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There are many groupings of three powerful women throughout mythology, literature and art, and for good reasons. Close your eyes and think about the women who define you. There’s the woman who gave life to you. And the woman you love. And finally, the woman who gives you that last embrace as you tumble into the womb of forever nothing.

The three young women were witches and proud of it. Most of the students at the small Washington State collage knew it. The three were always together and seldom washed. Their hair was long and stringy and sometimes matted. When bare legs were glimpsed beneath long flowing dresses they were seen to be thickly covered in hair.

They must have been hippies you think. But no. Everyone on campus had been spooked by their sudden appearances or disappearances at any place or time without anyone ever seeing them come or go. At dances the three would move to a different rhythm entirely in a way so weirdly seductive that jaws would drop in awe and hunger. But woe to anyone who tried to break in on the group. They would be met with icy stares and the circle would close iron tight.

They were three and only three. No one had ever seen any of them alone. And no one had ever been drawn into the group even in the most casual way. We couldn’t even figure out where they lived. A yurt in the forest was the best guess.

Oh, a hippy, lesbian manage-a-trois you say. Closer perhaps. But every guy who had their life together had caught glances of longing from one or another of the three. Glance back at her though, and you would be wilted by stares from the other two. It was such a mind fuck.

There were rumors of a coven and dead animals splayed out in weird ways and circles painted in blood but this was always hearsay and I never saw it. To add to the strangeness while the rest of us struggled for our B averages none of the three ever dropped below a 4.0.

You can imagine my surprise when I walked into my advanced literature class the first day of spring semester and there they were huddled together in the front row, the three of them hunched weirdly over a single desk. Casting a wary eye at the three the professor went over the syllabus. We were going to tear deeply into the lives and work of Shelley, Keats, Coleridge and Wordsworth while keeping an eye on the visual arts of the time.

I liked the subject and was already well read in each of the poets. And the professor was sharp enough to keep us all on our toes. And we all worked to go a little bit deeper into our poet’s work and lives. But as the class progressed something truly amazing happened. All three of the girls were not only better prepared than anyone else on a level all their own. None of the rest of us came close. I took this as a bit of a challenge and quietly did a lot of extra work on the side. But I couldn’t compete. Their quiet, understated commentaries would be as smooth as fourth drafts and insightful in ways that would make our jaws drop. I tried to figure what critics they were reading but just drew a blank. Their words and ideas were all their own.

Then it happened. We were talking about Keats’s “Ode to a Nightingale” a poem I loved so long and read so often I had memorized it without even trying. One of the three started talking about “fading away into the forest dim” in the most inspired and lyrical language I had ever heard. To this day I have no idea what she said but I found myself instantly and almost violently possessed of an intensity of crush beyond any I had ever felt before. And I didn’t even know her name. None of us knew any of their names and not for lack of trying. Hell, they were huddled so closely I couldn’t even tell which of them had spoken.

Lying in bed that night I felt like a transformed person. Earlier in the day I could have reeled off the names perhaps thirty-five women on campus I had more than passing sexual interest in but now all of them seemed as shadows. My whole being thrummed toward that one unknown speaker who talked of Keats’s poem as if from the inside elvankent escort the poem itself. That night I tossed and turned and thrashed as with a strange new heat. I tried to masturbate but climax did nothing to ease the physical ache I felt for her. I masturbated again thinking of the girl but she was hauntingly faceless mid the crouching three. It was maddening.

The following morning, I was distracted and a bit disheveled but I made it to my English Class. The professor was finishing up on Keats’s Ode but I couldn’t really focus. In front of me the three heads bobbed together. Then I the professor badly misquoted a line and I found myself speaking the line correctly aloud. The professor, just a bit sarcastically, asked if I would like to finish the stanza. I replied I wouldn’t but I would be glad to recite the whole poem. I really had no idea where that idea or arrogance came from but I had said it and was now stuck. The professor asked me to proceed, so I shut my eyes and began to recite the poem.

Now here is the really weird thing. Just as the girl had spoken about the poem as if inside it I had the same feeling of being inside the poem when I began reciting. It is almost as if I wasn’t speaking at all and yet I heard my own voice but a bit lower, slower and more sonorous than it had ever been before. Stanza by stanza I made my way through the poem, feeling every nuance as if each was a facet of my being.

There was silence when I finished and then to my shock there was applause. This was not a class where people applauded ever and I just felt strange and a bit out of body and awkward as I looked toward the front of the room. And there it was. One of the three (I knew absolutely it was my girl) broke from the huddle and shot me a glance. It lasted less than two seconds but the bonding as I stared back was unmistakable. I know you. I love you. I want you. Then the circle closed again, inviolate, huddled. Three as one.

The next month was a blur. I kept mostly to myself. I had no interest at all in any other women. My grades slipped a bit. I lost weight. I would have periods of fierce arousal but could only think of her and when I would masturbate it was as much for relief as pleasure for every time I would imagine her close the circle would close and she would be swept back into her perverse huddle of three.

One day a rumor went around the school that the young head of the theater arts program was staging Macbeth. Somehow, she had persuaded the three witches to be in the play. I found the rumor riveting, though didn’t really believe it. Upon learning there was to be an evening rehearsal at seven, and in spite of my doubts, I made my way to the performing arts center. To my disappointment there was a cancelation note on the locked front door. The director had taken sick and this week’s rehearsals were cancelled. I started to turn away when I heard women’s voices coming from the auditorium. I strained to listen:

Fair is foul

And foul is fair

Hover through fog

And filthy air.

It was my three. My heart pounding, I tried another door. Locked. I tried a third and it swung open. There they were rehearsing and did they ever look the part. One of them had turned a single spotlight upon the stage and the minimal effect was riveting. I knew in the spotlight they could not possibly see me as I strode almost possessed through the darkened auditorium toward the stage. In spite of my invisibility and quiet as if on cue all three went silent the same instant impossibly staring toward me through the glare of the spotlight and into the dark.

Turning again toward each other the three gathered in their huddle. To my amazement the girl, my girl, walked a few steps forward and removed her shirt and raised her arms. I had never saw anything as beautiful. She was thin, pale, clearly unwashed and with think tufts of arm pit hair, but her face and eyes radiated something so alluring and lovely and inviting I simply could not speak. Her ample drooping emek escort breasts were alabaster white and I could feel my mouth ache with hunger as I stared at her long thick nipples. Her belly was pale to and quite flat though soft in a way that made me ache to press against it.

Staring at me through the dark she slowly and with the grace of a dancer unwound the wrap of her long, flowered dress. It fell to her feet. There was no bra. There were no panties. She stood naked in the spotlight before me. I drew in my breath.

I thought I had found paradise as I slowly walked toward her. Suddenly and without warning the other two started chanting as one, in a voice piercing, animalistic and a bit menacing:

You can love three but you can’t love one.

three can love you but you’ll come undone.

Love means the dying of all you were.

And the imprinting of three on all you are.

I didn’t want three. I didn’t even want to fuck my girl. I wanted to take her by the hand and lead her out of there. I wanted to talk half the night and then gently kiss and talk some more and twine lives. But it was not to be. I climbed the stage steps and then moved to her side so our faces were both in the half shadow of the spotlight. I looked at her and reached my hand out to touch her face. Inexplicably I started to cry a bit and told her I loved her but she put her fingers up to my lips and said

“You never can speak or I’ll go away”

Then suddenly we were kissing, my body pressed against her, and for an instant we two were alone and one in the world. But then to my permanent heartbreak her two cohorts perversely leaning inward and pressing against my love and I hissed in unison:

You can love three but you can’t love one

Three can love you but you’ll come undone.

And suddenly the other two were peeling of their clothes and ripping at mine.

The hours that followed were the strangest of my life. And I hardly have words for any of it. I know this much. They were a coven and her love for me had somehow threatened ranks. I know this too: their walpurgisnacht was about both fulfilling and purging that love forever. And I know this: Whatever witches do in on the deep rich fecund loam of the dark woods it is different from anything anyone suspects. It is done in the dark to keep it private. Somehow, I was both cursed and blessed to be a part of it and live to walk on. It is about desire and heartbreak and gathering earthly powers. It is a reclaiming of all we are and a rejection completely of the world that labels this beautiful and that ugly on superficial ground. It is a saying yes to the body and the bodies chthonic powers. It is saying yes to orgasms that are floods and kisses that get bloody. But I ramble.

She and I stood now naked in the glare of the spotlight. She came to me and pressed against me. I felt the entire length of her body against mine as if every inch of our touching were a rapturous merging. A lot didn’t make sense. Her hairy legs pressing against mine felt fiercely strong even though they were skinny. Her nipples, erect and long, seemed to burn my skin as our chests mashed. Our kissing moved from hungry to savage to almost wolfish tearing. I tasted blood and I didn’t mind a bit. My cock was throbbing and crazily erect. I buried my mouth in her hairy underarm and practically drank in the elixir of her earthy scent. She reached for my cock guiding it between her legs. She was soaked. Her thick bush dripping with excitement. Her scent wafting up as a beautiful earthy mixture of the rank of a week unwashed and dripping desire and old piss. It was the best thing I had ever smelled.

I could not enter her as I needed to while standing and so helped her lay down upon the stage. She drew her legs up and open for me. But the moment I began to enter her sloshy hot wetness the other two witches grabbed my arms and pushed me upon my back. My girl straddled me and for a moment I felt only the bliss and awe of entering her wholly and deeply sliding eryaman escort into her soaked heat with all the love and hunger of my heart and soul and loins. I was home and meeting her wild and deep and beautiful eyes and thrusting up into her was the happiest I had ever been.

One of the three then whispered something furious to my girl and I saw her face collapse into a mask of despair. But just for an instant as a cold, even icy blankness come slowly over her eyes. I shut my eyes for a second and shook as if trying to wake from a dream but it was no dream. I was losing her even as my engorged cock was filling her depths.

One of the others stood over my head then knelt down to straddle my mouth. I wish I could say I hated it but I didn’t as she ground down hard upon my open mouth. I could feel her open up outrageously wide as she fucked my mouth hard and pushed outward from within trying to push her insides into me.

My cock was still inside my girl whose eyes had frosted over as the witch straddling my mouth pushed out so hard the warm insides of her cunt unfurled around my mouth and tongue in a partial prolapse. My mouth had never been so deep inside someone and thrusting my tongue out it as I suckled inward I swear it brushed the smooth curve of her uterus. She was grinding down harder and harder when suddenly her body began to convulse and I gulped feverishly as gush after gush of her climax filled my mouth and throat. Then I felt her whole body relax.

When she again stood up I looked toward my girl but now it was the third Witch riding my cock with my girl standing over me. I didn’t understand. She lowered herself to my face riding it in a ferocious taking way moving over me pressing down and out but with her ass as much as her cunt. As my girl’s rectum grew sloshy with her wet and my saliva I plunged my tongue inside while suckling with my lips. Then back to her cunt as she ground down against my mouth and began climaxing.

She was soaked but didn’t squirt but I kept softly sucking as if to draw the core of her being into my mouth. She sat perfectly still after as if frozen upon my mouth. Then first with a few squirts and then a hard stream that went on and on and on baptized me from the inside out with perhaps a quart of the warm piss of her inner being.

After gulping down all of her wet as if it had been a drug I started to get dizzy. As I drifted, one witch after another took turns sucking my cock. I felt blissful and the entirety of my being was becoming my cock as one after another they plunged their mouths down gag-deep, the head of my cock pushing into their throats.

Suddenly wave after wave of raw, acute and consuming pleasure flowed out from my core to the tip of my toes and the top of my scalp. I was shaking and crying out. Unhinged, and turned almost inside out by the intensity of pleasure I began to grow faint as if flowing into a dark ocean. Then my love was again upon me and alone and kissing me beautifully deeply, then ever more fiercely till I again tasted blood. She looked at me once, her eyes again soft, loving, even oceanic and said “I love you”. Then I passed out.

It was dawn when I woke. I was alone on the stage. Naked. Bleeding from my mouth. Smelling of cum, and ejaculate and piss and sweat and arousal. I shook my head in wonder and stood up and slowly gathered my clothes.

I did not return to classes for a week and when I finally walked into Honor’s English I was late. As always the three witches were huddled in front facing the lectern. My love turned to me and loud enough for the whole class to hear, quoted Keats:

And this is why I sojourn here,

Alone and palely loitering

Though the sedge is withered from the lake

And no birds sing.

Then she turned away from me and I cringed believing it was forever and I knew I was undone. Slowly though I felt a growing sense of earthly (dare I say witchy) power welling up from inside of me: a new force, a new power, a new joy. I smiled inwardly a bit, Knowing this earthly power would serve me well.

It was their gift to me. Their imprinting. Her imprinting. Then, in an instant to my surprise, she turned and smiled at me one final time. I smiled back, loving her with every fiber of my being. Then we both turned away and we were done.

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Note: This story contains infidelity. If you don’t like, just don’t read!

*

The weather people had warned them: the storm would be a nasty one. But, they’d said that two weeks prior and there’d been only about two inches of snow so a lot of people figured this one would also be a non event.

Alyssa had gone to Dan’s office a few times to look out his window, her own office not having a window to the outside. She’d teased him a few times that he’d just have to call his wife and tell her he wouldn’t come home that night. Each time, he’d pointed out that he was carpooling with two others and would have to go with them.

Their factory was situated in an isolated location between two towns, one 45 minutes away to the east and the other only 15 minutes away to the west. However, both required workers to drive winding roads through areas of high wind.

Mid-way through the afternoon, Alyssa once again went to look out Dan’s office window. The storm was so bad that she couldn’t even see the building just 100 yards across the way. The snow was accumulating at a fast rate and there was already what looked like six inches on the ground. Heavy equipment operators were busy trying to clear the snow but looked like they were losing the battle. Alyssa saw them change course and head towards the parking lot. Soon, they were out of her sight.

Then, Jeff and Marco came into Dan’s office. Jeff quickly put his arm around Alyssa’s shoulders and said “You have a guest room, don’t you?”

Indeed, her home was a three bedroom townhouse, one of the bedrooms being used as a home office. She nodded and then asked “Why?”

“Well, Sweetness, these two yahoos are going to sleep in your guest room and I’m going to spend the night with you!”

Alyssa’s jaw dropped. But before she could say anything, Jeff continued. “The road east of here has been closed because of a huge accident and the cops called here and asked the boss to send us all west, asking if those of us who live east can stay with colleagues who live west. So I thought I’d reserve a place with my favourite girl. What do you say? Can you put us up for a night?”

Marco chimed in “More like can you put up with us for a night?”

Alyssa laughed. “I have the spare bed and I have an inflatable mattress we can set up so your wives can all rest easy about you spending the night at my place.”

Just then, they heard an announcement over the paging system, asking them all to meet in the conference room. There, they were told that the factory was closing early, that the road east was closed and that they were to get ready to leave. They were asked to figure out who could take in people, who had friends of family in town that they could go to. Then, they were told that they would all follow each other in a convoy to town leaving in 30 minutes. They were told to take as few vehicles as they could. Then, supervisors were told to go gather their workers and make the same announcement in the cafeteria.

The next 20 minutes were chaotic to say the least. The factory being shut down quickly, things being secured and people getting ready to leave. Alyssa received a text from Dan.

“Darn, I’d rather it be just me spending the night with you.”

Dan and Alyssa had gotten together for quick sex a few times in the past two years. They had been extremely discreet about it. Dan had often wanted Alyssa to fake appointments so they could sneak over to her place but she didn’t feel comfortable with that so encounters had been few and far between, happening mostly when she got extremely horny.

She’d been on her own for a few years now after her last partner had left her for a younger woman. Somehow, she just hadn’t been interested in another long term relationship since then. She figured that some day, she’d want that again but until then, having sex with Dan a few times a year was good enough. He knew very well how to turn her on and make her melt.

She texted him back “It’ll be difficult to keep my hands off you because of these two… Can’t they go somewhere else?”

The response surprised her “Or, we could take advantage of this and make one of your fantasies come true.”

Unbeknownst to her, Jeff and Marco were in Dan’s office. They had started joking about it but the conversation had taken a turn for the serious, with Dan instructing them to be extremely discreet.

“And which fantasy would that be?”

“Threesome!”

“Did you fail math in school? There will be a total of four people there!”

“Three men pleasuring you? Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Dan!”

“I’m serious! Do you trust me?”

“You yes, but them?”

Just then, there was another page that they all had to head to the parking lot within five minutes. Jeff and Marco hurried down to their offices to grab their coats. Alyssa grabbed her coat and bag and locked up her office. Meeting Dan in the hallway, they made their way down to where Jeff and Marco were waiting for them. Marco said “my car has its snow tires and four wheel drive, does yours, çukurambar escort Alyssa?”

“No, my appointment for tires is next week. What do you drive?”

“I have a Chevy Equinox. It’ll get us there. That is if you don’t mind me driving and leaving your own car here.”

“No problem. And it’ll even fit in my garage so let’s get as much snow off it as we can.”

Then, everyone was in the parking lot, clearing out cars and trucks. Alyssa took the snow broom from her car and helped clear Marco’s vehicle. She also brought the garage door opener. The plant manager gave the signal and everyone got into vehicles and lined up. The drive to town which normally took 15 minutes took then 40 and visibility was all but nil along the way. The convoy had been a great idea as everyone made it safely into town.

During the drive, Jeff had asked “Should we go to a grocery store for supplies before going to your place?”

Alyssa had reassured them that her kitchen and pantry were very well stocked and that there was no need to detour to a grocery store. They’d mostly talked about food and the condition to the road. When they’d gotten to her place, Alyssa had opened up the garage door and Marco had backed in. As soon as he’d cut the ignition, she’d closed the door. They’d gotten out of the car and made their way to the door.

Alyssa let them into her home. They hung their coats in the closet and took off their boots. Then, before they went up to the next level, Alyssa showed them her home office at the back of her townhome as well as the lower washroom. She turned on the power to her modem and wireless network.

When she turned around, all three guys were looking at her. “What?”

Dan looked at Jeff and said “Do it.”

Jeff asked “You’re sure?”

Dan smiled and said “Absolutely. Just do it.”

Before Alyssa could ask anything else, Jeff walked up to her and, grabbing her face, kissed her. With the shock of his actions, Alyssa’s mouth was wide open and he took advantage of that to seek her tongue with his own. Being kissed like that was a big turn on for her and instinctively, she kissed him back. Yet, he broke the kiss and pulled away, only to be replaced by Marco who kissed her the same way. When Marco was done, it was Dan’s turn to kiss her.

Then, Dan said “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. What happens here tonight stays here and strictly among the four of us. Agreed?”

While the two others nodded, Alyssa hesitated. “What exactly is it that you have in mind here?”

Dan moved behind her and put his arms around her and said “Anything you want baby, the three of us will do anything you want. We all want to pleasure you, don’t we guys?”

Both nodded. Dan continued “Now, why don’t you go up to your room, wash up like you usually do and then change into a skirt and cami.”

Marco spoke up “If you have nylons and garters, that would be my request.”

Then, it was Jeff’s turn “And I’d like to see your hair down. You okay with this Alyssa? Dan told us this was a fantasy of yours and all want to participate.”

“Do you all promise absolute discretion?”

“Of course! We’re all married, we don’t want to mess that up, we just want to have a little fun off the record.”

“Just to be clear, if this ever gets out and I end up branded a slut, you’re all going to feel the same heat, understood?”

All three men agreed and Alyssa lead them up the stairs to the first floor where the kitchen, dining area and living room were. She pointed to the television and said “There you go, watch something while I go get changed.”

Alyssa went up to her bedroom on the second floor and quickly got undressed. She washed up, shaved, and applied a lightly scented lotion all over. She took a few minutes to touch up the large washroom and put away all her girly stuff. She then dressed as requested and, as she put on her heels, started feeling shaky. Was she really going to have sex with three guys?

She went to the guest bedroom and turned down the bed. If they were going to do it, it would be on this bed which only had the bottom frame, unlike her bed which had a big foot board that would certainly get in the way.

She made her way down the steps and stopped when she reached the second to last step. The guys whistled appreciatively.

“Guys, I’m feeling a bit self conscious here. My feet are a bit cold, you know?”

Marco asked “I see you have Big Bang Theory DVDs, you a fan?”

Surprised by the change in subject, she made it down the last few steps and went to sit next to him. “Yes, I adore that show! Why?”

“Have you seen that episode where Sheldon gets a female visitor and she ends up having sex with Leonard and then with Raj?”

“Yes I have seen that one. Why?”

“Do you remember how when Leonard and Wallowitz get to Raj’s and the girl suggests a joint encounter, the guys get uncomfortable with the thought of seeing each other naked?”

“Yes, I remember that.”

Jeff took over “Well, we’re kind of demetevler escort having a similar reaction here. So I guess our feet are a bit cold too.”

Alyssa couldn’t help but feel relieved that hers weren’t the only jitters. “We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to, guys. Why don’t we go fix dinner? That will take some pressure off.”

So they all went to the kitchen and, after agreeing on a meal, set about preparing it. Despite the fact that it was rather crowded in her little kitchen, Alyssa and the guys managed to make dinner without too many toes being stepped on. They ate dinner, had some wine and talked about this and that, having a lot of fun. Then, they went back into the kitchen to do the dishes. While they were working, Alyssa spoke.

“You know how the media leads us all to believe that only really thin women with perfect figures and perfect complexion are beautiful?”

“You’re beautiful just the way you are, Alyssa.”

“Oh, this isn’t about me. I know I have quite a few extra pounds but there’s no way I’m going to starve myself to be as thin as the media says is good. I’m healthy and active and that’s what matters. No, what I was getting to is that there are similar pressures on men too. With all the available porn out there, seems that men are led to believe that unless they’re at least 8 inches long, they’re not well endowed. And in my experience, it seems that only men who are huge feel confident about their manhood. The fact that all three of you feel a little shy about getting naked tells me that you’re probably all very normal sized.”

The guys looked a little sheepish so Alyssa continued.

“Guys, that you have normal sized penises is a relief to me! I’m kind of short and tight down there so big dicks only mean pain for me. I’d be scared if any of you had a monster dick!”

Dan asked “Does that mean your feet aren’t so cold anymore?”

Alyssa blushed “Well, it would be a shame to pass up such an opportunity but I don’t want to pressure you guys.”

Dan said “I’m in!”

Alyssa looked at him “Dan, it’s all or nothing. To ensure total discretion, we need everyone to be in agreement, we can’t have a hold out.”

Jeff then said “It’s a bit early to go to bed, why don’t we open up a second bottle of wine and play cards? You got playing cards, don’t you? Two decks?”

“Sure!”

Alyssa went to get the cards while the guys cleared the table and opened the second bottle of wine. They then grabbed one of her pens and some paper and set up to keep score.

“Alyssa, you know that all three of us love to golf. Well, we have a card game called golf, it’s really easy.”

And so they explained the rules and played one mock round. It was indeed easy and Alyssa took to it right away.

Marco said “How about we make it a little more interesting?”

“How?”

“The winner of each round gets to tell the worst player of the round which piece of clothing to take off.”

Dan said “Okay, but I kind of really like what Alyssa’s wearing and find it more tantalizing than if she were naked. Can we do something different if she’s the worst?”

“Like what?”

“Like 30 seconds of whatever the winner wants.”

“Like kissing or dancing?”

“Sure, something like that.”

Alyssa could see the twinkle in his eye and figured he’d most likely want 30 seconds of her going down on him if he were the winner and she was the worst for a given round. She nonetheless agreed.

First round, Dan was told by Jeff to lose his shirt. Second round, Alyssa got to ask Marco to take off his shirt. To her dismay, he had a t-shirt under it so she wasn’t going to see his torso yet. Third round, Marco won and Alyssa was the loser. He got up and stood behind her and said “I want to play with your twins for my 30 seconds.”

He started by gently caressing her through the fabric of the cami and the bra and then pulled the straps of the cami off her shoulders and let out a whistle when he saw her lacy bra. After caressing her through the bra, he then pushed the straps of the bra off her shoulders too and gently reached inside the bra to cup her breasts and with his finger and thumb gently tweaked her hardening nipples. “Time’s up.” Marco quickly let go, straightened the bra and its straps as well as the cami. Alyssa was very turned on by how he’d fondled her and was sure all three of them could smell her arousal.

The fourth round, Jeff told Dan to take off his shirt. Fifth round, Alyssa finally got to tell Marco to take his t-shirt off. She then said “Can we take a short pause?”

“What for?”

“I want to touch and I want to kiss.”

Alyssa, not waiting for an answer, went around the table, touched each man’s chest and kissed him deeply. Then, she sat back on her chair and said “Okay, now we can continue”

Round six presented an unusual challenge. Alyssa had won but all three guys had similar scores. So she said “you all take off your socks” Which they didn’t argue with.

Round seven, Dan won and dikmen escort Alyssa lost so he went to her, pulled out his hard cock and said “I’m sure you know what I want.”

Alyssa didn’t hesitate at all and took him into her mouth. She loved his cock. It was a perfect fit in her mouth and she could take most of him. The 30 seconds were over way too quickly for both of them.

Round eight, Marco told Dan to lose his pants so Dan sat through the last round in his underwear.

For the ninth and final round, there was a twist. Although Alyssa finished first, Jeff had a lower score meaning her score doubled so he said “Considering that not only did I win the round but I did so having her double her score, I think I deserve a full minute.”

Alyssa figured he wanted her to blow him like she’d done for Dan so she got up and agreed. But no, he said “You get to lie down on the table, I want to taste you for a whole minute.”

Dan protested “Hey! I though SHE had to do something!”

Jeff laughed and said “Sure she does! She gets to lie there and allow me access! That’s doing something!”

Alyssa bent down and kissed him first, then she turned around to recline on the table.

“Don’t you have to take off your underwear first?”

“I’m not wearing any.”

The looks on their faces was priceless. All three jaws dropped and then lips got licked as their arousal strained their bottoms.

She laid down on the table and opened up her legs. Jeff pulled his chair back up to the table and kissed her thigh before kissing her freshly shaved mound. Then, he ran his tongue up her valley. Alyssa’s back arched on the table. For a whole minute, Jeff licked and teased her pussy lips. Then, he said “Well, considering the game’s done, I’m just going to keep going ’cause this is too yummy to stop.”

He resumed licking her slit and her clit, causing her to moan. The two others looked at each other and then down at her. Dan was the first to move. He bent down to kiss her, pulled the straps off her shoulder and exposed her breast. He then went to kiss and tease her hard nipple. Seeing that, Marco joined in and did the same on the other side. They took turns kissing her on the lips and teasing her nipples.

Alyssa reached down their torsos and rubbed their cocks through their clothes. Dan was only wearing his underwear to she could clearly feel his. She struggled to make her way inside and he helped her. On the other side, Marco realized that his jeans were in her way so he also helped her gain access. Once she felt his cock, Alyssa had to look. Marco’s cock may have been on the lower side of the length scale but it certainly made up for it in girth. She thought to herself that he’d likely have to be the last one in and was looking forward to being stretched by such an amazing cock.

Dan asked Jeff to switch which Jeff obliged. Jeff helped Alyssa find his cock and stroke it while he played with her nipple, as Dan had done before. Dan, meanwhile, was licking and sucking on her clit, the way he knew she liked.

She started feeling her body tensing up and knew she was going to come. Dan was pushing her slowly but very surely over the edge. He then decided to insert first one then two fingers inside her and quickly found a rhythm that had her rocking her hips and moaning loudly. She exploded in a loud groan that got all three guys cheering. That made her laugh. “Nobody’s ever cheered my orgasm before!”

Then, she said “Why don’t we go up to the bedroom, we’ll be more comfortable.”

They made their way up to the guest bedroom quickly and all three men shed what was left of their clothes. Alyssa knelt onto the thick carpet and reached for the three beautiful cocks around her. She pulled Dan’s cock into her mouth while she caressed the other two. Jeff’s cock was only slightly bigger than Dan’s which was perfect. She could hardly believe her luck: three wonderful cocks, hers to play with all night.

She took her time, sucking on one and using her hands on the other two. When one guy tried to switch things up, she stopped him and said “Not yet, I want to enjoy this a little longer. You don’t mind, do you?”

The guys all indicated that she could blow them for as long as she wanted, that their wives rarely did this for them. That stopped Alyssa “Hey, you’re with ME tonight. I don’t want to hear about any of them again tonight, okay?”

“Sorry Alyssa!”

She resumed playing with the three cocks but then, she felt the need to have one in her pussy. She got up and laid back on the bed, saying “Dan, I want you. You two, come up here.”

Dan teased her slit with his cock until he heard her say “Please Dan!”

She felt him enter her and she moaned loudly. As Dan slid in and out of her, Jeff decided to straddle her stomach and fuck her tits slowly. That left Marco for her to play with which she did with enthusiasm.

Dan called out “I’m gonna come!” and he plunged into her as deep as he could and pressed against her, groaning his release. He then pulled out and Alyssa said “Switch!”

The guys, not sure what she meant, stopped what they were doing. She pushed Jeff off her and got Dan to lay down on his back. Then, she straddled him and positioned her pussy lips over his still half hard cock. “Jeff, take me from behind and you, I’m not done feasting on you yet.”

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I recently visited California and a friend suggested to me that if I had some spare time that I should visit a certain communal bath house for a steam, but I was warned that it was mostly fully nude and Sundays were mixed gender.

Not to be perturbed and having my curiosity heightened I looked it up and it was quite close to where I was staying and it just so happened that i had a few hours spare on Sunday afternoon. I read up on some of the reviews and my curiosity continued to grow with comments such as, “not for the feint hearted.”

And, “Sunday is mixed gender, clothing optional, and although there is officially no sex taking place I saw plenty but nobody seems to mind and everyone is very respectful.”

I arrived at a two story building in a quiet street, and enter into a crowded reception area. There were two couples in their late thirties leaving as I arrived and when I approached the counter I was met by a cheerful young lady who looked way too young to be there but I guess she must have been over eighteen to be working there. I purchased a three hour pass and she rapidly explained the facility. She then exclaimed, “well since you haven’t been here before I will show you to the locker room, she handed me two neatly folded towels, a robe, and a pair of sandals and beckoned me to follow her down the stairs.

We passed a few couples and a few singles of both genders walking here and there all draped in there robes then suddenly we walked past an open room that had no door clearly marked “LADIES LOCKER ROOM” and as I glanced in there was a tall blonde lady standing in front of a mirror tying her hair, she was completely naked. Next room was marked “MENS LOCKER ROOM” and again no door.

She ushered me in and the first thing I saw was an older guy, probably early fifties, standing butt naked as he was dressing into his robe. The young attendant walked straight in and past the guy without even blinking at the nakedness she was confronted with. She showed me to my locker and gave me more directions and exclaimed, “enjoy your visit!” Then she turned and walked out.

As I was undressing I looked across towards the entrance to the locker room and there was another room just across the narrow hall marked, “THERAPY WAITING ROOM” and sitting at the entrance to the room was a very attractive full figured lady in her early forties dressed in her white robe sipping on a drink and sitting comfortably in a sunken lounge. She was looking across at me and smiled broadly and made no effort to look away as I continued to undress.

This scene alone was very arousing for me and I was quickly fully naked and draping the robe around me as my curious onlooker continued to smile and sip away at her drink while fixing her gaze on my cock. My heart was now racing at the anticipation of what was to come when I entered the bathing area and steam rooms.

I was not disappointed. As I opened the door to the steam rooms I was slightly taken aback. The place was full of people, mostly fully naked, walking about in all directions, in and out of the various steam rooms and spa baths and through other doors to the pool room. There were probably more men than women but not by much. I walked down another narrow hall and this is where the patrons would hang their robes on the hooks on the wall and enter the adjoining steam rooms with their towels only, mostly draped over their shoulders.

As I walked down the hall there was a group of about six guys and one girl, all in their early twenties, hanging their robes on the wall and turning fully naked to enter the steam room, all jovial and chatty and not at all phased by the lack of clothing.

I entered a large open area that had several long wooden bench chairs, a large hot tub, several shower cubicles, and a plunge pool. I decided to take a seat to get my bearings and decide what to do next. There were a few others sitting on the benches, two guys sitting next to each other both naked and an older lady, probably in her fifties, wearing a one piece bathing suite. I removed my towel and placed it on the bench and sat down.

As I looked about I noticed a couple in the hot tub sitting back taking in the spectacle. He was probably mid thirties and she was much younger. There were two ladies in one of the shower cubicles, and there were several people standing in small groups chatting. Two young ladies walked slowly by giggling, both early twenties, one of them was about 6 foot tall with very large breasts and thick thighs, short dark curly hair topless and wearing a tight pair of brief bikini bottoms that showed off the shape of her round ass. Her friend was much shorter and very thin, redhead with small pointy breasts with both nipples pierced, she was fully naked and had a thick bush of ginger pubic hair. I found myself staring at her body as they both paused nearby me, they were both looking around and as I continued to stare at her she turned to look at me and rather than take offence to my leering she had a broad grin and with her shoulders pushed back she slowly balgat escort arched her back in front of me seemingly inviting me to continue to look on. She was clearly relishing the eyes upon her then they turned and walked towards the hot tub and stepped in to join the couple already in there.

At this stage I am naturally becoming aroused and am suddenly conscious of the likelihood of an unwanted erection. I look around and didn’t see anyone else with the same problem then to my surprise the couple in the hot tub begin to stand to leave and I couldn’t help but notice his cock is semi erect and he is making no effort to cover it. His partner however appears to be more self conscious and tries to cover him with his towel but he takes the towel and drapes it over his shoulder as he steps out of the hot tub and his engorged cock sways close in front of the two young ladies who continue to giggle and whisper to each other. He is now standing out of the hot tub and helps his partner out and they walk towards the steam room, he fully naked with his large semi rigid cock proudly swaying in front of him and her trying to cover herself with her towel as they walk across the large open area.

Now thinking I should move on and explore the rest of the facility I begin to stand when suddenly the young lady attendant who showed me to my locker appeared with a couple and paused in front of me as she was explaining where everything was and giving directions. She then walked off and the newly arrived couple were standing close in front of me looking around, clearly both were very nervous. They were an Indian couple and he was very tall and well built and she was very short and petite, both were probably early twenties. Her eyes were fixed on a trio of guys walking past and stepping into the shower cubicles. She made no effort to be discrete with her gaze and was blatantly staring at their cocks as they walked closely by, then her head turned to stare at their asses while they entered the showers.

She then turned to look at me and quickly looked down to stare at my cock as her eyes widened, without averting her gaze she slowly removed her own towel and was standing in front of me fully naked. Her beautiful caramel skin was glistening and her small perky tits were highlighted by her dark pointed nipples. As she continued to stare at me I felt my cock beginning to throb, at this moment her partner who was looking in another direction turned to realised that she had removed her towel an appeared quite agitated and went to usher her along as he realised that she had her stare fixed on my pulsating cock. As he walked her away an older couple, probably mid fifties, walked past them, her stare went straight to his uncircumcised cock then as they stopped by the narrow hall where people were entering and exiting the steam rooms I could see even from this distance that she froze at the sight of the smorgasbord in front of her.

I now stood to venture towards the steam room and as i did a male attendant appeared and along side him was a very attractive Asian lady, early forties, with her towel tightly wrapped around her curvy body. I could clearly make out her shape and could not help but notice the towel was only just covering her ass and the sight of her plump buttocks showing had me instantly aroused. As I slowly walked past with my towel over my shoulder i could see and hear the male attendant describing the facility to her and I could see that she was listening to him but staring at me. As i passed we brushed slightly and our eye contact was held like in slow motion.

As i was nearing the steam room I glanced over at the small plunge pool and could see a trio standing in the waist deep water. A very attractive young lady, short dark hair and I could see she was heavily tattooed. Her two colleagues were very fit looking young guys giving her ample attention. She was passionately kissing one of the guys while her hand was tightly holding his cock meanwhile the second guy , much taller than her was standing behind her, leaning down and kissing the back of her neck while his erect cock was pressing up against the small of her back as his left hand was reaching around and squeezing the ass of the other guy. As tempted as i was to join the small group of curious onlookers to watch how this scene plays out I instead continued on my way to the steam room. As i went to open the door I looked over my shoulder and noticed the hot curvy Asian lady standing alone amongst the parade of nakedness still tightly holding her towel around her and staring intently at me.

As I entered the steam room I was surprised at how large it was. There was three tiers inside and right in front of me was three young ladies, one laying face down. I cautiously stepped past them and made my way to the top tier. It seemed like nobody else in there but as I walked up the stairs I noticed that the top tier had an alcove and I quickly counted five guys, all fully naked laying around engaged in casual conversation.

I quickly sat down batıkent escort and was immediately trying to plan my escape from what I thought was a gay spectacle. As I was about to stand and discretely walk out I noticed another couple entering and to save us awkwardly passing on the short narrow steps I sat back down. He was probably early fifties, tall, muscular, balding hair, and a huge thick swinging cock. She was probably late forties, large breasts, dark curly shoulder length hair, and a prominent bald pussy.

As he walked past the three young ladies at the entrance they all halted their conversation and turned to stare at him in silent awe. They both walked up the steps toward me and before I could move she sat next to me and he the other side of her. Before I knew it we were introducing ourselves and their bawdy banter had a calming effect on my awkwardness. They seemed so relaxed and comfortable with the environment I was prompted to ask them if they were regular visitors. His response was,

“yes, we come here every week, she loves to stare at cocks and get fucked by strangers.”

She laughed loudly and slapped his leg, at the same time I noticed her glancing down at my cock then she moved her gaze to the group of five guys laying and sitting naked not three metres away.

There was a bustle at the door as the three young ladies were leaving and the skinny red head and her friend were entering. I then looked down next to me and she was stroking his massive cock and I noticed he waved to the skinny red head and she waved back suggesting that they were familiar with each other. Then the door opened again and entered the hot curvy Asian lady, still with her towel wrapped tightly around her. She quickly made her way up the steps and sat in the only spot still available, next to me on my left.

I could see that she was trying not to look around but when she moved her head to the left she took in the sight of five naked guys with one of them now stroking himself. She looked past me and sighted the lady on my right whose bare flesh was now pressed against my thigh and was stroking her partners hard nine inch thick cock.

Somehow amongst all the emerging debauchery in front of us, I managed to start a casual conversation with the hot Asian lady sitting on my left.. I discovered that her name was Mabel, she was from Brisbane Australia, she was recently separated from her husband and was travelling with her sister and she was celebrating her birthday today. I chuckled to myself thinking “Mabel” seemed such a fake name but it didn’t bother me and my heart starter to race as I noticed she had opened her towel and I could glimpse her magnificent breasts.

The lady on my right suddenly stood and walked over to the five naked guys and positioned herself amongst them at the same time her partner beckoned to the skinny redhead who reacted quickly and made her way to his side. After some whispering she knelt before him and somehow slowly swallowed his massive cock in one slow motion.

Mabel went silent at the sight of what was happening on our right then we both turned to the left to notice the other lady was bent down sucking the cock of the guy who was stroking himself earlier while another one of the guys was on his knees with his face deep between her ass cheeks.

I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath and then realised to my delight that Mabel’s hand found its way to my thigh and was moving up and she leant toward me and her forearm pressed against my cock. This was enough to promote me to full arousal and I was now erect. We both looked again at the redhead as she stood and began to position herself reverse cowgirl on him. Mabel looked over at the other lady to see her completely surrounded by the five guys, her legs spread wide, one was fucking her frantically, she was sucking another as the other three were standing over her stroking themselves.

Mabel then took a firm hold of my cock and began to lean down. My heart was thumping loudly as she positioned herself with her ass presented to the group of five guys, her left hand squeezing my rigid cock, and to my surprise she began to lick my left nipple, she slid her tongue over the sweat beads on my hairy chest and slowly down my stomach and around the base of my cock and balls. As she was doing so my left hand reached over and was rubbing her smooth pussy from behind.

As she continued to lick my cock and balls I don’t think she realised that a small crowd had gathered at the base of the steps including the petite Indian lady and her partner. I could see from here her eyes were eagerly taking in the sight and maybe unwittingly her hand reached down the touch her own pussy. I was watching her reactions out of curiosity and was even more curious as she broke away from here nervous partner and walked up the stairs to look around the corner at the five guys gang banging the now noisy lady who was moaning loudly even though she had a mouth full of cock.

As the skinny redhead continued to beşevler escort ride the monster cock next to me Mabel broke away from me, stood, looked around to take in the surrounding scene and appreciative audience the she sat back down on her towel lifted her knees and spread her legs wide and in a deeply sultry voice she asked, “Do you want me?”

I stood in front of her, she leant back against the wooden bench and I ran the back of my hand over her pointed nipples and cupped her amazing breasts as she looked back and forth to the redhead and the gang bang scene which now suddenly included the petite Indian who was now on her knees sucking the cock of one of the five. Mabel blurted out, “Just fuck me already!”

I held my throbbing cock in my hand and as I moved closer to her engorged pussy lips I started to slap her clit with my cock and she was now writhing and I could see the intensity in her eyes as she looked down then looked up at me and with a raised voice she demanded, “fuck me now!”

As I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy she flinched and both hands gripped her towel so tightly her knuckles were white and she was looking down and now panting heavily. I slid my cock into her warm wet pussy and thrust it deep into her in one motion. She moaned loudly, so loudly that I could see from the corners of my eyes that the others around us momentarily paused what they were doing to look over at us, however this was only momentary as the Indian lady joined in with loud moans of her own and as I glanced over to her I saw that she was being fucked in the ass by one of the five and was now screaming with ecstasy while her partner was now standing nearby watching on while he stroked himself.

With all the activities going on around us Mabel didn’t avert her gaze from the sight of my cock thrusting deep into her only to look into my eyes with haunting intensity. At one stage she reached forward and grabbed a handful of my chest hair and ripped away mercilessly. This drew me closer to cumming and before I did i pushed her back further and thrust once more and held my cock deep in her and in this position my balls we pressed against her ass hole and she was now more than moaning, she was slapping me and almost squealing.

I withdrew my cock from her and held it in front of her and the first shot of my cum splashed onto her chin then a second squirt onto her tits then she took my cock back into her mouth to capture the rest of my cum. I broke away from her and she wiped my cum from her chin and tits and was licking her dripping fingers.

As I stood back I noticed that the skinny redhead and the older guy were now laying back watching us intently, his cock now limp but still monstrous. I looked around and the other group were now a tangle of moaning bodies and there were a few more onlookers who had moved closer to us.

Without a word to Mabel, I draped the towel over my shoulder and walked out leaving her there amongst the crowd. I dont know why I didn’t stay with her, I think I panicked with the awkwardness of the public spectacle. As I was walking out of the steam room I looked back and she still had he legs spread with one of her knees bent and her eyes part shut and she was still breathing heavily.

When I opened the door to exit, an odd looking couple probably in their forties walked in, she was very curvy with a full bush of dark pubic hair, he was shorter and much thinner than her with a tiny semi erect cock walking closely behind her. As I brushed past them in the doorway she stepped toward me so that her thigh pressed against my cock as she gave me a cheeky smile.

I was thinking now I should make my escape but instead I walked into the adjoining pool area. By now I think the crowd had grown however surprisingly the pool area was very sparse. I walked past a thin lady laying on a bench chair reading a book which I thought was curious. It must have been a good book as she did not even look away from the pages as I walked past her closely. Then there was a young couple in the pool embracing by the stairs and again not looking up but rather concentrating on themselves as they embraced and were kissing each other passionately.

I jumped in the warm pool and was leaning at the edge looking through the doorway towards the steam room door and watching the naked jovial people walking in and out as my thoughts were on what had just occurred with Mabel as it was without doubt was the most intense sexual experience of my life.

I was about to get out of the pool and head back to reality when I noticed Mabel walk out of the steam room with her towel again tightly wrapped around her. My heart was pounding as I was debating if I should go after her then I was worried about what I would say to her. Then she vanished from my sight into the steam and the crowd. I got out of the pool and made my way to the showers and change room.

Once I had showered and dressed I walked back to reception while I ordered a car to collect me. As I was making my way up the stairs towards the reception my heart again began to pound heavily as I saw Mabel now fully dressed in a long floral dress a straw hat and large sunglasses. My heart now skipped as she turned to look at me and my heart sank as she didn’t acknowledge me but rather looked away back to the receptionist.

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Follows ‘A Wrestling Prelude to Pleasure’

The email came out of the blue.

“John, what are you up to the week of 4-10 February? Any wild chance you are up for a visit?”

Coming from a different correspondent, this would not have been an especially remarkable request.

But I hadn’t heard from Lisa in nine months, and she did not live in the next town, or even the next state or the next country, but Down Under — Melbourne Australia — some ten-thousand miles from my home in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I gathered myself to read further.

“Right, I know, you’re thinking ‘what is this about?’ I’ll give you the short story, then expand it if the request is more than just a theoretical issue for you. If this whole little request with no warning is impossible for you, that is not only fine but to be expected. But I was raised to think that it never hurts to ask. And we had such a good time the last time we saw you.”

This last statement brought me up short, the processing was going to take a little time before I continued reading.

“Good time” was an understatement of significant proportions.

My first trip ever to Australia last year had been a business trip. My architecture firm, in an expansionist phase, had sent me to a conference in Melbourne with some hopes of courting some out-of-country clients they knew would be attending. Melbourne had been a cosmopolitan delight to this North American from the wilds of Michigan, an eye-opening adventure. Not only did I get a respite, however briefly, from a nasty, cold winter for a week — to a sun-drenched summer, warm air, with shorts and sunglasses — but I had met Rick and Lisa my last day there.

“Good time” echoed again through my brain. “Good time.”

As when Lisa’s lips were clamped tightly around the root of my penis, her lips and throat suctioning me divinely. My opportunity to flood her cunt with sperm as an appetizer to Rick’s spirited humping right after me. I remembered the enchanting embrace of her warm, gripping channel. That our little “threesome,” however temporary, had been so effortless and fluid that I had trouble at times re-imagining it. Of course they had said “stay in touch” but I had not expected this to be an action-item, assuming nothing more than a promise of goodwill.

“Rick is going out of town for that week.” She continued. What?

“It’s a business trip, Monday through Friday, but it’s a long drive to Adelaide. He’ll leave Sunday, get back Saturday. He doesn’t want me staying alone at the place. None of our normal friends are available to stop in, for one reason or another, and there have been a rash of break-ins and other troubles in the neighbourhood lately, most unusual. Last night at dinner Rick said to me, ‘Why don’t you see if John can come down? He was fun, he’d look after the place, we could sandwich my time away with a couple amusing weekends of pleasure, the three of us. It will feel like a little vacation instead of a bump of loneliness in the road. Mostly I’ll know you’re in good hands.”

This was coming from Rick? I had reasonably good feelings about my “good time” with them last year, but more from Lisa’s end (I remember her thong she secreted in my laptop briefcase, whose surprise discovery while I was at Melbourne’s airport only narrowly avoided some embarrassment on my part) than Rick’s. And now he was asking for me to be the guardian stud over his precious Lisa while he was out of town for a week? I closed my eyes and held my head in both hands.

My life could not be described as exciting by almost any standard. Parts of it were fine, more than fine. Good job, decent pay, I was doing just what I wanted to be doing and my creative faculties were not only utilized well but recognized by both my boss and my peers. Designing things had been my passion forever.

But … but.

My last steady girlfriend was some distance in the rear-view mirror, and the last few years for me had been punctuated by short, occasionally lively, but ultimately unsatisfying liaisons. I had no real desire to be married but found myself in envy of co-workers who had ‘steady fucking’ at least potentially in their repertoire. My penis, at age thirty-four, was years away from peak production. And enjoyment. Dating in one’s thirties is not the same as a decade earlier. Rick and Lisa had been an unexpected, and thoroughly engaging, oasis in my little lonely sexual desert.

The rest of the letter was short, full of sweet, cajoling “understand if you can’t come” sentiments, and “sure would be nice to see you and pick up where we left off” phrasings. Holy Mother of God. It appeared my fairy godmother from childhood had only gone AWOL, not vanished altogether.

I issued an immediate, if tentative, response, indicating the theoretical possibility of my visit, trying not to seem too eager while emphasizing my complete agreement with her request’s spirit, stressing mutual friendships, etc. Yet I asked for a few days to see about logistical solutions.

I büyükesat escort had enough vacation saved up, that would not be a problem, mostly it would just be the work thing, and how it would sit with the firm’s schedule. I vowed to see if I could dredge up the short list of potential clients I lined up last time, and guessed that if I could convince Douglas that I was willing to make some potentially useful contact with them — While On My Own Vacation Time — that that might grease the skids.

It took longer than a week to iron details out, but work was willing, and by November I had plane tickets booked for Melbourne Australia, from February 2nd to the 11th, 2018.

Lisa was thrilled.

All this said, with the prospects ahead of me for a “can’t lose” situation, it was not without trepidation that I stepped aboard United Flight 1836 to Melbourne on a February morning in Detroit, the outside wind chill at minus-five degrees. It would look totally stupid for me to arrive in Melbourne with a down parka and gloves among my possessions, but they were necessary adjuncts for a mid-winter Michigan departure and return.

Rick, not Lisa, met me at the airport, and I felt the iron squeeze of his oversize paws by way of a handshake. I couldn’t mistake his broad face, easy smile, barrel chest, solid shoulders, a rugby-type build with a no-nonsense demeanor. He had shorts and a loose shirt, short-cropped hair and a well-tanned skin.

“Thanks for coming John, saves us a bit of trouble.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Welcome back!”

I vaguely remembered the route from the airport, in the north of town, to their place. I cataloged the differences from home. Mostly it was just the driving on the wrong side of the road. I found myself holding on to the door arm rest more tightly than was warranted, and while Rick was clearly more than a competent driver, there were times I felt like we were going to career into some wall or another on a tight right turn.

Their car was a Holden, maybe ten years old, which I learned was some sort of Aussie General Motors sedan, no longer in production. “We got it from Lisa’s mum, when the doctor said no more driving for her. It’s boring but serviceable. Best of all it’s free.”

Their neighborhood was all one-story bungalows and even what we might call ‘ranch houses’ in the states, trees and bushes about, many yards neat and tidy, some brown, dusty and clearly unwatered, a mix. Relatively prosperous, it was more middle-class than up-scale. Hard to believe break-ins could be that common, except that every house likely had televisions, computers, all the usual attractive middle-class portable valuables.

Folks back home had asked me about my earlier trip to Australia, how was it different? Did I see a pile of kangaroos? Did I “get” the accent? Some of the questions were stunningly stupid.

We pulled up in front of Rick and Lisa’s tan low-slung bungalow, Lisa waiting on the porch for us.

She had on jeans and a rose-colored cotton blouse buttoned down the front. I could tell instantly there was no bra on underneath.

I kicked myself for neglecting to bring a present for them, of any sort. Now, trying not to stare at Lisa, with her sparkling eyes, I wished I had brought her one of those silly cowboy shirts (a simple one, no pattern) but with those mother-of-pearl or turquoise snap-buttons (which would have accented her sky-blue eyes) that looked like a cliché on most people except for real westerners and the Country-Western crowd. I had forgotten how ravishing a simple blouse fit her frame, outlined her chest, made you want to rip the buttons off on your way to her skin.

“John! Excellent! You look great!” A kiss and ardent hug and I felt right at home. Sandy-blonde hair in a pony-tail, that sweet little gap between her upper front teeth when she smiled that looked so appealing.

“Although a bit pale about the gills…” She examined the mid-winter pallor of my face and bare forearms. It occurred to me only then that a couple of even short trips to a tanning booth might have saved me some aggravation and given me a jump start on sun protection here. I remembered that this was what I knew U Michigan students did in the early weeks of March before heading to Florida or Cancun for their spring break.

“We’ll fix that this week, although we’ll have to be careful you don’t crisp your US superpower skin into some carbonized level of brown.”

We had dinner, which Lisa had prepared, some local fish and a salad. Good healthy fare, but I knew both of them as fitness enthusiasts, remembering their back-room gym and an overall careful attention to their bodies, trim and strong.

I asked them how they knew I was American when they first saw me at the hotel bar the year before. To my knowledge they hadn’t heard me speak. Was it my shoes? My clothing that gave me away?

“No, not at all,” said Rick. “Your beer was a Fosters! No Australian drinks that swill çankaya escort unless it’s the only possible choice.”

Lisa laughed.

We caught up. Through my usual scatter-shot, nosy American blizzard of questions I learned a little more about them. I knew before that they had met at university, but not that it was the local one, the University of Melbourne. I heard more about the higher education system there, the emphasis on distance learning to adapt to far-flung students. But also that most college-bound folks usually just went to the closest university to home if they could.

I was astonished to discover that Rick had a PhD, since he worked as middle management in a nautical supply wholesaler.

“Engineering?” I asked. “Or finance? Either of those would fit with your position. Although in the US it wouldn’t have been a business PhD that would have made a difference but an MBA.”

Lisa let out a long comfortable laugh.

Rick snorted. “No, not at all. English. Got it? An English PhD!”

“Well, why didn’t you use it? There have to be teaching positions in the colleges and universities?”

Rick shook his head. “Very, very few. Even if you’ve got a degree from one of the elite universities, what we call the group of eight, which includes Melbourne, there just aren’t enough positions to go around. It is overproduction I know now, but didn’t then. They have no business giving out so many advanced degrees. Particularly in non-lucrative fields.”

“I taught English in a Wurundjeri community for a year or two but that wasn’t going to cut it. This private sector job opened up and I took it.”

“You know how academics here search for positions?” Lisa asked me, arching her eyebrows.

They looked at me, smiling. What was I supposed to say?

“I dunno. Job adverts in the appropriate specialist journals?” Head shaking.

“Go to conferences? Work the networks? Word of mouth?” Lisa started laughing.

Rick shook his head in disgust. “Only one reliable means, unless of course you have a powerful ally or insider knowledge.”

He paused for effect.

“Obituaries.”

I stared at him. “You look in the obituaries?”

“Yep. If an English professor dies, and your specialty area aligns with his, then there might be an opening. Not much otherwise. Of course you do have one other option — go overseas. Our ‘group of eight’ have a good reputation internationally, but that means leaving this place, and we have no notion of doing that.”

I let out a breath. Okay, makes nautical supply sound like a suitable choice then. And if anything like the US, it paid better too, a fact that Rick confirmed.

As we talked I was feeling the effects of the long flight. It felt as if only some parts of my brain were working. I was excited but a bit off-center. The situation was win-win, no question. A night with the two of them, then a solid five nights with Lisa myself, then Rick’s return. I quivered, wondering if things would play out the same odd way as last time with all three of us together. Rick had been Captain Alpha, me the third wheel (second penis?) And Lisa had enjoyed it all.

They clearly were comfortable with the ‘threesome’ idea, although what they said last time did not suggest it was a regular feature of their love-life. I mostly just recalled Rick, rather offhandedly, mentioning to me that sometimes “Lisa likes two cocks.” This apparently was okay with him. I wondered if another woman was ever an option for them, but never figured out a decent way to ask.

But the scene was also one that I knew I could ruin if I wasn’t careful. Rick’s rightful place needed total respect. I would likely need to follow their lead in the upcoming dance.

We went out to their backyard porch after dinner. Rick poured us each some brandy. “St. Agnes VSOP, half-way local,” he said. It was quite good.

“Wine making, and the accompanying products like this, have come a long way here.”

He lifted a glass.

“To three friends.”

Impulsively, I echoed the toast with an addition, “To three international friends.”

Lisa smiled hopefully. “Two of them with soon-to-be erect penises?”

After clinking glasses and taking a sip, Rick laughed and put his glass down. “Who says ‘soon-to-be?'”

He slowly unbuckled himself and pulled his shorts and drawers off. Sure enough, his penis, which I correctly remembered as short and thick, with darker skin than the rest of him and a good heavy set of balls underneath, was standing out about seventy-five degrees, on its way towards serious interest. As an architect, I know my angles. It looked menacing.

I felt Lisa’s hands on my crotch, probing, sensing. While I couldn’t match Rick yet, a few minutes of her hands’ actions, all the while looking into my eyes, was enough to produce some results.

She stood me up and carefully pulled my trousers and pants off, after shaking my shoes off, and gazed appreciatively at my out-stretched cebeci escort organ, slowly stiffening. Rick and I looked at each other and he laughed.

“Come on Lisa, no fair to be the odd one out. Out of your knickers!”

And so I was treated to the sight of her unbuttoning her blouse, her meaty drifting breasts swaying off to the side as her top came off, then a slow wiggle out of sandals and jeans. Well-defined aureola, pubic hair darker than her streaky, blonde head-hair, her sweet, short-waisted trim body was on display in front of us.

The rest of the clothes came off and we sat out back for perhaps half an hour, watching the summer light gradually get flatter, the birds making their last calls before retiring, the sultry summer air underlining the anticipation of the coming excitement.

We talked fairly self-consciously, and overtly avoided sexual matters, yet we each were checking each other out, remembering our last encounter. I am more slender than Rick, but in reasonably good shape. I was acutely aware of being circumcised. My penis slipped in and out of varying degrees of erection. Under different circumstances I would have been nervous about its ardent condition, but felt no concerns here. Rick’s stayed semi-erect for the duration, his penis-head just poking free from his foreskin, smooth, heavy, dangerous looking.

Finally Lisa stood and stretched. How marvelously her breasts shifted and jiggled with her body’s movements! I held my breath.

“Gents!” She looked at each of us. “Bed beckons! I’ll hit the loo first, you each can take five minutes after, no longer! No more dallying.”

I was, this time, to be allowed access to their bedroom and what turned out to be its oversize mattress.

As the last arrival to the grand suite, I noted Lisa spread out comfortably at the top of the bed amongst the pillows, her hair loosened from her pony-tail and free. Rick was at her side, stroking a thigh while they chatted. Lisa patted the section of mattress next to her while I eased myself alongside.

Although no communication took place, both Rick and I began to stroke Lisa’s shoulders. She looked from one to the other of us, and I felt finger-tips from one hand sliding along my penis, then under my balls, along the cock-head. Her other hand attended to Rick.

For some ten minutes or so, silent finger explorations took place. No one spoke, although eyes gleamed. Only an occasional murmur of enjoyment escaped our lips.

Lisa rose to a sitting position, then knelt between us. She alternated, two hands now attending to Rick’s penis for a few minutes, then mine. We both grew quite hard.

She turned us over, eased our eyelids shut with fingertips, and gave us back rubs, one hand on each of us. My mind drifted, enthralled at her touch, at the pressure of my erect penis on the mattress beneath me, anticipating the next stages of arousal.

Little kisses on my back, along my vertebra, soft, endearing.

Under different circumstances (as when I could have ignored the aroused condition of my cock) I could have found myself easily drifting off to sleep.

Rick leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Try not to make too much noise when she does it.”

What? When she does what? I opened my eyes but he had turned his head away, as if the communication had never happened.

A few more gentle kisses, my muscles, all but one anyway, relaxing and drifting into a comfortable ease.

Kisses on my rump, sweet, exploratory. Fingers caressing my ass-cheeks.

And then, holy terror, a stabbing pain in one butt-cheek. My body seemed to shoot two inches off the mattress. My left ass was burning and I turned to see Lisa suppressing a laugh. She deliberately turned to Rick and bit him hard on the right bum-cheek. He was far more composed than I, although she got him good. Red indented teethmarks developed, like some ancient Polaroid print, in his ass. You could even see the little gap that existed between her front two upper incisors.

Rick turned to look at me, a gleam in his eye. “Alright mate,” he said to me, “that’s our sign.”

He leaped up and grabbed Lisa by an arm and around the waist, gesturing me to do the same. We grappled with her until her arms were under control. She fought in a desultory fashion until we had her “subdued.”

“What manner of foreplay was this?” I thought. There was no other explanation possible.

We wrestled her to the bed, on her back, and Rick had me hold her arms, pinioning them above her head. He straddled her chest, I loved the sight of the indents his rump put into her soft chest underneath him. He ran his erection over her face, along her nose and forehead, into her hair, then dropped it into her mouth. She was smiling to beat the band.

I watched entranced as she suckled Rick’s penis. He pushed it about a little, and she worked him shallow, around the head with her lips and tongue, then deep, with his penis-head far into her throat. At some point I realized I didn’t need to hold her hands anymore.

When released, her hands went immediately to his hips, guiding him in and out of her mouth, while his penis slid along her lips. It sure looked nice. Rick looked down at the proceeding, evidently pleased with the sight.

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He was tied to the bed. Naked. Arms outstretched and secured to the sides of the headboard. His feet were secured at the bottom. There was a blindfold over his eyes. The room was dimly lit. There was a soft music playing in the background. The air was cool, not cold.

It seemed as if all his other senses were compensating for his eyes. He heard every sound and could feel every sensation. The cool air made him shiver ever so slightly when it moved. He was anxious, not scared. Concerned as to what would happen. Being unable to see had taken away his power of control and now he lay there helpless to whatever whim she had. What would she do was all he could wonder.

He could hear her coming. High heels clicking against the floor, getting louder the closer she came. What was going to happen? A sudden thought of panic came over him. She was there. He could feel the air as she walked up to the bed. She stopped. He felt the bed dip slightly as she climbed on. Afraid to speak he waited and wondered.

Suddenly he felt a drip of water. Ice-cold water hit his chest. It continued to drip as it moved from the center toward his cock. His could feel his cock stir and begin to get hard. The water stopped as the ice cube was placed on his right nipple. The cube was tracing his nipple around and around. It was held right at tip level and moved back and forth. The nipple hardened and stood straight up. It moved to the left nipple and repeated. Back and forth it went until his cock stood straight and hard. Next the ice traveled down his chest and stopped three inches above the base of his cock. Then it was gone. Next he felt something soft and light, a feather moving around his chest. At times if was hard to even feel but as it passed over the nipples there was contact and he knew as it headed toward his cock. The feather circled the base of the cock before starting its journey upward. It ankara rus escort circled the head and tickled the lip below the head. When rubbed along the balls the cock would leap in excitement.

He felt her hair hit his chest first as she leaned forward to suck his nipple. The warmth felt good and he moaned slightly. Her warm hand caresses the other nipple and pinched it softly. He was beginning to enjoy himself.

Suddenly something was being drizzled over his cock. It was cold when it hit and began to run down the head toward the base. A tongue began licking the substance. The warmth combined with the cold was erotic. He liked the pause as she licked and swallowed. The tension was mounting. After a few minutes of this he felt a warm cloth wipe him and a hand take over the stroking and caressing. He could hear her moving around but had no idea what she was doing or wanted him to do.

He felt her breathe in his face as she leaned in to be kissed. It was a hard demanding kiss. She was starting to get hot and wanted some attention. She pulled back and he felt something lightly touching his lips. He licked and realized it was her nipple placed near his mouth. Eagerly he sucked and nipped at the breast. Softly she moaned. He could hear her juices as she played with her clit and slid her fingers in and out. In his mind he could see this and image her coming. She continued to play with herself and stroke his cock as he sucked her nipple bringing her to orgasm. After coming she placed her fingers in his mouth to lick clean.

She got off the bed for a minute. He wondered what she could be doing. When she climbed back on she mounted his chest. He felt something touch his lips. He put out his tongue and realized it was a dildo. She wanted him to suck her cock. He took the cock into his mouth and licked and allowed her to fuck his mouth with the ankara türbanlı escort dildo. Lucky for him it was a small cock and something he could easily manage to consume.

She slid back his chest and kneeled between his knees. She rubbed he cock against his and played with them both. While she did this she used he finger to play with his ass. Rubbing around the outside with enough pressure he wondered if she was going to finger fuck him. She was taking the pre-come from his cock and rubbing it onto his ass and rubbing around the ass area. Next she got down and licked his ass with her tongue. This sent a sensation through his body that made him shudder. When she pushed he tongue into his ass he almost came. As she pushed it in and out the tension went higher and higher. When he could almost take it no more she pulled her tongue from his ass and began licking the outside and around the opening. Her finger began rubbing as well and before long it was only her finger that remained. Gently she applied lube and her finger slide in easily. He moaned with pleasure as she sucked his cock and finger fucked his ass. She was sucking his balls and keeping him hard. The tension was easing when he heard someone else enter the room. He strained to get an idea of who it was. She lifted her head from his cock and another mouth took over. She removed the finger from his ass and moved up to his nipples and began to suck.

His mind went crazy trying to figure out who was there. What was happening? He hadn’t expected anyone else and now someone was sucking his cock.

The original girl slid up and put her pussy over his mouth and lowered herself down onto his tongue. He licked and sucked to bring her again. He felt the second girl climb on to his cock; it was a tight fit. It felt good and she rode up and down on him. He could feel her getting ready bahçelievler escort to come and was almost ready to fire his load. The original girl began coming first and then the others followed along. The girls climbed off and lay on each side of him. He was still tied up and exhausted. As the girl lay there he could feel their touch and felt as if they were rubbing each other and themselves as they caressed him. They sucked his nipples and met in the middle for a kiss. His imagination would have to fill in the rest.

He could not see them but he could hear everything they were doing. Across him one girl was stroking the other girls breasts. That girl was moaning softly and playing with herself. As she got close the moaning got louder. The girl moved down between her legs and was sucking on her clit to bring her to orgasm. He listened to there every word and moan being able to hear what was happening. She was being fucked with the dildo while having her clit sucked. After orgasm the girls decided to use a double cock and fuck each other at the same time. They used the dildo to massage his nipples before starting and he could hear the sounds as they fucked over his body. By this time he was hard again and the girls decided to untie him under the condition he did not remove his blindfold. He agreed and was released. With that he was ordered to eat out one of the girls while the girl being eaten, ate out the other. He realized the one he was eating was filled with his come, which he licked out of her pussy. When the other girl was done she decided she wanted his cock inside her. Doggy style. He was happy to oblige. He fucked her as she licked the clit of the other girl. After orgasms for the girls the other decided she wanted to be fucked in the ass while fucking the other girl. It was like a sandwich. When he thrust himself into he it pushed her into the other girl.

Her ass was tight and suctioned his cock. It didn’t take long to fill her ass with his load. They then all collapsed into a heap on the bed. The partner who had joined them got up and left the room. After she was gone the other removed his mask. He would never know the identity of the girl who had joined them, nor did he care.

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She could hear the twang of a steel guitar coming out of the truck at the next pump as she jumped from the cab of Dwight’s truck to the ground. “Now I’m a branded man, out in the cold,” sang Merle Haggard. Top 40 country was square, but she liked the sound of his voice. Low, plaintive, with a growl. Umm, she liked that. The desert wind blew across her thin miniskirt and lifted the hem to her upper thigh. She shivered.

Keeping the trucks between her and the truck stop diner, she walked toward the highway, making sure Dwight saw her leave. He’d given her a ride out of Texas, for a blowjob, but told her this was the end of the line, he had a waitress at the Triple T who was jealous of hippie chicks. He’d enjoyed the blowjob, clearly, but he liked women with bigger butts than Victoria and apparently his waitress was ample in that regard.

But Victoria had other ideas. She wanted dick and she wanted it now, if not sooner. She could take her chances at the truck stop but she’d already seen and tasted Dwight’s package and wanted his thick cock up her cunt. Unconsciously she rubbed her pubis through her skirt. Having discarded her panties in the cab of the truck, it was even easier to tell that her juices were flowing.

A truck was pulling out of the lot and headed for the highway, but she deliberately held her thumb back, not wanting a ride just yet. When she saw Dwight pull his rig around to the parking area, she headed over to some rocks overlooking the lot. Red neon lights flashed T-T-T in a dull and rhythmic pattern. Too bad she was already back to earth, those would be far out lights to trip to. It had only been a half tab of acid near Merkle. But she took a couple of hits off a roach she had in her purse, and waited. For what, she wasn’t sure, but that was OK.

She’s… leaving… home… bye… bye… The lyrics from the new Beatles song played in her mind. Was Dwight the man from the motor trade? Suddenly she had the thought that her mom would be going insane right about now. Up until this point Victoria had been pretty out of it, stoned, tripping, thrilling to the speed, the wind, the adventure, the sex… Now she had a little time to think. She should have left a note. Sure, her mom was all wrapped up in her new jerky husband, and getting it regularly. She could hear them try to be quiet while they got it on but then it would get too quiet. There would be some kind of rhythmic thing, either a squeak, or the slight bump of the bed against the wall, nothing really loud but strikingly rhythmic. Then the tempo would speed up, slowly at first then faster and faster and then… nothing. Silence. Followed by a low moan of satisfaction, kind of like after a good meal but from some place deeper. She hated to hear that but then again it kind of turned her on in a way. Maybe they were fucking right now and hadn’t even noticed she had run away. Victoria decided to wait until the morning to call.

Okay, time to check out the diner and see what the night had in store for her. She had no idea how much time had passed but she was starting to get cold.

The diner was brightly lit and almost empty. She could see Dwight’s back, sitting at the counter by himself looking down at a plate of something. He seemed to be staring at it.

Glancing around she saw one booth with customers and a waitress pouring coffee, laughing. As Victoria looked at her, the waitress lifted her head and smiled directly at her, as if she had been called by name. It was a beautiful smile, and above it her eyes were bright with something that almost seemed to be joy. The joy of life, Victoria thought.

“Sit anywhere Hon,” the waitress called over to her. At that Dwight turned around and saw her but said nothing. Victoria took a seat in a booth along the wall. Dwight turned back to his food. His head hung as if his best dog had died.

The waitress grabbed a coffee cup and headed over to Victoria’s booth. Victoria couldn’t take her eyes off her. There was something about the way she moved, slowly, deliberately, ample hips swaying, the steady open smile and bright eyes laughing. She was a large woman, thirtyish. Big hips. Thick calves. Sloping curves constrained in a short, form-fitting skirt as her waist gave way to two large, round boobs barely contained by her tight shirt. Her top two buttons were unbuttoned – or had they popped off under the strain? – and over her massive left boob was a white name tag with red letters: Dolores.

“What’ll it be honey?” Dolores asked, smiling, pouring a cup of steaming black coffee.

“How much is bacon and eggs?” Victoria asked.

“Don’t worry about that darling, he’s paying for it,” she said, jerking her head over toward Dwight. “In more ways than one.” Dolores let out a deep infectious laugh and Victoria couldn’t help but join her. She liked this woman, and she felt safe, ulus escort for the first time since she’d left home, maybe for the first time in a long time before that.

The plan had worked out the way Victoria had envisioned it, sort of. Apparently Dwight had reached into the pocket of his windbreaker for some cigs and pulled out her panties in front of Dolores, thinking it was a handkerchief. Dolores poured a glass of ice water on his crotch and stormed off, ignoring his entreaties. And then she had put two and two together when Victoria walked in. By that time she had cooled off and found some humor in the situation. It was 1967 after all, the Summer of Love, even in a redneck truck stop. If it feels good, do it.

“Dwight, get your skinny ass over here and buy this girl supper. I’m sure she needs a meal right about now after that little snack she probably had in that lonesome rig of yours.” She winked at Victoria. Victoria held her eyes, sipping her coffee.

“Shit Dolores, I can’t help it if I’m a soft touch for somebody who needs a ride. You know that,” Dwight offered, sliding into the seat across from Victoria. “Dolores, this is Victoria… Victoria, Dolores.” The women nodded, now having been officially introduced.

“Vick, do you have a place to stay here in Tucson?” Dolores asked. “I think I probably know the answer to that.”

“No ma’am I don’t. I was planning to just keep hitching tonight,” Victoria said, and it was true, that had been her Plan C.

“No, you need to sleep in a real bed tonight, you can stay with me. I’ve got a trailer over on the north side of this place,” Dolores said, as Dwight shifted in his seat, his eyes pleading with Dolores to reconsider.

“Dolores, honey, I was thinking… I was hoping… we could catch up tonight, you know,” Dwight stumbled, but Dolores cut him off.

“Slow down there cowboy, you need to dry that pecker off anyway,” she said, but with a smile. “There’s room if you want to sleep on the couch though.” Dwight’s head hung down again as it had at the counter. He was silent.

“But you never know, us girls might not be tired just right away, what with the coffee and all. Let’s see what happens,” Dolores said, smiling at them both. Her eyes said the rest.

They fucked all night long.

The clothes started coming off as soon as they stepped into the double wide. First they stripped Dwight, slowly. Dolores unsnapped his plaid western shirt, snap, snap, snap, snap. Then she ran her had up inside his white t-shirt, rubbing his hairy chest around and around, then pulling it off over his head, tangling his thick, curly hair. She smiled at Victoria and pointed down below with her eyes. Victoria dropped down to her knees in front of him and slowly unbuckled his belt. Then she unfastened the buttons on his old-fashioned button-up jeans. “Six chances to say no” Dolores laughed, and Victoria laughed too. Underneath she could see a bulge beginning to take shape in his tight white briefs. Tighty whities the girls had called them on sleepovers. Yes, these were tight and getting tighter. She could make out the head of his cock outlined under the straining fabric. She pulled his jeans down to his ankles in one motion, then leaned in and kissed the bulge. It practically jumped toward her lips. She looked up at Dolores, questioningly. Dolores met her gaze and nodded. Down came the briefs, liberating Dwight’s manhood which bounced with joy.

Dolores gave Dwight a hard push and with his legs bound by his bunched up jeans around his ankles, he fell onto the bed with a thump. She pulled off his dusty battered cowboy boots, then his jeans, then his underwear. Dwight lay on the big queen sized bed naked but for his white socks, his dick pointing straight up toward the ceiling of the double wide.

Dwight was dumbstruck, and looked like a kid in a candy store. He was obviously trying hard to hide a shit-eating grin but not doing a good job of that. “Ladies, you are out of sight…” he began, and then Dolores put a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t say a word you dumb fuck, be grateful for what you’re about to receive,” she said, laughingly but with an edge to it, Victoria thought. That was OK. Victoria had wanted cock tonight and it was looking real good like she would get it. Dwight had a blue steel hard-on and it looked like there was enough to go around.

“Why don’t you give him a little kiss while I get comfortable?” Dolores said, beginning to unbutton her shirt. Victoria leaned over and gently kissed the head of his dick. It leapt as her lips made contact. She took his shaft in one hand and with her other hand cupped his balls, which his erection had drawn up tight and firm. Lightly brushing his balls with her fingers, she licked around the head of his cock, wetting it with her saliva. yenimahalle escort Then she began to take it into her mouth, first just the head a few times, then a little more, then a little more than that. He began to moan. She moaned too. It sort of sounded like the soup commercial when they would say, “mmm, mmm good,” but with a mouth full of dick.

Meanwhile Dolores was stripping for Dwight. Removing her shirt revealed a skimpy black, lacey bra with her huge boobs bulging out of the tops. Holding his gaze with her eyes, Dolores reached back behind her to unfasten the hooks of her bra. She did this slowly and deliberately as Victoria continue to suck his cock in long, slow up and down motions. The bra unhooked, Dolores let it rest on her boobs, the straps hanging down. On its own accord the bra fell away, revealing two round, full, beautiful breasts the size of small cantaloupes. Two hard pink nipples poked out from the large circles of her areolas. Laughing, she gave her boobs a little bounce, then shook them side to side like a burlesque stripper.

Dolores was magnificent, Victoria thought. Yes, she was heavy, but she carried herself like a queen with a sexy confidence that Victoria had never witnessed before. Yes, this is my body, her movements seemed to say, it is awesome and wonderful and beautiful and if you’re lucky you can look at it and maybe touch it. Dolores unhooked the button of her skirt and slid it over her round hips, revealing sheer black tights with no panties – her thick dark bush visible underneath. Turning around to show her butt, Dolores peeled the tights off, bending at the waist, and as she did so Victoria could see the outline of her pussy from the back… and she knew Dwight could too. In her mouth she felt his cock jump at the sight.

Completely naked now, Dolores climbed onto the bed and began licking Dwight’s balls as Victoria continued to suck his cock. But each time Victoria came up to the top of his dick, she had to glance at Dolores. She’d never seen anyone or anything like her. She was like some kind of fertility goddess. Her skin was smooth and where it brushed against Victoria, soft. Her big boobs were round and firm. Her ample hips and butt were firm too. More than anything, she seemed strong, yet the soft curves spoke of tenderness and nurture. Victoria had never felt physical attraction for a woman before but she was feeling something toward Dolores that she couldn’t explain to herself. She had no desire to touch her, at least that’s what her brain was saying. But she couldn’t take her eyes off her.

Dolores moved up and began kissing Dwight on the lips, hard and deep. Dwight let out a moan of pleasure from this, a moan different from the ones escaping him as Victoria went down on him. “Wow,” Victoria thought, feeling Dwight’s dick throb with a new urgency. “Her kisses must be dynamite.”

“I think you should climb up on that big cock and take a ride honey,” Dolores said to Victoria. “I think you’re going to like it. A lot.”

Victoria stood up and lifted her miniskirt up and over head. With no bra and no panties, she was stripped. She could tell she was wet but she checked anyway. Yes. Drenched. She had never been so wet. Dolores reached over and took the hand Victoria had checked her pussy with, bringing it to Dwight’s lips and thrusting Victoria’s slick fingers into his mouth. As he tasted her juices Victoria pushed her fingers deeper into his mouth, as he had pushed his dick into her mouth when she first blew him in the truck. He sucked her fingers, hard, tasting her, drinking the thick honey off her fingers.

Drawing her hand away, Victoria climbed onto his erect member, opening her pussy lips with her free hand, then slowly settling down onto it until she was resting on his tight balls. It felt so fucking good. She began to rise and fall on the dick, slowly, first all the way up until the head of his cock was almost out, then slowly back down, all the way, until she felt his pubic hair on the inside of her thighs. Her hips began to rock frontward and back at the same time her pussy lifted up and down. Almost a circular motion. Every time she came down she ground a little harder into the base of his cock, each time feeling a little more pressure on her clit – not enough to get off probably, but it felt tingly and warm to do it. She ground harder. She could feel his cock reaching up and into her, deeper and deeper with each of her bounces. He too was lifting his hips to thrust into her. She closed her eyes in ecstasy.

“My turn,” Dolores said, glancing back at Victoria with a smile. Victoria didn’t want to stop but climbed off, continuing to rub her clit vigorously. Dolores climbed onto Dwight’s cock, shoving it deep inside her pussy, and began to rock back and forth with a grind that pulled groans of pleasure from Dwight. Dolores was moaning too. “Dwight, I love your fucking cock! Give me your big cock, shove it up me baby! Shove it up me, fill me with your hot cum!”

Dolores’s tits were bouncing up and down as she rode Dwight’s cock. Victoria wanted to grab them but couldn’t bring herself to touch another woman. Then Dwight spoke up.

“Rub your tits together! I want to see those little titties up against those big titties!” he said, gaspingly. Dolores flashed a wicked grin to Victoria and stopped her humping to let Victoria climb onto Dwight’s chest, her butt to his face, and position her boobs up against Dolores’s. It felt so good. She could feel Dolores’s nipples poking into her breasts, and then she could feel bumping as Dwight began to thrust upward into Dolores’s pussy. She moved to the side a little so Dwight could see the spectacle. “Oh my god,” he moaned, staring at the four breasts, two small ones being pummeled by two massive ones.

Victoria felt an immense urge to take one of Dolores’s breasts in her mouth and suck her nipple. Instead she turned and leaned over and began French kissing Dwight harder than she’d ever kissed anyone. She pushed her tongue down his throat and twirled it around and around, fucking his mouth with it. She could tell he wanted to come up for air but she didn’t let him. He began to buck harder, almost as if he was in distress. Were they killing him? Victoria worried, and withdrew her lips from his. Just then he released a bellow from deep within his gut, louder than she’d ever heard anyone come before. “Awwwww fuck!” he yelled, then fell silent, panting. Dolores slowed her rocking down but continued to grind, as if she was milking the cum out of his dick with the muscles of her tight vagina. Which she was.

“Shit,” Dwight said. “Shit. Fuck. Shit.”

Dolores climbed off but his dick was still rock hard. It would not go down. Dolores sucked the last of his semen out then motioned for Victoria to get back on. As she did, Dolores lay down on the bed beside Dwight, on her back, and began rubbing her clit with her right hand. As Victoria watched, Dolores’s hand rubbed harder and harder, faster and faster, and Dolores began to breathe harder, her breath coming out in short, sharp pants. Dolores’s eyes were clinched shut, tightly, her big boobs undulating back and forth like waves on the ocean.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” Dolores moaned, then moaned over and over again, finally letting out a deepened scream even louder than Dwight’s ejaculation.

Victoria rolled off Dwight onto the other side of the bed, spreading her legs wide open. “Fuck me hard Dwight, fuck me, I want that dick inside me!” Victoria commanded. Dwight jumped up and plunged his cock deep into her pussy, then began to fuck her like a jackhammer. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” Victoria screamed, and felt something powerful building deep within her pussy.

Dwight raised up on his knees and lifted Victoria’s legs into the air, continuing to pound away. Victoria reached her right hand down and began to rub her clit while his dick thrust in and out. The warmth of pleasure between her legs was rising and growing stronger. “I’m coming! Fuck me fuck me fuck me, now,” she cried, arching her back, her mouth frozen in mid-sentence. Dwight stopped thrusting and firmly pushed his hard cock in as far as it would go. “Aw fuck!” she screamed, as her pussy muscles clenched around his dick at the same time her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs and her hands grabbed his butt cheeks. She felt a spasm wrack her loins and he gave three hard stabbing thrusts, holding the last one deep inside her.

She had never felt anything like it. Her body was wasted, limp, lifeless. Her pussy ached with wet, full, sticky pleasure. A deep sigh helped her catch her breath. In the quiet stillness she could feel her heart pounding, then only slowly subside back to something of a normal beat. But there was something else. Another stirring down below, hardly noticeable. But growing. Then, a little more. A small yearning deep within her pussy. She touched her clit and quivered, it was still sensitive. But then her fingers returned, gingerly, and began the up and down circuit again. Her fingers resumed their search, curling inward as they rubbed, as if summoning someone or something.

She opened her eyes. Dwight had nodded off and Dolores was smiling at her.

“Go for it, honey,” Dolores said. “You’ve got a lot of those that are overdue and need to come out.” And with that the goddess rolled over on her side and began to breathe the slow steady breath of sleep. Victoria turned off the bedside lamp but the rising sunlight coming through the blinds illuminated the stunning curve of Dolores’s soft shoulders, waist and hip. Between them lay a blissed out Dwight with his spent cock back to normal size, lying softly on his belly in a small pool of its own cum.

Victoria took all this in and, in a few minutes, with the help of the fingers of her right hand, found the release again, and then again, and then again, before drifting off to a dreamless slumber.

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I was waiting for Marg to get ready for our much-awaited date with our good friends Nels and Judy. When she did appear I almost choked on my wine. My wife is an attractive woman and I have always enjoyed seeing her prepare for a night out. But this was not the regular Marg.

She was wearing a short pull-on dress made of the flimsiest material imaginable. She was not wearing a bra but apparently was wearing a thong. High heels accentuated the image of a woman out to impress and attract. Marg is heavier and not as firm as she once was, but she is all woman and it showed in this dress. I pulled her close and slipped my hand up the back of her bare legs under the dress. I held her cheeks in my hands with my finger-tips meeting in the crack in her butt.

I said, “Damn baby, we are going out in public tonight are we not?”

She smiled, “Relax tiger, wait until you see Judy. We went shopping together today and helped each other prepare for our night?”

If things clicked as we all hoped they would this night, we would be enjoying the erotic delights of a partner not our own by sun-up next morning. We were excited and it became apparent later that our close friends had felt the same way.

We had met Nels and Judy several years prior during our annual winter vacation in Maui. They rented at the same time and in the same condo resort as we did each year. We gradually became close and intimate friends.

Our relationship began with occasional evenings out for dinner. We all enjoyed fine dining along with wine and dancing to soft romantic music. We visited each other’s condos for a drink or lunch or dinner. We enjoyed drives around the magical island, or went for snorkel cruises or golfed together.

A level of intimacy evolved between Judy and I and Marg and Nels. The hand touches lingered a little longer than necessary, bodies pressed a second when the other two were not looking, lips parted for short hello and goodbye kisses, my eyes wandered to her tits or hers to my crotch area, all indicating a desire for more.

When we danced her breast moved easily under my arm and my hands lingered and caressed just above her butt. I would press her close enough that she could feel my hard cock on her thigh or belly. She would move until her mound rubbed on it. We did not speak of these exchanges with each other or with our partners for some time.

It was obvious that my wife and Nels were developing a similar interest in each other. The kisses and touches were no longer restricted to those few moments alone. Our hello and goodbye kisses became more intimate each time we met or parted.

We began exchanging suggestive comments concerning trading partners for a night; but we always kept it light. The fires were lit and it was obvious to all of us that making it with the other’s mate filled our minds on a regular basis.

One late night and after a night out dining and dancing with Nels and Judy, I asked Marg if Nels had ever indicated that he wanted to make out with her. She whispered in my ear “Tonight when Nels and I were dancing he told me that he wanted to fuck me.”

I groaned as I sunk my cock deep into her and she clutched me tight and drove her writhing hips at me.

It was a jolt to hear it spoken, but on the other hand the only difference between Nels and I was that while I had the same objective with Judy I had not put it into words. I planned to change that situation and a few nights later and in the presence of my wife and Nels said to Judy, “You look great Judy, I would love to fuck you.”

The uneasy silence only lasted a few minutes and was followed by a little nervous laughter and then relaxation. I think that the elephant left the room for good.

We became more open about our thoughts. When we were out together, people who did not know us at all could not have identified which of us were husband and wife. I had always been able to sense a woman’s thoughts while dancing and reacted when it seemed positive. When Judy and I danced it was as close to fucking as dancing could be.

One evening in our condo, Nels and Marg were sitting very close on the sofa. Soft music flooded the room and they were oblivious to Judy and I. I followed Judy into the kitchenette; separated from the living room by a counter top. I moved Judy’s back against the counter top and pressed my body up close to hers and we kissed. I could see Nels and Marg over her shoulder.

Judy was wearing shorts and blouse. I slipped my hands up along her sides until the heels of my hands were rubbing the swell of her tits.

In a low voice she said, “Jim, be careful, they might see us.”

I said, “They could if they wanted but they are not looking at us.” With that, I slipped my hand between us and down to her pussy, pushing my fingers between her legs. Her tongue slid into my mouth in response. I unbuttoned her shorts and my fingers worked their way down inside her panties until I could feel her mound and bush. Judy’s lips parted wide and our tongues entangled sıhhiye escort for our first real hot kiss.

“I am so hard Judy; my cock is ready to explode. Let me push your panties down and slide my cock in along your slit.”

“Oh no, no, they are too close for that now. Just rub it on me.”

“Put your hand in my shorts and feel my cock.”

Our mouths were locked together as she unbuttoned the waist-band enough to slide her hand inside my shorts and boxers. Her hot hand grasped the shaft. The feel of a woman’s hand around my cock is one of the most beautiful feelings, and this feeling was even more intense given the woman and where we were standing.

My fingers caressed the length of her slit and her hand slowly stroked my cock. She traced her finger around the ridge of my knob. I glanced over her shoulder to catch Marg looking in our direction with blank hooded eyes as if she could not focus. Nels was bent over her and had one tit out of her bra as he licked and sucked at the nipple. She was rubbing his cock through his shorts.

I admit to trying to get alone to fuck Judy without the knowledge of our mates. She was more focused than I and determined that it would only happen when all four were a part of it. She was turned on by my desire for her and was always gentle and kind when refusing me, but she let me know that it was not a “go”. We were alone on one occasion in their condo and she jerked me off in the bathroom sink. We watched in the mirror as I erupted.

Her eyes were wild with excitement but when it was over she smiled at me, kissed me and said, “You will get it all one day soon.”

Marg kept me informed of her progress with Nels. It did not surprise me that he had also tried to fuck her when alone. But she also acknowledged that while she thought of little else but giving it up to him, she wanted it to happen together with me.

Each year the pressure mounted. Each winter we could hardly wait to get to Maui and meet them. One night after a little too much to drink we stripped and fucked our wives in our bedroom on separate beds. It was so fucking hot! I recall rolling off Marg and looking over just as Nels was pulling his cock out of Judy and wishing that it were I.

It was on that trip that we agreed that we had to swap partners if for no other reason than peace of mind. We also agreed we would not do it in Maui and decided to meet that summer on neutral ground. This would be the final checkpoint, a separation to cool off to be followed by meeting for the express purpose of fucking each other’s partners.

Before parting that winter we talked about how we would do it. One of the issues was whether we would do it all together or go to separate rooms. The ladies were all for orgy style in one room, while Nels and I were split on it. Really, I was ready either way but Nels wanted separate rooms. We settled the problem by agreeing to connecting rooms at the hotel that summer and to let happen whatever might happen.

And now the day had arrived. We had met each other earlier and were obviously still determined to live our fantasy. We knocked on the door between our rooms and walked in to see Nels and Judy smiling and waiting for us. Judy was as spectacular as was Marg in a similar short thin pull-on dress with hem just below her ass. The high heels assured that they would pass for mature hookers, exactly the image they wanted to exude.

But for this evening they looked perfect. Judy slid into my arms and we kissed and fondled while our partners did likewise. I had wondered if I would worry too much about how much pleasure Marg might have with Nels, but really, I was having too much fun myself.

We paired off with Judy on my arm as we left the room. She snuggled up against me with a breast rubbing my upper arm and her hips touching mine. We had selected this particular hotel because it had one of the better dining rooms in the city, and we wanted to start the date off with class. Our rooms would be close at hand if we decided to suddenly put the full plan into effect.

We were greeted by the Maitre d’ and directed to a secluded table looking out over the water. Judy and I sat on a love seat facing our mates and my eyes dropped immediately to her lap where the short skirt just barely covered her pussy. I resisted pushing it a little higher. Judy moved one soft warm hand to rest on the inside of my knee while her tit rubbed my upper arm. My cock stiffened and ached in anticipation of her touch.

Marg and Nels had moved very close with Nels arm up over her shoulders. They were facing each other and Marg’s tit was pressed against his chest. She kissed him just under the ear. The air was electric with erotic intentions.

We pulled back as the waiter approached and ordered a bottle of red wine, deferring the meal until later. We hoped the wine might relax us and we wanted to dance to a trio playing soft slow music. We toasted ourselves and to the pleasure the night tandoğan escort might bring to us.

Judy’s body flowed into mine on the floor, her breast under my arm, her hips tight to mine and her mouth in my neck. She had an erotic musky scent to her hair and body, enough to make me cringe with desire. She said, “Can feel it already. I have been dreaming about this night since we last met.” She arched her back forward to find my hard cock and rubbed her mound against it.

I murmured in her ear, “I want to do so much tonight, I don’t think I can eat, my cock is aching for your pussy. It is all I can think about.”

Back at the table we ordered our meal and relaxed with our surrogate partners. We were not concerned about our mates it was all about increasing the levels of desire between us. I pushed the hem of Judy’s skirt up to expose her pussy which was barely covered by the thong. She closed her eyes and pressed her head against mine and moaned, “Touch it, please, touch it.”

We were not visible from other tables so the only risk was the return of our waiter. My hot palm slipped up her inner thigh. The edge of my hand burned in anticipation of it rubbing against her slit. I caressed her cunt lips through the wet thong.

The ladies settled back and adjusted their hems as the waiter returned with our first course. I looked across at Marg, her face was all flushed and her eyes heavy with arousal. She smiled softly but I could tell that her mind was on Nels and the night ahead.

Judy and Marg excused themselves and left for the ladies room, leaving Nels and I at the table with our hard-ons. We chatted about sports a bit, totally ignoring the fact that we were on our way to fucking each other’s wife. It seemed so damn bizarre not to talk about it.

When the ladies returned Judy touched my hand and whispered, “Here take this, I have no where to put it.” I looked down to see her thong on the seat between us.

“God baby, what are you trying to do to me? I will be thinking about your bare pussy instead of the food.”

I heard Marg giggle from across the table as Nels struggled with the same problem as I. I balled the thong up in my hand and raised it to rub on my face before putting it in my pocket. “I’m keeping this as a reminder Judy.”

The memory of the rest of that dinner is a kaleidoscope of images. Our minds were totally on fucking and how we managed to get through the dinner remains a mystery to me. We dared not dance again as we might have been arrested for indecency. When we arose to leave, the ladies giggled about walking out without panties. The thought that other guests would think they were hookers about to get laid thrilled them.

We stopped outside our rooms for a moment and kissed our wives before entering separate doors. We could hear Nels and Marg enter and close their door through the open connecting door. But then, it was all about the two of us.

I was remarkably calm now. The pulsing need of all of these preliminaries faded somewhat with the realization that I was about to fuck Judy. Still standing we came together with a full tongue-twisting kiss, her body pasted against mine like paint. I slid my hand up under the back of her dress and clamped on to her ass cheeks, spreading and massaging them as I pulled her against my throbbing cock.

We stepped back from each other and I turned Judy to face a full-length mirror. I started to lift her dress up over her shoulders but she murmured “It goes down.”

I pulled the straps off of her shoulders and peeled it down over tits and ass and down to the floor. God she looked so desirable standing there naked in high heels. Her tits were smaller than Marg’s but no less gorgeous. She had trimmed her black bush into a tiny triangle pointing to the top of her slit. Standing behind her I cupped her tits in my hand and kissed her shoulders and neck and up behind her ear. Her eyes closed as she pressed back against my rock hard cock, rubbing her ass on it.

She turned and looking into my eyes proceeded to unbutton my shirt, then my belts buckle and pants, dropping them to the floor. I was almost hypnotized as I watched her in the mirror, bending and turning to undress me. She rubbed my cock before sliding her hand inside my shorts and standing to kiss me with lips open and tongue wandering inside and out of my lips. We tugged my shorts down and then our naked bodies clamped together once more in a frantic kiss.

I lifted her up until her tits were at my mouth and kissed licked and sucked her nipples like a starving man. I had planned to lick her pussy also but the need to fuck her suddenly took my mind and I carried her to the bed. As she worked her way to the pillow on her back I realized that she was still wearing her heels. Kneeling between her legs I pulled them off, my eyes fastened on her slit which spread open as I worked. She was clean shaven below the little triangle, her lips swollen already, moist and slippery tunalı escort looking.

Kneeling, I lay my cock along the slit the knob reaching just above her bush, and moved it back and forth feeling the wet lips rubbing the bottom of my cock.

She whispered, “Now, I want it now.” She reached down and pushed the knob downwards until it was rubbing in her cunt and then raised her hips. The knob popped inside.

I leaned down over her with my hands on each side of her head. Our eyes locked as I pressed my cock into her slowly. A few short strokes as I went deeper, feeling her adjust to me and then suddenly I was fully in her, my balls between her legs.

We pumped a few times until we felt a rhythm and then I lay down on her covering her fully with her knees clamping my thighs and we began to fuck in earnest.

“Oh fuck this is good, so good, the feel of your pussy around me, the feel of your tits crushed to my chest, I have needed this for years.”

“Don’t talk, just fuck me, keep going until you come, I want to feel you cream me, deep, deeper, fuck me, my pussy feels so squishy”

I do not even remember if we shouted or cried out, it is all lost in the pure pleasure and release of finally fucking after years of fantasy. After a few minutes I rolled off of her and we lay on our backs side by side. Her hand found mine and we allowed our breathing to resume normally. We became aware of the sounds from our mates in the next room.

“Ah fuck Marg, what a beautiful cunt to fuck, give it to me, give it to me.”

Judy said, “Nels is almost there, he sort of loses things just before he comes.”

Then some little squeals from Marg and I said, “There goes Marg, it sounds like they both made it.”

We laughed together, rolled to face each other and I said, “Let’s have a shower together. I have some other matters to bring up with you and we can start discussing them in the shower.”

Judy pressed her body against mine and said, “Let’s do it.”

I have always enjoyed a shower with a woman that is as interested in I as I in her. And Judy was no exception. She faced away from me as I soaped and caressed her. I felt her tits and crotch, down her legs and up her back and back to her tits. She reached around with soapy hands and found my cock, clasping it in two hands.

I turned her to face me and began to work my way down her body, kissing and licking my way between her tits, then sucking each nipple, down her belly to her bush. I knelt in front of her and lifted and spread one leg. The warm water cascaded over me as I forced my tongue in along her slit and sucked and licked.

She lifted me up and whispered “My turn.” Kneeling she slipped her lips over my raging hard cock. She bobbed her head back and forth, and I felt the cum-column working its way up from my knees. I lifted her and said, “Lets dry off and get back in bed, I need some pussy.”

We dried each other quickly, with now a little desperation starting to show in the both of us. We had missed a lot of the foreplay our first time around and our time in the shower had brought us back to a feverish state.

We were surprised when we returned to the main room. Nels was on his back and Marg was riding him on the sofa, her large tits flailing away as she raised and lowered herself on his rock hard cock.

We stood transfixed momentarily until I whispered “Want some of that Judy?”

“Yes-s-s-s-s-s,” she moaned.

I climbed on the bed and rolled to my back, my cock sticking straight up. Judy straddled me on her knees and allowed me to feel her pussy first, rubbing my fingers along each side of the slit, fondling her lips by rubbing them together, then sliding two fingers easily up her cunt and finger fucking her. She lifted up and moved over my cock and with a sigh settled right down on me until my cock was all the way in her and her cheeks resting on my thighs.

Marg and Nels had slowed their action when we arrived in the room. Marg was sitting almost straight up, her hands holding her tits, rubbing the nipples together. She had lifted up off Nels a bit and he was holding her hips and fucking her with little fast short jabs. Marg’s eyes were closed and gave no indication that she knew we were on the bed.

After a few moments of slow fucking, both couples began to go at it more diligently. First Marg and then Judy bent down over Nels and I, with their tits on our chests and began to fuck us as we held still and let them take charge. Marg and Nels started getting off first, but Judy and I, aroused by the sounds followed soon afterwards. It was silent except for the heavy breathing of both couples.

Judy kept moving her butt up and down, milking the last signs of hardness from my cock. I murmured, “Damn that feels good Judy.”

Judy said, “Yes, love to lick your cock clean.”

It all seemed so seamless from the time of our first meeting several years ago until then. Getting to know each other as a couple, enjoying the life on the island together to its fullest, a growing awareness that affection grew to desire between the opposite partners, and finally finding a way to live those desires out.

The above encounter happened this summer. We go back to Maui in March of next year. Will the magic be gone after living out all the dreams and fantasies? Or will we find a need to redo or relive it all.

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Maybe it’s a hold over from ten thousand years ago when animals gathered together as fall turned into winter. For what ever reason it has held that the fall is the start of the social season for the human species as well.

It was a ritual for me to step out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around my head. Kenny would be there naked on the bed with his strong hard cock in hand. He would say “Wilda you are so fucking sexy. I love to see you naked walking around with those gorgeous tits bouncing for my enjoyment. Why don’t you come over here lay down, spread your legs and let me lick that sweet clean pussy.”

I laughed and asked “Why do you always take things into your own hands? It is always hard before I get a chance to play with it. You know I love to suck your cock when it is soft and feel it grow in my mouth.” Then I would go over to the bed and bent over taking his cock in my mouth. I love to suck cock. For the last two weeks I have only sucked Kenny’s cock. I had not seen nor been with Don since the night I had my first threesome with these two guys.

When Kenny reached for my wet pussy I straighten up moving closer to the bed. Kenny has magic fingers and quickly wiggled two fingers into my pussy. I told him to slide over to the middle of the bed. He did and I moved up and over him with my head between his legs and my pussy positioned over his face. I loved to sixty-nine and feel his tongue lick my cunt as I lowered my mouth down over his cock. I can not speak for all women but there is something special about feeling a man’s cock all hard and pungent filling my mouth. I have been called a “Cock-sucker” and I like the sound of it.
I am a lover of cocks and an expert cock-sucker and I love the feeling and dominance it gives me over men. When you hold his cock between your teeth you have him and his world solidly in your grip.

But when Kenny licks my pussy and wiggles two fingers into my ass then everything is reversed. I loose it and he becomes king and I servant. I become his slave for however long he deems it. I will submit to his will and demands what ever they are.

A few minutes later I tasted sweet warm sperm spurt into my mouth and it sent a shower of emotions through me to my pussy which responded by giving Kenny the rewards he so justly deserved. He came and I sucked him clean, I came and he licked my pussy until I screamed and rolled free of him. My towel had come off my head as I panted next to my lover.

I was in front of my dresser looking for a clean bra and panties when Kenny said “Wilda my love we have been invited to a party next Friday.”

“Oh, where? ” I asked feeling excited that we might be going out.

There is going to be a private party in the Penworth’s house next Friday night and I was asked to come and bring my lady as my guest. But since my regular cock-sucker was not available I thought I would bring you instead.”

I tossed my wet towel at him and he laughed. “Is it formal?” I asked as I hooked my bra and pulled my panties up.

“No, nothing like that. Just casual and sexy.” Kenny said with a hint of something special in his suggestive tone.

“What, what is going on?” I asked excitedly. “What is it you fucker? You tell me what it is all about.” I was smiling and eager to hear his answer.
Kenny sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at me and said “Wilda we have been invited to a real swinging party. There will be as many at ten couples there. Mostly married but there will be a few couples like us that are together but still single. I also believe there might be a single or two that will be; shell we say freelancing.”

“What do you mean? Freelancing; is that like one or two guys that just go around fucking any one that is not other wise engaged?” I had never heard of such a thing but it intrigued me to no end. How this many swingers would collectively fuck and suck in the open and how they would pick a partner or partners in the case of a threesome or more-some I had no idea.

I had of course knew what swinging was all about even if I had never been in to it myself unless you call the threesome kızılay escort with Don and Kenny swinging. It sounded like this might be a real fun weekend. I all of a sudden was looking forward to Friday night…

II

It was the third Friday night in September and it was hot, muggy and soon to be one very exciting night in my life. My first swinging party. I looked forward to seeing swarms of lathered up bodies all sweaty doing all kind of things to one another. I am a bit of a voyeur and to watch really turns me on. I get to see cocks of all kinds, all sizes and shapes. This alone was reason to go. Kenny was ready and so was I.

Don’t ask me where Kenny got my outfit but it was special made and if I must say so myself I looked sensational. My blonde hair was pulled back and held in place with a clam shell comb made of real silver. But if you looked real close you could see the part of the comb that you squeeze to pull it apart was shaped like two silver cocks. My blouse was dark blue and very loose and very long it reached down to below my waist.
I wore a pair of crazy mixed up sailor pants. You know the old kind with the thirteen buttons all around a flap in front. But this pair of pants was cut off about four inches below my crotch and this thing had a flap in back as well as in front.

My forty double D’s were held in place with a push up bra and I filled up the loose silk blouse. My legs are still pretty good and in good shape. So off we went.

We parked in the rear off an alley and entered through a gate that lead straight to the pool area. There were five couples already there and two of the five couples were in the pool. One very attractive slim lady was nude and floating on her back tits and nipples were stiff and pointing straight up at the nearly full moon. The lights were low but it was still very easy to see. Kenny lead the way passed the pool and up to our host on the patio near a pair of French doors that were open.

I was introduced to a Mr. Fred Allen a local trucking magnet. He freely pointed out that the nude in the pool was his wife. Fred complimented me on my outfit and I noticed his only apparel was a very thin pair of black silk pants. The out line of an erection was noticeable and I noticed.

Mr. Allen moved off and we entered the dinning room where there was a bar set up with every kind of liquor and whiskey. Kenny fixed me a drink and for the next few minutes we stood in the shadows observing this bunch.

A tall heavy set man dropped his clothing and strode naked around this end of the pool and walked down the curved steps into the water. He was hung well and I got a great view of my first cock of the evening and it was a handsome one. His cock swung nicely from side to side as she walked proudly around where I stood.

Linda; Mr. Allen’s wife swam over to be there waiting for the man as he came knee deep in the pool.
His back was to me when he stopped. I then saw two hands come around back to grip the powerful cheeks of his ass. I could only guess what “Dear Mrs. Allen was doing” there in front of all the guests.

This must have been some kind of signal for the festivities to begin. It seemed like everyone started dropping there clothing in place all at once. I was still looking and enjoying the sights when I felt hands start to unbutton the flap in the rear of my sailor outfit. Kenny was about six feet away removing his pants. The cool night air flooded my bare cheeks and the two hands were now reaching up and around me cupping my tits.

I turned to see Mr. Fred Allen smiling at me over my right shoulder. “Nice tits Wilda, I must see these beauties.” He said as he squeezed them. I also felt a stiff pointed cock slip between the cheeks of my ass. Mr. Allen had found my ass and was showing off his manhood for me.

My blouse was soon open and sliding down my arms. Kenny was now naked and helping. Kenny unbuttoned the flap in front. It was not long before I felt two strong cock bump heads between my legs. Both cock were rubbing along my pussy and my maltepe escort pussy was very wet indeed. It was exciting for me to think of two cocks rubbing each other as they rubbed along my pussy.

Kenny moved some how and his cock head was slipping into my cunt. At the same time Fred pulled back just an inch or so, so his cock was now pressing into my tender tight ass hole. Kenny worked deeper into me as did Fred into my ass.

I had heard of this thing called a “Sandwich” and all of a sudden I was learning how wild and exciting it could feel. We three slowly lowered to the floor with me on top of Kenny and Fred behind on his knees. God this was so wild I started to cry out that I was cumming.
But I could not tell if it was the cock in my cunt shooting rapturous amounts of sperm in my cunt that had stimulated me to a climax or the wonderful cock that was fucking my ass. As I felt a steady stream of warm sperm filling my ass I thought “My mouth is still available.”

I staggered to the nearest bathroom and clean up the best I could. As my legs found strength I walked out and back down the hall toward the room with a view of the pool area. I guessed that many of the guests had moved up stairs to the many bedrooms that awaited them.

Linda Allen was now out of the pool and walking toward me smiling. “Hi, Linda Allen.” She extended her hand and did I.

“Wilda Raven I am Kenny’s date.” I said. Linda did not free my hand but held on and moved very close.

“Oh, yes Wilda, I saw you entertaining my husband and Kenny a few minutes ago. Did you enjoy that double duo of manhood? My husband gets so excited when he can get a real piece of ass. One might say we are now sisters of the same (Manhood). “Then she laughed. I laughed and all of a sudden we were like sisters of sorts.

Linda took me by the hand and walked me down a long hall and into the kitchen. There she poured me a glass of wine and we sat like two nudes statues smiling and talking about men in general.

“I like Kenny.” She said. “I fine him to be a kind of wild sprit. As if he were still living in the Roman Spa days where every one fucked every one else. But I must say I enjoy threesomes with Kenny and my husband better than any other I have ever been into.” I started to like Linda and I hoped she felt the same. I took time to look her over and liked what I saw very much. I had never tried this woman to woman thing but what the hell. Licking a pussy might be fun. After all I loved to have my cunt licked. So why not share the pleasure.
Linda must have read my blonde Polish head because she said “Come-on; bring your drink and lets see what kind of mischief we can get into.”

At the first door at the head of the stairs Linda nudged open the door so we could see the bed. There were two couples on the bed. I was taken back a bit. As I have told you I like to watch but I was not prepared for this. There on the bed was a woman on her back with her legs spread wide and held up in the air. A second woman was licking her pussy on all fours with a man behind her with his cock pumping her pussy. But the shocker for me was that a second man was behind the first with a cock up the first guy’s ass. Now I readily admit that I do enjoy anal sex and I think that there is something very erotic about feeling a stiff cocking my ass. But I just never thought that maybe guys would also enjoy a cock up there ass. I closed the door and we moved down the hall.

Linda turned just passed the next door with out stopping or looking in. There was the master bedroom straight ahead. She entered and we stood at the foot of the bed and looked at my date and my dear old friend Don screwing two young girls doggie style. I guess these were the freelancers. Any way seeing my two lovers in action was sexy as hell.

I all of a sudden wanted to be the one between them. But I was held back by Linda’s arm on my shoulder. She lead me to a small love seat by the fire place and we sat down. I was still thrilled and highly excited by watching my two lovers screwing these younger girls mamak escort when Linda turned my face toward her and kissed me full on the mouth.

I had never been kissed by a woman but I did not even think of it as I returned her kiss. I let her tongues enter my mouth and I sucked on it as I would a wonton cock. I reached up and took her breast in my widely excited fingers and twisted her nipples as I like to have my nipples twisted. Linda moaned and I twisted harder. I liked this lady and wanted to show her that I did.
We kissed and tried our best to get our very souls into one another mouths. All of a sudden Linda moved away and quickly slipped off the lover seat. I widened my legs as I saw her moved her beautiful head between my legs. Now you all know by now how much I love to have my pussy licked. Well let me tell you I was not prepared for the excitement, the thrill and emotional high I was about to receive from this female. I do love the male and his tongue but there was something so very special and erotic let alone the taboo of lesbian sex. But here I was reacting to her every lick as I had the very first time I had my pussy licked. When I screamed a few minutes later I think both men stopped fucking and watched us or more rightly me as I screamed, wiggled and gyrated wildly and fell clean off the love seat.

I ended up on the floor with one leg still up over the love seat and the other held straight pointing at the ceiling fan. Linda had only lost her hold on my inner thighs for a second before her mouth returned to my shivering cunt. I more than climaxed I shot my very soul out of my body. I pissed, or rather expelled from my body a river like flow of fluid like no one in history. I flooded Linda’s mouth so much it ran out around the lips. She fastened her mouth to my spurting cunt and tried to drink my honey of he god’s fluid. But she failed and it ran all over every thing.

I felt my ass lift up off the floor as there was a change of the guard so to speak. All at once someone else had there mouth on my pussy. The sucking on my cunt was tremendous and I felt a finger being rammed up my ass so hard I felt another load of ‘Honey” discharge from me. I heard my cries died out and then everything became silent as I moved into this inner space where I reached a peace unknown to me before.

My world was so peaceful I was sure I had died and moved on to some small part of heaven. I could not see the light at the end of the tunnel. I could only feel the clam and peace within me. I floated and felt no presser on any part of my body. I was in heaven.
How long it was before I moved back into the land of the living I don’t know. But I began to feel my body again. My arms moved and I touched myself and came to realized I was not dead but awake and happy to be so. It took a long time to get my eyes open but when I did I saw it was in a sunny room and Kenny was asleep in a chair next to me. He was covered by a sheet looking very peaceful.

There was little conversation as Kenny drove me home. He kissed me and went his own way. I was still in a state of “Fuzz” as I made a pot of coffee.

My brain would not let me collect my thoughts and relive the events of last night. But my body was telling me I had a good time. My nerves told me I had entered a whole new world. I had added a new way of having pleasure to my game. Cup of coffee in hand I slipped into a hot tub of steam water.

It was afternoon when I noticed the note on the hall table. It was left by Kenny. It said he was going to be out of town for a few days on hotel business. There was a phone number at the bottom. No name or anything just a number.

I was feeling better after my second drink at the Hotel Stark lounge. Tony the black bartender sat a third drink by my second. I looked up and he nodded toward a tall handsome man at the other end of the bar. I was looking into bright blue eyes and broad smile. Our eyes met and for one short second we had a meeting of minds. I lowered my eyes back to my drink and waited for the man to close the distance between us.

I knew I was going to get fucked, I knew I was about to suck a total strangers cock and willingly do what ever he wanted for most of the night. Before I smiled up at the man that was now sitting next to me I thought Wilda you need help a great deal of help. So I made a mental note to call a head doctor tomorrow but not to night as I had other things to do.

Love you all; Wilda.

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He’s looking forward to getting home, and he’s bringing home a surprise for his me. He’s hoping that I will enjoy the surprise. When he gets to the house, it seems, as if no one is home, there are no lights on that he can see. He enters the house and hangs up his coat and comes into the living room and stops dead in his tracks, unable to believe what his eyes are seeing. There I am lying on the couch wearing the sexist outfit he has ever seen on me. It’s purple, the skirt barely covers my butt, there is no material covering my tits, he notices it’s because the outfit is meant to hold them up and draw attention to them, not cover them. For a moment he forgets everything just looking at me. He finally realizes that I’m asleep, at first he doesn’t want to wake me up, but then he takes another look at what I’m wearing and remembers his surprise for me. So he decides to wake me after all. He doesn’t shake me or call my name though, he kneels on the floor beside me, and his eyes are drawn to my tits. His hands itch to touch them, but before he lets his hands touch them, he lowers his mouth, and takes a nipple into his mouth, closing his lips around it. Almost instantly it hardens, I moan in my sleep. This gets to him and he sucks harder, not wanting to wait for me to wake.

I wake instantly I moan again and push my tits up at him asking for more. He chuckles and stands up, and tells me he has a surprise for me. I smile up at him and ask what it is. He shakes his head and tells me to close my eyes and wait. I hear him going to the door and opening it. I hear him coming back into the living room; he tells me I can open my eyes now. I do and just about fall off the couch, it turns out my surprise is a guy. I immediately grab a blanket and try to cover myself as well as giving my boyfriend a very dirty look. He tells me to relax, that Brian would probably enjoy looking at me. Then he gives me a smile and tells me that they would like to have me suck their cocks. I look at Brian to see what his reaction is, and I notice that his cock is already hard. A huge smile breaks over my face; I get rid of the blanket, and proudly show my tits to Brian. I look up at my boyfriend and tell him to come here, and I tell Brian to have a seat until his turn, I wait until he’s almost sitting, then I tell him or he can come over here and fuck me while I suck my boyfriends ofise gelen escort cock. He practically jumps from the chair he was about to sit in. He takes his clothes off as he comes towards me, the whole time I’ve been busy taking my boyfriends pants off.

When Brian reaches me I get up and get him to sit on the couch, slowly I sit on his cock, sighing when I have it all inside me. As I take my boyfriends cock fully into my mouth he thrusts hard as he can, I would have screamed had I been able to, so strong was his thrust. He keeps his hands on my thighs to keep me from going anywhere. He starts fucking my pussy for all he’s worth. The whole time I’m sucking my boyfriend’s cock, letting Brian do most of the work for me. Finally they both cum, Brian first, then my boyfriend. The guys both take a moment to get their second wind.

I ask if they are going to switch places, Brian speaks up and says that he would really like to feel my lips wrapped around his cock. My boyfriend looks at Brian and tells him it’s better if he stays sitting, I chuckle, as Brian asks why. He laughs and tells him that his knees may not want to hold him up once I get started. He chuckles and agrees to stay sitting; I get down and kneel in front of him. Slowly I lick all my juices off his cock, and then as I take Brian’s cock into my mouth my boyfriend slides his cock into my ass. He can tell from my reaction that I was not expecting this, he can also tell that I’m not minding in the least. He gives me a moment to adjust then he sets a steady pace. As my boyfriend notices my moans and groans getting more intense he fucks my ass harder and deeper. I give up even trying to control the pace of my sucking on Brian’s cock and just let my boyfriend force it in and out of my mouth breathing when I can.

I hear Brian tell my boyfriend to fuck me harder, I groan even louder hearing this. My boyfriend chuckles, and says that he knows that I’m enjoying every thrust. I moan my agreement. He fucks my ass harder than ever, he can feel my body getting ready to cum. He thrust one final time, hard and deep, lifting me off my knees a little. He takes my hand and pulls me up, he looks down at me and tells me he wants me over the arm of the couch, and that I still have to suck Brian’s cock. If I stop sucking, otele gelen escort he stops fucking. The deeper I take Brian’s cock the deeper he’ll fuck me. Brian kneels on the couch making sure I can reach his cock, just before I take his cock into my mouth, I turn and look at my boyfriend. With a twinkle in my eye I tell him that once he starts fucking me I won’t have to do anything, except keep my mouth open. He get a serious look on his face and says that he forgot to tell me one thing, I’m not suppose to say a word, just obey. I start to laugh but it’s cut off abruptly when I feel the sting of his hand across my ass.

Properly chastised, I take Brian’s cock into my mouth, slowly at first making him anticipate what’s to come. Once I have it all in my mouth I really start sucking on it. So that it almost seems as if he’s fucking my mouth, but I’m doing all the work. My boyfriend places his cock at the entrance to my pussy, noting how hot and wet it is, knowing that I’m just waiting for him to shove it in, he decides to see how long it takes for me to start squirming. He kneels there with the head barely inside; before I get a chance to really start squirming Brian pushes so forcefully against me that I’m forced back against my boyfriend, which pushes his hard cock into my pussy. Now that he’s inside me he can no longer hold back. He starts pumping, getting into such a rhythm that I’m bouncing back and forth between the two of them. They keep going until my legs give out under me.

My boyfriend tells me he wants to go upstairs where it’s more comfortable to do what he wants next. So we all go upstairs, when we get to the bedroom I give my boyfriend a look that let’s him know I’m waiting to hear what is expected of me. He tells me that first I have to get both of them ready again, and that I have to suck on both of them at the same time, so that you’ll both be ready to fuck me silly. I sit on the edge of the bed and bring them closer to me so I can reach them both. I go back and forth between them making their cocks very hard. He takes a step back and says that’s enough, that he’s more than ready to go. He lies down on the bed and tells me to straddle him, I do and before he can suggest to Brian that he fuck my ass, he’s already there getting ready to fuck my ass. sincan escort They both slide into me at the same time, the feeling of having both enter me at the same time does incredible things to me, making me whimper and squirm. They can feel my whole body quivering from the sensations, my boyfriend reaches up and grabs my tits playing roughly with them. Pinching and squeezing the nipples making me groan in ecstasy. The guys settle into a rhythm and once they get going they pump harder and harder, finally making me cry out when I cum. I collapse on my boyfriend needing to get my breath back.

When I have regained my composure, he tells me he wants to fuck me standing up. He asks Brian to stand behind me and pick me up with his hands under my thighs, he does this but before he settles me against his chest he puts his cock back in my ass. He slides his cock into my pussy, pushing it all the way in one thrust. Forcing Brian’s cock even deeper in my ass. It only takes a few thrusts before I’m cuming again and again. I finally pass out from so much pleasure, but the guys aren’t done with me yet. They wait patiently for me to come around. When I finally open my eyes, my boyfriend looks down at me and tells me I’ve still got lots more coming that I haven’t been properly fucked yet. Just hearing that makes me moan, I ask him what are going to do to me now. He tell me that first he’s going to lick my pussy and make it very wet and hot, then he’s going to fuck me with a dildo while I suck on Brian’s cock again.

He spreads my legs as wide as he can Brian sits beside me so that I can reach his cock, and he can reach my tits. My boyfriend starts licking my pussy making it very wet, meanwhile Brian is playing with my tits, squeezing, pinching and generally making the nipples very hard, while I’m making his cock hard. After what seems an eternity my boyfriend decides that it’s time to start using the dildo. He shoves it in, pushing as hard and deep as he can. He pulls it out only to thrust it back in. My boyfriend does this over and over again, until I just can’t take anymore. He tells me that before we’re done he wants to fuck my tits and cum all over them while Brian fucks me doggie style. We all get into position, he wraps my tits around his cock while Brian slides his cock inside my pussy. He lets Brian’s motions do all the work, when he finally reaches the point of being ready to cum he signals Brian. They both get up and cum all over my tits and face. I then bring my tits to my mouth and lick all the cum I can off of them. I hear both of them groan at the sight. They tell me that they now want more, much more. I tell them that the only way they guys are getting anymore is if we do it another day.

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As soon as the elevator doors closed I pulled you to me. You loved it whenever I pulled you that way, when I demanded of you. I stopped just before our lips met so I could smell your breath and hear it. I wanted to hear that desire you always have hidden just under your skin.

That’s why I touch you. That’s why I was holding your arms after I pulled you to me, to let you know I would not let you get away until you satisfied me, until you let that desire come through the skin. And then I kissed you, first with the lips, then with the tongue, then with everything I had ever wanted.

I always loved kissing you, no matter how I did it. I could be sweet, drunk, lustful, playful, or dominating, and it wouldn’t matter. Your lips have always been ready, parted and painted enough so I could smear the lipstick all over you. And the tongue. That angel of desire with a devilish grin, always playing the coy one, but not being able to hold back for long. It was your tongue that showed me how weak you were, how you couldn’t resist whatever I wanted from you. It was your tongue that I loved more than any other part of your body, apart from you.

As our lips parted I could feel you rest against me, with your eyes closed, taking the moment to savor the sweetness that I left inside you. I could loosen my grip now. I could even let go of you knowing that you couldn’t move, couldn’t get away, that you wouldn’t want to. You were frozen, incapacitated by knowing that I loved you. And then I kissed you again. This time deeper, sweeter, so I could reach inside you and find that part of you, the part that would overwhelm you here.

I wanted you to beg me to fuck you right there, right in that elevator, with the buttons and the bad carpet and the mirrors on the ceiling, the elevator that moved just slow enough that I could come inside you, and fast enough that we might get caught. And when you reached your hands behind my neck, to hold me to you, so that they could wrap themselves around me, I knew you were mine now. I knew you would do it. And so would I. I backed up against the wall and pulled you with me, not losing my grip on your libido for even a moment. It was going to happen, come hell or high water, and we were ready for it.

And then the doors opened.

You couldn’t see her, but I could. She was tall, with long, blonde hair, and a suit and a briefcase and sunglasses, sunglasses that covered her eyes, eyes that would be beautiful, no doubt. And I looked at her, I looked at her with eyes that said I’m not stopping and neither is she. It was her choice. She could run, or hide, or hit me, or mutter, or turn away, or stay.

She could stay because I knew you would want that. You couldn’t see her. I wouldn’t let you. I kept kissing you, holding you, feeling you rub your sex against the bulge in my pants. But you would want her to stay. You’d want her to watch me fuck you, to look at your body, to study the way your hands tried to crush me. You’d want her to watch your face as you came and say, “What a beautiful thing.”

And she did. As I watched her, as I looked at her, as she heard my eyes say it, she stepped in, walked to the back, and turned to face the closing doors. She was next to me. Not in the other corner, not as far away as she could get, but not so close as to penetrate that sphere of sex that surrounded us. She wanted front-row seats, and she got them.

I could smell her. Poison it was. And that made sense. She was exotically beautiful, the type whom it might appear this happened to all the time. Her smell was the scent of sex, of the promise of sex, of the mix of sweat and perfume and the wetness that I knew was dripping out from between your lips already.

I knew you could smell it too, but still I wouldn’t let you see her. I wanted you to wonder. I wanted you to wonder what she looked like, whether she was beautiful or ugly, real or imagined or fake. I wanted that to drive you deeper, make your pussy ache for me to penetrate you.

She stood there, motionless, upright, like a statue. I couldn’t hear her breathing over yours. I couldn’t tell if she was turned on, curious or just there because she didn’t mind. But I wanted to find out. I wanted to know why she didn’t turn away, why she didn’t feel awkward here, why she felt that this was acceptable behavior for a woman in a suit with long hair and sunglasses.

I wanted to know if she would go home afterward, rip off her clothes and make herself come thinking of this, or if she had a man to go home to, someone who would fuck her while she imagined it was me, in this elevator, on the seventh floor. I wanted to know who she was, the way I knew you.

So I turned you. You could tell. You could tell what I wanted and what I was going to do to you while she watched. You tried to turn toward her first. You wanted to see her, you couldn’t stand not knowing who she was, who this woman with the smell of sex was that wanted to see you. But still I wouldn’t let you. I turned you the other way, away from her, away gaziosmanpaşa escort from knowing her the way I did, because I knew it would make you want this more.

You didn’t try again to look at her. Even when you could have glanced over, when I was slowly pulling your underwear down so that I could enter you, you didn’t look. You kept your eyes closed. And for that, I would promise you something, anything, anything you wanted whenever you wanted it.

I kissed you again. I kissed you on the back of the neck, as I ran my hand through your hair. I knew you liked that, that I would touch you softly in the same places I would ravage you when you were coming, where I would leave marks on your body after pulling and biting you to the point just short of drawing blood. And it made you say it. It made you whisper the words you can’t stop when you know there’s no return, the words that you would scream over and over again as your come was finally released and flooded around my sex.

“Oh, god…”

She was there. For the first time, since she walked in and stood in that place, she was there. When she heard you, something appeared inside her, something that I hadn’t noticed before. I couldn’t quite see it, and I wouldn’t know what it was until it became something else, but I knew it was there. She took a deeper breath, the type you take when you’re on the edge of something dangerous, full of the trepidation of losing control, of being judged and humiliated and turned away.

She had to shift her body. The way she was standing wasn’t right. It wasn’t the way she should watch me fuck you. I had my face buried in your neck but I could feel her. She moved, slowly, quietly. She didn’t want to disturb us, to take the slightest risk that she would stop what was happening. She didn’t want to slow the feeling that was building inside you, that would take you over, the one that made you speak. But she wanted to feel it too, she wanted to feel it when you did, to come when you did, to let the same words escape from her mouth, at the same time, to be inseparable from you.

I could feel her rest quietly against the wall, that same wall that held me against you as I kissed you and slipped my hands under your blouse. She opened up. Her jacket, her legs, her eyes opened up all at once. I could feel her resting, relaxing herself, getting comfortable in that place so she could watch us without ever having to move again. But there was still something not right.

It was her hands. Her hands were clutching her leather briefcase. They held it between her legs, in front of her sex, both of them, quietly, as if they were not at all a part of this. I expected that as she settled into that place, one of her hands would be released of its duty, that it would ease its way slowly between her legs, under her skirt, so she could touch herself, feel her own wetness, perhaps dip a finger into her pool, imagining it was me. But she did not, nor did she look at us.

She didn’t want to know the details, to watch you, or catch a glimpse of my cock as it withdrew from you and then thrusted itself deep again. She just wanted to know we were there, to hear us, to smell your sweat and your sex as it surrounded mine, and to smell her own scent too. Even as I started lifting the back of your skirt, to expose the part of you that would be spread apart and violated, she didn’t look.

But I did. I held you still. I looked down at you, at the white curves that I had drawn my lips over time and time again, the ones that I often spread so I could lick you there. I wanted to remember what it looked like when my cock was erect and just entering you, how it would withdraw soaked in your desire. I almost wanted to stop, just so I could be in that moment. But there were other things to do now.

I unbuttoned my pants, and you heard it. I knew you could hear it, because it moved your body. It made you straighten and take a deep breath, because you knew that soon I would part your lips and you would not be able to avoid speaking again. I fished my hand inside and pulled myself out into the cool air, the air that was different from that muffled, wet place it had been imprisoned and tortured.

It was free, and as it came out, a drop of my come fell from the tip and hit the floor. I wanted you to see this. I wanted you to see what was coming for you, what was about to be yours, what was always yours. But you didn’t. You still kept your eyes closed, like the good little girl that you are. You kept them closed so you wouldn’t be tempted to look for the woman rested against the wall, so that you wouldn’t ask her to look at you.

And as I had done before, I told you. I told you it was time for you to be fucked, time for you to release it all so I could hold you again. I didn’t tell you so she could hear it. I didn’t want her to be prepared. I wanted it to take her by surprise, to throw her off balance, to throw her down on the floor in the corner, so she gölbaşı escort could finally spread her legs and fuck herself while I fucked you. I didn’t say it, I tightened my grip on your hair and pulled you back to me. And you knew.

You knew just before I reached around to you, before I reached my fingers through your hair to find that pearl so that I could stroke it, so that I could rub it, and slide past it to get it wet enough. And the moment had come, the moment when you would speak again.

I pushed my way past you, inside you, deep. I went deeper than I ever had before. I could feel myself inside you. I could feel my cock pushing against your skin, as if it was trying to break through, to escape, only so it could discover that there’s no life on the outside worth living and to then return.

Your breathing was now betraying you, telling me that I was now in control of everything you want. It was begging me, begging me to finish you, to finish off everything. You couldn’t stop saying things. You had to speak, you had to ask and to tell me how much you wanted my come to drip out from between your lips, so you could dip your finger inside yourself and taste it. You had to speak or you would cry.

And for the first time, since the doors closed on the seventh floor, I could hear her. She spoke too, but it wasn’t a word. It was a sound, a sigh, a complement to you. It said that in all the times she had been in love, sweet, dirty, reviled, and fucked senseless, she had never heard anyone as beautiful as you.

And that made me even harder. It made my sex hurt to the point of numbness, as it pounded against you inside, as I grabbed your hip, pulled you closer and pushed you away. It made me hard to the point where I could fuck you both at the same time. But that was the least of it, that was the least of the most unbelievable things that were to happen that night.

She looked at you when she said it, as her breathing became heavier, as I pulled you against me. She finally looked at you, betrayed her lust, admitted that when the doors opened, and she saw me, she didn’t hesitate for a second, even inside. If she had been with her husband, or a lover, she would have pushed him away, run inside and closed the doors so she could be here.

For the first time since I had dropped your underwear to the floor, and kissed you and pulled your hair and penetrated you, I looked at her. And in that brief moment before I closed my eyes, her lips parted. I could see them in the darkness, as I slid in and out of you, as I smelled you getting hot and sweaty. Her lips parted but no sound came out. They parted so she could breathe more deeply, so she could fill her chest more and feel her nipples slide against the silk that wrapped them and kept them sacred.

I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to kiss her lips while you came, so you could scream without obstruction and I could feel the sweetness of kissing you. And then it happened.

I could hear her moving again. But like you, I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want to know what she was doing. I didn’t want to know if she was going to lift up her skirt and reveal herself so she could stroke her clit. I just gripped you tighter, held on to you as if I would fall to my death if I let go. I didn’t want to know anything but you, and wild bucking of your body as you came.

But she kept moving, and I couldn’t ignore it. I couldn’t ignore the space between us that was getting smaller, and closer, the space that kept her scent from trying to pull you off me so she could face me and ask me to fuck her instead. And I didn’t know if I could stop her from loosening my grip, so that she could take me away from you and leave you suspended, as if both heaven and hell had rejected your entry.

I still wouldn’t open my eyes, but I wondered if you had. I wondered if while the orgasm that was building up inside you, while you felt the space closing, that you would look at her, that you would finally see her, and take that away from me. And still, I don’t know, because I have never asked you. I don’t want to know. I want it to be something that I’ll never know, something that’s yours, and yours alone.

And then she kissed you.

I didn’t see it, but I could feel it. I could feel a new body invading you, taking you, rising you up between us. I felt like you were going to explode, as if when the doors finally opened and someone looked in, all they would see were the walls dripping with sex.

But you didn’t let go at that moment. You didn’t because I released you. I still held you, but loosened my grip, so you could break away from me and take her, and push her against the wall, and stick your tongue deep inside her mouth and fuck her with it, if that’s what you had wanted. But I still held you as I opened my eyes. It was as if I was waking up from one dream into another. I felt lightheaded, dazed, almost dead.

I saw her eyes now, closed, beautiful, lost in kissing you. And keçiören escort now, for the first time, I saw what she wanted. It wasn’t the smell or the sex or the sound, or to see my cock bury itself deep inside you. It was you that she wanted. She wanted to kiss that woman whose face she couldn’t see, who let herself be violated in a place where others could see her. She wanted to be as dirty as you, to taste you when you were being as dirty as she had always wanted to be.

She was touching you, and I don’t know for how long. I don’t know whether the kiss came first, or whether at first she slid her hands under your blouse so you could know what was coming. But I could see them, under there, where my hands used to be, caressing your breasts and catching the nipples with a squeeze that would make you wince and open your mouth wider for her.

Still she kissed you, like she was never going to stop. And you kissed her back. I moved my head so I could watch you kissing her, so I could see your lips part and your tongue slide around inside her, so I could suck on your earlobe and make believe it was your clit that was about to come for me. And when she pulled away, when she finally opened her eyes, you cried out in a whisper.

I had stopped moving so she could take you away from me, so you could take her and disappear and leave me forever wondering how many times she had made you come. But you stayed. You kept your lips tight and moved slowly, rising and falling, keeping me hard inside you but keeping yourself from letting go, trying to make this moment last as long as it could.

I couldn’t get enough of you. I wanted to be her as well. I wanted to start moving again, start thrusting hard against you. I wanted to make you come while her hands were on your breasts, while she watched you, close to you, taunted you by calling you a whore. But I didn’t, I couldn’t.

If I did, if I had started moving you, you wouldn’t have felt her drop to her knees, her hands slowly sliding from your breasts, across your stomach and settling on your legs, your long, beautiful white legs. You wouldn’t have felt her nails dig softly into you, at that moment just before her tongue slid between your lips and tasted you for the first time.

I wanted that for you. I wanted you to feel everything, her hands piercing you, my cock sliding inside, and our mouths, our mouths sucking you inside, refusing to let go until you couldn’t ever speak again. I looked down to see her there, her unpolished nails prickling you, sliding down your legs as she licked and sucked you, rising back to the top when they finally reached your knees. I saw her hair draped over her shoulders as if she were reclining in an opium den, dead to the world.

And her mouth, the mouth that was all over you, inside you, everywhere that I was not, the mouth that now knew the sweetness that I get lost in over and over again, the dripping sex of you that’s more addictive than anything anyone has ever known. Her mouth was driving you now, and I was the passenger. I would only stay inside you, stroking you slowly, filling you inside so that when you came you had something to squeeze, something to keep your flesh from collapsing onto itself.

She took you there. I always know when you’re close, when you’re so close a word or a kiss or a pinch of your nipples will send you over. I had to reach down and stroke you, while she licked you, in that place, the place you claimed you never knew before I met you, even though you knew it wasn’t true. It was my place now, stolen from the grasp of all your former lovers.

And it was starting already, the tension, the tightness there, in that part of the sky where the clouds gather before the thunder shocks you out of sleep. I reached my fingers down into your hair to pull it back, to pull it away from her so she could suck you in deeper as you came. And I caressed you softly in that place, the way you liked it, the way I did when my mouth was where hers was, stoking harder and harder as you got closer to the edge until I would finally grab you and you would come.

But she was in control now, she found a spot of her own, a way to make you come for her, not for me. She slid her hands together around your mound, around her mouth that was sucking you as if she was trying to focus everything inside you and bring it to her, to her wanting mouth so she could swallow you. I stroked you harder, I knew you were there. But the closer you got, the more that the tension built up inside you, and the more it seemed like it was never going to happen. It was going to be forever before you would ever come again.

Then, as if guided by a divine force, this angel in the elevator slowly spread her fingers apart. When she did this, when the tips of her long slender fingers moved across your skin, barely touching you, they sent ten tiny waves of joy into you, to hunt you down and make you succumb to her. And it was more than you could bear.

You were terrified. All you could do was scream.

“Noooo!”

You screamed it until you ran out of air, until you had nowhere else to hide. You didn’t want to know now what she brought to you, and what you gave her in return. You didn’t want to know because it was about to take you over, that it would haunt you every day and that you could never give it back. You didn’t want to know because you lost sight of me.

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