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Waiting a moment in the hallway before knocking, I wiped my sweaty palms on my denim skirt—a general sense of unease is becoming a steady presence in my life, these days. Classes are just killing me; I used to be a stellar student and now I just have no motivation—Spanish is the worst. That’s why I wanted to talk to Professor Chavez; not that he’d say anything terribly useful, because he thinks I’m doing fairly well, but I know that with some professors, if you show that you really care about the class, they’ll cut you some slack. Besides that, he had asked me to come when I was done with my day’s classes. Great.

The frame of the door sounded hollow and cheap as I rapped on Professor Chavez’s office door. He promptly came to the door and greeted me, ushering me into the room. I took to my usual spot, standing next to the bookshelf and setting my backpack down on the floor as I watched him close the door and take to sitting on his desk, as was custom. It had to have been the sixth time this semester I’ve gone in to get some reassurance and advice from him.

“Julia, thank you for coming, I wanted to talk about something…from your test,” he said, looking somewhat troubled. I was somewhat surprised that he was using English—he always jokes that he’s not very comfortable with it or doesn’t understand it—but simultaneously I was relieved, because I could barely think in English right now, let alone Spanish.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sure I did horribly on it, I just don’t understand these tenses we’re working on right now. I mean, I understand the conditional and the future, but once we get into pluperfect subjunctive and that, I don’t even know what they look like, no matter how hard I study, and…” I sighed in resigned frustration.

He just kindof smiled at me and shook his head. He seemed to think about it for a moment, running his hand through his almost-graying hair. Fourty-four is treating him very well, I have to admit. My whole class can’t figure out why he is single: he’s an attractive man, he likes to cook, he’s very smart, and he has a knockout accent. Snapping me out of my musings, he replied, “Julia, you did fairly well on the test. You’re right, you could stand to review the different tenses, but these things come with time. Just think of how much progress you’ve made in dealing with the preterit and imperfect—you use them well in your speech, now, not just in writing. You’re making good progress.” He paused for a moment, seeming troubled. I stayed silent a few moments.

Finally, he voiced what was on his mind; “Julia, it’s the composition portion of the test I need to…clarify.” He kindof grinned at me—what IS it about Latin American men’s smiles that just makes me melt? And it didn’t help that he was wearing my favourite pair of black Wranglers that did such good things for his ass.

I kindof blushed—the essay topic was on tattoos and piercings, talking about an experience we have had in getting any body modification done. I don’t know WHY I chose to write what I did, because I have plenty of examples to choose from: my piercer knows me by name. They’re all very tasteful, mind you—my tongue is the most daring piercing I have that people can regularly see, since nose piercing and anything in your ears is totally commonplace now. But for some reason I had opted to write about my nipple-piercing experience, probably because they’re my favourite piercings. I knew he’d read it, but I didn’t think I’d have to talk to him about it much. Trying not to look embarrassed, I asked, “What can I clarify for you?” I felt my ears turning red and I went kindof cold…I hate it when my body betrays me like that.

He looked around the ceiling for a moment, thinking. He really seemed kindof torn for some reason. Finally, he took a deep breath and explained, “Well, I…you don’t have to answer this or…or whatever, if you don’t want to, because I know I shouldn’t ask, but I just couldn’t help but ask if…can I…see them?”

My mind was a whirlwind. I have been lusting after the man all semester, but I had no intentions of acting on that. I mean, I’m so inexperienced, erotik film izle so I’m really prone to making an idiot out of myself, and I’m really self-conscious. And he’s twice my age, not to mention my professor!

I didn’t even really have time to think about it before my answer was coming out of my mouth; I felt as if I had no control at the time, and I just nodded an affirmative as I began to unbutton my shirt. I kindof fumbled with the buttons because I was shaking a bit, and I was still utterly conflicted. I didn’t know what I was supposed to think…so I guess I stopped trying.

As I finally got my buttons un-done, I unclasped my bra—I just happened to choose my favourite front-clasp this morning, so as I was standing in my professor’s office baring my breasts to him, I didn’t have to take my shirt or bra off (quite the convenient coincidence).

He kindof gasped, and I didn’t know how to take it. I mean, I just wanted to make him happy, honestly. I felt as if we stood there for at least ten minutes, with him staring at the barbells through my nipples and me staring at the look in his eyes…I had never seen that look before from anyone, let alone him. I can’t even explain the effect it had on me…I felt very vulnerable, and at the same time very strong, and I could see that he had a similar mix of feelings running through his mind.

After thinking about this situation for a moment, I realized that I had an opportunity. This could turn out to be a very memorable experience—not that it wasn’t already a memory that would be ingrained in my mind forever—and I made a decision. I took a bit of a plunge and ran my hand up my stomach and lightly caressed my nipple with my thumb. Biting my lower lip, I looked to him for his reaction.

He licked his lips and seemed torn once again before asking me tentatively, “can I…touch them?”

I didn’t hesitate this time before taking two steps toward him and nodding. The sensation of his surprisingly soft hands grazing over my breasts, over my nipples…it gave me courage in exchange for my conscience. I leaned over slightly and tilted his chin up, kissing him lightly—I had been wanting to do that for months, and it was better than I had imagined. With him being so close, I could smell his cologne, I could feel the warmth of his mouth on mine, and I almost went weak. He, however, seemed to find some inner source of resolve, for the touch of his hands became a bit more insistent and the depth of our kisses went from tender to passionate.

He began to kiss down my neck a bit, taking his time but remaining eager. I stood straight and tilted my head back to allow him better access as I shrugged my shoulders to let both my shirt and my bra flutter to the floor. I ran my hands over his shoulders as he reached what must have been heaven—I can’t even imagine there being anything better than the sensation of his tongue flicking my sensitive nipples, one and then the other. I suppressed a moan—we were right next door to the department office, and if one of the secretaries overheard the department chair engaged as he was with a student…we’d be in trouble, doubtless.

“Professor, I…” I began.

“Call me Roberto, all of the other students do,” he interrupted in a brief intermission from his masterful work on my breasts.

“Roberto, you’re not going to regret this, are you?” I said. I didn’t want this experience to be clouded by having some awkwardness in class or something. The last thing I wanted on this planet was for him to stop, but I still felt I should make sure.

He paused a moment and stood. He was so close to me, I could feel his cock through both his and my layers of jeans. He was only an inch or two taller than I, but it was enough; I felt very safe standing there just then. “Julia, if anyone would regret this, it would be you; I have nothing to worry about as long as no one important knows. I won’t regret a minute of this as long as you’re okay with everything.” He looked deeply into my eyes—I couldn’t maintain his gaze for more than a couple of seconds, so I broke it with a short kiss, film izle running my hands over his chest through his dress shirt. His hands wandered over my bare back to rest on my ass.

“I’ll tell you if I’m not comfortable with something.” I replied, breathlessly.

With that, he kissed me again and we traded places, with me sitting on the desk. As he resumed licking and kissing my breasts, I pulled up my skirt, wanting desperately to know what his mouth would be like elsewhere. Sensing this, he ran his hand along my leg, caressing the inside of my thigh and then over the thong that was my underwear. He stifled a moan at the discovery that I was utterly soaked. I kindof blushed, but at the same time, my brain was fogged with lust, and I had nothing on my mind but him.

He ran his fingers along my outer labia through my underwear before moving them to the side and lightly stroking my clitoris, all the while alternating from my left nipple to my right, wiggling the little barbells with his tongue, which was driving me crazy. Part of me wanted the moment to last forever, but I spread my legs a little wider, wordlessly begging him for more. He slid one finger, then two into my pussy and stroked for a minute to get me to loosen up a little bit—I had never been with a man before, and I think he sensed that.

After a few moments, he took his fingers out of my cunt and I grabbed his hand and began sucking on his fingers—I have always loved the way that I taste, but the added dimension of his touch on my body was driving me crazy—I knew I needed something more.

“Roberto, can I ask you a favour?” I asked somewhat breathily as he returned his hand to stroking my clit.
“Sure,” he said nodding.

“I…I want you to fuck me, but I’m still technically a virgin when it comes to men, and I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to lose that in this situation.” Thinking back on it now, NOTHING we had done was appropriate, but my mind’s ability to comprehend logical reasoning had slipped away long before.

“Just with men, eh?” He said with a grin. I grinned back at him and blushed momentarily as he continued, “Do you want me to stop, or…” he slipped his well-lubricated fingers down a bit and pressed ever so lightly on my tight asshole.

I gasped a bit and whispered a moan before saying, “No, don’t stop! God, man, please don’t stop. If…if it’s okay with you…I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

He instantly grinned and kissed me quickly and deeply. He was still applying some pressure to my asshole as he stroked my clit with his thumb; it didn’t take me long to loosen up enough to allow his finger to venture into my tight, warm ass. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I wanted more.

He paused for a moment and grabbed some lotion from the drawer of the desk on which I was sitting (I actually had to move my leg to allow him access, being that my legs were spread out to the drawers). He flipped the cap and squeezed a bit onto his finger that was in my asshole and worked it around and in with ease before slipping in a second finger. I gasped a little at the increased pressure in my backdoor, but it was quickly as easy as the first had been. This whole process seemed very foreign to me, but I…I needed it. I don’t think it was just my lust that I had been nursing for the last two months for him. And I don’t think it was just a need to get laid in some form or another. It was as if everything could have been thrown away in exchange for the next five minutes of my life—I’ve never felt that way about anything before.

“Roberto,” I gasped, “I need you…I need your cock in me…”

“Then turn around, rest your hands on the desk, and relax for me,” he said. I complied and pulled my skirt up to my waist, giving him a better view of his work.

I could tell he wasn’t exactly a virgin at this; he seemed to know my body better than I did. I could hear his pants unzipping and I felt somewhat guilty that I hadn’t paid his cock much attention—in fact I hadn’t yet seen it. But in the back of my mind, I was hoping this wouldn’t be the last seks filmi izle time and I’d get to try something new with him; maybe I could repay him this divine favour at a later date.

At any rate, I glanced back and saw that his cock had definitely been straining to escape its confinement for some time—it looked huge to me, considering how big his two fingers had felt inside of me, but I trusted him, and I knew he’d take it slowly. He added some lotion to the pre-cum that had formed at the tip and before I had time to get nervous, he had pulled my thong to the side and his cock was at the entrance to my asshole, applying pressure slowly but without hesitation.

For a split second, I was worried it wouldn’t fit, but I took a deep breath and the moment I pushed back against him, the head of his cock slipped into my asshole. I gasped slightly, getting used to that slight pain and intense pleasure as he pressed onward, managing another inch of his cock into the tight passageway. It was frustratingly slow, but at the same time I knew that he didn’t want to hurt me, and I felt strangely at ease. He ran his hands along my bare back, rubbing my shoulders and occasionally slipping down to rub my thighs and clit while all the while pressing forward with his hips. I replied by pushing in kind; a whimper or two escaped my lips as his cock reached placed in my ass that I had never known could feel so good.

After what couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes, I could feel that his cock was fully inserted into my ass—his hips were right against my ass cheeks, his legs against mine…I had never felt so sexy.

Then Roberto began to stroke deeply in and out of my ass, all the while whispering calming sentiments in a mix of Spanish and English into my ear—it was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard: “Cálmate, chica, tienes que relajar…you’re so beautiful, me haces volverme loco.” It certainly didn’t take me long before I was bouncing back and forth, suppressing moans of an insistent, needy pleasure. I couldn’t imagine the experience his hands had, to know my skin so well. Our pace was a flurry of mounting intensity before I felt him come in my ass, a jet of warmth accompanied by a barely-quieted moan. I came not long after, with my Spanish professor’s dick in my ass and fingers on my clit—definitely not something I’ll forget any time soon.

We took a moment to catch our breath before he pulled out of my rear. My thong slipped back into place, but didn’t do much to keep his cum from seeping out of my asshole, definitely an unusual feeling. I slipped my skirt back down and straightened it as he resituated his jeans as well.

As I was slipping my bra on, there was a knock at the door—I freaked out and frantically whipped my shirt on, trying to button it as Roberto stalled a moment: “Un momento, por favor.” He ran his hands through his hair and opened the door just as I straightened out my shirt and tucked my hair behind my ear, trying to act casual, which I suck at.

From behind the door I could hear María Carlton, my Spanish professor from last year. A middle-aged blonde woman, she carried herself as if she had just done something very similar to what I had just done—she sounded kindof sultry, just then, as she handed Roberto a manila envelope.

“Here are the surveys from the 212 polls, Roberto,” she said.

“Gracias, María—I’ll check them out this weekend. Chau.”

Waving goodbye to her, he closed the door and grinned, relieved. I turned beet red, mortified that we had almost been caught—he was obviously a more thrill-seeking soul than I. He took a step toward me, tilted my head up with his fingertips and kissed me sweetly. I twined my arms around his neck and enjoyed the moment, hoping it wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

Breaking off the kiss, he tucked my bangs behind my ear and cupped my cheek in his palm, grazing his thumb over my cheekbone. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I shouldn’t have let this happen…”

Interrupting his gratuitous apologies, I slipped my hands into his back pockets and grinned. “Can we do it again, sometime?” I said with a wink. He made me swoon with a boyish grin and kindof nodded before kissing my cheek and letting me out to the hallway. The feeling of his cum slowly sliding out of my ass as I left his office was priceless.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Jerry Travis was a pretty normal guy. He’d just turned fifty-two, was in good health, and worked as a regional manager for a large trucking company that gave him a good living. Just under six feet tall, Jerry wore more of his 185 pounds around his waist than he would prefer, but was certainly not fat. He had mostly salt and a little pepper thinning hair, and had recently started sporting a short scruff beard. Jerry’s brown eyes were surrounded by crow’s feet, and he projected a confident, masculine air.

Softball was a big part of Jerry’s life for almost twenty-three years. His daughters all played ball, and he’d coached ball for seventeen years. Jerry loved the game, and had been very successful as a coach. It was exhausting at times, but Jerry kept at it although it took most of his time.

Enough of his time that softball contributed to the downfall of his marriage. After years of complaining that Jerry didn’t spend enough time with her, Jerry’s ex Sherry divorced him and took up with one of her co-workers.

The jolt of the divorce almost made Jerry quit coaching, but his sister begged him to continue so he could coach her daughter. Jerry agreed, and spent four more years shepherding his niece Lauren on the ballfield until she decided to quit playing to focus on school.

One of the things that made Jerry such a good ball coach was that he genuinely cared about his players. Jerry learned their names before the first practice, gave praise where it was due, and criticism when necessary. He didn’t tolerate any unsportsmanlike conduct, insisted that his girls hustle, made sure that everyone was on time for practices and games, and rewarded effort more than results.

Through the years word had gotten around about Jerry’s abilities to lead. His teams won many championships, and Jerry reaped the blessings of having many of the best players wanting to play for him. His players were by and large fiercely loyal to him, and the parents more so.

Jerry coached literally hundreds of girls during his career. Many of his girls went on to play college ball. Some even became coaches. While coaching had in some ways cost him his family, Jerry felt very proud that he’d had such a positive impact on so many young ladies.

Gayle Dixon was one of Jerry’s players. Jerry started coaching her when Gayle was eleven. Gayle was one of the fastest players Jerry had ever worked with. Jerry turned the natural right-hander around at the plate, working with her to become a slapper. In her second season with Jerry, Gayle moved from substitute to leadoff hitter and shortstop.

For her first three years with Jerry, Gayle was a model player. She did everything she was asked to do, and looked to have a promising future if she decided to continue to play ball.

But things started to unravel when Gayle turned fourteen. Gayle’s parents had split years ago, and as she entered her teenage years Gayle’s mom had a hard time dealing with Gayle’s ever-increasing rebellious streak. As Gayle changed from a girl to a young woman, things got even worse. She began actively seeking the attention of boys, and her focus on school and softball waned.

While Gayle was fourteen, there was an incident that caused one of the worst problems Jerry had ever had as a coach. Jerry’s catcher, Katie, had left her equipment bag with rest of the team’s in a big pile at a tournament. Someone stole $45 that Katie had in her bag, and a couple of the player’s accused Gayle.

Jerry listened to the complaints from players and parents, but decided that there wasn’t enough evidence to be sure it was Gayle. There were some bitter feelings after this, and the season ended on a sour note.

The next season Katie and two other players didn’t return to Jerry’s team. Jerry wondered about if he’d made the right decision about the missing money. Gayle was a handful that year. She played lights out softball, but went missing at times running off to chase boys. Having seen this many times before, Jerry knew that Gayle was about done as a player. The team went on to have a strong season.

When the season ended, Jerry’s niece Lauren tearfully came to him and told him that she wouldn’t be playing any more. Lauren knew her limits as a softball player, and told Jerry that she needed to focus on school. “Coach, there’s no way I’m going to get a scholarship to a good D1 school playing ball. I want to become a vet,” Lauren told him through her tears.

Lauren’s retirement relieved Jerry of his promise to his sister, and Jerry decided to retire from coaching. While he no longer saw Gayle on the ballfield, Jerry did see Gayle from time to time. Jerry was always invited and attended Gayle’s birthday parties, and Gayle always screamed loudly and hugged Jerry when she saw him. Jerry enjoyed seeing Gayle and many of his other players.

Jerry’s sister had a pool party for Lauren’s eighteenth birthday. When Jerry got to the party, he went out back where there were lots of people grilling, splashing and having a good time. As he walked towards the pool area he heard a shriek.

“Coach!!” erotik film izle Gayle swam to the edge of the in-ground pool and climbed out. As was normal, Gayle rushed to Jerry and hugged him. Jerry took a step back, having gotten wet from Gayle’s embrace. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Gayle said realizing how wet she’d gotten Jerry. She grabbed a towel and patted his chest. She kept patting him downwards, and for the briefest of moments Jerry felt her hand on his crotch. She smiled at him and said, “I always get excited to see you, Coach.” She gave him the towel, and jumped back into the pool.

Looking around it seemed that no one had noticed, which relieved Jerry. Stunned and a bit unsure as to what had just happened, Jerry decided he needed a beer. As he mixed with the party-goers, Jerry took a look at Gayle.

A year older than Lauren, Gayle had several tattoos, including a tramp stamp. Gayle was about 5’6″ tall, and had long light brown hair with some light streaks. Gayle wasn’t very busty, but wasn’t flat-chested either. Her bikini bottom covered her backside, but the front was impossibly small. Jerry shook his head, saying to himself, “Cut that shit out now.”

As the party continued, Jerry found himself sneaking peeks at Gayle. Gayle was sitting on the side of the pool with her legs in the water talking with a couple of friends who were in the pool. Jerry was walking around the pool across from Gayle and snuck a glance at her. Gayle noticed his look and smiled at him, looking directly towards his eyes. She tossed her wet hair from one side to the other then adjusted her bikini top.

Later Jerry standing off away from the crowd when he felt a warm hand on his lower back. “Here you are,” Gayle smiled at him. She’d changed to a pair of short shorts and a loose fitting halter top. “I made this and I want you to try it.” She held up a cracker with some dip on it. Jerry took the snack from Gayle and popped it in his mouth.

While he was chewing his eyes were drawn to Gayle’s chest. Her nipples poked against the satiny top making it obvious that she was braless. “Do you like it, Coach?” she asked.

“Yeah, good stuff,” Jerry replied. Gayle smiled at him and tossed her hair back.

“I’m glad you like my stuff.” Was that innocent or innuendo Jerry wondered, worried that she’d caught him looking at her tits. Gayle reached over and took the longneck beer out of Jerry’s hand. Before he could protest, Gayle took a deep pull and handed it back to him. “SShhhh, I won’t tell if you won’t, Coach.” Their eyes locked for a moment, and then Gayle scooted off.

This exchange stayed with Jerry, and he sometimes asked himself, “If…” Jerry kept track of Gayle via Facebook, and saw that she was a wild child. There were several pictures of her drinking and partying with her friends on her feed.

The only downside to Jerry’s job was that he had to travel. Jerry greatly preferred the comfort of his own home, but spending a few days in a hotel wasn’t the worst thing that could happen.

After inspecting the terminal in Savannah and finding that it was running smoothly, Jerry went looking for a place to have some dinner. Knowing that the Women’s College World Series was happening, Jerry decided to head to the TGI Friday’s where he could hopefully watch some softball.

Years removed from coaching, Jerry still loved the game. Pulling into the parking lot, he reached in his back seat to grab his jacket- the rain had started coming down. Jerry maneuvered himself to a booth so he had a good view of a big screen where Michigan and Arizona were playing in Oklahoma City.

The rain really started to cut loose, and the noise made it impossible for him to hear the play by play of the game. Not that he needed it- Jerry had no problem following what was happening just from reading the on-screen information. A waiter came by, and Jerry ordered a burger and beer.

While he was waiting for his food, Jerry heard some loud laughter behind him. He turned to see what was up, and saw a group of five young ladies all in green scrubs getting ready to leave. Jerry thought he’d recognized one of the voices, but couldn’t place it right away. A second later, he heard, “COACH!”

Gayle left her girlfriends and ran to his table. He stood to greet her, and she hugged him. Looking at her outfit he asked, “STC?”

“Savannah Technical College. I’m studying to be a dental assistant.” Gayle looked good, even in the plain scrubs.

“That’s great, Gayle,” Jerry replied.

“What are you here for?” Gayle asked.

“On business. I’ll be heading home tomorrow afternoon.”

There was a short pause, then Gayle said, “I was just having a drink with the girls before I went home.” Gayle smiled at him, smoothed her top out, and tossed her hair back.

Jerry felt a bit warm. Gayle looked at Jerry and said, “I miss seeing you. You left the party before I got to say good-bye.”

“Something came up and I needed to go.” Jerry saw Gayle’s friends looking at her and said, “Looks like your friends are waiting.”

Gayle film izle looked at Jerry for a long second, and then said, “Yeah, don’t want to keep them waiting. See you, Coach!” Gayle turned and went back to her friends. Jerry watched her go, both somewhat relieved and disappointed. He sat back down in his booth.

A couple of minutes later Jerry was surprised when Gayle slid into the booth across from him. “I told my friends that I didn’t want to drive in the rain and that I’d catch up with them later.”

Just then the waiter arrived with Jerry’s food and drink. Jerry looked at Gayle and said, “Want something?”

Without missing a beat, Gayle asked the waiter for a Long Island Ice Tea. Jerry raised his eyebrows at her, and Gayle said, “I love those- you can’t taste the liquor and they always get me smashed.”

While Jerry ate his burger, Gayle peppered him with questions. “How’s Lauren?” “What exactly do you do at work?” “How long does it take you to get home?” Jerry kept his answers short, peeked at the game on the TV, and tried to stay polite.

As Gayle’s Long Island Ice Tea disappeared, the tone of her questions changed. “How long have you been divorced?” “Do you live alone?” “Do you have a girlfriend?” Jerry answered. “Long time now.” “Yes, but my dogs keep me company.” “No girlfriends.”

Gayle’s questions left Jerry feeling unsettled. He felt like he was auditioning for something. At one point Gayle noticed Jerry looking at her nose piercing. “I think it’s kinda rebellious and cool. I have other piercings too.” Gayle looked at Jerry to gauge his response. Upping the ante, Gayle stuck her tongue out.

Jerry gave her an awkward grin. “That’s, uhh, nice.”

Gayle giggled back and him and took another sip from her drink. “So I’ve been told.”

For the next ten minutes Gayle kept pressing the issue, flirting without being blatant about it. She still had plausible deniability. Jerry felt an urge in his groin that was growing. He was having an increasingly difficult time balancing caution and lust.

Jerry finished his burger and gulped down the rest of his beer. Gayle was almost done with her Long Island Ice Tea. Jerry noted her broad mouth with thin lips, blue eyes and strong chin. He wondered what she would look like with his cock in her mouth.

Snapping out of it Jerry asked if Gayle wanted anything else. She slurped the rest of her drink and said, “No.”

Jerry paid the bill and grabbed his jacket. “You live far from here?” he asked.

“Just on the other side of town,” Gayle replied.

It was raining cats and dogs. “You sure you’re going to be OK driving in this?” Jerry was equally concerned about her driving in the rain and under the influence.

“I’m fine.”

“At least let me walk you to your car.”

“Thanks. I just need to go potty first. Do you mind waiting?”

After she returned from the restroom they walked to the exit. “Where are you parked?” Jerry asked. Gayle pointed to a red Camaro that was on the opposite side of the lot from Jerry’s F150.

Jerry held his jacket up like an umbrella and they dashed to Gayle’s car. When they got there Gayle fumbled with her purse and opened the door. Turning from Jerry she leaned in for a second and then turned back towards Jerry.

Hugging him while he held his jacket up to protect them from the rain, Gayle stepped in close to Jerry and wrapped her arms around his waist. Then she staggered back and bumped the car door closed with her hip.

She tried to open the door but it had locked. “Oh shit!” she exclaimed. She ran around to the passenger side door but it was locked too.

“OH MY GOD COACH I JUST LOCKED MYSELF OUT! What are we going to do?” Jerry tried the door but it wouldn’t open.

“Come on with me,” Jerry said. They ran across the lot to Jerry’s truck. Jerry opened the door and got Gayle inside. He then ran to the driver’s side and climbed in.

“Who can you call to come and bring you some keys?” Jerry asked.

“No one- my phone is in my purse. My roommate is out of town and doesn’t get back until tomorrow morning.” Gayle was soaking, and so was Jerry. He gave her his jacket and started his truck. “Coach, I don’t know what to do,” Gayle said softly, wiping the hair from her face.

“Guess you’re coming with me, young lady,” Jerry said somewhat resolutely.

“If you say so, Coach,” Gayle smiled at him, almost with intent.

The short ride to the Marriot went quickly, and there was tension in the air. When they arrived, Jerry said, “C’mon, let’s get inside where it’s dry and try to figure this out.” He grabbed his briefcase from the back of the truck and led Gayle inside, holding her by the inside of her left elbow.

As they rode the elevator up, Gayle looked at Jerry and said, “I’m sorry about this Coach.” She looked like she was about in tears.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetie. We all make mistakes.” Gayle looked at Jerry and smiled. Jerry was glad he could make her feel better.

Jerry opened the room and moved to set his briefcase down. Gayle went seks filmi izle to the bathroom and emerged with a towel around her head turban-style. She was carrying a second towel, and walked over next to Jerry. “Looks like I got you wet again, Coach.”

Holding the towel in both hands, she patted Jerry’s face dry. They both were soaked from the rain. She rubbed Jerry’s chest some, looked Jerry straight in the eyes and said, “Let me take care of you, Coach.” Jerry felt himself stirring quickly, and Gayle once again dropped her hands between his legs.

This time there was no mistaking her intentions. Gayle’s hands rubbed his groin. “This feels nice, Coach.” She held Jerry’s balls in her left hand and stroked the outline of his growing cock with her right. Despite wearing green scrubs, having her hair up in a towel, and waterlogged makeup, Gayle looked alluring.

Jerry looked at Gayle, less than half his age, ready and willing. But he still didn’t feel right about the situation. Something wasn’t right. He took the towel from her and said, “Gayle, wait a minute.”

“Wait for what, Coach. I’ve seen how you look at me. Don’t tell me you don’t want me.” She stood with her hands on her hips, shoulders back.

“It’s not that, it’s just, just…”

“Just what, Coach?” Irritation had crept into her voice.

“Gimme a minute to figure this out, Gayle.” Jerry walked away from her and pick up his cell phone. “There’s got to be something we can do.”

Gayle sprung at Jerry and grabbed the cell phone away from him. “THERE’S NOTHING TO FIGURE OUT, GODDAMNIT.” She threw the cell phone across the room.

“What the fuck, Gayle?” Jerry was mad as hell. He couldn’t believe how one of his players was disrespecting him.

“What are you going to do now, Coach? Do nothing like you did when I stole Katie’s money?” Shock came over his face. “That’s right, it was ME- I DID IT. I took the bitch’s money.”

Jerry was getting more enraged by the second. “I gave you the benefit of the doubt.”

Unbelievably, Gayle slapped him. “I didn’t want the benefit of the doubt, you asshole, I wanted…”

Stung by the slap and beyond pissed off that she’d lied to him, Jerry grabbed Gayle’s collar and cocked his right fist. “You ungrateful little bitch!” He saw her panic in fear, waiting for the blow. “I ought to…”

“Do what, Coach? You gonna punch me out?”

Jerry was able to stop himself from breaking her pretty face. “No, I’m not going to punch you. But I am going to do THIS!” Jerry sat down on the bed and pulled Gayle down with him. He situated her across his lap and began spanking her as hard as he could.

“Lie to me?” SMACK. “You deserve much more than this, young lady.” SMACK SMACK. The wet green scrubs provided little protection for Gayle’s ass. “I won’t tolerate being treated like that!” SMACK. SMACK SMACK.

Gayle whimpered, but stayed put, not even moving her hands to cover her ass against Jerry’s onslaught. Jerry continued to wear her ass out until his hand hurt. Spent, he finally stopped, and pulled Gayle up off his lap. She kneeled in front of him, her butt on the floor between her ankles.

“Gayle, I…” Jerry was spent, the adrenaline having run through him.

Gayle looked at Jerry and put her finger on his lips. “Thank you.” She nodded at him, keeping her finger on his mouth. “I have needed that for a long time. I wanted what only you could give me.” She raised herself up off the ground, and kissed Jerry softly for a few seconds.

“I’ve been acting up for years, hoping that someone would care enough about me to discipline me. Everyone kept coddling me, letting me get away with whatever I wanted to do. You’ve been the only person in my life that didn’t let me get away with things.” Again, Gayle leaned in and kissed Jerry, this time slipping her tongue into his mouth for a second.

Unleashing his dominant side had given Jerry a rush of testosterone. “So you’re ready be a good girl?” Jerry looked down into Gayle’s eyes, and wiped tears off her cheeks.

“I’m not really a good girl, Coach,” Gayle purred. “But I’ll do what you tell me to do.”

“Go bring me my cell phone.” Jerry grabbed his wallet and room keys while Gayle fetched the phone. The Otterbox did its job.

Jerry asked, “That was no accident, was it?”

Gayle looked at him, puzzled. “What are you talking about?”

“You meant to grab my cock at the party, didn’t you?” Jerry smiled at her.

“Oh…” Gayle paused. “Yeah, I did mean to cop a feel. I hid it in the towel, though.”

“I wondered if I was imagining all the teasing.”

“You weren’t imagining anything. I wanted to fuck you. If I had the chance I was going to take you into a bathroom.”

“You’re a hot little slut.”

Gayle looked at Jerry and said, “Uh huh.”

“Time for you to get out of those wet clothes, and get cleaned up.” Jerry pulled Gayle to him, holding her face and letting her tongue into his mouth for several seconds. “Go do what you’re told.”

Gayle lifted the scrub top over her head, kicked off her shoes, and stepped out of her scrub pants. She then removed her unremarkable bra, smiling as she showed Jerry her pert breasts. She had small bars through both of her nipples. “I told you I had other piercings,” she giggled.

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Basketball Camp

“Jason you need to get moving,” I said as I wrestled my nephews duffel bag out to the car. “I love that boy, but sometimes I need to light a fire under his ass to get him moving,” I thought as I shoved his bag in the car and looked towards his parent’s house. Jason was just walking out the front door with headphones and his phone, and of course a basketball under his arm.

There were two things this 19 year old never left the house without having along, tunes and a basketball. I had offered to drive him to the basketball camp he had been admitted to following graduation from high school. This camp was something that was supposed to help him make the team in college and I was happy to help.

I got behind the wheel as Jason wedged himself into my compact car, at 6′ 6″ he was tall and muscular and I had a difficult time not looking at his crotch. The old cliché about shoe size and the size of a man’s cock did mean something. My arousal always started when I got sight of something that huge.

We drove across town to the gymnasium where the camp would be conducted. I had trouble calling it a camp because it was right in town and I would be there every day watching him play and workout like the good aunt that I am. I am a retired college consular so I know the importance of family participation in these things. My sister in law and her husband both worked full time and were very appreciative to the attention I gave their son.

We walked into the gymnasium following registration and I was immediately taken aback. The place was huge and there were about 20 players in every stage of development. Most were tall but they ranged from skinny to muscular and half had their shirts off playing an impromptu game while they waited for the coach.

Just so my readers understand, I am a self-described cougar, I like variety, which is the spice of life and I like them between 18 and 21 years old. And in this gymnasium it took all my effort not to pounce on one or two of the players immediately. I knew the next two weeks would offer me plenty of eye candy if not a bite of the young stuff I was checking out.

“Excuse me ma’am,” a very strong voice said, “if you want to stay for future workouts you will need to stay on the sidelines.

I turned around and nearly fainted, there was a mountain of a man standing right beside me. He was very dark skinned, probably close to 7 foot tall, and was wearing athletic shorts that did little to mask his manhood. His jersey was very snug and his muscular build was on full display.

“I’m the coach, Anthony,” He said offering his hand, “I take it you are here with one of the players.”

“Yes, Jason is my nephew, he has great promise,” I said promoting my only nephew who I knew would do great things on the court. “My name is Wendy, his mother’s sister-in law.”

“We’ll find out how much promise he has,” Anthony said, “now today’s workout is more about establishing their stamina and fitness for our camp. For this reason this is a closed session, but you are more than welcome tomorrow.” He said gesturing towards the door.

“I will leave Jason in your capable hands,” I said and took his hand again. His strength and power emanated from every pore in his body and my arousal that had started in the car was higher than ever. Jason looked down at my small white hand in his and I slowly pulled away from his hand cupping my fingers around his middle finger, a gesture that my experience signals men that something sexual could happen.

Anthony walked me to the door of the gymnasium, which seemed to signal that he didn’t trust me to leave. He opened the door just wide enough that I had to turn sideways to get out and he smiled saying, “Wendy you are welcome back anytime, I would love to get to know you personally.”

I looked up into his dark brown eyes and saw something that was not there when we were near the players. I intentionally brushed my hand across the bulge in his shorts and he pressed against the back of my hand with had to be a beginning erection and I looked down and could see the outline of his tip. I licked my lips as I looked back into his eyes, “I will take that offer to get to know me personally as a promise.”

His back was towards the players so I let my fingertips pass over the tip of his cock hidden but not noticed in his athletic shorts. My pussy was slick with my arousal as I left the gymnasium, I could feel my waxed lips sliding side to side as I walked. I had chosen not to wear panties and the air blowing up my skirt felt cool against my bald pussy, but did little to cool the heat deep inside.

The gymnasium was part of a larger sport complex so I looked around and saw a skate park a short walk from my car. I casually strolled over to the bench seats where I could watch two young men running the ramps with their skate boards. I could tell they were probably not more than 20 years old so I immediately sat down on the bench and with no hesitation parted my legs offering ankara escort bayanlar the boys a look they wouldn’t soon forget. The skate area was below the sidewalk level and the shorter of the two guys was first to spot my bald slit.

He took a tumble and his buddy gave him a bad time about being clumsy and as he came to give him shit he also spotted the distraction. He was a bit taller and unlike the first guy, bold in his staring at my slit. I pulled my skirt up another couple inches and he did a big circle around the ramp and up to the sidewalk.

“Waiting for someone?” He asked and sat down beside me flipping his skate board around and holding it between his legs.

“You,” I said and put my hand on his bare thigh.

He jerked as if I poked him with something sharp and then relaxed as my hand slid up his thigh and stopped so close to his crotch that I could feel the heat of his cock. “You got anything in those shorts that you’d like to show me?” I said in my sluttiest voice.

He sat speechless for a second then said, “Sure, but not out here in the open, follow me,” he said and jumped up, slammed his skate board down and pushed slowly away towards a small building. He motioned to his buddy that followed him and as I got near I could see it was a restroom. He pulled the men’s room door open as I approached.

I pulled the ladies room door open saying, “if you want some of this, follow me,” and I pulled my skirt up showing them my neatly groomed landing strip patch of hair that pointed directly to my swollen and wet pussy lips as I turned and walked into the ladies room. I looked around, it was not the cleanest place to have sex, but I knew it would better than the men’s room. When the door didn’t move I pushed it open a bit, the tall one, let’s call him stretch, was arguing with the short one, call him Shorty.

“Hey man,” Stretch said, “that slut will fuck both of us, you can’t pass up on that.”

“I don’t know,” Shorty said, “what if she is a cop or something?”

“Fuck you, cops don’t show you pussy to get you in trouble, stay out here if you want, but I know I am going to get some trim.” Stretch said and I pushed the door open for him.

“What’s up with the little guy, doesn’t like women?” I asked as Stretch looked in the three stalls to make sure they were empty.

“Who knows, he is undocumented, always worried about cops you know.” Stretch said with a sneer.

“He is Hispanic?” I asked, could have fooled me.

Just then the door swung open and Shorty walked in smiling from ear to ear. He must have figured out it was safer inside the ladies room than standing outside of it while his buddy got lucky.

“Well, you saw mine, now let me see what you two are packing,” I said as I looked at Stretch and then at Shorty.

“My name is Emmanuel…..”

“No names,” I said, “we are here to fuck, or at least I am.”

I pulled my skirt up to my waist and ran a finger up my slick crease. Stretch yanked his shorts and boxers down and revealed a 7 inch cock that was just about erect. Shorty looked around and slowly unbuckled his jeans and when they fell to the floor his 10 inch cock flopped out and I knew I had hit the jackpot.

I walked over to Stretch and gave his cock a couple of strokes and he was standing tall. I then moved to Shorty, “he is short in height but not here,” I thought as I lifted his meat and felt its size and weight. He was far from semi-erect but looking into his eyes I saw the lust he was feeling.

I pushed him down on the toilet and bent at the waist not wanting to kneel on the dirty floor. I spread his knees with my hands and grabbed his huge chunk of Latin meat and skinned it back revealing a nearly purple tip glistening in the light of the fluorescent light. I licked it roughly and felt his shudder and then I slipped it between my ruby red lipstick covered lips. I felt his cock tighten in my mouth and knew he was going to get had in a hurry.

I loved to deep throat a cock, and knew this one would be a challenge. My poor little dildo that I trained myself with didn’t hold a candle to Shorty’s monster. I wanted to savor this cock and began running my tongue over the tips ignoring his buddy Stretch. This was the cock I wanted in the gymnasium, the cock I knew Anthony had, and now I would have it, down my throat.

He hardened with each pass of my tongue, each time I ran his semi-erect cock down my throat I felt it harden and swell in my mouth. Then there were hands on my hips, fingers in my pussy and up the crack of my ass. I humped back against them and then knew that Stretch would not wait for instructions or permission.

Emanuel put his hands on my head and started thrusting into my mouth and then my pussy was being penetrated by a strange cock. Not the biggest I have had, but it would do if he had any knowledge of how to use it. I felt him slip the head inside of me, he had a cut cock with a helmet he could be proud of and I felt my pussy close around his shaft ankara esmer escortlar and he thrust into me, pulling at my hips. He groaned, I knew he wouldn’t last, a woman knows these things. It was all about his pleasure and I didn’t care, this Latino cock was going to fill me with all the cum I desperately needed.

Stretch picked up the pace, humping he wildly as if he was on some foot race desperate to cross the finish line. I pulled off Shorty, “slow it down a bit,” I scolded, “the idea is to make me cum and then you.”

I knew he wouldn’t listen, his feeble attempt at sex separated him from the true man that was at that moment in my mouth. He was fully erect, I had two hands on his cock and he was hitting the back of my throat without me making any movement. He humped hard and if it hadn’t been for holding his cock at the base he would have choked me completely.

Stretch moaned loudly, “Of FUCK, I am gonna cum.” I humped back against him know my tubes had been tied but waited until I knew he was beyond control, which he reached with the next thrust. “Fuck yea, here it comes bitch, I am going to plant my seed deep inside your fancy ass cunt, your high and mighty show me yours BITCH.”

I felt his first spurt deep inside me and pulled off of Shorty, “You stupid fucker,” I yelled, “if you knock me up I will make your fucking pay.”

My hand stroked Shorty wildly and Stretch sent another rope of cum inside of me unable to control his lust. Shorty groaned and rammed his cock down my throat and blew his thick Latino seed down my throat. I pulled back as he sent spurt after spurt into my mouth and throat and then a shot across my face. I looked up and smiled, “What a fucking stud you are Emanuel,” and I felt Stretch pull out of me.

I stood and looked at the pitiful scare crow of a young man, “You are so pathetic,” I said, “I told you not to cum in me,” I said as I spread my legs and watched his load begin to run down my legs. “Look what you have done, I was ovulating this morning, do you have any idea what that means?”

He was shocked, I could have knocked him off his feet with a feather. I pulled my skirt down, looked back at Shorty who sat on the toilet with his massive cock covered in my saliva and his cum. I bent and kissed the tip of his cock, looked into his eyes, and knew I would see him again. Stretch, well he wasn’t worth the trouble, but he did get me to an orgasm but he’d never know it.

I turned to Stretch, “I know who you are, if I am pregnant you will be sorry.” I didn’t smile until I was clear of the door, the look of horror on his face and his buddy yelling, “now who is stupid? I know enough not to plant seeds in someone else’s garden,” and laughed.

As I walked back to the car with his cum seeping out of me and the taste of Shorty’s cum on my tongue I started thinking about what to wear to the basketball camp tomorrow…

Basketball Camp 2

The alarm beside my bed dragged me out of a deep sleep and as much as I wanted to remain in bed I knew I had so much to do today so I could be the first family member at the basketball camp I had dropped my nephew Jason at yesterday. I flopped my arm across the bed, my husband was up and presumably gone as he always was. “Another morning alone in bed and horny as hell,” I muttered as I flipped the blankets off and ran my fingers over my bare pussy.

I needed to make that morning trip to the bathroom, but then I would return to bed after stopping by my drawer full of toys, “I think the big purple one today,” I thought as I swung my legs off the bed and walked to the bathroom. I pulled my nightgown off and looked at my 34C tits, “still firm and so perfect,” I thought as turned to set on the toilet and finished the task that brought me to the bathroom.

After retrieving my toy I slid back into bed and closed my eyes and my mind filled with that mountain of a man that I met yesterday. Anthony was dark as the night but there was brilliance in his eyes, a brilliance that filled me with lust, I had to have him.

I pushed the large purple head of the dildo between the swollen lips of my pussy and imagined it was Anthony. His black cock penetrating my white pussy for the first time would test the limits of my 53 year old pussy, a test I had studied for so many times before. I knew his cock was huge in length and girth, perhaps the largest I had ever had. The toy slid in, no hesitation, no gentle attempt to test my depths, I knew he would take control of me and I would be but a fuck hole for him.

I imagined his muscular chest pinning me down to the bed, his hips grinding that huge cock into my gut, would the tip of his cock penetrate my cervix? I wanted to know and feel his strength, and then I felt it, the start of an orgasm and I wanted to cum on Anthony’s huge cock. If I did he would know that I was his, at least his for that moment.

I thrust my hips up to meet my hand shoving that huge deep purple toy into my slick pussy, lips spread, sincan grup yapan escortlar my arousal squishing out on my waxed labia. I wanted to please him and then I froze, my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. Every muscle in my body reacted to the cock that was shoved deep inside of me, I was cumming and I wanted it to last forever.

It was a good orgasm, but it did not cure my lust for that man that I wanted, I would let him take me right on that basketball court if he wanted, he could take me in any position. I had to have him, TODAY! And so my day began, as it always did, with an unfulfilled lust and sexual need. I quickly showered and then selected the perfect wardrobe. My dress was short and pure virginal white in color, not so short that I looked like a whore, but short enough that it would ride up when seated. Stockings, black with elastic lace tops, no sense messing with a garter belt today.

My shoes were a statement of my desire, stiletto heels that graced my feet and made my legs the object no man could resist. I looked in the mirror, my make up was perfect, not over the top slutty, but it screamed “fuck the bitch in heat,” I thought as I nearly ran to the car and drove to the gymnasium where Jason and the other camp participants could be heard gathering for their opening workout.

I pushed on the double doors with confidence, I was the first family member there and as I walked to the front bench seat along the court the place fell silent. All eyes were on me, the young men, 18 to 22 years old stared at me like I was a goddess from on high. I made an entrance that screamed, “I am ready to fuck.”

I set my purse on the bench, adjusted my skirt and looked at all those athletic faces, strong, viral, and young. Inexperienced in most cases to what a woman wants and needs, and that is the way I liked them. I was like a lioness surveying the savannah for its morning prey, but unlike the lion I was not searching for the weakest, I wanted the one that would match my needs with theirs.

“Aunt Wendy,” Jason shouted with his voice echoing across the gymnasium, “I knew you would come,” he said as he rushed towards me and hugged me.

I smiled, he really was such an attractive young man, the pride of my sister and her husband. I kissed his cheek leaving lipstick to mark my conquest. “How is it going Jason?” I asked as he released me from the hug that did nothing to cool the fire between my legs.

“I don’t know, the coach and I had this long interview and I don’t think he likes me much,” he said hanging his head.

“It will be just fine Jason, I will speak to him, I am sure it is just his way of training athletes,” I said as I let my hands brush across his front and felt his response to our closeness and knew I had produced the desired effect, “Adjust yourself Jason,” I said with that coy smile of control I had over him, “we must not display inappropriately,” I said as I stepped around him to hide him from the players. I knew they cared nothing about Jason adjusting his cock in his jock strap, they wanted me, I could feel it, I knew it.

“Jason,” a booming voice called out, “on the floor, NOW!” Anthony shouted from across the gymnasium. I turned towards the voice, “Hmmm,” I growled in a low guttural way, “My prey has shown himself,” I thought not daring to reveal my needs to Jason.

Jason hustled back to the group and the coach shouted, “let’s do some wind sprints, ten times back and forth, you know the drill” and he blew his whistle and the young men took off running like gazelles across the African plains. It was a site that made my pussy ooze my creamy arousal as I positioned myself on the bench prepared to watch.

Anthony looked my way briefly, I had anticipated this, “he wants me as bad as I want him,” I thought and as his eyes fell upon my seated form I parted my legs, my skirt rose to a dangerous level, and I could see the light burning in his eyes, he saw my bare pussy, no panties to attract my prey, nothing but my waxed labia gleaming with my desire.

My eyes dropped to his crotch, the white athletic shorts moved in front, “yes, he is mine, just a bit more and he will be mine,” I thought as I placed my hands on my nylon stocking covered thighs and I opened my legs further and moved my hands to the elastic tops of my stockings, held that for a moment, then slowly crossed my legs hiding the object of his desire.

Anthony turned back to his players, shouted commands to them, worked them like soldiers in basic training, and I knew his sexual desires were controlling him as much as mine were controlling me. The young men were covered in sweat, some sagging from the exertion, yet he drove them and he would look my way, I refused his desire to see my snatch again, “he needs to earn it,” I thought feeling in control of this tall handsome man.

There was this olive skinned player, jet black hair, and I noticed his smooth skin, not a hair on his arms or legs. His name was on his jersey, it looked Italian. I pulled a small red out of my purse and jotted the name on the pad and added, “strong, muscular, probably 21 no more than 22 years old, Italian, need to have him.” I put the little book back, every accomplished professional keeps notes on their future plans, and he was definitely on my list.

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We’ve been playing the game for almost eight years. Once a month, usually on a Friday night, I, and five of my best friends get together to play Texas Hold’em poker.

I’m Stan and my buds names are Derrick, Neil, Rod, Bret and Steve. The game started in the dorms at university during our senior year. Back then, we played once a week for pennies, nickels and dimes. Since graduation, we’ve settled into corporate jobs and we’re all married except Bret. We have wives. Bret has a permanent girl friend who shares an apartment with him.

Each month, we meet at a different home at seven in the evening and play until eleven when we call it quits and go home. Usually, the spouse of the host helps with the necessary refreshments, mostly to thwart the players invading and disturbing the organization of her kitchen. Beer is allowed. Cigars are not. She’s usually accompanied by the spouse of another player who volunteers to help and they have their own social visit.

Over time, the game matured and changed. We graduated to nickel, dime, and quarter wagers and, three years ago, we’ve graduated to dollars. Even with the changes, we were staggered by the monumental change in direction the game took a number of years ago.

We were gathered in my home. I had set up the portable poker table in the middle of the living room. We were gathered around the table while Derrick, an accountant and designated banker of the game, was taking money and passing out chips. Derrick’s wife, Florence, she prefers Flo, had arrived with him and she was helping my wife Virginia, she prefers Ginny, with the first round of beers, chips and dips. That sounds misogynistic but they insist they enjoy helping “the boys” play their games.

We played for about two hours before Bret looked at his watch and announced he had to leave early Abby’s parents were due for a short visit and he had promised to get home early to help her prepare. Leaving early was a non-starter as was the eleven o’clock quitting time. Winners are not allowed to leave early but we made an exception for Bret since he wasn’t winning and not helping his flat mate could cause him, and us, problems in the future. Steve, who had shared a ride with Bret, was an unfortunate victim of Bret’s commitment. Derrick cashed them out and they left.

Curious about the change in our group, Ginny and Flo came into the living room.

“What happened to Bret and Steve?” asked Ginny.

“Bret had to leave early and he was Steve’s ride,” I told them.

“How’s that going to affect the game?” she asked.

“We can play with four,” I said.

“Doesn’t that change the game?” Ginny asked.

“A little. The pots will be smaller and the competition isn’t quite as robust,” I agreed.

Ginny stood next to the table for a moment. She looked at Flo and said, “What do you think?”

“I think it would be fun,” Flo responded.

None of the four of us seated at the table had the slightest idea what they were talking about. Ginny vanquished our confusion when she said, “Flo and I could take their places.”

“You want to play poker with us?” I asked.

“Why not? We’ve played poker before,” she insisted.

“This is a pretty aggressive game. You think you could keep up the pace?”

“If we don’t try we’ll never know,” Ginny countered.

I looked at the other guys. I didn’t see a lot of dissent. “Have a seat,” I said.

Ginny and Flo made themselves comfortable in the chairs recently vacated by Bret and Steve. Without missing a beat, Derrick said, “I’m going to need a hundred dollar buy in from each of you.”

“A hundred dollars!” exclaimed Ginny and Flo in unison. “We don’t have that kind of cash with us,” explained Ginny.

“The cash is for chips. We use chips to bet. The chips are less messy than cash and makes keeping score easier. You get the money back later when you cash in the chips you have at the end of the game,” Derrick explained.

Ginny and Flo conferred quietly. “Can we bet something else?” Ginny asked.

“What did you have in mind?” asked Derrick.

“Clothing,” said Ginny. Flo nodded in agreement.

“Clothing?” asked Derrick. “How would that work?” he asked.

“Each article of our clothing must be worth some number of chips. If we lose the chips, we’ll take off something to buy the chips back,” suggested Ginny.

I looked at the other guys, already knowing what they thought of Ginny and Flo’s proposal. Neil looked at Derrick and me. “They’re your wives,” he said. “You make the decision.”

“Alright, you can play for clothing,” I said.

“You realize that Flo and I could end up naked,” Ginny stated.

“True,” I agreed.

“Do you think that’s fair?” Ginny asked.

“It was your idea,” I reminded her.

“I think we should all play with the same stakes,” Ginny asserted.

Trapped, I looked at the rest of the men. I could see they were all willing to risk their clothing if there was a chance they could see Ginny and Flo naked. “Fine,” I said. “Loser of each hand takes off something.”

“That’s not entirely fair,” said Ginny.

“What now?” I asked.

“There ankara bayan escortlar are four of you and two of us,” she said. “Even if losing was evenly distributed, we’d lose our clothing twice as fast as the rest of you,” Ginny explained.

Derrick spoke up. “Let me handle this,” he said.

Derrick cashed in each of the guys and then gave each of the women twenty white chips. The men got twenty black chips each. “Okay,” he said. “Here’s how it works. We play normal Hold’em. We bet as usual and the winner collects the chips at the end of each hand. If the winner is a guy, he can then use white chips from the pot to buy clothing from the women. A gal can do the same for the men’s clothing with the black chips. I suggest five chips for each article of clothing. All things being equal, there should be twice the number of black chips in the pot than there are white chips.”

“That works for me,” said Ginny. “Only one addition. A winner can’t buy two articles in a row from the same person.”

“Agreed,” said Derrick. “Maximum bet on the deal and flop is one chip; two chips on the turn and four on the river. Unlimited raises. We’ll dispense with the small and big blinds. Ante is one chip. Are we good to go?” he asked.

No one objected.

We cut the cards to see who dealt first. Rod gained the honor. He shuffled the deck and tossed a chip in the center of the table. The rest of us followed suit. I looked at the four black and two white chips in the center of the table and I was struck at the deeper meaning they conveyed.

Rod dealt two cards face down around the table and put the deck down. He looked at me on his left. “Your bet,” he said.

I tossed in a chip, Derrick folded and Neil tossed in a chip. Flo folded, Ginny confidently tossed in a chip and Rod followed with one of his own.

Rod buried a card and turned over the next three. I and Neil checked, Ginny tossed in another chip. Rod matched her and raised her with another chip. Two chips to me. I folded. Neil looked at his hand and folded. Ginny called and added another chip ending the betting.

Only Rod and Ginny remained. Ginny added another chip on the turn and Rod kept pace. The river card was an ace. Ginny raised two chips. Rod considered his cards and added four chips to the pot, a two chip raise. Ginny pushed in four chips, a reraise and Rod folded. Ginny didn’t have to show us her cards but she was too excited to resist. Her pocket aces explained her strategy.

There were thirteen black chips in the pot and twelve white chips. Ginny collected them all. She carefully separated the chips and stacked five black chips in front of her. “Who can I buy some clothing from?” she asked.

“Any guy you want,” I told her.

She looked at me. She shoved the stack in my direction. “Okay,” she said. “Give up something.”

I added the chips to my stack and took off a shoe.

“Damn,” said Ginny. I forgot about shoes. A second stack of five black chips was pushed at Rod who removed a shoe of his own.

What do I do with the rest of the black chips?”

“Keep them,” said Derrick. “Maybe you’ll win another hand.”

We played for the next ninety minutes. I still wore my trousers and underwear; Derrick still had four items and Neil three. Flo was down to her bra, skirt and, I assume, panties. Ginny was in bra and panties and Rod wore just his tented boxer shorts when the alarm on my phone went off.

“That’s it,” I said. “Game over.”

“Game over?” questioned Ginny. “Who says?”

“We always play until eleven. It’s eleven. Time to quit.”

“Shit. You’re going to leave us like this? Just when thing were getting interesting,” complained Ginny.

“Maybe next time,” I suggested.

After everyone had gone, Ginny and I sat down with a glass of wine and talked. Ginny was still in just her bra and panties.

“Damn,” she cursed. “I was ready to take off my bra and reveal all to Neil, Rod and Derrick. Why did you have to stop the game?”

“It was eleven. By agreement we stop at eleven and settle up. It prevents sore losers from complaining if a winner quits early. Everybody plays. Everybody stays. Final winners and losers are determined by the clock without pressure to keep playing so someone has an opportunity to get even or lose even more.”

“I get it,” said Ginny, “but you spoiled my fun and my big reveal.”

“Maybe next time,” I told her again.

Little did I know how soon “next time” would be.

A month later, we gathered for the game at Neil’s house. If Leigh was expecting six of us to play poker, she had prepared too much food and beverages. However, Leigh knew exactly what she was doing. All four other wives and one girlfriend showed up to play.

The men were initially surprised but, after Abby explained, that when the women heard the details of the game with Ginny and Flo the previous month, “they all wanted to join in the fun.” Disappointed and energized at the same time, Neil took down the poker table, Ginny gave me a snide grin and we all gathered in the living room to play.

We pushed back the furniture elvankent seksi escortlar and sat on the carpet in a circle, men on one side and women on the other.

Derrick handed out the chips. “We don’t have enough chips to give each of us 20 chips.

“Wait a second,” said Ginny. She jumped up and retrieved her purse from the kitchen. She removed two more packages of chips and gave them to Derrick. “These should be enough,” she said.

I looked at her strangely.

“Always prepared,” she said.

There were plenty of white chips to fund the women. Half the men got black chips and half the men got blue chips to complete their stacks.

“Same rules?” asked Derrick.

“Same rules,” confirmed Ginny, who seemed to be the unofficial spokesman for the women. “And still no ganging up on one individual when you buy clothing,” she added.

“I agree,” said Derrick. “In fact, I think we should eliminate the need for the winner to pick the losers.”

“How do we manage that?” asked Ginny. “Somebody has to decide who gives up clothing.”

“I suggest that each time someone buys clothing it should be from the individual with the smallest stack of chips. That way, they replenish their chips as a minor compensation for removing an article of clothing. We’ll settle ties with a draw of a card.”

“I like that,” said Misty, Rod’s wife. Ginny echoed her comment and the game was on.

The game was amazingly even for the first two hours, before Misty ran out of chips. “Now what do I do if I want to keep on playing?” she asked.

The twelve of us had an animated discussion about how to handle Misty’s conundrum. Proposals included everyone donating a chip to just the other women donating a chip. Derrick, in his default wise man designation, suggested what became the final answer. “I suggest anyone in Misty’s position can use clothing to buy chips from the bank.”

“I can live with that,” said Misty, who was still wearing at least four pieces of clothing. How much?”

“The current rate is the same as for winners, five chips per article,” said Derrick.

Misty removed her shirt and tossed it to Derrick. “I’m using red chips for this purpose,” he said. Anyone with red chips at the end of a hand can turn them in for chips of their own color. No one is allowed to buy any clothing with the red chips since they’ve already represent lost clothes.”

We agreed. Misty tossed two red chips into the pot and called the bet. She’d made a good bargain, she won the pot and Neil and her husband, Rod, paid the price.

Soon after, Ginny got her wish. She was the first loser to remove an article of clothing that would expose skin that usually didn’t see daylight. She stood up, faced the men squarely, and dramatically took off her bra. Her ample breasts settled on her chest as five men inhaled.

“Let me see,” said Kathy, Steve’s wife, who was sitting close to Ginny and was now behind her.

Ginny turned so that all the other women could see her naked breasts. “Nice,” said Kathy.

“Damn straight,” echoed Steve.

Things slowed down as each of the players was unwilling to risk more than necessary. Most hands ended with five players checking on the deal and folding on the flop. Most winners had only the ante to work with and a guarantee of six chips from the opposite gender. At least one player lost an item of clothing with every deal and the tension increased proportionally.

Ginny may have been the first to reveal her tits but not the first to remove their draws. That honor fell to Rod. Rod stood up in front of everyone without Ginny’s determination. He stood, apparently frozen at the thought of exposing his very erect penis.

“For Christ’s sake Rod,” called out Misty. “Just get it over with or I’ll do it for you.”

Apparently, being called out by his wife was more intimidating than exposing himself. He pulled off his boxers, resisted covering himself with his hands, turned around once for everyone to see and sat down again.

“Good choice,” said Misty.

“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” said Abby.

“Next hand,” said Derrick.

“Wait a minute,” interrupted Misty. “What about Rod”?

“What about Rod?” asked Derrick.

“Is he still in the game?”

“If he wants to be. He still has chips.”

“What if he loses again. In case you didn’t notice, he doesn’t have any clothing to sell,” pointed out Misty.

“Good point,” agreed Derrick. “What about losing after you’re naked?” he asked the group.

A discussion ensued. There were various suggestions including dares.

Ginny spoke up. “I like the possibility of dares,” she said. “I suggest that naked participants continue to play and naked losers are required to complete a dare or favor.”

“I think I know what a dare is. What’s a favor?” asked Misty.

“A dare is something you do by yourself, such as ordering delivery pizza and answering the door naked or running around the house outside naked. A favor is something you do for or to another person, usually the winner if they have at least five chips bayan etimesgut escort to spend,” explained Ginny.

“Do favors include things like physical contact?” asked Misty.

“I think so. I think it includes blow jobs, tit kissing and other sexual activities,” Ginny amplified.

“Sex?” asked Misty.

“Unless we decide to prohibit everything beyond a certain point. For example, penetration.”

“Does anybody have a problem with no prohibitions?” asked Misty.

Peer pressure and lots of adult beverages influenced our decision. Nobody objected.

The game continued. Betting was conservative, but the stripping continued. Leigh and Neil were the next to get naked, followed quickly by Abby, Ginny and Kathy. We played until Rob won and he pushed a stack of five white chips toward Misty. By that time only Rod and Steve still had their underwear on.

“Dare or favor?,” Rod asked Misty.

“Favor,” said Misty immediately.

Smiling, Rod replied, “Give me a blowjob.”

“What?” asked Misty. We do that all the time. You couldn’t think of something else?”

Rod sat quietly. “You picked,” he stated simply.

“Shit. Okay. How long?” Misty asked.

“Two minutes,” said Derrick.

Misty scooted over to Rod, pulled off his briefs and started a less than energetic blowjob while everyone watched and wondered where the rest of the evening was headed. Two minutes later, Derrick called time. Misty scooted back to her place and wiped the saliva off her face. Rod reached for his underwear.

“Hold on stud,” said Ginny. “You gave them up, they stay off.”

“But I didn’t lose them,” Rod countered.

“You gave them up voluntarily as part of Misty’s favor. They stay off.”

Steve took off his boxers in support of Rod.

Flo won the next hand. A quick audit discovered that I had one less chip than Neil.

Dare or favor?” asked Flo.

“Favor,” I picked.

“Okay,” said Flo. “I want you to come over here and kiss and suck my tits.”

I looked at Ginny and she laughed. I crawled over to Flo and she lay on her back on the floor. I cupped a breast in one hand and gently kissed her nipple. “Do better than that,” said Flo.

I palmed both breasts, kissed the nipples and then sucked on the right nipple. “That’s better,” said Flo.

I was really getting into it. Flo had her eyes closed, her legs up on her heels and she was trying to grab a piece of carpet with her hands, when Derrick said, “Time.”

Bret was shuffling the cards for the next hand when my watch alarm went off. “Eleven o’clock,” I said. “Time to quit.”

“Bullshit,” said Ginny. “My tits are lonely.”

“Rules are rules,” I said. “We agreed to quit at eleven.”

“Stan is right,” said Derrick. “Rules are rules.

Grudgingly, everyone got dressed in socially acceptable minimums and engaged in passionate good-byes. Every one of the men took the opportunity to make Ginny’s tits feel popular and a couple of the women did too.

On the way home, Ginny was bouncing all over the seat. “I wasn’t kidding,” she said. “My tits are tingling and so is my pussy.”

“I get that,” I said. “I’ll do my best to take care of your tits and then your pussy when we get home.”

“Both at the same time or I’ll go insane,” Ginny said.

Neither of us got much sleep that night.

The next poker night was scheduled for Rod and Misty’s place. Somehow, it got switched to Steve and Kathy’s house and it was moved up two weeks. When I asked, Ginny explained that Steve and Kathy had a larger house with four bedrooms and the reschedule should be obvious.

“You seem to have an expectation as to how the evening is going to develop,” I said.

“Don’t you?” asked Ginny.

“It does seem obvious, doesn’t it?” I said.

“It does,” confirmed Ginny. “Do you have any problems with it?” she asked.

“No,” I answered. “Flo’s tits were amazing. I could use more of that.”

Ginny laughed and grabbed my hand. “Come with me and I’ll show you how amazing my tits are,” she said.

Steve and Kathy have a huge house on three acres. There was plenty of parking in the circular driveway adjacent to the main entrance. Based on the number of cars in the driveway, we were the last to arrive. Ginny asked for my watch and put it in the glove box.

Steve answered the door. Four of the women were surrounding Abby, obviously happy about something. Abby saw Ginny and ran over to her. “Bret asked me to marry him,” she said breathlessly as she showed Ginny her new ring. Ginny hugged Abby and expressed her joy at Abby’s new status. I went over to Bret and congratulated him as well.

Inside, we gathered in a large den. The furniture had been pushed against the walls and the carpeted floor was littered with cushions and pillows. There was a deck of cards in the center of the room and twelve stacks of chips, half white, half black, arranged in a circle on the carpet. There was a pile of towels next to the circle.

When I asked Ginny about the towels, she explained that Neil had to have the carpet cleaned after the last party. I pretended to understand her explanation.

We agreed to start at seven. We spent the waiting time consuming liquid courage, eating chips and gorging on shrimp and cocktail sauce. Exactly at seven we were all seated next to a pile of chips of the appropriate color. Women on one side of the circle, men on the other.

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(Note to readers: Young city-dwellers Sherman and Kristi, and middle-aged suburbanites Brenda and Garth, have tiptoed towards adding benefits to their friendship. At the end of Chapter 2, they had sex in the same room, but still with their own spouses, driving themselves wild as they banged and watched. They agreed that in their next frolic they’d turn the keys to open their wedlocks. As Sherman continues his recounting, the couples try to deal with the three-week wait. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Those situations can include anal, interracial, lesbian, and gay male sex, along with multibody braiding and chaining [MFM, FMF, etc]. Some of the sex is physically rough, but all of it is consensual.)

Chapter 3: The Expanded Bed

Kristi and I have decided that if one of us wants a hall pass, permission should be requested just after the alarm clock annoys us. We give ourselves five minutes every workday morning to adjust to being awake, before leaving the bed. We swap reminders of appointments and errands, decide what to plan for dinner, and sometimes ask to bang someone not currently on the bed.

“There’s a new hire named Dolores,” said Kristi. “We’ve talked. She’s interested. I’ll propose that she and I spend part of a lunch hour without food.”

“Pix?” I asked. Blood flowed more eagerly to my crotch, ending my torpor.

She showed regret. “She’s too shy.”

“Convenient,” I muttered.

“No money or time lost,” she returned, claiming our yuppie high ground. We seldom let marital sex take time away from wage earning, and so far neither had sought to lose pay time for a bang outside the marriage.

“Yeah fine,” I said. “You do all the chores tonight.”

“Deal,” she said. Then she gave me a slow kiss that almost went too far.

We were both on edge, despite long, high-energy fuck sessions every night. It was still more than two weeks until Brenda and Garth would arrive for what would be at least a mate swap. My wife and I wondered, guessed, hoped, feared, how much farther the foursome would go.

Was the anticipation more exciting than the event itself would be?

We doubted it.

That night, Kristi spent maybe three minutes detailing her noon bathroom-stall tryst with a curvy Latinx lady, then at least ten on how she’d trib Brenda.

“What if she’s not ready?” I panted, nearing my second spew in missionary.

“I might put Garth in an intensive care unit.”

***

Somehow, we all kept our online chats aboveboard and ‘clean.’ It helped that we were so generous with mind food, sharing links ranging from book samples to abstracts in scientific journals. I remained occupied with Brenda and Garth intellectually. Clearly that was also true of Kristi.

Whether that was as important to the other couple, I could only guess, at that time. Sapiosexuality can vary, person to person. Maybe Kristi and I were little more to them than hot young meat.

There was nothing out of bounds in a PM Kristi sent to Brenda, a week before the scheduled gathering that had us foaming at the mouth:

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The ‘mentioning’ was when Brenda japed that Garth had fucked the book club’s women during an orgy. In doing so, Brenda declared an overlap in participation between the book club and whatever their swing gathering was. Brenda’s reply to Kristi was this:

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Cordial and considerate, and clearly a brush-off. Kristi thanked Brenda, and said to me, “So much for a stealth check of their other playmates.”

***

Finally the Saturday arrived. Despite rain and wind, we met at a small plates restaurant that was having its moment right then. The weather kept the crowd down, but even with a reservation we waited five minutes to be seated. The weather also kept sufficient staff from showing up on time, so we waited a very long time to get served. We amused ourselves, sort of, with a betting pool on the ratio of minutes waited after ordering, to the size of the small food on each small plate.

At one point I felt Brenda playing footsie with me. My eyes widened and I beseeched her, “Please don’t. We don’t know how much longer we’ll be here.”

“You’re right,” she said, ending contact.

By the time we got home, our frenzy far outweighed our moderate satisfaction with the food. “We should have hit a drive-through,” Kristi muttered as she pushed open the door.

I told our guests we’d augment the bedroom, and Garth quickly said, “Good, no pretense.”

“Aren’t we thoroughly modern,” said Brenda as she and Garth hefted a loveseat. “Women joining men in the heavy lifting.”

“We could go troglodyte instead,” I said, as Kristi and I showed our youth and conditioning with an easy lift of the other loveseat. “Garth and I carry while you two strip and encourage us.”

“Already encouraged, thanks,” said Garth, leering at Kristi.

We set the loveseats on either side of the bed, facing and adjoining it, to increase the swiving surface.

As ankara duşta veren escortlar we disrobed, Kristi said, “We ignorant newbies would like to know if you have rules for this.”

“We do,” said Brenda. “First, are we agreed generally that we can fuck across wedlocks, M-F?”

“Yes,” said Kristi, now nude. “If not more.”

“Let’s stick with that first,” Brenda said more firmly, while looking hungrily at Kristi. “This can still be limited.”

“Condoms?” I asked.

“Yes, for all fucks,” said Garth. “We also have a request-and-approval process that requires unanimous agreement.”

I managed not to laugh or roll my eyes. I did say, “Seems pretty legalistic.”

“You asked,” said Brenda, still with a firm tone while doffing her undies.

“I’ll give you an example,” said Garth. He faced us all as we stood around the expanded bed. “I’ll make a request.” He looked at my wife. “I would like to hug and kiss Kristi, as we are now, standing. Our hands would be on the other’s back. The bodies would make contact but not add pressure or movement. We would be free to use tongues. It would end in fifteen seconds.”

Brenda looked from Garth to us. She said, “I approve.”

I tried not to dwell on the weirdness of four naked people standing around a bed. With five, it might seem like a black mass (ha ha, I already had one between my legs).

I looked at Kristi, but said to everyone, “So one negative vote is enough to defeat the motion?”

“Yes,” said Garth.

I chuckled. “Can I abstain, or assign my vote to Kristi?”

“No,” said Brenda. “All feelings must be stated openly and honestly.”

Kristi said, “But voice voting, one at a time, can affect the decisions of later voters. I suggest we write our votes, so nobody is influenced by others.”

Garth and Brenda looked at each other in surprise. “We never thought of that,” said Garth. “Thanks, Kristi, from now on that’s the way we’ll do it.”

“We need a different request to try that out,” said Brenda. “Garth, your Kristi kiss will have to wait.”

“I have a request,” I said. “I’ll get pencils and paper.”

Once they had the necessary electoral supplies, I said, “I would like to kiss Brenda while standing close, with tonguing allowed, our hands free to explore our bodies, for up to thirty seconds.”

Kristi smirked. “That’s upping the ante.”

“Which may prompt a vote against,” I said. I had tried for indifference, but my prick was thickening. The others saw that.

Facial expressions may have given away what was supposed to be secret balloting. All three votes were in favor.

I held out a hand to Brenda, and smiled.

Smoothly, with a smile of her own, she worked her way over to me. Especially in motion, with her regal carriage, she was the illustration for the dictionary definition of ‘statuesque.’

My penis rose to greet her. Brenda lifted it, to sandwich it between our bellies. Then she held out her arms to enclose me, but leaned back her torso slightly.

She knew where my hands would go.

“Thirty,” said Kristi as my fingers spread on Brenda’s breasts. “Twenty-nine.” I could hear the amusement in her voice.

My wife continued the countdown as my open mouth met Brenda’s. Her navel slid side-to-side along the head of my prick. As my thumbs pressed her nipples inward, she hummed into my throat.

One leg snaked along one of mine, then withdrew. Her other repeated, on my other.

To the extent that we tongue-wrestled, she won.

With the count less than ten, she moved her hands down my back. They gripped my buttocks.

Her index fingers descended my crack.

At ‘one,’ they pressed my anus.

“Zero,” said Kristi. Brenda stepped far back.

I groaned, now feeling nothing of her.

“I’ll say it for you, since you think you can’t,” I said, wheezing. “Yes, black balls can be blue.”

The others laughed, including Brenda, who was breathing hard.

She began, “Request–“

“Approved,” said Garth.

“He wants cowgirl,” said Kristi.

“What she said,” I gasped, advancing on Brenda, caressing as I leaned her to the bed.

Kristi dashed to the far side and said, “Fuck me, Garth.”

So much for voting.

As jacked as we were, though, we remembered about condoms. I guess we all thought foreplay was unnecessary. Or maybe it had been going on for the last three weeks.

It was a full swap, open before us all. My wife and I were on our backs, and our guests rode us. Everyone relished the feel and taste of the stranger.

Brenda engulfed my shaft, and it seemed that my soul might follow. She slithered her walls down and up my length, swiveling a little, holding my sides, murmuring for me to stay still. Then she elevated her straddle beyond me, and got her hands to my cock and balls, stroking and exploring to the extent the condom allowed. I reciprocated, getting thumb and fingers to her clit. Soon she inserted me again, this time pumping more elvankent fetiş yapan escortlar rapidly.

She exited again when I was really close. Now her hands were rougher, smearing her nectar along the spire. I squeezed her swelling clit with a shaky hand. She smiled at my gritted teeth, and swooped down around me again, leaning at my face, saying, “Buck me, bronco!”

Did I ever. Her gorgeous boobs smacked my chest, over and over, sharing sweat. My trunk and torso surged against a woman almost as tall as I. Despite my urgency, I lurched into her glorious depths at least nine more times before my first spurt. In that moment I cherished Brenda, I would have died for her, I wanted nothing except to gush into her tight warmth until there was nothing left of me. I clutched her short hair, kissing voraciously, this time winning the tongue wrestle as she jerked away to howl. I lost count of the bursts she wrenched out of me.

Yet at the end, I remained large. Kristi’s pussy can do that to me also. Sometimes.

Speaking of her pussy, it was still getting pounded by Garth while Brenda and I ramped down. My new lover and I smiled at the sight of her fleshy, sweaty husband sharing inchoate joy with my sleek, quivering wife, her legs straight, and raised in a victorious V.

Brenda squeezed what I flexed. Our smiles were again for each other as we resumed fucking. Our heat ramped up again.

But having crossed a line by swapping mates, I sought to recross it, or erase it. Our lower halves stayed extramarital, but my upper half resumed fidelity. I turned my head to nuzzle Kristi’s ear. She gasped, faced me, and put her lips on mine.

With a hand on each woman’s breast, I gulped Kristi’s tongue as she ran fingers through my hair. My hands grazed Garth’s as he gripped the other breasts. Our guests alternated matrimonial kisses with mumbled dirty talk about how nasty the spouse was.

None of what we did arose from spoken requests. Screw their rules (and them), our bodies encouraged and accepted anything. The linked foursome sent me soaring.

Brenda, maybe strengthened by maternity, owned the most powerful, thrilling vagina I had ever entered. I thrust eagerly amid her grinds, now less enthralled than simply excited. I launched her to cries of joy an octave above her speaking voice. Her walls continued to maintain my wrapped cock skillfully, and she left her husband’s kiss to bring the breast I gripped to my mouth. I still stroked Kristi as I hammered into Brenda, awash in the pleasure I shared with two women. This was my triumph. Yes, I’m bisexual, but nothing I feel with a man could be anything like this.

My forty-plus lover took everything I had, and clearly wanted more. “Garth,” I groaned around her nipple, “why don’t you keep her locked up? Big mistake, man.”

“Yeah,” he grunted, licking Kristi’s foot as he banged her. “And now she’s going black.”

“No problem,” said Brenda. “This just gives me another man to betray. And another reason for the one I live with to overachieve.”

Then, conversation lapsed. Weariness tried to claim me, but Brenda had me reprogrammed as a sex device. I think she came twice more, her nectar sloshing onto my balls, before I spazzed. Then, noting my shrinkage, she consented to my departure.

When we finally took a break, we found that the overloaded rubbers hadn’t split. We laughed heartily and lolled in sustained grabass, convinced that fortune favors the horny.

After a wipedown, I opened a bottle of wine and we passed it around, in a cross-legged FMFM quadrangle on the bed.

“Sherm,” said Kristi, stroking my back, “Garth might have wrecked me. Hope you don’t have plans for tomorrow.”

With thumb and index I lifted my shriveled wang. “I have nothing to plan with.”

Brenda patted my thigh while leaning limply on Garth. “Don’t butter us up.”

“We prefer olive oil,” said Garth instantly.

I chuckled, but asked, “Is that from your ‘A’ material?”

“That’s the only reason we’re here,” said Brenda. “So we can use our old dirty jokes on people who haven’t heard them.”

After some more light snogging, and water bottles to counteract the alcohol, we resumed with oral adultery. Each of us divulged the spouse’s preferences, sensitivities, and dirty little secrets, in sentence fragments between licks and sucks.

Brenda watched my reactions to everything she did to me. Just building a data base? She showed a wicked smile now and then. Just having fun?

She did a long lick on and around my balls, then sloppy tongued down the perineum…and then, just shy of anal puckerings, back up. My eyelids had fluttered from that close approach. She saw that. And smiled wickedly. Clearly she remembered the porno we had shared with them, and my implied endorsement of all the content.

So far, the only non-hetero expression in this foursome had been between Kristi and Brenda. And that was only once, and verbal. In our age-groups, etimesgut iranlı escort female bisexuality was widely, wildly approved by hetero men. So maybe the women were taking advantage of the men’s yankable chains.

I hadn’t hidden anything from our new playmates. But certain subjects hadn’t been raised.

I didn’t let my thoughts on Brenda’s motives stop me from giving yeoman service to her pussy and clit. She was surprisingly delicate there, given the ferocity of her fucking. No teeth anywhere near, ever. Slooowww, wet tonguing of the clit, to build her pleasure without giving her sudden twinges. Once bloodflow was up and her breathing was heavy, my tongue-poking between the labia, and lip-sliding on the clit, got her to a climactic howl.

Brenda was as skilled a sculptor of phalluses with her mouth as she was with her quim. The restoration of my rigidity wasn’t a surprise. We had taken a break, and my recovery was normal, despite my whine.

She tried to deepthroat, having seen that from Kristi, but couldn’t get my bottom inch. Her hard suck, with ball-fondling, still got me to gush into her mouth, and put spots before my eyes.

I was only dimly aware of what happened beside us. I had heard one of Kristi’s o-yells, familiar to me, and some laughter. Now I saw her elbow-propped from her back, between the legs of knee-standing Garth, fellating him with gusto. He was too much for her to deepthroat, given his thickness, but she was delighted by the fountain she had produced. Scum covered her face, neck, and torso. Every few seconds she stopped sucking and spat the load at his Dad-gut, then resumed sucking.

Brenda chuckled as she repositioned to hug me.

“He’s inhuman,” I said to her.

She kissed me and said, “You taste better.”

The shower ran for nearly an hour nonstop, as each of us entered and left to produce different arrangements, including MFM and FMF. “Just rehearsing,” said Garth, as he and I groped Kristi. “There are still more steps ahead, right?”

She grabbed our dicks and yanked rapidly. “Not every step,” she wailed, “may be on solid ground!” She bit my neck, hard.

Brenda said nothing, when she could easily have quipped. She watched us as she toweled off on the other side of the shower door. She smiled at me. I wondered if she had decided on her own to investigate my bi side, or if she had been deputized by Garth.

Chapter 4: A Woman’s Perspective

The morning after our swap with the suburbanites, Kristi and I were actually about as sated as we had told them we were. We allowed this to be a very lazy Sunday, taking our time to describe sexual details to the other.

“Garth started very smooth and gentle,” she told me. “I think he works at that, because he’s such a big guy. He might worry that women will think he’s rough.”

“A surprise?”

“Not really, but it was nice. He kept it up. I told him I wasn’t a porcelain figurine, but he just nodded. The feel of his dick, thickening on ring muscles, was building nicely, so I let him stay in charge. In time, he started boosting the energy.”

We were dressed in our usual weekend knockarounds. Her expression was as blissed as mine probably was. I thought that if the aftermath would always be like this, there could never be any reason not to resume the foursome.

“Was his gut a problem?”

She laughed. “No, Mister Ebony Six-Pack. Physically we bumped uglies just fine. He got my legs up and to the sides, and sucked in to the extent necessary. Esthetically, it was amusing to look at a bulging belly with hair surrounding an outie navel. Especially while I saw and felt his tool.”

“Do you think he has a thing for feet?”

“I doubt it. I think he was trying to show affection to more of me, and the legs and feet were the easiest to reach. I enjoyed having a little appreciation given to my legs while I got impaled. You may take note.”

“Definitely,” I said, reaching under the kitchen table to stroke her knee.

Her voice remained normally conversational, but her look at me was her Supportive Wife Face. “Are you secure enough to hear more? Will you accept that I went wild for his difference, and that this doesn’t mean it was better?”

“I heard how you responded, and got a glimpse or two. I accept that you enjoyed orgasms with him, and are eager for more.”

“He’s thicker than you are,” she said, “and about the same length. But even at his biggest, he’s not a steel girder. He’s circumcised, but it’s as if his outer surface is like a foreskin, and I’m sure the condom didn’t slide. Even when it stretched me, his cock was flexible. That felt great, it didn’t hurt at all but filled me totally.” She gave me A Certain Look. “You ever had anything like that up your ass?”

“Probably not.”

“I’m not eager for that. You know what my butt can accept. Maybe at max boner you can do Brenda’s.”

“Pure speculation, at this point,” I said, I think casually enough.

Since Kristi had shared with consideration, I felt I’d better do the same.

“I enjoyed some of Brenda’s difference too. And not just her jugs.”

Coffee cup at her lips, Kristi simply eyed me to continue.

“Brenda has a really strong pussy.” The consideration was in not saying ‘stronger,’ though ‘really’ might have hinted that.

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Mandy towered over me, the shadow of her breasts hiding the light.

“What did you call me?” said Mandy, her voice stern.

“Mistress,” I corrected myself.

“That’s right!” she said. Mandy nudged Kendra again. “Wakey-wakey sweetheart. Time to eat Mandy’s pussy!”

Kendra opened her eyes and I eased my cock from her pussy. Her lips stayed open and she made an “awww” sound as it left her. There was pre-cum oozing from my slit.

“I’ll get that for you,” said Mandy as she leaned over Kendra, her breasts looked huge as they nearly crushed the young woman’s stick thin legs. Mandy took my shaft in her hand and sucked the head of my cock. I nearly came in her mouth straight away. “I wanted to taste your cunt and his cock at the same time,” she said, talking to Kendra. “Hey look, his cock is so thick I can’t even get my hand around it! This has got to be one of the biggest dicks in the country!”

She waggled it all about and the movement was a weird mix of pain and pleasure. It hurt my overfull balls but it still felt good.

“You taste good,” she said, looking at me.

Kendra slid off the couch and moved into position between Mandy’s legs. I shuffled in behind Kendra. I never realized how cute her little butt was. I ran my hand over her left cheek. It was so small one of my admittedly big hands could nearly cover it. I pulled her cheeks apart and ran the tip of my cock against her wet and puffy slit. Her cunt was still open from the last fucking I had given her.

I saw Kendra kiss Mandy’s inner thighs and Mandy ran her hands through Kendra’s hair. I thought I’d take a chance. I’d never had anal sex before, women had always turned me down because of my girth, but now was the time. I locked eyes with Mandy who was bathing in pleasure, her enormous breasts rising and falling in time with her deep breathing. I lined up my thick, heavy, slick cock with Kendra’s tiny butthole and pushed in. Kendra’s face was mashed into Mandy’s pussy and my cockhead spread her hole a little but nowhere near enough for me cock to enter her. Her head snapped around, her face frozen in fear and pain. I guess this wasn’t the time either.

I lowered my sights a little, lined my dick up with her wet pussy and rammed myself in. Fuck her cunt felt good. For a moment I felt like I was coming but I knew I wasn’t. I had gone through the orgasm and now my body was all tingly. I could feel the pre-cum stream from my cock. I had been too hard for too long and now my whole body was reacting. I grabbed hold of Kendra’s narrow hips and started pumping hard and fast into her. Her face was being forced into Mandy’s pussy and Mandy was holding her there. I looked up and got hypnotized by the movement of Mandy’s huge breasts. I was having one long continuous orgasm without the crescendo, without shooting my load.

Mandy’s grip on Kendra’s head tightened and I could tell she was face fucking the young woman. The two women were moaning in unison now, Kendra from my cock and Mandy from getting her pussy eaten. I looked down and saw Kendra’s pussy was so wet that it was dripping pussy juice onto Mandy’s carpet. I picked up my pace, slamming my whole huge thick cock in and out of her, tunneling into her. I was a zombie intent on fucking whatever was in front of me.

Mandy’s breathing increased and her body began to tremble. I looked up, her huge breasts moving in waves, her legs quivering. Her eyes were closed in pleasure as her hips rocked back and forth. I could hear some muffled moans coming from Kendra between us but Mandy kept her face firmly in place. A jolt sent Mandy crashing back into the couch, her enormous boobs nearly hitting herself in the face. She let go of Kendra and the young woman fell to the floor, her pussy immediately falling off my cock. She gasped for breath. I looked down. She was breathing so heavy her ribs were visible. There was pussy juice all over her mouth and nose, her pussy was pink, puffy and streaming with a mix of her own juice and my pre-cum. I leaned back on my haunches. My cock now sticking up towards my chin, so hard I didn’t know if it was ever going to be ‘normal’ after this.

Mandy and I locked eyes. This was it. I edged my way around Kendra’s body and Mandy budged up on the sofa to meet me. Her hair was messed and the skin around her neck and chest was pink. It was her eyes that were most affected though. They were half-closed in a mixture of pleasure and delirium. She opened her legs for me but I didn’t want to enter her straight away. She had been concerned about my size and I knew from experience some women weren’t ok with my girth.

I got close enough to enter her, pressed my chest to her enormous bosom and kissed her. She melted into me. I cupped her face with one hand and one of her breasts with the other. My rock hard cock was pressed between us, nestled in between her huge boobs. If I thrusted I could have got myself a nice little titfuck. Mandy moaned as we kissed and she moved her hand down to grab hold of my cock. She grabbed ankarada yeni escortlar it where it was touching her breasts and rubbed a thumb on the frenulum. She may not have been experienced dealing with cocks my size but she knew how to make me feel good. Directing me by my cock she pushed me back and lined me up. She stopped.

“Now, go slow, you fucking horse!” she bopped me on the nose, smirking.

“You’re the boss, literally” I said, smirking back.

Mandy rubbed the cockhead against her slippery pussy and laid back. She braced herself against the sofa and grimaced. I had to laugh. Women didn’t usually look so scared when I was about to fuck them.

“Mandy!” I said, nearly laughing, “Do you want this?!” She peeped her eyes open. She looked at me, kinda nervous and kinda sad.

“I do but baby I’ve never been with anyone as big as you!”

“It’s ok, this is supposed to be fun so we’re gonna go slow! Just lie back but try to relax!

“Ok!” said Mandy as she laid back. I slid the head of my cock over her slit, the mix of her juice and my pre-cum were making us very slippery. I rubbed my frenulum up over her clit. I looked up and Mandy’s eyes were closed. “Mmmmm, that’s nice!”

I eased my cockhead down until it was in line with Mandy’s pussy. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and eased in. Mandy cupped her huge breasts, protecting them from the impending doom I guess or holding on to them like a protective blankey. I pushed my cockhead in and sucked my stomach in, pulled my chin to my chest. I was trying to get as good a view as I could. Her pussy lips parted slowly at first. My cockhead was halfway in and Mandy started moaning.

“I can feel it!” she said, still sounding scared.

“I should hope so!” I felt like saying, but didn’t want to distract. I kept going. The cockhead was nearly all the way in. “Hhhnnnn” said Mandy, bearing down on me. I gave one little jab of a push and my cockhead popped in. Mandy gasped, her eyes snapped open and her mouth made a perfect “O”.

“You ok?” I asked, concerned because she wasn’t moving. Her eyes moved to look at me and she gave me a tiny little nod. I pushed in a bit more, just an inch or so. She moaned loudly and deeply and her hands went from cupping her breasts to squeezing them. I pulled out so only my cockhead was inside her.

“Oh yes!” her eyes fully open now and staring at me, I started fucking her slowly only stopping at the “bump” in the middle of my dick. Her pussy was so tight I could barely move inside her. I kept rubbing her clit. Her pussy was actually very wet, I guess it was just naturally tight. I kept going, still feeling the tingles all over me. Mandy moaned in time with my thrusts. She must have been getting in to it as she let go one of her massive breasts, it dropped and sagged slightly to one side. It moved in time with my thrusts too. She reached out to touch my chest but we were still far apart so she just ran her fingertips through my chest hair. She seemed to relax and get into it and started pushing back against my thrusts. I looked down and the thick part of my cock was getting close to going inside her. She was pushing against me and she put her hand on my clit, taking over from me.

I rocked my hips back and forward and ran my hands all over Mandy’s delicious body. I could hear her breathing get deeper. She low key moaning now. When I pulled out, the part of my cock that had been in Mandy was slick with her juices. I reached up and tried to take one of her breasts in my hand but it was too big. It felt amazing as it swayed in time with my movements.

Kendra had woken up from her stupor and crawled up on the sofa, kneeling beside Mandy. She leaned down and took the breast that Mandy had let go in her hands. She needed two to even begin to cover it. Kendra took the nipple in her mouth and that set Mandy off. She moaned deeply and put her hand on my hip. As I pushed in she pulled me in to her. The widest part of my cock stretched her and then popped in. I wasn’t expecting the movement so I fell forward, my cock going all the way inside her. Mandy screamed but I guess the combination of my penetration, Kendra sucking her tit and her playing with her clit, set her orgasm off. Her hips started shaking and she rubbed herself furiously.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she managed to say before it hit. Her hips jerked up and she froze. She squeezed one breast until her fingers went white and Kendra was sucking like crazy on the other. Her pussy had clamped down on my iron hard cock and that was it for me. Her orgasm finally sent me over the edge.

I had been so close for so long I knew this was going to be a big one. I pulled out of Mandy’s pussy just in time. Her cunt popped as I left her now gaping hole, a stream of our juices ran down from her pussy into the crack of her ass, on to her couch. I didn’t even have to touch it, my cock just exploded. The first thick rope of come flew from my cock and sailed over Kendra’s head, landing on Mandy’s cheek. The next shot, which was just as thick hit Kendra in the side of the bayan escort elvankent face. The next five or six shots landed on Mandy’s huge tits. The last few landed on her tummy. My body was still tingling but now I was drained. I slumped back on the carpet, my cock finally softening.

Kendra let Mandy’s breast out of her mouth with a pop and started licking all the streaks of cum off Mandy’s heaving body. Her breathing eventually evened out and she sat up. Kendra licked the cum off Mandy’s face. The two women shared a brief but passionate kiss. Kendra then scooped the cum from her own cheek with her index finger before offering that to Mandy who greedily sucked my cum into her warm and inviting mouth. She looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Mmmmm, you taste great!” she said, her voice husky.

“You too!” I said, biting my lip and looking at her dripping pussy. I realized we were all naked and I didn’t know about the ladies but I was as thirsty as all hell. I took a swig from the whisky and coke Mandy had prepared for me. “Would you ladies like a drink? Seeing I am now your sex slave for a week, I should get the practice in!”

Mandy and Kendra looked at each other.

“Hey, that’s right!” Kendra said, excited.

“He didn’t give us the promised amount of orgasms!” agreed Mandy. The two women got excited that they had me as a slave and if I could have physically achieved an erection, I would have shown my excitement too.

I caught my breath and picked up the women’s drinks and handed them to them. I stood before the beautiful, naked and cum-covered women, my softening cock dangling in front of them.

“What are we going to do with him?” Kendra asked Mandy, her eyes big like a puppy.

“Oh, I haven’t decided that yet baby. But for starters I’m going to have a shower,” she said, standing up. As she stood, the difference in height was its most clear. I was easily twelve inches taller than her but all I could focus on were her enormous breasts and the way they sat on her chest. I could feel myself getting hard again and then I felt it. I looked down and saw Kendra sucking on the head of my soft cock like an oversized pacifier.

“I could help you with that shower,” I offered.

Mandy chewed the thought over in her head before nodding, “Sure! But you’re to keep that thing away from me for the time being,” she said, pointing towards my cock. “I can still feel you in me!”

Kendra let go of my cock with a “pop!” and Mandy and I walked to her bathroom. I let Mandy walk ahead of me and I watched her full round behind sway and bounce as she walked. The work that Kendra had just done sucking my soft cock and the sight before me meant I had a semi slapping from thigh to thigh as I walked. Ok, it was more than a semi!

The bathroom was surprisingly spacious with grey black and white tiles and chrome fittings. There was a shower area and a separate in-built bath, not the combo that I was used to. It was so fancy that the shower area didn’t even have a door, just one of those rain shower heads overhead and another that you could take off its mount.

Mandy stood under the big rain shower head and turned on the water. The water cascaded down her outrageously curvaceous body and she slicked back her hair. I picked up the shower gel and poured some into my hand. I made a lather and rubbed it all over her body, focusing of course on her huge breasts. She looked down at the attention I was giving them, looked up at me and smiled. I was getting hard again. I rubbed down her tummy then turned her around and worked on her back. I crouched down, my semi hard cock nearly touching the ground, and rubbed the soapy lather over her deliciously thick thighs. My face was right at her pussy level and it gave me an idea. I took the second shower head off and turned that water on too. I rinsed off the suds from her legs and then I played around with the setting until it became a firm but not too strong jet.

I glanced up, the water cascading down from Mandy’s boobs hitting me in my face. She seemed curious as to what I was doing but didn’t want to stop me. With one hand, I rubbed her pussy gently. I could hear her moans over the sound of the water. I leaned in and gave her clit a quick kiss before leaning back and directing the water to her skin right beside her pussy. She got the idea and I think she had done this before as she pushed her hips forward and reached down to spread her pussy lips apart, exposing her clit. I looked up and she nodded so I aimed the jet of water straight on to her clit and straight away there was a big reaction.

Mandy let out a grunt like she had been hit in the stomach. One hand shot out to balance herself against the wall, the other went straight to the top of my head, grabbing my wet hair. She was gripping it quite strongly but I kept the shower head directed straight at her. She took her hand from the wall and moved my hand that held the shower head. Why she didn’t use the hand that was trying to rip my scalp off, I’ll never know! She directed my hand and by escort bayan etimesgut proxy the jet of water in tight little circles, moving around her clit but then straight on to it. She let go of my hand as the water was right on it and she started humping her hips up to meet it. She was moaning and keeping a tight grip on my hair. I looked up as best I could to watch her tits bounce. I could only crane my head up a tiny bit thanks to the hold she had on me but I could see the massive breasts bounce in time with her hips. I kept the water jet on her as best I could but it seemed like she didn’t fully need it and was well on her way to another orgasm. She gave one last grunt and yanked my head as her knees buckled. She didn’t fall though and instead let go of my hair and pushed the shower head away from her.

“How did you know about that?” she asked, breathless.

“The porn I watch, it’s usually women masturbating,” I answered honestly.

My cock was getting quite hard now. Mandy twisted the knob on the wall, turning off the water. She reached over to the towel rack, picked one up and handed it to me before taking one for herself. She wrapped it around her body, the towel making her breasts look even bigger than they normally did. A cheeky idea sprang into my mind.

“Hey, check this out!” I flexed my cock and squeezed making it as hard as I could and draped the towel over it. It stood up, like a mini, or rather not so mini-towel rack! Mandy looked down at my towel supporting cock and burst out laughing. She slapped my chest playfully and walked out of the bathroom. I toweled myself off some more, not wanting to drip all over her carpet.

I wrapped the towel around my waist, the outline of my bulging cock tremendously obvious. I followed Mandy to her bedroom, tapping on the door as I entered. She had lost her towel and was moisturizing her enormous breasts, rubbing white cream on the top of her chest and working the lotion in expanding circles. I was hypnotized.

I sat on the edge of her bed and watched as she smiled benevolently at my perversion.

“That was really nice of you, you know that?” she said, her voice tender.

“What?” I said, fascinated by her moisturizing.

“You gave me an orgasm just for me. You didn’t expect anything in return.”

“But I did get something in return,” I said as she stepped closer to me. “I got to see you come, and you can see what affect that has had on me!” I said, nodding to my straining erect cock.

Mandy was right beside me now, her enormous breasts right at my face level. She smiled and laughed gently, “You really do like my breasts, don’t you?” She took one of my hands and rubbed her left breast with it. The moisturizer was still on it so my hand slid over her skin smoothly. She used my hand to lift up her breast.

“It’s so heavy!” I said, shocked at the weight of just one of them! I looked up at her, my eyes wide open. She nodded her head slowly. I realized I had just told a big breasted woman her breast was heavy and felt stupid. “Sorry, that’s a bit obvious, isn’t it?!”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said as she eased my hand away

She leaned towards me slightly and put one hand on the back of my head. She pulled my face into one of her huge breasts and mushed her breast into my face. The two way action made her boob nearly smother me.

I couldn’t see anything but I felt her fingers twirl around the tip of my cock. I felt her grasp it and stroke it. Her hands still had the cream on it so the motions were very fluid. I needed to breathe but she held my face to her breast firmly and continued stroking.

“You like that, don’t you, you fucking horse cock stud!” she said, an edge in her voice that wasn’t there before. I liked it! I was desperate for air so I wrenched my head back and took a deep breath. Mandy continued stroking me, not missing a beat. As soon as I had my breath taken, she smashed my face into her breast again. I took as much of her tit in my mouth and sucked. The sheer volume of boob nearly overwhelmed me.

“Kendra?” she called out as she continued wanking me off, keeping a strong and steady pace. I heard gentle footsteps enter the room and Mandy talked, “Hey, sweetie! You kneel down here in front of David and he’ll give you a nice surprise. Mandy was going to use me to give Kendra a facial?!

I felt a hand on my knee and from the positioning, I knew it had to be Kendra’s. Mandy’s stroking gradually became faster. I was sucking on her enormous titty and she was rubbing my cock the full length. I felt a tiny little kiss land on the inside of my thigh before a sensation on my balls. Kendra was licking my balls. I had always had a weakness for that so between that and the stroking and the breast in my face I was getting very close to coming. I tried to say it but it came out muffled. In fact, I was starting to see dots behind my eyelids.

“Oohh,” Mandy said, her stroking getting faster still, “He’s getting harder! I think he’s close!” The licking of my balls stopped as I presume Kendra sat back in anticipation of my load. Mandy kept my face pressed to her breast as her hand blurred up and down my thick shaft. When my first load came, I heard both women gasp. Mandy pulled my face away from her, using my hair and the sensation of fresh oxygen and the orgasm hit at the same time like a punch to the stomach.

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I looked over. Sophie was totally naked except for the skimpy black bikini thong that we had chosen for her, and her heels, far too high for comfort, but that, forcing her onto her toes slightly, gently accentuated the arc of her calves. Her body glistened slightly in the warmth of the room. Light shone gently on the curves of each plump, firm breast; her stomach was taut, her hipbones faintly perceptible, the outline of her pubic mound visible against the black of her thong. Her dark brown hair, cut in a vaguely French fashion, came down to her shoulders, framing her face and delicate neck. Her collarbones were slightly pronounced.

From behind, the thong accented the lines of her pert, shapely ass perfectly. We’d made her up, but been sure not to go too far: mascara, a little eyeliner, a touch of blusher to bring out her cheekbones, dark red lipstick. A small cross hung from her neck down between her breasts. Her hands on her hips, she pouted slightly. For all the world she looked like a glamour model, extremely confident, a little slutty, and somewhat bored with the wait before a shoot. But there was a faint quiver in her frame as well, a shiver of anticipation. And what was that look in her eyes? Lust? Or fear?

Sophie really was a stunning young woman. Me, I’m like other girls. Sure, I’ve had my experiences, the odd fumble, or a sloppy, drunken kiss at a party to turn the boys on. But I’m no lesbian. And yet Sophie, something about her — her trim Asian physique (she was half Chinese), her perfectly formed c-cup breasts, the curve of her ass — in a different life, I’d have worshipped her.

One of the boys came forward — Jon, I think — and grabbed her with one hand by the throat. With the other, he began groping her chest, tweaking her nipples hard, and slapping her breasts up and down with the flat of his hand. She held his gaze, affecting a kind of cool indifference, but whimpered a little against her will. He leered at her, and pressed two of his fingers into her mouth, making her suck on them. She gagged slightly as he forced them into her throat.

Then Rich appeared behind her. He groped and pinched one of her butt cheeks and she flinched in embarrassment. In one deft movement, he peeled her thong away, exposing a cute little triangle of public hair, and manoeuvred her so that she was leaning forward slightly on her hips, Jon’s grip on her throat maintaining her balance, her ass sticking out behind her. It can’t have been very comfortable; I suppose that was the point.

Rich pinned her arms firmly against the small of her back, and, forcing his hand between her cheeks, made her spread her legs. He began doing something to her ass, I wasn’t sure what to begin with. Then I realised that he was applying vast quantities of lube in anticipation of what they were about to do to her, fingering her ass and cunt roughly. He spanked her occasionally; she yelped or groaned, and the other boys standing around her — there were about a dozen in total — smirked and laughed. Sandwiched between Rich and Jon as they began to go to work on her — tottering unsteadily on her heels as she took their abuse at either end — her perfect, toned body looked appallingly fragile. Sophie was a goddess, but I’m not sure they planned to treat her like one.

***

I should perhaps pause for a moment to give you some background. Sophie and I are fresh out of school, two college girls, eighteen and a bit, serious about our studies, but out to have a little fun on the side while we’re still young. But money is always the issue. We like nice things, but a student loan will only take you so far. So when the boys across the hall from our apartment — Rich and Rob, two big athletic lads in their thirties — invited us over for a game of poker with their friends one evening, we jumped at the chance. Or rather, Sophie did; she was good at maths, and had the idea that she’d be able to work out the probabilities or something. For myself, I thought I might win a little by luck, but wasn’t particularly bothered either way. And a quiet night in, a few beers with those nice gents, it would keep us out of trouble, I thought. How wrong I was. How wrong we both were.

By 10pm, I’d lost the little money that I’d brought with me. I pouted a little, but whatever, I could take it. So I got chatting to some of the lads there, had a few too many drinks. It was great, a nice night in with good company. Perhaps I’d even feel the spark of romance, I thought to myself. But I must have got distracted talking to one Rich’s friends, because when midnight came around, it sounded like Sophie had got herself into some difficulty.

‘Deal me in,’ she said

‘You don’t have any money left,’ Rich replied. ‘And I mean — look, sorry, but you’re in trouble as it is. For fuck’s sake, you’re four thousand down.’

‘Four thousand?’ I said. ‘What the fuck? Where did you get money like that?’

‘It’s my student loan,’ she murmured sheepishly.

‘What the fuck?’

‘Look, I didn’t mean to. But ankara escort bayanlar here we are. And my luck’s about to change, I know it. I just need this last hand, that’s all. All or nothing, Rich, go on, you know you want to.’

‘It doesn’t matter what I want, you don’t have any money left.’

‘But look I — Christ, I need that money. I’ll do anything. I’ll, I don’t know, I’ll take my top off or something. Whatever, I want to make my money back. You want to see my tits?’ She went to unbutton her blouse.

‘You’re four thousand pounds down, Sophie. You can hardly expect me to write that off for a flash of your tits.’ From across the room, Rob cleared his throat awkwardly. The atmosphere had changed perceptibly. I was suddenly aware of how hot it was.

‘Well what, then? One more hand.’

‘Why so confident?’ murmured one of Rich’s friends, I thought his name was Jon.

‘One way to find out. Deal me in.’

‘Well fuck, I don’t know. I’m not interested in your tits — ‘

‘Wait a minute bro –,’ one of the other boys said.

‘I mean for four thousand pounds. I’m going to need more than that.’ Rich’s tone had changed. There was something business-like about him suddenly.

Sophie shrugged. ‘Fine’, she sighed. ‘So fuck me.’

‘WHAT?!’ I exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes. ‘Look, give us a minute, would you?’

She took me next door, to the bathroom, and in hushed tones explained that she’d been counting the cards and that her next hand was a winner, for sure. There was no risk at all, she said. Those dumb Neanderthals were sure to take the bait, then boom! She’d get her money back and we could forget about the whole thing. And if not — well, she needed the money one way or another. She pouted at me. ‘Play along, Sarah? No risk, I promise.’

I had my reservations still, but Sophie could be a real stubborn bitch when she wanted to be. And what did I know? Maybe she was right and she’d make her money back. Somewhat reluctantly, I followed her back through to the poker table.

The mood had shifted for sure now. A few of the boys were pacing up and down, a few were fidgeting. More than one was breathing heavily. The air was thick with animal lust.

Rich cleared his throat and stroked his chin.

‘The lads and I have discussed things, Sophie. Hope you don’t mind. The thing is, four thousand is an expensive fuck for anyone, even, if you don’t mind my saying, your charming self.’ She nodded graciously. ‘But we are not in principle opposed to some sort of arrangement.’

‘Who is we’? I asked weakly.

‘Shut up,’ said Sophie. ‘What are you suggesting?’

Rich turned to one of his friends. ‘Mike here works in film lighting. He’s done some work in pornography. There’s something you didn’t know about him, eh?’ He chuckled to himself. ‘How much does four thousand pounds get you from a girl these days, Mike?’

Mike’s voice was extremely strained. ‘A lot, Rich. A hell of a lot.’

‘You see my predicament, Sophie? I’m going to need a lot.’

‘I said whatever, are you fucking deaf? I lose, you do what you want to me.’ She leaned over, her breasts resting on the table. She held his gaze. ‘You can put it anywhere you want,’ she said, in a low, sultry voice. She must have been very confident, I thought. Maybe there was nothing to worry about after all.

‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep,’ I heard Jon murmur from the other side of the room.

Rich sighed. ‘But you see, one dude fucking you, it just doesn’t cover four thousand, not even close. Mike said a lot. He’s a gentleman, but I’ll spell it out — I think he meant a lot of cock. Do you see what I’m saying? I’ll deal you in, sure. But you’re going to have to… Christ, let’s not beat around the bush. If you lose, you’ll have to fuck every one of my friends here. I mean every single one, and we can do whatever we want to you. Whatever the fuck we want, one night only, four thousand pounds’ worth. That’s the offer, take it or leave it.’

‘I said –,’ Sophie began.

He held up his hand and spoke softly. ‘I do mean whatever, Sophie. I like you. But you should think hard about what you say now. There will be no going back. My friends and I are fair, but firm.’

You could have heard a pin drop.

‘So deal me in.’

And that was her fate settled, really. I don’t know if she was drunk, or counted the cards wrong or never knew what the fuck she was doing to begin with, but Sophie got two of a kind or something, something really pathetic, to Rich’s flush, it wasn’t even close. And that was that. We said our shocked goodbyes to the boys — they were agog, couldn’t believe their luck — and wandered back to the flat in a daze, shell-shocked and bewildered. It was only gradually dawning on Sophie what she had signed herself, her body, up for. But give her her due, she was a woman of her word — a stubborn bitch like I said. So she agreed to return to Rich’s place the next evening at 6pm on the dot, and she’d be theirs until midnight, to do with ankara esmer escortlar as they wished.

What was six hours, after all? And the rate — it worked out at almost seven hundred pounds an hour — if only, alas, it were not in settlement of this debt. Who wouldn’t take a little gentle cock-sucking for money like that? And how rough could they be, really? Maybe it’d be candles and roses, you never knew. Boys were so shy anyway. They’d probably be too nervous to touch her and settle for a striptease or something. Sophie was no virgin, anyway, however innocent she looked. In fact, she’d slept with three different boys — although not, I supposed, at the same time. But probably it would be a piece of cake. Probably. I agreed to act as a sort of chaperone and to intervene if things got out of hand, which they wouldn’t, probably. And so, early the next evening, we made her up a little, dressed her in a skimpy little white number, had a few glasses of chardonnay — for courage, you understand — and crossed the hall.

***

And now here she was, paying her debts, preparing, or being prepared, half against her will, to be violated by this group of strange men. Because it was clearly violation they had in mind. The white dress was gone in seconds — I don’t even know why we’d bothered with it to begin with — as the boys clawed and groped at her in their excitement, backing her into the corner, a deer in the headlights. Her bra hadn’t lasted much longer. They hadn’t even bothered to say hello; they’d simply started mauling her.

I sighed to myself. They’d seemed like such nice young men before. I didn’t know at the time if they were drunk, or drunk on lust, or looking to get their money’s worth, or just keen to take advantage of the situation. You don’t get many shots with a girl like Sophie; in a thousand normal lifetimes, you wouldn’t get one chance to rough her up the way they were evidently planning. I learned afterwards that they were on all manner of pills to keep them hard and to keep the cum coming; they had clearly planned to make the most of this rare opportunity, to make a real whore of this beautiful young woman. And in their heightened animal lust, there was a violent streak, and everyone could feel it.

Jon still had Sophie by the throat. He had stopped abusing her breasts for a moment, and was now lightly slapping her face and squeezing her cheeks together.

‘We’re going to make you into a sloppy little slut tonight, you dirty bitch,’ he growled in her ear. Breathing heavily, her breasts quivering and her nipples rock hard, she went instinctively to slap him as at an insult. But he grabbed her forearm before she could make contact. ‘Oh no you don’t, whore,’ he sneered. ‘There’ll be plenty more where that came from.’ And as punishment, her yanked her forward by the hair, prized her jaw open roughly with his fingers, and stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. She groaned into it, kissed him back as best she could, and took the humiliation well — she would have to get used to it, there was a lot more of that to come. But she closed her eyes and visibly shuddered when he forced her head to one side and licked the length of her cheek.

He buried his head in her neck, nibbling on her collarbone slightly. Then, turning his attention to her chest again, he slapped her right tit from below, hard, leering as it jiggled. She inhaled sharply at the pain and humiliation, gulping down her panic, but trembling slightly nevertheless. He began mauling and squeezing her breasts once more.

Rich had been busy sliding his fingers in and out of her ass and cunt from behind, slapping her quivering buttocks up and down and groping her smooth, tanned inner thighs while her breathing got heavier in lust and apprehension. Evidently satisfied that she was sufficiently wet, or at the very least lubed up, he forced his fingers into her mouth, making her taste the juices from her ass and cunt. She grimaced a little, but did her best to look sultry as she sucked his fingers, eyes wide in submission and holding his gaze, moving her mouth up and down his fingers as if she were sucking cock, taking them deep into her throat. He merely laughed, tugging on her nipples with his free hand while she squirmed in discomfort. Then, wrapping both hands around her throat, he forced her to her hands and knees on the floor, directing her to humiliate herself for their entertainment and arousal.

‘Spank your ass for us, you little slut,’ he instructed her, his voice dripping with cruelty and lust. ‘Crawl over there on your hands and knees, to the middle of the floor, and moan for me, like a bitch in heat.’

She did as she was told, spanking her ass a few times, moaning faintly. Then she crawled forward, her gorgeous, firm ass high in the air, the light glinting on her curves and her hips swivelling from side to side in an exaggerated parody of sensuality. The boys — they’d all stripped off by now, and were masturbating themselves erect — formed a circle sincan grup yapan escortlar around her. Still on her hands and knees, she gazed up at them, demure, doe-eyed, innocent. Was she getting off on this a little? Did she know what was coming? She raised herself to her knees and bit her lower lip — was it nerves, or flirtation? She looked so vulnerable there, the men towering over her and dwarfing her petite frame. But she was no fool, and must have known how sluttily she was behaving, even if she didn’t have much say in the matter.

Then Mike, the pornographer, grabbed one of her tits and the nape of her neck, positioning his cock, rock hard and thick, in front of her face.

She opened her mouth expectantly, nodding slightly and murmuring her assent as she gazed up at him. That’s how it began. ‘Suck my cock, you sexy little bitch,’ he snarled, ramming his cock into her mouth.

She stayed on her knees like that for a while, sucking them off one after another, one cock in her mouth, one in each hand. Occasionally, one of them would make her push her breasts together and would fuck her tits while her mouth was occupied. She was quite professional about it, fluttering her eyelashes up at them sluttily as they took turns with her, sometimes jacking them off into her mouth, sometimes playing with her nipples while they fucked her mouth, their hands around her throat or holding her hair in a tight grip.

They would force her to place her hands behind her back and alternate between wanking into her mouth and slapping her face with their cocks, raining blows down on her cheeks and open mouth, the faint thumping sound of flesh on flesh filling the air as she closed her eyes and accepted her humiliation. Or they would hold her in place by one of her bare, slender shoulders, and slap each of her breasts up and down in turn, the boys jeering as her tits jiggled and as Sophie cringed and wriggled in embarrassment and discomfort. Each man was a little rougher and meaner than the last, fucking her mouth, groping her tits, spanking her ass and slapping her face whenever she gagged or paused to gasp for breath. They obviously got off on verbally humiliating her, each of them letting her know what they thought of her as they abused her pretty little face and squeezed her tits and ass.

‘You like that, you dizzy tart? You like having your whore mouth used like that?’

‘That’s a good girl, keep sucking those fucking cocks.’

‘You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?’

‘You posh little bitch, suck my fucking balls.’

This last was Rob, who was sitting back on the sofa and had been forcing her to service his cock on her hands and knees there. He had her face pinned to his crotch by her hair, and was making her lap at his balls with her tongue and take them in her mouth submissively. He reached down periodically to finger her cunt or ass, rubbing her juices over her face when he brought his hand back up.

Then he stood up, and placed the head of his long, thick cock in her mouth, ordering her to wrap her lips around it and wanking furiously into her mouth like that, leering at her as his wanking hand thumped her lips rhythmically. She tried to pull away, a little alarmed at how nasty things were quickly getting, but he held her there by the back of her head, and started to jack-hammer his cock in and out of her mouth, hard and fast. He’d rip his cock out of her mouth just long enough for her to take half a breath, then ram it back in to drive her humiliation and helplessness home. ‘Take it, you little fucking bitch. Take my fucking cock in your throat,’ he growled, slapping her face, her hair balled up in his fist. She whimpered and choked, gasping for air.

When Rob had finished with her for a moment, Jon yanked her head back by the hair. She opened her mouth expectantly for his cock; instead, he spat in her face and mouth, slapping her face and rubbing it in roughly. She closed her eyes and panted a little, shocked at this violent development, still catching her breath. I suppose it had begun to dawn on her that this was not going to be an evening of wine and roses; that they had real plans for her, and meant to get their money’s worth.

On the whole, though, Sophie was taking it like a cock-sucking champ, doing her best to maintain a kind of doe-eyed innocence and batting her eyes up at them, even as they took turns stretching her throat and verbally abusing her. But her violation had barely begun. Two of the boys, over-eager and unused to such first-rate service and submissiveness, blew hot, sticky loads of cum early into her mouth and on her face. Rich tutted, sternly scolding her for being a such a greedy little bitch, and forced her to scoop their spunk off of her cheeks with her fingers and to slide it into her mouth or rub it into her skin like some vapid, decadent whore.

Looking up at her tormentors coquettishly, she showed them the cum in her mouth, two thick loads; then, tilting her head back, she let it slide down her throat. ‘That’s a good girl,’ Rich murmured, ‘a good little whore,’ as she licked her lips and looked up at them for more. Perhaps she thought that if she really put on a show, she’d get them all off more quickly and her ordeal would be over. But they were erect again in seconds, and back for more.

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Yet a new day. Mona woke to the memory of the night before with a slight hangover. The memory of lots of cock on tap just for her like a herd of cats lining up to screw a female cat in heat. And then there was the anal part, which if she had to sum it up in a word, she would use ‘enjoyable.’

Pussy sore, Mona took a shower and focused on scrubbing away the residual cum that had leaked out overnight caked around her crotch.

After what seemed like 20 minutes, she emerged clean. She dressed and joined the couple downstairs.

“Some party, huh?” Mona said.

“Yeah, it was pretty good. They had a better drink selection than usual,” Saba claimed.

“Yeah, and you know what I heard? Apparently there was some guy on girl action upstairs,” Mehrdad started.

“What??” exclaimed Saba.

“Yeah, apparently there was some chick that took something like ten guys, really rode the train,” Mehrdad said.

“Oh my God,” Saba expressed. “Do they know who she was? Was she a prostitute?”

“Not sure,” he continued. “All I heard was she was Persian and apparently she had no problem with doing anal.”

“What? Hahaha, oh my God, that’s so nasty. She must have been the sluttiest prostitute ever,” Saba said. “Promise me you’ll never get involved with anything like that.”

“What? Me? Never! I’m not crazy. Plus, I have you,” he said assuringly.

Saba walked over and gave Mehrdad a hug and a kiss.

Mona, trying to act cool, was secretly shitting (figuratively). ‘Oh, shit, word was getting out,’ she was thinking to herself. ‘Does Mehrdad know it was me? If he does, he sure doesn’t show it.’

“Can you believe that Mona?” Saba started. “The same place we were in last night some slut was getting gangbanged by lots of those same men we were talking to. Just insane!”

“I know, right?” Mona replied. “It’s unbelievable.”

Two weeks later, Saba had to work on the weekend and Mehrdad was hosting some buddies at his house for a backyard barbecue. Saba asked Mona if she could help out.

“I’d do it myself, but I’m scheduled to work Saturday. Unless you want to switch with me?” Saba said.

“No, I’m happy not going to work. I don’t mind helping out with the party. Shouldn’t be too big a deal. Anyway, Mehrdad is doing all the cooking, right?” Mona asked.

“That’s right. If you could just help out hosting by getting the door for any stragglers, offer drinks, keep it tidy so the guys can just focus on fun…”

“Got it! No problem, I got your back,” Mona replied.

It was now the day of, Saba was at work filling prescriptions and what not, and Mehrdad and Mona were hosting the party. Between chopping some fruit, setting out plates, getting party ice, restocking the liquor and beer, Mona also made sure she looked nice.

She put on a cotton gown that was flowing and had some cleavage but not too much. She decided to go braless and commando since they tended to show lines through the dress. That along with doing her hair up, shaving in all the regular places, perfume, makeup, nail polish on fingernails and toenails, heels.

The men started to show around 3:30pm, a good mix of Persians and non-Persians. They all congregated in the backyard since it was an unseasonably warm day. Mehrdad was flipping burgers and brats, and the guys helped themselves to whatever they desired, including a beer or mixing a cocktail at the bar. Mona helped out in the drinks department when she wasn’t doing other things.

At one point during the early evening she started to notice a few of the men giving her looks. She wasn’t sure what for, if it was her dress was see-through, or her nipples were sticking out, but all seemed normal.

Eventually one of the guys who had been eyeing her strangely went up to ask for a drink and asked in a low voice, “Hey, remember me?”

Mona looked at him inquisitively head cocked to the side, “I’m sorry, have we met?”

“Yes, I’m positive. Remember the party two weeks back? We met there.”

“Party?” She was concerned he was one of the guys who she’d slept with. There were so many of them, she probably couldn’t pick hardly any of them out of a police line up. Feigning ignorance, “I don’t remember any party.”

“That’s funny, cause I remember your beautiful naked body on display while roughly 8 or 9 guys came inside of you. Ring any bells?”

Mona turned beet red, both embarrassed and nervous that her drunken inadvertent orgies would get out to those who knew her. Her past it seemed had caught up with her.

“You won’t tell anyone will you?” she asked with great concern in her whisper.

“I hadn’t been planning on it, although I’m not the only one here. Have a drink with me and let’s pretend it never happened.”

She poured herself a double to calm her nerves and went and sat down with him by the pool.

“You know that was amazing, right? I’m not a swinger or anything. So I’d never experienced anything like that before. You have a real talent for sex with your stamina and gorgeous ankara ucuz escortlar body. I have a feeling you could be a successful porn actress if you wanted.”

“Hahaha!” Flattered, “Are you some kind of porn producer or something?”

“No, I’m just saying, your looks and enthusiasm far surpass those of most women in the industry from what I’ve observed.”

“Thanks?” she said, unsure if it was really a compliment. Surely any half good looking woman could pull off a porn success with minimal effort. Still, it’s always nice to be appreciated. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“He continued, “So how do you know Mehrdad?”

“He’s my cousin-in-law, his wife Saba being my first cousin on my dad’s side.”

“Oh nice. Yeah they’re good people,” he said.

Looking around she noticed the men fumbling around with the drink station.

“Please excuse me, I should help those guys out with the drinks. Thanks for being discreet. I owe you one,” she said.

He nodded and she headed to the bar.

Mona continued serving drinks to the four guys huddled around. Everybody was really getting loose since it had been a couple of hours and a few drinks in. The four encouraged Mona to share a drink with them. She poured another double. After all, nothing’s worse than being sober around a group of drunk people.

The five all toasted to good times and good friends and the lovely lady sharing their company. She sipped her drink fairly quickly given she wanted to be able to continue hosting. The alcohol certainly was taking its effect. She was way more relaxed now, and completely forgot about the possibility of getting identified as the gangbang party slut from two weeks back.

She started to head back to the house to get more ice when she accidentally slipped/got bumped while trying to edge by a group of guys that were next to the pool. She fell into the pool with a huge splash, getting completely soaked, makeup now streaming down her face. The crowd all cheered given it was funny and she was clearly okay.

Pouting, Mona came to the steps of the pool and walked up and out of the pool, her dress sticking to her body as if it were skin. Her C-Cup breasts leaving nothing to the imagination, the dress also filling in her ass crack like a pair of booty-shorts. It was like a record scratch with all eyes on Mona and nobody saying anything.

Mona turned red again in embarrassment, placed an arm across her chest, and quickly scuttled into the house. She went up to her room to dry off and get changed. She peeled off her dress, opened the bathroom door, and literally bumped into a guy who’d been using her bathroom.

“Oops!” she exclaimed, and quickly covered all of her privates.

“Apologies, but you’re simply gorgeous!” The guy couldn’t take his eyes off Mona.

“Could I get a little privacy? I need to dry off.”

“Oh sure, I’m sorry, excuse me,” and he walked out, closing the door behind him.

‘Jeez,’ she said to herself. ‘I can’t believe that happened.’ She dried her body, then dried her hair as best as she could with a towel. Then she came out and put on a thong, short shorts, and a tank top. She felt warm from the alcohol and didn’t feel like layering up too much.

When she emerged, the men all gave her a cheer, clapping at her return. As always, she dressed in a way that grabbed their attention. One guy handed her another drink like the one she’d had earlier, and she took it gratefully.

Eventually they all moved inside, putting the game on, and the men filling the large living room. She got the snacks and fruit and made it available on the coffee table, put the ice chest next to it, and hung out with the guys.

After about 30 minutes and another drink, Mona started getting horny again being alone with all these guys, some of whom were quite athletic looking, and apparently some of whom had already had a ride with her. All this floating around in her head, and suddenly the TV screen changed from the game to a video of Mona on her back while she was getting railed by a Persian stud and sucking off another one who was kneeling next to her head.

“Oh fuck!” Mona yelled as the entire room got over the surprise of amateur porn spontaneously appearing on the screen and then recognizing that the center of attention was Mona taking all that dick.

The men started oohing and ahing and would glance over at Mona who had the most dreadful face on, and then back at the video. They started to cheer as she continued to get railed. Turned out it was a highlights reel where it showed her at different moments from the recent party sucking, getting nailed on her back, doggystyle, spit roast, and then the piece de resistance, anal penetration. The men really cheered as she spread her cheeks and the guy pushed inside and then quickly nutted as deep as he could.

Mona was mortified, drunk, and progressively horny as she watched herself take all that cock. Even she had to admit that it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. elvankent üniversiteli escortlar Without thinking her hand was between her legs trying to quench the fire that was burning so hard in her crotch.

Any man you looked at was sporting a large bulge in their pants, and they noticed she too was suffering from extreme horniness. Once the video ended and the screen went black, the men started clapping in appreciation and then began to clap in unison while chanting, “More, more, more…”

Mehrdad stood up in front of the group and said, “Gentlemen, apparently that’s the end of the show, unless…” and he looked over at Mona.

Mona, fed up with hiding and suffering from horniness, stood up joined Mehrdad in the center of the room and said, “Okay Boys, settle down. If you can be patient I promise all of you will get a turn.”

With that she knelt down next to Mehrdad, looked up at him, and starting rubbing along his thigh and waiting to see what he’d do. The men all gave a huge cheer as belts were coming undone, shirts off, and a general huddle around Mona began to form.

“Go ahead and undo my pants, Bitch,” Mehrdad told Mona.

She complied by undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants, unzipping his zipper, and sliding his pants and underwent down, which was hard to do given his large hard cock, which sprang up once the underwear made it past it. He pulled his shirt off, stepped out of his pants, and offered his cock to her face.

Mona’s fantasy of being with Mehrdad’s cock became a reality. His cock was thick and heavy in her hand just as she’d imagined. She gave it a couple of tugs before putting her mouth on the head. She then started in to sucking on it rhythmically.

Another guy came up and pulled Mona’s tank top off, exposing her luscious tits. “That’s more like it,” he said.

It was literally like a scene from an x-rated porn flick. Hot and steamy, tits out submission to cock.

Another man came from behind Mona, slipped her panties down as best he could, and then positioned his head beneath her pussy and proceeded to eat her out while she hovered over him and sucked Mehrdad’s cock and cradled his balls.

Mehrdad put his hand behind her head gently guiding her to suck him, getting about 5-6 inches in with his 9 inch beast. The fire in Mona’s crotch was slowly getting quenched with the oral getting applied to her sex.

After another couple of minutes, Mehrdad had Mona lie on her back on the ottoman, she spread her legs nice and wide exposing her naked hairless pussy, and then Mehrdad pointed his thick tool right at her opening quickly filling her fiery void with his cut manly meat. She moaned like a whore as she displayed her body and Mehrdad fucked her slowly like a porn star. The man who’d eaten her out came around and teabagged her mouth with his balls while she proceeded to suck his balls, covering them with saliva and warmth. Eventually he pulled out and then stabbed her throat with his seven inch dong, balls resting on her nose with each stab. She reached up and caressed his ass as he fucked her mouth slow and steady. Mehrdad began to really lay some pipe, banging into Mona harder and harder as he edged nearer to climax. Mona’s pussy began to spew considerable moisture as her first climax preceded his and the two combined their sex fluids. He banged her hard twice getting the last few drops out.

“Thanks Whore,” Mehrdad said disdainfully.

He got up and another athletic guy quickly replaced him. His cock was roughly the same size and he began to fuck her as fast and hard as Mehrdad. She had to steady the man in her mouth as she didn’t want to cut his dick on her teeth as she was getting nailed so hard. It was a good thing she was horny. She was getting the fucking of her life and she was only starting out.

At that rhythm both men came relatively quickly, Mona swallowing the dense load of the guy in her mouth, and the guy in her twat banging out every last drop of thick ejaculate in her used hole.

“Anal, anal, anal!” The chanting started with just one guy and was picked up by the rest in a steady chant, egging Mona to open her third hole to interested guys like in the video.

“You guys, my asshole is really tight. I can’t take you all in my ass, and I’d like to be able to maintain a functioning anal sphincter.”

“Then you’ll put out anal for us average guys?” asked some random guy who apparently was average in every respect.

“I guess,” she reluctantly agreed.

The men roared in approval and appreciation.

“Bend over for me, Baby,” the guy said.

Mona jumped up on all fours on the ottoman, spread her legs good, and the man pressed his head at her wet pussy, got it lubed up with cum and pussy juice, and then pushed it past her anal sphincter as she did her best to relax for the penetration.

The crowd applauded as usual for her bravery and depravity. The man slowly pushed in and out, marveling at how tight her asshole was.

“Oh etimesgut vip escortlar fuck, that’s tight!” he exclaimed as he squeezed it in and out of her rectum.

“Ooh, take it slow, Baby,” Mona requested, hoping to not get too wrecked.

The guy couldn’t do much to hold back. She was so tight (and he was so horned up from how hot Mona was and the lusty circumstances), he came in Mona’s ass inside three minutes with gentle penetration.

“Oh fuck that was amazing, Mona,” he cooed, kissing Mona on the back of neck and giving her body one final rub as he dismounted her ass and body.

“Next!” shouted some rando.

Looking around, the next smallest cock was at her back door pressing through her anus, the way made slightly easier by the former cock.

“Oh shit, that is tight!” exclaimed the new guy. “Damn, where did you find this slut?! I think I’m in love!”

He banged away a little harder than the last guy but also came really fast. “That was fucking incredible!” he exclaimed. “Marry me, Slut!”

Mona couldn’t help but smile by the exaggerated words coming from her anal lovers. Who knew men loved anal so much?

It wasn’t 30 seconds, Mona still bent over, legs spread, that yet another cock was pressing against her hole,

“Ooh, that feels so big!” Mona moaned.

The cock was thicker than the previous ones but not much bigger in any mathematical sense. Still the pressure of her tight sphincter gave maximum satisfaction to the man. Her body and hole brought him nearing climax, causing him to grab her beautiful orb breasts in a last attempt of enjoyment before his turn was over, flooding her rectum as those who came before.

It looked like at least ten more guys remained, each lusting over Mona’s body as the train kept a’ rolling. Man after man stepped up to fuck her ass. As they continued, they got bigger, and bigger, and bigger still, each time exacting a wince from her as they expanded her hole.

The first one up of the ten put Mona on her back again. He wanted to see her beautiful face, tits, and shaven pussy as he analized her. He propped her legs up and back, took his bigger dick and pressed against her hole.

“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed as his head got past the sphincter, and the following few inches expanded the initial area. He slowly worked it in, releasing her legs and massaging her big tits with lust and pleasure. She rubbed his arms as he pleasured her boobs. His cock being larger, she actually started feeling some stimulation to her g-spot. She couldn’t believe it. She started moaning and breathing faster, unsure of what exactly was going on. Sensing a tightening of her hole, he pushed deeper in an effort to not get pushed out, and kept pushing slow but steady until Mona yelled:

“Ooohhh fuuuuuck! I’m cummming so haaaard!! Keep going you bastard, fuck my ass!! Ooooohhhhhh!!” she yelled.

What had happened? Anal sex wasn’t supposed to feel this good. ‘How did I feel like this, and cum so hard?’ she asked herself.

Needless to say, the guy inside of her also dropped his load deep inside the shit cave, thrilled by the tightening hole and the climaxing bitch below him. He pulled out, and before she could protest, another man tagged in and squeezed his even larger cock past the goalie.

“Ooh, you’re so big!” Mona chanted as the newcomer pushed in and began to build a rhythm within her ass, going balls deep with her legs sprawled up and out. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the inner friction, marveling at this newfound sensation.

Horned up more than he could handle, another guy perched his ass on Mona’s face while he grabbed her hands to jack his cock off while she ate his ass. She figured it out soon enough and worked his anus with her tongue and his shaft with her hands. So horned up he shot his load onto her tits as best he could. He then got off while another man approached from the front, straddled her chest and propped her tits up and proceeded to tittie fuck Mona with his longish cock.

Mona lay back like a true whore and let these two men use her body for their sexual gratification. It was fun to just lay back while two men rubbed their dick’s in their respective spots. She enjoyed the stimulation from the man holding her tits, the friction on her nipples, the sliding of his penis along the cavern between. She enjoyed the friction inside her asshole, the gliding of a larger penis as it probed in and out, rubbed her g-spot through her vaginal wall. She reveled in the attention…all these men with their cocks out, wanting her, waiting for a turn.

Both men climaxed before long, the anal lover shooting another load deep in the shit abyss while the other man managed to spray Mona’s neck and hair with old cum.

Next she was invited to climb a man laying on the couch, his fine cock sliding into her long forgotten pussy while she lay on top. He rose and descended his hips to enter and exit her pussy while she took a break from her back. Just as she was beginning to get into the motions of vaginal sex, she felt another cock darkening her back door.

‘Two cocks, one in my pussy, one in my ass, I can’t believe it!’ she thought to herself. She felt really full physically and full of sensation. ‘What have I been doing my whole life not having experienced this before?’

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Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 36 — Tied up by a short Succubus, and her sexy Maid.

Submitted: December 9, 2021 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF, succubus, mystery, taboo

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Quite a few ‘anonymous’ readers have made baseless comments and assumptions, without knowing the facts.

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Next few chapters will get a little steamy.

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– CHAPTER 36: Tension –

As I sat alone in a metal chair in the middle of an empty concrete room, my arms tethered to the floor by handcuffs and a chain, I began really contemplating if finding out what was so bad about that little black stone was really worth all this effort.

Because clearly, I’d opened myself up to a very unpleasant experience if I couldn’t convince Gabriella’s great-great-grandmother, the full-blooded succubus who spawned their mixed lineage, that I wasn’t a threat to her family.

And I already felt like I was at a disadvantage, since I was half-incubus and felt like I was starting with a guilty verdict right off the bat.

Meaning, I’d have to prove my innocence, already making it an uphill battle.

Fuck.

And to make it worse, I couldn’t hear anything outside of this room, which was bizarre enough on its own, and the person I was meeting was taking her sweet time to come by to chat.

Dammit, how long was Miriam going to make me wait?

Deciding to try to occupy my mind, so I didn’t start freaking out and abandon ship prematurely, I began counting, trying to pace myself so I was counting about once a normal second, in order to give me some semblance of time while I waited.

The door didn’t creak open for nearly fifty minutes, though I had to admit it passed pretty quick thanks to my focus being on the numbers themselves, resulting in me falling into a bit of a trance, rather than focusing on what those numbers meant.

“Hello?” I called out when no one said anything.

There was no response, though I was able to pick up on someone breathing softly, coupled with a slightly elevated heartbeat, only to be hit with a wave of her overpowering scent, suddenly feeling as if someone had dunked my head in a bucket of maple syrup.

Oh shit, she smelled so amazing that Mrs. Rebecca and Gabriella smelt bad by comparison.

Oh fuck, this was not good.

I needed to be able to think straight, and my mind was already feeling drunk from the intoxicating aroma assaulting my orifices.

“Look,” I continued when I didn’t get a response, knowing I needed to focus. “I didn’t come here to have an issue with you, Ms. Miriam.” Was ‘miss’ the right word to use? She wasn’t married, right? I cleared my throat. “I just have reason to believe the black stone my parents left me might be dangerous, and wanted help figuring out what it was. If you can’t help, I’d be happy to leave and not bother you ever again.”

Finally, a youthful voice responded…sounding pissed as hell.

“You’ve used your compulsion on my daughter Rebecca,” she hissed.

“What?” I gasped in surprise. “No, I…” I grimaced. “Well, I sort of did just before we left, but only because she said it was okay!” I exclaimed. “I was anxious about meeting you, especially when you wanted me tied up and blinded, so she let me verify that she was being honest!” I paused when she didn’t respond. “But I’ve never done it before that! And I only did it because she gave me permission first!”

“Repulsive,” she finally snapped. “Absolutely repulsive and disgusting. She said you were different, but now I can see she was wrong.”

“You’re not even giving me a chance!” I retorted in disbelief. “You’re just making assumptions! Why would I put myself in this vulnerable position if I wanted to harm anyone? Seriously! I did everything you asked, and I’m more than happy to leave, if that’s what you want!”

“And what about what my daughters want?” she demanded, still clearly in the doorway. “You’ve forced your will on both Rebecca and Gabriella too, and now they’ll never be the same!”

I didn’t know what to say, feeling like she’d just punched me in the gut even though I was across the room.

“B-But Gabriella was the one who pursued me, not the other way around! I tried to avoid her when I first met her, and even after that I was reluctant to get to know her!”

“Lies,” she snapped. “Everything out of your mouth is a lie.”

Okay, that made me pissed.

“Seriously?” I hissed, feeling enraged now. “If you think I’m lying, then don’t you have some kind of way to prove it? Instead of making these empty accusations?” I scoffed, my tone cold now. “Surely, if you can use magic then there must be some kind of spell to divulge the truth.”

“Oh, I have a way,” she retorted. “I’m just not sure I have any interest in bothering to use it.”

“That ankara duşta veren escortlar doesn’t even make sense!” I snapped, my muscles tensing, my skin graying. “Is it just because you hate incubi and all their children? Is that what it is?! I didn’t choose to be born the way I am! And even despite what I can do, I’ve avoided using my abilities! Do you really think I want to live an empty life where I have no idea if anyone even loves me for real?!”

“You’re angry,” she said in a cool tone.

“Well yeah, I’m angry,” I snapped back, trying to calm myself down. “Because I came here hoping you could help me, doing everything you asked so I could get your help, and now you’re basically holding me here as prisoner and accusing me of things based on who my father was, not on who I am!”

“Was?” she repeated in a cold tone, not elaborating at all.

Which only left me confused, the abrupt unexpected question cooling me off some.

“I don’t understand what you’re asking,” I finally said, sincerely at a loss.

She sounded irritated, as if she was explaining to a five-year-old. “You said, ‘who your father was,'” she elaborated impatiently.

“Oh.” I paused. “Who my father is? I don’t know. I’m not used to people being immortal, okay? And I’ve never met the guy. Fuck, what in the hell does it even matter?!”

“You’re angry again,” she pointed out.

“Fuck! You’d be angry too,” I snapped. “If you were in my position, being accused of things with no basis, you’d be pissed too! If I knew you were going to be such a bitch, then I wouldn’t have bothered coming!”

“Why did you come here?” she demanded, not seeming at all bothered by my words.

I gritted my teeth at the ridiculous question, and decided to take a second before responding, knowing I needed to calm down before I just up and left, chain or not, handcuffs or not.

“You know what?” I finally said. “Why don’t you tell me why I came here, since it sounds like you’re only going to believe whatever you want to believe.”

She made a weird hissing noise between her teeth. “I haven’t lived this long by offering trust to random strangers,” she said firmly. “Certainly not little boys who can make people do whatever the fuck they want.”

“Except that I can’t do that right now, since I willingly came blindfolded, and I wouldn’t do it even if I wasn’t blindfolded! And fuck, don’t you have a mind stone or something to protect yourself? This is fucking ridiculous.”

She didn’t respond to that, falling silent.

“Shit, you do have a mind stone, don’t you? Of course you would, since Mrs. Rebecca had one! Fuck, can we just have a normal conversation already? We’re wasting time. If you can’t help me, then I could already be out of your hair already.”

“And heading home with one of my daughters,” she snapped.

I sighed heavily, completely at a loss now. “Dammit, what do you want from me? How can I prove that I’m not a danger to them? How can I prove that I sincerely care about them?”

She didn’t respond.

I took a deep breath, my frustration having turned to sorrow for some reason. “You know what? I didn’t want to come here, because I was afraid of something like this happening,” I admitted quietly. “But Mrs. Rebecca spoke highly of you, and promised me that you wouldn’t hurt me. She said you’re a nice person and were only curious. She told me I could trust her, and that I could trust you. She vouched for you.” I sighed. “And so I did everything you asked, because I don’t even know if I can trust my own parents, and I worry about them finding me one day, afraid I won’t know if they truly have my best interest in mind. Or the best interest of those I love.”

She sighed heavily. “Well, someone certainly wants you dead,” she admitted.

The fuck?

“Wait, are you serious?” I said in disbelief. “You mean the black stone? It would have killed me if I used it to see my mother’s message?”

“Yes,” she replied evenly. “That’s what I just spent the last hour doing — analyzing it. There is a very powerful blood magic curse on it. You would have suffered a very painful death.”

Holy fuck.

Holy fuck!

I couldn’t believe this. Suddenly, being tied to a chair didn’t matter anymore, because I realized I had much bigger problems on my hands. Someone was sincerely trying to kill me.

“But who?” I finally said in disbelief. “Would my father do it? And if so, then why? I mean, he put me with a family and gave me a support system, and…” My voice trailed off.

“I know, I read the letter,” she replied coldly.

“But why would he do that if he wanted me dead? Or was it someone else? Certainly it couldn’t be my mother, right? I mean, if she gave birth to me, then she could have just killed me right then and there.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” she agreed simply.

“Fuck,” I hissed, sitting back more in my seat, unable to wrap my head around what she was telling me.

We were both silent for a long few seconds.

Miriam spoke elvankent fetiş yapan escortlar again, her voice still reserved. “I can remove the curse, so you can see the message, but it will take some time.”

I perked up at that, suddenly doubting my own hearing. “Wait, are you offering to do that?” I said hopefully.

“I haven’t decided yet,” she said coldly.

“Dammit, seriously? Can you please stop playing games already? If you have a way to determine if I’m telling the truth, then please just do it already. I’m not a bad person, and I’m not trying to hurt anyone. I just want to protect my family, and as far as I’m concerned, that includes Gabriella and her mom, okay? I care about them, and want to protect them.”

“They’d be much safer if they just left you,” she snapped.

I sighed heavily. “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” I agreed, seeing no point in trying to argue with her. “But then you’d be making them prisoners too, if you forced that on them. Like, I know you think I’ve made them want me, but I haven’t. I’m just as addicted to them as they are to me, and I sincerely care about them. Are you really going to put them in a room like this to keep them alive? Because maybe Mrs. Rebecca might do what you want, but I don’t think Gabriella would. She’d pick me over you, and not because I compelled her. It’s because she knows me and loves me, whereas it sounds like she doesn’t know you at all.”

Miriam was quiet, not responding for a long few seconds.

“Your aura,” she unexpectedly said. “It’s very different from what I’ve seen before.”

“My lifeforce?” I tried clarifying, recalling Mrs. Watson say something similar when I first met her.

“Yes, that too,” she agreed. “But I’m speaking in a more general sense. Even when your anger spikes, your aura is still…different. Especially for your kind.”

“Different how?” I wondered seriously. “I don’t know if my mother was human, or something else,” I added. “So maybe that’s it?”

“No, your aura is not determined by genetics. It’s determined by everything that makes you, who you are.”

“I don’t understand,” I admitted. “Maybe if you explain how mine is different?”

She hesitated for a long few seconds. “Gentle,” she finally said.

“Meaning?” I prompted.

She sighed. “Gentle, as if, when you’re sincerely pissed, you’d hug me before hitting me, even though you don’t know me.”

I frowned at that, though I knew she couldn’t see it, thanks to the bag on my head. “Yeah, well, I certainly don’t really feel like hugging you right now, but I am very interested in leaving if you keep up with this nonsense.”

“But you’re chained to the floor,” she pointed out.

I scoffed. “Seriously, can you please just use your truth magic, or whatever?”

“I’d have to come much closer to do that,” Miriam said flatly.

I scoffed again. “Well, I’m tied to the floor, as you just pointed out,” I snapped. “And my aura is gentle, even when you’re pissing me off,” I added. “So I don’t see what the problem is.”

“I’d have to touch you,” she admitted.

I shrugged. “Okay? It’s not like I’m going to try biting you. I have a bag on my head.”

“Your lips,” she clarified.

I froze solid. “My lips?” I repeated in disbelief. “Like, with your hand, or…” My voice trailed off, knowing what she must mean. “Umm, okay…well, if you need to kiss me or something, that’s fine.”

She scoffed. “Do you really think I want to kiss such a repulsive creature?”

“Seriously?” I said in disbelief. “You’re a succubus, aren’t you? Does it even matter what your victim looks like? And shouldn’t I be the one who is more worried about you trying to suck out my lifeforce? I mean, fuck! You’re way more dangerous to me than I am to you, because you know exactly what the fuck you’re doing! For all I know, you could kill me from there without even budging an inch!”

She sounded amused now. “Well, I certainly could with the gun I’m holding,” she replied with a soft giggle…which would have been absolutely fucking adorable in any other circumstance.

Any other circumstance.

“Fuck,” I hissed, unable to believe she’d had a gun on me this whole time.

She sighed. “Okay, I’m going to offer you something I rarely give anyone else, and that’s only because everything you’ve said, everything my daughter Rebecca has said, and everything I feel from you is all congruent.”

“And what’s that?” I asked hesitantly.

“I’m going to extend to you a little bit of trust,” she replied flatly. “Although, with some additional stipulations.”

“And what’s that?” I repeated, not sure if this was a good or bad thing.

She didn’t respond to me, instead calling down the hallway. “Gwen, I need you.”

Holy fuck, that chick could run, and in high heels no less.

She was at the doorway in what felt like barely a second’s time.

“Yes, mistress,” she said simply, not at all out of breath, her tone sounding very much like that Rockstar chick with a very etimesgut iranlı escort feminine, but also low and hoarse voice from her screamo performances.

“I’m going to divulge his secrets.” She paused. “I need you to ensure he doesn’t do anything funny while I do so.”

“Understood, mistress,” she replied, immediately turning into the room and walking toward me.

I couldn’t help but stiffen as she walked past me, only for her to stand behind the chair and gently place her thin fingers on my shoulders, the heat from her palms immediately seeping through my shirt and into my body.

It felt amazing, but also made me suspicious.

“Please tell me you’re not using magic on me,” I hissed in disbelief, feeling like the warmth wasn’t normal.

Miriam had just very noticeably set down a metal object and taken a step into the room, only to stop in her tracks as well, a certain hesitation in her last step. It was then silent for a few seconds, before Gwen spoke tentatively.

“No. I am not using magic on you,” she replied in confusion.

I sighed, deciding to believe her. “Okay, your hands are just hot then.”

Neither of them responded. Or moved.

“What’s wrong?” I asked seriously.

The succubus spoke up. “You think her hands are hot?”

“Umm, yeah. Why? Are they normally cold?”

“No,” she replied hesitantly. “But I do use a spell to keep her temperature at a more normal level.” She paused. “Gwen, come here.”

The woman immediately let go of my shoulders and walked over to her.

There was a short pause.

“No, your temperature is fine,” Miriam commented, only to speak to me. “Are you messing with us right now?” she asked seriously.

“What?” I said in disbelief. “Why would I? I just want you to do your thing, so you can know I’m trustworthy, and we can move on with all this. If I’d known you were going to flip out over me saying her hands were a little hot, then I wouldn’t have said anything.” I sighed. “I just thought maybe she was using magic or something, and would prefer to know what magic is being used on me, if it’s being done.”

Miriam was quiet briefly. “Gwen, how did it feel to touch him?”

The woman was silent.

“Gwen, answer the question.”

“Yes, mistress. Sorry, mistress…” She paused. “It was…not an unfavorable experience. Touching him was…comforting, unlike others.”

Suddenly, Miriam was speaking to me again. “Did you use magic?” she asked seriously.

“I don’t even know how,” I scoffed. “And if I was trying to, then why would I tip you off? Shit, I’m only eighteen. I don’t know shit about shit, especially when it comes to this stuff.”

Gwen unexpectedly laughed only to abruptly stop, probably from Miriam glaring at her.

“Sorry mistress,” she whispered.

“Okay,” Miriam continued, speaking to her. “Well, do as I asked previously, so we can get this over with.”

Gwen silently obeyed, slipping behind me and carefully resting her hands on my shoulders again, only for me to immediately duck my head at the overwhelming sensation bombarding me.

Her hands felt even hotter than before!

And it was filling my core like someone was bathing my insides in warm water, sending a wave of comforting heat all throughout my limbs.

Miriam immediately spoke. “Gwen?” she said in confusion.

“I’m fine,” she said simply. “I feel nothing too strange. Nor am I doing anything strange. It just feels…nice.”

“I’m fine too,” I added, sitting up straight again, Gwen’s heated hands moving with my shoulder. I doubted my captor even cared that I was okay, but wanted to move this along. “Sorry, go ahead.”

It was obvious Miriam was hesitant, but after a few long seconds, she began approaching me again. It wasn’t until she reached me, pausing in front of me for another few seconds and then finally began lifting up her leg to start climbing into my lap, that I became alarmed.

And not just because she was climbing into my lap in the first place.

“Holy fuck,” I hissed in shock. “Why are you so small? Please tell me you look like an adult.”

She scoffed, having paused again, before continuing to straddle my thighs. “Of course I look like an adult,” she snapped. “I’m just short.”

“How short?” I asked seriously. “And how old do you look?”

She sighed, sounded exasperated. “Eighteen or nineteen. Sometimes twenty. Depends on who you’re asking. And I’m four-eleven. Happy now?”

“I guess,” I sighed, feeling uneasy about the fact that her shifting her weight was starting to get me hard. “It’s just you already sound young, and then when I finally felt you touch me, it made me think–“

She abruptly grabbed a fistful of my shirt. “Don’t finish that sentence,” she snapped. “Or I won’t hesitate to slap you in the face.”

I tried to lighten the mood. “Well, that’s better than shooting me with a gun, I guess.”

Gwen laughed again, only to instantly stop when Miriam stiffened in my lap.

“Sorry mistress,” she repeated.

The short succubus in my lap didn’t respond, continuing to shift her weight like she couldn’t get comfortable, her hands moving to my chest and beginning to feel my muscles. For a second, I was hoping she was just taking her time working her way up to undo the belt securing the bag over my head, but now I wasn’t so sure…

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I came home from work and saw a trail of small, electric candles leading to our bedroom, only to find a massage table draped in a large bed sheet with *that* hole in it. On the bathroom door, there was a note that read “Do not enter. Go to table.” There is a message on the bed reading “Go ahead and lay down. You know what goes where ;)” and I promptly strip and lay face down.

After about twenty seconds or so, I hear the bathroom door open and footsteps walking toward me. It is my girl dressed in a see-through, black lingerie robe, having just showered and wearing a scent that is arousing and pleasant. She firmly yet playfully reminds me to place my face down by pointing at the massage table’s headrest, her eyes twinkling with sinister excitement.

While applying some body oil to her hands, she sensually whispered in my ear,

“No matter what you feel, just allow yourself to feel it. This is all for you, my love,” then she kissed the part of my cheek that is accessible with a passion-filled “I love you, darling,” and started to massage my back and shoulders.

With a sigh of relaxation, I let my body sink into the massage table and enjoyed the wonderful massage my girl was giving me. After a while, I notice a blackout curtain that is attached to the headrest so I cannot see what is underneath the table. An odd add-on, but maybe it is just to take away sight so that my sense of touch is enhanced. I then begin to hear some soothing, ambient music from a nearby Bluetooth speaker. Another add on to set the mood for the room.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, My girl began working on my legs and feet. Then, from what it sounded like, she gently kicked the massage table twice, enough to have it be heard by me. I did not truly notice because of all the sensory goodness surrounding me, but then I heard another set of hands start to apply body oil. It had to be someone else because my girl was currently massaging my calves.

As I started to question it, as if on cue, my girl quietly coos, “Just let it happen, hun,” and I suddenly feel someone’s warm, soft hands starting to gently rub my balls.

I let out a gasp of surprise from such an intimate sensation, having my balls played with, massaged and stretched. In my head, I was thinking, “Is this really happening? Who the hell is under the table? And how is my girl okay with this?”

My girl giggles with an audible grin on her face, “How are you feeling, hmm?” And the only thing I could muster to respond with was a vocalized deep exhale that was shaking like a mild earthquake under an ocean floor. My nerve endings were having a party in my body and nothing was not trembling. Whoever was under the table knew what they were doing. My balls had never been touched or squeezed in such a relaxing way. They seemed to have studied the male’s testicles and scrotum. The reassuring warmth of their hands making my balls a personal passion project was relieving to feel combined with my girl’s equally warm hands starting to massage my hamstrings and inner thighs.

As soon as I thought, “This cannot get any better,” My girl gently kicked the table again twice and both she and the person under the table stopped working on me. I finally let my breathing catch up with my nerves. My girl gently pats my butt and asks how I am doing. Again, all I can vocalize is a pleasurable throated giggle. She joins my giggling and rubs my lower back and butt, reassuring me that this is not over. She lifts up the sheet covering who is underneath the table from being seen.

She asks them, “How hard is he,” speaking under the table. From what I can imagine, along with the feeling of optical heat looking at my dick, both my girl and the person underneath are staring in professional awe from how filled with blood my dick is at this point. My girl lets out an alluring “ooo” and the person under the table vocalized a proud “mhmm” followed with both of them giggling with sexual intent. From the sound of it, the person underneath is a woman. Is she a friend of my girl’s? Someone we both know? Someone she knows online, maybe? As relaxed and consenting as I am to letting this happen per my girl’s request, I figured not to question it.

My girl returns to me, reapplying more body oil and the woman underneath does the same. Without asking, my girl carefully parts my thighs while making sure my genitals are perfectly placed inside the hole in the center of the massage table. She rubs my back for reassurance as the girl underneath politely smacks my dick, as if to warn me that it is being played with next.

All I could mutter was a throaty “oh, shit,” and hence prepared myself mentally to receive more pleasure. It got me thinking, “If she was so surgical with my balls, I can’t imagine what she’s gonna do to my dick.”

My girl started massaging my butt deeply, and the woman underneath started milking my dick slower than a snail’s pace, as if treating my penis like a nuke that could explode if accidentally bumped or dropped. ankara bayan escortlar My body was now physically shaking and as much as I tried to settle down, it was impossible to get a hold of myself. The woman underneath started to use some lingam massage techniques and gave me strange yet erotic sensations of what her hands feel like, and not just the palms of her hands. As this was happening, my girl applied a little body oil to my anus and perineum. As cold as it seemed at first, it quickly warmed with my girl gently spreading it around, making sure nothing was dry. The woman underneath let out a sensual hum, probably from the extra lubrication running down my balls. She took this cue to start massaging them again while continuing to milk me simultaneously.

Distracted by the woman under the table, I didn’t have a chance to realize my girl had started massaging my perineum and simply holding my anus with two fingers, keeping it warm and lubricated. It is unbelievable how great this felt. So much so, that I was incapable of not keeping quiet at all, not to mention my body seeming like I was having a calm seizure. The sensations were overwhelming to the point where having an orgasm was imminent. I could not wait to explode, hopefully not getting it on our skillful guest under the massage table, nevermind the floor.

My girl started instructing me to take slow, deep breaths, trying to deter me from cumming too soon. She guided me by telling me when to breathe in and out, leaving two or three seconds between inhaling and exhaling. This was some tantra I was not prepared for at all. But the breathing not only calmed my orgasm down, the sweet delicacy of my girl’s voice gave me a reason to endure these wild feelings for a while longer.

My girl continued to instruct my breathing, and the woman underneath started doing it, too. They both started going a little faster with their massaging, which made it way more difficult to hold in my orgasm. My girl started to gently prod my anus, making it seem like she wanted to put a finger in so that she can massage my prostate from the inside.

As she was doing this, she almost sang to me “I want you to start flexing and relaxing this for me, okay?” Then she gently tapped my anus with her middle finger, resting the rest of her hand on my butt and firmly pressing two fingers of her other hand right on the sweet spot of my perineum. I cooed an “okay” as I exhaled and followed her instructions. The woman underneath started to simply hold and stretch my balls while beginning to grip my dick in a way that was going to firmly massage my urethra and frenulum. This was it.

My girl’s soft finger started to ease into my anus, slowly letting each knuckle have a chance to get used to the environment. She then began deeply massaging my perineum again, hitting the prostate from the outside in such an educated way. The woman under the table found her ideal grip and began stroking me with such determined intent, not letting my balls go until I came, it seemed. I stuttered “fuck” and “shit” between the deep breaths I was taking, unaware that they were becoming faster and faster. My girl had entered the last bit of her finger that she could, trying to find my prostate. She vocalized quizzically until she felt it.

As I let out a sharp gasp, she said, “there it is,” with a sexy grin and growl to her voice. The woman underneath let out a feminine chuckle shortly after, seeming to say in her head “gotcha” from how confident she sounded smiling through her laugh.

They both started massaging and stroking faster, almost machine-like with their movements. This was gonna be the climax of a lifetime. My body was practically vibrating with how much I was trembling from these two women doing such amazing things to me. My throat could not stop making noise and my mouth would not stay shut, even trying to bite my lip was futile. Between my girl rubbing my perineum and massaging my prostate, the woman underneath holding my balls hostage while making her hand feel like a vagina customized to please me, and the consistent yet even pace of their soft, warm, oily, dexterous hands, it had come to my attention that I was going to cum super hard.

My girl spoke up, “Let me know when you’re about to cum, baby,” speeding up her hand movements. The woman under the table must have heard this as a sign to increase her speed as well, only now carefully revolving my balls while still constricting them in her grasp. Immediately I muttered something that sounded like “imm gnna cmm,” increasing my breathing to near hyperventilation. I repeated this a few times, readying my body to shoot out at least a few ounces of semen. But then the strangest thing happened. I heard my girl quickly shout “stop,” and both she and the woman underneath let me go, ceasing all sensations. The only thing I felt was the strong press of my girl pushing her knuckles into my perineum and the woman underneath clenching the base of my dick as if to make a tight elvankent seksi escortlar seal on my urethra from releasing any sperm. I let out some whoas as if I saw a ghost. I was just edged to climax so close that I was sure I was just gonna cum anyway. However… I did not.

My girl let me breathe for a minute or two and gently said, “You doin’ okay?” Hearing her fascinated smile on her face, I could only let out a single vocal tone as a response. The woman under the table called for my girl to look at something. I can only assume I was leaking pre-cum or perhaps prostate fluid. My girl cooly exclaimed “hell yeah” followed by the woman underneath giggling proudly. They then slowly eased their grips on my dick and perineum, confident that I was not going to cum yet. My girl then kissed my back down my spine, hitting all the erogenous points along the way and making me twitch with ecstasy. The woman underneath then started to perform the lingam techniques again gently and slowly, easing me back into pleasure.

My girl came right up next to my ear and whispered in an angelically arousing voice, “How is she doing? Do you feel good, hunny?” My only possible response was whimpering “mmhm” to her, in which she continued “is she making your dick and balls feel worshipped like the king I know you are?” All I could let out were some moans of pleasure, and I think she took it as a yes by kissing my neck, dragging her lips together slowly on the sensitive areas of it.

My girl then applied some more body oil to my anus and perineum, and as soon as I was oiled up again, proceeded to massage the inside and outside of my prostate, using a come-hither finger motion while pressing my prostate against her fingers on the outside. The woman underneath carefully grabbed my balls again, making her hand into what felt like a 360° vice grip and began to gently revolve my scrotum, mechanically stroking the frenulum and urethra of my dick with a firm grasp.

I could only imagine that since I wasn’t cumming, I was at least leaking pre-cum like a faulty faucet. I had no control of my body and my brain was exploding with dopamine. This was the ecstacy people look for. This was the epitome of pleasure and it is all thanks to my girl and who I assume is a friend or colleague of hers. I have no idea how I’m gonna repay this glorious gift back, both to the woman under the table and, more importantly, my girl. The fact that it seems she commissioned such a thing and organized it without me knowing is such a pleasant surprise.

I then focused back on the pleasure and noticed that both my girl and the woman underneath were getting very fast with their movements, now more like a machine than ever. My lower abdominal area was locked in this beautiful feeling and I never wanted to leave. My dick became harder, my balls swelled, my kegels were flexed, and my body was ready to have the world’s greatest orgasm. I warned my girl again, only this time it seemed like she did not really hear me and just kept getting faster and harder. The woman underneath was like a car piston going a thousand miles an hour. I guessed that I would cum this time, as much as I enjoy being edged.

“I’m gonna….. I’m gonna….. I’M….” and my girl blurted “Stop,” and basically shoved her hand into my perineum, while the woman under the table pinched my dick between one of her thumbs and fingers like squishing a marshmallow. The beautiful agony I experienced was almost blinding. I begged these talented women to let me cum for them. They both just laughed and tightened their hold of me. One slight movement from either of them and I surely would have exploded. Alas, I was withheld from such a privileged feeling.

“Aww, don’t worry, babe. We’ll let you calm down a bit. Then, when we think you’re ready, we’ll start up again. And let you finish this time,” my girl said with almost devilish sexiness. All I could think to do was slow down my breathing and wiggle out any nerves that I could. I had begun to lose my ability to see straight. I was confined to this massage table by two women who were having too much fun playing with me and watching me tremble and groan with pleasure….and I loved every second of it. My girl gently glided her fingers up and down the erogenous zones of my back and legs, making me twitch instinctively. The woman below gently swiped her fingers across my dick and balls, doubling my reactions. They finally stopped the teasing and let me breathe, and my girl just rested her hands on my back so I would gather myself properly. And after about five minutes of this, it was time.

My girl gently kicked the massage table twice, signalling the woman underneath to start massaging my genitals again. This time, they both just started at a faster pace, as if starting off slow was not an option anymore. My girl’s warm hands did practically shiatsu on my prostate, using two fingers now, and the woman under the table used her soft hands to milk my penis like a cow. bayan etimesgut escort My trembling started up again, and I did not bother to care about how loud I was being. This felt too damn good to stay quiet and lay still. My body was preparing to convulse uncontrollably, and hopefully I will not fall off the table from doing so. Both women hastened their stroking speeds beyond what I could comprehend. Only knowing that they were both hitting all the right spots in all of the right ways.

I vocalized that I was about to cum, and my girl graciously gave me permission to do so by saying, “Let it happen, my love. Let go and just feel it,” followed by the woman under the table saying in a low, playfully demanding voice, “Cum for me, we’re ready.” And at that point, my girl’s pressure from her hands delightfully squeezing my prostate from the inside and perennium from the outside, and the woman underneath gently pulling on my balls while vibrating them in one hand and vigorously milking my dick in the other, I had no choice but to succumb to the erotic ecstacy, and had an orgasm so violent, I blacked out.

My mind went blank, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my mouth opened super wide yet I could not even scream. My limbs went limp, I temporarily lost the ability to hear, and my breathing seemed to nearly stop. The only thing I could feel was my kegels wringing my prostate, my balls trying to recede into my body although they were being held captive by the woman underneath, and my dick pumping out more cum than I thought I could have at a time. My girl slowed to a tight, gripping stop and just cradled my perineum and prostate, and the woman below made sure to slowly yet firmly milk out all the cum that was erupting out of my dick. This went on for a solid sixty seconds of me cumming my literal brain out, shooting out sperm for the entire sixty-second duration.

From there, the woman underneath the table told my girl that she thinks every drop is out, and my girl told her, “Just cradle his balls and hug his dick with your hand for a while. I’ll let you know when to let go.” This was love. With all of these acts leading up to this point, preparing my body to feel such ecstasy, and seeming to enjoy doing it to me, that little note my girl gave to her was all she needed to say to prove that she loved me. As faint as it was to me, I was sure that was what she said.

After what felt like hours, my girl instructed the woman under the table to slowly let me go, and at the same time slowly got her fingers out of my anus and took her hand away from my perineum. My subconsciousness had taken over, since my consciousness was out for the count, and I was becoming aware of my surroundings much like how a coma patient is aware of theirs.

“Baby? Hunny, are you awake?” I couldn’t respond, not even a coo or grunt, or even a sigh. I heard the woman underneath crawl out from under the table. She asked if I was okay and if they killed me. My girl doubted I was dead and checked my pulse on my wrist to reassure our guest.

My girl then peeked under the table and asked me, “If you’re okay, make your dick move,” and as if on command, my dick twitched, beginning to soften. My girl giggles, proud of the work she and the other woman did on me. She then looked at our guest and realized “whoa, he really glazed you, huh?” The other woman giggled excitedly as if she had just gotten a new car.

She then asked my girl, “Take a picture real quick, I want him to see it in case he doesn’t wake up soon,” to which my girl agreed. I heard a phone camera click, to which she commented, “Nice, that looks awesome.”

“You can clean up in the bathroom, if you want. I’m gonna check on him and get him on the bed,” my girl advised the other woman, in which she thanked her and walked to the bathroom. I heard my girl walk up to me, gently gliding her hands up and down my body, impressively giggling at what a fantastic job she and the other woman did. She then grabbed a nearby towel and started to wipe up the remaining oil that was still on me, drying me off as best as she could. She then told me with a soft, loving voice, “Hey, I’m gonna roll you onto the bed, ‘kay?” This time I was able to let out a sharp exhale out of my nose. Hopefully that was enough to tell her, “Okay.”

She rolled me onto our bed on my back. Once she adjusted me comfortably into the center of the bed, she continued to clean up the remaining oil that was on my genitals, leaving no obvious trace of what just happened on my body. She tossed the towel aside and snuggled up to me, placing her arm on my chest and her leg over mine, using me as a body pillow. “Still with me, hun?” she asked me softly. Now I was able to use my throat to vocalize something of a response. She giggled sweetly and whispered, “Welcome back. Do you feel good, my love?” I groaned softly again, assuring her I was high on a very heavy dose of dopamine. I heard our guest enter the room, asking if I was actually okay. My girl replied saying “yeah, he’s good. High as a kite, but he’s good, haha.”

The woman asked, “May I indulge in the aftercare process? I feel it’s only right considering what we just did to him,” to which my girl agreed, and the woman mirrored my girl and they both began rubbing my chest and belly.

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