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The minivan had gone to the shop just before the trip. Clancy was sure to splurge on winter tires, an undercoating, and even had the driver’s side seat warmer fixed. They were running low on gas, and it was a while since anybody had stretched their legs, but they’d just passed a sign that said the next town was only a few miles away. He redirected the heat to blow on his icy boots, turned the new wipers to max, and drove more confidently through the snowy hills.

“What if the next town’s anything like Mountain Crest?” his daughter Marta asked from the back seat.

“That would be a giant pain,” Clancy said evenly. He didn’t want to scare anyone if he didn’t need to, and he tamped down the instinct to complain about how they were driving on empty. Mountain Crest was an hour or two behind them. The place was sealed up tight with roadblocks, police cars, and military trucks. Once the contagion broke loose, nobody was allowed in or out.

“We’d survive,” Gil said from the passenger seat. Gil was one of Clancy’s grandsons. The smart one. He and his twin, Johnny, had just turned twenty, and there was a big joke in the family about how their Aunt Marta was nearly a full year younger than them.

“He’s right,” Johnny agreed from somewhere behind him. “Dad taught us how to survive out here. You guys don’t have to worry.”

“I agreed to Christmas weekend at the cabin,” Marta reminded them. “Not surviving in the woods, eating squirrels with no fucking internet connection.” She held her dead cell phone up listlessly for them to see.

“Watch that language, young lady,” Clancy warned over his shoulder as the town’s festive welcome sign came into view. “Look. We made it,” he said with a grin.

They rolled past colourfully lit homes with green-needle wreaths, blow-up Santas, and plastic reindeer. Children played in the street as their elders strolled, carrying gifts stashed in flashy bags. As the minivan pulled up to the gas station, everybody opened their doors, filling the cabin with crisp mountain air mixed with spicy pine and petrol fumes. Clancy’s daughter and grandsons didn’t even wait for the engine to turn off before leaping out, only to stand there, groaning and complaining about how their muscles ached from sitting for so long. They filtered across the street to gawk at a giant snowman the locals had bulldozed together beside an overpriced tourist-trap hot chocolate stand. Clancy shook his head and kept pumping gas.

“Here you go, Aunt Marta,” Gil said, handing her a steaming drink in a paper cup.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” she asked. “I don’t call you Nephew Gil, do I?”

Johnny snickered. “She’s got a point, man.”

“Auntie M, maybe?” Gil joked as she swatted him with her free hand. “What?” he teased, retreating behind the giant snowman. “Help! My auntie’s beating me,” he whined as the hot chocolate lady glared from her shack. “Shit, I spilled my drink,” he complained, looking down at his sticky fingers and the brown drips in the snow. “Why don’t they give you a damn lid?”

Just then came a sound like someone was having their guts torn out across the street. Marta stared at the twins, her eyes bulging with fear. The three of them went silent as they waited, listening, hidden from the street, just like they’d been taught. Unfortunately, this kind of thing was all too common these days. They’d all heard the stories, read the pamphlets, and completed the training. Hide. Observe. Escape. The HOE method, that’s what they called it.

Johnny was the only one stupid or brave enough to peek. As he edged carefully around the large snowman’s ice boulder base, Gil reached out, suddenly snatching his brother’s brightly coloured pom-pom hat off his head. They tried not to let their breath steam as Johnny recoiled from the view, shaking his head, wild-eyed and afraid.

“What did you see?” Marta whispered when a loud crash and frantic shouts shot out from near the hot chocolate stand.

“It’s an outbreak,” Johnny told them between shallow breaths. “I didn’t see Granddad. We have to leave!”

“Go, Team HOE,” Gil said unenthusiastically, his own panic setting in. He’d never been in a real contagion situation before. He took a few steps to the side for a better look, thinking that this whole thing was already completely different from any training they’d done.

“This is suicide,” Marta whispered, stepping up beside him as the street came into view.

An SUV had crashed into the hot chocolate stand. The server lady lay motionless, bloodied, pressed unnaturally between her broken shack and the twisted bumper. There were two vamps, a male protecting himself from the sun with a brimmed hat and a long jacket, and a female covered in dark bed sheets.

They were hunting humans using their preternatural abilities just across the street. They ran like the devil with his hair on fire, ten or fifteen times faster than anyone else. When they leapt from high places, it seemed like they were flying. And when they caught their bursa escort prey, they used their fangs and claws to tear them open, draining their blood in seconds. The ravenous monsters screamed like dying cats strapped to megaphones as they chased after a group of tourists whose arms were overflowing with gifts.

“Now!” Johnny said.

Marta was afraid to leave the safety of their hiding place, but Gil urged her forward, tugging her sleeve. Once she got going, the twins could only try to keep up as she sped across the street toward the minivan and her father. The vamps were howling, shredding and dismembering their victims just up the way. When she came around the side of the vehicle, the fuel cap was back on, the bill paid, but Clancy was on the ground, twitching, a meaty hole where his throat used to be, his ribs torn open, his heart and lungs missing.

“Dad…” Marta mumbled in shock as one of her nephews grabbed her, dragging her away.

They sped off in the opposite direction with Gil behind the wheel, driving as fast as he could without sending them careening off the road. They shot past the decorated neighbourhood with the Santas and reindeer. People were running from their houses, screaming, bleeding, and being chased. As the town’s welcome sign disappeared in the rear-view mirror, replaced by a mesmerizing blizzard of big fluffy flakes, Marta began to cry. Johnny comforted her while Gil focused on keeping his trembling hands on the wheel, squinting to see through the storm as he took them deeper into the hills.

“Where are you driving us?” Marta asked through a flood of tears.

“The cabin,” Gil said flatly. “We’re still more than an hour away.”

“Is that far enough?” she demanded.

“There isn’t anything any further away,” he explained, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Sorry about Granddad, by the way.”

Dusk fell as they drove the last few miles. The snow had stopped, but there were no plows this far out. Drifts of powder stretched over the road, too deep to cross easily in many places. Just as the lake they were heading towards came into view, the wheels began to lose grip, sinking several feet into the snow. Gil tried to reverse, then tried going forward. He rocked the vehicle back and forth, but it was no use. Twisting to look back at the passenger seats, he noticed Marta was sleeping, her mascara smudged, her head wedged under his brother’s arm.

“Nice going,” Johnny whispered.

They left their aunt asleep in her seat, cracking the doors, letting the heat wash out into the evening air. As they stepped onto the crunching snow, despite the vehicle’s lights, the only artificial illumination for miles, they could see the stars and moon had already begun to shine. They tried brushing snow away from the wheels, but it was packed tightly. After a few moments of using the emergency shovel, Johnny took his brother to the front, where the lights beamed bright, lighting up the road ahead.

“Look,” he said, pointing. “It just gets deeper and deeper. We need to walk the rest of the way.”

“She’s not going to like it,” Gil said, shaking his head, staring back at the minivan.

Marta hardly complained apart from asking “What the fuck?” as Johnny shook her awake. Helping her sit up, he assisted in gathering her things, handing them to her to put in her bag. He explained they were close, but they’d gotten stuck. “It’s going to be okay,” he promised, giving her a glimpse of the long, sheathed knife he always brought into the bush.

They struck out together, carrying luggage and sacks, whatever they could hold in their hands and on their backs. As the snow crept up to their waists, Johnny started to feel weak, and Marta struggled to get a foothold with her fashionable boots. Gil said encouraging things, like “keep going” and “we’re almost there,” and they’d take another step. They were frozen to the bone as the wind picked up, blurring the way and making things worse. Their noses ran, their muscles ached, but they pressed on until the road finally ended.

“There it is,” Gil said with a quiver in his voice, rushing towards the shadowy wooden structure, leaving a trail for the others to follow.

The place hadn’t been used since the previous summer. Plastic covered the furniture, storage crates were stacked against the wall, and a layer of dust covered everything. The main room was freezing and dark, with a light breeze coming from somewhere. While Gil searched for the source of the wind, Marta lit candles as Johnny started a fire. There was a small hole in the east wall upstairs where an old tree had come down at some point and struck the building. A thin flow of snow had blown onto the floor, and large rodent prints made a trail in and out, explaining all the sprung but empty mouse traps.

Gil found an old pillowcase to shove into the hole, and as he stared out the window, assessing the branch that had broken through, he heard his brother and aunt talking. Marta was asking where to put a votive that was overflowing bursa escort bayan with hot wax, and after Johnny had given his suggestion, he called her over to show her how to get the fire going. He was taking her through the basics–kindling, leaving breathing room–when they fell silent for a moment. Then he asked why she’d kissed him. She said it was because he’d saved her life, and that she had another for his twin.

Gil got his kiss on the cheek as he came down the steps. As he drew the blinds, the place glowed with a pleasant warm light. They cooked wieners on sticks and ate a can of maple-flavoured beans, followed by marshmallows blackened in the flames.

“I need to go back to the minivan for a second,” Johnny said, shaking his head like he’d just remembered something important.

“At nine o’clock at night? It’s pitch black out there,” his brother protested. “What the hell are you thinking?”

“I forgot my stash,” Johnny told him.

“So what?” Marta asked. “It’s not worth dying over.”

“She’s right,” Gil agreed. “It’ll still be there in the morning.”

“But I want to get her present,” Johnny insisted. “It’s Christmas.”

“Not until tomorrow,” his brother said, but Johnny just stared at him with his ridiculous pleading puppy-dog eyes. “If you’re not back in fifteen minutes…”

“Fourteen!” Johnny vowed, leaping up and grabbing his boots. A blast of cold air blew into the cabin when he opened the door. “Be right back,” he promised before slamming it shut again.

“Isn’t that what they always say?” Marta asked nervously.

“Only in the movies,” Gil assured her. “There’s no one around here for a hundred miles. Nothing for the vamps to feed on.”

“Except us,” she said, warming her hands by the blaze. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask–who grabbed me? Who threw me into the minivan at the gas station?”

“Me,” he told her. “I think, anyways… it’s kind of a daze. Everything that’s happened today.”

“Yeah,” she said, sitting beside him. Suddenly she kissed him on the lips, lingering for longer than an aunt probably should. “For saving me,” she explained.

“But you already…” He pointed to his cheek. She kissed him again, more passionately, grabbing the back of his head. “Stop,” he told her, pulling away. “Granddad just died… your dad. And we shouldn’t be doing this anyways. You’re just feeling vulnerable right now. Not thinking straight.”

“You’re right!” she said in a shaky voice, lowering her head to his shoulder. Tears streamed down, making his shirt wet as he stroked her back, holding her close. “I’m so-o-o messed up,” she sobbed.

“Where’s Marta?” Johnny asked a few minutes later after throwing the door open, a snow-covered red-and-gold package under his arm. As he pulled off his jacket and sat down, Gil noticed his eyes were the same colour as the wrapping paper.

“Outhouse,” he told him, pointing with a thumb. “Said she wanted to clean up before you got back.”

“I feel so bad for her, dude.” Johnny turned the gift he’d retrieved over in his hands. “At least we can hope Mom and Dad are still alive. But what she saw, man…”

“We saw it too,” he reminded his brother. “Poor fucking Granddad.”

“Yeah,” Johnny agreed. “Nobody ever had a better grandfather. Even if he kept marrying younger women.”

They laughed and were trading jokes about the old man when Marta returned, stepping inside, shivering. Gil looked her over, remembering the kiss, trying for a secret moment to think of her as a woman instead of somebody from his family. She still didn’t look like her usual happy-go-lucky self, but she seemed better with her makeup cleaned off and that amused little smirk she always made breaking across her lips.

She welcomed Johnny back and, noticing how obviously stoned he was, warned him that he had better have saved some for her. After he pulled a big bag of grass out to show her, she sat between the twins and asked, “So, what’s this present you needed to go risking your neck for out in Vampire Forest?” Grinning pridefully, Johnny handed her the box, still damp in spots where snowflakes had melted. She took the ribbon and stuck it to his chest, then started laughing once she’d torn off the paper and peered under the lid. After reaching inside, she removed two pink fuzzy-bunny slippers and smiled. “Thanks, guys,” she said, holding them close as tears of joy started streaming down her cheeks. “I love bunnies.”

“We know,” the twins answered at the same time.

About an hour later, Gil was outside, under the starry sky, pissing on a bush. He heard Johnny behind him, shuffling his way out of the cabin. “We have an outhouse for that,” his brother said, coming up beside him and unzipping his fly. As they watered the shrub together, Johnny mentioned Marta was sleeping. “I know it’s pervy,” he said. “But she’s kind of pretty.”

“For an aunt,” Gil granted.

“She kisses better than my girlfriend,” Johnny added just as a strange sound came out of the forest: a screech escort bursa and a wail, like something was dying horribly. “What the fuck was that?”

“Dunno.” Gil shook his freezing dick and zipped back up. “How many weird sounds come out of that forest every night?”

“Plenty,” his brother admitted, remembering how they’d often listened when they were younger, afraid to fall asleep. “But that was a really bad one.”

Marta was lying on the old loveseat when they went back inside, her eyes closed, breathing deeply. Johnny gently placed a woolen blanket over her as Gil put another log on the fire. “You were right,” he said, staring at her delicate features, content and warm in the firelight. “She is…” he whispered.

“Do me a favor and give me five minutes before you come upstairs?” Johnny asked. “I need to…” He made the universal jacking motion with his left hand.

“Sure,” Gil agreed, taking a seat. “Go ahead.”

The cabin was cold, with bright light pouring through the windows when Marta woke up. She pulled her blanket over her shoulders and poked the ashes in the fireplace, searching for coals. Once she’d made a glowing pile, she put kindling on, then larger chips and sticks, leaving breathing room, just like Johnny had said. The main area was warming up, with medium logs burning brightly as the boys came downstairs in their briefs, jackets, and hats.

They talked about the day ahead as they made breakfast and started tidying up. The place was in a shambles, and it was most evident in daylight. Boiled eggs bobbed in rumbling water as toast browned on little wire holders placed near the fire. After eating, Johnny swept the floors as Gil found planks, nails, and a hammer to fix the wall upstairs. Marta cleaned the kitchen, complaining about gender roles in a post-apocalyptic society.

After a flurry of banging, the wall was repaired, and everybody gathered around Gil’s patch job. “Nice work,” Marta complimented, feeling down near the fresh wood to see if any breeze was coming in. The back of her pants slipped down a little, and Gil couldn’t help but stare at the exposed bit of flesh. Johnny saw him doing it, but he didn’t care. He was perving too, right there beside him.

“Hot,” Johnny mumbled.

“What?” Marta asked, twisting around to stare at him.

“Umm,” he stumbled. “I meant…”

“It’s nice out today,” Gil offered weakly, pointing to the window. “Sun’s bright, no wind. We should go ice fishing.”

The lake was close, just a stone’s throw past a patch of poplar trees, a dozen tall ones, their skeleton branches reaching high into the deep blue sky. They wandered past the trees with a box of tackle and a single rod… an old one from way back. The spool was clunky, but they had plenty of line. Johnny told tall tales about the many massive fish he’d caught in the lake, lamenting that he’d never had a camera to prove what he described.

Marta hesitated at the frozen shore, but Gil took her mittened hand. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ve done this a thousand times and have never fallen in.”

“All right,” she agreed, letting him lead the way onto the ice.

They found a spot out in the open, not quite halfway to the middle. A flat, white expanse extended in every direction, their footprint trails the only features closer than the boulder-ridden snow-bank beach. Gil cleared a spot, brushing clean a small area down to the bumpy grey ice. He held his hand out to Johnny, backing away as his brother drew his knife. The blade struck once, then twice, and as Johnny chipped away, Marta seemed to notice something in the distance.

“Is that a…?” Her voice trailed off.

Gil checked where she was looking and grabbed his brother’s jacket before he managed another stab. “It’s a fucking bear.”

“That’s impossible,” Johnny said, staring. “Aren’t they all supposed to be hibernating or something?”

The creature, at first glance just a black spot lumbering around on the ice, had started moving toward them at an accelerated pace. “It’s seen us,” Marta said.

“We should run!” Gil shouted, throwing down his rod.

As they raced across the frozen lake, the bear drew closer. They heard a growl as Johnny shouted, “Run faster! It smells like rotten garbage!”

Marta was ahead of them when the ice shuddered with a groan. “What do we do?” she asked, sliding to a stop and looking back. There was something wrong with the bear. She could see it right away. Its eyes glowed red, it had fangs as big as its head, and its razor-sharp claws were far too long and pointy. She screamed, “Vampire bear!”

“Shit!” the twins cried simultaneously.

Ignoring the groans of the ice and the cracks that were forming, they fled towards the thin spots where puddles of lake water seeped through. A loud snap rang out as the frozen surface of the lake split into two massive plates. The world tilted and the boys leapt, hanging on to the fractured ice, but Marta slid past them, screaming until there was a splash. “No!” Johnny shouted, reaching into the freezing water and grabbing hold of her. Gil moved in to help, smelling something rancid behind his head–warm breath followed by a loud snap. The vampire bear was an arm’s length away, balancing on its slab of ice, trying desperately to take a bite.

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Melanie was visiting her parents from college for Christmas. Hazel and Philip thought some privacy would suit their situation, so they rented a private cabin in the mountains.

Melanie was bringing her new boyfriend, Alex. She had plenty of boyfriends before, but the way she gushed about this one was different. Maybe she had met her one?

Hazel and Philip were both anxious about how much Alex knew about them. Melanie had not been forthcoming with her expectations for this holiday season, and they did not like to ask in case they accidentally put ideas in her head. All they could do was prepare as best they could to ensure their daughter and her boyfriend got the best possible Christmas.

The cabin had exposed ceiling beams and wooden walls. The couches were covered in plush draperies of patchwork reds and greens. A genuine log fireplace basked everything in a cozy glow.

They hung holly, fairy lights, and even some cheeky mistletoe over the front door. A large floor-to-ceiling presented a scenic view of the snowy landscape. It was the perfect holiday backdrop.

A text from Melanie alerted them she was almost there.

Hazel and Philip waited outside in their Christmas sweaters for her arrival, kneeling silently in the snow.

The temperature was in the low 20s and getting colder. Their teeth chattered, and their breath was misty.

It was twenty minutes before a black BMW Alpina blinded them with its bright headlights. It must have been Alex’s vehicle since they were still making payments on the Range Rover Evoque they bought for Melanie when she graduated high school.

Melanie climbed out from the front passenger seat and greeted her kneeling parents with a wave in her knitted gloves. She looked adorable in her short-waisted white puffer jacket and a mink fur pom-pom hat. A Nappa leather bag with diamond quilting was on a gold chain over her shoulder. With her shocking blue eyes, her long thick hair in acorn waves, and her knee-high suede platform boots trimmed in white fur, she was an arctic goddess.

Alex joined her, crunching through the snow. He wore a Gorski parka with bleached and natural fox fur trim. Philip and Hazel knew Melanie liked her men tall and athletic, but Alex was built like a linebacker. It was almost as if she picked her men specifically to be the exact opposite of her balding skinny-fat father. Her boyfriends always reminded Philip of the boys at school who gave him swirlies and wedgies.

Hazel admitted that Alex was a good-looking guy with his soft, clean-shaven jawline, muscles, and full lips. He was just the type who would never have given her a second thought back when she was Melanie’s age.

Hazel sometimes wondered how Melanie shared their DNA. She ought to have been created by far superior genetics than what they possessed. It was not just Melanie’s looks that attracted people to her, she had a natural charisma and effervescence that Hazel could only have dreamed of.

As embarrassing as they must have been to Melanie, at least they knew that by working 80- hours a week, they had paid for her elite education and lifestyle choices. Whatever their failures as parents, of which there were many, at least they could say they gave her the best possible start in life.

‘Mom, Dad,’ said Melanie, wrapping her arm around Alex’s waist, ‘this is Alex.’

‘A pleasure,’ said Alex, ignoring that they were both on their knees in the snow.

‘Hey, Dad,’ said Melanie enthusiastically, ‘why don’t you go ahead and bring in our cases? Mom can take our coats and get us some drinks. Come on, babe,’ she said, taking Alex by the hand, ‘it’s freezing out here.’

Hazel exchanged a wide-eyed look with her husband before following the young couple inside the cabin.

Philip clambered from the snow and plodded to the trunk. He recognized Melanie’s white leather luggage engraved with her personalized monogram as the set he had bought her last Christmas. It was sometimes hard to tell if she actually liked her presents. It always filled him with joy to know he had made a good choice for his princess.

Alex had brought two large leather bags that were quite heavy as Philip hoisted them over his shoulders. It was a struggle to carry everything inside in just a single trip.

Melanie lambasted him as soon as he opened the front door for letting the cold air in.

‘Sorry, Princess,’ he said, closing the door behind him with his foot.

Melanie and Alex were relaxing on the couch, warming themselves by the fireplace. Melanie wore a knitted cream turtleneck tucked into tight white wash jeans with a Balenciaga logo buckle belt. Alex was in a black slim-fit dress shirt and matching pants. An intricate winged buckle belt broke the black with a dash of silver.

Hazel brought them two glasses şişli escort of the mulled wine Philip had spent the afternoon preparing, placing them on coasters on each of the two side tables.

Melanie crossed her leg and lifted the sole of her boot. ‘They got covered in snow,’ she whined adorably.

‘Oh dear,’ said Hazel, ‘let me help you with that please, Princess.’ She kneeled on the rug before her daughter and started to lick around and between the ridges of her boot.

Melanie smiled. ‘Hey, Dad,’ she said sweetly after he returned from dropping their luggage in the master bedroom, ‘be a good host and come clean the snow off my boyfriend’s shoes.’

Philip joined his wife on the rug. The hot fire blazed behind their backs. Alex was stoic as he lifted his shoe. Philip flushed as he licked slowly up and down the Italian leather oxford.

Melanie and Alex lifted their glasses and clinked them together in a toast to themselves and sipped.

‘What did I tell you,’ said Melanie.

‘You were right,’ said Alex, ‘they really are this pathetic.’

Melanie scoffed. ‘You haven’t seen anything yet. INSPECTION!’

Philip jumped away from Alex’s shoe at the sudden rise in his daughter’s voice. He immediately unzipped his pants and wriggled them quickly down to his ankles. His tiny cock was safely locked away within a stainless steel chastity cage complete with a catheter tube and padlocked in brass.

Melanie bounced on her seat, clapping and laughing.

Alex smirked. ‘It looks painful.’

‘Oh, it is,’ said Melanie, ‘we call this model “the Merciless.” Escape is truly impossible. I’m the only one who can release him, and I’ve had his keys with me at college all year. He hasn’t even come close to a release in months and months. Isn’t that funny?’

‘I can’t even imagine it. Why is he wearing it?’

‘Because he’s a twisted, perverted old fuck who has dirty thoughts about his own daughter and who can’t be trusted not to play with his disgusting little cocklette. Right, Dad?’

‘Yes, Princess.’

Alex shook his head with utter disdain for the weaker man on his knees before him. Philip looked ashamedly at the floor.

‘You’re a cruel woman.’

Melanie bit her lip and reached to rub her fingers down Alex’s crotch. ‘Don’t pretend like you don’t love it you sadistic fuck.’

Alex leaned in close and kissed her. They lightly circled their tongues and sucked on each other’s lips. Melanie slowly unbuckled Alex’s belt, and Alex shimmied his pants down just below his crotch. His semi-erect cock revealed itself, pulsing proudly with arousal.

Philip stared. It was larger than any cock had seen before and was still getting larger as his daughter caressed the lips of her boyfriend with her tongue.

Melanie finally pulled away and gave her dad a sultry pout. Nervous sweat trickled down Philip’s forehead. Evil mischief intensified in her beautiful blue eyes.

‘Impressive, right, Mom?’

‘Yes, Princess,’ said Hazel, edging closer over the rug, slipping in front of her husband without even a glance.

‘So much better than Dad’s, right?’

‘Definitely.’

Philip was never much of a lover. But no matter how many dildos or fingers she fucked herself with, nothing compared to the real thing. Alex’s cock was special. It pleased her daughter. It deserved respect and worship.

She took it in her hands as Melanie continued to make out with Alex. She slowly jerked from the shaft to just below the underside tip and flicked her tongue beneath the head. Alex moaned and his cock grew even larger at the dual sensations of mother and daughter.

Philip’s own little cocklette twitched inside its prison. The immediate slap of metal taught him a lesson. He knew to look away to avoid the torture, but he couldn’t do it. He was compelled to watch as both his punishment and pleasure.

Hazel continued teasing Alex by laying worshipful kisses all over his cock and keeping her doe-eyes fixed on his face to gauge his reaction. When she thought he was ready, she opened her jaw as wide as she could and carefully swallowed all the way down the base and bobbed, massaging his frenulum with her tongue.

‘Arrrgh,’ said Alex pulling back from Melanie, and closing his eyes, ‘oh fuck, that’s good.’ His large chest inflated and deflated as his breath got heavy. He growled as he trembled excitedly, holding onto Hazel’s hair and squeezing his fingers into his palm.

Hazel was proud to swallow his cum. It was warm and powerful in her stomach.

‘Was that good, Babe?’ said Melanie.

‘Oh, fuck, that was incredible. I could go again.’

Melanie laughed and rose from the couch. She walked to the front door and plucked off the mistletoe. She bounded back and held it aloft over the head of her mom.

‘Come on, Dad,’ she said, ‘thank my boyfriend for your treat.’

Philip shimmied to his wife on his knees. ‘Thank you,’ he said.

‘Sir,’ added Alex.

Philip flushed and nodded. mecidiyeköy escort ‘Sir.’

‘You’re welcome, bitch.’

‘Okay,’ said Melanie, ‘pretend for five minutes like you still love each other.’

Hazel and Philip closed their eyes and leaned in for a kiss.

Philip winced at the salty taste of Alex’s cum lingering inside his wife’s mouth. A single tear trickled down his cheek as his own cocklette strained inside its cage.

Alex enjoyed the show, resting his hands behind his head like a champion. ‘She never even gagged. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.’

Melanie placed her hand on her hip as she dangled the mistletoe over the heads of her parents. Her erect nipples showed through her sweater. ‘It took a looong time to train her. I used to lock her face in a dildo gag harness. She spent all day and night like that. Her constant gagging got super annoying. She got it eventually, though.’

Hazel remembered those days as the most hellish of her entire life. She had felt as if she was on the edge of suffocation. And just as she got used to one size, Melanie increased it. It reached the point where no human could ever possess a cock as massive as the silicone ones rammed down her throat. She remembered her muffled pleas, staring at her daughter through the tight straps of her facial harness. Melanie, to her credit, never deviated. Hazel had to admit, the results were worth the struggle.

Melanie was so much like the girls Hazel had crushed on back in college. Those Alpha Theá girls. The ones who she spent her evenings massaging as they chatted to their boyfriends on the phone. The ones she volunteered her time to complete their chores and assignments. The ones she felt happy just to be allowed to be near them.

It was why she had gotten into the habit of sniffing Melanie’s dirty panties while fingering herself. It was the worst day of her life when Melanie caught her squirting with her panties over her head.

There was no explaining or escaping what she had done. All she could do was beg for Melanie not to tell anyone what a freak her mother was. She offered to do anything so long as Melanie kept her awful secret a secret.

She should have suspected a trap when Melanie made her get on her hands and knees and lick between her toes while repeating what a dirty whore she was. Although, had she known Melanie was recording the whole thing on her phone, would it have made any difference? Hazel was exactly where she wanted to be.

She continued to willingly give Melanie all the blackmail material she would ever need to destroy her life several times over. It was everything she had ever wanted.

Melanie snatched the mistletoe away and discarded it across the floor, clearly bored with her parents’ antics. ‘Time for presents!’

She parked herself back on the couch next to Alex and clicked her fingers in the general direction of the master bedroom.

Philip understood. He slowly got to his feet to fetch two large Santa sacks full of gifts. Sometimes he worried about what might happen to him if he got too sick to work. Melanie had expensive tastes. If he wasn’t upkeeping her lifestyle, what use was he to her? What if she just flushed his chastity key down the toilet after leaving his life forever?

He had been a total virgin before he met Hazel. His only sexual gratification had come from the rejection of girls way out of his geeky league. He found himself craving rejection. He sought the meanest, hottest girls who would turn him down in the cruelest ways possible. It was awesome. Even better if the girl already had a boyfriend who would hunt him down and kick his scrawny ass. Those guys like Alex…

Philip never really grew out of it. Even as he tried to start a vanilla life with Hazel, he spent hours watching cuckold humiliation videos and reading erotica. The few times he had sex with his wife, he was imagining another man doing the deed.

When Melanie began displaying the same dominant traits as the girls he had worshipped as a teen, he had never stood much of a chance to resist.

Melanie already knew all his secrets. She had somehow gained access to his complete internet history. She sat next to him on the couch and rubbed his cock as she told him about all that dirty Daddy/Daughter cuckold porn she had found. He came quickly when she whispered in his ear that it did not just have to be a fantasy anymore.

Melanie and Alex sat like royalty for Philip to bring them their presents, like royalty awaiting tribute. Melanie pointed to her boot and Hazel began to kiss it as Philip handed over the carefully gift-wrapped boxes from the sacks.

Melanie got everything she wanted and more. A stainless steel apple watch. Cashmere pom-pom slippers. Bottega Veneta Credit Card Case. A crystalized Chanel phone case. A Tiffany love bracelet, various luxury body lotions, moisturizers, and makeup. Gift cards to exclusive boutiques and spas, and the cold hard cash of five thousand escort istanbul dollars.

They had not known exactly what to buy Alex, but he seemed satisfied with the Connected Calibre Smartwatch, Arc5 Electric Shaver, and Perry loafers.

‘Not bad,’ said Alex, investigating the insole of his new shoe.

‘Try them on,’ said Melanie with a mischievous smile.

Alex nodded. ‘Maybe your Dad can help me with that?’

Philip hung his head as he methodically untied the laces of Alex’s shoes and slipped them from his feet. Alex wriggled his toes beneath Philip’s nose and Philip recoiled from the smell.

‘You know,’ said Alex with a grin, ‘I really don’t need those old shoes anymore.’

Melanie smiled. ‘You’re right. It seems kind of pointless to take them back home with you. Hey!’ she declared, raising a finger, ‘why don’t you buy them, Dad?’

Philip looked up at her in horror.

‘Saaaaay, a thousand dollars? I mean, you’ve got to make a profit, right, babe?’

‘Each,’ added Alex.

‘Perfect,’ said Melanie. ‘Oh,’ she said, placing her bag on her lap and rummaging inside to produce a roll of black duct tape. ‘This ought to do it. Hold one to your face, Dad.’

‘Yes, Princess,’ he said, always amazed at how a few months in chastity had turned his brain into complete submissive mush.

He picked up one of the shoes and held the insole against his nose to breathe in Alex’s strong smell.

Melanie wrapped the duct tape several times around the sole and the back of her dad’s head. There would be no easy escape unless Philip wanted to cut through his hair.

‘What do you say?’ she said as she placed the duct tape back in her bag.

‘Thank you, Princess,’ said Philip.

‘And what about Alex?’

‘Thank you, Sir.’

Melanie and Alex laughed heartily.

Melanie pulled her phone from her jean pocket and started taking pictures. ‘The sisters will love this. Hey, maybe, you’ll finally be voted “loser of the year?” Honestly, I’m kind of sick of Alison’s losers always winning.’

‘Yes, Princess,’ said Philip. ‘I hope so.’

‘Okay,’ she said, kicking her mom’s jaw away from her boot, ‘your turn, Bitches.’ She pulled from her bag a smaller, glossy black icon bag marked by an italic golden G insignia. ‘Nothing is wrapped, because I mean, why would it be? Buuuut-‘ she rummaged inside and produced two silver nipple clamps connected by a silver chain and attached with dangling bells. ‘Happy Christmas, Mom.’

Hazel gulped. Her pussy tingled at the prospect of a new pain. ‘Thank you, Princess.’

Melanie smiled. ‘Take off your sweater.’

Hazel trembled with anticipation as she obeyed the order and presented her breasts to her daughter.

Melanie attached each clamp to her mom’s hard nipples. She grabbed the chain and yanked it back, forcing her mom to shuffle closer to avoid having her nipples painfully stretched.

‘Okay,’ she said, still pointing her camera, ‘play us a Christmas tune.’

Hazel tried her best, bouncing on the spot to jingle the bells to the tune of Frosty the Snowman which brought great laughter from Melanie and Alex.

‘And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Dad,’ said Melanie, pulling out a black leather paddle from her icon bag. ‘Look how cute! Perfect for on-the-road discipline, huh?’

Philip clenched his buttocks in anticipation. ‘Yes, Princess. Thank you.’

‘Annnnnd-‘ she said triumphantly, flipping the paddle to reveal the word BITCH imprinted on the rear.

Alex laughed. ‘Perfect.’

‘Alright, bitch,’ she said, bend over, ‘let’s try it out.’

Philip assumed the position, crouching his body low to the floor and raising his buttocks as high as he could. It was an uncomfortable position for a man of his advancing years to hold.

‘Hey, Babe? Want to make my Dad your bitch?’

Alex took the paddle from her with a huge smirk. ‘I’d love to.’ He rose to his feet and unbuttoned his cuffs to roll his sleeves up his muscular arms. His forearm flexed as he tightened his strong grip around the handle.

Philip braced himself. How could he not win the biggest loser this year? He was a middle-aged man with his nose trapped inside the old shoe of his daughter’s boyfriend that he paid two thousand dollars for while his wife played a Christmas tune using the bells on her nipple clamps and his tiny cocklette twitched in the cage his daughter held the key for. That had to be some sort of new low for mankind.

Alex crashed the paddle across Philip’s ass making his flabby cheeks jiggle. The leather covering over the paddle had subtly disguised the steel within.

Melanie cheered as her boyfriend brought it back for another firm swat. Alex hit with such force that Philip crashed down to the floor, reaching behind himself to protect his stinging, reddening rear.

‘Keep going,’ said Melanie, ‘one more time.’

Philip’s arms were weak as he raised himself quivering back into position. He flinched as he heard the heavy woosh through the air. He howled as the steel caught the underside of his thighs. Tears formed in his eyes, more so from the humiliation than the pain.

‘Oh fuck, yes,’ said Melanie. ‘Great job, Babe. I can see “Bitch” nicely imprinted on his ass. God, that’s so fucking hot.’

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Like most things, the echo of hooves died quickly out on the Hawk’s Road. Engineers had somehow suspended the cobbled path along the ridge. On one side, a declivity fell hundreds of feet down to the sea. On the other, rested a barren chasm, dark with volcanic glass. King Vel Tullius smiled down at the sea from the window of his carriage. He had been crowned king a month ago in Ostia Novus. This was his first return to the palace since he and his party had toppled the wicked tower. He looked up to see Accipiter Cubitum’s remaining spires twisting and towering above him. The damaged palace seemed to perch on the cliff like a hawk’s nest. He could see workmen repairing the building where the fallen stones had plummeted. Vel shivered. It was not the sight of the palace that made his body shudder, but his mother’s work on his cock with her tongue. He held her head firmly as the queen slurped and gurgled. “Does it frighten you, Naevia? Returning to the palace, I mean.”

“No, it does not, Your Majesty.” Princess Naevia laced the last two words with sarcasm. She wasn’t used to her brother’s ascending titles. But then, it was quite surreal being a princess. “This was the place where we saved the Surround. Where you tamed evil.” She regarded the company on the cushioned bench across from her. Her mother sat next to Vel, leaning over to suck his cock. Valeria sat on the floor between his legs, lovingly sucking on his balls. It looked a bit awkward for both women to manage their positions with their burgeoning bellies. But they seemed to manage. “What do you think, Mother? Do you fear returning to the place that almost killed you?”

“Mmmmppppphhhhhhh,” Cassia said.

“I don’t know why we couldn’t just magic ourselves to the palace.” Dellia leaned against the carriage’s window next to Naevia, her chin resting on her hand. She looked quite bored. “This is taking forever.”

“My Imperator … ugh … craves adventure.” Vel smiled and leaned his head back on the cushion behind him. He could feel the rattle of the wheels, but he didn’t care. “But sometimes … we … ugh … have to take things slowly. Give the people … what they expect.” He was getting close to his release, which was good. He didn’t want to arrive at the palace with his queen and his servant servicing him. People guessed at his relationship with his mother and sister. But it was best not to make it explicit. Similarly, Valeria’s metamorphosis into servility had shown the people his strength, but Vel did not think it polite to have her slurp his balls in public.

“You better cum, Vel. We’re getting close.” Naevia winked at him from across the carriage, her smile wide. She loved watching him with his women.

“My … uuuggghhhhhh … thoughts … exactly … aaaaaahhhhhhhh.” He held his mother’s head tight and unloaded into her mouth. She drank everything he offered.

~~

The months passed quickly at the beginning of the Tullius reign. Not all the generals bowed immediately to the copper crowns now worn by Vel, Naevia, and Cassia. But when Vel traveled with Valeria to the Sparrow Islands, Antibynum, or the Gates of Xellas, he was mostly able to bring them in line without bloodshed. They had only to see their old queen groveling before him, serving him, and singing his praises. Once seen in the flesh, it was clear that the older order had passed.

Circe came in and out of her father’s life like a flickering shadow. She refused land and title, but she was happy to run difficult errands for Vel when she was not helping her mother or learning more of the world.

Back in Ostia Novus, Gallio accepted his old ducal role. He offered Cassia her familiar seat by his side, but she declined. Even though she understood that he had been bewitched by Brynhild, she did not return to her marriage.

With Lady Norbana’s husband now detained by the state, Vel did offer her hand to his father in Cassia’s stead. And Gallio took it. Norbana may have been a coward, but she possessed Hekate’s azure light, and was thus quite valuable to Gallio. Nicias and Norbana were made Lord and Lady and given a small estate in Ostia Novus. Not long after, a baby was born to them. Nicias swore to bring it up as his own, and would let no ill be spoken of the child. There were rumblings in the city, however, that the baby had an unusual deformity and barely cried.

Over time, other pregnancies moved to term. Naevia was the first of Vel’s women to birth him a child, not counting the goddess Hekate. They brought into the world a healthy girl. Not a week later, Dellia also birthed a daughter. It was the first time an Imperator had given birth. Mostly because the title had been held by men until the wicked tower fell. Cassia was next with another healthy girl. Vel received word from his father that Norbana had also delivered a girl.

This put some pressure on Vel to find himself a wife to take his mother’s place as queen. Rumors that he had fathered the children were omnipresent şişli escort throughout the Surround. Vel, however, resisted.

Valeria was the last to bear Vel a child that year. Vel could see the love in her face when she carried the crying babe about the palace. It seemed whatever the satyr had done to Valeria had been undone. She was a woman both diminished and enhanced. She almost always wore her maple circlet, her cherished gift from the dryads. She believed it to be a humble symbol of her renascence. But, of course, it was much more.

A special nursery was furnished near the royal chambers. Cassia and Naevia officially had their own private rooms across a long hall from Vel. But they spent most of their nights and evenings either in the nursery, or with Vel. Cassia, not having the stamina of her daughter, often slept next to Vel and Naevia as the mattress bounced under her. Brother and sister could never get enough of each other. It wasn’t very long after Naevia had born him their child that they got started on another.

~~

Rather than use the Vulpes, Vel disbanded the service. They would have need of spies, but not those that had sought to murder and undermine what he loved. He thought on how to form a new service, when Princess Naevia came to him with a solution.

“Have you heard, Your Majesty, that magic has returned across the Surround? New witches, mages, sorcerers, and sorceresses have sprung up as weeds in a fertile garden.” Naevia spoke softly so as not to wake her sleeping mother. She climbed into bed, her heavy breasts hanging below her.

“I have.” Vel gazed at her copper curls and sweet face in the light of a single lamp. It was quite late and she was just returning from the nursery. “Did the babe drink her fill, my princess?”

“She did.” Naevia laughed. She knew where this was going, and she enjoyed these affections from her brother immensely.

“Did she drain you, or is there still more for me?” Vel let her climb his naked body and they kissed for a while.

Eventually, Naevia withdrew her lips from his. “There is always more for you, Vel.” She climbed a little further and eased her nipple into his mouth. “Aaaahhhhh, that feels sublime.”

“Mmmmpppphhhh.” Vel drank.

“With so many learning and training their new powers, we have a whole sea of nascent allies.” She cradled his head as she spoke. “They know we freed the world’s magic and let the seeds fly and take root. They see what we did to the tower and the old queens. They look to us now. Not only as their rulers but as the vanguard of the azure light.”

Vel pulled off her nipple. He swished the warm sweetness around his mouth and swallowed. “What do you propose?”

“Well, first I propose that you slide yourself into your loving sister.” She wiggled her hips back down his long frame, reached under her, and guided him in. “Ohhhhhh … that’s better.” She sighed. “Now that we’ve … ugh … settled that … I propose we form … an administration of and for … the magically gifted.”

“A force … of spies … who can see … from anywhere?”

“And soldiers … and governors … and engineers … and whatever they wish to … help with.” Naevia’s hips found their rhythm. She was never more at home than when she was skewered by Vel.

“That sounds … wonderful. What do we offer them … beside our past deeds?” Vel licked a dribble of milk from her shaking boob.

“We offer … to train them. Perhaps your … divine mistress would guide us. I’m sure … Mother and Dellia, and even Valeria would help.” Naevia’s shook her hips, stopped her thrusting, and went quiet as a minor orgasm swept through her. In a minute, her hips started up again. “And for those women … with magical dexterity … and loyalty … you might seed them. You could give them the gift … you have given … me. It seems hardly … fair to hoard your cum … in the palace.”

“I wasn’t aware … that I was hoarding.” He smiled up at his sister. She was of course right that they had an opportunity to usher in a new golden age of magic. He wondered how many gifted women would bear him children. “I suppose … you would want to … supervise my efforts … with these women.”

“Who else would tell you where to put your cock, Vel? You’d be … uh … uh … uh … clueless without your sister.” Naevia swooned thinking of watching so many women shudder and moan in her brother’s arms. “But perhaps I will … watch from afar. I do not wish … to scare the poor things.” A massive orgasm built within her. A few minutes later, they came together.

~~

Days later, Vel told his mother of Naevia’s plan.

“How many … ugh … women are we … talking about?” She sat on her son’s lap in his writing chair facing away from him. They both gazed out the window as she rocked her hips in little circular motions.

“I don’t know. It could be hundreds … I suppose.” He gripped her waist, feeling her muscles dance with her movements on him.

“And what of … the men. Will you bestow … mecidiyeköy escort your gift on sorcerers?” It was an honest question. She didn’t know how far he would take his new administration of the blue light.

“Um … no.” Vel frowned. He tried to justify his choice in his mind, and settled on an answer. “Women make for better … leaders … than men. They … can better be trusted … ugh … with power.”

“That … is … true.” Cassia dug her fingers into his thighs, supporting her weight so she could bounce on him. “And do you need … to sow their … fields? Is there … another way? Have you asked the … goddess?”

“Circe asked her … for us. And yes … I do.” It seemed his mother went into a bit of a frenzy on top him when he said those words.

“So … many … grandchildren.” Cassia had never in her wildest dreams thought that her blood would flow in the veins of so many. “Will you … care for them … all?”

“The crown … will provide.” He watched her hair whip as she spasmed on him, her ass clenching spasmodically on his dick. When her orgasm passed, Cassia’s body undulated in a more gentle motion.

“Will you … still love our child … with so many others competing for your … affection?”

“Don’t worry, Mother.” He reached around her and held her heavy breast. “There is nothing to … fear.” He wiped sweat from his brow and looked over at the dark-haired, fair-skinned woman crouched in the corner. “Will you fetch me a refreshment, Valeria?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Valeria shot up and grabbed the jug from the king’s bedside table. She carefully poured and brought him a cup. She watched him drink with satisfaction. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Your Majesty?” She took the empty cup from him.

“My mother’s pussy is unattended.” Vel smiled at his servant, admiring the black stone in her circlet.

“Yes, of course.” Valeria crawled on the floor between their legs.

“Don’t make her do that, Vel. You are enough for me.” But her son only grunted in reply. “Oooooohhhhhhhh, Valeria, …” Cassia purred as the woman’s tongue found her button. “You have become … very … good … at that.”

~~

It took many months of vetting, training, and testing to decide on the first woman to be an archmage in the new administration. Portia Verra was a woman in her twenty-seventh year. Her husband was a tanner, and she had helped with his work until the wicked tower fell. Her powers had gradually built after that. Her natural aptitude was in construction. She was located and recruited by the blue light administration, trained by Princess Naevia herself. When she was offered a night in the king’s bed to boost her power, she at first demurred. Naevia did not press Portia. But a week later, after thinking it over, Portia agreed.

“I am here, Your Majesty.” Portia’s legs trembled as she curtsied in the doorway. She had taken it as an immutable truth that she would lie with no other man but her husband. But here she was, having agreed to allow King Vel between her legs. She blinked as she looked around the room. His chambers were far larger than her entire house. She nearly gasped when she noticed Valeria massaging the king’s feet. Whatever doubts she’d had about this offer evaporated upon seeing the former queen, once at the zenith of power, performing such a task for Vel.

“Ah, come in, Portia.” Vel smiled and patted Valeria on the head. “Run along now, we wish to have some privacy.”

Portia tried not to stare at the former queen, who was clearly pregnant again, as the older woman rushed past her and closed the doors. “So, that’s Valeria. And what became of her sister? Stories are unclear if she still lives.”

“Well, you have a direct way about you.” Vel stood and stretched his toes. He felt quite good. “Cesphea rode a wayward sorceress to their mutual deaths.” He stood, noticing the awe in Portia’s eyes. Most people of the Surround had not seen a person a good foot taller than them, and it made quite the first impression. “I will add that Cesphea wasn’t Valeria’s sister. I shall tell you the story later, if you’re interested?”

“I am interested, Your Majesty.” Portia blushed and curtsied again. She was only starting to get used to being in the presence of Princess Naevia. She was traveling in unfamiliar waters. “So, how does this work? I have only ever been with two men. A gardener when I was nineteen and my husband. He is not keen on this, by the way.”

Vel laughed. “The gardener wishes you not to gain great magic?”

“My husband wishes me to keep my legs closed,” she said flatly.

“You remind me of my daughter.” He saw the awed look cross her face again. It was known that Circe was a demi-goddess. “I promise I will keep myself from between you and your husband.” Vel removed his robes and stood before her. He watched her gaze fall to his hanging cock several times before fixing on his eyes.

“It seems men come in all shapes and sizes.” Portia’s heart beat like hummingbird wings. She was crazy istanbul escort for doing this. “Does it get even bigger?”

“I’m afraid it does.” Vel nodded. “I promise to go slow.”

“It’s not a question of speed, Your Majesty.” Portia’s expression turned dubious. “It’s a question of my aperture, and your royal … thing being mismatched.” She pointed at his penis for emphasis, as if he might not have noticed his own size.

“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.” Vel walked up to her, she now maintained steady eye contact. Naevia had been right to pick Portia as their first. He caressed her rosy cheek with the back of his hand.

“No, I’m here for the magic. Whatever it takes to become an archmage. I just don’t want you to be disappointed when I don’t enjoy it.” She remembered who she was talking to. “Um … Your Majesty.” A tingling warmth spread across her face from his touch. It felt delightful.

“Well, I hope it won’t be that bad.” Vel bent down and kissed Portia on the lips. At first, she went rigid but then relaxed.

Portia luxuriated in the sensations of the kiss and the pulsing heat that emanated from him. His presence was like a smooth bath of starlight. When she broke their locked lips, her chest heaved. “I have never … been kissed like that.” She didn’t know what she was expecting from the king, but it certainly wasn’t that. “What is … this heat … from your touch?”

“That’s part of the gift.” Vel’s cock rose, now at about three quarters full. He watched her eyes fall to it and widen.

“Shall I get you ready, Your Majesty?” Portia’s mind was equal parts fire and fear. She prayed he would not destroy her vagina.

“I think it a better use of our time if I attend to you.” He helped her remove her stola, chest band, and linen underwear.

His words were so far away from what she expected from a king that she could not comprehend them until he placed her on the bed and put his head between her legs. Neither the gardener nor her husband had done that for her. It drove the fear from her mind, and fanned the flames of her arousal. He grabbed her forcefully by her thighs. The heat of him swirled to her core. “Oh … Your Majesty … what are you doing … not there … oooohhhhhhhh … gods.” Her head thrashed on the king’s perfect sheets. She shuddered through two enormous orgasms. When he positioned his cock at her opening, she tensed all over again. At least he had pleasured her before devastating her vagina. Portia was beyond shocked when he fit inside her, and then doubly so when joy spread from his movements. Instead of pain, she found she loved it. She realized that those first orgasms had only been an appetizer. She was now to enjoy the main course.

They didn’t talk much while Vel humped the future archmage. There were grunts, screams, and cries of joy. But words were mostly limited to Vel directing her into new positions. She was quite confused when Vel took her from behind. That was another thing the gardener and her husband had apparently not considered. She wasn’t sure how long it had been, but she was riding the king to her fifth or sixth climax when it dawned on her that this was a one-time engagement. Once he sowed her field, her enhanced magic would grow. He would not bed her again. This added a new urgency to her bucking hips.

When Portia heard the king growling below her, she was concerned at first. She thought she might have displeased him. But then it became clear that she was used to men who were quiet as mice, but her king was something more of a lion. He was letting her know his pleasure. “Yes … yes … Your Majesty … I am … uh … uh … uh … ready to receive … your gift.”

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.” Vel held her wide hips and slammed up into her pussy. He held himself there as he filled her. He was so lost in his own climax, that he barely noticed that Portia looked like a woman possessed by a forest spirit as she took his cum. When he finished, he released her hips, and she rolled off him, pulling his cock from her with a squelching plop. She lay next to him on the bed, trying to catch her breath. After a long while, she reached out to his skinny chest and ran her fingers over his fair skin. “I did not think that it would be like that. Do I have Hekate’s gift now?”

“It usually takes a while.” Vel turned his head to the side and smiled at her. She looked completely relaxed and at ease. So different from the woman who had entered his chamber a little while ago.

“Should we try again? You know … in case the magic didn’t take the first time.” Her hand worked its way down to his cock. It was still hard and wet from their combined efforts.

“What would your husband think of that?” He watched her climb back on top of him.

“He would … oooohhhhhhhh … say that … ooooohhhhh …” Her hips sank on him, spearing herself. Her body moved of its own accord. “He would … say … that he was … married to a … powerful … archmage.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the king’s chambers.

~~

“My imperator returns.” Vel sat on a thrown of maple. It was carved to resemble writhing leviathans. A much simpler seat than those of his predecessors. “How goes the south?” He was attended only by Valeria at the moment, who sat patiently at his feet.

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Mother Still Knows Best

Chapter 1

It had been almost a week since my cock was inside my girlfriend- and her mother. Five days of working at my summer job as usual, talking on the phone with Lexi at night. When her mom Crystal would answer the phone, she was her usual warm self, completely nonchalant- as if she hadn’t gagged on my cock last weekend. Lexi was also completely normal, planning our movie date this weekend without a thought to how our universe had changed- as if seeing her mom’s tits (not to mention seeing Lexi eat her mom’s pussy) hadn’t completely turned everything upside down.

I had thought many times that maybe I hallucinated the whole thing- that would be a far easier explanation for what had happened. I almost convinced myself that was the case, until Lexi ended our phone conversation the other night with “I can’t wait to feel your cock in my ass again this weekend. I hope you’ve been saving your cum for me.” Nope- not a dream.

I heeded Lexi’s request all week- I hadn’t cum since I last exploded all over (and in) her and her mom. My balls were constantly aching, begging to be drained- a task that I knew Lexi was more than up for. We had plans to go to the movies, and I was holding out hope of a movie theater blowjob- hey, after last weekend, it felt like nothing was off the table. I had seen a whole other side of Lexi, and I was dying to see more.

I got dressed and took the familiar route to Lexi’s house. I knew that she had been out with friends all day, but she had still taken the time to sext me a photo up her short skirt to show me she wasn’t wearing panties. The message had read “if only my friends knew how soaked this pussy will be with your cum tonight.” I was beginning to worry that I might not make it to nightfall before blowing my load all over her.

I pulled up in Lexi’s laneway, feeling my cock jump at the sight of the photo as I texted her that I was outside. I would usually go in and get her, but…Crystal. It’s not that I was avoiding Lexi’s mom, but I had no idea how to act around her. Now that I had seen her naked- tasted her pussy, felt my cock throb inside of her ass…I just didn’t know what to do. I decided it was best to let Lexi navigate things as she chose, and I would follow suit. Maybe Lexi could tell me what to do with my hands, when all I wanted to do is put them down her mom’s shirt.

While I awaited Lexi’s sage wisdom as to where my hands should be, I elected to put them in my pants. My cock had felt half hard all week in anticipation of what was to come, and in memory of what had been. I pulled it out of my pants, gently stroking it as I thought about Lexi’s perfect body, and the way her laugh made my cock twitch. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to wonder if she would actually suck me off in the movie theater, or if she would make me wait until the drive home. She did like to tease, but I was also hoping that she would be eager to continuing practicing the skills that her mom had taught her.

Speaking of her mom- a movement out of the corner of my eye interrupted my daydream; Crystal was standing on the porch waving at me- oh God. Where Lexi was tight and sculpted, her mom was soft and curvy- in all the right places. Her tits bounced as she waved at me, my cock twitching in my hand while I gawked. She was wearing a denim skirt even shorter than Lexi’s, and a red cropped tank top that showed off her hips. She had cleavage that you could drown in.

My cock allowed the tiniest amount of blood to head to my brain; it was then that I realized she was calling to me. I clumsily put myself away and opened the car door. “Lexi just texted to say that she’s running late and her phone was about to die…she should be here in 10 or 15 minutes.” Not wanting to be rude, I got out of the car. A wave of self-consciousness threatened to drown me as I walked up to the porch. There was no way I was going to be able to look Lexi’s mom in the eye.

Crystal bit her lip, batting her long lashes at me as she looked me up and down. “You’re welcome to wait in her room if you’d like to be more…comfortable.” She let the last word roll off her tongue, as if she knew what I had been up to just moments before. I studied my shoes.

“Th…thanks,” I said lamely. I would have shed my own skin if it got me up the stairs faster. I entered Lexi’s room and closed the door behind me. Her room looked just as it always had, but somehow different- probably because it had been the scene of last weekend’s events. I checked my appearance in the mirror, the nerves from seeing Crystal again coursing through my body. My palms were sweaty as I readjusted my clothes and fixed my hair.

I sat down on Lexi’s bed, flashing back to how her mom had interrupted us the weekend before; my mind was a reel of tits and pussy and spit and choking as I remembered Lexi and Crystal taking turns gagging on my cock.

My cock was instantly hard again, and I took it out to keep stroking. If Lexi was running late, I figured I could edge until she got there to get ready şişli escort for my hopeful movie theater blowjob. I laid back on her bed, closing my eyes and picture Lexi’s tits…or were they her mom’s? Details.

I could feel my balls pulsing, desperate to release the week-long buildup of cum. I pictured Lexi’s sexy mouth wrapping around me, my cock twitching in anticipation. I stroked slower, trying to soften myself after realizing that I was dangerously close to blowing my load already. I didn’t hear the door open.

For the second time, Crystal walked into Lexi’s room while my cock was out.

Chapter 2

“Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?” Crystal chided as she casually walked into the room.

I made a noise between a yelp and a groan, moving to grab a pillow to cover myself. It was way too late. Crystal took the pillow out of my grasp, smirking as she looked at my cock in my hand. “Hmmm, I remember you being bigger,” she said, making no effort to hide her gawking.

“I…I was trying not to cum,” I sad quietly, trying and failing to cover my cock with my hand. “I felt my entire body flush in embarrassment as she looked me up and down. My eyes focused on one of Lexi’s pink slippers on the floor.

“I came to see if you wanted a snack,” Crystal said calmly. “Clearly you do need something, but I don’t think it’s a snack. You know, I could help you with that. Well, I know you know,” she purred, inching closer to me as she licked her full lips.

I swallowed hard. I could smell her floral perfume, a stark contrast to the vanilla scent that usually surrounded Lexi. “No, no I’m okay,” I stammered. “Lexi will be here soon, and we’re going to see a movie. I was just trying to take the edge off,” I explained hastily. My cock was still half hard as I continued, “Thanks for offering, it’s just…I don’t know how Lexi would feel, and…I’ve kind of been saving my load for her all week.” I blushed as I said the last part, hoping that reminding her of Lexi would cause Crystal to back off.

“My daughter is a lucky girl,” Crystal smiled, still not taking her eyes off me. She reminded me of a predator eyeing up her prey, and suddenly I understood where the term cougar came from.

“I’m the lucky one,” I replied- and I meant it. Even with Lexi’s mom- probably the hottest woman on earth- standing in front of me ready to pounce, my cock was still twitching at the thought of her daughter’s mouth surrounding it. I thought I was getting control, getting it softer, but the thought of Lexi had me stiffening back up. Crystal’s eyes never left it, taking in every inch.

“Listen, Shane- I am going to suck your cock until my daughter gets here. You don’t have to worry about your precious load, I won’t make you cum. You can’t expect to lay there with your half hard cock out and not have me do something about it- what kind of host would I be?” she said playfully, walking slowly toward me. While her tone was playful, there was an unmistakeable edge of assertion in her voice.

“I…I don’t think…” My protest was interrupted as she hooked her fingers into my jeans and boxers and pulled them off. “Crystal, please I…”

“Shane, this is happening. I am going to suck your cock. You’d best lay back and enjoy it,” she said, this time with that mom tone that made me instantly obey. “I have thought about all of your nine inches all week. It was such a challenge to get down my throat- and I do love a challenge,” she said, beginning to stroke me.

My cock wasn’t quite hard yet, but her firm grip around the shaft soon changed that. “There he is,” she purred as she stroked. She spit in her hand, lubing up my shaft as it grew in her hand. “Last time I tried to get you in my throat it took an awful lot of spit,” she mused, more to herself than to me. “I suppose we should start there.”

She leaned over my cock, dripping a bead of spit on the tip and rubbing it in with her hand. She repeated the action a few times, until I could hear the lubrication with every stroke. “That’s it, much better- that looks like about nine inches, don’t you think?”

“Y…yes ma’am,” I said, still shocked that my girlfriend’s mom was yet again stroking my cock. I was vaguely worried about what Lexi was going to see when she came in- and how she was going to feel about it- but most of my blood had left my brain in favour of making my cock hard for her mom. Go figure.

“Just lay back, Shane,” she purred as she settled herself on her knees between my legs. I did as I was told, leaning back on Lexi’s bed while my legs hung of the side, Crystal in between them pumping my cock faster. “Your cock is going in my throat now, try not to blow your load before Lexi gets here,” she smirked, spitting on my cock one last time before she wrapped her painted red lips around it.

I moaned instantly; Crystal’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock while she sucked with such strength I thought my cum would just spontaneously explode. “Crystal!” I exclaimed, squirming under her intense touch so as not to blow my mecidiyeköy escort load down her throat.

She released, her hand cupping and massaging my balls as she laughed. “Oh, come on Shane, you’re better than that. Now that I’ve got you hard, you have to let me have some fun. I want your cock in my throat, and I am going to get it there. When Lexi gets home, she will be happy that I did all the heavy lifting.”

With that she licked me from shaft to tip, tracing the trail of her tongue with sloppy wet kisses. She spit and sucked me into a frenzy, pausing every now and then to take in my size with her eyes. At long last she squared her shoulders, taking me into her mouth. I felt the back of her throat with the tip of my cock, and then she relaxed it to slide me all the way down. She made it about halfway, and forced another couple of inches down before she gagged.

“Fuck, that is a huge cock,” she marvelled as tears sprang to her eyes. She put her head back down, choking again and coming up for air. The next time she went down I put my fingers through her hair, holding her head on me. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until she sprang up.

“Oh no, honey, I am in control now,” she said menacingly. She was clearly becoming frustrated that she couldn’t get me in her throat, and forcefully removed my hands from her hair before forcing my cock back down her throat.

She bobbed up and down relentlessly; each time the head of my cock felt her throat it slid in a little deeper. She was almost there but was gagging and drooling with such fervor that her eyes were tearing. I looked down at her, seeing her makeup running and lipstick starting to smear, and couldn’t help but think that I can’t wait to do that to Lexi too.

When I thought of Lexi again I almost lost it. My cock twitched in Crystal’s throat, and I was sure my load was coming. I pushed her head back, pulling myself out of her mouth at the very last second before I exploded.

“Crystal…fuck!” I breathed, equal measure of relief and frustration at almost losing it. “You said you wouldn’t make me cum. I told you I’m saving it for Lexi- your daughter.” I said, irritation clear in my voice.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said chastely, though the expression on her face as she licked the spit off her lips told a different story. “I’ll be good, I promise,” she continued, moving her hand back to my shaft while the other one cupped my balls. “I’ll go slow- I just want to get you all the way in. I know I can do it, it’s just going to take a little time- and a lot more spit,” she said, spitting all over my shaft for effect.

My frustration and resolve melted away as she stroked. I leaned back down, surrendering to my circumstances. “That’s it, good boy- just let me work,” she purred, flicking her tongue along the tip of my cock before trying to swallow me again. She came up for air, gasping and choking. “I’m so close, Shane, just be patient, I’m almost there and then I’ll leave you for Lexi,” she promised, forcing me down again.

I moaned- in pleasure, frustration, helplessness- her mouth felt absolutely amazing, particularly on a cock that hadn’t cum in a week. Her hands continued to massage my balls, spit pooling and making them slippery. I could feel their fullness in her hands, and was aching for a release- but I was determined to save it for Lexi.

I was picturing Lexi’s gorgeous face when I felt Crystal’s lips on my body- she was finally holding my cock all the way in her throat, her tongue almost reaching my balls. I moaned; having her mouth fully envelop me and her throat contract around my cock as she tried not to gag was sublime. She finally coughed and choked me up, a look of pure accomplishment on her face. She wiped the tears from her eyes as spit trailed down her chin. “Got it,” she said triumphantly.

I smirked- in a way, I was proud of her. It felt so good to have someone with such experience suck my cock- I knew that Lexi would get there, but it was going to take some time. “Well done,” I said, marvelling at how the spit had trailed down onto her breasts, soaking the front of her crop top.

Her eyes followed mine, noticing her soaked shirt for the first time. “Well, I guess I had better take this off, it’s soaked,” she said casually, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. Her huge tits bounced, and I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see her cleavage shining with spit, and had to look away to make my balls relax. She stepped out of her skirt next, leaving her fully naked. There was hair between her legs, neatly trimmed. My eyes followed her fingers down as she tasted herself. I didn’t stand a chance.

“Can you take more without cumming?” Crystal asked, standing and looking me up and down. I sat up, my eyes not leaving her breasts as she sucked her juices off of her fingers.

“I think so,” I said cautiously, “but you’ve gotta go easy. I really want to blow all over your daughter’s face, not yours.”

“I get it- like I said, she’s a lucky girl,” Crystal istanbul escort said genuinely. “Stand up, I want to get better leverage. Now that I’ve had you in my throat, I want more.”

I did as I was told, my cock standing straight out from my slim body. It was rock hard, and I could feel my balls ache as Crystal got down on her knees. She spat on me and stroked, rubbing my cock between her tits to lap up some of the drool from earlier. My cock was slippery and soaked as she took it back into her mouth.

Crystal wrapped her hands around my hips, each palm grabbing a handful of my ass and drawing me closer. I felt her throat open, the tip of my cock pushing through the resistance until I felt the smoothness of her throat. Her hands clenched as she fought her gag reflex, holding me in her throat for an impressive amount of time before finally choking me out. She looked up at me, spit shining down her chin as her eyes watered, a huge smile on her face.

“Much better,” she said as she went back for another round. She fucked herself in the face better than I even would have, using her hands on my ass to force me deeper and deeper into her throat. Her tongue swirled around my cock as she caught her breath, only to clamp back down on me with more intensity.

I have no idea how long she was at it; I was completely lost in the moment, trying my very hardest not to cum. Crystal was relentless, and I felt like I was invincible.

When Lexi cleared her throat, the feeling quickly left.

Chapter 3

Lexi and I locked eyes just as Crystal swallowed me yet again. Crystal’s back was to her daughter, so she didn’t realize that we were being watched. I swallowed hard- almost as hard as Crystal on my cock. Lexi stood there staring, her hand on her slender hip. She was wearing a miniskirt and skintight tank top, her long legs distracting me from her gorgeous tits. Her expression was totally unreadable, which made the moment all the more agonizing.

Crystal kept fucking her face with my cock, completely oblivious to her daughter’s voyeurism. She gagged and slurped and gargled, not noticing that my body had completely stiffened in apprehension of the moment that was about to unfold.

I tried to pull on Crystal’s hair gently, willing her to stop. “Shane, I told you- I am in control- don’t touch my head again or I am going to make you cum before my daughter gets home- then you can explain to her what happened,” she chided.

“That won’t be necessary,” Lexi finally said. Crystal froze, my cock deep in her throat. She gently released me, turning slowly to face her daughter.

“Lexi, welcome home baby. We were just….I was…getting him ready for you,” she said sheepishly. Crystal recovered quickly, standing to her full height. Her toplessness didn’t seem to bother her, even with the copious amount of drool running down her cleavage and nipples.

“Mom, Jesus,” Lexi said incredulously. “What, I’m ten minutes late so you just have to choke on my boyfriend’s cock? Last weekend was…a one-time thing. It doesn’t give you the right to suck his cock whenever you want.”

Lexi was talking about me as if I wasn’t even in the room- I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. So far, however, I was absolved from blame- that felt lucky.

“Oh, Lexi, relax,” Crystal said dismissively. “I was just getting him ready for you. I know he’s been saving his load for you all week; I wasn’t going to take it. I just thought I’d have a little fun with him- get him all riled up so that he was extra needy for you.”

Lexi rolled her eyes before she focused them back on me. “And you? My mom? Again? Seriously Shane?”

I was keenly aware of the fact that I was fully naked, cock still half hard standing beside my girlfriend’s half naked mom. Where should I even begin to explain myself? “Lex, I’m so sorry. I was up here waiting for you, and your mom…well she just sort of pounced. I told her that I was saving it all for you- that I wanted you to suck the cum out of me- but she insisted. I made her swear not to take me all the way,” I finished, as if that would matter. To my surprise, it did.

Lexi’s expression softened. “I know, I know what she’s like. I really like that you were thinking of me- and I definitely want all of that cum- none for her this time,” she said, glaring at her mom.

“You should be thanking me young lady, you only know how to suck cock because I taught you last weekend. Show some respect,” Crystal said, idly beginning to stroke my cock. “After all, mother knows best- I know exactly what men need. Really you should be begging to learn from me- begging me to teach you how to keep Shane satisfied.”

Something in Lexi’s demeanour shifted slightly. “Respect. Hmmm. Mother knows best…” She set her jaw, coming to some sort of conclusion that neither me nor Crystal was privy to. “You know what, mom? Fine. If you are so desperate to suck his cock, get to work. Show your naïve, inexperienced 18 year old daughter how to suck a cock.”

With that, Lexi sat down in her desk chair, legs spread just enough that I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties under her miniskirt. My cock instantly jumped to attention. Crystal’s hand stroked me while I stared at Lexi- I couldn’t believe that this was happening again.

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Barbara checked her watch, there was plenty of time. She looked at the door, seeing Richard and Abigail’s suitcases, they were packed and ready to go. The summer was drawing to a close, and it was time for them to return home. She thought about this summer, what a summer of discovery it had been for all three of them, her mind pleasantly drifted back, remembering things…

Richard and Abigail had become full-time lovers, Barbara encouraged them to make love whenever they felt, and she was able to watch them going at it. The door to their bedroom had never been closed, and the first time she peeked in on them, Abigail turned her head, and smiled at her, then she whispered to Richard, and he turned his head to see her.

Abigail had cooed, “Come closer Auntie Babs, feels so sexy to have you watching us.”

Barbara had done so, quickly getting naked, sitting right next to the bed. She’d masturbate to the incredible sight of brother and sister locked in that steamy incestuous embrace, Richard’s thick, hard cock buried deep in her sister’s pink folds.

With the built-up sexual tension, it didn’t take long before the room was a tumult of orgasmic cries, as Richard blew his balls deep inside Abigail’s welcoming warmth, Barbara’s flying fingers would take her over as she wildly stroked herself to completion, Abigail’s cries of completion joining in, as she felt the pulsing of his cock, then the rich liquid warmth gushing deep inside, filling her womb with his hot sperm.

When Richard would pull out, Barbara would dive in, and suck out all the thick sperm he had just pumped into Abigail, her talented tongue licking her sexy niece to another shaking orgasm.

Sometimes, when Richard was fucking Abigail, he’d want to mark her body with his load, he’d pull out, urging Abigail to take it, and as she grasped his slick rod, and began to pump it, Richard would growl and grunt, his cock jerking in Abigail’s grip, and his cock would erupt. Barbara’s heart was pounding and her pussy was gushing as she watched Richard fire his hot, white streams of spunk over Abigail’s breasts, her stomach, the cum painting white trails over her body, down over her mound, and then dribbling onto the lips of her spread open pussy.

Barbara was always eager to lick up all that hot, wet cum, and as she settled to the task, on her hands and knees, ass up and pussy inviting, Richard would grasp her hips, and impale her on his still rock-hard cock. Ahh, the hard-ons of his young, eager cock, always ready for more, and Barbara growled as she felt his bone-hard cock stuff her to the max, as she licked up the hot cum, the hot streams that Richard porno had sprayed Abigail’s body with, then went after Abigail’s throbbing orgasm trigger.

Barbara always wanted her face sprayed down, shoving two fingers up Abigail’s creaming center and working over her G spot, it didn’t take long for Abigail to explode, her girl cum splattering Barbara’s face, setting off her orgasm as Richard would grunt loudly, and his cock would fire a volley into his Auntie Babs’ soft, silken wrap.

Abigail had taken several day trips into the city, to meet up with Traci, her Victoria’s secret salesgirl, and she spent sex-drenched afternoons with her, their tongues, fingers, and toys working over each other’s bodies, cumming again and again, and Abigail couldn’t get enough of her soft skin, her luscious kisses, the feel of suckling at her stiff nipples, licking at the sweet little rosette of Traci’s ass, and tasting the rush of wet heat at her pussy.

With Traci introducing butt plugs, it just got hotter and hotter, the feeling of their assholes spreading open made them wild with lust. Traci was an energetic, eager lover, and she gave back to Abigail as good as she got, their afternoons a sex-drenched ride of pleasure.

When Abigail would get home, she’d relate every sex-drenched, explicit detail, and in her bedroom, Barbara and Richard would work her up to another frenzy, and Richard’s cock would get a good long workout, his cock pounding the two wet, very horny cunts of his sister and her Auntie. When he needed a break, the two ladies would suck his load out of each other’s cunt, and that never failed to bring him back up for another round of hot sucking and fucking pleasure.

The phone rang, and Abigail’s voice called out from the kitchen, “I’ll get it, Auntie.”

A few moments, later, she called out, “It’s for you, Auntie.”

Barbara picked up the phone, and she heard the masculine tone, “Hey sweetheart” and her heart stopped for a second. Clint, oh my god, it was Clint, he was on the phone, the 6 months had been torture, her mind started to race around. What was he calling for? Was he okay? Was he coming back, was this a goodbye call? She fought to find something to say.

She finally managed to say, “Clint?” in a very unsteady voice.

“Baby, it’s so good to hear your voice. I finally wrapped up the last of my affairs, I’ve been untangling the mess that my brother’s estate was left in when he died. If you still want me, I’m at Newark Liberty International, and I’ve already got my ticket to come back. Should I come back, for good this time?”

She felt like her heart was about to burst with porno joy, and she gasped out, “Yes, oh my god, come back this very minute. I need you so much!”

His voice a seductive growl, he said, “Okay sweetheart, my flight should get in at 10:50 PM, and I’ll see you then?”

The gates of hell wouldn’t keep her away, and she could feel her pussy start that deep down warming, when he got there, she would be more than ready.

She cooed, “I’ll be waiting for you then sweetie!”

They hung up, and Barbara realized what great timing that was. Abigail and Richard were on the 10 PM flight to San Francisco, so she could just wait right there until Clint’s plane landed, and then, when they got home…her pussy moistened delightfully, as she thought about his skill at licking her, then plunging that stiff, beautiful rod deep inside her, riding her until he exploded a thick, juicy load, splashing his cum deep inside her inner sanctum.

She could feel the lips of her pussy fattening up, the blood was rushing to her center, and her juices started to slick up her lips. She needed a good hard fucking, right now. She looked at the clock, plenty of time.

She pulled off her clothes and marched into the living room. Richard and Abigail looked over and did a double take, she saw the lust-fueled smiles as they saw her nudity.

“One last time before you go home, Richard, I want you to fuck my pussy, fill me with a thick, creamy load, Abigail, I want you to sit on my face, so I can lick you until your gush your girl cum all over my face!”

Barbara could feel her pussy, so horny and wet, virtually dripping as she lay down on the thick carpet, smiling at her niece and nephew. Abby eagerly swung her leg over Barbara’s face, she was facing towards where Richard was positioning himself, eager to watch the sight of her brother fucking Auntie Babs.

Abby grasped Barbara behind her knees, gently pulling her legs back, tilting her hips up, and spreading her open, she could see her Auntie’s cunt, all pink, wet, and slick as Richard nudged against her.

Beneath Abby’s body, the scent of her niece’s tight teen cunt filled Barbara’s nostrils, it made her lust pound.

Abby felt warm hands looping around her hips, then pulling her down, and as her Auntie’s tongue made contact with her cunt, Abby purred with lust as she felt the wet, soft contact at the very same moment that she watched Richard push in, and bury his cock in one hard thrust. She could feel her tight lips vibrate from Auntie’s pussy muffled growl of pleasure, oh god, the feel of her tongue, spreading her lips apart then wriggling in deep, always türk porno made Abby beyond just horny, it made her hot as hell.

Barbara’s cunt was quickly stuffed to the max, her growls of pleasure muffled by Abigail’s hot, dripping pink seam, and she heard Richard’s grunt as her pussy eagerly accommodated his swollen cock.

Richard pulled back and started a steady rhythm, pumping in and out, the slick tightness of his Auntie Babs’ walls clutching at his cock. Richard grunted with pleasure on each thrust, the tight grip of his Auntie’s cunt around his cock was fucking great, she had the tightness of his sister, and this had been the best summer ever. Seeing his Auntie Babs’ body spread below him, pinned to the floor by his thrusting cock, and the lust-fueled smile of his sister Abby, letting off little coos and moans of pleasure as slowly rotated her hips, letting Auntie Babs’ tongue work over her steaming cunt, he could feel the cum starting to build.

Abby’s face had a blissful, dreamy expression as she rode her Auntie Babs’ face, oh god, she knew how to lick her, she felt two fingers stuff her cunt, and yeah, oh yeah, she felt her G spot getting polished, she was gonna cum all over her Auntie’s sexy face. Abby was dripping all over as she continued to grind her pussy against her Auntie’s face, moaning with pleasure. Abby felt herself on the verge, then the rush, and she began to buck wildly.

“Oh fuck yeah, lick me, Auntie, keep licking, make me cum, yeah, yeah, oh fuck I’m cumming fuck YES!!” Abby howled.

With a shudder and a howl of pleasure, Abigail exploded, her cunt started to squirt, and Barbara took a face full of hot girl cum as she worked over the throbbing, pulsing pink flesh riding her mouth. Her niece’s body shook and moaned in the tight grip of climax, as Barbara continued to use her tongue, stroking all over the wet pink flesh, eager to give Abigail all the sensation she could handle.

Richard was watching, and he felt the rush, his cock swelled to maximum extension, then his balls let go, and he could feel the hot spunk sizzling up his shaft. Richard’s loud groan of pure pleasure joined the cries of orgasmic delight as his cock erupted, pulsing and squirting wildly, and he slammed as deep as possible inside his Auntie, his spurting cock jerking and throbbing and pumping a flood, gushing thick ropes of cum deep into her delightful tightness.

Barbara let out a rising wail of pleasure, the feel of his cock pumping a flood of hot cum, her spasming cunt sucking it right into her womb gave her the final push to climax, and her pink walls started quivering and milking, clamped eagerly around Richard’s cock, demanding every drop.

The three bodies shook and cried out in the midst of their orgasmic completion, Abby smiled, Ummm, a three-way cum, what a great way to top off this summer.

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Rebekkah burst out of the truck as soon as it slowed to a halt. Susannah watched her go, complicated feelings swirling inside her. Happiness at seeing her friend happy. Apprehension at starting a new life with people she’d known for less than a month in a home more than 2,500 miles from the one she grew up in. And, beneath it all, sadness for those she left behind.

Don’t forget horny, knowing Bekkah isn’t wearing anything under her skirt, Sunny added.

That, too. The last few days had been torturous. She’d been too embarrassed to touch herself in the small hotel rooms, even when Mister Samson and Bekkah seemed to suffer no such malady. At least they’d kept their rendezvous to the evenings after the first day of travel. Anna’s cheeks still burned when she remembered Bekkah leaning across her lap to take Mister Samson’s hard, thick cock into her mouth while he drove.

And Sunny had been no help, of course. Whenever Susannah’s mind wandered, she’d come back to her senses to find him ogling Bekkah. Deep, pale cleavage, bare thighs, wide hips, and rounded ass; all had been on display at various points. If she hadn’t spent the whole trip in her full human form, Susannah would’ve passed out from lack of blood flow to her brain halfway through.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

Mister Samson’s deep voice sent a thrill right through Susannah’s belly. “Oh, um, yes, Sir,” she said. “Just thinking is all.”

Samson looked past her to the beautiful woman standing in front of their new home. “I understand,” he said, patting her thigh. For the briefest moment, Susannah’s instincts told her to spread her legs apart to give him access. Before she could process the impulse, Samson swung himself out of the truck’s cabin. “Why don’t you open her up. I’ll join you in a second, and we can start unloading.”

“Yes, Sir.” There was no question about who was included in ‘we’—Bekkah was far enough along in her pregnancy that neither Anna nor Samson wanted her moving heavy furniture. They were both much stronger, anyway. She hopped out the passenger side door and paused to watch Mister Samson and Bekkah talking.

They fit together with such natural, loving ease. Anyone could see how much Bekkah loved her father from the way she burrowed into his embrace. And there could be no doubt about the other side of their relationship, either. Mister Samson’s large hand cupped Bekkah’s right breast with casual possessiveness. Bekkah arched for him, pressing her chest deeper into his grasp, even as her feet slid further apart.

Susannah bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together. She wanted what they had so much it hurt sometimes. Bekkah was the one who drew her original interest—the sweet, caring, yet somehow fierce angel who’d stolen her heart—but Susannah was growing more and more willing to fit in where her friend stood as well. Shame still burned within her at how she’d attacked Mister Samson over baseless assumptions, but after the first few days, he’d treated her almost like another daughter.

‘Almost’ because he wasn’t fucking Susannah, of course.

Shaking her head and leaving the loving couple to themselves, Susannah went around the back of the moving truck and slid the rear door up and open. There’d been too much stuff for a single trip, even with a full-size vehicle. Two mattresses with box springs, a sofa big enough for her and Mister Samson to stretch out on without touching each other, their dining room table, and a big-screen TV all took up a lot of space. Then there were all the kitchen appliances and dishes, three wardrobes worth of clothes, a full tower computer, rugs, blankets, sheets, art for the walls, piles of books, boxes brimming with paperwork, and more.

The rest of the furniture wasn’t set to arrive until tomorrow or the next day. Mister Samson hired a moving company to take care of the remaining non-essential furniture like bookshelves and extra chairs. Susannah wasn’t clear why the movers started before them and wouldn’t get there until after. It seemed odd to her, but it was just how things worked, according to Bekkah. The price they paid for not having to handle everything themselves.

Soft footsteps alerted Susannah to Bekkah’s approach. Mister Samson was at her side, but Anna could seldom hear him move, despite his size. “Let’s get started,” Mister Samson said. “The sooner we start, the sooner we can relax in our new home, right girls?”

“Uh-huh,” Bekkah chirped.

“Yes, Sir.” Susannah intended to spend about an hour in the shower, satisfying hers and Sunny’s built-up urges. It couldn’t come soon enough as far as she was concerned.

—

It took the three of them two and a half hours to clear out the truck. By the time they finished, Susannah felt like she’d expelled ten pounds of sweat despite the cool Washington air. She pulled her shirt away from her chest, then stretched her arms over her head.

“Thanks for the help, sweetheart,” Mister Samson said from behind porno izle her. Anna turned and smiled at him.

“Sure. It’s the least I can do after you took me in.”

He chuckled, a rich, deep, pleasant sound. “I didn’t have much say in it, as I recall. I don’t regret it, though. It’s been nice having you around, and I know Bekkah loves having a friend she doesn’t have to hide anything from.”

Including her amazing body, Sunny added, his amusement and arousal pulsing in the back of Anna’s head.

Stooop, Anna complained to her panther partner. It’s hard enough without you bringing those images up.

If you think it’s hard now, wait until you let me out. Anna suppressed a groan of annoyance and gave Sunny a mental shove. Turning her attention back to Mister Samson, she said, “I don’t think you understand what you’ve done for me, how safe you’ve made me feel. Maybe now since we’re thousands of miles away, the nightmares where I wake up back in the Everglades will stop.”

“I hope so,” he said with a kind smile. “If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know. Bekkah, too.”

Anna nodded and smiled back. Before their conversation could continue, Bekkah arrived from elsewhere in the house, sliding in between them and wrapping her arms around her father’s waist. “It’s perfect, Daddy. Thanks for doing this for us.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, Darlin’.” Susannah watched as Mister Samson returned his daughter’s hug, then slid his hands onto her ass. Bekkah wiggled in his grasp, pushing forward with her upper body and back with her butt. The motion made her skirt’s hemline, already short, lift a half-inch further up her bare thighs.

“Is everything out of the truck?” Bekkah brought her hands up to her father’s shirt and started toying with the buttons.

“Mm-hmm,” Mister Samson answered. His fingers tightened on Bekkah’s rear, bunching her skirt up even more.

“I’ve been a good girl, right, Daddy?”

Susannah bit her lip to stop a groan of arousal. It was going to happen again. They were going to fuck in front of her.

“Very good,” Samson agreed. His hands drifted down the backs of Bekkah’s thighs, then up under her skirt. The low growl he made told Anna he’d just discovered his daughter’s lack of panties. Bekkah spread her feet shoulder-width apart as her father started to knead her bare butt. “You’re wanting a reward, then?” he asked.

It was too much. Neither of them was paying the slightest attention to Anna, so she popped the button on her jeans and slid her right hand into her panties. Her fingers found sticky wetness having nothing to do with sweat.

“Only if you think I deserve one, Daddy,” Bekkah said, followed by a breathy little moan Anna knew would drive Mister Samson crazy. Sure enough, his hands shifted beneath Bekkah’s skirt, no doubt gripping her harder. Then, he raised his right hand and brought it down on her ass with a sharp crack. Bekkah gasped and jerked. A deeper, needier sound escaped past her parted lips a heartbeat later.

“You’re being naughty right now, angel,” Bekkah’s father told her. “You know I need to return the truck before sunset, and yet, here you are, trying to tempt me.”

“But you like it when I’m naughty.” Bekkah cupped the bulge in her father’s jeans with one hand. “Please, Daddy? At least let me suck you before you go.” She started to tug on the zipper keeping him contained.

“And what kind of father would I be then, encouraging such delinquency in my daughter?” Despite his words, Samson made no effort to stop his daughter. It took Bekkah a couple of seconds to unzip him and fish his hard cock out through the gap. She wrapped her hands around his length and sank down to her knees. Her father’s hands remained in contact with her body as she moved, settling on her shoulders at the end.

Susannah’s eyes locked onto Samson’s cock as it came into view. He was hard as always, his long, thick manhood bobbing with his heartbeat. A faint whimper escaped Anna’s lips as she plunged two fingers inside her wanton heat and strummed her thumb across her clit.

“The best Daddy in the whole world,” Bekkah said, then leaned forward, her head obscuring Mister Samson’s dick. Anna couldn’t see what was happening, but the blissful expression on Mister Samson’s face said Bekkah had taken him into her mouth.

“Fuck, Darlin’, you’re such a good girl. Your little mouth feels so good on my cock.” Mister Samson stood there while his daughter knelt before him, her head bobbing back and forth at waist height, his hand petting her head like she was a kitten.

Frustration welled up inside Anna. The angle was all wrong. She couldn’t see any of the good parts. Unbidden, her legs shifted, walking her over to Bekkah’s side. Now she had a clear, close view. Bekkah’s red-painted lips wrapped around her father’s head, suckling on him while her right hand pumped his shaft. Her shirt hung loose around her chest, giving Anna an eyeful altyazılı porno of Bekkah’s bounteous bosom, but she barely noticed.

Bekkah’s eyes rolled toward Anna, and her friend pulled her mouth off her father’s manhood with a wet slurp. “Do you want to help?” she asked. Her hand pointed Mister Samson’s schlong toward Anna, making it clear what she meant.

Anna froze, even her fingers stilling their frantic action. She shouldn’t. Mister Samson was Bekkah’s, and Bekkah was Mister Samson’s. She hadn’t meant to get so close, to draw attention to herself, to insert herself between them. Although being between them would be a dream come true. Mister Samson’s cock in me, Sunny in Bekkah, all of us moving, touching, loving each other.

A rich, manly scent filled Anna’s nostrils, ratcheting her arousal up even further. This was the smell of Mister Samson’s cock. She breathed it in, let it seep into her, engrave itself in her memory. All at once, her fingers started moving again, pushing deep into her pussy.

Mister Samson said something in the intervening silence, his voice displeased, but whatever it was didn’t process for Anna. Her head was already moving. “Yes,” she breathed out with a moan. She parted her lips and extended her tongue, swiping it across Mister Samson’s circumcised tip. Whatever it might have been, his protest cut off with a hiss of pleasure.

“Shit,” Samson said. “Anna, that’s—” Again, Anna heard him, but her mind was too focused on her task to pay much attention. His skin tasted salty with a hint of bitterness from his precum. Not much different from the others she’d been forced to service, except Samson’s was sweaty but otherwise clean. Anna decided she liked it. She tilted her head and opened her mouth wide, accepting the head of his cock inside her for the first time.

As Anna suckled, Bekkah resumed stroking her father’s shaft. “Does her mouth feel good, Daddy?” she asked.

An oversized hand settled on Anna’s head, its touch tentative despite its size. “She,” Samson said. “I shouldn’t…”

Anna’s tongue swirled around Samson’s tip, making him cut off with a grunt of pleasure. She let her head move forward a little further, bobbing up and down an inch or so, synced with the motions of Bekkah’s hand. Sunny nudged her, and she gladly gave him control of her right hand so she could focus on sucking Samson’s cock. As soon as control passed to him, Sunny sent their fingers pumping deep and hard inside her.

“It’s okay, Daddy. I don’t mind. I love you and want you to be happy, and I love Anna and want her to be happy, too.” Bekkah’s declaration of love rang like a bell in Anna’s head. If she hadn’t been kneeling already, she’d have collapsed.

“Bekkah,” Samson groaned, “fuck, Anna, sweetie, that feels good.” His hand stroked Anna’s hair. Just like he does with Bekkah, the distant realization came to her. She moaned around her treat. Her eyes closed as the situation started to overwhelm her with pleasure.

“Lick just under his tip,” Bekkah suggested. “There’s a super-sensitive spot there.” Anna followed her advice and earned a growling groan from above her. “There you go, Anna,” she encouraged her friend. “Make Daddy come for you.”

“Girls,” Bekkah’s father said in the strained voice Anna knew meant he was holding in his orgasm, “I’m almost there.” Thick fingers wove into Anna’s long blonde hair, moving in time with her head bobbing atop his manhood. For her part, Anna paid no heed to Samson’s warning. Sunny’s hand between her legs was going at lightspeed, filling the room with lewd, wet noises. “Nngh, Anna, fuck!”

Samson’s hand fled from Anna’s head as his hips bucked forward. Anna’s eyes opened wide as his thick, bulbous tip rammed against the back of her mouth. She pulled back, coughing, but not before the first jet of semen filled her mouth. The next splashed across her cheek and neck, then a third landed on her upper chest and dribbled down onto her breasts.

The taste and feel of Samson’s seed marking her overwhelmed Anna. Her pleasure rose and rose until it exploded in brilliant fireworks across all her nerve endings at once. She barely noticed Bekkah taking her father into her mouth as her back arched and her hips pumped against Sunny’s hard-driving fingers.

“Oh, ohh oh. Oh, oh, ohfuck!” Anna couldn’t manage anything more intelligible as the strongest orgasm in her life coursed through her. Her mind replayed the moment of Samson’s climax on a loop, letting her relive his words, his touch, the feel of him cumming in her mouth and on her face and breasts.

Feminine lips pressing against hers broke Anna out of her post-orgasmic daze. Her eyes snapped open to see Bekkah’s face right in front of her. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and Bekkah’s tongue plunged inside. Before Anna’s stunned brain could dream of reacting, Bekkah broke the kiss and shifted her attention to Anna’s cheek, then her neck, then down onto her chest. Another orgasm sex hikaye slammed into Anna as Bekkah licked her father’s semen off Anna’s breasts.

After seconds that felt like hours and yet no time at all, Bekkah finished cleaning her and sat back on her haunches. “Thank you, girls,” Samson said when Bekkah finished. “I admit to some surprise at how everything went. Why don’t you two clean up while I take the truck down to Bellingham? It’ll take me about an hour, then we can order a pizza and talk about it.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Bekkah said. Her voice was bright and cheerful like nothing had happened between Anna and Samson.

“Yes, Sir,” Anna said automatically. What just happened? Why did I do that? Why did Bekkah offer? Why did Mister Samson let me?

Why did I have to get stuck with the girl who complains when she gets what she wants? Sunny teased her.

“Good girls.” Samson’s hand patted Anna’s head. Warmth spread through her at his gentle, paternal touch. “I won’t be gone too long.” Then he stepped back, stuffed himself back into his pants, and headed out the front door, leaving Anna on her knees with her hand down her pants.

The next thing Anna knew, Bekkah was pulling her to her feet. “Come on, we can share the downstairs shower.”

“I, what, I,” Anna babbled. She had no idea what was happening anymore. Bekkah grabbed her wrist and tugged, pulling Anna behind her, and Anna didn’t resist.

Once they were in the bathroom, Bekkah closed the door behind her and pulled her blouse off over her head. A shimmy of her hips sent her skirt fluttering to the ground, then she popped the clasp of her bra and shrugged out of it. A sudden rush of embarrassment flooded Anna. She wrapped her arms around her chest and tried not to stare at the gorgeous, nude angel in front of her.

Bekkah turned to face her, then stopped, her smile faltering. “Come on, Anna. You’ve seen me naked before, lots of times.”

True, and almost every time involved her having sex with her father. The loving, committed father Anna just sucked off in front of her. She turned her head, unable to bear looking into Bekkah’s dark eyes.

“Sorry.” The deep sadness in Bekkah’s voice drove a spike through Anna’s belly. “I thought it’d be quicker and more fun if we shared. I didn’t mean to make you do something you didn’t want to.” She shuffled past Anna and stepped into the shower, drawing the frosted glass door closed behind her.

If you don’t strip off and follow her, Sunny growled in Anna’s head, I’ll take over and do it for you. How many times have you wished she was in the shower with you? How many times have you wanted to join them as they make love? You just did, and now you’re moping? Get it together and go seize the opportunity in front of you.

Anna bit her lip. Sunny was right. She pulled her shirt up over her head, then sat down on the toilet and pulled her jeans and panties off. A heartbeat later, her plain bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. She stood up and, steeling her resolve, slid into the shower behind Bekkah, who spun around to face her.

A spark of jealousy flared up inside Anna. This was the first time she got to look at Bekkah up close and personal with nothing distracting her. She was heart-stoppingly beautiful, unlike Anna. Sure, she was a little shorter, but she had all the curves Anna lacked. Wide hips, thick thighs, a big, rounded butt, and mountainous breasts, all tied together by a soft, feminine look. The slight bulge in her belly only enhanced her fertility goddess-like appearance. Nothing at all like Anna’s own lanky, scarred, mannish body.

Anna shoved those thoughts aside for another time. “You’re right,” she said. “I’ve seen you plenty. Only fair you see me too, I guess. And I didn’t want you to feel bad.”

Bekkah lunged forward and wrapped her in a big hug. After a moment of hesitation caused by the glorious feeling of Bekkah’s breasts pressed against her, Anna returned the gesture. “So I’m forgiven?” Bekkah asked.

Anna giggled. “I can’t stay mad at you. Mister Samson is right, you’re an angel.” She bent her neck and kissed Bekkah’s forehead. “Come on, let’s get clean.”

—

Bekkah turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. She handed a towel to Anna, then dried herself off. “I don’t feel like getting dressed again,” she said with a thoughtful tone to her voice. “I think I’ll just slip into a nightgown.” A giggle filled the air. “Maybe I can get Daddy going for another round.”

“I think I’ll just go straight to bed after dinner. Moving the furniture around tired me out.” And if I have to watch them have real sex, I might actually join in. I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.

“Suit yourself,” Bekkah said. She opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hallway. A second later, Anna heard a confused, “What?” from her friend, followed by the sound of a body hitting the hardwood floor.

“Bekkah?” Anna called out. She walked to the bathroom door and saw her friend sprawled out. Her eyes were drawn to bright red feathers capping a dart stuck into Bekkah’s thigh. “Bekkah!” Horror filled Anna.

They’ve found us. Oh, God, they found us. Why here, why now?

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Jackie meets Jordi and discovers sex Euro-porn style!

Heads up, Bill and Jean’s Adventures fans. This is our hardest scene so far. If you like the harder stuff read on, if not you have been warned, lol.

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Johnny had raced to his car late to meet his parents. As Jackie started to put her clothes back on, she asked me, “So professor Bill, do you think Johnny is going to tell mom and pops why he was late?”

I had to laugh at the thought and said, “No Jackie, I don’t think so. I imagine he will explain how he had to make one last delivery.”

“I’ll say. I think he delivered about a gallon of cum inside me! Oh my god, I forgot how eager the young ones can be!” Jackie said. “Are you really going to unleash that tornado on my sister?”

I just grinned and said, “What? You don’t think she would enjoy a gallon of cum?” I added, “And hey! I am still eager,” as I kissed her.

She hugged me and said, “Yes you are; you’re my stud, and Johnny is like a young bronc!”

Jackie finished getting dressed and asked me, “How do I look?”

“Umm, like you were just thoroughly fucked!” I laughed, as she punched my arm.

“Oh great, just what a girl wants to hear!”

“Hey, I meant it as a compliment,” I laughed.

“Well, when we go into the house, usher me by the boys so I can take a shower,” she said.

“What, a shower? I think they will just want to fuck you on the kitchen table,” I told her.

“Oh, how romantic; now go,” she said, as we headed into the house.

I was only half-joking, it would not surprise me to see a naked Stan and Jordi stroking their cocks eager to have their turn with Jackie; but instead, when we entered the house, no one was in the kitchen and Jackie seemed relieved.

Stan then entered the kitchen smiling at us, and gave us a slow clap, and said, “Well done, I see Johnny can indeed make a delivery.”

Jackie pointed at him with an accusing finger, “That was all your idea, wasn’t it.”

Stan acted all innocent and said, “Mwah?” pointing to himself. Jackie hugged him and Stan said, “It’s great to see you again, Jackie.” Stan gave her a hug, his hands reaching down to grab her ass.

Jackie struggled back and said, “So, Bill, is your shower still the same place it was last time I was here?”

“Yep,” I laughed, “it hasn’t moved.”

I looked around, still no sign of Jordi. I thought he would be eager to meet Jackie. “Stan,” I asked, “where is the kid?”

“Jordi? Well, he has been on the phone with his girl back in Spain. I think there are some problems with the girlfriend, he didn’t get to see any of the excitement.” Stan said this for Jackie’s benefit because Jordi had seen it all.

“Spain?” Jackie asked intrigued.

“Oh yes,” Stan said, “Jordi is a hot-blooded Spaniard, ole.” Stan then struck a bullfighter pose that made Jackie giggle. Stan is never short on charm.

Jackie kissed me and scurried away.

Stan watched her exit. “Jesus, Bill; her ass rivals her tits.”

“Yes, it does; and it is full of cum right now!”

The second Jackie exited the room, Jordi came around the corner. I could tell he had been listening to our conversation. “Jordi, I understand you are having girlfriend troubles in Spain,” I said, with a tone of concern.

“Oh, si, I am very troubled and will need some consoling later,” Jordi said, sounding sad.

Stan could barely control himself, “Oh god, are we going to witness an Academy Award performance here tonight.”

“Si, in both the acting and fucking departments. I think we should try to create a Euro-style porn scene. I believe Jackie can handle it, and I think she will love it as much as we do.”

“Oh hell, yes,” was Stan’s response.

I was excited by the prospects, as well; but, I said, “Jordi, do you mean the hard anal, DP, and fisting-type scenes?”

“Si, and a wet scene, I think she will love that since it will be her first time.”

“You mean for us to piss on her, and in her ass and pussy as well?”

“Yes, Bill, that is when the lady has the strongest orgasm. The urine stream striking her cervix and filling her full, the pressure builds and when it gushes out they cum so hard they sometimes pass out. Jackie will love it I am sure.”

“I think we can try; but if she wants to back out, we have to let her, agreed?”

Jordi and Stan both nodded in agreement. Jordi seemed very confident. “She won’t Bill, the hard part might be getting her to stop.”

I asked Jordi, “Do we need to do any prep work?”

“Well, a little,” Jordi said. “The three of us should be well hydrated. Drink water, even if you’re not thirsty, and if you have any Red Bull, the caffeine helps, works as a diuretic. And laying down some blankets on top of a sheet of plastic makes it pretty easy to clean up.”

“I have some 10×10 plastics sheets in the room that we’re remodeling, so I think we are set.”

“Jesus, this is going to be wild,” Stan said, breaking his cool guy code by being so excited.

Jordi laid out a plan escort izmir for us. “I will get a call from my girlfriend, Juanita,” he said, with a wink at Stan, “and I will get very emotional. I will watch Jackie’s reaction and go from there.”

“Bill, she likes to do anything she can to please you, so if you suggest that she tries to console me, then that would be a good start; and, of course, some of the panty-dropper wine will help.

“Every woman I have ever done a wet scene with, was left breathless when we were finished; so the challenge is getting her to want to do it.”

I looked at Jordi, a bit puzzled. “So why do you think Jackie will do anything to please me?”

“It is just a vibe I get, even not having met her, but just watching the two of you outside. I had a pornstar colleague in Spain that was like that. Don’t get me wrong, she would fuck all the guys and loved it; but with me, it was different. I think you Americans call it, ‘having a crush,'” he said.

Stan nodded, “Dude, I see it, too. That gal would be yours, if you weren’t married to Jean.”

I got to admit, what they said was a boost to my ego, and I liked the thought that I had that power over a hot lady like Jackie; but, I also realized that responsibility came with it–I had to sway Jackie to do the things I wanted, and not force her.

A moment later, Jackie returned from her shower; and I don’t know if it was because of what Jordi had said, or if it was something else, but WOW, she looked hot! She was wearing Jean’s short white robe and a pair of Jean’s sexy white high heels, the robe was challenged to keep her large boobs covered and it exposed a lot of her cleavage; and unlike Jean, I knew she had nothing on underneath.

Jackie came up to me, gave me a quick kiss, and asked, “Jean won’t mind if I wear her robe, will she, baby?”

“Oh, no I am sure she won’t mind,” I said.

She shook her long lustrous hair, still damp from her shower, then spun around saying, “I hope I am not too casual for you boys, it just feels so comfy.” The gaping mouths of both Jordi and Stan told me they were okay with it because they also knew she had nothing on under that robe.

Jackie leaned against me as Jean would do, something I had noticed other wives do, as if claiming their husbands, or their man.

At the moment, it just seemed natural that I put my arm around her as she looked at Jordi and said, “Hi, you must be Jordi, these guys would have gone all night without introducing us.”

I felt embarrassed by my lack of manners; formalities get lost when you are planning an orgy, I suppose. I recovered my senses and said, “Oh yes, pardon me Jordi, this is my sister-in-law, Jackie. Jackie this is Jordi, a student assistant of mine and a fledgling actor!”

Jackie quick to flirt said, “Well with his good looks, I am not surprised.”

Jordi was walking towards Jackie when I begun the introductions. He stepped closer to her, and said with a bit more of an accent than usual, “A compliment like that means so much more coming from a beauty such as yourself, Ms. Jackie,” as he kissed her hand!

It was a good thing Jackie was leaning against me because she swooned when he kissed her hand, such a European thing to do. I caught Stan giving me a wink out of the corner of my eye for he knew, as well as I did, that Jordi was suave enough to pull off our plans for the evening.

“Oh my, you are a charmer, aren’t you; you must have a dozen girlfriends back in Spain,” Jackie said.

Jordi smiled and said, “I have had many girlfriends; but now, just one, just my Juanita.” Stan rolled his eyes at this, but I thought the kid was nailing it.

“Well, I hope she realizes how lucky she is,” Jackie said. She also noticed how Jordi’s eyes focused on her cleavage to the point that Jackie seemed embarrassed and closed her robe a bit, totally unaware of the young Spaniard’s plans for her.

“Oh señorita, I am the lucky one, but thank you.”

Stan interrupted Jordi’s flirting by proclaiming, “Hey! I was promised food.”

“Oh yes,” Jackie said, “you boys go have a seat at the table.”

As Stan and Jordi went around the corner to the dining room, I went into the kitchen and helped Jackie with the plates; and also distracted her, by feeling her up as much as I could.

Finally, she said, “Bill, we have hungry guests to feed. I promise you can fuck me again later,” she said, giving me a little kiss.

“And in the morning, too?” I asked, with pleading eyes.

“Of course, baby, all you want,” she told me, and then scurried on her way.

While Jackie took the food tray to the table, I poured us some panty-dropper wine–making sure Jackie had a full glass. I carried the glasses to the table, as Jackie grinned at Jordi and asked, “Jordi, are you sure you are old enough to drink?” causing another eye roll from Stan and a grin from Jordi, who was quick to reply, “Yes, I was going to ask you the same thing,” causing another giggle from Jackie.

It bothered Stan not to be the center of attention that izmir escort bayan he usually was, but he knew that Jordi was paving the way for him to be pounding Jackie’s ass very soon.

Jackie got up from the table and said, “I think I might go for another glass of wine, Bill. I love this, what’s it called again?”

I came very close to blurting out ‘panty dropper,’ but I said, “Oh, it is a pinot noir, I believe.”

I glanced to confirm Jackie was out of the room when I told Jordi I thought he was doing great!

Jordi said, “Si, the acting skills are strong in me,” causing Stan to mutter something and say, “I think I will go see if I can give Jackie a hand, or two,” with a grin.

Jordi looked at me and said, “He is very eager to fuck her, isn’t he.”

“Yes,” I laughed, “very eager.”

In the kitchen, Stan came up behind Jackie and reaching around her, started feeling her boobs and rubbing his hands in little circles on her nipples making them very hard.

“Bill,” she whispered, in a very sultry voice, “I said you could fuck me later, baby.”

Stan nearly laughed, then imitating Bill’s voice which he was very good at, said, “What about Stan?”

Jackie said, “Oh yes, I will fuck Stan, too; I can tell he is very horny tonight. Don’t worry I will take care of both of my boys.”

“What about Jordi?” Stan asked, curious what Jackie would say.

“Oh, he seems very much in love with Juanita, I imagine he will leave shortly after we finish dinner,” Jackie replied.

“I saw him checking out your boobs earlier, I think he wants to fuck you.”

“Really?” Jackie said. “I bet he would be a fun lay, but he is taken with his Jaunita.”

Jackie glanced down now to see that it was the dark brown hands of Stan feeling her up and not Bill! She spun around shocked, ready to unleash on Stan, but Stan headed her off with a deep kiss and some tongue action that cooled her down. Stan could tell the wine was already kicking in, as he felt Jackie’s hand reaching for his cock.

Breaking away from the kiss of Stan, Jackie whispered in his ear, “Will you give me a hard fuck tonight, Stan?”

“Oh yes, baby! It will be something like you have never had before.” For just a brief moment, Stan was tempted to tell her she was going to be fisted, DP’d, and fucked in the ass; as well as have three guys piss in her pussy and ass; but it was way too early for that much information.

As Stan followed Jackie back to the table, he noticed she had taken the wine bottle with her, and had just a slight sway in her walk. Yep, the panty dropper is magic. Stopping at the fridge, Stan grabbed three Red Bulls to take back to the table, as well.

I noticed that Jackie’s face was a bit red and Stan’s grin told me why it took them so long. “So did you guys get lost in there?”

“No silly,” Jackie said, with another panty-dropper-induced giggle. “Stan and I were just catching up, it’s been two weeks since we, um, talked,” Jackie said, sitting down, pulling her chair closer to mine, at the same time her hand finding its way to my pants and rubbing back and forth across my hard cock.

Jackie looked at Jordi and said, “So you are at the University taking anthropology and acting classes?”

“Si,” Jordi said, “it is not a common pairing of fields of study, but there was a generous scholarship that I could not turn down.”

“How long have you been away from home?” Jackie asked.

“About three months,” Jordi said.

“You must miss Juanita and be distracted by all those college girls running around half-naked.” I glanced at Jackie, her eyes had a sexy glow.

“Yes, it is hard,” Jordi said. “So many American girls have, umm, such large boobs,” Jordi said, with a smile, “but not many are as large as yours, Jackie.” Jordi appeared to blush. The kid knew how to work it. This caused Jackie to laugh and call Jordi a terrible flirt.

“I was trying to talk to Juanita earlier, but there was a problem with the connection; just about the time the food arrived,” Jordi said.

Jackie seemed a little concerned, wondering how much Jordi had seen of her, Bill, and Johnny fucking out by the pool. Jackie said, “Oh yes, that was Johnny who delivered the food. Do you have any classes with him?”

Jordi, ever the clever one, said, “I don’t know; I didn’t see him when he delivered. I was in the other room on the phone.”

“Oh,” Jackie perked up; she seemed pleased Jordi had not seen us.

Stan had slammed down his Red Bull and I noticed he grabbed his phone when he stood up and said, “I think I will have another Red Bull.”

“Si,” Jordi said, and nodded to me to say yes as well, so I said, “Sure, Stan, thanks.”

“I don’t know why you guys like those; oh well, more wine for me,” Jackie giggled.

Shortly after Stan left the room, Jordi’s phone rang, and I knew our plan was underway. Stan was in the kitchen leaning against the counter looking forward to giving Jordi some crap on the phone.

Trying to mimic a girl’s voice Stan said, “Hi Jordi this is Juanita, I need izmir escortlar you to fuck me right now, you Spanish Stallion!” I could only imagine the gruff Stan was giving Jordi, but the kid stayed in character.

Jackie was watching intently as Jordi said, “Oh Juanita, it is great to hear from you; I have been missing you so much!”

Jackie smiled thinking it was romantic. Little did she know that Stan was saying, “Missing me! You liar. You are going to fuck Jackie up the ass, you bastard! But, she is going to cum the hardest on my Big Black Cock!” I could almost hear Stan laughing from in the kitchen.

Jordi continued, “Well maybe, but it has to be longer you know, and last a long time; skill, experience, and training matter.”

Jackie just assumed Jordi was talking about his classes. While I was just hoping the guys didn’t blow our plan.

Stan fired back, “Experience! I have banged the hottest women all around the world. I will stretch Jackie out so much, she won’t even know when your cock is in her ass!”

But Jordi kept his cool, and hung up on Stan without us knowing, to continue his conversation without Stan throwing him out of character.

As Stan returned to the table, I could tell he was struggling to keep a straight face.

Jordi continues his one-sided conversation. “The Americans? Oh yes, they are great. Bill is great, he has a friend Stan that can be a dick sometimes, but overall pretty great.”

Jackie laughed at that, and it even brought a chuckle from Stan; the kid was winging it like a pro. Jordi paused like he was listening to what Juanita was saying, then rose from the table with a concerned look on his face.

Jordi continued, “American girls? Yes, they are nice, but I am not distracted by them, Juanita. What, what do you mean I should consider dating over here? What do you mean that it would only be fair!”

Jordi walked away from the table pretending to be in conversation.

Jackie looked concerned and whispered to me, “Oh Bill, something is wrong.”

Stan, to my surprise, acted concerned, as well.

Jordi was thinking of how to say his next line during the pause, where we would assume Juanita was speaking.

Jordi continued, now loud enough for us to hear. “Carlos! Carlos! You are fucking my best friend, Carlos!”

Jackie grabbed my hand and said, “Oh no!”

Then Jordi waited, leading us to think Juanita was talking again. Then he went on, “Sorry! You’re sorry! You, bitch!”

This caused Jackie to grab my leg now, she leaned over and said, “Bill they are breaking up!”

Jordi had called it, this kind of drama is like a drug for women. I slid my hand up her thigh to feel her pussy, she was so wet!

Her hand took mine and I thought she was going to move it away, but she just held it on top of mine as I rubbed back and forth slipping a finger into her. She gasped at the feeling of my probing finger, as this display of drama was so exciting to her.

Jordi now launched into Spanish, “¡Juanita, puta de mierda! ¡Cómo pudiste follarte a mi mejor amigo Carlos y quedarte embarazada!”

Jackie looked at me and Stan, and whispered, “What does that mean?”

I had a general idea, as Stan whispered back, playing along with the role now, “Juanita is pregnant.”

Jackie gasped! And pulled her hand away from mine as my fingers were probing her cunt, and placed it over her mouth! “I feel just terrible for Jordi,” but even as she said it, she spread her legs wider and I thrust in two fingers and started feeling for her G-spot, her breath quickened and she was about to cum when she pulled my hand away.

“Bill,” she panted, “we need to be here for Jordi now, we can do that later.”

Jordi, reappeared in the room, shouting more than talking now.

“Goodbye, goodbye forever, you slutty bitch!” as he hung up the phone; his face was red and his eyes looked watery–the kid was nailing the role.

He struggled to compose himself, and said, “Uh, I am sorry you had to hear all that. Jackie, it was nice to meet you.” Turning to Stan, “Stan,” who nodded back.

“Bill, I have to go now,” Jordi stammered. “I will give you a call tomorrow. I might be dropping out of school, I’m not sure. I am not sure of anything!”

“Jordi,” I said, “call me tomorrow and we will talk.”

Jordi nodded gave a half-hearted wave, and left the room.

Stan looked at me and said, “Wow, things changed in a hurry.”

I nodded, while Jackie was in a near panic; looking at me, and then Stan.

“Bill! For god’s sake, do something!” she shouted.

“Jackie, what can I do?” I replied.

“Well, go after him, NOW!!!” she yelled.

I jumped up and ran after Jordi.

Stan said, “I’ll go give Bill a hand; the kid might be a handful, right now.”

“Oh thank you, Stan,” Jackie said.

Pouring another glass of wine, she ran after them to peer out the window. She saw Bill catch up with Jordi just as he was about to get in his car. A moment later, Stan appeared next to Bill. She saw Bill pointing back towards the house and Stan with his hands apart, she imagined Stan was saying forget that bitch in Spain and start banging the chicks in Iowa. As Jackie downed her third glass of wine, she thought she could take his mind off of that slut, Jaunita.

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My wife hates the office get togethers, she has nothing in common with my colleagues or their spouses. She finds the dinners particularly annoying, they start with everyone sucking up to the boss and his wife, then the alcohol kicks in, the Romeo’s come out trying to pick someone up, the girls start bitching against each other or everyone in general. Then we move to the tears and spewing.

“I know Sam you don’t like these events but I have to go,” I said.

“I know Mark but I can still complain about it,” Sam said.

“Ha ha, of course you can,” I said “But look on the bright side there’s a club at the venue and you can always sneak off to that.”

“Oh I’ll do that and maybe more,” she said with a laugh.

We finished getting dressed, I was wearing a suit, Sam was wearing a black evening gown, it was low cut and clung to every curve of her body, it had a split running up to her thigh.

Sam looked gorgeous at 40 she still had a body of a 20 year old, all the other women will hate her and the men will be drooling over her, it happens at every event. This is one aspect that she does enjoys, she is a tease deep down.

After we made our entrance and received our standard 10 minutes of stares, the party went pretty much as predicted.

Once the drunks outnumbered the sober Sam disappeared as she said she would, unfortunately I had to stay, being a department head had certain responsibilities and looking after the drunks at a company event was one of them. I looked at my watch, 10pm, two hours to go, at least I wasn’t alone Ted who was another department head was still here with his wife.

Around 11pm we started pouring drunks into taxis sending them home, the party was slowly winding down.

At 11.30pm I got a text from Sam, “Heading home, don’t hurry, need at least an hour.”

I smiled the night was looking up.

Now Sam was bi, I knew this when we first met and it did present me with some enjoyable threesomes when her partner was willing. Sam never hid her relationships from me, most were only one night stands, I think the longest lasted about two weeks. My involvement varied, sometimes I shared the bed, sometimes I was just a spectator and other times I was just the doorman.

At midnight the bar closed and music stopped, there was only a handful of people still here. We organised lifts for them and called it an evening, I said my goodbyes to Ted and his wife and headed to get a taxi and a lift home to see what surprise Sam had for me.

I walked inside heading straight for the bedroom, the door was ajar and I could hear murmurs and giggles, the thought of a pair of naughty schoolgirls at a sleepover crossed my mind. That was a hot image.

I stood in the doorway, the curtains were open and the streetlight lit the bedroom, I could see both women lying naked in bed, kissing, hands wandering over each other bodies.

“Come in Mark,” Susan said, “This is Carol, she’s our guest tonight.”

“Hello Carol,” I said walking to the bed.

They both climbed off the bed and stood in front of me.

Sam was about 6 foot tall, with long brunette hair, her figure was athletic with large breasts, she had no real defined waist though her stomach was flat and firm it flowed to her hips, her ass was round and firm, her legs long and muscular but not large.

Standing beside her Carol was a head shorter, she had short blonde hair and petite facial features. Her legs looked as long as Sam’s but were thinner and her ass small and pert. It was in the top half of her body she lost her height, her breast were a similar size to Sam’s, the top of her body trimmed down to a narrow waist above her wide hips, I would guess that she is in her mid to late 20’s.

Another difference between escort izmir them was that Sam had a trimmed strip of hair above her pussy while Carol is shaven perfectly smooth. As we discovered later she shaves every day and each night when she goes out.

They slowly undressed me, removing my jacket then shirt, kissing each other and me as they did. I have a hairy chest, then ran their fingers through my hair, twisting and pulling it, their tongues flicking my nipples before they bit them. I have suggested to Sam I could get my chest waxed but she said she likes it hairy, it defines me as special from her other lovers.

As they sucked my nipples their hands moved to my pants, unbuckling my belt I felt two hands sliding inside the waistband of my trousers and inside my briefs. They kissed each other as one hand played with my cock and the other with my balls. I didn’t know who was holding what but didn’t care either.

Finally they removed my pants and briefs climbing back on to the bed, I removed my socks and joined them.

Sam had positioned Carol in the middle on her back, we laid either side of her on our sides, we leant over her kissing each other before turning our heads, taking turns to kiss Carol.

Part of the thrill for us when we share a women is the pleasure we give her, our love making is slow and steady, we control her, each of her orgasms excite us, building an unquenchable thirst for more. We firmly believe pleasure given is a pleasure received.

We initially imitated each other, nibbling on Carol’s earlobes, kissing up and down the side of her neck, our tongues running around her ears. Our fingers run down the front of her neck, along her chest to her breasts, then tracing around the base of her breast. Carol leant her head back, stretching her neck, offering it to our mouths, our eyes make contact as we lock our mouths on her neck, it’s time to leave our first mark on her, something to remember the night by in coming days. We suck on her neck, harder and harder, giving her matching love bites on each side of her neck.

Now we started doing our own things with her body, Sam moved her mouth to Carol’s left breast, flicking the nipple with her tongue then locking her gums around it, sucking it. Her hand on Carol’s leg, massaging her thigh, long fingernails running up and down the inside.

I spat on her nipple but my mouth returned to her neck and ear, nibbling on them as my fingers rubbed my spit over her nipple. I took her nipple between my thumb and finger, squeezing it before rubbing it. I leant over her face, my mouth closing over hers as she softly moaned, my tongues wrestled with hers, I drew hers into my mouth then gently bite down on it, holding it as my tongue flicked the tip, while I sucked the air out of her lungs.

I worked my mouth down the front of neck, following the path of my finger had taken earlier, kissing and licking my way to her nipple.

Sam was nibbling on Carol’s other nipple, her fingernails now traced around the outside of her pussy lips, brushing over the tip of her clit. Carol’s moaning got louder, we haven’t even touched her pussy and she was nearing her first orgasm.

Sam’s eyes locked with mine, a slight nod of the head, we released Carol’s nipples from our mouths, leant across her body and kissed, before our tongues danced over Carol’s breasts.

Sam was now massaging Carol’s clit as our tongues danced, flicking each other, twisting around each other.

Carol’s breathing was becoming heavier, her moans louder and more constant, I had no idea if Carol was watching us, or even if her eyes were even open. My eyes were fixed on Sam’s, looking at the pleasure and love in them as she brought Carol to her first orgasm.

I took hold izmir escort bayan of Carol’s leg, pulled it towards me, putting it between mine, my cock rested against her thigh. Sam did the same thing with Carol’s other leg.

We rubbed ourselves against Carol’s legs while we returned to kissing her breasts. Sam scooped Carol’s cum from her pussy rubbing it over Carol’s nipples then offered me her finger to suck, she did it a second time, this time sucking her finger herself. Tasting Carol’s cum made me hornier, my cock growing harder against her leg.

Our hands moved between Carol’s legs, I rubbed her clit while Sam squeezed and massaged her lips.

Carol’s had begun moaning loudly, our fingers moved between her lips, rubbed around the edge of her vagina, she was building to another orgasm.

Sam had started to moan also, she had begun grinding herself harder against Carol’s thigh.

We pushed our fingers into Carol’s vagina, one finger each to start, rubbing, massaging her harder and faster. We then pushed a second finger in, her moans were nearly screams, her hands were fists gripping the sheets, her body shaking with another orgasm.

Sam climbed off Carol’s thigh, kissing me before positioning herself over Carol’s face and lowering her pussy to Carol’s mouth. Meanwhile I moved between her legs, lying down, kissing her thighs up to her pussy. As I kissed where Sam had sat I could taste her, it excited me more as I worked my way up to Carol’s pussy.

Sam was grinding herself against Carol’s face, she moaned as Carol licked and probed her pussy with her tongue, Carol was also moaning as I licked and sucked her pussy.

My eyes trailed over Carol’s body, over her perfectly smoothed mound, along her flat stomach, over her heaving breasts to her tongue, I watched as it moved in and out of Sam’s vagina, my tongue matched the movements as I moved it in and out of Carol’s vagina.

After Sam orgasmed on Carol’s tongue they decided it was my turn to blow my first load, I moved between them, they turned upside down, pussy’s available for my fingers, mouths available for my cock and balls.

As I fingered each of their pussy’s all I could see was two heads of hair, I could feel my ball sack being pulled, they had a ball in each of their mouths, playing with it. They’re heads began bobbing up and down as lips and tongues glided up and down my shaft, occasionally lifting off my cock to kiss and tongue wrestle each other before they returned their attention to me.

I could feel my orgasm building, when they started to lick and flick around the head of my cock I knew it wouldn’t be long until I came. With tongues working my nob I felt a twitch, cum shot out of my cock, the women kept licking me as cum pumped out of my cock, first shooting up landing in their hair then running down my shaft on to their tongues.

As I recovered they climbed into a 69 position eating each others pussy, Carol was on top head buried between Sam’s legs, her pussy hoovered over Sam’s mouth. My cock grew hard again as I watched and listened to them.

I moved behind Carol and pushed my cock into her pussy, Sam stopped licking as she watched my cock moving in and out of Carol, she lifted her knees, squeezed her thighs togethers holding Carol’s head against her pussy.

I could hear Carol’s muffled moans as I fucked her, Sam was licking Carol’s pussy again as well as my cock as it moved in and out of her pussy, her fingers played with Carol’s clit. Carol’s body trembled with another orgasm, her cum coating my cock, dribbling out of her pussy on to Sam’s face. I took my cock out of Carol’s pussy feeding it to Sam who happily swallowed it sucking on it before I shoved it back into Carol.

Sam released her grip izmir escortlar on Carol’s head sliding out from under her, I was still fucking Carol as Sam positioned herself beside her, her ass sticking up in the air, they turned their heads to face each other and kissed. I shove my finger into Sam’s ass, finger fucking her ass while my cock fucked Carol’s pussy.

I moved my cock to Sam’s ass causing her to inhale loudly as I pushed myself into her, I pushed my finger into Carol’s ass causing her to jump, they were both still looking at each smiling, kissing as I began moving my cock back and forward between their asses.

They both moaned loudly as I pounded their asses, I could feel my orgasm building, I decided it was going to be Carol’s ass that received my load. I stopped swapping between them, focusing only on Carol, my cock pounding deep and hard into Carol. Sam sat beside Carol, her hand moving under her body, between her legs playing with her clit and pussy while she watched as I fucked her ass.

My cock swelled inside Carol, with a grunt I came, my cock throbbing deep inside her as I filled her with cum.

Carol had an orgasm as I came inside her, she collapsed on to the bed, my cock popping out of her ass. I watched here lying on the bed, breathing heavily, cum dribbling out of her ass and pussy. Sam leant over taking my cock in her mouth, sucking the last of my cum from it, she then moved to Carol licking the cum from her ass and pussy.

It was now Sam’s turn, we laid her on her back, Carol squatted above her breasts, positioning her pussy over a nipple, squatting lower she rubbed her pussy against the nipple. I was on my hands and knees beside Carol, my head between Sam’s legs, my cock being massaged by Carol’s hand.

After giving Sam’s breasts a good coating of her wet pussy Carol lies between Sam’s legs, she licks and fingers her pussy, I turn licking her breasts, sucking her nipples.

Sam moaned from our attention, I moved beside her head, taking hold of it I turned her to face me, she opened her mouth as I moved my cock towards it.

After a while we got Sam to roll over on to her hands and knees, I moved behind her sliding my cock into her pussy, Carol sat beside her, one hand playing with her clit, the other playing with her tit.

We soon had Sam moaning again, her pussy was soaking wet, every movement of my cock made a squishing noise. Carol had stopped playing with Sam tit and was now fingering herself as she leant over Sam’s ass watching my cock as she played with Sam’s clit.

I pulled my cock from Sam’s pussy offering it to Carol who quickly leant forward taking it in her mouth, sucking Sam’s juice of it. Taking it from Carol’s mouth I shoved it back into Sam’s pussy, coating it again with Sam’s juice then feeding Carol once more. In between servings of cock Carol was licking Sam’s ass, spitting on it, spreading the salvia with her tongue around Sam’s asshole, she then moved her hand from Sam’s clit to her ass, pushing her thumb into Sam’s ass and 2 fingers into her pussy with my cock.

As Carol’s thumb and fingers moved inside her with my cock Sam had multiple orgasms, her body trembling continuously as she squealed with pleasure, rubbing against Carol’s fingers and Sam’s pussy was too much for me, I came at the same time as Sam was having one of her orgasms.

Exhausted I collapsed on the bed, Carol had another orgasm when Sam and I did, the girls were now cleaning each other out. When they finished we all laid together dropping off to sleep.

Next morning I woke in bed alone, Sam came in with a cup of coffee.

“Morning sleepy head,” she said.

“Morning dear,” I replied.

“It was a good night after all, definitely worth you coming to my work event,” I said with a laugh.

Sam laughed back.

“Will we be seeing Carol later?” I asked.

“Carol who?” Sam said leaving the room.

Well it was fun, hope her next guest is as good, I thought sipping my coffee.

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Chapter 8 — Starlet

I was in the doggie position getting fucked royally by a man with more muscles than five other people put together. His muscles had muscles. To say he had six pack abs would be a serious understatement. The man’s stage name was Dick Cox. Even he laughed at his assigned name.

I was on a sofa in someone’s living room. The décor was expensive and nice. Sheri was being fucked by an equally muscular gentleman on a second sofa opposite to the one I was on. She was getting rougher treatment than I was, but neither of us were complaining.

Moving around us were three people with professional cameras taking videos of us fucking and carrying-on sexually with each other — a man and two women. There was no break in the action. We kept fucking in various positions and with each other’s partner, and they kept taking videos.

Another man further away occasionally gave instructions to us. He was the director of the pornographic video we were making.

“Get a close-up of her face when she cums. Shoot from the rear as he pumps his cock in her; I want three minutes of that. Get close to her breasts as his hands squeeze those nipples. Take a shot looking down her legs into her pussy as he fucks her. OK, girls, get on the same sofa on your backs; guys, dig in to that pussy meat. Guys, switch partners.” The director’s instructions came as he saw an opportunity for an interesting display of lewd sex or decided he needed a change in his script.

My guy, Dick Cox, held up his hand. “Have to stop. About to cum.”

The director yelled, “Cut. Take five everyone.”

Dick said to me, “You have a great pussy. Makes me want to cum, but you know we can’t do that until the end.”

I grinned. I’d actually been hoping to make him cum inside me. It wasn’t that I wanted to ruin the videotaping session. I just wanted to see if I could make a complete stranger drop his load in me. Sheri had told me to take it on as a challenge.

Without worrying about our nudity, Sheri and I strolled past the rest of the video crew into the kitchen and got some bottled water from the refrigerator.

Sheri smiled, “You having fun? Is this what you thought it would be?”

“Yes, I like this. I’m scandalizing myself for getting two-thousand dollars for today. As for what I thought, I had no preconceptions. I knew there’d be the crew, lights, sound, and cameras; I just thought it would be more spontaneous than having our sex directed by someone.”

Sheri nodded, “This guy is a little more directive than the others that I’ve worked with. They’re more apt to paint a broad picture and then let you run with it.”

We walked back into the living room.

The director came over to the two of us. “You both all right with a little lesbo action while you’re getting fucked? You know, kissing, feeling boobs, and such; that kind of thing?”

We both nodded. Sheri said, “Just tell us when, or you can just leave it to us.”

Both guys had gotten soft during our break. Consequently, I blew the guy that Sheri was fucking — Rip Hymen, and she blew Dick Cox. When they were hard, we switched back and tried to re-establish the positions we’d had before the break was called. I rather liked having the oversized cock in my pussy. Filming started again.

Dick and Rip were able to go another hour, and then we did the ‘money shot’ scene where Sheri and I knelt in front of the men as they supposedly spewed their cum all over us.

Both men had been outfitted with a plastic tube that came from behind them through their legs, and that they carefully held against their hard cocks as they stroked off onto our faces and bodies. When they started to cum, they had a pump ball in their other hand that they could squeeze that would shoot additional cum from their dicks onto our eager bodies. The fluid was a mix of soy milk, flour, sugar, egg whites, and a few other similar items that the makeup artist had filled the squirting tubes and reservoir with. We were covered by all of by the end of the film.

The director was dancing around in glee as we wrapped up the shooting. After he yelled, “Cut. Filming has ended,” Sheri and I stood and laughed at each other. From forehead to pussy to toes, we were drenched in real cum and the crazy mixture of semen-like fluid.”

A stagehand handed each of us a hand towel. He told us, “You can use the shower in the master bedroom to clean up.” We found our robes, but didn’t put them on. We just walked through the house to the shower and cleaned up, and then dressed.

Glen Allen, the director, found us as we came out, ready to leave. “Brie, you were really good — a natural. I know this was your first time, but you can grace my stage any day. You did well.”

“Thank you. You have all your release forms and everything?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He produced two envelopes. “Here are your checks. I’ll mail each of you a copy of the final feature video when editing is complete, probably in three weeks. I’ll let you know escort izmir the online links so you can share with your friends.” He chuckled.

Sheri and I thanked the makeup girl for her help and then the other staff and camera crew. They looked surprised at our gratitude, but we made friends.

We left the house right at five o’clock. While I drove, Sheri called Maryann. She’d set up another group dinner date, this time with five couples — one more than we’d had on the boat two weeks prior. Sheri told me I knew the other couple but it would be a surprise as to who they were.

We drove to Jake’s house. It was my first time seeing the place — a small mansion on the bay overlooking the city. The house was similar to the one we’d just been videoed in — large and luxurious. I had no idea that Jake had such wealth.

I learned more about Jake, accordingly. Jake worked trading in cryptocurrencies around the world. He explained that they were highly volatile in their dollar valuations, and he traded on the speculation about their values rising or falling, just as he might with other currencies or stocks.

He gestured around him to the house, and the boat we’d been on parked in a canal running beside his house. “Bitcoin built this house and bought me that boat. Well, trading on their currency did. I made money on the way up and on the way down, and then back up again.” He laughed’ this was obviously a game to him and not much different that a computer game.

When Jake walked me around his home on a tour, he showed me his office — his ‘trading den’, he called it. It was a room with ten computer screens on the wall that tracked various aspects of what interested him. His workstation consisted to three large screens on a desk full of papers and notes. He could look over those displays at the others hanging on the wall.

When we got back downstairs, I was surprised to see that Aaron and Sarah had arrived. They also worked where I did in another part of the marketing department and were often some of my lunch friends. We greeted each other warmly with hugs. We were all surprised by the other’s presence.

Jake took drink orders and went off. Aaron went to help. Sarah grinned at me. She said, “I was surprised to hear you’d become part of this group. You were so conservative until a couple of months ago.”

I admitted, “I wanted to change. I finally decided I needed a role model to pattern myself after.”

“Sheri? Maryann?”

“Yes, mostly Sheri. They’re helping me redefine my life.”

Sarah giggled, “I heard about the fucking boat trip… errr, the boat trip fucking.” She laughed.

“It was a great day in my life.” I grinned broadly and laughed.

Sarah shifted gears, “Aaron wants to be with you, I’m sure. He’s an accomplished lover, particularly at eating pussy.”

I smiled, “I can hardly wait. I won’t be treading on your toes?”

“Oh, no. We are into the group scene like everybody else here. You must be, too, only perhaps you don’t know it. We kind of met at one of these parties.”

“I know what you mean, but I didn’t think it was that widespread. Should I know about anybody else that’s not here?”

Sarah nodded, “There are other couples and a few singles, and I’m sure you’ll know a few of them. Some don’t want to be a regular dating couple so they come to the party alone. A few of them will look for broadminded partners to join our merry band of revelers, so there are also guests that come that we may or may not ever see again.”

“How long have you been doing this?” I asked.

Sarah said, “Over two years. We’ve grown since I started. Sheri joined about the same time, but we were independent and didn’t know about each other until we saw each other at a party. Maryann, too. A couple of guys dropped out because they got serious about their long-term partners who weren’t as broadminded and insisted on exclusivity.”

“How long has this been going on overall?”

Jake is the oldest member that I know. I heard him say something about five years one time. Group sex is not new. The city had some swingers’ clubs in them back in the sixties, seventies, and eighties, and then they moved a little south and then vanished as far as I know. I’m too young to know about them, but I heard stories. Jake fell in with a group about six years ago that got together regularly, but then spun off and started his own.”

“Nice to know this exists.”

Jake arrived back with glasses of white wine for me and Sarah. He asked Sarah, “Be with me later? We haven’t been together for a while.” He was very cordial. Sarah accepted and Jake walked away.

“That was easy,” I commented.

“We’re very honest with each other, yet we try to manage the other’s feelings. I did want to be with Jake, but if I hadn’t, I could have turned him down or simply say something like I’m already booked. He’d get the message over time. You never have to do something you don’t want to do here.”

I smiled, “I’m in the position where I want to do it all with everybody izmir escort bayan as soon as possible.”

Sarah laughed, “You’re a unicorn.”

“I’ve been told that. I think that’s a good thing, by the way.”

“In this group, it is. I’m the same way. Fundamentally, I love to fuck and I love the variety.”

“I did get the feeling that you and Aaron were an event of some kind.”

“Oh, we live together and will probably get married. We won’t leave this lifestyle though. We both like variety and the friends we’ve made here.

We both sipped our drinks and looked at the others in the room. Sarah then asked me, “Do you go both ways?”

I hadn’t heard that terminology before, but I quickly thought I knew the meaning. “Do you mean do I like girls as well as guys?”

Sarah nodded but had a slightly eager look.

“I do, but I haven’t much experience. I’ve been with Sheri and Maryann.”

She said, “Maybe later we could do cleanup on each other and play. I’ve always been attracted to you, even before you started your changes.”

“Works for me, and thanks for the compliment. I’ve always been drawn to you, too.”

“Another question, were you a slut in high school or college?”

I shook my head. I was so removed from any of this that I didn’t even know it existed. An orgy was an abstract thing the Romans used to engage in, and even then, the details were sketchy and vague. I remember being most impressed that they had a vomitorium where they would expel their excesses in food and drink so that they could start all over again.

“Atop all that, I was unbelievably naïve. My parents didn’t share any details, I wasn’t in any clique in school that gossiped about relationships or things sexual, and didn’t pay much attention to those passages in anything I read. I was a virgin until a few weeks back when Owen took my virginity. I’d never seen pornography either… and now I’ve been in a film.”

“What!? Really? Tell me about it. When?” Sarah was fascinated.

Sheri and I got videoed today. She had the contact. There were the two of us and two very muscular guys. We traded back and forth, but did get pummeled in front of the cameras. It was fun. I like sex. I also got paid, and maybe that makes me a prostitute, but I don’t mind. It was legal. I guess if you take money for sex and there are no cameras, it’s illegal. Strange.”

Sarah said, “I am going to talk to Sheri. I’d love to do a video. Were the guys rough?”

“Nothing over the top. They swatted our asses now and then, or our breasts. It was sexy the way they did it. There were a few scenes where they were supposedly hammering their cocks into us, but it wasn’t bad. Maybe I just like that too much to notice.” I laughed.

We started to saunter around the large living room. The door to the patio by the pool was open so we went outside. The sun had just set but the sky was still light and rapidly turning to that beautiful shade of midnight blue.

There was a couple on one of the chaises naked and slowly fucking: Luke and a girl I didn’t recognize. We watched them for a short time, and then went back inside.

I asked, “Who was the girl?”

“Don’t know. The guys will occasionally bring a new girl to our monthly parties like this one. The girls, not so much, unless it’s one of their besties who they decide would enjoy the sex. There are usually more girls than guys, but the ratio isn’t terribly unbalanced.”

“I wonder how guys ask a girl for a date like this? ‘Hey, I’ve got an orgy to attend on Saturday night, want to be my date?'”

Sarah speculated, “My guess is that there’s already a sexual relationship, and then the awareness that the girl is very broadminded. I guess it would progress from there. Same for girl bringing a guy.”

“Do any of the girls come back without their guy?”

Sarah grinned, “I’m here.” She explained, “I was dating this guy Mickey, and we got into a really hot sexual relationship. About a year into it, he confessed that he was a swinger and hoped that I’d be similarly inclined. There was a party a few days later and we went, and I’ve never looked back. Mickey got promoted and moved to Austin. He told me that city also has all sorts of opportunities for swinging. I guess everywhere does; you just need the balls to go and try it.”

Owen came by the two of us. He was only wearing his briefs. He gave both of us kisses, and I realized he knew Sarah quite well. He said, “You two have entirely too many clothes on. Come on, let’s go and make love.”

Owen led us back outside. The evening air was soft and the breeze almost nonexistent. Owen helped the two of us strip, as we took off each other’s clothes and the last of his. The chaise he picked was as large as a king-size bed. The three of us got on there and started to make out.

Luke and the girl I didn’t know finished up with a lot of moaning and groaning. After some tender kissing and cuddling, they went into the pool.

I had a hundred questions about all the relationships and izmir escortlar sexual activities going on, but suppressed them lest I become a bother.

After some repositioning, Owen started to fuck Sarah, and I mounted her head and lowered my pussy down to her very talented tongue. This was nice because Owen could paw and suck on my breasts and we could also kiss. Sarah added fingers and penetrated me as she also licked in all the right places.

In another position, Sarah and I took turns on either Owen’s mouth or cock. How he held off cumming is beyond me, since we both did all we could to make him orgasm. We certainly did. I also liked kissing Sarah and having her suck my nipples into her mouth.

Sheri and a guy I didn’t know came onto the patio, took a chaise about ten feet away, and started fucking. I heard her call him Jim. Jim didn’t last long. He grunted a few times and came inside her. They headed for the pool. I wondered whether the chlorine in the pool dissolved semen or whether we’d all be swimming in it by the end of the night.

Luke came back to the patio from inside with Marsha, and they started to fuck on the same chaise he’d been on earlier.

Meanwhile, Owen was back to fucking me as he ate Sarah. Inside the house in the living room, I could look through the tall windows and see that everyone else inside was naked and engaged sexually in some way. I liked this kind of party.

I fucked Aaron a half-hour later, and then Luke, Jake, Jim, Ryan, and Sean. I guess I got my gangbang, only nobody knew it. Oh, earlier, I’d had the two muscular studs that Sheri and I had fucked in our MFMF porn video. It was a busy day.

Chapter 9 — Party Emotions

I went on more dates over the next two months, including a few with some of the men I hadn’t known before but whom I met at Jake’s monthly orgies. I liked all of them. Without revealing anything about the orgy, I also went out with Kevin several times. He was a great lover and was very satisfying.

Moreover, at work, our social clique that had lunch together grew and cemented itself: Sheri, Maryann, Sarah, Marsha, Kevin, Blake, Aaron, and me were the core. Others from within marketing joined us. We were a happy group, always full of laughter and interesting topics to discuss.

Closer to home, Owen also dated me, increasing in frequency to about twice a week. I had no compunction about dating on a weekday. Why not? Some weeks, I was out every night. I loved having a social life after not doing so for most of my life.

Sheri and Maryann were my constant companions and both continued to coach me in relationships, dating etiquette, and sex. They were constantly consulting about my wardrobe and makeup. We often had sex together, even sleeping together occasionally. I loved the two of them.

We had several discussions about whether I was turning into a lesbian, but they made me realize that since I liked guys and fucking so much, I definitely was not headed for a same sex serious relationship. If anything, I was bisexual and just loved the sex play with anybody. Sheri taught me the other terms for what we were: AC/DC, bi, going both ways, and ambi or ambisexual.

I also enjoyed sapphic lovemaking with Sarah and Marsha, although not together. Sarah was particularly skilled at bringing me off. She also taught me about fisting, being the first person to push their whole hand inside me, hit my hot spots, and give me an endless stream of orgasms.

Sarah knew of a small place near my cervix called my A-spot. It was a highly hidden erogenous zone, which she put to good use by stroking that patch of interior skin until I had colossal orgasms. Parts of me are probably still in orbit around the sun from what she did to me in there. The experience was mind-blowing and I passed out from the intensity of the experience.

After consulting with several others about the idea, I invited Kevin to attend a ‘party’ with me at Jake’s. Yes, it was one of the monthly orgies. I only assured him that he’d get lucky with me at the party, and hinted that he’d surely find some other pussy to satisfy his sexual urges.

Since they also worked with Kevin, I had checked with Sarah and Marsha to be sure they’d be as welcoming to having him at the party as Sheri and Maryann were. They both gave me evil grins. Neither had dated Kevin, but they liked him and thought he’d be fun both in and out of bed. Sheri and Maryann both wanted some new cock, and he was their target.

The night of the party Kevin and I arrived at Jake’s large house. I wore a micro-skirt with no undies and a crop top, along with my CFM heels. I looked pretty tarty, but about equal to what Sheri and Maryann were wearing. Kevin had on dockers and a sport shirt, and he’d never seen me so blatantly and sexually dressed. I know he wanted to say something, but he didn’t.

Sheri and Maryann almost had sex with Kevin just inside the front door as they greeted us. Sheri was also wearing a micro-skirt and had gone commando. Instead of the crop top, like me, she wore a gossamer blouse meant to be worn with either another shirt under it or a decorative brassiere. She had neither, so her glorious and perky tits were on display behind the thin red gauze.

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Chapter 1 – How It Started

This story is partially based on true events. I will mark where it changes to non-true events. Names and places have been changed. Some dialogue is a little exaggerated. Also, I am not a professional writer so don’t judge on my writing.

We pull up to this hippy farm called Gusty Sheep Farm, which is weird because there are no sheep to be found. I park the car and turn off the engine. “Four hours later and we’re finally here.” I say, looking over at Danielle.

“Yeah,” she responds. “It’s going to be so much fun! Supposedly, you can pet the goats and they have horses too. There’s also supposed to be this big projector screen where they’re going to play some movies when it gets dark.” Danielle and I get out of the car and she opens the rear hatch. We grab our tent we just bought and I grab our cooler full of water and beer.

“Where should we set the tent up babe?” I ask as I shut the hatch.

We start walking as she says, “Let’s try and get a spot in the far back. I wanna have some fun tonight.” She then proceeds to wink at me as we continue to walk into the grassy area. It’s less of a farm than it is a big patch of grassy land with trees here and there surrounded by a forest and creek. We make it as far back as we can and Danielle drops the tent in the spot she wants. “Here, I like this spot!”

“Looks good to me!” I agree with her. “I can’t believe there’s already a bunch of people here and no one picked this spot. I even saw one guy playing a recorder.” I unzip the tent bag and pull out all the parts. Danielle and I spend the next half an hour putting up the tent. Next thing we know, a friend of Danielle’s has showed up and claimed a spot next to us.

“Mel!” Danielle yells. “You were able to make it after all!” She runs over to her and gives her a hug.

“Yeah,” Mel answers back. “I just called in today since they wouldn’t let me have the day off. I’m ready to get lit.” They both laugh and continue to talk. I finish up the tent and unpack our sleeping bags and set them in the tent along with our cooler.

Next thing I hear is, “Oh my God, Kristi, this place is amazing.” I instantly turn around to see Kristi. Besides my wife, this is the other female in my life that I think is gorgeous beyond belief. She’s got the same figure as my wife; thic, medium height, with big tits. What I wouldn’t do to have a threesome with her.

“Thanks, hun,” she responds back. “I’ll let my friend know. She’s the one that owns this place.” They proceed to hug each other, which gets my mind running and I start to feel a little stirring in my shorts. I turn back to the tent to calm myself down as Danielle comes up behind me and slaps me on the ass.

“I guess this place should have been called Horny Sheep Farm,” I say, while turning around.

“Oh baby, you’re so funny.” She chuckles a little bit. She then notices a little bulge in my shorts. “I guess you’re a little horny too. Need me to help with that?” She doesn’t wait for me to answer and pulls me in the tent and zips up the tent flap. She then proceeds to pull down my shorts and boxers. My cock springs out, now at full erection. “Wow baby, what’s got you so riled up?”

I don’t tell her the truth and just say, “You do baby! You mentioned having fun tonight and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that.” She smiles at me and then proceeds to take my cock in her mouth. When I say this woman gives the best blowjobs, I mean it. She slowly brings my cock in and out of her mouth while playing with my balls. She then deepthroats me without even the slightest hint of a gag. She does this for the next ten minutes, sometimes speeding up. “I’m going to cum baby!” She keeps blowing my cock and I shoot strand after strand of cum into her mouth. She takes my cock out of her mouth and swallows everything in her mouth.

“How was that baby?” She asks, standing back up.

“That was amazing!” I respond, while pulling my shorts back up. “Have I ever told you that you give the best blowjobs?”

“Oh baby, I give you the only blowjobs,” she says with a chuckle. We wait a few minutes for my cock to go limp and then Danielle unzips the tent flap. Standing right outside the tent is Danielle’s other friend Laurie. “Laurie!” Danielle yells and gives her a big hug.

“Danielle!” Laurie says back while giving Danielle a hug. They end their embrace and Laurie waves at me. I wave back unenthusiastically. Reason being, is that Laurie annoys the hell out of me. “So…I have a big favor. Can I spend the night in your tent?”

In my head I’m think, please say no. “I don’t know Laurie. We don’t have a lot of space in there. You can ask Kristi if she has an extra tent.”

“I did already. She said she didn’t. I don’t need a lot of space.” She walks over to our tent and looks in. “Oh yeah, that’s the perfect amount of space for me.”

I look at Danielle and shake my head while Laurie isn’t looking. She just shrugs her shoulders and mouths *What am I supposed to say?* Laurie looks back at Danielle and waits for an answer. “I guess you can stay in our tent.” I silently groan ugh and roll my eyes.

“Yay!” escort izmir Laurie exclaims. “We’re going to have so much fun! I brought games.”

We spend the next six hours watching this flame thrower act, eating pizza, drinking homemade wine and beer, and sitting around the fire talking. Drunk Danielle then leans over to me and whispers my biggest fantasy. “I think I’m going to ask Kristi if we can have a threesome.” She giggles and starts to stand up. She’s a little wobbly so she sits back down. “Maybe in a little bit.” She waits like five more minutes and proceeds to stand up. She stumbles around the fire place but before she’s all the way around she trips and falls into the fire. I instantly jump up, sober at this point, and run over to her and pull her up. She’s crying now but thankfully only part of her arm got burnt.

“Let’s get you to the tent so we can put some ice on that.” As we’re almost to our tent, Kristi runs over.

“Danielle, are you alright? I heard you fell into the fire.” She looks at the burn on Danielle’s arm.

“Yeah,” Danielle answers, still sobbing. “We were just headed back to the tent to put ice on it.”

“Oh no,” Kristi stops us. “That’s the worst thing you can do for a burn. Come back to my tent, I have some burn relief stuff and bandages. With my husband being part of that flame thrower act, I always keep this stuff on me. Doesn’t help that I’m a nurse and overly prepared for anything as well.” We follow her back to her tent, the whole time I’m trying not to stare at her ass cheeks that are hanging out of the bottom of her shorts. We get to her tent and she motions for us to come in. “Sit over there Danielle.” She points to a bean bag she has in the corner.

“Thank you so much Kristi,” Danielle says. “I don’t know what’s gotten in to me. I think I may have drinken too much of that homemade wine.” Kristi grabs the burn relief and bandages out of her bag. She comes over to Danielle and squirts a little of the burn relief on Danielle’s arm and slowly caresses it in. She then bandages up the arm and throws the products back towards her bag.

“How’s that feel hun?” Kristi asks. Danielle gives her a thumbs up and proceeds to hug her. “Well, so you don’t have to over-exert yourself, you can either stay in my tent tonight or you can head back to yours.”

“Well,” Danielle starts, looking over at me. “We don’t want to intrude on you and your husband. We’ll just head back to our tent, even though we have an extra guest staying in there.” I roll my eyes at the mention of Laurie staying in our tent.

“Well, Colt is actually staying in a shared tent with his circus buddies.” Kristi responds back. “I heard Laurie was staying in your tent and I know she’s a lot to handle. How about you stay in my tent with me? As you can see, you can fit like ten people in here and I can keep an eye on you to make sure your burn doesn’t get worse.”

Danielle looks over at me and I just shrug my shoulders even though in my head I’m saying *Please, please, let’s stay in this tent with Kristi*. “OK, I guess that’s fine with us,” Danielle responds. “Hunny, can you go and get our sleeping bags and pillows and let Laurie know?”

“Absolutely baby,” I say, calmly walking out of the tent. Once out of the tent and I’m sure they can’t see me anymore, I book it to our tent. I get there as Laurie is coming out of the tent.

“Hey John,” Laurie says after she sees me. “I was just coming to find you guys.”

“Yeah, sorry,” I say quickly, walking into our tent. “Kristi wants to look after Danielle to make sure her burn doesn’t get worse so we’re staying in her tent tonight. So, you have the tent all to yourself!” I grab up our sleeping bags and pillows and exit the tent. I can see Laurie is bummed that we’re not sleeping in the tent but at this point I’m in a hurry and don’t really care. “Feel free to have whatever food or drinks that are in the cooler.” I then proceed to quickly walk back to Kristi’s tent. When I get there I see the tent flap is still open and I walk in.

“Wow babe,” Danielle says. “That was quick. How’d Laurie take it?”

I put the sleeping bags and pillows down on our side of the tent. “She seems bummed so I told her she can have whatever out of the cooler.” I sit down next on my sleeping bag and shuffle my pillows around.

“Well, I’m going to get changed into my pajamas.” Kristi warns us. “Would you like me to go outside and change?”

“No, no,” Danielle replies back and I get super excited. “I’ll just have John look away. Babe, turn around so Kristi can change.” Ugh, I think to myself as I turn around but then I notice one of Danielle’s personal mirrors sticking out the top of her purse. I position myself in the right spot so I can see Kristi’s reflection perfectly. She starts by taking off her tank top. Underneath she’s wearing this see-thru black bra that is really just used for support and barely containing her tits. She then proceeds to take that off and I instantly have a semi-erection. Her tits look amazing and I’m obviously not the only one that thinks so. “Wow, Kristi!” Danielle exclaims. “You have perfect boobs. If you don’t mind me izmir escort bayan asking, how big are they?”

“Last time I was fitted, they were 38DDs,” Kristi answers. “But as you could tell earlier, my bra could barely hold them in so I’d say probably a 38DDD.”

“Holy shit, me too!” Danielle says back. They both chuckle a little bit. “I know this may be weird but do you mind if I feel them? I feel mine all the time but I’ve never felt someone else’s as big as mine.”

“Of course, hun,” she motions for Danielle to come over to her. Danielle gets up and goes over to Kristi. She then reaches out with her non-burnt arm and grabs Kristi’s right boob.

“Hold on, hold on!” I say, turning back around to face them. “If you guys are going to be grabbing each others tits, I should at least get to watch.”

“Turn around!” Danielle yells at me.

“No, no,” Kristi says. “He’s right. It’s not really fair. He can even have a feel if he wants.” Danielle thinks it over for a little bit.

“Fine,” she finally says. “But one quick grab of her other boob and that’s all.” I quickly jump up and go over to Kristi and grab her other boob. At this point, I have a massive hardon and my shorts are doing nothing to hide it. “OK baby, you can let go now.” I hold her tit for another couple seconds and then let go.

“Oh wow, John!” Kristi says, looking down at the massive tent in my shorts. “I guess someone got a rise out of my breasts.” I turn around quickly and pretend like I’m embarrassed. “No need to be embarrassed. Hopefully Danielle doesn’t get mad at me but you look like you have a pretty big penis.”

“You know what Kristi,” Danielle responds. “You’ve been so nice to us and showed us your boobs that I feel like it’s fair I show you my boobs and John shows you his penis. Hun, take off your shorts.” I look at her with the are-you-sure look and she nods her head. I start to take off my shorts as she’s taking off her top. My cock springs right out pointed right at Kristi. Danielle finishes taking off her top and starts to work on her bra.

“Holy shit John,” Kristi exclaims, looking wide-eyed at my fully erect 9 inch cock. “That is fucking huge!” Danielle finishes taking her bra off and Kristi looks over at her. “And holy shit Danielle, your tits are amazing!”

“Do you want to feel?” Danielle asks.

“Hell yeah,” Kristi reaches over and grabs both of Danielle’s tits. “These are fantastic! I could play with these all day.”

“Well, then that would leave John’s dick all lonely.” Danielle winks at me.

“Are you saying…” Kristi looks back and forth from Danielle to my cock.

“Yeah, go ahead, feel it.” Kristi lets go of Danielle’s tits and comes over to me and grabs my cock. Her eyes open wide and she looks at Danielle.

“Don’t tell my husband but this is the best cock I’ve ever held or seen!” She keeps holding on to it and discreetly moves her hand slowly up my shaft. My cock throbs in her hand and I can see a big smile on her face.

“Just wait until you feel it inside you,” Danielle says, walking over to us. She kneels down and pulls down Kristi’s shorts revealing that she’s not wearing any underwear. She’s clean shaven and has a perfect ass to go along with the rest of her body.

“Are you serious?!” Kristi starts to out right stroke my cock at the idea that I might get to fuck her soon.

“Well, we’ve already gone this far.” Danielle stands back up and takes off her shorts as well, revealing her clean shaven pussy along with the perfect ass I know all too well. She kicks them over to our sleeping bags and reaches down and grabs Kristi’s pussy. “Looks like your wet already. Babe, would you like to fuck Kristi?”

“Hell fuckin’ yes!” I exclaim. I lay Kristi down on her blow up bed and spread her legs. I can tell she hasn’t been fucked by any cocks as big as mine so I know I’m going to enjoy this. I inch up closer to her and put the tip of my cock to her pussy.

“Holy fuck!” She says loudly.

“I’m not even in yet,” I chuckle a little bit.

“I know, but just the tip of your cock on my pussy feels amazing.” She looks me in the eyes. “Please, go slow.” I listen to her request and I slip the first inch into her soaking wet pussy. “Holy shit, holy shit.” She starts to moan. I slip another couple inches inside her. “Oh god!” She moans a little louder. A little faster now, I slip another few inches in. Her eyes are closed now but I can tell she’s enjoying it. I finally push the last three inches inside her and she moans even louder. “God, this feels amazing!” I then proceed to thrust in and out of her at a faster pace and she screams ecstatically. I stop thrusting in and out and leave my cock inside her. “What are you doing? Keep going!”

“People are going to here us,” I explain to her.

“Danielle, come here,” Kristi motions for Danielle to come to her. “Kneel over my face so I can eat you out. That should keep me quiet.” Danielle comes over to Kristi and kneels over her face. Kristi starts to tongue Danielle’s pussy and now Danielle is moaning. I start to thrust again into Kristi and this time her loud moans are muffled by Danielle’s pussy.

“That’s izmir escortlar better,” I keep thrusting back and forth into Kristi as I lean forward and start to make out with Danielle. We stay this way for a couple minutes until I can feel my cock wanting to cum. I pull out of Kristi. “My cock needs to relax or this is going to be over quick. Babe, you lay down now and I’ll eat you out.”

“Ok,” Danielle replies, getting off of Kristi’s face and laying down on the blow up bed. I spread her legs and plunge my face into her pussy. I tongue her pussy and she moans right away. “Kristi, I can eat you out if you want?” Without saying anything, Kristi stands up and kneels over Danielle’s face. She thrusts her tongue into her pussy and does the same thing I’m doing to her. She knows this works as I’ve gotten her off multiple times with my technique. I keep eating Danielle out for the next five minutes slipping my index and middle finger in every so often. As I’m circling my tongue around her clit I start to hear Kristi moaning and I look up to see that she’s about to orgasm. I quickly plunge my face back into Danielle’s pussy and lick her clit. I feel her spasm and she starts to orgasm at the same time Kristi is moaning and orgasming.

“That…was…amazing!” Kristi says, getting up from Danielle’s face.

“Yes it was,” Danielle replies. “My babe gives the best head and I was doing the same thing to you that he was doing to me.”

“Well, I think he deserves a reward.” Kristi gets off the bed and comes over to me and pushes me onto the bed. As I’m laying there, Danielle makes her way next to Kristi and they both kneel in front of me.

“I think you’re right Kristi.” Kristi grabs my cock again and proceeds to lick the tip of it. My cock starts to throb again and I know this won’t last long. She then puts the tip of my cock into her mouth and slowly inches more and more into her mouth. She gets about six inches in before she starts gagging. She then starts thrusting her head up and down on my cock while licking the shaft. After she does this she tries to deep throat my cock again but gags at the six inch mark again. “Let me show you how it’s done.” Danielle then grabs my cock from Kristi, kisses Kristi on the lips, and then proceeds to put my cock in her mouth. She easily gets the first six inches down and them slowly gets the rest in. She holds it there for five seconds licking my balls a little and then pulls my cock out.

“Wow,” Kristi exclaims. “You’ve obviously had enough experience with his cock. I wish I could do that.” Danielle hands my cock back over to Kristi and Kristi proceeds to start sucking my cock again. She tries one more time to deep throat it and this time gets another inch in. She pulls it out of her mouth. “Dammit, so close!”

“I’m about to cum!” I tell the girls.

“Not yet,” Danielle says. “You’re coming inside me.” She then bends over the bed, Kristi kneels over the top of her, leaving her boobs right in front of my face. I thrust my cock into Danielle’s pussy and put one of Kristi’s nipples in my mouth. I play with her nipple with my tongue as I’m quickly thrusting in and out of Danielle’s pussy. Within seconds I’m shooting strand after strand of cum into Danielle’s pussy. Once finished, I turn around and fall on the bed, Danielle on one side and Kristi on the other.

“That was great!” I say, out of breath.

“Yeah, it was!” Both Danielle and Kristi say at the same time. We all pull ourselves onto the bed fully and proceed to drift off into sleep.

(This next part is all fake and just a fantasy of mine. After we all fell asleep, we woke up, got dressed and went on our way. We still talk to Kristi here and there but haven’t had a threesome with her again…yet.)

A couple hours went by and I’m awakened by a slight moaning sound. I pop my head up and see Kristi giving Danielle head. I look over at Danielle and she’s still partially asleep. Kristi sees that I’m awake and motions for me to fuck her doggy style while she eats Danielle out. I get off the bed and walk up behind Kristi and thrust my fully erect cock in her pussy. She moans loudly which ends up waking Danielle up. “What’s going on?” She asks before looking up and seeing Kristi’s face in her pussy and me fucking her from behind. “Ooohhh.” She says and lets it keep going. I fuck Kristi for a couple more minutes and then have an idea.

“Kristi, if you would like, you should lay on top of Danielle and make out with her. That way I can go back and forth thrusting into both of you.” I wait eagerly for her reply. She looks up and Danielle and she just shrugs her shoulders and nods her head. Kristi then gets on top of Danielle. The view of their huge tits squishing together is amazing. Kristi then starts making out with Danielle as I thrust my cock into Kristi a few times. I pull it out and then thrust it into Danielle a few times. I keep going back and forth while Kristi and Danielle keep making out and moaning. After a few minutes of this I feel myself about to cum. I pull my cock out of the pussy I’m in, thinking it’s Kristi’s, and thrust it into the other pussy, thinking this one is Danielle’s. After fucking Kristi’s pussy for a couple more seconds I start shooting strand after strand into her pussy. When I’m finished I look down and see I’m inside Kristi’s pussy and quickly pull out. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

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