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“Can I come live with you?” Taylor asked. He and Josh were doing free weights after their morning swim. Rachel had put them all through yoga before sending the teens off to the pool. Now she and Jason were doing a few laps while the boys took their turn with the weights.

Josh chuckled. “So soon? You must really like this lifestyle.”

“I love it. I feel home for the first time.”

“Okay, you can move in next year if you want to and we don’t have anything else going on.”

“Wait-are you serious?”

“Of course,” Josh said. “There’s no reason I should be living in the dorms since we’re this close, and a Jeep like yours to drive back and forth would be cheaper than housing anyway. But my college fund pays for it, and my mom really wanted me to enjoy dorm life and its sexual possibilities for at least a year. I plan to move home after that, though. Really, why would I want to take dates back to a dorm room when we could be fucking our brains out in the hot tub?”

“Makes sense,” Taylor grinned. “You guys have an amazing place for sex here. I’m guessing your mom set it all up that way.”

“She sure did. So yeah, I’d love to share my bed with you for the rest of our college careers.”

Taylor put down his weights and kissed his friend. “Why are you so good to me?”

“Because being around you makes me happy. I always wanted a twin brother I could share my body and life with freely. And you feel like that brother to me. Except that your dick is bigger than mine. Which I’m not complaining about.”

“You’re a brother any guy would be proud to have. Thanks for being mine.” Their tongues fought for supremacy and Taylor’s won.

“You know, next year is going to be really interesting.”

“How?”

“Living our unashamed pan lives. Watching what happens if one of us invites someone to stay overnight and then casually tells him or her that our roommate sleeps in the same bed and will almost certainly want to make love to them as well.”

“It’ll weed out the ones who are afraid. Besides, they don’t have to stay overnight.”

“Yeah, waking up with you is amazing regardless of whether we have company.”

“What I really want,” Taylor said, nipping his friend’s earlobe, “is to be able to wake up in the morning and see my girlfriend riding your dick.”

“While my boyfriend sucks your cock,” Josh contributed.

“And then I’d kiss you,” Taylor finished, and suited the action to the words. Instead of forcing his tongue down Josh’s throat, however, he pulled away at the last moment as Josh leaned into the kiss and dropped to his knees. He pressed his lips to the runner’s feet over and over, showing genuine love in his task. Josh went from plump to erect in five seconds.

“I don’t know how the boys on your team resisted you all those years.”

“They weren’t nearly as fun as you.” Taylor straightened up and swirled his tongue around Josh’s cocktip, playing with the boy’s foreskin. “There were boys at school, though, who would have done this to me in a heartbeat.” He smiled wistfully. “Especially Jeremy.”

“Jeremy? Who’s Jeremy?”

“Jeremy was my best friend in high school,” Taylor explained slowly, interspersing his sentences with licks and kisses. “Actually I kind of miss him. We got caught up in other things this year and drifted apart. He’s this adorable little blonde boy. I wouldn’t call him a twink because he’s fit as fuck, although in a way you might not notice at first. He’s smart. He’s at Yale studying business now. And he’s the bravest guy I ever met until I met you. Being a gay kid in the midwest is still not easy. Especially for the flamboyant, and Jeremy was. Not by being feminine or prissy, if you get the idea, but by being so confident about his sexuality that it made everyone else seem wimps by comparison.”

“And you were his protector,” Josh said, his mind racing ahead of Taylor’s narrative.

“At first, yeah, until he made it clear he was un-fuck-with-able,” Taylor giggled. “Then we became friends. There was no storybook gay romance between us. The sweet boy didn’t flip the jock. He never even made a pass at me, even when we were drunk or stoned. We just accepted each other and enjoyed being with each other. I loved his confidence, his fearlessness. And he loved that I not only respected but looked up to his idealism.”

“You wanted to be like Jeremy,” Josh exclaimed in sudden realization. “That’s why you’re on your knees in front of me. You’re in pursuit of two different ideals: freedom, and your hero. And you’re wishing you’d had the courage to do this to him when you had the chance-and you’re training to make it up to him in the future.”

“Yeah,” Taylor said, and leaned forward. With a single smooth movement he swallowed Josh’s shaft to the base.

“He would be so proud of you right now.” Josh closed his eyes and enjoyed the blowjob. The swimmerboy’s breath control was coming in handy as he deepthroated his roommate. So too were his strong fingers, which gently kneaded Josh’s balls. They made the runner’s nuts ache deliciously.

“Cocks rus escort down, boys,” Rachel called, climbing out of the pool. “Jason and I need to run into the office for a few hours, and I think you’d rather play there than here. Save those loads.”

“What?” Taylor said in astonishment, pulling off her son’s dick. “You’d let us have sex in your office?”

Rachel shrugged. “Jason and I do it all the time during the workday. Why wouldn’t I want you to do it there on the weekend? We’ll be the only ones there anyway.”

“I fucking love you guys!” Taylor screamed, leaping straight up in the air in his excitement. Rachel laughed and grabbed a towel. Jason came strutting across to them, an anticipatory glint in his eye.

“Hey, Taylor. Come here for a sec.” He grasped the blonde by his semi-hardon and led him off towards the small lawn off to the side of the pool.

“What’s up?”

“Josh has been telling me about your swimmer kink.”

“Has he?” Taylor rubbed his stiffening dick brazenly against Jason’s body.

“Yeah. I think it’s hot. Used to do it with a college boyfriend. And we’d make out while doing it. Ever done that before?”

“Not yet.”

“Wanna try it?”

“Is that why you were giving me all those iced coffees this morning?”

“You’re a smart kid.”

“You’re a sexy bastard.” Taylor squatted enough to frot his cock against Jason’s. Both turgid pieces of meat were being squeezed between their eight-pack abs. “Good thing you asked me, because if I hadn’t been distracted by Josh’s dick, I’d already have hopped in the pool.”

“That would have been a waste. Thankfully Josh is very distracting.” The smaller jock pulled his boy in for a kiss. Both of them were straining to control themselves. Piss dripped from their near-erections at first, then fountained upward as the joy of release swept over them, coating both of them in one another’s heat. They must have been holding it for a while. It took nearly a minute for them to finish, and the kiss went on for longer.

“Fucking incredible,” Taylor gasped. “Jason…thank you…”

“No problem, stud,” Jason smiled. “It’s good to share your kinks, isn’t it?” Now come on, let’s get showered.”

The outdoor shower was not only heated but had a special attachment to make a boy’s bottoming life much easier. They took turns using it on each other, getting their asses ready for the day. It was a new and perversely thrilling experience for Taylor. Josh had taught him to prep, but that couldn’t compare to the sensation of being filled and then told to hold it with his sphincter muscles. His cock was half-hard and drooling the entire time.

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is turning me on,” he groaned.

“Why shouldn’t it?” Josh asked. “There’s a huge amount of pressure on your prostate right now. Any normal male is going to respond with a boner.”

“With the right type of inflatable butt plug,” Jason said, having just come back from the house, “I could probably make you cum six or eight times in a row without ever touching your cock. And each load would be as big as the one before.”

“No way.”

“I’ve seen him do it,” Josh confirmed. “He’s done it to me.”

“But he’s a bottom.”

“And we’re vers. We have bottom genes.” Josh slapped Taylor’s ass approvingly and the blonde jumped. His roommate grabbed his dick and began stroking it.

“Calm down, boy.”

“You’re not making it easy,” Taylor gasped.

“Calm down, boy,” Josh repeated, before he bent over and tongued Taylor’s nipple prior to catching it between his teeth.

“Fuck!” Taylor screamed, and pulled free, teetering towards the house, his erection at full mast. Jason couldn’t help laughing.

“I hope he doesn’t cum from letting it out.”

He didn’t, and the boys finished washing each other without incident. Afterwards, the freshmen slid their shorts and shirts back on, along with their Havaianas. Josh wiggled his toes at Taylor.

“Wanna try something else fun?”

“Always,” the blonde grinned. “What did you have in mind this time?”

“Lie down,” Josh instructed, suiting his own action to the words.

“Right here?”

“Why not? It’s where you would seduce the pizza boy if he showed up.” They were in the entryway, blocking the front door. Taylor shrugged and started to lie down next to Josh. “No, the other way.”

“Oh, like this.” Taylor went head-to-toe with his friend without hesitation and grabbed a foot. “I have to admit, sucking your toes while we’re fully dressed is pretty hot.”

“It is, and it feels great, but it’s not what I had in mind. Pop your shorts open.” The swimmer did so, and his erection sprang out. Josh moved his foot and caught Taylor’s cock between his sole and his sandal, using the two to grip the jock’s meat like a pair of feet or hands. He started jerking Taylor off.

“How the fuck do you come up with this stuff?” The combined feel of rubber and skin on his shaft was driving Taylor crazy. sıhhiye escort The instant Josh unzipped, he had his swimmer sole pressing against the teen’s prick. He discovered that if he clenched his toes, he could trap Josh’s manhood tight against his foot, and if he flexed them, he could loosen it, and if he alternated, he could slap it back and forth. This was something he would never have thought to do. But it felt great and the deviance of it doubled the turnon.

“Hey, sex is my favorite hobby. I spend a lot of time thinking about it,” Josh protested. Both of them were actively humping each other’s foot.

“You boys are sluts,” Rachel said, stepping over them. She was wearing nothing but a lightweight, elegant sundress, giving them an excellent view of the smoothness between her legs. Both teens shivered.

“Slut is what you call someone who’s getting the sex you wish you were getting,” Josh retorted. “You taught me that, mom.”

“Shut up and suck me.” Rachel slipped a foot into his open mouth and began toe-fucking him. Taylor was impressed with how much of her Josh could swallow. His erection throbbed even harder against his roommate’s foot. Watching him worship his mom’s toes made his balls tighten.

Josh felt his lover’s arousal and reacted by spitting Rachel’s foot out. “How about I shut up and fuck you instead?” In a sweeping move, he sat up and pulled his mom down with him, letting go of Taylor and pushing her onto her butt, her legs over his shoulders. A quick jerk cleared her sundress away an instant before Josh plunged his cocktip into her pussy and held it there. He stared into her eyes, transfixed by the expression of genuine shock on her face.

None of them moved for a full minute.

“You two are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Taylor whispered at last.

Very gently, Josh leaned forward and kissed his mom on the forehead. A slow, easy motion of his hips pulled his cock from her. He helped her to her feet and replaced her dress. She in turn carefully placed his cock back in his shorts and zipped him up.

“I love you, mom,” Josh said. The air around them was still electric.

“I love you, Josh. You’ve become such a wonderful man.”

“And I caught it all for posterity,” said Jason’s voice. “Put that dick away, Taylor, or someone’s gonna suck it.”

“Damn,” Taylor said, struggling to corral his prick comfortably. Jason had put on a form-fitting button-down shirt with a bow tie, nicely-fitting khaki shorts, and dress loafers. He epitomized the sexy preppy boy.

“I know,” Josh agreed, turning and sauntering over to his mom’s boyfriend. He planted a kiss right on the older stud while humping him. Jason tweaked his nipples through his shirt. “Did you really get a pic of us like that?”

“I sure did. And it’s pretty erection-inducing.”

“Let’s get going,” Rachel said. “You can jerk off to yourself later. Taylor, would you mind driving?”

“I’d love to,” Taylor said, leading the way out the door. Josh and Jason ended up conveniently close together in the small backseat of the Jeep for the fondling they immediately started. Rachel had no sooner climbed in than she kicked off her flip-flops. Taylor sighed and backed out of the drive, watching her punch the address into her phone. He decided to tease her and put his left foot up on his knee. She doubled down on him and started licking it.

“You guys can make anything sexual,” Taylor said, trying to focus on his driving and ignore the spreading precum stains on his crotch. Rachel took pity on his arousal and let up on him for the last half of the ten-minute drive.

Her offices were closer to the city center, near the court complex. They were on the first floor of a nondescript three-story building. Inside, the furniture was plain and the blinds were down, and it had the stillness that comes only to a well-insulated workspace totally devoid of its usual commotion. Rachel turned on some of the lights and locked the door behind them.

“This may take an hour or two. Have fun. Don’t make any messes that will result in awkward questions.” She winked at the boys and disappeared into her private office, followed by Jason, heavily boned in his shorts.

“Wow,” Taylor said. “We’re not only going to have sex in a law office, but your mom is encouraging it. Damn.”

“She’s great,” Josh smiled. “I can love so easily because she showed me how to. She’s a good role model.”

“A lawyer who makes love to her son while shotgunning hits into her son’s roommate who’s being fondled by her boyfriend. Not most people’s choice for a role model, surprisingly.”

“Their loss. Judge by results and look at how I turned out. Besides, admit it. The fact that she’s a civil rights lawyer who constantly breaks unjust laws turns you on.”

“Big time.”

“I know. It turns me on too.”

Taylor was looking around at the decor. On one wall hung a poster of the Fathers Berrigan, with a quote underneath: “A decent society should sincan escort no more have an abortion clinic than the Pentagon.” From another wall, Lord Byron stared lustily into the distance in a reproduction of the Richard Westall portrait. The text at the bottom was a stanza from Childe Harold:

“Yet, let us ponder boldly-’tis a base

Abandonment of reason, to resign

Our right of thought-our last and only place

Of refuge; this at least, shall still be mine:

Though, from our birth, the faculty divine

Is charmed and tortured-cabin’d, cribb’d, confined,

And bred in darkness, lest the truth should shine

Too brightly, in the unprepared mind,

The beam pours in, for time and skill will couch the blind.”

“Your mom is a radical of the old school,” Taylor said.

“A school so old it’s still new,” Josh clarified. “Are you imagining how many cocks those lips sucked?”

“Oh yeah. We’ve all read the stories about what British boarding schools are like.”

“And not just on Nifty.” The runner chuckled at a memory. “I remember reading Christopher Hitchens’s memoir years ago just to see what he said about his sex life at school.”

“Was it everything Byron’s was?”

“If you mean rampant homoeroticism, BDSM, orgies, and boys writing love poems to each other, then yes.”

“So Byron would approve of us doing this,” Taylor remarked as he stripped Josh out of his shirt.

“Totally.” The shorter boy dropped his own shorts, then grabbed his friend’s and dragged them down with him in the process of swallowing Taylor’s erection.

It hit Taylor like a blow that he was standing naked in a law office with his naked roommate deepthroating him. “Oh, shit, Josh, I can’t hold it. Fuck…” Three of the hottest people he’d ever met had spent the morning torturing his cock in the best way possible. He had to cum, and he did, nearly drowning Josh. His dick tried to thrash in the other jock’s mouth with its need. His load simply drained out of him. And when he thought he was finally done cumming, Josh pressed a finger to a spot on his perineum and Taylor had to fight to keep from screaming as more jizz leaked from his dicktip.

“Damn,” Josh coughed. “Pure testosterone.” He stood up and swapped cum-spit with Taylor for a minute. Then it was the blonde’s turn to go down on him. It took all of thirty seconds for him to explode.

“Okay, now we can relax and take our time,” Taylor said. “Wow, though.”

“I’ve noticed you cum harder when we’re in public.”

“I used to go out in the woods during the summer and slip my dick out of my speedo and shoot all over my body. Then I left my cum on to dry and wore it the rest of the day. And I noticed I always shot farther on my torso outdoors than indoors.”

“You were born to be an exhibitionist,” Josh agreed. Hand in hand, they sauntered naked through the office, their cocks bobbing ahead of them, enjoying the experience.

“We should take some pics,” Taylor suggested. He ran back to grab his phone and propped it up on a chair before darting back to Josh. “Here, take my hand. Make sure to show your sole.”

“I’ve trained you well,” Josh smirked. “And flex my butt?”

“Always.” They waited a few seconds, and Taylor turned and scrolled through the pics. “Nailed it!” The lighting in the office made their golden bodies stand out brilliantly against the gray furniture and cabinets and carpet. Every muscle on their shaved bodies was defined. And the homoerotic handclasp multiplied the power of their nudity. Their semi-erections pulled their balls up enough that nothing questionable was visible in the shot.

“That’s perfect,” Josh agreed, licking his lips. “I’d fuck us.”

“Me too.” Taylor airdropped the pic to him and started tapping away on his phone. “How am I doing on hashtags?” He held it out for Josh’s inspection. The other boy read: #miami #florida #miamiboys #floridaboys #nakedinpublic #nakedisnatural #nakedisnormal #nudists #nudism #bromance #friendswithbenefits #pansexual #pansexualpride #polyamorous #bisexual #bisexualpride #instagay #instaboy #instabi #gaymiami #barefootmale #barefootinpublic #malefeet #malefootfetish #swimmer #runner

“Perfect. Guys are going to be drooling.”

“Hopefully girls, too.”

“Here’s a tip: you can actually meet some really fun girls on Grindr.”

“On Grindr? Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. Especially here and in New York and New England, where there are girls who know that bi and pan guys usually make much better lovers and actively pursue them. And they have to do so using the gay side because gay life has a much more established hookup culture.”

“I’ll try it if Instagram turns out to be too guy-slanted. I think I may be getting a lot of that response because all my hot pics with someone else are with you.”

“We’ll get some at Haulover later with my mom and Cassie.”

“So Cassie and Esteban are coming?”

“Yeah, but they can’t come over tonight. Cassie has homework and Esteban’s on duty.”

“You know, given your proclivities,” Taylor said, putting his phone down, “I’m surprised you never sought out and seduced your dad.”

“Believe me, I thought about it,” Josh nodded. “But when I looked him up, I found he’s no longer attractive and he shows no sign of having homoerotic leanings. I must get all my queerness from my mom.”

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The five of us barged through the door as a group, wandering between the rooms and looking at the house. It was large, three bedrooms and two bathrooms, just right for us. And it was the perfect placement for us, right down the road from the university. With three of us entering into third year, and the other two in their second, it would be useful to be so close. The rent was a little bit out of their range, but if the thoughts of the others matched mine then we would manage to make up the difference.

‘I love it Scott!’ exclaimed Kristin as she burst into the kitchen to throw herself on me. I meet her at the start of second year, and was now my girlfriend of three months. She had introduced me to her two friends who were looking for a place to stay with us, Mieke and Jon. The fifth one to join our search was Michelle, a second year the same as Mieke, and a good friend of mine.

The other three came into the kitchen and smiled happily. This was the place.

****

We had moved in two weeks later, a few days before Uni started. Of course, each of us were doing different degrees and were at Uni at varying times so we took advantage of the last couple of days by going out on the piss. I think that it was during this time that it first began… Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. When we got back to Uni we had less time as a group, except at nights, and often only one or two of us would be in the house during the day.

Kristin and I had one room to ourselves with Mieke and Michelle sharing another. Jon had the third to himself. Kristin and I had a fairly good relationship, we had just started having sex before we moved in and now were quite…how shall I say it…well we were fucking like rabbits really. The other two girls seemed to have guys over every now and then, but neither had a steady boyfriend. Jon never seemed to have a girl over, even though he was a fairly good looking guy. Sometimes I heard noises coming from his room when I got back from Uni, cries that sounded familiar…but we never saw the girl.

We’d go out of a night time, usually to the local pub or a nightclub in the city and all dance with each other. It was a good life, and there were no real issues as everyone was happy to pull their own weight.

The routine became fairly…routine I guess, but we survived. The workload seemed to increase as was natural as midyear exams came closer to us. Kristin had an easier course then I, as did Michelle and Jon. They cooked more often then Mieke or I and said that as long as we helped out when we could then it would be okay.

Exams came around and we worked as hard as we could to pass. This was only normal I suppose, but we did want to do well. The other four finished on the same day, the day before me. They were considerate and didn’t make too much noise when the staggered in drunk at four in the morning. I heard and felt Kristin thump on the bed next to me and fall asleep. It took me a while, but I eventually went off to sleep as well.

The next day I got up and kissed Kristin softly, noting absently that her lipstick was smudged. I left the room and went to breakfast. Mieke was awake already. Obviously she hadn’t had enough to drink the night before. She looked at me in a slightly scared way, but smiled weakly when she saw me looking.

I ate breakfast and chatted with her before leaving. She said and Michelle were going shopping, as I left tandoğan escort the room, and probably wouldn’t be home when I got back. I nodded and left, preoccupied with the exam. I was nervous, this was the subject I liked most, and so of course I wanted to go well.

The exam went well, I was prepared and I thought I got all the questions right. I left the room feeling over the moon and looked forward to getting blind drunk that night. I was still in that euphoric mood when I walked up the driveway. Even though I usually drove, I thought that the ten minute walk would help me for the exam. It did, and so it was (nice little cliché for you…) that I walked up the driveway that day.

I came in the front door and heard a noise, loud and strange. It sounded like there were people having a go at it. I guessed that Jon had already got a girl. More then likely it was the one he must have come home with last night. I thought I’d leave them to it, as nice as I was, and so I grabbed a scotch and cola and sat at the table, flicking through the newspaper. Eventually the noises stopped, and I heard a familiar giggling from his room. I turned as I heard the door open and had a smile on my face to greet Jon.

It froze in a heartbeat and I felt a cold lump of ice forming in my stomach. My mouth went dry as I saw Kristin, wearing an open silk dressing gown, a man’s, revealing the supple body that I knew so well to me. In some dim corner of my mind I registered with outrage that it was Jon’s gown, not mine she was wearing. Then I snapped back and registered the scene in front of me. Kristin had stopped in her tracks, staring at me in horror. Jon bumped into her from behind, still laughing. He stopped quickly enough when he saw me and his face joined hers, the image of two poleaxed steers if I have ever seen it.

I stayed like that for a moment, mesmerised by the sight of the two of them standing there almost nude. I had thought that I loved her. I had thought that she loved me. I guess I was wrong. I suppose at least that this tied up a few loose ends that I had wondered about for a while. Then I recovered somewhat. Long enough to stand up. I looked at them and smiled wryly.

‘Well I can see you thought that you would continue the…uh shall we say ‘celebration’ now that exams were finally over.’ I looked at Kristin and felt an emptiness in my stomach as I turned and walked out the front door. I heard her calling out to me through the ringing that filled my ears, but I kept walking.

I don’t really know what happened in the hours until Mieke found me. I do know that I went and drank, drowning my sorrows. I realise that it is nothing new, but it seemed like it would help at the time. When she saw me, I think I was at the bar, having another drink. I pushed her away when she tried to comfort me and I stumbled into the cold air outside, sinking down onto the pavement against the wall. She followed me out the door and sat down next to me rather more gracefully. As she put her hand on my shoulder the tears started rolling down my face.

****

I woke up the next morning in my bed at the apartment, alone. There was a pounding in my head and my stomach was rebellious to say the least. I eventually remembered what happened the night before. After a while I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, wishing I was dead and feeling tunalı escort like it as well. I heard the door open and looked over, the movement making my head spin. It was Mieke, and she came and sat on the bed next to me. I was gradually feeling better and I sat up to make more room for her. It was kind of an awkward situation, neither of us knowing who should speak first.

‘Thanks for looking after me last night. I…don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t found me then.’ She smiled softly and nodded her head.

‘That’s ok. I think we need to talk about some things…’ she replied with the air of someone who was in a room of glass ornaments. ‘What you saw yesterday afternoon had been going on for a while, and,’ with an intake of breath, ‘we have all been a part of it.’ As the look of pain on my face turned to surprise she continued. ‘Since we moved in we have been changing partners each night, and we didn’t want you to know because you were new, even though you’re going out with Kristin. Umm, I think she wants to talk with you later as well…if you’re up to it.’

I couldn’t think straight. The four of them had been having sex with each other every day and I had no idea. I was confused, but I could feel myself getting aroused, and I dimly registered Mieke’s hand on my leg as she looked steadily at me. ‘You know, we would like another person to join in with us, if you’re not too freaked out about it all…’ As she was saying this her hand slid down my leg to rub the top of my thigh.

She was looking me straight in the eyes and there seemed to be a fire burning in their blue centres. I responded instinctively to the feelings she had aroused and pulled her down onto the bed with me. She grinned and wrapped her long arms around my back as I drew her in for a kiss. She attacked my face, darting her tongue into my mouth and crushing her body on top of mine. I had no shirt on and could feel the gradual hardening of her nipples against my chest as she got more excited. My hands were sliding up and down her slinky body, rubbing her butt and tangling in her hair.

Mieke broke off from the kiss to sit up, as she did I stripped off her top and began suckling at her braless breasts. She moaned softly, holding my head to her chest as I used my tongue to flick the nipple, massaging her butt with my other hand; she ground herself down on my crotch. Her breasts were amazing, the perfect size, pert as you could wish with a light tan. I had never really thought of Mieke in a sexual way, she was one of my best friends. But now that I saw and felt how hot she was I cursed myself for not trying something earlier.

She arched her back slightly from the feelings that were spreading through her breasts as I lay her down on the bed so I could lick her out. Before I could slide down to be level with her pants the door opened and Kristin was standing there. I froze, she froze, and Mieke, with her eyes shut, kept moaning softly. After a moment she looked up at me to see why I had stopped, and saw her standing there. She froze.

‘Well this is awkward, isn’t it?’ Mieke said. I looked down at her; she had a faint smile playing at the edges of her lips. I looked back up at Kristin, who had the same smile on her face. Oh shit. Something was going on, and I had no idea what.

Mieke beckoned to Kristin and my girlfriend türbanlı escort (was she anymore?) walked over to the bed, unbuttoning her top as she came. I stared as she took it off; I could see her a hundred times and still be turned on. She reached down to cup my face with a hand.

‘I’m sorry, we should have let you know…but it was hard. I didn’t want to spoil what we had emotionally with physical stuff, but I guess I already did.’ She looked at me apologetically before bending her head to take Mieke’s mouth in a passionate kiss. The two girls rolled their tongues in and out of their mouths, one of the hottest sights I had ever seen. I still didn’t know how to react, even when two of the hottest girls I had met were making out in front of me.

I had the dilemma solved for me when they broke the kiss to take off my shirt, Kristin pulling it over my head and kissing me as Mieke undid my belt. I was in a state of disbelief, but it didn’t stop me from kissing her back. Now that it had begun I knew nothing would stop me. Before long, the three of us were completely nude, the two girls supple bodies on either side of me on the bed as we made out. Their hands were tangled over my cock, and I had one each cupping their clefts, running a finger over their clits.

They moaned, and Mieke pushed me away to slide down and engulf my erection with her mouth, playing her tongue up and down its length. I groaned softly while kissing Kristin, now both of my hands were pulling and stroking at her folds, and she was convulsing softly. I suckled at her breast and she arched her head back, grinding her body down onto my hands. Mieke looked up from my crotch, hands still stroking gently across my dick while she looked at Kristin. I beckoned her up, and the two of us went at her chest like crazy. Soon she was groaning loudly, her tanned body writhing under four hands. Mieke dropped down again and she pushed my hand away; while I used the other to push in and out of my girlfriend, Mieke started running her tongue up and down the length of her slit.

She cried out loud, ‘Uhhhh…ohhh…don’t stop…’ as she panted for breath. I kissed her breast one last time before sliding down the bed, past Mieke’s head to end up behind her. She jumped as I probed at her pussy, and grunted into Kristin’s slit as I licked at her clit. The two of them were moaning as Kristin came, thrashing around while Mieke, eye’s half closed from lust, rubbed her to her finish.

Mieke slumped to the bed as Kristin moved out from under her, arse still in the air so I could attack her crotch with more vigour. Kristin slid down and kissed Mieke softly, but was drawn into a passionate embrace as Mieke held on for dear life. I pushed a finger into her depths, running my tongue up and down her pussy I was rewarded with more groans. I could hear Kristin muttering to her friend as they kissed. ‘…good isn’t he? mmmhhmm oh do you like being tongued by…ohhh…my boyfriend?’ she was murmuring between their pashes.

Mieke was convulsing, I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers; I pulled back and blew cold air onto her clit. ‘Ahhhh…ohhh’ she screamed for a moment before I went back into her, she was really close now, in the throes of her orgasm she clutched my girlfriend to her, breasts pressing tightly together as she panted into Kristin’s mouth. She went limp all of a sudden and I raised my head to see her collapsed on Kristin, who was giving her soft kisses all over her face. God they were hot together.

My feelings were still mixed as I went up and lay behind the two girls, stroking Mieke’s pert breasts as she murmured softly into Kristin’s chest. My girlfriend had been cheating on me. With guys and girls, and now I had become involved. Where would this lead now?

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There are times in one’s life when the lines between fantasy and reality get blurred. Your imagination can ask you questions the your rationale cannot answer. The wonder of it all becomes your guide into life’s mysterious wilderness…and yet somehow the most simplest of things can seem so unreal, as if the mundane no longer exists, or at least, not be acknowledged. That’s when you know that a new chapter will begin in your life, and then after the first page of the rest of your life is written, all the previous pages become an archive to the illusion of your past…and that is where I begin.

My lover, Vanessa, and I had received an invitation to a Halloween party. It was the usual costume type affair that we get invited to each year; for which allows us to use our creativity and culture awareness to create the most clever of costumes. We usually do a couples-type arrangement: like a Bonnie and Clyde in our earlier giddy-like years, to something a little more sexy or sinister by doing a Dom like theme – which usually raises a couple of eye-brows from the high and mighty, to a sly sneer from the wannabe’s and the sorry types who are virtually losers with absolutely no game. Our costumes usually reflect a certain type of image we wish to project based on the type of mood we may be in, or to the degree of the level of naughtiness we wish to expose.

Upon selecting the theme of costume to wear, Vanessa and I decided to play it somewhat safe as far as the costume goes, then stretch out the possibilities as to what kind of attention we intend to attract. It’s no secret that these parties usually carry the unwritten rule of most adult parties, “What happens here, stays here.” And so with that in mind, Vanessa and I ponder as to whom we should be expecting the night of the party, so we may set up our costume accordingly. Last year, we broke ice with a newly acquainted couple and engaged into some very hot, erotic action. Vanessa’s very sexy cat woman, caught the eye and the tongue of a very sexy Red Riding Hood, followed by the big cock of the Big Bad Wolf.

Eventually, we decided to dress as the most romantic of the evil spirits, I would be Dracula, and Vanessa would be my fair maiden/feast. Granted that this would not be the most original of costumes for a Halloween party, but nevertheless, we would bring a little drama to our characters, as if to act them out in a very seductive, alluring fashion. The beauty of Halloween, is that it’s like an actor’s holiday, because you can wear any type of garish outfit, and then sell it by the way of a special presentation, to act out the roles of our disguise. By doing that, it really does make the usual costume a bit more provocative, especially to those who we do not know, because after all, that’s who we put the show on for anyway. This is why Halloween is one of my most favorite times of the year; obviously the most sexiest by far.

I assembled my costume in a mid-19th Century attire, with an ascot, stove hat, velvet coat and tails. My make up was done up in a pasty light grey, with the rendering of shades pronouncing my cheekbones and eye sockets. I looked to be a rather ghoulish looking fellow, perhaps in preparation for a feast of the flesh. I put in specialized contact lenses to make my eyes look a very pale blue, faded to almost white, with the dot of my pupils floating within this particular look of death. I like to use the weapon of my stare to perpetuate an image of allure, with the presiding possibility of impending evil.

As for Vanessa, well she was a look of breath-taking vulnerability. The deep-plunging neckline of her flowing Peasant dress, enhanced by the very impressive cleavage that she possesses. Her large breasts were snuggled in a very tight push-up bustier and sprinkled with a touch of sparkle that gave her a very glowing appearance. However, the radiance of her glow came from her eyes. The look of her innocent, sweet gaze profoundly displayed her vulnerability, with a captivating a sexual seductiveness. She was a moveable feast indeed! One look at her and I became very hungry to devour her, a complete gourmet vision. I thought to myself, what entrance we shall make at this engagement, turn it from a paltry soiree to an elegant and magnificent extravaganza!

As we prepared for our small journey to the party, we drank in each other’s vision and felt really satisfied on how our costumes came out and what they will be representing upon our arrival. I moved up close to her and looked into her eyes, raised her chin up, gave her a nice soft kiss, then slowly dragged my fingers into her cleavage. My hands then covered her soft, pillowy bosom and gently caressed her beauty. I thought I would work her up a little, because Vanessa is at her best if she is a bit turned on. In all actuality, she already was turned on, I just brought up the heat a little more. My lips kissed over her luscious breasts, using my tongue to create an extra sensation she so much enjoys. Vanessa responded by reaching down and sliding her long fingers across my protruding bulge in my trousers. I could feel her delicate fingers dance over my hardening shaft through my pants. The only thing is, is that I become much more emboldened and a little mischievous when I am aroused at a party. The last couple of parties are a result of that.

So off we go to our ulus escort function, all dressed up and panting like animals in heat, so to be consistent with the mischief I’m prone to, I reach under Vanessa’s dress to feel her very warm and wet pussy. She just freezes as my fingers slide underneath and probe her wetness. She wasn’t about to stop me as I pushed a finger inside to get it nice and wet, then slid it over her engorging clit. She just leaned forward and braced herself against the wall as my fingers started to work their magic. Vanessa has a nice big clit and is very responsive to my maneuverings. I started moving my fingers back and forth across her clit, finding the precise spot that will trigger her intensity, and then go to town. I could hear Vanessa’s moans and hard breathing as I fingered her faster. Her hips started to move with my fingers, as she gripped tight and let out a tightly sounded squeal as her body convulsed and came hard. I could feel her entire body tighten up before her release of her now extreme wetness all over my fingers. I pushed my fingers back inside her deep, gathering her juices, and then slid them back over her pussy. From there I pulled them out and offered them to Vanessa, for which she earnestly licked them almost in anticipation of the potential of her getting a real taste of pussy tonight.

Well we finally make it to the entrance of the party. The decorations are of that of a haunted house, lots of fog, black light, webs, scary noises, and a greeter that looked like Lurch from the Addams Family. He greeted us with a, “Good Evening, Sir and Madam, right this way please.” As he escorted us towards the festivities and as I looked around, something seemed a little different this time for the party. There was much more effort and design to the place, as well as some very pleasant surprises! As we headed through the corridor, there were strobe lights effects and hands reaching through the jagged draperies, lightly and creepily touching us. As we walked further, Ol’ Lurch turned back to us and said, “There is no turning back from this point on, you must enter at your own risk.” Then he walked away doing his best horror movie scary laugh that seemed to echo through the hall. I was now very intrigued by all this and was very impressed with the staging of it all. I couldn’t wait to locate the hosts and compliment them on such a fabulous production. Vanessa was a little apprehensive to make our way without the escort, so she grabbed my arm and had me lead the way in.

As we went down the hall, we heard a crack of a whip snap closely in front of us. There was a little room off to the side of the hall, and as we approached, we could see a naked woman strapped to a rack, with her arms and legs in shackles. Then coming out from behind the apparatus, was a Dominatrix with a cat-of-nine tails in her hand, sliding over the girl’s skin, taunting her, telling her that she needs to be punished and to not look at the passers-by. So immediately she does, and gets a hard slap of the tails across her thighs, making her cry out in pain. The Dom then sneered over at us and said, “What are you looking at? You want to take her place?” We just kept on moving, not knowing what to do or how to handle that particular situation.

We reached the next room of the Catacomb, and saw something else completely different. The room was all dark except for a light moving across the room as if it was like a searchlight, scanning the area. It had the look of something like a POW camp, or worse, like an Auschwitz. As it reached the target of our view, a red light glowed upon the moving light. We stopped to look a little harder, then saw a man in a stockade, with just his head exposed through the holes. He was moaning out, “No no no! Someone please save me!” The light kept roaming back and forth, enticing our interest and intrigue. It was then we looked a little closer and could see that the man in the stockade was really bound to a Guillotine! And then, as if on cue, the light locked on target, and the blade dropped and slid down the mechanism of death and beheaded the moaning man. Vanessa let out a scream and I just stood there in disbelief as to what I just saw, It looked so real. I couldn’t believe how well the portrayal was performed.

To intensify the situation, a partition came down behind us, cutting off the access for our retreat as some Hun from the death scene grabs my arm and shouts at me, “Are you next?” Vanessa screamed again as pulled my arm away from his grasp and was about ready to deck him when she pushed me away to get out of the situation. As we were making our getaway, the Hun threw the disembodied head down the hall and at our feet. I felt it hit me as I looked down and could have sworn that this head was real! The feel of the hair and the skin, and then the texture of the blood, it made me look closer to it. Oh my God, the head was real! I quickly let go of it and grabbed Vanessa’s hand to make a run for it. The lights in the hall went out and we were left in darkness, except for the roaming searchlight back in the cubby hole where the Guillotine is. We kept going forward in the dark, feeling our way down the hall, soon to be followed by the Hun yelling to us, “Get back here, you’re next!”

I looked back and could make yenimahalle escort out the silhouette of someone coming towards us still yelling at us, and it sure sounded like he was getting a lot closer. So I grabbed Vanessa and we raced down the hall that seemed to never end. We made our way through the pitch black of the corridor, feeling our way down it as the Hun was moving a little faster than we were. My courage was now under the challenge of the intimidating factor that this Hun may be the real deal — a cold hard killer! Then suddenly, we ran out of hall by hitting another partition that ended our passage way. The Hun had slowed down now as if he was the lion that has trapped his prey. We stood there still and scared as I tried to calculate some sort of move or plan of attack towards this guy, but I figured that I’m at a big disadvantage as we were cornered in the hallway. “Are you going to come with me now or do I have to drag you back by your feet?” He snarled, “And then when I’m done with you, I’m going to have a go with the little lady!” He let another one of those Lurch laughs, very loud and menacing, and then shouted, “Now!”

As he said that he hit the walls hard with his hands, and the sound reverberated all throughout the hallway, vibrating through the ways and our feet. The Hun took a big swing towards me. I pressed myself against the wall hard to avoid the oncoming assault. It was then we felt the floor give way like a trap door. The bottom gave out and we found ourselves sliding down a chute feet first uncertain where we were headed. We bounced down the tube until we were dumped out onto a bunch of oversized pillows. Thanks goodness for the pillows to cushion our entrance or we would had landed real hard considering the speed we picked up during our descent. I checked to make sure my Vanessa was okay and safe with me after all we’ve already been through, she was really shaken up, I don’t know how much more of this she can take.

The room was softly lit, not like before with all the dungeon-like atmosphere, this room was airy and warm — much to our relief. There were sections of soft, satiny, pillows all in distinct areas, as if they were set up as beds throughout a gigantic boudoir, and a very welcomed sight after all we’ve been through. Finally, we were at peace and took advantage of the situation and rested on the soft pillows. It felt so good, even though our hearts were still pounding hard, that now a calm had started to envelope us. I looked up and saw a very beautiful woman approaching us. Her movements were like she was nearly floating in air as she made her way towards us. Everything just flowed with her, her hair, gown, hands, every part of her presence, a magnificent vision to behold. I thought there was something that may have not been right with her, but when she made her way to us, the power of her goodness was in full glory.

She approached us and took Vanessa’s hand to guide her to her feet. She moved closer to Vanessa, stroking her hair, scanning her body, sliding her hands over her shoulders, running them down her arms, and then puts her hands in Vanessa’s. Ursula leaned forward and gave Vanessa a kiss. The kiss became a deeper kiss, and I saw Vanessa’s body language giving in to Ursula’s prowess, as Vanessa’s arms wrapped around her, bringing the kiss back to Ursula. Their tongues intertwined, dancing together, in the sexual of rhythm. It was a kiss that seemed to make the time stand still and everything remained completely in the moment. The women broke the kiss and stared into each other’s eyes for a long time, somewhat of a sexual staring contest, but instead of the intensity and competition, there was passion and desire.

The moment came to a sudden pop as Vanessa pulled herself back into reality, as she placed her hand across her chest as if to catch her breath. Ursula, being the hostess that she was, offered us a glass of wine. Vanessa quickly reached for one and drank it back in the most immediate of fashion. I was much more casual about it and gladly accepted the beverage and sipped from the glass. The wine was exceptional, it was like something I had never tasted before. It had a special taste, it was very sweet at first, followed by the strength of the alcohol in its aftertaste. A most delightful blend, with a noticeable seductive quality, much like an aphrodisiac.

The effect of the potion began to appear, an euphoric cleansing developed throughout my senses, conditioning my awareness in a very erotic demeanor. My God, I was feeling very amorous, very turned on, and very au courant. Ursula had taken Vanessa to one of the pillowed beds and laid down with her. They returned to their kissing, with deep passion as I saw Ursula’s hand reach behind Vanessa and grab a hold of the zipper on the back of her dress and pull it down. I could see Vanessa’s sexy back and shoulders as her dress parted from behind. Her soft skin glowing, and it appeared evident that there was nothing underneath, as Ursula’s long fingers stroked the length of her back, working her dress off until it had been completely removed from my fair Vanessa’s body. My beautiful love turned on to her back, facing up towards a woman she is prepared to give her body to. All I could do was to be a witness to a beautiful sexual event, and I wouldn’t miss this show for anything.

Ursula stood up, never removing her eyes from Vanessa’s, and undid her zipper from the side. I could her a slight purr from Vanessa as Ursula slid her dress off revealing an incredibly sumptuous body. She had the deepest of blue eyes, supple, lustrous breasts, and her silken, milky-white skin, mixed with her long flowing auburn hair, created such a mesmerizing effect, I was in complete awe of her hypnotic attraction. She stood there, flaunting her ephemeral existence, showing the power that makes the rest of us feel somewhat mortal to her majesty.

She had her sites on Vanessa, lucky girl. She slinked her body along hers as the moved in for more kissing, followed my each of their hands roaming over the soft womanly curves. Ursula rolled on top of Vanessa, pressing her breasts against hers, nipple to nipple. I could hear the familiar whimpering moans of Vanessa, who at the moment, is in for quite a sexual encounter. Ursula’s kisses moved from Vanessa’s lips, to her neck, nibbling and licking her gorgeous neck. She was really working her neck, and it had a nice effect on Vanessa, for I’m sure she was feeling the same enraptured feelings as I was. Her kisses lowered onto her chest, causing Vanessa’s hands to roam over Ursula’s back, pulling her closer. Ursula’s hands slid up to caress Vanessa’s lovely breasts, kneading and fondling, working her fingers to her nipples, gently tugging and pinching.

Vanessa’s breathing became nearly orgasmic from Ursula’s attentive touch, which began with her fingers, and now with her mouth, as her soft lips kissed over Vanessa’s breasts, licking her nipples, wrapping her lips around them and sucking on them. Her nipples were so enlarged from the deep sucking she was getting from the lovely Ursula. She held tight to her new lover, not letting her head lift from her chest, rocking side to side, giving all of herself to this woman, doing all that she can to keep her mouth on her body. Ursula was happy to oblige, judged by the extreme sensuality of her lustful ministrations.

She kisses and licks her way down Vanessa’s body, kissing over her stomach, her hips, her pelvic area, causing an involuntary motion for Vanessa as she parted her legs. Ursula ran her tongue on the insides of Vanessa’s thighs, moving her in towards her pussy, dragging her kisses along the way. Vanessa started panting from all the delicate, soft, and deliberate activity working on her pussy, or at least headed that way. Then all of sudden, Ursula stopped, raised her head a little, looked towards Vanessa with her deep mesmerizing eyes, raised up a little more, pursed her lips in a sheepish, but seductive smile, then buried her face into Vanessa’s pussy. Her tongue sliding over the wetness of Vanessa’s pussy, long slow licks, occasionally dipping inside her, gathering more wetness to spread over that beautiful pussy. Vanessa’s hips pushed towards Ursula, wanting more and getting more, as Ursula’s tongue swirled around her clit, around and around, faster and faster. Her moans increased in volume as Ursula wrapped her lips around her clit and began to suck on it. Pulling on her clit with her lips, Ursula’s magic tongue stroked her while sucking her, making Vanessa shift about approaching her orgasm. Such power overcame Vanessa as her moans became screams of pleasure, making her hold Ursula’s head to her pussy, raised her legs high up in the air, quaking, shaking, then abruptly stiff, then a loud scream as she released into a most incredible, explosive

orgasm.

The vision before me with Ursula on her knees and her ass in the air, bent over Vanessa, licking her pussy to one massive explosion, then licking her a little slower to build her back up again, my resistance disappeared , and I felt it was my time to participate (especially with Ursula on her knees with her ass in the air, I mean come on!). So I dropped my pants to release my willing, my aching, my enlarging, my beastly cock and let it guide me to my destination. I moved down to where the girls were, and positioned myself behind Ursula. The look I had, seeing Ursula’s soft, round ass in front of me, I had no other choice, I’m going to fuck this woman while she licks Vanessa. I rubbed my big cock against her soft skin, making her push her ass back towards me. I slid over her wet pussy, getting my cock the special lubrication only a nice wet pussy can give you. I placed my hardness at her opening, wiggled it a little more, then slowly and gently felt her pussy take my cock in. The warmth of her pussy when I slid in was amazing. This seductress makes it work for either gender, a magical tongue making Vanessa cum and cum, and her pussy wrapping around my thick, hard, cock while I fuck her hard. I kept giving her deep strokes as I would look over her to my Vanessa cumming hard from Ursula’s tonguing. I heard Ursula’s moans mixed in with Vanessa’s , and then mixed in with my own as the three of us were in unison with mutual orgasms. I grabbed Ursula’s hips and pounded her pussy over and over with long, hard strokes from my cock. I felt the cum rising in my cock as I felt Ursula’s pussy give way and cover my hardness with her pussy juices from her mammoth orgasm. It only made me slam deeper, until I felt myself ready to shoot, so I straddled her hips and pounded her with all my might, getting as deep as I could, stuffing her tight pussy. I pushed down hard on her as my cum started pumping into her pussy, filling it up with spurts and spurts of cum until it overflowed. I collapsed on top of her with my cock slowly retreating from inside her depths.

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Chapter 5. “Consequences”

“Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here, will you?” Kenzie wore a pair of gray yoga shorts and a matching crop-top with long sleeves that ended at her midriff. A waterfall of thick, obsidian-black tresses plummeted across her shoulders and down her back. She lowered her big, round sunglasses and regarded Lindsay as the teenager meandered onto the back porch. “You’re up early, girl.”

It may have been 10:30 am, but the temperature was already 94 degrees and the forecast called for it to reach 109 by the afternoon. Prepared, Kenzie sipped an ice-cold bottled water and nibbled on a protein bar.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Lindsay huffed. “Tell me about it.”

Lindsay woke up at 9:45 and had already taken care of her hair and make-up. If a customer stopped by and requested a lineup, all she’d have to do is change into her hooker garb (her term) and wait by the kitchen for Allan to give the cue to proceed. Lindsay could switch outfits in less than three minutes — she’d been practicing — and wouldn’t be late for the lineup.

“That guy was a real jerk last night,” she sniped.

Kenzie motioned toward the chair across the way. “Sit down, hon. I agree, he was. Want to talk about it?” The 26-year-old adjusted her shades to combat the intense morning glare. “I felt sorry for having to leave you with him.”

Emotions thickening her chest, Lindsay plopped down with an audible thud. She wished every client could be as exciting and as fun to be with as Sammy, but learned a cold, harsh lesson last evening: they weren’t. “Eric wasn’t in a good mood from the outset, and it never improved.” Her leg bounced with too much nervous energy to calm.

“He was an asshole.” Kenzie shrugged it off like it was no big deal. She’d dealt with her share of pricks over the years both in and out of the house. Comes with the territory here. “Don’t let it affect you, okay?” She reached across the table and squeezed Lindsay’s hand. “It’s over. My God, Kayleigh. You let everything get to you here. You got paid for your time. Let it go and move on.”

“$510.” Tears threatened to burn Lindsay’s eyes. I hope every customer from here on out isn’t like Eric. Perhaps the party with Sammy was an anomaly? God, I hope not. Her insides tingled at the memories. “I was hoping for more like $600 or $700.”

“Fuck that asshole!” Kenzie slipped off her sunglasses. “Fuck him! Worrying like this isn’t worth your time.”

Lindsay sighed and rubbed her temples. “What if he leaves me a horrible review on the website?” The thread Sammy started yesterday was up to 27 responses and everything about it was positive. Six people posted that they wanted to meet and party with Lindsay because of his praise. But if the customer from last night — Eric — left a horrible review, would it offset all the good?

“You don’t need to worry about receiving a horrible review and others seeing it. Jeremy or Allan would take it down immediately. If they miss it or are busy, Jeremy has a webmaster who monitors the site day and night, and he removes anything negative. You’ll never read a negative review of any girl on the site.”

“That’s good to know, I guess.” Lindsay glanced down and fidgeted her thumbs. I guess that’s why there’s nothing negative about any of the girls on the board. “But what if the customer went to Allan afterward and bitched about me during the exit interview? I know he did; he had to.”

Kenzie laughed. “Kayleigh, honey, don’t worry. Allan listened in during your party and knows things got off to a rocky start because of the negotiations. Allan knows what an inconsiderate prick that guy was for the entire hour, too. Stop worrying! Jeremy will listen to it today once he and Bella return from their time away, I’m sure. Everything gets recorded, you know, right? They will not hold it against you if the guy showed up in a horrible mood and left in a horrible mood. It’s not your fault. Nothing you could’ve done would’ve made him happy.”

“But . . .”

“Were you nice to him? Did you do everything he asked during the party? Were you attentive and gracious? Did you thank him afterward and ask him to please come visit the ranch again?” Kenzie snatched Lindsay’s hand and swept her thumb over the back of it. “That’s all you can do. I talked to Allan last night after the fact and he told me nothing you said or did was wrong. Everything you said was right and by-the-book. You. Can’t. Please. Everyone!”

Eyes clenched tight, Lindsay had to remind herself to breathe. “I felt like a failure.”

“You are not a failure. You’re a good girl, Kayleigh, with drive, ambition, goals, and a good heart.” Kenzie took another sip of water. “You want to work hard, please others, and be successful at your job. And best of all, you’re sweet as candy — a little cutie pie. You’ll go a long way in this business.” She tilted her head with a sympathetic gaze. “Stop being so sad.”

“I don’t want to get into trouble and for esat escort Jeremy or Bella to have any bad thoughts about me.” Lindsay’s nightshirt with the cookie monster designs on its front was a size or two small and stretched tight across her breasts. “You know I’m still the new girl here. I mean, I need this job.”

“Fuck that guy, baby! Forget him! Jeremy, Allan, or Bella won’t be upset. Trust me, I’ve been here for years. I know how they think.”

“And what happens if Eric ever comes back and, God forbid, wants to party with me again?”

“Decline his ass! Turn him down, tell him no.” And after his act last night, Kenzie doubted Jeremy or Allan would let him through the front door again. They’d turn him away before he had the chance to ask for another party with Lindsay or anyone else.

For as wonderful of a time she’d had with Sammy on Tuesday evening, last night was the polar opposite for Lindsay. Bella was away at the hotel in Ambridge, so there went yet another opportunity for Lindsay to lose her lesbian cherry. On top of that, she wasn’t picked for the first four lineups of the day — a real bummer — but was finally chosen during the fifth. That should’ve ended the night on a high note, but Eric had a sour attitude from the beginning.

With Kenzie chaperoning the conversation at the bar as Lindsay’s fill-in Big Sister, Eric admitted to having a shitty day and was looking to blow off some steam. He was obnoxious and not pleasant to talk to, but Lindsay was intent on making money and agreed to escort him back to her bedroom to discuss pricing.

Things went downhill in a hurry.

Kenzie took care of the negotiations and Eric flat-out laughed when she mentioned Lindsay’s prices were $700 an hour for a GFE. It was a high quote, yes, but also fully negotiable. Kenzie said $700 because she wanted to maximize the profit for both Lindsay and the house. Personally, she refused to sell herself for anything less than $600 for a one-hour GFE. Kenzie had her standards, lofty as they might be.

Eric shot back that it was a rip-off and refused to go any higher than $400. “Ain’t no piece of pussy worth $700! I could go up north and pay $400 for the same Goddamn thing! Hell, for $700 I should get to fuck her in the ass, too, and make her clean my dick off with her mouth!”

“Anal sex is prohibited here, sir,” Kenzie responded in a calm, businesslike tone, though she was seething with rage inside, “and if you’d like to drive three-and-a-half or four hours north in the middle of the night to pay a lesser price, by all means, be our guest.” You’re a fucking asshole and I prefer that you leave. “We don’t want you to do that, but you’re more than welcome to. It’s your decision.”

“We can go lower than $700, baby.” Lindsay should’ve already declined the party but was determined to have one before it was bedtime. All the other girls had at least one party throughout the day. “I’d like to show you a good time and put a smile on your face.” Lindsay asked Kenzie to continue the negotiations. She agreed, but also motioned for Lindsay to zip her mouth and let her do all the talking.

In the end — after a contentious back and forth — Eric agreed to $510 for one hour. It was $10 above the house minimum and Kenzie equated the negotiations to trying to squeeze blood out of a turnip. The issue wasn’t that he was looking for the lowest price and wanted to save money — Kenzie never blamed a customer for that — it was the way he went about it. Eric was rude and disrespectful — one of the worst clients she’d ever dealt with — and it stunned Kenzie that Lindsay agreed to party with him at all.

And because they couldn’t agree on at least $600, Lindsay’s room and board for the day ($30) didn’t get waived. It would be deducted from her paycheck at the end of her three-week tour. That sucks, but at least I’ll make some money tonight, was her train of thought. It’s better than nothing at all.

After the dick check, payment, and shower (another thing he complained about), Eric reentered the bedroom and found a joyful, smiling Lindsay on the edge of the bed waiting for him. She had on a frilly little bodice, stockings, and high heels, and looked like an angel on a mercy mission from Suck City. “Hi, baby. What would you like me to do first?”

“How about you shut your fucking mouth — I’m not paying you to talk — get down on your knees and do your job? Blow me, you overpriced whore.”

Although she’d become more accepting of that word in recent times, Lindsay flashed back to when Allan took her to the sheriff’s station and the lady behind the desk called her a whore. She came close to having an outward reaction again, but dropped to her knees, rolled a condom onto Eric’s cock, and sucked him off for 15 minutes.

But she was crying inside and felt no pleasure at all.

Later, Eric took all his anger and frustration out on Lindsay, bending her over etimesgut escort the bed and fucking her as hard as he could. Again, there was no pleasure, no satisfaction. She was told to keep her mouth shut several times. “You’re a whore and I could give a flying fuck about whatever you have to say, so zip it.” Facing away from him, Lindsay lay there looking like a zombie because the man did nothing but degrade and belittle her the entire hour. She kept busy counting down the minutes until it was mercifully over.

“Allan was outside your room last night with his hand on the doorknob for at least half the party, if not three-quarters of it,” Kenzie informed her. “He was waiting for you to object to anything that guy did, tell him no, and he was going to burst in and toss his ass out of the house if he didn’t listen to you. It blew Allan away that you never objected to anything Eric said or how he treated you.”

“Jeremy says the customer is always right and I must please him or her at all costs.”

“Not customers like him.” Someone who didn’t know Kenzie might think she was a pushover because of her sweet, good-natured personality, but Lindsay knew better. Kenzie was straightforward and not afraid to stand up for herself, which Lindsay admired. “I still cannot believe you wanted to party with him. With the attitude he had during negotiations, I would’ve told him no. So would every other girl here, Bella included. But you were hellbent on fucking him, so I kept negotiating. Money, money, I know . . . you want it. We all do.”

Lindsay lowered her gaze, the shame and humiliation of last night digging into her like sharp claws. “I’ll remember that for next time, I guess.”

Kenzie leaned back in the rocking chair and got more comfortable. “That guy is a prime example of why Allan, Jeremy, the bartenders at night . . . someone is always listening in during our negotiations and usually the party itself via surveillance. Allan was on red alert the moment Eric walked through the front door. He said he almost asked him to leave a few minutes after he showed up.”

“I wish he did,” Lindsay mumbled.

“The alternative to working in a brothel is street hooking. Meeting some random guy in a casino, for example, going up to his hotel room, and him fucking you up something fierce if things don’t go right. There’s no Allan, no Jeremy to protect you, and maybe you wind up in the hospital. Or worse.” Lindsay seemed frightened, so Kenzie reminded her, “You’re safe here. No one is going to harm you. There are usually eight to ten employees in the house at all times and we all look out for one another.”

A wave of apprehension rushed through Lindsay, but she pushed through it. Kenzie has been here for three years and, like Bella, knows what she’s talking about. Eric was a dick, but he didn’t physically assault me, at least.

“I’ll never turn tricks outside the house. Not in a million years,” Kenzie offered. “Lots of girls do — even ones working here now — but I enjoy the feeling of safety the brothel provides and, more importantly, I enjoy my freedom. I don’t want to get arrested and go to jail.”

“Does Bella . . . turn tricks? Illegally?” I’m fascinated by Bella and want to learn everything I can about her.

“Bella? Turning tricks? Bella McCarron? No way.” Kenzie found humor at the absurd thought. “She owns the brothel along with Jeremy; an arrest for solicitation would not only put an end to her career, it would be the death knell for the brothel as well. City council wouldn’t hesitate to revoke its license; Jeremy and Bella, they’d be out of business forever.”

Lindsay nodded. Bella seems too laid-back, too sensible to do anything that would jeopardize herself or her husband. Similar to the CBD oil thing, I guess. Everything she does is safe and legal.

“Get that guy out of your mind. You’ll never see him again. Just call it a learning experience, okay?”

“I don’t want to talk about him anymore.”

“Good. Don’t. Move on.”

“I don’t know if Shannel likes me or not.” Lindsay had a confused expression and pointed way out yonder toward Shannel — an African American stunner — who was doing Pilates in the far corner of the yard. A fitness enthusiast if there ever was one, the 28-year-old could be found exercising every morning (and every evening) in the backyard unless she was with a customer. Shannel would prefer to do her fitness regime at the local health club or go for a nice jog around the block but didn’t want to take the chance with Sheriff Spaeth and his pack of deputy watchdogs lurking at every corner.

“I don’t know what I did wrong to her. Shannel, I mean.” Frustrated, Lindsay had no idea how to deal with conflict. “I said hello to her this morning, and she gave me the meanest, nastiest look. I was like, what the hell? Do you know if she’s mad at me? And if so, for what?”

“No idea,” Kenzie lied.

The truth was Shannel etlik escort bitched and threw a temper tantrum in front of Payton, Kimmy, Sydney, and Abigail last evening after Eric chose Lindsay during the lineup. Kenzie heard about it afterward and knew that word would soon trickle down to Jeremy and Bella (if it hadn’t already.) Allan was well aware of the situation, too.

“I am sick and tired of that little brat!” Shannel complained to the others. “Eighteen and comes in here and thinks she runs the fucking joint! Thinks every customer should choose her during every lineup like she’s somehow better than us. Bullshit! Goes off and pouts in the corner like a child when she gets passed over! Entitled, self-centered little cunt! Thinks everything is all about her. Her mommy and daddy probably spoon-fed her and gave her everything she ever wanted until the day she moved out. Well, guess what, girlfriend? Things aren’t that way in the real world! Time to fucking grow up!”

“I don’t think Kayleigh is that bad,” Sydney offered. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion.”

“She’s a kid, Shannel,” Payton tried to remind her. “Only 18. Everything here is all new to her, so foreign to anything she’s ever known, and I doubt Kayleigh realizes she’s giving that impression. None of us enjoy being passed over in a lineup . . . you included. Give her time. Bella said she was going to talk to her about handling her emotions better and the way she presents herself.”

“Kayleigh is exhibit A of why I fucking hate turnouts! Clueless bitches! They come here with the idea that all they gotta do is lie on their backs and count the money as it keeps pouring in. They think all the tricks they’ll fuck are polite, older versions of the boys they fucked back home, they smell of breath mints and nice cologne, and everything is wonderful, it’s peachy. But soon enough reality sets in and these fucking turnouts get put to the ultimate test.

“Look at the way Kayleigh stutters and blushes and stares at the carpet during lineups! And she goes off and cries when she isn’t chosen. Kayleigh will not make it here! She needs to go back to wherever the hell it is she came from — California, I guess — ask her mommy and daddy for a diaper change and be put back into her crib! Permanently!”

“Wow. That’s a little rough, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not!” Shannel fired back at Payton.

“I don’t think Kayleigh is going anywhere,” Kimmy chimed in. “Bella is sweet on her. You know she controls Jeremy and his thoughts. He’d never send her packing unless Bella agreed to it first.”

Abigail nodded. “Bella is in love with Kayleigh.”

“Then fuck Bella, too!” Shannel had a hair-trigger temper that could go off at any time. She was an angry person and tended to go into a noisy, expletive-laden tirade over the simplest things.

Shannel led a tough life in recent years. When away from the brothel, she double dipped as a street hooker in New York City and had a long history of cocaine, rehab, chlamydia and trichomoniasis infections, prison sentences, and failed relationships. Those hardships had taken a toll, and she wasn’t always the most pleasant person to deal with.

Still, Shannel was cordial and attentive toward her customers, and made the brothel good money. But a volatile pot of wrath was always brewing beneath her surface, and everyone was wary of it.

“I refuse to work at a house where some little 18-year-old newbie thinks she’s better and more deserving than everyone else! Fucking Kayleigh! That little cunt couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes! I’ve been doing this for close to a decade and never once have I thought I was entitled to anything! I’ve fucking worked for everything I’ve ever gotten in life and always treated all the other working girls — especially the older ones when I was young myself — with respect! That’s how I’ve survived this long!”

“I’d leave Shannel alone for a couple of days,” Kenzie advised Lindsay in the current time. “Don’t talk to her; don’t look at her. She goes into these moods and you gotta let them pass. Who knows? Shannel might’ve had a bad party herself last night. My suggestion is to be nice, be courteous and respectful, do your thing, and things will be fine in the end. Trust me, okay? Remember, we’re all in this together. We working girls need to support one another as best we can.”

Lindsay frowned. “Because no one else will.”

“Hmm, this was good. It hit the spot,” Bella commented as she savored the final few bites of her vegan salad. “Are you going to order a slice of chocolate cake?”

Jeremy appeared crestfallen. “What? You mean I don’t get to have your spicy, red-hot chalupa for dessert?”

“OhmiGod,” Bella whispered in an intense giggling fit, glancing around the restaurant and praying no one heard what he’d just said. “Will. You. Stop.”

“What?” Jeremy grinned and held both hands out innocently. “I love dining in at Taco Bella.”

Bella laughed and swatted his arm. “Stop being silly!”

“The chocolate cake here is heavenly, but I think I’m going to pass on it this time.” Jeremy reached across the table, squeezed Bella’s wrist, and gazed into her eyes. His voice turned serious. “I love you, sweetheart, and I’ve enjoyed these 24 hours we’ve had away from the house.”

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One girl’s introduction to the adult entertainment industry

It was the evening, and night, that changed my life. Then I wasn’t rich, now I’m pretty wealthy. Then I wasn’t that confident with other people, now I’ll assert myself with anybody who tries to tell me different. So, in such a life changing environment I thought I should at least write it down so that I can look back and see just how and when, so much changed for me.

I’d rung an old college friend, a girl I hadn’t seen for some years. She and I had been in the same sorority and had gotten on pretty well together. In fact, we’d had some pretty wild times. It had been the first time that I’d lived away from home and although I was by no means a virgin; there had been three previous guys, by the end of that first semester I was certainly into sex in a big way and I couldn’t count my further conquests on the fingers of two hands. But a girl has to be careful as it’s all too easy to get a slutty reputation and that was one thing I wasn’t going to do.

Nor was Susie. I’ll call her that; it’s not her real name as some guys out there may recognize it and this account is personal. I’m not going to give you my name either for reasons you’ll see later on. Both Susie and I are blonde, around five six and 120 pounds without our clothes on which in those early days was pretty frequent. True, now that we’re in our mid-twenties and given what we now both do to earn a buck, it’s even more frequent; but wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.

She’d answered the phone on the third ring. “Hi, fantastic! How are you? It’s been a long time, what’s happening? Where are you living?” Her questions tumbled out one after another. I explained that I’d been working abroad, that the firm had sadly collapsed and that I’d just returned home to look for work.

“When can we meet? How about coming over to my place? Hey, do you remember those great times we had in college? All those young guys who thought all their dreams had come true when really it was us getting off real good! Yeah, come on over to my apartment, say Thursday. I know what, I’ll make some arrangements for, shall we say, the entertainment?” I hung up wondering what on earth she’d meant, but whatever, knowing Susie it would probably involve sex in one way or another.

Thursday came and I dressed with care. Sexy but classy sexy, not slutty. Black high heels, stockings; always stockings never pantyhose, short black skirt with an electric blue top that plunged pretty deep between my new 35Ds and which meant that a bra was out of the question. Not that that was a problem. When I was abroad I’d had a really good boob job that had boosted my 35Bs to a decent handful and they now stood high and proud on my chest without the slightest trace of sag. For some reason and I still don’t know why, I decided not to wear panties, call it a premonition if you like. I’ve always relished the excitement, the naughtiness, of going out knowing that I’m bare-assed and that no-one else knows.

I rang the bell to her apartment. “Hi,” she answered brightly on the intercom, “Come on up, it’s the penthouse.” Was it now, I thought. She must be doing well for herself. We hadn’t talked about jobs but whatever she did do, it obviously paid well. The door to her apartment was open. “Come on in ,” she called and as I stepped through the door she came out from the kitchen before rushing across to throw her arms around me and kiss me.

“Well, let me look at you. And just look at you! What a sassy, classy girl you look – I could quite eat you! And hey, I don’t remember those – you’ve had a job done there, haven’t you?” Unexpectedly, she reached out and touched my right breast squeezing it gently. “Hey, they’re good, real good, nice feel, I bet they look good, too.” Her hand was soft on my breast and she squeezed gently again before looking me straight in the eyes and then letting go.

“You don’t look too bad, yourself, you know,” I laughed, looking her up and down. And she didn’t, either. Her long blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders and like me, she was wearing a short skirt and a top with a plunging neckline that showed off her boobs to best advantage. “Hey,” I laughed. “Seems like I’m not the only one who’s had some work done!”

“True, but in my line of work, it’s necessary to have more than sufficient up here.” She lifted her hands and cupped her breasts, grinning at me. “Not bad are they? Cost me a packet but they’re the best investment I ever made. OK, so how about a drink? I’ve got some really great Champagne in the refrigerator.”

I sat down on the deep comfortable couch as she went to get the wine. Returning, she poured two glasses and raising her glass, said, “Here’s to us – there’s none like us!” We quickly caught up on old times with Susie occasionally glancing at her watch before we got round to what we were doing now. Having just moved back to the States I explained I was looking for work. “Didn’t you do some modeling when we were at college?” she asked. “I seem to remember something about it helping dikmen escort to pay your way through college.”

“You’re right, though you’re kind to call it modeling,” I responded. “I think the more usual term is glamour modeling. Nothing indecent, you know, just topless stuff, but it sure helped to pay the bills.”

“Mmmm,” she said thoughtfully and changed the topic. It was at least another 20 minutes before we got around to what she was doing. “Oh that’s easy,” she laughed. “This doesn’t come cheap, you know,” waving a hand around the apartment. “I decided a couple of years ago that if I wanted to make some serious money and have some fun while I still looked pretty good then it had to be adult films. Hence, these!” She cupped her hands round her breasts again, this time stroking them gently while looking down at them. Her nipples started to harden under her top. She couldn’t be wearing a bra, I thought.

She looked back up at me, gauging my reaction. “Not bad are they? Like yours really. It’s amazing the effect a little bit of silicone has on guys,” she laughed. I wasn’t totally surprised. She always had liked sex, particularly with well endowed guys, and this was a way to get very well paid for it without being a hooker. She smiled at me. “I hope that doesn’t shock you. It’s a good way to make lots of money while I’m still young and I reckon I’ve got another three or four years and then I’ll do something else in the industry. Maybe produce or start up my own film company.”

I knew from my own modeling days that the industry was quite tough. When you were young and good looking then the money was easy, but unless you were right at the top then it was hard. She was still looking at me. “What?” I said. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’ve done some modeling, how about doing some more? It’s good money and good fun, too. It’s more than just topless nowadays, though, it’s all the way but hey, you get to go to lots of glamorous places – and some not so glamorous ones, too,” she laughed. “You’re real good looking, a genuine blonde – always an asset – great figure, what more could any guy want to look at? You; only without the clothes.

“Or,” she went on, “If you really wanted to make the serious money then you could do as I do. I do adult films. That’s like porno to you and me. Lots of well hung studs and all the sex you can handle.”

I was intrigued. I wasn’t sure that I either wanted to or could do this, but the bills were already starting to mount up and I needed an income and soon. “Stand up,” Susie said. I stood, smoothing my skirt as I did so. “Now turn around real slow so I can see you.” I did as she asked. “Hey, great ass,” she laughed. “Nice and tight, the guys out there like that. Now, take your top off and let me see what you’ve had done.”

I hadn’t expected this but slowly I undid the buttons and peeled it off my shoulders. “Nice tits,” Susie commented as I dropped the top onto the couch. I put my hands up under my breasts and held them out. “Yeah, good move. Guys like that, you know. Seems like you’re holding your tits out for them to come over!” We both laughed and the tension eased. “And how about the rest?” She looked at my skirt.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” I said flushing at the thought that I wasn’t wearing panties.

“Hey, you’re not shy are you? I seem to remember seeing you without clothes quite often when we room-mates.”

“No, it’s just that I’m not wearing … . ” My voice trailed off.

“You mean you don’t have any panties on? Oh, you naughty girl!” she exploded into laughter. “Hell, I’ve seen more pussies and up close and more too, than you’ve had hot dinners!”

Slowly I dropped my skirt to the floor and turned around again. Now I was all but naked in front of her, wearing only stockings and shoes. “Hell, I was sure right, you do have a nice ass!” she cried.

“But you also have a bit of a bush down there. I think we should do something about that. Come with me.” She got to her feet and taking me by the hand we went though to her bedroom and into her bathroom. It had mirror walls and I could see myself in them. It was cooler here and my nipples started to harden partly because of the drop in temperature but also because looking at my naked body from lots of different angles was starting to get me aroused.

“Let me get rid of these,” Susie said as she started to strip off her clothes. She dropped her skirt and lost her panties and stockings. I was right about her not wearing a bra for as she pulled her top off her tits bounced free each with its hardening erect nipple. They did look good. I reached out to touch her. As she felt my hand close around her breast she smiled at me. “Go ahead, touch all you like. They’re real good aren’t they? Mmmm, you got real soft hands. Yessir, you sure know how to touch another woman.”

She drew me into her, our naked bodies touching, our breasts rubbing gently against each other. Where was this going? I thought. Then Susie put a emek escort hand under my chin and lifted my face to hers. Looking me deep in the eyes she slowly brought her mouth down on to mine. My lips opened almost involuntarily and I felt her tongue snake into my mouth as the kiss became deeper and more intimate. My arms were around her and I pulled her tighter into me as our pussy mounds rubbed against each other.

Eventually we broke apart, both breathing heavily from the emotion. We looked at each other. Breaking the sexual tension Susie said, “OK, now we have to do something about that bush of yours. A shower is best.” She turned the shower on in the large cubicle. “Do you want to do it?” she asked handing me a razor and some cream. “Or would you like me to help? It’s normally easier to get someone else to do it for the first time, anyway.”

I nodded, almost afraid to speak at the emotions running through me. I’d just kissed another girl. I mean like, really kissed and what’s more she’d been naked and I’d felt her rub her pussy mound against mine. And I’d liked it. I’d liked it a lot. And I wanted more. I wanted to explore just how far this might go. Little did I expect then what was to happen later in this very apartment. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my stockings off.

Stepping in to the shower I let the warm water splash over my body as Susie started to lather the cream into my bush. Then, with expert strokes she shaved me, taking care not to cut me. She rinsed away the last of the cream. “There, as bare as the day you were born!” I stepped out of the shower to get my full reflection.

“How do you like it? Does it feel good, or what?” Susie was still on her knees in the shower where she’d been shaving my now gleaming pussy. I turned back to her and rubbed my hand across my now bare mound. “Come here honey,” she said quietly. “There’s something I just gotta do.” I moved over in front of her and she lowered her head to my mound and I felt her tongue snake up my slit. I almost jumped. It was unexpected but pleasurable at the same time. Sure, I’ve had guys go down on me lots of times before and it’s something I really like – it gets me off big time – but this was the first time a woman had touched me there.

Somehow, I didn’t pull back so Susie assumed that I liked it. She was right, I did. Again, I felt her tongue touch me there, but this time it was deeper and more insistent. Tentatively, I pulled her head into my body to let her know that I wanted more. Yes, lots more. Her touch was so gentle and yet so erotic for she, as another girl, knew just how to really turn me on. I wanted her to take me all the way and told her so.

“Yeah, hon, I want you too, but not here. C’mon into the bedroom, we got more space and it ain’t so hard on my knees!” In the bedroom she treated me to another of those long, lingering, so erotic kisses, our naked bodies pressed up harder than ever against each other. Gradually she eased me back on to the bed. I scooted to the middle of her king-size and lay back watching her.

She stood at the foot of the bed for a few moments one hand stroking her own pussy while the other massaged her big, heavy breasts. Sure, I’d seen girls masturbate before, but this was somehow being done for me. An invitation? An expression of what she wanted to do to me? I didn’t know, I let my own hand wander down to my pussy lips before slipping one and then two, fingers inside. I spread my legs in front of her so that she could see what I was doing for I could still feel the touch of her tongue on me and I wanted more of it.

She was teasing me now, her hand flashing over her clit as she sought to bring herself off in front of me. “You like watching, don’t you?” She panted. “Like watching this girl get off in front of you?” I nodded, my own feelings starting to build inside my as my fingers continued their work. Suddenly, almost without warning, she climaxed, her juices spurting clear from her pussy as she squirted hard. I’d never seen a girl come like that except on porno films and I suddenly realized that our situation was just like a film.

Still breathing hard she climbed on to the bed and gently pushed my legs further apart before lowering her head between them and running her tongue up my slit. This was what I suddenly wanted so much. “Oh my God,” I said. “Take me, fuck me. Oh, I so need you to get me off, Susie. Fuck my hot little pussy with your tongue!”

She lapped harder and harder at pushing her face deep between my legs and licking up and down my slit, in and out of my pussy and around and around my hard little clit. I was in agony and I was in ecstasy. It was wonderful. “Oh fuck me! Fuck me!” I cried. “Fuck my hot little pussy! Yeah, ohhh yeah! Fuck! Oh I’m coming, arghhh, oh fuck! I’m there! There!” With a final yell my pussy launched into a convulsion, writhing as it orgasmed sending wave after wave of deep pleasure surging through my body. My hands, arms, legs, breasts, even my nipples felt on fire eryaman escort as the orgasm surged through my body. “Oh, fuck!” I cried out, “I’m still coming, oh yeah! Yeah!” Slowly, inevitably, my orgasm slowed but little tremors ran through my body for the next two or three minutes as I gradually came to again. I looked down my body, beyond where my breasts laying heaving on my chest their hard, hard nipples pointing skywards, to where Susie’s face grinned up at me from between my still spread legs.

“I’d say you liked that. Liked being fucked by another girl, didn’t you?” The grin continued. She sat up, studying my body. “Mmmm, you do look good. Good enough to eat as I said!” She laughed. “You really did enjoy that, I could tell. Would you like more?”

“Yes, oh yes, but not yet. I need to recover first. I think another glass of Champagne might do it.”

“OK then. Let’s go through. Here, you probably want something to wear.” Walking over to the large walk-in closet she went in and moments later came out carrying two silk robes. “Catch!” She threw one over to me and I wrapped it round my naked body pulling the top apart to show my cleavage before tying it firmly with its silk belt.

We went back through to the main room with its beautiful panoramic views across the city. Susie topped up our glasses. “Cheers! Here’s to your first time with another girl – may there be many more!”

Almost as if on cue, the intercom rang. “Hi, you’re early, come on up though, I’d say we’re ready for you.” She winked at me. “I said we’d have some entertainment, didn’t I? Only you might want to be a bit more involved now.”

Intrigued, I watched her as she went to open the door. Moments later two real hunky guys and a pretty blonde came in. Both the guys were around six feet with broad shoulders and narrow hips while the girl was, shall we say, stacked, and had a tiny waist with good hips. Her narrow waist served only to accentuate her breasts which must have been at least a DD.

There were introductions all round – the guys were Steve and Peter while the girl was Stella, again none of the names are real for they all still work in adult films. More Champagne was poured and after taking a deep draught Stella said, “Where do I change?”

“Oh, through there, honey, in my bedroom. Sorry, it’s a bit messed up but we had a bit of fun in there just now. My pussy twitched at the thought of the fun we’d just had. It certainly wanted more, either from Susie or maybe from either Peter or Steve, or both. There were possibilities here, I thought.

Stella carried her small bag through to the bedroom while Susie and I chatted with the guys who eyed me up and down quite expectantly. I boldly returned their gazes while imagining their hard bodies under their clothes and thinking about what they might have between their legs. I felt I could do anything now. After all, I’d just been brought off by another girl, a girl who was at the centre of the porn film world, and I had climaxed big-time, mighty big-time.

Stella walked back in to the room wearing what I could only describe as most guys ultimate porn fantasy. She was wearing what appeared to be a series of leather straps joined together by small chrome rings while her DD breasts projected proudly through the straps with each one capped by a small leather patch. There was another small leather patch that covered her pussy. Apart from her high heels, stockings and costume, she was naked.

“Now, the fun begins,” whispered Susie who was sat next to me on the couch sipping Champagne. “You’ll enjoy this, watch.”

The two guys were evidently well programmed. They got to their feet and advanced on Stella. They ran their hands over her body, touching and caressing her gently. She lifted her face to each in turn to kiss and be kissed. They became more intimate, touching her breasts and her pussy mound still hidden behind its cover. They stroked her body around and around, kissing and nibbling on her . She moved her hands down and cupped them in front of her and one of the guys, it was Steve I think, moved in and placed the contents of his groin in her hands.

“Yes,” she breathed at him. “Yes, you’re getting hard for me. Getting ready to fuck me, aren’t you?” He moved away to be replaced by Peter who received the same treatment. “Oh, yes, I can feel how hard you are. Your cock is getting real hard and ready to give me a good fucking.”

Both guys took a step back and pulled off their t-shirts. I had expected good, hard bodies and I wasn’t disappointed. Both these guys worked out, and often, by the look of them. Watching them strip I almost missed Stella who slowly removed the little covers over the tips of her breasts exposing her hard, erect nipples. The guys, it seemed, weren’t the only ones aroused here.

I was getting pretty turned on, as well. This was going to be live sex taking place right in front of me. There was something almost voyeuristic about it. I fully realized that it was for my benefit and that later on I might be able to join in but for the moment I was content to watch. Especially so, as Susie had slid a hand inside my robe and was gently massaging one of my breasts making its nipple tingle as she stroked me. I turned my face to her and kissed her long and deep. She smiled at me. “You like this don’t you? Just as you liked me fucking you with my tongue.”

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Tears. She remembered feeling so damned good, then why were there tears?

A hand brushed through her hair, which was tangled. Another rubbed her naked thigh like it was a colicky baby. And another…

Another hand covered her pussy, a fourth her breast.

“Hey, Jessie,” said Pat, the one up near her head.

“You okay, baby?” asked Mario, from the other end.

“Okay?” she laughed through the tears. “Okay? Sweet Jesus with a hard-on!”

They laughed with her, though neither of them sounded certain they should.

Jessie sat up, her legs slipping off of Mario’s shoulders. She leaned forward and kissed him. “Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

She turned and kissed Pat. “Thank you, too.”

“Welcome.” She could feel him grinning into her lips. “So. We done for the night?”

She blinked at him. “Aw, fuck no!”

“Good.” He stood and held out his hand to her. “Come on. Unless you want to fuck us fuckin’ dry in here.”

“Nah.” She peered out the window, but the outside was black. “Where we at?” Mario stood behind her, his hands on her hips, where her dress was slowly working its way back down.

Slipping out the door, Pat gave a grunt of a laugh. “A place where we can make all the noise we want, and nobody’s going to hear us.”

Curious, nervous, Jessie followed Pat out the door and was confronted by smell of pine and, overhead, the bright river of light that was the Milky Way.

They were on a mountain top. There were plenty of those around the town — but this one looked familiar. Turning her head, Jessie saw a dark shape thrusting up into the dark night. “Oh!”

“Yup.” Pat squeezed her hand.

Stepping out out of the car, Mario took the other. “A fire spotting tower?”

“Yeah,” sighed Jessie. They were on the same sides they’d been on walking to the car. It was… sweet. “Andy volunteered up here when he was in school.”

“Me too, for a couple of months,” murmured Pat. “Forestry Commission. Summer before my senior year of college and I thought it would be fun. Spent most of the time reading the same four books over and over and whacking off, dreaming about getting a visit from a six-foot blonde goddess of a full-blown woman with her dress falling off.”

Pleased and embarrassed, Jessie tried to cover her bare boobs, but of course only managed to pull her two boys’ hands to them. They didn’t seem to mind.

When they began to caress her — Mario gently, Pat more aggressively — she sure as hell didn’t mind either.

But as the fire started to catch again, Jessie decided that it was time for her to take control. Or at least try. She peeled their hands away from her and stepped toward the stairs that led up to the tower. As she walked, she pushed her dress down over her hips and let it fall to the pine-needle-covered ground. (It’s black. I can clean it later. Fuck it.) Stepping out of it, she turned and leaned back against the metal i-beam holding up the tower at the corner next to the stairs. For a moment, feeling the moonlight splashing over her body, taking in their stunned expressions, she did feel like a goddess. A bit. “Either of y’all gonna join me?”

For a moment, she stood there, buck-naked in her low pumps, there at the top of King Mountain; the air flowed over her flowering pussy, still warm, but cooler than down in the valley, and Jessie felt her skin erupt in goose pimples.

The two beşevler escort men sauntered toward her, shedding their uniforms as they came. With the moon behind them, it looked like they were shedding layers of themselves — jackets first, shirts… Mario’s silhouette was a bit taller and leaner; Pat was broad-shouldered…

But when their bare chests pressed against her bare chest and their mouths latched onto her throat, her ears, the differences blurred into a haze of moon-washed sensation, and heat and wet and sound flowed through Jessie, and she was blind.

Ma and Danielle liked to read those god-awful Harlequins and Mills & Boons, with their throbbing manhoods and their weeping womanhoods. Fuck that shit. Somewhere around five years into Jessie’s marriage to Booger, one of the girls at the store had turned her onto smut: to stories featuring cocks and cunts and lots and lots of FUCKING. Just what she wasn’t getting in real life. She’d bought herself a Kindle for Booger to give her as a birthday present and nobody had any idea what she was reading that was keeping her so happy.

Or kept her sneaking off to the girls’ room so often.

And she’d discovered that her favorite stories always involved a woman with a man in uniform. Well, in uniform for a while. Cop. Military. Firefighter, like her snot-nosed little brother. Even better, two men in uniform. For a while.

And here she was: living the story.

And holy FUCK, it was better than the fucking books.

Two very different mouths latched onto her tits at the same moment that two very different hands slid up between her goose-pimply thighs and began to stroke her pussy lips.

Much better than the fucking books.

Not wanting to lose herself completely, not wanting all of this to end, to turn out to be some sort of bizarre dream or something, Jessie decided she wouldn’t be like the girls in most of her stories — lying back and enjoying themselves, letting themselves get carried away on the waves of feeling — Jessie ran her hands down the men’s rippling, bare ribs to their still-uniformed hips. To their crotches.

A long, thin pair of fingers pushed themselves up into her slick, welcoming cunt while a muscled thumb began to whir over her clit, and a sound exploded from Jessie that she was pretty sure they’d heard all the way down in the valley. All the way down in fucking Atlanta.

And she really didn’t fucking care.

But she did want…

Sliding her unsteady hands up to the tops of the two flies, she popped the buttons, unzipped the trousers, and yanked out two…

Two throbbing manhoods. Two rods of velvet-wrapped steel. Two massive, moist-tipped members.

She grabbed the two cocks, glorying in their size: both big — one long enough that the head bounced against the bottom of her tit, the other thick enough that her not-tiny hand just closed around it at the root.

They groaned into her breasts, and she gloried in that too. Gloried in the feeling of their hands twitching, even as they continued to pleasure her.

Throbbing. She was beginning to throb now, her cunt — her weeping womanhood — beginning to tighten involuntarily around Mario’s fabulously invasive fingers, her clit beginning to pulse against Pat’s thumb.

No. No.

She’d already come once — hell, twice really, once when they’d büyükesat escort had her against Pa’s shed, and once in the back seat, and she wanted a cock inside of her. Cocks inside of her.

She was the goddess, damn it, and the goddess wanted to be fucked.

She pushed their pelvises, still gripping their cocks, and they both stumbled back and blinked at her. Jessie’s body grumbled at the disappearance of all those amazing fingers, but fuck it. Her body was gonna get what it wanted.

Steering Mario so that he had to sit on the wide staircase up the tower, Jessie turned toward him and knelt between his knees. She gave Pat’s thick erection a squeeze and let go; she trusted that he’d know what to do with it.

Mario’s eyes were wide. It made Jessie’s heart flutter, somehow, and she leaned forward and kissed him. “Can I eat you?” She stroked the length of him. “Pretty baby?”

He nodded, his wide eyes still locked on hers, his mouth open wide. Funny: he didn’t look at all like an idiot.

As she began to lower her mouth to him, she waggled her ass and whispered over her shoulder, “Consider yourself welcome, Captain. Make yourself at home.” Then, holding Mario’s long, dark cock steady, she sucked him into her mouth.

Mario hissed.

Pat grunted. “Jesus Christ.” There was a rustling sound. “I appreciate the invitation. You shaking your beautiful ass at me seemed like a good hint, but it’s good to know.” Jessie heard his trousers fall to his feet, heard the sound of latex unrolling over his cock.

Yeah, Jessie thought with a full-mouthed grin, this is gonna be GOOD. And she focussed on sucking at Mario’s cock head, tracing the edges with her tongue. She was holding him up with one of her ridiculous, man-like hands, but her lips still couldn’t quite reach her fingers. Damn.

Deacon’s cock had been maybe as long, but it hadn’t ever gotten all of the way hard like this. She wasn’t sure she could take all of this into her body — anywhere in her body — but she was damned sure looking forward to trying. For now, she enjoyed the soft smoothness of him. Velvet on steel.

And then she felt two strong hands run up the flesh of her thighs, her hips. Felt Pat’s lips touch surprisingly gently against the base of her spine, and then kiss their way up until she felt his belly sliding against her back, his muscled thighs against the backs of hers, and his cock sliding up against her open pussy. “You ready to get it from both ends, Jessie?” he whispered, tickling the back of her neck. The head of his cock spread her already wide lips even further.

She moaned and nodded atop Mario’s cock, which made Mario hiss again.

“You okay me going first, Billings?”

Mario gave a high, breathy laugh. “Age… before beauty, Cap.” Then Jessie sucked more of him into her mouth. “I ain’t… complaining.”

“I bet. Age into beauty, that’s what I think.” And then Pat grabbed hold of Jessie’s fluffy hips and pressed himself into her.

Full. He didn’t push all of the way in — couldn’t have on the first go, wide as he was — but a wonderful, overwhelming feeling of fullness flooded her senses. The pressure of Pat pushing into her drove her mouth further onto Mario’s rod, and it felt like all of Jessie’s insides were overflowing with cock.

Cocks.

Two.

It had been so long since çankaya escort Jessie’s had one cock inside of her — Deacon’s barely passed her lips before he spurted and passed out. And that last time with Booger was almost two years ago, and his wasn’t even as thick as her thumb, but this…

Pat grunted, pushing further into her, spreading Jessie’s hymn-singing pussy, making her mouth open wider in sympathy, and driving Mario deeper into her mouth.

“Jessie!” moaned the man in front of her, stroking her hair like he was petting a scared cat, while the man behind panted, pulled his beautiful, gorgeous, fabulous tree trunk of throbbing manhood back out of her just enough to make Jessie whimper at the loss, and then thrust into her again, beginning a steady rhythm that made Jessie literally see stars spinning around Mario’s belly button, which was a lot closer than it had been.

Without stopping his thrusts, Pat grunted, “Feel… okay… Jessie?”

She wanted to scream Fuck, yes! or sing Gospel or something, but her mouth was blessedly full, and all she could do was moan and nod.

Mario, who was whispering Jessie’s name over and over, reached out and took her breasts in those amazing, long fingers. At the same moment, Pat let go of one of her hips and let his hand slide around to her clit.

If she’d ever been proud of anything, Jessie had always been proud of her ability to multi-task. To balance three spreadsheets while handling email and talking to Danielle about little RJ’s colic. To cook four different dishes in two different pots, a frying pan, and a slow cooker while cleaning the kitchen and doing her nails. To give Booger a blowjob that had him taking the Lord’s name seriously in vain while planning out the next day’s shopping and getting herself off (since no one else would bother).

Okay: she was proud of her blowjobs, too.

But she was barely aware of this one, though the swelling head of Mario’s cock was well past her molars and spit was pouring out around it. Here she was, having an experience she really, really hoped she’d remember for the rest of her life, and the sensation was literally short-circuiting her. She couldn’t keep the feelings straight, let alone her own actions. It was as if all of the pleasure she’d been so desperate for over the last year — rubbing herself up against Sean like an idiot, pulling Deacon back up to her childhood room, lying there night after night with her Kindle in one hand while the other worked away at her pussy — all of the sex she had ever wanted had come crashing down on her all at once and she couldn’t remember whose hand was whose, or who was making what sound or where they were or…

And then one of them — Mario — screamed “JESSIE!” and clutched at her tits, and a flood of hot spooge poured down her throat, and amazing as that felt too, Jessie considered for a moment that she might drown up there on the top of King Mountain. And considered that dying that way wouldn’t be all that bad a way to go.

But Mario pulled out of her mouth, and semen and saliva spilled out onto her neck and chest as he lifted her up — Pat still pounding into her — and she coughed and spit, but she was breathing, and there was still a big, thick cock driving up into her, and fingers on her clit, and fingers on her tits, and Mario was kissing her and eternity beckoned and —

And Pat growled and thrust hard into her, lifting her to her toes, and fingers on her clit and on her tits and her tongue in Mario’s mouth, his cum, and —

And eternity was now, after all. Just like the preacher said.

And Jessie stayed standing, but it was just because her men were holding her up. She was boneless. Muscle-less. A cloud of satisfaction floating between them.

YES.

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Tash bent over the counter in the kitchen whilst the party cheered. She had her bum stuck out whilst Ness and one of the other party goers held kitchen utensils.

They’d been playing a spanking game on everyone and now it was her go to get whacked.

Jack stood videoing it on his phone, enjoying watching his girlfriend get spanked by two other women, even if it was only for fun and not sexual. He felt the odd small pulse in the shaft of his cock as it happened before him.

As the party kept on going so did the drinking with everyone getting drunker and drunker.

Gradually the guest began to leave as couples or groups eventually leaving just Ness waiting on her taxi in Jack and Tasha’s house.

Finally she relented and phone the taxi company to find out what was happening only to be told he had broken down and it would be an hour before they could get her another one.

“Fuck’s sake, taxi’s going to be another hour!” She drunkenly whined.

“Ha! Sucks to be you!” Teased Jack.

“It’s fine,” Tash told her, “just stay here if you need to. Do you want some more to drink? I can get you another vodka?”

“Oh god, maybe not vodka, it gets me all worked up and horny!” She giggled.

Tash looked at her slightly supposed but also giggled along with her in her own drunk state.

“Well at least I might get my go at spanking you back then if I get you another vodka!” Tash said.

“Oh, no! I want to try it with my hand, I’ve never done that before and it looks fun!”

Jack felt the pulse in his cock again and hoped this was about to go where he wanted it to. His girlfriend and a hot blonde who just admitted to being horny…

“Ye go on Tash, see if she can leave a hand print on you!” He smiled as he said it seeing Tash shrug, turn round and offer her round thick ass up to Ness.

Ness gave a whoop and quickly pinched her bum before saying loudly “1,…2,…3…”

Slap! Ness’s hand slapped across one cheek of Tash’s round ass giving off a loud smacking sound. Tash gave a quick squeak mixed with a whelp, a mixture of pleasure and suppose.

“Fuck it” thought Jack,” may as well see how far this can go, I can always stroke my cock to the thoughts and cum hard over myself if it goes nowhere.”

He went over to his girlfriend and looked Ness in the eyes, “Works better without the dress, you can see the hand print better.”

He slid up Tash’s dress, surprised at her not resisting or pushing his hand off. As it slid up Ness could see black mesh knickers, sexy but not slutty covering her ass.

Watching Jack reveal his girlfriend like this to her, she suddenly felt a wetness approaching mixed with a little flutter.

“Go on Ness, give it to me again, see if you can leave a print on the other cebeci escort cheek!” Tash goaded.

Ness placed her hand over Tash’s big round bum noticing how soft and warm it felt below her skirt, she hadn’t noticed before. Her hand lingered for a moment and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Jacks crotch through his jeans. Either his cock was really big when soft of he was getting turned on watching! That thought only help excite her more as she licked her lips before giving Tash a final hard spank.

Tash yelped with pleasure again, spanking always felt good when she was a bit drunk.

She turned round and noticed her boyfriends cock bulging.

“And what’s that!” She proclaimed.

Her inhibitions about pointing it out gone from drinking gin all night.

She quickly grabbed it though his jeans.

“Oh my god Ness! Look he’s such a perv.”

“True.” said Ness half staring half giggling. “But it is kind of hot.”

“Of course it’s hot watching two girls spank each other!” he protested. “Only thing hotter is of you two kissed!”

Tash shrugged “Fine then.” Looked at Ness and pulled her towards her.

Ness had no clue what was coming next but suddenly found herself kissing Jack’s girlfriend in front of him.

“Holy fuck, this is hot!” Ness thought. She was now getting really wet, she could feel it though her own lace knickers.

As they pulled apart Tash said, “Go on then, take your cock out, we want to see how hot you really think it was! In fact, you’re always getting naked at party’s for a laugh, why don’t you do it now, seeing as your boxers won’t fit round your cock soon!”

At the sound of this the blood pumped heavily to Jack’s cock. He could feel the thick veins struggling against his boxers. As quick as he could he stripped. Happy to free up his thick hard cock. He could feel it pulsing in front of the girls and loved that they were both staring at it as the pre cum began to drip.

He quickly ran his finger over and sucked the pre cum off, leaving no room for doubt that he was horny, ready for this to go further and just incase Ness hadn’t realised, he was happy to experiment!

“Why don’t you kiss round my cock then?” He asked.

Without a seconds hesitation Ness dropped and greedily started licking the thick shaft. Tash followed suit, seemingly unworried that another girl was tonguing her man’s cock.

Tash grabbed the shaft and began to wank it into Ness’s mouth, he free hand squeezing her own tits.

She stood up and pulled off her dress revealing round tits squashed into a push up bra, quickly unclasping it she ripped it off to show her big tits off. He thick nipples were as hard as bullets and she pinched at one çukurambar escort as she began to run her clit.

This was happening so fast Ness didn’t know what to do. She decided to just keep getting as much of Jacks thick cock into her mouth as she could. Her tongue roamed round it and she could feel the pulsating head of his cock, taste the constant flow of pre cum from him as he ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her mouth round more of his cock.

“Jesus this is hot, seeing you get your cock sucked is making me drip babe! I wanna cum watching you get sucked off!”

“Fuck yeah, she’s so good at sucking,! Let me see you play with your tits whilst she blows me!”

Ness looked up though a mouthful of cock, dripping wet at the sudden dirty talk. As turned on as she was by Jack’s cock, Tash stood there rubbing her clit in nothing but her knickers was turning her on just as much. She suddenly realised she wanted to suck Tash’s tits as well as Jack’s cock. She felt like a perv mixed with a slut and the thought made her heart race with excitement.

Looking up at Tash’s round tits she suddenly noticed a little white bead at the end of the nipple she was squeezing! What was that? Was that milk!?!

Tash didn’t realise but Jack had been trying to get her to produce milk by sucking and playing with her boobs as often as he could. It looked like it had started to work!

Suddenly milk began to drip out of the breast tash was squeezing as her body began to shake with her first orgasm. She flushed red all over and milk ran down her breast.

“Oh my god let me suck those tits!” Ness begged.

Tash still hadn’t seen her milk yet but pushed her tit into Ness’s mouth. Her sucking helped it flow and before long both breasts were leaking sweet milk.

Suddenly she realised what was happening, she felt both shocked and turned on. Both Ness and Jack were almost drooling at the sight of her milk filled tits.

“Oh so you two like this do you? You pair of pervs!”

Ness quickly pulled off her top and bra as fast as she could and begged to be sprayed with Tash’s milk. What had come over her, this was such a pervy thing to do!

“Please tash, give me some milk! I fucking love it!”

“Ok” agreed tash, “but I want to see you get Jack off some more too!”

Ness dropped to her knees in front of him and began to stroke his cock, kissing and licking the tip, all the time Tash was spraying them with her milk.

“God there’s so much of it” Jack said, breathless.

“Well you two had best start drinking some then!” Tash said, and she pulled them both to her chest, loving how fast they both latched on to her with simultaneous sucking motions.

She could demetevler escort feel the milk exiting her and imagined what they must feel like having mouths filled up with sweat tit milk.

As they began to empty her of milk she could see it dripping down their chins. She wanted some. She wanted to taste that sweet milk. She leaned forward and licked it off her man before dropping to Ness’s tits and letting it pour from her mouth over her hard nipples. As it ran down she dropped and slurped it back up swallowing as she did so.

Jack’s cock with still hard, he needed to cum, and so far Ness hadn’t had chance to.

“Right” tash said taking control, “I want Jack to cum all over your tits whilst you play with yourself… then I’m going to clean you up as you’re such a dirty girl!” She winked, as Ness unbuttoned her jeans and did as she was told, gently swirling her fingers over her clit, she knew she would cum the instant Jack’s thick spunk fired from his cock. She wanted it to build and be a heavy gushing orgasm.

Jack clearly wanted the same as he kept stopping his stroking and cradled his balls every now and then. He was clearly trying to build up as much cum for Ness as he could.

“Good” she thought, “I want his cum to coat me” she said out loud, “I want to be a dirty cum slut so you can clean me up Tash, come on, lick your man’s hot spunk off my tits whilst I cum!”

That sent Tash over the edge and another wave of orgasm hit her. She almost screamed with pleasure as she saw it sending Jack over the edge too!

His thick cock began to erupt. Spurt after spurt of cum flew from his cock all over Ness. He kept pumping it hard trying to soak her as much as possible.

Tash was pleased to see how much cum he had, there must have been 15 or 16 thick shots of cum spray Ness. Both her tits were drenched, her nipples could no longer be seen though the cum and ropes of spunk had hit her face. It had dropped over her cheeks and onto her lips.

As Ness began to rub her clit as hard and fast as she could tash quickly went to work cleaning her man’s cum off her. Slurping it up from her nipples and using her hands to scoop whatever she could up, though glazed eyes rolling in her head Ness suddenly realised that Tash was scooping it into Jack’s hungry mouth.

He lapped it up smiling, still stroking his cock. Whatever cum was left on Ness’s hard nipples was soon licked up by him.

“Holy fuck!” she thought. “I’ve never seen or heard of a guy do that! That’s so fucking hot!” And she Began to cum again. Just as she did Tash started to lick the cum from Ness’s face and quickly pulled Jack in.

His tongue helped tash roam round before the two of them pushed their cum soaked mouths against Ness. The three of them began to kiss, cum rolling from one mouth to another, hands all over each other.

Ness and Tash sat back breathless, Jack tried to stand up but gave up and knelt down instead. His cock was still rock hard Ness noticed. The three of them all looked at each other smiling without saying a word.

Suddenly ness’s phone began to beep.

“Shit the fucking taxi!” she said.

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My wife and I have been together for ten years. As most other relationships, it has had its ups and downs. She is quite a bit younger than me which amazes several of my friends. I would say we are pretty normal and have our daily routines with work and family. Before we were more outgoing and adventurous and on each other like rabbits day in and day out. With time that has changed and lessened as family and work took a bit more priority in our lives.

Jessica is very petite and well figured. She is short with very light milky skin. She has beautiful long blonde hair with large blue eyes and lovely kissing lips. She has a beautiful 34D chest with a beautiful firm ass and legs. I enjoy working-out, so I can definitely say I get lots of compliments from the ladies even though I am in my late 40’s. I am 5’10” with medium to muscular build.

We don’t really do much now these days as I work long hours and there are four children at home to look after. Occasionally some of our friends come over for dinner or for parties. I have never taken too much to her friends as they are a bit irresponsible and immature. Although they have hot bodies on them I have always liked when they do come to visit for that reason only.

One day as I got home a bit early from work, some of Jessica’s friends were over visiting. As I walked in the front door Janie was standing speaking with my wife and Amber, another one of her friends. Janie has always been very outgoing and flirtatious. She loves attention. Today in particular I did not mind this at all as she was dressed very revealing in her tight workout clothes. She has a body like my wife’s but on a bit larger scale. She is probably a 36DD and has a larger ass and thicker legs than my wife. She immediately turned to me and gave me a tight hug. Her large breasts were pressing up against my abs as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi Mark…How are you doing?”

I could smell her perfume that was absolutely wonderful.

“Great and you Janie?”

I quickly looked at her ample breasts as her low cut shirt was struggling to keep them from being exposed.

“Well I am back on the market side,” she said.

Janie had come to visit my wife as she was a little depressed since her seven year relationship with her boyfriend had ended.

“Hi Honey.. Hi Amber. Honey I’m gonna go upstairs to shower and change for dinner.” As I headed upstairs I heard Janie say

“Oh… I wish I could shower and get comfy.”

The girls just giggled. In my head I pictured Janie taking a shower and watching her lather herself as soap ran down her huge breasts and large ass.

After showering and relaxing a bit I came down for dinner as my wife’s company had already left. Our four children were at my in laws visiting so it would just be my wife and I for dinner.

Over dinner Jessica explained that Janie was a little down about her ankara olgun escort failed relationship and was wanting to go out clubbing. Jessica laughed and went on to tell me that Janie was sexually frustrated as it had been a few months since her separation from her boyfriend.

Jessica laughed lightly as she said “I jokingly told her how you are wanting to have sex almost everyday and I never have the energy anymore. I am only up for it once a week.”

She then went on to mention how Janie told her how lucky she was and wished she could get laid at least that often even though it really wasn’t much. Again giggling she said “Well Janie then help me out with him!” I couldn’t believe what I heard as I responded “You told her what?”

“Yes sometimes in my mind I wish someone would step in to help me with all your sexual desires, because your sex drive is way above mine.”

Again in my mind I quickly day dreamed of how that would go if she really allowed me to fuck Janie. I was a bit aroused at the idea. We jokingly discussed the subject a bit and went on with our normal night.

A few weeks passed by and all continued normal as always. I was at work on a Friday afternoon when my wife sent me a text asking if I wanted to go out with her friends for some dinner and drinks. “It’s going to be a few couples and Janie and Amber” she texted.

I agreed to it since we had not been out in quite a while. I arrived home that evening at about 7:00 pm and as always I went upstairs to shower and relax a bit. About 8:30 pm the door bell rang and I heard “Hey doll how are you doing?” It was Janie and Amber. As I walked down the stairs I saw Janie In a very provocative and sexy black skin tight little dress and stilettos. She was holding a bottle of grey goose vodka. She turned and said “Hey Mark are you and Jessica ready to have some fun tonight?” as she held up the bottle of vodka. I simply responded “Always.”

We all had a drink and chatted a bit then the girls went up with my wife to help her get ready. When the three of them came down I was just numb at what I was seeing. They all looked very hot wearing their singles “Let’s Fuck outfits” as I would call them. I told my wife how hot she was and made a nice compliment to Janie and Amber as well so as not to hurt anyone’s feelings. We waited for the cab as we finished our drinks. I went in front and the girls went in the back. The ride was full of giggles and laughs.

Upon arriving at the restaurant for dinner we met up with some mutual friends of ours for dinner. We all sat at a large table with my wife next to me and Janie on the other side. It was great having dinner and drinks with our friends. We all had at least three drinks. I have a high tolerance for alcohol. Janie and Jessica were already slurring a bit in their speech as they can’t handle their ankara ucuz escort liquor as much.

Janie would occasionally hit me or grab my arm after my funny comments while at the dinner table. I could tell she was in need of some sexual attention.

We all decided to go dancing at a club that played awesome 80’s and 90’s music. I could not keep my eyes off Jessica. She was looking smoking hot! I tried to glance at Janie whenever I saw that Jessica wasn’t looking as her breasts were also struggling to bust out. I would catch her looking at me from time to time.

We all grabbed drinks and went to a large couch along the edge towards a corner of the club. The waitress was very nice and great at keeping us happy with whatever we needed. Immediately my wife and Janie asked for us all to go dance, so I finished the last bit of my drink and headed with everyone to the dance floor. We hadn’t gone dancing in a while, but I still had all my great rhythm. Jessica, Janie and Amber were dancing together with me when Jessica began to sandwich me between her and Janie. I was bumping and grinding with Jessica when she grabbed me and asked me to turn around to grind with Janie. I was a bit dumbfounded but was not about to fight her on her request. We bumped and grinded for a bit and then I felt my wife begin massaging my ass and arms. She then moved her hands to start touching my semi erected hardon.

“Oh honey I like what I am feeling.”

She then started caressing Janie’s thighs and ass slowly moving her hands up to start feeling the sides of her huge breasts. Janie turned her head to the side to look back at me.

“Mark are you having fun with us?”

“Of course Janie, but that isn’t me touching you that’s Jessica.”

At that point my wife grabbed my arms and lead my hands to Janie’s ass and guided them up to her large breasts.

I felt her breath from behind my right ear as she said, “Honey play with her a little…have fun! We all need it.”

She went back to grabbing my cock, but now was beginning to grab at it more and caress it more over my pants. By this point my cock was hard as a rock. I was busy touching Janie and my wife simultaneously along with the music. By this time I had not noticed that Amber had left to another area of the dance floor with some guy she met. The other couples were back at the table having some drinks.

The club was packed, filled with smoke, and dark other than when the lights went on with the music. Janie, Jessica and I had worked ourselves to a back corner of the club dancefloor that was decently hidden from everyone as there was a half wall where the mezzanine dancefloor was. It was so packed with people dancing everywhere.

Everyone was too busy having a good time to be able to notice or even try to see what was going on around them.

Jessica ankara yabancı escort unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock as we continued dancing.

“Honey I have a little confession to make please don’t be mad,” Jessica said.

“What is it baby?” I replied confused and numb as she was stroking my cock.

“Well remember that night I told you about Janie’s sexual frustration?”

“Yes, why?” I was so excited.

“Well I talked it over with her and asked if she would really be interested in fucking you from time to time so that you would be pleased, she would be pleased and I would get a little help. I am always so tired and not up for sex as much as you would like.” I could not respond. With one hand she was stroking my hard cock and with the other hand she put her finger over my lips so that I simply agreed. She grabbed Janie to come around and dance facing the crowd as my back was against the wall. Jessica was between us now and she turned facing Janie as she started lifting her dress, moving her thong to one side and bending over as she held on to Janie’s waist. She backed up a bit and guided my cock to her dripping wet pussy.

I could not believe this was happening. I thought I was dreaming. Janie turned a bit to look back at us as Jessica was holding on her waist as I began fucking her wet pussy.

“O my God that is so fucking hot!’

“Wow you both are so lucky!”

Amidst me pumping Jessica she responded,

“Janie you are gonna be just as lucky, just remember he’s mine.”

Janie was so aroused that her huge nipples were bulging at her chest almost revealing themselves. After fucking Jessica for a few minutes she came all over my dick that the juices dripped off my cock onto the floor. She slowly slid off my cock pulled her dress down and began to jerk me off. I was almost ready to cum

“O Baby! Yes I’m gonna cum hard!” I screamed since nobody would be able to hear.

Jessica grabbed Janie and pulled her to me. Janie got down on her knees took over my cock and began sucking it.

She looked up at me and said, “You both taste so good!” She was touching her breasts and pussy over her dress as she sucked my hard dripping cock. Jessica was out of energy but was trying her best to keep with the rhythm of the music while caressing Janie’s head, neck, back and breasts. I could not hold it any more. Janie was fingering herself as I shot my huge load of into her mouth. She continued until every last drop was sucked off my cock.

“Oh baby! That was fucking great Mark!” Janie shouted with a huge smile.

She leaned in to kiss my neck then turned and gave Jessica a nice five second kiss.

The three of us composed ourselves and continued dancing a bit before we headed back with everyone for some more drinks. After a while we all decided to head home. Well Janie, Jessica, and I would head back home in a cab for the after party as Amber was going to stay with her new friend.

Our other friends were calling it a night. As we walked out of the club, the girls looked at each other as they were hugging each other so as not to stumble so much and kept giggling. As we headed home in a cab Janie leaned over and said, “I want more Mark.” Both women then shouted “Its gonna be an after party…!”

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The following week passed slowly…too slowly! I felt horny as hell and couldn’t wait for Saturday evening and Roger’s visit. I didn’t see much of him at the office, he seemed to be keeping a very low profile, I put it down to him thinking I might change my mind and call things off – not bloody likely!

Barry seemed a bit worried about what might happen, he tried to get me to change my mind but I told him it was something I needed to do, something I wanted to experience. One night while we were lying in bed he confessed that he thought I might not love him any more, I told him “Barry…I love you so much, whatever happens on Saturday with Roger…nothing will change between us, I’ll always love you and I will always be with you” I confessed to him that I had dreamed and fantasised often of something like this happening. “It’s only about fun Barry…can’t you see that? Last Saturday made me feel so horny, it was exciting…it made me feel young again, sexy!…to be truthful with you Barry, our sex life was going a bit stale…it was getting predictable” Barry took his hand from mine and looked away. “Well I’m sorry Pam…I didn’t realise I bored you so much…you should have told me sooner, you’re saying I’m a crappy lover – is that it?” I took hold of his hand again and snuggled up against him. “C’mon Barry, I’m not saying that and you know it, you are a great lover and sex with you is fantastic…what I’m trying to say is we can make our sex life even better than it is now and getting together with Roger should be exciting for both of us…the thought of seeing me get fucked by another guy, doesn’t that image turn you on?” “Well…I guess so, I’m just a bit nervous…I’m worried that I might lose you Pam,” he told me. “That will never happen Barry, I love you…you have to believe me Barry! Look Barry…since we’ve been together…there have been many times when I could have been unfaithful to you, I’ve been chatted up and propositioned many times but I turned them down…all of them. It’s you I love…it’s you I’m happy with and I wouldn’t ever want to change that but…this is simply about sex, having fun, excitement…being adventurous…doing things that a lot of people only dream and fantasise about. Getting into a threesome with you and Roger…that’s only part of my fantasy’s, there are many things that I want to try while I’m still young and attractive enough to do…I want to experiment sexually and I want you to be a part of it. I want to grow old with you Barry but for the next few years I want to fuck…I want to fuck different people, whoever I want…men, women, threesomes, foursomes, orgies – you name it!…I want to try the lot and I want you to be part of it! So…what do you say?”

Barry looked stunned at my confession, he just lay there then he sat up and turned to me. “Jesus Christ Pam…I never realised…I mean, I always knew you were a sexy lady, I knew you enjoyed sex but…Fucking hell! Have you turned into a nymphomaniac or something?” I just smiled and slid my hand under the covers to find his prick hard, I squeezed it tight. “Well…it looks like me telling you my fantasy’s has worked for you, fuck you’re hard…So, you haven’t given me an answer yet…”

“I don’t want to lose you Pam, if keeping you means sharing you with others, well…ok, whatever you want is ok with me…just one thing Pam, don’t keep secrets from me…don’t do anything behind my back, you know…seeing other guys, promise?” “I promise you Barry…now, how about you giving me a nice, hard fucking”

Next day I decided that from now on I was going to dress to tease, even at the office. I put on stockings, a short skirt and tight blouse. I didn’t put on my bra, I decided that in future the only bras I would wear would be sexy ones and wearing a quarter or half cup bra to work would be taking things that bit too far! During the day I got quite a few stares from the men and some glaring looks from the women, my friend Alice commented on how I was dressed and asked why I was braless. “Joined the women’s Lib movement have we?” she joked. “Oh…just a rash on my shoulder” I told her explaining that the bra strap irritated it. It felt good knowing my nipples could be seen jutting out; just thinking about them seemed to make them harder.

I took Friday off, I first visited the hairdressers. I had my hair cut short and dyed blonde, then I spent the rest of the day shopping for the sexiest, most revealing outfits I could find. I spent a small fortune on sexy underwear, sheer teddy’s, quarter gaziosmanpaşa escort cup bras, tiny thong panties, stockings in various colours, lingerie…you name it, I bought it! I was sitting drinking a coffee thinking about my purchases when… I couldn’t resist it…I went into the ladies and changed my top for a sheer black body stocking I had just bought, it fitted like a second skin moulding itself over my tits then taking off my jeans I put on a very short mini skirt. I put my overcoat back on but left it unbuttoned, walking around the shopping mall seeing the guys stare at my chest as my coat gaped open said it all…Fuck I felt horny seeing them stare at my tits, my nipples grew huge, I could feel myself getting wet! Christ! I needed a fuck!

I finished my shopping and made my way home, Barry was in his study working. Leaving my many bags in the hall I went in to him, his eyes almost popped out when he saw my new look, he sat at his desk, mouth open seemingly lost for words…finally he spoke. “Christ Pam…I almost didn’t recognise you, Wow! What a transformation…you look great” “Well thanks honey, do you really like it…think it suits me being blonde?” “Yes…I think it does, what was it…a spur of the moment thing?” “Well you know what they say Barry, blondes have more fun and that’s what I want…Fun!” I laughed. “Promise you won’t get angry Barry but I’ve spent quite a bit of money today, I’ve bought some new clothes…some very sexy clothes” I gave him the ‘little girl look’ you know…”C’mon then, show me what you bought” he smiled. “Oh…maybe later, if you’re good I might give you a fashion show tonight but for now, do you like this?” I asked opening my coat wide and revealing my see through top and mini skirt. “Christ Pam, have you been shopping…walking around wearing that? It’s a bit revealing” “Yes it is isn’t it, I got quite a few admiring looks from guys I passed, I couldn’t help but wonder if seeing me made them hard. There was one young guy, he was about twenty I guess, I noticed him looking me over as we approached each other, he stopped me and asked for directions, he kept looking at my tits all the time, I made sure he got a good view, I should think he got hard…what about you Barry…does seeing me dressed this way make you hard?” I dropped to my knees in front of him and unzipped his trousers, I pulled them and his boxers down, his hard prick sprung out. “Oh…it seems it does”, I said as I took hold of his hot prick and licked along its length. “You want me to suck your prick?…You want to fuck your slut of a wife’s mouth?” I slid my lips over it and I took him deep into my mouth sucking on him hard. His hands held my head and his hips lunged forward, he fucked my mouth, his prick hit the back of my mouth, I gagged a bit but took all of him. “That’s it…suck it you slut…suck out my cum…I’m going to fill your mouth with my spunk!” he groaned. I don’t think I had ever sucked him so hard or so deeply, his prick slid down my throat, he held my head tightly and with a big lunge I felt his prick start to twitch as he emptied his spunk down my throat. I sucked and swallowed as fast as I could until he let go his grip on my head. Barry fell back into his chair, “Wow Pam…that was good, we should do this more often” “Well, you get your strength back darling…tonight it’s my turn, you can do things to me!” I grinned.

That night I gave Barry his fashion show… at least I started to. I got as far as my second change of clothes before he had me on the floor, licking sucking and fingering my wet cunt. He fucked me in various positions, I again sucked his prick but this time he shot his load of creamy hot spunk deep into my cunt.

I had a nice relaxing day on Saturday, just lazing around at home. Barry played golf in the afternoon so I took a nap. We had an early dinner, during our meal Barry said, “About tonight Pam…I’m really looking forward to it, I must admit…I wasn’t keen at first but now, well…the more I’ve thought about it, what I’m trying to say is…I love you Pam” “I know you do Barry and I love you too” I told him. “How do you think it will go…I mean, have you got anything planned?” he asked. “I suppose we just take things as they happen, have a few drinks, talk a bit…I don’t want it to be a ‘wham bang thank you ma’am’ evening. One thing Barry…tonight I want you to treat me not as your wife…tonight I will be someone you and Roger have just met, some slut you gölbaşı escort have picked up…I have three places that you both can fuck, I want to be fucked hard!…Ok with you?” After dinner I spent an hour soaking in the bath. I began to shave my pussy smooth, I felt so horny I just had to play with myself…just doing that made me cum! I had already decided on which outfit to wear, it was all in white…virginal white! Yeah…sure I sniggered. The dress was very thin and low cut…just about covering my nipples, a little tug down and my nipples would easily be exposed, I put on a quarter cup bra that pushed my tits up high, white hold ups – no panties! The dress was slit at the side almost waist high. I fixed my make-up and hair then looking in the full-length mirror I was very pleased with the effect. I was just finishing getting ready when Barry called up telling me Roger had arrived. “Ok Barry…I will be down soon, fix us some drinks will you,” I answered. I took my time, I wanted them to talk, get to know each other. When I went down they were sitting…chatting. Upon seeing me Roger got up, he kissed my cheek, “You look great Pam…beautiful and very sexy, your hair…really suits you, makes you look more…well, you know!” I thanked him for his compliment and took the drink Barry offered. “So…what have you two been talking about?” I grinned. “Oh, nothing much…just man’s talk” Barry replied. I sat on the chair opposite to the couch where Barry and Roger were sitting, as I sat my dress rode up to expose my lacy stocking tops and I made sure I tugged the front of my dress down just a little to show a great cleavage. “I haven’t seen much of you this week Roger, have you been avoiding me?” “Well I suppose I have Pam, the thing is I thought you might change your mind…have second thoughts about tonight, I thought if I stayed out of your way…well, it wouldn’t give you the chance to back out” I smiled…”No chance, I suppose I have been looking forward to this evening as much as you” I told him. Roger turned to Barry, “What about you Barry? Does the thought of seeing your wife having sex with another guy do anything for you?” he asked. “To be truthful, at first I had doubts about everything and I regretted giving Pam that dare but the more I thought about it…well, yes – I guess it does. We’ve talked about tonight and I agree with Pam…it’s just about having fun…nothing more. Is that right Pam?” “That sounds good to me,” I laughed. I told Roger the same as I told Barry about them both treating me as if I was a stranger, I told him I wanted to get fucked hard and deep in as many positions as they could. We drank wine and exchanged dirty stories and fantasies with each other. I danced with both of them, nice slow, smoochy dances where they both kissed and groped my tits and ass. By now when I returned to my chair I sat with my legs wide open, my dress was up high, and I casually draped a leg up over the arm of my chair and started to play with myself as if giving them a sign that I was ready for some action. Roger got up walked over and knelt in front of me, I draped my other leg over the other arm also opening my legs wide, he buried his face between my legs and began to lick and finger my cunt. Barry stripped off his clothes and standing beside me I took hold of his prick. I leant my head over and took his prick into my mouth and started to suck on it. Roger’s tongue lapped over my smooth pussy, he fingered my cunt deeply. After about 5 – 10 minutes I stood up and slipped out of my dress, I was about to take my bra off when Roger stopped me. “Please Pam…leave it on, you look so sexy wearing it,” he said. So…now wearing my quarter cup bra with my tits exposed and my hold ups I asked who was going to fuck me first. “Roger’s our guest…” Barry said. “How do you want me?” I asked. He told me to get on my hands and knees, he wanted to take me ‘doggy style’ I did as he wanted, I felt him rubbing his prick over my pussy lips then slowly, gently he entered me. Barry stood in front of me again offering his prick for me to suck. Roger’s prick felt good pumping in and out of my cunt, I was so wet. I rode back on him, matching his thrusts; he picked up his tempo, fucking me deeper…harder. Barry held on to my head as he slid his prick deep into my mouth, his heavy balls slapping against my chin. I reached behind and as Roger fucked me I managed to insert a finger into my asshole, I could feel Roger’s prick. After a few more minutes they swapped keçiören escort positions, Roger’s prick had started to dribble a bit of pre-cum; I licked it off tasting his and my own juices. Barry’s prick slid in easily and he too banged away hard and deep, his hand slid under me and he squeezed my tit and tweaked my nipple. With a big lunge Barry shot his spunk inside my cunt, he stayed buried deeply inside me as his throbbing, twitching prick spurted out his hot cum. I gripped Roger’s prick firmly around its base causing it to grow even harder, I sucked on it until he exclaimed he too was going to cum. I swallowed as much as I could manage and continued to suck on it until he was dry. We lay on the floor…me in the middle. They kissed me, played with my tits; I in turn stroked their semi hard pricks.

After a while I suggested we went to our bedroom, the floor was getting too hard for me. We took our drinks and another bottle and went upstairs. We lay on the bed playing around, I sucked some life back into their pricks, I knew they both would last longer this time. Roger surprised me by going down on me, he licked and fingered my cunt, sucking out Barry’s cum. Barry had never done this to me though I had often wished he would. He rubbed his spunky fingers around my asshole then without too much difficulty he slid one in as he licked his tongue into my cunt. Meanwhile Barry had straddle my face and I licked and sucked his prick. Roger continued to work on my asshole making it wet and juicy, It felt as if he had at least two fingers in there now…maybe more! I needed fucking! I stopped sucking Barry long enough to tell Roger to fuck me, I felt his prick rubbing over my pussy lips then he rammed it in…Deep! I let out a big moan as his prick partly slid out and then was rammed back in again. “Oh fuck…that’s good! Fuck me hard…as hard as you can!” I told him. I lifted my legs up on to Roger’s shoulders, Christ he got in deep! I felt him pull out of my cunt then IO almost screamed out as he entered my asshole. Thankfully he took it slow until my asshole opened up enough to accommodate his hard prick. Fuck it felt good. He continued to fuck my asshole…now deeper and harder! After a few minutes I got Barry to lie back on the bed, I straddled him and lowered my cunt on to his prick; I leaned forward offering my tits to his mouth. Roger knew what I wanted and soon his prick was back in my asshole. Christ!…I had never experienced such pleasure, Roger kept pulling out and then sliding back in, my asshole now loose and juicy…I was in heaven! Then another first…he – with a little difficulty – joined Barry and forced his prick into my cunt. This time I did scream out and moaned deeply as my cunt lips were stretched wide open by their two hard pricks. Even when I had used my very large dildo my cunt was never stretched open this much…saying this it didn’t take that long before they both fucked me with no problems. For the next twenty / thirty minutes they swapped positions, they both fucked my ass, cunt…mouth, whatever! Roger said he was soon going to cum and made me prop myself up against the headboard of the bed. The knelt either side of my head wanking on their pricks. I turned to one then the other and sucked a little on each one until they came. Roger was first, his hot spunk shot out and splattered on my face, I opened my mouth as he directed the stream into my mouth, then Barry. He too covered my face with his cum, it dripped from my chin onto my tits, they rubbed it over my face with their pricks, every now and then slipping their throbbing, twitching pricks into my mouth where I eagerly sucked out any cum that dribbled out. I took both their pricks into my mouth simultaneously…almost choking myself in the process. I massaged my spunk-covered tits, rubbing it in to my hard nipples. Fuck…I felt such a dirty bitch!

Roger stayed for another thirty minutes, I tried to suck him hard again but it wasn’t to be. He told us that tonight had been fantastic and asked if we could repeat it sometime. I guess he knew the answer before I said it and I told him we would let him know when…as long as no one from the office found out I added, I wanted to keep this part of my new found life separate from work I told him. Before he left he promised. Although I was exhausted I had to take a quick shower, my face, tits, hair was crusty with dried in spunk. I hobbled into the bathroom, my pussy was feeling quite sore and my tits and nipples tender but overall…what a night!

Barry and I snuggled up to each other under the duvet; we kissed and cuddled each other passionately, with love and tenderness. “Well…was it as good as you expected?” he asked. I told him it had been a fantastic experience. “Just wait till the next time” I smiled, “There was this story I read on Literotica the other day….just got to find a way to set it up,” I told him.

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You might know of “Nudes-a-Poppin”; the annual competition in Indiana where naked professional strippers happily undulate about the grounds of what is normally a family nudist resort for a small cash prize and the hope of being “discovered”. What you might not know is that the guy who originally started it moved to Southern California some years ago, opened another resort, and started a new series of competitions there that focused more on the contestant’s sexual prowess than just their nude dancing ability. Having visited his new resort a few times over the years I can tell you from personal experience that the atmosphere is highly erotic. It seemed like the ideal place to have a Microkini Enthusiasts’ weekend bash.

I took several months to get the whole thing organized, but with temps in the upper 90s, the mid July event turned out to be a great weekend for the 47 people who attended. The deal was that for $200 a head, members of the Microkini Enthusiasts Clubs would converge on the resort and take it over for a weekend party consisting of food, drink, sunbathing, swimming, an erotic microkini contest with a $500 first prize and whatever else we wanted to do. Rules for the attendees were simple; with the obvious exception of microkinis, leave your clothes in the car for the weekend and just have fun.

The aforementioned Microkini contest on Saturday night was broken into men’s and women’s divisions with three segments apiece. The first segment featured contestants clad in their most outrageous and innovative micros. Anything goes but the smaller the better as long as the privates were actually concealed. The second segment featured contestants stripping out of their micros to a two-minute song of their choosing and the final segment featured contestants in five-minute freestyle competitions wherein they could do whatever they wanted to impress the judges and would be rated for their overall microkini-related eroticism. Since most of the people in attendance arrived early Saturday, and all had a fairly long afternoon by the pool teasing each other in various states of undress, the contest was sure to be a hot one!

Eight women and five ankara rus escort men had entered the contest including yours truly. The three male and two female judges sat right on stage and immediately rated the first, second and third placers with three, two or one point respectively. The male and female contestant with the most points at the end of the contest would win $500 each! Second place got $100 and third received $25 certificates good at Knit-Wit designs. We contestants spent a good hour getting “dressed” for the show and were all having a really tough time not starting an impromptu orgy back stage! Lots of groping and making out took place but fortunately for the impatiently waiting crowd, we managed to get started at 9:00 sharp.

Wicked Weasel and Wicked Temptations brands were worn by six of the women and the other two had homemade suits including one gorgeous little blonde named Casey who’d made a “backless tickler” (her description) that was nothing more than a string that tied around the neck, got slightly wider over her nipples, shrank back down to thin strings and then widened again slightly over her pussy. The most amazing part of her suit was that it was held in place by a butt-plug! Her shoulder length hair covered the short tie strings around her neck so from the back she appeared to be nude! As for us men, there were a couple of Koalas, one He! and one Intersparta (I think). Because I was the event organizer, I thought it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to endorse any one manufacturer so I simply dipped my cock and balls in dark blue body latex and went onstage without a micro at all! By the time I got on stage, the outstanding routines by the contestants prior to me had the crowd of 50 or so microkini enthusiasts, resort employees and other guests pretty wound up. All of the women were either topless or nude and I didn’t see any men with anything on. Everyone was on their feet and cheering loudly as I danced onto the stage, my wagging semi-erect, latex covered cock bouncing about for all to see.

The second segment was done to mostly slow tempo songs of various types and clearly made judging ankara türbanlı escort a difficult task. After some fantastically sensual strip teases, Casey, the girl in the “tickler” went last. After a minute and a half of getting the suit untied, she lay down on the stage and butt fucked herself with the suit’s butt-plug for a few seconds before pulling it out! The crowd went wild and I was really glad I didn’t have to immediately follow her act.

The final segment had four of the girls masturbating under the bright lights of the stage and one did it right at the feet of one of the male judges. Another gave mini blowjobs to the three male judges and the second to last one called her boyfriend up on stage and fucked him right in front of them. Knowing that Casey was not to be outdone, the crowd waited anxiously as she came back on stage. To everyone’s amazement, she proceeded to go down on all five judges, men and women finally getting one of the men to cum all over her as the delirious crowd cheered her on. It suddenly became clear who the women’s winner was!

Us men, however, didn’t have the inclination to get the male judges into our routines as we were all straight and weren’t about to give any blowjobs anytime soon. The first guy did a great job of lap dancing the female judges. The second did the same and even managed a tit fuck with one and a quick dick suck by the other. The third did a great erotic dance capped by him jacking-off and finishing with a huge ejaculation as he lay on his back at the edge of the stage. Many of the women in the audience were clearly impressed! Guy number four danced a bit and then brought his beautiful wife onstage where she blew him to an explosive orgasm. The male judges dug it! And then it was my turn.

I walked out on stage, gyrated to the music a bit and then began looking for women I thought might be willing to join me on stage. By this time, they were all so worked up that most of them might have but I decided to pick just one…Casey! She willingly came up on stage and began dirty dancing with me, stroking my throbbing cock as I kneaded her firm ass and bahçelievler escort large round breasts. We made out and danced together for several minutes until I led her to the floor in front of the judges. I directed her to kneel down in front of the first male judge and she took his throbbing cock in her mouth as I knelt behind her and plunged my cock into her cleanly shaven pussy. It only took a minute for the first judge to cum and Casey hungrily swallowed his load to a loud applause. I then moved her over to the next judge, a female, where Casey immediately began sucking her pussy as I continued fucking her from behind, leaning over to make out with the judge as we went. The judge soon came and we moved to the next male judge and the next female with similar results before getting to the final male judge. By now, the audience had crowded against edge of the stage and was starting to get it on themselves. This time I pulled my cock out of Casey’s spent pussy and pushed it into her moist ass hole. She gasped loudly and as the audience watched with great anticipation, the judge came sending another big load down Casey’s throat as she too came one last time. I could stand it no longer and pulled out of her ass, spraying a massive load of semen across her back. Almost instantly, two of the women from the audience clamored atop her and began lapping my cum from her back.

As our orgasms subsided, Casey and I looked around to see most of the 35 or so people still in the room; enthusiasts, workers and guests included all engaged in one form of sex or another. It was 11:00pm when the contest ended and the orgy continued throughout the resort until well after 1:00.

Sunday dawned and most folks decided to leave their microkinis in their rooms and spent the day naked in the sun. Absolutely everyone was fucking at some point throughout the day and I was lucky enough to fuck several Microkini Enthusiast ladies and even one of the resort’s staff! She is a former porn-star and now is the resort’s business director (she’ll remain nameless unless of course you know P-a-r-i-s well) and we’d been talking on the phone for months to set up the event. Little did I know!

The winners, you ask?

Casey was the clear winner for the women and I was judged the men’s winner. But since I was also the organizer, I ruled myself ineligible and divided $400 of the first place money to the remaining four men and gave Casey the other $100. We all agreed that she had it coming!

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