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Mark’s taste runs to married women. Virginia’s hubby is far away. Oops!

**

There is group sex, a kind of gang bang, and bisexuality in this story.

**

My husband Jake was on assignment overseas for six months. It got extended for another six months, and I was tending the home fires and getting mighty lonely. Luckily, I had become friends with another woman, Carolina, who was also in my Muay Thai class. Carolina loved to party, and she was good friends with a large group of like-minded people. They accepted me as one of their own, almost instantly.

Carolina’s friends comprised quite a big circle of super nice people, some married, some not, and all of them, it seems, liked to have parties. I was invited to all of the parties, as people worried about me being all alone for so long. They knew I was married to Jake, and he had a gig about as far away as a man can get, over in Singapore. I had a good time at each and every one of the parties, often getting tipsy, but never getting rip roaring drunk.

There were rumors about the ‘after-parties,’ when people stayed to clean up. I ignored them, not liking hateful gossip, and that, I learned, was a mistake. I should have listened, and taken heed. As I write this, I wonder if I’d still be married to Jake had I listened? Maybe yes, maybe no.

I wasn’t worried about poor Jake being sad and lonely in Singapore. Jake is never alone for long. I wouldn’t put it past him to pay for some company on a lonely night, but I was pretty sure he could get his needs filled easily, enthusiastically, and for free. He was handsome, an extrovert, had money, and he was charming with the ladies. After all, he landed me, and that’s already something. Oh yeah: He’s also good in bed. Lucky me, right?

Well, maybe Jake’s landing me what was not such an accomplishment: After all, I fell for him like a ton of bricks on our very first date. I played it cool, though, and I didn’t let him get into my panties until the third date, and that was most certainly not because he hadn’t tried repeatedly and constantly on the first and second dates! Once he had gotten into my panties, he never left them. Now I’d have to go to Singapore if I wanted to enjoy my husband’s bedroom talents. *Sigh*

Anyway, after a few months of parting every single Saturday night, I began to feel guilty, always going to my new friends’ parties and never giving one myself. I began to feel a little parasitic. I mean, nobody expected me to throw a party, since Jake was not here and all, but I was a woman, not a man, and I knew how to throw a party, even a damn good one. I decided to host the next party of our group. Everyone was excited that Virginia (that’s me) was going to host the party.

It’s not easy, because we’re around forty people altogether. Twenty-six are married couples, and the other fourteen are single. I count myself as single for these purposes because Jake was only at my party for around fifteen minutes, and that was via Zoom. Everyone said hi, and everyone was already drunk. I could have killed Carolina, because right there, on the Zoom call with Jake, she lifted my skirt so that Jake could see what panties I was wearing. I’m sure that George (for example) saw my panties, too. They were not, shall we say, especially modest ones.

I blushed fiercely, but Jake laughed. “Good choice of panties, Virginia. I’m sure your guests will like them later if you drink too much,” he said. What the f**k did he mean by that? Okay, it’s true my behavior runs to the raunchy side of the scale when I drink too much, but I would never let that happen now that I’m married to Jake! Shame on Carolina; she and I would have a good talking to, later on!

It did trouble me, though. What did Jake have in mind? That I’d stand on the dining table and do a slow strip tease down to my panties, to entertain my guests? He always used to tease me about my lack of modesty, too. So I wear a tiny bikini poolside, or at the beach. I’m still young, and I have a nice body. I mean, that’s well with the normal bounds of propriety, right?

He’s probably thinking of that time he took me to the French Riviera, and I went topless at the beach over there. Hell, we knew nobody there, other than his brother, and lots of French women were topless, too. Over there, it’s normal, and no big deal, unless your boyfriend is an American, as mine sure was! Hey, he proposed to me the next day. Don’t tell me it wasn’t a smart thing to do!

I have kind of an exotic appearance, since I’m a mélange of three different races. I’m half white, one quarter Asian, and one quarter Black. The upshot is that nobody can ever figure out my ethnicity. I don’t know why it’s important to people to figure out the ethnicity of another person, but nevertheless it seems to be. I just tell them I’m of Brazilian extraction (which is not true), and that shuts them up.

As for my body, I’m diminutive. I have nice skin, and if you take the perfect sexpot and shrink her down a fair amount, preserving all the curves, then you get me. Everything ulus escort is in the right proportions, it’s just all smaller. My tummy is taut and flat. I’m only five feet three inches tall, but at least I tower over my mother, who claims to be five feet tall, even if nobody believes her. She’s probably four feet, eleven inches, maximum. Since I’m on the short side, I always wear heels, except in the shower, and in bed.

The Asian hair won over the black hair, and the Swedish blue eyes also won. So, I really am a puzzle. I look like a dark-skinned tiny Asian woman, maybe Filipino, with bright blue eyes. Oh yes: I also have huge nipples and giant areolas, gracing my diminutive breasts, but of course almost nobody knows that!

So, that’s me, and enough about me. I’m pleased to report my party was a stunning success. Everyone loved the music soundtrack I chose, and there was a lot of dancing and swapping of dance partners, and the booze was all top shelf (as I said before, Jake has money), and I even organized some party games, involving kissing. The women seemed to enjoy the kissing games more than the men, especially the husbands, who were uptight about their wives kissing so many different men, while drunk. A few of the wives were giving rather passionate kisses, too, and most certainly not to their husbands!

I solved the jealousy problem, however, with some excellent whiskey followed by a Czech pilsner as a chaser. I herded those husbands who looked overly jealous, all four of them, into the kitchen, where the whiskey and pilsner were, and told them to kiss me, instead of fretting over their wives.

It was a sacrifice I was willing to make, for the common good. Besides, I was horny. When the men discovered they could feel me up, too, in their drunken state they forgot all about their wives kissing their friends in the other room, and they all focused on me.

I enjoyed it, too, having four macho men kissing me, all four of them being other women’s husbands, and touching me up. Since only one man could kiss me at a time, they ended up removing my dress, leaving me in my bra and panties. One man kissed me, and incidentally drove me nuts with desire, while two other men slobbered over my boobs., having pushed my bra up above my boobs.

The fourth man kissed me all over my body, ending up by pulling my panties down to my knees, to expose my anus, and to kiss it in the most erotic way imaginable. I was in heaven, but I was also scared of being discovered, as well as terrified of soon being naked with four men! I quickly stopped the men, pulled my panties up from around my knees, arranged my bra, and I put my dress back on, when I heard people loudly talking again, which meant the final kissing game had ended.

I got dressed quickly, forgetting that my lipstick and make-up were smeared, but that was okay, because most of the women at the party were in the same state, or so it seemed. Others too were even partially undressed, including two of the wives of the men who had been with me in the kitchen. Susie’s amazing boobs were hanging out for everyone to see, and she was quickly reassembling her clothes before the four jealous husbands saw her and the others! (I didn’t see them undressed like that, either; I know because Carolina showed me her pictures, later on that night.)

I was proud to have solved the jealousy crisis single handedly, or perhaps one could say single bodily, but I was a little nervous about seeming too slutty to the four husbands. After all, it wasn’t hard for them to get me undressed to the point where only my panties were standing vigil over my modesty, and since they were at my knees, they were doing quite a poor job of it, at that!

I swore the four men to secrecy. When the party finished, some of the singles had paired up, and they left to beds unknown, together with the married couples. Two women and three men stayed late to help me to clean up, which was really nice of them.

One of the two women who stayed to help, Mary, was so drunk that after a bit she felt she needed to lie down, and she retreated to the guest bedroom. She had drunk way too much, and she was snoring loudly, so I closed the door. Mary was pretty in a classic way. She was a proper woman, always feminine, always dressed to the nines. She’s the type of woman who, if she had to pee in the middle of the night, would put on her pearls before heading to the john.

That left Carolina and me, and the three men. When we finished, we sat around and relaxed a bit, having a final drink for the evening. Carolina was looking especially hot that night, it seemed to me.

The men were joking about the two of us being swing states in the next election, and wondering if we were swingers, because of it, hah, hah. Carolina asked if the men liked Northern Virginia, gesturing at my face and boobs, or Southern Virginia, gesturing at my legs, but mostly at my pussy. She said, “Southern Virginia is my favorite, since it’s close to the heart of yenimahalle escort Carolina. “

Carolina paused to catch her breath.

“I’ll bet Southern Virginia is close to the heart of Jake, too,” Carolina joked, and then she giggled nervously. I smiled at her.

“You mean southern Virginia is close to North Carolina,” I said, gesturing in my turn to Carolina’s considerable cleavage, and I made a swipe at her blouse, pretending to be about to pull it down. In the process I copped a feel of her right boob. Nice! Carolina just smiled.

That’s when Gary said, “Hey, Virgie; Is it true Mitch and three other guys got you naked in the kitchen during the party?”

“Certainly not!” I said, in outrage.

“I heard the same rumor,” Mike said.

“I actually saw you in action,” Carolina said. “I was so jealous!”

“I had my panties on at all times!” I said. I didn’t mention my bra, nor that my panties had been pulled down to my knees.

“Barely, from what I saw,” Carolina said, and the three men laughed as I shrank in embarrassment. “You have an ass to die for, Virgie. I’m so jealous!”

“With your rack? Are you nuts?” I rejoined.

“My nipples are tiny compared to yours! You have porn star nipples, girl,” came Carolina’s rejoinder, “and areolas the size of Montana, you lucky little wench.” The men were enjoying our catty banter, and I could tell their level of interest was boiling over when Carolina teased me about my huge nipples.

“What exactly happened in the kitchen?” Mark asked, staring at my nipples, poking at my dress, right through my bra.

I explained how it was all innocent, and I was trying to distract the jealous husbands from the kissing game taking place in the other room, which, I pointed out, all three of Mark, Mike, and Gary seemed to have enjoyed immensely. I didn’t say it, but I knew that Gary had a crush on Mary, and Carolina had told me the two of them were really going at it, while I was distracting the four jealous husbands. His hands had been all over Mary while they kissed, and Carolina stressed the words ‘all over.’

“I love married women,” Mark said. “They’re the best. So uninhibited! It was a thrill to get to kiss them all, and sometimes to feel up their boobs, too. You give the best parties, Virgie!”

“I wish I were married, then,” Carolina said, openly coming on to Mark.

“I make the rare exception with single women, too, Carolina,” Mark said, returning the flirt.

“Virgie’s married, though you’d never know it, with Jake always so far away,” Carolina said, being evil. “So far, so very far away.”

“She sure is,” Mark said, devouring me with his eyes.

“Do you ever really and truly get married girls into bed?” Mike asked. He was trying to get off with some perverse vicarious pleasure, methinks.

“A gentleman never tells,” Mark replied.

“You’re no gentleman. That means no,” Gary said. “You’re full of BS.”

“I’ve laid three of the wives who were at this party, I’ll have you know,” Mark said, defending his ‘honor.’

“Does that include Virgie as one of your conquests?” Carolina said, maliciously. I sneered at her, noticing once again that Carolina is stacked. She has truly great boobs.

“No names, these women are all happily married,” Mark said.

“Nobody has laid me since Jake left,” I said. “And most certainly not Mark!”

“Ouch,” Mark said.

“Oh honey, you must be so horny!” Carolina said. She licked her lips, suggestively. I was beginning to think Carolina might also be bi. My bisexuality was top secret; even Jake didn’t know. It was better that way.

“Enough of this,” I said. “All I did, let’s remember, is distract the four jealous husbands, so their wives could enjoy themselves. That’s it. Nothing else. I’m a good hostess, and a faithful wife.”

“You did a good thing. I think Steve’s wife Susan was practically ready to fuck the guy she was ‘kissing.’ His hands were all over, and I mean all over her curvy body, you know?” Gary said.

“Sort of like you and Mary, here, right?” Carolina said, a twinkle in her eye. Gary blushed.

“It wasn’t much of a sacrifice, for me. They were my first kisses in seven months, since Jake left. I was sooo horny!” I said. “I feel much better now.”

“They undressed you, honey. They molested you. It was a bit more than kissing, you know,” Carolina said. The bitch was licking her lips again. It was an unnerving habit, Carolina had.

“It was kissing in the large meaning of the word,” I said. “There was no sex, oral nor penetrative. I’m still pure for Jake.”

“You poor girl, you must be the horniest woman in the county,” Carolina said. “Boys, can we help out poor Virgie, here? Who wants to volunteer?”

“Wait a minute, Carolina! I’m a married woman. A little kissing is okay, but no more than that,” I said.

“I’ll help out Virgie,” Mark said, ignoring my protest. “Kissing in the large sense sounds like fun!”

“Hey, so will I,” Mike said.

“I’ve had the hots for Virgie since I’ve known her. Virgie, I’m your man,” Gary piped up.

“I thought you had the hots for Mary?” Carolina asked.

“Her, too. A man can dream, right?” Gary asked.

“Am I in your dreams?” Carolina asked, batting her eyes.

“Sometimes I do have nightmares, yes,” Gary teased. We all knew Carolina could have any man she went after, Gary included. She really was that sexy.

Just then, as Carolina looked around for something to throw at Gary, we heard a big thump upstairs. I ran up and there was Mary, flat on the floor, in between the guest room and the toilet. She was no longer sleeping; she was unconscious. She must have collapsed while getting out of bed to go and pee. Yes, she was wearing her pearls.

I called for help and everyone rushed upstairs and we called 911. An ambulance came and took her to the hospital. We piled into Gary’s car, because he was the least drunk of the five of us, and we followed the ambulance.

We all stayed at the hospital until the doctor emerged and told us Mary would be fine; she did not need to have her stomach pumped. Her blood alcohol was high, but not in the danger zone. It hadn’t been the booze; it had just been a vasovagal syncope. Translated, it meant the girl had only fainted. A heart arrhythmia could falsely appear as an innocent vasovagal syncope, so a misdiagnosis was possible, the doctor explained. The doctor wanted to hold her for observation.

“Can’t blame him. So would I,” Gary muttered, having no taste at all.

Carolina volunteered to stay with Mary, and the three men and I headed back to my home. We barely made it, because Gary was drunker than he thought. I knew, given their drunken states, that all the men had to take taxis or Ubers home, but I weakly offered to let them spend the night at my place, instead, and drive themselves home in the morning, once they had sobered up. Sadly, they all accepted.

I hate having house guests, but I’m nevertheless a good hostess. The double bed in the guest room always had clean sheets at the ready, so that would take care of two of the men, and the third one could have the couch. I quickly made up the couch with a sheet, a blanket, and a pillow. The couch was a little short for any of the three tall men, but that’s all there was. Whoever got it could practice sleeping in fetal position.

A problem arose, and I hadn’t foreseen it. Men are totally weird about sharing a double bed with another man. I’ve never understood that, but I had to face reality. That left us one bed short. Damn. Well, one of the men was just going to have to sleep on the floor, if they were going to be so ridiculous. None of the men were going to share my marital bed with me! Mark, the one whose self-proclaimed taste in women favored wives, got the floor.

I set up a little bed on the thick, plush, Chinese rug in the living room, complete with a sheet, blanket, and pillow. Mark looked unhappy, but he got in it. I was wearing my nightgown, which was modest, and made of viscose, imitating silk. I always wear it without underwear, because Jake likes it that way (“easy access,” he would say), and since I was too drunk myself to think straight, I automatically went naked underneath my nightgown. Probably my huge nipples poked at it, I don’t know for sure, but it was highly likely that they did, since there was no bra running interference.

All three men wanted kisses goodnight. “You’re pushing things,” I said. I blew a kiss to Gary, one to Mike, and last, I blew a kiss to Mark. For Mark, I leaned forward, giving him a quick peek down my nightgown. Why I did that, I never did figure out.

“We want real kisses, not air kisses. Am I right, guys?” Gary said, smiling ‘innocently.’

“I think I’ve met your needs already, men,” I said.

“Not only real, but kisses in the large sense,” Mike added. He wasn’t even trying to sound innocent. I declined, once again.

They kept at it, though, for a good ten minutes or more, and finally I caved. I went to Mike first, upstairs in the double bed, and gave a nice, short, closed mouth peck on the lips. “Oh, come on, Virgie. You know I want a real kiss.”

“That was a real kiss,” I said, but then Mike pulled me down, face flush against his, and kissed me as if we were passionate lovers. Before the kiss ended, our mouths were open, and his tongue had become very good friends with my own. I’ve always had a weakness for good kissing. It’s like an express highway to my pussy.

Mike’s hand had pushed up my nightgown to the extent where he could – and did – fondle my bare ass. I was breathing heavily. I extricated myself, only to hear cries of “Me too!” coming from Gary and Mark downstairs. They were most definitely not the hashtag kind, either.

What would the FCC say if I kissed only one of the three men that way? Besides, Mike’s kiss had stirred up my loins a bit. I dutifully went downstairs, vowing to myself I’d be careful. I kissed Gary first, and he once again transformed instantly from a nice man and a good friend, into a masher. I pulled away, but Gary pulled me back and said he wanted a kiss in the “large sense,” like the four husbands got. He called on Mark, lying a few feet away, to give him a hand with me, as I struggled to break free.

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I am working in a software company as an engineer and was sat right adjacent to the office where my lady boss’ room is. I have been watching and drooling about her ever since I joined the company.

She’s about 38 and stands at 5’3″ with long golden hair down her shoulder. She has a habit of wearing those tight silky blouse but would be rather conservative about her skirt, normally wearing knee length type of skirt… but you could see her legs are slender on closer look at the firm outlines of it through her skirt.

I would take my chances to get close to her whenever I can… especially when she goes to the pantry and I would ‘accidentally’ bum into her at a corner. There was a couple of times I would actually kiss her accidentally when we turn the corner, she has got such luscious lips…

I decided to take my action one evening, knowing she always stays at work late. Everyone being away… I took a cup of coffee into her room, spiking it with a colorless powder I bought that would stimulate the sexual desires in a person.

I knocked on her door, and smiled… “hi Mabel, thought you would like a coffee… she smiled and asked me in for a sit… she’s wearing a really tight pink blouse and I could see the buttons of it bursting at the seams… an outline of her black lacy bra visible between it. As she stood up towards me, I could see she is wearing a dark blue long skirt and black mecidiyeköy escort stockings on her usual black heels.

I hand her the coffee… watching her sip it. I start to chat with her, making sure she finished her cup of coffee, then started to ask about what she does for her social life…

At this time, both of us are sat on her sofa… and I look at her passionately, telling her how beautiful and sexy she is, slowly letting her know how I like the way she dress… she smiled and I could see her cheeks getting warm, I took the opportunity, saying I like the way her fair skin looks, asking if I may touch it for awhile. She gets a little shock but smiled and nods her head… I move in closer towards her and rests my hand gently on her cheeks, noticing that it feels warm… gently caressing it… my lips getting rather close to her… looking into her eyes… telling her she looks so beautiful… suddenly giving her a kiss down her lips… I waited for her to resist but she didn’t, the spiked drink probably taking effect on her and making her feel the desire to be kissed.

I took this as encouragement to kiss her more passionately, my tongue entering into her mouth… my other hand moving down her neck… caressing her neck, touching her… finger feeling down her neck… flipping the buttons on her blouse open… then unclasping merter escort the front of her black lacy bra…

She suddenly gasped as I cupped her bare breasts which came off after the bra was released. I could tell she was shocked and probably did not know I had worked my way to undress her… she wants to turn me away but I was not going to stop now. I pushed her down on the sofa and lay on top of her, pinning her down… mouth sucking on her tits, rubbing it… kneading it until I hear her moaning softly, yet saying “please, please don’t.”

I pretended not to hear her pleas and went on to push her skirt upwards until it was around her waist… my hand slipping into her panties and rubbing her hairy pussy up and down… all this time my mouth still licking her tits… sucking it… mouthing it… then my tongue licks down her cleavage and licks round her belly button. Licking round and round her belly button, then sucking it… she lets out a soft moan as I suck it.

I stood up and look at her, seeing that she had closed her eyes and was just moaning to herself. I smiled and knew she was enjoying this, prompting unzipping my pants down and flipping out my erect 7-inch cock. She must have heard my zipper and she was shocked to see me caressing it in my hand. She started to want to run away but I pulled her by the hair and mutlukent escort carried her up easily… pulling off her skirt next… I lay her flat on her stomach on her desk and stretched her hands over her head with one hand… the other hand pulling down her panties and pushing my erect cock between her legs before she could close them up.

I did not enter her first but instead work on teasing her and getting her more wet. I tore down her panties and tied her hands with it… then with my body on top of her back, I forced her to move to the front of her desk with her boobs falling down the edge of the desk, with her tits pointing downwards… I then work with both hands to rub her tits as it dangle erect downwards… slapping it sideways while my cock starts to rub along her ass. She was moaning all the while and this excites me more as I moved to push my cock into her… gosh she feels so tight and she screamed when I entered her crack… I start to pump into her hard until my full 7-inch was into her. With my hands on her round bum, I slide as far in as I can and started to rock her bum with my movements… pushing in and out of her again and again. Her bum swayed seductively as she tries to struggle in pain and this caused me to grip her bum even tighter and suddenly I felt I needed to explode, and a huge ball of cum exploded inside her ass. She screamed out loud and virtually fainted. I lay her back on the desk and rest back in excitement. I could see her teary eyes sobbing and the whole table was a mess.

I told her not to tell anyone about it as I have taped the whole lovemaking down, telling her I would like her to start dressing up as I told her. I asked her to dress up and follow me out so I could plan her dress for her.

To be continued…

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“I can’t wait for Alyssa to get here!” I squealed at my husband, peeking out the window again. My best friend was moving to the area from across the country. Over the last 10 years, we had only seen each other 5 times. We connected almost daily on Snapchat and Facebook, but it wasn’t the same. She was planning on staying at our house until she found a place of her own, and spending the next month or so hanging out on a daily basis was more than I could ask for.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” Jake joked. He was probably tired of hearing me talk about all the fun we would have once Allyssa was here. We had been planning for months. Actually, we had been planning for years, but while she was going through the divorce we got serious about finding her a job and the funds she would need for the move.

At that moment, Alyssa pulled into the driveway and I ran out to meet her. Jake followed.

“Rose! I can’t believe I am finally here!” Alyssa cried and she threw her arms around me, waving at Jake over my shoulder. “Hey handsome!”

Alyssa and I had met during college. We were roommates our freshman year and the college did so well matching us that we roomed together all four years. She was maid of honor at my wedding, and I was matron of honor at hers. She had been married five years when Sean came home one day asking for a divorce, saying he just didn’t love her anymore. She took it all in stride, signing the divorce documents as quickly as they could be written. She didn’t want to stay with someone who didn’t love her. She would move closer to her best friend and start over. A fresh start.

Jake grabbed her overnight bags from the trunk of her car. “Is this it?” He asked, three bags sitting at his feet.

“That’s it. The rest is being shipped. I don’t have much. A couple of trunks of clothing and some mementos. I sold everything else. I’ll use the funds to set up a new apartment here. She unwrapped her arms from around me and we walked hand in hand up the front steps. Jake followed behind us with her luggage.

*

Later that evening we sat down for homemade lasagna and a bottle of wine. We talked about college and all the crazy nights we had together; telling Jake stories that I never thought I would reveal. Alyssa and I had pulled some crazy stunts together, including a threesome that I had failed to reveal to my husband. Who, of course, now wanted every detail.

“I can’t believe you hid this from me.” He cried, after hearing some details from a slightly inebriated Alyssa.

“I did not hide it from you! I just, well, kind of forgot to tell you about it.” I said sheepishly. Honestly, when I met Jake I was out of college and had settled down a lot. I didn’t want him to know about the slutty sins I had committed in college. It was fun, but it wasn’t something I was planning on continuing. At that point I was in love and ready to settle down. I didn’t want to scare Jake off. I wanted to be the marrying kind.

“So, was it just you two doing this guy, or was there some girl on girl?” He took another swig of his beer and leaned back smiling.

“There might have been some kissing…” I said slowing.

“And there might have been some sucking on my nipples!” Alyssa laughed.

“Tell me more…” Jake leaned forward, his hand on my upper thigh under the table.

“Okay, okay, let me tell it!!” I cried. “It all started out when Alyssa met this guy at a bar. Well, not met him exactly, she knew him from one of her classes. He sat down at our table and we started playing some drinking games that ended with me and Alyssa making out, and then taking turns making out with him. Soon the bar was closing. He lived a block away and invited us to hang out with him and his roommate. When we sıhhiye escort got there, his roommate was MIA and we continued our makeout session. We were all a little drunk. He dared me to suck Alyssa’s nipples, which I did, and the next thing I knew, he was making out with her, while I was sucking her tits, and his hands were all over me. We fell into bed and had some fun. That’s where we woke up the next morning.”

“Wow.” Jake said. “So you both fucked him?”

“Yeah.” Alyssa said. “I enjoyed it too. Sharing that with Rose was awesome. It was exciting and fun sex, and I liked watching too. I had never done that before, watched other people having sex.”

“I liked watching too. It was my first time, and it was hot.”

“It’s hot all right. God, I’ve got a hardon just hearing this. I can’t believe I never knew this about you, Rose!” He leaned back, putting his hands in his lap as if he was hiding his member.

I took another drink of my wine. I was quite drunk by this point. “Maybe Alyssa still likes to watch.” I got up from my chair and knelt in front of him, watching his face.

He laughed. “Yeah right, like that’s gonna happen.”

I glanced at Alyssa who smiled and nodded. I leaned forward and unzipped his jeans. His bulging underwear showed how turned on he was. “Alyssa, you were always bragging about the awesome blow jobs you give. Tell me, how do you do it?”

“Well, you start by licking slowly. Up and down, and around the head.” She said. I followed her directions, doing exactly as she said. “Then you gently suck. Slowly. Now go down further…further…there. And back up slowly, and lick again, all around the tip.” I kept following her directions, looking up at Jake. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at Alyssa. They were staring at each other as she spoke. She continued her directions in a low, husky voice, gazing into Jake’s eyes while I sucked his cock exactly as she told me too. He let out a moan and leaned his head back.

I slowly slid up Jake’s body, finding his mouth with mine. “Alyssa, tell me what else I should do.” I said, kissing Jake deeply.

“You should slide those panties off and sit on his dick.” She whispered, and I lifted my dress up and slipped my panties down my hips, kicked them into the corner, and positioned myself above Jake.

“Like this?” I asked.

“Exactly like that. Now tease him. Rub his dick against your pussy. Slowly. Rub it against your clit until you’re soaking wet.”

I did as she said. It didn’t take long until I was dripping wet. “And what do I do now, Lys?”

“Now you slide his dick inside your wet pussy. You ride him, nice and slow…that’s it, just like that.” I heard her get up and walk around the table. She was right behind me. I felt her hands on my waist, slowing me down. “Not too fast. It’s best to go slow at first. Slow orgasms are the best. They last so long.”

I felt it building as I rode Jake. The slowness was driving me crazy. I wanted to go faster, but I let Alyssa guide me. Slowly, I moved forward and back, my hips rotating in small circles. I was going to come soon, and the build up was glorious. I closed my eyes and tilted my chin up. Alyssa kept her hands on my hips, not letting me move any faster. I felt one hand slide up my side and around to my breast, and that’s when I came. Alyssa had one hand on my nipple and onel on my hip. I had the longest orgasm of my life, and rode Jake until it finally ended. I looked into his eyes.

“I want you from behind.” He said huskily, and I rose and leaned over the table. He slammed into me from behind, deep and fast, and I cried out in pleasure. Alyssa was standing close to us, one hand on my back, tandoğan escort and one behind Jake, presumably on his ass. He pounded into me again and again. I moaned in pleasure, ready for another orgasm. Alyssa’s hand moved to my mouth, and i sucked on her finger as Jake pumped into me. Glancing back I saw that she was inches from his face with her hand on his cheek.

“Kiss him.” I said. And she leaned forward so fast I knew that had been exactly what she wanted. Both of her hands found his face, and she kissed him deeply as he came. I orgasmed at the same time, laying my head on the table as my knees gave out. Jake filled me up while he kissed my best friend. Her hands where in his hair and her tongue was down his throat. He was still inside me, but his arm was pulling Alyssa to him as he kissed her back. It was so sexy. I had always been curious about watching Jake with another woman. But in that moment I knew I could share him. Watching him with another girl would be sexy as hell. He was still inside me as I watched his hands roam over Alyssa’s body. Her large breasts were pressed into his chest. His hands explored her ass, then up her sides to her erect nipples through her t-shirt. I felt him hardening inside me again. Starting to move in and out slowly as he swelled for round two.

“Is this okay?” Jake murmured as he kissed Alyssa’s neck, still sliding his dick in and out of me.

“Yes.” I whispered back, watching over my shoulder. Alyssa’s hands were under Jake’s shirt, caressing his chest and abs, sliding around his back, up and down. “Take his shirt off, Lys.”

She did as I said, sliding his shirt over his head, revealing his cut chest and stomach. She moaned.

I slowly rose, leaning against Jake as Alyssa slid to his side and they slowly separated. I eased slowly slid Jake’s penis from me and gripped him in my hand, turning so I was facing him. He still had one arm around Alyssa, and she was nestled against his side. “Are you ready to go again?” I asked, slowing sliding my hand up and down his erection. He kissed me deeply, his free hand around my waist pulling me to him.

“Yes, baby. I am. This is fucking amazing.”

“Good, I’m glad you like it, because I do too. I just had two of the best orgasms of my life.” I whispered in his ear as his lips and tongue found my throat. “But I don’t think it’s fair that we get to have all the fun and make Alyssa watch. I want to share you. Is that okay with you? I love you so much, I want to share you. I want to watch you fuck my best friend. I want to watch you give her an orgasm. Can you do that for me?” I asked him.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Then yeah, I want to fuck your best friend. I want to give her an orgasm she’ll never forget.” Jake gripped my waist and kissed me passionately, letting go of Alyssa for a moment and giving me his full attention. Then he abruptly let go, and turned to scoop Alyssa into his arms. He lifted her off her feet, her breasts in his face as he carried her toward the living room. I followed behind, falling into our recliner as he lay her down on the sofa, kissing her hard. He had kicked his pants off in the dining room and was completely naked while she was still dressed. I watched as he slipped her t-shirt over her head, revealing a lacy red bra. He then gripped the waist of her jeans and slowly worked them down as his tongue explored her breasts and belly. She laid back, watching him and moaning in pleasure.

“It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this.” She moaned. “God, I want you so bad right now. I’m throbbing. It almost hurts, I want you so bad.”

He finished pulling off her jeans, and she lay on the couch in her lacy tunalı escort underwear. He slipped his fingers under her panties, finding her wet and ready. She whimpered at his touch. He pulled her panties off and spread her legs, slowly licking her clit with his tongue before sucking gently. Alyssa gripped his head between her legs, reaching down to grab at his shoulders and arms. Her back arched and she cried out as she climaxed. Jake continuing to suck gently as she writhed in his arms. I was wet again just watching, and I reached between my legs to slowly stroke myself as she came down from her orgasm.

“Inside me, now!” She cried, and Jake climbed onto her on the couch, settling himself between her legs as she wrapped them around her to pull him inside. I watched his cock enter her, slowly filling her up again and again. He moved his hips faster and faster, thrusting into her as she cried out and held onto him.

I continued to rub my swollen clit as I watched him bring her to orgasm again, and another orgasm rocked my body as I watched Jake close his eyes in ecstasy and fill Alyssa with his load. He held her in his arms on the couch, still inside her. I slowly rose and walked towards them. I sat, and they lifted their heads to lay them in my lap.

Alyssa opened her eyes and gazed at me. “Thank you. I needed that.”

I laughed. “I know. It’s been almost a year for you, right?” I knew Alyssa and Sean hadn’t had sex much at the end of their marriage, and through the divorce she hadn’t found anyone else, but focused on herself and her move. She had always been a very sexual person, and I knew how she must be craving a good fuck.

“Yes, more than a year. God, I never expected this when I moved here! And on the first night!” She grinned.

“Well, I trust you and I trust Jake. You are the two people I trust most in the world. I always thought it would be hot to watch him with someone else. But I had to wait for the right time. The right person.” I stroked her hair, and Jake’s cheek.

“Really?” He asked. “Did you plan this?”

“No. I did not. I may have fantasized about it once or twice, but I didn’t think it would happen. At least, not this soon.” I said, as Jake reached up to place his palm against my cheek.

Alyssa rolled off the couch, reaching for her t-shirt. “That was fun, but let’s talk seriously for a second because I don’t want this to cause any weirdness or anything. I don’t want to lose my best friend.”

“That won’t happen. But I am hoping this might happen again…That is, if you guys enjoyed it as much as I did.” I said.

“Oh, I enjoyed it!” Alyssa laughed. “I love you guys, and would love to do that again.”

“Well, I think you two know my answer. I never expected this. Not in a million years, but of course I’m up for it again, we just need to lay some ground rules so no one gets hurt.” Jake said.

“We just need to be honest with one another. No secrets or hiding anything. I just don’t want you guys to leave me for each other. That’s the only thing I am totally against. I don’t even mind you guys fooling around together as long as you don’t hide it from me.” I cradled Jake’s head in my lap and looked back and forth between the two of them.

“Babe, you don’t have to worry about that. I love you. Total honesty is what you get. No secrets, no lying.” Jake looked into my eyes as he promised.

“Same here. We can have all the fun we want, but no secrets and no lying. The last thing I want to do is jeopardize our friendship.” Alyssa stuck out her pinky, like we did in college. I reached out and wrapped my pinky around hers. We shook.

“My house is your house, babe.” I smiled at Alyssa.

“Ha ha!” She laughed. “Talk about sharing everything! I’ve never experienced such hospitality.” Then she sauntered off toward her bedroom with a smile on her face and her jeans draped over her arm, hips swinging.

I glanced down at Jake to see him watching her make her way down the hall. The next couple of months were going to be interesting to say the least.

To be continued…

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I stood there under the showerhead and just let the water run down my body when suddenly I felt someone’s hands grabbing at my breasts. I tried to turn around to see who had joined me in the shower, but their strength or my weakness kept me from being able to turn around.

“Who is here with me…talk to me…I don’t like surprises. Come on now…who is here and why won’t you let me see your face?” I asked.

The grip became even firmer, but the stranger would not reveal themselves. Who could the stranger be? Was it someone that Sami had already been with? Could it be a stranger that had been viewing them through the two-way mirror? Who do you think it is?

Suddenly it occurred to me to look down and see if the hands were that of a female or male…it may not tell me who it was…but at least I might be able to tell if it were a man or a woman. There was alot of steam from the hot shower, so at first it was hard to see their hands…thinking quickly…I reached up with my foot and pushed the dial closed and the water stopped. The grip became even firmer…almost a painful firm. I was really starting to get pissed…I wanted to know who had joined me in the shower. After a few minutes the steam began to clear and I looked down to the hands that held my breasts and seen that they were the hands of a man…but it wasn’t a man that I had been with tonight. How do I know this? His hands were very large and very black. At first I was scared…there was a total stranger in the shower with me…he was big…his hands gripped me so tightly…and I didn’t have any idea what his intentions were.

Suddenly he let go of my breasts and turned me around so that I know faced him. He was so fine. Tall, dark, and oh so handsome. He must have stood at least 6′ 3…had a very toned body…and the biggest cock I had ever seen…well at least in person. He gently took my face into his large hands and brought his face towards mine and began kissing me. He was so gentle…his lips so full and so soft. He then pressed his tongue to my lips and I let him slip right into my mouth. He tasted so yummy. His tongue so thick and long. Soon our tongues were dancing in one another’s mouths. We kissed like this for a very long time and as we kissed his hands roamed all over my wet body…not missing a single curve. I could feel all of those wonderful tingles going through my body once again…this time they were even more intense. I began to moan into his mouth, as his kiss became even more passionate.

He suddenly scooped me up and carried me back to the viewing room. When we got there, everyone else had already left. Looks like we wouldn’t have an audience…at least in the room. He gently laid me down on the bed and began kissing me again…he was such a great kisser. After a few moments he stopped and looked at me.

“Sami, I have been watching you from the other side of that mirror for quite some time and you have me so hard and so horny…I have to have you Sami…I need you. Are you interested Sami?” he asked.

“MMMMmmmmmmm…I can definitely see that you are hard and that in it self is a huge turn-on for me. I have to tell you though; I have never been with a black man…although I have fantasized about it. I am game if you are…and from the looks of that cock, you are more than ready to make my fantasy come true.” was my reply.

He smiled the biggest smile and leaned down to again kiss me. I had never been kissed so passionately in my life…his kisses were really exciting me. He broke away from my lips and started kissing his way down my body, stopping at my neck and kissing and lightly nibbling, then his mouth went to my shoulders…he hit that spot like he knew it was one of those spots that drive me wild. He kissed and sucked on my shoulders…taking his time ofise gelen escort with each of them. All I could do was lay there and moan and my body began to squirm as his kisses got even more intense. Soon his lips were at my breasts…my large full breasts. His tongue went right to my erect nipples, he began sucking them and flicking his tongue back and forth across them…God they felt like they were going to explode into a million pieces. I arched my back pushing them even tighter to his magical lips…he was driving me crazy…absolutely crazy with lust. I bet my nipples had grown to at least an inch in length as he continued to suck and tease them. He made sure to give each breast his special attention. When he switched to the other breast, I looked down and was amazed at how long my nipple had grown; I had never seen them this long before. All I could do was lay there and moan as my whole body began to quiver. He stopped and began kissing even lower. My legs spread without me even thinking about it. He looked up and smiled at me and started to talk.

“MMMMmmmmmm…Sami…I love your tits baby…damn you have some fine nipples. Do you want me to eat that pretty pussy Sami…do you want to feel my tongue sliding up and down that wet slit and suck on that clit of yours? Do you want to be shown the way a woman should be eaten Sami? Tell me what you want Sami.”

“Oh damn…you have me so damn hot and horny…I don’t know if I can handle all of that. I just know that the second your mouth touches my pussy…I am gonna cum buckets. I hope you don’t mind having your face covered with pussy juice.” was my reply.

No sooner had I finished my answer and his mouth was down on my inner thighs. Licking his way up and down my thighs…never touching my pussy. But I could feel that my juices were flowing heavy and fast…I could feel them sliding right down to my ass. Then I felt it. His tongue sliding up and down my wet slit…nice and slow…driving me absolutely fucking crazy. His tongue never even came close to my clit when all of a sudden my whole body began to spasm and my orgasm ripped through me. I screamed out in ecstasy…as my juices exploded. The next thing I know, he grabs my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed and plunges his tongue deep into my pussy. He pushed it so deep…I could have sworn that he had just stuck a cock into me. I began riding his face as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me. I reached down and held his head tight to my pussy as my hips began to rise and fall as I fucked his mouth.

“OHHHHHHHHHHH……
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK…..
CUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMM……..
CCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed as a waterfall of juices poured from within me.

He began moving his head from side to side as his tongue was buried deep inside of me. It was so fucking incredible. He stopped and looked up at me…his face coated with my cum…He smiles real wide and then his face disappeared again. He went right for my clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against it. I grabbed the bedding and my ass came up off that bed and I began screaming again as his tongue absolutely tortured me.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…………….
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!” I screamed.

He stood up and told me to get on my hands and knees. Get up and move, I thought to myself…who the hell is he kidding…I can’t fucking move right now. The whole room was spinning…my pussy wouldn’t stop cumming and he wants me to move.

“I can’t fucking move dude…holy shit….you have no idea what you just did to me. I have to fucking breathe….give me a few minutes, would ya?”

“Sure Sami…I can give you a few minutes…but while we are waiting…you can otele gelen escort show me how you suck a cock…you wanna suck my black cock Sami? Show me how a white girl sucks black cock Sami. Here ya go Sami…. Suck on this for a while.” He said as he put his large cock to my lips.

I began licking the head of his cock and couldn’t believe how thick he was; he had to be at least five inches in diameter. All I could think while I was licking the head was how in the hell am I ever going to take this huge black cock in my pussy? He is gonna stretch my pussy so bad…damn, I hope he is as gentle at fucking me as he was at eating my pussy. After lots of licking…I tried to take the head of his cock into my mouth. I really had to open wide just to get the head in…But I did it. He let out the loudest moan as I began sucking the head of his monstrous cock.

“Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh…….
yesssssssssssssss….
that’s it Sami….show me how a white girl sucks a black mans cock. Take it girl…..Come on now….swallow more of it…you can do it….I know you can.”

I took in a deep breath and swallowed more of him. My mouth was so wet; he began to slide deeper into my mouth. I gripped his cock with my hand and my hand and mouth started sliding up and down his massive cock. He was so thick and so long that there was no way that I could deep throat him…no way in hell. I then gripped his cock with both hands and they joined the rhythm of my mouth sliding up and down it. His cock was throbbing…the veins bulging as I tried to swallow more of him. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t get my throat to relax enough to take any more of him. Hell, he had to be at least 10 inches or more. I could only take like five, if that. But he seemed to like it, cuz he was fucking my mouth in sync with my mouth sliding up and down. I began sucking as hard as I could as my hands stroked him tighter and tighter. He tried to push himself deeper, but my gag reflex kicked in and he backed out some.

“Damn baby…you are fucking incredible…you sure know how to suck cock Sami. Now…let’s get on those hands and knees and let me fuck you real good. I promise to go nice and slow…when you want more, just push back onto my cock. Come on…roll over and give me access to that pussy of yours.” he said.

I gave him a few more deep strokes into my mouth and then did as he asked and got onto my hands and knees. He began to rub his cock up and down my soaking wet slit…gently pressing against the opening…then back up and down the slit again. After several minutes of this he had me ready to beg.

“Fuck me…….I’m ready for ya now….fuck Sami with that black cock…show me why black men are suppose to be better lovers…feed that cock into my white pussy!”

He did just as I had asked….a few more times up and down my slit and then there it was. He had slowly entered me…just the head at first. My pussy began to stretch to allow his thick cock to enter me. In and out he fucked me with just the head….damn it felt so fucking good….so fucking tight….I had to have more…I had to have it now. I slowly pressed back onto his shaft, slowly taking another inch of him.

“MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm…….damn baby….you already got this pussy stretched….fuck this is so incredible….fuck my white pussy baby…give me a little more baby….easy….easy…..Real slow now.” I whimpered.

Very slowly and gently he began pushing a little more of his cock into me. My pussy has always been tight….but damn….it was so fucking tight right now. Every nerve in my pussy could feel his black cock as he slowly starting fucking me. Soon, I figured I could take even more of him…it was tight…but oh so good. I pushed back against sincan escort him again and soon almost all of him was inside of me. I couldn’t believe how much my pussy had stretched to take him.

“Damn girl…you got almost all this cock in you. Feels good, doesn’t it, Sami…you like this black cock don’t you Sami? Tell me how to fuck you baby….tell me what you want. Come on you white bitch….tell me how to fuck that pussy.” he said.

“Oh yes…….I’m your white bitch….fuck this pussy baby…make me scream baby….fuck me deeper….I can take it….I want all of that black cock inside my white pussy. Give it to me NOWWWWWWWW!” I screamed.

He grabbed my hips and thrust forward driving his cock deep into me. I could feel his balls bouncing off my clit as he was fucking me good and hard. He was grunting with every deep thrust he made into me. He sounded like an animal fucking his prey. His sounds were turning me on so much…we were like a couple of wild animals in heat. Both of us moaning and grunting louder and louder. My pussy swallowing all of his cock….every inch of him was inside me…his balls slapping my engorged clit. Suddenly his grip got tighter and he plunged as deep as he could go and stopped…squeezing my hips real tight…he just stopped.

“FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK…………
OHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK….I’M GONNA BLOW SAMI………YESSSSSSSSSSSS BABYYYYYYYYYY……….HERE IT CUMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!” he yelled as he pulled his cock out and shot his load all over my ass.

Hearing his words and feeling his cock so close to erupting…I began to cum as he withdrew his cock. I wasn’t just cumming……..My juices were squirting all over him as his load splashed all over my ass. It was the most incredible feeling that I had ever experienced. I don’t know who came more, him or me.

I collapsed under him, as my entire body was totally drained. He just kind of rolled off of me and lay beside me. I managed to turn my face to look at him. He was so damn cute…he was lying there with his eyes closed, a huge smile on his face, and a flaccid cock in his hand.

“Damn baby……..You are truly incredible Sami…I ain’t never fucked a pussy like that before. MMM…MMM…MMM…love that pussy of yours baby. How you feelin, huh? Is that white pussy all satisfied now? What do you think of your first experience with a black man? You think you will want to fuck like that again? Give me about 10 minutes and I will be all ready for you again baby!” he stated.

I couldn’t believe what he was saying…give him 10 minutes and he will be all ready to fuck me again. There is no way I could fuck again in 10 minutes. Breathing real heavy still, I rolled over and looked at him.

“I am feeling fanfuckingtastic baby…you definitely know how to fuck. I am so glad that you came into my shower and that you wanted to fuck me. You are the most incredible lover I have ever had, but to answer your question….there is no way in hell I can fuck again tonight. You done wore this pussy out. I’m just going to lay here and bask in the glory of how content I am baby.”

The next thing I knew, I was waking up. I have no idea how long I had been sleeping, no idea what time it was. All I knew was that I felt totally awesome. I looked over to where he was and he was gone. Slowly I sat up and just kind of stared off into space for a few minutes…then I got up and took a shower and dressed and walked back out into the club. There were only a few people left in the club…at least the main part where I was standing. What a fucking night I thought to myself…this was the most incredible first experience I had ever had.

Now it was time to go home and get back to reality. I was glad that it was the weekend. I wouldn’t have to go back to work until Monday. I knew that I wanted to come back to the club someday…but for now, I was totally content. So, back to reality and back to the library where I worked on Monday morning.

Please look for Sami’s adventures outside of the club. Look for her to get some sex at the library…at home…or wherever she can get lucky next.

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My name is Nichole Maywood and I have to tell you how I got my new job. I was online looking for a jog when one caught my eye. It was looking for young actors with no experience required. I thought that sounded good so I went to the online application and filled it out. It asked a lot of questions that I might of thought were inappropriate at any other time but I was ecstatic with joy at the thought of being an actress. It asked things like my physical stats as I filled out blonde hair, green eyes, 110lbs, 5’10”, 19 years old, b32 cup size, 6 dress size and last it asked about any piercing on my body. I answered 2 on each ear, naval, nipples, and clit. Then it asked things like are you on birth control and are you a virgin to which I answered yes and no. the only other question I remember was how many men have you had sex with? I answered 3 and 1 girl. I submitted the form and started dreaming of my career in acting. About a week later I got an e-mail from them saying I was one of the applicants who qualified and to go for the interview next Friday.

On Friday I wanted to look my best so I took a shower, shaved my legs and pussy (something I have been doing since my first sexual relationship when I was 15). I put on my favorite white miniskirt and a white tube top to match as well as makeup. To bring out my eyes I wear blue eye liner and to bring out my lips I wear lip gloss. I drove down to the address given and went inside. It was a nice looking lobby with some pictures of the owner and other management on one wall. I went to the counter and told the woman who I was and she immediately said to go into the next room for a few simple tests to see your acting skills.

When I entered a tall skinny guy with dark hair asked me to sign a few things before we start. One stated that they had the right to video tape any or all of the events that take place. Another that all the information on the application was true and correct. When I signed all those he did a very unexpected thing by dropping his pants and asking my to suck his dick off. I didn’t think this was a test but I thought it would help if I sucked his cock so I got on my knees and put his dick in my mouth and started sucking. kızılay escort At first it was just something to get a job but as his dick hardened and grew in my mouth I started to get a bit wet. I was now sucking his dick as hard as I could and had been for a few minutes but he still hadn’t cum. I couldn’t believe how much stamina he had; I used to think I wanted to have a boyfriend like this but now I am not too sure. Finally he started to really get into it and he started to fuck my mouth as his dick pulsed and shot stream after stream of hot sperm into my mouth. I swallowed all of cum and then stood up. He said good job as he put his dick away. I was somewhat disappointed because my pussy was aching to be fucked. He told me to go into the next room and wait for the next test.

The next room I entered was very large and had a door at the other end and a large bed in the middle. I was greeted by a huge man with a very deep voice. All he was wearing was a bathrobe and it was very apparent to me that this isn’t what I was expecting when I filled out the application. But on the other hand I was horny and this guy is very handsome so I figured I would fuck him. Without request I opened his robe and started to suck his dick. It was much larger than the other mans so I couldn’t get the whole thing in my mouth. After a little while of sucking his cock I started to rub my clit through my silk thong. Now my pussy was really burning to be fucked so I slipped my panties off and started to finger fuck my throbbing pussy. He saw this and stood me up and walked me to the bed. He pulled my top and my skirt off then proceeded to lick and finger my little pussy. He really knew what he was doing and in no time I was quivering and moaning as a long awaited orgasm flowed through my entire body. I nearly passed out it felt so good.

When I recovered he was just sticking his huge dick in my shaved little pussy. He first teased by rubbing up and down but then in one giant push he was completely inside me. It was more filled then I had ever been in my entire life. He stayed in my pussy like that for a few secants before pulling almost completely maltepe escort out and shoving it all the way back in. after doing that 3 more times he started to fuck my pussy at full speed. I couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt and I caught myself screaming “fuck me ,oh god fuck my pussy”. now he was holding my ankles up as his dick deeply hammered my pussy. I was moaning loudly as another orgasm rushed though my body. I was quivering and my pussy squeezed his dick hard enough to make him shoot his load deep inside my pussy. Again I started blacking out and when I woke up their was more than 30 men in the room all starring at me lying spread eagle on the bed, my pussy red and leaking cum from the last guy who fucked me. Then one walked up and laid down on the bed next to him and instructed me to ride him. I was so horny I was on him instantly riding him as hard as I could. He reached back and started to finger my ass; I had never had sex in the ass but his finger felt really good and before long he put another finger up my virgin ass. I was about to cum when I felt another dick taking the place of the other guys fingers and pounding my ass. Then another dampening my moans as it slid in my mouth. I felt like such a slut fucking 3 guys at once while others looked on. The 2 new dicks pushed me over the edge as I came trying unsuccessfully to scream because it felt soooo good. It didn’t take long for the guys to cum shooting a load in my ass, my mouth, and my pussy adding to the cum already in there. As they pulled out their spent dicks a few more guys took there place this time I rode one in my ass while I sucked another. My legs spread open exposing the greasy cum covered mess that is my pussy. The smell of sex was everywhere and just then the dick in my ass started pulsing sending me though another orgasm as he shot his balls supply of cum into my ass. I pulled off my ass gaping open and a bit of cum dripped out when the guy in my mouth saw this he came so hard and fast it slipped out shooting hot jizz all over my face.

I then laid down on my back as 5 guys circled me2 shoving there dicks in my pussy while 2 jacked mamak escort off and the last shoved his dick in my mouth. Then I felt something being stuck in my ass. At first I thought a dick but it was cold for one and way bigger that a dick. Later I found out it was a beer bottle. I was completely stuffed. The pleaser was unbelievable as I was fucked hard in every hole. Soon the dicks in my pussy started to pulse then the first guy shot his cum all over my stomach filling my naval with a little pool while the guy in my mouth came all over my face. I swallowed what little got in my mouth but most was on my chin and cheeks. Then the other guy who was fucking my pussy came all over my breasts. I felt so used all covered with cum, more dipping from my pussy and a bottle in my ass. Then the bottle was removed and I saw a guy stick I 40 oz beer bottle in my dripping pussy. Then he stuck his own cock in my ass and as he fucked me his pelvis pushed the bottle in. just then both guys who where jacking off came all over my face and breasts. And 2 more replaced them. While one guy came up to fuck my mouth. With my pussy being stuffed to the limit by the bottle and I dick in my ass and mouth I came again. I felt just like a little whore fucking a huge group of guys I don’t even know.

After everyone in the entire room had cum at least twice they all left leaving me completely covered in hot com with at least 30 orgasms dripping out of my ass and pussy. Then another group came in with a briefcase. They pulled out a clear rubber tube and stuck one end in my ass and the other in my mouth and told me to suck. Reluctantly I did and cum filled the tube and poured into my mouth. It was really warm and thick but I liked the taste and swallowed every bit. As I sucked the cum out of my well fucked ass they were scooping cum out of my messy pussy with a spoon and putting it in a cup. Also they were collecting as much cum as they could off my stomach and breasts. When the tube turned a brownish shade I stopped sucking and then drank the cup. I could barley believe how much cum there was. When they left me my hair was sticky face crusty with cum I felt a slight breeze in my pussy and ass because they were gaping open from all the fucking. I looked at my watch and it said 3:00 am, I had been fucking for 10 hours strait.

Then a man came in and told me that they made a tape but not to worry it will be given to me. I was also told that all of the 32 me who fucked me didn’t have any STD and that if I wanted a job as a porn star it was mine.

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I am thinking about that time in Morocco. It was a dangerous time in 1930. You and I went to visit Alexis and her lover Pytor in the lower side of Tangier. We had a wonderful afternoon strolling the long narrow alleyways browsing for nicks and knacks. The streets were filled with cinnamon and oranges. Small boys rushed about in bandit ways. It was a bustling African port city. Women dressed in Muslim fashion glanced out of black dress. Small boys ran in and out playing games of tag or petty crime. The sun was hot and cast dark shadows into the back of shops. Eyes peered out of the darkness.

Alexis took us to this sunny café for a little luncheon and we talked of her expatriate life and drank wine. She was dazzling in her youth and richness. Her old European money, which on one hand she rejected with Marxist philosophy, and on the other, bought her the lifestyle of the bohemian artist, and her artist lover, the blond Russian. They were both so beautiful, She so blond and English, he so blond and chiseled, a tree. After the wine, we smoked a little hashish from the hookah that Alexis purchased from some depth in the back of the café. It was a warm and wonderful afternoon.

The sun and the conversation did lull you, I noticed. You were staring out at the bay looking at young Egyptian sailors rig sails. You were happily sloppy, a far away look in your eyes in a far away place. I suggested a nap for the afternoon, and we all agreed that lunch had lasted too long. We set a date for dinner at midnight at Alexis’s flat and said our goodbyes.

The hotel Alhambra had given us a wonderful suite of rooms. High bright windows cast the afternoon sun in long beams across the marbled floors. A breeze rustled the lace curtains and brought in the fragrances of the street. Cardamom, lemons, sage. A magnificent bed lay in the sun’s light to one side of the large room, easy to the breeze, and the sheets were very white. You gazed for a while at the street four flights below. You were drunk, and high.

“I love this place,” you said, “it’s so hot… and I feel it to my heart”. You smiled and dropped the dress from your shoulders. Your flesh blazed in the sunlight against the window.

You were hot. Your skin glistened çukurambar escort with the afternoon heat. ” I feel like a cat,” you giggled, and then slipped onto the sheets naked to nap.

“I’m going down for a newspaper and some cigarettes… I’ll be back in a while, my sweet,” I said, leaning across you to nuzzle your neck.

You reached out and caressed a place at the top of my legs. “Bring me back a little of this before supper,” you laughed, and then you rolled on your side. “Ohh. I’m so high…” and you were asleep.

In the lobby, I passed a girl selling flowers and oranges. She was talking to Hamid, the tall young man who worked as the hotel’s bellman. I gave her a few franks and asked her to bring a bottle of water and some oranges up to our room. She smiled and said she would. The tall youth smiled as well.

I went down the corner to a place where the foreign papers came mostly daily and tried to find a copy of “The Times” of London and some American cigarettes. The owner said that the “Times” had not come in weeks… but that he had saved a copy of the “Globe” which had come from Gibraltar. He had no American tobacco but there was French. We passed some pleasantries about a ship that had passed recently into the Mediterranean and the various movements of the Germans in Algiers. I bought some small chocolates thinking they would compliment the oranges I had purchased earlier.

The lobby was empty when I came in from the afternoon street. The shadows of the west were getting longer and my own stretched tall into the dark hotel. The suite had two rooms and I took another door in so as not to wake you. I was quiet and closed the door with a whisper. I was just settling into my chair in the sitting room when I was startled by the awareness of another presence, unexpected. As I looked into the bedroom I saw frozen against the window the tall figure, Hamid.

He apparently had brought the water and oranges up into the suite. Thinking no one was in he had slipped into the room to deliver the delicacies, using his passkey. There he saw you sprawled in the sunlight, naked on the bed. Your body was dazzling in its whiteness and I, staring, had caught him. He was stock demetevler escort still in his terror.

The silhouette he cast beneath his white muslin Djibouti was lean and athletic, a body of a runner. His skin was a deep, dark walnut, almost Negroid. His long, thin face was that mix of Moor and Mediterranean that defied a racial origin. He could be Egyptian, Arabic, or Greek, no one could tell. It was enough, that he was dark, and long, and young… and clearly aroused.

As I stood to approach him, he shifted suddenly as if to flee past me. I held my finger to my lips, as if to bid him be silent. I held out my other hand openly, warmly and waved it slightly toward your body as if I was presenting you upon a stage. My eyes met his in an inquiring fashion, and my smiled betrayed a trace of mischief. At first, he remained wary, until I sat upon the end of the bed. He relaxed a bit and I motioned him to sit as well. We both sat and gazed upon your sun-splashed body. You lay in the sun on your side. Your skin had the mildest slick from the heat, and your breasts glistened.

“Hmmmmm,” you moaned, cat-like, still asleep. “You came back to give me a little present. I’ve been waiting. It’s warm and I’m still so high.”

“This is a surprise,” I said, quietly. “You cannot peek.” and I took my silk cravat and tied it carefully about your head.

“Ohhhh, I like this kind of surprise,” you said, and you reached out and touched my hands.

“Lie still,” I commanded gently, placing your hands at your sides. “I want to stroke your fire.” At this, I grabbed the bellman’s wrist and moved his hands along your shoulders. He smiled cautiously as you purred. As if he were my puppet, I had him caress the length of your body, along your sides, along your breasts, along your thighs. You were quiet as this play took place, only the occasional inward gasp of breath. I had his fingers trace your face and neck. I had his hands make circles on your belly. I took his cheek and brushed across your thighs. You swirled in contentment and rising desire.

My young friend became aroused as well. I disrobed him to reveal an enormous erection, a dark penis so thick at its base that I could not put dikmen escort my hand around it. It curved upward in a long, thick arc, a mahogany spear with a bright carmine head. I laid him alongside you and you arched a leg around him, commanding him to enter.

You touched his smooth chest and started suddenly, “What?!” you gasped.

“Shuuush, my love. This is a gift. Take it in.” You acquiesced; knowing the lover to your front was not I, but another. Your encircled leg tightened and impaled you deep upon Hamid’s huge cock. You kissed hungrily and began to rock, and he to you.

At this, I removed the mask my cravat had made and you gazed upon the young man who thrust deeply into your body. His smooth brown face and red mouth became your food. You pushed and pulled seeking his cock. Watching this erotic dance, I too became aroused. Removing my trousers, I joined you in the bed, stroking your back and reaching for your breasts from behind. Hamid grunted as he thrust himself against you. I reached down and felt the pulsing course of cock and cunt. The place between your thighs was slick with the mingling of two fucking bodies. I stroked his cock as I stroked your cunt. My fingers became slick with your lubricant. I needed to join this dance. I lay as a spoon to your back and kissed your neck. Your arched leg about the boy gave entrance to a dark place as you rocked back and forth.

With my own penis, I slid myself into your vault and you moaned again, completely filled. You had become the meat of a sandwich of men, and yet it was into you to whom they plunged and clung so deeply. Your loins became a pendulum of pleasure as your pelvis was filled in any direction you moved. The rhythm that had been slow and steady built faster and more urgent. The three of us rushing into each other’s bodies. You clawed the young body in front of you, thrusting his horn into your belly. The thickness of his cock rubbing all of you completely.

Your tongue plunged wildly into his mouth as mine plunged deeply into your ear. All became a confusion of sense and sweat that had no boundary or beginning as you cried. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” became a mantra as you thrust back and forth. In waves, you began to shudder, and there was no more control to your dance. Your head arched back to senselessly kiss me as your body throbbed upon two men who had faded into unreality.

We stroked you quietly in the sunlight for some time. Spent. Completed. The smell of oranges and cinnamon came into the room on the breeze.

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This is a story that goes along with my losing a bet series about the fun with my sister and her husband. If you haven’t read it please try it you might like it. If you like or have comments please leave me a note.

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Waking I heard the shower running, Beth must be getting ready to leave already. She had a seminar she was attending in L.A. This week. Needing to piss I decided to go join her. When I entered the john I could see her using the hand held shower spray to stimulate her pussy. We have a clear shower door, as we both like to watch the other when we are in there. As I sat to relieve myself I watched her. She must have been close to a climax because her eyes were closed. I finished and opened the door, she jumped a little then realized it was I.

“Hi sailor want to lend a hand?” she asks.

“Love to.” I replied

Reaching around her back I took a breast in each hand and rubbed the nipple between my fingers. Leaning forward I kissed the nap of her neck. Whispering in her ear how I would love to take her here in the shower and eat her out.

“Silly boy you can’t do that. You know I am having my period you will have to wait.”

“Well at least I can play with you and relieve some of your pressure.”

” I know that wand stimulates you quite well, but the water isn’t as good as my finger is it?”

“Oh no I love it when you finger me while in the shower.”

“In fact you seem to have some pressure yourself.” Grabbing my swollen cock she applied some soap and started to pump me. Growing to its full 9″ she had me ready to burst real fast. I continued to finger her and her breath started to come in short gasps.

“Oh Shit that’s it rub me harder.”

“Ooh fuck this is what I needed.”

She started to shake and become rigid “Oh crap this is good.”

Just then the phone rang I was tempted to let it go but it might be her boss so I answered it.

A sexy voice that I half recognized said. “Hi sailor what took you so long, playing with the wife so early in morning?”

“Whoa oh ah.” I stammered.

“Must have been giving her a tongue lashing still got it all tied up I see.” She purred.

At that I recognized who it was “Sharon you silly girl where are you?”

“In Vegas, headed your way thought I would stay over for a while if I could. Would like seeing you kid? I just quit my job and want to have some fun.”

Sharon and I had been lovers in school. She had introduced Beth to me. I got shivers up and down my spine, thinking about the kind of fun that we had together.

“Sure but Beth will be out of town for a few days.” I said.

“Oh great we will be alone then for a while?” she almost chuckled.

We talked for a while and agreed she would be in this afternoon and spend 2 weeks with us. As I finished the conversation Beth came out of the bathroom. Dressed, and ready to go.

I only had time to tell her that Sharon would be here for a while when the car came to take her to the airport.

When she had gone I felt bad that I hadn’t told her Sharon was going to be here 5 days before she returned. But what she didn’t know was not going to hurt anything.

Thinking about what might happen had me all aroused and excited, so I couldn’t think of work for now. I decided to take a swim and cool down. We live on a 3-acre place so I had the privacy to swim in the nude, as we did most of the time.

When I had completed my normal laps and had settled into a lounger to tan the thought’s of Sharon returned. She had been the first to teach me to eat pussy and gave büyükesat escort the best head I had ever gotten. Thinking about it got me all stiff and randy feeling. So I started to stroke myself unconsciously.

“What do you think you are doing?!!” shrieked a voice form the porch it was my mother in law Mona.

“Mona? What are you doing here?” I answered. Grabbing a towel form the table beside me.

“John ran off to San Diego. Supposable for a meeting. I can’t reach his office they say his secretary is out.”

” I bet he took that tramp for.” She was half-drunk and half-crying. “Get my bags ill be staying here for a while”

With that she stormed into the house going to the guestroom. When she passed the liqueur cabinet she grabbed the best full bottle of scotch I had.

I got dresses and went to retrieve her bags. By the time I had them all in the house she had drained a third of the bottle and passed out on the bed. Laying there her dress half hiked up her leg’s I could see she wore French cut panties. Deciding to help out I straightened her out on the bed. She didn’t come around so I figured she was out of it for the night and removed her jacket. When she didn’t stir so I got braver and removed her shoes, then her skirt, and finally the slip. Here I was my wife’s mother with only her skimpy bra and panties passed out in my house. Her heavy breasts rising and falling with every breath she took. For the third time today I was getting turned on. My dick at full mast and nothing to do for it. Did I dare get braver and play with her pussy, or maybe get a good look at her titties?

Sharon would be here before long and I needed to get ready for her.

Sharon arrived about an hour later. When I meet her at the door, I nearly fell over she had obviously been working out the last few years. She had always been a good-looking woman but now she was a real beauty.

Immediately she grabbed me and planted a big kiss on my lips. Respond I held her and smashed her breasts against me.

Our tongues met and danced for a moment.

“Well I see you missed me sailor.”

“Where is Beth?”

“She is in LA for the week. I told you that.” I said. “However her mom is passed out in our guestroom.”

“Darn that means I have to use your room then huh.”

We settled down and had a light salad for supper, then went to check on Mona. She was still out like a lamp so we went to bed.

It was like the 3 years we had been apart didn’t exist. We fell into each other’s arms. Kissing deeply and passionately. I felt the old familiar stirring in my groin. Of course it didn’t help that I had been walking around all day with blue balls not getting any relief. I explained what had been happening to me.

Sharon laughed. “Well let’s see what we can do about some relief for this poor thing.” Reaching between my legs she took me in her hand and started to stroke me real slowly. The velvet soft skin of her hand had me hard as a rock in no time. “You are really stiff,” she said. With this she slid down and took me in her mouth and twisted her tongue all around the head. “Mumm this is good.”

“I can taste the pre-come already.”

“Oh shit yes that is good take it all in baby.” I panted. “I’m about to come.” I warned. No women had ever taken my sperm in their mouth before. I figured she would finish me off with her hand. But she seemed to just take it deeper into her mouth. As I came she had me all the way in with the head down her throat. She sputtered some but kept swallowing and fucking her face. This çankaya escort gave me the best feeling I have ever had from a blowjob. As I recovered she moved up and kissed me square on the mouth expelling some of my sperm into my mouth it was great A little salty but smooth also.

Moving down I licked my way to her breasts and licked each of them in turn rubbing her sides and tweaking the nipples with my teeth. Trailing a line of saliva to her belly button I found she had a ring there playing with it with my tongue I slid my hands down under her ass and played with her cheeks, bringing my hands around I found her slit and rubbed it slowly.

“Oh Shit I need you inside me!” She said. “I’ve thought about nothing all day except how good you would feel in my mouth and in my cunt.”

Playing with her some more I placed my mouth on her slit and started to tongue fuck her. She started to buck pounding my chin and nose into her pelvis. Running my flat tongue up and down. Then forming it into a small dick I shoved it in as far as I could. Her legs tightening around my head till it started to feel like she was going to crack my skull. She tasted sweet like honey. Then all of a sudden she let out a scream that I thought would surely wake the dead.

“Oooh…Shit now do me deeper shit… Oh yes.” She fell back on the bed panting. “That was great.”

As she settled down I got between her legs and inserted myself into her slick pussy.

She let out a soft moan as I did.” Some things never change I see you still get ready easy.”

“Seconds are my favorite.”

“What no thirds?”

“Let’s see how you handle seconds first.” I joked.

Pulling her legs up and placing them over my shoulders I got as deep as I could causing her to shiver. With her clit fully exposed to me, I reached down and played with it. Looking directly into her eyes I saw they were all glassy again. She was taking short rapid breaths also placing her feet together did two things caused me to get better friction and placed the bottom of her feet where I could lick and kiss them. Sucking her big toes into my mouth sent her over the edge. Her internal muscles squeezing me and pulsating at the same time.

We fell into a sweaty mess on the bed. Falling asleep in a spoon fashion.

About three hours I awoke feeling something pulling at my dick, she had me in her mouth again. “Ready for those thirds?” she purred.

“If you think you can stand it.” I said remembering how she had loved to be on top; I turned on my back. Smiling she straddled my now ready prick and set down in one smooth stroke.

“Oh. Yes baby you still have the biggest dick I have had.” She smiled and started to hump like there was no tomorrow. Setting up so I could get a firm hold on her titties. Looking over her shoulders I could see the mirror on our chest of drawers. Giving me a full view of her ass and back. My prick sliding in and out of her.

I also caught a glimpse of something at the door to the bedroom. Barely open I caught a glimpse of Mona. Standing there with her hand in her panties pumping like hell. As we continued to fuck she got a funny look on her face, she nearly collapsed. Sharon was really close to coming herself so I ignored the distraction. Working her breasts and fingering her clit again she came like a racehorse. Collapsing on the bed beside me.

Having came twice already I was still hard as hell. I explained that I had seen my wife’s mom watching us I excused myself and headed for the bathroom. Once there I took the other door, which led cebeci escort to my office and went into the hall. There was Mona still looking through the door watching Sharon play with her self.

I walked up behind her and reached around grabbing hold of both her breasts lifting her off the floor.

“You like watching us why not join us.” I said

“Oh stop please… no I couldn’t…” still close to coming she was not sure what to do.

I realized she was still 2\3 drunk and didn’t realize this wasn’t her daughter.

The lights were off and Sharon had a similar build to my wife so she thought it was she.

Spying on us isn’t as much fun as joining us Mona; I placed a tie that I had dropped around her eyes. Just pretend it’s a stranger you are with. I continued to play with her breasts and reached between her legs to find a very wet spot. This set her off.

“ohh shit yes I need that play with me. I need a release, you kids are so sexy like that.”

“Go ahead come for us we want to see you do it.”

Sharon jumped to the chance to grab a breast and placed it in her mouth.

“Mmmum this is sweet so firm.” She whispered.

Mona was loosing it shaking and moaning like crazy.

“Aaaah fuck this is good… shit put it in further.”

With this I leaned her over the side of the bed exposing her cunt both to Sharon and I.

Sharon was first to act dropping down between her legs and sticking her tongue in as far as she could.

Lapping up and down with the wide part of it. Then she took some of the cum and spit and lubed her anus sticking her finger in to the first knuckle.

“Ahhh fuck noooo … don’t that hurts aaaahhh don’t stop shit…”

Sharon pushed even further all the way to where her fist was at the entrance.

I jumped on the bed and set in front of Mona’s face directing my cock into her mouth. Instinctively she sucked it into her mouth. “Oh god yes I want your dick in my mouth John won’t let me do this he thinks it’s dirty.

“Take it all bitch. You need to learn to do it better for him.”

“Mmmum Oooh Ahhh”

“good god it’s big” she was on the verge of a big one. I could tell with Sharon sucking her clit and my dick in her mouth she was on verge of a mind-blowing climax.

“Lick my clitt baby do mommy good. Oh shit yes Ahhh fffuccck me now.”

With this I slid off the bed and moved Sharon away from her. I placed my dick in her womanhood and shoved for all I was worth.

“Ahhh god damn, that is too big.”

“Give me more you prick.” She panted.

I could feel my own climax starting at my toes and boiling up into my nuts. Just then she started to ripple the muscles in her stomach started to contract and her pussy squeezed like a vice.

At this I came like a champ spewing shot after shot into her. We collapsed into the bed.

I could feel Sharon playing with my ass as I lay on top of Mona. Her ass still was trapping my prick between her cheeks.

“That was hot as hell. I like older women.”

“They are so up tight and horny, don’t you think?” I ask.

“Oh definitely.” Replied Sharon.

“What is she going to think when she wakes up sober?” She asks.

“Don’t know. But I want to take advantage of this as much as we can while we have it.”

“You seemed to like eating her as much as you do guy’s. This is new for you or have you became more liberal with your favors.”

“I see you and Beth haven’t talked about me much.”

“Well I haven’t told her we were lovers if that is what you mean.”

“Don’t worry, she and I were also silly.”

“You mean she was your lover too? I don’t believe it.”

“I never thought about that possibility.”

“So think about it. We could have a hole new set of fun.”

With that we sank back into bed and well asleep.

To Be Continued…

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Chapter 25: Julie stays another day

Like the previous morning, Julie Jasper came to wakefulness on Monday after having had some intensely sexual dreams. The difference was these dreams had been pleasant and pleasurable; she had enjoyed what was going on in these dreams. She cracked an open eye at the clock on the bedside table: 5:32, it read, and the darkness in the room told her dawn was still a while off. The muffled noise from below, however, told her that the diner was humming with the early-risers.

Suddenly, Julie realized that while someone still shared her bed, it was Janet’s smaller female frame that lay facing away from her, her long strawberry blonde hair fanning across the pillow. Michael was apparently gone. Julie noticed, too, that as she lay on her back, there was a large wet spot under her butt. Since she vividly – exquisitely – recalled Michael spraying her face with his cum the night before, she surmised that he must have fucked her again in her sleep before he left.

Julie shrugged her shoulders as she rolled over and dozed back off. She chuckled sleepily as she recalled the most vivid of her sexy dreams. She had been in a room with a single spotlight on a bed, with a dark background, surrounded by men with hard cocks. She couldn’t see their faces, but she could definitely see their dicks as they took turns fucking her in all of her holes. Suddenly, she was alone, with Michael fucking her hard and, strangely, her Aunt Cora had been in a chair off to the side watching. Maybe that had been when Michael was actually fucking her earlier. In Julie’s dream, her aunt didn’t say anything, but just sat in the chair watching avidly, nodding her head and smiling. It appeared that she was masturbating, although she couldn’t recall actually seeing anything. But Aunt Cora was dressed in her sexiest blood-red nightgown, with the hem of the gown bunched up in her lap and her hands between her legs. In her sleepy haze, Julie decided it meant that Aunt Cora approved of her radical new life.

To say that Julie came from a small family would be an understatement. Her mother, Estelle, had been the older of two daughters of the owner of a shoe store in a small town in East Texas: Cora was four years her junior. Julie had been an only child, born in 1960 when her mom was 41, and Cora, despite three failed marriages, never had children.

Her father, Ed Leary, had grown up in San Antonio with an older brother and a younger sister. Uncle George had had two sons and a daughter; one son was killed in Vietnam in 1967 and the other died in a refinery accident in 1971, both leaving no children. Her uncle had died four years after that, of a broken heart, they all said. Her Aunt Louise had married an Army man from New York and gone back to live there, and Julie had only met the woman twice, at her uncle’s and her father’s funerals. So that left her cousin Diane in San Antonio, with whom she exchanged Christmas cards, but only saw about once every six years or so, and Aunt Cora, who lived alone in a townhouse in New Orleans.

Cora was 74 and still active, although arthritis was starting make walking more difficult and she had started using a cane to help her get around, but otherwise she had aged well. She had frequently visited her sister, who continued to love and stand by her even as she strongly disapproved of her lifestyle. Julie, of course, adored her aunt, because she was so sophisticated and charming, and she always brought Julie the neatest gifts. Then, when they had lived in the New Orleans suburb of Slidell, in the late 1980s, she had become even closer to her aunt. That had been the only thing she had liked about living in Louisiana, and they had stayed in close touch.

Many who saw them together were astounded to learn that Julie was not Cora’s daughter. They had the same tall, slender build, the same striking good looks and the same bright red hair, although her aunt’s shoulder-length mane of curly hair was shot through with silver by now. Estelle – and Ed, for that matter – had both been shorter and stockier, and Julie, at a shade less than 6 feet tall, had been considerably taller than both of her parents.

Cora McConnell had scandalized her family with her bohemian, feminist lifestyle, but now Julie understood that her aunt had chosen to embrace her sexuality and not hide from it. It had been her aunt who had encouraged her to take an interest in the arts, and to major in theater education in college when her high school interest in the stage became a passion for acting. Her aunt had even run interference for her with her mother on the issue, although her mom had insisted that she earn a minor – nearly a double major – in business. The irony was not lost on her mom that Julie had actually made better grades and won more honors in the business school at Baylor than in the drama department.

The point was, Julie thought as she woke up again and glanced at the clock, which read 5:46, Aunt Cora would encourage her to push forward fearlessly with her new self. balgat escort Julie reasoned that God had made her like this; had given her a sexy, desirable body, an outgoing personality and an apparently enormous capacity for giving and receiving sexual pleasure. Why shouldn’t she enjoy it? Why shouldn’t she share her talents with the wider world? Sure, there were risks, a lot of them. Julie was well-read, and she knew what hazards awaited the careless and unsuspecting. But, she finally decided, she could also get hit by a truck on the way home. There were no guarantees in life, and she made up her mind that she was going to experience everything she had missed by living a sheltered, proper life.

As she woke up again, with a start, she understood what she needed to do. Getting up out of bed, she looked around on the bedside table until she found what she needed, Janet’s cell phone. She also found an envelope with her name on it. She picked up the letter and the phone, went to the bathroom and shut the door. After peeing and starting a pot of coffee in the small 4-cup pot that sat on a small serving wagon, she opened the cell phone and dialed her home number. It was 5:54, and she knew she needed to hurry. Glenn left the house at 6:05 so he could negotiate the freeway traffic to his downtown office. She wanted to catch him just before he walked out the door, so he wouldn’t have time to argue with her about her decision.

Emily answered on the second ring, “Hello?” “Hi, sweetheart! How was your weekend?” Julie asked her daughter brightly. “Everything go OK?” “Hey Mom!” Emily answered. “Everything went great. Gramma left yesterday afternoon, after Dad got back. Really, it was kind of a quiet weekend. How’s Kansas City?” “It’s been a real interesting visit,” Julie said. “I’ve had a great time! Look, I need to speak to your father real quick before he leaves. Is he still there?”

Emily went to get Glenn, who answered the phone breathlessly. “Yeah, darling, what is it?” Glenn said. “Dear, I’ve got some good news and I’ve got some bad news,” Julie began. She had her script just about all worked out in her head. “First of all, the van broke down in Oklahoma. It wasn’t anything serious, but they had to bring the part down from Oklahoma City and couldn’t get it replaced until Saturday. So I didn’t get here until Saturday afternoon, and by then the Hyatt was full. Fortunately, I ran into an old friend, Janet Koslowski, from KU, while I was at the desk trying to figure out what to do.”

Julie was talking hurriedly so Glenn wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgewise. “She lives here in one of the suburbs, and offered to put me up for the weekend,” Julie went on. “But here’s the news I wanted to tell you. We were talking at the dinner Saturday night, and she mentioned that she was in sales for a company that contracts with publishers to sell textbooks and other educational materials. And she said they needed somebody to handle their Dallas account, and that I might be what they’re looking for, because of my background in education. It pays $30,000 a year, plus commission, for part-time work. She’s arranged an interview for me at 10 o’clock this morning, and that’s the bad news. If I get the job – and it’s almost guaranteed that I will – then I’ll have to stay this afternoon to fill out forms and go through an orientation. So it looks like I won’t be home until tomorrow.”

Despite his need to hurry up, finish dressing and leave for work, Glenn was stunned by his wife’s announcement. “A job?” he stammered. “Why do you need a job? Don’t I make plenty of money? Don’t you have enough to do at home?” Julie felt her anger boil at that last remark. You asshole, she thought, enough to do at home? God, what a sexist question, she thought. “Glenn, I don’t know where you ever got the idea that I was happy being tied to the house by my apron strings,” she said slowly and evenly. “But the fact is I’ve been miserable. I need to get out of the house and do something. I want to do something for myself, for a change. I’ve been a homebody too long. I want to meet people and become involved in the community.” Julie had to suppress a giggle at that. She was going to meet people, all right. She was going to meet them and fuck them, she thought wickedly. “I don’t know about this,” Glenn said in that pompous tone of voice she had always hated, because it emphasized his feelings of superiority. “I don’t know if I approve of you going off behind my back and looking for a job.”

Julie just gritted her teeth and couldn’t help the cold tone that entered her voice as she replied, “Glenn, in the first place, I didn’t go looking for this job. It found me. In the second place, I didn’t think I had to get your approval to better myself, or my family. We can use the money, I’m interviewing for the job, I’m going to get it and that’s all there is to it. So I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. Now run along to work, dearie, and let me talk to Brian.” Julie gave her son some instructions, told him she loved him batıkent escort then hung up.

“Yes, yes, yesssss!” she exulted to herself, as she pumped her fists. She could already feel her pussy juicing up from anticipation. She was going to spend the day exploring her newfound sexuality. She wanted to do some of the things she had done in the video, only this time she wanted to be fully conscious and aware of what was going on. She wanted to take on a more active role this time, to suggest some things, and to carry herself to peaks of pleasure unending. She fixed herself a cup of coffee, sat on the toilet to do her morning business, then opened the envelope of the letter that had been left for her.

Inside, she found a letter and a bundle of 50 crisp $100 bills. “Dear Miss Julie,” the letter began. “Words are inadequate to describe my joy at the fact that you will be joining our family. I am a man who needs more than one woman in my life, and for two years now, since Sandy passed away, it has just been Janet and me. She is a wonderful woman, and she loved Sandy almost as much as I did. Since then, we have tried out a number of women for that role, and while many have gone to work for me, they didn’t have that special something, which you have in abundance. It is a pity that you have to leave and return to your family, but I understand the importance of obligations. Still, I had hoped the three of us might have a little ménage a trois before you left. However, I have business to attend to in Oklahoma City and I won’t be back until late tonight. I am a patient man, and I hope that one day we can all be together on a more permanent basis. At any rate, you were phenomenal all weekend, but especially last night. You will find enclosed the cash half of your first month’s compensation. Janet has another envelope with your tips from this weekend, something like $5,000, the most we’ve ever collected for a first-timer. Janet has some things she wants to go over with you, some advice and stuff. Listen to her. She’s been in this business a long time and she’s a pro. Best of all, she’s scrupulously honest. You are one of a kind, and I am looking forward eagerly to your return in June. Love, Michael.”

Julie thought the letter was one of the sweetest love notes she’d ever read, and she couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow – or tonight – and thank him personally. Then she turned her attention to the bundle of cash and did some quick math. Fifteen thousand dollars times six visits a year to the Ponderosa was around $90,000 a year. That, plus the income from the sex business she was planning to open when she got back to Texas, and her smile got wider and wider.

Hell, Julie thought, she could make several hundred grand a year doing this, something her body had come to crave anyway. Do it three years, build up a clientele, squirrel away the money carefully, and she figured she could bank a million or more by the time the contract expired. That would be more than enough to send Glennie Boy packing. And THEN the percentage money from the movies she would be starring in would start to kick in, and she did some quick figuring on the figures Michael had cited the day before. That would add up to about $100,000 a year, and that would be legitimate income, a good cover for the other, illegitimate, income she was going to be bringing home. Without even thinking about it, her right hand had flipped through her pussy lips and found her clit and she was absently twiddling her twat at the thought of her new career and the wealth it could bring her.

Finishing her coffee, she decided it was time to shower and get on with the day. She had just stepped under the steaming flow, when the shower door opened and Janet stepped in, still rubbing sleep from her eyes. “I thought you might like some company, you know, to help wash each other’s backs,” she said with a wink as Julie stepped aside to allow her under the spray.

They washed each other’s bodies with tender loving care, then hugged each other’s soapy body tightly and kissed with a mounting passion. Inevitably, their fingers found each other’s sex and they each opened their legs to allow the other access to her pussy and clit. They rubbed and kissed and fingered each other until, with a rush, they came together in a convulsive orgasm. “What a way to start the day,” Julie exulted. She felt free, freer than she’d ever been. The preacher’s daughter had become a whore, and she loved it.

Chapter 26: Janet and Julie talk business They dried off then sat naked at the table having another cup of coffee. Julie marveled at the fact that she was sitting at a table, naked, drinking a cup of coffee with another, equally naked, female like it was something she’d done all of her life. Janet squealed with joy when Julie told her of the phone conversation she’d had with her husband, and that she’d be spending today there at the Ponderosa. “Oh, Michael will be thrilled. He was so disappointed that he had to leave so early and would be gone all day,” beşevler escort Janet said. “At the very least, he wanted to see you off properly.” “You mean, see me get off properly,” Julie said with a laugh. “Yeah, that too,” Janet answered, laughing as well.

After they had polished off the coffee, they decided to get dressed and eat breakfast. They had much to discuss. Julie, in particular, wanted to learn as much a she could about the Ponderosa; she wanted to learn more about Michael and Janet’s unusual relationship; and she wanted to discuss in detail exactly what she wanted to do today, and get Janet to help set it up. Janet slipped on a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Julie found one of her favorite dresses, the one she called her rose dress. It was a light one-piece that reached mid-thigh, white with roses for the design. It was lightly banded just under her boobs and had thin shoulder straps. Usually, she wore a strapless bra with it, because she had just always worn a bra. The idea that she would appear in public braless had never even crossed her mind. Yesterday didn’t count, she decided; that had been a sex thing, part of the weekend. But the idea of going around every day, all the time, without underwear would have scandalized her before, but no more. Now the idea turned her on. She slipped the dress on, fluffed up her hair, put on some light make-up – Julie never needed much make-up because her complexion was nearly perfect – and was ready to go. Not only did she not have on a bra, but she skipped the panties, as well. She reasoned that if she was going to be an available sex provider, she needed to be, well, available.

Over breakfast – fruit and a bowl of Cheerios – the two women talked about their lives. Janet, like nearly everyone who met her, found herself liking this personable redhead a lot. She may have been prim and proper beforehand, but she was smart, witty and a good listener. Throughout breakfast, the two women were subject to leering stares by many of the male customers, but they simply ignored them. This was not the time for sex. Julie was there to gather information.

Over the course of breakfast, Julie learned that Janet had grown up in a small town not far from Dallas, where she had learned about sex at an early age. She had shown an uninhibited appetite for sex at an early age, and had made it her business to screw as many of the local studs as she could before she shook the dust of her hometown off her feet and made her way to the big city.

Janet especially relished telling one story about the time she fucked all the members of her school’s basketball team. “I really came to appreciate the workings of a black man’s cock that day,” she said. “They fucked me every way to Sunday.” Of course, her reputation wasn’t much, but that was OK, she’d only gone back there a few times a year to see her family, after she finished high school and moved to Dallas.

Hard times had awaited her in Dallas. The boyfriend she thought she’d been in love with had started sending her out to Deep Ellum to turn tricks to support the cocaine habit they had acquired and to put some meager food in the refrigerator. Her luck changed, oddly enough, when she was swept up in a big vice raid. Instead of an attitude, she had poured out her soul to the detective at the station, and he took pity on her. He gave her the name of a couple of friends he thought could help her out.

It proved to be Michael and Sandy. They had taken one look at the girl, frightened but determined, beautiful in a wild, 1980s way, and knew they had a real diamond in the rough. They had cleaned her up, dealt forcefully with the boyfriend and put her to work. They had channeled her sex drive into a positive force and a lucrative source of income. She had been the first of their girls, and they both quickly fell in love with her. Sandy had willed her half of the Ponderosa to Janet, but she still liked to work the line, as she called it. “I just like to fuck, and what better place to do what I like than a whorehouse?” she asked philosophically, laughing sardonically.

“How are you with the prospect of sharing Michael?” Julie asked. She liked Janet, but she knew that love is a powerful emotion. “It’s all we’ve talked about for the past year and a half. Michael has, um, a bountiful personality. One woman has never been enough for him. He was married to Sandy, but we’ve decided not marry, so that we can be free to expand our family, so to speak. I knew as soon as I saw you that you could be the one, but it wasn’t until late Friday that we knew for sure. We fucked for an hour watching you perform, and we practically never took our eyes off the screen. It was some of the most intense sex we’ve ever had.”

After breakfast, they took a tour of the premises, where Janet introduced Julie around. Julie smiled when she saw the name of the strip club, the Kit Kat Club, same as from Cabaret, her favorite musical. The most audacious, out-of-character thing she ever did in her life before this weekend was to sing for the role of Sally Bowles in the fall of her junior year at Baylor, not too long before her incident at the UT frat house. She didn’t get the part, but it did come down to her and another girl, who got the part only because she’d played the role once before in high school.

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The phone rang as Susan walked through the door. “Hello” she said as she picked up the receiver.

“Susan, where have you been? I have been trying to reach you all week.”

“I have been at the beach. I needed some rest and recuperation after Tom’s party last weekend,” Susan replied to Nancy.

“Tom’s party? Well Ed and Andy are on a surveillance job and I was wondering if you wanted to meet me for dinner and you can tell me all about it,” Nancy asked hoping for a yes.

“Sure, say six at the Gas Light Inn,” Susan suggested.

“Great, and then you can tell me all, and why you had to recuperate after Tom’s party, I’m getting wet just trying to imagine this one.” Nancy said with glee in her voice. “Park in the garage and I’ll give you one of our passes.”

“Sounds good, see you then”, Susan hung up the phone and dialed a number. A voice she did not recognized answered the phone at the distant end. “Who is this,” she questioned. “Oh, Bobby, is Tom or Judy there?”

“This is Tom”, a voice answered.

“Hi, master, I just wanted to call and let you know that we are back and that I am going to meet Nancy for dinner, then I’ll be over,” she said.

“Where are you having dinner?”

“I am going to meet her at the Gas Light,” replied Susan.

“Downtown on a Friday night,” Tom said to her, “parking can be a real pain.”

“Nah, I’ll use one of her reserved slots in the garage and she is going to give me a ticket to pay for it,” she said. “So what are you and Bobby doing?”

“Bobby and Jeff have been over here every day this week and take turns keeping Judy company.”

“Isn’t she sore? I would be dragging,”

“She has been tired all week but Judy told them only one at a time and that she had to have the weekend off. But don’t worry by the time you get here Bobby will have Judy in bed and moaning and I will be able to fill you with this load I have been saving since Sunday,” Tom told her.

“I can’t wait. Love u and I’ll see you around eight,” said Susan.

“You best not have any undergarments on,” warned Tom.

“Yes Master,” she replied.

“See you when you get here and be wet and ready for a busy night,” said Tom as he hung up the phone.

Susan gave out a sigh as she put down the receiver and started up the stairs. “Linda, I am going out tonight and will need you make sure the boys get unpacked.” The younger woman was at the top of the stairs and when Susan reached the last step she placed her arms around her and held her tight as she said, “I am so glad you came to the beach with us this week.” Looking down into Linda’s brown eyes her head bowed and Susan’s lips met the full lips on the head that arced up to meet her. Just as quickly Susan broke the hold and said, “I’ve got to get a shower,” and headed of to her room.

After her shower Susan looked through her closet and selected a cotton dress, loose from the waist down but tight enough to hold her upper torso from bouncing too much. She did her hair and her make-up and then selected a pair of white sandals to match the dress. As she slid the soft material of the garment over her naked body she became aroused thinking about how this dress was going to come off her body and how wicked she would feel sitting in the Inn with only this thin cotton between her body and the world.

Susan pulled into the parking garage; she drove around the concrete support and saw Nancy’s car. The space next to it was occupied but the next one was not so she pulled in and parked. Getting out of the car she headed for the garage exit and down the street to meet Nancy. The warm summer breeze blew up her dress as she walked. It felt like fingers gently caressing her thighs, her freshly shaved love box and the bare cheeks of her ass. Her nipples hardened as she walked down the street enjoying the stimulation that was occurring under the thin material that hid her nakedness from the world.

As she entered the Inn she saw Nancy sitting at her usual booth. Nancy quickly got up and ran to hug Susan like she was a relative she had not seen in years. As they walked arm in arm back to the table Nancy ask Susan, “what is this about Tom’s party that you had leave town?”

Susan proceeded to tell Nancy how the boys had come over and were swimming and carrying on and how she and Linda were serving in these skimpy outfits elvankent escort that Tom had given them to wear. About the time their meal came Susan had gotten to the part about how she ended up in the water and naked.

Nancy had sat there quietly unable to talk as Susan had told her the story up till now. She let out a low whistle and said, “you were naked with eight young, horny, studs? Oh my god no wonder you were sore.” She shivered and continued, “that is so exciting, I can’t even imagine what that would be like, do continue.”

On through dinner Susan told Nancy all the details of how she and Linda had all the meat they could handle, and how at around two AM they finally were able to crawl into bed to sleep. Only to be awakened at four with another young stud between their legs and sucking on their breast.

After they paid the check and left and walked down the street Nancy turned to Susan and said, “Damm you Susan, Ed isn’t home and you have me so turned on I am about to explode. I have to go home to an empty house and a few toys while you are going to join that young stud of yours and get your brains screwed out.”

Susan laughed as they entered the grange; “Do I detect a bit of jealousy? You should talk to Linda, I’m sure she would appreciate your help.”

“Why, what’s up with Linda,” Nancy questioned.

“Well it seems that for the last week she has had several of these young men taking turns, how did Tom put it, oh yea, ‘keeping Judy company’,” said Susan.

“Oh my aching pussy,” she cried as she fell against the trunk of her car. It was then that she noticed the red van in the parking place between her car and Susan’s car. “Was that there when you got here,” she questioned Susan.

“No there was a little white car there when I pulled in,” Susan replied as she looked at the red van with tinted windows.

“That would have been my assistant, but these people think just because it is after five they don’t have to pay attention to the Reserved…”. Her voice trailed off as suddenly the side door of the van flew open and four hooded figures jumped out and came at the two women. Nancy started to scream but was quickly muffled as gloved hand wrapped around her head and covered her mouth. Two other hooded figures had come from the other side of the car and now the two women were surrounded and held by firm, strong hands.

A piece of cloth quickly replaced the hand over their mouth and was tied behind their head. No sooner than the knot was tied on the gag and cloth bag slipped over the heads of the women.

Susan was in shock as to how in seconds her world had become dark and she could only make muffled sounds through the rag in her mouth. She felt two hands grab her ankles and lift her feet in the air while two more hands held her upper torso and arms tight. She felt the carpet rub against her bare bottom and her dress ride up to her waist as she was slid into the van feet first. Laying in her darkness wondering what was going to happen next.

Nancy kicked and fought as best she could but the hands that held her were strong and she was a small woman. See could not see since the bag had closed out all light. She felt herself being lifted off the ground and placed headfirst into the van. As she lay there in a dark silent world she felt her arm brush against something smooth and warm it took her a minute but then she realized her arm was rubbing against Susan’s bare thigh. She recognized the sound as the toll collector was paid and felt the lurch as the van left the parking garage and moved into traffic. She was scared, and worried about what would happen to them. She suddenly felt the leg jerk next to her and a slight struggle. Then the leg slid back down and was still again.

Susan felt a soft thin arm rubbing against her bare leg as she tried to keep her legs together, not wanting to expose herself. It was an effort in futility. Two strong hands held her ankles and her dress was bunched up around her waist. Just after the van speeded up she was forced to sit up by her hands being pulled up and towards her feet. She tried to struggle and twist but again a waste of energy since a strong arm wrapped around her waist and she felt the zipper on her dress slide down. Then the arm around her waist let go and two hands quickly lifted the bunched up part emek escort of the dress over her head. She was helpless as the dress was pulled off one arm then the other. She knew she must have been putting on quite a show as she felt the soft carpet under her now bare back. Her large nipples were so firm and hard they ached on the ends of her soft mounds of flesh. She was scared but excited at the same time as knew these men were gazing at her naked body, but then she felt Nancy start to jerk and heard her moans as she tried to scream.

Nancy had felt Susan moving around but now lying still beside her, suddenly she felt her suit jacket pulled open and hands start to undo the buttons on her blouse. She twisted and turned as best she could but a firm hand pushed down on her chest between the two cups of her bra. While one hand held her firm another one finished undoing her blouse and another pair started undoing her pants. Tears filled her eyes, as she was helpless to stop what was happening to her. She was helpless as two strong hands grabbed the waste band of her pants and panties together, lifted her butt by pulling up on them and then sliding them down her legs. As the cool air rushed over her hot body she shivered and knew that the milky white flesh of her body was now exposed to her captors. She hoped the dark hid her puffy pink lips that were well lubricated and lay just below a small, neatly trimmed patch of reddish brown fur. She did not have long to linger on this thought as her arms were pulled up and towards her feet. She felt a pair of hands slide up her back and unhook her bra. Then in one swift motion, her jacket, blouse, and bra were slid up her arms and off. She now lay naked except for the hood covering her head, on the soft carpeted floor of the van. She lay there feeling the gaze of her abductors upon her naked body. She wanted to cover up but could not move and then she felt her legs being spread and a pair of legs clad in course material slid between the. “Here it comes,” she thought to herself, “god I hope he doesn’t have VD.” Then she felt the hands on her hard nipples and warm lips suck one into a mouth. The tongue darted over it and she felt the pangs of electricity shoot through her body. Then she felt a second body bend over her head and a second set of lips suck her other nipple into it’s mouth. The first mouth left the nipple and started to kiss it’s way down her belly. The mouth made it’s way around her neatly trimmed patch of fur and started down her thigh. Her leg was lifted and the mouth sucked on the inside of her extended thigh, the leg was jerking from the shock waves going through it. Then it stopped. The leg was lowered to the carpet and the hands moved. Suddenly two hand rested on the inside of the top of her thighs and she felt fingers spread her pussy lips. She tried to prepare herself for the penetration she knew was coming. But once again she was fooled. A tongue licked the center of the channel between her spread lips. Nancy shuddered, and shock waves ripped through her body as the tongue flickered over her clit. Nancy mind was spinning as the tongue continued to play with her magic button then waves of pleasure swept over her body.

Susan had felt Nancy try to fight as her cloths were removed and she had felt Nancy’s bare leg pushed against her. She felt the other woman’s leg be lifted and it brushed against her breast. “I guess they are taking her now,” she thought to herself. She did not have time to dwell on it long. The hands holding her legs spread them wide. She could feel Nancy’s upper body under her left leg and her right ankle was pressed against the glass. She felt a hand rub over her bald pubic mound and a finger slid between her lips. As one hand wiggled in and out of her, kneading and rolling her love button between it’s fingers, another hand rubbed her anus with a greasy finger. It prodded her dark hole and finally slipped in. It worked in and out of her for what seemed like forever but was only a few minutes. Suddenly the finger came out and something larger and harder was being pushed against her tiny opening. She thought of Tom as this object was pushed into her, spreading her apart. She never had felt so full in he backside. The hand on her continued to play with her bald lips and suddenly she felt another hard object pushing against the lips that the fingers eryaman escort now held apart. “Oh god,” she tried to scream as this thick, hard object was shoved up inside of her. They stopped pushing but Susan had never felt so stuffed. With out warning both objects started vibrate. The hands kept playing with her clit and in a short time waves of pleasure were pouring through her body.

Nancy came but the tongue did not quit it kept on stimulating her, again and again. She was sweating and her mind was in a fog when the van pulled into a driveway and stopped.

Only then did the mouth let go of her as the van door was opened and the two naked women were lead out and walked down a concrete walk.

Judy opened the door and started to speak but Tom put his finger to her lips to silent her, as the two naked women were lead into the house.

Susan was pushed along the sidewalk but in her bare feet and with the objects filling her insides and vibrating walking was difficult. She felt a hand lift her leg to make a step up into a doorway. She was lead around some furniture and suddenly a familiar voice whispered in her ear, “are you ready to have these toys replaced with the real thing?” Susan started to sob and shake. The hood was removed from her head and even though the light was blinding she could see Tom standing in front of her. He removed the gag from her mouth and his lips met hers as she fell into his arms.

Nancy had been walked into the house the same as Susan had but the firm hands that held her had stopped her and bent her over the padded arm of the couch. Her toes barely touched the floor as hands pulled her wrist tightly in front of her. Her legs were pushed apart and she felt bare legs move between her legs. The penetration she had been waiting for was finally happening as she felt the head of a stiff male rod push at the entrance to her wet love channel. This was not the largest manhood she had taken but as he pumped in and out of her hot box her magic button was rubbing on the arm of the couch. Once again the stimulation was too much for Nancy and the waves of pleasures swept her body. As it did the inside walls of her love box spasm and caused the member inside her to erupt and fill her with its juices.

Susan had broken her kiss with Tom and looked around the room to see most of the boys that had been there last weekend. She saw Judy mesmerized by the action that was taking place on the couch.

There was a light knock on the door and Judy turned to open it. Susan jaw dropped as Ed, Andy and Patty walked in. Suddenly she felt embarrassed and tried to cover up her nakedness but Tom told her to stop.

As one dick would shoot its load in Nancy another would take it’s place. Spasm after spasm rocked her body. Then the dick inside of her pulled out. She felt hands on her ass cheeks and they slowly spread her cheeks exposing her dark hole. Nancy’s head shoot up in pain as the man behind her pushed in causing the sphincter muscle to expand and he filled her backside. The pain subsided as the pressure pushed her clit even harder into the arm and rubbed it even more. Then the member in her exploded and she felt it withdraws from in her. Her rest was not for long as another dick replaced the one that had withdrawn from her.

By the time the second young man had come in Nancy’s backside, Ed had removed his cloths and lay on the floor with his rock hard dick pointing straight up. The guys picked Nancy up and set her down while Linda guided Ed’s shaft into Nancy’s well lubricated hole. Nancy fell forward on to Ed’s chest exhausted from the workout she had gone through. Tom walked up behind her and put the head of his dick at Nancy’s back hole, and pushed. Even though two had gone before him and stretched her back hole it was still tight and Nancy felt like she was about to explode as Tom rocked in and out of her. The pressure of the two men filing her bottom side was to much and as the waves of pleasure washed over her one more time both of the men exploded inside her, and Ed said, “Oooohhh Nancy”.

As Tom got up Jeff and Kyle let go of Nancy’s arms she pulled the hood off her head and saw the face of her husband under her. She pulled the gag off and her lips met his as tears ran down her cheeks.

As Tom looked around, on the couch, Andy and Bobby had removed Judy’s shirt and each had a large nipple in their mouths. Tim and Eric had striped Patty and she was now on her back on the floor with Tim in her mouth as Eric’s face was buried between her legs. David lay on top of Susan as her legs held him tight inside of her and a large black dildo lay beside them.

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This story is a fantasy that came completely out of my dirty little mind. Any similarities to anyone you know or anything you have ever seen or heard is a complete accident, but ultimately inevitable.

*****

I woke up that morning thinking that my life was perfect. I was 30 years old, happily married to a beautiful wife, and had a great job and a wonderful home. I had everything I thought I wanted. I had no idea that by the end of the day my life would be turned completely upside down.

Unlike my wife I was an early riser, even on a Saturday morning. I was out of bed at 6:30, camped out in the living room with a bowl of cereal and watching ESPN. The sun was shining and the birds were singing.

Around 9 my wife shuffled in. Even 9am was early for her if she didn’t need to get up. At first glance Lisa was everything I was looking for in a woman. She was 5’9″ and 140 pounds of curves and womanly flesh. She wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat, not by a long shot. She was curvy, shapely, and proportional. She had long brown hair and glasses, which were two things that always caught my eye for some reason. She was intelligent too. We met in college. We ended up living on the same floor of our dorm in our sophomore year, and we were just kind of drawn to each other. We hung out with our dorm mates, then we hung out alone, then we were a couple. Then we were engaged. After we graduated we got married.

The biggest debate of our relationship was where we would live. Lisa was more of a city person and wanted to get an apartment downtown. I had a business degree and was working as a financial advisor, and I was a big advocate of homeownership over renting. Accruing equity, and all that. Besides, it was 2008, the housing market was collapsing, and prices were plummeting. I pushed for a house in the suburbs. Somehow, I won. We found a nice three bedroom ranch on a quiet street at the edge of town. It was brand new. The builder was desperate to unload it, and we got a great deal. Our house was going to be one of a street full of houses, but the builder stopped building due to lack of demand, and six years later ours was still the only house on the street.

The sight of my sexy wife looking disheveled in her nightgown turned me on. I had seen SportCenter all the way through twice already. Would she be up for morning sex? Sometimes she’d come looking for me to invite me back to bed to snuggle and maybe more. Sometimes.

“Joe,” Lisa said, “Don’t forget you promised to get me topsoil for my garden.”

I groaned. Lately Lisa had been talking about starting a garden. At least after six years she was finally taking an interest in the house, I thought to myself. It was just that even though I had a dream of homeownership I didn’t really care about what it looked like, especially since we didn’t have any neighbors to impress. So who cared about flowers? I mowed the grass every Sunday, and to me that was enough. I was allergic to flowers, anyway. It was probably just going to make me sneeze more. Still, I tried to look on the bright side. The more flowers that Lisa planted meant the less grass that I had to mow. I put on my best happy husband face. “Sure, honey,” I said.

“Thanks,” Lisa said. She was still half awake. She turned to go back to bed.

“Oh, by the way,” I said as she headed back to the bedroom, “Emily is coming over later to watch the game.”

I saw Lisa freeze in her tracks. Then she walked stiffly toward the bedroom without another word. You see, Emily is my best friend since middle school. She’s basically the exact opposite of Lisa. Emily is a petite 5’4″, a spunky tomboy with short blonde hair and a lot of energy. We grew up together but didn’t really hit it off until we sat across from each other in Social Studies in eighth grade. I had recently discovered that I had a sense of humor and one day I spent most of the class cracking Emily up. I finally drew the ire of the teacher who singled me out for detention, which made Emily laugh harder than anything. After that day we were inseparable. We would go over to each other’s houses to play video games, watch ballgames, and trade baseball cards. Basically anything you’d expect best friends to do.

Why didn’t I end up with Emily, you’re wondering. I know you are. I used to wonder about it too before I met Lisa. The short answer was that Emily was completely boy crazy. Every week it was a different boy. She’d have a crush on Mike one week. All she would talk about was Mike. Mike Mike Mike. Then she’d get bored and move on to Tony. Tony’s so cute. Tony’s so funny. Tony Tony Tony. Then she’d lose interest in Tony. And so on. After a couple of years of it I just got completely numb to it all. It was never “Joe’s so cute, Joe’s so funny,” and I grudgingly accepted that we would always be friends. It’s not like I didn’t get my share of attention in high school. I was tall and lean, 5’11” and 160 pounds, not muscular but sinewy. I found that I cared a lot less about who Emily was interested in etimesgut escort when I had a love interest of my own, and that’s how it went.

I stayed local and went to a state college, got my degree after four years and started my career. Emily took six years to get a bachelors degree in marketing after flunking out of two colleges, one on the east coast, and one on the west coast. She was more out to experience everything life had to offer than get an education. She finally finished up at the same state school I graduated from, but I had already graduated and married Lisa by the time she enrolled there. I kept expecting Emily to run off to London or Paris and live the bohemian life, but to my surprise she stayed local, and more or less single. I was happy that Emily stayed around, but Emily’s constant presence bothered Lisa. I never thought that Lisa would be the jealous type, but it was obvious she didn’t like to have Emily around. We had a lot of “discussions” about it. Emily’s my friend, I would say, and you’re my wife. I love you. You have nothing to worry about. Somehow it never seemed to make Lisa feel better.

I threw on jeans and a t-shirt and went out to Home Depot. I came back with two of those huge bags of topsoil. I dragged them unceremoniously into the garage and left them there, next to the packages of flower seeds that Lisa bought weeks ago. By now Lisa was fully awake; her long brown hair brushed and tied back in a pony tail. She was sitting at the kitchen table eating her healthy woman’s whatever cereal, and sipping coffee. She was wearing an old t-shirt and Capri’s. “Morning, honey,” I said as I bent to kiss her cheek. Lisa ignored me, continuing to stare at whatever she was reading on her iPad.

“What time is the game?” Lisa asked with an air of practiced indifference. The real question was “When is Emily coming over?”

“It’s at 3 today,” I said, “The Cards are on the West Coast…”

Lisa cut me off. She didn’t care much for sports. “Do you think you can spread that topsoil on the garden before then?” She asked.

I groaned. “That’ll be a lot of work, honey,” I said. It was May so it wouldn’t be too hot, but I was still dreading it. Who cares about a bunch of stupid flowers anyway?

“Why are you giving me a hard time?” Lisa snapped. “You were the one who wanted a house in the suburbs.”

I took a deep breath. She was right, after all. “I know,” I said, “I just hate yard work.”

Lisa looked off to the side. “He hates yard work yet he talks me into buying a quarter of an acre full of dirt and weeds,” she mumbled. Lisa was a big Tolkien fan, and she mumbled to herself a lot. I was half expecting her to start adding ‘my precious’ to the end of her sentences one of these days. “You know you have to break up the ground underneath too, right?”

“Ugh, Lisa!” I shouted. “Can’t we just hire someone to do the work for us?”

Lisa looked off to the side again, and for a moment I thought she was going to start talking to herself again. Instead her expression softened, and she stood up to face me. “If you do this for me,” she said in her best seductive voice, “Then later on I’ll do anything you want.”

I gulped. “Anything?” I asked.

“After watching you toil in the hot sun,” Lisa cooed, “Those big arms straining, sweat pouring off your brow. You’re going to make me so hot watching you work.” Lisa grabbed my face and kissed me, her tongue pushing past my lips. She pressed herself against me, her full C cup breasts crushed against my chest. Then all at once she pulled away. “Once all the work is done, I’ll be all yours,” Lisa added as she sat back down and went back to her reading.

I stood there, erection raging, breathing heavy, and contemplating trying to drag Lisa back into the bedroom right then. Lisa on the other hand was spooning cereal into her mouth like nothing had happened. I resolved to go get the work done before Emily arrived, and left Lisa alone.

Within ten minutes I had the shovel, the rake, and the hoe all out along with the bags of topsoil and set about breaking up the ground that Lisa had designated would become her garden. It was about a 20 foot by 20 foot plot of land in the middle of the yard. Breaking up the ground wasn’t that hard, really. There was a lot of rain that spring so the ground wasn’t too difficult to break up. It was still slow going, though, especially for somebody who didn’t really know what he was doing. I was pounding at the ground with the shovel, breaking up the dirt and throwing any rocks clear. After about fifteen minutes I realized Lisa’s sinister plan must have been that I’d be so exhausted after all the work that I wouldn’t be interested in sex anyway.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. It’s not like Lisa and I had a lousy sex life. It was just, well, monotonous. We would have sex two or three times a week, and it was always your typical one and done missionary sex. We would squeeze it in when nobody’s favorite show was etlik escort on or during halftime or right before bed. Lisa seemed very content with our sex life. She may have seemed frigid or prudish to most people, but she was actually a sexual dynamo who never failed to orgasm at least once when we had sex, and usually two or three times. She was obviously quite satisfied but I craved more… experimentation. Different positions. Different rooms of the house. Different scenarios. Anything. If I came onto her in the living room and she was in the mood she’d run to the bedroom. If I tried to initiate shower sex she’d towel off and flop down on the bed. Food? Bondage? Role playing? She shot all of those ideas down cold. Once, in a pique of frustration I offered to ask Emily if she’d like to join us in a threesome. Lisa didn’t speak to me for days after that.

I’m somewhat ashamed to say that I turned to the internet to indulge in my perversions. In the mornings when Lisa was still asleep I would sneak off with my laptop and seek out websites that featured my various kinks and jerk off to stories and videos. I think I was able to keep it all secret from Lisa, which made me guilty. We agreed not to keep secrets from each other, and here I was, jerking off to perverse porn while she was sleeping in the next room. Sometimes I felt like I was living a secret life. I wondered if it would all catch up to me someday.

“Hola, Jose!” Shouted a familiar voice, and I turned to see Emily standing on the patio. I ended up doing a double take. She wasn’t dressed like a tomboy today. She was wearing a yellow floral print sundress that covered far less of her than I was used to. It was short-sleeved and low cut and only went about halfway down her thigh. Emily was anything but modest, but she never bothered to show off her body, at least around me. A breeze blew across my yard and the dress fluttered up against her, showing every curve of her petite body.

“Hey yourself,” I finally replied, pausing to stare at her.

“You got stuck on yard duty today?” Emily asked. “What?” She added when she realized I was staring at her.

“Nothing,” I said, “I just wasn’t expecting your Sunday best.”

“Oh, this old thing?” Emily said in her best southern drawl, and did a pirouette, causing her short blonde hair and the hem of her dress to go flying around her. “This was the only clean outfit left in my closet.”

“I figured,” I said, “Either that or you had a hot date later.”

“No, no hot date,” Emily sighed. “So when do you get off work?”

“When I get the garden ready for planting,” I said. I paused to look around. I had done… something… to most of the area. I had broken up the dirt and moved away rocks, at least. I pulled my cap off my head and ran my other hand through my sweaty, wavy brown hair.

“I hope you’re getting paid well for this,” Emily said.

“Well, supposedly…” I said, and let the meaning hang in the air.

Emily was never one to miss innuendo. “Really?” Emily said, and she hopped down off the deck to move closer to me. I idly wondered where Lisa was at the moment. “What is she offering?” Emily said when she was close enough to speak softly. “A BJ?”

“She said ‘anything,'” I replied while raising my eyebrows.

“Wow, anything,” Emily said, “You really hit the jackpot.”

“I know, right?” I said flippantly. Emily and I talked pretty openly about my sex life, and she knew how frustrated I was. Emily wasn’t as forthcoming about her sex life, but I was sure with the endless parade of men in her life that it was much more exciting than mine.

“Well, I’d lend you a hand,” Emily said, “But luckily I didn’t come dressed for manual labor, so instead I’ll just go sit over there and watch you work.” With that, Emily turned and all but skipped back onto the deck and sat down in one of the patio chairs.

I spent another ten or fifteen minutes chopping away at the dirt with the shovel and the hoe. My arms were aching with the effort and my back was aching from being hunched over. I decided that I was done, and I started to walk back toward the deck, pulling at my sweat-soaked t-shirt as I did.

“Woo-hoo!” Emily shouted. She had been watching me so quietly I almost forgot she was there. “Take it off, baby!”

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Emily. Then I grinned. “You wanna see more of this?” I asked her.

“Take it off, baby!” Emily shouted again.

I started gyrating like I imagined a male stripper would, but probably looked like an ass. I took my cap and flung it aside. I grabbed my sweat-sodden shirt with both hands and slowly pulled it up and over my head, swinging it in the air and flinging it in Emily’s direction.

“Yeah, baby!” Emily shouted. “Come here and get your dollar bill.” She rummaged through her purse and started waving a bill in the air.

I half-walked and half-danced my way up onto the deck and over to Emily. I probably should have been thinking about eve gelen escort where my wife was at that moment, but I was too busy having fun with my best friend.

“Shake it, baby!” Emily said. She was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out. I reached her and playfully grabbed for the dollar bill. Emily pulled it out of my reach. “Not so fast,” Emily said, and she surprised me by leaning forward to slide it into the waistband of my jeans, just above my crotch. I felt her hand graze my stomach, and my cock twitched. “Make that dollar shake, baby!” Emily shouted.

Trying to shake off the sensation of Emily touching me, I gyrated as best I could, shaking my hips side to side and back and forth. Emily surprised me again by standing and moving in closer to me. Suddenly the scent of the shampoo in her short blonde hair was right below my nose, and the fabric of her sundress, not to mention her body right beneath it, was pressed up against my bare chest. Suddenly I wasn’t having fun with my best friend anymore. I was rubbing up against a woman that I’d had a crush on for half of my life. I felt myself getting hard. Embarrassed, I stepped away from Emily. I glanced at her, and saw something in her expression that I had never seen before. I tried to place it, but before my mind could figure it out I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.

Crap. It was Lisa. How long had she been standing there? Lisa was a difficult person to read at the best of times. This wasn’t the best of times. She was pissed.

Emily must have known Lisa was there by my reaction. She must have. “Do you need another dollar, stud?” She said, and made a show of turning around to get her purse. “Oh, hi Lisa,” she said.

I glared at Emily. She was my best friend and I loved her to death, but she had a big mouth and sometimes she didn’t know when to stop. I could see my night of ‘anything’ with Lisa evaporating before my eyes.

One thing Lisa always struggled with was my sense of humor, even more so when Emily and I were together. Emily and I had sarcastic senses of humor and lots of inside jokes that nobody else would ever understand, not even my wife. She laughed at what she understood and I appreciated it, but there was a lot that was simply beyond her grasp. Needless to say, this wasn’t going to be funny to her. What saved me right then, though, was that Lisa was somewhat jealous of the relationship I had with Emily, and knew that in Emily’s eyes she was uptight. Lisa always made an effort to pretend that things that Emily said and did didn’t bother her. So instead of freaking out Lisa took a deep breath and mumbled, “They strip and dance in the yard like nobody can see them.”

“What’s up, Gollum?” Emily quipped without missing a beat.

I saw Lisa’s eyes narrow. She knew that it wasn’t an endearing nickname. I felt a rush of anger towards Emily. Why was she so intent on pushing Lisa’s buttons today?

Lisa was unable or unwilling to take the bait, though. She ended up walking past both of us and over to the patch of dirt. “You did a pretty good job breaking up all this dirt, honey,” Lisa said. I did a bit of a double take. Lisa never used pet names for me. She was marking her territory. Maybe she knew what she was doing, after all. “Are you going to spread the topsoil now?”

“Umm, sure,” I said, reaching down and picking up my shirt where I’d tossed it onto the deck. “Just let me go inside and get a drink first.” My shirt was damp enough from sweat to wring out, but I put it back on anyway. Remaining shirtless just then would’ve been a bad idea. I was sure of it. I slid open the patio door and went inside. Emily followed me. Lisa stayed outside.

I rounded on Emily as soon as I reached the kitchen. “Are you trying to get me killed?” I whispered harshly.

“Settle down, Beavis,” Emily said. “I’ll set everything right. You’ll still get your night of ‘anything,’ I promise.” She winked at me.

“Gee thanks,” I said, and I proceeded to drink about a half a gallon of water. Boy was I thirsty. Breaking rocks in the hot sun, and all that.

Emily had been peeking out of the kitchen window towards the yard, I guess to verify that Lisa was still out there and not about to come inside. “Can I ask you a question?” She asked.

“You’re going to start asking for permission? At this point in our lives?” I asked.

“Right,” Emily said. “What did you ever see in that woman?” She asked in a whisper, pointing emphatically out at the yard.

I was taken aback. Emily could be blunt, but she never questioned my marriage before. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, she’s not into sports, she’s not into… anything else you are… she’s boring in the sack… she’s a damned weirdo,” Emily said, ticking off the reasons on her fingers, “Was it any different when you met?”

“It’s not that bad,” I snapped. I felt like a caged animal. Why was Emily doing this right then? “When we met we would have these long conversations. We had a lot of the same views on life. We were physically attracted to each other. Our relationship grew out of mutual respect and affection…,” I tailed off. I had run out of gas. How did I end up with Lisa anyway? Eight years later and the best recollection I had was ‘it just sort of happened.’

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