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Continued from “Finally Some Action for the Third Wheel”

1

I woke up in my bed with a raging hard-on and the memory of tag-teaming my slutty friend, Stacy, with her boyfriend, Dave, the night before. In case you don’t know what is going on my friend Stacy is one hell of a nasty whore. I live in a two bedroom condo near the beach with her and her boyfriend. Things started a few weeks ago with Stacy teasing me and the two of them leaving their bedroom door open to put on nasty sex shows for me. The teasing quickly led to me fucking my best friend and doing all sorts of nasty things with her. I thought she was cheating and that I was being a perverted asshole but it turned out that Dave was in on the whole thing. His girlfriend is too much of a cock fiend for him to handle alone so he welcomed the chance at having someone else to help keep her occupied. So that was how last night ended up with Dave and I double stuffing Stacy with our fat cocks. After last night life was going to be very different in the condo.

I rolled out of bed and pulled my hard cock out through the fly in my pajama pants. I had just woken up but I was already horny and ready to have some nasty fun. I walked out of my room and could hear someone playing a video game in the living room and someone doing dishes in the kitchen. I knew there was no way that Stacy was playing the video game so I walked down the hallway to the kitchen, letting my swollen member lead the way.

I walked into the kitchen and the sight before me made my cock stiffen even more. Stacy was standing at the sink doing the dishes without any clothes on. Let me describe Stacy for you real quick. She has long blond hair, blue eyes and a sexy body that she keeps in shape with yoga every day. She’s not a skinny girl but she has a nice, tight, curvy body with wonderful, grapefruit-size tits and a juicy ass that any black guy would love. Right now that wonderful ass was arched back for my full viewing pleasure.

“Good morning,” I said as I hugged Stacy from behind, pressing my hard shaft into the crack of her ass. I could instantly feel the steaming wetness of her tight snatch.

“Mmm, good morning to you too,” Stacy replied as she ground her ass and cunt back onto my throbbing cock.

I was incredibly horny as I wasted no time in pulling back and shoving my fat prick into Stacy’s tight pussy. She let out a surprised moan as my entire fat eight inches buried itself in her sopping wet cunt. I grabbed Stacy and bent her over the kitchen sink as I started to pump my cock into her.

“Ugh…I see someone….unnhh….woke up horny…..uumph….this morning,” Stacy groaned as I started to brutally pound into her. I could hear the sound of my balls slapping against her thighs as my thick shaft slammed into her snatch.

When I woke up this morning I had come to the decision that I was going to treat Stacy like the degraded slut that she was. She had tricked me into thinking that I was helping her cheat on her boyfriend (which I had felt really guilty about) when she was just toying with me. I decided that I was going to get back at her by getting as rough and nasty with her as she could possibly handle. If Stacy like acting like a pornstar whore than I was going to treat her like one.

I grabbed a handful of Stacy’s hair and yanked her head back so that it was next to mine as I continued to relentlessly fuck her. “You had fun with your little game the last couple of weeks but now it is my turn. You are a filthy slut and I am going to treat you like one. Prepare to be punished.”

“Oooh, bring it on fucker,” Stacy said as she mashed her lips to mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth. We explored each others tonsils as I relentlessly pounded her pussy with my cock. I reached around with my left arm to maul her juicy tits.

“Sounds like you guys are having a sweaty morning!” Jason suddenly yelled from the living room.

“I have to punish your slut of a girlfriend for playing her game with me these last few weeks!” I yelled back as I bent Stacy over the sink again, still fucking her.

I looked down and enjoyed the view of my thick shaft spreading Stacy’s cunt lips wide each time it mashed its way into her womb. I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them so I could get a better view. Her puckered asshole looked inviting and for a second I considered pulling out my cock and burying it in her ass when I decided to skip it as I could already feel my load building.

Instead I pulled my cock out of Stacy’s ass with a wet pop, spun her around, and push her down to her knees in front of me. Stacy stared at me with a look of lust as she opened her mouth wide, knowing what I wanted. I did not disappoint as I aimed my swollen cockhead at her open mouth and started pushing it in. Stacy’s tongue slurped on my cock as I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed down. I felt the tightness of my best friends throat as my throbbing member slowly forced its way down her gullet. Stacy gagged and gurgled as her nose came to rest in my pubic hair with my cock fully engulfed in her mouth and throat. I moaned as I felt my dick pulsate and swell in the tight confines. After about ten seconds Stacy tried to pull back but I denied her as I held her head firmly in place.

“Breathe through your nose slut,” I said as I tried to force my cock even deeper. “I want to feel my load pump straight into your stomach.”

Stacy snorted some air through her nose and looked up at me. There was no anger in her eyes as they appeared to be glazed over with lustiness. Her face looked so wonderful with my shaft buried in her mouth. I reached down and stroked the front of her neck, feeling my hard cock in her tight throat. Every once in while Stacy would gag and choke a bit but for the most part she kept my dick lodged in her throat like an absolute pro. After a couple of minutes I felt my cock getting ready to explode.

“Uuuggh, prepare for your breakfast protein boost!” I groaned as I felt my prick erupt in the tightness of Stacy’s throat. She had no choice but to work her throat muscles as fast as she could and gulp down my gooey seed. I gripped the sides of her head as it felt like I was pumping a gallon of cum right in to her stomach.

When my orgasm finally subsided I pulled my softening, wet cock out of Stacy’s mouth. She looked up at me and smiled as she licked her lips for any remnants of jizz. Her smile grew even bigger when she looked over and saw Dave standing in the kitchen doorway, stroking his hard shaft. He must have watched me fill his girlfriends belly with my cum and decided to get some action himself.

“I’m gonna hit the shower now, she’s all yours,” I said as I moved past Dave so he could get in the kitchen. As I walked into the bathroom I heard Stacy gag as Dave grabbed her head and shoved his prick down her throat.

2

The next few days were a nasty, x-rated dream. Stacy’s sexual appetite truly was insatiable. She was in the mood for a hard cock any time, anywhere. Any time my dick twitched and I felt a little horny all I had to do was grab her, stick my cock in one of her lovely holes and go to town. She was never not in the mood. She still ate regular meals but she was consuming huge amounts of cum as well.

There was even one time when I woke up in the early morning around 3 AM to the sensations of Stacy slurping on my cock. While I was half asleep, she got me hard and then rode me until I filled her snatch with a load of cum. I thought it had been a dream in the morning until she confirmed that it had actually happened.

That was how things went for a few days. Dave and I would wake up, have a fuck and suck session with Stacy and then we all go to work. After work we got home and it’s nastiness all night until we go to bed (we watch TV, eat and do other stuff in between of course).

When it was Wednesday Dave informed us that his family was coming out to visit from Friday until next Tuesday and then when they left he was going to fly back home with them for a few days. His mom, dad, younger sister, and younger brother would be staying at a hotel nearby. Of course they wanted to meet Stacy and myself and do all sorts of activities, meals and sight-seeing. We were a bit bummed as this seemed like it was going to put a damper on our sexual activities. I decided that I could deal with it especially considering that when they left Dave was going with them for a few days. This meant that I would have Stacy all to myself for a little bit. I was already forming ideas in my head of some nasty fun we could have without Dave around. It was going to be a tough few days to get through.

We got as much nasty fun in as possible in the next couple of days and then Dave’s family rolled into town. Dave left to pick them up in the morning while Stacy and I stayed at the condo. They arrived just minutes after I had blown a fat load of jizz down Stacy’s throat. She was in the bathroom freshening herself up when they walked in through the front door.

Dave’s dad seemed like a really nice guy. His name was Hank and he looked like an older version of Dave except he seemed to be in better shape then his son. Dave’s mom, Janice, was short, dumpy and not very good looking. Hank was a handsome guy and I thought he could have done better than what I was looking at in front of me. Love is love though I guess. Dave’s sister, Sara, was next. I had to will myself to keep my dick from hardening at the sight of her. Sara was 19 years old but I imagine she could have passed for 16 if she wanted. She wasn’t even five feet tall and she probably weighed in somewhere in the 95 pound range. She had one of the most petite, sexy bodies I had ever seen. Her delicious body was tight and toned with an unbelievably gorgeous ass and a nice set of tits for such a compact frame. This lovely body was combined with the face of a pixie. Sara had short, brown hair, trimmed at her shoulders and sparkling Beylikdüzü Escort green eyes. When we shook hands there was something about the look she gave me that was not innocent all as she seemed to size me up in some way. I got a very interesting vibe from her. Lastly came Dave’s little brother, Todd. He was 16 years old and looked exactly like a younger version of his brother and father. He looked to be in great shape just like his dad.

Eventually Stacy came out and introductions were made once again. When Stacy met Hank she gave him a huge hug. Everyone else was chatting so I was the only one who noticed the sultry look that Stacy gave Hank. He responded by briefly pressing his crotch into her as they finished their hug. After seeing that I was starting to have second thoughts about this family visit being a bummer. Things could get interesting after all.

Once introductions were finished it was decided that everyone was hungry. Stacy had prepared a picnic lunch that she thought would be great to take down to the beach. Everyone agreed and that was decided to be the plan. We loaded up with all our chairs and towels and other beach stuff while Stacy went to finish getting the food ready. When we are ready to go she announced that she still had a little bit left to prepare but that everyone else should go ahead. Hank had already been helping her pack the food up so he announced that he would stay and help her and meet us down there.

We were half way to the beach when I realized I had left my cell phone at the condo. I was expecting a call about a new job so I needed to go back and pick it up. I let everyone know what I was doing and that they should keep going and get us a good spot. It was a nice day so I knew the beach would be a little crowded.

When I got back to the condo I walked in and heard some odd noises coming from the kitchen when they instantly stopped. Stacy peeked around the corner with a look of relief on her face.

“Oh good, it’s just Jeff. Trust me he is cool.”

I walked down the hallway and looked in to the kitchen. I was only somewhat surprised at the sight of Stacy bent over with her bikini bottoms around her ankles and Hank standing right behind her with his very large looking cock sticking obscenely out of Stacy’s tight snatch. His prick was so thick and long that it looked like a veiny arm reaching up into her sucking pussy. Hank still looked a little uneasy at the sight of me standing there in doorway.

“Damn Stacy you did not waste any time did you?” I said as I pulled down my board shorts and released my hardening cock. Stacy immediately leaned forward and took my member into her mouth. I placed one hand on the back of her head and pushed down, shoving my dick down her tight throat. Stacy was choking on my cock as I extended my other hand out in a handshake to Hank. “Nice to meet you again Hank.”

“Haha, yes Jeff, it’s nice to meet you again too,” Hank laughed and smiled as he reached across Stacy’s back and shook my hand. With that he put his hands on her hips and resumed thrusting his fat prick into Stacy’s snatch. She moaned and gurgled around my cock as Hank pumped into her. “So my son has himself quite the girlfriend it appears.”

“Oh man Hank, you have no idea,” I grinned. “He’s cool with it though. He realized that there is no way one man could keep this slut satisfied.”

“I can see that. Wow there are some nasty chicks back home that I enjoy fucking but this girl is something else.”

“Oh man you haven’t seen anything yet. I don’t think she has any limits. Do you have any limits Stacy?”

Stacy made a gurgling noise around my cock that sounded like a no. Hank laughed, put his hand on the back of her head and shoved it towards my cock. Stacy’s nose mashed into my pelvis as my shaft was as deep down her throat as it could possibly go. Stacy gagged and a bit of saliva drooled out of the corners of her mouth.

“Damn that is some hot shit,” Hank said as he held Stacy’s head in place. “Not too often you find a chick who can deepthroat a big cock like she’s doing. What a nasty fucking slut.”

“You look like your packing a pretty big weapon down there Hank. You should see how good her deepthroating skills really are.”

Hank nodded and pulled his huge prick out from Stacy’s wet cunt. It made a wet plop as it slapped on to the top of her ass. Hank’s massive cock was dripping and glistening with Stacy’s juices. I could not help but be impressed by what Hank was packing and amazed that he was able to get it inside Stacy’s tight pussy. His cock had to be about 11 inches long and was ridiculously thick.

I released my dick from the confines of Stacy’s throat as she gasped for air. Hank grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards him. Stacy smiled as his huge cock smacked her in the face.

“Mmm, your cock is so big Hank. I hope it can fit all the way down my throat. I bet your cum would shoot right into my belly.”

“Oh Stacy, your so pretty and nasty I think you will find a way to make my dick disappear.”

Hank aimed is monster dick at Stacy’s face and she opened her mouth as wide as possible. Her lips stretched wide as his prick entered her mouth. He was able to get a couple of inches in before he hit the entrance to her throat. Hank put a hand on each side of her head and began to force his cock down her gullet. I watched in amazement as Stacy’s throat stretched and bulged as inch after inch of Hank’s thick cock disappeared down into her mouth. Stacy snorted air through her nose and made choking noises as Hank really had to work hard to get the last couple of inches down her throat. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed to try and help out. Finally Stacy was looking up at Hank with all 11 inches of his cock buried in her mouth and throat.

“Well holy shit, I can’t believe it,” Hank said in shock. “I can’t believe how fucking tight her throat feels around my dick. I already feel like I could blow my load.”

“Do it then Hank. Pump you man goo right in to her stomach. Stacy loves a belly full of cum.”

Stacy looked up at Hank with his cock buried down her throat and did her best to nod in agreement.

“Well all right then. I hope your hungry slut cause I’m gonna blow big time.”

Stacy moaned around his cock as he held her there. Hank groaned as he flexed his prick in the tight confines of her throat. A steady stream of drool was spilling out the sides of Stacy’s mouth as she breathed through her nose and maintained her deepthroat action. Finally Hank let out a loud moan and forced Stacy back against the kitchen cabinets as he tried to forced his cock even deeper then it already was. I watched as Stacy’s throat muscles worked frantically to gulp down what seemed to be a huge amount of cum. Hank was groaning as he seemed to be unloading an endless supply of jizz into her stomach.

Eventually Hanks orgasm subsided and he slowly pulled his softening cock out of Stacy’s mouth. She let out a small belch as she seemed to be fighting to keep her semen meal down.

“Oh my God, that was so much fucking cum,” she said as she licked her lips. “I feel like you just filled my belly with a gallon of jizz.”

“Think you got room for a little more?” I asked. I had been stroking my hard cock while I was watching Stacy deepthroat Hank and was about ready to blow my load.

“Mmm, I’ve always got room for more,” Stacy answered as she crawled over to me and took my cock in to her mouth.

I felt the jizz rush up through my cock and I exploded in Stacy’s mouth. I moaned as she gulped down wad after wad of my cum. Stacy was a pro as she drank down her second huge load of cum without spilling a drop.

After I was finished I pulled my shrinking cock from Stacy’s mouth and put my board shorts back on. Stacy went into the bathroom to brush her teeth while Hank and I finished packing up the food. When Stacy came out of the bathroom she had a smile on her face.

“Looks like I already had my picnic lunch. I literally feel full from all that cum you guys fed me. What a delicious meal.”

I felt my dick twitch again in my shorts. “Come on Stacy you gotta cut that talk out now. Your gonna make me and Hank show up at the beach sporting huge boners. Could get us in a bit of trouble.”

We all had a laugh at the thought of that bad idea. As we walked to the beach we made sure to chat about everything except sex. We successfully joined the others without growing huge protruding hard-ons.

3

We spent the next couple of hours lounging in the sun and frolicking in the water. I had to either go in the water or stay in a folding chair in order to hide my constant erection. I could not help but get hard every time I saw Sara running around in her bikini. It was solid black and did not leave much to the imagination. Her tight ass and pert tits looked amazing as she ran around. I could have sworn that it seemed like she was purposely bending over in front of me every once in a while so I could get a great view of her ass and even see the outline of her pussy lips. Sara’s tiny, petite body was unbelievably sexy.

As we finished up eating lunch Stacy announced that she had forgotten the cookies she had for dessert and was going to go back to the condo real quick and grab them. To my surprise she asked Todd if he wanted to go with her. He instantly agreed and as they were leaving she turned around and gave me a wicked look. I knew exactly what she intended to do and could not believe she was going for Dave’s little brother. She truly was a degraded, nasty slut.

It was a five minute walk to the condo and they were gone for twenty minutes. As Stacy was walking back to join us she seemed to be walking a little bow-legged. She immediately announced she wanted to go for a swim after the walk and headed into the ocean. I followed her in so that I could find out what had happened.

“So did you fuck Todd too?” I asked as we bobbed in the waves.

Stacy looked at me with a devilish grin on her face. “Of course. I found out that kid is actually a filthy little pervert. Just the kind I love.”

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I don’t know if it exists elsewhere in the world, but Dogging is a genuine phenomenon here in the UK.

——

Saturday started out cold, wet and miserable. I spent a few hours arranging for some of my furniture to be delivered to the new apartment, Julia & I deciding to move in officially the following weekend. She wanted to do some research into the legalities of becoming a landlady since she would be renting out her house, so I borrowed her BMW and drove through the busy London streets to hit a few luxury car dealerships.

Several fruitless hours later I arrived home discouraged. I had seen plenty of fabulous supercar metal, but nothing that would conceivably fit all three of my new ‘family’ comfortably for more than two minutes at a time. I had come close to ordering an extremely nice Ferrari 612 Scaglietti, but the rear seats just weren’t big enough. I’d had a pleasant test drive of a Bentley Flying Spur, but the idea of driving the same type of car as Giles was not one I was happy with.

When I arrived back there was a note on top of the TV. Julia had taken Aless for a full going-over at her favourite spa, the Sanctuary, followed by hair, makeup, nails and clothes shopping in preparation for our visit to the Club. They would be gone most of the day, so I mooched around the house at something of a loose end. I decided to check the Digital Spy website, something I’d been neglecting quite a bit since Aless had more or less taken over running it. Firing up the computer in Julia’s study I logged in, and began going through the most recent uploaded videos. Most of this content I hadn’t even seen, from live acts at the Club to Julia and my adventures at the office, even a girl I used to date in Birmingham involved in a vigorous fucking session with a guy I recognised as her younger brother. I was impressed with Aless’s editing skills; she’d quickly got the hang of the software and seemed naturally proficient at choosing which angles to use and how long to hold a shot.

The phone rang, interrupting my musings. It was Julia. “Hi darling, any luck with the car search?” I told her there wasn’t. “Aww, never mind, I’m sure you’ll find something you like,” she soothed. “Sorry to run out on you, but we wanted to do something a little bit special for the Club tonight.”

“That’s OK,” I said, “I’m just killing time on the website. I’m really impressed with the work Aless has been doing keeping it updated, we should really be paying her something.”

“Hmm, good idea,” said Julia thoughtfully. “How does, say, £250 a week sound?”

“About what I was thinking,” I replied. “She’d be getting a lot more if we actually paid her for her, erm, acting.”

“Aha! Trying to swindle us out of our rightful earnings are you, Mr. Big-Shot Producer?” she laughed.

“Absolutely,” I chuckled. “How else am I supposed to pay for all these nubile young whores and mountains of Bolivian marching powder?”

“Well, if you can tear yourself away from the Hollywood lifestyle for five minutes, maybe you could check out a website I found this morning. I was thinking of getting some new bedroom furniture for the new place, and I found something through Google. It’s in favourites under ‘Fantasy Furniture.'”

I opened the link and had a quick glance down the page. “Hmmm, that’s…. wow!” I exclaimed. The site was full of beautifully handcrafted wooden contraptions like stocks, bondage crosses, padded benches fitted with manacles and more. One thing that particularly caught my eye was a large, ornately carved bed. At first glance it was like any other bed, but on closer inspection I could see that the headboard was split and hinged with brass on one side, like a set of stocks. There were holes in the rosewood that were part of the carved pattern, but would perfectly fit around a pair of female wrists. The other side of the board featured a subtle but sturdy brass lock. Looking down I could see the endboard was similarly designed to hold two widely spread ankles. The bed was long enough that all but the tallest woman would be stretched helplessly across the mattress.

“I thought perhaps we might order the bed…” Julia began.

“I’m just entering my credit card number now,” I replied. “Who knew shopping for home furnishings could be such good fun?”

“Some of the other items could be interesting,” she continued. “I was thinking maybe if we were to invite Max over again, not to mention I was planning to do some, ah, ‘management training’ at home.”

“Oh really?” I asked, intrigued. “This training wouldn’t involve a certain secretary who seems to have taken a sudden, extended leave of absence from your office, would it?”

“Maybe,” she laughed. “Anyway, got to run. My hot sugar body polish is ready. Love you!”

“Your hot what..?” I began, but the phone was already dead.

I surfed the web for a while, but was thoroughly bored. Like every guy alone at home, in the end I decided the only thing worth doing was watching porn. I started transmitting a video file over to the TV in the living room. Flicking the set on I was greeted with the stuff of every pervert’s dreams – four teenage girls lounging around on a bed Bahçeşehir Escort in their nightclothes.

Aless was sitting near the head of our bed in the main bedroom wearing her Winnie the Pooh nightshirt. She was dealing cards to her three friends; Becky, a slightly heavy but extremely pretty curly-haired Indian girl dressed in a set of purple satin pyjamas; Sam, a petite, short haired redhead in a pale blue set of shorts and vest top; and Ginny, a curvaceous brunette with the biggest tits I’d ever seen on a teenager bursting out of a short lace-trimmed white nightdress. I couldn’t take my eyes off the latter, her breasts (surely at least an E-cup) bouncing enticingly as she pushed her long, straight hair back behind one ear.

The conversation was in progress as I turned up the sound. “But he’s kind of old, isn’t he?” the Indian girl was saying.

“George Clooney’s older, but you’re always saying you’d like to fuck him,” Aless retorted. “Anyway, you’ve all seen him picking me up from school, he’s hot!”

“He is Becky, you can’t deny it,” I was delighted that it was Ginny speaking in my defence.

“I wonder what his cock’s like?” said Sam wistfully.

“Big,” said Aless proudly, “and it gets really hard.”

“You’ve seen it?” gasped Becky.

“Seen it, sucked it, fucked it,” laughed Aless. “Why do you think I’m so happy in lessons?”

The other three sat there in shock, mouths agape. Ginny was the first to break the silence. “Was it, you know… good?”

“Awesome,” said Aless very definitely. “He makes me feel like a princess being rescued… some silly crap like that anyway!” she laughed. “Or other times he treats me like his very naughty little girl. I love it when my Daddy punishes me.” Aless was purring, her nipples hardening through the nightshirt.

“Aless!” cried Becky, “that’s awful! How can you talk like that, and… and do that?”

“Oh, come off it Becky. We’re not really related, and you’re one to talk anyway. I know what you’ve been doing with your geography teacher!”

“Everybody knows!” laughed Sam.

“That’s different,” snapped Becky, blushing. He’s not my… my step dad, he’s just a teacher!”

“Yeah, and if any of the other staff found out he’d be sacked and you’d be expelled. And before you ask, my Mum knows and doesn’t mind. Now,” Aless threw down the cards in frustration, “don’t any of you tarts know how to play poker?”

Sam and Ginny shook their heads while Becky just sat there steaming. “Fine,” said Aless, “strip snap it is!”

“I don’t know about this,” muttered Becky, “maybe we should just watch a DVD or something.”

“What’s the matter?” smirked Ginny, “scared?”

“No!” snapped Becky, “I just don’t… Oh, fine, whatever. who cares anyway?”

“Excellent,” grinned Aless, piling up the cards in front of the others. “Get ready to show your goodies!”

Only a few cards had been dealt when one jack was laid on top of another. “Snap!” yelled Aless, slapping her hand down on the pile. “OK girls, let’s see them.” Aless of course knew full well that they were being filmed, and was obviously eager to get them out of their clothes. Ginny, bless her, didn’t hesitate. She yanked the hem of her nightdress over her head and casually tossed it aside, her magnificent boobs bouncing freely. Her dark nipples were large and already hard, poking up from the centre of wide, crinkled circles. Sam also quickly removed her top, revealing small, B-cup breasts that were crowned with cute, extremely swollen aureoles. Finally, Becky reluctantly unbuttoned her pyjama top and sat with her arms crossed over her perky C-cups.

The game continued until a pair of threes appeared. Again Aless’s hand shot out, “snap!” Becky groaned. Ginny laughed and slipped off her white panties, exposing a neatly cropped brown strip of pubic hair. Sam’s pussy, when she removed her shorts, turned out to be almost bare except for a few wisps of red hair.

Meanwhile Becky was procrastinating wildly. “Does anyone want a drink? I was just going to get…” She was cut off as Aless tackled her around the waist and pulled her back onto the bed.

“Quick, grab those pants!” she squealed, and Sam and Ginny pounced. Despite struggling, Becky was helpless as between them her three friends tugged down her pyjama bottoms. She had a neat, triangular patch of dark silky hair above her pussy, which Aless now stroked with one hand. “Mmm, so is this what Mr. geography teacher keeps you in detention for?”

“Stop it, you bitch!” wailed Becky. “Listen, I’m not joking! Let me go!” Her attackers relented, giggling as they released her. I was surprised that Becky didn’t immediately try and get dressed; instead she sat back down on the bed and retrieved her cards.

“Come on, let’s keep playing,” she snapped at Aless, “you’re not getting away with being the only one still dressed.”

“Hmm, OK,” smiled Aless slyly. “But if I win again, I pick a forfeit and you three have to do it.”

Sam won the next round. As Aless took off her nightshirt, baring her shapely figure and rock-hard nipples, the young redhead looked at the other two naked girls. “Mmm, those look nice,” she Beylikdüzü Escort said, eyes locked on Ginny’s nipples, “Becky, why don’t you give them a suck?”

The Indian girl looked furious. “This is so unfair! You’re all picking on me!”

“Less complaining, more sucking,” laughed Aless. “Come on; suck! Suck! Suck! Suck!” The other two picked up the chant, Ginny thrusting out her chest and lifting up those gargantuan boobs. Becky leaned forward and took one nipple in her mouth, slurping around it with her tongue. Considering her apparent reluctance she seemed in no particular hurry to stop. Ginny gave a satisfied sigh, while Aless and Sam watched spellbound as Becky gave the nipple a protracted workout.

“I think you’d better stop…” gasped Ginny.

Becky released the hard nub from her mouth. “What? You wanted your nipples sucked so they’re damn well getting sucked!” This brought peals of laughter from Aless and Sam.

“So competitive, Becky! You’re not in school now,” giggled Sam. Becky had meanwhile moved on to the other nipple and was giving it the same meticulous treatment.

“Oh, no, you’d better… ah, I, ahhhhh..!” Becky suddenly stiffened, her head flying back, breasts trembling as she was hit by an impressive orgasm.

“Wow!” said Aless. “You can come just from having your tits sucked?”

“Very… s-sensitive…” gasped Ginny, falling back on her elbows. I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from the way her flushed breasts bounced as she moved.

Becky moved back to her seat, a look of triumph on her face. “Come on, let’s play. I want those panties off,” she snapped. Whether it was adrenalin or pure anger I wasn’t sure, but Becky was now well and truly fired up, no longer displaying any embarrassment about being naked. The cards once again began piling up, and as soon as two sixes touched down on top of each other her hand shot out. She beat Aless to the stack by a split second and responded with a loud shout of “YES! Aless, get those knickers off, now! In fact, you two, as your forfeit you can hold her down while I take them off!”

Giggling, Ginny and Sam pounced on Aless, who struggled playfully. Becky meanwhile grabbed her insubstantial pink thong and tore it down one side. Aless yelped in protest as the dark-skinned teenager ripped the thin cloth from between her thighs.

“Right then,” said Aless firmly once the girls had let her go, “One last hand to decide the winner, and forfeits still count. Agreed?” Everyone nodded. The cards began falling and it was, perhaps appropriately, two queens that came up. Becky shot out her arm but this time Aless beat her to it, squeaking with delight as her hand slapped down on the cards.

“I win!” Aless cried with delight. “OK ladies, forfeit time! Sam, get sucking Ginny’s tits – I want to see her come again. Ginny, you can finger her cunt while she does it. As for you,” she turned to Becky, “you wanted to see my pussy so much, you can have a close-up view. Get on your knees and eat me until I come. Now, bitch!”

Sam and Ginny moved up to the head of the bed so they could recline against the pillows. Ginny’s hand instantly began probing between Sam’s pussy lips, thumb gently stroking her clit as a finger slipped inside. Sam moaned and dropped her mouth to Ginny’s nipple, nipping gently at the responsive skin. Ginny hissed with delight and began to move her fingers faster. Aless meanwhile was now sitting on the edge of the bed, Becky kneeling facing her on the floor, her face pressed into Aless’s groin. Aless had a hand tangled in the Indian girl’s hair, pulling her mouth harder onto her clit.

As much as I was enjoying this display my attention kept returning to the other two girls, particularly Ginny. A thin film of sweat covered her body as Sam worked on her breasts, her hand moving faster and faster in the redhead’s moist cunt as her own excitement grew to unbearable levels. Moaning, Sam tugged on the nipple trapped between her teeth, which proved too much for Ginny. The brunette’s breasts juddered as she came, screaming as her blurring hand fired off Sam’s climax as well. In front of them Aless ground her pussy into Becky’s face as her own orgasm arrived.

“Shit!” I gasped, shooting a fountain of semen onto my clothes, the couch and carpet. Staggering to my feet (trousers helpfully bunching around my ankles) I half fell down the stairs into the kitchen to fetch something to clean up with. As I struggled to the sink one thought occupied my mind: I had to fuck Ginny.

*****

Afterwards I hit the shower, unable to get Ginny and her amazing tits out of my mind. I wondered how Aless would react when I told her I’d like to screw her friend; knowing Aless, she’d probably love the idea. I dried off and dressed, pulling on a deep purple shirt, dark trousers and a black corduroy blazer. I was becoming a little concerned that the girls still weren’t home, but neither of their mobiles were picking up. I was just wondering whether to call the Sanctuary when the doorbell rang.

It was the same driver who picked us up the first time. “Good evening, Sir. I have been asked to pass on a message from your lady companions; they apologise, but have decided to meet you at the Club. Apparently their preparations took somewhat longer than was anticipated.”

“I just tried to call…”

“Yes, Sir. Regretfully portable telephones do not work inside the Club for reasons so as not to interrupt our members’ enjoyment. However they had arrived before I left to collect you. If I may be allowed a personal observation, Sir is a very lucky man. Shall we..?”

Wondering what he meant I locked up and allowed myself to be led to the plush van with blacked-out windows. We wove through the gloomy evening traffic, drizzle pattering against the roof. The driver stayed quiet as we pulled into the familiar Soho alley and I descended the staircase.

I don’t think anything could have prepared me for what I saw in the foyer. For a few moments I thought I was seeing double until my addled brain figured out what was going on. Sitting quietly to one side of the room was Julia, her long auburn curls falling in a cascade around her shoulders. She was clad in a deep red basque with translucent lace cups, attached to matching stockings partnered with a tiny thong. Next to Julia was Aless, and it was her appearance that had made me do a double take. Her hair had been styled and coloured to perfectly mimic her mother’s, and her outfit also matched except that it was black rather than red. I guess one way to describe it would be like looking at twins, though with Aless’s marginally slimmer figure and younger face it was more akin to seeing the same woman at both 18 and 40 – and she was a knockout at any age.

I realised I’d been standing there with my mouth agape for about 30 seconds when both mother and daughter burst out laughing. The receptionist was also grinning, and even the pretty blonde coat-check girl managed a small smile despite being in some discomfort (I discovered later that Julia had given her the same treatment as on our first visit, with similar consequences). Julia swayed towards me. “I take it you approve, Mr. Wright?”

“I, er… that is, um, I… wow,” was about the best I could do.

Aless now walked over, mimicking her mother’s exaggerated sexual swagger perfectly. “We’ve been thinking about doing this for a few months, freak everyone out a bit, but the opportunity never really came up before now,” she said. “Plus we thought you might… appreciate it.”

“Well, I can honestly say if you wanted to freak people out, those outfits would certainly do it,” I replied, trying to recover what tiny vestige of cool I could.

Aless swatted my arm. “No, not the underwear, the hair and makeup! What do you think, really?”

“Incredible, just incredible. I keep thinking you two will run out of ways to surprise me, and then you do something like this…” I took a step back and gave them a thorough look up and down. “Both of you look spectacular. I must have been very bad in a previous life to deserve you.”

Aless smiled delightedly and kissed me. She snaked her tongue into my mouth and I up to caress her neck. After a few seconds she came up for air. Julia pouted. “Hey, it’s my turn,” she said mock-sulkily. What a hard life, I thought as she pressed her lips hard against mine, being fought over by such beautiful women!

The receptionist handed Aless and Julia their collars and we made our way into the Club. It was quite full, most of the booths and tables already occupied. I scanned the room for a free spot when a loud voice barked, “Wright! Over here!” I turned to see Edgecombe gesturing from a large semi-circular couch across the room. He was stripped to the waist, his trousers open with a slim young brunette in French maid uniform kneeling before him, his cock buried in her throat. We strolled over, me leading the girls by their leashes.

“Hello Edgecombe,” I said. “May I introduce my partner Julia Brighton and her daughter Alessandra Brigton.”

I could see he was impressed by my companions. “Delighted, simply delighted.” He tapped the maid on the shoulder. “Run along, would you Jemma? I’m sure I’ll see you later.” Slightly reluctantly she stood and left, not getting far before a group of young guys beckoned her over. In about a minute her mouth was full of hard cock again.

Aless licked her lips and gazed at Edgecombe’s erection. “May I?”

“Please do, young lady,” her replied, smiling – or at least as close to smiling as I’d ever seen him get. To Julia he said, “Such good manners; my dear, you are to be commenahhhhhhh…” the rest of the sentence was lost in a delighted gasp as Aless’s expert tongue caressed his cock.

I sat, Julia sliding between the two of us. “Thank you,” she purred. “Dan had some very complimentary things to say about your own daughters. Are they with you tonight?” Edgecombe gestured towards the stage. There were the twins, Carly and Fliss, facing each other naked with their hands tied behind their backs. They were connected by painful-looking nipple clamps joined by strong black cords. They were apparently trying to drag each other across a line drawn down the centre of the stage, the clamps pulling viciously at their breasts. The victor would be the one who could stand the excruciating sensations the longest. At the front of the stage a large group of men was betting furiously on who would win. Both girls wore agonised but nevertheless determined expressions.

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This story is 100% true.

I’ve known I was bi for a long time but had never had the chance to act on it. I look at gay porn all the time when alone, I masturbate to it, and recently started…toying…for the first time based on the suggestion of an article I had read. I’m glad I did because there’s no feeling quite like having something up your ass while jerking yourself off. It’s euphoric.

Recently I had started perusing Craigs List for people who might be cool to hang out with and possibly eventually be friends with benefits, but nobody seemed interested in anything but fucking at first sight. That’s not what I wanted. I wanted to be somewhat in control of when I gave my ass up for the first time, but I also had no interest in dating a guy. Weird, I know.

Other than Craigs List, I had my eye on a guy I sort of knew in passing. His name was Eddy and he was the delivery guy for a local sandwich shop. He was younger than me, probably no older than 20 or 21, thinly built but about 6′ tall, curly black hair, bi-racial (probably african american and caucasian if I had to guess) and the most gorgeous light hazel eyes I had ever seen.

Any time I would order food I would be able to make small talk and so over time we became friends. He would sometimes stay a little while if he didn’t have another delivery and we’d play an Xbox game.

One time he came over I was watching a gay porn DVD. When the doorbell rang I shut the TV off and went to the door. We talked at the door for a few minutes before he came into my house to come play some games. I had forgotten I left the DVD player on and so when I turned on the TV it was in the middle of my DVD.

“OH SHIT. Dude I am so sorry. I was just watching something and forgot to turn it off,” I yelled with embarrassment.

“Jesus Christ, man. Was that what I thought it was? Are you gay, dude?” He shouted back.

“No I’m not. I just like to look at that kind of stuff sometimes. I was just curious,” I said, using all the excuses in the book.

“Dude it’s fine, I just had no idea,” Eddy remarked in a more calm voice. “I mean Bahçeşehir Escort every dude has been curious at one point or another. It’s fine, man. Trust me.”

“Just don’t tell anyone, please,” I pleaded.

“Who am I gonna tell? You live alone and we have no mutual friends.” He had a point. We were not in the same age group. We would have missed each other in high school by a couple years. “But I do have to go. Relax, it’s no big deal, I promise,” he said reaching for the door handle.

“Ok, thanks man. I’m really sorry, again,” I told him as he walked down my front steps.

I went back inside and shut the door. I was mortified. I couldn’t believe how embarrassing that was. I wanted to just crawl into a hole and stay there. Had I just been shoved out of the closet? Was he going to go back and tell all the workers at the sandwich shop? I went back to the couch and watched the movie and tried to forget what had just happened.

*DING DING* My iPhone text tone went off. It was Eddy.

“Dude I’m so sorry about today. Please don’t sweat it, bro. You wanna play some xbox tonight?” We had talked about exchanging gamertags but never got around to it.

“Thanks, man. That’d be nice. What’s your gamertag?” I replied.

“I was just gonna bring my controller to your house instead if that’s cool,” He said.

“Yeah no problem. I’m available whenever.”

“Alright I’ll be there in 20”

I couldn’t believe he wanted to hang out so soon after what I figured was a traumatizing event for the poor guy.

But my mind began to race. “Every dude has been curious at one point or another.” That was something he had said. That was odd, right? It didn’t seem like anything at the time but now that he had specifically asked to come over to my house it seemed like maybe there was more to his understanding than I had originally thought. At any rate I put that out of my mind and went on with my remaining 18 minutes until he was supposed to arrive.

The doorbell rang.

“What’s up, man?”

“Not much. You ready to get your ass whooped in CoD?”

He seemed Beylikdüzü Escort so normal. Maybe it really wasn’t a big deal to him.

Meanwhile, we played video games for a while until he asked a question.

“Can you show me that video that I saw today? I just want to watch it. I’ve never watched something like that before and I want to see it,” Eddy said.

“Uh…yeah sure, man.” I popped the DVD in and it started. The first scene was two guys hanging out, not dissimilar to what Eddy and I were doing. Then one pulled his dick out and began stroking it. The other leaned over and started sucking it.

The scene went on for a while until both guys came, one in the others ass and the other on the floor. By this time I had peered over at Eddy’s pants. He was sporting a huge erection and he wasn’t hiding it. The next scene began and Eddy started touching himself. He began stroking his own dick through his shorts.

“Do you mind if I take my pants off?” Eddy asked. I shook my head. PLEASE TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS, I yelled in my own head.

Eddy’s cock was beautiful. It was cut, about 7.5″ and was proportionate. This was my moment of truth. I reached over and took his huge cock in my hand and began slowly jerking him. He looked me in the eye. He wanted this. But I wasn’t sure how much he wanted…so I asked.

“Can we go further?”

“Yeah.”

I stood up and pulled all of my clothes off (I don’t mess around) and sat back on the couch. Then I leaned over and began sucking his cock. Then it dawned on me. I had never sucked a cock before. I had sucked my dildo a thousand times but had never had a real throbbing cock in my mouth. I was amazing. The taste of his precum and the heat of his cock and balls against my face and mouth were intoxicating. Eddy was moaning.

“Can we go further?” He asked.

“As far as you want,” I said about as fast as I could. I didn’t want this to stop.

By now I had arched my back and had my ass in the air like the bitch I am, with his cock in my mouth. He put his fingers in his mouth and then reached up to my ass and started slowly fingering me.

I had never had someone else’s fingers inside of me, so this was a surprise.

“Oh God yes.”

Eddy kept putting his fingers deeper, deeper and deeper until they were as far in as possible.

“Get on all fours. Arch your back and put your head on the ground,” He told me in a stern tone. I loved the control he was showing. I did as he asked.

He began tonguing my asshole firmly. He had clearly eaten pussy before because he was eating my ass like it was his own personal pussy. And it was.

“Go look in the end table’s first drawer and pull out the bottle of lube. I want your cock and load inside me. I want to feel your balls bounce against my ass,” I shouted.

He did so and pulled out the bottle of lube.

“How much do I need?”

“Just a little.” I had played with two small objects earlier that day so my ass was already relaxed. He just needed some moisture.

Then I felt it. He had his head right on my hole and started pressing forward. I felt his head. Then his shaft. And finally his balls on mine. What a fucking feeling.

He began slowly pulling out until just his head was in. Then I pushed as hard as I could back onto his cock and surprised him. That’s when he started FUCKING me. It was my time and he was gonna give me all he had. He thrust into my ass over and over and over. His balls slapped against mine which kind of hurt but also felt amazing. This continued for what seemed like about 5 minutes but what was actually about 15 or 20.

Then he readjusted and started hitting my prostate.

“OH MY GOD! YES BABY! RIGHT THERE! I’M GONNA CUM!” Then I came all over the floor.

He wasn’t done. With one more burst of energy pushed all the way in and I could feel his cum deep in my ass. He pulls out.

“Holy fuck that was amazing!” He shouted.

“Oh my God, I know. I could use that more often.”

“Me too,” He agreed.

I had imagined my first time a million times before and this matched or exceeded all of those expectations.

About 6 months later Eddy moved in with me where we could play any time we wanted. We were never romantically involved and both of us have even had girlfriends since he moved in, but we’ve never stopped being fuck buddies and hopefully never will.

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Chapter 03 – Moving Out

My thanks to a great editor whose help has strengthened this submission. My apologies for the delay, and my thanks for the emails and comments regarding the story.

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I got home that Sunday and managed to take a short nap before going out to dinner with my family. Fortunately, they just thought that Sarah had kept me so busy that I didn’t get any sleep. Dinner was great, though my mother was disappointed. Evidently, she didn’t know that Outback Steakhouse has a corporate policy against singing for someone’s birthday. My sisters and my brother just laughed. They knew why I picked Outback: I always feel awkward when people sing Happy Birthday to me. My mom wasn’t going to be deterred so easily. She made everyone sing in the parking lot. It wasn’t until we got home and my mom went to bed that my dad broke the news. My mom’s mother passed away earlier in the week. They didn’t want to say anything, because my younger brothers and sisters were still in school. Their Spring Break was that following week, so they would have a week to deal with the loss. My younger sister Elizabeth was the closest to my grandmother, and it was obvious that this had hit her hard. In an effort to cheer her up, I took her out for a drive in my car, a BMW 318 sedan.

I obtained this fine example of German engineering in November 1994 due to a car accident that totaled both my car and the car of my older sister Jessica. I was following her to the Honda dealership during the Thanksgiving break so she could have her car put through a regular service interval. A car ran a red light and smashed into the rear passenger side of her car and the front passenger side of mine. The collision totaled both cars and the driver fled the scene, but returned later. Jessica and I looked at each other because something was wrong. A blond haired man left the scene in the damaged car but a dark haired man returned. The two witnesses also agreed that the hair color of the driver had changed, but their word wasn’t definitive either. The driver was the sales manager for the BMW dealership located down the street from the Honda dealership. Jessica was now going be returning to Chicago without a car. My father showed up about the same time the owner of the dealership did and, after an adults only conversation, the owner replaced both cars with used 318i sedans. Thinking that things had turned out all right, my dad spoke briefly with Jessica and I before talking to the two witnesses. My father then had a very brief and very cold exchange with the dealership owner resulting in Jessica and I driving home in brand new 1995 models.

While I was close to all of my siblings, Elizabeth and I got along the best. She and I worked at Rob Jordan’s engine shop the previous summer. Rob ran an import engine and transmission rebuild business that also made high-performance engines, exhaust systems, braking systems, and other performance products. While I worked evenings for my mom’s brother Mike, I also worked days for Rob to save up for college. Elizabeth and I learned a lot about engines, and we applied that knowledge during a project Rob let us pursue. Over the course of two months, we modified the engine of my car using custom-built parts that Rob had designed and we built or ones that he had selected. Elizabeth, or Liza as I called her, put in a lot of extra hours to help me build that custom motor. Using the racing version of the motor as a blueprint, we turned the 1.8-liter 140-hp engine into a 2.0-liter 195-hp engine. It doesn’t sound like much to most people, but our engine pushed that little four-door sedan from 0 to 60 in 7 seconds and the car would hit the quarter-mile mark in 15 seconds. Not too bad for a car that also got nearly 40 mpg on the highway. While the car was mine, the engine that was the heart of that vehicle belonged to her just as much as it did to me.

Liza and I drove around for nearly three hours reminiscing about that summer. Almost a year later, she was still a little disappointed that her age prevented her from going to the BMW driving school with me. She only had her learners’ permit at the time, so there was nothing that could have been done. I told her that she could take the car to the school this summer and that seemed to cheer her up a little. After we stopped for gas, I let her drive for a while before heading home.

Between the large steak dinner, the physical activities of the weekend, and the emotional drain with the loss of my grandmother, I was in bed within minutes after Elizabeth and I got back. I slept nine full hours and I woke up almost completely refreshed. Although I should have been occupied with the loss of my grandmother, as I drove to school my mind was occupied with only one thing: what was Erin’s plan? She seemed so certain that she could make something between us work. Four kids meant my parents could hardly afford to pay for me to live at school which is why I still lived at home. Surely Erin wasn’t planning to have me live with her. While Esenyurt Escort I would not object, I could not see my parents or the University approving that. Still, I hoped that her plan worked and that I wouldn’t have to wait too long before I found out what it was.

I met Heidi and Tony for our morning Calculus class. The professors posted grades by their offices using student ID numbers. Heidi had already made the rounds and collected the grades for everyone. She smiled when she said that she had received a B+ from Professor Grant. After highlighting that I received a perfect 100 on Professor Grant’s final exam, Heidi told me that “I made her sick” and then she punched me I had in fact received A’s in all my classes. . I did ask her if she wanted any more help with this quarter’s chemistry class and she just stuck out her tongue.

Throughout the day, it took everything I had to take notes and engage in conversation, providing the illusion that nothing out of the ordinary had happened over the weekend. I simply could not get my mind to stop wondering what Erin had planned. Fortunately, no one asked me what I had me so distracted. Sarah had laid the groundwork for a story. We spent the weekend in because she wanted the company. It was plausible since Sarah had experienced a very unfortunate childhood. While the members of our circle didn’t know it all, they knew enough to give her space. Furthermore, they knew what I did for her in high school, which is what made the two of us as close as we were. For Sarah to ask for a few days with me on her own wouldn’t even raise an eyebrow.

Sarah joined Heidi, Tony, and me for our one o’clock chemistry class. I was more than slightly disappointed when I didn’t see Erin at the front of the class. Even Heidi stated that she was hoping Professor Grant would be teaching this class as well. The man handing out syllabus pamphlets to the class introduced himself as Professor Collins. He was one of the professors who taught the biochemistry courses. I figured I had better pay attention since he would likely be my professor again in the future.

“Mr. Rhodes,” he said.

“Yes sir,” I replied.

“Please see me after class,” he said stoically.

‘Oh shit’ I thought. Heidi and Sarah just looked at me. To say that I was distracted during the class would be like saying Moby Dick was a fish. Was this part of Erin’s plan? Did someone know about our time together in her office? Did her plan backfire? My mind raced with the potential meanings that could be behind why Professor Collins would need to see me after class. Sarah leaned over more than once and told me to relax. Heidi told me if I didn’t get my act together, I would have to use her notes for the day’s lecture. Finally, it was the thought of Erin that allowed me to focus. I took a deep breath and I could almost hear her telling me to relax and concentrate on the task at hand. So I did.

As the class ended, I walked up to the front of the room. Professor Collins handed me a piece of paper and said, “Dean Tarayama would like to see you in her office at 3PM.”

“Yes sir,” I said and even I could hear the nervousness in my voice.

Sensing my discomfort, he added, “Dean Tarayama is tough, but for someone who managed to get through Professor Grant’s final exam with a perfect score I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“Yeah, it was a tough exam,” I acknowledged. “Wait, you know about that?”

“Knowing her the way I do, I am certain tough doesn’t begin to cover it. I check the grades of all my incoming students. I want to know where they are at with the subject; that way I know what I will be working with during the quarter. I hope you’ll be putting that kind of effort into my class.”

“Absolutely sir,” I replied.

“Good to hear it,” he said while walking for the door. “See you on Wednesday.”

I walked out the door behind him and found Sarah waiting for me.

“Heidi had to make her English class, but she is as curious as I am.”

“I have to meet with Dean Tarayama at three,” I replied solemnly.

“Do you know what’s it about?” Sarah asked.

“No,” I replied. “And that’s what has me worried.”

“Why?” Sarah asked.

She was quiet for a few seconds, then she just looked at me incredulously and leaned in to whisper, “That Friday was in her office wasn’t it?”

I just nodded.

“Do you think someone knows?”

“To my knowledge, only three people do. I think Maria knows as well.”

“Her friend from the club?”

Again I just nodded. Sarah walked with me to the student center and bought me something to drink. We then walked around the campus.

“I don’t think anything is going to happen to you,” she said as we walked.

I tilted my head towards her and looked at her. Sarah stopped and looked me right in the eyes.

“Justin, it may sound crazy but I think she would walk through fire for you.”

“It doesn’t sound crazy at all. Worse yet, I can see her falling on her sword Avcılar Escort to keep me out of it too.”

“And that’s what has you so worried,” Sarah added.

We walked in silence to the chemistry building and continued to the dean’s office. Just before we got there, Sarah hugged me and said that no matter what she was there for me. I just smiled. With all she shoulders, Sarah is one of the most giving friends I have ever known. I entered the reception area of the dean’s office and told the woman behind the desk my name. She picked up the phone and announced my arrival. After hanging up, she told me to go in. As I walked into the dean’s office, I felt my heart stop. There was Dean Tarayama, Professor Grant, and my dad. I was so screwed.

“Come in Justin,” Dean Tarayama said.

I sat down in a chair next to my father.

“We’ve spent the last hour discussing this with your father and he has agreed with our decision,” she continued.

‘Discussing what?’ I wanted to scream. The suspense to all of this was killing. I almost didn’t care if I got kicked out of school; I just wanted to know what the hell was going on. It took everything I had not to look at Erin. I knew I would be able to tell what’s coming if I could see her eyes for just one second. But I couldn’t. I was too afraid what they would see in my eyes.

“At the recommendation of Professor Grant,” she started and slid a piece of paper forward on the desk. “The University has agreed to this.”

I picked up the paper and began reading through it to find something that would let me know what this was about. I skimmed over the date, my name, and my address. I stopped when I read “Subject: Employment Offer”.

“Employment offer?” I said aloud.

“Congratulations son,” my dad said.

I looked up at Dean Tarayama. I know she could see the shock in my eyes.

“The specific terms are spelled out in the employment offer, but in a nutshell you would be acting as both a research assistant and teacher’s assistant to Professor Grant.”

I looked over at Erin. She smiled and walked over to me.

“Congratulations Mr. Rhodes,” she said extending her hand.

I stood up and shook her hand.

“Normally this kind of position is reserved for more senior students,” Erin continued. “But after speaking to some of the other faculty, a few of your high school teachers, and your father, I believed that an exception should be made in this case and the Dean was inclined to agree.”

“Your Mr. Jackson in particular was very persuasive,” the dean added.

She then did a spot on impersonation of Mr. Jackson and said, “This pup has … a wondrous capacity for understanding … the complexities of the chemical sciences … It would be an insult, I think … to higher education … if you passed this pup over … simply due to his age.”

Words could never portray just how closely Dean Tarayama mirrored both the voice and the inflections of Mr. Jackson. Randall Jackson had been was my high school chemistry teacher and the one person responsible for my passion in learning about chemistry. He called all of his students “pups” because he was over sixty years old, and every one of his “pups” knew of his unique manner of speaking. Think of Christopher Walken in front of a classroom and you are pretty close to the image. The man had a razor sharp mind and one of the quickest wits I have ever known. When I was a teacher’s assistant for him during my senior year, I learned that he had multiple degrees in Chemistry including doctorate degrees in Biochemistry and Molecular Biology. He was a mentor to me and wrote the letter of recommendation that got me admitted to the university. It should have come as no surprise that he would continue to further my education wherever possible.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said.

“I for one am hopeful you will say ‘yes’ and accept the offer Mr. Rhodes,” Erin said.

“Of course,” I replied. “Just let me read it and I will sign it right now.”

I quickly scanned the rest of the document. I was to be employed as a Level II Research Assistant. The pay was approximately $15 per hour, with workloads between 80 and 100 hours a month. My employment was contingent on maintaining a 3.2 GPA with a 3.5 in core chemistry classes. In addition, there would be annual reviews of my performance. I couldn’t help but smile when I read who would be providing the reviews of my performance. Finally, upon a satisfactory review of that quarter’s work and my meeting of the GPA requirements my school fees for that quarter would be refunded. I had no clue how Erin had managed to swing all of this, but I was certainly going to ask her later.

I signed the paper and handed it back to Dean Tarayama. She signed it and called her assistant in to have copies made. I just stood there in silence while they talked around me. I couldn’t even recall what they were saying. Just like that, my life suddenly got much brighter. The financial burden that my family took on when I went to college was going to disappear. I was going to learn under another brilliant mentor. Most of all, I would have the freedom to continue with Erin. It was that thought that gave me the strength not to throw my arms around her and kiss in thanks for what she had just done. I could never betray her trust in me to keep our relationship a secret, let alone the faith she had just put in me with this opportunity. I smiled at that thought.

‘I am in a relationship with Erin Grant.’

“Congratulations again Mr. Rhodes,” Dean Tarayama said snapping me out of my thoughts.

She shook my hand and walked us all to the door. I walked out of the office with my father. I know he has always been proud of both my accomplishments and my choices but this was the first time something I had done would have a positive impact to the rest of my family. Over the past two years, I managed to save over $8,000 for school. That money would be gone by the end of June. The cost of going to this school was right at $1,400 per quarter. Add to that $400 in books each quarter, $100 in gas a month, plus some for food, and it averaged around $800 per month. I had turned over the part-time I had with Uncle Mike to Elizabeth as she needed to save for college as well. Mike had offered to employ me as a CAD technician during the summer, but even with that money, I was going to have to get some help from my parents to pay for school. This job was going to both provide a paycheck and be beneficial to my education. Furthermore, Mike’s job offer could go to Elizabeth or my younger brother John. Suddenly my family was no longer shouldering any of the financial burden that my education represented. Although my dad would never say it, that money would go a long way with my siblings.

My only question now regarded when I would see Erin. I was going to have to work on finding a place near campus and I hope I could sell that idea to my parents. With all the hours I would be working plus studying, I hoped it would be an easy task.

“By the way,” my dad said. “Professor Grant and Dean Taramaya both suggested you should move out here to be closer to campus.”

I should have known that Erin would think of that as well.

“I absolutely agree with them,” he said. “You spend over an hour a day driving back and forth and double that in traffic. Spending six to ten hours a week in the car is a waste of time. So I will talk to your mother and you concentrate on finding a place to live.”

“Deal,” I said with a smile.

“Mr. Rhodes,” I heard Erin call after us.

“Yes,” we both replied.

Erin just smiled. She addressed my father.

“I know you and Justin have a lot to discuss with your family tonight, but if you don’t mind I would like to have him stay late tomorrow. We have an aggressive schedule ahead of us and I want to get a jump on the equipment purchases as well as some of his other responsibilities.”

“Of course,” he replied and looked at me.

“My last class tomorrow is a lab that goes from one to four.”

“Perfect,” Erin said. “Stop by my office when you are done and we’ll go from there. Be prepared for a long evening though. As you may recall from last quarter, I expect nothing less than 100% from anyone who works for me.”

“I’m up for the challenge,” I replied.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear Justin,” she said while shaking my hand.

Turning to my father, she added, “Mr. Rhodes, again, thank you for taking the time off of work to come down here at such short notice.”

“It was no trouble at all,” he replied. “Believe me when I say, I should be thanking you for what you are doing for my son.”

Erin walked away towards her office while my dad and I started in the other direction.

“So I hear you did a pretty gallant thing last week for her daughter,” my dad said.

I just smiled. Sarah was waiting for me outside. At first she looked concerned when she saw my dad, but when she saw the smile on my face she knew everything was all right. She greeted him with a ‘hi dad’ and gave him a hug. As far as my parents were concerned, Sarah was family. She joined us as we walked with my father to his car. I filled her in on my new job and on my dinner plans tomorrow. My dad threw in the part about being ‘prepared for a long evening’ and laughed about how he thought Professor Grant would work me to the bone.

“Sarah I hate to impose,” he started. “but Justin’s mother always worries when he is driving late at night.”

“It’s no imposition at all. He always cleans my apartment spic-and-span, so it’s like having a maid.”

I just smiled as Sarah ran her hand through my hair.

“I have to get back to the office to finish a few things, but I will see you tonight when you get home.”

“Bye dad,” I said as Sarah said it with me.

As he drove off, Sarah just turned and stared at me.

“You’re going to be working for Professor Grant?”

I just nodded.

“And you’re going to be getting a place out here?”

I just nodded again.

“Well now that you are a working man, you owe me some dinner. Let’s go pick up some Chinese and you can tell me all about the weekend.”

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“Hey, Dad!” My daughter gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks again for letting us borrow your car for the night.”

I held out the keys and dropped them into her hands. “Take care of it, Sara.”

“I know that!” She nudged me. “Well, my friend Beth should be here any moment. Thank god, I need a girls’ night so badly.”

Sara’s phone started buzzing. She looked at the screen and rolled her eyes as she answered. “What?” she said sharply. She walked out of the room, taking her terse conversation with her.

My daughter returned a minute later. “Ugh, boys ruin everything.” She picked up her purse. “I don’t have time to text my friend, can you just let her know I can’t go out tonight?” she asked as she gave a quick hug.

“Oh, I love being the bearer of bad news.”

“G’night, Dad!”

“See you, honey.”

The doorbell rang a few minutes later. I opened it to reveal a woman made several inched higher by her black thigh-high boots. Silky stockings clung to her skin as they arose from the boots, the lace at the top poorly hidden by her skimpy dress. Her thighs shifted around under the dress, which seemed to rise as she moved. She seemed torn between carefree teenage days and transitioning to the real world.

“Oh hi, ‘Dad,'” she said.

I opened the door and gestured for her to come in. “You must be Beth. Bad news, Sara had to go deal with-a situation…”

The young woman rolled her eyes. “That jerk.” She was trying to be sneaky about pulling her dress back down to cover the lace on the stockings, pinched upward by a garter.

“Sorry, she left.”

“Left?” Beth sat down next to me. “Well, guess my night is shot.” She looked around the room. She was 22; the way she moved was so sexy, with a hint of naivete.

“Something to drink?” I asked as I opened the fridge.

“Sure, just a soda would be great,” she said. I handed her a Coke and she cracked it open and took little Esenyurt Escort sips. We made idle chit-chat for a few moments.

Suddenly she blurted, “So, is it true that ‘older’ guys are better?” Her nervous flirting was adorable.

“Better at what?” I asked coyly. Is she really coming onto me?

“You know…sex stuff.” She blushed deeply.

I was afraid she would hear as my heart pounded hard against my ribs. My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out.

“I would like someone…experienced…to teach me how …”

“How to fuck?” I was shocked as the words came out of my mouth.

She kicked her foot lightly. “Yes. Will you teach me? I’m nervous that I’m not any good.”

“Well, I…” I started. She pulled the dress over her head, revealing sexy legs, her tits bouncing perkily back into place as the dress came off. She stood there for a moment. My cock jumped.

She maintained eye contact with me as she silently unzipped her boots and kicked them off. The black stockings started at the feet and climbed her thighs, the garters clinging to the top of her legs.

Despite maintaining eye contact, she seemed a bit shy. She slowly moved to the couch and sat down.

She seemed hesitant at first, slowly opening her legs, finally spreading her flexible thighs wide apart. Her pussy had the sweetest rose-petal lips I’ve ever seen. Her legs and pussy were pulled open a little by the wide spread of her legs.

My eyes widened and I start taking shallow little breaths. Act cool, I told myself. I did my best to compose myself while taking in the sight of those silky pussy lips topped with a button of a clit. My entire core was pulsing and I hoped I didn’t faint from all the blood starting to engorge my cock.

She looked down at herself and blushed. “Oh…you don’t find me attractive that way,” she said as she started to ball up.

It took me a moment to remember how to Avcılar Escort speak. I said, “Oh, sweetheart,” I said as I approached her and gently put my hands on her thighs. I put slight pressure to encourage her to open up again. “You are perfect.” She visibly relaxed as her legs fell back open.

“Really?”

I could only nod in response. I planted little kisses up her inner thigh and felt the increasing heat as I got closer to her hairless pussy. Her feminine scent got stronger until I face was two inches from her pussy. I moved my hands to her ass, one cheek filling each hand. I gently ran my fingers up and down her lips.

I could feel her heat on my face as I pressed my tongue to her velvety pussy. She even tasted fresh. My tongue circled her tiny clit as I sucked lightly. Her moan turned to a squeal as I sucked harder, pulling lightly on her muscular lips.

I rubbed my finger over her opening. I looked briefly and it looked like my finger had melted into her pinkness. She bucked her curvy hips towards my mouth. I pushed my lips against her taut pussy and flicked her clit as I sucked with my lips. Her pussy was quickly becoming slick.

She got up and pushed me back. My cock rose as she undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them off with my underwear. My erection was already big, but kept growing. She mounted over my cock and leaned back. Suddenly the very tip of my cock was squeezed tightly by hot creamy pussy.

She circled her hips ever so slightly. A shiver started in my cock and spread throughout my body, running back down my spine to my aching cock. I wanted to thrust-no, SLAM-that tight wetness. I wanted to feel her suddenly stretch as I sunk inside of her. It would take a hard thrust to get past her firm opening.

But I resisted. My cock throbbed harder, expanding into the biggest diamond-hard boner I’ve ever had. If I don’t cum soon…

She got got off of me and got down on her knees, ass up in the air. She took my cock in her and studied it for a moment. My cock was throbbing hard against the hot skin of her hand. She kissed the tip, then circled slowly with her tongue. She was finding sensitive spots; I took deep breaths to keep myself from cumming.

She moved her mouth further down my cock, more of my cock disappearing beyond her luscious lips. She explored different combinations of using her tongue and lips, different amounts of pressure, taking in every inch of my cock that wanted to explode.

She slowly pulled her mouth off my cock, not blinking once as she looked up at me. The moment the tip was out, I flipped her over. She giggled as she knelt on all fours, ass curved up to me. I grabbed her hips and slid my cock into her. She cried out in surprise and clenched, then relaxed and circled her hips. I paused there for a moment, my body adapting to this moment and this pussy surrounding my cock. I slowly start to slide my cock in and out. Her pussy was accepting more of me.

“Here, it’s better for you if you’re clit gets played with.” I moved my fingers to her engorged clit. She uttered a moan of pleasure. She became more wet around my cock. I thrust harder…faster…then harder and faster. She moved her hips in rhythm with my cock and my fingers playing with her clit.

My hand quivered as it gripped her ass. I opened my eyes and saw her face contorted into near-silent ecstasy. I clenched my ass hard as I thrust forward and filled her pussy with cum. I ground a little against her as the cum came pouring out. I rubbed her clit harder and she squeezed down on my cock.

I finished cumming and my cock was still hard. Her pussy throbbed lightly around my satisfied cock. I thrust hard a couple of times. She seems surprised, but pressed harder against me. I thrusted more, finally slamming against her dripping pussy. She screamed in delight and her juices squirt all over me as I pull out. I lean forward and wrap my arms around her.

Panting, she turned around and hugged back, her head buried in my chest. I held her close.

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With the house to myself after the twins left with a friend, I could do anything I wanted. I thought about the sisters that I had met last night in the hot-tub. I anticipated that there would be more of that. I decided to finish my homework for the weekend and be free of that hanging over me.

An hour later, I heard a strange tapping noise from my bedroom. It got my attention and I listened to hear where it was coming from. It didn’t sound like a knock on the front door or the back door. The tapping came again. Maybe it’s a woodpecker pecking on the side of the house. That didn’t seem right either. The tapping came again but louder and more taps.

I got out of bed to investigate. I grabbed my robe off the back of the door and was in the process of pulling it over my naked body when I saw the source of the tapping. Sarah and Sandy were standing in our picture window that looks into the backyard. Sarah was rapping her knuckles on the window pane as she had her face pressed to the glass so she could see inside. Sandy was beside her with her back to the window. I guess she was making sure no one saw them. Sarah grinned when she saw that I was naked and in the process of pulling my robe on. I pointed at the backdoor and headed that way.

I opened the door and the two of them slid quickly through the gap before I had the door fully opened. They wore tight tee-shirts with no bras. Their nipples pushed on the cotton material. They had cut-off jean shorts and gleaming white sneakers. Their hair was down and it hung well past their shoulders to the small of their backs. Their erect nipples had the expected effect on my dick and I didn’t even realize that it had lifted and was poking through the gap of my robe until their eyes went wide and they put their hands to their mouths and snickered. I grabbed my robe and pulled it together but there was nothing to be done about the tent in my robe.

“What’s up?” I said.

Sarah and Sandy giggled and Sarah pointed at my crotch and said, “It looks like that’s up.” Sandy burst out laughing and Sarah gave an elbow to Sandy’s ribs. Sandy elbowed her back, knocking her against the closed door. Angry looks flashed back and forth between the two of them for only moments and then Sandy began caressing her left nipple with her right hand. I doubt that she even realized that she was doing it.

Several moments of silence passed between us and it was clearly making them uncomfortable. Finally, Sarah stumbled out a sentence to break it. “Ummm… ummmm. We are actually here … ummm … for that.” She pointed at the tent in my robe. She was rocking nervously from foot to foot as she spoke. Sandy just nodded vigorously when Sarah finished and pointed at my tented robe too. I let more silence fill the room. I wanted more information about what they wanted with my cock and I just wanted to mess with them a little.

After nearly a minute, I pulled my robe apart and let my erection bounce upward and point directly at their wide-eyed faces. The girls turned to each other and Sandy whispered, “Fuck. It’s huge. We have to get a couple of selfies. Those snooty bitches would never believe us without the selfies.”

Sarah giggled and turned back to me. She spoke to my bouncing cock rather than my face as she said, “Well. Ummm … We wanted to take some selfies of us with your big dick. We won’t get your face. We just want to have some proof to show the class princess and her court. They would just say we made last night up just to make ourselves look woke.” Sandy just nodded. She was fiddling with her nipples again. Sarah saw her doing that and swatted Sandy’s hand away from her tits.

I got the gist of their request but I wasn’t pleased that they planned to blab our hot-tub session around their high school just to make themselves look more ‘woke’. I got it though. High School life sucks when you’re on the outside of cliques like the class princess and her court. I had experienced it not very long ago. I said, “What’s your plan? Just take cell-phone photos of my erection to show the princess?” Sarah grinned and nodded and pulled her cell-phone from her pocket. Sandy followed suit and showed me her cell-phone.

I grinned at them and continued, “If your intent is to brag about how big the dick was that you had sex with, you’d need to put something in the shot for comparison.”

Sandy said, “You mean like a ruler or something?”

I smiled and said, “That would work, but then the princess would just say that you downloaded the photos off a porn site.”

Sarah’s eyes widened like she had an idea. She looked at Sandy and they had that twin’s communication thing going on. She turned back to me and said, “What if we took selfies of ourselves kissing your dick? That would be proof, huh?”

I smiled and said, “That would be undeniable proof.” Sandy took my hand and pulled me into the living room and Sandy took several shots of Sarah with her lips pressed to my knob.

They got together to review the shots and then Sarah said, “This won’t work. These pictures look like I kissed a big dildo. We have to get Dex’s hips in the shot and take some shots to show how big it is and then show us Esenyurt Escort sucking it into our mouths. Sandy was on board with that plan and we all moved into position. Sandy took pictures while Sarah first kissed my knob and then pushed her lips on and slowly pushed about a third of my cock into her mouth. She gripped the base near my balls. Sandy said that she was going to switch to video and Sarah began her blow-job as she looked at the camera. Sandy giggled and said that she wanted her turn.

Sarah was reluctant to stop her blow-job and so was I. They switch positions and Sandy kissed my knob while Sarah clicked off pictures. Then Sandy pushed onto my cock and struggled to get further down my shaft. Tears burst out on her cheeks and she gagged a little but quickly recovered. Sarah was clicking away. Then Sarah told us she was going to video and Sandy began her blow-job while Sarah filmed. After a minute Sarah lowered the cell-phone and said, “I think we’ve got what we came for.” Sandy kept right on sucking my cock.

Sandy pulled back and licked her lips and looked up at me and said, “Fuck my face?” I smiled down at her as she pushed her lips back on. She pulled my hands up to the sides of her head and I started gently face-fucking her. Sarah raised her cell-phone and started filming again.

Sarah got some close-up shots and then said, “Come on Sandy. We’d better get home before Mom and Dad get back from grocery shopping. I continued the face-fuck making sure I didn’t push to much cock in her mouth.

Sandy pulled back against my hands and I let her go. She pulled off my cock and said, “We should have some pictures with Dex’s cum on our faces. That would shut the princess-bitch up.” Sarah was reluctant to stay any longer but she eagerly nodded and Sandy went back to work on my cock. Sarah moved down beside her sister and I pulled my cock from Sandy and let Sarah push her way down my shaft. I was getting close to cumming as I moved back and forth between them. As I got closer, I took the cell phone from Sarah to get a bird’s-eye view of them sucking my cock. I warned them when I couldn’t hold back anymore and Sarah pulled her face back beside Sandy’s with her tongue out like she’d apparently seen on porno sites. Sandy did the same and grabbed my cock and began furiously jerking on it. I blew my wad of long pearly white streams in a half-dozen installment onto their hair and down over their faces. I aimed the shots so both of them got an even share. I aimed for their open mouths and they received it before pushing it out on their lips. I was in the throes of my orgasm and my hips flew forward in a subconscious effort to launch my jizz as far as I could. They were covered and I got it all on video.

When we were done. I took a few still shots of them side-by-side covered in cum. They should have enough to satisfy the princess-bitch and her court. Sarah started licking the cum from Sandy’s face and I started filming again. Sandy did the same for Sarah and then the got up and went to the kitchen sink to wash off the sticky residue. I closed up my robe over my softening dick and synched the belt.

Sarah and Sandy came over to me and kissed me on the lips and thanked me for helping them out. I said that the pleasure was all mine and it was. They scanned the backyard through the rear door windows and then made a run for the hedges where they had disappeared last night.

I sat down on the couch and thought, ‘Well, that was an interesting hour,’ as I lazily stroked my semi-erect dick. Then my mind turned to the upcoming afternoon.

As I was getting ready to go, I wondered if I should jerk-off so I could last longer with a group of horny women; at least that was what I thought might happen. I decided that the morning ejaculation in Sarah’s and Sandy’s faces would be good enough.

As I drove into Molly’s driveway, she came running out and said, “Good, you’re early. Park your car on the street. Okay?” I did as she requested although I didn’t understand why. Molly hurried me into the garage through the side door that she had come out through. She immediately put her index finger to her lips as a sign to be quiet. I was quiet as instructed. Molly eased open the door from the garage to the house and pushed her head inside to see if the coast was clear. She motioned for me to follow her and she went quickly through the downstairs and up to her room. I caught a flash of her mother in the kitchen as I hurried behind Molly.

Molly softly closed her bedroom door behind me. I was confused and Molly read my face. She said, “My mother doesn’t know you are coming. This is a surprise for her and her friends in the support group. All they do at these get-togethers is moan about their lost husbands and tell each other how horny they are. Last week, before she got a load of your monster cock, Mom suggested that they hire a male stripper and take turns fucking the shit out of him, her words. The others thought that was a great idea but none of them stepped up to making that happen. So, if you’re up for it, I thought you’d make a fantastic stripper. I have a leather hood that I bought at the sex shop down town to hide your identity, Avcılar Escort if you want.

The doorbell downstairs bonged and we heard her mother yell, “Come on in.” We looked out her bedroom window and a total of four very expensive cars had pulled in. One middle-aged woman was half-way up the sidewalk carrying some kind of food dish. Two other younger women were getting out of their cars and collecting a food dish of their own from their back seats. They hugged each other with their free arm and kissed before making their way up the sidewalk.

Molly said, “Nice looking gaggle of MILF’s huh?” I laughed and nodded. “I figured that you would let things get going and get into their moaning mode before you show up in your costume.” She handed me the aforementioned leather mask, a pre-made bow-tie and what was basically a jock-strap with a furry elephant’s trunk sticking out in front to accommodate my dick.

I took the items and said, “Seriously. I’m not going to wear this thing.” Molly giggled and said, “Mom says that the fuzzy elephant dicks on those party porno sites really turn her on. You can do this for her can’t you?” I relented and started to get undressed, to don her costume. She watched with considerable interest as I got down to naked, and then she said, “Umm.. We have some time before you go on. How about me getting some of that?” She pointed at my dick that at the moment was dangling limply between my legs. “Jesus. Dex. It’s huge even when it’s soft.” She lifted her short skirt to reveal that she wore no panties. She spread her labia and said, “See how wet I am?”

My cock reacted as usual and began it’s rise. Molly just stared at it as it got longer and fatter as it rose up off my balls, to horizontal and finally to bobble around as it pointed at her face. From the look on her face, she was fascinated. “Damn. I’ve never seen that before. By the time I’ve seen my boyfriend’s dicks, they’re already hard.”

I replied, “As beautiful as you are, I’m not surprised.” Molly turned red with embarrassment and then hurried across the room and into my arms. She was nearly in tears as she kissed me over and over again as my cock jabbed her in the stomach. She finally acknowledged it and wrapped her fingers around the shaft just below the ridge. She pushed her hand toward my body, stretching the skin of my glans. I do this same thing when I masturbate because it heightens the sensation. She kissed me again sensuously as she started jerking me off. Her right hand was on my shaft facing opposite with her thumb toward my body. She joined her left hand the same way and vigorously stroked my cock. She was pulling me forward and pushing me back. She was already breathing erratically.

She tried to push my cock downward toward her naked pussy but my cock was so hard it wouldn’t comfortably do that. I put my hands on her waist and lifted her straight up in the air. She had to release my cock although she did that reluctantly as if she was afraid, she wouldn’t get it back. Molly hooked her heels behind my thighs as I lowered her pussy toward my cock. Neither of us could see but when she touched my cock; she made an adjustment and rocked her hips onto it. She groaned hard and long as I lowered her. I moved my hands to cup her naked butt-cheeks and started rocking my cock in and out of her as she did the same with her hips.

Her arms went around my neck to hang on and we kissed long passionate kisses as we fucked each other. Molly used her legs to pull herself on even harder and it wasn’t long before her eyes went wide and her body seized. She let out a groan, “Oh fuck. Dex. I’m cumming. Jesus. Fuck me hard. OOOOHHHH.” The last part came out as a wail. We were already fucking as hard as we could in this standing position so I turned and pushed her against a wall and pummeled her pussy. She was cumming already and she wailed out another moan, “AAAWWWWW.” She stopped kissing me and her head lolled back against the wall with her eye’s pinched shut and her mouth open in a sensuous “O”. She was chanting, “Oh my gaawwd. Oh my gaaawwd.” I could feel her erect nipples on my chest under her tight-fitting Angora sweater. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra.

I could have pushed myself up to join Molly’s orgasm but I wanted to save myself for the task at hand. When Molly’s face dropped to my shoulder, I knew she was done. She was gasping for air and continued her mantra for another minute or so. I flexed my hard cock in her and her body lurched and she let out another moan before settling down again. I could have kept doing that but I decided to let her come down.

I walked us over to her bed and bent over to let her down. She released her legs and let herself slide of my erection to her bed. She released my neck after one more kiss and I stood up. She just watched my cock bobbing up and down in front of her. I grabbed up the bow-tie and put that on. Then I stepped into the elephant trunk jock strap, noting the Velcro, quick disconnect straps on my ass. I went to Molly’s bathroom and wiped my cock clean and dry from her lubrication and stuffed my cock down the elephant trunk. I checked myself out in the mirror and had to laugh. Not bad though, all things considered.

Molly giggled when I walked back into her bedroom swinging the elephant trunk from side to side. I pulled on the leather mask. It was a little tight but not bad. Molly grabbed her cell-phone off her night table and I posed, flexing my ripped muscles. She took several shots and then said, “Take your cock out of the trunk so I can get some shots of that. I did as she asked and walked my semi-hard dick over to her so she could suck it up to full size. I stepped back and posed with my cock pointing at the pictures on the wall across the room. She took several shots. In my mask, no one would be able to identify me without being intimately familiar with my erection.

Molly wiped her pussy dry with the same towel I had used and then she motioned for me to follow her. My erection was back in the elephant trunk as I followed Molly to the top of the stairs. I could hear the women downstairs talking in the kitchen. Why do parties always happen in the kitchen instead of somewhere more comfortable. That was where the food was, I guess.

Anyway, it made it easy for us to get down the stairs without being seen. Molly grabbed the elephant trunk and pulled me close behind her. We stopped and listened to the conversation in the kitchen. Molly had timed it pretty well. One of the younger women was asking Linda if she had made any arrangement for a stripper like they had discussed last week. Linda responded that she hadn’t. She said that she was too embarrassed and suggested that Midge do it. A middle-aged woman, that was probably Midge, objected and said that Dierdra should do it. A youngish voice said, “No way. I’d be happy to participate but I’m not setting it up.”

Molly said, “Well, I guess that isn’t going to happen.” We heard the other women one by one agree with her. The voice, presumably belonging to Dierdra said, “Shit. I’m about ready to fuck the bedpost. My dildo is useless. I can’t get off no matter how long I go. It’s so frustrating.”

Another younger voice spoke, “I know what you mean. I need a young virile cock pretty soon or I’m going to go nuts.”

An older voice, probably Midge, added, “I’d take an old half-deflated one at this point.” She got a hear-hear from another voice.

Linda said, “I don’t get it. We’re all pretty good-looking women with some experience on us. Why can’t we get a good-looking guy without acting like a bunch of sluts on the prowl?”

Midge’s voice said, “Maybe that’s exactly what we’ll need to do.” The others didn’t think much of that idea.

Molly was squeezing my cock to keep it up while she waited for just the right moment to step into the kitchen with her surprise. I guess right then was the moment because Molly released my cock and motioned for me to wait as she stepped into the kitchen.

Molly’s mother greeted her with a surprised voice and then said, “Hi Molly, you remember Midge, Dierdra, Francine and Amelia?” Molly nodded at each of them as her mother pointed them out.

Francine spoke up right away and said, “It’s Frankie.” Midge was Linda’s age and Dierdra and Frankie were younger by a decade and Amelia was thirty at the most. All pretty young to lose their husbands and based on their conversations that I had listened in on; none were ready to leave sex behind.

Molly said, “Mom? Why don’t you tell these ladies about your experience earlier this week? I hope you aren’t mad at me, but I overheard you guys talking about getting a stripper to fuck, or rather have sex with, last week. After your story I’ll give you my surprise?”

I peeked around the corner to watch Linda’s reaction. She turned red and glared at Molly who just smiled back at her. The others were intrigued and urged Linda to tell them her story. They were as giddy as school girls.

Linda held up her hands to quiet the group and then proceeded to tell how she’d had sex with a college guy. She left out the part about Molly bringing the guy home as a gift for her. The other women hooted and pumped their fists and urged Linda to tell all the details. Linda was embarrassed by the raw talk of the sex she’d had but she succumbed to the others prodding. She described her emotions and sensations to the others like she had relived them over and over again all week. She even described the anal sex and multiple orgasm. The others were squirming on their barstools as Linda told the story. Molly grinned through her entire story.

When Linda was done, she and the others were breathless and fanning their faces. She turned to her daughter fanning her own flushed face with towel and said, “I thought I would have another orgasm just talking about it. So, what is your surprise?” Both Molly and I knew that we wouldn’t fool her mother with the hood. Just my height and physique gave me away. Once out of the elephant trunk, my cock definitely would have. Molly said to her mother and friends, “Let’s go in the living room to get comfortable.” The group was intrigued and they jumped off their stools and hurried into the living room and picked out their seats. Linda reluctantly followed as she eye-balled Molly. As they left the kitchen, I moved in so they wouldn’t see me at the bottom of the stairs. At six foot six and a ripped physique, with a red leather face mask, a bow-tie and elephant trunk jock-strap and nothing else, I was easy to spot.

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This is a true story of the first time I had sex with another man. I have had sex many times since then but it stands out as one of the most erotic times I have ever had.

When I was 18 years old, I had heard a rumor that a bar on the other side of town was gay. I had always had “urges” to have sex with a man but was always scared of trying. After thinking about it for a couple days, I got brave enough to go to the bar.

It was slow for a Friday night, maybe about 7 people plus the bartender. I sat down at the bar, ordered a beer (I guess I looked old enough, I didn’t get carded) and kinda watched everyone. After a while, an older guy named Gerry started chatting with me. He was about 50 ish years old 5’10 around 200lbs, with wavy salt and pepper hair and “Magnum PI” mustache. After about an hour and a half of bullshitting with him, and with the bar closing, he asked me if I wanted to go back to his house and have a beer. I said ok and followed him home. While driving, my mind was going a million miles a hour in about a million different directions. More than once, I almost turned away to drive home. But the prospect of finally seeing what it would be like to be with another guy was giving me an erection and kept my car right behind Gerry’s car.

Once at Gerry’s house, he turned on some music and grabbed me a beer from the fridge. He excused himself and went and let the dog out. While he was gone, I looked around the house. On his fridge was a post card showing a man’s naked ass with a caption arrowed to the asses crack saying “wish you were Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan here”. This removed any doubt as to why Gerry invited me here. “That was from a good friend that just moved to Key West.”, said Gerry from behind me. “Awesome place. You need to go there sometime.”

We talk for awhile. He told about Key West. I told him about college. Sex came up finally and I bulshitted with him about the girls from high school. This all was over the course of 3 more beers. I had a pretty good buzz on and new I wasn’t going anywhere that night. I moved a certain way and you could hear my back “creak” from across the room. I laughed and stretched out my arms and arched my back. I kinda snickered after hearing multiple “poping” sounds come from my back. At that, Gerry asked me if I wanted a back rub. “Sure” Gerry downed that last of his beer and got up and then helped me to my feet.

Staggering a little bit, he led me to his bed room and told me to stretch out on his water bed and he would be right back. Gerry turned out all his lights in the house, and when he got back to the bed room, he found me still lying on his bed, still in my close. “Silly boy. I can’t rub you down with your clothing on” he said. At that he proceeded to help me get undressed while I stayed lying on the bed. As my shirt and pants came off, I felt his fingures touching my back and legs. I arched my back again as he pulled my underwear off on his own. His eyes went to my now exposed cock. I almost thought he was going to grab it but he slid off the Bahçeşehir Escort Bayan bed and started to take off his own close. There I was, stark naked and watching him get undresses. When it came down to his taking his underwear off I saw a cock that had to be at least 8 inches and starting to get hard. He turned out the light and got back into the bed.

There he pulled out baby oil from the night stand and started to apply it to my back and shoulders. While was doing this, I felt his now rock hard cock pressing against my ass. After about 15 minutes, he started to work on my ass with the baby oil. He spent about 5 minutes on each check, and then he applies some oil on my asshole and balls. My God, I was in heaven! This man knew what he was doing. He rubbed up and down my crack pressing his fingered more and more against my asshole. He worked the tip of his index finger into my ass. At first it felt weird. Then I felt a jabbing pain. I started to move and he stopped me, telling me to relax in a very hypnotic voice. “You need this as much as I need to give it to you”. His face was close to mine and he kissed my neck and worked his way up to my lips. I felt his tongue dancing in my mouth with his. I was again totally relaxed. I hadn’t realized it but he had his entire index finger in my ass at that point. He added yet more oil and a he put his figure in me again.

It felt soooo goood. He started to put oil on his dick. I tried to help, but again told me to just relax. He the laid on top of my back with his hands on clamped each of my wrists, as I was spread eagle. I felt his cock getting closer to it primary target. He let go of one of my wrist long enough to for him to spread my ass cheeks apart and to guide his cock to my ass hole all the while he is kissing my lips and neck then I felt it start to enter me.

Again I started to feel to pain, but this time I just laid there. I wanted this so bad. He slowly worked it in an inch at a stroke until he was at the hilt of his cock. He Just laid there for a minute. When it seamed like I was totally relaxed again, he started to work his cock in and out of me, slow at first, but he did start to pick up speed after about 3 or 4 minutes. He kept telling me over and over how tight I was. Every once in a while he would he would stop, as to stop himself from coming to quickly. But he did start to get into a real good rhythm. I said it before, but I was really in heaven. After about 10 minutes, I felt him start to get quicker. He all of a sudden buried his cock in me and stopped. I could feel his dick throb in my ass as he started to cum. His cock started to move in and out of me again and I felt some of his warm excess cum fall onto my balls and inner leg. After a minute of him just laying on me, his cock when soft enough that it fell out of my ass. The last thing I remember was him rolling me over, and him kissing me as he played with my cock and balls, but I dozed off shortly after that.

In the morning, I woke up to him sucking on my cock. He was an expert! I exploded into his mouth after a couple minutes. We fucked and sucked for the rest of the weekend, getting dressed only once to get Chinese takeout.

We saw each other a quite a few times after that over the next couple of years, but nothing was as good as the night my ass lost its cherry!

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Amy had been teaching at Marchmont Schools for almost ten years now, although you would never guess from her looks that she had even been out of high school for that long, let alone college. At 33, she felt like she didn’t turn heads like she used to. Her husband always told her differently, but she used to feel the stares at bars, and had never paid for a drink in her life. Something about being the tallest girl in most rooms made men notice you, and if she was in the mood for a little attention, all it took was some bare leg. As she aged, she had begun to fill out a dress a little differently than she had in her teens and twenties. Dan recognized this fact too, although the two of them disagreed on whether this was a good or bad fact. Where Dan saw a bigger bust, curvier hips, and a nice shapely ass, Amy saw a higher number on the scale and a chance of cellulite. Her 5’10” frame made her curves all the more impressive, although she certainly didn’t see it that way.

Trying on a red dress to compliment her long, black hair, she considered the woman in the mirror. From some angles she definitely still appreciated the way her legs looked, the way her breasts remained perky, and the curve of a womanly ass. But she craved the attention she used to get, the knowledge of being able to control any guy in the room, at least for tonight.

She decided the red dress was too flashy. After all, she was just playing the hostess. And it was silly to think that a group of high school boys would give her any attention. Shit, she was old enough to be their mom, technically. Marchmont had a reputation for excellence in sports, which the administration took great pains to continue. Many former graduates had gone on to NCAA fame, and the number of professional athletes with a Marchmont letterman jacket hanging in some closet was disproportionate to the school’s small size. One of the keys to this success was a strict ignorance to the state’s “guidelines” on age and grade placement. As a result, almost every senior at Marchmont was at least 18, and every varsity athlete this year was technically an adult. But 18 years old is a long way from 33, and she doubted any of these boys would care whether she was wearing the red dress or a clown costume. She’d just be another “mom” to them.

She settled on a simpler black skirt and top, with red heels (hey, she could be a LITTLE flashy, 33 or not), smoothed her hair, and did one last “hair, makeup, butt” check in the vanity mirror. If Dan were home, he’d probably make some Van Halen joke, but she’d have to do without tonight, as Dan was working late. Again. It was good for their bank account, but Amy missed feeling affection. It seemed like all they did now was work, eat dinner, and watch TV until they fell asleep. What a life, huh? Amy sighed, grabbed her keys, and exited to her little crossover SUV.

The basketball team had won the state championship. Fifth year in a row, and something like the thirtieth time overall. Every year, the coach threw a party to celebrate the season, but his little apartment was much too small to host the team. It would be just the varsity boys, but each year someone volunteered to host the party- generally one of the boys’ parents. This year no one had stepped up, and with two weeks until the deadline, Amy made the mistake of mentioning in the staff lunchroom that their rental house across town was currently vacant. Coach Vargas pounced, and Amy found herself hosting twelve young men on a Friday night. Coach had assured her that they would clean up afterwards, and he would provide all of the food, so really all she had to do was unlock the door and make sure everyone found the place, although she knew she would stay for the evening (even if it was secluding herself in one of the rear bedrooms with a book).

As she pulled up the rental’s driveway, she laughed to see two of the players already here. She had thought with the excitement from the win, and the time to shower and change back into their suits (Vargas made them all wear suits on game day- something about respect), that she would’ve had another hour before any of them showed up. Oh well.

“Hi Miss Amy! Thanks for letting us use your place,” said Tim before her car door was even closed. He had always been an anxious kid when she had taught him years ago, and it seemed like nothing had changed. Except that now he was 6’2″ with broad shoulders, but the grin and the sparkling eyes were the same.

“Yeah thanks Miss Amy!” chimed in Marcus, the other early bird. If it weren’t for their height, there would be no resemblance at all between the two boys. Tim was a blond-haired, blue-eyed kid that looked like he just got off the bus from the Iowa cornfields, whereas Marcus was black, tall, and built like a tank. He had to weigh 260 lbs, but it looked to be all muscle. But resemblance or not, they seemed to get along great, at least from what Amy had seen.

“Hi boys. Coach said he’d be around in a bit with the food, but in the meantime make yourselves at Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan home,” Amy said as she opened the door.

“Oh, sorry- he didn’t tell you? Coach can’t come tonight. He’s having the food delivered, but he had something with the hospital, and… I don’t remember. But he gave us these for you,” said Tim.

Typical Vargas, Amy thought as she took the papers. It was a non-disclosure agreement about the party: nothing that happened here was to be discussed blah blah blah. It was understood at Marchmont that if the students needed to blow off some steam, the older ones might have a drink or two while the adults looked the other way. A full NDA seemed a bit excessive, but whatever- Amy signed the bottom and added it to the stack already containing Tim and Marcus’ signatures below the blank copies.

As she moved around the house turning on lights and checking the thermostat, the other boys started to arrive. Most of them brought a case of beer with them, and it wasn’t long until the young men were tipsy and loud. Amy just rolled her eyes at most of it, and headed to the back bedroom to relax. After maybe an hour, the doorbell rang and Amy went to get the food from the delivery driver. She took the pizzas into the kitchen, and decided to eat with the boys rather than hiding away again.

At first the boys quieted down a little, and Amy felt guilty for interrupting their fun, but as the eating tapered off the boys’ volume returned. Amy found herself surrounded by a group of young, strong men, and the fact that she was the only woman around sure hadn’t escaped their attention. Although she was sure they all thought they were being subtle, Amy had noticed them staring at her chest and her ass more times than her husband had stared their entire marriage. She was sure it was only because there was no one their age present, but it still sent a little thrill through her to know that she could still raise some glances, if nothing else.

A young man whom she thought was named Lamar wandered over to her, and between bites of pizza asked her “So Miss Amy. What do you do for fun?”

“What do I do for fun? That’s an interesting icebreaker.”

“Oh, sorry, I mean… Hey. I’m Tiny.” He certainly wasn’t tiny- at almost seven feet tall, the starting center’s nickname was clearly ironic. “Some of the boys and me were trying to figure out what to do next, so I figured I’d ask you. What do you do for fun?”

Amy laughed gently. “Well, I don’t know. I’m sure my idea of fun is too old-fashioned for you anyway.”

“Old-fashioned?” the boy replied. “Hey, if it’s fun it’s fun. Besides, you’re not that old. You’re like MILF age, not…” he trailed off embarrassed as his brain caught up with his mouth.

“MILF, huh?” Amy giggled in spite of herself. She knew she probably should reprimand the young man, but his embarrassment was too funny to keep a straight face.

“I mean… no, it’s just… you’re a really attractive lady. And I meant that you’re not old. I mean, you’re young.” Tiny was rambling and turning slightly pink, and Amy placed her hand on his arm to reassure him she wasn’t mad.

“It’s okay, Tiny. Thank you.” She felt his arm tense, and for the first time noticed how strong he felt under her little hand. In fact, she was the shortest person in the room.

It had been a long time since she felt dainty. She was usually the tallest girl around, and she had taken to wearing flats to blend in and slouching. Now as she stood straight in heels, she was still a good inch or two shorter than the smallest of the team, and it was nice to feel small in a group of strong men, even if they were a decade younger than her.

“Well,” she continued. “I don’t know. We used to go out to the bars, but obviously that’s out. I guess dancing isn’t as fun with just a group of guys. I don’t know- my husband seems to enjoy poker night, and not much else these days. Sorry, I’m not much help in the ‘fun’ department.”

Tiny, blushing a bit less now, looked thoughtful. “Aight, thanks Miss Amy.” He walked over to the point guard, Big Mike, and started talking to him as they looked around. Big Mike wasn’t that big either- Amy guessed it was just a year for ironic nicknames. Big Mike and Tiny on the same team gave her another giggle, and she decided it was time for a few beers herself. She asked the nearest player (Curtis, she thought?) if he would mind, and of course he didn’t. She did notice him checking out her ass as she bent to get a bottle from the bottom of the fridge, and she smiled to herself at the attention.

By her third beer she was starting to loosen up, and she looked around the room with a different perspective. Here she was, alone in a room with twelve consenting adult males, and all of them had been ogling her all night. Maybe she did still have it after all? The though sent a little tingle down her back, and she smiled to herself behind her bottle. Her thoughts were interrupted when Big Mike called across the Bahçeşehir Escort Bayan room to her.

“Hey Miss Amy. Wanna play?”

The boys had gathered around the smaller kitchen table, and someone had found a deck of cards somewhere. There were five young men seated, with an empty chair presumably for her.

“Sure! What are we playing?” Amy came over, enjoying the glances at her legs as she walked, and sat with the young men. At the table were Tim, Big Mike, Tiny, Marcus, and Derek, a lanky black kid with a killer smile.

The boys all paused at this question; apparently none of them had gotten past “cards” in the thought process. Marcus spoke up first.

“How about poker?”

“I don’t know,” Amy replied, “poker’s not as much fun without money.” The boys spent five minutes arguing over this, but in the end no one had a better idea, so poker won. The cabinet that held the cards also held some poker chips apparently, and Big Mike dealt everyone the chips as they began.

After a few rounds, however, Amy’s point became clear. Derek had already gone “all in” three times, because with nothing to lose, it seemed to make sense. When Marcus lost his last chip, he suggested that they play something more exciting.

“Like what?” Amy was enjoying the attention, as the boys seemed to hang on her every word. In fact, they were probably more glued to her body than her voice, but that was fine with her.

Tim spoke up, unusually reserved tonight after his earlier greeting. “How about strip poker?”

A hush fell over the table, as Amy thought it over. Obviously as the only woman there, she would be at a disadvantage. This also meant that she effectively decided whether or not they would play, since she doubted they’d still play with just guys anteing up. Although the prospect excited her, she knew that she should gracefully bow out.

“Oh come on, boys. None of you wants to see an old lady’s panties tonight. Come on.”

Tiny spoke up “Hey, come on. I told you earlier, you’re not old!”

“No, you just said I was a MILF,” Amy teased.

Big Mike unexpectedly chimed in “Aww man, you told her?” As Amy turned to look at him, he realized that Tiny hadn’t told her anything, and that he had just outed himself.

“Oh, so you’re the one who called me that, mister?” Amy wasn’t actually mad, but it was fun to watch the boy squirm.

“Well…” Big Mike stammered “actually, we kinda all were just talking about who the hottest girl at school was. And your name kinda came up.”

“Wow, you boys have been talking about me tonight?” Amy asked.

“No, before tonight. I mean… look, you’re hot, okay? And yeah, every guy here would like to… ya know…”

Amy thought about dragging it out and making him actually finish the sentence, but she cut him off with a wave and a laugh. “Okay, so you boys would actually want an old lady like me to play strip poker with you?” They all nodded and answered emphatically. “And I can quit anytime I like, right? With no hard feelings?” More nods and affirmatives, although Amy wasn’t sure if there would actually be hard feelings if it came to it. But hell, she was enjoying teasing them anyway.

“Okay boys, deal em.” There was a cheer around the table, and many of the boys who hadn’t been interested in the game wandered over to see what the commotion was.

Amy was actually a pretty damn good poker player, and the boys were surprised to find themselves losing the first few rounds. Most of them chose shoes to abandon, although Marcus did reveal a surprisingly chiseled chest when he lost on two pairs to Amy’s three of a kind. They had decided that the second place hand would always lose an item of clothing, so that Amy wouldn’t be selected EVERY round that she didn’t win. The boys’ generosity came back to bite them however, as every one of them had lost at least two hands before Amy lost her first. She decided to press her luck on an outside straight rather than folding, and ended up with nothing to show but a pair of Kings, which beat the other hands but not Derek’s surprising flush. She looked around the table at the five pairs of eyes anxiously glued to her and another tingle ran through her. Of all the boys on the team, only two were not huddled around the table now, and she suspected they were glancing over much more than they gave away. She bent down to fiddle with her shoe, and the boys all sighed collectively, figuring she’d choose a heel but hoping otherwise. She straightened back up, and with a “what the hell” unclasped her bra, and pulled it through her shirt to their delight. She wasn’t actually showing any more skin than before, but the boys cheered like they had won the lottery. Another tingle ran through her, and this time it reached between her legs as well.

Her bra was a lacy red one that matched her shoes, and she knew it wasn’t what the boys would expect from this schoolteacher before them. She gazed around and their exposed chests (most of them had lost their shirts by this point), and drank in the muscular, youthful forms. Her nipples were poking through her top visibly by this point, and the boys were having trouble keeping their eyes on their cards. As a result, it was quite a while before she lost another hand.

Soon, however, she was having trouble focusing as well. Marcus was the first to lose his pants, and when he revealed his white boxer briefs, the bulge of his penis was quite obvious. Amy wasn’t sure if the stereotype about black men was true, but it certainly held up so far. Marcus’ member was straining against the fabric, not hard but clearly aroused, and if she had wanted to, she could have traced the head through his cotton. Tim lost next (not to abandon his buddy, apparently), and although his bulge was not quite as impressive, it was equally visible. Perhaps more so, since he was sitting next to her. For the next few hands, her gaze dropped to his lap more and more, and one time she saw his cock twitch when he noticed her glancing.

Eventually she lost another article of clothing, and now she had a serious choice to make. It still wouldn’t show anything to remove her panties, but it seemed more serious than her bra (although clearly that was enough to excite these enthusiastic boys). She could lose a heel easily, but she relished the thought of surprising these boys by not taking the easy way out. In the end she thought she settled on her shirt. She knew this was a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, but she was savoring the attention, and her pussy was beginning to feel very warm. She grasped the bottom hem and revealed her navel, and every boy in the room gasped. She held the shirt there for a minute, basking in the moment, and then winked at Tiny and pulled it over her head. Her 36C breasts tumbled into view, and a few of the boys gathered around visibly adjusted themselves in their pants.

Milking the moment for all it was worth, she cupped each breast and looked down as if she hadn’t seen them in a long time. She lifted each, feeling its heft, then pinched a nipple lightly and looked up at the breathless young men. Every eye was glued to her tits, and when she gleefully said “who’s dealing?” the boys all jumped a little in guilt.

Tim’s concentration, being next to Amy, was shot. He took second the next hand, and realized a bit too late that this meant he would be naked. Blushing furiously, he stood up and quickly pulled his briefs down, cock springing out in front of him. Amy clapped and smiled, and although embarrassed he smiled and sat down. She examined him a little more carefully during the next hand.

Tim seemed to be about six inches in length, and a decent enough girth. On the whole, a very average cock, from what Amy knew. He was circumcised and his pubic hair was trimmed neatly- Amy thought that his dick would make a perfect textbook example, if biology texts ever used real models.

Amy was the next to reveal, and she opted to keep her skirt and pulled her panties off. They were once again red to match her bra and heels, and the tiny material was soaked with her moisture. This game had her quite excited, and her aroma filled the room for a second as her panties were produced. She winked at Derek and gave them to him, and he surprised her with his boldness by inhaling her scent deeply before pocketing them, although his pants pockets were on the floor rather than his legs. Amy blew him a kiss and they re-dealt.

It wasn’t until Tim lost again that they realized he had nothing more to bet. The boys all grumbled at this (even the ones not playing) until Amy spoke up.

“Well…” she began, biting her lip. “I know how we used to play in college.”

“Oh yeah?” Tim sat up, excited. She could see his excitement quite clearly.

“Yeah… I don’t know if it would be appropriate…” she kept a straight face, although certainly being topless with a group of half-naked eighteen and nineteen year olds was not appropriate in the least. “We used to play that the loser can pay the winner in favors.”

“Okay!” said Tim enthusiastically.

“But no backing out after you lose, Tim! You won’t know what the favor is until the winner tells you. I could make you mop the whole house, if I feel like it.” Amy continued.

Tim hesitated a little, but still agreed. Since Marcus had won that hand, Tim knew that his chore wouldn’t be terribly difficult. Marcus ordered him to fetch him another beer, and that was that.

As they continued, more and more boys lost their clothing until Marcus, Tiny, and Amy were the only ones with any clothes left. Amy had drank much less than these boys, and retained her skirt and heels easily. Marcus was still wearing only his white boxer-briefs, a nice contrast against his dark skin, and Tiny was down to boxers as well. From the bulge he created, and the twitches every time Amy laughed, jiggling her boobs, Amy guessed that his penis was as large as the rest of him. Big Mike’s nickname explained itself when he revealed a cock that had to be at least eight and maybe nine inches long, and as thick as the many beer bottles littering the table. Amy actually licked her lips when she saw it, and when she caught herself she blushed and hoped none of the boys had seen.

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Chapter 10—Who’s in Charge?

I had spanked Brandi again last night. I couldn’t believe it. And without her panties on. What’s wrong with me? And I really enjoyed it. And then I watched Brandi masturbate, again, and I didn’t stop her! Oh my god! This was insane. I was insane. And now, all I wanted to see was that gorgeous ass laid out in front of me. Only this time I wanted to fuck her.

I had lost the battle. Brandi now had firm control of the narrative, and I was at her mercy. She knew it, and I knew it. I had the sinking feeling that I no longer had control of the events in my life—that I couldn’t muster the courage, the fortitude, the will power to say no to her. She was going to get her way; she was going to get me to fuck her. And there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.

Brandi came down for breakfast around 10. I had made scrambled eggs and bacon, and she was starving.

“Brandi. Should we talk about last night?”

“What is there to talk about?” She looked despondent.

“I don’t know, Brandi. We said some things to each other. And I saw you. . .” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Sam, I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“I just don’t. Okay? I’m going out tonight with Stephanie and Veronica. Just the three of us.”

“Okay. Where are you going? When are you coming back?”

“We’re going to the mall and then maybe a movie. I don’t know. Around 10. Can I have some money?”

“Oh, man. You and the money thing. This is getting to be a pattern. I spank you and you ask for money.”

“Please, Sam?” She came over to me and put her arms around me and whispered in my ear, “I could buy some panties at Victoria’s Secret and wear them for you tonight.” She pushed my hand down around her ass. “I know you like to look at me.”

“Brandi.” I whispered back in her ear, smelling her perfumed hair.

She whispered again, “I want you to do more than just look at me or spank me. I know you saw me masturbate the first time when my door was open. And now you saw me again last night. You know what I want.” Brandi was rubbing my crotch. I couldn’t believe how forward she had become! This was not the Brandi I knew just a few short weeks ago! I didn’t say anything. I just kept nuzzling her hair, feeling my dick get harder and harder against her.

“I want you to touch me.” She continued. “Like I said last night, I saw you and mom fucking a couple weeks ago. I want you to do that to me. To fuck me hard and rough. I want you to teach me.” She licked my ear lobe.

I could barely move. I was paralyzed. One part of me wanted to throw her down on the floor right there. And another part of me kept saying don’t do it.

“Are you a virgin, Brandi?” I whispered.

“For now.” And with that she pushed away from me.

“So, can I have some money, Sam, please? Pretty please?”

I gave her 50 bucks and out the door she went.

By the time she came home that evening, I was drinking.

Scotch. Glenmorange.

I had just started my third, and I was buzzing and listening to Jimmy Smith’s “Midnight Special.”

“Hi, Brandi. Welcome home.”

“What are you Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan drinking?”

“Scotch. Want some?”

“Oooh. No. Do you have any vodka?”

“You drink vodka, young lady? Since when?”

“I don’t know. I’ve like tried it.”

“Okay. Look in the cabinet. I’m letting you have one shot. Maybe two.”

Brandi didn’t waste any time. She found the vodka, poured a shot, and threw it back. I had a feeling this was going to be a long night. And my defenses were down and out. We both knew what was going to happen.

And I no longer cared.

Brandi poured another.

“Whoa, young lady.”

“Sam, you said I could have two.”

“I said maybe.”

“I’ll just drink this and go upstairs and model for you what I bought.” She downed it and bounded up the stairs.

I poured another scotch and retired to the sofa where I waited for Brandi to come down.

She emerged from the stairs a few minutes later wearing nothing but a pink push-up bra and matching pink panties. As I looked closer, two little red cherries adorned the top of her panties. Her panties wrapped tight around her ass and slender legs with a little pink ribbon sitting just above the triangle that formed around the sweet softness of her sex.

I was done.

“Do you like them?”

“I love them.” I said.

She walked over to me and laid across my lap.

“So you can see a little closer. Why don’t you touch them?”

This time, I didn’t hesitate. I rubbed my hand across her ass, squeezing each ass cheek and kneading them in my hands like dough.

“Are you going to spank your bad little girl?” Brandi whispered as she reached around and grabbed my hand. “Spank me, please, Sam. Please.” She begged and begged in a whispered, low voice.

I slid her panties slowly down. “Spank me hard!”

I came down on her ass with a wallop that made her jump! She winced out loud. I smacked her again, a bit softer this time, and then again, alternating between hard and soft smacks. Brandi whimpered and wiggled her butt, raising it up to me to hit it again. I hit her ass three more times until I couldn’t take it anymore. Her wiggling little ass had pushed me over the edge—an edge that I knew from which there was no return.

I wanted the forbidden zone. I wanted to touch her there. No! I had to touch her there! I was shaking and my heart was beating fast. I looked at her ass cheeks and her soft, glistening pussy peeking out between them. I breathed heavily; my head was swimming from the alcohol and my now uncontrollable lust. I found her little wetness with my probing fingers and began to rub between the folds of those soft, forbidden, sweet, pouty lips. She moaned in between sniffles. I was heady. Between the scotch, the smell of this sweet, vanilla perfume she was wearing, and her utterly stunning ass and body, I was lightheaded.

I slowly inserted a finger inside of her. That was the act that pushed me over the edge. I had invaded that sweet wetness inside of her. She was tight and she gripped it with her pussy lips. I pushed in a little deeper and twisted it around her wet little hole. My thumb moved across the hood of Bahçeşehir Escort Bayan her clitoris, and she moaned even more loudly. She lifted her ass closer to me as I rubbed and stroked her slit and pushed my fingers into her. She moaned again.

I lifted her up off my lap and moved her around so that she was kneeling on the floor and her torso was on the sofa with her ass poking out. I turned her knees in and pointed her feet out, just like she was when she was masturbating the first time. I buried my nose and mouth in her pussy. And I started to lick and dart my tongue in and out of her hole. My tongue found her clitoris, and I licked and darted and flicked my tongue all over and in her wetness. She was sopping and moaning loudly now and cooing. She turned to look at me and I saw her tear-stained face, her mascara running, her hair tousled. And she moaned and cried as I darted my tongue and licked her sex.

She had a very trim little cunt, but I made a mental note that we were going to have do a little shaving—maybe even a Brazilian wax as a belated birthday present.

She tasted divine as she had sprayed a little perfume down there, and so I could smell her mixed with the heady vanilla scent of her perfume.

I licked and fingered Brandi until she was sopping and moaning almost uncontrollably. She moved around and whispered.

“Sam, please. Now. I need to see your dick, and I need it inside me.”

I turned her around on her back and stood up. Her face was a mess, but an incredibly erotic mess, and she was beyond turned on. She kept fingering her sopping wet cunt while I undid my jeans and slid them off. Then I slid down my underwear and my raging hard on sprang to life.

Brandi watched me as I stripped. When my cock sprang out, she seemed awestruck–her mouth open wide.

“Oh my God! Can I touch it?”

“Yes.” I said and pointed it towards her. She took it in her hands and began rubbing it up and down.

“Touch my balls, baby.”

She did as asked and began to gently knead them in her hands.

“Have you ever sucked a guy, Brandi?”

“Not exactly.”

“Do you want to put it in your mouth?”

“I don’t know. It’s so big.” She whispered.

“I tell you what. Let’s save that for another time. Lay back, baby.” Brandi laid back on the sofa, and I gently pushed her legs back, pushing her knees towards her ears. I licked her some more until she was squirming underneath me, and then decided it was time.

I grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her pussy lips up and down along her slit. Then, I slowly began to push the head into her tight, forbidden little fuck hole. It was easier because she was so wet. I pulled her bra straps down and lowered her bra to set her tits free. And there I saw the most loveliest of nipples, swollen and puffy.

“Ah, Brandi. I want to suck your nipples.” And I took her right tit in my mouth and sucked her in and I kneaded and sucked her left tit, all the while slowly pushing my cock a little further into her. Her breasts were soft and warm and full. I moved from her tit and nuzzled her neck and ear, nibbling on her ear lobe.

“Oh, baby, I so want to fuck you. Hard and deep, Brandi.” I whispered in her ear.

She wrapped her legs around me almost instinctively, and whispered back, “Please fuck me, Sam. I want to be your bad little girl.”

“You are my bad girl, Brandi.” I pushed deeper as her pussy gripped my cock tighter than I have ever felt in a long time. And when my cock was about half way inside of her, I felt this very tight resistance. Was it her hymen? Does that stay intact even after you’ve masturbated with your fingers? I didn’t know, nor did I care. I was going to take all of her, and I wanted my cock buried in to the deepest part of her womb.

I pushed a little more, a little more, and then with one full thrust, I plunged my cock up to my balls into her and she squealed out a loud moan and threw her arms around my head.

“Oh, God, that hurt.” She cried. But at that moment my thrusts met no resistance, she was wet and tight, and it felt oh so fucking goooooooooooooood! I fucked her hard, thrusting and thrusting and she was panting and moaning and crying and cooing and clutching my neck and pressing her breasts up to my chest and rubbing her hair into my skull. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, I felt her whole pussy, her lips, and her whole body contract around me. For a split second she was frozen, and I raised up to look at her gorgeous, messy face, and she let out this long moan as she grabbed my neck and pulled me close.

“Oh my God, I’m cumming, Sam! I’m cumming. You feel so fuckingggg gooooooooddd inside of me.” And she bucked and bucked and bucked underneath me. And it was more than my cock could take. On her last buck, I thrust into her one last time and shot a load of cum deep inside her hole that must have come from the deep recesses of my soul. The feeling was an overwhelming release of pressure inside of her. It was the most intense explosion of cum I think I have ever experienced. It felt like a rope coming out of me, and it seemed endless. Ropes and ropes of cum and then more ropes of cum. When I finished, she was crying, and I looked down and slowly pulled out of her. My dick was covered in her blood and juice. And my own cum was dripping from her hole. It felt like I splooged a gallon inside of her.

“Brandi.” I panted. “Are you okay?”

“Huh? I can’t, can’t, talk. I’m like floating.”

She finally looked up at me and looked down at her crotch which was a mess of cum and pussy juice and blood.

“Oh my God. What happened? I think I blacked out? Sam! Come here and hold me!”

I wrapped my arms around her and, for the first time, kissed her deeply on the mouth, sucking her lips and tongue, and cradling her head and her gorgeous hair in my hands. She was crying and panting.

“I love you, Sam. I fucking love you.”

“I love you too my darling. That was some seriously incredible sex.”

“My God. Am I hurt down there? I’m like bleeding.”

“I know, baby. I think that’s what left of your virginity. I just popped your cherry.”

To all: I am hard at work on the rest of this novel which I hope to publish at some point. I have a few more chapters that are near completion, but the novel is not complete. There are quite a few twists and turns coming, and I appreciate all of the comments and suggestions and am making adjustments to this story based on your feedback. Please let me know if you would like more chapters even though the story is still unfinished.

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As said before, all of my stories are taken from real experiences. This one dates from my late 20’s, just after the end of my time in the navy.

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From my late teens (my first discovery of porn beyond my dad’s stash of Playboy magazines), I found myself more and more fascinated by watching blow jobs There was just something I liked about watching a big, hard cock sliding in and out of a mouth. The porn of those days often involved women like Desiree Cousteau and Seka and the like, and I also just love a great face and a firm set of boobs, but watching those lovely faces involved with those cocks was something special. There’s something more personal about a face than there is about a pussy, however cute.

But during my 20’s (spent almost entirely in the service), I spent very little time in one place, and so didn’t have any long term relationships. It was all one-nighters, or weekends of excess before going into unpredictable circumstances. And a lot of the girls back then knew that sailors loved to fuck, but didn’t want to be unplanned daddies, so a lot of sailors preferred blow jobs I know I did (and still do).

But when I got out, I was moved into an environment that was sparsely populated by that kind of women.

And still I had a growing fascination with cock.

Big cock.

Firm cock.

Cock like … Peter North.

His cock did (and still does) strike me as a kind of platonic ideal. Shaped much like mine, but about 10% larger, it stays up for a long time, shoots enormous loads, and does so into a lot of beautiful women. And I’d always been a fan of it. It was firmer than John Holmes’ and Holmes was an ugly SOB, at best. So I started looking for his picture on the covers of VHS tapes and idly thinking about what it would be like to have that cock… or to play with it.

I was dating a bit in those days, but not as actively (either sense of the word) as I wanted to be. All of the women I was dating were women I met in the college classes I was taking at night, and while some of them were friendly, all of them were looking forward to the long view – just the opposite of the navy dependent wannabes I’d known before.

Now I had had the great advantage of ending my navy days in my home town, which gave me the advantage of knowing what parts of town were good for what kind of activities. What parts to avoid, what parts had money, what parts had a lot of bars, etc. It also gave me a number of connections I’d had before my navy days. Not a lot of them, as a lot of people had moved away of just changed a lot in the intervening decade, but enough to know where a guy could go if he got desperate enough. And one of those places was a strip joint that was connected to a porn shop. It advertised “World Famous!” on the marquee outside, but that reputation was almost certainly limited to being known by a bunch of sailors and marines who went there on liberty and were later stationed at places all over the globe.

[Note: This was in the mid 80’s – long before DADT, much less acceptance of anything gay. Yes, there were gay guys in the service, but the vast majority of the ones I suspected I only suspected. If you were openly gay then and there, you were given a less than honorable discharge, and that was almost certainly after having the living crap beaten out of you by a number of your shipmates.]

But this place had naked women showing you not only their tits and ass, but also their bare pussies. Alcohol was not allowed there (the number of changed laws around such places is absurdly Esenyurt Escort Bayan high, and the landscape is constantly changing), and there had to be a set distance between you and the ‘dancers’, but you could see everything, and ‘lap dances’ were always an option if you had the money.

And if you didn’t, the porn shop next door had private ‘preview booths’ where guys who’d gotten overly horny could rub one out in relative privacy. And I have to admit, I used that option more than once, as my expenses were a much higher portion of my income than they’d been when I was living in the barracks or on the ship.

So one warm Saturday afternoon I went to the strip club. It was a lot cheaper than other places, as even the generic soda they sold was cheaper than going to a bar where I’d be teased by women who had to keep their clothes on, and it was literally next door to the porn shop, so that I had to wait less time when things got really hard. Errr – difficult. No – hard.

After an hour or so of watching various decreasingly attractive women disinterestedly shaking their tits at me, I had a large problem to deal with, so I headed next door. I checked the display of what was playing, and found a booth not too close to the door, fed a couple of bucks into the machine, and pulled out my cock to ease my tension.

I found a good channel (one with multiple guys and one girl), and was well on my way when there was a knock at the door. Now this place, convenient as it is, is known for having a very proactive cleaning crew. There is a guy always mopping out the booths, which keeps the place smelling less ripe than some places (and definitely better than the single small bathroom in the strip club, which encourages guys to finish what they are doing and get back to the money making part of the business), but which can be somewhat annoying.

“Busy here!” I said.

A voice replied, very quietly “Want some help with that?”

What the hell? I was handling it all on my own, thank you, but I was heated up enough to not care much, and I have always had a strong exhibitionist streak, so I unlatched the door and swung it open without removing my hand from my cock, or even slowing my stroking down very much.

“Are you sure you can help with this?” I asked, waving my cock around and staring at the face of the guy who had knocked on the booth door, pretty much daring him to either back the fuck off, or to come in and make his offer good.

To my surprise, he grinned, and stepped into the booth, while reaching out and putting his hand on my cock, displacing mine. He closed the booth door with his free hand and latched it again, and while I was a little bit nervous about people looking at the doors (which stop about a foot above the floor) and knowing there were two of us in the booth, I was also a bit aroused by that possibility.

He was a decent looking guy, a few years older than me, but in decent shape. He didn’t look like a sleaze or a druggie, for which I would have kicked him out immediately, but instead looked like someone I could have had a conversation with. He also had good technique – his grip was comfortably firm, but not tight enough to be uncomfortable, and his stroke was neither too fast or too slow. He’d done this before.

So I wasn’t at all surprised when he bent over and took the head of my cock into his mouth.

And even there, he surpassed almost every blow job I had ever gotten. I had to surmise that the old line about how guys give better head because they know what a guy Avcılar Escort Bayan wants had to have some truth to it. He was not too fast or too slow. He took my cock gradually into his mouth, easing his way down the length a little bit at a time, making sure it was wet enough to let his lips and tongue slide down without any resistance at all. He kept his lips tight enough to provide a sensation all of the way around my cock, and his tongue kept moving, providing an extra measure of sensation that was above and beyond anything I’d felt before. All of the blow jobs I’d had before that were pretty much straight-ahead suck and buck jobs, going up and down, and sometimes even way down, but with more enthusiasm than technique. This guy had both. He provided enough motion and friction to give my cock the familiar feel of going in and out of a tight pussy, but enough control to vary the amount of tightness, and that without any problems with teeth. Adding the tongue action when he came up to the head of my cock was just amazing.

I was doing my best to just enjoy and prolong the sensation, feeding extra money into the machine, when I noticed that his technique changed. He’d been using one hand to keep him balanced and free of the wall, and the other to gently massage my balls and keep my cock pointed in the right direction. Now he took his hand off of my cock, and reached down to unzip his fly so that he could reach his own cock. He was enjoying himself as much as I was, and wanted to free his cock from his pants so that he could jerk off while sucking me.

And what a cock!

It was like the fantasies I’d had – long and thick, and fairly straight, with a slight downward curve to it, as well as being clean and cut, with the pubic hair trimmed around the base. Once he got it free, he used one hand to hold himself free of the wall, and the other hand to stroke himself. The sensation I was getting from his sucking was decreased a bit from not having his hand on me, but was increased greatly by watching his hand on his cock. I wasn’t paying any attention at all to the movie on the screen now, except for an occasional glance to make sure we had enough time to finish without getting the management riled up at us.

But there was another problem. He was so good at what he was doing that I quickly felt myself approaching orgasm, and I didn’t want that. Not yet.

So I reached down and put a hand on his shoulder. When he paused and looked up, I said “Wait – I’m not ready yet.”

He looked a bit disappointed at that, and he had clearly been enjoying himself, but he backed off and let my cock fall out of his mouth.

“Stand up” I told him. “I want to suck you.”

That was something he was not opposed to, and he smiled and maneuvered around to where his back was to the chair that was built into the booth. I’d been standing with my knees to the seat of the chair and he’d been standing in a half crouch, but I just basically said ‘fuck it’ and knelt on the floor facing him. If someone saw me kneeling toward his feet, well, so much the better for them. Maybe they could get off on it too, and if the cleaning guy had a problem, it was probably something he’d seen before. We might get thrown out of the place, but dammit, I was gonna suck my first cock, and I was gonna do a good job of it, just like in the movies.

I started out by holding it firmly but gently at the base, and licked my way up the shaft from the base to the head, where a drop of pre-cum was seeping out. I licked my way around the head, finishing with the droplet, and then milked his cock from base to head, squeezing a couple more drops out, which I also licked up. That first taste gave me a lifetime desire for that substance.

Then I took the head in my mouth – just the head, and very slowly, with light but firm pressure, moved it in and out of my mouth a few times. I was just using tricks that I had liked, and was overjoyed to find that they worked on others, and were easier than they seemed. I was also kind of surprised and kind of not to discover the feel of a cock inside of my mouth. A lot of the stories here go on about how they are surprised about the feel and texture of them. But, I mean, I have had mine in my hands for decades, and have a pretty good idea what they feel like and where they are sensitive and all that. What surprised me was the old dentist’s motto “a millimeter feels like a mile in the mouth”. A tiny chip in a tooth feels like a canyon, and an inch of cock feels gigantic. And you can feel how warm it it, and you can feel the pulse in it and the throbbing when you do something right.

That discovered, I began, as he had to me, to slowly work my way up his cock, an inch at a time, getting it wetter as I went, and using my tongue on the underside, especially the head, going faster and faster as I went, until it bumped up against the back of my mouth. I really wanted to deep-throat it like I’d seen in the movies, but try as I might, I could not, so I just settled on doing the best I could with what skills I had.

I used my lips, I used my tongue, I used my hands – one to stroke the part of his cock outside of my mouth, and one to stroke his perineum, knowing from personal experience that it is also a part of the cock – just the part that is still attached to the body. I tried to match the pressure and rhythm on the whole thing, to make it feel like the whole of it was getting one sensation. And I varied the speed and depth until I felt his body tensing up.

“Oh, god” he said, and clenched pretty much his whole body. I knew what was about to happen, and almost stopped, because I wasn’t entirely sure what it would feel like from this perspective, but… in for a penny, in for a pound. I tightened my grip with my hand and my lips a little bit and especially with my tongue, and sped up my rhythm until his whole body clenched, and he shot load after load of almost sweet-tasting cum into my mouth. Well, the first shot went into my mouth, but being a fan of the movies, I backed off of his cock and kept jerking it with my hand and took the last 4 or 5 shots on my face.

When he was done, I took his whole cock into my mouth, as it had gotten soft enough that I could, and I milked out the last of the cum into my mouth until he got completely soft and started shuddering with the intensity of it all. I can understand how that works, because I get the same way – after a really good blowjob, every sensation is amplified a thousand times and even a soft tongue is too much to take.

Then I took my finger and, staring into his eyes, wiped it off of my face and into my mouth where I swallowed it all.

“How did I do?” I asked.

“That was great!” He said. “You have some serious skills.”

“Not bad for a first time” I replied, and he looked at me with surprise.

“I’ve been fantasizing about this for a long time” I said “but never had the opportunity before. Did I do it all right?”

“I’ll say you did!” he said, and zipped up his pants and reached for the door.

“Thanks!” I said as he left. I promised myself to try it again some time, and I did, but not for a while. I don’t go back to that place any more, mostly because the management has cracked down a lot, but also because I found other places that are better for that. But that’s for another story.

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