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I was returning to the mess after a visit to the nearby market. I had packed some food for Sarla and me to have for lunch and dinner. Sarla was all by herself in the mess and so I quickly paced back. As soon as I entered the mess I could sense something was wrong. The door was ajar and I could hear a familiar female voice coming from my room. It was Rekha, the maid. She seemed to be angry and was talking very harshly to Sarla. As I entered my room Rekha looked at me and said, “Why are you being so careless Pinky? You left the front door open and see a thief has come into the mess. Thank God I came here otherwise she would have stolen your belongings away.”

I looked towards Sarla, she was sitting on the chair in tears. She said, “Pinky please explain it to her, I am not a thief.”

I said, “Rekha Didi, Sarla is not a thief, in fact it was me who allowed her to stay here. Tell me one thing you left for the day isn’t it? Why did you come back?”

Rekha looked towards me and suddenly an evil grin appeared in her face. She said, “My little girl, when I visited you first I saw the dirty and smelly blanket kept in the verandah along with a torn out saree. I knew someone else was here with you. But when you said nothing of anyone staying here with you, I grew suspicious. I used the wall on the side of the house and peeped through the half open window in the room adjacent to yours. Oh and what I saw! Pure love making session between you and this bitch. I have even clicked images and videos. Have a look.”

My face turned red on hearing the maid’s words. I was really pissed on this woman. But I had myself to blame for not checking the windows of the next room. I had completely forgotten about that room which had a direct view to my room. Rekha showed me her mobile. It had dozens of pictures of Sarla and me in different sex positions. And when she played the video, it was me licking Sarla’s underarms and pussy. Sarla was sobbing in distress and I was feeling very sad as well.

Rekha came closer to me, the forty year old dark skinned, curvy and big breasted maid said, “Pinky if you can make love to a beggar like this bitch, why didn’t you reciprocate my advances? I also wanted to make love to you on previous occasions, don’t you remember? I desperately wanted to kiss your beautiful pink lips, to enjoy your milky white body, but you never paid any heed to me. At that time I thought you didn’t want to make love to a low class, tribal maid like me. But now you are fucking a filthy beggar woman like her.”

Her words made me furious and I lashed out at her, “Hey don’t you dare compare yourself with Sarla. You were just interested in physical sex that’s all. I know you have had plenty of sex sessions with a few of my hostelmates behind Anjali aunty’s back. You want nothing but a crazy physical sex. My relationship with Sarla is of true love, which a person like you won’t ever understand. And never call Sarla a bitch, I won’t tolerate that. Now that you know everything, tell me what will it take to keep your mouth shut?”

Rekha broke into laughter upon hearing my words. She said, “True love is it? If it’s true love why are you hiding her from everyone? When I visited you earlier why did you hide her? I was suspicious the moment you didn’t let me enter the kitchen. So, now that you want to play it your way let it be. Dear Pinky I don’t think a student like you can pay me enough money. So, if you want me to keep my mouth shut you need to please my desires. I have always craved your creamy white body, your beauty mesmerizes me. I have dreamt of having you in between my thighs licking my pussy to an orgasm. And now you are going to do exactly that.”

I felt like Ankara escort striking the maid with my hand, such deep anger came upon me. But she had seen me with Sarla in a compromising position and I can’t let that get out yet. I was still a student and if the word got out my reputation in the college would be hampered and it would affect my career. So, I decided to play it according to Rekha’s wish.

I said, “This is just for once and you give me your word that nobody will know about Sarla and me.”

Rekha smiled and said, “Yes of course Pinky. Now let’s go to the adjacent room quickly. I am all worked up by your words. I really want you to make me cum.”

Sarla was sobbing and I helped her to the bed. I held her hands and said, “Trust me everything will be alright. I would never let any harm happen to you.”

Sarla stopped sobbing and caressed my cheek with the palm of her hand. I kissed her lips and went to the next room where Rekha had already stripped down to her lingerie. I closed that half open window to the outside. Rekha laughed and said, “Very careful of you I must say. Now get rid of your clothes too princess.”

Rekha was wearing a black bra and panty, she quickly took them off and was standing before me, stark naked. She had a dark, curvy body. Her boobs were quite big and just like any other tribal woman in our area, she had a hairy body. As I took off my own clothes I couldn’t help but notice the hair in her cunt, it was a place I knew would soon be near my mouth. Rekha after her husband’s death had only a thing for young girls. Being a maid in a girls’ hostel she had access to many girls whom she had seduced over the course of years for sex. She had tried to seduce me earlier but I didn’t pay any heed to her. But today as fate has it, I needed to have sex with her. I was angry at my own helplessness but also knew little could I do about it.

Rekha’s eyes examined my naked body and said, “Oh God such a beauty you are Pinky. I absolutely love your body. Let’s not wait any longer, come to me.”

I went near her and Rekha madly kissed my lips. Her pouty, dark lips were hungrily pressing against my pink ones and although I regretted it I kept my lips pressed to her. The maid, after kissing for some time, suddenly broke the kiss and looked towards me.

“Yuck! Is this the way you kiss? Just pressing the lips. Don’t be so hopeless. Part your lips. Give me some access inside. Or you know the consequences.” Rekha said.

This was some kind of blackmail going on, my mind rebelled. But the situation was not in my favour and I decided to play along. I parted my lips and let Rekha’s slippery tongue in. I instinctively sucked her tongue, thereby allowing free flow of saliva. The dark maid purred in satisfaction. We french kissed for some time and then without breaking the kiss we went to the bed. Rekha was on my top and I had to endure her full weight on my body. We were kissing with loud slurping noises that I guessed were easily audible to Sarla in the next room.

Rekha broke the kiss and moved a little up and brought her huge boobs near my face. She rubbed her boobs on my face for some time and then made me suck her tits. All the time she moaned in pleasure as she felt my lips closing on her boobs. Rekha didn’t allow me to switch on the fan in the room and soon due to the heat both of us were sweaty. Rekha, being a fatty person, was sweating profusely and I could feel her body reeking of sweaty odour.

Rekha after some time dismounted my body and said, “I have seen you lick that beggar’s underarms. Now I want a similar treatment. Lick my pits now.”

I couldn’t believe my ears and I wanted to give ankara rus escort her an angry reply but before I could react Rekha had pressed her right armpit on my mouth. I could only manage a grunting sound as the sweaty and hairy underarm of the maid was placed on my mouth. It was stinking of sweat but once again instinctively my tongue was out, licking the maid’s pit.

“Mmmm. I knew there was a slut in you. I love it when you lick my pits. Go on keep licking slut.” Rekha was murmuring with her eyes closed as she felt my tongue flicking her underarm.

But I wasn’t a slut, my mind rebelled. I was only doing this to save my relationship with Sarla. But I was licking the maid’s sweaty underarm without pause, that was also true. It was only a robotic act I said to myself. But then why was my pussy wet? My mind asked me back.

I slowly traced the sweat on Rekha’s underarm with my tongue. The tangy, salty taste mixed with the pungent odour was not much different than that of Sarla, instead due to better hygiene in Rekha’s case, it was slightly better. Rekha kept moaning as I now gnawed at her underarm, pulling some hair in my mouth. Then my tongue was moving on her underarm, in horizontal, vertical or diagonal strokes, my saliva mixing with her sweat. She didn’t ask me to do so, and I was surprised why I did it by myself. I was actually slobbering on her underarm.

Rekha repeated the act with her other underarm too. She was satisfied with my licking and finally after releasing my mouth from her underarm she said, “That was great slut. You are the first to lick my underarms. All the girls in this hostel I had sex with, nobody ever has done that to me. You are a special slut I must say.”

The mature maid continued to address me as slut which made me very angry inside, but I decided not to press on with that fact. Rekha played with my boobs for some time and then said, “Time to worship my foot slut.”

I sprang up on the bed and said, “No way I am going to take your foot in my mouth. Give me your pussy I will make you cum and put an end to it then.”

Rekha smiled and said, “Actually I was not thinking of putting my foot in your mouth but a massage from you on the feet instead. But now you have given me a great idea. And listen you slut today I have the upper hand on you, all this is happening according to my whims, you don’t call the shots, I do. So, don’t tell me what to do or when to do.”

Rekha pushed me down on the bed and while standing beside me rubbed the toes of her right foot on my mouth. Once again on instinct I opened my mouth and the maid slid in her toes, all five of them in my mouth. “Come on you slut I know you like it. Lick it, suck it.” She murmured.

I sucked on the dark toes of the maid, my tongue going in between the spaces between, my saliva coating on the toes in the process. Rekha with her eyes closed was moaning abuse on me as she felt my tongue sucking and licking her foot. After some time she changed her foot and made me worship her left foot too. I had to even lick below the feet as well. All these depraved activities were actually turning me on and I was really surprised why such a thing was happening to me.

Rekha sat down beside me and pulled my face up near her. I thought she was going for a kiss but instead of kissing she parted my lips and spat on me! “What the hell?” I exclaimed in disgust.

Rekha with a grin said, “Your filthy mouth has been in places, slut, I can’t kiss you any more. But your tongue has been very good till now. So, I want to see how good your tongue will be in my ass!”

“Don’t even dare to think so bitch.” I said, fuming ankara türbanlı escort with anger.

Rekha’s expressions changed and she caught me by my hair. “Don’t you dare call me a bitch, you slut. Today I own you. You do whatever I say. If not you would be punished. And I will make Sarla’s life a hell. I hope you understand.”

As soon as she mentioned Sarla all my protests subsided. I felt powerless and nodded my head in affirmation. Rekha said, “That’s better. Now come over here and worship my ass. Mind that you have to do a good job, you have to be convincing.”

I really wanted to perform well, just for the sake of Sarla. So, as Rekha stood by supporting herself against the wall I readily knelt behind her. The big black buttocks were right before my eyes and were glistening with sweat. Without wasting any time I started to plant kisses on the ass cheeks. The mature maid moaned as she felt my lips touch her ass. I slowly kissed and licked the maid’s ass, a new kind of smell engulfing my senses. I was no longer feeling it to be depraved while doing so, maybe my reasoning strength was gone. I hungrily kissed the big buttocks right to left, up and down. Rekha’s moans only increased with time and she was calling me various names.

I started lapping now on the dark ass of the maid, and involuntarily Rekha spread her legs a bit, the crevice of her buttocks in my view. I licked up and down in the crevice, tasting a new, pungent taste with an earthy smell. Rekha while moaning spread her asscheeks and cried, “Lick my asshole you slut. Do it.”

I was slipping my tongue in the exposed asshole, my mind still completely blank, I was tasting and smelling something that I would have withdrawn from long ago, but instead I was going strong in licking the maid’s asshole. I licked, and tasted, and slid my tongue around her asshole, while I used my fingers to rub Rekha’s pussy in the front. Slowly my fingers were going in and out of Rekha’s pussy as my tongue was doing the same in her asshole. My nose was sniffing and my tongue was tasting everything Rekha’s asshole had to offer.

Rekha’s moans were so loud that I felt like our neighborhood people might have heard her. My fingers moving in and out were slippery and sticky because of her cum, while my tongue was now glued to her asshole. Rekha suddenly turned around and held my face to move towards her cunt. “Make me cum.” She squealed.

While holding my cheeks by her palms she rubbed her cunt on my mouth and my tongue kept on licking her pussy. The pubic hair was tickling my face but I didn’t stop even for a second and lapped at the maid’s hairy pussy. Soon it was too much for Rekha to take and she met her orgasm. I tasted her entire cum that she squirted in my mouth. She was breathless and sat down on the floor beside me.

*Oh that was a wonderful fuck I must say, you are so talented Pinky. Oh God I am so jealous of Sarla now. She gets this beautiful girl to love and worship her and for me it’s just a one time affair? Sarla is one fucking lucky woman.” Rekha was speaking non-stop like a drunk woman. I wiped my face off the cum and stood up to wear my clothes. I said, “Now that you have got what you wanted, I hope you won’t tell anyone about Sarla and also delete those photos and videos. I am going to leave for my hometown tomorrow and will take Sarla with me. She stays with me, I love her and I will protect her. Always.”

Rekha winked at me and said, “Ok a deal is a deal. Here is my phone you may delete them yourselves. By the way I have a suggestion. Why don’t you keep Sarla in my house? You know I live all alone and she can stay there without any problem. You can make visits to her and have your private time with her easily. Of course, you have to pay for her food and other expenses.”

“I will think about it, for now Sarla goes with me to my hometown. Now if you please leave, Sarla must be hungry. I will feed her.” I replied after having deleted all the photos and video. Rekha wore her clothes and left the mess.

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Boom, boom, boom.

The bass of an early 2000’s RnB song reverberated through my bones as I circled my hips amidst gyrating bodies. Darkness provided a haven for lips to press on slightly salted skin and hands that grope and stroke indiscriminately. We had been in a hypnotic dance state for hours, letting the music take us to where inhibitions warn. Heat sliced past my latex cut out mini dress and gave way to beads of sweat that lined my exposed cleavage. I broke from my dance with a few other girls to find refreshment.

Walking into the corridor where there were far fewer people, I felt a pair of eyes on me. They tugged at the hem of my dress. Smoothed over my curves. Licked at the apex of my thighs. A shiver ran through me as an inaudible moan escaped my lips. In a trance, my vision rotated around the room, seeking those eyes. But they disappeared.

With shaky legs, I manoeuvred through the crowd and into the kitchen. Luckily, it was my friends Patricia’s house. I’ve been here enough times in the day to know where I’m going without stumbling into a room that hosted an unsuspecting tryst. Chuckling to myself at the scenario, I opened the fridge. Eventually, I found what I was looking for. My hips continued to move as I gulped a whole glass of orange juice, licking my lips. Refreshed and ready for another round.

About thirty minutes had passed, the air in the living room had become thick with depravity. Bodies mingled and meshed together like a pit of snakes in heat. The vibrations of the beat rumbled through us, akin to a charmer with his flute. My gaze flitted up from my new dance partner and locked on the prying eyes from earlier. A slow smile crept on my face as I identified the perpetrator. It was my good friend and the owner of this house, Janice.

She was five foot six inches of delicious. Two ringlets ran down either side of her face, the rest amassed in a messy bun on her head. Paired with a distressed crop top and booty short two-piece she donned and mismatched earrings, she had a freshly fucked aesthetic. Again, delicious. Her skin was a deep caramel, a few shades lighter than mine. I watched her flush red as she returned my smile. There was something different in the way our eyes interacted with each other, something carnal.

Locked in her gaze, my hands trailed up the legs of the girl in front of me. Pressing my groin against her round ass, I flicked my tongue on her neck and her back arched towards me. My eyes never left Janice as I continued my sensual dance. The skirts of my dress rose higher and higher whilst I moved. Janice began to stalk towards me in her heels, swaying her hips with every step. I released my dance partner as she approached. In one motion, Janice pressed my back to the wall with her body.

I could feel her nipples whilst our breasts mashed together. Desire rose in me, imagining what those nipples would feel like between my fingers or my teeth. Or how the mounds on her chest would spill through my fingers as I massaged them. Slowly we began to grind together with her leg in between my thighs, breath mingling. Our hands explored each other’s curves as if our thirst could only quench with soft flesh. kızılay escort My wetness began to leak from my thin lace thong and onto her leg. Janice drew in a sharp breath and thrust her thigh onto my pussy. We ground against each other to the music, as unaware of the people dancing around us as they were of us. Either way, I didn’t give a fuck, neither did she.

Suddenly, she released me from her embrace and sized me up with her probing eyes, now dark with lust. My body stayed poised, allowing her to get an eyeful as I did the same. Janice flashed another smile at me, this one dangerous, and leant back in. Instead of placing a thigh between my legs, her right hand touched the outer folds of my cunt and teased wetness out of me. I froze, half in shock at her brazenness and half in wanton lust. She removed her fingers and rubbed my juices on my lower lip before sucking it off deeply.

My full lips moved with hers leisurely as we kissed, tongues touching playfully. Expert fingers resumed working in my folds before reaching my clit and circling it. I pushed my friend off of me and cocked my head to the side. She understood my meaning instantly. Holding her perfectly manicured hand in mine, she led me from the living room and into her room which was just to the left. Janice closed the door behind me and locked it with a click. I sat down on her four-poster bed with a slight bounce and popped my heels off, sighing in relief. Goosebumps crawled onto my skin with excitement as the noise from the party muffled behind the door.

She seemed to know what I thought as she drawled in her voice, deep with desire, “It’s just me and you now, sexy.” I smiled back at her, “Lucky fucking me.” I could have sworn something flashed in her eyes as she said, “Not yet.” Janice kneeled on the rug at the side of her bed. Keeping eye contact, she took one of my feet into her hands and began to massage. A moan sprung from my lips whilst she tended to my arches and kissed the ball of my foot. “Mmmn, you like that baby? You were going so hard in there.” She murmured as she continued on the other foot.

I managed a whimper as I flopped back onto the bed, lost in her care. “If I knew you were a masseuse, I would’ve seduced you ages ago.” I breathed, enjoying her worship with massages and kisses up and down my legs. Janice chuckled, “I’ve been watching you, biding my time. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, but I didn’t think you liked pussy.” Shaking my head, the only words I could muster were, “I like everything.” She giggled again. It was a rich, lilting sound that made my nipples perk up and strain in my dress. Not noticing she was now naked at my feet, I struggled to get my garment off and instantly regretted the wardrobe choice.

After a few moments of us laughing and tirelessly trying to pull latex over my ass, Janice stood up and rummaged around her cupboard. I sat up and peered at her bronze skin. Tattoos stretched from the nape of her neck to the back of her knee in intricate swirls and designs. Her ass was juicy and shaped like a peach that my teeth ached to sink in. My fingers found their way to my pussy, awaiting kolej escort her return. Janice turned around with a pair of scissors in her hand and a dangerous look in her eye.

She approached me and whispered, “Sorry, not fucking sorry.” Janice cut my dress down the middle before I could protest. My breasts spilt over, I could see excitement jump in her eyes as she took in my naked skin. I grabbed her by the throat, consumed with desire, kissing her deeply till she moaned in my mouth uncontrollably. We squeezed breasts, thighs and buttocks till we were one heap of writhing brown flesh. Nibbling and sucking a nipple, I touched her sopping cunt. She ground into my hand, begging for more.

Janice pushed me away, loving the change in power dynamic and slithered up my body. She smiled at me one last time before grabbing my head and slammed her mons on my face. Like the obedient pussy eater I am, I lapped at the juices between her lips and squeezed her nipples tight, letting her ride my face. Her fingers found my cunt and fingered me feverishly as she had her way with my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, allowing her to bounce her luscious cunt on it like it was a tiny dick. My tongue piercing must’ve hit an erogenous zone as she let out a guttural moan but didn’t let herself cum.

Pushing her away, I raised an eyebrow. “Edging, are we?” Janice returned my dark look and wrapped her hand around my throat before spitting in my mouth. “Shut up cunt.” My eyes rolled back into my head as this sex goddess or demon (I wasn’t sure at the time) slithered down, hand still on my throat. She kissed and bit her way down my body before raging war on my pussy with her pouty mouth. Fuck. Janice licked, fingered, rubbed, sucked and slurped on my pussy till I was about to come and then stopped. I moaned in protest before she slapped me harsh across the face. “Shut up cunt.” She repeated in a growl. A cauldron of sexual frustration and desire bubbled in me and my hand wrapped around her throat with the other slapping her right back. I loved the way her cheek bloomed red at my contact as she shuddered and whimpered.

With our hands at each other’s throats, we kissed and thrashed into each other when she reached down to grab a crystal phallic shaped item. “Open,” she commanded. I complied. Slowly but with fervour, she placed the dildo into my mouth and instructed me to suck. For a few minutes, I closed my eyes and let the goddess Aphrodite take me. I sucked and licked whilst Janice watched. Then I held it myself and went to town – putting on a show for her. That sexy chuckle vibrated in her throat as she pulled away from me. She reappeared wearing a strap on that had a thicker crystal phallus attached to it.

My jaw dropped. I took in the being before me, questioning my sobriety as it had to be an illusion. One hand gripped the bar above her head which now blazed with fiery curls that reached just above her breasts, nipples standing at attention. Her curved waist expanded gracefully to a lower abdomen: sporting the strap on atop her powerful thighs. Janice’s eyes fixed on me. I saw no more games on her face. She beckoned maltepe escort at me with one finger; my body moved before I could think. I slid to the edge of the bed till her crotch aligned with my face. Then I invited the phallus in.

Moaning as if she could feel my hot mouth on her, Janice pressed her hand into the nape of my neck, moving deeper into my throat. I wrapped my tongue around the shaft, making sure she saw my efforts to please her. Occasionally, my tongue piercing clanked on the crystal, adding to the cacophony of sucking and spitting noises. After a while, my eyes welled up with tears. I carried on, enjoying the look of ecstasy on her beautiful face. Finally, she purred, “You love sucking me, don’t you, dirty girl?” I answered by taking her further into my mouth and squeezing her ass in both hands. Janice reached down to squeeze and roll my nipples hard which sent me into a frenzy.

One hand fell to my pussy; I alternated between sucking her cock and rubbing my clit in sharp circles. After a while, she pushed me on my back, stroking the large phallus with a dainty hand and said, “Are you ready for this dick Babe?” I nodded and bit my lip in excitement. Kneeling and poising the tip between my folds, she rubbed up and down my slit and commanded again, “Tell me how much you want it.” Squirming to get it in, I shuddered, “Please… Give it to me.” Janice threw her head back in a cruel laugh, “I need more than that if I’m going to fuck you slut.” She pulled back but continued rubbing till it was just a whisper against my pussy.

I pulled my knees to my chest, exposing myself and mewled, “Please! I need it! I- I need your dick deep and hitting my spot! I need you to fuck me until I scream and cum and cry all over your fat cock!” At this point, all barriers came crashing down as I begged my friend to fill me. She coldly relented, “Not enough.” and pulled away completely. I cried, “Fuck me, Sir! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck-” and with that, she entered me mid cry to the hilt. Not moving, she leaned over while I squirmed and drawled in my ear, “Good girl.” Building up a steady pace, she moved her hips in and out, stretching me with her length.

“Fuck.” we breathed in unison. Tears welled up in my eyes as she picked up the pace, holding my nipples as reigns as she rode me. Janice handed me a vibrating bullet to tend to my clit while she fucked me. And damn, did she fuck me good. Only a few minutes passed of her whispering disgusting things into my ear; I thrashed as my orgasm wracked through my whole body. Fireworks exploded in my mind. My soul felt as if it were being ripped open and mended repeatedly. Quickly, she dismounted my heaving body and rubbed the discarded bullet to her clit. About a second later, she hollered and squirted all over me as I lay there, barely able to open my mouth and taste her cum.

Flopping down next to me, we shook and shivered in a messy heap until we calmed down. The sex demon/goddess seemed to cease possession. I noticed that the eyes I gazed into belonged to my friend again. Janice smiled her beautiful smile and cooed, “You’re a dirty bitch aren’t you?” I laughed as she stroked the hair from my face, “Me? You’re the one who went all demon slayer on me!” We fell into giggles until our limbs wrapped. Janice’s eyes were almost black and shone like projections of the galaxy. I leant in pressing my lips to hers, tender and loving.

Somewhere amongst being tangled in each other and exploring the softer intimacy between us, we drifted to sleep.

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The first thing we did once we got back to my apartment (we had decided on Vanessa and my place since Danna’s house was hosting a party for her father and bringing home her sudden polycule might have caused some controversy she wasn’t prepared for yet) was immediately grab onto the nearest person and kiss them like we haven’t seen them in years. Danna’s lips pressed against mine with enough force that knocked us to the ground. Regina chuckled at the scene, which only made Summer decide to silence her with her own lips.

Poor Vanessa was left out of the first round of kissing, but I could see that she was already incredibly turned on. Her hands ran up and down her body, her breath quickened, and she bit her lower lip. Seeing the opportunity, Summer reached her hand out and gently began to stroke the back of Vanessa’s leg. Vanessa moaned softly as she kicked off her shoes and pressed herself deeper into Summer’s touch.

As Danna ran her lips against my tongue, I could feel the blood rushing throughout me and my breath quickening. Before I got too overwhelmed in the madness, I had to take back some control. I gently pushed against Danna’s shoulders and broke our kiss. She looked at me with soft pleading eyes and I know it was wrong to deny her, but I had to do this.

“Wait, girls,” I said, causing Regina and Summer to break their kiss. The two of them already had their arms at each other’s waists and Vanessa had a button undone on Summer’s shirt. “Before we go any farther, should we set some ground rules?” I knew exactly where this night was going to be heading and I wanted to be prepared first.

They all looked at each other before Summer turned to me. “What kind of rules did you have in mind, Maria?”

“Oh, well, um,” I said nervously, having only blurted it out before really thinking of any. “Oh, we should have a safe word.” My eyes turned to Danna. “And a safe gesture. Something simple.” I didn’t think any of us would really hurt the others or anything. Well, okay, maybe Regina might end up taking things a bit farther than she should, but honestly, this was more because this was my first time with a girl and I was about to do it with four of them.

Vanessa thought for a bit. “How about foliage? It’s something quick and simple to say.” All of us nodded in agreement, then we turned our gaze to our adorable mute of the polycule. “As for a gesture that Danna can do that we’d immediately recognize… hmm…”

As I was trying to think of what kind of gestures we’d be able to recognize in the middle of sex, suddenly we heard someone whistle. I looked down at my chest, where the source of the whistling was from, and was greeted with Danna having a smile on her face. “She may be small and mute,” Summer said, leaning down and giving a kiss on Danna’s forehead, “but she’s not helpless. Remember, she’s mute, not silent. There are a few sounds she can make, such as whistling.”

“Oh, wonderful,” I said, internally screaming. As large part of me wanted to just fuck these girls and go wild on them. However, there was a strong part of me that was nervous about this. I mean, I was about to have sex on the first date. This was okay, right? Like, none of them would judge each other for doing this, right?

“Just so we’re clear, everyone consents to sex, boob touching, nipple play, ass spanking, etc, right?” Regina said, picking up on my vibe.

“I completely consent to you all,” Vanessa said, loosening her top a little.

Summer held Vanessa’s hand, preventing her from escaping any more clothing. “Save some for us to take off. I consent to everything as well.”

Danna thought for a few moments, stood up, and signed something. “Okay, so, Danna consents to everything except for anal. She doesn’t like and will not receive or perform it.”

“Understood,” Regina said, taking Danna’s hand and guiding her to my bedroom. “I consent to everything as well.”

“Hey, don’t you get a head start,” Vanessa said, playfully chasing after those two.

“I consent as well,” I said, getting up, ready to join my first lesbian orgy, when someone stopped me. Summer put her hands around my waist and pulled me in close to her. “Ah! Summer! What are you doing? Come on, the others will be waiting for us.”

“Oh, I know,” Summer said in a sultry voice, but there was a deep seriousness to her tone. She lifted her hands up and wrapped them around my breasts, taking one in each hand. “I wanted to talk to you, Maria.”

Nervously, and experiencing a sudden rush of pleasure like I never had before, I gulped and turned to her. “Yes? What did you wanna talk about, Summer?”

“Tell me, Maria? What are your intentions with Danna?”

“My intent?” I asked, biting my lower lip. Summer’s grip on my tits was both pleasurable and nerve-wracking. I didn’t know if she was about to fuck me or attack me. “I… I want to make Danna happy.”

Upon hearing that, Summer loosened her grip on me and I released a breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding. She spun me around and looked at me, deep into my eyes. “Your intent is to make mamak escort Danna happy?” I could feel my knees begin to weaken a little from nervousness. “You swear by that?”

“Yes!” I said, finding my inner confidence. Her aura was definitely serious, but I knew in my heart that I cared about Danna and her smile and her laugh and her happiness. I wanted to make Danna happy. Summer’s expression changed from a serious demeanor to a suddenly sappy and remorseful one.

“I’m sorry,” Summer said, gently wiping away a tear from her eye.

“Oh, um, if you want to apologize, can you tell me what that was about?” As the Ringmaster, I had to start taking some control in my new life as part of this polycule. Also, it just felt really hot to somewhat boss Summer around.

With a gentle nod, Summer began to speak. “I guess it’s no secret that I care for Danna, very much.” Actually, I had noticed it. When we all were kissing earlier, I noticed that Summer only kissed Vanessa and me, but she never kissed Danna. At the time, I thought it was because Summer and Danna had a more professional relationship. That’s why I was hesitant on considering Summer as part of the polycule. “Yes, you could say that I love her.”

“Um, how long have you loved her?” I asked, curious myself.

“About three years now,” Summer said, averting her gaze from both me and the direction that Danna was. I could hardly contain my sudden feelings for Vanessa. I couldn’t imagine how that would have been for Summer. “Don’t get me wrong,” she continued, “I enjoyed every moment being with Danna, even if she didn’t reciprocate the love back to me. But, it always hurt when I saw Danna fall for another girl.”

“Because she wasn’t falling in love with you?” I asked.

“Because the other women would treat Danna differently,” Summer said sternly, as if she was cursing all their names at once. “They only saw Danna as a way to get into money, or worse, as someone they could take advantage of because she was mute.” I noticed Summer’s fingers grip tightly around her arms.

“Why didn’t you ever tell Danna you were in love with her?”

“She never looked or saw me that way,” Summer said, another tear beginning to form in her eye. “And I didn’t need her father seeing me, the person entrusted to protect Danna, as someone who might have been using her.” She turned over and stared deep at me. “Danna has been in love with you since the first day of classes. The way that you speak, the way you analyze, the way that you created that romantic video for the first project. All of that just spoke to her, but, like how she never did with me…”

“I never looked at her like that,” I said, looking down at the ring. I mentally beat myself up a little for not having fully recognized it earlier. The ring didn’t make Danna fall in love with me, it made me notice Danna was in love with me. Had she been giving me those looks and glances this whole time? Slowly I reached my hand and held Summer’s. “Summer, admit your feelings for Danna. I’m sure she’ll reciprocate them to you. And, I promise that I’ll treat Danna well. I love her smile and I want to be a reason that she smiles. As long as, you know, you two are fine being part of a polycule with Vanessa, me, and Regina.”

With that, Summer’s tension dropped and she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I could hear her sniffle a little as she buried her face into my neck. “I know that I am. Thank you, Maria. I will.”

I gave her a gentle pat on the back. “Come on. Let’s go. Better not keep them waiting, or they’ll already be neck deep in each other.” Summer nodded and I guided her to the bedroom.

“There you two are,” Vanessa said, her stockings already on the floor and she was wearing pink panties on display for everyone to see.

“You two ready?” Regina asked, giving Danna some kisses on her neck.

“Yes,” Summer said, “But first…” She walked over to Danna and gently caressed her face. Summer softly smiled as she said, “I love you, Danna.”

Danna’s face immediately went red and she signed something. “You love me?” Regina translated for the rest of us.

“For a few years now,” Summer said, still looking deeply into Maria’s eyes.

Danna paused for a bit and signed something back. “Why did you never tell me?” Regina translated, pretending to eat popcorn as she watched this romantic drama unfold.

“Because I was afraid that you didn’t. You always looked at other women, but never at me with the same look. And then I saw how you looked at Maria and then I thought that I’d neve-” Before Summer could finish, Danna pulled her in and planted a firm kiss on Summer’s lips. Behind Summer’s back, she signed something.

“I love you too, Summer,” Regina translated. “Aww, how sweet.” Danna continued to make some more hand signs. “I hope it’s not too late for us to admit this, now that we’re part of a polycule,” Regina translated. “Wait, since when was there an ASL word for that?”

“Not at all,” Summer said with a warm and wide smile ofise gelen escort on her face. She turned her head back and looked at me. “Well now, Maria, are you ready to come and join us on the bed?”

I took a nervous, yet excited, gulp before slowly crawling onto the bed. There were four amazingly tantalizing women to pick from, but I knew exactly who was going to get my attention first. Summer had both Danna and Regina’s attention, meaning the one who had me was…

“Vanessa,” I said breathlessly as I gazed upon her body. The way her brown hair cascaded down, drawing my attention to her beautifully rounded breasts. The way she laid back, resting on her elbows, and the look in her eyes, it only invited me in deeper to her beauty.

She bit her lower lip playfully as she watched me trace over her body with my eyes. “See something you like, Maria?”

Goddammit, she’s so hot. I slowly nodded as I began to lift Vanessa’s dress off of her shoulders. Inch by inch, her tan body began to reveal itself to me. I could feel my mouth beginning to water as she waited patiently for me to unwrap her from her cloth wrapping paper. Then, I managed to remove Vanessa’s dress, leaving her lying there in a matching set of pink bra and panties. I could feel my breath begin to get heavy as Vanessa’s body became more and more revealed to me.

I turned over to see how Summer, Danna, and Regina were doing. At some point, Danna had flipped Summer around and stripped her down to just panties. I could see every inch of Summer’s beautifully freckled breasts. Well, as much as I could. Regina was happily helping herself to Summer’s left nipple, softly licking and sucking on it. Summer was letting out gentle moans as Danna began kissing all over her stomach.

“That can be us,” Vanessa said, pulling my attention back to the gorgeous Greek under me. She reached her hand under and lifted my shirt up over my head, letting my tits bounce in their black bra cage as they fell down. I shyly looked away, but Vanessa’s hand guided my cheek back to facing her. “Maria, they are lovely. You are lovely.” She pulled me down in for a kiss, our tits pressing into each other. Once again, I felt the same warm fire from before, but magnified. The way she kissed me, in the privacy of our apartment, without fear that someone would walk in and find us, was a passion I had never truly felt before. We stayed like that for a bit, listening to Summer’s moans of pleasure next to us. Then, her lips left mine as she brought them close to my ear. “I love you, Maria.”

Love. That was the feeling. That is what was making my heart race as I looked at Vanessa, at Danna, at Summer, even at Regina. This ring may have made me lusty after women, but I was still Maria. Haplessly romantic Maria. But, now it was no longer out of my reach. Now, it was right there, guarded by thin pieces of fabric.

“I love you too, Vanessa,” I said with a wide smile as I turned to the other three, “I love you all.”

Summer turned to me with a smile on her face. “I love you all too.” Danna took a break from working her way down Summer’s leg to give a simple signing. “Danna says that she loves us all as well.”

Regina gave Summer a quick nipple flick with her tongue before purring gently. “Well, I won’t be left out of this love fest. Count me in as well.” Then, she began to kiss and suck on Summer’s other nipple.

“Yes, I love you all,” Vanessa said as she reached behind and unhooked my bra, allowing my tits to hang freely in her face. “So lovely.”

Gently, she kissed around my breasts before finally putting her lips around my nipple and gently sucking. The feel was a warm excitement, so much so that my knees gave out and I fell forwards into Vanessa. She let out a surprised grunt, but adjusted to the new position and continued to suck on my tit while playing with the other with her hand. I moaned softly at this wonderful new feeling, wondering if the ring had made me more sensitive. After all, masturbating never felt this good.

Slowly, I positioned myself to straddle onto Vanessa’s leg while sticking my leg between her thigh, feeling the pulsing warmth coming from it. Danna must have noticed that I was the only one still wearing properly wearing clothing as she quickly pulled down my jeans and my panties in one fell swoop. Before I could react, Danna tossed them aside and gave my ass a gentle squeeze. I moaned louder, pressing my now bare wet mound against Vanessa’s leg. I hadn’t even noticed how wet I was. Gently, I rubbed it against her leg as I felt her begin to moan into my breasts, while Regina brought Danna back into her threeway with Summer.

My gaze went to Vanessa’s panties with lustful breaths. Vanessa was in full range of me and I could go anywhere on her. For right now, she was mine, and I wanted to have her.

I wanted to feel her soft delicate fingers inside of me. I could feel myself aching for her touch. And I wanted to touch her. I wanted to feel each and every inch inside of her. Slowly, otele gelen escort I guided my fingers down Vanessa’s stomach and caressed her inner thigh. Her sweet gentle moans let me know that I was doing something right. This would be my first time touching another woman like this, and if I had any indication about this ring and my new polycule, it would not be the last. Still, I wanted my first time to be with Vanessa.

As I stroked her thigh, I could feel the pulsing heat coming from her crotch. Her breath was more excited and nervous as she rolled her tongue around my nipple. I moaned more, especially as she began to snake a hand down my stomach. This was going to happen. My first time touching a woman and my first time being touched by one. With a gossamer caress of her thigh, I moved my hand up, tucked it under the waistband of her panties, and slowly brought them down to her knees. Gently, I brought my hand down, feeling the soft tickle of Vanessa’s bush. It wasn’t much, but I could tell she was a little self-conscious about it. As I brushed against it, she nervously squirmed her legs as if to hide it.

“I think it’s cute,” I said to her, trying to reassure Vanessa of her natural beauty. Slowly, she relaxed her legs as she stroked mine with her thumb. We were both inches away from touching each other’s delicate flowers. “Are you ready?” I asked her, but more or less asking myself the same question.

Vanessa paused for a bit before releasing my nipple. “Yes, Maria.” There was something pure in her voice, something lusty yet naïve about her tone. Oh, she wanted this. I wanted this, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

Gently, I rubbed my middle finger against her lips, feeling the warm wetness she had been generating for the past few minutes. She felt amazingly soft, wonderfully lubed up for pleasure. I felt her do the same to me, causing me to let out a soft breath of pleasure as her finger traced up and down my outer lips. Then, I pushed my finger into her. She let out a sharp moan as I entered her and bit her lower lip. Gently, she bucked her hips against my finger as she stuck hers into my pussy.

Now, I’ve played with toys and I’ve had sex with guys before before, but none of that felt nearly as amazing as when Vanessa began to finger me. It was a rush of pleasure and electricity I had never felt before. The sudden feeling made me release a cry of pleasure. I wasn’t focused on how Danna was eating out Regina or about how Regina was three fingers deep into Summer, instead my world just became Vanessa and her amazing body.

She began to thrust her finger in and out of my dampness, hearing me moan with each delicate push. I returned the favor by inserting both my ring and middle finger into her. The sudden addition of a second finger made her body twitch in pleasure and her breath shake with every thrust. She moaned sharply as she gripped the bedsheet with her free hand, increasing the intensity inside of me. I felt my knees give out and I fell downwards more, inviting Vanessa’s finger deeper inside of me.

“M….More,” I moaned, soaking Vanessa’s finger with my wetness. She immediately responded by sticking her ring, middle, and pointer finger deep inside my cunt. I moaned loudly as I rode her fingers up and down, loving each and every time they went deeper inside me. Starting to get lost in my own pleasure, I had to keep reminding myself to finger Vanessa. My fingers stretched and wiggled around in her dripping sex as she grunted in pleasure, trying to hold herself together.

The fire I felt from before kept building up in my crotch as Vanessa ran her fingers along my inner walls. My first time with a woman and she was already getting me this close to orgasming. The ring HAD to have heightened my senses, unless lesbian sex just felt THIS good. As much as I wanted to cum, every cell in my body asking for the release, I wanted to make Vanessa cum first. I quickened my pace, causing her to squirm more, her hand spasming within me. Fuck. I was so close, but no, not yet. I didn’t want to cum just yet.

“Oh god,” Vanessa cried out as she grinded against my hand feverishly. “Ah, I’m so close! Please! Don’t stop Maria!” Hearing her moan my name in pure pleasure began to send me over the edge. This was it. With a final push and rubbing her clit with my thumb, Vanessa’s body caved to the pleasure. She writhed as an orgasm ripped through her body, her legs gripping my hand and her back arching. “MARIA!”

Vanessa’s fingers curled inside me and she rapidly thrusted them in and out of me. Vanessa’s skillful fingering, and hearing her moan my name as she came, it was too much for me. The fire took over, no longer able to be held back. It coursed through every fiber of my being, enrapturing me in an orgasmic bliss. My toes curled and my head flew backwards as my body went as taunt as piano wire. The two of us stayed there, shuddering and quivering in pure bliss as the orgasm throbbed throughout our bodies.

Unable to hold myself upright, I collapsed forward onto Vanessa, panting like I had just ran a marathon. My first lesbian orgasm was beyond mind-blowing. Never had I know pleasure such like that, and I never wanted to go back. As she came down from her orgasmic high, Vanessa’s fingers slowly fell out of my snatch as she laid under me. Slowly the world began to refocus as I remembered there were three other beautiful ladies here on my bed.

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What the fuck, I thought. First Fabienne had run off, and now, just when I thought we were back on track, that stupid fat cunt Amy went and ruined it.

Mum could see I was cross when I got back. Even giving Penny a good ass-fuck and then riding her face to bring myself off had not helped my temper.

“What’s wrong love? I thought you were going to have nice evening?”

“So did I, but that fat fuck Amy messed it all up!”

I told Mum what had happened, well, what I thought anyway.

She gave me a big warm hug.

“It’s okay love, you are so like me. You like to get your own way.”

I gigged.

“Except you are also a subby bitch for me.”

Mum smiled.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

I laughed.

“Not you, too, Mum!”

She smiled.

“It’s different.”

“How?”

“It just is, we can talk about it later, you better get to bed, school in the morning.”

I was exhausted and slept well.

The next few days were plain weird.

Amy avoided me, which was fine by me as I was avoiding her. I was sad about Fabienne, but she had sided with Amy and needed to be taught who was in charge.

I went back to fuck Penny, who was such a good slut for me. I noted that Fabienne had made herself scare; her loss.

Mum and I did not get a chance to talk about things till Thursday night. Dad went out with his mates, which gave us a chance to catch up.

“So, Mum, what’s with all this stuff about being a sub?”

She shook her head.

“Not for you, I think.”

“Why?”

“You are too young, too inexperienced.”

I felt a surge of irritation.

“Says who?”

“Says you. The way you have reacted. I get that you are a domme, and a good one to me and clearly to Penny, but you can’t let go like I can.”

“What’s so good about that, Mum? I like to be in charge.”

“Yes, as I said, you are not experienced enough to be able to let go like I can.”

“Fuck that, anything you can do I can.”

“I doubt it. Oh, by the way, can you make yourself scarce tomorrow night? Dad is going away with his golfing buddies for a weekend of fun and drinks.”

“Aww, Mum, I’d have thought it was an opportunity for us girls to get together.”

“Well, it sort of is. I occasionally ask someone I trust to put me in my place.”

I was shocked.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on love. I am such a stuck-up, cocky bitch, sometimes it’s nice to be told that in a sexy situation when I can be punished for it.”

Wow, I thought!

The idea of Mum being punished aroused me. She was a bossy cow sometimes, and the idea of her being “punished” made my pussy wet.

“So, I’d be glad if you could absent yourself for the evening. Is that okay?”

“Spoilsport, can’t I stay and watch?”

“Only if you want to be put in your place too. My visitor will be in charge of me for the evening, and won’t want another domme interfering. And as you would not be able to be subby, it’s best you go.”

Fuck that, I thought!

“What if I were to prove you wrong?”

“Yeah,” Mum joked, “like that is going to happen to my stroppy eighteen-year-old. You couldn’t hack it love.”

That bloody did it. Anything she could fucking so, I do better. I told her so. She looked at me curiously.

“Do you really want to try?”

I was suddenly not sure. But there was no fucking way I was backing down.

“Yes, what do I have to do?”

Mum laughed.

“As you are told, but you’ll need some stuff, I’ll get it for you tomorrow, okay.”

I agreed. I was intrigued. What the fuck had I agreed to?

Friday was a bit of a daze. Fortunately it was a quiet day at school, which was as well, as my knickers kept getting damp. I resisted the temptation to run to the loo and wank myself off.

Emma asked if I was okay? I had explained to her what had happened, and we were going to go clubbing on Saturday night. As she said, maybe I needed some straightforward uncomplicated cock. At least with blokes you knew what they wanted. Suck and fuck and no complications.

When I got home, I could sense Mum’s excitement.

We had fish and chips from the local chippy, and then settled down.

“Okay luv, now we need to get ready.”

I went upstairs, following Mum, marvelling, as usual, at her luscious sexy arse.

We got into her bedroom, and on the bed she had put what she called our “outfits.”

“Is that all we are wearing Mum? Fuck, who is this ‘visitor’?”

“It gaziosmanpaşa escort is, and wait and see, little Miss impatient.”

Mum and I undressed.

I so loved to see her mature tits swaying. Her areola were thick, a brownish pink, and her large nipples crinkled and stiff. Fuck she was sexy. If SHE could do this, whatever, I could too – and would.

“I love your teen tits darling; they are wonderful.”

I blushed.

“Thanks Mum, I get them from you.”

“As you do other things, so let’s enjoy this, hey? Get it on.”

“It” was a sheer black bodystocking that covered our upper half. As we both had big tits, it was transparent enough to show them. The gusset reached up and, if we were not careful, slid between our lips giving us a cunt wedgie.

“Is this all?”

“No, luv, wear this too.”

“This” was lace eye-covering. I could still see through it, but not clearly.

“What now?”

Mum got her phone and answered a text.

“She will be here in a minute. We go down to the living room and wait.”

It felt so fucking hot. Mum and I, naked but for the bodystocking and the eye covering, making our way gingerly downstairs. Mum had a bag with her, which she put on the table. We stood there, side by side, our backs to the door. Whoever came in would have a fab view of our arses.

I reached out to touch Mum’s hand. She squeezed mine.

“Not to worry hun, it will be good. Just remember, do as you are told, okay?”

I giggled.

“It will never feel the same next time you tell me in relation to everyday life.”

She giggled too.

As we stood there in the silence, I could hear my heart beating – and the gusset of the bodystocking getting wetter as my pussy leaked. I was tingling. By rights I knew I ought to have been wondering what the fuck I was doing, but I was damned if I was going to show Mum that, or be beaten by her.

Then I heard the door opening. I gripped Mum’s hand tighter.

“So, Anne, Elle, are you ready to be good girls?”

I thought “fuck” – that accent, it had to be Fabienne. Fuck, fuck, fuck, and there I was, standing in a highly revealing bodystocking soaked at the gusset, my juices leaking down my thighs. My clit tingled.

“Yes Miss,” Mum said.

Well, whatever she could do…

“Yes Miss,” I said, shivering.

“Good girls.”

I felt her hand on my arse. I presumed her other hand was on Mum’s.

“You both have such sexy asses.”

Then she patted mine, sending shivers and tingles through me.

“Now, you have all I asked for here, Anne?”

“Yes, Miss, in the bag on the table.”

“Good girl. You both look so hot like that.”

“Thank you, Miss,” Mum said.

I heard some rustling behind us, presumably Fabienne rootling round in that bag.

“Right,” she said in a surprisingly authoritative voice, “Anne, come over here. You too Elle.”

We turned and walked to the table.

It was possible to see, but the view was obscured by the lace mask.

Fabienne had turned two of the chairs to face each other. On each of them was a suction dildo. It looked so obscene – our dining room chairs like that.

“Elle, help your mum get her cunt onto that.”

“That” was at least eight inches and fairly thick and black and ribbed.

Gingerly, I gripped Mum’s hips and, as she parted her legs, I moved the gusset aside. Fuck! That was so hot, helping her to lower her wet cunt like that. There was a squelching, farty sound as it penetrated deep. Mum was moaning:

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I feel so full!”

Mum lowered herself fully. The look on her face made me feel so hot, not least because I knew I was next.

“Now, Elle, let me guide you.”

I pulled my gusset aside as Fabienne helped lower me onto it.

The moment the head touched my wetness, I moaned. The moaning got louder as I felt every inch of the thing stretch my teen pussy. Knowing Mum was watching just made it all the hotter.

Fully impaled, I wanted to bounce up and down, but didn’t.

I could see Fabienne had something in her hands. Nipple clamps and chains. OMG, I thought.

She smiled as she fixed them on Mum’s big nipples. Mum groaned, swearing and moaning.

Then she turned to me.

“Ever had these before, Elle?”

“No Miss.” I replied.

As she fastened the first one to my left nipple I screamed! Fuck, the pain! It shot through me. Then came the right gölbaşı escort nipple. I was whimpering with the pain. Then I felt numb. I was conscious my pussy was clenching the dildo and that, without meaning to, I had rocked in my seat, making it rub against the sides.

Then Fabienne fixed a silver chain across from my clips to Mum’s. If either of us moved, both of us would feel it on our tits. I shuddered – big mistake as I felt the pull of the chain; Mum also moaned.

“There,” she said, “Mum and daughter united. As you both have big tits, I thought that appropriate.”

“Yes, Miss,” we both chorused together.

“Now, bounce on those cocks. If you can move in time it will not hurt as much.”

I looked over to Mum, she nodded.

I raised myself, as she did. Fuck, that stung!

The feeling of fucking myself in front of Mum, while she fucked herself in front of me was enough to make me super horny, but the pull on our nipples sent me almost wild. Who the fuck would have thought that having your nipple clamped could give you such feelings?

I could hear both of us squelch; we both squealed when we got out of sync with our timings.

“Stop!”

We both stopped; ouch, that stung as we did not synchronise.

Mum’s tits were still wobbling; I assumed she could see mine doing the same thing.

“Okay ladies, let me unclamp you!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I screamed as the blood flowed back into my nipples; Mum was also whimpering.

Fabienne caressed my tits, soothing them; she did the same to Mum.

“Stand up Elle!”

Reluctantly (as I loved the fulness in my pussy) I stood, feeling every inch of the cock as I slid out of it.

“Now you, Anne!”

I watched as Mum did the same. She also whimpered at losing that full pussy.

“Elle, clean up – Mum’s mess. Anne, clean up after your messy slut of a daughter.”

So it was that I knelt in front of Mum’s chair, as she did in front of mine.

“Let me move them.”

Fabienne moved them so we were side by side.

“Kiss each other.”

I kissed Mum, and her tongue entered my mouth. It felt so good. Without thinking, I sucked on it.

“Now, clean up, sluts!”

Mum had left the cock slathered in her thick cream; she must have been as horny as me.

“Watch your Mum, Elle, she’s a good cock sucker, aren’t you Anne?”

“Yes, Miss.”

I watched, fascinated.

I had occasionally peeked in on Mum and Dad when they had been playing, and seen, through the keyhole, Mum sucking his cock. Now I got to watch her technique.

She licked up the shaft, then down, before putting her lips around the head and sucking. It was slick with my cream. I watched as Mum sucked it, lowering her head to take more in. She then began to bob her head up and down. The more she took in, the more she gagged and coughed, but she kept going until, fuck, I could see a bulge in her throat; she was deep throating it! I knew Mum was a slut, but wow, that was amazing.

Sod it! If she could do it, I could.

I had only sucked a couple of cocks, and that had not taken long as the boys had both cum almost before I had started. This was different.

I licked up and down the shaft, as Mum had, tasting her tangy cream. The lower I got, the tangier it was fuck, she had been so creamy. I coughed and spluttered as it began to hit the back of my throat, but managed, somehow, to relax my throat muscles. There, I showed them.

“Elle’s as big a slut as you Anne. You are a couple of cock-suckers.”

We both uttered something which sounded like:

“Yeth Mith.”

I could see her out of the corner of my eye, and it became almost a competition. We both pushed our heads up and down the cocks.

“Now, kiss each other again.”

We both coughed, and I could see that Mum had drooled, as I had. As we kissed, we could taste each other. I pushed my tongue in this time, and Mum sucked me.

“Now, Elle, get on all fours, push that silly leotard aside.”

Without hesitation, I did as she said.

“Ass up, head down.”

I did it, pulling the bodystocking aside to expose my dripping pussy.

“Sniff her, Anne.”

I felt Mum’s nose between my arse-cheeks as she sniffed me.

“Three fingers, now!”

I gasped as Mum just pushed three stiff fingers into my dripping wetness. Of course, after the dildo, I was open, and she had no problem.

“Wet?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Okay, keçiören escort put the strappy on and fuck her.”

I felt vulnerable, but so alive and horny.

Not having a choice removed any element of guilt. I was a horny girl and had no choice, nor did Mum.

I felt her hands on my hips, then the tip of the girl-cock against my wetness. As she gripped me and pressed in, I squealed with pleasure.

I looked in front of me.

Fabienne was facing me.

“You are Anne’s bitch, what are you?”

“Anne’s bitch Miss.”

“Who is in charge”

“You are, Miss!”

As I said those words a shudder passed through me, and I had a mini orgasm.

Fabienne smiled.

“Fuck your bitch, Anne.”

Mum did. Fuck but she did.

She thrust in hard and fast, just fucking me. I had never been treated this way, never imagined it, never even thought of it. But as she ploughed into me, I heard a voice, mine, squealing, saying:

“Fuck me, fuck meeeee!”

Over, and over again, with added grunts as she almost pushed me over.

“Do you need to cum, Elle?”

It was Fabienne, Miss.

“Yes, Miss, yes I do!”

“I will let you cum if you ask Mum her conditions for you being allowed to cum!”

“Mum, Mummmm,” I moaned, “can I cum, please, please!”

Mum grunted and I felt her slap against my arse cheeks.

“Two conditions!”

“Yes, Mum, name them!”

“You agree you are my bitch, and you beg me to fuck you in the arse after you have cum!”

In any other circumstances I’d have refused, but I was desperate. The treatment was so turning me on that I’d have agreed to anything.

“I am your bitch, Mum. Please let me cum, and please fuck me in the arse afterwards.”

“Touch your clit, bitch!”

The sheer relief, I balanced, just, and then rubbed as she fucked me. It took barely a moment as I was so close. I came, and hard and deep and fast. I felt my whole body shake. I groaned and I came like I had never cum before.

It was almost as though I was disembodied. It was as though I could see myself, arse up, Mum fucking me, and me dissolving into the most intense orgasm of my life.

It was her withdrawing from my pussy which brought me round.

“Open that arse for me, bitch!”

I did something I had never even imagined doing – with my own hands, I spread my arse cheeks. I felt something cold against my arsehole, Mum’s finger pushing lube in and then opening me, one, then two fingers pushing, spreading me further.

Then I felt the head of the cock against my arsehole, slippery, cold, pressing, opening, making me moan, hurting, but not too much, and then, the pressure. Then it ceased.

“Push back, like you were taking a shit, baby!”

I did.

I was lost to shame, to anything but the desire to be fucked and to show Mum and Fabienne that there was nothing they could throw my way that I could not cope with.

So I pushed. Again that pressure, that cold wetness, but this time I felt my arsehole opening for her cock. She pressed, expertly, slowly, rotating it a little.

“Oh God, oh God!”

“Have you ever been fucked in the arse darling?”

“No, Mum.”

“Beg me to take your anal cherry baby!”

“Please, Mum, fuck me in the arse, take my anal cherry!”

I pushed, she pushed, and with a huge moan, I felt her press through.

At first the thrusts were gentle, slow, with more lube being applied, but then they were less gentle, then rough, then she grabbed my hair, and the hard fucking began.

As she rammed into my virgin arse, I could do nothing except whimper and moan. Mu pussy felt so empty, I wanted it filled. I was leaking, dripping onto the bed. But Mum was relentless.

“Yes, fuck yes!”

“If you adjust the angle, Anne, it will rub your own clit.”

I felt her adjust and her moaning grew louder, mixing with my own. She was rough, she was hard, and she was do fucking wonderful. I just went with the flow, and the flow was wetting my thighs and the bed sheets. I felt like a puppet as she pounded me, harder, my arsehole stretched, full.

“Can I?”

I was begging, me, Elle, begging to be allowed to cum.

“Yes!”

That very thought did it.

I had never imagined this, never thought of it happening to me. It was so intense. Every part of my was tingling, I so wanted to… and I did. I felt my arsehole grip Mum’s strappy, and I came again.

As I did, I heard Mum scream.

“Yes, fuck, yes!”

And she came, I felt her squirt on my arse, it was that intense for her.

I collapsed with her on top of me. I felt her slide out. My arsehole ached. I was so open, so, so fucked.

“I love you Elle!”

“I love you, too, Mum,” I whispered.

“And that,” Fabienne said, “is why you needed to experience it!”

All I could do was whimper my thanks.

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You really should read ‘Tomorrow is Promised’ first, especially parts 2 and 3.

Note that the following events took place in the mid to late ’90s, while the “Don’t ask, don’t tell” policy was in place in the military. Even after implementing that policy, being an active lesbian risked your career, especially for an officer.

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***

May 1994

As I dragged myself into my hotel room at 2 AM, I thought about what had happened this week. “Why did I risk my career for this?” I thought to myself as I disrobed and crawled into bed. I made sure my alarm was set for 5 AM. As I fell asleep, my mind went back to earlier tonight …

***

After hurrying back to my hotel room after the day’s activities, I took a moment to look in the mirror as I finished my toilet. I wanted to make sure I looked pretty for Judy. This would be our last night together, with no prospect of ever seeing each other again after that.

I was okay with that. I had my Air Force career to consider. Despite the issuance of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell,” being a lesbian in the military is still a career killer and can lead to a dishonorable discharge. Carrying on a long-term relationship would only increase the chances that I’d be caught and thrown out. Add on top of that that Judy is going back to California while I’m going back to Wright-Pat AFB in Ohio makes any hope of a relationship moot.

I was wearing jeans, a button-up blouse, and flats for tonight. I put my hair down in a low ponytail, grateful that I didn’t need to keep it up in a bun. After one last check, I headed down to the lobby. After I got out of the elevator and walked out into the foyer, I saw Judy standing there. She was stunning as usual. Judy was my height with brown hair and eyes, and she, too, was wearing jeans, a button-up blouse, and flats. When Judy turned and saw me approaching, a broad smile came across her face. I couldn’t help but smile as my eyes ran over her fit, toned body. It was easy to see that she had been an athlete, and she had taken the care to maintain her body.

Being careful not to display too much affection, we met and briefly hugged before separating and heading out the door. We had decided to go to the Red Iguana, a fine Mexican restaurant on 200 S, just north of the hotel. When we got out on West Temple South, we turned right to head north to the intersection with 200 S. We then turned east, and halfway down the block, we reached the restaurant. While we walked, we discussed our day and our plans for the night.

The plans for tonight ended up being really simple. After dinner, we would go back to Judy’s room and make out like over-caffeinated minks until it was time for me to get back to my room. I thrilled at the look in Judy’s eyes when she said she planned to spend the night between my legs. Hearing her say that with all sincerity made my pussy hot and wet, and my nipples ached as they got hard.

We got to the restaurant and waited for a table to become available. We had to be circumspect since many people we were acquainted with could be eating here tonight. So we just chatted about current events. We talked about the official opening of the Chunnel between France and England, wondering if Queen Elizabeth and Francois Mitterrand liked each other. We also discussed Aldrich Ames and his pleading guilty to spying for the USSR and Russia.

Our names were called, and we were seated. We both ordered Dos Equis and burritos for dinner. While we waited for our food, we discussed our plans for tomorrow. We decided not to meet for breakfast and avoid meeting each other tomorrow during the breakdown. Judy ran her foot up and down my calf while we were talking, making my already wet pussy even wetter. Her eyes were dilated, and she was licking her lips seductively as she saw how I was responding to her. I nearly growled when I whispered to her, “You’re making me crazy.”

Judy leaned in and asked, “Are you getting wet?”

“Yes,” I husked. “God, she’s incredible,” I thought to myself as I felt the heat building between my legs.

“Good,” Judy said. “I want you well lubricated for tonight.”

“Oh, god,” I said, nearly moaning as I pictured Judy’s face between my legs, my juices on her face as she tongues me to multiple massive orgasms.

I took a gulp of my beer, trying to cool myself off. Thankfully, our waiter came up with our food just then, preventing me from leaping across the table and taking Judy right there.

Without needing to verbalize it, we both quickly ate our food. We wanted to get out of there and back to the hotel as soon as possible. By the time we finished eating, I had my body somewhat back under control. When the waiter came with the bill, we threw our money on it and left.

We practically ran back to the hotel. When we entered the elevator and started up to the third floor, we flew into each other’s arms. All too soon, ulus escort the elevator stopped, and we separated before getting off the elevator. Judy went down the hall and unlocked her door, and went in. I waited a minute and then walked quickly down to her room and entered, after making sure no one was in the hall. As I turned and closed the door and chained it, Judy’s arms went around me, and her lips were on my neck.

I leaned back against her, murmuring, “Oh, God, Judy.”

Judy removed her lips from my neck and said, “Get those clothes off, now!”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, turning in her arms and wrapping my arms around Judy. I leaned in, and our lips met, our mouths opening together. An explosion went off in my gut, radiating to my clit and nipples as I captured her guttural moan, our tongues plundering each other’s mouths. In turn, I moaned, my nipples aching so badly from being hard and pressing against Judy’s breasts.

Finally, we broke, gasping for breath. I pushed Judy back and started unbuttoning my blouse while toeing off my flats. Judy began to do the same, and my eyes locked on her lacy demi bra covering her breasts. I could see her hard nipples tenting the material. As soon as I shrugged off my blouse, my hands went behind me to unclasp my bra and free my breasts. Judy did the same, and the sight of her dark pink hard nipples made my mouth water. I noticed that Judy’s eyes locked onto my breasts as soon as my bra slid off my arms.

My hands flew to my jeans, and I fumbled getting my jeans unfastened as I moaned from the desire for this incredible woman in front of me. Finally, I got my jeans unzipped, and I hooked the waist of my jeans and panties and slid them both down, my breasts freely hanging as I worked my jeans over my feet and off. We both got our jeans off at the same time. I grabbed Judy’s shoulders and pushed her back toward her bed, anxious to get to work pleasing this wonderful woman.

Without needing to say anything, we positioned ourselves on our left sides, facing each other’s pussy. I lifted my right leg and hooked my right foot behind my left knee, as did Judy, exposing our pussies to each other. I saw the moisture seeping between Judy’s inflamed lips and leaned in and ran my tongue from just below her clit to her perineum. Judy moaned her approval and started rolling her hips. As I did, I felt Judy’s tongue doing the same to me. I growled, “Oh, God, Judy,” rolling my hips before I dove tongue-first into her pussy. I could see her anus twitching as I plundered her pussy.

I snaked my right arm around Judy’s right thigh and lubricated my index finger with her juices. I then started swirling it around her anus, eliciting a muffled “Oh, God, Alex,” from Judy, the vibrations from her voice making my pussy pulsate. I suddenly felt a touch on my anus, and I moaned from the sensation. I started pressing in on Judy’s anus as I swirled around it tighter and tighter until my fingertip slipped into her ass. Gently, I started pumping it in and out, each time penetrating further until eventually, my entire finger was in her ass. Meanwhile, I tongued her pussy. I swirled my tongue all around her hole before running it up and down between her lips.

It turned into a contest to see who would surrender to their sensations first and crash into their orgasm. What Judy lacked in experience, she made up for with enthusiasm. I was starting to lose my mind from what Judy was doing to me. I could feel her finger in my ass as her tongue plundered my pussy. I latched onto Judy’s clit with my mouth. I started sucking, licking, and nipping her nub, feeling it become engorged and erect. Finally, I felt Judy crash into her orgasm. Her mouth left my pussy, and she screamed, “Oh, God, Alex,” as she started thrashing, her hips spasming and her core and thighs shaking as her powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.

The momentary loss of stimulation to my pussy was more than compensated by the beauty of Judy’s body responding to my ministrations. I continued penetrating her ass with my finger as I continued sucking her clit, trying to extend her orgasm as long as possible. A gush of her delicious fluids hit my face, and I greedily captured them in my mouth, thrilling to her taste. I eased Judy down, cleaning her up as I eased my finger out of her ass. As her head fell onto my thigh, her entire body relaxed, and I knew then that she had blacked out momentarily.

I could still see tremors in her thighs, her anus twitching, as I lightly ran my tongue up and down Judy’s slit getting the last remaining drops of her nectar. Judy quickly regained consciousness and moaned, “Oh, God, Alex, that was incredible what you did to me.”

“God, Judy, I love how your body responds to me. I could do this forever,” I said with all sincerity. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life.”

“Believe me, yenimahalle escort I won’t forget,” Judy averred. I felt her head lift off of my thigh as she said, “Now, relax and let me make this a night you’ll never forget.”

Judy dove back into my pussy, and I quickly crashed into an incredible orgasm as she copied what I had done to her. I came so hard that I blacked out momentarily. When I came to, I heard Judy softly humming as I felt her tongue lightly running up and down my slit, collecting up my copious juices. “God, Judy, you are incredible,” I said.

“I know,” Judy admitted.

“No false modesty there,” I thought to myself. Out loud, I said, “Are you ready for round two?”

Judy answered by diving into my pussy again. I followed suit, and over the next few hours, we brought each other to several crashing orgasms. After the last one, which ended up being simultaneous orgasms, I flipped over and crawled up and lay next to Judy once I recovered. I leaned in, and we kissed, our puffy, bruised lips meeting and molding to each other. Our eyes locked, and I could see how much Judy cared for me in her eyes. “I could stare into those eyes forever,” I thought to myself.

“I really enjoyed tonight, Judy,” I said.

“I enjoyed it, too,” Judy said. A serious look came over her face as she continued, “When you leave my room tonight, I want you to promise that it’ll be as though we plan to see each other again tomorrow night. No goodbyes and no tears. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, I can,” I swore, looking her in the eye as I said it so she would know I was sincere. I had thought about it all day, and I knew it had to end here tonight, and I promised myself that I wouldn’t get maudlin about it. Not just for me, but for Judy, too. She needed to go back home to her daughters, and I wasn’t going to make it difficult for her to do that.

“Thank you,” Judy said as she pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed her back before I started kissing her jaw and down onto her neck, finding the spots that made her crazy. I wanted this to be a night that she’d remember for the rest of her life with no regrets.

As promised, when it was time to leave, I opened the door, walked out, and never looked back. There were no regrets.

***

The alarm seemingly went off just after I closed my eyes. It took me several tries before I managed to get it turned off. I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the water heat up while I peed. Then I got in the shower. By the time I had finished my toilet, I was awake but not enjoying it.

I went down to get breakfast, hoping I didn’t run into Judy. Once I was done with breakfast, I packed my bag and checked out of the hotel. I put my bag in my rental before heading over to the convention to supervise the teardowns. I could see the Raytheon booth was in the process of being broken down, but I didn’t go near it because it could have been awkward.

By the time I needed to head to the airport, everything had been taken down and moved out. The cleanup crew was making sure everything was spic and span. I made sure my counterpart from the STSC at Hill AFB stayed behind to lock up after they were done before heading out to the airport. I managed to get my rental turned in and got to the gate just in time to make my flight.

As soon as the airplane was at cruising altitude, I fell asleep. I didn’t wake up until the announcement that we were getting ready to land, and the flight attendant shook me awake. As soon as I could, I got back to my apartment and just barely got undressed before I collapsed into bed. My sleep was punctuated with erotic dreams of Judy. Saturday, I dragged myself out of bed around noon with damp panties.

***

When I got into the office Monday morning, I found out through the grapevine that the AFIG would be doing a readiness review at Tinker AFB in the next week or two. I felt that I could piggyback on this and get a CMM evaluation done on the SDC while the readiness review was going on. Since their work was already going to be disrupted, any additional disruption caused by the CMM evaluation could be absorbed without further work on their part.

I called around to find out who was going to lead the readiness review and contact them. I found out that Colonel Richard Perraut, Jr. was who I needed to reach. I called his office and made an appointment to talk to him this afternoon. In our staff meeting, I informed Col. Rogers of my plan. He endorsed it, cautioning me that I may not get an exact date since the IG inspections are done on a no-notice basis. So after the staff meeting, I started contacting my team to let them know that they were on standby to perform the CMM evaluation as soon as I found out when I could do it.

Finally, it was time for the teleconference. I called tunalı escort Col. Perraut’s office, and we talked for 10 minutes. I told him what I wanted to do and that I understood that he couldn’t give me an exact time and date for the IG readiness review. Nevertheless, if he could give me a window, I’d appreciate it. To my surprise, he recruited me on the spot to join his team and help with the readiness review on the SDC. Since I was now responsible for the SDC, he told me that I could also do my CMM evaluation while performing the readiness review. He promised to courier the inspection package to me for me to get up to speed on what they were looking for.

This would put a lot more work on my team’s shoulders, but I thought it would be worth it. We could kill two birds with one stone. Once I was off the phone with Col. Perraut, I called Mary Ann to get on Col. Rogers’ calendar as soon as possible. She told me that he had ten minutes available at 4 PM, so I got ready to talk to him.

At 4 PM, I reported to him, and when I told him the news, he chuckled. “I figured that would happen,” he said. “They’re always looking for help on the readiness reviews, and this will be a good experience for you, Alex.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied. “I’ll do my best.”

“I know,” Col. Rogers said. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Do you have a date to go yet?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said. “I’ve been asked to keep it to myself until I need to get ready to go. I’ll let you know as soon as I can.”

“No problem,” Col. Rogers said. “I understand the need for confidentiality. You have my total support for this.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said, getting up. I saluted him before leaving and heading back to my desk. I had a lot of work to do. What I couldn’t tell Col. Rogers just then was that I would be leaving this coming Sunday. I’d let him know Friday evening before I left for the day.

Sunday afternoon, my team and I assembled at the terminal in Area C. I had managed to get my team on a C5A going to Tinker AFB. We’d have to take commercial flights back to Dayton when we were done, but at least we’d all be together for the flight down. We were all in our BDUs for the trip. Flying on a C5A was quite the experience since the seats faced the back of the plane. Also, the clunks and bangs of a cargo plane were a bit scary until you get used to them.

We made it to Tinker AFB without incident, and when we disembarked, we caught a shuttle to the VOQ. Col. Perraut expected all of the leads to meet with him at the O Club for dinner to go over the schedule. I put on my Class As and took the shuttle to the O Club. We had a nice dinner in a private dining room, and Col. Perraut went over the readiness review schedule. He reminded us that we had full access to everything. If anybody gave us any grief, we were to let him know immediately, and he’d take care of it.

While a readiness review was a no-notice inspection, I’m sure that Maj. Gen. Eickmann, installation commander, Tinker AFB, was now aware that many AF personnel have converged on his base. Col. Perraut would be seeing him, first thing in the morning, to officially inform him of the readiness review.

After dinner, I pulled my team together and gave them their orders and the schedule for what we would do. The readiness review would be performed first since we only had two days to do it. We would then follow up immediately with the CMM evaluation. We’d be getting done late Friday evening, so I wouldn’t be flying out until Saturday morning. If anyone wanted to fly out Friday night, that was for them to decide.

Monday morning found my team descending on the SDC at 7 AM. We came in and spread out to our assigned positions. I went into Dave Williams’s office. He was the head of the SDC and a good friend of mine. He wasn’t in yet, but his PA, Becky, was there. I asked her when she expected Dave to come in, and just then, Dave came into his office, looking agitated. When he saw me, he immediately relaxed and greeted me. “Oh, Alex, are you responsible for all this?” he asked.

“I’m afraid so, Dave,” I replied. “Let’s get some coffee, and I’ll explain what’s going on.”

Dave asked Becky to get us some coffee as he led me into his office. As we sat down, I started, “I was recruited by the IG to participate in the readiness review that’s taking place today and tomorrow. I apologize in advance for the disruption, but, as you know, I wasn’t allowed to warn you ahead of time.”

“I understand, Alex,” Dave said. “So, when will you be wrapping up?”

“Probably late Friday afternoon,” I said, gauging Dave’s reaction.

As I expected, Dave raised an eyebrow and said, “I thought the readiness review was only two days?”

“Well, Dave,” I said, “I’m going to piggyback a CMM evaluation onto the readiness review. Since you’re already getting disrupted for the readiness review, I figured I’d get the CMM evaluation out of the way at the same time.”

“Do you think we’re ready for that?” Dave asked.

“I do, Dave,” I said, earnestly. “We’ve discussed this before, and I know you’ve done a lot of good work getting your organization up to snuff. I have high hopes that you’re going to be the first DoD organization to get rated CMM Level 4.”

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AN: Here’s the third and final chapter of What Have We Done?. I’m extremely thankful for everyone who read this and commented, or sent feedback. As always, thank you for reading, and please don’t hesitate to send any constructive criticism my way!

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With careful steps forward they began dating.

Lilian was the one to point out how odd it felt, to be doing things backwards. First they slept together, now they were actually going out and learning something about one another. Katie had simply rolled her eyes and ruffled Lilian’s hair.

After nearly three months of dating, they went on their first group date with a couple of Katie’s friends. Friends that knew who Lilian was, but not the entire history. To say Lilian was nervous was a massive understatement. She fidgeted so violently on the drive to the restaurant that Katie offered to call the whole thing off. Lilian was able to pull herself together and they made it through dinner without a hitch. And a week later when Lilian had some of her gym friends over to meet Katie, they were so accepting and open to them that Lilian cried after they left.

Of course, not everyone was okay with their relationship, and both lost a few friends over it.

True to her word, Katie never left Lilian’s side, and they dealt with any fallout together. Lilian even brought Katie to her work’s fourth of July barbeque, no longer worried over what might happen, since they’d already shared their truth with anyone who needed to know.

Before long, the summer ended and as cooler weather blew in, Katie noticed a pronounced quietness in Lilian. At first this wasn’t alarming. Lilian was naturally quiet – still water runs deep and all that. The closer the end of the year came, however, the more Katie caught Lilian staring off into space, chewing her lip or fidgeting her fingers.

“Babe, you’re extra quiet tonight. Everything okay?” Katie dropped next to Lilian on the couch, tucking some of Lilian’s hair over her shoulder.

“Mostly. Just stressing over breaking the news to mom and dad.” Lilian pulled Katie’s legs into her lap and began massaging her calves to distract herself.

“Oh, Christ, thank you.” Katie flopped back onto the couch, arms tossed above her head. She basked in the focused pressure Lilian was using on her tight muscles, sighing in contentment.

“Mom and dad will be fine. We’ll approach them the same way we have everyone else, and if that’s the end of things with our parents, then so be it. We’ll have backup holiday plans just in case.” Katie looked along her body, watching Lilian process this.

“When did you become the smart one?” Lilian eventually asked with a smile.

Katie raised an eyebrow. “How do you know I haven’t always been the smart one, and simply played dumb to let you feel superior?”

Lilian gasped in mock outrage, pinching her thigh playfully. “How dare you. Just for that I won’t be sharing the ice cream.”

Katie stilled, narrowing her eyes at Lilian. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. An entire carton of delicious, creamy, butter pecan ice cream. All for me.” Lilian moaned happily, the rich rumble fanning the heat that was always simmering deep in Katie’s belly.

“Rude.” Katie pulled her legs away from Lilian’s hands, unsurprised when her ankle was captured, long fingers wrapping around.

“You’re rude. Calling me dumb. The very idea.” Lilian didn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips when she pulled Katie into her lap, dropping a quick kiss to her forehead.

Katie pouted for a minute, arms crossing over her chest. She ignored the patient look Lilian was giving her, clearly waiting.

“M’sorry.”

“Hmm?” Lilian asked, turning her head and touching her own ear.

“I’m sorry for being rude. You’re very intelligent.” Katie couldn’t quite keep a sarcastic inflection from her tone, and unfortunately for her, Lilian caught it right away.

“You’re such a little shit sometimes.”

“You love me anyways.” Katie reminded her, a slow smile spreading across her face.

Lilian matched her smile, warm hands slipping inside her shirt. “I do.”

Warmed by the simple affirmation, Katie rested her forehead against Lillian’s. “Lucky me.” She met Lilian halfway for a soft kiss. “I love you, too.”

They kissed around smiles and tender words until Lilian secured her hands under Katie and stood, carefully navigating towards the bedroom, ignoring Katie’s mumbled suggestion to turn out the lights. A knee on the mattress, Lilian gently laid Katie out, pulling away to look at her for a moment.

“What?” Katie asked, worried she had food in her hair or something on her face.

“You’re beautiful.” Lilian settled over her, already kissing a lazy path down her neck while sure hands bunched her tee upwards.

Fighting the blush burning her cheeks, Katie helped Lilian with her shirt, flinging it away blindly when warm palms cupped her breasts. Rough, calloused fingers plucked and twisted at her nipples. Katie tandoğan escort bit back a gasp and made short work of the buttons on Lilian’s flannel, tugging the opened halves over her shoulders. Luckily, Lilian took the hint and sat back to shrug out of it, then went the extra step and swept off the white tee she’d worn underneath.

Sitting up, Katie unzipped Lilian’s sports bra and greedily cupped her breasts, going straight for her nipples and sucking with firm suction. She switched from one to the other, then contented herself with leaving light pink marks from her teeth anywhere she could reach.

A firm hand in her hair pulled her away, halfway through leaving a red hickey on the round curve of Lilian’s right breast.

“Lay down for me. I wanna taste you.” Lilian’s eyes were dark and hungry and Katie was more than happy to do as she said.

Scooting back under Lilian’s guidance, Katie lifted her butt so her pants could be dragged down and tossed away. She spread her legs wide with Lilian’s urging, lifting her hips in eager anticipation. The wet warmth of Lilian’s tongue was soft and sinful, dragging slowly through her, swiping fully over her clit. Reaching down, Katie tangled her fingers into the rich wealth of Lilian’s hair, more so she could touch Lilian than to guide her.

Soft lips wrapped around her clit. Gentle suction and a teasing tongue quickly pulled Katie to the brink, only to back away. Katie whimpered and looked down, meeting Lilian’s eyes and pouting at the damp smirk she was given. There was a short staring contest, a silent battle for dominance.

“Please, baby. I’m so close. Please let me cum.” Katie begged, shifting in the vain hope Lilian would touch her, or let her grind.

Lilian flashed a triumphant grin. “Fuck, I love it when you beg.” She tapped wetly at Katie’s pussy with two fingers, looking very pleased with herself. “You’re so wet. Think you can cum from my mouth, or do you need my fingers too?”

“Whichever, but please, please fuck me. I wanna cum!” Katie whined, tugging at Lilian’s hair.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you, don’t worry.” Lilian promised, finally, finally, putting her mouth back on Katie and flicking at her needy clit with a wickedly fast tongue.

Overwhelmed by the rapid onslaught, Katie cried out, thighs closing around Lilians head, hips bucking in an effort to get away, but also closer. There was time for one sharp gasp before Lilian’s focused attention flung Katie off the brink and into sweet bliss.

Only a handful of minutes had passed when Katie opened her eyes, body warm and relaxed in the rumpled comforter. She licked dry lips and looked around, finding Lilian still between her legs, head resting on her thigh watching her own fingers play with the mussed curls gracing Katie’s pubic mound. The twitch of Katie’s fingers in her hair pulled Lilian’s attention up her body, warm brown eyes meeting hers.

“Hey, you’re back.” Lilian’s smile was soft.

“Didn’t go anywhere. Just took a lil nap.” Katie detangled her hand from Lilian’s hair, smoothing it back from her forehead. “Gotta be well rested to take care of you, too.”

Lilian hummed noncommittally into her thigh, clearly not inclined to move. Katie raised an eyebrow at her, surprised.

“I’m good.”

“Baby -”

“I’m good. I promise.”

Katie sluggishly pushed up to her elbows, frowning. “Lilian, that’s not fair. I wanna -“

“I already came.” Lilian interrupted, blushing.

Katie blinked down at her, surprised. “What?” How long had she been blissed out?

Lilian took a moment to readjust her position between Katie’s legs, arms folded across her hips, chin resting on her forearms. “When you came I was grinding on the bed. Figured I’d keep myself worked up until you came, then had a chance to catch your breath, before round two. Only…I might have been, uh, overexuberant.” She blushed harder, tucking hair over her ears while she confessed.

“Fuck, that’s kinda hot.” Katie sighed, laying back again. She giggled at the way Lilian buried her head, warm breath puffing over her skin. “Are you embarrassed? Don’t be. If anything, you should come up here so I can clean you up.”

Lilian did as Katie asked, careful to avoid kneeling on her hair. Katie kissed her way up Lilian’s thighs, taking her time before burying her mouth in Lilian’s pussy.

It was a very long time before they went to bed.

********

A week into November, Katie came home to find Lilian staring off into space while a documentary played, ignored completely.

Taking off her coat and dropping her bag, Katie chewed at her lip, formulating a plan. She knew how much the upcoming holidays and inevitable coming out to their parents was eating away at Lilian. She was nervous too, unbearably so at times. Her own promise to Lilian was all that helped her push her worries aside. They would face this together, and she would not abandon Lilian. Katie took a deep sincan escort breath, working out a plan. For tonight, she would do her best to distract Lilian, and wear her out.

Stepping lightly across the floor, heels sinking slightly in the soft carpet, Katie turned off the television, eyes on Lilian. “Darling?”

Lillian’s attention shifted to her smoothly, but the worried creases remained across her forehead. “Hey baby. I didn’t hear you come in. How was your day?”

Smiling softly, Katie bent to kiss Lilian, once to her forehead, and then on the lips. “Dull. Boring. I missed you. It’s torture when I have to be gone, knowing you’re here, all alone, all day.”

Lilian offered a soft smile. “I missed you too.” Her hand cupped Katie’s jaw, thumb sweeping over her cheek. “Have you eaten? I made salmon with wild rice and asparagus.”

Pressing a kiss to Lilian’s palm, Katie shook her head. “Not hungry for food.” She straddled Lilian’s lap and pressed close, knees sinking into the couch as she kissed along Lilian’s jaw.

Warm hands found her waist and smoothed down over her hips, a thumb fiddling with the side zipper of her skirt. “Is that so?”

Kissing the corner of Lilian’s mouth, Katie pulled away briefly. “Yes.” She whispered, rolling her hips against Lilian. Dark eyes met hers, hesitant and shy at first, a burning hunger sparking to life to match Katie’s.

In a move similar to their first time, nearly a year ago on their parent’s couch, Lilian slipped a hand along Katie’s cheek and into the thick wealth of hair piled behind her head, pulling Katie back down for a kiss. Katie melted against her, taken aback by the gentle touch and hungry kiss. She settled into Lilian’s lap, wiggling down just a little.

“What exactly are you hungry for tonight?” Lilian asked, nipping at Katie’s chin. The soft graze of her teeth excited Katie, no matter where they landed, and she had to fight a full body shiver. Instead she pressed her hips down into Lilian’s lap again and brought one of her hands up, guiding it to wrap around her neck. The instinctive pressure Lilian used to grip her throat was enough to send a damp rush spearing between her thighs. “Please?” She begged, watching as something shifted in Lilian.

Her grip tightened marginally, her eyes darkened, and her expression turned possessive. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you. Daydreaming at work instead of doing your job.”

“Yes.” Katie gasped out, sagging into Lilian’s lap.

“You thought you could come home and get your needy little pussy taken care of, after neglecting your work?” Lilian pushed Katie off her lap, directing her to stretch out on her belly over Lilian’s thighs. The promise of what came next made Katie pant and whimper. “No. You need to be reminded that good girls get taken care of. Good girls who stay focused and on task.” Lilian rolled the tight skirt up around Katie’s waist as she spoke, plucking at the delicate lace that covered her rear. “You’re not a good girl. I can fucking smell you. Naughty girl, getting wet thinking about getting fucked soft and slow.” Lilian smoothed a hand over her ass, the warmth of her palm only exciting Katie more.

When the first slap landed, Katie yelped into the couch cushion, not because it hurt but because she nearly came. The anticipation had built until she was worried about leaking through her panties.

“No cumming. Take your punishment, be good for me.”

Lilian massaged the spot she’d slapped, gentle as ever. She delivered two more spanks in quick succession, careful to stroke the skin after. The heat of each impact was spreading, warming Katie’s belly and thighs, and adding to the slick heat spilling from her pussy. She endured a handful of spanks, squirming uselessly against Lilian’s thigh, her clit throbbing, pussy clenching around nothing.

Finally Lilian slipped a hand between her thighs, barely grazing the sodden lace covering her sex. Katie whimpered, arching back in a desperate attempt to increase the pressure.

“Patience. You did very well, don’t ruin it by being pushy.”

Katie struggled to stay still as Lilian traced light fingertips along the damp crease of her thigh, then tickled a short path down her thighs. She pressed her mouth into the couch to muffle her moan when Lilian squeezed her ass, spreading one cheek.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

She didn’t bother hiding her whimper this time, turning her head to look back at Lilian, pleading. “Please.” She propped her hips higher, hoping Lilian would take pity on her and fuck her already.

“Uh uh, you haven’t been good enough to get any relief.” Lilian warned, squeezing her ass before pulling her up to kneel on the couch. “You took your punishment, but I think I deserve an apology. I shouldn’t have to discipline you, not when you’ve been out of the house and away from me all day. Don’t you think that’s hard enough for me?” Lilian raised her eyebrows, clearly expecting an sıhhiye escort answer.

“Yes ma’am.” Katie answered dutifully, already knowing where this was going. It was a newer game they’d begun playing on days their work schedules misaligned, and after the spanking she’d just had, Katie was eager to show her appreciation. She squirmed, her warm ass resting on her cold heels, the long stilettos digging into the tender flesh.

“Then give me a kiss.”

Katie eagerly bent to kiss Lilian, gasping when a hot palm found her throat at the last second. Lilian didn’t stop her, just held the length of her neck as Katie closed the space between them.

Katie kept her kisses soft and almost chaste, simply pressing her lips against Lilian’s. She could feel a restlessness within Lilian and wanted to draw that out. The only way was to work Lilian up, let her lead, make her push things to the next level. Luckily for her poor, weeping, empty pussy, that didn’t take too long.

Fingers tangled into the sweat damp hair at the back of Katie’s head and sharp teeth found her bottom lip, sinking in with precise pressure. When she gasped at the delicious spark of pain, Lilian took advantage and licked into her mouth with an addicting hunger. Katie moaned and sucked at her tongue, shivering when the hand around her throat tightened to hold her still.

Lilian pulled away and stood suddenly, leading Katie from the living room to their bedroom, slapping the light on. “Kneel,” she ordered, pushing Katie back to her knees at the side of the bed. Katie went willingly, hands reaching for the sweats Lilian wore, tugging them down in one swift move. Normally, they’d lay down or one would sit on the edge of the bed, but Katie wanted her tongue inside Lilian now. She pressed her face into the lime green panties Lilian wore, mouthing at the gusset, impatient for a taste.

“Shit, you really are a needy little bitch tonight.” Lilian gasped, adjusting her hips so she could grind her clit over Katie’s upper lip.

“I wanna taste you. Please, let me lick your pussy.” Katie begged into the soft cotton.

“This is supposed to be an apology, remember? You left me all alone today, and I’ve missed you terribly.” Lilian met her eyes with a serious look, checking in to make sure their game was still going as she stepped back to remove her panties.

“I remember. I’m sorry I wasn’t home with you. I missed you so much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Katie clasped her hands behind her back, a sign to Lilian that she was still very much on board with their game. She only had eyes for the thick curls Lilian had just revealed, a hint of pink amidst them.

“Then I expect to feel your remorse.” Lilian stepped up, a hand on the back of Katie’s head needlessly guiding.

Katie knelt there for an unknown time, doing her best to apologize through her worship. She nuzzled at the rich curls, ignoring how they tickled her nose and cheeks to enjoy the way Lilian’s scent was held there just for her. Kisses were pressed anywhere in her reach, along Lilian’s mons, thighs, labia, and deeper amidst the silken folds. Kisses to the swollen pearl of Lilian’s clit quickly turned into slurping suction, teasing the hypersensitive tip out of its hood. Katie periodically swept her tongue deep to collect the rich, warm taste of Lilian, once or twice getting lost in swallowing all she could gather. When trembling fingers swept hair from her forehead Katie looked up through her lashes at Lilian, thrilled to see her desire reflected back at her.

“Stand up.”

It took a full minute before Katie understood the hushed words, and another before she could bear to remove her mouth from Lilian’s pussy. She’d wanted to make Lilian cum, but had lingered too long, been too gentle. She began to apologize for that as Lilian helped her back to her feet.

“I can try again. I got caught up in how delicious you taste. I promise. I’ll make you cum until I’ve earned-“

“Hush.” Lilian pressed a single finger to her lips, using her other hand to unzip Katie’s skirt and tug it from her hips. “Step out. Leave your panties.”

Katie did as she was told, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She unbuttoned her blouse while Lilian neatly folded her skirt over the desk chair, slipping the opened shirt off and tossing it to the bed.

“Mmm, much better.” Lilian crooned her approval, eyeing Katie up and down. “The heels are a fucking nice touch.” Katie straightened her spine under the praise. “I think you’ve just about redeemed yourself. Can you be a good girl for me?” Lilian asked, reaching to take Katie’s mussed bun out, finger combing the rich honeyed waves.

“Yes.” Katie lifted her chin and snuck in a kiss to Lilian’s jaw. She stood obediently while Lilian retrieved the familiar leather harness and the new galaxy colored dildo they’d splurged on. Just seeing it added to the slippery mess between Katie’s legs. She licked her lips watching Lilian slide the harness on, buckling it with practiced ease.

“Pick a position.” Lilian ordered softly, tugging at the silicone cock.

Katie tore her eyes away, swallowing down the rush of saliva filling her mouth and turned to the bed. She bit her lip as she considered, stealing a glance at Lilian as she put a knee on the bed.

“C’mon, my good girl. Don’t keep me waiting.”

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Iraq has two temperatures: hot and hotter. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I was there to do a job, no matter what the weather was like. The reason I brought up the temperature in Iraq is to give you an idea the misery of being there, and how much letters from home meant.

Especially letters from beautiful women like Darla. I looked forward to getting a letter from her every day. Took the edge off the meanness of the place.

Imagine my chagrin when I found out she had been playing me. Zach, Pedro and I had just returned from duty in Iraq and were enjoying some much-deserved R&R in a bar. We were drinking beer and swapping stories.

The subject turned to women. Zach told us about a local chick he’d been corresponding with by the name of Darla who told him that she had a thing for men in uniform, and that he should look her up when he got back. My ears perked up. I’d been corresponding with a chick named Darla who had said the same thing. As it turned out, so had Pedro. Well, hell. If she wanted to fuck a soldier, her wish was going to be granted times three.

Three pitchers of beer later, we three kings showed up at Darla’s front door. Our mission: to show her what happens when you play with fire. When Darla opened the door, she looked shocked at first. Then her face broke into a wide grin. “Come on in guys,” she said, holding the door open.

“Surprised to ofise gelen escort see all three of us at the same time, Darla?” Zach asked, tracing her breasts with his finger.

“It’s a pleasant surprise,” Darla replied, looking from face-to-face, crotch-to-crotch.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Zach muttered as he pulled Darla to him. His mouth crushed hers as his hands roamed all over her torso. Darla made a half-hearted attempt to push him away, but soon her hands were all over his torso as well. She moaned when he squeezed her titties. Zach grunted his approval when her hand squeezed Little Zach.

I couldn’t just stand by and watch—I was born for action. I ground my hard cock against Darla’s firm ass and felt her grind back at me. Damn, I wanted in her cooter. “Let’s get her on her hands and knees,” I suggested to Zach. He nodded and like that we had Darla naked on the rug, ready to be fucked.

On her hands and knees, Darla looked up at us as we got in varying degrees of undress. “Are you soldiers man enough to divide and conquer?” she taunted.

I answered her by ramming his cock up her twat. “Shit, dude, the ho is already wet. My bolt slid right in her breech,” I laughed.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Darla sneered over her shoulder.

Pedro took position in front of Darla and bent his knees slightly, his hard otele gelen escort 8-incher waving in front of her face. “Bitch, you talk too much,” he muttered before grabbing her hair and shoving his rod in her mouth. That shut her up.

While my prod pounded her poon, Darla deep-throated Pedro like she was sucking oil from a deep well. In Pedro’s case it was a very deep well. I knew from watching him nail chicks before that he could go a long-ass time before his love volcano would erupt.

I glanced over at Zach. He was pulling on his pud while he watched us. He knew he would get his turn at Darla. I glanced at Pedro. His eyes were closed but his lips were moving.Me, I just grunted with every slam into Darla’s twat. Back in Iraq I had dreamed of the day my wang would be encased in her hot pussy. It was the one thing that got me through those lonely desert nights. But, damn, I never thought I would have to share Darla with two best friends in the platoon. Not that I minded, I guess. All for one and one for all, right? Besides, our little gangbang was fun.

My eyes had closed apparently ’cause I opened them when I felt a hand shaking my shoulder. It was Zach. “Dude, I’ve been saying your name for, like, five minutes,” he said. “It’s my turn.”

I got up and Zach got down to business with Darla’s well-tuned poon. Pedro had had his turn rus escort with Darla’s mouth, so I ordered him to step aside, since I was still pissed about the bottle of Cuervo Gold he stole from me. “That’s such bullshit,” he complained.

“Yeah, but I can kick your ass,” I reminded him. Pedro grudgingly stepped aside, muttering Spanish curses.

Darla made eye contact with me as I slid my dick into her hungry mouth. My eyes drifted shut while Darla played my skin-flute. God, she sucked cock like a real pro. I was in heaven.

All of a sudden Darla’s mouth slid off my cock. What the fuck? I opened my eyes to see Pedro lying on the floor and pulling Darla’s brown-eye onto his prong. That’s Army ingenuity for you. Zach and I scrambled to get back in position, Zach manning her cunt and me manning her mouth.

Working like a team, we established a rhythm and fucked the bejeezus out of Darla, changing positions every so often until we each had unloaded a round from our cum guns into all three of her orifices. After we were through, we gave each other high fives and took a break. Darla handed us each a beer.

While we sipped ours, Darla emptied her beer bottle first. Then she was masturbating with it. Zach and I nodded to each other before setting our beers down and putting Darla back on her hands and knees. This time I manned her greased pooper while Zach took up his position at her mouth. Pedro tried to get in on the action but I shot him a “Don’t you even think about” look, and he backed off. Pedro stroked off while Zach and I fucked Darla to explosive orgasms.

At the end of the day, we saw, we conquered, we came, we left Darla a very satisfied slut. Mission accomplished.

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We are at our villa in St. Bart’s enjoying a nice dinner and bottle of wine with Jana and Will. You are in a fun loving mood and, since you shared with me your secret fantasy before leaving home, you dance a sexy dance knowing what’s about to happen.

At the right moment, you say, “My Birthday is coming up, does any one have a present for me?”

We all smile at one another.

“I do,” I reply, “but it’s a secret, so you’ll have to be blindfolded before I can give it to you.”

“Okay,” you agree readily.

I disappear into the villa’s bedroom and return shortly with a black leather blindfold. You smile, knowing that you are about to have a once in a lifetime experience.

I kiss you, slip the blindfold over your eyes then lead you over to a lounge chair. You follow along in total darkness, scooting along in your heels, blindfolded, the loss of sight contributing to the excitement that’s already building to a rapid heartbeat and sweaty palms.

I move behind you, my hands on your waist, and kiss your neck. You sigh at my touch. Before sitting you down, my hands travel up your body and unclasp your halter dress at the neck, letting it shimmy off your shoulders and fall to the ground.

Sultry trance music wafts in the tropical breeze that whips through your hair and warms your bare skin. I kiss your shoulders then circle around you and kiss your breasts passionately. I tease each nipple with my lips and tongue ofise gelen escort while your blind hands reach down and undo my belt buckle.

As my trousers slide down to the floor, you sit down and eagerly take my rock hard cock in your mouth. You kiss and stroke it as my hands massage your shoulders, your neck, your breasts. It excites you to think about the possibility of others looking on as you give me oral pleasure.

“What are they doing?” you wonder.

My erection continues to grow as you lick and suck with delight.

“Mmmm,… that feels good,” I whisper, your nipples now fully erect between my fingers.

Rubbing your thighs together, you feel a steady increase of wetness beginning to build between your legs. The rocking motion alone feels really good.

After a few moments of receiving pleasure from you I say, “why don’t you lie back?”

You recline, the full length of your body outstretched in front of me. Your senses are alive, hearing every sound, feeling every sensation. You crane your head to hear whispering and rustling of clothes. Your heart pounds in your chest.

After a moment, you feel soft warm hands on your feet, removing your heels and then massaging your toes in gentle circles. You fight the urge to giggle as the fingers gently tickle your feet, but just when you think you can’t stand it any longer, they work their way up your ankles and calves. otele gelen escort The same warm hands then lift and separate your feet, placing one foot on one side of the chair and one foot on the other side. You know that you are exposed, that you are glistening openly in the moonlight, but the feeling is exhilarating,… magical. In anticipation, you lift your body and slide down in the chair.

In response to your welcoming, a mouth begins to nibble its way up your legs. Its tongue flickers whisper-quiet over your thighs, then higher, to your clit, as fingers stroke your thighs and stomach. At their touch, your abdominal muscles involuntarily twitch with a rhythmic convulsion that you haven’t felt since high school. Immediately, you fight back the overwhelming urge to go ahead and give in to your orgasm. You resist the urge in order to prolong the irresistible pleasure.

You suddenly become aware that someone is standing beside you. You reach up and feel muscular legs and, further up, you find an erect cock. You position yourself so you can feel its full length and thumb its tip before locking onto it with your lips and starting to kiss and lick its large round head. Hungry for it, you don’t hesitate to slip it all the way down your throat. Its fullness feels good in your mouth.

A mouth on your clit and a large cock in your mouth, you shudder in waves of rhythmic pleasure as your own orgasm begins rus escort to climb to ecstatic crescendo. You feel the veins in the cock swell with tension and know that it wants to fill your mouth with its juices. You know that you’re about to bring the cock in your mouth to orgasm and that you cannot last much longer either, so you shift your focus to the mouth pleasuring your own body and allow your own orgasm to surrender to its full release. The soft tongue flickers expertly over your clit, like hummingbird wings on the lip of a flower.

Your orgasm begins to give way in a flood of tremors.

Just as you start to cry out with the most intense pleasure you’ve ever felt, I slip between your legs, slowly at first until I can feel your rhythm, and then faster to match your constrictions. Finding your maximum pleasure spot, I pound away with my engorged cock, causing your orgasm to roll over and over again with shock waves of intense pleasure. You claw at my back in response to my piston-like motion until, just when you feel your most intense wave of pleasure yet, I can no longer control myself either and I cry out with uncontrollable pleasure.

“Yes,… yes,… yes!!!” you scream.

Afterward you continue to lie there quietly, enjoying the moment a little while longer. When you finally decide to remove your blindfold, you see me standing there naked in the outdoor shower, soaping up and soaking in the warm spray.

“Happy Birthday, Baby,” I say.

“Happy, indeed,” you reply, exhausted.

“Wanna join me?” I ask.

“Where are Will and Jana?” you ask.

“They went back to their villa to make love,” I said.

“Wanna sneak over and watch?” you ask.

“Sure,” I replied, “If you’ll come scrub my back first.”

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Ned parked found a parking spot a block or so away from Cynthia’s apartment building, on a side street that would conceal its presence unless someone were looking for it. He didn’t want to park in front of the building because his wife sometimes came home from work that way and if she saw the car she’d wonder what he was doing and then figure he was visiting Cynthia.

He was visiting Cynthia, to whom he had been introduced by a guy who knew her from Madison, where Ned’s father had lived for many years. Cynthia knew Ned’s family name right away and also had met his older half-siblings along the way while growing up there. She had moved to Washington about a year ago, after the breakup of a brief marriage, and was working as a medical researcher at the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda.

Ned knew she got home around 4:30 because she started work at 7 in the morning. He crossed the lobby of her stylish building and waited for the elevator. On it, he checked his hair and straightened his belt in his khaki pants. His loafers needed a shine.

Ringing the bell at her apartment door, he waited.

“Who is it?” she called. Ned told her. The door opened. Cynthia stood there wrapped in a bath towel, with another around her head holding her wet hair.

“Good timing, pal,” she said. “How do you manage it? I thought you weren’t coming until six.”

“Couldn’t wait,” Ned said. “I’ll just watch you get dressed.”

“Come on in the bedroom and talk to me.”

He followed her across the carpeted floor into her bedroom as she shook off the towel on her head and sat at her dressing table aiming a hair dryer at her long, dark brown mass of hair. The machine went on just as Ned was about to speak.

“What’d you say?” she said loudly over the noise.

Ned mumbled something and smiled at her.

“What?” she said, even louder.

He moved his lips again and she finally turned off the dryer, looking slightly exasperated.

“I couldn’t hear you.”

“I asked if you would hurry up with your hair so we could fuck.”

“You did not,” she said, laughing her throaty laugh. “I would have recognized that word on your lips. It’s very distinctive.”

“Well, it’s what I was thinking, anyway. Hurry up.”

“Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll be there in a minute.”

The machine went back on and she continued to draw her brush through her hair. Ned took off his clothes, putting them neatly on a chair. He went up behind Cynthia and touched her neck and shoulder with the head of his erection, which could be seen in the mirror. He made the slit in the end of his erection open and close and leaned down to Cynthia’s ear.

“You know what he’s saying?”

She smiled at him.

“You little rascal,” she said.

“No, that’s not what he was saying.”

“I know,” she said, “what was he saying?”

“Hurry up and let’s fuck.”

“Pretty original,” she said. “He must have learned it from you.”

Ned turned and went to the bed and pulled down the covers, propping two pillows against the headboard so he could prop himself up and watch Cynthia. Her dark hair was getting drier and fluffier and had a nice sheen to it. Cynthia was a pretty woman, a little overweight but in a way that made her voluptuous and sexy. His wife was very slender and although she had large breasts she didn’t turn him on the way Cynthia did. Cynthia also liked to dress to kill, which she did in what Ned thought was a sophisticated way – not slutty, but if you knew what to look for, the signs were there.

And unlike Marty, Cynthia just loved to fuck.

They had flirted at a party over the holidays. While talking, he suddenly and uncharacteristically said he wanted to fuck her brains out and she called his bluff, daring him to go into the hall bathroom with her right then and prove it. He looked around, couldn’t see Marty, and headed straight for the door. She followed him. Inside, door locked, they clenched. He was kissing her and she said, “If we’re going to do this, we better move fast.”

He pulled back and said, “How do you want…”

“This way for now,” she said, and pulled her skirt up and her pantyhose and panties down around her ankles. She turned and leaned over the low counter next to the lavatory and said, “Go for it.”

He dropped his pants and underwear he rubbed his erection up and down. She was wet and he just slid in. She felt wet and hot and he loved the feel of her chubby ass against his thighs.

“Uhhhh,” she said. “That’s… nice.”

He was looking at her reflection in the mirror over the lavatory. She had her head on her forearms and was pushing back against him. He took hold of his cock at the bottom and moved it up and down and to the sides to get a feel for her cunt. He slipped easily around inside her.

“Your cunt is huge,” he said.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “I like it so much I think I’m going to shoot in about five seconds.”

“Give it to be a little longer than that, will you? We just got started.”

He concentrated on thrusting ofise gelen escort into her and felt her hand move to massage her clitoris. He noticed her warm anus pushing against him and thought about it.

“Do you like it in the ass,” he said.

“Yeah, but not this time… just do it like this.”

And there they were, humping away, Ned watching his tie bob up and down in the mirror and Cynthia turning her head back and forth as she manipulated herself while they fucked. Soon he was rising and she could tell and she touched him as he was sliding in her and then he came, gushing out as he pushed hard into her.

“Don’t move,” she moaned, and continued her touching herself. Then she was coming, too, and he felt her contract nicely on his cock as it was buried in her.

They began to separate, Ned feeling a bit weak in the knees, and he grabbed some toilet paper to wipe himself and gave some to Cynthia. He moved to the side and Cynthia backed up and sat down on the toilet.

“Mmmm,” she said looking up at him. “Lots of nice come in there.”

“Really,” he said.

Then she started to pee and in another minute she was put back together and had fluffed her hair and put on lipstick. He turned out the light and opened the door and saw the way clear so he motioned her to leave. Then he closed the door and relieved himself, flushed, washed his hands and opened the door.

In the hall were two couples leaning against the wall and chatting and as far as he could tell were oblivious to the fact that another person had come out of the bathroom only a short time before. He wandered back towards the living room and the bar.

So began their liaison, and now it was early Spring and they were still at it and even getting a bit smug. They usually met up when she got home from work and occasionally at other times – Saturdays during the day when he would be out running errands or riding his motorcycle, sometimes in early evenings if his wife had a late night at work or a meeting.

She turned off the hair dryer and stood up, turning to him with a Vaudevillian wave of her hands and said, “Ta-ta!”

Then she walked to the bed and climbed up on it and nestled her face and hair in his neck as she reached for his extended cock.

“You know what I want,” he murmured.

“No, really,” she said, and lowered her mouth onto it. He lay back and stroked her hair and shoulders and closed his eyes. Cynthia’s tongue and mouth were busy and he knew he wouldn’t last long, but that was all right since they had some time.

“Um, okay, you fat slut,” he said, looking down at her head moving on his cock. “I’m gonna shoot.”

“Mmmmmm,” she hummed, and he started. She caught it all in her mouth and swallowed it and licked him off, looking up to him.

“We’re fast today.”

“I think it was watching you dry your hair. Move around here.”

He moved down on the bed and put one of the pillows under her chubby hips and rear. When she was settled he lowered his face to her and began licking. She was already wet and began to squirm under him. He held her full thighs and bored in, making circles around her clitoris and then sucking on it and her lips, feeling her soft pubic hair on his cheeks.

“Good boy,” she said as he continued on her, and then she was writhing under him and he continued as he put a finger on her rear and pushed in. That put her over the top and she moaned, holding his head into her cunt and sliding up and down on his face. He loved it.

When she had relaxed a bit he pulled the pillow out and propped himself next to her at the headboard.

“Now that we’ve got the preliminaries out of the way,” he said, “we can see what else might happen.”

“Mmmmm,” she said, again cuddling next to him. “You sure know how to zero in on a girl.”

“I’m glad you find it enjoyable,” he said. “You taste just great, you know.”

“Mmmm,” she said again.

Lying there, he recalled that once a former boyfriend of hers had come to town and she had forgotten to tell him, and it was like the guy was invading Ned’s turf. Cynthia was amused that he was jealous, but she told Ned all about their minor escapades during his visit and made him very excited as they were together the first time after the man had left. She also told him the old boyfriend wasn’t as good in bed as Ned, which Ned knew was probably more a political comment on her part than anything to do with the truth. But he didn’t really care in the end and actually got her to tell him more about her previous sexual experiences as they were fucking.

Cynthia had managed a remarkably active sex life, in the style of the 70s, and Ned, who thought he was pretty well experienced in that regard, found himself a bit in awe of her lack of inhibition. A conversation led to the idea of having sex with other people, something he had never done but she once had alluded to, and they began to whisper to each other during their lovemaking about how they would go about it and what it would be like. He wasn’t sure such things otele gelen escort occurred in the Washington area, but he knew he was probably a bit naïve about it.

“It occurs among friends,” she told him one afternoon after they were spent and lying on her bed with late afternoon sun streaming in and a big elm tree outside her fourth-floor apartment swaying in a warm breeze. She lighted a cigarette and sat up straighter on the bed as he caressed the inside of her thick thigh.

“Do tell,” he said. “How do these friends meet.”

“They just do, I guess. I think there are some groups going on at work I could find out about if you wanted. We’d have to be careful, though.”

“I don’t think I or we have much connection to that world,” he said. “Other than you, I don’t know anyone who works there, or ever has.”

“Well, if you want, I can see.”

“I don’t care, but do you want to.”

She poked him in the stomach.

“You lying little shit,” she said with a laugh. “You’d fuck my 70-year-old neighbor down the hall if she offered it to you.”

“Well, it’s not nice to turn a lady down. And somehow I don’t think you’re very opposed to it yourself, madam.” He touched her with his fingers where she was still wet.

She went on to describe colleagues of hers she believed were involved. They sounded to Ned like nothing more than a bunch of randy doctors, nurses, and spouses. He knew a lot went on in most medical schools.

They didn’t say anything about that for the next few times they met, and then in one of their afterglow sessions she brought it up.

“I’ve found out about one of the groups at work you might be interested in.”

“One of `those’ groups?”

“Exactly. They meet on Fridays at the Navy officers’ club at NIH and then go on to someone’s home for the evening.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“That way you can see who’s there and whether you want to go out with them that night.”

“Sounds very sophisticated.”

“So do you want to try it.”

“We’d have to see which Friday it was so I could figure out a way to be out.”

“Well, you do that and let me know. It could be a bust, you know. Not every Friday is primo couples time.”

“I understand.”

Then he began fingering her again and before they knew it they were locked in copulation. He whispered in her ear.

“It would be so hot to watch you fuck someone else while I played with myself.”

“Me, too,” she said. “I’d like to watch you. Or maybe both of us getting it and holding hands.”

“You’re a great fuck, you know that,” he said.

“I guess so,” she said, “I certainly do it enough to have gained some experience.”

“Who do you fuck at work.”

She began telling him of a few of her encounters at NIH.

“Any females,” he asked.

“Only once, the wife of a guy I was fucking. She caught us at it but didn’t care and just took off her clothes and got in bed with us and started sucking my tits.”

“While you were fucking.”

“Yep.”

“That must have been pleasant.”

“I think it shocked the guy more than me.”

“I can see that.”

On his way out the door he said he would let her know about Friday night.

The next day he learned his wife was planning to get together with some of her colleagues from work to mark the end of a long project they had been working on for months. He asked if she would mind if he went out himself. She said of course not.

Friday afternoon came and Ned called Cynthia to make sure things were still on. She told him where to meet her and where to park at NIH to be near the Officers Club, and an hour later he was in his car going bumper-to-bumper out Wisconsin Avenue to the NIH complex. About 5:15 he finally found a parking place and walked inside the club, where he told the Navy enlisted man he was a guest of Cynthia’s and he found Ned’s name on the list.

“I think Dr. Nelson and the others are in the main bar,” the man said.

Ned followed the noise and found himself in a large lounge with sofas, Scots carpeting and pictures and trophies around the walls. At the other end of the area was a large island bar surrounded by men and women in uniform and civilian clothes, and as he walked towards it he saw the top of Cynthia’s head at the far end. He made his way through the crowd and came up to her.

“Traffic,” he said.

“I know, silly. You should have left earlier. We’ve been here since 4:15.”

“I guess I’d better try to catch up. You look luscious, by the way.”

“Why, thank you. I kind of like this outfit myself.” She was wearing a loose silk blouse and a shapely dark skirt with moderately high heels, and her usual collection of gold jewelry.

He was able to order a drink and had his arm around Cynthia as she was talking to a man about their age introduced to him as Charles, a colleague in the research labs. Nearby were other men and women, mostly 30 and up, all apparently familiar with each other and enjoying themselves. Ned whispered in her ear.

“Seems like rus escort a nice bunch of people. This would be an appropriate group, I assume.”

“They are, actually,” she said, “and, yes, although some are nicer than others.”

“Sort of like life.”

He felt a hand at his crotch.

“Now, Cynthia.”

“Hey, I’m getting horny standing so close to you,” she said.

“You get horny standing next to anything with a cock.”

“Are you up for this? I think there’s going to be some action pretty soon.”

“Sure. That’s why we’re here, isn’t it.”

“That Captain over there’s wife is out of town for the weekend and I think he’s going to invite everyone to his house. It’s not far away.”

“You’ve been there before.”

“Sure. He has parties all the time. Nice guy, too, but he’s getting transferred to San Diego next month and everyone is going to miss him.”

“Well, here we go then,” Ned said.

“Looks that way,” she said, looking up at him and kissing him on the cheek. Her lips were warm. He squeezed her slightly ample midriff and pulled her to him.

“I’m almost hot enough for a bathroom event before we leave,” he said.

“Me, too, but it will be more fun if we wait. We can play in the car.”

“Should we take both cars.”

“I came out on the Metro today so you can drive me.”

“Great,” he said, “always thinking.”

“That’s what research investigators are paid for,” she said.

“You know, I think you’re right.”

Cynthia turned to Charles, who had just got another drink.

“So will you be coming,” she said.

“I guess so, if the Captain’s offering.”

“I give it another five minutes before he invites us. He’s just finishing his third martini.”

“Is that the clue.”

“Yep,” she said, and poked him in the ribs. He jumped.

“Hey, what was that for.”

“Like you didn’t know,” she said.

Charles smiled.

“I think I need to check on Sarah to see if she’ll go.” He turned and moved away.

“So how many times have you fucked that guy,” Ned said.

“Whatever do you mean. I only have eyes for you,” she said, touching him under the chin.

“I know, but how many times.”

“Just a few, I think,” she said. “He’s very nice but he’s not terribly exciting in bed. Certainly not like you.”

“Poor Charles.”

“He does all right. Sarah is his secretary and they’re both married and they fuck all the time.”

“Ah, the medical research biz. What a life.”

“You have to do something to keep it interesting,” she said.

Soon there was a quieting of the group at their end of the bar and they looked over to see the Captain, in his summer white uniform with short-sleeved shirt and epaulettes with four gold stripes, holding up his glass.

“Well, folks, drink up,” he said. “Next stop is the Captain’s quarters.”

It seemed a ritual to Ned, so he said, “Hear, hear.”

The Captain smiled at him and tilted his martini glass and drank.

Not long after, Cynthia signed the bill and they were in his car moving along with other cars to get back on Wisconsin Avenue. He felt a hand on his thigh.

“Now you’ll see what will happen,” she said. “Sometimes it starts right away and sometimes it takes awhile.”

“I hope I won’t be seen as an inhibitor.”

“If you are, I’ll just start sucking your dick in front of everyone. That usually loosens things up.”

“I would imagine so.”

“There’s a woman I work with, Linda, who likes to get naked and get off really fast with some guy, and then walk around with a drink getting tanked and watching other people. Sometimes she leans in and kisses the man or the woman or both. I saw her one time licking a guy’s cock as he was fucking a woman.”

“Wow,” said Ned.

“Didn’t spill a drop of her drink, either.”

“A real pro.”

“I’ve given it some observation.”

“I’ll bet. Is there anything you haven’t done.”

“I’m sure there is, but I can’t think what it might be right now.”

“You’re such a warm and friendly person.”

“You better believe it. That’s what those cold Wisconsin winters do to you.”

“And the University of Wisconsin.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“You’re right,” he said.

They were moving a little faster in the traffic and came to a major intersection, where they turned and followed along until it became one of the winding roads in the palisades above the Potomac north of Washington. Finally there was a smaller street and they turned in and found a place to park. There were already several cars in evidence.

“Pretty nice area for a Navy officer,” Ned said.

“I think his wife has some money. He’s been stationed here forever so they probably bought a long time ago.”

They were out of the car into the warmth and walked towards the house, which was a good-sized Tudor in a slightly irregular shape with what looked like a pool in back and large old trees everywhere.

“This is nice,” he said.

“Reminds me a bit of Madison, in fact. Including the humidity.”

“Will there be swimming.”

“Probably after it gets darker. And there’s a hot tub.”

“Oh, goody,” he said.

They rang the bell and a young Navy officer opened.

“Hi, Dr. Nelson, come on in. The Captain’s changing out of his uniform.”

“Really, Sam, are you trying to impress my friend Ned here?”

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I won’t say my first rooting of Tash wasn’t accompanied by a degree of guilt. Not enough to spoil the root, but even as she seduced me there’s been a couple of reservations.

The first had been a concern about triggering a round of jealously in Amy and Ellen. You might ask what the big issue was. After all, they’d already agreed she’d be sleeping with me that night. The ice had already been scheduled to be broken – to mash Issie’s words somewhat.

But in the polygamous world of our yacht, little things matter. Tash had been aboard for little more than an hour and the girls were on a trip that would take less than half that and yet I’d still spent it with my cock buried in her pussy. It’s hard to put a finger on exactly what the issue was, but it might be something along the line of suggesting that if Tash couldn’t wait until the scheduled appointment did that mean she’d be looking for a bit of extra action every time the other girls turned their backs.

The second was more personal. In my dating days, a relationship always came before the sex. Even in the swinging 70’s I didn’t swing that well. Amy and Issie I known for months before this whole thing started.

With Ellen it had at least been a whole day of interaction with her that proceeded her bedding me. And with her obvious intelligence and admirable sailing skills, I’d already fallen into something of a spell over her.

With Tash I’d surrendered to my lust. Pure and simple lust. Sure, she was smart, funny and great company, but an hour is not long enough for a personal bond to even start to form. And I couldn’t help but feel that with our age difference that was somehow wrong; even if she was the instigator. But that’s just me.

Ellen of course had immediately sussed us out. Probably Amy had too. And that was confirmed when, as I helped them stow their purchasers with all the excessive willingness of someone suffering a lifetime of Catholic guilt doing an absolving penance, Ellen admitted…

“We knew you would.”

“Why?”

“She’s like Issie. Just goes at things.”

“Is that a problem?”

“No, we knew what we were taking on. Amy and I discussed that she’s a bit sex deprived and like all of us, she’ll be looking to make up for lost time for a while. Enjoy it while you can. She’ll settle down.”

I was pleased to see that Tash was doing her own smoothing of the waters. As Ellen rolled into preparing the dinner, Tash offered to help. Normally we each just take turns and Amy indicated she was fine. But Tash pushed a bit further and offered to do the cutting up and other menial stuff to help her along and when Amy relented immediately got up and in to it.

As I sat with Ellen going over the navigation notes from where we’d left off earlier, it was interesting watching Tash in action.

She’d changed into a dry bikini after our swim. It looked new; this might have been its first wear; still a brilliant iridescent pink. And I’ve have to say it looked like it might have been chosen for its ‘fuck me’ qualities, even if what best suited her in that area was different from the others. With Amy and her standing there together, it was difficult to keep my eyes focused on Ellen’s navigation notes.

But Tash was also showing her people skills. She and Amy were soon amusing each other; at first with just a few little jokes about their past experiences on yachts, then with a light little banter. As they relaxed in each other’s company, I couldn’t help but notice Tash moved increasingly into Amy’s personal space. With them working around a small L shaped bench, Tash’s butt was soon rubbing against Amy’s as Tash vigorously cut up some salad ingredients, then as she started singing to some soft background music Ellen had running through the cabin, she was essentially twerking against Amy’s butt; encouraging her to reciprocate.

She worked Amy up into the mood of it. By the time they’d more or less finished the marinade for the dinner, they were basically dancing with each other; with a finale of Tash turning Amy towards her and grinding her mound against her as they undulated in time with the music. It was a blatantly sexual performance. As sexual for me to watch as it must have been for her to experience. It would seem Tash was working herself into the BOB mood between the girls and in picking Amy she made the right choice, since I’ve noticed Ellen in a bit more reticent about it all.

Ellen wasn’t entirely pleased at my distraction with the other girls. And given the work she’d put into the notes and the time that had saved me – for a much better quality outcome – her displeasure was reasonable. Initially to get me to focus better, she’d shuffled hard against the side of my thigh with hers and put a hand over it high enough that the back her palm rested against my cock which lay off to that side in my swimmers, and her fingers rested down on my pelvic floor under my balls. All while she pointed out the key issues on the notes with her other kolej escort hand.

As she slowly lifted a finger up and down on my thigh and against the cock, she’d induced a hardness in it. That had worked. Nothing like bringing on an erection to attract a man’s attention. We got through the notes with me only casting occasional glances at the twerking butts in the galley and finished at about the same time Amy and Tash started their final mound grinding shuffle dance.

Even Ellen’s eyes had been drawn to the final little dance with its sexual overtones. As I’d put the notes down on the table, the hand on my thigh had slipped around the material covering my now extended manhood and started twerking it in time to the same beat as Ellen rocked her thigh against mine in syncopated time.

Finished their little display, Tash joined us at the table while Amy set out some cheese and wine. Tash soon guided the conversation towards finding about the history of both Amy and Ellen, nearly as quickly drawing out their sexual histories. There were few secrets for me in what they revealed, although Tash was clearly disturbed, in an empathetic sort of way, about Amy’s past involvement in a highly abusive relationship.

It was Ellen who gently turned the conversation around to finding out more about Tash. The key ingredient to her past seemed to be the fact she had spent most of her teens as a squad swimmer; something which entailed spending four or five hours every day swimming up and down pools under the eye of a coach. As she said herself, when you’re up at 5 am to go to the morning squad before school and back in the pool again soon after it, there’s not much time for other things; including boys.

In a self-depreciating way Tash indicated she’d was often just beaten by the girls who became household names as representing Australia in the Olympics, and even occasionally fluked a victory against them. While she often swam at state and national level she’d never quite been able to get herself into that top elite rank. Still, she was good friends with many of those who had.

Because the topic had recently been in the Australian press, maybe Ellen’s next question was inevitable.

“Did you ever have any trouble with your coaches? You know, being touched by them inappropriately.”

“With Nigel? No, he was a sweetie. Actually he was quite a dish; but always completely proper.

When you’re swimming that much there are times you need a massage to free up a locked or tight muscle. But he was always careful, even if that meant he couldn’t do the job properly. When the whole issue started to get some bad press he always made sure that one of the other girls was present as he gave anyone a massage and then decided even that it was too risky and gave up on them completely.

But that didn’t work because the muscles would just get worse and we’d get more cramps and have other problems. So by around the time I was 18, he’d taught the older girls to do it for him. But then, we’d be a lot naughtier with each other than he’d ever contemplated being.

I suppose whether being inappropriately touched invokes a lifetime of trauma or a few moments of sexual playfulness depends on the sort of person being touched and who’s doing the touching. We were all good friends, so pretty quickly worked out who were the playful ones and who weren’t.”

“How much touching are you talking about? Enough to have an orgasm?”

“That was part of the game. After all, you had to make it look as though it was accidental or incidental to the massage you were giving. But, yes, there was one time at the end of a long day I was feeling really relaxed and a girl was massaging a muscle in my upper thigh and as she rubbed my mound with the back of her hand I sort of drowsed off and imagined it was Nigel doing it. Next thing I knew I had my first ever orgasm.”

I’d been looking at Tash as she recalled that memory and noticed a certain wistfulness in her eye. It was clear she’d had quite a crush on Nigel. Something I thought she still treasured as part of her past. But Ellen let the reference to her coach pass.

“How old were you?”

“19.”

“I always thought those swim squads were a hotbed of sexual activity.”

“Not really. Not mine anyway. You’ve spent half your life with the guys in them; grown up with them as if they’re your brothers and friends. Anyway you’re too knackered to get up to much.

But looking back, it is interesting in that you come of age with them in a situation where you spend half the day in their close company wearing almost nothing. The girls tend to mature first which leaves the guys feeling rather inadequate. They’re also a bit vulnerable in that they don’t have much control over their hard-ons and they tend to be pretty obvious when they get one. A couple of girls would tease them, by standing too close to them while you were in line waiting for your turn maltepe escort in the pool, to trigger a reaction. Sometimes you’d see them dragging a hard-on through the pool too; maybe focusing too much on the butt of the girl in front of them or the breasts of those coming the other way. But it was all very innocent.

But then I matured late, so maybe there was a whole lot happening I just didn’t see; but I don’t think so.”

“What do you mean you matured late?”

“I was 17 before I had my first period and until I was 19, I was more like a beanstalk than what you see now. I had some breasts and a bit of a figure, but it was really only after I cut back on my squad commitments when I went to Uni that I fully matured and even grew a bit taller.

The intensity of the training might have had something to do with it. My coach always wanted me to eat more, but I’ve always eaten natural healthy foods and didn’t really want to get into the protein shakes and all that sort of staff, so I didn’t.”

“So how many boyfriends have you had?”

“Just one; for about a year and a half at Uni.”

“How many guys have you rooted?”

“Not counting Ned, 4 including the boyfriend. But that might depend on how you define rooted. One of them kept going off while giving me head and the other two non-boyfriends wouldn’t even be fully penetrated before they shot their load every time and none of them were very good about seeing to my needs once they unloaded.”

“Is that why you dumped them?”

“No, not really. We were all pretty inexperienced, so I didn’t have high expectations. It was more they just weren’t right and I was still finding myself.”

“When did you give up swimming?”

“Only when I came away to go sailing in my gap year, although I still swim as much as I can. But I cut back a lot during Uni. When these grew they slowed my times a bit. They do cause a lot of drag.”

As she’d answered the last question she’d grinned and run the back of her hand across her breasts as the source of the drag.

But in all, it did strike me she was much less sexually experienced that I had thought. Her talk earlier of no guy ever having got all the way in the first half dozen times without shooting his load had created a mental image of many lovers; not the small statistical sample she was talking about.

The evening passed quickly enough. The alcohol content of the night was boosted both the the celebratory bottle of champagne we had for Tash’s arrival and the amount of time we’d spent sitting around talking; so our inhibitions were low by the end of it. Low enough that we started doing more – but this time somewhat drunken – undulation dances to Ellen’s music; each of them taking turns with me and each other so that there were always two couples bumping into each other in the very confined space of the main cabin. And as before the main part of the undulation was having your crotches rubbing together.

Initially, all of the girls spent their time with me rubbing their crease up and down the length of my erection. Amy and Tash spent their time together in the no less sexually blatant grinding of their mounds that they had before. Ellen on the other hand started off more reserved with the girls; unleashing her lust mostly on me.

Timing was the tricky bit. When to change partners without making the others feel neglected. Two tracks seemed to be the optimum; enough to get into the mood of it, without making anyone wait too long. But the alcohol continued to be absorbed into our systems and as our brains dulled, our lust increased.

As Ellen came back to me on a change of partners, she lifted her crotch and slipped the tip of my erection under it, bending it down through her crease. Then she pressed her breasts firmly into my chest, tilted her head up and pouted up her lips inviting me to kiss her. I was in no mood to resist. We fell into each other’s arms as they say, now just gently swaying to the music as Ellen gently dragged her crotch back and forward along the length of my shaft.

I looked over her shoulder to see that Amy and Tash were also now arm in arm. Not kissing, but instead with their heads over each other’s shoulder, the undulation of their whole bodies were directed to rubbing their breasts against each other as, now with their thighs pushed hard up between each other’s legs, their mounds continued to grind together and down on the other’s thigh. Amy looked back at me and gave me a wicked wink and a grin.

As the second track with Ellen started, she started rubbing her crotch harder and faster, no longer worrying about keeping time with the music. I could feel her breathing more heavily even as our tongues continued to wrestle. With one arm around her back and the other holding her hand between our bodies, I slipped the latter up between us to let me start tweaking her nipple.

Soon all pretence of following the music stopped mamak escort as she just stood their pashing me, working herself up into an orgasm which broke on her with a quiet groan sighed into my mouth about half way through the track. Her thighs closed tightly around my shaft and she stood there swaying in my arms until it passed.

Amy came to me next, having just watched Ellen’s performance and copied her in bending my shaft down between her legs. Amy’s a bit shorter, so I needed to bend my knees a bit to make our bodies fit together better; but that had the advantage of bringing me up more closely against her inviting breasts.

Immediately I could feel the wetness of the gusset of her bikini permeate through my own swimmers and warm the length of my shaft. As she rubbed herself along its length, her jutting nipples pushed out her bikini top and ran like marbles across my chest as she brushed our torsos against each other’s. It was only after seeing to the needs of her erogenous zones that she too tilted her head up to invite my lips to meet hers.

Amy had clearly worked herself up in her dance with Tash. Almost immediately I could feel her thighs quivering in building suspense. She was groaning constantly into my mouth, leaving me wondering what it would do to the mood of the evening if she started crying out the way she often does in the throes of her sexual excitement.

As I tweaked her exquisitely sensitive nipple, her groans grew louder, the quivering of her thighs more intense as her movement against my shaft grew faster. She stopped, bore down harder on my shaft, then gave it a few short fast rubs through her crease before, with a sorrowful moan two waves of intense orgasm washed through her as she just stood there hanging off me.

Amy, even though her orgasm had been in the first dance track, was in no hurry to give me up; just wanting to hold me tightly as she continued to rub herself more gently now along the length of my shaft.

So I was left standing there while I watched Tash dance with Ellen. Ellen’s inhibitions seemed to have evaporated somewhat because Tash had her in the same hold she’d had with Amy; one where their legs were intertwined enough that each could bear down and rub themselves on the other’s upper thigh while brushing their nipples across each other.

But Tash was the one really getting into it. Like the others, just before her orgasm, she broke rhythm from the music to simply rub herself on Ellen’s thigh to maximise her pleasure; tightening her thighs around Ellen’s as it occurred and grunting audibly enough for me to hear it.

For me, it had been extremely pleasurable; both visually and physically. But these days it was not enough to bring me anywhere near an orgasm. It might have been in my youth, but not now.

So with the girls temporarily sated, I was left with a prominent erection pushing out horizontally in my swimmers. To me that was no big deal. I’d shot a load this morning with Amy and Ellen and in the early afternoon with Tash and didn’t doubt that Tash would be making more demands soon enough. I’ve never thought prick teasing a crime. An erection induced by a girl is a pleasure in itself, even if that’s the end of it.

But Amy had other ideas. She dropped to her knees and started undoing my swimmers in preparation for sucking me off. I told her that wasn’t necessary, but that just attracted the attention of the other two who came and knelt either side of her. My increasingly mild protests were lost in the noisy conversation where the girls decided they’d do me in rotation to see who could trigger my release. Four sucks each then on to the next girl. I gave up protesting and surrendered to my not unpleasant fate.

But I soon started to feel like a stripper at a hens’ party as the non-involved pair became crowd referees; counting down each suck with a drunken enthusiasm. Amy went first, forcing my shaft to the back of her throat to take the whole length into her wet mouth and then slowly drawing it back out with her tongue pressed firmly against its underside as her lips bound it tightly. At this point of the evening, it wasn’t going to take many of those for me to blow my load. I still don’t know how Amy (like Issie) can do that without gagging. With each suck the crowd referees loudly counted; “one”, “two”, “three”, “four” and finally “next”.

After her four, she bent my cock in the direction of Ellen; causing me to half turn towards her. Ellen licked its length twice before taking it into her mouth. Her more shallow penetration was made up for by a slower suck; working her tongue around it and massaging it with her lips and a discernible actual sucking action. But the crowd referee had its own opinion of Ellen’s approach. The licks attracted a call of “foul” and her sucks started getting calls of “too long” and “time”; although Ellen’s only reaction to them was to start giggling onto my cock as she sucked it.

With her turn finished she bent it back across Amy towards Tash. Tash had never done this to me before, so I didn’t know what to expect. She took it in deeper than Ellen, but not as gaggingly far as Amy. I don’t know if it was the sheer novelty of being shared between three women like this or the actually sensations in my cock; but by the time Tash was finished it was pretty sensitive.

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