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All NYE celebrants are 18+, and most are quite naughty.

Thanks to JuanaSalsa for motivation and editing, and to OliverPride for the subject matter.

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December 31st

~Matthew Taylor~

I felt like a fucking moron, running around our parents’ New Year’s Eve party dressed in a diaper and a “Happy New year” banner hanging off my shoulder, but hey, $100 is $100, right? Mom and Dad had offered us $100 apiece to dress up. My identical twin brother Phil and I were both a little short on cash after blowing a lot of money on Christmas shopping, so we had agreed, and flipped a coin to see who had to dress as the baby. Phil won the coin toss, so he got to be Old Man Year with a full robe and fake white beard, while I had to pull on an adult diaper and the stupid sash.

Aside from the occasional guest stroking my chest or groping my ass (male AND female), overall it was going well. Most of them were around our parents’ ages, but they looked good — the women especially – dressed up in their party clothes and wearing all kinds of makeup. I have to admit, I’m a sucker for red hair and red lipstick myself, and there were several older women rocking that look. I was only there for the money, but if I happened to score some MILF action, well, so much the better.

By 11:58pm the champagne had been flowing steadily all night and people were pairing up for the big midnight kiss, so being alone I figured it was my time to bow out. I started making my way through the crowded room at 11:59, but the 10-second countdown to midnight began before I could get out; at the 5-second mark a warm pair of hands grabbed me, and I got the surprise of my life.

~Judy Beckman~

“Why am I even here?” I asked myself for what seemed like the 33rd time since arriving at the 23-room Taylor mansion. I didn’t know they Taylor family, but was invited because of my volunteer work at the Taylor’s favorite charity. When I received the invitation four weeks ago, my goddam ex-best friend Jackie Lindstrom had put me up accepting it. The place was full of couples dressed in their finest, clinking glasses and canoodling, while I was dressed in the slinkiest green dress I could fit my matronly figure into, not to mention full makeup, and for what? Fuck it. I knocked back my champagne, gesturing to the waiter for another tulip-shaped glass.

The day I got the invitation was also the day my divorce from Glenn was finalized, ending my 19 year marriage. I was pretty down in the dumps about it, but up to that point Jackie had been my rock, keeping my spirits up.

“Oh, go,” she’d raved, “the Taylors have wonderful friends! Go show them you’re still a hot ticket! Maybe you’ll meet somebody nice!” I reluctantly accepted the invitation, then the two of us went shopping for a new dress.

Jackie gushed, “New clothes for your new life! Isn’t this exciting?” I have to admit her enthusiasm was infectious, and I perked up a bit. I also bought some new shoes, 5″ stiletto heels that matched the dress. They were uncomfortable as hell, but they did make my legs and ass look really good! With full make-up on, I felt more like a trophy wife than a 43-year-old divorced mother of two teenaged sons.

An hour before I was to leave for the Taylor’s party, Jackie unexpectedly showed up at my door, enroute to Times Square to watch the ball drop there. “Judy, sweetie, you know I love you, right?”

“Of course, Jackie. Is there a problem?”

“Not exactly but I wanted to start off the new year clean, with no secrets between us.”

A sense of foreboding swept over me. “What do you mean?”

“I wanted you to know that Glenn and I are together now.” I looked over her shoulder, and in the driveway I saw Glenn, waiting behind the wheel of his Jeep.

It took me a second to process that my best friend was now fucking my ex-husband. Suddenly, I felt dizzy, and put my hand against the wall for support. My blood turned cold.

“How long has this been going on?” I demanded.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but Glenn is a good man, and…”

“HOW LONG?” I shouted, slapping the wall. Thankfully, my 17-year-old who still lived at home was staying at Glenn’s for the week, so he didn’t hear me.

“About a month,” she answered quietly.

“So right after our divorce was finalized, you jumped into his bed.”

“Now, Judy honey, be fair. He didn’t cheat on you, we waited until it was official. Besides, I didn’t jump into his bed, it was more like he jumped into mine. You hadn’t given him any loving for at least 6 months, so he was ready to come get some.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Our divorce was an amicable one; once Terry and Sean had reached the point where they didn’t need much parenting, Glenn and I had just grown apart, with different interests and wanting different things out of life. Apparently he’d not told Jackie that while the divorce was being finalized, every once in a while Glenn would sleep over at the house etimesgut dansöz escortlar ‘for old time’s sake’.

Since the divorce had been filed the pressure was off, and it actually made no-strings sex-with-the-ex more enjoyable than when we were married, even if he did have to use condoms. (If he’d gotten me pregnant at 42, that would certainly have been awkward, not to mention expensive for him due to 18 more years of child support.)

What really hurt me was Glenn moving on so quickly, while I was still mourning the divorce. Then again, Jackie was a very welcoming refuge for him; she’d always had her eye on my husband, going way back to our wedding reception. I’ll bet the little tramp spread her legs for him as soon as he’d said “Hello.”

Then I wondered how Terry and Sean, at 19 and 17, would react to their doting Aunt Jackie becoming their new mommy. They’d been complete momma’s boys until puberty hit, when suddenly Glenn became their hero while I was relegated to a minor character in their lives. Given that, I was sure they’d adjust just fine.

Not saying another word, as tears filled my eyes I pushed Jackie out the door and slammed it. She and Glenn were both dead to me now.

So here I was, lonely and sad at a party that I only came to because I was running on emotional autopilot after finding out my best friend had stabbed me in the back. After drinking way more champagne than I should have, it was 11:58pm on New Year’s Eve and I was an emotional train wreck. Then suddenly, a very tall baby appeared before me, wearing only a diaper and a banner/sash thingie like Miss America wears, which read “Happy New Year!”

Upon closer examination he looked to be about my older son’s age, and to my alcohol-soaked eyes he was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. As the ten-second countdown to midnight began, I grabbed him and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

~~~~~~~~~~

~Matthew Taylor~

This mystery woman and I kissed about 30 seconds after the ball dropped, her hands roaming my back and squeezing my ass. I hoped my erection would remain within the friendly confines of the diaper, lest everyone in the party get a look at my cockhead peeping over the top.

Finally she pulled away, and I took a good look at her. Despite her smeared red lipstick and disheveled red hair, she looked gorgeous in a clingy green dress. About 5’7″, she was a little thicker than the average party girl, but everything about her exuded sexual energy.

“Heyyyyy, handsome baby, thankssss for the kisssss,” she slurred. I noticed she was none too steady on her stiletto heels. I became concerned she might twist her ankle.

“The pleasure was all mine,” I assured her, “now I’m happy I lost the coin toss and had to wear this stupid diaper. You made it all worthwhile.”

She narrowed her eyes and smiled seductively. “What’s your name, hannndsome baaaaby?”

“My name’s Matthew. What’s yours, pretty lady in green?”

“I’m Judy. Tell me, handsome Matthew, do you believe in love at fffirst ssssight?”

“I’m not sure, but I guess it’s possible.” She leaned in and pulled my face to hers for another long kiss, and this time running her tongue teasingly across my lips.

Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I’m gonnna tell you a secret, OK? I wass unhappily married for 20 yearsss, and didn’t love my husband asss much as I love you right NOW.”

I was probably just hearing the champagne talking, but she was so pretty I had to go along with it. “What does that mean, exactly, beautiful Judy?”

She kissed me again, and did things with her tongue in my mouth that I’d never felt before. I pulled her to me, as much to squeeze her ass as to hide my firm erection from any onlookers. Maybe it was the heat from the crowded ballroom, but I was sweating profusely when she stopped. “It means, handsome Matthew, that I am yours, body and soul. Kill me or marry me, either way it doesn’t matter. My flesh and my heart belong to you forever; you can do no wrong.”

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January 1st

~Judy Beckman~

When I woke up, the sunlight blazing in the window made my head throb. I had no idea where I was, but the bedroom I was in was well-furnished and looked to have an attached bedroom. I looked under the sheets and was shocked by my naked body. It was not just me being naked that was startling, but that I smelled like I’d been thoroughly and completely fucked, and my breasts were covered with bite marks. Reaching down to touch my labia, I was shocked as to how tender they were, and how much fluid seemed to be coming from between them.

Just then the door opened, and a young man walked in carrying a tray. Shirtless and wearing some tight jeans, he looked quite familiar, very cute in fact. He sat the tray on the nightstand. Judging by the look on his face, he was quite pleased to see me.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he extended a champagne flute with orange liquid. “Ah, you’re awake! Excellent! elvankent saatlik veren escortlar I brought you a mimosa — a little hair of the dog — and some toast to get some food in your stomach.”

I took a sip of the wonderfully cool drink, and my memory started to piece together the events of the night before. His name was Martin — no wait, that wasn’t right. This was Matthew, the young man dressed up as Baby New Year!

I managed to find my voice, although it was somewhat croaky. “Thank you, Matthew. Where exactly am I?”

“You’re one of the guest rooms of my parent’s mansion. That’s Paul and Victoria Taylor, to be specific. You’re one of several people that stayed here for their own safety after having had too much to drink last night.”

HOLY SHIT! I told myself to stay calm, this was no time to panic. “Matthew, I seem to have not been alone last night. Can you verify that?”

A wicked smile crossed his face, and he shocked me by leaning down and kissing me. This was no polite peck, it was a passionate thank-you-for-fucking-me-kiss. That’s when memories started trickling in. “I most certainly can. I was with you most of the time.”

I flashed on my telling Matthew that I loved him more than my ex-husband. Uh oh. Matthew stood up and pulled off his jeans, and not only was he devoid of any underwear, but his cock was fully erect.

“I was with you, and now I’m back.” Slipping under the covers, he downed the remainder of my mimosa and put the glass on the tray, then pushed me back on the bed, spread my legs and entered me.

As he began thrusting, he growled, “Judy Beckman, you were the best fuck I ever had in my life, and I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now. I can’t let you go.”

I winced at his entrance. “Please Matthew, go slowly, I’m really tender. How many times did we do it last night?”

He slowed, and his movements became quite tender. “You and I did it five times. You and my brother Phil did it four. Then we did it one more time each together.”

That’s when another memory hit me — it seemed like at some point there were two Matthews. I had one on either side of me, their fingers probing my pussy while each suckled and kissed a breast; I seemed to recall cumming like a freight train.

“You mean that wasn’t a dream?”

“Oh, no. We’re very close, Phil and I. I asked you if he could join us, and you really seemed to welcome it. We started off doing tag team, where one of us would rest while the other was fucking you, but then we both had you at once. You know, the old spit-roast where one of us got sucked while the other was working on your pussy. You kept saying how bad your ex made you feel by fucking your best friend right away, but we two studs made you feel so good, like the sexiest slut in the world.”

Hearing those words made me shiver, and I felt another climax building. “Matthew, please don’t stop,” I begged, “just kiss me and fuck me harder!”

Lowering his lips to mine, he began plunging harder. I must have been full of cum because the wet squishing sound of his cock pistoned in and out of me was very prominent. Suddenly, I felt it happening. Digging my heels into the mattress, I arched my back and stiffened.

“YESSSSSSS, fuck MEEEE!” I hissed, as an orgasm wave ripped through me. I clamped my pelvic muscles down as hard as I could, and it seemed to do the trick for Matthew as well.

He began to stiffen, but what he cried out as he let loose his load shocked me. “Oh, SHIIIIIT! I LOVE YOU JUDY!”

After his release, we kissed softly as we both lay there recovering, and I realized I might have unintentionally gotten a man – not much older than my first marriage was long – to fall in love with me. Of course, a man in the throes of sexual release will say damn near anything just so long as it results in his cum emptying his balls so this could just be his testicles making him say that, but it would be interesting to see where things went from this point.

~Matthew Taylor~

I honestly thought that after fucking Judy all night I didn’t have another drop in me, but as soon as I walked in that guest room and saw her, I wanted her again. I had wanted her all to myself when I’d led her to the guest room, but Phil had seen me.

“Dude, you’re going to tap that MILF? She’s pretty fucking hot! Mind if I join you?”

I sighed. Of the two of us, I was the romantic, my brother was the horndog. He was leaving for London in the morning to start a job there, so we wouldn’t be seeing each other for at least 6 months.

“OK, but I get to go first, then we’ll tag-team her.” We’d done this a few times in college, with the girl’s consent of course, and it was always an enjoyable time for the woman in question.

We did this for a few hours, with one of us resting while the other kept fucking, and Judy kept cumming over and over. I’d stop from time to time and take her to the toilet, wipe her down with a washrag, then give her some water to hydrate her before ankara azeri escortlar offering her more champagne.

By the fourth hour she was covered with sweat, and her hair was a real mess, but that just made me want her more. And every time I told her how beautiful she was and what an idiot her ex was for letting her go, it was like a switch had been flipped in her and she was urging me on, begging me to bite her tits and fuck her harder. When I told her my twin brother thought she was hot and wanted to join us, she was all for it. We spit-roasted her for a while, and honestly her mouth was as fuckable as her pussy.

But it was when we were simultaneously sucking her nipples and fingering her that she shook so hard from the resulting orgasm, I thought the bed was going to collapse before she did. It was about 4am when she passed out for good, and Phil took off for the airport. I spooned with her and kept caressing her tits before I finally fell asleep myself. Despite me being exhausted and my balls being totally depleted, I found myself still partially erect and wanting to fuck again, even as I surrendered to the arms of Morpheus. Once there, I fucked her in my dreams.

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February 28th

~Judy Beckman~

It had been an eventful 8 weeks since I woke up after my night of debauchery in the Taylor mansion.

First, my 19-year-old son Terry announced he’d joined the Navy. I found this quite ironic because his father was hydrophobic. Then my 17-year-old son Sean dropped the bomb that since he now had a girlfriend who lived close to his dad’s place, he wanted to live with his father full time to always be near her. Ah, young love. He’d be turning 18 in a couple of months, so there was no point to me objecting. It hurt, but that’s parenting for you. I just hoped that my son would invite me to the eventual wedding, even if Jackie would be the mother of the groom. (Was I being overly dramatic? Sorry, not sorry.)

Of course it was bound to happen that Jackie got engaged to Glenn three fucking months after our divorce was finalized, because my ex is the kind of man who needs to be married. He may have been a tiger at his import/export business, but at home he was a weak man-child who needs a strong woman to make decisions for him. With me out of the picture, my ex-best friend stepped right up to be that woman.

On the positive side, there was Matthew Taylor. As it turned out, my Baby New Year man was older than he looked, 26. He and his brother worked as investment bankers, Matthew in Manhattan, and Phil in London. When I finally managed to get out of bed to get breakfast and take my walk of shame, I was shocked at what I saw in the mirror. My makeup was smeared so I looked like the Phantom of the Opera, my hair looked like a veritable rat’s nest, and yet… I was happy. Happy that despite my earlier fears I wasn’t just some boring middle-aged divorced homemaker, happy that I’d sexually satisfied two young and very handsome men, happy that one of them even kept telling me he loved me, even in the days following when I was certain he’d chalk me up as just another quick fuck and forget my name soon after.

Since New York’s financial industry work day went from 9:30am to 4:00pm, after Matthew had gone to the gym to work out or play squash, he’d often bring by flowers or carryout dinners to my house out in Cambria Heights. Emptied of my two sons it was now a terribly lonely place, and I’d repeatedly considered selling my half to Glenn. On the other hand, Matthew’s presence made the place bearable. And by bearable I mean we’d made love on damn near every flat surface in the place — every bed, the dining room table, the kitchen counters, you name it.

That was the thing about Matthew, he was a real romantic at heart. Recalling our night of debauchery with his brother, I realized that while Phil had fucked me roughly, Matthew was the one tenderly making love to me, telling me how wonderful I was, and telling me — repeatedly — that he loved me. I shiver thinking about it to this day.

Despite my occasionally telling him he needed to find someone younger, his devotion never wavered. When my sons both forgot to call me on my 43rd birthday, Matthew knew how hurt I was and stepped in, taking me to a little bed and breakfast place on the beach in New Haven Connecticut. While we were there, he mentioned the idea of getting married.

As much as I was growing to love him, I reminded him I was 16 years older and didn’t see him still loving me when I was an aging 55, and he was a youthful 39. I also told him how I was perimenopausal and my doctor had told me my fertility was dropping like the S&P 500 in a bear market, so I doubted I could give him a family.

Being Matthew, his response was to quote Wayne Gretzky, saying “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”, then promptly stripping me naked and taking me on the floor in front of the fireplace, then again in the shower afterwards.

What was most worrisome was, in the past few weeks I’d started not feeling well. I began experiencing nausea, fatigue, slight soreness in my back and in my breasts, and my feet were a little swollen. A quick trip to the doctor resulted in her requesting a sonogram for me. I laughed, telling her “I can’t be pregnant, you told me my fertility was basically vanishing, right?”

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My introduction to a threesome was not exactly what is normally considered a threesome. The girls performed oral sex on each other and at some point, I performed oral sex on each of them. My release came when Huerta instructed me to remove Andrea’s panties and masturbate into them. Then I was instructed to slurp up my cum. In my post orgasmic guilt trip, my already small cock shriveled up to almost nothing. The girls noticed but made no vulgar remarks about my lack of size. Rather, they thought I was cute. Huerta had me put back on Andrea’s panties. I had already feigned reluctance so there was no need to repeat that act. Now with having been satisfied somewhat, I knew there was no need to act macho. They accepted me as a confidant and close friend. Albeit that I was looked on more as a girlfriend than a guy friend. I wondered if this meant that I would eventually get to fuck both girls. This would be such a sight to make love to them. I had virtually failed to penetrate Huerta when we were in college. I guess some would say that we did have sex, but I am sure she would disagree.

Huerta was at Andrea’s for the long weekend. I finally went back to my apartment in the early morning hours. I was still wearing Andrea’s sexy panties. My cum and precum were starting to get crusty but my little cock was again hard. Just thinking about what I had just experienced was keeping me aroused even though I had cum while with the girls. They did not make fun of my little dicklet and now I was hairless below my scalp. The following day around noon, Huerta called me to see how I was doing.

“Garrett, are you okay with what happened last night,” she asked.

I had to careful how I answered. I mean I still had not penetrated a vagina with my little dick, but feigning reluctance would assure that it would be the last time it would happen. I still held out hope that one or both of them would have sex with me. I did share their secret after all.

I answered, “Yeah, it was wild. I would have never suspected that you and Andrea are lovers.”

“Well, I guess you could put it that way. But, like we said, we do not think of ourselves as lesbian. Our main aim is cock. Not that you don’t have one, Honey. It is just that we both love big cocks. If you are not comfortable with this, just say so. Andrea and I both have dates tonight. You are invited. There is no need to feel like a fifth wheel either. Andrea assures me that both guys are very open minded sexually. So, are you interested? After last night we consider you one of the girlfriends. And I don’t mean that in an ugly way. We both enjoyed what you brought to the ‘threesome’. I think you will enjoy the date tonight and who knows what might happen. We are going out to eat first and then back to Andrea’s. With only one bedroom, everything will be out in the open. Oh, by the way wear Andrea’s panties over tonight. We will get you a clean pair when you get here. We just loved that you let us shave you. You make a pretty cute little girlfriend.”

My face burned with embarrassment. I thought about declining the invitation. How dare they refer to me as a ‘girlfriend’. However, masturbating while wearing Huerta’s panties and now wearing Andrea’s panties was so erotic that I also burned with anticipation. While still being conflicted about the pleasure I received from wearing the panties, I could not deny that it was so captivating. Logically, I should feel emasculated in a way. Emotionally, it was a roller coaster. Instead of feeling shame for being treated as a ‘girlfriend’ my little dick indicated otherwise. When I looked at myself in the mirror, my smooth clean body along with the little bulge in the panties warmed my mind.

What would the evening hold for me? Us? What about wearing panties with two guys present?

I showered and got dressed in jeans and a pullover. I pulled Andrea’s panties over my hard little dick. When I was ready, I went outside. The panties felt so different in my crotch. It seemed every air molecule found my smooth skin and reminded me that I was now completely shaven and looked more like a ‘girlfriend’ than I was just a day ago.

The guys were going to meet us at the restaurant. When I arrived at Andrea’s, both girls were getting ready. They shared the makeup mirror and generally dolled up very nicely. As each took her turn, she would remove her robe and sit on the stool wearing only sexy panties. Andrea was in a yellow thong. Huerta wore a hot pink bikini. They went about getting ready totally topless and seemingly unfazed by my presence with them.

When they were both ready, they asked me to help them fasten their bras in back. I knew they didn’t need any help but I went along with the ruse anyway. Afterward they both put on short skirts and low scooped knit tops. There was so much cleavage in that room.

“Now, Sweetie,” Huerta said, “Get those jeans off and let’s see about getting you some sexy panties. Tell you what, why don’t you wear these?”

She tossed me a hot pink bikini out of her bag. I could tell they were brand new. I was certain that escort bayan the girls had gone shopping before I arrived. I removed Andrea’s soiled panties and stepped willingly into the new bikini that Huerta handed me. They were snug around my hard cock.

“Quite a bulge there, Garrett. And you were trying to act like our panties didn’t turn you on. Well, no surprise. These panties turn us on when we wear them. I am a little excited to see you in a pretty pair. I hope that little bulge goes down before we get to the restaurant. I would take care of that for you now but I hope things heat up after we get back and we want you as horny as possible.”

All the attention did finally make my hard-on subside. It was mostly the fear of being found out in public. As our mothers used to tell us, ‘Wear clean underwear in case you have to go to the hospital’. I never saw the logic in that, but you know how Moms are. My new fear was going to the hospital and be found out wearing pretty girly panties. However, they felt so sexy that I decided to risk it.

We arrived at the restaurant and met the guys. Ted was a six-foot-tall white guy with a good physique. He obviously worked out. Nathan was a taller black man who was also quite buff. Andrea introduced Huerta and I to the guys. They were very friendly and didn’t seem to mind that I was along as a fifth wheel. Andrea explained that we were all college friends and that Huerta was there for the long weekend. It became obvious that Andrea and Ted had dated before and that Nathan was Huerta’s date. In fact, he seemed to very quickly give Huerta’s assets approving glances. I had always heard that black men love big asses. I could see why she immediately appealed to him. I wondered to myself if the myth about black men was also true. I didn’t quite understand why I anticipated seeing whether Huerta’s big ass and Nathan’s big cock were going to match up that evening.

Dinner and wine went very well. The guys spent time asking about me and how I had gotten to know such beautiful women. I guess in a way they were probing to see if there was any romantic interest between us. After much wine, the girls were loosening up when Huerta slipped and said that they accepted me much like a third girlfriend. They guys looked toward each other quizzically. I could tell that they were wondering if I was gay. It did not seem to bother them. I blushed when Huerta had said that and she apologized for how it sounded.

“Oh, Honey,” she said, “That came out wrong. What I meant to say was that we talk around Garret just like we would around other women. Wait that still doesn’t sound right. … We just love him and trust him with all our little secrets.”

“What secrets would that be?” asked Ted.

Both girls laughed heartily and made the most of the joke.

“We’ll never tell.” Andrea stated.

She poked me in the waist and rubbed my crotch ever so quickly. I am sure my face glowed red. Other than that, it was an enjoyable dinner. Everyone was mellow from the wine. Nathan was sitting very close to Huerta while Ted and Andrea were starting to kiss and make out a little before the check came. We all hopped in a taxi and headed back to Andrea’s apartment. I was up front and some sideways glances told me that there was some body exploring going on in the back. Andrea looked like she was trying to swallow Ted’s tongue while he gently massaged her breasts. Not to be left out, Nathan began kissing a willing Huerta.

When we arrived back at the apartment, Andrea served us all tequila shots. On the couch, Ted was helping Andrea out of her top. Nathan was still getting to know Huerta better and making considerable progress. He was massaging her luscious big breasts through her top. She reached around her back and skillfully popped all four stays on her bra, letting it loose. Just as skillfully, she freed the straps and pulled the bra out from under her top. I couldn’t see why she didn’t just remove her top but I did agree that it was much more intriguing this way. Her soft round breasts were now on almost naked display with her pencil sized nipples protruding and her pink areolas outlined against the thin fabric. Nathan wasted no time massaging the large round orbs. She was becoming more aroused. She straddled his lap and pushed her breasts into his face. I couldn’t help thinking to myself that it would be a good way to be smothered. Shortly, he helped her out of the top completely. Ted had successfully removed Andrea’s thong and deposited it on the coffee table. His hand was under her skirt and undoubtedly had found the prized honey pot. Eventually both girls were naked except for Huerta still had on her sexy panties. The guys were down to their briefs.

Andrea stood up completely nude and said, “Anyone for the bedroom? And Garrett, get those jeans and your shirt off. You need to match your girlfriends, Baby. Come on. Don’t be shy. We are not having you bored while we fuck in the bedroom. And boys, no Garrett, no pussy.”

Ted and Nathan still had their underwear on but the bulges were sincan bayan escort about to rip out the front of each one. I reluctantly pulled off my clothes revealing to the guys my pretty hot pink panties. They both looked at me and smiled. They did not tease on otherwise make me feel uncomfortable.

Once near the king-sized bed, Andrea pulled Ted’s briefs down revealing a good thick cock about eight inches in length. She stroked him then sank to her knees and proceeded to start on a slurpy blow job. She stopped for only a second and looked at me.

“Come here, Garrett and kiss me. His cock tastes so sweet yet salty also. You really need to taste him.”

I shyly walked over to her and bent down. His dew was all over her lips. She smeared it on my lips and thrust her tongue into my mouth. The unmistakable taste of cock was overwhelming. She giggled and went back to sucking his hard member.

Huerta was on the other side of the bed and now had her panties removed.

“Garrett,” she said, “Come over here and lick my pussy. I want you to taste me before Nathan sinks his cock into me. Matter of fact, how about taking his shorts down so we can get a better look.”

Mesmerized by such wonton lust, I obeyed. Nathan was willing and held his hand up allowing me to grasp the sides of his briefs. I tugged them down across his strikingly muscular butt while Huerta oohed at the site in front of her. As I dropped his underwear on the floor, I started to the bed beside her. When I made my way in front of Nathan, I could see why Huerta was so enthusiastic. His cock looked like a dark brown tube sausage. It was massive. It had to be at least ten inches long and much thicker than his friend Ted.

“Oh, God, Honey, better lick me good. I don’t think I have ever had a cock that big. Hurry, Sweetie. Kiss my puss. I want that big cock inside of me.”

I lay on the bed and kissed her slick pussy. She didn’t need any lubrication. Her pussy was flowing her girl juices. My mouth was in her and all over her pussy. Her clit stood out like a little soldier. It was hard as could be. I marveled at such a prominent part of her anatomy. I didn’t know if all women had this ability. I had never seen anything like it. And the feel on my lips was exquisite. I licked it with my tongue and pursed my lips around it like a small cock. She moaned and tensed up having a small orgasm already.

“Oh, god, yes, Honey. Better stop and let Nathan have his way with me. God, yes what a cock. Come here Nathan.”

He approached and stuck his cock into her face. She licked circles around his big purple head. No way could she take him down her throat but she licked and sucked as best she could.

“Oh, god, Nathan. Please fuck me. I want that cock in me. Fuck me now.”

Nathan for his part began caressing her big round breasts. Her areolas seemed to expand and soften with her lust. Her nipples were hard as pebbles. He began sucking them and took as much of her areolas as he could into his mouth. It was exciting her. She moaned and held his face while he paid homage to her magnificent lady parts.

“Please, Nathan, fuck me now.” She pleaded.

He mounted her and placed the tip of his cock at her sex. He rubbed the head into her flowing juices and spread them around her labia. Both were dripping and ready. He moved his big cock into her waiting sex and began a slow back and forth movement. Each stroke took him further into her. She wrapped her arms around his chocolate-colored torso and spread her legs allowing him complete access to her vagina. As he continued to plunge his spear into her, her moans became higher in pitch. I watched as her face turned from pleasure to pain and back to pleasure. He still had more to go. He stroked his cock deeper and harder into her. Her pleasure was now at its peak as she began to whimper. She had the first of many orgasms. As she convulsed, Nathan continued laying the pipe into her, not letting her come down from one orgasm as another rocked her.

He was pounding her pussy relentlessly.

“Oh, fuck, oh, god, yes fuck me. I am cumming.”

This only increased his assault on her. He ground ever deeper into her while she shuddered to a smashing climax. I was amazed at his staying power. I had already cum in my panties and he was still in her soft pussy. At last, I saw him slow his intensity and tighten his hard butt.

“OH, oooohhhh, god, here it comes.” He growled.

He pumped once hard and exhaled loudly. He pumped again and held himself deep inside her. This kept up for what had to be at least ten ejaculations of his potent sperm. Finally, he relaxed some but held himself inside her. She was moaning hoarsely having shrieked to so many orgasms. I didn’t know how many women were considered multi-orgasmic but Huerta certainly was.

At last, he began to withdraw until he finally slipped his huge cock out of her.

“Oh, god, hurry, Garrett. Catch his cum before it stains the sheets.”

I never waivered or showed any reluctance. After accepting the panties, I knew that elvankent escort bayanlar the girls had no time for me to put on any outward macho man shit. She wanted me to eat her pussy even though it was full of Nathan’s cum. Her vagina was distended and open. The void from his massive tool would not go straight back together. I pounced on her pussy and began licking and slurping. The flow was profound. It was all I could do to keep up. I swallowed unabashedly and it kept coming and kept coming. My cum would barely fill a thimble. His seemed to come in pints. At least that is what sense I got of it. It was amazing. Finally, the flow slowed to a trickle. I sucked more on her pussy and swallowed less. This brought her to another orgasm. Milder of course than when he was buried in her. She rubbed my head and cooed.

Andrea and Ted meanwhile were furiously fucking on the other side of the bed. I caught glimpses of them but was mostly preoccupied with watching Nathan’s huge black cock fucking Huerta’s sloppy pussy. I heard moans and grunts from the other couple. They changed positions several times. Ted eventually came while she was riding his cock reverse cowboy style. As Ted relaxed from his orgasm, Andrea kept up her cowgirl fucking until he finally softened and slipped out of her well-oiled pussy. She rolled over in after-sex-glow and mopped her fingers in the leaking flow of cum from her pussy. I watched more carefully when that happened, not knowing if I should eat her creampie without an invitation.

Eventually she looked over at me and smiled. I know I gave her a stupid smile back. I was frozen in place with remnants of Nathan’s cum on my face. Ever so slightly she nodded her head downward and gave me the most alluring smile. I took that as an invitation. I moved over and crawled between her legs. I quickly placed my lips on her vulva and caught the considerable flow of hot cum. I was way past introspection at that point. It was my pathway to great sex. Not like I had imagined but great sex. Oral sex was still sex, I reasoned. It was unmistakable that I was learning not just to tolerate the second hand cum from a hot pussy, but instead learning to crave it. Would there be a turning point where I could have traditional sex with one or both of the women?

Later in reflection, I would of course question my own sexuality. Eating my own cum in front of the girls was one thing. I had often tasted my own cum when I masturbated in Huerta’s panties. When Huerta indicated that I was to clean her up after Nathan had virtually hosed her uterus it seemed like the thing to do in following her wishes. That was my categorizing of the act. If it gave pleasure to Huerta, then it was okay. When I tasted my own cum, it was in the heat of heightened sexual arousal. That was okay. But eating another man’s cum from my girlfriend’s pussy. Was that okay?

As the two couples relaxed in bliss, I was unsure whether to break the quiet. I sat in a chair in panties only while they were all still naked in bed. It was the most uncomfortable point in the encounter. To my relief, the two pairs rested only for a short while. As the two big cocks began to rise, the girls were taking them in their dainty hands and helping them back to life. It wasn’t long before both couples did indeed couple. I was still hard in my panties. As I watched, I placed my hand inside and grasped my cock. Not wanting to distract the couples, I silently stroked my little cock until I came in the panties. I was a mess now with cum on my face, in my mouth and in my panties.

This continued into the early morning hours. I unabashedly cleaned them both up after each session. They were now expecting it as a matter of routine. They pleasured themselves on my tongue while I ingested load after load of cum. I marveled at the stamina and staying power of the two men. The amount of cum they ejaculated was, of course, less each time but how could they cum so many times and still keep going. Obviously, Andrea was also in awe of Ted’s staying power. Nathan was another story in fact. His massive black cock was almost grotesque being so large. But it was beautiful in the right way. Huerta had struggled at first taking it but as the evening wore on, her pussy was looser and looser. By the last time I ate her out, I could not believe it would ever go back to its original size. I imagined my little dicklet trying to fuck that big sloppy cunt. There was no way she would even feel me. Yet I was hoping that she would invite me to fuck her anyway. I was horny as hell.

When finally the guys left, the girls invited me back to bed with them.

“Come on, Honey,” Huerta said. “Let’s take care of that cute little dicky.”

Both girls were naked. Huerta removed my panties and held them to my nose. My own wetness bathed my face with the horny dew. She then got between my legs and took my dick into her mouth. She couldn’t swallow much of Nathan’s cock but her lips engulfed all of me. She held me in her mouth and licked my hairless balls at the same time. I could not last and blasted my cum into her mouth. As I quickly softened, she held me tighter draining every last drop of cum from me. She held her lips tightly as she pulled off my cock. She kissed Andrea without releasing any of the cum. Andrea for her part licked Huerta’s lips cleaning up what little she had there.

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Kelvin really missed Angie and her big titties and tight cunt. It had been years since he’d really craved a specific cunt, but he’d fuck a bunch of skanky hoes with huge tits and big, thick asses and all he wanted was his petite, big titty Asian slut. Kelvin tossed his bags into his apartment before he headed over to Angie’s place. He pulled out a spare set of keys and let himself in.

It was pretty quiet when he initially got into the apartment, but as he made his way further in, he could hear the shower running. Perfect. He really enjoyed fucking Angie in the shower. There was something so sexy about smashing her tits against the glass while her filled her cunt with his cock.

Angie must be pretty horny. He’d left her all alone for a long weekend. He was pretty spent from all the skanks he’d fucked, but the thought of her tight pussy was getting him all hard. Kelvin pushed the door open to the bathroom and grinned when he saw her rubbing her titties in the shower. She had such a fantastic pair of tits.

Kelvin slammed the door shut and he could see Angie’s mouth form ooh sound of surprise when she saw him. He pulled his shirt off and shucked his shorts, his cock springing out ready to go. He strolled over to the shower and jerked the door open. He grabbed Angie by her arms and shoved her into the glass wall, tits firsts.

“Kelvin!” she exclaimed. “You’re back early!”

“Needed to come give my cumslut my load,” he said as he slapped her ass hard.

Angie gasped as Kelvin pushed her legs apart and bent his knees so he could shove his big dick into her slutty pussy. He plunged in, burying himself balls deep. He could feel her stretching a little, but she was much looser than she typically was, even when he was fucking her multiple times a day.

Kelvin grabbed her hips and slammed her down on his cock with enough forced to hurt most girls, though he knew Angie could take it. He’d used her in so many ways and she was a hardcore slut. He hammered with his cock and every time he lifted her, he smashed her tits into the glass.

“Who! Did! You! Fuck!” he roared as he pulled out of her loose cunt and slammed into her ass.

Typically, he was a lot gentler with her ass, but he was furious at her for fucking around even though he’d been fucking around himself. He knew it was a double standard, but he didn’t care. Kelvin groaned as her ass clenched his dick. Her ass was still pretty tight, but not as tight as he remembered. Kelvin pressed her into the glass and continued to fuck her ass aggressively until he couldn’t hold his load any longer.

He came in a giant guttural roar before he finally pulled out. Her ass was gaping from his intrusion and he was proud of how much was leaking down her legs. He turned her around and smacked her titty hard. Angie moaned and he smacked the other titty too.

“Who did you fuck, you fucking slut?!” he shouted as he continued to slap her titties until they were bright red.

Angie still wasn’t answering him. She continued to take the abuse to her tits without saying anything. She was typically pretty mouthy and demanding, so this was a bit strange.

Kelvin grabbed her tits and pushed then tightly together, applying pressure like he was going to flatten them into each other. Angie was tearing up and she was crying out.

“ANSWER ME!” he screamed as he continued to press her tits tighter and tighter together. He was so fucking angry with her.

“I fucked a dozen men this weekend!” she shouted. escort bayan “I was a filthy cum bucket for a bunch of white men whose cocks were all smaller than yours!”

Kelvin released her tits and instead her captured her nipples, yanking her towards him with her sensitive nubs. He then forced her onto her knees and he shoved his dirty cock into her mouth.

“Did you like taking all those cocks into your fuckholes?” he sneered as he fucked his cock clean with her mouth. “You filthy fucking slut. You’ll fuck anyone, won’t you?”

Angie could answer him other than to gurgle around his big cock as he forced it down her throat. Kelvin was so pissed that Angie had fucked so many damn white fuckers, but his boys would be happy. He’d been planning to keep her to himself for a bit, but if she was gonna get destroyed by a bunch of white cocks he was gonna get her decimated with his crew instead.

–

Angie was surrounded for the second time in as many days, but this time it was a group of jacked black men who were waiting to wreck her pussy. Kelvin was sitting on the couch, which had been shoved to the side so there was plenty of space for fucking. Kelvin had told her he was gonna give her to his boys, because if she was gonna fuck a bunch of cocks, they should be real cocks.

Jamal was the first to approach her. He walked all the way around her and slapped both of her ass cheeks hard before stopping in front of her tits. He cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over her sore nipples. Kelvin had punished her by snapping some clothespins on her nipples until his boys had arrived to fuck his big titty Asian slut, as he’d called her on the phone.

Angie shuddered as Jamal massaged her still quite pink titty flesh. Kelvin had slapped her tits multiple times as he’d waited for them to arrive. She liked pain, but she’d been in so much pain over the last two days that she was hoping they’d just fuck her various holes until she was covered in cum. She could already feel her pussy swelling with excitement as she surveyed the big, hard dicks that would penetrate her.

“Damn,” said Jamal as he pinched on her nipples, tugging on them just enough to hurt, “you weren’t lying. She’s got some real big titties on such a tiny frame.”

Kelvin grinned. “Her cunt and ass were even better until she became a cum bucket for a bunch of white cocks.”

Jamal twisted her nipples and he applied even more force on her tender nubs. “Why would you ever want white cock when you could have black dick?”

Duke, shorter and even stouter than Jamal, came up behind Angie and pressed his sizeable cock against her damp pussy.

“Fuck, this hoe is ready!” yelled Duke

Kelvin chuckled as Angie felt her pussy get even wetter as she felt herself be trapped between two hunky black men. “She’s a cum bucket! She’s always ready!”

“Fuck yeah!” exclaimed Duke as he grabbed her hips, ready to plunge his cock into her cunt.

Jamal grabbed her by the waist and hauled Angie to him. “I get to fuck her cunt first!”

Duke dug his fingers into her hip, not willing to let go. “Nooo! I’m gonna bang her cunt first!”

Reggie, who was not as tall nor as thick as either Jamaal or Duke came over and grabbed Angie by her long black hair and he yanked her toward him. She cried out due to the pain, and she pleaded with them to just let Reggie fuck her.

“Slut knows what she wants!” said Reggie, as Jamaal and Duke reluctantly released her.

Angie fell to her knees sincan bayan escort before Reggie and stared at a cock that was thicker than Kelvin’s though an inch or two shorter. She didn’t get much time to admire it before he was turning her around and lifting her hips up so he could ram his cock into her. Angie screamed as he split her open, he was so fucking massive that she could feel her poor cunt stretch wider than it’d ever been stretched before.

“Fuuuck!” he shouted. “She’s fucking snug!”

Kelvin chuckled as he stood from the couch and grabbed Angie by the face. She opened her mouth quickly and he shoved his dick down her throat. She’d been spitroasted a bunch in college, when her compatriots had realized what a fucking hoe she was, but she’d never had such big, thick dicks inside of her until now.

Reggie was really working her cunt as Kelvin fucked her mouth. Angie was gasping for air even as she could feel her pussy get closer and closer to cumming. Her tits were swaying under her, and she frequently noticed her tits getting squeezed or her nipples getting pulled, which only ramped up her pleasure. She was just about at the edge when Reggie stopped moving and Kelvin pulled out of her mouth.

“Noooo!” she cried.

Kelvin lifted her up and he slapped her titties so hard that she yelped.

“Fuck that’s hot!” shouted Jamaal. “Hit those titties!”

Kelvin slapped them brutally a few more times before he rotated her around Reggie’s thick dick until she was facing him with her back to Kelvin. Reggie grinned as he cupped her sore titties and smashed them together as Kelvin pushed his big black cock into her ass.

Angie had thought she had been filled before, when she had cock after cock fill her cunt and ass simultaneous at Will’s party, but it was nothing compared to Reggie’s and Kelvin’s combined size and girth. Thankfully, Kelvin had entered her slowly or she didn’t know what would have happened.

“Fuucck!” grunted Kelvin as he fully buried himself into her ass.

“Damn!” said Duke. “Never seen a hoe take both of you fuckers before!”

Angie had never felt such intense pressure down there before, which only increased as they began moving in and out of her. She was aware that both Duke and Jamaal has their phones out, whether they were taking photos or videos, it didn’t matter. She already knew that Will was watching her get her filthy slutholes filled by two massive cocks. Would he ever take her back as his cumslut? Did she even want him to?

Angie screamed as Kelvin and Reggie pounded her in sync. She came with a gush and soon felt both of their cocks coating her with their cum. As soon as they were done, Jamaal and Duke got their turn, where they filled her up almost as much as Reggie and Kelvin, but it wasn’t as good as the first dp. Angie only came when Kelvin twisted her nipples viciously, which sent her over the edge.

“Damn!” shouted Duke as he pounded her pussy relentlessly while Jamaal fucked her ass. “Her cunt is incredible!”

“Fuuuck, I’m cumming!” Jamaal grabbed her titties, squeezing them tightly as he exploded into her ass.

Angie could feel Duke also erupting in her cunt. She shuddered as they pulled out of her leaking holes and dumped her on the floor. She could feel how stretched she was and how hard she had cum from their vigorous use of her holes. Angie moaned as Duke sucked on her distended nipples. She liked rough and brutal sex, but it was nice sometimes to have a elvankent escort bayanlar less aggressive touch. Angie moaned even more as Jamaal latched himself to her other nipple.

She watched hungrily as Reggie and Kelvin lazily stroked their half hard erections. She really wanted then to take her again. She wanted to be filled to the brim with their big dicks in her fuckholes until she squirted all over them!

–

Will was already hard after watching Angie get fucked in his favorite way, tits against the glass with Kelvin pounding her from behind. But Will was even more aroused when Kelvin had been so engaged to discover how loose her holes were from her recent gangbang with multiple dps.

Will had greatly enjoyed watching Kelvin abuse her tits, which the other man had never done before. Kelvin had been more into raunchy sex and rough groping than the punishing, brutal sex that Will thrived on. But all it took was a bunch of white cocks to get some of the best porn footage he had of Angie.

Will’s cock was aching as he watched Angie get dped by the biggest, thickest cocks he’d ever seen. He didn’t see how her pussy was ever going to be the same again, though he knew that even the sluttiest cum bucket could return to normal if given enough rest. He was going to have to put a chastity belt on her. There was no way his brother was going to like anything but a snug cunt.

“Mr. Grayson,” said Kate, as she pulled her top down so that her tits popped out, “do you need some assistance?”

Her tits were lovely, but not nearly as big nor were her nipples as thick as Angie’s. But Angie needed to prove herself if she wanted to be back in his good graces. He might never fuck her whore holes again, but he would love to torture her tits again She had responded so beautifully when he had placed the hanger clips on her nipples.

Will could feel his cock engorge even more as he thought of Angie’s distended nipples trapped in the hanger clips. He gestured for Kate to come close and he caressed her small pink nipples until they puckered, then he pulled open his drawer and snapped on some clamps connected by a chain.

Kate’s nipples were fairly sensitive, but her areolas and nipples didn’t have much surface area to play with. He tugged on the chain hard, which drew a soft gasp from Kate. He added some weights, which stretched her nipples quite nicely, though no where near what Angie’s were like when he pulled on the hanger. Fuck, he missed Angie’s big, slutty nipples more than he thought.

He whirled Kate around and bent her over. He lifted her dress and her pussy was bare and glistening, so ready for his cock. Will fucked her hard, watching her tits shake as he slammed into her, savoring how the weights pulled at her clamped nubs each time he hammered into her.

“Please, Mr. Grayson, let me cum!” begged Kate.

Will reached down and pulled on her chain, which didn’t push her over the edge like Angie. Instead it stifled her arousal enough that he could keep pounding her cunt again and again, letting the weights swing wildly and elongate her poor little nipples.

When he was close, he could feel Kate quivering. He hadn’t let her cum in days, though he had been fucking her cunt more vigorously than he had been in months. He missed Angie, but fucking whore was enjoying all those big black cocks inside her fuckholes.

Will yanked on Kate’s nipple chain and roared, “Cum you cunt!”

Kate gushed all over his cock as he unloaded his cum into her cunt. Will was staring at the screen as he continued to pump into her, watching as Angie was lifted up and penetrated by two thick black cocks. He was going to give that cockwhore to Alexander and he would see what brother did to her when he learned what a painslut she was.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

Your college years, what exactly do you remember about them — The heavy drinking? The hangovers on the mornings after? Or waking up naked next to your step brother? For me, it was the last one, and so much more.

Anyway, just to get the introductions over with, my name is Carolyn Brown. When I was eighteen in high school, I wasn’t like other girls, as cliché as this sounds; I was skinny, meek, and mild-mannered. I had pale skin peppered with pimples on both my face and shoulders, and curly brown hair tied in a bun that got in my way whenever I peered down at my homework or whatever book I read; I wore thick-rimmed glasses that made my green eyes look as though they were about to cover my face, and I had smaller-than-average breasts paired with an equally small bum, both of which were always concealed by baggy sweaters and jeans. The only thing about me, other than my eyes, that could be considered “big” was my own brain, what with how much success I found when it came to my studies, especially with English; it was to such an extent that I ended up graduating high school with full honors and a special award for my excellence in writing. Although, when I was asked to stand at the podium to give my speech, I found myself utterly paralyzed in my seat as my eyes darted at the audience, all their faces trained on me. And so, in my stead, my mother gave my speech while I sat in a state of silent shame.

On the other hand, my mother was the complete opposite of me — crowning her head were long, wavy strands of golden blonde hair, and complementing those were a pair of eyes that were bluer than the sapphire necklace she gifted me last Christmas. Body-wise, you could tell in an instant how experienced she was with both her health, and the bedroom — she was subtly plump, with curves in all the right places, and paired with that was a buxom that all the boys stared at, all while I’m left alone in her shadow with my books.

Everything, however, changed in 2014, as I began the fall semester of my second year of college. During the summer break before it started, I received a phone call from my councilor, who told me what I could only consider an utter horror at the time.

“Carolyn,” he said, the regret in his tone as audible as the living room television behind me. “Lemme start off by saying that you’re a smart girl; don’t ever doubt that about yourself.”

“Thank you?” I responded, confused.

“Now, with that said, I’m gonna be honest and tell you this — you’re all book smarts, but you don’t know how to apply those yet.”

“Come again?”

“It’s extremely rare that I tell students this, but I advise you to take a gap year. Just don’t register for classes until next year. And in the meantime, try to…explore your talents a little bit more.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson. But I’m still not quite sure I understand. I’m doing very well in my classes as usual, and I’m pretty much almost done, just like you said on our last meeting.”

“Carolyn, grades aren’t the only things that employers look for.” It was at this sentence when my heart stopped, and it all started to dawn on me — I’ve hardly had a social life outside family and acquaintances. For most of my life at least, I’ve worked with people and laughed with my family, but that was all. And I pretty much never spent time in any clubs; neither in high school, nor college, except for that one year in poetry club in the former.

“I see,” I replied curtly.

“I’m sorry, Carolyn. It’s just…employers want experience. And right now, you don’t really have any.” There was then a long pause as I tried to find the next thing to say, only to falter each time. It wasn’t until my councilor continued that the silence was broken, though this time, in a softer tone.

“Look, this is something that’s easily taken care of. Like I said, take a gap year and use this time to find out where you might be able to apply your skills outside the classroom. And then, you can return to finish your education. Sound good?”

“Sounds…good,” I repeated back with an air of uncertainty.

“Good.” Without another word, he hanged up, and once again, just like back at graduation, I was left paralyzed in place, still holding onto the phone. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

About two days later, after the phone call, I finally decided that it was time to start making those changes.

“Hey, um, Mom?” I asked during breakfast.

“Yes, Carrie?” she said, her back turned to me as she washed the dishes.

“I was wondering; could we…go to the mall sometime on Saturday?”

“What?”

“Umm…” Startled and more nervous than I ever was before, I paused in my words again as I left them hanging in the same way that the little bit of over-easy egg held onto my fork.

“So. Carolyn wants to go to the mall?” said one smug voice. I jumped in my seat and quickly turned around, and in an instant, I knew who it was — my step-brother.

“It’s none escort bayan of your business, Dylan,” I snapped.

“Hey, now calm down there, Miss. I just overheard is all.” In spite of the faux innocence, the smugness was written all over Dylan, and it wasn’t just on his face; with messy blond hair from having just woken up, he was leaning against the railing at the bottom of the stairs that led to our bedrooms above us, his hips angled in that loose fashion; they were just as loose as those light-grey sweatpants he wore for pajamas, along with a white long-sleeve that accentuated his arm muscles; they looked strong enough to carry me bridal style before pou — oh what the hell am I thinking!

“So, you really wanna go to the mall,” Mom interjected, trying to change the subject. “This certainly sounds like a first from you.”

“And it won’t be the last.”

“Dylan, that’s enough,” Mom scolded. “Sure, I’ll take you, Carrie. What were you looking for in particular?”

“Clothes and makeup,” I said through gritted teeth, now more embarrassed than ever with Dylan still lingering behind me.

“That’s a surprise. But sure, I’ll take you to the mall on Satur –” Before Mom could finish her sentence, the phone rang, which she quickly answered.

“Hello? Oh, it’s you, Mr. Collins. How are you…you want me to work overtime on Saturday?”

Oh. Not this again.

“I see…well, I guess there’s nothing else that can be done,” Mom continued. “I’ll see you on Saturday then.” She then hanged up on the phone and turned to me, dejected in both her expression and posture. “I’m sorry, dear,” she sighed. “I won’t be able to take you to the mall on Saturday, what with work and all.”

“Oh,” was all I could muster as a response.

“Hey, maybe I can take her,” Dylan suggested.

“Hell no,” I protested.

“Heh. Another first from my step-sis.”

“Both of you, enough,” Mom said, her expression stern again. “And you, watch your language, young lady. Of all people, I expected better from you.”

“Sorry, Mom,” I mumbled sheepishly as I started to feel the shame in me sink in.

“Look,” Mom continued in a more optimistic manner. “I think this would be a good opportunity for the both of you to spend some quality time together. You two are always off in your own little worlds, and I think it’s time for those barriers to be broken.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Mom,” Dylan agreed.

Damn you, Dylan.

Saturday came around, and I woke up that morning with that usual sense of grudge, though it wasn’t from a lack of sleep this time. Once I was out of bed, I fixed up my sheets and took a quick glance at my bedroom — looking back, I didn’t exactly have the best tastes when I first arranged it all; it was a room with walls painted mossy green, with dark-wood trimmings on the top and bottom edges. To the right of my bed was my desk, where I did all my homework and such, and next to that was my bookshelf with all my books from my favorite authors — Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, Mary Shelley, etc. To the left of my bed was my dresser with my lamp on top of it, which was my only source of light, just as I liked it, and next to the lamp was my window, with the red curtains pulled over it. All in all, the only actual “girly” thing in my room was a poster of a local indie pop-rock band from my school that was taped to the wall in front of me; it was something of a guilty pleasure of mine, and not without its mortifying moments.

“I guess my councilor really was right after all,” I conceded. Promptly, I turned on my heel and proceeded to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, showered, and for the first time in my life, applied perfume to myself and styled my hair, keeping it loose; not tied in a bun like I always did. Before that fateful phone call with my councilor.

“Baby steps, Carolyn. Baby steps,” I mumbled to myself whilst struggling against the stubborn knots with my comb.

“Hey, uh, Carrie? You almost done there?” Dylan asked outside the bathroom door.

“Y-Yeah, I’m almost done,” I repeated back to him.

“Great. If you could just pick up the pace a little, that’d be great. You do know how packed the freeway gets in the morning, right?”

“Yes, I know, Dylan.” Finally, after spending a total of fifteen minutes putting myself through the Cinderella treatment, I was finished. I took one last glance at myself in the mirror before leaving — I was dressed in a pair of dark-grey leggings, with a white t-shirt to complement that; in addition, I wore my red flannel over this, but this time, I left the flannel unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up. The only familiar item of clothing I had on now was my old, slightly battered pair of denim Converse sneakers.

There. Step one of Project Princess, I thought. And with that, I went to my living room to grab my house keys, and left with Dylan.

The drive to the mall was taciturn and awkward for what felt like an eternity. Against my will, my eyes kept darting toward Dylan — the thing is, as much sincan bayan escort as I hated to admit it, he was…attractive, especially in this very moment. His arm muscles were even more noticeable, what with the black tank top he wore, and that one expression he always had whenever he drove — it was tense, focused, and it made me feel safe…safer than whenever I was with Mom, especially what with his fiery amber eyes fixated on the road ahead.

“So,” he said as he drove, his lips curving into a subtle grin. “You really wanna go to the mall and buy some clothes for once? Or are you meeting your secret Adderall dealer?”

“The former, Dylan,” I snarled.

“Oh, good. Along the way, I’d like to meet up with some of my friends at the food court, if you don’t mind.” Oh, how splendorous.

“Fine, Dylan. You’re the one at the wheel after all,” I droned.

“Yes, ma’am.”

When we arrived at the mall, we parked in the second floor of the parking lot beside it, and walked up to what could only be called a giant concrete box, with some large windows here and there. Once we were inside, we entered into a vast interior that almost left me stunned — there was a skylight in the center of the ceiling, where rays of sunshine from outside illuminated the numerous stores stacked on top of each other on each floor. In the center of the mall, just below the skylight, there was a water fountain, and surrounding that were the elevators to all four floors.

“Jeez, if only you could see yourself right, right now,” said Dylan, chuckling at me with that familiar asshole laugh I always hear from the jocks at school.

“Let’s just get this over with,” I sighed.

At the first store we visited, we picked up two new pairs of shoes — one for Dylan, and one for myself, with me picking a pair of wicker flat-heels for the summer. At the second store we went to, I picked out a new flannel for myself; a blue plaid one this time, along with a denim jacket and some boots for the fall. About a moment before we bought everything, we headed into the fitting room, and suffice to say, it was stuffy…and hot.

“Here, try these on,” said Dylan as he handed me a pair of jeans. As I stripped out of my leggings, I noticed Dylan out of the corner of my eye, his back turned to me whilst he stared at the mirror behind me with that typical look of hunger on his face that I see on all the other boys at the school assemblies whenever the cheerleading squad came to the stage. And once again, as much as I hated to admit it, it was…arousing, and for the first time in my life, I felt sexy. Then again, this is Dylan I’m talking about — my step-brother for crying out loud!

“Admiring the view?” I snapped.

“Appreciating my lovely step-sis,” Dylan retorted.

“Well, I appreciate your honesty.” After several more seconds spent on fiddling with the waistband adjuster and the button, I was in my new pair of jeans. Although appearing to be rather tight, they were actually quite snug, though with only one caveat, as I soon learned.

Dylan rose from the fitting room’s bench and placed one hand on my shoulder, while his other hand slid down to my buttocks, gently massaging it, and at every moment of his touch, I quivered in both discomfort and arousal. God, this is so sick.

“N-Not in here, Dylan,” I whispered.

“Ah, so you’re not necessarily resisting me; you just don’t like me doing this here.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. Ah!” Before I could further protest, he slid his hand down behind the waistband of my jeans, where it ended up touching my womanhood through my underwear.

“I’ve seen you looking at me, Carrie,” whispered Dylan against my ear. “I know you’re still a virgin, and I know how long you’ve wanted this, so why don’t you just stand right here and let me take care of you.”

“Dylan, no means…argh!” Dylan kept up his advances, and started massaging his hand faster against my labia through my underwear. Naturally, I only got wetter…and wetter, in spite of my protests. Ugh, this feels…good.

Right when I thought I was about to cum, Dylan suddenly stopped and looked behind him; in one corner of the ceiling, there was a surveillance camera, it’s red light flickering and such.

“Ugh, damnit,” he swore under his breath. “Your clothes, they fit you, right?”

“Yeah, they fit.”

“Good. I can’t wait to see what else’ll fit next.” Dylan’s face returned to its usual smugness. And then, there was that familiar smoldering feeling within me, though this time, it wasn’t in the form of anger. God. As if I couldn’t be more turned on.

Luckily for us, everything went without a hitch as Dylan paid for my clothes as a token of gratitude for my “obedience.”

“Anything for my step-sis,” he smirked.

Once we were at the food court, we took our seats next to a burger place. As usual, it was crowded, with lines of people scattered all over.

“You just wait there, Carrie. I’ll get our food,” said Dylan before turning on his heel elvankent escort bayanlar to get our lunch. And then, there I was, waiting at my seat.

Whilst waiting at my seat, I took out my phone and checked my reminders to make sure I wasn’t missing out on any assignments; after discovering that I was free for the day, I continued reading my e-book copy of The Hobbit, until a text notification popped up on my screen.

* Look up. *

My eyes darted up from my phone screen, and instantly, I knew who it was standing right in front of me.

“Jason,” I murmured under my breath.

“Hey, Carrie!” he said in excitement. “Long time, no see.”

“Hello, Jason,” I droned. Jason Miller was Dylan’s best friend, almost to the point of being something of a brother to him, and together, they’ve tormented me since childhood. Both of them have also had crushes on me since then, though with Jason, he was always more affectionate, planting kisses on my cheeks every time before leaving us to go back to his parents’ house or something. Not to mention, there was also that sickeningly sweet tone he regularly used on me. A year older than I was, he was lanky and pimply-faced, with brown eyes and auburn hair; today, in typical fashion, he sported a moth-eaten green t-shirt and a pair of grass-and-mud-stained jeans, with shoes battered to the point of being in desperate need of replacing.

“So, how’ve you been, Carolyn?”

“Fine,” I said, shrugging my shoulders in complete apathy.

“Oh, come on, Carolyn. At least act like you’re happy to see me.”

Right when I found myself about to snarl back, Dylan returned with a tray that had our lunch.

“Hey, Jason!” said Dylan in that same excited manner. “Long time, no see. How the hell have you been?”

“I’ve been good; last week was a bit busy for me over at my dad’s auto shop, but then I got a raise two days ago. See?” Jason then took out a wad of bills from his back pocket, with the cockiness and boyish excitement emanating from his posture and movements. “I’ve got beaucoup bucks, so I figured I’d come to the mall today, and now here I am, with you two.”

Ugh. You’d better not tell Jason why we’re here, I thought when I darted my eyes back at Dylan.

“That’s awesome, bro,” Dylan replied back. “Me and step-sis here were just picking some stuff up for her next semester.”

Don’t you go down that fucking road, Dylan!

“I can see that,” Jason continued, with his eyes darting towards our bags. “Clothes and stuff, huh? You getting into cross-dressing, Dylan?”

“S-School stuff, really,” I stuttered begrudgingly. “Apparently, my college has a new, unspoken rule on fashion sense. And I needed to update my wardrobe anyway.”

“Heh. You’ll be looking good in no time.”

“Oh, brother,” I muttered. To keep myself occupied and away from the toxic masculinity of my brother and his friend, I grabbed my fries from the tray started munching away at them in quiet apathy. Meanwhile, Dylan turned to Jason and continued.

“So, what about the other guys? Have you heard anything from them today? I haven’t had much luck calling them up lately.”

“Ahh, that’s the thing,” Jason replied. “The thing is, we’re kinda keeping it on the down-low at the moment; we’ve got something planned for tonight.” Something planned? This can’t be good.

Jason quieted his tone and spoke a little more closely to Dylan.

“Here’s the thing,” he whispered. “We’re having a little a get-together tonight; drinks and all. You interested?”

“Hell yeah, I am!” Dylan exclaimed. He then turned to me with a crooked smile on his face. “What about you, step-sis? Are you interested?”

I then took a swig from my soda and replied coolly, “I most certainly am not, thank you very much.”

“Why not?” Jason jeered.

“I don’t think I need to justify myself, Jason.”

“Come on, step-sis,” Dylan taunted. “Your councilor did say that you needed more…experience, if I remember correctly.”

“You eavesdropped on my phone call?” I asked through gritted teeth, my grip on my drink slowly tightening.

“Hey now,” Jason chimed in to calm the tension. “If you don’t wanna go, Carrie, then don’t. It’s okay to be a chicken.”

“Chicken?!” I exploded.

“I’m just saying –“

“Oh, I’m going. I’m going, alright,” I continued as I felt my face become red hot with anger and embarrassment. “I am anything but a chicken.”

“Right on, step-sis!” Dylan cheered. “I can’t wait to see how you’ll do tonight. You will not regret this.”

Oh, what’ve I done?

It was about eight at night once me and Dylan were back on the road again after we dropped off our merchandise in our respective bedrooms. At first, Mom protested, almost desperately in an effort to preserve my innocence.

“No, Dylan!” she protested. “Carrie still has her whole life ahead of her.”

“Oh, and I don’t?!” Dylan replied, insulted.

“That’s not what I’m sayi –“

“It’s okay, Mom,” I interrupted. “It’s only for a night, and my councilor told me that I needed to be more social in my life. This might well be the only opportunity in my life where I can finally spend time with people in something other than my studies.” There was then a momentary pause as Mom allows my words to sink in and make sense to her.

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It all started out as a normal Saturday night; I’d been for a few beers with my mates in the City Centre and was coming home on the last bus out of Dodge.

I was just saying ‘Goodbye’ to a woman from work who I’d sat next to when I got up and accidentally bumped into a girl who was exiting past me, bumping her boobs.

“Oops! Sorry!” I apologised; miming pushing them back into their holders, which got a laugh from those around us; “They nearly popped out there!” then stepped back, which allowed me a good look at her. “WOW!” I sort of laughed;

“Did I say that out loud?” Then laughed again as the girl coyly smiled at me.

She was with a friend; and both were those Punk-Goths; the booblicious one had jet black hair, thick black eyeliner, red lipstick and was wearing a white Basque/bodice that was a size too small and made her boobs overflow, tucked inside a floaty mini skirt, long socks that came above her knees and shiny black Doc Martens.

Her friend was a size or two slimmer, with dyed blonde hair that had a black streak down the centre; she too had dark eyeliner but purple lipstick and was wearing a sheer black nylon blouse that let the world see her sexy black bra which showcased a lovely pair of tits. She had one of this tiny Lycra mini-skirts that barely cover the arse cheeks; and fishnet hold-ups that had been torn a couple of times.

It was only a guess but I presumed they’d been to Juicy Lucy’s near the bus station, a dive bar that targeted a crowd of odd-bods with bands and Rock Discos; whereas I went to the cooler bars like Keegan’s and The Number 9.

I threw my arms into the air and apologised again, and she just raised her eyebrows and smiled impishly.

Once off the bus I realised I need to piss; six pints and a half hour bus journey does that to a man.

About 100 yards away was a shortcut to the housing estate I shared a flat with a mate. The shortcut was a dark alley behind a derelict printers and the wall to a big house. The building had a small backyard that had two steps leading down to a boarded up Fire Exit; and was a bit discrete for someone with my current needs.

My problem was the booby girl and her friend were heading in that direction too; so I held back; to let them get so far ahead I could nip in and ‘syphon the python’ in seclusion.

The girls, who were linking arms looked back at me a couple of times, then giggled conspiratorially, which was flattering and a little unnerving.

In fairness, and perhaps it was my beer goggles, but they looked kinda sexy from this distance.

Once they entered the alley I counted backwards from 10 before I too turned left; my bladder nearly over flowing at this stage.

What greeted me was the last thing I’d ever have imagined.

The girls were already in the yard, skirts up around their waist, and the blonde was squatting with her knickers around her ankles, and the booby one bent at 90 degrees pissing in an arc like a pit-pony

“Fucking Hell!” I laughed out loud, “Can anyone join the party?”

“Eeeeh!” The girl I’d bumped into cried out in mock-shock, “Don’t look!”

Then theatrically waved her hand behind her, hardly obscuring my view of her lovely milky white arse at all.

The other girl just remained squatting; but looked back over her shoulder, and wheezed ‘Tee Hee Hee.’

It was far too late anyway; so I got my cock out as quickly as possible; spilling a few drops of piss on my jeans as I dropped them to my knees; then noisily splashed against the wall; careful not to get any on my new suede trainers; but enough so they could see it in all its glory.

The slimmer girl with blonde hair niftly shook her tush to dry her pussy then slowly stood up pulling her thong up at the same time; tweaking them slowly into place; but with her skirt still around her waist.

“It’s hardly going to be worth pulling them up, is it?” I told her as I waved my cock a bit and the piss went higher up the wall.

“Why’s that?” She anxiously asked.

“It’ll give me something to look at when I have a wank.”

She pursed her lips as if considering my romantic request.

The other girl had finished now pissing, but remained with her arse in the air and looking over her shoulder laughing.

“You ankara moldovyalı escortlar dirty perv!”

“You’d better believe it!” I replied as I shook the last drops of piss off my cock, then started tugging some extra blood into it.

“Jesus Wept!” The girl with the blonde and black hair gasped as I moved into a little shaft of street light, “Have you seen it Ash? It’s fucking huge!”

She wasn’t wrong. I’ve been blessed with what we call ‘a shower’… about six inches on ‘slack’ and gets another inch and a bit when it’s excited… which is often.

“Shit the bed!” Ashleigh who had now stood up puffed. She still had not fastened the flaps on the nylon ‘bodice’, leaving them dangling, chuckled; “it’s like a fucking baby’s arm.”

“Seriously,” I joked, “If you flash your gashes again; I’ll let you watch me have a wank.”

“Fuck off!” The chunky girl with black hair grinned; “you’ve already seen them.”

“Alright then; how about your tits then?” I held my hand out and grabbed a handful of what was overflowing from her sexy bodice.

“Ya cheeky sod!” She giggled; but did nothing to stop me.

“Come on.” I continued shaking her big wobbly tit, then flicked a strap down to her elbow, when she didn’t stop me; I flicked the second strap down too. Giggling and still not doing anything to stop me; she turned to her friend; “Should we?”

Before she answered I pulled a cup down and a big old titty flopped out.

“Hey!” Ashleigh gasped then giggled dirtily.

I quickly popped the other tit out, then moved in to suckle her lovely pink nipples making her sigh. As I licked and sucked Ashleigh’s massive mammaries the other girl was lifting her black nylon, see-through blouse and unfastening her uplift bra; which she neatly flipped up to expose her own perky tits.

Perky they most definitely were too, (probably a B cup); much smaller than the floppers I was currently squeezing (DD’s or even E’s?), kissing and licking; but looked much firmer as her nipples were still pointing towards the sky; which was something I hadn’t seen since I was at school; and I’m still only 26 now.

Without a word I stopped wanking for a minute and reached across with my left hand and gave them each a squeeze just to confirm they really did feel made of rubber, then rolled an erect nipple between my finger and thumb, which made her bite her lip.

Still playing with her gorgeous tits I moved my head up; hesitated than began kissing Ashleigh; who instantly reacted by forcing her tongue into my mouth.

GAME ON!

My right hand was already caressing Ash’s arse above her skirt; but as she got carried away kissing me hardly noticed as I slowly lifted it up until I could feel flesh; and there was plenty of it as I squeezed and groped her rear. The girl threw her arms around my neck was now mashing her tits against me as our kiss became ever more passionate; so when I felt some fingers delicately stroking my cock I was confused. I knew where my hands were and I knew were Ash’s hands were; ; who could it be? So breaking off the kiss and looked down.

“Mmmmmmm.” I purred when I saw the other girl, still holding her shirt and bra up to display her tits with one hand, nervously and tentatively running her other fingers along my re-expanding shaft.

“Like this.” I whispered, as I covered her hand with mine and wrapped her fingers around the girth, then gave it a few hearty tugs. “Got it?”

She smiled and nodded, as I moved over to suck on her tits again.

“Fucking Hell Bryony!” The larger girl cackled; “are you wanking him off?”

Bryony grinned as she wanked faster and with a feather-light grip; occasionally brushing my sensitive knob when she pulled the foreskin back.

“You dirty mare!” Ashleigh laughed out loud.

Now with a gap between us, I retuned to sucking Ash’s wobblers and sneakily moved my right hand round to her front were I now ran my fingers through her luxurious pubes.

“Hey mister!!” She gasped as I forcefully pushed my hand between her legs and slid my middle finger into her hot slit.

After a quick kiss of each stiff nipple I went back to kissing and fingering her while her slim friend wanked me… what’s not sincan ukraynalı escortlar to like?

Even though my cock was now nice and hard I didn’t feel in danger of cumming an time soon; beer can do that to me… it’s either a hair trigger or ‘fuck all night.’

That said, I was as turned on as both girls obviously were; especially when Bry’ reached under and began squeezing and scratching my ball sack while still delicately wanking me.

I looked down again to see her on her haunches staring at my cock while she masturbated me;

“While you’re down there,” I suggested; “you might as well suck it.”

Bryony looked up with a mischievous twinkle in her eye; grinned then did just that; kissing the exposed bell end first, then going for it… gurgling as she sucked furiously and squeezed my balls even tighter!

“You dirty cunt Bryneeeeeeee!” Ashleigh gasped and giggled; “the fucker won’t even suck her boyfriend’s cock; now look at her!”

We were now all squashed in the litter strewn corner, with me twisting around as I stuffed two fingers up Ashleigh’s hot twat while we both watched her young friend enthusiastically sucking on my cock.

“Look at the little fucker… you’d think she did that every fucking night!” Ashleigh sounded stunned as Bryony bobbed her head back and forth while swirling her tongue around my cock-head.

“Do you want a go next?” I laughed.

“Fuck yes!” and in the blink of an eye Ashleigh unceremoniously pushed her friend in the shoulder; almosy tipping her over then nearly breaking my wrist in her haste to get my cock in her mouth.

“Let me in… I’ll show you how to suck a fucking cock!”

She wasn’t wrong either; straight away I knew it was going to be a real dirty and sloppy blow job; lots of saliva and she did this weird thing by ‘humming’ when sucking my knob which made me flinch at first; then she’d run her tongue all over the length and girth then ‘hum’ again.

I looked over to see Bryony had lifted her blouse and bra up again and was now sneakily stroking her pussy through her knickers.

“Come around this side.” I calmly told her; and she shuffled past her friend and squeezed in next to the wall.

With my cock taken care of, I held Ash’s head in place with one hand and pushed the other behind Bryony so I could play with her precious arse, which made her cutely giggle ‘Tee Hee Hee’ again, as I dug my fingers in and began kissing her.

Perhaps a little less experienced Bryony let me do all the work, tongue wise, which was fun.

“Pull your knickers down” I whispered, which made her giggle ‘Tee Hee Hee’ again then wriggle her thong down to her knees.

“Fucking Hell! I panted, seeing her pubes were neatly trimmed into the shape of a pom-pom and the rest as smooth as a baby’s bottom!

Without me asking she automatically spread her legs; and I immediately slid my hand straight between them to get a good feel of her honeypot.

‘Honeypot’ was a great word for what I found; I’ve never felt a fanny like it. Her labia were puffed up to bursting point and her cunt juice was thick and sticky and literally dripping out of her.

“Fucking Hell! You’re wet… did sucking my cock turn you on?”

Bryony nodded, grinned and Tee Hee Hee’d again.

“Take them off all together, so I can get right in!”

Seconds later she had her knickers in her hand. I took them from her gave the sticky crotch a sniff and stuffed them inside my jeans “That’ll do nicely for my morning wank!”

Bryony looked a little puzzled then smiled; “Dirty sod.”

“Spread your legs.” I chuckled as Ashleigh was trying to stuff as much of my cock as humanly possible into her mouth; and I helped by pulling her head onto it.

Bryony’s cunt really was soaking wet and my middle finger finger went straight up to the hilt with ease, which made her gasp then sigh.

On any other night this blow job would have had me shaking at the knees; but fingering the pretty Bryony at the same time meant I had to concentrate like when you patted your head and rubbed your belly at the same time.

That said; on impulse I was now thrusting my cock into Ashleigh’s mouth so hard she had to hold on to my hips so as not to fall over. elvankent minyon tipli escortlar While we did this Bryony had instinctively moved to her left which gave me a better angle to finger her; and was now panting like a marathon runner, and occasionally wincing… which I realised was when her clit rubbed against my rough palm, which she was grinding against.

Being the gentleman I am, I managed to get a second finger into her sopping wet cunt and pressed my palm firmly against her ‘love button’ which set her off grinding ever harder and faster; and tugging on her erect nipples.

“Fuck… yeh… oh fuck… oh yeh!” She was panting like a mantra in her quest to cum as I wiggled my fingers inside her quim.

It soon got too much for her and with a high pitched squeal she had a trembling orgasm; and a river of cum juice covered my hand as she shook like a shitting dog.

“What the fuck was that?” A shocked Ash asked.

“Your friends just cum.” I grinned as I rubbed my wet dick across her face.

“Lucky cunt… did you do that for here?”

“Sort of, but mostly her.”

As Ashleigh stood up her titties wobbled like jellies, and she delicately pushed her hand between her legs and had a good scratch and what looked like re-arranging her flaps… classy chick that she was.

I had a decision to make and make it quickly; my balls were aching and I needed to fuck one of them; but wanted both… Bryony was still in the afterglow of her orgasm and her legs were still about 18 inches apart… maybe it was the drink, but I thought I could probably manage a quickie with her and finish off in the other one.

It worked!

With no finesse or romantic inclinations I pushed my hand under her left leg and lifted it up, then tried to nudge my cock into her tight twat; but couldn’t… it got close; but never the bullseye… “Let me do it.” She slurred, as she grabbed the base, rubbed my bell-end along the slit then… whoosh up it went; like a rat up a drainpipe.

“Oh fuck… oh yeh… oh fuck!” She panted her mantra again as I battered her cervix. Did I have the willpower to pull out… God it was tempting not to as her cunt was as tight as my cock had ever been in before; but tonight was a once in a lifetime opportunity; so with some reluctance I did pull out, leaving her with her mouth gaping open.

“Get over the wall.!” I grunted to her friend, knowing I couldn’t possibly last much longer; “bend over the fucking wall; I’ll do you doggy!”

“You silver tongued cunt!” Ashleigh grinned; but was bent over, arse in the air and legs apart in a flash. She was much easier to get into… I presumed this wasn’t her first alfresco shag as I grabbed her hips and went at her like a Jack Russell and his bitch.

Thirty seconds… certainly no more than a minute and I felt that tingle in my balls and my legs visibly stiffened… “Uh… UH… UH… FUCK… FUCK… UHHHHHHHHHH!” Three more thrusts and I filled her young cunt to the brim; and when I finally pulled out her cunt glistened in the moonlight as my spunk oozed out of her stretched hole.

With one hand on Ashleigh’s back to steady myself, I turned to see Bryony rubbing her clit again;

“You close?” I grinned.

She shook her head negatively.

“Just having fun?”

She nodded and smiled.

“Want to give it another suck? Taste my spunk?”

She smiled and grinned as I guided her to the small wall which she sat on, legs still apart and her bald cunt shining, as I proffered my wilting and spunk covered cock, which she greedily devoured, licking the pulsating knob which was still oozing cum, then sexily licking the rest off like an ice cream; even mumbling “num num num.” as she swallowed.

“Fucking Hell Bryneeeee!” Ash cackled, “What the fuck’s got into you tonight? You’ve turned into a fucking nympho!”

Salaciously licking her sticky fingers Bry turned to her friend; “What? Like you?”

Then both girls giggled and rubbed their foreheads together.

The next few minutes were a bit awkward as we got dressed; but isn’t it always on a first date. Ash awkwardly struggled to fasten the press studs between her legs on the bodice, so grunted “Fuck it! I’ll go commando… you are…he’s pinched your knickers anyway.”

Which merited a grin between Bryony and I, as she knew what I planned to do with them in the morning.

The walk to the Estate was a quiet; with the girls occasionally bumping into each other then giggling… had it been planned? Was it just a spur of the moment thing? I guess I’ll never know… or would I?

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The party was going along fine without us, it turns out, as Maé and I reentered my apartment through the kitchen entrance. A quick glance into the living room: all enchanted with another of Torri’s stories about a recent date. Maé pulled me back into the entrance, out of sight of the others, and held me close, his hands on my chest. I put my arms around him, let them slide down his thin back, felt the curve of his butt under the fabric of his dress.

“Can I really stay the night?” he asked.

“Of course. That is, if we outlast the party.”

He gave me a quick kiss and spun away from me so quickly that his dress flared a bit, and grabbed us two new glasses, filled them with champagne, and left one for me after picking the other up. He turned his back to the living room, my guests still lost in Torri’s spell, and took a sip while letting his other hand trace a line down my chest to my crotch, drawing little circles there. Then he took his phone from where he had left it before our side quest, spun away again, and left the kitchen. I watched him pick his way to the end of the couch, where he plopped on the floor in front of it, drawing his feet under him. He seamlessly merged into their conversational traffic, and while I did a little cleaning up, saw him pull out his phone and catch my eye. He flashed his eyes down to the phone and up again, and I got the message. I pulled out my own phone and left it on the counter while I tried to continue my straightening, which doubled as a cover for my having to let my erection loosen a bit.

My phone buzzed.

Maé:

Everyone is drunk

I’m going to stay sitting right here like this in case you make me hard again

I looked up at him, but he was deliberately not making eye contact. Much bolder on the phone than in person. My erection bounced back. I went into the bathroom, right off the kitchen, and sent him a dick pic.

MORE

I sent another.

I’M GETTING HARD MORE

I sent another.

SEE IF YOU CAN GET TORRI TO SEND PIX OF HER TITS

I had only a moment to wonder what he meant by that, because I was startled out of my reverie by a knock on the door; I nearly dropped my phone into the toilet.

“Just a moment,” I said, and flushed, repositioned my hard-on down a pant leg, which was already softening from this scare, and then ran the taps for a moment, gauging how long someone would have the taps running for while washing their hands, realizing all too late I could have just washed my hands for real, and then opened the door.

“Hello, stranger!” Torri said. She was a vision, tall, bouncy in all the right places, her hair locked into place with a messy bun. It took all my will power to keep locked on her eyes as her breasts beat against the inside of a thin tee-shirt, her thick smooth legs bared by cut-off jean shorts. She worked at said bun, a hairpin held in her mouth. She wasn’t drunk; but she was in an exceptionally flamboyant mood.

“Hi!”

“Great party, buddy,” she said, as we switched spots with each other. She was still working her hair as she swung her hip to close the door behind her.

I stepped out into the kitchen for a direct line-of-sight with Maé, and gave him a playfully scolding look. He looked away, pressing his lips to contain her laughter.

“Anyone need a refresh?” I said aloud, and the party cheered.

I played the host and went etimesgut evi olan escortlar around filling glasses. They’d had enough that no one had seemed to notice that Maé and I had gone off together for our episode. I poured Maé’s glass last, and he smiled up at me coyly, taking a glance down at my crotch as I leaned over him to administer champagne. He put his hand on my calf surreptitiously. “Thank you,” he said. I nodded, and reciprocated his glance by giving my own to his crotch, where he had placed his hands, suddenly turning pink.

Back in the kitchen to drop off the bottle, Torri came out of the bathroom, and boinged into me as we walked back to the living room, ironically leading Jean to ask aloud why we had spent so much time in the kitchen together.

I looked at Maé, sipping at his drink, smiling, arching an eyebrow.

“That’s right,” Torri said, squishing her body right up to mine, wrapping her arms around me. “We just got married. In the kitchen. Give us a kiss, dear.” I pecked her on the lips, and she gave a melodramatic swoon. “Where’s my drink?” She said, after seeing everyone refilled.

“Let me get if for you, dear,” I said, and she squeezed against me harder. I felt her tits glob against my chest.

“I won’t hear of it,” she said. “We haven’t seen you all night. Sit, sit, I’ll get it.”

“Sit over here,” Maé said, “By me.” He patted the sofa cushion right behind him and I stepped through my guests and plopped down.

It was a nice party. Everyone was at a very friendly stage, talking amiably, not too drunk, leaning back, getting cozy, feet up, lovingly buzzed. Lots of laughter.

For the first few minutes, Maé was sitting a bit forward, between my knees. Then, during a break in conversation for one of Torri’s punchlines, the laughter allowed Maé to lean back against the front of the couch, his fine shoulders between my knees. I casually traced the width of them with my fingers, the sort-of innocent lazing about that comes with friends at this stage of a party. After a bit, he shifted positions, drawing his knees up to his chest, arranging his dress, and he brought his elbows up and rested them on my thighs as armrests.

A little time passed: and a break in the conversation, the first in an hour, found Jean declaring it was time for him to go.

He ended up taking three others with him, leaving only Stevie and Torri. Maé turned slightly so that his back was against the inside of my left thigh. Soon enough, Stevie groaned about agreeing to help a friend move, and stood while coordinating her own exit with her Uber app. “Wanna split?” She said to Torri, who was now sitting on the floor opposite Maé and I.

“No, I’m still game for another drink?” Torri said, eyebrows raised at me for permission.

“I’ll get the bottle,” I said, smiling, and stood to see Stevie out.

“I only have some red left,” I said, returning from the kitchen, and saw that Torri had stretched herself out along the floor, resting her head on the inside of Maé’s thigh. I first looked for an erection from Maé (not the easiest position to hide one in) but his hand was casually resting over his crotch. He gave me a quick flash of a smile. I refilled glasses.

“You’re so beautiful,” Torri said, raising a hand to boop Maé’s chin.

“So are you,” Maé said, and I returned to my previous location, legs straddling Maé, who repositioned himself against the inside of my left thigh. He then ankara olgun escortlar rested his right arm on my right thigh, casually, and began to trace a finger along the inside of it.

Torri closed her eyes and Maé continued to stroke her hair, and there were a few moments of silence, save for Torri’s purring and music playing lightly in the background. Maé’s right hand went along the inside of my thigh and found my erection. He squeezed it.

Torri’s eyes opened back up, Maé’s hand relaxed from me, and Torri’s hand went back up and traced Maé’s chin, down her neck. “Can I kiss you?” she asked.

“Of course,” Maé said, and Torri sat up, looked at me.

“Is that okay?” Torri asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” I said.

Torri held my eyes for a moment, raised an eyebrow devilishly, and then reached out and playfully grabbed at my erection. I yelped a laugh, which made Maé giggle as well. “You’ve only been eyeing each other since the beginning of the party.” She turned to Maé. “Uuunnnfff. You’re just too beautiful. And sweet. And you have an incredible body. I want to kiss you.”

Maé leaned forward and they kissed. Torri positioned herself so she could take Maé’s face into her hands, and they kissed so delicately, so tenderly. The light sounds of lips smacking together. Then Torri started to nuzzle and kiss along Maé’s neck, and then back up for more against her lips. Maé held Torri’s face as well, and then moved his hands down to trace Torri’s shoulders, arms. Torri scooted her butt closer to Maé, and they embraced tighter. Torri’s tongue flashed out, now, and I could hear her breathing turn up. Torri moved her kisses up and down Maé’s neck again, then down to his shoulders, adding a few playful bites that made Maé gasp and giggle.

Torri then pulled down the straps of Maé’s dress, one by one, while looking Maé in the eyes, and then kissed his tiny little breasts.

Maé’s head fell back into my lap, biting his lower lip, moaning. He looked up at me and smiled: I leaned down to kiss him, and he raised his arms up and back so that he could touch my shoulders.

Torri’s messy bun overcame her hairpins, and she sat up to try and repackage it, those breasts beating against each other with the tiniest movement.

“I kinda want to blow you,” Torri said, hairpin in her mouth, and Maé let out a little yelp of excitement. He repositioned himself between my knees and, drawing his own knees up to his chest, spread his legs apart, slowly pulling his dress back to reveal his perfect little cock. Torri leaned towards him, and pulled the entire dress up and over his head, then tossed it on the couch next to me. She fanned her hands out over Maé’s entire body, against his breasts, his shoulders, down his torso, along his legs, and then back and forth along the inside of his thighs. She narrated her movements: “You have such a beautiful body, Maé. You’re so beautiful. God, these tits. These fucking tits. Mmmm. I’m gonna make you cum, I want to make you cum.”

Maé’s shaved little cock wagged at every move Torri made, at every word, and finally Torri moved between his thighs, taking him in. Maé gasped and sent her head straight back into my lap again, eyes wide open, expelling an “Ohhhh fuck” and then saw me and raised a hand to my face. I leaned over and kissed him again, and he took my hands and brought them down to his pert little breasts. I lightly twisted them to their full length, his areoles tightening.

“This elvankent sarışın escortlar cock is sooo perfect,” Torri said, and then pulled back. “Here,” she said, and stood up, pulling Maé up with her. Torri directed Maé to sit in my lap, to spread his legs overtop my thighs, leaning back against me. “You mind?” Torri said to me, as Maé leaned back against me.

“Not at all,” I said. Torri then got down on the floor again, and continued to suck Maé off, a sloppy, slippery affair. I slid my hands up and down Maé’s body, squeezing his breasts in my hands, smoothing along her flat stomach. He leaned his head back against my shoulder, and I kissed his neck.

Torri then sat back, and pulled off her own shirt. Maé and I both stared in wonder: Torri’s unearthly, supernatural natural tits fell out of the thin teeshirt like two waterbeds. Torri was 38 and they had begun to lose their fight against gravity, so they hung a notch or two below where they would have been 20 years ago, but they were flawless, browned, her nipples fat. The slightest movement set them clattering against each other like children shoving each other on the playground.

“They’re just tits, you morons,” she said, commenting on our dropped jaws. She walked on her knees between Maé and I’s legs, and set them on Maé’s thighs. She then reached up with both hands, held Maé’s face, and kissed him.

I shifted myself in the chair to try and accommodate my own erection, and Torri raised herself from Maé to take my own face in her hands and kiss me as well, swishing her tongue against mine. Maé took a hold of those gobs of tits and squeezed them together and squeezed them apart, and rolled those nipples in her fingers. Torri returned to Maé, kissing, and then held one of her tits in her own hand and used it to stroke the underside of Maé’s dick.

“How’s that feel?” Torri asked, and Maé replied with a moan.

Torri dropped a line of spit from her mouth and it landed on Maé’s cock and she continued to stroke the underside of it, like Maé’s cock was a glass slipper on a pillow.

Maé took several long breaths and then exclaimed she was going to cum, and soon enough sprang several lines of semen along Torri’s right boob, causing Torri to laugh devilishly. She stood and held the tit up in her hand, then bent over towards me, offering it to me, and said, “Clean it off.” I did, and as I licked it Maé took Torri’s other boob in his own hands and suckled it at the nipple. Torri moaned in encouragement.

When I finished, Torri stood and squeezed her tits together and let them boing back down to their natural position. Then she undid the button of her jean shorts, unzipped them, and pulled them down, revealing a black g-string that didn’t last long: she rolled that down her legs as well, standing before us as the toned, fit, bronzed, giant-tittied specimen of woman that she was. Her thighs were strong, thick. Her stomach was flat, perfect, save for the indentations from her tight shorts and g-string. She reached out to us, and we each took one of her hands, and she brought it to her, and guided us to her clean-shaven pussy.

“I’m wet, and I’m fucking ready,” she said, and my fingers drew the wetness from her, slick. My fingers stumbled into Maé’s down there, and we stroked Torri’s clit. After a few moments, she playfully slapped our hands away and walked towards my bedroom, turning as she made it to the doorway, and looked at us. We both stood, and Maé looked at me.

“Why are you dressed?” he asked me, and then shared a smile with Torri. Maé then helped pull my shirt off, and then undid my pants, pulled them off, pulled off my underwear, gave a playful stroke to my cock, then walked to Torri. They embraced; they kissed. They looked at me, and I followed them into my bedroom.

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This is my first time writing this sort of story, hopefully you like it. Any feedback in the comments is very much appreciated.

Me and my girlfriend had been together for a number of years. I suppose you could call us ‘childhood sweethearts’ but now in our mid 20s, life was starting to come at us fast with family expecting us to settle down and start a family. At the moment though, that didn’t seem to be something we were ready for. Due to COVID, we’d spent a lot of time apart and whenever we did manage to get some time together, the sex was great. We never used protection, and always relied on my pull out game being strong. We’d only ever been with each other so there was no concerns on that front about any nasty infections.

Hannah was perfect to me. I was around 6ft 3 and would class myself as quite stocky. I would say my cock would fall into the category of average, somewhere between 6 or 7 inches when hard. Hannah on the other hand was gorgeous. She was petite, long black hair, perfectly sized small tits and an ass to die for. I tried many times to get myself in that ass but she was having none of it.

We mainly spent a lot of time apart due to COVID, my girlfriend Hannah was classed as vulnerable due to asthma and therefore shielded throughout the majority of the lockdown. We both worked for the same organisation but I was still required to work on site so rather than risk bringing COVID home, I moved back in with my parents.

As I mentioned earlier, we had no problem with our sex life. It was the kind of relationship you always dreamt of. Coming home from work to your girlfriend dressed in sexy lingerie and she would immediately drop to her knees and suck my cock till it exploded in her mouth. She would then stay dressed in the lingerie for the rest of the evening before I got horny again and I would fuck her all over the house, making her cum numerous times before exploding again myself. Although I can’t claim to make her orgasm every time, I did my best each time.

I don’t know whether all guys do this, but I always used to fantasise about watching Hannah with another man. Watching her face as another man ploughed her from behind whilst she was resting in between my legs. I would never voice that opinion to her though, just in case she thought I was weird. I was the only person she’d ever had sex with, and I knew she could experience bigger and better cocks if she wanted to and I was okay with that.

Although I said I would never bring it up, one day I was just far to horny and it came out whilst she was sucking me off. We had this thing going during the lockdown where I would do my best not to jack myself off and save myself for when I would finally get sometime with Hannah. This time we were approaching 3 weeks since I’d last came and fuck me was I horny. She was very good at torturing me, she knew that any sort of prolonged stimulation and I would blow my load.

So she used to take her time, she’d massage my body, and then would work my cock over time. This time though, she was making it last longer than ever. Whenever I reached for my cock, she would slap my hand away. Eventually she began to slowly work my cock, using her tongue just to gently lick up and down my shaft and gently working the head. I’ve got the perfect view of her ass pointing directly in the air which was made to look even better with the cheekies that she was wearing. Every time I think I’m about to cum, she stops and starts to tease me again and that’s when I said it.

I reached over and grabbed a handful of her ass and said, ‘Fuck, I bet you wish you were getting fucked as well right now, don’t you?’

She stopped teasing me and slowly began to stroke my cock whilst she was looking up at me, ‘is that something you think I want? Or something you want to see?’

After she said that, I felt the warmth of her mouth surrounding my cock and within a matter of seconds I quickly began to cum. Spurt after spurt filled Hannah’s mouth and then my chest and torso as I came more than I ever had before. Afterwards, we didn’t discuss what I said until later that night when we were getting ready for bed.

‘You didn’t answer my question earlier?’ Hannah said as I was getting into bed.

‘What question?’ I replied.

‘The one about me being fucked by someone else.’

I started to blush, ‘I can’t lie and say I’ve never thought about it. But yeah, I imagine it would be very hot to watch. Have you ever thought about it?’

‘I hadn’t until now,’ she said. ‘But when you said it, I was incredibly turned on. Maybe it’s something to consider? But it would have to be someone be both trust.’

I agreed and we eventually turned over to sleep.

A couple of months had gone by and thankfully the world was beginning to return to normal. Since the night where I admitted I’d like to see another man fuck Hannah, we hadn’t discussed it. Bars and restaurants were reopening and people were able to go about their daily lives without worrying about a mask as restrictions etimesgut dansöz escortlar had been lifted. It also meant that people were returning to the office more, which meant seeing people who I hadn’t seen for a long time.

One of my closest friends at work was Claire. She was an attractive woman who was just a year older than me. She had long blonde hair, and had small tits and a small ass. Claire had also recently got the tattoo bug and now had 4 in total. All within the space of a year. You could clearly tell she looked after her health and her body and I knew she did from the countless times she told me I should take up yoga.

We’d worked together from years, both starting at a similar time and were thrown together on numerous shifts which was why we were so close. We’d often get together outside of work when we could pre COVID, and we’d often bring our partners which meant I’d met a couple of Claire’s boyfriends but she’d recently split up with Adam and was now back on internet dating. I’d never looked at Claire as anything more than a friend and she got on really well with Hannah which was amazing as it didn’t feel like I was hiding anything.

Me and Claire were having a good catch up over lunch one day. She was filling me on all the failed dates she’d had through Tinder and the amount of random dick pics she’d been sent. I was starting to feel bad for Claire, she deserved much better than a Tinder date gone wrong. Me and Hannah were always hoping she would find someone she could settle down with. Towards the end of lunch she was showing me some photos of her cats (she was cat crazy) and showing me things she’d been up to over summer and at the end there was a photo of a dog.

‘Oh my god! This is my new friend, Spike!’ She seemed really excited to tell me about this dog.

I was a dog person so I was quite excited that I would have a dog to steal for walks. ‘Shit, when did you get a dog?’

‘I haven’t’, she said with a twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her face. ‘He belongs to Ben…. a guy I’ve been seeing.’

‘That’s amazing! I’m so pleased for you! Tinder really worked out for you.’ I said laughing.

‘Well it didn’t actually.’

‘Oh, so go on then, tell me about it?’

‘Well I was actually at a wedding last month for a family member but a lot of my old school friends were there and I eventually got chatting to the best man…’ This made me laugh even more, nothing like a typical hooking up with the best man story.

Claire slapped my arm when I laughed. ‘It’s not like that at all… he was actually friends with someone I went to school with and I knew of him from the same friendship group. After the wedding we got chatting and we’ve been seeing each other for over a month.’

‘That’s great’, I said. ‘I’m so pleased for you.’

‘Thank you, I’m really happy! He has his own place which makes things easier. Good job and really seems to have his life in order.’

‘He sounds like a really nice guy Claire!’

‘Well I’m glad you’ve said that, normally I would invite him to the next work gathering but I don’t think those are happening at the minute due to the obvious reasons. And I don’t really fancy a massive gathering, so I was wondering if you and Hannah fancied meeting up one night? We could go bowling or something daft and get some food.’

‘Sounds great, text me tonight when you guys are free and I’ll make arrangements with Hannah when I get in tonight. We don’t have anything planned coming up so we’re free whenever.’

Afterwards we went back to work and the rest of the afternoon passed slowly. After leaving work I went straight to Hannah’s to tell her about the plans with Claire and her new boyfriend. Hannah was a designer for the same organisation and tended to work really weird hours as it depended on when she felt creative so when I got home she was still working.

She was working on some artwork when I got to our upstairs office. I immediately began to give her a shoulder massage, she instantly let go of her keyboard and mouse and sank into her chair whilst I worked her shoulders over and over. After a while I worked my way down to her tits, gently massaging them through the thin spaghetti strap top that she was wearing. Working from home also meant she didn’t wear a bra and I could immediately see her nipples start to poke through the fabric of her top.

Looking down, I could see that she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip as she started to use her arms to caress mine. After feeling like I’d teased her enough, I slowly guided her to her feet and slowly bent her over so she was face down on her desk. I peeled her leggings down, revealing a tiny thong that provided zero coverage for her ass and just about covered her pussy and I could already see that she was wet.

I pulled her leggings down to her ankles so she could step out of them. I then spread her legs slightly and pulled the string of her thong out from between her cheeks. I immediately elvankent saatlik veren escortlar buried my head in between her cheeks and began my assault on her pussy using her tongue. Hannah began moaning instantly and she was already soaking wet, plus I loved how good her fucking pussy tasted.

‘Oh my god… that feels fucking amazing…. don’t fucking stop.’ She said in between moans.

‘Yes….. fuck yes…. I fucking love you….’ I didn’t come up for air and continued to work her pussy until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

As I lapped away at her pussy. I began unbuckling my own pants and quickly freed my cock from within my briefs. I quickly rose and stood behind her, spit on my cock and lined it up with the entrance to her pussy. As I began to push gently into her pussy, I grabbed hold of her by the waist as I eventually bottomed out inside her. Hannah let out a long moan as I held my cock inside her.

I started with slow gentle thrusts as her pussy stretched to accommodate my cock. Then I began to quicken the pace. As I started to fuck her quicker, Hannah’s moans came quicker and louder.

‘Oh yes…. fuck me…. yes…. please don’t stop…. your going to make me fucking cum you bastard.’

She reached down between her legs and began to furiously rub her clit as she neared the brink of orgasm. Her breathing became more rapid so I started to fuck harder and quicker. Hannah just kept moaning, and she kept getting louder.

‘FUCKKKKK…….. I’M CUMMING…… I’M FUCKING CUMMING’

Her pussy tightened around my cock as she came. Her body started convulsing and she struggled to keep herself upright. I pulled my cock out of her pussy because I felt like I was close to cumming myself and her pussy gripping my cock wasn’t helping. I held her round the waist until she gathered herself and turned to face me and embraced me in a long kiss.

‘Holy shit,’ she said. ‘That was fucking intense.’

She pushed me into the chair that we had in the corner of the office and sat herself on top of me. She quickly found my cock and reinserted it into her warm, wet pussy. It felt incredible and I didn’t want it to end. Hannah quickly got into a rhythm that was fast as she bounced on my cock. I could already feel my own orgasm building and it was only quickened when Hannah started to kiss my neck. She knew this was my weakness and with her bouncing on my cock, she brought me to orgasm quicker than I would’ve liked.

‘Fuck…fuck…fuck….fuck… I’m gonna cum…. get off quick…’ It was fast approaching and Hannah jumped off me before any accidents happened. After jumping off my cock, she dropped to her knees and started jacking me off causing me to blow my load all over my own t-shirt and chest. She went and grabbed me some tissue to clean myself up before I jumped in the shower and let her finish work.

Once I’d cleaned myself up, I went back into the office where Hannah was still working away but hadn’t bothered to put her leggings back on.

‘So Claire has a new boyfriend.’ I started the conversation.

‘Oh my god that’s amazing.’

‘Yeah, she seems really happy.’

‘I bet she is! She really deserves it.’

‘Yeah, she’s asked if we would like to meet up one night to meet him.’ Just as we were talking, a text came through from Claire. ‘Ah, she’s just said there free Saturday, said we could meet up for food and drinks and maybe head back to Ben’s if all goes well.’

‘Yes and yes again. Tell her I can’t wait.’

The next few days went quickly by and before I knew it Saturday had come around and we were getting ready to head out. It was the first time we’d been out since the pandemic so I was nervous and excited at the same time. We decided to go bowling, followed by a trip to a country pub which was near where Ben lived and then we had the option to go back to his if we fancied it.

We were just finishing getting ready, I was laid on the bed as I was always ready first and it always felt like Hannah took forever. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and started to get ready. My eyes easily changed focus from whatever was on my phone to Hannah. She was slipping herself into a lace pair of cheekies with the matching bra. It was taking all my will power not to fuck her there and then. She then started getting into her skinny jeans and my eyes were mesmerized as she jiggled her booty until it squeezed into them. She finished with a strappy top with a blouse over the top.

It was a warm summers evening so I was dressed in a pair of denim shorts and just a t-shirt. We ordered a taxi and made our way to meet Claire and Ben at the bowling alley. When we got there, they were waiting outside for us. Ben dressed in a shirt with a black pair of jeans. He was a big lad, probably around 6ft 3 or 4 and was well built. Claire was dressed in a lovely maxi dress thingy with flowers all over the print. Claire introduced us all to Ben before we headed inside for bowling.

Bowling ankara azeri escortlar was a success, well it was for me at least. We played two games and I won them both. Surprisingly, Ben wasn’t the best bowler. He finished 3rd in both games with Claire 2nd and Hannah last, which wasn’t a surprise. It was cute watching Claire and Ben together when they weren’t bowling. You could clearly see they were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Whereas me, every time Hannah went forward to bowl, my eyes were glued to her ass. She was really putting those jeans to there limits when she bent over to bowl, but she looked incredible.

We then ordered a taxi and headed off to the country pub near when Ben lived. It was about a 20 minute drive, I was in the front of the taxi whilst the rest were squashed in the back together. Being British, I felt I had to make small talk with the taxi driver during the drive while the other 3 laughed and joked amongst themselves for the journey.

In the pub we sat opposite our other halves, I was sat next to Claire whilst Hannah was sat with Ben. We all enjoyed some lovely food and got to know each other a lot better. At times me and Ben were left alone to chat whilst the ladies went to the toilet or we nipped to the bar, the more I got chatting to him, the more I started to like him. He was a really nice guy. He seemed perfect for Claire and the fact he lived in the countryside made him her perfect match. With the food, the drinks started to flow and I knew Hannah was a bit of a lightweight and I could clearly see after a couple of drinks, she started to get tipsy.

After we’d finished the meal, Ben said we were about a 20 minute walk from his place if we wanted to head back there. We decided to walk, giving those of us who’d gotten a little bit tipsy chance to sober up. As we walked, Hannah and Ben walked ahead of us linking arms. We could hear the occasional laugh and a giggle whilst me and Claire walked behind also linking.

‘So.’ She started a conversation quietly so we were out of earshot of those in front. ‘What do you think?’

‘I don’t like him.’ I said smiling. ‘I think he’s a bit of a knob.’

‘Seriously?’ Claire looked devastated.

‘Of course not. He seems great. You look like a perfect match and I’m happy for you.’

‘Thank you.’ She cuddled into me almost going shy. ‘I really like him, we get on so well and it means a lot that you like him.’

‘Hannah clearly likes him as well. I don’t think I’ve seen her this friendly around other people’s boyfriends before and she was buzzing when I told her that you met someone.’

‘Awww bless her.’ She’s the sweetest. ‘You’ve got yourself a keeper there.’

I laughed as she started making a signal that I should ‘put a ring on it’. Eventually we made it back to Ben’s house. We hadn’t found out the full details of what he actually did for work but he must have got paid well. He had a large 3 bedroom cottage that was wonderful. He offered me and Hannah the spare bedroom for the night which we accepted. Ben arranged some drinks for us all and we sat in his lounge where he had two large sofas. I sat with Claire and Hannah with Ben.

After a while, Claire suggested that we all play a game. A few ideas were bounced around including board games, twister and Pictionary. I jokingly suggested strip poker which I thought was almost going to be the game of choice until Claire suggested we play Truth or Dare. We all argued over who should go first until Claire decided we could get a bottle. I spun the bottle and it landed on Claire.

‘I’ll start with a truth,’ Claire decided.

I had no idea what to ask. I didn’t want to go straight in with deep questions so I picked the lamest one of all. ‘Have you every fancied anybody at work?’

‘Yes.’ She answered in an instant and shook her head at me to tell me my question was shit. She then spun the bottle and it landed on Ben.

‘How many people have you slept with?’

‘Somewhere between 40 and 50.’ I was shocked and I think I blushed at the same time. I could never imagine sleeping with that many people. Even Claire seemed a little surprised and she called him a slut.

Ben then spun the bottle and it landed back on Claire. ‘Same question for you then, how many people have you slept with?’

‘Less than 10,’ she replied looking almost sheepish.

This time Claire got to spin the bottle and it landed on me.

‘Is Hannah the only person you’ve ever slept with?’

‘She is.’ I answered feeling myself going red in the face after their revelations. I quickly spun the bottle and it landed on Hannah.

I really didn’t know what to ask her but I wanted it to be good. ‘Have you ever fantasized about having sex with someone other than me?’

She laughed nervously, then answered yes before putting her head in her lands. We all laughed it off before she spun the bottle and it landed on Ben.

‘Have you ever cheated on a girlfriend?’

His reply was strange, he looked Hannah straight in the eye. ‘Not possible,’ he said.

We all looked at each other and Claire went bright red.

I jumped in, ‘I’m not going to spin the bottle but I do have a question, explain?’

‘So,’ he took a deep breath. ‘Every relationship I’ve ever been in is an open one.’

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The Making of a Porn Star, Ch. 02

Desperate for money, Susan made porn films to earn a living.

Continued from Chapter 01:

Day Two: Shooting Scene Two of Sexy Realtor Showing Houses

“Ready on the set! Ready on the set,” said the assistant to the assistant director!

Those not part of the movie scurried to take their places in the dark background.

“Quiet on the set,” said the assistant director! “Quiet on the set!”

Once again, quickly going from everyone talking and moving about, suddenly, no one talked and no one moved. There wasn’t a sound. Everything and everyone were so surreally still and eerily quiet.

“Take one, scene two,” said the clapboard loader stepping forward and clapping the clapboard. “Sexy Realtor Showing Houses.”

Determined to make scene two even better and sexually hotter than scene one, while paying mindful attention to the budget, the director checked for and looked at last second details. As he did in scene one, he looked again at his star, Susan, and at his other three actors, John, Joe, and Jim who were already in position.

“And action,” said the director.

Once again, the pornographic, sex scene started with John and Joe continuing to have gangbang sex with me as Jim watched and masturbated himself. John was first to mount me and fuck me. Then, once done fucking me and had ejaculated his cum in his condom, it was Joe’s turn to mount me and fuck me.

Sexually aroused and with me getting into the scene, the scene seemed all too believable. Instead of acting in a porn film, I felt as if I was really a realtor being sexually assaulted, stripped naked, and forced to have sex with three men while showing a house. Because the sex was really happening, I had to take regular breaks to breath, to compose myself, and to tell myself that this wasn’t real.

# # #

“Oh, Susan, you have such a beautiful pussy. I can’t wait to give you a sexual orgasm with my fingers and with my tongue,” said Joe while eating me again after fucking me.

He rubbed my clit and licked my pussy. He reached up his horny hands to feel and fondle my naked breasts while fingering my erect nipples. Already sitting on my shoulders with his big, hard prick in my mouth while humping my mouth and fucking my face, John was ready to cum in my mouth and all over my face again. Having memorized his lines, he said his lines.

“Suck my cock, Susan. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth,” said my co-star, John while practically sitting on my face as Joe fingered my pussy while licking my pussy. It was so sexually exciting to blow one man while the second man ate me.

The writer had penned in some extra lines of dialogue develop the characters more. The camera zoomed in closer ready to capture all of the sexual action. This time, Jim was included in the sexual action and had sex with me, too. The writer added Jim fucking me and me blowing him in the script. Going in for sloppy thirds, while wearing a condom, Jim fucked me after John and Joe fucked me. Then, removing the condom, while I sucked him and stroked him, I allowed him to cum in my mouth and all over my face, too.

Making more money by sucking three cocks and allowing them to all cum in my mouth and all over my face, I sucked Jim’s cock after I sucked John and Joe’s cocks. In the way that I allowed John and Joe to cum in my mouth and all over my face, I allowed Jim to cum in my mouth and all over my face, too. As if I was a Japanese woman at a bukkake fest, I was covered with the cum of three men.

Fortunately, for me, one of my favorite sexual things to do, I loved sucking cock. Showing me that it was a blowjob well done, I love it when a man cums in my mouth and then ejaculates a second load all over my face. Only, other than when prostituting myself, I never knew that I could earn money doing that.

# # #

Chapter 02:

The backstory, circa 2000

Twenty-years ago, with me desperate for money, living alone after my whore of a mother and my three, much older, criminal brothers before they all moved back to Detroit from Boston, I needed a job. I needed money. It was a difficult time for employment. After shipping our manufacturing jobs to China and around the world, closing our factories and busting our unions, good paying, full-time, manufacturing jobs were replaced with low paying, part-time, service jobs with no benefits.

“Welcome to Burger King. How may I help you,” asked a man in his forties earning minimum wage with no health insurance and no benefits after being displaced from his job 60K job as a machinist with health insurance and benefits?

Similar to the dilemma that my mother, Natalie, faced forty-years ago, limited in her options and opportunities, she told everyone that she worked as a model. The only modeling that she did was removing her clothes while dancing around a pole. When she wasn’t stripping, sex for money, she prostituted herself and sold her body for cash. A lucrative business for the a beautiful, sexy, and shapely woman, she earned enough money to raise erotik film izle five children, keep a roof over our heads, food on the table, and to put some money aside for emergencies.

Natalie, a very pretty, 5’10”, natural blonde with big, blue eyes and natural D cup breasts, had a sexy and shapely body. She dyed her beautiful, natural, blonde hair shoe polish black to get away from her pimp and her bookie. Disappearing right under their noses, owing them both tens of thousands of dollars each, she was gone in the night and without a trace.

Natalie’s four sons easily could have handled the situation by taking care of her pimp and her bookie. Yet, wanting to save them from going to jail again, easier to disappear than to hospitalize or kill her bookie and her pimp, she decided to return to Detroit with her sons. Her sons worked as leg breakers and enforcers for the mob. Known to the police, they all had criminal records as long as their violent reputations. Had they been arrested for, yet, another crime, they’d be doing hard time without the possibility of parole.

Natalie’s eldest son, Freddie, at 6’3″ and weighing 240 pounds, was the smallest of her four boys. Then, there were the identical twins, Vito and Guido, at 6’6″ tall and weighing 260 pounds. She named the boys from her Italian and Czechoslovakian side of her family. A ground shaker and fear maker, they were all dwarfed by Big Louie, the baby of the family. He was as big and nearly as strong as The Mountain, Queen Cersei Lancaster’s personal bodyguard in the Games of Thrones. At 6’9″ tall, Big Louie admitted to weighing 350 pounds even though he weighed well over 400 pounds.

Not unusual for a prostitute to have children by different men, Natalie had 5 children by four different men. Normally, most prostitutes, hookers, whores, and especially strippers, aborted their pregnancies. Rather than abort any of them, with her having a motherly love for babies, she continued working while stripping and prostituting herself when pregnant. With her always working, she allowed her children to raise themselves as best as they could.

Something for everyone, she satisfied a secret, sexual niche for those men who enjoyed watching pregnant women stripping off their clothes and/or having sex with them. A specialty thing, oddly enough, she earned more money stripping and having sex with her pregnant body than she did stripping and having sex with her sexy and shapely body. Sucking the milk from her big tits as if the men were her babies, men enjoyed her enormous, milk filled breasts, grown even bigger by her being pregnant. They paid a premium price when she was lactating and breast feeding them.

Ten years after she thought she was done having babies, my mother had a girl on July 26, 1972, that she named Susan. Taking after her, as if I was her clone, at 5’9 ½” tall, I was a natural blonde with big, blue eyes, and natural, D cup breasts. With Natalie always looking 10-years younger, making myself look 10-years older, many men mistook us for sisters instead of for mother and daughter.

Hoping that I would follow in her footsteps, my mother was eager to show me the art of stripping and the ropes of having sex for money. Continuing the legacy, how hot would that be to watch mother and daughter stripping together on stage? She knew that she’d earn a premium price for men having mother and daughter sex. Yet, instead of debasing and disgracing myself, I attended college to earn my degree in English with dual minors in English Literature and Creative Writing.

# # #

The Background of a Porn Star

Same stuff, different day, the misery endlessly continued. Hopelessly paralyzed after having given up on himself and on life, my husband, Steve, went to bed drunk again and awakened drinking. Suffice to write, he was always drinking. He was always drunk. Yet, even when drinking the night before rollcall and the start of his shift, somehow, he never missed a day of work.

An expert in self-defense and hand-to-hand combat, knowing all of the pressure points, he knew where and how to hit me without leaving a mark. Fortunately, for me, never hitting me with a closed fist, he only slapped me when he had been drinking. Unfortunately for me, with him drunk nearly every day, he beat me regularly. The last straw was when I was carrying his laundry and he shoved me down the cellar stairs head first for mouthing off at him. Knocked unconscious and bleeding, he left me there me for dead and went to work.

He always profusely and sincerely apologized. He always told me that he would never hit me again. He always told me that he’d stop drinking. Yet, he never quit drinking and he’d hit me again and again.

With the wall of blue protecting him from charges being filed, Steve worked as Boston, undercover cop. As if he harbored a death wish and, no doubt, he did, heroically fearless and unafraid, he always worked alone and without the safety net of having a partner. A partner would make him appear vulnerably suspicious that he was an undercover cop to those who he needed film izle to establish a criminal association.

From drug dealers to motorcycle gangs to serial rapists and mass murderers, he handled the worst of the worst crimes and interacted daily with the worst of the worst criminals. His fellow officers called him The Ghost of Retribution and The Shadow of Doom. Able to hide in plain sight, with him having a special talent of not being seen, no one saw or heard him coming. No stranger to danger, whether with his feet, his fists, knives, guns, chairs, sticks, batons, or any weapon, ready to kill or be killed, he was always ready for a fight.

An ex-Army Ranger who served two tours of duty in Iraq and in Afghanistan, he had seen and done some shit. Yet, wanting to make a career of being a mercenary soldier because of the money, an improvised explosive device, an IED, ended that dream. Between the pain that he still suffered from his injuries and his disappointment in not being able to stay in country and work as a mercenary soldier, he took his pain, misery, and anger out on me.

Before being injured and shipped home, he trained Green Berets, Navy Seals, Army Rangers, and Delta Force special operatives, the art of hand-to-hand combat. Whenever possible, they met to hone their fighting skills. Steve had a 5th degree black belt in Judo and without even lifting his arm, as if they were nothing more than a pesky fly, he could level an opponent with devastating injury with the flick of his calloused thumb. Never knowing it to look at him, he was one scary dude. Having done some jobs for him on the side, Big Louie introduced him to me.

“Susan, this is my friend, Steve. Steve, this is my sister, Susan. I wanted you two to meet. I know that you two could become friends.”

# # #

The onetime that I saw my husband in action was when a man sexually assaulted me as we were leaving a bar. He held me in place by the back of my short skirt and raised my skirt to enough to expose my white, bikini panties and my nearly, naked ass cheeks to his friends. Struggling to get away, he groped my firm and shapely ass. With me squirming away and swatting at his hand, he cupped my cunt and fingered the back of my pussy though my panties.

With them all laughing and having a drunken, good time, the men thought it was funny. If that wasn’t enough reason to provoke a violet response from my husband, the man’s other friend fondled my breasts and fingered my nipples through my blouse and bra. Instead of turning to help me, not wanting to ruin his plan by interfering, biding his time to hatch his plan of violent retribution. Instead, wanting to remove me from the ensuing storm, my husband waited for me to break free and catch up with him.

There were five of them. All tall and burly men, all well over 200 pounds and taller than 6′ tall, each man was bigger and meaner than the other. In shape and at his fighting weight, Steve was only 160 pounds and 5’8″ tall. In the way of Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman or Crissy Teigen with John Legend, when I wore spiked high heels and with my hair up, at 6’1″ tall, I towered over him.

Interesting enough, had I been out and escorted by one of my big brothers, Freddie, Guido, Vito, or Big Louie, especially Big Louie, with their reputations preceding them, no one would have dared touch me. Besides, even though they were all convicted felons and not legally allowed to possess handguns, with them having a multitude of enemies, my brothers never left the house unless they were packing unregistered and unnumbered heat. Yet, because of Steve’s smaller size, the men underestimated him as their adversary. They had no idea who he was and the devastating, physical injuries that he could cause.

Yet, my husband didn’t have to see what happened behind him to know what they did to me. He could tell from their laughter and from my short, quick scream that the men had sexually assaulted me. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, and indeed, he did, somehow, he knew that the men had lifted my skirt, fondled my ass, and fingered my pussy through my panties. He somehow knew that they had groped my breasts and fingered my nipples, too.

“Wait for me outside and call an ambulance,” whispered Steve to me as soon as I caught up with him. He gave me a kiss while giving my shapely ass a squeeze. “Kill the lights before you leave. The light switch is to the left of the front door.”

Preferring to fight in the dark, he had already memorized where everything was and, more importantly, where the men were. Accustomed to fighting in low light conditions, with them never seeing him coming, he used darkness to his advantage and as his cover. Suspecting what was about to happen, I obediently obeyed my husband, waited outside, and called for an ambulance.

With him right behind me, but instead of leaving the bar, as soon as I turned off the lights, Steve locked the front door. As if he was Matt Damon as Jason Bourn in Bourn Identity or Denzel Washington as Robert McCall in the Equalizer, the fight lasted not much seks filmi izle more than a minute. With every man knocked unconscious, bleeding, and/or having broken bones, indeed, they needed an ambulance but they needed five ambulances instead of just the one. As if he was ghostly invisible, without anyone seeing him and/or able to identify him, he unlocked the front door and left.

# # #

Not straying very far from her old life, even after moving home to Detroit, my mother, nasty Natty, had returned to what she used to do and was good at doing. She returned to stripping and prostitution. A tall and strikingly beautiful woman who never looked her age, every man who saw her wanted to bed her. Every man who saw her was willing to pay her for the sexual privilege of sticking his erect prick in her hand, in her mouth, in her pussy, and/or in her ass.

“Suck my prick, Natalie. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth and all over your pretty face,” said one of her clients.

Years later, retired from stripping and prostituting herself, she returned to live in Hershey, Pennsylvania, a safe and friendly resort town. It was a time after I divorced my abusive husband after only being married to him for three, short, miserable and abusive years. Not wanting me to leave him, fearing that I’d report him, he threatened to kill me because of all of the criminal things that I knew that he had done as an undercover, police officer.

Something that I didn’t want to do but had little choice, in June of 2011, I moved in with my mother in her basement apartment what was situated right across from the Susquehanna River. Then, three years to the day, on September 11, 2011, Pennsylvania experienced a historic, 100-year flood. With everything underwater and everyone flooded out, the flood devastated all who lived and worked in the area.

From Hershey Park and the Hershey Zoo, to fast food restaurants, to the shopping mall, to parked cars, and to apartment buildings that were situated too close to the river, everything was underwater. Unable to rescue them, instead of having them needlessly suffer, they were forced to shoot some of the bigger animals that were trapped underwater. With all those who lived in the area now out of a home and out of a job, it was a great loss, a huge financial devastation, and a horrendous, personal tragedy for everyone.

With flood waters filled with raw sewage, river fish, and oil, and that reached as high as the second floor, my mother and I lost everything. Unable to salvage anything, we weren’t allowed to enter the premises until the flood waters receded and until after the building inspector inspected our building. Forced to live in a shelter, I ate my meals at a mission. My mother, who never spent a night in the homeless shelter and never ate a meal at the mission, typical of her, took off with a man from FEMA.

Then, five months later, in February of 2012, a priest hooked me up with Hannah, an elderly Mennonite woman who volunteered at the mission serving food. She invited me to live in her spare bedroom. Shortly thereafter, when Hannah could no longer care for herself, my position changed from that of a squatter to a home healthcare provider. Then, when the pandemic hit, we sheltered in place for more than a year. We had whatever we needed delivered and didn’t leave the house until after we were finally vaccinated.

# # #

The Making of a Porn Star

Desperate again for a job and to afford my own place to live, no longer wanting to live with and/or care for Hannah, I searched online and scanned the help wanted in the newspaper for work. Not wanting to settle, I needed a job that paid more than minimum wage to support myself in a more comfortable lifestyle. Finally finding a job of interest, a job that appealed to my sexual libido and my artistic curiosity, I answered an ad in the local newspaper. Easy enough to overlook, it was just a small, three-line ad with an address.

“Actresses needed for adult films,” I said while reading the ad out loud. “Must be attractive and with weight in proportion to height. Must be comfortable naked and having sex on camera. Experience not necessary, will train.”

I laughed after reading the last line of the ad.

“Experience not necessary will train? What does that mean? With sex a natural thing to do, how can someone train me to have sex,” I said laughing? “I don’t need someone to train me to have sex. I already have plenty of experience in having sex.”

‘I imagined during the interview process what they meant by training me to have sex. Obviously, I’d have to have sex with the director, the producer, the cameraman, and the actors to get the job,’ I thought with a shrug. ‘Perhaps, nothing more than covering their asses and avoiding a sexual abuse lawsuit, clearly, that’s what they meant by will train.’

# # #

My first impression, something I had never thought about doing, I was excited about the prospect of making porn movies. Divorced from my husband months ago, I was sexually frustrated and horny now. As if I had returned to the swinging lifestyle again, something that most women would never do, I was sexually excited by the thought of having random sex with strangers again. I’ve met some of the best people by having one-time sex with them.

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Stacy walked out of the shop with a contented smile on her face and slung her heavy shopping bag over her shoulder. She’d walked down this high street loads of times in the past, but she’d never been inside of the curious little corner shop before. It was odd, everything about it seemed so… plain. She had a vague memory of being surprised walking in there, but every second that passed that memory seemed to get further away, clouding over like it was covered in a thick layer of fog.

She shrugged her shoulders and walked on. The one thing she did remember about going in there was the reason, she was thirsty, incredibly so. She’d picked out an interesting looking bottle on the shelf. The liquid was a luscious-looking purple, and she had the vague memory of the shopkeep telling her that it was an excellent choice and that it was bound to bring her “Bountiful happiness”, whatever that meant.

Stacy cast a glance back over her shoulder, trying to find the shop again, but she just couldn’t pick it out. She shrugged and popped the cap from the bottle. It was a hot day outside, and she’d decided to wear a light blue cardigan over a thin top. She didn’t have much of a figure to speak of, and she thought her choice of outfit would at least help her hide the lack of curves. She’d always wanted to have a more… outrageous figure, particularly in her boobs. She’d always hoped that she’d be a late bloomer, but nature seemed to have other plans for her.

She carried on walking down the street and took a deep swig from the bottle. The liquid was thick, and it wasn’t exactly cooling, but it certainly hit the spot. But maybe not the one she was expecting.

She walked along the high street, looking in shop windows, fantasising about all the outfits she’d love to wear if she could pull them off. She felt a tightness in her chest and heat flushed her face and took another swig of her mysterious drink. She assumed it was a combination of her anxiety and the heat, and neglected to consider what else might be causing her rapidly rising body temperature. She carried on walking down the street, slowly sipping from the bottle as she went, hoping that the feeling of tightness would go away soon.

What she’d failed to notice was that the tightness wasn’t coming from any anxiety attack, but real, genuine tightness. As she walked along, her shirt had slowly started to fill out. Her A-cup breasts had slowly started to swell, stretching the shirt she was wearing gradually. The more her chest swelled, the more sensitive it became. The more sensitive her chest became, the more Stacy’s body temperature rose. The more her body temperature rose, the more she drank. Stacy noticed that more people were looking at her as she walked down the street. She hated being the centre of attention, and the way people were looking at her was only fueling her anxiety more. erotik film izle She took another swig as she carried on, hoping it was all in her mind.

She’d drank nearly a third of the bottle by now, and her tits were gaining ground rapidly. After the first few swigs she’d grown to a D-cup, but the more and more she drank, the faster they swelled. Her shirt had started to ride up her body, and the loose cardigan she wore barely managed to hang off her shoulders as her ballooning breasts claimed more and more of her torso. Stacy still hadn’t noticed, her attention focussed on anywhere but herself. If she had, she might have noticed that her nipples were making an admirable attempt to burst free from their confines. If she could have seen them. They’d grown so far away from her at this point that identifying the dents they were making in her shirt would have required her to pull them up to her own face.

More staring. Stacy could barely handle it. She started to rush, desperate to make it to the train station so as to finally get some shelter from the oddly rapturous attention that people were paying to her. This didn’t help. She’d never needed a bra, and her newly endowed body was taking full advantage of the situation. Her massive tits bounced as she powerwalked down the streets, gaining more and more attention the faster she walked. The more they bounced, the closer they came to freedom; but also the more tired Stacy became. Her obliviousness to her new body didn’t stop her from becoming tired, so she took another deep swig from the bottle, draining another third of it in one go.

Her tits swelled out more, claiming as much of the strained shirt as they could, before finding more places they can expand to. The neckline of her shirt had been stretched out so much by her new enormous sweater puppies that it gave enough room for them to start swelling over the top. Stacy’s cleavage squeezed beyond its fabric boundaries, creating a tight, meaty valley that slowly crept up to her chin and slowly invaded her line of sight. Down below, her shirt continued to ride up, displaying a beautiful abundance of underboob to any passerby as her titties started to cover her stomach in their fleshy bountifulness.

Stacy felt a brief moment of relief before the tension returned.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Stacy looked down and sighed, as the stitching down the side of her shirt popped loose with the slowly encroaching tide of her thriving bosom. Her mind was more concerned about the wellbeing of her clothes than her rapidly developing chest, and it felt like something in the back of her mind was screaming at her; but every time she tried to catch the thought, her mind filled with fog and before she knew it the thought was gone again, taking more of her sense with it.

With one last final gulp, Stacy downed film izle the rest of the mysterious purple liquid, before tucking the empty bottle away in her heavy, cumbersome bag. Her shirt rode further and further up, as her tits swelled further and further out. Before long, her stomach was entirely consumed by the colossal mountain range of breast flesh; and the poor, struggling T-shirt was holding on for dear life to the peaks of Stacy’s swollen, prominent nipples.

Her tits made one more daring bid for freedom before their growth spurt came to a creeping end, while Stacy’s shirt put up its valiant last stand, barely managing to contain the tremendous titties. They covered her entire torso, and her waist was completely hidden behind their monumental mass.

She carried on towards the station, confused and slightly aroused by the multitude of perverse stares she was receiving. Her shoulders ached from the sheer weight she was carrying, their weight pulling down on her and making every step a challenge. Her forehead dripped with sweat and effort, while her shirt strained and stretched with every step.

She was close to giving up when someone stepped in her path. A tall man with broad shoulders and well-toned muscles stood before her, a smile on his face that looked cocky, but Stacy just couldn’t figure out why.

“Would you like a hand with those?” He asked, his own beautiful blue eyes locked onto her own.

“Oh, would you? You’re, like, a lifesaver!” Stacy said, standing up and thrusting them out, allowing the man to take hold of her enormous, overstuffed, bulging shopping bags.

For a brief moment, a look of confusion and slight annoyance crossed the man’s face before it was clouded over with a look of contentment and happiness. He followed along in her footsteps like a dog following its master, happily carrying her weighty bags full of clothes and make-up. The top of a new, enormous bra could be seen poking out from the top of one particular bag.

Stacy was struggling to think straight, it was like her mind was going in circles at one hundred miles per hour. She couldn’t remember where it was she was going, or where she had been for that matter. What she did know was that behind her was a hunk who was happily carrying her colossal bags of shopping while she tried to figure out what she was going to do with the rest of her day. She did have a pretty good idea though.

She stood at the side of the road and hailed a cab. She’d never had trouble getting their attention.

— — —

The bed creaked and lurched. Clothes were strewn across the hotel room, and the smell of sex pervaded the air. The first one hadn’t lasted very long, so Stacy threw what clothes she could find back on, and went fishing. Her tits strained her shirt to breaking point, and the rest of her body was showing similar changes. She’d managed seks filmi izle to find some booty shorts that hugged her skin so closely that they may as well have been painted on.

A group of men had walked past the hotel entrance, drunk and clearly celebrating the victory of whichever sports team they followed. Filled with confidence and bravado, they’d decided to take this stacked bimbo up on her offer of a good time. It was a mistake.

The ensuing orgy had been one of the greatest times of Stacy’s recently rewritten life. She took their dicks in every way she could think of, in every whole she knew she had, and some she didn’t realise she had as well. The cocks in her ass and pussy were on a constant cycle, and she didn’t think she’d gone more than a few seconds without one in her mouth. While one of the guys had been fucking the shit out of her tits, another moved up beside him and experimentally poked her nipple with his meaty schlong. It was to everyone’s surprise when he managed to slip inside, and before long both of her nipples were being ploughed by big hard cocks.

Of the four of them that had followed Stacy up to her room, transfixed by her heart-shaped pillow of an ass, only one remained standing. Or lying, as the case may be. Stacy bounced on his rigid cock, as her giant tits followed suit. They were large enough that each time they fell, they would crash into Stacy’s victim, knocking the wind clean out of them. Their weight was ridiculous, and yet Stacy seemed completely unphased by them, moving about as if she’d had them her entire life.

She was ravenous. Though her tits had stopped their growth, her body was changing in so many unseen ways. Her entire life was being rewritten to orbit around her monstrous mammaries. Her mind was emptying almost as fast as her figure was filling out, leaving her with nothing but the thought of cocks. Her body ground against the groin of her victim, milking his cock until he burst, spraying the last of his load into her unguarded pussy. Not that she minded. He collapsed against the bed, the last dregs of consciousness leaving his body, and Stacy looked down at his limp body that was being covered by her all-consuming chest pillows. She was covered from head to toes in cum. Her hair was plastered to her scalp, and she was fairly certain she could still feel it leaking from her nipples

Her phone buzzed at her. She’d gotten a lot of text messages over the past few hours. Something about people wondering where she was. To be honest she couldn’t find it in herself to be that concerned. No matter where she went, she was pretty certain at this point she’d never need to worry about money ever again, now that people would be throwing themselves at her. She was about to get ready to leave, scour the town for her next fling when a knock on the door caught her attention.

“Excuse me miss, we’ve received several noise complaints from your neighbours over the past few hours. Could you open up?”

It was the young man from the desk. Maybe Stacy wouldn’t have to go out hunting after all.

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Part one led us into uncharted waters for our marriage that I had hoped would happen at some point leading to my wife finding out I was bisexual and loved the taste of cum in all its forms. Though a surprise, a little alcohol and some strip poker brought it out at her suggestion. After the evening’s festivities the three of us were tired and retired to our king-sized bed with Sue in the middle and us on the outside. We all talked but Sue went back to my being bi part and asked John, “Hey John, are you bi? You’re obviously not gay as you fucked me really good earlier.”

John thought for a moment, looked at me and said, “I’m not really sure, I’m not attracted to guys but I sure did like fucking his ass as my girlfriends would never let me.”

She turns to me and says, “Obviously you are bi and I wish I’d known it sooner because we could have been having tons more fun. What else haven’t you told me?”

“Well, it’s a long story and I’ve suppressed. When I was younger, I spent a year getting used by a baseball team of older guys. Found out that I actually started looking forward to the encounters. This continued with a few of them until we moved away. I really loved pleasing them and some girls that I met after the first encounter. After we moved, I did have a few other encounters but they were with girls.” I stated.

Sue responded, “No wonder you’re so good at eating pussy! I would really love to see you suck John’s dick if you’re up for it. I did love watching you get fucked by John earlier, maybe next time he can cum in your ass while you suck my pussy.”

That said, I threw the covers off, moved across Sue, took ahold of John’s slowly hardening cock, and slowly slid my lips over the head swirling my tongue around the circumcised head. Then plunged down swallowing his cock to the root. Pulling my hand out I tugged softly on his balls while I made repeated swallowing movements with my throat on his cock eliciting an “Oh, my God!!” from John.

I look up during this process, holding him in my throat, seeing Sue watching my mouth intently with her lips forming an O in amazement. Her eyes wide as she says, “Wow, you do like to suck cock! I wish I could do that to you but you’re so thick and long it’d be really hard.” She turns her body around so her face is at my cock as she takes a long lick slowly putting the head in her mouth and I moan around John’s cock. Starting to slowly pull back I get to the head again, swirling my tongue around it again then plunge fast back down to his pubes. On my third plunge I accidentally push my hips hard forward shoving almost my whole cock down Sue’s throat.

She pulls back coughing, “Why’d you do that?”

I pull my mouth off his cock and say, “I’m so sorry I was just getting carried away trying to swallow John’s cock.”

“It’s OK, I was just shocked and still can’t believe I got almost your whole cock in my throat. Guess I could work on my gag reflex. Let me continue and see how much I can get in there; it’s making me really wet to think I may be able to do it.”

“OK, let’s try this to maybe make it easier. John turn 90 degrees, Sue come over here and lay your head over the side of the bed. This will make your throat straight in line with your mouth.” I stand up over Sue’s mouth tapping my cock on her chin while John leans into get his face onto her pussy starting to eat her while we prepare.

She opens her mouth, licks the head, and says, “Look here a lollypop! What next? Oh god that feels good John!”

“Ok, ankara sınırsız escortlar we’re all set. Open your mouth, put your hands on my legs to let me know how far to go. Just pull me in until you’re ready.” She opens her mouth fully pulling me slowly forward as I watch my cock disappear into her mouth. “So, to help the gag reflex. When you get close to that spot start a swallowing motion with your throat.” I can feel her swallowing over and over and it feels really good. She pulls really hard on me shoving it completely to the root and holds for about 30 seconds then pushes back until I’m completely back out of her mouth.

She says, “Wow, I had my nose in your balls. That was really cool and I didn’t even choke. You want me to continue?”

“God yes!!”

“Alright, still don’t like the taste of cum much so if you’re fully in my throat when you cum I won’t taste it right?”

“Right, it’ll just go straight into your belly.”

“Cool, so let me do what we just did a few times to get used to it then when I drop my hands you can just fuck my mouth. John, when I tap your head get up and shove that cock in my pussy so I can be fucked from both ends.”

“mffffhhhh”

Sue pulls my cock back into her mouth, this time taking it slowly again. Three times slowly all the way to the root and I almost can’t resist cumming but am able to hold off. She drops her hands which was the signal to go at my own pace which slow was working but I did up the tempo and held deep for about 20 seconds longer than she did as I look up and see John plunging into her pussy in one push causing her to even go a little deeper than I thought possible. I can feel her moaning around my cock especially as I pull all the way out to the head and now quickly push deep. After about 10 more strokes I feel I’m about to cum pulling back to allow a deep breath I plunge fast and deep while I unload 6-7 big spurts of cum deep in her throat. I hold it there a little too long and she starts raising her hands to push me back. I slowly pull back until she can breathe but leave my still dripping cock half way in.

In the mean time I am watching intently as John plunges into her sopping pussy as she had already orgasmed twice from the double fucking she’s getting. One last time as he unloads into her pussy a third orgasm hits hard and fast. John pulls out and I crawl up onto the bed pulling her up to sit on my mouth while cum starts dribbling out of that beautiful pussy. I dive in and clean every drop of their combined cum out of her. She orgasms one more time on my mouth and squirts a bit of pee into my mouth too. “Oh god, I’m sorry! I need to pee.”

I look up and say, “Tasted pretty good if that’s what that was go ahead and pee right now.”

“No! Really?” She cannot resist and just starts a steady slow stream of pee which I swallow. At one point I just latched onto her and sucked the pee out of her as it was easier to swallow that way. Soon, she’s done, looking down at me as I pull away keeping a mouthful. She says, “What does it taste like?”

I pull her down to me, kiss her, waiting till she opens her mouth a bit and get a deep French kiss going so there would be no question. We kiss for a couple of minutes and both swallow what we had shared. Sue pulls back up saying, “Not so bad, kind of like popcorn.”

“Yeah but yours is sweeter than mine I’m sure.”

“Never know till we try.” Sue looks down and sees a glob of cum still on my belly and she leans over to lick it ankara suriyeli escortlar up.

Swirling it around her mouth and swallows saying, “Hm this isn’t so bad. Actually, kind of sweet this time. Maybe next time you can cum in my mouth and we can share!”

“Sure, I’d love that!”

John finally comes out of his stupor after the hard cumming he just did and says, “I need to pee too.”

As he starts to get up, I say “Wait a minute, I really likes Sue’s bring that cock over here so I can at least clean it up first.”

He just stays there in the half sitting position and stammers, “Uh um Ok.”

I slide over and take his soft cock into my mouth cleaning up both their juices. Once cleaned off I could get his soft cock and balls into my mouth at the same time letting my tongue play with all of it. As I let his cock go, I say, “Let’s jump into the shower.”

“Ok” from both.

We all get off the bed going into the bathroom. I grab John’s cock as we’re walking. “I want to taste that pee of yours.”

“Me too! I may not swallow it but I do want a taste.”

We get into the shower, kneel next to each other, as John lifts his cock saying, “Here it comes as I really need to pee!”

He first aims at Sue hitting her on the top of the head riding the stream down to her open mouth as it fills up, he aims over to me first hitting my chest then walking it up to my hungry mouth. I lean forward to the head all the while it’s filling my mouth, clamp my lips over the tip and just start swallowing. I pull back after Sue smacks my back and he put another stream into her now empty mouth. He’s starting to flow less and is almost done. I latch on again taking the rest. When he’s done, I look back at Sue with her full mouth sitting there open as she plays with the pee with her tongue. She grabs my head and locks our mouths together sharing what is in her mouth. When we pull back, we see a kind of dumbfounded look on John’s face. As he says, “Not sure I’ll be trying that but it was certainly fun.”

I laugh and say, “All good but now I have to pee myself.”

“Give it to me baby!” Sue says with an open mouth.

I stand, placing my soft cock onto her bottom lip and start pissing slowly as I don’t want to overwhelm her. She clamps her lips over the head and starts swallowing while nodding. I take this as a sign to let go so I do. Flooding her mouth, it starts to dribble out the corners and I see it start streaming but she is still swallowing wholeheartedly. Oddly, I start hardening as the stream starts to go down. By the time she’s finished swallowing I’m fully hard again. She pulls back and says to John, “Want to help me?”

“I guess I can try, never really wanted to but let’s see.”

He kneels down next to Sue. She pulls my cock over and lays it on his lower lip. He tentatively licks the head with his tongue. As Sue also kisses and licks the head as they kiss each other with my cock in between, tongues intertwining.

After this we stand up in the water soaping each other up and down. John is soaping my back sliding his hand into the crack of my ass as I look back seeing him getting hard again while he plays with my ass. I say, “Go ahead and do whatever you want there. Whatever you desire.” Then I feel a finger slowly work its way into my hole and I let out a loud moan as I’m soaping up Sue’s ass doing the same to her eliciting a loud squeal from her.

Sue looks back and says, “Don’t you dare! You know I said nothing in my ass! Damn, ankara türbanlı escortlar that does feel different and not too bad after all. Alright, you can play but you’re not getting that big cock in my ass. It barely fits into my pussy!”

As I slowly finger her ass a few I let the water stream down her back washing away the soap leaving her clean I pull out my finger and slowly lower myself to my knees. Spread her cheeks and shove my tongue as deep as I can into her asshole getting a low loud moan from her and I tongue fuck her ass. In the meantime, while I was distracted, I notice that John has followed me down and now has more fingers opening my ass. It feels like he’s fucking my ass with his whole hand. He sits on the floor, pulls his fingers from my ass, pulling my ass over his cock, finally yanking me onto his cock again. I think, ‘God, that feels good!’ All the while I am licking Sue’s ass trying to get my long tongue as deep as possible. While I start fucking myself onto Johns cock it puts in a rhythm that has me plunging in and out of her ass.

Next, I decide to see if I can stretch her hole a bit without her really thinking about it. I slide my other hand down to her pussy pushing in two fingers while the others slide across her clit over and over. I proceed to push three fingers slowly into her ass at the same time. Bringing forth another moan as she says, “Oh wow that feels so good!”

Then I pull off of John’s cock, slide under Sue’s legs, pushing up my ass so that our cocks are almost touching, I then pull Sue down to her knees and start kissing her while pushing her completely onto the head of my cock. John gets the idea and quickly puts more soap on his cock. He lines it up directly to her asshole just when Sue decides to just plunge fully onto my cock. She pulls back with her mouth open in an O shape. John says, “Whoops!”

Sue gets over her shock and almost starts up when John starts rubbing her shoulder and kissing her back. She puts her whole weight onto both of us and says, “Asshole, you did that on purpose! Think I’ll just sit here a minute and soak this in! God, I have never in my life felt so full of cock. It feels so good and just for that I’m going to fuck you both raw!”

She starts slowly up and down but is soon at a brisk pace fucking us both as hard as she can. I get a hand on her nipple and another on her clit which sends her into a massive orgasm at the same time pushing us both completely over with her. She loses all control and falls back down on us both keeping us impaled into her holes. John and I both put our arms around all of us and just sit there holding each other until we all get our heartbeats under control.

Sue says, “Well, that was fun. I’m just glad it was John’s cock and not yours.” As she smacks my shoulder saying, “I know you planned this! Guess I don’t have a virgin hole now.” She starts to stand up letting both our cocks loose and as she stands, I look up to see cum coming from both holes. I sit up and start licking up her leg, “There you go, get to cleaning up this mess.” I proceed to clean her pussy and asshole till there is no cum left.

We all clean up and towel down heading back into the bedroom to finally go to sleep.

Sue kisses John long and hard turning to me whispering in my ear, “So, new plans for the Halloween party tomorrow. I’m going to shave you everywhere, dress you up like a slut in heels, and I’ll be your pimp. Since John is going with us, he’ll be your first John of the night! I’m going to sell your ass and mouth telling everyone you don’t want to get pregnant and you’ll fuck and/or suck everyone I sell you to, I might even take an extra $30 if they want to piss in your mouth.” Then she kissed me and laid back.

‘Oh God, I can’t wait!’ I think all night.

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