up a mere few hours later with a pressing need to pee. However, I soon forgot all about that when I realized I had rolled over in my sleep and was now spooning my friend. Although she was quite beautiful, it was the fact that she wore nothing more than a skimpy tank-top and panties that forced powerful waves of arousal to wash over me. Unable to resist the touch of her soft skin, I felt my arousal level skyrocket. Before long, I felt an all-too-familiar feeling creep over me.

“A fantasy!” I soon realized. Sure enough, reality quickly faded, giving way to an identical fantasy world. However, in this world, I was no longer bound by any laws and thus did not waste a single second. Reaching out, I grabbed hold of my friend’s tank-top and carefully pulled it up, revealing her boobs. Of course, it was pitch black so I could not see them. However, that did not stop me from grabbing them.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as I started gently massaging them, doing my best to keep her from waking her. However, the feel of her erect nipples beneath my palms soon made me crave more.

I knew it was risky, but I could not keep from reaching down and cautiously slipping my hand into her panties. A proud smile curled my lips when I realized she was still asleep. Taking full advantage of this, I started gently massaging her labia. My friend seemed to appreciate, because she started moaning softly in her sleep. However, I soon started craving more. I knew I should not risk it, but I could not resist.

“Mmmmm!” moaned my friend softly as I slipped a finger into her cunt. Unfortunately, the moan was so powerful that she was startled awake. Terrified, I froze, my finger still inside her.

“Wh… what are you doing?” she stuttered once she figured out what was happening.

“Nothing,” I lied as pulled my finger from her poon. slot oyna However, I was unable to remove my hand. But it was not because of the arousal that coursed through my veins; it was because my friend had grabbed my wrist, making it impossible for me to yank my hand away.

“Did I say I wanted you to take it away?” she asked.

I was stunned; was she really insinuating what I thought she was? Fortunately, she soon helped me figure it out.

“Mmm?!” I moaned in a mixture of surprise and bliss when I felt her release my writs, instead grabbing my head with both hands and pulling me in for passionate kiss.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned as she thrust her tongue in and out of my mouth. Fortunately, it only took me a few seconds to recover and before long, we were passionately making out.

By the time the kiss came to an end, my hand had left her panties, which was a good thing given what she did next. As soon as our lips parted, I felt her hands fumble around until they found what they were looking for; my boobs! Grabbing the tank-top I was wearing, she yanked it off with one quick movement, leaving me topless. Although it was impossible to see, that did not stop my eager lover from wrapping her lips around one of my nipples.

“Oh god!” I moaned as she started flicking her tongue back and forth against it. Fortunately, my other nipple was not left unattended for long. Alternating between the two, she used her tongue, lips and teeth to stimulate them.

Just when I felt like I could no longer bear it, she pulled away. Fortunately that was only because she had decided to focus on another part of my busy. Mere seconds later, my panties were off and away—I usually prefer to go commando, but given how I was sleeping with someone else, I had decided to break my no underwear rule.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned when I felt her bury her face in my crotch. A split second later, her tongue was forced past her engorged labia and into my soaking-wet cunt. Moans flowed past my lips for the next few seconds as she avidly propelled her tongue in and out of me.

As blissful as the tongue-fucking felt, I was unable to keep from craving more. I had no idea how she would react, but canlı casino siteleri I could not keep from asking her to escalate.

“Put a finger in my ass,” I begged. At least, I would have if not for the fact that my lover did just that mere seconds before I could request it. Well, sort of; she did initiate anal finger-fucking, but instead of inserting one finger, she slid two of her appendages all the way into my rectum.

“FUCK!” I moaned blissfully as she started darting her fingers in and out of my ass while her tongue did the same to my pussy. Within seconds, more arousal than ever before washed over me in powerful waves. I moaned at the top of my lungs, too aroused to care if my blissful cries woke the sleeping women in the nearby tents.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!” I soon shrieked blissfully as I felt myself climax. My vaginal muscles started to convulse and I felt something hot and gooey flow up my tongue-filled poon. Fortunately, that did not keep my eager lover from continuing both the anal fingering and the vaginal tongue-fucking. My moans echoed throughout the tent for a few seconds before…

Suddenly, I was snapped back to reality!

“What the…” I started as I glanced around. Although everything around me was still black, I could tell the fantasy had come to an end by the fact that my friend did not have her head buried between my legs. Instead, she lay beside me, still sound asleep.

“Mmmmm!” I could not help but moan softly as I felt my now erect nipples poke at her back. However, I soon forgot all about that when I realized my fantasy had come to an end due to my pressing urge to pee.

Silently swearing, I rolled away from my friend and tiptoed out of the tent. The dew-covered grass felt cold beneath my bare feet, but I soon forgot all about that when I got down to business.

Less than a minute later, I was sneaking back into the tent with an empty bladder and a smile plastered across my lips. When I reached my bed, I could not help but sigh as I realized my friend had rolled onto her back, thus making spooning impossible. Of course, I was disappointed, but I knew I would have another night to try and cuddle with her. As an added bonus, I had experienced yet another one of my powerful fantasies and it would keep me satisfied until the next night.

As I closed my eyes and let sleep wash over me, I could not help but think, “Maybe camping is not so bad after all.”

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Again, I was alone, a little sexually frustrated, and my thoughts drifted to you… and looking out of my window, the cool breeze stirring the light hairs framing my face, I pictured myself finding a nice shady spot under an old oak tree. Opening a huge, soft, fresh blanket, spreading it on the ground, and settling myself in the middle of it. As my eyes closed at my desk, I thought about how the breeze would feel, as it lightly caressed my neck. Imagined further how it would feel if I went ahead and unbutton my silky shirt, exposing the strawberry tips of my breasts to the light breeze… the sudden chill on the hot flesh causing them to peak, and strain upwards. Gently I would lift my breezy skirt, exposing my legs to the light, pulling just to the edge of my bare pussy, letting the breeze waft through….

Startled, I would open my eyes, as I felt a soft tongue snake down and slide around my clit, slowly sucking into a hot moist mouth… reaching down, I would lightly run my fingers through your hair, as you gently sucked on my clit… my other hand moving to my nipples, pulling on them hard, as my hips reached towards you.

From behind the old oak, I saw a shadow move as my little sister slipped casino siteleri around behind my head… As she walked over to us, pulling her shirt over her head, her matching strawberry nipples pebbling in the breeze, she slips her shorts off of her slender hips, revealing her pale young body to the warm spring air.

Standing next to my reclining form, rubbing her own nipples, I watch as a small flare of jealousy lights her eyes, as she watches all the attention that I’m getting from you. Knowing how she wants to be badly fucked, her crush on you outweighing any rational thought, I reach out my hand, pulling her down onto the blanket with us. Easing out from underneath your loving tongue, I switch places with her, removing the rest of my clothing…

Guiding her hips to your waiting mouth, I lean over, tonguing her nipples and sliding my hand over your neck, and down as much of your back as I can reach… my fingernails lightly caressing your sensitive skin on the back of your neck.

Leaving her to your willing mouth, I move behind you, gently easing you out of your clothing. First reaching around to your chest, running my hands lightly up and down, teasing around your own nipples, slot oyna before unbuttoning and easing it down your shoulders.

Toying with your belt buckle, my knuckle gently teasing the hard ridge of your cock through your pants… I lick your earlobe, whispering how badly I want you to fuck me and her, taking both of our sweet little cherries, making us both your little sluts.

Unbuttoning your pants, I slide my fingertips inside, as you suck harder on her clit, her sweet juices running down your chin, as I scoop up a bit of precum onto my fingertips… slowly bringing my fingertips to my mouth, you hear a slight slurping sound as I completely lick my fingers clean, my soft moans of pleasure as the taste of you lingers in my mouth.

Reaching inside your pants with both hands, wrapping them firmly around your cock, stroking it strongly, your hips catching the rhythm as my hands work your hard cock closer and closer to orgasm.

With one hand still buried in your pants, I lean forward, meeting my tongue with yours, both of them rolling around my little sisters clit, as she screams in pleasure… My tongue sliding around yours, sucking both the tip and her clit into my mouth… Reaching canlı casino siteleri my hand down between my legs, playing with my own silken juices, I meet your eyes, as I slowly guide you up from her pussy…

Straddling her face, my pussy bare, her tongue automatically searching for my clit, I spread her legs wide opening her completely to you… grasping her hips, you thrust hard into her, popping her soft cherry, and completely making her yours…. her young body, completely full, buried to the hilt, as your tongue meets mine in a kiss… my pussy being loved by her mouth, as you slowly fuck her…

Breaking the kiss… I lean forward… my fingers stroking her clit, as she gets the fucking she’s been begging for – watching your rock hard cock slide in and out of her…

Sucking my clit farther into her mouth, her fingertips buried inside my pussy, rubbing my g-spot as she slides another finger deeper into my ass…. sitting down harder on that finger, I gasp as I’m completely filled, her soft tiny finger buried to the hilt…

My sister, nearing orgasm, her young body thrashing off the blanket, I look up into your eyes, mine dilated from the glorious pleasure, as you whisper, “cum with me”… my climax beings, building slow and rolling through my body, as you throw back your head and let your orgasm overtake you… filling her with hot cum, my juices flooding my little sisters mouth as I cum with you…

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Sarah and Richard ate mostly in silence within the picturesque dining room. A large meal of roast chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, steamed broccoli, and buttered biscuits was arrayed across the glossy sheen of an imported oak table. An expensive, espresso colored grandfather clock stood monolithically in the corner and ticked away each uncomfortable second.

Tick…tock…tick…tock…

“Pass the biscuits please,” Richard requested of his son Eric.

Ten year old Eric, who idly used a fork to push the mostly uneaten food around his plate, seemed oblivious to his father’s words. He instead stared absent-mindedly through a cold-frosted sliding glass door and into the darkness of the early winter evening.

Richard sighed heavily before he said calmly but sharply, “Eric.”

Hearing his name snapped Eric from his reverie. The young boy moved his head and turned his pale blue eyes quickly to the left which caused his straight, crow black hair to rustle against his cheek. Eric locked gaze ever so briefly with that of his father before he cast his gaze downward.

“Sorry dad,” he apologized before he lifted the glass dish that contained the biscuits and placed it within his father’s reach, his eyes never lifting their sight from the table top.

Sarah listened to the brief interplay between father and son, sensitive to the fact that Eric still felt he had been punished unjustly. Being a good and loving wife she had to stand firmly behind any discipline meted out by her husband Richard, but inwardly Sarah was very proud of her son. Eric had protected his sister even if how he’d gone about it was wrong.

She reached across the table, touched Eric’s hand with an understanding gesture, and asked, “It’s the best thing in the world that Zerra has such a caring brother, Eric, but you know why you’ve been grounded, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Eric responded flatly, his voice devoid of expression.

“You broke the boy’s nose, son,” Richard explained in an even tone. “He had to go to the hospital. You could be expelled.”

Eric’s younger sister Zerrafina, who had been silent to this point in their family’s evening meal, interjected, “But…Tommy was hurting me, daddy!”

Zerra’s brilliant, emerald green eyes glistened softly with moisture, the eight year old on the verge of tears at the fresh memory…

Tommy Jensen, for some unknown reason, had been picking on Eric’s sister for a couple of weeks. It was mostly just verbal taunts during recess and the occasional spitball hurled during class, but this afternoon Tommy had pinned little Zerra to the ground in a little-used hallway after school. The bully was roughly pulling Zerrafina’s long, straight locks of cornsilk blonde hair with one hand while he used the other arm to grind the point of his elbow painfully against the sternum of the much smaller girl.

“Whatchu gonna do, whatchu gonna do? You gonna cry?” the heavier Tommy ridiculed with a cruel derision in his voice as he used his greater size to keep Zerra from struggling free.

Zerrafina was crying and begging for Tommy to stop when Eric, who had been searching for his sister so they could head home together, heard her plaintive cries. Eric had run toward the sound of his younger sibling’s voice when he turned the corner and took in the scene.

“No one hurts Zerra,” Eric growled in a low, menacing, almost animal voice.

Tommy looked up at the sound, and his eyes grew as wide as saucer dishes when he realized Zerra’s brother was charging toward him at a dead sprint. To his detriment Tommy froze with sudden panic and fear as the older boy barreled toward him.

“RRWAAAA!” Eric bellowed as he swung his thick math book sideways and double-handed like a baseball bat.

-THOCK-

The heavy textbook connected solidly across Tommy’s face, threw the boy backward, and broke his nose in the process. After a sparse moment of shock had passed Tommy began to cry tears of pain, and a low moan of agony escaped his lips as blood poured profusely from his nostrils. The injured boy clamped his hands instinctively to his face in a mostly vain attempt to staunch the flow.

In the meantime Eric helped lift little Zerra from the floor of the dark brown, carpeted hallway and asked, “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you bad did he?”

Zerra sniffled once and replied, “No…I’m…I’m okay now that you’re here.”

She looked up into her brother’s pale blue gaze and saw the undeniable love and concern written upon his face as plainly as if she were reading a book. Her heart swelled with happiness, and Zerrafina suddenly felt safe and warm. It was like staring into the eyes of a guardian angel whose soft, feathered wings were draped gently around her in a warm halo of light like an impenetrable armor that could easily deflect the world’s worst slings and arrows.

Zerra hugged her brother with a sudden tighness and said, “Thank you, Eric. You’re the best brother I could casino siteleri ever have.”

“It…it was nothing,” Eric responded as he suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable at the attention.

“I think you broke my nose,” Tommy wailed painfully through his sobbing.

Zerrafina loosed her embrace as she felt her brother gently try to move away. Eric took two quick steps toward Tommy. The bleeding boy cowered and cringed at his approach.

“And if you ever touch my sister again I’ll break your arms,” Eric threatened in a dire tone that left no doubt in Tommy’s mind he was deadly serious.

Eric turned away, took his sister’s hand, and said, “C’mon, Zerra, let’s go home…”

It was at that moment the school counselor, Ms. Vale, walked around the corner and asked, “What is going on here?!?”

Richard saw his daughter’s coming tears and tried to forestall them by saying, “Honey, I know what Tommy did was wrong, and I’m not saying Eric shouldn’t have done something to stop it…but…”

“Richard,” Sarah admonished, “we’ve already been over this.”

“I know,” her husband grumbled before he fell silent and continued to eat.

“Sweetheart,” Sarah said as she turned her focus to her little pumpkin, Zerrafina, “all that matters right now is that you’re safe and sound. Hopefully Eric can learn from this and do better in the future.”

Her mother’s words seemed to have a soothing effect as Zerra visibly calmed. The eight year old girl seemed to ponder something very intensely for a moment.

“Eric’s the best brother ever!” Zerrafina suddenly declared, “And when I grow up I wanna marry him and be his wife!”

Richard choked on a mouthful of food, coughed, and laughed at the same time as he tried not to spit his dinner everywhere. Sarah joined in and laughed so hard she snorted twice. Eric’s face turned bright red with embarrassment as he looked over at his sister. With a child’s innocence she smiled at him with her biggest grin.

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Zerrafina stared wistfully at the framed family portrait from a decade ago. It had been taken only days after the “Tommy” incident. In the photograph Sarah and Richard smiled beautifically with their children in front. Each was dressed in what one would call “their Sunday best”. Sarah had a hand on her daughter’s shoulder while Richard did likewise with his son. Little Zerra had a seraphic smile on her face. Eric’s smile, however, looked a bit forced, the young boy still feeling a little raw at the time about his extended grounding. The picture evoked a mixture of emotions within the eighteen year old high school senior, and her eyes began to become misty.

“I will not cry,” she thought to herself as a lone tear rolled down her soft, youthful cheek to betray her intended stoicism.

It had been a mere two years since her parents had been taken from her, killed in a freak car accident while on their way home from a show in the city. The wound still hurt, and it had been a long, hard road to get to the point she didn’t cry herself to sleep most nights. That was but one thing of which the photograph reminded her.

“This is when I truly began to love Eric,” she mused. “Not like a sister loves a brother, but like a woman loves a man. I had no idea at the time, but this is when the seed was planted.”

Her wonderful brother, Eric, had always been there for her. He had always been her closest friend. No matter the span of years that separated their ages as they grew up Eric was never embarrassed to have his little sister tagging along. Even when they became teenagers he always had time to help her with her homework, or to help her memorize her cheerleading cheers, or even stay up late on weekends just talking about everything under the sun. Zerra’s brother was somewhat introverted and had never had a plethora of friends. She sometimes wondered if it was because she had monopolized all of his teenage years. Eric was personable enough and a great listener, but he never seemed to truly open up for anyone but his sister.

Most notably, though, he had been there for Zerra right after their parents had died. Only days after the terrible, life-altering accident the State decided it would be in Zerrafina’s best interest to move her into a foster home. This was despite the fact that her brother was eighteen at the time and of the legal age of majority. They had no other living relatives in the US, only an uncle in the military who was stationed in Germany and in no position to care for a sixteen year old girl he’d never met. Eric fought the State’s decision.

“Oh how Eric had fought,” Zerrafina recalled fondly.

With their parents barely laid to rest, and Eric himself no doubt feeling just as angry, stunned, lost, and confused as Zerra felt, he mounted a legal battle in court to gain custody over his sixteen year old sister. It had slot oyna taken months. Months of her being stuck knocking around a foster home with three other kids she didn’t know and two adults she understood even less. What got her through the roughest three months of her life was Eric’s frequent visits…and his promise.

“I will get you out of there,” he’d told her the day she was forced to move from her deceased parents’ home and into foster care.

Zerrafina most remembered that last court hearing. Eric had been unyielding in his stout refusal to back down from what must have been an incredibly daunting task for one still so young. The judge, despite Zerra’s own positive testimony on the stand, had been quite dubious at first, but Eric produced affidavits from past employers at his summer jobs who attested firmly to Eric being a fine and responsible young man.

Her brother showed piles of paperwork from the medium sized tech firm he and his sister had inherited upon their parents’ deaths, and explained the details of P&L statements, quarterly growth projections, estimated future demands, et al, ad nauseum to prove his financial stability. He outlined his plans to take a job in the software development department of his company as well as handle the leadership role. He expressed how he wanted to keep his sister in the private school she was attending for her own scholastic benefit as well as her future college prospects. Eric provided many other insightful details others might have overlooked that ultimately impressed the judge.

By the end of the hearing Eric had the judge practically eating out of his hand. Zerrafina had known her brother was smart, but it wasn’t until that day she understood just how intelligent he really was. He had done everything himself without a lawyer, and he had done it all perfectly. He knew things no average eighteen year old would know and had learned them quickly out of desire to protect his sister. The judge had gladly and without pause rubber-stamped his approval of Eric taking custody of his sister.

The pair were walking from the courthouse when Zerrafina asked, “How did you…? Why did you never have a lawyer?”

“Because,” Eric replied in ernest, turning to look at Zerra with that penetrating gaze of his and speaking words she would never forget, “no one in this world will ever care as much about you as I do.”

Zerrafina took one, last look at the old family photo before restoring it to it’s place on the cottage style nightstand to the left of her very stylish, white, four-poster canopy bed. She sighed, her heart a bit heavy from the bittersweet reminiscing.

“Oh, Eric…why did we have to be born brother and sister?”

As Zerrafina looked up she noticed the time.

“Oh gawd,” she bemoaned, “I’ve been staring at that picture for half an hour! I’m gonna be late!”

The teen stood up and bolted out of her bedroom and into the second floor, half-open hallway that overlooked the living room on the floor below. Turning to the left she headed for her bathroom that was two doors down. The bathroom…and the shower. She definitely needed a shower. Zerrafina was still wearing the white and blue cheerleader outfit from her practice earlier that day, and she felt sweaty and grimy.

In a rush she kicked off her shoes and stripped her socks, dropping both in the corner. Normally Zerra liked to keep her bathroom clean and tidy, but today was to be an exception due to her lateness. She could clean up tomorrow.

“Besides,” she thought, “Eric uses mom and dad’s old master bathroom. My mess shouldn’t bother him.”

Eric had insisted on it so Zerrafina wouldn’t have to walk through her parents’ old room to use the bathroom. She’d said it wasn’t fair to him, but he also insisted she deserved her privacy. Zerra had let Eric win that battle.

Next to go was the striped white and blue top with her school’s mascot on the front. The charging rhinoceros looked as though it were smashing through the chest of her cheerleader’s sweater. Zerra lifted it quickly over her head and flung it near the shoes. With a practiced motion she reached behind her back and unsnapped her pink, frilly bra with the flexibility that lithe, young, eighteen year old women possessed. The undergarment joined the growing pile. Zerra’s mature and sultry breasts swayed at the motion.

The teen gripped her cheerleader skirt and pink panties together with a hand on each side and pulled them down as she bent over. She casually kicked them with one foot behind her as she stood back up. They topped off her small hill of cheerleader’s clothing.

About to climb into the shower something made Zerrafina pause. Placing both hands on her hips amidst the spacious bathroom she stepped back and turned to the large mirror above the sink for a moment of self-indulgent vanity.

Long, cornsilk blonde, slightly wavy hair spilled down her back reaching all the way to the top of her firm, rounded, canlı casino siteleri and strikingly feminine buttocks. Brow-length bangs framed a pair of luminous, emerald green eyes that were set within the delicate, elfin features of her face. Zerra’s countenance had a sophisticated, adult beauty that fooled many into thinking she was in her early twenties and not an 18 year old. The teen’s 5′ 9″ tall body was thin and supple without being boney. She had an ample curvaceousness highlighted by a strong hint of muscle tone beneath her creamy, caressable skin. Two youthful, firm, and perfectly symmetrical C-cup breasts hung tautly from her chest. The perky nipples centered in her half-dollar sized areola had stiffened slightly in the cool air of the rest room.

“Dang I’m hawt,” she jokingly chuckled, though she’d been told on many occasions by would-be male suitors as well as her best girlfriend in school that she could easily be a model.

Zerrafina’s gaze moved down the mirror to her long, shapely legs. The wax job she’d given herself two days ago seemed to be holding up as no shaving was neccessary yet in that department. Her pussy was another matter. Zerra didn’t wax such a sensitive area. She preferring to shave instead. A week’s growth was more than she liked to be sporting. The young woman reached down and gingerly rubbed the short but quickly sprouting hairs that surrounded the sexy outer lips of her pretty vagina.

“This will never do,” Zerrafina decided firmly, time constraints be damned.

About six months prior, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, Zerra had been curious about what kind of woman Eric would like. He never dated much before their parents passed. The three girlfriends Eric had gone out with during his younger years never lasted more than a month, and three girls wasn’t much of a sampling. After their parents’ funeral Zerra never saw Eric with go out on a date with a woman let alone even talk with one on the phone who wasn’t a coworker. Even then he would only speak with them of work related matters sprinkled with occassional, meaningless small talk.

So she had gone on a bit of a hunt. After all, Eric must have needs. With her brother out of the house she snooped around his room to scout for any hidden porn. The teen had felt a twinge of conscience at searching for her brother’s masturbation material. Though she’d felt bad about invading his privacy Zerra’s curiosity was insatiable, and she just had to know. She’d started with the laptop sitting on his work desk, but it was clean as a whistle.

Searching elsewhere Zerrafina had been surprised to find a stash of porn dvds hidden in an old shoe box on the top shelf of Eric’s closet. Oddly enough they were burned dvds of the kind Eric must have compiled himself. Zerra had almost overlooked them as the discs were in plain, nondescript, and unmarked jewel cases. Each disc was labelled only with a date that probably denoted when Eric had created them. Zerra popped one in Eric’s laptop and discovered their true nature.

“How old school,” she’d laughed, delighted to discover her brother wasn’t a total stick in the mud when it came to sex.

She’d spent a couple hours watching and fast-forwarding through the videos to discover the vast majority of the women were completely clean-shaven down there. No small puff up above, no landing strips…nothing. Each porn starlette was tall, curvey, and most had blonde hair.

“Ooooh,” Zerrafina had thought with delight to herself back then, “Eric likes blondes.”

All of the sex scenes were pretty vanilla. What Zerrafina watched was all one man with one woman generally in more upscale environments. There was lots of foreplay building up in each segment to the eventual penetrative act itself.

Zerra had begun at the time to imagine Eric watching these on his laptop…visualize him unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. What would it look like? How big would it be? Her thoughts made her begin to feel a warm craving between her legs and she’d ended up masturbating to the thought of her brother jerking off to those videos.

She’d tried to put them back exactly as she’d found them, and Eric had never asked if she’d been in his stash. A couple of weeks later Zerra got extremely horny one day after school while Eric was still at work, and an impish impulse caused her to raid his hidden treasure again. The blonde imagined the sexed-up couples on Eric’s laptop screen were herself and her brother as she stroked and fondled herself to orgasm again while sitting in the computer chair in his room.

This had become a once or twice a week ritual for Zerrafina. Each time she did it she would fantasize about Eric walking in on her as she watched his porn. With her legs spread wide, her ankles propped on his work desk, and two fingers or her vibrator buried deep in her snatch she would envision all the possible scenarios.

She came back to the present while still staring at herself in the mirror. Zerrafina realized that at some point during her sexy thoughts about her brother and his well-hidden porn she’d begun to unknowingly slide two fingers up and down in-between her rapidly moistening inner lips.

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Saturday

I awoke to Heathers soft voice saying breakfast is almost ready, followed by a passionate kiss. What a great way to wake up. I went to the bathroom then joined Heather at the table for breakfast. She had fixed pancakes, sausage and coffee for breakfast. We planned things to do for Saturday and Sunday while we ate. We decided that we would spend the day on the strip so Heather could shop and I could find a sports book to place a Super bowl bet. We would return to the condo to get dressed for the evening and our limo ride to the Red Rock Casino. Once there we would have dinner and spend some time gambling.

Sunday we wanted to take a helicopter or airplane trip to the Grand Canyon and do a little more gambling. We finished breakfast, got dressed and headed out. Heather had on another short skirt and flimsy top. She would attract a lot of attention today. We stopped at the concierge and made arrangements for a small airplane ride to the Grand Canyon for Sunday afternoon and then caught the shuttle to the strip.

We spent the day looking at women things in the shops on the strip. Heather bought a red dress that hugged her body tightly and showed just a little cleavage. I made my super bowl bet and Heather drew a lot of attention with her short skirt and flimsy top on her super hot, tanned body. We returned to the condo about 5 to shower and get ready for the evening. Heather and I showered together again and that led to playing around and soon we were in bed, naked fucking our brains out. We finished fucking, had to take showers again, and were ready for the limo by 7:00. Heather wore her new, red dress and I wore Dockers and a dress shirt, no tie.

Carlos, the limo driver, was ready when we got to the limo parking spot. We had scheduled a return from the Red Rock at 11:00 that night. Carlos gave us a business card with the limo’s car phone number and asked us to call him if there was a change in plans. We arrived at the Red Rock. I gave Carlos a $20.00 tip and said we’ll see you at 11.

We had a good dinner, at the Terra Rossa Restaurant at the casino and about 9:00 we headed to the tables games. Heather wanted to play blackjack and I wanted to play “Let it Ride” so we split up. Heather picked a blackjack table so I could see her from my seat at the Let it Ride table.

The game of let it ride is fairly simple. You make 3 bets for the same amount of money and are dealt 3 cards. There will be 2 more common cards turned face up to give you a five card poker hand. The idea is to get a pair of 10’s or better to win. A pair of tens on better pays 1 to 1. Two pair pays 2 to 1, 3 of a kind pays 6 to 1 and so on. When you look at your 3 cards you have the option of pulling back one of your 3 equal bets. After all players at the table decide to pull back a bet or to let it ride, the first of the 2 common cards is turned over. Everyone get to choose to pull back the second of their 3 bets or to let it ride. The second common card is then revealed. The dealer goes around the table, in order, turning over every hand, one at a time, and paying off the winners or taking the remaining bet, or bets, from the losers. A simple enough game to understand, and easy to win a lot of money if you get a full house, straight, flush or four of a kind.

When I sat down there were 4 other players at the table and the seat to my right was empty. I put $200.00 on the table and got five dollar chips. The minimum bet at this table was $10.00. The first couple of hands I pulled back both of the bets I could and lost the third bet. Then I was dealt a pair of kings. I slipped the 3 cards under the left most of my three bets and when it was my turn told the dealer to let it ride. I didn’t get any help for the pair of kings in the 2 common cards but I still won $30.00. A 1 to 1 payoff on all 3 of my $10.00 bets. I would win a hand, lose a couple of hands then win another one.

I was holding my own for the first hour when a really hot young girl sat down in the empty seat next to me. She was dark haired, medium height, with a great body. She placed $500.00 on the table and asked for $25.00 chips. While the dealer was getting her chips and the pit boss checked out the dealers stacks of chips, I checked out the girl.

I had noticed an accent when she asked for $25.00 chips. I couldn’t help but notice that her blouse fell away from her chest revealing a pair of firm tits being supported by a lacy black bra that was almost see thru. Probably “B” cup size tits sitting high on her chest. She smiled when she saw me looking at her. She was very pretty. I was sitting next to a very hot young lady, with a nice pair of tits and I could see almost all of them. I glanced over at Heather and found her looking at me. She gave me the thumbs up signal.

The young lady smiled again and said, “My name in Sonja and I am from Russia.”

I replied, “My name is Tom, and I live in Ohio.”

That was a pretty lame response, but I was not prepared to meet any one at the gaming tables and she was hot.

Play resumed and I continued winning a hand or 2 and casino siteleri losing some hands. Sonja was making $25.00 bets. Sonja won a couple of hands in a row and increased her bets to $50.00. Between hands we chatted a little, and I looked at her tits. Sonja seemed to appreciate the attention. She was 26 years old and from Minsk, Russia. She had been in the U.S. on vacation for three weeks and it all ended tomorrow. She would catch an airplane at 1 o’clock for New York, change planes and head back to Russia. She was staying at the Red Rock, and had been there for 4 days. She had really enjoyed her vacation in the states. She had learned English in the Russian school system and spoke it almost flawlessly. Her accent was enchanting.

Heather came over to join me. She had lost all of her money at blackjack. I asked her if she wanted me to give her some money but she declined. I introduced her to Sonja. I couldn’t help but notice the two girls were checking each other out. It was 10:30 and Carlos wouldn’t be there until 11:00 so I told Heather I wanted to play some more. She said I’ll bring you good luck. I found out later how true that was.

I hit a losing streak and got down to $60 worth of chips. I placed three $20.00 bets and played the hand blind. I didn’t look at my three cards. I just placed them under the leftmost bet and let it ride. Heather asked why, I told her I didn’t want to see her standing so I would lose the last of my chips and we could get a drink before the limo came. She gave me that huge smile of hers and agreed. Sonja saw that huge smile and lit up like a Christmas tree. She had a great smile, too. I couldn’t help but notice that Heather was checking out Sonja’s tits, too.

The hand played out and the dealer turned over my cards. I had a pair of Jacks and won all three bets. I left the winnings next to my bets and played the next hand blind, with three $40.00 bets. Sonja was still betting $50.00. The second blind hand played out and the dealer turned my cards over. I had a pair of Aces and won $120. Sonja had a winning hand also. I turned to Heather and said this is my last hand, win or lose. I will bet all of my chips and when the hand is over we’ll get that drink. Sonja asked if she could join us and Heather looked at me.

I looked at Sonja’s tits and replied, “Of course.”

Heather and Sonja both had big smiles. I took another look down Sonja’s blouse.

Sonja left her winnings next to her bet also. My bets were $80.00 each and Sonja’s were $100.00 each. I again put my three cards under the leftmost stack of chips without looking at them. Sonja looked at hers and got real excited. She told the dealer to let it ride. The dealers won’t allow you to look at each others cards so I had no idea what Sonja was dealt. The dealer turned over a Jack on the first card. Sonja again told the dealer to let it ride. The second card the dealer turned over was another Jack. Sonja let out a loud yell and started jumping up and down. The dealer started around the table checking hands and collecting losing bets. When he got to Sonja he turned her hand over and we saw 3 nines. With the common cards being a pair of Jacks Sonja had a full house. That pays 11 to 1. Sonja had just won $3,300. The dealer had to call the pit boss over because of the big win. There was a delay as the pit boss got someone to check the video of our table to make sure she hadn’t cheated. Finally they stacked 33 black, $100 dollar chips in front of her. I got a huge hug and felt how firm those tits of hers were.

Now they came to my hand. I knew I had doubled my money because of the pair of Jacks that were common cards. When the dealer turned over my hand we discovered another pair of Jacks. I had 4 of a kind. I let out a loud scream, Heather was jumping up and down and Sonja gasped. Four of a kind pays 50 to 1. I had just won $12,000 dollars. The pit boss hadn’t left yet so he called to have the video checked out and they paid me off with thousand dollar chips. Sonja and I asked to be cashed out. We stood up and exchanged hugs all around with Heather and headed for the cashier.

Heather looked at her watch and said Carlos will be here in a minute. I’ll meet you at the main entrance, and she walked away.

Sonja asked “are you 2 married.”

I replied, “No, are you bi?”

Sonja laughed and replied, “With Heather, yes.”

I said, “Heather thinks you are hot.”

She immediately snuggled up against me and smiled as she said, “Good.”

Sonja then asked who Carlos was. I explained about the limo. Sonja asked if she could come with us. How could I say no to a very hot young lady that had pressed her body up against me like Sonja had?

Sonja said, “I want to make my last night in the U.S.A. a memorable one.”

The casino had sent a security guard with us to the cashier and he said he would accompany us to the limo. We cashed in our chips and headed for the main entrance. I had left the dealer a $100 tip, so I had $12,140. Sonja had $3,900.

Carlos and Heather were waiting when we got to the main entrance. slot oyna They were discussing a place for us to celebrate and how to get back to the condo. Carlos suggested a club in the Venice for celebrating and a taxi back to the condo if he couldn’t get us. He had other guests with promised rides. Heather and I agreed and Sonja went along with us. Heather looked at me funny when Sonja climbed in the limo first.

Once Sonja was in the limo Heather asked me what was up. I said, a threesome, I hope. Heather grinned from ear to ear. I told Heather to kiss her when she got into the limo. Heather flashed that huge smile and climbed into the back seat with Sonja. I sat in the rear facing seat in front of the girls. I wanted them to have lots of room for whatever was going to happen, and I wanted to watch. Carlos closed the door and climbed in behind the steering wheel. I asked him to close the sliding, privacy partition window for us. He did as asked.

When I turned back to the girls they were locked in a very passionate kiss. Sonja was going to have a memorable last night. She had Heather’s big left tit in her hand and her tongue in Heathers mouth. Heather was enjoying the attention and seemed lost in lust. When they finally broke the kiss Sonja left her hand on Heather’s breast.

I asked, “Should we pass on the night club?”

In unison the girls answered yes. I tapped on the partition for Carlos. He opened it up and I told him to take us back to the condo.

Carlos responded, “Yes sir.” I reached over and started to softly caress Sonja’s leg. She was wearing shorts so there was plenty of leg to caress. She gave me a sweet smile then turned back to Heather for another kiss. I continued softly stroking Sonja’s leg while they kissed. I moved up to her firm inner thigh and got a consenting murmur from Sonja. Heather seemed content to let Sonja take the lead in their making out. Sonja let go of Heather’s tit and moved her hand down under Heather’s red dress and slid it up her taut, tanned thighs. Sonja very lightly moved her hand up Heather’s bare thigh as far as she could go. Heather lifted her ass off of the seat and Sonja slipped the red dress up to Heather’s waist and ever so lightly touched Heather’s slit through her thong. Now it was Heather’s turn to moan contentedly. I watched as Heather started to push her pussy towards Sonja’s hand. Heather was getting very turned on, as was Sonja, and I was getting hard watching.

Sonja’s shorts were getting in my way so I asked her to get undressed. She unbuttoned the top button on her shorts and unzipped them without breaking the kiss with Heather. She lifted her body up off of the seat so I could pull her shorts off. Sonja wasn’t wearing panties and was clean shaven. Her lower abdomen was pale white while her legs were tanned a nice dark shade. Heather had reached over and started playing with Sonja’s tits. Sonja had pushed Heathers thong aside and was busy sliding a finger in and out of Heather’s slippery wet hole. My cock was rock hard and I had to unzip my Dockers and make room in my pants for its full, hard length. The girls never noticed and that was fine with me.

I resumed my light caressing of Sonja’s thigh. I traced small circles around her firm thighs working my way further and further up her leg. When I grazed Sonja’s pussy lips with the back of my fingers she shivered and gave me another contented sound. She spread her legs further apart to allow me easier access and I took advantage of the situation. I repositioned my hand so I could finger her slit and stroke her clit. Sonja’s slit was soaking wet and I guessed Heather’s was the same. I was just about to slide a finger into Sonja’s pussy when I realized the limo was turning into the condo building driveway.

I told the girls it was time to get dressed so we could walk through the lobby to the elevators. Sonja seemed disappointed but pulled her shorts back up and fastened them. Heather pulled her now wrinkled dress back down to where it needed to be and I zipped my Dockers. By the time Carlos opened the back door the three of us were presentable. Carlos had to see the wrinkled dress. I gave Carlos another $20.00 tip.

He smiled, nodded his head toward the girls and said, “All right”

The thought crossed my mind that maybe the privacy partition between the driver and the back wasn’t so private after all.

We quickly got on an elevator to get to our room. Sonja looked at me, smiled and leaned in for a passionate kiss. We broke the kiss as the elevator door opened.

“We didn’t mean to leave you out,” she said.

“I was enjoying myself watching you two and playing between your legs,” I replied.

She gave me a huge smile as we headed for our room. I put my hand on Sonja’s cute little ass as we walked down the hall. She responded by unbuttoning her blouse so we could have a good look at her pert, firm tits. Heather was smiling her really big smile in anticipation of things to come. Once inside the room I gave Sonja a deep, French kiss and helped her out of her blouse and bra.

I broke the canlı casino siteleri kiss and told her to take off her shorts and head for the bedroom. I then pulled Heather in close to me and kissed her. I asked if she was all right with this and she giggled and told me she wanted Sonja from the moment she first she saw her walking through the casino.

Heather said. “She exudes sexuality.”

I kissed her and helped her out of her dress and underwear and told her to go take what she wanted. She almost ran into the bedroom.

I headed to the built in safe in the broom closet to stash the $12,000 cash from the casino. After all Sonja was a stranger, even if she had asked to join us before we hit the big payouts. I was wondering why a young woman like her would take up with two 43 year olds.

When I got to the bedroom, fully clothed, the girls were standing in the middle of the room locked in a passionate embrace. Sonja’s hands were continually moving over Heather’s body. From her ass, to her back, to her head then around front to her tits and finally her soppy wet pussy. Heather was moaning and ready to have a big orgasm. She had one hand between Sonja’s legs and the other wrapped around Sonja’s head mashing their lips together. I watched for a couple of minutes and my dick got hard. I slowly removed all of my clothes and sat down in the chair to watch.

Sonja had inserted a finger into Heather’s pussy and was sliding it in and out. She had also dropped her mouth to the nearest tit and was sucking hard on it. What a great sight, two gorgeous girls, naked, and making mad, passionate love while I watched. Heather started to moan loudly and her body started shivering so I knew she was starting to cum. I was afraid she would lose her balance and fall over so I stood behind her and put my hands around her waist. Heather leaned back into me pulling Sonja with her. I wrapped my arms around Heather without interfering with what Sonja was doing. My steel hard cock was pressing against Heather’s fine ass. Heather’s orgasm intensified and her body started to go rigid. I picked her up and carefully laid her on the king sized bed.

Heather’s body stretched out as much as it could and went rigid as she usually did. Sonja was somewhat taken aback by this behavior. I told her it was normal for Heather, and no, most girls in the U.S.A. don’t react to an orgasm that way. I reached for her and kissed her. She could feel my hard cock against her abdomen and moved her body back and forth against it.

Sonja said, “Can I have that?”

I replied, “Of course, bend over the bed and lick Heather’s pussy and I’ll give it to you.”

Heather was starting to come down from her orgasm and slid her body down the bed far enough for Sonja to reach her vagina. Sonja did as instructed and started licking and kissing Heather’s slit and clit. I knelt behind Sonja and did the same to her. She was soaking wet and my tongue was licking up the tasty juices that were running down her legs. I licked her clit with side to side licks that made Sonja squirm. When I slid my tongue into Sonja’s opening she started to shiver. I tongue fucked her pussy and caressed the backs of her legs. I reached up to get my first feel of those tits that looked so good in the casino and found that they were as firm as they looked, with large, hard nipples. All of this time Sonja was continuing to work on Heather’s cunt with her lips and tongue. Heather was building up to another climax.

I had to get my cock into this hot, lusty lady so I stood up and rubbed the head against her pussy lips. Sonja reacted by pushing back at me with her ass, trying to capture my dick in her pussy. I playfully smacked her ass and told her to stand still so I could bury my cock in her. Sonja stood completely still and I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. Her shivering became very pronounced and she was moaning low in her throat. Slowly my cock disappeared into her slippery love tunnel. Sonja had a nice tight pussy, wet and warm, and gripping the full length of my cock. It had been a long time since I had sex with a lady this young and couldn’t remember that tightness. Sonja was ready to cum after all of the time she had spent on Heather and Heather was ready to cum because of Sonja. I was hard and ready to spend a lot of time fucking both girls. I started pumping in and out of that hot Russian girl’s pussy, using a slow deliberate rhythm. When I was pushing in Sonja was forced up against Heather’s hot box. Heather loved it and started to mumble thing that we couldn’t understand. When I pulled back both Sonja and Heather had a chance to recover for a second before the next in stroke.

I reached around Sonja’s body and grabbed a tit in each hand and slammed my cock into her hard. She started crying as her orgasm started. Heathers pussy lips were crushed by the hard force of my movement against Sonja and she went off, too. Both girls were cumming and I had just gotten started. I held Sonja tight with my cock buried as deep as possible inside her while they both rode out their climax. Heather went stiff again which made it hard for Sonja to maintain contact with her. I pulled Sonja upright against me still buried inside her. I kissed the back of her neck and caressed her high, firm breasts to maintain her orgasm longer.

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