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Later that evening.

“Threes a crowd, but fours just right,” Jen laughed as the door bell rang. She quickly slipped out of the room to and answer it. Today had been the greatest day of my life, but I was completely unaware as to what would come next.

“Wonder what she’s up to?” Chris said, handing me a bear.

“Well, it can’t get any more unusual than today has been can it?” I laughed.

Chris shook his head. We’d spent the rest of the day exchanging fantasies that we all had. I’d never seen this side of my friends.

The door popped open and Jen stepped back into the room, wearing only a small shirt and some very short shorts. We hadn’t found time to get our clothes back on and it seemed me and Chris were comfortable enough in our shorts.

“Well boys. I have a surprise for you. Meet Claire” Jen pronounced.

Suddenly somebody else slipped into the room to stand beside Jen. “Hi” she said, stepping forward to shake my hand.

I looked her up and down in amazement. She was short and very petite with reasonable sized breasts. She had long blonde hair and green eyes and a cheeky smile that made me want to melt.

“Pleased to meet you” I managed.

“Well shall we get started?” Jen asked eagerly. rus escort She had definitely taken a shine to this new activity.

“Ok what first?” I asked, unsure about what to do.

“Allow me” Claire answered. She slowly removed her top and then her bra, allowing myself and Chris a great view of her tits. “Down boys” she said, shooting us a mischievous smile. “This is ladies time.”

She walked smoothly towards Jen then wrapped herself around her sliding her tongue into Jens mouth. Jen seemed shocked at first but seemed to be enjoying having another girl all to herself. She was soon fidgeting with the zip on Claire’s jeans.

“Eager aren’t we?” Claire whispered seductively. She was in complete control. “Take a seat” She ordered, nodding in the direction of my couch.

“Yes mam” Jen said, giggling loudly. She slumped onto the couch curling her fingers under her shirt and pulling it off, tossing it at myself and Chris.

“Good girl” Claire said dropping to her knees. She reached out and began slowly tugging Jens shorts off. Once they were off she turned to look at us. “Come on, get a bit closer or you’ll miss the show.”

We didn’t need telling twice. From sincan escort where we were stood we could see everything. Claire was soon working Jens pussy.

“Ohh God!” Jen cried out.

Claire looked up at her. “You like that do you?”

“Ohh yes” Jen quickly replied.

To our disappointment Claire stopped and sat beside Jen on the couch. “What we need Jen,” she said sliding off the remainder of her clothes. “Is a show ourselves. What do you say boys?”

Chris turned to face me. “Well last time you did suck me, so how about I return the favour?”

I’d always fantasised about this and it was about to happen. “Sure thing”

Claire and Jen both gave us a round of applause as Chris began taking off my shorts. He took me into his hands and rubbed me gently. “Here goes” he said as his lips slid over my head.

“Wooo, go on Chris!” I heard Jen yelling. I looked over at the girls who were enjoying watching us but also enjoying each other at the same time.

“Ohhh, I definitely want a go with Mike” Claire mumbled through her ecstasy. “There are so many things I want him to do to my body”

“Tell me when darling” I yelled over, almost completely forgetting sıhhiye escort about Chris.

“When! When! OHH Fuck me Mike”

Chris stopped and let me slide out of his mouth, giving me a wink as I stepped towards Claire who sat with her legs wide open. “Take a seat” she ordered.

I squeezed in between her and Jen. “So where do you want me?”

“Inside me” She moaned hooking her leg over. I felt my cock slip into her warm wet pussy and just sat there as she slowly rode me. “You make a great first impression Mike” She mumbled loudly.

“He does doesn’t he?” Jen replied, pressing against me. Her tongue was soon wrestling with mine and I began to fondle her tits. She began pulling me down so that I was soon laid out length ways across the couch on my back.

Claire continued bouncing up and down on me gasping for breathe. I rolled her onto her back and began pounding her. Her legs wrapped tightly around me as we began to speed up.

“Mind if I join?” Jen asked.

“Be my guest” Claire cried out.

Jen smiled at me as she climbed on top of Claire’s face. I began sucking on her nipples as the three of us moved and groaned together. The urge to cum was overwhelming me as my cock slammed harder into Claire. Her muffled cries emerged muted by Jens pussy.

“OOhh God” Jen cried as she climbed off Claire’s face.

“Nearly there?” I asked Claire, moving my lips against hers. She could only nod and I took her moans as the sign. I came into her damp pussy and continued to fuck her until neither of us could move.

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Chelsea and George walked up the marble walkway towards Mr. Nico’s home. It was a large modern home in the countryside. George would guess it was over ten thousand square feet. Mr. Nico was one of George’s most wealthy clients. George worked as an international lawyer and assisted his clients when issues of a multi-nation situation occurred.

Chelsea was wearing a slinky black dress. She had six-inch heels and her hair was curled around her face. George smiled. He was very lucky to have a mistress so willing to travel with him and so willing to obey his wishes, or more like obey the wishes of his boss.

It had been a few months since the last time Chelsea had met George. George knew that Chelsea would say yes, but it was still amazing that she was willing to do anything for him. Tonight he was going to find out how willing she really was.

“Welcome. Come in. Down the hall and to the left. The boys are waiting.” Mr. Nico shook George’s hand warmly and smiled nicely at Chelsea. Chelsea smiled back. He was a short round man with graying hair. She knew the sort of work that he did, but was not afraid of him. He had an expensive suit on and kissed her cheek.

Chelsea and George entered the billiards room and looked around. There was an elegant mahogany billiards table in the middle of the room. One wall had a set of bookcases while the opposite side had large leather chairs. The other two walls had floor to ceiling windows with thick dark velvet curtains. George immediately noticed a small bar in one of the corners and walked over to get a drink. Chelsea immediately noticed three young men standing with their cues.

“Let’s watch the game.” Mr. Nico beckoned to the couple to sit in the leather chairs. Chelsea sat in the middle with George on her left and Mr. Nico on her right.

“That’s Anthony, Giovanni, and Joe. Very trusted employees. Currently they are my bodyguards whenever I leave my home.”

George smiled and held Chelsea’s hand. Mr. Nico watched as the three young men tried to pay attention to the game. They were very skilled Billiards players, but having a young woman kızılay escort there wearing almost nothing was extremely distracting. Each man made similar mistakes and soon the game was almost even.

“Shall we tell her the plan?” Mr. Nico smiled at George.

“Chelsea my dear. Mr. Nico and I need to have a meeting. We would like you to entertain the young men. I’m sure you can figure out how to best keep them happy.”

Chelsea’s eyes went wide. She had never been asked to have sex with anyone else. She had to think of the best way to answer. She was very attracted to all three of the men. They were all tall and muscular and very sexy with their dark eyes and hair. She also did not want to sound too excited since she did enjoy the one on one time she had with George.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

“Good girl.” George kissed Chelsea on the top of the head and stood up, letting Mr. Nico lead him towards one of his offices. A few seconds after the businessmen left the room the three players stopped their game.

“Your Chelsea right? You are so fucking sexy in those heels. Get over here.” Chelsea stood up and walked towards the pool table. She swayed her hips a bit and gasped when one of the men picked her up by the hips and places her on the table. In one motion, he pushed her onto her back and lifted her dress.

“We get to keep you busy while our boss talks business with his lawyer. I’m sure you won’t mind.”

“I’ll do anything.” Chelsea gasped again as one of the men pushed her panties to the side and began licking her clit. She arched her back and opened her mouth to moan. She had her eyes closed and when she felt a smooth hard object in her mouth, she knew it was one of their cocks.

“How does she taste Tony? I bet she tastes sweet and young. I wonder if she’s even eighteen.”

Chelsea turned her head to the side. “I turned twenty last week.” She then eagerly began sucking on the cock again. She did not even know his name, but did not care.

“Fuck she sucks cock so good. Joe, take off her dress. kolej escort I want to see those breasts.” Chelsea felt Joe remove her dress. Guiseppe’s cock slide out of her mouth just long enough for her black dress to be pulled over her head and thrown on the ground. She was not wearing a bra so she was lying in only her black lace panties and high heels.

Chelsea was in pure heaven. She squirmed around, feeling two sets of hands and two tongues all over her body. Guiseppe was playing with her blonde hair, tugging on it to make her suck harder.

“Oh fuck she just gushed!” Tony growled as he tried to catch the droplets that were dripping from her pussy. Chelsea had had a quiet orgasm and had gushed slightly. He thrusted three fingers inside her and pushed up on her g-spot.

“Can I fuck her first?” Joe was tugging on her nipples. It was the exact amount of pressure to cause her to squirm. Even after the breast augmentation, her nipples were sensitive. She was eagerly slurping on Guiseppe’s cock.

“Yeah sure.” Chelsea felt Tony’s hot mouth move from her pussy and then felt a hard cock enter her. She kept sucking on the cock in her mouth, wondering when he was going to cum. Almost as if they had timed it, Joe slammed deep into her pussy while Guiseppe came into her mouth. It was not a lot of cum and Chelsea eagerly swallowed all of it. He pulled his cock out of her mouth

“Good girl. Now sit up and let us fuck you.” Chelsea sat up. Her legs were spread wide and her butt was hanging off the edge of the pool table a bit. Her high heels were against the edge, creating a sexy image. Joe was thrusting hard and fast.

Chelsea saw Guiseppe and Tony behind Joe. They were waiting their turns, cock in hand, stroking hard. All three of them were still dressed in their suits and ties. The only change was that the zippers of their pants were undone, exposing their cocks. She could not see what Joe’s cock looked like, but she figured it was long and not so thick. She wasn’t feeling stretched, but he was so deep inside her it almost hurt.

“Oh!” maltepe escort Chelsea cried out and came again. She did not know if she was allowed to cum, but the three men just grinned. They were turned on by how orgasmic she was.

“I’m going to flood your pussy with all my hot cum!” Joe thrusted one last time and exploded inside her. He was barely finished when he stepped to the side and Guiseppe thrusted his cock inside her. His cock was thick, but on the shorter side. She had her hands behind her balancing on the pool table. Her juices were dripping down her inner thighs and she knew that it was staining the expensive velvet. Guiseppe fucked her so hard and fast. He was rough with her, pinching her nipples.

“You love this don’t you? You love being gangbanged. Tell me you like it.”

“I love it. God I love being fucked.” Chelsea’s pussy was on fire. She was so aroused and each thrust gave her a tiny orgasm. She was on the brink of orgasm when Guiseppe thrusted one last time, pushing hard then groaning.

“Oh yeah baby. Feel my cum inside you.” Chelsea barely had time to recover when Tony thrusted his cock inside her. He was the thickest of all three of them and she winced. Her pussy lips were stretched tight around his cock and he tilted forward enough that his pubic bone rubbed her clit.

Chelsea’s body was covered in sweat. She came again. This time she held her breath. She was dizzy, tired, and sore. Tony did not stop. He continued to pound her. Chelsea could hear the other two men jerking their cocks.

“Oh fuck!” Tony came inside her and then pulled away. Chelsea opened her eyes. His cum was oozing out of her pussy. She felt so wet and so horny. She shifted her eyes from one man to the next. Each was still hard and their cocks were oozing precum.

“You’re an amazing fuck Chelsea.” Tony was about to say more when the doors opened. Mr. Nico and George entered. Chelsea blushed a little. She was not embarrassed about being naked in front of them. She was embarrassed at how hot and sweaty she was.

“We need to go Chelsea. I’m sure Mr. Nico will invite us back.” Chelsea only nodded and watched as her boyfriend dressed her and led her to the front entranceway. Her legs were shaking and she felt a thin stream of cum oozing down her legs.

She slid into George’s expensive car, watching as the three young men grinned from ear to ear. She had enjoyed her evening on the pool table.

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Shelly had gone out with a good friend of mine for over a year, and their break-up was sudden and dramatic. To cut a long story short, they were both at a student party where Shelly – brunette, sex-kitten, and always a party girl – had ended up fucking a guy she had just met.

It wasn’t as though she tried to be discreet about it either; one minute, she was sitting on the lounge, chatting and laughing with this stranger, the next minute they’re all over each other. Then, taking his hand, she suddenly stands up and drags him up the hall to a random bedroom.

They didn’t even bother closing the door! After a few minutes, some of us who had been observing the rapid escalation of this love-play couldn’t resist, and wandered up the hall to see if things had progressed. They had.

There was Shelly, sprawled on her back, blouse pushed up, the guy’s mouth clamped over one breast, his hand kneading the other, her skirt up around her waist, long legs in the air, and this stranger’s white bum bouncing up and down as his big wet cock slid in and out of her. You could hear his balls slapping against her bare arse with each stroke. She had her head arched back and was whimpering with pleasure. Her pretty face – eyes shut, mouth agape – told a story of pure lust. This girl loved to fuck.

I tried closing the door, but the others would have none of it. The love-birds themselves, if anything, seemed to be getting off on it. As word spread through the party, more people came to have a squiz. A couple of giggling girls with glasses of wine even squeezed past us into the room and stood at the foot of the bed staring, hands held to mouths in disbelief.

Shelly’s (soon-to-be-ex-) boyfriend, who had been smoking joints out the back, walked into the room just in time to witness the guy’s last few frantic lunges as, with a final deep push and a low groan, he shuddered and came, his buttocks clenching as he let go inside her.

Amid a scattering of spontaneous applause and cheers from the audience, I bundled my mate, the cuckold, out of the room and out of the party before he could do anyone, including himself, any harm.

As it turned out, he wasn’t that surprised, only angry with embarrassment. Seems this was just the last straw. It wasn’t Shelly’s first public infidelity, apparently – a female housemate had reportedly ‘caught’ her giving a blowjob to another (male) housemate of theirs at the breakfast table one morning a few months earlier. Far from making any excuses, Shelly had apparently offered the girl a turn at sucking the lucky guy’s dick. She had politely declined and told my mate about it at the first opportunity.

Anyway, the party fuck effectively ended that relationship.

Fast-forward six months, and Shelly’s now shacked up with the guy from the party. His name was Mike – not a bad bloke, actually. Bit of an arty type – goes into a spontaneous interpretive dance routine after a smoke or two. Anyway, they’re living in a big shared place in town and, like me, they’re staying in town during the semester break, when all the other students have gone home to Sydney or wherever.

I had gone over to hang out with them one evening and we’d had a few joints and a few glasses of wine and were feeling quite mellow. The old armchair I was sitting in was so enormous I was almost lying down, and combined with the sinuous music we were listening to – Roxy Music or some such – I had achieved an almost trancelike state. On the lounge opposite me my hosts were snuggling, as couples do. After a while, though, as I watched them they progressed to some serious necking. In an apparent re-enactment of their first encounter, they soon had their tongues down each other’s throats and their hands wandering to more and more intimate parts of the others’ anatomy.

This was a bit different to the party, though, as I was alone in my voyeurism. Not quite sure where to look, I shifted uncomfortably and sipped my wine, slightly nervously. I was wondering if I should just go when, without warning, Shelly suddenly detached herself from her new boyfriend and, levelling a cheeky look at me as she stood, said ‘Wanna have some fun..?’

Before I had time to gather my thoughts, she had crossed the floor and dropped to her knees between my legs. Leaning forward, she kissed me full on the mouth as her hands began tugging at my belt and undoing my fly.

‘Hang on. What’s…?’ It was hard to talk with Shelly’s tongue in my mouth. The musky, mysterious smell of her sexy perfume filled my senses. I vaguely noted that I should remember to ask what it was. Once she got my jeans open, she sat up and started tugging them down. Still confused, I looked across to where Mike was still gaziosmanpaşa escort sitting, but he just met my gaze with stoned, red eyes and a knowing smile. With a wink, he leaned back and lit up a joint.

Shelly’s hot breath on my now exposed crotch brought my focus back to her. She had worked my jeans and undies down around my ankles and, with hands holding my thighs apart, was engaged in a close examination of my dormant package in its nest of hair.

Needless to say, the proximity of her cute face and her tickling breath on the hairs of my balls soon had my dick stirring. Taking hold of my burgeoning hardness in one hand, and cupping my balls in the other, she extended the pink tip of her tongue and started lightly dabbing and flickering it against the underside of my scrotum. As my cock hardened in response, she began to slowly pump her hand up and down its length. The sudden sound of a zip made me look up, and I saw Mike, still on the lounge, fishing in his jeans and then pulling out his stiff cock. He began slowly pumping it as he smoked and watched us.

In my stoned state I felt removed, detached from the scene somehow, and yet the heightened physical sensations sweeping over me felt more than real. I watched, fascinated, as a small bead of clear liquid appeared from the eye of my now rock-hard cock. Waves of pleasure rolled over me, and my body shivered involuntarily as Shelly’s tongue started slowly making its way up the sensitive underside of my throbbing tool. When she reached the top she swirled her tongue around my cock-head, gathering the pre-come in the process, before plunging her soft, cushiony lips down over my aching pole.

A jolt of pure pleasure shot from my cock to my brain as I watched a good two-thirds of my eight inches disappear into this cute girl’s mouth. I groaned and my body jerked involuntarily. I thought I was going to come. So did Shelly, but she knew what she was doing and immediately stopped all movement, squeezing the base of my shaft with her hand. There were a few tense seconds there as we waited for the twitching of my cock, still deep in Shelley’s mouth, to subside. Finally, almost a full minute later, my dick and I had regained our composure, and Shelly slowly, tentatively, resumed fucking me with her mouth.

Having survived the near crisis I felt I had more control over my body, and knew that I could now probably last a while without coming.

Reaching down between my legs, I cupped Shelly’s bra-less tits through the fabric of her faded t-shirt, as she continued working on my cock. Although I had seen Shelly’s breasts before, at the party, I was amazed at how good they felt through the thin cotton. Each a good handful in size – no more – they were deliciously pert and firm, and swayed lightly against my palms to the rhythm of her sucking.

Mike, who had been watching and smoking and stroking his substantial tool, finally finished the joint and, stubbing it out, got up slowly and came to stand next to us. Slowly pumping himself, he stared intently at my cock as it slid in and out of his girlfriend’s mouth.

Shelly was murmuring softly as I gently squeezed her stiff nipples through her top, and her big eyes looked from mine to Mike’s and back again as she worked on my rampant tool.

With her head still bobbing up and down over me, she started unbuttoning her jeans. Mike moved around behind her and gave her a hand. Dropping to his knees, he tugged at her pants and knickers, pulling them off her hips and over her small, round arse. I couldn’t see what Mike was doing with his hands, but judging by the sounds Shelly started making, it must have felt good. Her moans vibrated through my shaft as she continued to pump me with her mouth. The sensation was exquisite, and then got even better when, after a minute or two, Mike pulled back slightly and, steadying her with a hand on her hip, used his other hand to slowly guide his big prick into her from behind. Shelley lay her cheek against my stomach, her head to one side so she could watch her boyfriend’s face, and he could see her mouth being fucked.

Mike didn’t waste any time, but started steadily fucking her, gripping her hips with both hands as he rammed into her over and over again. His grunts matched her moans as she slipped a hand between her legs to play with herself. Despite having my dick in her mouth, I felt almost like a voyeur watching this couple build towards a shared orgasm.

The smell of raw sex filled the air. Shelly’s rhythmic moans were now almost continuous, and were getting louder and louder as Mike’s thrusts reached a frantic pace. Sweat was dripping off his nose and gölbaşı escort his eyes were fixed on his girlfriend’s mouth, her lips stretched and sliding around my throbbing tool. Suddenly, with a final grunt, Mike’s whole body froze and, face distorting as he held himself inside her, he gave several jerks as he poured his juice into her. Simultaneously hitting her peak, Shelly gave a little scream, and collapsed forward onto me, her breasts crushing against my stomach and my temporarily forgotten penis as she wriggled and writhed out her pleasure.

Considering how erotic I found all this I was amazed that I hadn’t come yet, but – maybe thanks to the pot and the wine – I was in that rare ‘zone’ that men may recognise, where I felt I had control over my orgasm and could fuck forever if I wanted to.

After a moment Mike stood up, his softening dick slick and dripping, and returned to the lounge. As if all this was perfectly normal, he casually began rolling another joint.

I could feel Shelley was still trembling slightly as she roused herself a few moments later. Standing shakily, she took my hand and said “Let’s go to bed”. Without a word I let her lead me, leaving her boyfriend to his business on the lounge. She had discarded her jeans and panties on the floor and was now only wearing her old t-shirt, which barely reached her hips. I kicked my jeans and shoes off and followed her up the stairs, the cheeks of her pretty arse moving inches from my face. In the semi light, I could see a trickle of come making its way down the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

A typical student bedroom; the unmade bed – a queen sized futon on the floor, rumpled sheets and a couple of squashed pillows – dominated a landscape of discarded clothes, cushions, forgotten mugs, ashtrays and books on otherwise bare floorboards. An upturned milk-crate served as a bedside table. Shelley lit a couple of candles and cleared a place for them on the milk-crate before lifting her t-shirt over her head and dropping it on the floor. Following her example, I quickly shucked my shirt to stand naked, my erection pointing at her and bobbing in time with my pounding heart. She looked magnificent standing before me in the candle light, absently brushing an engorged nipple with one hand as she returned my gaze. I stepped forward and pulled her to me, pressing my chest against her pretty, round breasts, my stiff prick trapped between us. The pressure of her soft, warm belly against the underside of my cock was amazing, and I felt a pang of delicious pleasure as a drop of pre-come oozed out of me. Reaching down, I gently pushed my fingers into the triangle of damp, dark curls between her legs. She tipped her head back, allowing me to kiss her mouth as my fingers slipped easily into her lush, slippery groove, and on into the wet, soaking warmth of her recently inundated cunt.

She shivered and groaned as I eased two fingers into her, lightly stroking my thumb over the hard button of her clitoris. She was trembling noticeably and, sensing her legs were about to give way, I let her weight pull us down onto the mattress. Now lying half on top of her, I started exploring her neck and breasts with my lips and tongue. I kept my fingers between her legs, stroking and sliding around the delicate wet petals of her outer pussy before diving in with two or three fingers to fuck her for a few strokes. I particularly enjoyed the sounds my fingers produced, both from her soaking cunt and from her gaping mouth as she writhed and ground against my hand.

She had been distractedly squeezing my cock with one hand and running the other through my hair, but now she put both hands flat against my chest and pushed me off her. I was momentarily confused, but quickly realised what she was up to, when she pushed me onto my back and stepped over to straddle me.

I could feel the hair of her bush against my stomach as she rubbed herself against me. Reaching behind her, she grabbed my straining pole and lined it up between her slick, swollen pussy lips. I felt my cock head sliding along her slit before finding the entrance and slipping easily into her, my shaft throbbing with delicious sensation as I slid into her channel in one smooth motion. She gave a little sigh as I bottomed out, and fell forward onto me, her breasts against my chest as she began to move her hips in a circular motion.

I could feel the grainy wetness of her boyfriend’s come, making soft, sexy squelching noises as my rod moved inside her. Despite having been fucked only a short time before, she was still very tight, and I could feel her pussy muscles squeezing me rhythmically as moved on top of me. Little keçiören escort jolts of pleasure ran from my cock to my head, making my face tingle as I felt little bursts of pre-come leak from me, to join the swampy wetness inside her.

I had my hands on her arse, and now reached down to slip my fingertips into the lining of her cunt, where her lips were stretched around me. I moved my fingers around to gently brush against her clit, getting the desired effect when she moaned loudly and started rocking her hips back and forward, making my cock slide in and out of her. Moving my hand again, I pushed my slippery fingers between the round cheeks of her arse to locate the small knot of muscle that was her arsehole. I pressed gently but firmly until I felt it give, as the tip of my middle finger slipped into her.

She went off like a fucking cracker! Grinding against my cock and finger, her hips jerking, she gave a low scream that quickly developed into a series of rhythmic grunts as she began bouncing on me, determined to get every last centimetre’s worth of my rigid pole.

She was beginning to settle down into a gentle, sensuous rhythm, rocking slowly back and forth on my pole, her nipples brushing my chest with the swinging of her breasts, when I became aware of her boyfriend, Mike, standing next to the bed watching us. He was hard again, and was again slowly wanking his big tool with one hand.

The guy might not have much staying power, but it seemed his recovery time was amazing! I mean, it couldn’t have been much more than ten or fifteen minutes since I’d witnessed him emptying his balls into the same warm, wet tightness that I was now enjoying.

While I pondered Mike’s impressive recuperative powers, Shelly reached for him and, taking hold of his prick, pulled it (and him) a step closer to us. His large, twitching tool, still bearing traces of its recent adventure inside her, was now level with Shelly’s pretty mouth as she sat atop me, making exquisite grinding motions with her pelvis.

Still standing on the bed beside us, Mike placed a hand on either side of Shelly’s face and guided her lips to his fat cock. There was no pussy-footing around, no licks and kisses this time, as Mike, holding Shelly’s head, began to fuck her delicious mouth in earnest, each stroke going deeper than the last, until almost the whole thick shaft was disappearing, over and over again, down Shelly’s throat.

Needless to say, this had distracted both Shelly and me from our own coupling momentarily, but as I watched the underside of Mike’s cock, slick with saliva, sliding over Shelley’s plump bottom lip, I felt her start to move her hips again, this time in rhythm with her boyfriend’s steady thrusting. Occasionally Mike would stop and hold himself fully inside for a few seconds, his balls pressed against her shiny wet chin. On these occasions Shelly would also stop moving her hips, but would give my happily-embedded pole a few delicious squeezes with her internal muscles to let me know I wasn’t forgotten.

The sheer raunchiness of this little tableau was beginning to take its toll on me, and I began to feel the pressure building in my balls. Mike must have been close too, because he began to moan a little as his strokes became shallower and slower.

Shelly must have also sensed it as well, and she began a slow, snaky, back-and forth motion of her hips, causing my cock to move around inside her with a churning motion, the head rubbing around her smooth inner walls. At the same time she took hold of Mike’s shaft with one hand and began stroking him, the head of his slippery cock still in her mouth. With the other hand she reached behind her to grab and fondle my balls.

As Mike began to come with a series of grunts, she moved her hand from his shaft to his balls, and I could see the taut ridge along the underside of his cock throbbing and pulsing as it pushed spurt after spurt of his fluid into Shelly’s eager mouth. One white gout of come escaped her swollen lips to run down her chin and fall onto her breast.

On the verge of my own crisis, I watched as the clot of jizz slid down her jiggling breast to hang tenuously for a few seconds from the tip of a firm dark nipple, before dropping onto my stomach. I felt a fleeting second of repulsion, before the eroticism of the moment overrode any other emotion, and I closed my eyes and started gushing into her, sending long, almost painful, jets of scalding juice up into the deep, dark recesses of this beautiful girl. It felt like I would never stop coming, and I was still twitching and bucking and thrusting up into Mike’s girlfriend as he withdrew his spent cock from her mouth and stepped back to watch our final throes.

Shelly was still squeezing my balls to extract the last drops as she used the back of her other hand to wipe her lips. She leaned forward, eye to eye, and pressed her lips to mine, eliciting a final spasm along my subsiding cock. ‘In for a penny…’ I thought, and opened my mouth to receive her tongue, still slippery with her boyfriend’s come.

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“Did you miss me?” Susan asked as she hugged Barry at the front door. Barry smiled at his girlfriend. The sun was beginning to set and cast a beautiful orange across the sky.

“You know I did, baby,” he answered, kissing her tenderly. His hands caressed her back as he held her tightly to him. Susan moaned as their kiss became more passionate. Barry broke the kiss, taking her bags and leading Susan into the house.

“How was your trip, Barry?” Susan asked, “My flight was long and the traffic at the airport was horrendous.” Barry thought for a moment, smiling to himself as he remembered the events of the last few weeks.

“You must be tired then. Let’s order in tonight,” he said. Susan lay down on the couch, her head resting in his lap as he stroked her long, blonde hair. “My trip was fun. I met a lot of really neat people. People from all over the country. It was tiring though. I was glad to finally get here.” Susan agreed, cooing as Barry massaged her head and neck.

After a while, Barry got everything ready for dinner. Susan went to the bedroom to freshen up. When she came out, the Chinese food had already been delivered and Barry had it set up with fresh flowers and lit candles. Standing at the table, Barry watched as Susan walked over to him, smiling. He felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest. Even though she was wearing one of his oversized T-shirts and a pair of baggy shorts, she looked beautiful and sexy.

“Oh, Barry,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Everything is so lovely. I’ve missed you so much.” Barry held her tight. The familiarity of her body did nothing to lessen his feelings. Barry kissed her gently, then pulled her chair out, letting her sit.

“So you DID miss me, I see,” she giggled, noticing the bulge forming in her boyfriend’s shorts. Barry blushed slightly, nodding his head. Susan talked about the few weeks she spent at the beach with her parents, telling Barry about the different bars and clubs she went to, about the guys pawing her body when she danced with them and about the nude beach she and her girlfriends went to.

“There really wasn’t any fucking going on, but there was a lot of sucking on the beach,” she said, laughing. “There were girls giving their boyfriends blow-jobs right on the beach. It was really pretty hot watching it.”

“You didn’t find someone to give one to? I know how much you love sucking a cock,” Barry said, smiling. He could feel his cock becoming even harder, thinking of Susan, naked on the beach, sucking his cock.

“That will just have to be one of my little secrets,” she replied, coyly, licking her lips. “I do love sucking, don’t I Barry? Especially when the cock I’m sucking is yours.” Barry squirmed on his chair, adjusting his hard cock. He had shared Susan just one time before, with an old college friend. He had had mixed feelings about it. He had been a little jealous, watching someone else fuck his girlfriend as she’d feasted on his rod with an abandon that had surprised them both. At the same time, the experience had been one of the most erotic that they had ever had together. Now the thought of her sucking a stranger’s cock on a beach was arousing him even more.

“We met some guys there and went out with them that night. It was sort of weird, knowing that they had already seen us naked when we met the at the club.” Barry let his hand slip under the table and stroked his already hard cock through his shorts. He felt it twitching and jerking as Susan told him of the guys dancing with her, their hands sliding all over her body. He knew she loved to tease and could just imagine her pulling out all the stops. Susan could feel Barry’s eyes burning into her, not with jealousy, but with lust. She continued her story, adding emphasis to tease Barry even more, knowing how much he enjoyed these ‘confessions’.

“This one guy just couldn’t keep his hands off my ass,” Susan admitted. When we danced, he would grab my ass, pulling me against him. I felt him grinding his cock against me. It was pretty hot, I must say.”

“Did you do anything with him, later?” Barry asked, stroking his cock under the table.

“No, I didn’t really like him too much. Too aggressive. His friend was cute, though. Real shy, too,” Susan answered, smiling sultrily. “I danced with him some, but this time, I was the one doing the grinding,” she said, giggling. “He was so cute and shy, he didn’t know what to do.” Susan continued telling Barry how she’d taken his hand and let him feel her breasts as they danced. Barry was obviously enjoying the story. “After we danced, I took him out back without anyone knowing and gave him a blow-job. He was so excited it didn’t take him too long to cum.” Susan was giggling as she told Barry, watching him squirm in his seat. “He filled my mouth with so much cum it was hard for me to swallow it all. I hope you don’t mind, baby.” Susan lowered her eyes, acting all innocent as if caught in some minor lie. etimesgut escort

“No, baby, its all right. I know how much you love giving head and you gave that guy a thrill he’ll remember the rest of his life. Just as long as that mouth is for my cock only from now on,” Barry replied, smiling at his soon to be wife.

After dinner and cleaning the table and kitchen, Barry and Susan went back to the lounge, sitting on the couch. They watched some TV for a while, Susan resting with her head in Barry’s lap again. Susan turned her head slightly down and kissed Barry’s thigh. Barry had slid his hand over her ass and under the long T-shirt, caressing her back and side. Susan felt at ease in his arms, relaxed, totally at one with him. She started nibbling on his thigh, sending electric shocks through his body. Barry’s hips slowly began rocking as he slid his hand down her back, on to her firm, taut ass. Her knickers felt nice to his fingers, the satin adding to his sensations. He had always loved the feel of lingerie on his fingers. They had been together so long and knew each other so well, that they could tell when the other was becoming aroused. No words were needed and none were said to spoil the moment.

Susan turned on to her belly, pressing her face into Barry’s lap, his cock growing harder with her pressure. She could feel his hand sliding under her knickers, cupping her cheeks. Knowing her as well as he did, Barry knew just which places to touch to bring his lover even higher. He slipped his fingers between her cheeks, sliding the fingertips down over her hole and on to her already wet lips.

Susan squirmed, pressing her ass against his hand, feeling his long, thick fingers probing her tunnel. She slid the zipper down to his shorts, pulling his cock out. Biting her lower lip, she looked at the hard, thick shaft before her eyes. She studied the shape and size of his cock, trying to relearn every curve and part of it. Her breathing deepened as she realized that this might well be the only cock she would have for the rest of her life, but it didn’t matter. She loved Barry and loved how he made her feel. She looked at the thick head for another second, then dropped her head, engulfing it entirely.

Barry rocked his hips, helping it into her mouth. Susan was one of the only women able to take him this deep, this quickly. He plunged his fingers deep into her wet pussy as her head came to rest against his mound.

“Ooohhh Ggdddd, Susan, that feels sooo good!!!” he cried, his hips thrusting. Susan could only moan, her mouth filled with his thick cock. She rocked her hips back and forth against his intruding fingers, forcing them deeper inside her aching pussy. Susan loved this position, Barry’s cock in her mouth and his fingers deep inside her wet pussy. She struggled to concentrate on his cock, the sensations sent through her body by Barry’s fingers nearly overwhelming her. Susan tightened her lips around his thick cock as the head slid against the roof of her mouth. She could feel his body shaking, trembling as she sucked him. She felt her body getting close to the edge too. Barry’s hand slapped against her ass as he thrust his fingers deep into her again and again. His pounding drove her face down, taking his throbbing shaft even deeper.

Barry could feel Susan getting closer and closer to her climax. He twisted his fingers, rubbing her g-spot as his hand slammed against her ass. Susan moaned, letting the thick cock slip from her mouth. She stroked him several times, sucking on the tender underside of his thick rod. Barry groaned, thrusting his hips to increase the feeling as he worked a third finger into Susan. She squealed, her pussy gripping the intruding fingers. Barry watched as Susan flicked her tongue over the tip, then dropped her head, taking him completely into her hot mouth again. He tensed for a moment, reminded suddenly of the expert sucking that Jane and Shona had given him. Susan looked up at him, her eyes batting as she lured him into her passion.

“Who’s the best cocksucker, Barry?” she asked, her beautiful face lying next to his throbbing, hard cock. “Who sucks you better than me?” Barry had always been able to answer that truthfully, that no one sucked him better than her. But now, having experienced the skills of Shona and Jane, he wasn’t sure. His voiced cracked as he rammed his fingers deep into her wet pussy, her body shaking as her climax ignited.

“You are baby, you’re the best cocksucker ever,” he replied.

Susan engulfed his cock once more, sucking harder than before. Her body was shaking as her orgasm reached its crescendo, peaking just as Barry grabbed her hair. He cried out, thrusting his hips as he fucked her wonderful mouth. Susan came hard, her juices squirting out on to Barry’s hand as the warm fluids ran down her thighs. Barry erupted into her mouth, his cock jerking as it spewed its hot cream. Susan tightened etlik escort her lips, taking it all. She loved feeling him cum in her mouth, filling her with his passion, his love. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft a few more times, swallowing all she could, concentrating on the sensitive head. Barry’s hips bucked uncontrollably as she drained him of both his seed and his strength. Susan swallowed the warm juices with his cock still in her mouth, then let it out with a pop. She kissed his belly, looking up at him, smiling. She could see the desire in his eyes, feel his passion and love for her.

Even though he had fingered her until she came, Susan was just getting started and Barry knew it. Pulling her up to him, Barry kissed her, biting on her neck. She dropped her head, surrendering herself totally to him. Barry leaned her back gently, their eyes locked the entire time. She pulled off her top, exposing her large, full breasts. She cupped her breasts, playing with her hard, brown nipples as he slid to the back of the couch. He massaged her feet, then her ankles and calves as he kissed his way up her legs. She began shaking with anticipation, knowing that she was about to be eaten as never before. Barry could taste the juices that had already flowed from her aching pussy. He sucked and bit on her inner thighs, rubbing the top of his head against her neatly trimmed pussy. Susan bit her lower lips, waiting for the moment he would take her, to send her into ecstasy.

Susan looked down at her lover, watching him. She had been waiting for this moment for three weeks as they both made their separate ways across the country. She was very sensitive, jumping at each touch.

“Ooohh Gggddd, Barry, I have missed you so much,” Susan moaned as she waited for Barry to take her. Barry looked up, smiling knowingly, as he flicked his tongue up and down over her aching lips. Susan squeezed her breasts hard, her hips bucking slightly. She wanted to grab his head and pull his face into her pussy. But she held her actions, knowing that Barry would take care of her desires and needs. She felt his nails scratch along her inner thighs, his face nuzzling gently against her wet pussy. He was teasing her unmercifully, making her wait and wait for her satisfaction. Susan suppressed her squeals, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

Slipping his hands under her firm cheeks, Barry lifted Susan’s ass off the couch, pulling her to his mouth. He plunged his stiff tongue deep into her pussy, grinding his face hard against her. Susan cried out, the sound torn from her mouth as her thighs clamped tight around his head, holding his face against her. She bucked her hips wildly, surprised at how quickly she was responding to his touch.

Susan savored the feeling of Barry’s tongue rubbing against her clit. She squealed, biting her lips as his teeth scraped across her bud, sending wave after wave of electricity through her body. Resting on her shoulders, her hands clasped tight on her heaving breasts, Susan rocked her hips against Barry’s probing tongue.

“Ooohhh fffuuuucckkkkk, Barry… yeesssss, yeesssss!!!!!” she cried, pinching her nipples hard. Her head tossed back and forth against the cushion, her hips fucking his wonderful mouth. Barry squeezed her cheeks, sucking her clit between his teeth, his thumb pressed against her tight rear hole.

“Ooooohhhhhh Ggdddddd yyyeeeessssssss… finger my ass, Barry, finger fuck my ass!!!” she pleaded, her hips thrashing against his mouth. Barry twisted his thumb, working it into her tight hole as he bit and tugged on her wet pussy lips. Susan screamed with pleasure, her body shaking wildly. She could hardly say anything as her orgasm grew deep inside her.

Barry concentrated on her clit, knowing how much women and especially Susan loved it. He sucked and bit her bud, holding it between his teeth. Susan grabbed the cushions, her body twisting, ready to explode. She erupted, flooding his mouth with her hot juices as he rammed his fingers deep into her cunt, the other hand still fingering her ass. Her head banged against the couch as she came again, her climax peaking over and over.

Barry kept his mouth attached to her pussy, licking and tasting her sweet juices. Susan twisted and shook uncontrollably, her body acting with a life of its own. After her initial release, a series of orgasms burst within her, cascading through her shaking body. As she came again and again, she felt her insides tightening, expelling her juices into her future husband’s wonderful mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, Susan finally settled on to the couch, sinking deeper into its soft cushions. Her heart was pounding in her chest, beating rapidly, her breathing deep and fast. She lay there for a few minutes, trying desperately to catch her breath as Barry licked her clean, sending even more shivers throughout her trembling body, then kissed his way up, kissing eve gelen escort her flat tummy then sucking on the undersides of large breasts. She grabbed his head, clutching him to her breasts. He could feel her heart against his face, beating out her love for him.

Barry slid up, wrapping his arms around her, holding her shaking body tight against his. His hands tenderly caressed her, sliding over her wet body. They lay there for several more minutes, lost in each other’s passion.

“Oh Barry, I love you so much. No one has ever made me feel like you do. Not even a woman has done anything like this to me before,” Susan said softly. She tensed suddenly, realizing what she had just said. It took Barry a few seconds to catch it. He had known she had had a few affairs with other girls, especially her friends in both school and college. In fact, Susan and he had shared one of her friends, quite innocently, after the other girl had broken up with her boyfriend. Barry had always suspected that Susan was more bisexual than she let on and felt himself become even more aroused in response to his girlfriend’s inadvertent slip. He caressed her lovingly, deciding to let her tell him anything in her own time. He let the utterance slip by, kissing her deeply.

They watched TV for a couple of hours more, making love once more in bed before falling asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning, Barry slipped quietly out of bed to relieve himself. When he returned, he looked at Susan who still sleeping peacefully, her face still glowing from last night. Barry looked at her quietly, watching her sleep. He thought to himself that not only could she be the only woman for him the rest of his life, but that he would be very happy with it. Just as he was aware that Susan had been with other men and, he suspected, other women since they’d been together, he had been with other women since he’d met Susan. He had always enjoyed the sex with those others, more for the satisfaction of knowing how much pleasure he had given them than for his own gratification. He thought again about the adventures he’d had on his journey; about Carla, Marisa, Beth and Terri, Tammy and Jamie and especially Jane and Shona. He had loved them all, giving himself to unselfishly to each of them, satisfying their needs. Yet Susan was the woman that he truly loved. Today he would be committing himself to her and her alone, happy to forgo the additional thrill of the casual, and not so casual, encounters he’d enjoyed in the past. If Barry had discovered one thing during the last few weeks it was that loving Susan was its own reward.

Susan had woken when Barry had got out of their bed. Smiling to herself as she remembered the passion of the previous evening, she felt a thrill of anticipation run up her spine as her thoughts turned to the day ahead. Hearing Barry’s return, she pretended to stir, stretching languorously, savoring the feel of the soft silk sheets next to her skin. She let her eyes flicker open, rubbing them briefly to clear away the last vestiges of her slumber then glanced suggestively at Barry, who was watching her from just inside the door. Moving sinuously, she peeled away the top sheet to reveal her naked body then slowly but quite deliberately spread her legs. “Get yourself over here and fuck me again, Barry,” she purred seductively, slipping a finger between her labia and dipping it into her cunt.

Without the need for any further instruction Barry crossed the room and climbed back on to the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Susan pulled her finger from her pussy and lifted it to her lips, sucking her own juices into her mouth. Instead of moving up, Barry leaned forward. His tongue flicked out and ran lightly along the length of her slit. “Oohhhhh Ggggdddd, Barry, yessssss!” moaned Susan as his tongue explored of her most private flesh. His tongue darted in and out of her hot, wet hole and she squirmed with pleasure. Squeezing her large, full breasts, she cried out as his tongue lashed across her sensitive clit. “Ohhhhhh ffuuuccckkk!” she moaned, tweaking her nipples with her fingers as his lips fastened around her swollen bulb and he sucked it lightly into his mouth.

Susan continued to cup and squeeze her breasts as Barry’s tongue lapped at her pussy. Pinching her nipples harder, she cried out as Barry slowly inserted two fingers into her cunt. His tongue flicked over her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out.

Susan felt her body begin to shudder as Barry’s mouth drove her closer and closer to her impending climax. Tossing her head from side to side, she writhed with pleasure as Barry’s tongue lashed her clit, surprised at how quickly Barry’s tongue had worked its magic on her clit, bringing her quickly and effortlessly to the brink of orgasm. As her breathing became increasingly labored she closed her eyes and let the sensations take over. Barry teased her clit with his teeth. Susan’s back arched. “Mmmmmaaaaah,” she sighed as she slipped over the edge, surrendering herself to the waves of pleasure that washed over her. Barry slipped his fingers out of her cunt but his tongue continued to lap at her clit, each contact sent fresh spasms through Susan’s body. “Yessssss! Ohhhhh fffuuccckkkk, Barry, yesssss!!!!!” she cried as her climax peaked, subsided then peaked again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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THURSDAY

I stood in the kitchen, shaking with rage, and fought back my tears. In one hand, I held a butt plug. In the other, I gripped a blue dildo so large that I had trouble closing my fingers around it. A too-tight French maid’s uniform squeezed my chest, my breath racing. A series of Polaroids posted on the refrigerator tells the story:

The first Polaroid showed a close-up of Bee’s face, defiant, staring at the camera. I had found Bee, my Thai maid, giving head to X, my boyfriend. I decided to dominate her as punishment to remind her who was in charge, so when X left on business I bought a butt plug and forced Bee to wear it on Monday. Bee wasn’t at all happy about this, and it shows in the look on her face in that first picture.

The next set of Polaroids show me — bound against my will — in various states of compromise. On Tuesday, Bee had pretended to submit, pretended to be eager to serve me, and pretended that she couldn’t wait to wear the plug. Her eagerness when she had been so sullen the day before should have tipped me off. But I was so tantalized by plugging Bee’s ass that I didn’t notice when she slipped a drug in my morning juice. I woke up on my own bed, hands and feet bound by leather cuffs, my face in a pillow and my ass in the air. I demanded that Bee release me, but she simply pulled the plug out of her ass and stuck it in my mouth. One Polaroid showed me sucking the sour plug, fresh from Bee’s bottom. Another Polaroid showed the plug stuck up my own backside, and in my will to serve bee I had scribbled lewd writing on it.

In my bedroom, I had yet another Polaroid, this one my most personal and prized picture. Bee had taken an image of me on Wednesday bending over the table, wearing her maid’s outfit, utterly submissive. My hands held my cheeks open so Bee could get a better view of the plug she had stuffed up my ass, and a red ring of lipstick drawn by Bee circled my anus (and the plug) like a bull’s eye. By then, I had fallen in love with Bee and only wished to serve her, but she left the house that morning and I pined all day in her absence, eventually going to bed alone.

I woke up this morning to discover X, my boyfriend, had returned early from his business trip and taken my dear Bee from me. He even had the nerve to tell me to call him Sir! Although now that I think about it, I didn’t say no…

And what was this? A new Polaroid had been added to the collection on the refrigerator, this one of Bee sucking a cock! The shot was taken from a man’s perspective — the man in the image clearly being my boyfriend — looking down on the fellatrix. Bee’s huge, dreamy eyes stared up at the camera as her mouth stretched to fit X’s cock. Had they taken this picture last night while I was sleeping? Had they taken it before X left on business?

I was so angry at X for taking Bee away from me, for telling me to call him Sir, and for the offhand way he assumed he could dominate me. Sure, he had dominated me in the past, but never in such a sneaky or casual fashion.

What should I do? What could I do? I had promised a dozen times over the past few days that I would serve Bee as her maid and call her Miss; the list of promises I made in my frenzied climaxes was probably too long to count. The only thing I had specifically told her I could not do was take the blue dildo up my bum — it was just too big. I think she understood.

Worse than that, though, I had fallen madly in love with her. I had to be near her, I had to serve her, and right now she was serving X, so I decided I would too.

I breathed deeply, smoothed my tight skirt, and calmed down. Time to make breakfast for Sir and Miss. Leaving the big blue dong on the sunroom table, I prepared a breakfast tray for the bedroom: french toast, freshly sliced fruit, syrup, coffee, juice, a stick of butter, and the butt plug (a girl has to have her hopes after all).

As I approached the bedroom door, I could hear groaning and cooing. I straightened my back, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

“Sir? Miss?” I said. “Breakfast is ready. May I bring it in?” I thought I heard X groan in assent, so I pushed the door open.

Sometimes our eyes take in the little details and miss the big picture:

The first thing I noticed was a stick of butter in a dish on the nightstand; I had been so shocked to see X that I had overlooked it earlier. But my eyes widened as I witnessed more of the scene: X lay on his back in the bed, and Bee squatted above his midsection, straddling his body with her feet and facing away from him. I was transfixed by the sight and the sound, Bee going “oh oh oh Sir oh oh” and X groaning, Bee’s taut thighs straining as she would squat and then raise herself again, squatting and lifting, squatting and lifting, the sweat on her forehead glistening in the morning light and her beautiful grimace, her petite hands — one hand on the bed to help her balance, the other stroking her pussy — with their beautiful and slender fingers, emek escort and finally, oh, finally, the site of X’s erect cock sliding in and out from between Bee’s sweet round cheeks. He was fucking her ass.

Mesmerized, I put down the tray and stood next to the bed. They both ignored me, so I knelt at the foot of the bed to watch, not knowing what to do otherwise, and longing for attention. From this angle, X’s feet faced me as his toes pointed toward the ceiling. He placed his hands on Bee’s ass, one hand on each cheek, and slowly pushed her up from her squatting position. The head of his cock, buttered and bright purple, popped out of Bee’s anus and she cried “oh Sir! Put back in! Put back in!”

X, still with one hand on each of Bee’s cheeks, placed his thumbs on her anus and pressed. His thumbs dug into her gently and firmly, and she lowered herself back down onto his cock. I watched in awe as his entire cock disappeared into her ass, as she slowly settled herself onto him, and finally, her cheeks rested squarely on his hips.

“Now bounce,” he commanded.

“Yes Sir,” said Bee. With both hands on the bed, she bounced her ass in his lap, his cock pistoning in and out of her anus. Their bodies smacked together and she cried “oh oh oh oh.” I looked at Bee’s face and wondered if she’d ever had her ass fucked this vigorously — her beautiful features were twisted, partly from pleasure and partly from pain, and her eyes were shut tight. I could see past his muscular thighs to his balls, and as I watched them tighten and heard his breathing quicken I knew from experience he was close to cumming.

Suddenly, X grabbed Bee’s hips and held her still, her ass tight against his hips. He groaned loudly as he climaxed, and Bee’s eyes popped open either in surprise or delight at her impalement. X’s fingers dug into Bee’s soft skin as he pumped his load into her, and a beatific smile spread across Bee’s face. God she was so beautiful.

Reader, I couldn’t help myself: I know I wasn’t invited, but I leaned over the bed to dab the perspiration of my Miss’s brow. But Bee flicked my hand away, and shot me a look of annoyance. Her master was back, and I had been pushed aside.

X’s breathing slowed as he recovered from his climax, and he seemed to notice me for the first time. “Ah, Vicky,” he said, “You’re just in time. Come lie down next to me.”

“Yes Sir,” I said. Crawling into bed next to X, I looked at the smooth brown skin of Bee’s beautiful back.

“Isn’t she lovely?” asked X.

My heart swelled in my chest and I couldn’t speak, so I nodded hastily — yes!

X again placed his hands on Bee’s bottom, and gently pushed her up off his hips. His cock slipped out of her ass, and he said “Keep squatting Bee.”

“Yes Sir,” she said.

A merely competent servant listens to her master, and carries out each order with alacrity. But a proper servant anticipates her master’s needs and carries them out without needing instruction. I looked at Bee’s beautiful ass again. Each cheek was like a fine round goblet, and I knew X wanted me to drink from it. I looked him in the eye and raised an eyebrow. He simply nodded, and I slid down the bed.

“Bee,” said X, “squat over Vicky’s face.”

Bee giggled, and said “Yes Sir.”

Bee did as she was told, squatting above my face. X slipped off the bed and wandered over to the breakfast tray, turning his back to me. God, how arrogant he was.

I placed a trembling hand on each of Bee’s cheeks and pried them apart. I didn’t know if I could do what X wanted me to do, and I felt a knot in my stomach. Bee let her weight rest partly on my hands. Here is what I saw:

Bee’s tight soft pussy smiled sideways at me and appeared wet but un-mussed. It didn’t appear that X had taken her there this morning. Even so, her thighs were sticky and fragrant with her pussy juice; she had clearly enjoyed having her ass fucked. And her ass — oh God, her ass. Her cheeks were a bit flushed from the pounding, and sweat lined her crack from the exertion. Her anus, normally tight and brown, had taken on a slight pink hue. Butter, X’s favorite lubricant, was smeared around her anus and her crack; I imagine he had to work pretty hard to get his big cock up that tiny ass.

My arms were beginning to tire from holding Bee’s weight, so I surrendered to the inevitable: I lowered her ass until her anus hovered directly above my eyes. I wanted to stare as closely as possible at that most intimate spot on Bee’s body, to drink in her anus with my eyes before I drank it with my mouth. I then moved my head a bit and rubbed my nose against her ass, breathing as deeply as I could. God! She was so clean, how did she do it? Even after the butter, even after X’s cock came and went, Bee’s fresh scent filled my lungs.

On Tuesday morning, when Bee was still pretending to submit to me, I had kissed her anus on impulse, but at that time I could not bring myself to move my tongue eryaman escort past my lips and into her ass. That was something I had never done to another woman, but I was determined not to miss the opportunity again. I loved my Miss and wanted to worship every inch of her. I had fantasized about her body as I slept alone in my maid’s room , and so I did it — I lowered Bee’s ass to my mouth, pressed my lips to her bottom and traced a circle around her anus with my tongue. God, she tasted so good. I licked her ass again; Bee made no noise in response. Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t she want to feel my lips pressed against her ass to see how much I loved her?

Instead, she stiffened up a bit. In management lingo, you could say that Bee “kisses up and kicks down.” Now that she had her Sir back, she was happy in his arms and didn’t care how I felt. First, she took her hands off the bed and let the full weight of her ass rest on my face, making it hard for me to breath. Next, she held her hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart even further, stretching her well-fucked anus and said in a harsh tone:

“Vicky, tongue my asshole.”

I tried to say “Yes Miss” but her ass smothered my face, so I wasted no time: I snaked my tongue out again and pressed it directly in the center of her rosebud. I wanted to lick her inside and out. But Bee wasn’t cooperating; even though she had just been fucked she was squeezing her ring tightly shut, denying me the juice she knew Sir wanted me to drink. I tried again, this time swirling my tongue around her rim without trying too hard to press in, big, flat-tongued licks combined with little darts from the tip of my tongue. This time, she moaned and sighed — even if she was determined to be angry with me she couldn’t ignore the loving attention. I could feel her anus begin to relax again, and loved the salty, earthy taste as I drove my tongue deep up her ass.

This went on for a moment, then Bee said:

“Vicky, suck my asshole.”

Oh God, Readers, I am so ashamed to write this: I made a ring with my lips and formed a seal against her anus. I sucked her asshole as if I were starving. She moaned and thrashed. I pushed my tongue as deeply as I could into her, and then sucked again. I couldn’t help myself: without asking permission I reached one hand around Bee’s front and put my hand on her drenched pussy, only to discover that one of her hands was already there. I helped her rub herself gently, and she didn’t push away the attention.

I went on eating out her asshole while we both rubbed on her pussy and clit. She rocked on my face; I can’t say the smothering and the pressure were comfortable but I was crazy in love with my Miss. Rocking and sucking, rocking and sucking, stroking and sucking, moaning and sucking, Miss’s anus became more and more relaxed. Her breathing hastened, hastened, hastened, until suddenly she drew all her breath in and held still.

Bang! Her orgasm hit her and she let everything out in a rush. The breath left her body, and as her pussy squeezed with pleasure her asshole twitched and relaxed and I sucked and sucked and sucked feeling it twitch against my lips until X’s cum burped out of Bee’s ass and into my mouth. Oh God! how to describe the incredible taste?

Readers, have you ever been to Southeast Asia? In that part of the world grows a fruit called Durian. It’s smell is so objectionable that most hotels have signs forbidding guests from carrying the Durian fruit indoors. But the taste — once you have tasted one you cannot imagine what your life was like before you tasted the Durian. People get hooked on Durian and will go to any lengths to get it.

I tasted X’s cum as it sat in my mouth fresh from Bee’s asshole and knew I had found my Durian. So clean, but so sour, I could not bring myself to swallow this gift from my Miss because I did not want to forget the taste.

As I savored my mouthful of cum, Bee suddenly pulled herself off me and turned around. Without warning, she lay down on top of me and kissed me deeply. She wanted to taste Sir’s cum as badly as I wanted to taste her ass, and we swirled our tongues together and pressed our lips passionately, both of us swallowing and licking. Bee raised a knee and pressed her thigh between my legs; I was so wet her leg slipped, so she anchored herself on the sheets and again pressed her thigh to my pussy. Locking lips, we rocked together silently like this, both of us exploring the other’s chest with our hands: Bee feeling my big white tits and tweaking their pink nipples, me feeling Bee’s smaller brown tits with their tight brown nipples. I opened my eyes briefly as in a waking dream and saw my Bee, my dear sweet Miss, crying. Oh God! Did this mean she loved me as much as I loved her? I kissed the tears from her face and rocked my pussy against her thigh and came and came and came with my Miss holding me tightly…

I must have dozed off for a few minutes after climaxing, esat escort because when I woke up X was sitting at the foot of the bed, eating a piece of fruit from the breakfast tray. Bee was sitting next to him, stroking his hair. Whatever she felt for me moments before I climaxed, she had hidden it again; the Ice Princess had returned and it was if I didn’t exist. I thought I’d try my luck with X instead.

I slid down to the end of the bed and gently kissed his shoulder. His cock was still limp from cumming so recently, but I thought I could fix that. I kissed his chest; he is very fit and knows I might leave him if he ever got soft. I lightly bit his nipple, got no response, and so I bit it again, harder this time. I moved my hand over to his cock, which was still a bit damp from fucking Bee’s ass. “Sir,” I said, “let me clean you with a wash cloth.”

“No Vicky,” Bee said, and pointed to his penis, “mouth.”

I looked at her and wondered how many ways she was willing to humiliate me. Still, I had just sucked X’s cum right out of her ass, so why couldn’t I suck his cock clean?

“Yes Miss,” I said, and kissed my way down his chest. I put my head in his lap, looking his flaccid cock eye to eye, as it were. Readers, have I told you he has a beautiful cock? I’ve been so wrapped up writing about Bee that sometimes I forget that I had a fit, smart, wealthy cocksman on my arm. I nibbled the head of his cock, and it twitched. The same sour, intoxicating taste of Durian that I got from Bee’s asshole wrapped X’s cock, and I loved it. Taking this as a good sign, I pressed him back on the bed and got between his legs.

Again, I looked at his cock. He doesn’t shave, but he trims himself well and keeps himself clean. I took the head in my mouth, gently sucking. I could still taste Bee’s asshole on my tongue and I was thrilled to complete the circle: his cock to Bee’s ass, Bee’s ass to my mouth, my mouth to his cock. It twitched again and started to grow. Ever since I was a teenager and gave my first blowjob, I’ve loved the sensation of a soft cock growing hard in my mouth; it makes me feel so powerful and sexy. I looked up and made eye contact with X, who of course was watching me. This seemed to give X an idea.

“Bee,” he said, “get the plug.”

“Yes Sir,” Bee said, and smiled as she got the butt plug from the breakfast tray.

“Now Bee, put the plug in Vicky’s ass,” X said.

“Yes Sir,” she said. When Bee moved to get the butter for lubricant, X said, “No Bee, that won’t be necessary.”

Bee laughed; she was happy to hear that she could plug my ass without butter. I think she was jealous of Sir’s attention.

I could feel Bee kneel behind me, and tried to relax in preparation. X’s cock was getting hard at an amazing rate. I could tell this was really turning him on. He lifted his head so he could see over my shoulder.

Bee pressed the tip of the plug against my dry anus and I flinched, but I didn’t stop sucking. X said, “No Bee, not like that.”

Bee said “Sir?”

X said, “You have to help her Bee.”

Bee looked unsure of herself, and said “Sir?”

X said, “With your mouth Bee, with your mouth.”

“Sir?!?” Bee sounded wounded.

“Bee,” said X, “don’t make me ask twice.” He added something in Thai.

“Yes Sir,” said Bee, and sighed. I kept sucking cock, but my heart was racing. I tried to stay calm, but jumped a bit when the top of Bee’s warm tongue touched my anus. Oh…. I moaned around X’s cock. Bee licked again, and I was mad with desire. I wished I could take a Polaroid of this moment like she had done to me!

I felt her pull away from my ass briefly. She spit on my asshole and smacked one cheek, hard! I cried out a bit — that hurt! And it seemed so disrespectful, like something straight from a porn movie. She spit again, and spanked the other cheek.

“Kiss it Bee,” X growled, and Bee returned her face between my cheeks. How was I to feel? I loved Bee with all my heart, and only wanted to serve her and make her happy. She was making no secret of the fact that she didn’t want to be kissing my ass, whether for personal taste or because she thought it improper for a Miss to kiss her maid’s anus, I don’t know. At the same time, even though I felt badly for her, it felt soooo goddamn good. She flicked her tongue in and out, up and town from my the slit of my pussy to the top of my tailbone and back again, often stopping to lick and nibble my clit. She really knew how to lick a pussy. My bottom began to feel squirmy and I tried to push myself back onto Bee’s face but she pulled away. I bobbed my head up and down X’s now hard cock.

Bee took her mouth from my ass and I could hear her lick the plug like a lollipop. X was getting into it, sometimes laying flat on his back, sometimes looking over my shoulder at the action behind my ass. He gently held the sides of my head, running his fingers through my hair. Bee pressed the tip of the plug against my anus and I again tried to relax. I knew it was coming any time, and her spit had lubed me as much as I was going to be lubed (which was actually pretty lubed — she sure could lick a girl). My pussy was tingling from the attention and the anticipation.

Bee nestled the head of the plug inside my anus and let it rest there a moment. X said, “Ready Bee?”

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Mary awoke to the feel of a mouth latching on to each nipple and a cock nudging into her cunt. She winced for a moment, her hole having received more abuse in the last twelve hours than usual. But as two of the men continued to lave at her tits and the third man’s hand played with her clit her passage became incredibly wet and the cock was thrust in to its full length. Her hands moved up to clutch the heads nursing her tender breasts, arching her back as all her nerve endings came alive.

She opened her eyes, looking down to see Patrick at her core and Simon and Mark at her chest. She squirmed a bit and lifted her hips towards Patrick, urging him to continue what he’d started. He smirked, then pulled almost all the way out, before hammering home once more, this time harder. He began a rhythmic thrusting, neither too slow or quick, just languid enough to keep an orgasm out of reach but fast enough to keep her right at the edge. She’d always been quick to cum in the morning if pounded hard enough.

Mark lifted his head, taking in the look of frustration on her face before turning to Patrick. “Let her have it, man,” he said. “She had a tough day yesterday.”

Patrick laughed, but sped up, moving his hips quickly and reaching under her thighs, pushing them towards her chest before leaning more of his bulk onto her and really picking up the pace. Mark and Simon both moved away from her tits, though Mark kept one hand twisting her nipple while Simon moved up and sucked at her neck.

Mary threw her head back, moaning as she came hard, her pussy grasping at his cock. Patrick let out a hard breath. “Her cunt’s squeezing me so tight. It’s like she’s fucking desperate for my spunk,” he groaned, then went still, buried as deep as possible. “Fuck yeah, you love my cum inside you, don’t you?” he asked as his body relaxed on top of hers, her knees now up near her neck.

“Mmmmm,” was all Mary could say as he leaned down and kissed her, their tongues battling. Patrick pulled away, then shifted back to his knees and looked down as he slowly pulled out. A fair amount of cum followed and one string of it connected them as he shuffled back.

Mark moved towards the end of the bed with his hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking it slowly as he took in the sight of her weeping pussy. “Looks like you haven’t cum in months, man,” he laughed, then pushed Patrick to the side and moved up between Mary’s legs, centering his dick to her hole and pushing in. There was no easing her into this one, just immediate hard pounding as he moved her ankles up to his shoulders. “Ugh,” he moaned. “She’s so fucking wet with spunk but still just as tight. Feels like a fucking fist grabbing me.”

Mary closed her eyes, the pleasure washing over her each time he bottomed out. They popped back open a moment later when she felt a finger rimming her ass, pulsing against her hole a few times. Simon grinned at her from the floor where he was kneeling before moving his hand up to her cunt. Mark stilled as Simon pushed two fingers inside her alongside his cock, then started up again as Simon pushed first one, then a second cummy finger inside her ass. His movements picked up, now matching the pace of Mark’s pumps.

When both fingers were firmly wedged inside her an orgasm crashed through Mary. It felt so good and part of her was remembering the feeling of having a cock in each hole the night before. Her head tossed from side to side and she reached down to play with her clit, longing to prolong the divine feeling in her pussy. Mark looked down to watch his cock shuttling in and out of her pussy and couldn’t hold back as he began to cum. Her cunt already full of his cock and another load of cum, spunk was forced out around his dick which slid down towards her ass.

Simon let out a grunt, then pulled his fingers out all the way as he began to push the cum inside her ass. He repeated this a few times until no more cum dripped down, then pushed at Mark’s abdomen, forcing Mark’s cock to slip out, then stood quickly, grabbed Mary’s hips and flipped her over, leaving her on her knees with her ass pointing directly towards Simon’s tool.

He reached down and held his dick steading before pushing it into her cunt. He hammered at her a few times while working two, then three fingers into her ass, replacing them with his cum-soaked cock a few moments later. As soon as he’d pushed all the way inside, he reached down and grabbed Mary by the tits, pulling her towards him and holding them both still.

“You like my cock so far up your ass?” he asked in a gruff whisper while rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Feels so dirty but so good at the same time, doesn’t it?” Mary could only nod in agreement, too wrapped up in the pleasure mixed with the tiniest amount of pain emanating from her lower body. Both men who’d taken her there were about the same size, but larger than any cocks she’d had before. In her ass they felt gargantuan and she loved it.

Simon’s hands moved down to her hips and he spun them around so he was sitting on the edge çankaya escort of the bed with Mary still impaled on his dick. He spread her knees to the outside of each of his, displaying her used pussy to the other two men who’d moved to stand in front of her.

Mark kneeled in front of them both, moving closer until his face was millimetres from their joined bodies. Mary gasped as his tongue reached out and caught a string of cum dripping from her pussy. He made a sound of enjoyment then buried his face in her snatch, aggressively licking the jizz that had leaked out of her. Mary’s moan echoed his, before becoming more high-pitched as Simon began to gently thrust in her ass again, careful not to move so much that Mark would lose contact.

Patrick stepped up to the side and placed his hand on the back of Mary’s heading, urging her down towards his cock, now hard again. She greedily licked at his still-cum-soaked prick then devoured him, the head of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She wasn’t in the right position to deep-throat him, so put more energy into the way her tongue twirled around his dick with each thrust.

Mary reached one hand down to Mark’s head, holding him against her as she came again, this time on a silent scream, her other had wrapping around Simon’s head behind her as he sucked on her neck. A second later the pulsing in Mary’s ass caused him to unload inside her with a grunt. As Mary’s eyes found Patrick’s he groaned and began to shoot his load in her mouth, a small bit leaking around her lips. Mark moved up from her cunt, licking spilled juice from her chin. As Patrick pulled away, Mark pushed back inside her cunt, jack-hammering her.

He kissed her full on the lips, holding her face between his hands as his tongue searched inside her mouth for the remaining cum, both swallowing. Simon moved his hands back to her tits, holding her still as Mark groaned, “fuck, it’s too good. I’m gonna cum”. Mark pulled back slightly, breathing heavily as he continued to lick at her lips before standing and jerking his cock. Cum splashed out and Simon quickly removed his hands as Mark’s jizz rained down on Mary’s tits, painting them in streaks.

As Mark’s fist finally stilled on his dick, Simon’s hands returned to her breasts, slowly spreading the cum around, coating them in spunk. Mary leaned back against him, exhausted. Patrick leaned down in front of her, picking her up under the arms and pulling her towards him. Both she and Simon let out a moan as her ass slid up his prick before a popping sound heralded their detachment. She slumped forward and Patrick held her up. Her legs felt weak and a little numb, though she could feel Simon’s cum running down them. Mark had already cleaned up all the cum from her cunt.

“Time for another bath, eh?” Patrick chuckled, wrapping one arm around her waist and walking her towards the bathroom. Mark was ahead of them and turned on the water, dumping in some Epsom salts as the water level rose. Patrick picked her up and placed her on the seat in the tub before pulling back. “We’ll let you have some time to soak while we get cleaned up in the other bathroom then start on some breakfast.” He and Mark turned away and left the room, Patrick pulling the door shut behind him.

Mary leaned back against the side of the tub, her neck fitting perfectly into a groove. She sighed, her eyes closing as her hands drifted over her breasts, washing the cum away while her mind slowly began to catch up with all that had happened.

She still had no idea why she’d been in the woods and part of her was a little overwhelmed and worried about how quickly these three men had overcome her defences. She couldn’t deny that her only real worry at the moment was what Steve would say when he found out she’d been unfaithful. As much as Patrick, Mark, and Simon had been a little pushy at the beginning, she’d only struggled out of guilt. She’d never felt as sexy, slutty, and turned on as the moment Simon had been pushing inside her while the other two men held her arms.

Her arm reached over to the side of the tub and grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth, realizing that water wasn’t going to completely clean the cum from her body. She lathered up the cloth and began to clean herself, wincing as the rough cloth cleaned her pussy and ass. It burned a bit, but a good burn, like her legs the day after a long run. Once clean she just relaxed in the tub, her eyes closing as the steam and salts eased her muscles, sore after being out in the cold for so long the day before and then the workout they’d endured the night before and again this morning.

Mary continued to soak until she felt the water cooling. With a sigh she put her hands on the edge of the tub and pushed herself up. She stepped onto the bathmat, looking around and realizing one of the men and left a towel and one of their robes draped over the counter. She dried off then wrapped the robe around herself, rolling up the sleeves that were too long on her. She cebeci escort rooted through a drawer until she found a comb and a toothbrush. “Ugh,” she thought. She hadn’t brushed her teeth in a while. Not only did she have morning breath, she also had cum breath.

Feeling much more put together, Mary opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the bedroom. Someone had changed the sheets and made up the bed while she’d been soaking. And someone else had clearly started cooking since the smell of bacon was beckoning her towards the hallway. She moved down the corridor, passing two more, smaller bedrooms and another bathroom before finding herself in a large, open-concept room with a state-of-the-art kitchen and dining area to her left and a living room to her right, complete with roaring fireplace, comfy-looking brown leather couches, and (of course, with three men living here) a huge TV with what looked like at least four gaming consoles. Windows surrounded her, though the wall with the fireplace was all logs, leading up to a high roof made from timber.

“You hungry?” Simon asked from where he stood at the stove. “We have bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, and some fruit. I can make you something else, though, if you don’t like any of this.” Mary gaped at him. He was still naked, though his wet hair indicated he’d showered. Apparently, he thought too highly of his manliness to cover up while frying bacon.

“We also have coffee, water, and juice,” Patrick said from the fridge, where he too stood naked, also having showered.

“Coffee, please,” Mary choked out, dumbfounded.

Arms wrapped around her from behind and Mark’s freshly shaved chin rested on her shoulder. He smelled delicious. “How’re you feeling?” he asked.

“Um, a little sore,” she replied, then blushed when Patrick and Simon smirked at her. She couldn’t see Mark, but she thought he was too.

They gave her a break, though, and turned away, finishing up with breakfast. Mark stepped back but threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his side while walking them towards the table. She glanced down and saw that he was also naked. She blushed harder and took a seat, grabbing at the plate of pancakes in front of her and helping herself to two. She poured syrup over them while reaching for the cream to add to her coffee and some bacon. She took a gulp, then grabbed her silverware and began eating. After the first pancake and three slices of bacon she glanced up to see all three men watching her with amused expressions on their faces.

“I guess you are hungry,” Patrick laughed. Mary shrugged. She’d earned every bit, and then some. She finished off the second pancake as the men began eating, then settled back with her coffee and looked at them. Each of them was gorgeous which she’d noticed before. But now she had a bit more time to study them. Patrick was the only one with a beard, but it was well-trimmed and suited him, she thought. They all had brown hair, but Simon had light blue eyes and Mark had brown eyes. She’d already gazed into Patrick’s green eyes. They were each tall, at least 6’2″ and corded with muscle, though Simon had the biggest arms and Mark’s abs were the most defined.

“Do you still not remember why you were in the woods?” Mark asked while continuing to eat.

“No,” Mary responded. “Like I said, I think I was running from something, but I don’t know from what.” She looked worried as she looked out a window at the snow still whirling around. “I’m really sorry to impose. Do you think the storm will let up soon?”

“No imposition. I think you may have gathered that we’re just fine with you being here,” he said with a wink before looking back down to his eggs. “We have a woodworking shop out back and only go into town once every few months. You’re a breath of fresh air. As to the storm, I think we’re in for a big one. Don’t think you’ll be going anywhere for a week, at least, and we’ll still have to get the road plowed.” Mark and Simon nodded as he spoke.

Mary relaxed, glad they weren’t upset that she’d clearly be here a while. “I can pitch in with cooking and cleaning,” she offered. “Or… you know. Whatever else you may want.”

Simon and Patrick both frowned at her as Mark spoke. “We loved last night and this morning, but don’t for a second think that we expect that in payment for having you stay here. We’ll all gladly do that again, but not if you think you owe us.”

Mary smiled. They were really very sweet, though she probably shouldn’t say that out loud. “Deal.”

She pushed back from her seat and carried her plate to the sink, then refilled her coffee before sitting back down. “I should remind you that I have a boyfriend, though, and I feel a bit guilty enjoying myself so much with three strange men while he’s probably worried.”

“How about we just pretend he doesn’t exist until we can get you home, hmm?” Patrick asked with a wry grin. She didn’t miss that Simon continued to frown but decided to ignore it. If he wasn’t çukurambar escort comfortable making Steve a cuckold that was his problem.

Mary smiled, then put her mug down. “So, is there like, a naked rule in this house?” she asked. Mark nodded, looking serious. “It’s one of the rules,” he said standing and coming around behind her chair. He pulled her to her feet until she stood in front of him. He slowly untied the robe and pushed at the shoulders until it slid off her, puddling at her feet. “Do you want to know the other rules?”

With shaky indrawn breath, Mary nodded. Mark’s hands wrapped around her, pulling her against him until his hard dick was sandwiched between them. “Rule 1, as stated, is being naked at all times. Rule 2”, he said as he began to kiss his way across her chest, “is to always let us know if you’ve had enough, either for the moment or altogether.” He glanced up at her expectantly and she nodded. “Rule 3, unless Rule 2 has been invoked, is to always be ready for us in whichever hole we want.”

“Rule 4,” Patrick stated as he came around the table and pushed himself against her back, his dick sliding up between her ass cheeks, “is to make sure you don’t let us cum before you have.”

“And Rule 5,” Simon said as he relaxed in his chair, his eyes on the three of them while he leisurely fisted his shaft, “is to take you bareback. Nothing hotter than our cum leaking out of you. You’ll also have noticed that we have a bit of an affinity for hot jizz, though some more than others,” he said, pointedly looking at Mark.

“Are you guys… bi?” Mary asked. She’d thought it really hot when Mark ate her out after two loads were dumped inside her and was more than turned on when thinking about it happening again.

“I guess you could say that,” Patrick replied, his hands grabbing at her hips as he stroked his cock through her cheeks, his precum making her ass a bit wet. “We don’t fuck each other, but there are only so many times you can jack off out here with just the three of us without mixing it up a bit.”

“Think you can live with the house rules?” Mark asked, his hands now playing with her tits and his cock moving between her legs. “Hmm?” he pressed, as Mary became distracted with the number of dicks touching her.

“Oh, yeah,” she replied in a breathy voice as she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted one leg around his hips, pushing her mound towards him.

Mark grinned and Patrick lifted her hips higher and angled her body over Mark’s waiting cock. Both Mark and Mary moaned as Patrick gently eased her down, her pussy engulfing his rod until he was fully embedded inside her.

Patrick continued to lift her up and down on Mark, her ass caressing Patrick’s dick as she moved. He stepped back and Mark took a couple of steps towards the table, resting her back against it as he began to pick up the pace. Simon stood and grabbed the syrup, drizzling it over her tits before leaning down to suck on each, cleaning her up. He stood a moment later and poured more over his own dick, turning to the side to present it to Patrick who’d taken up position on his knees.

Patrick leaned forward and inhaled Simon’s cock, licking the sticky sweetness from it as Mary looked on. She sat up suddenly, arms around Mark as she began to cum, what she’d just witnessed and Mark’s dick thrusting into her making her moan. Mark pushed her back down to the table, holding her hips in a bruising grip as he began to shake and deposit his load inside her. He sucked at one of her nipples as he stopped, his cock still inside her. She could feel his warm cum swimming in her depths and wriggled, loving the feeling and wanting more.

Mark pulled out and Simon turned Patrick’s head towards Mark’s dripping cock. “Taste the two of them together while I add to the mess he made of her pussy,” Simon demanded. Patrick obliged and began licking at Mark’s softening cock, able to get most of it in his mouth as he cleaned it up.

Simon turned to Mary and jammed his dick inside her. “I’m not going to last long,” he warned. “Patrick’s almost as good at giving head as you are.” Six more hard thrusts and he was adding to the load that had begun to leak out of her. As he started to pull away, Mary grabbed him. “Rule 4,” she said quickly, and Simon looked embarrassed. He nodded though, before he pulled away again, and dropped to his knees. He pushed two fingers inside her as he latched on to her clit, sucking it then rubbing it with the fingers he’d just had up her snatch. His tongue entered her cunt, licking up the cum in her tight channel, before shoving those fingers in her mouth and returning to her clit. Mary came seconds after tasting the cum of two of these hot men and her own juices.

Patrick released Mark’s semi-hard prick from his mouth and moved towards Mary. As Simon stood and stepped aside Patrick too began eating her out, cleaning up the cum that had dripped towards her asshole, giving her a juicy rim job before moving back to her clit. Mary came a moment later, completely wrung out. But Patrick still hadn’t cum, and he stood and spun Mary around on the table until her head was hanging over the side. Patrick’s cock slapped against her lips and she opened them, his dick quickly slipping into her mouth. He pushed inside insistently, choking her once before she relaxed her throat and took his entire tool deep in her head.

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SENIOR TRIP 10 (of 12)

Startled, Kenny jerked his cock from her cunt and whirled off of the bed just in time to see the intruder turn and run for the door. Without pause, he followed the ghostly ?gure, overtaking it just as it tried to open the outer door. Grasping the person’s arm, he dragged her (as it turned out) back into the bedroom and turned on the light. “Beth! what the hell are you doing here? How the hell did you get in?”

It was a peculiar tableau, both Kenny and Linda completely naked (although Linda futilely tried to cover herself with the sheet) and Beth, dressed in a short, white robe and slippers. Beth’s face was pure white, both from the shock of, ?rst, seeing her boyfriend screwing her teacher, and second, from being caught spying and dragged back to face them. Stunned, she at ?rst couldn’t ?nd her voice, but then, de?antly, she burst out with, “I was watching you fuck Mrs. Kramer, that’s what I was doing, damn it!”

Kenny’s reaction was immediate, not waiting for further explanation. Five days ago, the thought of punishing a woman by spanking her would not have occurred to him, but the experience ?rst with Linda and then the girls last night, it was almost automatic. He still held Beth by the arm, and with little effort, pulled down on her robe, causing it to fall down her arms onto the ?oor, leaving her standing, momentarily, in a shortie nightgown, buttoned up the front and barely covering her pantyless buttocks. He sat back on the bed, dragged her over his lap and, sweeping the tail of the nightgown aside, he began to give her a furious spanking. While he didn’t think it out, his action ?t the circumstances. He was enraged by her appearance, the anger ?owing partly from being interrupted in the act of screwing and her insolent attitude but, at least as much, from fear and confusion. He was shocked by her unexplained appearance and really upset by what her presence would mean. What would she do what would she say? What did it mean for Linda’? His mind was a confused mess and physical punishment, rather than reasoned discourse, was the automatic reaction.

Linda, of course, was horri?ed and the thoughts that ran through her mind were too ?eeting to catalog. She was, of course, horribly embarrassed, caught in the very act of adultery, a girl, her student, seeing her with a cock buried in her cunt. The nightmare fears that had been suspended since yesterday morning surfaced again, more menacing than ever. That headline that had terri?ed her in her dream changed to Teacher Caught in the Act in Sex Scandal. Actually, there was no coherent thought, just a stream of horrible scenarios ?ashing through her mind as she lay there, almost cataleptic, waiting for whatever happened next. She became aware that something was happening when she heard the sharp smack of Kenny’s hand hitting Beth’s bottom. Brought back to reality by the sound, she sat up, ignoring the sheet falling from her breasts, and watched the walloping and listened to Beth’s shrieks.

Beth was draped over Kenny’s knees, writhing and twisting as she tried, with no success, to get free. As the ?rst blow came, she let out a resounding “Ouch! Stop it, let me up!” Her demands, of course, had no more effect than had Linda’s a few days before. As with those spankings, the smacks were interspersed with cries of pain, commands, warnings of dire consequences and, occasionally, swear words. Smack….shriek….. smack…..”Oww!” “Stop It”…. smack…..”Ooh, it hurts, don’t!”….smack…..”Ouch! I’ll get you for this!”….smack…..”Damn it, quit it!”…..smack…..smack…..smack….. The blows continued to rain down, first on one cheek, then on the other. These were not tentative, pro forma spanks, but real, serious punishment. Beth’s ass began to take on the look of being very badly sunburned, and the pain pyramided, became excruciating as the same areas were pounded time after time. Gradually, the screeching segued into wailing and moaning and demands and threats became pleas.

At ?rst, Linda sat huddled against herself at the head of the bed, but, as the spanking went on, a funny thing happened. Her ?rst horri?ed fear began to wane, or at least, to move to \the back burner, she began to feel a tingle in her cunt, just as she had the previous night when the girls were spanked. She had been well aroused as the screwing had progressed and, as the ?rst terror subsided, that arousal began to return with this new stimulation. Without thinking or planning, she roused herself and moved to the bottom of the bed, sitting where Beth’s feet were kicking up and down. Her eyes were drawn upward to where Kenny’s hand was still belaboring the reddened ass, and, again without any organized intent, focused on the exposed cunt. She found herself comparing the luxuriant growth of dark hair exhibited by Angela and the sparsely covered cunt lips displayed by Beth. As the night before, she felt a tingle in her own cunt as she watched batıkent escort Beth’s legs open and close as she struggled.

The end came quickly, as it usually does when a woman reaches the end of her resources and her de?ance fades. Smack….”Oh, please Kenny, stop!”…. smack…. Kenny, please! I didn’t

intend to spy on you!”…smack ……”I came up to be with you!” That statement ?nally got Kenny’s attention. Crying profusely, partly from the spanking, but in large part from shock and disappointment, Beth gasped out, “We were supposed to try and ?nd a place to be alone….and you didn’t even try! I took the key off of the table so I could sneak up here and surprise you. And I found you…..screwing her! She…she…told us that you had made her last night, and I….I didn’t…didn’t mind that so much, but ….I….I didn’t think that you would be doing it again! And…and…I saw you doing it!” Her tears ?owed even more copiously as she wailed out that last statement.

Thunderstruck, Kenny lifted her to her feet and hugged her close, saying, “You should have told me. You never said anything and I thought you didn’t want to do anything now.” Actually, of course, Kenny had been so busy with Linda that he’d had little time to think of sex with Beth despite his original plans for the time in Washington. As they stood there, tight against each other, he quickly became aware that her nightgown had become unbuttoned in the struggle and that she was naked in front against him. For a full minute or more, they stood, both now feeling a thrill from the intimate contact, something they had never enjoyed before. Beth could feel his cock hard against her stomach and a surge of excitement surged through her, momentarily causing her to forget the circumstances.

Suddenly, however, she saw Linda out of the corner of her eye, and was brought back to earth. Turning from Kenny, tears starting again, this time of remorse, she reached for Linda, threw her arms around her and cried, “Oh. Mrs. Kramer, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you!”

Linda felt tears of compassion in her own eyes as she replied, “Don’t apologize, dear. It must have been an awful shock for you too, seeing us together! Things just happened between Kenny and me, and it certainly doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care for you!” As they embraced, neither woman was conscious, at ?rst, at least, that, with Beth’s nightgown open, their nude bodies were squeezed against each other, but it just felt good in the intimacy of the moment.

Kenny, however, was very aware of their naked bodies and, with the shock and trauma fading away, he was ready for something more. Separating them, he slid Beth’s nightgown off and then gently pushed them back onto the bed, side by side. Both women just lay there, waiting for his guidance, neither having the will do anything on their own. He was the ringmaster, the master of ceremonies; they were the performers who waited his commands. Lying down next to Linda, he rested on one elbow and looked across her at Beth. Reaching over, he took her hand and placed it on Linda’s breast, saying, “Doesn’t that feel awesome? I’ll bet you’ve never felt anything like that!”

Beth, who, of course, had never touched any breast other than her own, was stunned, but, nevertheless, couldn’t help but enjoy what was in her hand. She fondled and squeezed the breast, ?ngering the hard, erect nipple, and saying, “Oh, Mrs. Kramer, they’re perfect! They’re so large and ?rm! I saw them the other night, but I had no idea that they would feel like this!”

Linda wasn’t thinking clearly and really was in a sort of daze. Still not completely recovered from the shock of discovery, wondering what was coming next, she just lay there letting herself be felt and, fortunately, admired. Vaguely, she thought that she should say, “Thank you,” but her mind was closed down and words simply didn’t come.

Knowing how sensitive Linda’s nipples were, Kenny bent over and lightly licked the one near him and then, began, lightly, to suck it. Beth, taking her cue from him in everything, followed suit, lifting the breast to her lips as she did so. The impact on Linda was obvious as she arched her back, pushing her breasts upward toward their mouths. Then, taking Beth’s hand and placing the palm on Linda’s abdomen, Kenny began sliding it slowly, moving in small circles, down over the slight curve of her belly to the mass of curly, ?uffy hair crowning her pubic mound. He moved her ?ngers into the hair, ruf?ing it, and, then, slid between her legs which spread open to accommodate them. As he directed her ?ngers downward, she felt, ?rst, the small bump of the clitoris and then the slick, well lubricated slit between the cunt lips. At that, Linda moved her feet up to her hips, spread her knees further apart, making herself even more accessible. Taking advantage of the openness, he moved beşevler escort their fingers up and down the channel a few times and, when, Kenny took his hand away, Beth made no effort to withdraw hers. Instead, she continued her exploration, ?nally slipping her ?nger deep into Linda’s vagina and, hesitantly, moving in and out gently. The reaction was immediate, Linda’s hips began to raise and lower, matching the rhythm of the “?nger-fucking.”

At that unmistakable sign of real arousal, Kenny shifted down below Linda’s raised hips and signaled for Beth to move also. Both knelt between her legs and, without prompting or even thinking, Linda pulled her knees up to her chest and opened them wide, giving them complete access. Even in her almost comatose state, a ?ash of acute embarrassment surged through her as she knew that everything was exposed. Still, she made no effort to conceal herself, and Beth stared intently at the first live cunt that she had ever seen. She had seen her own, of course, in a mirror, but this was nothing like hers. This was a mature cunt, fully developed with hair-lined outer-lips bordering the red inter-lips that protected the opening into the vagina. Beth was not in the same comatose state mentally as Linda, but she still was reacting primarily to Kenny’s directions. Following his gestures, she once again began playing with and fingering the cunt. Seeing Linda responding to having her clit tickled, she concentrated on it with one ?nger while probing and ?nger-fucking the cunt opening with one on her other hand. She was increasingly excited herself as Linda reacted to her manipulation.

All this time, when she was working on Linda, Kenny’s hands were running all over Beth, even down to her cunt. Suddenly, one of his hands ran up her back in a caressing motion, ending up at her neck, and, then, on the back of her head. She was concentrating deeply on this totally new experience, so she, at ?rst, wasn’t even aware when the hand began a slow, almost imperceptible urging forward. Actually, she had moved very close already, eager to see every detail and to better observe Linda’s reactions. Consequently, she had her head right between Linda’s legs, within inches of the cunt, itself, before she suddenly became actively aware of the pressure and what Kenny wanted. Con?rming that epiphany as she pulled back slightly, Kenny whispered, “Go on, lick her! Use your tongue!” Beth had never dreamed of doing any such thing, never had any particular sexual interest in another girl, but, this situation was like no other! Under Kenny’s direction, she had already felt, fondled and caressed Linda’s body and cunt, building Linda up to a fever pitch as well as becoming very excited herself. At this point she wasn’t thinking of Linda as her teacher, nor was she thinking of the lesbian connotations of her actions. In fact, she wasn’t really thinking at all as she leaned forward another inch or so and, tentatively, ?icked the tip of her tongue over Linda’s clit.

At the contact, it was almost as if a charge of electricity ?owed through Linda, bringing a moaning sigh of excitement and an up-lifting of her pelvis toward the teasing tongue. Encouraged by that reaction and the realization that the touching was not unpleasant, Beth began licking in earnest. She stayed at the clit at first, then moved downward, running her tongue between the spread cunt lips, slipping over the lubricated tissues and probing the hole with the tip. She went back up and then back down several times as Linda became increasingly aroused, her motions indicating the oncoming orgasm. As when Kenny licked her, however, she drew her knees up even higher, mashing into her breasts, and lifted her hips until the entire area between her legs and buttocks were on a level, offering her anal area to be licked. As Beth went downwards, actually backwards now, she, without realizing it, went past the end of the cunt and over the asshole. At that contact, Linda really moved, jerking upwards against the tongue, asking for more. Excited herself at this demonstration of arousal, Beth stayed there for several seconds, ?icking and probing with her tongue, before moving back to the cunt. This process was repeated several more times until, as she reached the clit again, Linda exploded, crying out as she surged upwards, clamping her thighs around Beth’s head, and holding herself rigid — and then collapsed, falling back, legs splayed open.

Beth sat back on her heels, startled by the force of Linda’s climax. She had masturbated, of course, and, at least once, Kenny had used his ?ngers to bring her to what probably was an orgasm…..but nothing like this! And to think that she, herself, had caused it! She felt a tremendous upsurge of heat in her own cunt as she stared between Linda’s legs, hardly believing that she actually had licked it. Her reverie was interrupted by Kenny moving to take büyükesat escort her place, however. The unbelievable series of events culminating with Beth’s initiation to female-female sex finally was too much, and he had to get relief. He abruptly took Linda’s limp legs, placed them over his shoulder and mounted her, sinking his cock into her open cunt. She was bent double, hardly able to move as he began a ferocious pounding of her crotch. This time, Beth was not standing in the door of a darkened room: instead, the room was lighted and she was no more than a foot from the conjuncture of cock and cunt. Every detail of the screwing was laid out before her, every squishy sound was audible, as Kenny drove into and out of Mrs. Kramer (as Linda still thought of her). Beth wasn’t even aware of it, but her thighs were squeezing together and relaxing, squeezing together and relaxing, matching the rhythm of the sex act she was observing, fanning the sexual heat building up between her own legs. Kenny was too hot to last long as he plunged in and out. Linda could hardly move, her cunt merely acting as a receptacle, waiting for the inevitable climax. Still, the continual pounding of her clit was exhilarating, arousing her again. Whether she came when Kenny did is questionable, but her moans and harsh breathing showed that the screwing was not completely one sided.

In any case, Kenny did explode inside of her, grinding against her in a burst of orgasmic frenzy, ?ooding her, once again, with his cum. Pausing for a few seconds, he withdrew his still semi-hard cock from her cunt and lay down beside Linda, pulling Beth between them. Resting on his elbow and looking down at two naked women, he was in nirvana, a situation too far out to even be part of a fantasy. On the other side, Linda rose up on her elbow and had something of the same reaction — it certainly had never been a part of any fantasy she had created! Not waiting for Kenny to guide her, she ran her hand over Beth’s abdomen and up to her breast, cupping and fondling it. “Oh, Beth, your breasts are lovely! They’re so ?rm!” To Beth’s timorous reply that they were small next to hers, she answered, “Well they may be smaller, but they are lovely, and they’ll grow. Heavens, you’re only 18!” That was the last “conversation” for some time, as both Linda and Kenny played with the breasts and kissed and sucked the nipples. Beth was in a weird state: she could feel things being done, but it was almost as if they were being done to someone else. She was no longer there, just her body which was feeling sensations that were so intense that she couldn’t think, just experience them.

Again, without prompting, Linda slowly worked her hand down over the silky skin of her stomach into the feathery, curly blond ?eece that crowned her mound. Linda’s rotated her ?ngers through the hair, barely grazing the clit, but Beth’s legs immediately opened, involuntarily asking for more. Taking the hint, the ?ngers ran over the cunt lips and cupped the entire crotch area before, ?nally, slipping between the lips and sliding through the slippery channel. Beth’s reaction was immediate, her legs spreading wider and her hips ?exing upwards. Linda continued the caressing, lightly tickling the clit and then running downward through the cunt and back up, taking her cue from Beth’s movements as to what stimulation was most effective. She continued this for some time, oddly reluctant to take the next step, waiting this time for Kenny’s leadership. When, at last, he moved down to Beth’s feet, she quickly joined him, and, with his guidance, moved, on her knees, between Beth’s widely spread thighs.

Without waiting for instructions, Beth drew her knees up to her breasts, opening herself completely, giving Linda her ?rst ever direct look at another woman’s cunt. In comparison with her own, the hair was, of course, much sparser, the lips almost bare. The lips, themselves, were much thinner; much less ?eshy than her own, more mature, folds, and the entire area was pinker, giving a very neat, clean appearance. Oddly enough, for an unquestioned heterosexual, it actually looked appealing, and she had absolutely no hesitation in moving her mouth to the small clit and begin licking. She ?icked her tongue rapidly, enjoying Beth’s immediate response, a moan of pleasure and an upward movement of her pelvis. Slowly, she ran her tongue between the cunt lips and began actually licking the entire area, staying in one place if Beth reacted strongly, and then moving on. Trying to do to Beth what she enjoyed herself, she lightly tickled her anal region with her ?nger tip, licking the whole way back occasionally. Then, while licking and gently sucking the clit, she inserted her ?nger into Beth’s cunt, but, to her surprise, it would not go in all the way, encountering a barrier not too far inside. In a sudden burst of awareness that almost made her stop licking, she thought, “My god, she’s a virgin and that’s her hymen! I don’t believe it!” Actually, her own hymen had been broken in some non-sexual way long before her ?rst intercourse, and she was well aware that most girls had theirs punctured in some way (e.g. ?ngers, candles, vibrators, bananas, screwing, etc.) long before their 18th birthday. Somehow, it seemed sexier to be licking a real virgin.

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“Not for every man is the voyage to Corinth” — Herodotus

As they drove along the winding hillside road that overlooked the turquoise Gulf of Corinth, Professor Jon Mitchell thought about the ancient reputation of the city that lay beneath them, in short, he thought about sex. As a history professor of Classical Studies at the American University in Athens, he could imagine it in great detail. Corinth was once Sin City in a way that Vegas would never be sin city. Straddling the isthmus between two seas, it was the stopping off place for many an ancient mariner. In its heyday, there were over ten thousand prostitutes working in brothels and walking the streets in a city of fifty thousand, and another thousand, mostly donated slaves, who served in the Temple of Aphrodite. He enjoyed fantasizing about walking its streets and “worshiping” at the temple, an escape from his life as a faithful and frustrated husband. It was spring, May 1st, and this got the sap running through his loins.

His wife Laura who dozed on the seat beside him was, though gorgeous, quite straitlaced and entirely incorruptible. Despite her brown bedroom eyes, cute button nose, and a figure which was athletic but with ample breasts, sex with her always occurred in the missionary position and under the sheets. And, though she didn’t mind receiving, she only bestowed the rare blow job as a special treat, one to be immensely appreciated. The one time he mentioned a threesome, leaving the gender of the third party open, she had ranted for an hour. Yet he remained true, if only because he lacked the balls to pursue an affair. She was wearing her dark hair short, just as the women of Corinth had. He slid a hand up her toned tanned thigh and under her short black skirt; she slapped his hand. Through the eucalyptus trees and holly oaks, he could see the new Corinth, a much smaller city, and the Acrocorinth, an immense outcropping of rock which rose nearly two thousand feet above it, and upon which the temple had been built.

The invitation to the villa of Countessa Sibyl Lagnos for the “Symposium on the New Archaeologic Finds Relating to the Fertility Cults of the Ancient World” was intriguing both academically and due to the Countess’s notoriety of nebulous origin and unclear character. She was old money and was much talked about in archaeologic circles, though no one seemed to know for what. Most of the other invitees taught in other disciplines, and Mitchell suspected that their coming was simply a matter of social status and elitism. He couldn’t imagine spending the evening with a more boring group of people. It had been far from a blanket invitation to the faculty, and the guests were some of the most prosaic and conservative members of the university. At any party he had attended, Robert Krakow, professor of Economics and incredible bore, and his wife Virginia would drone on incessantly about the need to ban coed dorms and close the Human Sexuality Studies program. David and Rebecca Fichte, professors of Latin and Psychology respectively, were right wing Republicans who only talked politics and who had sent their daughter to a Catholic school for girls in Switzerland when they found out she had a boyfriend. Julie Preston, whose husband Don taught Sociology, was as cute and friendly as her husband was plain and unsociable, but always refused to flirt with him; and Father Spinoza was a dull priest who specialized in the letters of Paul. The other five or six couples were no more interesting; all in all a lifeless collection. It occurred to him, however, that none of them were old, fat, or ugly.

Shaded by plane trees and bordered by oleander, the gravel side road that led to the villa crossed a stream which nearly ran dry. The jasmin and wild marjoram that grew along its banks were withered, and the surrounding fields were still brown despite the season, there being a drought in Greece and most of Europe. Orchard laborers, working in the olive grove above them, darkly muscled and sweating, turned to look as they passed by. Laura woke and rubbed her eyes and seeing them watch her, turned away. The massive stone villa was a green refuge in an increasingly arid world. Built into a hillside overlooking the city and sea, it was roofed with terra-cotta, covered with ivy, and enclosed with the color and scent of mimosa and hibiscus. The Contessa greeted each of the guests with a kiss and a pink cistus flower.

“Welcome to my home,” she said, embracing them.

Jon was immediately drawn to her and noticed that Laura warmed to her touch. Her dark hair reached down to her narrow waist, and her olive skin was bared by the pastel green toga which hung on her shoulder by a gold clasp. Moving with feral grace, her voluptuous body was revealed in parts, a calf, a thigh, a breast. He could not begin to guess her age; and when he looked into her eyes, they were wells of experience, spoke of a wisdom of the body.

A dark sweet red wine, which tasted of spring blossoms in fertile fields, was served as they mingled in the great dining room, a cavernous hall hung with tapestries. Within minutes, the crowd was beginning to drone. He left Laura with Father Spinoza, with ankara yabancı escort whom she seemed content. A collection of stone artifacts was displayed on a large oak table in the center of the room, and Mitchell found Ron Schmidt, the one true archeologist and only interesting person present, examining a figurine of a round, large breasted woman.

“Not much to look at, is she?” Mitchell asked.

“On the contrary, my friend, she is the crystallization of all the wet dreams of that time, much as the Countess is the crystallization of all of mine,” he replied, “Though for that matter, your wife could probably fit that description as well “

“Always after mine, eh? You know, though she may look hot, she’s cold as ice.”

“Seems to be the order of the day at this party,” Schmidt mused.

“How’s that?” Mitchell asked, inspecting the group.

“Well, every woman here seems to be quite desirable but low on desire. They could all use some Eros in their anima.”

Examining each in turn and putting personalities temporarily out of mind, Mitchell had to agree. Virginia Krakow’s long blonde hair cascaded down to her ripe ass, and her firm breasts swelled within her dress as if eager to be released. Mrs. Fichte was a petite redhead whose tight body was like a coiled spring of unreleased sexual energy. Deb Daniels, Poli. Sci. Prof, true DAR., and total prude, was lean and lithe with dark hair and full lips. The men and other couples were all attractive as well. Spinoza was tall and rugged, Krakow blond and well-muscled, Preston handsome and athletic. Some were cute: he was surprised to see Judy Putnam, one of the dean’s secretaries, approach him.

“Nice to see you Judy, and a little surprised,” he said.

“Hi Professor Mitchell. I’m really glad to see you here,” she replied, greeting him with a pert smile. Mitchell had always liked her. She was twenty-four, painfully shy, always dressed in plain clothes, and was rumored to be a virgin. “Yeah, I know. I was surprised I got invited too, but certainly couldn’t pass it up….so, here I am! Isn’t this place cool?” She exclaimed, more bubbly than usual (Was it the wine?)

“Indeed,” he replied, “And what do you think of the collection?” He asked, holding up a life-size stone phallus for inspection.

“Yes, is the size adequate?” Schmidt joined in.

She blushed and stammered, grinning, then was saved by the dinner bell.

They were seated on the floor at low tables arranged in a semicircle, reclining on satin cushions. Some of the women were a bit perturbed, finding it difficult to “lounge” in evening gowns, but held their tongues. Dresses were hiked up, tight zippers loosened.

“It brings me great joy to see you all here tonight,” began the Contessa, “I pray this will be a pleasurable and enlightening evening for everyone.” There was a general murmur of gratitude and agreement, and she continued. “Some of you have had a chance to view the artifacts we excavated recently on the Acrocorinth, and I look forward to hearing your opinions over dinner. The main body of the symposium, however, will be after dinner in the form of an interactive presentation. But first, let us have entertainment!”

Six scantily clad girls of various races and in their teens to early twenties appeared. Two ebony and two olive-skinned girls with heavy gold necklaces and bangles began to dance; an oriental girl with a lapis lazuli choker and bracelets played a wooden flute; and a blond girl adorned with pearls and shells played a mandolin. Dinner was a combination of Greek and Middle-eastern cuisine and, as was customary, was to be eaten with the hands. As they feasted on dolmades, hummus with pita, couscus with spicy lamb, avogmando soup, beef with quince, and shish-kabob, Mitchell noted with surprise that no protest or complaint was raised by the prim and proper. He watched as Virginia Krakow licked her fingers, and Rebecca Fichte fed her husband playfully, then cleaned his mustache with her tongue. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen several degrees, and a sensual laughter rose above the tables like an aroma while more wine was served.

“Did you find my specimens interesting?” the Contessa inquired of Mitchell and Schmidt, who sat to each side of her.

“Not nearly as interesting as this party,” replied Schmidt.

“Indeed. But, yes, I was quite fascinated,” added Mitchell, “Where was your dig?”

“About 200 meters north of the Temple of Aphrodite site. I am somewhat ashamed to admit it, but I had some large pieces moved from the excavation here, as I feared vandals once they were uncovered. We found two altar stones intact.”

“Really? That’s quite extraordinary,” said Schmidt, “When can we see them?”

“Soon. Ah, you have some hummus on your cheek,” she said to Schmidt, then wiped it off with her finger which she then sucked clean. The three spent the next twenty or thirty minutes discussing archeology, but neither Mitchell nor Schmidt were able to concentrate much.

Laura, who had been flirting unabashedly with Phil Daniels, grabbed Jon by the collar bahçelievler escort and, pulling him to her, gave him a deep wet kiss.

By the time they had finished dinner and moved to the “theater,” there was much hugging, touching, and caressing taking place. The women were flushed and the men sweated. The theater was more or less outdoors. Six stone pillars with burning torches in sconces supported a wooden lattice overgrown with bougainvillea, and myrtle bushes with white flowers of amorous scent grew everywhere. Beneath the fragrant roof, three rows of cushioned benches formed a half circle around a stone altar with weathered carvings. The top of the altar was covered with a white cloth, and the end that faced the midpoint of the half-circle was concave, with a golden bowl resting on the tiled floor at the base of the notch. On a dais above, a second stone altar rested covered with a green cloth and with its side facing the half circle. Upon it were two lit candles, two small glass bowls with golden trim, a golden chalice, a phial of perfume, a stack of seven silver bowls, and an urn of olive oil. Behind this, a large sycamore tree grew, and sheer curtains hung from its lower branches. The musky odor of incense mixed with the fresh night air and the fragrance of the flowers. The moon was rising.

When everyone was seated, Jon and Laura in the front row with her head resting on his shoulder while she stroked his inner thigh, Sibyl approached the high altar and bowed before it. Rising, she turned to face the group of twenty guests.

“Sisters and Brothers, humankind has fouled the earth; we have fouled the earth,” she began. “The Goddess, the source of all that grows, all that lives and breathes and moves, has been forgotten. The rain does not fall, and the sun burns down upon us. The olive tree withers and our throats are parched.”

A boy and girl entered appearing anxious but resolute, and knelt at Sibyl’s feet. They looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old and were also dressed in green robes.

.”This must not be,” she said, then took a glass bowl in each hand, one of which contained a cloudy white liquid while the other was filled with a clear fluid. Jon thought he detected the tangy odor of semen. “Oh, Goddess of many names, we make a libation to You.” Holding one bowl high, she said: “The seed of Man,” then holding up the other: “The water of Woman.” She emptied each into the gold chalice, then supped from it. As she turned again to face the crowd, the clasp of her robe was released, it fell to the floor, and she was naked before them except for her golden necklaces and the golden chains around her waist and ankles. Her muscles rippled and her dark nipples were erect. She was flushed and her eyelids fluttered. “Praise be to the Goddess.”

Though a few people gasped, some taken aback by her beauty, others by her audacity, no one turned away. Breaths quickened and the smell of arousal mingled with the other sweet odors. Jon caught glimpses of guests touching and rubbing themselves, and reaching over to fondle the genitals of others, not necessarily their spouses’. Sibyl placed her hands on the heads of the kneeling couple and they immediately relaxed. She brought the chalice to their lips and they drank. They seemed to melt, moaning, glassy-eyed, and panting. When they were stripped of their robes and turned round, the crowd could she her glistening pubic hair and moist inner thighs, and his hard pulsing penis which strained upward.

“The Goddess Aphrodite demands to be recognized. Hectare demands to be remembered. Asherah must be appeased. To Hathor and to Astarte we must make our appeals.”

The two teens walked hand in hand to the lower altar, and she lay on her back at the notched end, her moist gaping vagina exposed to the audience. She looked with heated anticipation into the eyes of the boy and at his twitching cock. He stood between her legs.

“We entreat you, Goddess, please hear our cry, You who make the grass grow, the flower blossom, and the tree bring forth fruit.”

The boy entered the supine girl with a single hard thrust and she groaned in pleasure. As he began to fuck her with steady strokes, she writhed and moaned beneath him while his sweat dripped onto her breasts. Before they could reach release, the priestess held up her hand, and they stopped abruptly. They separated and stood, quivering with passion and sweating.

“Let us ready ourselves for the sacrifice.”

The boy and girl went to the worshippers and began to undress them. As the boy unzipped her dress, Laura pressed herself against him and kissed him, probing his mouth with her tongue. The other guests began to disrobe, some almost ripping off their clothes. Virginia Krakow, normally too modest even to make love with the lights on, was now frantically stripping herself naked before a crowd of near strangers. Jon noted that the men were all hard and the women were flushed with desire as clothing was tossed aside or left heaped on the floor. A teenage girl, blond and beautiful and cloaked in a white robe, was led in by the dancers, balgat escort now nude except for their jewelry, who firmly gripped her arms. Jon started when he realized he knew her: she was Justine Williams, a sweet high school exchange student from Missouri who had audited one of his courses. She looked afraid, too afraid to speak, as she was led to the green altar. The dancers pushed her down by the shoulders in front of the Priestess, and held her down. Sibyl raised the chalice in her hands.

“Great Mother, source of love and life, hear us as we consecrate this virgin unto you.” Then to the girl: “Drink child of the elixir of life.”

She brought the chalice to Justine’s lips, and when the girl hesitated to drink, the dancers pushed her head forward, indicating to her that she had no choice. She wrinkled her nose as she swallowed the pungent fluid, but didn’t gag. As she stood, apprehension still showed on her face, but her body had relaxed, softened and warmed. The girls removed her robe revealing her supple body, youthful and golden, her small pert breasts pointing upward, and her chest heaving slightly. Her wrists were bound together by soft leather bands. She was led to the lower altar, and her hands were secured at one end while her feet were tied to the notched end. Her knees were bent, her legs spread, and her buttocks slid down to the notch displaying her virginal cunt to the crowd. Its lips were swollen. Sibyl carried the phial and urn to her side, then poured a thin line of oil down her body which the dancers immediately began to rub into her skin, massaging her breasts, arms and thighs, and pausing at her mound of Venus. Drops of perfume were dabbed on her forehead, between her breasts, and at her navel and pubis. Jon felt intoxicated as he inhaled the aroma. She was becoming aroused and moaned softly.

The teen couple came forward, and the girl climbed on the altar on her hands and knees with her pussy inches from Justine’s face. The boy entered her from behind with his still erect cock and began to pump into her. Justine could she their joining organs and smell their sex, their fluids dripped down on to her lips. As he came, screaming, he withdrew and spurted his heavy load of cum on to her face and in her hair. She writhed beneath them reaching out with her tongue to collect as much of his emission as possible. The girl reached down and scooped it up with her fingers and fed it to her eager mouth.

A large black man cloaked in red entered and stood at her feet. The guests looked on, excited but horrified at the thought of what might be about to happen. They were relieved to see that, when he dropped his cloak, he did not hold a knife. Instead, his spear of flesh, at least nine inches in length, bobbed before his muscular form, its veins pulsing and precum dripping from its end. This was to be a different kind of blood sacrifice.

“Oh, Goddess from whom the juice of procreation flows, seed of man and water of woman, accept this sacrifice and hear our prayers.”

“Please,” Justine whispered as she gazed up with hunger and fear at the black’s large organ. Jon couldn’t tell if she was pleading for release from her bonds or from her desire. The black placed his cock at her opening and slowly eased into the tight orifice. She cried out in pain and pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. He withdrew till only the head remained within her, then plunged again till he filled her to the hilt. As he began to fuck her with a slow rhythm, he reached up to fondle her oiled breasts, pinching her nipples as she trembled beneath him. “Please. . . Fuck me,” she moaned. His tempo increased till he was pounding wildly into her, his massive balls slapping against her ass. He groaned as he reached orgasm, and she let out an animal cry, guttural and savage, as she shook uncontrollably. Jon could see tears in her eyes and wondered if they were tears of joy, pain, shame, or all three. The ebony cock was coated with their juices and with a thin film of blood as he pulled it from her. A few drops of the crimson liquid oozed from her open cunt. Justine lost consciousness.

Sibyl came down from the dais to kneel between Justine’s legs, then slowly and with great relish, licked up the products of the initiation. When she was clean, she stepped back and, with hand extended in invitation, said, “Come, share in the ritual of sacrifice to the Goddess. The Goddess be praised.”

A collective sigh rose from the worshipers, and their breathing was rhythmic, almost synchronous, like a single organism in heat. Some of the women were frigging themselves with their fingers, eyes glazed with lust. One by one, woman alternating with man, the twenty walked up and knelt between Justine’s spread legs. On Sibyl’s bidding, they kissed and licked the overflowing cunt, then the men thrust into her with their throbbing organs till they filled her with their cum. With each new fucking, semen was squeezed out of her and, that which was not consumed by the participants, dribbled down into the golden bowl. Proper men and women, many of whom had never even tasted a penis or pussy before, were now lapping up the bodily fluids of a crowd with gusto. Justine woke, moaning and crying for more, when the first man entered her. When all the men had spent themselves within her violated sex, Sibyl lifted the golden bowl above Justine’s head and said “Drink.” She opened her mouth wide to receive the excess semen, licking her lips as she swallowed. Some was dripped onto her body which the dancers rubbed in with their deft hands.

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Readers, by starting here you have missed some significant events and a necessary understanding of the characters in the story. You should start this story from the beginning. This is the second of four parts. (My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing.)

*

Eventually, I’d gone home very late that Sunday night. I had to convince Kim and Ray that I was all right emotionally and that I wouldn’t let my internal voices sweep me away. I brought all my packages too. I was keyed up and savoring the entire weekend, especially the sex. Since I wasn’t sleepy, I put everything carefully away and even picked out the new outfit I would wear to the office the next morning. I think it was two o’clock when I finally put my head on my own pillow.

Needless to say, I thought a lot about Ray and Kim and all the things we’d done over the weekend — particularly losing my virginity. I actually did feel more self-confident. Further, when I thought of my two lovers, I felt all warm and wooly inside. I was surprised that I didn’t feel sore from my deflowering, but I guess Ray had been careful enough so that I wouldn’t be. I made a mental note to get some birth control pills; who’d have thought I’d ever need them.

I awoke amazingly refreshed at seven-thirty. I’d had some active and vivid dreams but had trouble remembering them. I knew at least one dream had been sexual with an orgasm involved. I thought I should start sleeping in the nude rather than the grubby t-shirts I’d been using and that Kim had allowed me to keep.

I showered and then started getting dressed in my completely new wardrobe. The thong and uplift bra were the starters. I then spent twenty minutes working on my hair and makeup — about twenty times longer than what I had normally spent prior to meeting Kim. I chuckled to myself at how she was changing my life.

I wore light tan slacks with matching three-inch heels along with a flowered blouse. I choose some simple jewelry to go with it. I realized I was still wearing Kim’s diamond earrings; I left them in my ears and made a mental note that I needed to return them. I smiled and thought I really just wanted an excuse to see them both again.

As Kim suggested, I stood and studied myself in my full-length mirror. I thought, “Wow. What a dish!” I liked my hair in the twisty style Antonio had showed me, my makeup, my dress, the heels — the whole package. Now I just needed to garner some of that self-esteem I seemed to lack and make a go of it.

As I drove to work, I kept repeating Ray’s mantra as well as variations that told me I was a pretty woman, that I was competent, and that I was friendly and outgoing. I needed some deeper convincing, but I would act ‘as if’ I was all these things.

I felt as though this was my first day at school. I got more nervous the closer I got to work. When I finally parked my car, I just sat in it for five minutes and tried to get my sea legs back. In the end, I decided to treat it as if it really were my first day at work, only I knew exactly where to go and what needed to be done for the fancy website I was building for one of the company’s clients.

I strode into the office building flashing my security guard. He actually stopped me and checked my badge; something he’d never done before. At first I thought he hadn’t recognized me, but then I realized he was checking me out. As I walked down the corridor to my cubicle, I became increasingly aware of heads turning behind me. I thought of Kim referring to me as a ‘hot dish’ and decided I’d hold that self-image for the next hour or so.

That idea was quickly blown apart when Dave, the guy in the cubicle across from mine, saw me and came over. “Wow! Joyce, you must have had one fantastic weekend. I mean you look fantastic … not that you didn’t look OK before, but like … I mean I like your hair and, gee, you’re different. I can tell right off the bat. I mean … oh, anyway, just Wow!” He was stammering and sputtering so much, that I actually felt sorry for him.

I said, “Yea, some friends talked me into a makeover and some new clothes. It’s the same old me underneath.” I plopped down in front of my computer and started to fire up my technology so I could get to work. Dave stood there staring at me for another minute before he went back to his own cubicle. I thought, my God, do I really look that different. I guess I had one vote that I did.

One by one each of the guys in the office sauntered by my cubicle, even coming from other floors in the building. Each man made it a point at least to say, “Hi Joyce.” A few added something statements such as, ‘Looking good!’ to their morning welcome. Normally, I slipped in and out of work completely unnoticed, or so I thought.

In mid-morning, Karen Weeks, one of the other developers in my department came by. She said, “I heard you had a new outfit and I had to see for myself. You are one fine lady. Tell me where you went, and how to get the same reaction you’re getting from all these Ankara escort nerdy guys — I’m jealous.”

I laughed nervously and then thought of Ray’s challenge. “Come have coffee with me, and I’ll tell you my secrets – at least some of them.”

Karen said, “Let’s go,” and off we went toward the Starbucks down the block. On the break, I explained about my new look and my shopping spree on the weekend, including the trip to Goodwill to rid myself of an unattractive wardrobe. In that one break, we actually laughed more than I had in the entire previous year.

Bill Wilde, one of the business development guys, stopped by my cubicle just before lunch and asked whether he could take me to lunch somewhere — anywhere. After a short bout of voices in my head telling me how inadequate I was, I reluctantly accepted his invitation. He drove us down Main Street to a little Mexican restaurant, and we had a quick lunch sitting outside in the summer air. Fortunately, he did most of the talking and I just nodded encouragingly at him every now and then. He really thanked me when we got back to the office.

Several other people that I almost never talked to stopped by my desk in the afternoon ‘just to say hello.’ I was gracious and wondered what all the fuss was about. I had to admit by four o’clock, that I was finding ‘small talk’ a little easier than it was at the start of the day. I’d never been good at it before.

I called my doctor and got him to phone in a prescription for birth control pills to my local pharmacy. The little voices in my head had a field day with this situation, but I managed to subdue them.

About four thirty, I answered my phone; it was Kim. “Joyce, hi; can you come to dinner again? Casual or come as you are. Whatever.” I accepted with enthusiasm.

I swung by the house and picked up some of my new casual clothes and my swimsuit — just in case. I stopped by the drugstore and picked up my prescription, and then a wine shop and got a bottle of red wine on the way to Ray and Kim’s. I arrived just after six thirty.

Kim welcomed me at the front door with a huge hug and a hot kiss. Ray repeated the process seconds later. I was a little unsure of myself after having been away from them for almost twenty-four hours. Secretly, I was sort of glad they wanted to pick up where we’d left off.

Kim read my mood; she said, “Though you left us and went home and to work, we still love you. Nothing’s changed since last night. We both hope things are better since you’ve had time to think about it all … Any reservations? Problems you want to talk about?” Ray saw that this was ‘women talk’ and headed for the kitchen with the bottle of wine I’d brought.

“I just feel a little nervous,” I said. “I don’t want to do anything to come between you and Ray, and I guess I want to protect myself too.”

Kim said, “Joyce, you are naïve about sex, love and relationships, and we know that and respect it. We won’t hurt you, yet we do want you to come out of the shell you’ve built for yourself. We want you to be a whole person. No more self sabotage by having such a low opinion of yourself and your social skills – and going out of your way to duck social situations or romantic situations.”

I nodded and hugged her. I pulled away and told her, “You should know I got a prescription for birth control pills. I haven’t taken any yet. I’m embarrassed to admit that I really liked our time together last night.”

Kim said, “Don’t be uncomfortable. We can talk very openly about sex with each other — and with Ray too. If you’re willing to experiment, to try new things, and to get out of your comfort zone, you can have fun, and love in ways you haven’t even imagined yet. We’d like to show you some of those. If you’re willing to fantasize and share some of your ideas and wishes with your partner or partners, you empower them to please you.”

“Well,” I said, “I like to kiss you — to French kiss you and have you kiss me back.”

We embraced, and Kim’s tongue snaked into my open mouth. We kissed passionately for a few minutes until there was a masculine ‘A hem’ from the doorway towards the kitchen. We both stopped and looked up at Ray who was standing there holding two glasses of wine. I felt like I’d been ‘caught.’

Ray smiled and said, “I’ve been slaving away in the kitchen, stamping the grapes and fermenting it to this fine vintage, and you two have been screwing around without me. What thanks I get!”

We both took our glasses from him and set them on a side table, and then I lip locked with Ray and thrust my tongue into his mouth. Oh, he tasted so good. Kim was right there too. We had a satisfying few moments, and my temperature went up ten degrees.

Ray finally came up for air. “There are hors d’oeuvres in the kitchen. Can we postpone this lovely activity for a few minutes?” Kim and I both assumed a pout, but pushed Ray towards the kitchen.

“Oh, your earrings,” I remembered, quickly ankara olgun escort tugging on my ear lobes. I handed them to Kim.

Kim took them for a second then took my hand in hers and wrapped them around the diamond studs: “Joyce, people that love each other, give each other gifts. Please accept these as a token of the love I feel for you. I know you’re struggling with that emotion and whether you can even return it to me — to us — and that’s OK. Just keep these regardless of how you end up feeling, as a … a memento from loving friends.”

I got all teary immediately. “Kim, no one’s ever given me anything like this.” Sniff. “And you know that no one’s ever loved me — I haven’t let them.” Sniff. “And now you and Ray come into my life and blow me out of the water.” Sniff. “And I’ll never be able to pay you back with anything so nice. ” Sniff.

Kim pulled me to her in a loving hug. She assured me that I’d have plenty of time to do things for her too. I put the glittery earrings back on. Kim watched and said, “They look so right on you. It changes your look from average to high class, and you, my darling, are one high class broad.”

“I hope so,” I said. “I’ve been trying to act like one all day.”

Kim probed about how my day had gone, and I told her about the parade of people that had come by to see the ‘new me,’ getting asked for fashion and shopping help, and getting taken to lunch. Kim said, “You keep dressing like this and all sorts of wonderful things will happen to you. Just remember, you are a social creature, so don’t say ‘no’ automatically — say ‘yes’ automatically, then follow your bliss.”

Ray fluttered around the kitchen finishing a pork loin tips covered with Hunan sauce laid over freshly cooked string beans. Later when we dined, I had to admit the meal was superb. Ray served us fresh fruit for dessert.

After we’d cleaned up the kitchen, the three of us stripped and went into the hot tub. Ray had left the exterior lights off as he had the night before so we could wander around the outside of the house and not embarrass ourselves, or their neighbors should they really peer into their pool area. After we’d dried off, Ray swooped me up, and carried me into the house, upstairs, and into the master bedroom area. I actually giggled as I held onto his naked body for dear life. Kim followed, laughing at Ray’s attempt at machismo.

Ray laid me carefully on the bed and asked, “What is your pleasure, maiden?”

“You — making love to me,” I answered. “You don’t have to be quite so careful tonight. I just got over my period, and I thought a lot about the timing since last night. I want you to cum in me. I want to see what it’s like.”

A little voice in my head fired off a stream of negativisms: ‘Slut. You’ll get pregnant and be abandoned. You are being used. You’re not worthy of having friends like these people. These people only want you for your body. You only want them for their bodies and the sex, you slut.’ I closed my eyes for a few seconds and ran through the mantra and several other more positive sentences about our relationship and love.

Kim lowered herself between my legs again and in thirty seconds had me squirming and moaning as her tongue found all my points of pleasure. Ray was French kissing me and rubbing my breasts. I slid off the planet towards the land of bliss.

I felt Kim’s fingers enter my vagina. I was moist down there and I know I’d started to secret my sexual fluids again just thinking about what we were going to do. Kim suddenly found a spot inside me that sent me skyrocketing into the sky.

“Oooooooooooh, Kim, what are you doing to me? What’s that? Oh jeeeeeeeeeeze!” I exclaimed as I panted and writhed on the bed.

Kim said, “That, Darling, is your G-spot. Nature put that there for Ray and me to use to make you cum over and over and over again. It’s a little area on the wall of your vagina that is loaded with pleasure nerves. I think it connects straight to your brain right where you send instructions to the rest of your body about cumming.”

She put her fingers back into me, found that area and lowered her mouth to my clitoris. I rose up off the bed in the most spectacular orgasm of my life. I yelled something out to them — I don’t even remember what, and collapsed in pile all aglow with sex.

“THAT WAS FANTASTIC!” I screamed as I regained some measure of sanity. I reached out for Kim as Ray cuddled me to his naked body. She came and kissed me.

“Oh, I can taste myself on you,” I told her. I kissed her again and experimented whether I liked or could just tolerate my sexual taste. I finally said to her, “You know, I don’t taste too bad — especially mixed with the taste of you.” I’d tasted something the night before, but only now was I cogent enough to make all the connections between what I tasted or smelled and what we were doing.

Ray moved away from me and down between my ankara ucuz escort legs. I pulled them up again, and he went down on me, licking, sucking, and fingering me with abandon as he drove me back up the scale towards another climax. Three minutes later, I crested with another orgasm. This one too was about a Richter eight.

As I floated down, I felt Ray pushing his penis around my pussy gathering some of the wetness for our coupling. He then pushed slowly into me, inch by inch, working his cock into my body. Oh, this felt so good. There was no pain this time, only wonderment and pleasure.

Kim came down and sucked on one of my breasts, raising the nipple to a high state of alert. I was in heaven again. As Ray and I humped together, Kim whispered in my ear about how to make the experience of making love better. “As he thrusts into you, push your pelvis forward to meet him. That’s it. Use your hands on his chest — gently pinch his nipples; he likes that. Lock your ankles behind his back — that’s it; see how you can control him a little that way. You can pull him deeper into you that way. Deeper is better. You can even rub your own clit — try it. Make yourself cum while he’s still in there. It’s OK — it’s not bad. That’s it.”

I was in heat. I just wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck. I wanted my orgasm. I got one — a small one with Ray deep inside me as I masturbated my own clit. He kept up, and I could feel the tension mounting. I rubbed by clit faster to match his pace.

Kim was still whispering to me. “What you think about has a lot to do with how you cum. If you think nice warm fuzzy thoughts, that’s the kind of climax you’ll get. If you think thoughts about rough sex — hard, pounding, and sweat-inducing fucking — you can have some really hard climaxes and even ejaculate your own girl juice. You did that yesterday, more because it was your first time, but you’ll learn to control it — at least a little bit. Rotate your hips into him — that’s it. See how that feels different. If you hold that position, his cock will hit your G-spot sometimes and drive you wild.”

He was hitting my G-spot, and I was getting near a big cum. The rough sex ideas were running in my head — what interesting ideas. I started to use my legs to urge Ray to jam his cock into me — to use the full weight and muscles of his body to drive deep into me.

Then it happened. A thousand fireworks exploded at once in the heaven of my mind. I know I ejaculated a lot of girl juice. I heard Kim giggle with excitement. The pleasure for me started way back, deep in my body. The walls of my vagina started to become more sensitive and tender — not in a way that hurt, rather in a way that milked every ounce of sensation from the cock that was moving back and forth in me with a new urgency I was promoting with my legs.

Then the sensations reached my brain, and I went wild. I was having a colossal cum. My back arched so much, I think I lifted Ray up off the bed as he continued to pound into me. He announced his own climax, and I could feel his semen shooting from his cock into my velvet tunnel. Oh, I’d found heaven on earth. My hips rotated into his final thrusts, and then we stopped, frozen in our ecstasy, locked together through our genitalia and the body fluids we now shared. The feeling of some ultimate pleasure washed through my body — overtaking my brain and every pore of my body.

And then all went black.

When I came to, Ray was cradling me against his chest and Kim was spooning against my back. They both smiled at me, and I felt their love.

Ray said, “What you experienced is called la petite mort — the small death.

“You blacked out,” Kim said softly. “That can happen some times. It’s all right, you only fainted for a thirty seconds. Do you feel OK?”

“Yes,” I nodded, “Better than all right. I feel like I just spent a week in heaven. I didn’t want to leave.” I kissed Ray. “You, sir, are a divine lover. Do you do that to all your women? Somehow, I think you do. I’m so lucky that you chose me.”

We cuddled for several minutes and I savored the warm, sexual feelings I was enjoying. Kim pulled from behind me and guided me to lie on my back. I didn’t understand what she was going to do until she spread my legs and again went down on me, this time clearly with the intent of sucking Ray’s cum from deep within me.

“Oh, Kim, are you sure? I’m all sloppy and smelly down there.”

“I’m sure … and you will taste and smell divine — my favorite flavors and scents.” I felt Kim’s tongue dig deep into my pussy. Then Ray was beside her duplicating her actions on my pussy. He used two fingers to pull his fluids from inside me so he and Kim could lick at them.

Kim came up the bed to me and gestured to her mouth. My God, she was asking whether I wanted to take the fluids she’d sucked from my cunt into my mouth. I thought for three seconds and then nodded. “Yes,” I said cautiously. “I’ll try it.” I was far from my comfort zone.

I opened my mouth, and Kim French kissed me, in the process depositing the mix of her saliva, my vaginal juices, and Ray’s cum. What a wonderful mixture. It was musky and scented with my female smell as well as with Ray and Kim’s odors. I loved it. I savored it as well as the kisses from her. Then we slowed again.

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