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Author’s note: This is the second in a series of (generally) shorter stories about the couple in the Lucky Over 40 series, and their friends. They have a rather adventurous sexual relationship, and are very much in love. Overall, these tales are about them exploring various sexual kinks. You do not have to read any of that series to enjoy this, although some things might be better understood if you do.

Please check the story Tags to see what you may or may not like. There is also reluctance, some cock worship, a prostate massage, and a cum kiss. If anything bothers you, it might be best to try another story, otherwise, I hope you enjoy reading this one. If you like it, please add some stars, and even a comment at the end. Your feedback does help inspire me to continue writing.

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Jill and I have been having a lot of fun sexually “exploring,” by trying different things. It all started about a month after we began dating, and took off like a rocket from there. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world to be with her. We also have a pretty unusual relationship in that Jill occasionally “lends my services” to friends, like JJ, in order to ease their sexual frustrations. JJ has become a good friend to us both ever since we met her, when I took Jill to JJ’s Adult Toy Store on a special kind of date. We call her JJ because her name is also Jill, and though that’s part of why the girls bonded, it also got confusing, especially in certain situations.

On the drive to JJ’s store I told Jill some of what happened earlier this week. “So, I sent Ron to JJ’s store to look for bachelor party stuff while they were on standby with the Ambulance the other day. He was working with Donna, who thought it was pretty fun. She did some browsing of her own while JJ showed Ron around and suggested some stuff. But they got an Ambulance call and had to run before buying anything — apparently Donna had already made some purchases, though. They stopped back a few hours later and found JJ had picked out a bunch of things for Ron so he just bought the lot; putting it on my tab!” Jill laughed at that part.

“Yeah, I’ll get some of it back when others chip in, maybe. Either way, it’s worth it to me. I asked him if she was helpful and he said ‘very much.’ I told him Jill’s really nice, and he agreed. I said she’s really attractive, too, and he called her ‘hot.'”

“I bet he did, `cause she is! She gets you going,” Jill added, grinning.

I laughed, “Yeah, well bottom line is, I convinced him to ask her out on a date — after I checked to see if JJ’d be interested, of course. I called her just to say ‘Did my guy come over, and did you help him out?’ kind of thing. She said something like ‘I’m always happy to help a man in uniform, especially a hunky one.’ And yup, she’s interested.”

“Yeah, I know all about her side of it. We talked already.”

“I should have known. They were supposed to have a date last night, you know about that I assume.”

“Of course, she told me this morning. They had a nice casual time, but really hit it off. She gave him a goodnight kiss, and wanted to jump his bones, but decided it would be better to hold off and go for the long game instead of a one night stand. She’s supposed to see him again soon.”

“Yeah, she sure is. Ron’s looking forward to another date, too. I think I did Ok, so far…”

“Yeah, good for you!” she said, squeezing my hand. “What about your little gloryhole escapade, with a blowjob for the guy getting married…”

“Less,” I sort of interrupted.

“Yeah, him, getting one last anonymous blowjob…from Ruth, right? And Ron getting one from JJ, but not knowing it’s her. Still planning on trying that?”

“We sure are. JJ’s gonna see him — or a part of him — tonight, in just a little while. And we’re gonna help, sort of. That’s why we’re headed there now.”

“What, really? Does JJ know? I think she would’ve told me…”

“Yeah, she knows. Look, I’ve played along with your plans several times, and now I need you to play along with mine tonight. Will you do that? For this to work right I need your full cooperation, Ok?”

“Um, yeah, Rob, sure,” she said, a bit confused, or maybe concerned, or both.

“Hey, you trust me right?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Just follow my lead and do what I need you to at the store, like I do for you on your adventures. Then this’ll all work out, just like yours do, Ok?”

“Yeah, Ok,” she smiled at me and squeezed my hand again. “I’m not sure what’s really going on, or what we’re supposed to do, but I trust you and I’ll do what you need, for JJ.”

“Great. If you play along like I tell you to, I think you’ll really enjoy it.”

“Ok, Tiger, whatever you say.”

When we got to the store JJ saw us as soon as we walked in, waving for us to follow her down the hallway to the video rooms with the gloryholes. “They may be here any minute and I wanna be sure they don’t see any of us.” She ushered us into the larger Çanakkale Escort room, number 3, and closed the door behind us.

JJ gave us each a hug and kiss, then said to me, “Thanks for doing your little set-up thing the other day. We had fun last night, and I hope we both do today, too, even if he doesn’t know it’s us, I mean me. This is a little weird, maybe, but hopefully he won’t think it was too weird when he finds out later. Shit, suddenly I’m nervous.”

“If you do a good job, I’m sure he’ll be very happy. I told him you have a pretty strict rule about not doing customers, so…”

“Um, sorta strict, considering technically you’re a customer, and so is he.”

“The point is he shouldn’t suspect it’s you until you tell him, if and when you want to. Anyway, are you ready to meet little Ron…”

“Cute. Yeah, I’m ready. But he may not be all that little — just like little Robbie,” she laughed.

“Hey what about Less? Where’s Ruth, or whoever is taking care of him? Are they using another room? And why do we need to be here?” Jill was full of more questions than usual.

“Relax, it’s under control. I know you like watching, and you’ll like this. Just do what I say, remember?”

JJ winked at me, then turned to Jill, “I dunno what all he has up his sleeve, but just do what he says, don’t ask so many questions, and don’t mess this up for me, please?”

“Yeah, Ok,” Jill replied, still sounding unsure.

Just then we heard someone enter the room next-door, followed by the one on the other side. “Alright ladies, places, it’s almost show time,” I said quietly. “Jill, you’re going to do Less while JJ sucks Ron. You’ve told JJ you still want to try the gloryhole.”

“What?” she said, looking shocked.

“You also said you’d like to get spit-roasted sometime, so if you do a good job on him, I’m gonna fuck you from behind while you finish him off. So drop your shorts and kneel down over there, right now!”

“Um, I’m not sure about this… But I’ll try it… for JJ,” she giggled, taking off her shorts and undies. “Wait, how do we know who’s who?”

“Deejay’s out front and directed them back here, with Ron in number 2 and your guy in 4. She’s supposed to tell them to use the little doors instead of the round holes, so we get better access.”

Just as she said that, one door in the wall opened and a stiff cock emerged near Jill’s face. Soon after, the same thing happened on the other wall.

The girls knelt down and started to stroke the cocks, when the door to our room suddenly opened, startling us all. Deejay stepped in, saying “Hi!” a bit too loudly, then whispered “I had to come down to check. Ooo, I see, you’ve got a nice grip on Ron, and Less is in good hands with Jill,” she tittered.

With that confirmation, JJ kissed the purple head in front of her, gave it a long lick, then wrapped her lips around it. Jill watched her a moment, looked back at the thick cock she was holding, let out a deep breath, and did the same.

“So who’s minding the store?” I asked Deejay.

“Oh, Teddy is. He knew how interested I was and finally told me I could go down and check it out. Or whatever…”

“Whatever?” I asked.

“Well, he knows Jill, um… sorta got stage fright when she tried this on him, and wondered if it might happen again. He thought I should be a good friend and back her up. Just in case, you know?”

“That was his idea?”

“Well, I may have suggested it first, but he’s Ok with it. Really, he is! He’s not the jealous type, and he doesn’t need to be `cause he’s got me hooked. Kinda like you and Jill, I guess. Oh, man, look at her. I think she’s getting into it this time.”

She was, from the look of it. She was sliding her mouth up and down a good sized cock, slurping and humming “mmm…mmm,” as she went. She had a hand through the opening cupping his balls, and one between her own legs.

“Yup, she’s doing very well, so I’ve got a bonus for her,” I said, pulling my shorts off.

“Mmm, more like a boner,” Deejay said, ogling my partial erection. “But if you’re gonna stick that gorgeous cock someplace you should get it really hard first. Let me help with that.” Taking hold of my dick, she dropped down and filled her mouth.

“Deejay!” I stammered. “Umm, Ok, sure… Fuck, you’ve gotten better at that.”

“I had a good teacher, remember,” she said, pulling her moth off me with a slurp. “And some tips from Jill,” she added, with a big lick up the underside of my shaft. “Plus some practice time with my Teddy-the-Bear.” She took me back in her mouth and noisily bobbed her head along nearly the whole length of my fully stiff cock, gagging slightly when she got to the bottom. Her hands held my ass tightly, fingers in my butt crack. I don’t know if she did that to purposely excite me more, but it did…

“Ok, professor, I think he’s good to go now,” she said after pulling her mouth off, and wiping it with her hand. “I like sucking you, almost as much as I like you eating Çanakkale Escort Bayan me. Maybe you’ll return this favor, soon?” she smiled as she sat on the upholstered bench seat.

“Um, yeah, I’d like that. We’ll see,” I said as I moved over to Jill and reached my hand between her legs from behind. She was rubbing herself, and pulled her hand away with a moan as my fingers slid through her lips and inside. She took her mouth off the thick cock and licked its head before stroking it. Looking back over her shoulder at me she asked, “Am I doing a good job, boss? Good enough for that bonus you promised?” She kissed and licked the cock several times as she kept stroking. I could hear Less moaning softly.

“Yeah, I think maybe so. You finish him off and I’ll see what I can do to finish you.” My fingers found her g-spot and stroked it, while I rubbed my dick on her ass. She wiggled her bottom back at me, and her pussy squeezed my fingers. She sucked hard on his cock, making sloppy, slurppy sounds.

After a minute she popped her mouth off the dick and whispered to me, “Fuck me, now, please!” She blew me a kiss and returned to fervently sucking Less.

I slid my finger from her sopping snatch and she moaned a little, the cock still in her mouth. I positioned myself and rubbed my cock head on her wet pussy lips. She moaned again and pushed back onto me. I slid into her fully, with barely any resistance. Her cunt soon gripped me and her pelvis gyrated on my stick. She moaned louder, sucked harder, and Less exclaimed “Yeah… Oh yeah!”

I pumped my rigid, throbbing cock in and out of her eager pussy. Damn, she always feels so good. A couple times we got out of sync and I slid all the way out, but it slipped right back in her warm, wet sex all on its own. She rocked back and forth, helping my cock move in her cunny as her mouth moved along the thick prick. She moaned and hummed with pleasure, the vibrations obviously pleasing less as well.

While fucking Jill, I glanced across the room. I heard JJ uttering cute little sounds as she devoured the cock sticking through the hole in the wall. Her hand was in the hole, but I couldn’t see what it was doing. She seemed very happy, and judging by how the cock kept pushing forward, like its owner was trying to climb through the small opening dick first, I’m sure Ron was fully enjoying it, too.

I noticed another, almost plaintive, sound and looked over to see Deejay with her hand in her open pants, and the other inside her shirt. Our eyes met and she smiled coyly, tucking her head down. “This is hot. I like seeing you two having fun like this. I wish Teddy was here, with his head between my legs…or his cock in me. Mmmm…oh, I’m gonna…mmm…come…” She closed her eyes and tipped her head back.

I began to pound Jill faster, my thighs slapping against her bottom. When I saw I was pushing her too hard into the cock poking through the wall I backed off. It was just in time to hear a low growl from the other room, “Urrgghhh, fuuuck.” Jill’s head lurched; she grunted slightly and stopped rocking. Several seconds later she released the cock from her mouth, licking the tip before it retreated through the wall. The little door closed a moment later.

Jill wiped her mouth with her hand and sighed, pulling off me with another sigh. She turned and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. “Fuck, he gave me a mouthful. Not bad, but not nearly as good as you. Maybe he should try pineapple juice,” she laughed.

“We could give them a case of it for a wedding present,” I chuckled.

“Oh, damn, that was kinda fun, Tiger. Thanks for making me do it. But, my jaw’s tired after that fat cock. One of the many reasons I prefer your perfect penis,” she said with a big smile and a wink. “We didn’t finish our part, though, sorry. You wanna finish now, or wait `till later?”

“Um, well, I think I can wait a bit,” I said, my cock still quite erect and oozing pre-cum.

“Hmm, you need a little clean-up there, Babe. Let me lick it off for you.” Crawling in front of me, she cleaned my cock head without using her hands. She giggled when it bobbed around as she licked. I was still pretty hard and she teased, “I don’t know if he can wait until we get home…”

Just then we heard JJ getting louder, making sensual sounds, and almost sticking her head through the hole in the wall. She had a hand between his legs, pulling as she pushed her mouth fully onto his cock. Deep moaning came from the other room, and JJ began sort of gulping. “I think Ron just finished,” Jill whispered.

After several strokes with her mouth, JJ let the cock slip out; giving the tip a couple licks, followed by a nice tender kiss. We heard a soft “Thank you” through the wall. Jill and I looked at each other and smiled, but Deejay didn’t catch it and asked “What?”

Before we could answer, JJ replied, in a soft southern belle sort of drawl, “Naw, thank you, darlin’,” as the cock backed out of sight and the little Escort Çanakkale door closed. She turned and sat on the floor, slumping against the wall. A muffled voice was heard in the hall and the door next to ours shut, as Jill and I broke out laughing.

“What? Never seen a satisfied woman after a good blow job?”

“No, never heard your southern accent, darlin’,” Jill said, in her own Scarlet O’Hara voice.

“Oh that. I just didn’t want him to recognize my voice, but I really wanted to thank him, `cause I really enjoyed that. But I wanna see if he likes pineapple juice…” she mused. “So hey, how was yours Jilly? I wasn’t really watching you guys. Was it good? Did Rob spit-roast you? And Deejay, why are you still here? Who’s out front?”

“Who’s fulla questions now? You two are almost sisters, I swear. She can tell you the details, but when she finished him off, she did the exact same slump against the wall as you. That’s what I was laughing at.” Jill bit her lower lip and swatted my ass. That made me lurch, which caused my erection to bob and sway.

“Damn I like seeing that cock,” JJ said, “And it’s still looking for action. Did he finish with you, Jilly?”

“Um, no. He said he’d wait `till later, but I’m not sure the poor thing will make it.”

“I’ll volunteer to take care of it, if you want,” Deejay offered eagerly. “I mean, you both just had a workout with your mouths and all…”

“Hey, didn’t I see you blowing him before he climbed over behind Jill?” JJ chided.

“Oh? What was that about?” Jill inquired, I’m not sure of whom.

“Well, he wasn’t hard enough, so I was just helping out. You know… His cock looked so good, and it’s so suckable, and…”

“Yeah, Ok, I can’t argue with that. I guess you’re off the hook. But you’ve got your own stud muffin waiting out front,” Jill told her.

“Stud muffin?” I snickered to myself.

“Hey, you’re my big sexy stud muffin,” she said hugging me and squeezing my butt cheeks with both hands. “And I love this muffin part,” she added, with another squeeze.

“Deejay, go out front and tell Teddy that when I come back — in a bit — you two can come in here and have some private time to…take care of things,” JJ told her.

“But, you said we weren’t supposed to fool around back here during work…”

“Hey, who’s the boss? I can make and break…or bend,” JJ added looking at me, “the rules as I see fit. I think you love-birds might be overly distracted right now and need to take care of something so you can concentrate on work for the rest of the night.”

“Um, yeah, Ok boss. And, THANKS!” Deejay responded, bolting out the door.

“So, stud, who’s gonna take care of you? And Jill honey, do you need some relief for yourself? I know I do after that beautiful cock being only in my mouth. Oh, and ‘little Ron’ isn’t very little. He’s damn close to your size, stud, maybe a little thinner, with a cute little curve. He’s got a nice large head I loved locking my lips on and swirling my tongue around. Ooo, I should order another one of those cock molding kits…”

“Ha, I bet he’ll appreciate that…” I chuckled.

“It’s not for his benefit, silly,” JJ laughed. “But I’ll make it worth his while, just like I need to do for you — with Jill’s permission of course.”

“We’ll see, JJ,” Jill told her. “You may have your own stud muffin now.”

“Mmm, I haven’t seen his muffin yet, but it felt nice tonight. He seemed to like my caresses, but I didn’t try fingering him. I wonder when he’ll let me probe his p-spot? Or use my Feeldoe…”

“Don’t rush it!” I told her. “You can probably win him over, hot stuff; you’re very talented. Just take it easy, as I’m sure you know, even though you seem to have a hard time holding back.”

“Yeah, well… So, Jill, what’re we gonna do about this hot stud, and about satisfying our needs, too?”

“I have a feeling you’ve got something in mind. And since you’re the sex therapist-gonna-be, I wanna hear it.”

“Well, I think at least one of us oughta get a good fucking, and the other could make use of his talented tongue.”

I smiled and raised my eyebrows, looking at Jill to see her opinion. She smiled at me and replied, “Yeah that works… for starters anyway. I call heads — his head, the smaller one I mean. Shit, that metaphor is pretty confusing. I wanna get fucked and he can eat you. What’s the best way to do that, JJ?”

“Well, there are options, but without getting into some gymnastics from the Kamasutra, it’s easiest to just have him lie down while you go cowgirl and I sit on his face.”

“That sounds good, but it’s hard for me to concentrate on either one of you with the other being such a big distraction. How about I fuck Jill, and then I’ll eat JJ while Jill watches. You like that, don’t you?”

“Mmm, yeah, I’m Ok with that, if you can wait a bit, JJ?”

“Yeah, I can do some warm ups while I wait my turn,” she laughed.

“Ok, then. Kneel on the bench, Babe, hands on the back, and spread those nice long legs for me.” When she did, I could see her pubes glistening with her arousal. I ran my fingers between her legs, across her moist pussy and up her butt crack, while stroking my growing cock. Jill eyed me over her shoulder, and JJ watched from the other end of the cushioned bench.

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My sister Rita was in university and I (Dave) had graduated the year before and was now working in the same city. She shared a dorm with a couple of other girls and I had my own apartment.

We’d both got our mother’s skin tone (she was Italian) and between Dad’s build and sports, both of us were fairly tall and fit. She was a few inches under my 6′ and at least 70lbs under my 220 but she looked awesome. Sure, she was my sister but that didn’t mean I hadn’t noticed the fact that she’d developed very nicely in the chest department – not quite a C-cup but they looked much bigger on her small frame. We hadn’t been shy growing up, I know we’d both caught more than one accidental flash of the other either going to/from the shower or not quite shutting our door but I’d never intentionally spied on her and I don’t think she’d spied on me.

We’d always been close, I know a lot of brother/sisters argue and fight but while we had the occasional argument, as we grew up, we were closer to each other than we were to most of our other friends and were generally able to talk about whatever we wanted to. We often just hung out with each other instead of going out, either watching a movie or playing video games. Now that we were living away from home, we were pretty casual when we were together. More than once, we’d hung out with me in just my boxers and her braless in a t-shirt and loose shorts. I’d gotten a flash of nipple or pussy a few times when she bent or shifted the right way but I don’t think she noticed and once or twice I thought maybe she’d been checking me out but other than the occasional masturbation session thinking of it after she left, there was never any sexual contact between us. We talked to each other about the first time we had sex, what we did or didn’t like sexually and even a few things we’d fantasized about doing, nothing was really ‘off limits’.

It was one of those evenings that led up to everything that happened. Instead of her usual talkative, outgoing self she seemed unusually quiet and withdrawn. I asked her a few times if anything was wrong or if I could do anything to help and just got a “no, I don’t think so.” I knew her well enough not to push and somewhat earlier than usual she went back to her dorm. We got together again the next night to watch a movie. I was in the recliner; she was on the couch and she still seemed really quiet so I asked again if something was wrong. She looked at me oddly for what seemed like forever before obviously deciding to talk about it.

“I want to join a sorority.”

“Ok, that’s not unusual, what’s the problem?”

“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard about some of the ‘initiation’ things that happen at sorority parties right?”

“Yep!” Of course I didn’t tell her I’d been to a few sorority parties where things got really interesting.

She had a few more sips of her drink then said she had to go pee; I think just trying to delay what she wanted to say. When she came back, she said, “Ok, we’ve always talked and trusted each other so I might as well tell you. A couple of my classmates wanted to join one of the really ‘prestigious’ ones that’s not easy to get into. They said it would be a lot of fun and asked if I’d pledge with them so I said yes. At first there were a lot of us trying to join but we’ve had to do a few ‘challenges’ and eliminated more than half.

“What kind of challenges?”

“Well,” and she hesitated for a few seconds, “for the first one we had to sneak into the guys change room and get a picture of one of the guys naked without getting caught.”

“Did anyone get caught?”

“I didn’t but a couple of the girls did and apparently they had to give blowjobs to whoever they were trying to get a picture of before they could leave but if you didn’t get a picture, you were out.”

“Ok, what else did they have you do?”

“A couple of weeks ago we had to go out with one of the sisters to wherever we wanted, flash our tits at drivers and get them to honk. The 5 that got the fewest honks were out and then the lowest half had to choose someone from the upper half. Once they had a partner, they totaled up the number of honks between them and the one from the lower half got spanked that many times.”

I chuckled a bit at that and asked, “So you obviously weren’t in the lowest four – did you get spanked or do the spanking?”

Rita smiled a bit and said, “I was happy that I made the top half by 1 honk! I was even happier when I found out that the spankings were done on the bare ass. Some of the girls had tears running down their faces when we were done. ” Then she giggled a bit and continued, “I think the girl I spanked enjoyed it because her pussy looked really bit wet by the time I finished.”

Ok, having a mental image of Rita spanking another girl’s bare ass who was getting excited from it, I was having a bit of trouble hiding my hardon but I managed to ask, “Ok, so what’s the problem, are you thinking of quitting?”

“No… but they’re having a party next Saturday, Bursa Escort it’s the final challenge and we all have to bring a boyfriend to the party.”

I was starting to see where this was going but instead prompted her “and?”

She looked down so I couldn’t see her face and mumbled, “Well, I don’t have a boyfriend so I was kinda wondering if you’d pretend to be mine or else I won’t be able to join.”

I pretended to think about it before saying, “hmm, it’s not like anyone would know me and it’s just for an evening.” Then with a bit of a frown I added, “but unfortunately there’s no chance of bringing some university hottie back here for a night of fun if I’m supposed to be your boyfriend.”

I could see her starting to frown a bit so I let her off the hook with a, “Sure, I’ll go…was just teasing you a bit.”

She looked at me for a second, said “thank you, thank you, thank you!” then pretty much launched herself at me for a hug. Hugging wasn’t unusual but the way she threw herself at me, I ended up getting pushed back into the recliner, it went back and she was almost on top of me. Out of instinct, as I went backwards, I threw my arms around her as well. As a result, I ended up with one hand on her ass and had one of her boobs pretty much in my face. I’d been thinking that she wasn’t wearing a bra and now I knew she wasn’t. It was only a few seconds before she was able to scramble off of me. When she stood up, not only was she beet red, but her nipples were hard and she was and stammering, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to land on you like that!”

I just chuckled and said, “It’s ok…I thought maybe you were just practicing for the party.”

Relieved that I wasn’t making a big deal of it, she relaxed and said, “This means a lot to me – thank you! Maybe if there’s someone you’d really like to date, we could ‘break up’ in the next few days and you could go after her.”

I said that sounded like a plan and nothing more was said about it as we settled down to watch the movie before she headed back to her dorm.

The week went by as weeks usually do and soon it was Saturday, Rita came over midafternoon anxious to make sure I was still good to go. “My roommates said there’ll likely be some party games so I may have to kiss you or one of the other boyfriends and you might have to kiss a couple of the other girls. There might be more but no one’s saying anything – are you ok with that?”

I smiled and said, “It’s sounding better and better – I get to go to a party with one good looking lady and likely get to kiss a few more.”

That got me a smack on the shoulder and a, “you’re terrible!” but she was smiling too so I knew all was good.

We took a cab because we knew we’d both be drinking and sure enough as soon as we got there, we were handed a shot of something that burned on the way down before being allowed in. Once we were inside someone else gave each of us a beer and pointed us toward the back yard. It looked pretty much like a lot of the parties I’d been to…lots of booze and women with some shitty music. Most of them weren’t as good looking as Rita but there certainly weren’t any ugly ones either. I could see quite a few of the other guys seemed a bit nervous as to what was going to happen and were checking out the other girlfriends as best they could without getting caught. Everyone had been told to be there by 5 o’clock and just past 5 one of the sorority sisters came out, got everyone’s attention and said, “I am Sister Anna and to my right is Sister Joan, to my left is Sister Barb and you’ve already met some of the other Sister’s inside. Welcome everyone! We wanted to have a little party for our last few potential new sisters to get together and we could meet their boyfriends and have some fun.”

There was a quick round of introductions of the couples, names, what everyone did or wanted to do for work, how long they’d been dating and how they met. We’d figured there’d be something like this so I was honest that I was in engineering but said we’d been dating for about 5 months and had met at the beach.

After all the intros were done, Sister Anna said, “Ok, now’s the time for all the ladies to show us how much they like their boyfriends by giving them a long, hot kiss – the hotter the better. Remember, not everyone gets to join our group so best make it good!”

We’d figured something like this would be happening and had talked about it so I was quite prepared for Rita to put her arms around me and pull me in for a kiss. At first, we were just trying to make it look as real as possible but I quickly found I was enjoying it more than I should and from the way Rita’s tongue was playing with mine I figured she was enjoying it too. As we kissed, I figured ‘what the hell’ so I reached down and grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her against me. When we finally parted, I realized that there were only a few other couples still kissing, the rest had already stopped. Once everyone was done Sister Bursa Escort Bayan Anna spoke up and said, “Awesome show of affection – at least from most of you.” Then she stopped, pointed at a rather nerdy looking girl and her boyfriend and said, “I think I’ve kissed my dad more passionately than that – you can leave and take your boyfriend with you.”

I could tell they were shocked and so were a lot of the other girls. “Oh” said Sister Anna with a grin, “Did I forget to tell you that this was an elimination party? We only have 7 spots for new members and there’s over 20 potentials here for the final event so guess what – as the night goes on, there’ll be quite a few others sent home as well.”

Rita looked at me, I looked at her and whispered, “I’m good to keep going but if either one of us feels it’s going too far, we bow out – ok?”

She smiled nervously and said, “Ok.”

To help with the new news, pretty much everyone grabbed another drink and a few minutes later Sister Anna spoke up again with, “Ok, here’s what’s next. We’re going to blindfold everyone and have a kissing contest. Each guy will be kissed again by their girlfriend plus at least 6 others and some of the Sisters will join in too. Just to make it a little fairer, no contact other than the mouths. In between rounds the guys will let us know whether or not it was their girlfriend, one point for each right guess and lowest two go home. Ladies, every time the whistle blows, stop kissing, step back and wait to be moved to someone else by one of us. Gentlemen, when the whistle blows either hold up your left hand if you think it was your girlfriend or right if it wasn’t. If we see anyone doing something to intentionally let their partner know who it is, they’ll be asked to leave as well.”

It took a bit but soon all the guys were lined up and blindfolded. At some sort of pre-arranged command, I felt a mouth against mine and very shortly after a tongue was sliding between my lips. After a few seconds of intense kissing, I heard the whistle blow. Whoever it was moved away and I held up my right hand. Not to long after I felt a new mouth on mine and they kissed even more intensely than the first. From there it was whistle, kiss, whistle, hand until the round was over.

Once all the blindfolds were removed and we were able to see again Sister Anna said, “well, that was interesting. Most of you did fairly well but there were four equally low scores.”

After naming the ladies of the four couples, she asked them to step forward and said, “I said we were only going to eliminate two couples so the two who get to stay should thank their boyfriends because the two we’re not sending home were the two that kissed us back the best. Maybe our kisses were that much hotter than the way you ladies kiss them.”

After a few looks were exchanged between the couples, Sister Barb pointed at ladies 1 and 4 and said, “You get to stay, at least for now, the other two will be leaving. Just so the rest of you know, there were two couples that had perfect scores for identifying their girlfriends, Michelle/Peter and Rita/Dave – congratulations.”

Rita and I just smiled at each other – her flavoured lipstick had made this an easy one to win.

As the party continued, we were all blindfolded again and the ladies had to choose whether or not it was their boyfriend sucking their nipples, again mouth contact only.

Seeing as I’d never sucked her nipples before, she didn’t do well on that round but knowing there were only a couple of us with a moustache she did well enough that she wasn’t eliminated. Now there were only 10 couples left so everyone had a few more drinks, then Sister Anna announced the next game. “Now that we’ve had the guys get kissed on the mouth and the ladies get kissed on the nipples, it’s time for the guys to get some more lip action – but this time it’ll be lower down. Back to blindfolds for everyone with the same rules as for the first kissing game except this time ladies, you’ll be trying to decide whether or not it’s your guy you’re sucking or someone else.”

One of the women said she didn’t mind having someone else see and suck on her nipples but wasn’t going to suck anyone else’s cock so she quit and they left.

When all the remaining girls were asked kneel down in a circle facing out Rita looked at me and quickly whispered, “how big are you?” and when I replied, “just under 8 inches and fairly thick” her eyes opened a bit wide but she mouthed a quick, “Ok” just as one of the Sisters came up to blindfold her.

Once the women were blindfolded all the guys were told to take off their pants. I took a quick look around and could see there were only a couple who were similar size and one who was at least 2″ longer. Once we were blindfolded as well, we were mixed up and led into position and then guided forward until our cock was in a mouth.

After the first round, we were told to back up, moved to the right and things were repeated. There Escort Bursa was only about a minute of sucking between every whistle and I just had to trust Rita to do her best to figure out who she was sucking as the guys moved around the circle. I tried to figure out which one was Rita but couldn’t be sure. I did know that there were at least four who gave awesome head, a few that were average and a couple who obviously either didn’t like giving head or weren’t used to my size because they either gagged or didn’t do a good job.

Once we’d made what I guessed was a full circle we were moved away and told to take our masks off. I had a pretty good idea of where I’d finished so my best guess was that Rita was around the 4th one that had sucked me and if she was, she did a damn good job. After they’d tallied all the points, she came in third and the lowest scoring girl was sent home.

Once they were gone, Sister Anna said, “Ok, we’re getting closer, we’re down to 10 potentials! The next game will be ‘musical dicks’. No blindfolds this time and the guys will lay on their backs, in a circle with their feet toward the middle so they can be ridden by one of the ladies. Same rules as before except this time the goal isn’t to guess who your partner is, it’s for the lady to make whichever guy she’s fucking cum. Whichever guy cums first – his girlfriend is out. Every time the music stops the ladies will stop fucking and find someone else to ride but no fucking until the music starts again. As she finished, one of the boyfriends said to his girlfriend, “I love you and I wasn’t keen on you sucking someone else but I don’t want anyone else fucking you – I’m going to leave and I hope you come with me.” She smiled, gave him a hug and said, “I was hoping you’d say that, let’s leave and I might even let you fuck my ass when we get to your place.” I looked at Rita as if to say, “are you good to keep going?” and after a slight hesitation she nodded.” When no one else moved, Sister Anna said, “Ok, guys lay down!” With a quick “Find a dick!” all the ladies scrambled to find a guy. Once they were all in position, the music started. My first lady was short, a bit pudgy but had huge nipples and I quickly realized she also had a nice snug pussy. I was just getting into the groove with her when the music stopped. There was a scramble as all the women moved to find someone new. There was lots of bumping, grabbing and a bit of pushing before they were in position again and the music re-started. My new partner was thin…almost too thin for my liking but she rode my cock with a lot of enthusiasm and it felt great, in fact I was pretty sure she came at least once while we fucked. I could feel my cum building but was holding off ok and thankfully the music stopped which gave me a bit of a reprieve. After they’d switched around again, the next girl was hot…I mean Rita was good looking but this girl was model material. Beautiful face, killer body with pierced nipples and a shaved pussy. Unfortunately, that’s where it ended, she couldn’t or didn’t want to take all of me inside her and as a result I kept slipping out. If nothing else, it gave me a chance to majorly lower the ‘cum-o-meter’ until we switched again. Eventually the music stopped one more time and when it started and the new lady felt me slide inside, she said, “You’re big, I’m going to enjoy this!”

Bit by bit she took it all and she was even tighter than the pudgy one that had fucked me first. Once I was all the way inside her, she started flexing her pussy muscles as she rode me so it was almost like getting a hand job at the same time. I’d been pretty sure the second girl had cum but there was no doubt this time because everyone would have heard her “Holy fuck that feels good…I’m going to cum!” and cum she did, her pussy spasmed on my cock, she thrust down against me even harder and held me in place until her orgasm ended.

I didn’t want Rita to get disqualified so I did everything I could to hold back and thankfully I heard a guy about 3 down from me start to moan, “Fuck, I can’t hold it” followed by a loud, “Damn!” from him. As she stood up, all the guys could see his cum running down the inside of her leg so there was no doubt he came. Knowing he’d cum, Sister Anna blew her whistle and said, “Ok, that ends that one, Rosie – looks like you’re out.”

The ladies took off their masks and the poor girl looked like she was going to start crying and when her boyfriend started to say he was sorry she said, “Damn it – you always cum too fast and leave me horny. You can stay if you want but I think we’re done.”

A few of the guys laughed, he looked embarrassed as hell, just shook his head and started grabbing his clothes too.

“Ok,” said Sister Anna, “Now we’re down to 8 so this’ll be the last round. No masks, no switching. It’ll be girlfriend with boyfriend except this time the goal is to make your partner cum before anyone else and the last one to cum is out. It has to be a hole shot…mouth, pussy or ass, no hands at all.”

Now Rita was looking at me with a bit of concern in her eyes…she’d told me before that she’d tried anal a couple of times, it hurt and she didn’t think she’d want to do it again plus she didn’t mind giving head but didn’t like a guy cumming in her mouth.

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Hi everyone, apologies but life got crazy. This will feature a character who’ll be a ‘slow burn’ while I introduce a new character who will feature heavily in chapter 3&4. I hope you like the story and enjoy! I was thrilled with the reception to part 1.

Besides the new character you’ll briefly be introduced to, you’ll also meet a redhead in part 3, and she will feature very heavily in part 4.

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Friday came without fanfare. Eric hadn’t heard from Amira, nor had he seen her on his daily runs. Despite his hope that Amira and her husband would reconcile, he sincerely hoped she would text him. He found himself staring at her house from his balcony that morning, watching her husbands’ shiny orange SUV depart from their home left him wondering if he should knock on her door. The temptation to do so lingered for a moment before he stepped away.

The sound of his laptop pinging on his couch side table drew his attention. He strolled over to the couch and plopped down, reaching for his laptop he saw notifications from an online friend of his, Joanna. She had a Vietnamese background but was born in bad part of Dallas. They’d bonded over a shared love of stupid videos and he would sometimes stream games for her to watch. It was common for him to check his laptop and see several notifications with videos of slapstick comedy, cute pets and on one occasion the repair of a cow hoof. Eric settled in, a soft smile in his face.

Joanna: What’s poppin’ boo?

Eric: Hey! I’m great, how’s it going with you?

Joanna: I’m gonna be in the city tomorrow, I wanna see you.

Eric grinned, they’d been flirty for months, they’d even sexted and sent each other risqué pictures, but this would be the first time they’d met in person. She’d once drunkenly boasted of being a blowjob queen, and Eric took great satisfaction in expressing his doubt, it was now an easy way to get her to start cussing and yelling at him.

Eric: I’d love that, we can hang out and get drunk.

Joanna: Hell yeah b! Looking forward to seeing that rockin’ bod in person 😉 😉 😉

The topic changed quickly, bouncing between Joanna’s disastrous night at work and her adventure in teaching a new hire how to be a bartender. Whenever they spoke time seemed to fly by, but Eric was still surprised when he felt his phone buzz and the clock read 3pm. A picture of Mo flipping the bird showed that he was calling.

“Mo, what’s up?” Eric said, sitting up a little straighter.

“I’m drunk. At a girl’s place, need to go home but they won’t let me leave alone.” Eric could barely understand him, his words were so slurred.

“No problem, give me the address and I’ll be right over.”

Eric quickly typed a goodbye to Joanna and ran out the door. His phone pinged with a location for Mo. Pressing the button for directions, he threw his phone in the passenger seat and began to drive. As he drove past Amiras’ home he caught a glimpse of her on the Stairmaster before she was out of his sight.

The robotic voice on his phone directed him to a gated community. An overweight, disinterested guard looked up from his phone and ambled out to greet him.

“I’m here to pick someone up from this address.” Eric held up his phone so the guard could see.

“Some drunk kid right, go get him. If you hadn’t come we’d have needed to get him escorted out by the cops.” The guard strolled back into his booth and opened the gate.

Eric drove through, he had never been such an opulent neighborhood. Long driveways with steel gates and high walls reminded him of impenetrable fortresses. Heavy bass blasted through the neighborhood, almost rattling his teeth and directing him clearly where to go. The far more obvious signs of a party awaited his eyes as he saw dozens of cars, bright pink balloons contrasting obsidian colored exterior walls and Mo, swaying unsteadily next to a burly man in a blue suit. He pulled to a halt next to Mo and leaned over, opening the door.

The guard gave Eric a searching look before helping Mo into the car. He was swaying side to side, his head back and mouth wide open. Mo’s phone was ringing, the ringtone a melodious tune unfamiliar to Eric. He leaned over and took his phone, waving as the guard shut the car door for Mo.

“Hello?” Eric flicked the air conditioner on in the car for Mo, before putting the parking brake up.

“Who is this? Is Mo okay?”

“Mo isn’t feeling well, I’m just taking him home now. Who am I speaking to?”

“This is his mother, he told me he was sick and needed help. Nobody was answering his phone.” Mo’s mom, Farida sounded hysterical.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief, “Farida, it’s Eric, we met earlier this week. Mo texted me your address when we made dinner plans. I’ll get him home safe, just relax we’re about twenty minutes away.”

Eric could hardly understand her as she cried and replied, “Thank you thank you! I will make sure everything is ready for him!”

Mo stirred for a minute, “Where’s m…phone?” He mumbled. Eric hung up Çanakkale Escort and handed the phone back to him, “Thank you Eric, I did not wish to call Josh.”

“Don’t worry Mo, I’m just happy to get you home.”

“Josh wants to fuck my mom.”

Eric snapped his head around in surprise, “What?”

“Josh thinks my mom is hot. Everyone does, only you have not spoken of her. It is why I called you.”

Eric just shook his head, “He doesn’t think anything Mo, lets get you home and get some rest. We can have dinner with your mom some other time.”

“Everyone wants to fuck my mom…” Mo slurred, “I hate having a mom everyone loves…”

“Don’t think about that Mo, you’re drunk. When you sober up you’ll feel better and won’t think that.”

Mo mumbled something that sounded like bullshit, but didn’t say anything more.

Eric took his phone and tapped the group chat button for their dinner. After letting Josh know dinner would be cancelled because Mo was drunk, he scrolled up to find the address. The suburb of Blancver was known for small home plots and luxury apartment buildings. The contrast was due to a substantial push in gentrification thanks to the expansion of the college in town. Once he had the address, he departed from the gated community. The sounds of heavy bass soon faded and Mo sat up. A deep groan erupted from his mouth and he threw up violently. The splash-back bounced on Eric’s dashboard and in the foot well.

Eric swore and accelerated, eager to get Mo home. Despite his frustration he knew that Mo was drunk out of his mind. Opening the windows, he tried to ignore the putrid stench of vodka and lemonade.

Fifteen minutes later Eric arrived at Mo’s home. The GPS had taken them to a beautiful, two storey home with a garden of wildflowers. Stepping around to the other side of the car, he helped pull a barely conscious Mo from the car and they uncomfortably lurched toward the front door.

Eric hadn’t had time to knock on the door before it swung open and Farida rushed out to help her son. The rapid-fire comments in a language Eric didn’t understand led to him stepping past the threshold and hoping for the best. Farida began to guide him inside to an airy, blue painted bedroom. They successfully dropped Mo onto his bed and placed him safely in the recovery position on his side. Farida from seemingly nowhere procured a bucket, which she placed beside the bed.

“Thank you for making sure he was home safe. The food he ate must have been terrible.” Farida smiled at Eric.

Eric paused, wondering how much to tell her, “He did throw up in my car, so it would have been pretty bad.”

Farida gasped, “I will help you clean it up, I am so sorry.” She dashed away from Eric and opened a closet. Before he could blink her hands were full of cleaning supplies and she was halfway out the door. He rushed to follow her. As Farida reached the car she paused and sniffed the air. “Did my son drink alcohol?” She turned to ask Eric.

Eric shrugged, “I was just told to pick him up, I don’t know what happened.”

Farida sighed and began to sponge up the alcohol, “His father also drank too much. I have always told Mo to be careful with drinking.”

Eric didn’t know what to say to that, so he simply grabbed some cleaning supplies and focussed on cleaning his car of Mo’s vodka vomit.

Thirty minutes passed in near-silence as Farida and Eric thoroughly cleaned the car.

“I would like to apologize for my son. Would you mind staying for some tea before dinner?” Farida asked.

Eric smiled, “Thank you that would be lovely.”

They returned to the house, Farida guided Eric to the kitchen before quickly moving to check on her son. The kitchen felt distinctly roomy, with modern appliances and a dark wood floor which looked freshly washed.

“Thank you for helping my son.” Farida stepped past Eric, she pressed a button on a stainless steel, sleek looking kettle before turning to face him, her hands under her exceptionally ample chest.

“I’m sure he would’ve done the same for me.” Eric replied, taking a moment to look her up and down. She was wearing a tight, brown long sleeve top and a pair of jeans which clung to her thighs and hips. A pair of immaculate white, sensible shoes adorned her feet. Her luminescent green eyes stared at him expectantly, “But I told Josh that dinner was cancelled because Mo wasn’t feeling well.”

Farida shook her head emphatically, “I insist you stay for dinner, even if my son is asleep, I will gladly feed you for making sure he came home safe. He has had bad friends before who have hurt him, who would not help him.”

Eric smiled, “If you insist I’ll gladly stay for dinner. What were you going to make?”

Farida stepped to her refrigerator and opened the fridge, “I planned on making roti, cooking lamb and tabouli.” She busied herself with taking ingredients out of the refrigerator. “I think I will make this early so that if Mo wakes up he will be able to eat.”

Eric didn’t Çanakkale Escort Bayan respond, but accepted his tea gratefully when it was finally made. “Do you mind if I ask you a few questions, ma’am?” He tried his best to remain polite in the face of a bizarre day.

Farida turned to look at him, “Please call me Farida, ma’am is too formal.” Taking a sip of tea, she elaborated, “Ask what you would like.”

“Where are you from?”

Farida smiled, “I am from Montana, but I have lived in Egypt and Lebanon for most of my life. My former husband is from Dubai and Mo was born here.”

“What happened to your husband?” Eric asked before he could stop himself. He kicked himself internally has Faridas’ luminous eyes seemed to dim.

“He found a younger woman he liked better, he pays me enough so that I remain stable and for Mo’s education.” Farida looked down, “I loved him, but he felt like he could do better. After Mo was born, he withdrew and did not wish to spend time with me. I awoke one morning to a goodbye letter and I never saw him again.” She wiped a tear from her eye, “Mo still speaks with him, but I simply cannot. Years later the pain is still too much.”

Eric stood up and put an arm on her shoulder, “I’m really sorry, what a fool he is to have treated you that way.”

Farida shook her head and clutched his hand, “I worried for Mo, he seemed to withdraw into himself. I very rarely meet his friends, some came for dinner one night but never again. I feared he just had no friends before I saw you and Josh.” Their hands were squeezed together tightly, Farida felt better for sharing her pain for a moment, “I want my son to be happy, not to drink to cope with life like my husband. I do not know why he drank, I wonder if I was his real mistake.”

Eric sighed, “If it helps, I will gladly come over any time. Mo is a nice guy and you have a lovely home. Your husband must have been a real fool because you are nothing but kind and bubbly to speak with.”

“You are very kind, Eric. Mo is lucky to have met you and Josh.” She looked down and sighed, she stiffened slightly and pointed at Eric’s jeans and shoes, “I think you have vomit on your shoes and pants.”

Eric broke away and swore quietly, looking at his pants it was clear there was vomit that he hadn’t noticed. “I’m going to need to clean this.” He sighed frustratedly, “I think I’ll need to go, I don’t want to eat food in your home with vomit all over me.”

Farida shook her head, “That is quite alright, please give me a moment I will find you some clean sweatpants. They will do for tonight.”

Eric sat down at the dining table while Farida disappeared upstairs. She returned with a pair of neon pink sweatpants just as Eric had withdrawn his phone to respond to his text messages. He raised an eyebrow at the sweatpants Farida thrust into his arms, “I hope you do not mind the color but they are all I have in your size. They were an item I ordered online, and they are far too big for me.” She had the whisper of a smile on her face.

Eric looked at them, then looked at Farida again, “Thank you.” He said reluctantly, taking them, “Where’s a room I can change?”

Farida led Eric to the nicest bathroom he had ever seen. The walls were a mix of square, octagonal and triangular tiles with every color he could conceive. A large claw tub sat at one end of the bathroom with gleaming brass taps. The bathroom had two large floor-length mirrors and a sink nearly large enough to bathe in. As Farida left, Eric stripped his shoes and pants off, electing to take off his socks and he threw them into her laundry hamper.

Farida was waiting outside, looking at his pants she began to giggle hysterically. “They look wonderful on you Eric.” She brushed past him, her firm ass accidentally rubbed against his crotch. Eric withdrew in surprise, involuntarily gasping.

Farida turned around to look at him quizzically, her eyes darting from his face to his sweatpants, “Is something the matter?” She asked, her luminous eyes seemed to penetrate deep into his soul.

Eric swallowed involuntarily, the stirring in his groin making him feel exceptionally conflicted. “Nothing, nothing Farida, I’m okay. Just not used to wearing pants this colour.” He forced a grin and stepped out of the bathroom.

He walked back to the dining room and sat down, grateful for the floral table cloth which hid his far more obvious reaction to Faridas’ ass.

Minutes later Farida walked past with the laundry hamper, he looked her up and down as she bounced past. The way her chest jiggled was mesmerising but watching Farida’s hips sway was her real allure. As his eyes followed her toward their laundry, he noticed she had also taken her shoes off, and her feet were on display.

Within moments he heard a washing machine roaring to life. Farida stepped back into the dining room and past Eric to the kitchen. She leant on her tip-toes toward a blue kettle which sat precariously on a handmade wooden shelf. The Escort Çanakkale movement accentuated her legs and placed a little strain on her pants, especially around her thighs. He watched her intently as she made tea. The jiggling of her ass seemed to trigger at the faintest movement. As she turned around to look at him, a giggle burst from her full lips.

“You are not very observant.” Farida turned to look at him as the kettle began to boil, “It is rather amusing.” The smile on her face seemed to broaden as Eric looked at her in confusion.

Looking her up and down Eric felt lost, she was wearing clothes, her black hair was out and her eyes were bright.

Wait.

Eric blinked in confusion, “You’re not wearing your headdress?” He said quizzically, “I thought you had to wear that all the time.”

Farida laughed, “I do not wear it around my home. I wonder how long it would have taken you to notice if I had said nothing.”

“It’s been that kind of day, I hadn’t even thought about it.” Eric looked at her hair, it was shoulder-length and slightly curled.

Farida kept giggling as she busied herself pouring two cups of tea, “Would you like honey or lemon?” She asked.

“I’d like honey, please.” He replied. Farida stepped toward the pantry and quickly retrieved a half-empty jar of honey from a low shelf. Eric watched her slowly spoon honey from the jar into a cup. The slow drip of honey off the spoon was oddly mesmerizing.

Finally, Farida stopped fussing over the tea and carried over two delicate, blue and gold cups to the table. Eric gratefully took his cup and sipped it. The flavor was intensely earthy but tempered by the sweetness of honey. He winced and let the flavor sit in his mouth before carefully swallowing. Farida seemed to have a smile in her eyes as she took a seat beside him.

“I made you Ginseng tea, it is full of antioxidants and good for you.” She said, her own tea had a greener color which she sipped daintily.

“It’s delicious, thank you.” Eric felt like he had no idea what to say.

Farida took a long sip, surveying him carefully, “How are you finding your study? Mo does not speak much about what he learns despite my asking.”

“I find it enjoyable, Professor Waingrove knows what he’s talking about and he cares a lot.”

“May I ask you some questions? Some of the children I look after are challenging and I would like any insight you can give.”

“Absolutely!” Eric sat up in his chair, taking another sip of tea he responded, “If I can’t answer any of your questions I’ll take them to the Professor on Monday.”

Faridas’ eyes shone, “Thank you!”

They began to discuss the psychological principles which Eric had learnt from Professor Waingrove. Farida clearly had an exceptionally sharp mind which she had dedicated to the children she cared for. Eric hardly noticed the time flying past. Finally, Farida took a deep breath and looked at Eric, “I would like to ask you something very personal. It is about Mo, I understand if you will not answer to protect his privacy but I must ask anyway.”

Eric sat back in his chair and sipped his now-cool tea, “Ask away, I’ll be as honest as I can.”

Farida took a deep breath, “Does Mo have real friends? He just never brings any one around for me to meet. I met a friend of his named Thomas, but he never came back.”

Eric exhaled loudly, wondering just how honest to be with Farida, “He does have friends, he even has a girl he’s interested in.”

The look of relief on Faridas’ face made her look even more beautiful. He even noticed a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheekbones which he hadn’t seen before, “Thank you, thank you for telling me. I feared that he would not have friends and be alone in his best years to make friends.”

Eric nodded and finished the last of his tea. He felt a strange stirring in his groin which he wasn’t sure was just from being close to Farida.

Farida continued, “Do you know why he does not bring his friends home then? I have told him often that I wish to meet you.”

Eric flinched and ran a hand through his hair uncomfortably, “I don’t think I should tell you that.”

Farida ran a hand to his and squeezed it, “Please? If I can help at all, I will.”

“Mo’s friends think that you are extremely attractive and that’s why he’s uncomfortable bringing them home.” Eric watched her face fall and cringed internally, regretting his words instantly.

Farida withdrew her hand reluctantly, “Is that the truth?” Her eyes pierced through Erics, he felt like he was being stripped bare before her.

“He told me on the drive over here that it was why he wasn’t comfortable inviting us over.” He responded uneasily.

Farida sighed, then stood up in frustration, “My son has been showing that he has no friends.” She started venting in a language Eric didn’t understand before she glared at him, “Because of my looks my son refuses to share his friends with me? What does he think? Eric, does my son think that I am a whore that will get on her knees for any man that asks? That all I need is a comment and I will fall into their arms?” She started pacing back and forth, her frustration radiating like pure anger.

“I don’t know what to tell you, you are a beautiful woman but I’m sure you’re not like that.”

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It’s an image that will vividly remain in my mind until the day I die.

That of my gorgeous wife Amber, then 28, down on all fours on our white bedroom rug.

Her gorgeous long auburn hair is hanging down around her shoulders, almost to the floor. She’s naked except for the sexy black lace bra and thong she’d bought just that afternoon.

I’m seated on the bed behind her, looking at the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s the work of god. I can’t really see her boobs from my angle, but I know they are magnificent.

Amber is eagerly waiting to be taken doggie style, and my cock is as hard as it’s ever been.

There’s just one problem. She’s not waiting for me, her husband, to fuck her. But rather Harley, our long time friend.

I’m not happy about it at all, but it’s my own damn fault.

The evening before Amber and I were having drinks with Harley in a noisy waterfront bar. There were televisions on with a basketball game between Harley’s favorite team and my favorite team. Amber didn’t have a favorite team, but she likes sports and enjoyed watching the game with us.

By halftime my team, the Bucks, were up by 20 points. They couldn’t do anything wrong. The Lakers, Harley’s team, couldn’t do anything right. I was giving Harley a lot of shit about it.

“There’s no way your bungling Lakers are going to win tonight,” I said. “No fucking way.”

“Maybe you’d like to bet on it,” he replied good-naturedly.

This is where the problem started. While I’ve subsequently made quite a bit of money, at the time I was a struggling lawyer just out of law school with massive loans to repay.

Harley, on the other hand, came from a wealthy family and was making an excellent salary in his executive position at the family’s liquor distribution company.

“I’d bet you in a New York second, turkey,” I replied jovially, “but at this stage in life I don’t have anything of value. I sure wish I did, though, because I’d bet it.”

“Excuse me, but did I hear you say you don’t have anything of value?” my wife Amber chimed in coquettishly, feigning indignance. “I’m not worth anything?”

Amber has always been a fun-loving type who can give and take a joke, which is why I had married her four years before. And why I was still deeply in love with her.

“You’re worth everything to me,” I replied, giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Well, Albert,” Harley laughed, “if you’re so sure your sucky Bucks are going to win, lovely Amber, your only real asset, could be your stake in the bet.”

The three of us laughed.

“He’s got a point, Albert,” Amber said a few seconds later. “If you know you can’t lose, why wouldn’t you make the bet?”

Amber loved to be a provocative, so she wiggled around a bit and batted her eyes for the benefit of both Harley and I. She’s so damn cute! And while always classy, in the right situation she enjoys being flirtatious. Because I know our marriage is rock solid, I let her have her fun.

“I’ll even give you odds,” said Harley, continuing with the joke that I thought had run its course. “You get $1,000 dollars if your team wins, but I get to sleep with Amber if your team loses.”

We all laughed at how ridiculous the suggestion was. At least I did.

“Think of the shoes I could buy,” joked Amber. “Oh, and look, Albert, the Bucks are now up by 24.”

It would be an absurd bet on Harley’s part, but he could make it because he already had a lot of money. It wouldn’t mean anything for him to lose $1,000.

What complicated the situation was a certain aspect of the healthy sex life Amber and I enjoyed. We’d always been adventurous in bed, including fantasy play.

One time, for example, we dared each other to say who we’d like to fuck if we weren’t married to each other. We both knew it would create a tinge of jealousy, stoking our sexual fires.

Both our picks were prefaced with, “I would never, ever break our marriage vows”. But still, the choices we made would be revealing.

I went first and named Charlotte. I should have known that would be a bit of a dagger to Amber’s heart. That’s because Charlotte, a stunning woman, is Amber’s best friend, one I had dated for several years in high school.

“You cheeky bastard, you!” Amber replied, struggling to keep her cool. “You’d like some more of her blonde stuff, is that it? As I recall, she did anal for you, something I won’t.”

“Amber, honey,” I reassured her, “I told you I would never, ever cheat on you. You are the only woman I ever desire. We’re just kidding around. But what about you?”

“I’d do Harley in a flash,” Amber said without hesitation. “He’s good-looking, he’s buff, he’s rich, and he’s funny. Yeah, Harley would be my pick for a good fucking. But like you, I’d never break my vows.”

I was shocked by how quickly Amber had answered, and how she had a ready list of reasons why she’d do Harley. Harley, who at that time had a lot more money than me, something I was sensitive about.

Amber and I fucked like crazy after sharing our secrets. I was thinking of Charlotte Bursa Escort while fucking Amber, and no doubt Amber was thinking of Harley.

We hadn’t had such hot sex like that in a long time. I don’t know how many times Amber came, but I came twice, which I hadn’t done in years.

That year Amber gave me a most unusual and sexy birthday present. When we got ready to go out for my celebration dinner, Amber put on a blonde wig styled like Charlotte wears her hair, and had even borrowed one of Charlotte’s sexiest dresses.

Oh lord did that get me hot! Amber didn’t look exactly like Charlotte because she’s fair skinned and Amber has olive skin, but she looked enough like her to have me imagining that I was going out on a date with another woman. My ex!

My beloved Amber had surprising me by really ratcheting up my desire. No wonder I loved her so much.

But I got an even bigger surprise later when Amber let out a wail while I was fucking her.

“Harder Harley, you big fucking rich hunk,” she shouted, “ram your big cock in my pussy!”

I was stunned. I played it cool, but I wasn’t ready for Amber to enjoy our little game that much. So after playing that game a couple of times we realized it was dangerous and agreed to stop.

Still, I couldn’t forget Amber’s calling out Harley’s name while I was fucking her. Even though it was fair play, a husband doesn’t forget something like that.

That’s the background. Now it was the end of the third quarter in the game we were watching at the waterfront bar, and Harley’s Lakers had only cut my Buck’s lead to 18 points. What NBA team loses after being that far ahead that late in a game?

“Your bet would be looking really good now,” said Amber, giving me a big kiss. “Maybe you should have been more confident.” Her criticism was her edgy way of flirting with me.

But was she serious? And was she making a little dig at my masculinity?

Harley had had another couple of drinks and was getting cocky.

“Tell you what, Albert buddy, I’ll put up $2,000 that my Lakers will still come back and win. Amber, think of all the shoes and dresses you could buy when I lose.”

Amber got a dreamy look on her face.

But I had a tough time reading her. I had assumed that she would have been insulted the moment there was any sign the proposed bet was anything but a silly joke. Yet it seemed as though she was calculating whether it was worth the very small risk for the almost sure possibility that she could buy some new dresses and shoes. Especially shoes. God does she love shoes.

“Well, how confident are you, big boy?” Amber said turning to me and giving me a sexy look.

She was definitely challenging my masculinity.

“Well dammit, it’s a bet!” I said a little angrily in a little too loud a voice.

Harley looked at Amber for her reaction.

“It’s kind of exciting having my body put up as my husband’s stake in a bet,” cooed Amber. “Because if Albert is absolutely positive that he’s going to win, I don’t see any harm in having a little fun. Besides, I already know just what shoes I’m going to buy. I’ll even put on a mini-skirt and model them for you guys some evening.”

“That would be fabulous, but just remember,” Harley cautioned, “there’s still a very slight chance you might lose.”

“Albert is confident that it’s all but impossible, and I trust my husband’s judgement,” Amber said, waving her hand as though she were waving away any possibility of losing the bet.

But then she added something that rocked me a little.

“Besides, if my husband does lose the bet, I can think of worse things than having to have sex with you, Harley.” And you should have seen the sexy way she looked at him when she said it.

We all shook on the bet, but I still didn’t know how serious any of us were.

To prove Harley had taken the bet seriously, when there were two minutes left in the game and his Lakers was still down by 12 points, Harley pulled out a roll of twenty $100 bills. At first he pretended he was going to playfully stuff them into Amber’s bra, but then he handed them to me.

I don’t suppose I have to tell you that my fucking Bucks still lost. My team’s star player fouled out, and then their second best player, a real hot head, was thrown out of the game for arguing a call. Worst of all, the Bucks missed an easy layup to win with just three seconds left.

When all the commotion in the bar died down, the three of us just looked at each other in stunned silence. None of us thought this was going to happen. Amber took the $2,000 from me and handed it back to Harley.

It was Amber who finally spoke after the awkward silence.

“A bet is a bet, right?” she said looking at me.

“Yeah, I guess,” I stammered.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Harley, “I don’t want anything messing up our great friendship.”

“The only thing that would mess it up is our reneging on a bet,” said Amber. “My husband never should have wagered sex with me no matter how great his odds were of winning. But he did. Albert and I are going home now, Harley, Bursa Escort Bayan but I’ll I’ll expect you at our house tomorrow night at 8 pm. I’ll be waiting for you. Do not disappoint me.”

With that she was out the door and I was running after her.

Amber only spoke to me briefly the rest of the night and until just before 8 pm the next night.

“Please, baby, let’s call this off,” I begged her.

“No,” she said, “I could never have respect for you again if we didn’t pay off your debt. And it won’t be a case of me cheating, but of me living up to a basic family obligation.”

When I tried to explain to her how crazy that was, she hit me with a hard one.

“Besides, there’s a little bit of me that’s looking forward to it. Like I bet you would be doing if you won a bet to get some more anal with your old girlfriend Charlotte. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course, but… “

Amber was out of earshot before I could explain myself.

Amber was out most of the day. When she came back it was obvious that she’d had her hair and nails done. And she was carrying a bag from a high-end lingerie store.

She brushed me off when I tried to engage her in conversation, “I’ve got to get ready to pay off your debt.”

Then I accused her of “really looking forward to it.”

She just smiled and told me there was a bit of truth to my fears. But that it had all be my fault, hadn’t it?

She was right.

I was sweating and my stomach in turmoil all day.

Amber, on the other hand, seemed as carefree as could be.

When the doorbell rang at 8 pm sharp, Amber answered it wearing a see-thru negligee that partially obscured her lacy black bra and thong, and her beautiful body. She looked radiant.

“Welcome, Harley,” she said with flirty enthusiasm that filled me with jealousy.

“You look fantastic,” Harley stuttered. He was as nervous as I was.

“Time settle the bet,” Amber said cheerily as she pulled Harley into the house.

“Follow me,” she ordered either Harley or both of us, it wasn’t clear. Amber was wearing high heels and moved her ass in the most seductive manner.

I had a massive hard on. If Harley didn’t, he wasn’t human.

As Amber got halfway up the stairs, she turned, slowly removed her negligee for our viewing pleasure of her body, and dropped it over the railing.

Oh Jesus, was she sexy! And the sexy pouting look on her beautiful face was to die for.

Amber continued to the top of the stairs, where she turned again. She slowly unhooked her bra, letting her magnificent boobs free. Delicately holding her bra with a thumb and index finger, she dramatically dropped it over the railing to the floor below.

I’m convinced there are times when a beautiful woman can do things that would make men do anything for them. Anything. This was one of those times. Amber owned us.

We followed Amber into the bedroom. I sat down on the edge of the bed while Harley stood in the doorway.

Amber proceeded to do a sexy little slow dance for us, playing with her boobs and showing off her body. She ended it by taking an index finger and suggestively pointing to her pussy.

Then — and this is what I’ll never forget — she slowly got down on her hands and knees, her back toward us, in a perfect position to be taken doggie style. She looked spectacular.

“Harley,” she said looking back at him.

“Yes, Amber,” he replied almost fearfully.

“It’s time for you to collect my husband’s stupid debt by taking me doggie style.”

“Albert, my beloved husband,” she then said to me in a firm voice.

“Yes, Amber,” I replied meekly.

“Get out now! I’m not going to let you have the pleasure of watching Harley fuck me.”

Never more stunned in my life, I walked out of the room in a daze. Was this really happening?

I stood outside the closed door for a couple of minutes, but I couldn’t stand listening to the passionate noises they began making. So I went to the guest bedroom downstairs.

Only about 40 minutes later I heard the front door close and a car start up. A few minutes after that Amber leaned her head into the guest room and said, “Time to come to bed.”

“How was it?” I asked softly when we got to the bedroom.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Amber snapped. “Ever.”

We got in bed and lay in the spooning position. Turned on by my wife’s sexuality, I tentatively reached out and tried to caress her shoulders.

“No!” she shouted angrily. “Don’t touch me. Not until Monday.”

The next day she was cheerful and acted as though nothing had happened. I wanted her badly, but it was clear I shouldn’t try to initiate anything for another two days.

I thought it was going to be weird when we saw Harley again, but it was at a friend’s wedding and everybody was in a festive mood. After a few drinks together there was no tension between the three of us.

It seemed as long as I didn’t let jealousy get the better of me, everything was going to be good. Naturally I wasn’t happy with what had happened, but I was relieved Escort Bursa that our relationships were still intact. In fact, Amber and my day to day relationship was more lovey-dovey than ever.

The whole incident would have been completely forgotten had Amber not reminded us of it exactly one year later.

“It’s our anniversary,” Amber said, having maybe had one drink too many in the same waterfront bar.

“Anniversary of what?” asked a confused Harley.

I was puzzled, too.

“You damn men,” Amber laughed. “You don’t remember any important life events. It’s the anniversary of the bet.”

It had been so far in the past that Harley and I had forgotten the date, not that either of us really wanted to be reminded. So we had a good laugh.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep my damn mouth shut.

“You know,” I said, “the odds were so much in my favor that if I had the chance, I’d make that same bet again.”

Harley looked surprised.

Not Amber.

“You would, would you?” she said with a challenging smile.

I couldn’t tell if she was angry or intrigued. Maybe a little of both.

“Hear me out, Amber. The last time I lost there was probably a one in five hundred chance I’d lose. What are the odds of me losing a second bet with those odds? It wouldn’t happen in a ten thousand years.”

“Look,” said Harley, who had been watching a game on the televisions, “I see that the Knicks are up 21 over the Celtics at halftime. Even though the Celts are in big foul trouble already, I still say they are going to come back and win.”

“Bullshit!” said Albert.

“All right,” laughed Harley, “I’ll put $2,000 on the Celts to come back and win. But what are you going to put up? You just got a big bonus. Give me three to one odds.”

I was about to speak up when Amber interrupted.

“No, no, no,” she said.

“Come on,” I groaned, “what’s wrong with a little bet?”

“I don’t have anything against another bet,” she said feistily, “I just think it should be on the same terms as last time, with my body being one side of the wager.”

Harley and I were shocked.

“No way,” I said, “we’re not doing that again.”

“But I thought you are so sure you’re going to win,” Amber said.

Dammit, my wife was challenging my masculinity again.

But we all moved on and started talking about vacation plans.

But Amber’s challenge kept eating at me.

“No, no, no,” I finally said, interrupting the two of them, “I do want to make the bet.” I was a little heated.

“All right!” said Harley.

“And let’s make it even more interesting,” I said.

“What could be more interesting than last time,” said Amber, a little miffed. “Wasn’t Harley getting me enough?”

“Listen, I’m so certain that I’m going to win,” I said, my voice shaking, “I’m willing to put up sleeping with Amber one night a month for a year. What are you going to put up, big boy?”

This was the most contentious moment Harley and I had ever had in our lives.

“Do I have any say in this?” asked Amber, striking a particularly sexy pose. She was kind of liking this.

Before I could answer Harley blurted out his response.

“Ten thousand dollars. I’ll put up 10,000 dollars for the chance to win…

At which point, Amber unbuttoned two more buttons on her blouse and cocked her hips.

“Hoping to win this?” she said. “Ten thousand is a lot of money.”

“Once a month for a year, no way,” I said.

“Why not?” said Amber. “You said you’d take the bet again, all that’s different is that the stakes are higher. You said you couldn’t lose twice. Did you mean it or not? Are you lacking in conviction?”

She was mocking masculinity now.

To make things more volitile, she sidled up to me and rubbed to her boobs against my chest while giving me a peck on the cheek. In full view of Harley.

Damn it all! There was no way that I wanted to take this bet, but there was no way I could back out without losing all my dignity in front of my wife.

“You’re on!” I finally said.

Then Amber shocked me.

“I can’t lose,” she laughed. “If my husband wins, I get $10,000. If he loses, Harley gets me every month. And based on the last time, a woman couldn’t complain about either outcome.”

I was steaming.

But nowhere near as steaming as when the fucking Celts blew their 21 point halftime lead. All they had to do was make one of two foul shots with two seconds left. Just one of two. The jerk missed them both.

Things were a little tense the next two times Harley came to the house and collected on his bet. But not quite as bad as the first time.

Amber was even more seductive, if that’s possible, than before. But I stayed in the guest room the whole time, out of their way.

Then, as hard as it is to believe, the arrangement pretty much became a routine. Amber would mark a date on the calendar, and on that day she’d get her hair and nails done. And Harley, more affluent than ever, would pay for it. He also gave Amber money for her beloved high heels and expensive French lingerie.

I felt kind of weird when Amber later insisted on wearing some of the shoes and lingerie when she and I went out together. I didn’t feel completely right about it, but they were the highest quality. And damn, did Amber ever look great in them. So I accepted it.

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Beginning in 11th grade, my best friend, Sienna, and I would ride our bicycles every Saturday to the Virgin River. We’d hang out, listen to music, and laugh at stupid videos we viewed on our phones. We enjoyed watching the rippling river and wildlife. We didn’t know it then, but the river was nurturing a wildness inside each of us.

My name is Lacey. I’m 5’3″, pleasantly plump with big tits and wavy blonde hair. Sienna is a brunette with a killer body. Some say we remind them of Emily Osment and Sarah Bolger from “Kiss Me.”

I lived less than a half-mile from the river and always arrived first. I loved sitting against the guardrail while the sun beat down my sensitive nipples while thinking of Sienna.

Sienna was clueless. I only dated guys and was afraid to express my true feelings to her.

I enrolled in the local community college and moved in with my deaf grandmother. I majored in accounting and hated it. Sienna went to a hospitality school and lived in an off-campus apartment. She studied cooking and restaurant management.

I started seeing a guy, Bob. He was a musician, and I thought he was really cool. We fucked all the time, and afterward, I wanted to talk, but he always fell asleep.

Sienna and I continued meeting at the bridge. I told her about Bob.

“He thinks the mouth was only made for eating pussy. Don’t get me wrong, I love oral sex, but I’ve heard of parrots that lecture longer.” Sienna giggled.

“I wouldn’t know,” she answered, “I don’t meet any guys at chef’s school. I think they’re all gay.”

That same week, Sienna’s roommate told her she was moving out and that she better find another roommate.

“How come she’s moving out?”

“She says we don’t click as roomies.”

“But I thought you said she’s never there.”

“She’s not.”

“So, how come she’s complaining about you?”

“Believe it or not, she says I make her feel uncomfortable. She thinks I’m gay.”

“What! Why does she think you’re gay?”

“Because I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That’s crazy.”

The next day, I called Sienna.

“You know, I’m getting tired of living with my grandma. So perhaps I’ll move in with you.”

“For real!”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Well, come over and have a look.”

I visited Sienna’s apartment. The place had a wonderfully freaky sexy vibe. The front room was large–with furnishings that begged one to lay down and get crazy. Pink flamingos populated the wallpaper on one wall.

“What do the bedrooms look like?”

“Bedroom.”

“What?”

“There’s only one bedroom. That’s why it’s so cheap.”

I poked my head into the room. It was the opposite of the front room. Two twin beds hugged opposite walls, separated by an end table with a weird-looking lamp.

“If I move in, would you be open to making some changes in that bedroom?

“Like what?”

“Anything, it looks like a dorm room for nuns.”

I watched Sienna’s face for her response. “I don’t know, but why don’t you sleep over some time and see how you like it. No commitments.”

I liked that idea and agreed to come Friday night and stay the weekend.

That night I lay in bed and thought about Sienna. She was so fine. I wondered what it would be like to watch her getting undressed every night. The thought of it made my twat tingle. I fondled my breasts as I pushed my fingers into my pajama shorts and ran them over the folds of my pussy, causing my lips to swell with arousal. I envisioned Sienna against me, her beautiful dark hair cascading across my naked body, kissing me, and squeezing my hardening nipples. Gosh, I needed her. And she knew how to talk! I pushed my fingers into my pussy. I vigorously pumped them in and out of me, gasping and groaning as I imagined they were Sienna’s fingers. I soon felt the exhilarating beginnings of an orgasm rushing through my body. As I peaked, I called out her name, unafraid that my deaf grandmother may hear me. Once satisfied, I fell asleep with a smile.

When I told my grandmother I was considering moving out, she assumed I would live with Bob.

“No gram. I’m thinking of moving in with Sienna.”

“What? Why move to Santa Clara?”

“Sienna, gram. You need a hearing aid.”

“You want to buy rollerblades?”

“Forget it.”

That Friday night, I went to Sienna’s house. She’d gotten some Thai takeout and a six-pack of beer. We shared a few laughs, and then she called an Uber so we could go clubbing.

We went to the River View Lounge, a decent singles club. We both loved to get drunk and dance. We started dancing together, but Sienna’s sexy body drew a stampede, Çanakkale Escort and soon we danced with two guys who bought us drinks too. But they turned out to be jerks, and we went home together. I fingered myself to sleep as I looked over at Sienna.

Saturday, we decided to bike to “our spot” on the bridge over the Virgin River. I loved riding behind Sienna. Her long dark hair blew in the breeze, and I stared at her fantastic ass.

As we approached the bridge crossing, we were disappointed that a couple had gotten their first and were busy kissing. Then, shockingly, we realized it wasn’t a boy and a girl. Instead, it was two girls, and they were going at it hot and heavy.

We continued past the couple and stopped at another bench.

“I can’t believe it,” said Sienna, looking very pink in the cheeks. I could barely breathe. “I thought it was kind of sexy. Did you ever think about trying it?” I asked her.

“No.”

“C’mon, not even once?”

“Let’s change the subject. What do you think of the apartment?”

“I’m still not sure.”

“What are you unsure of, exactly?”

“I don’t know. It’s complicated because there’s only one bedroom. So if I meet a guy, I’d have to go to his apartment, which creeps me out.”

“Or, you could bring him home, and we both could do him,” Sienna smiled lasciviously.

“Oh yeah, sure.”

Sienna wanted to make dinner for us. She suggested we go home. While she cooked, I did her laundry.

“You see how much fun we could have rooming together.”

Yeah, I mused. I loved watching Sienna move around the kitchen in tight shorts, her braless tits bouncing beneath a tee shirt. Maybe I should move in, I wondered?

As Sienna was taking a shower, I thought about the two hot lesbians we’d seen kissing on the river. I was standing in the bedroom, looking at her clean laundry dumped all over her bed. She had the cutest bras and thongs, and I couldn’t resist. So I picked up a thong, held it to my nose, and inhaled her sweet scent. It was all I could do to restrain myself from frigging off, but I heard her turn off the shower, and I dropped the panties.

When she came out of the bathroom, she asked me, “where are we going tonight?”

“Let’s go to the Spotted Pony.”

“That’s a lesbo bar.”

“C’mon, let’s try it. Just for the fun of it.”

“You’re crazy.”

“It’s the same as any other bar, and there won’t be any lame guys trying to hit on us.”

“Okay, you win.”

We had no idea what to expect as we approached the club. The music was so loud we could’ve danced to it from across the street. Gorgeous women of all ages streamed in and out the door. Some of them were holding hands.

Inside, the dance floor throbbed as dozens of beautiful women danced and swayed beneath the multi-colored lights flashing over their heads. There was more estrogen on the dance floor than booze behind the bar. I watched in wide-eyed wonder as two women embraced and tongue kissed. Girls on the dance floor openly caressed their partner’s body.

It was a catharsis. I felt at home being in a room with women only. Sienna liked it too. We stayed all night dancing, drinking, and watching the women brazenly fondle their partners at the bar and on the dance floor. Finally, we went into the loo to pee, and I swear there was a couple in the next stall getting it on.

It made me so fucking horny. When we got home, I went into the bathroom and told Sienna I was going to take a shower. I ran the water while I sat on the toilet, running my vibrator up and down my gushing gash. Oh, how I wished it was Sienna’s tongue.

The next day I caught Sienna gazing at me when she thought I wasn’t looking.

“Last night was fun,” she said. “I liked it. Do you want to go back next week?”

I gave her a sultry look and nodded yes.

That week was the longest one of my life. I spent it back at gram’s, and it

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Friday, I was back at Sienna’s.

“Look what I bought.” I pulled out a pink-tinted bulb I had picked up and held it out for her to see.

“Wow.”

“You like it?”

“Yes, it goes with the pink flamingos.”

“Exactly, now what do you say we put this bulb in the lamp in the bedroom?”

Sienna liked the idea, and I moved the lamp to a corner on the floor. I switched it on, and its light cast a seductive pink glow against the walls.

“Hmm, sexy.”

That pink light set the tone for the evening. Sienna donned a tight-fitting black crop top without a bra and an equally tight gray mini Çanakkale Escort Bayan skirt. She looked fuckin’ fetchin. I wore ripped, faded jeans and a tight top that displayed my incredible cleavage.

The “Pony” was more crowded than the prior week. How many lesbians live in this town!? So we drank, danced, sweated, and swayed on that packed floor. All the while bumping into each other as Sienna stole looks at my cleavage; I pinched her ass.

After forty minutes of hot dancing, we withdrew to a table and shared a Long Island Iced Tea, then a second one. Sienna put her arm around me. We sat so close she could look down at my stiffening nipples. My hand crept down the small of her back to squeeze her firm, shapely ass. I leaned over and whispered into Sienna’s ear.

“Sienna, you are my best friend. But secretly, I’ve always wanted you to be so much more. I want you, Sienna. I want you so bad. I have to have you tonight.”

“Lacey, you are so fucken hot,” she breathed into my ear. “I’ve always wanted you, too, but I couldn’t admit it.”

We came home horny as hell. I slammed the door behind us. We shared private thoughts and jokes for two years, and now, we would share our bodies. I placed my hands on her hips. I looked into her seductive dark eyes and her sexy mouth, her lips begging for attention. She bent her head towards me, and we kissed. Her mouth was wet and inviting. Mmmm, she tasted so damned good. I placed my hand on the back of her head to pull her closer and stuck my tongue into Sienna’s mouth. She moaned into my mouth as our hands explored each other’s bodies for the first time. Finally, she broke the kiss, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom.

We stood in the pink light, and without exchanging words, we pushed the beds together. Sienna stared boldly at me from her side of the bed and pulled off her top, revealing her small but gorgeous titties, her nipples protruding like pencil erasers. She did a half turnaround, slowly unzipped her skirt, and let it drop to the floor. She turned back around and gave me a sultry look that made me weak. I quickly shed my clothes except for my panties.

We crept across the beds and met in the middle. Sienna wrapped her arms around me, and I slipped my hand inside Sienna’s thong to grip a fantastic ass cheek. She quivered and sighed. It was so empowering that I could make a beautiful woman sigh that way. She moaned when I ran my other hand up and down her back. She was so warm, and her heat spread to my body.

“Ohh, Lacey, suck my tits, gorgeous.” I ran my hands over her mounds, which were so deliciously firm. I then licked my lips before covering a taut nipple with my mouth.

Ohhh, she whimpered. It felt so damned good. I began sucking and pulling on that tit, making her squeal.

I scooted closer, so my crotch rode up and down her smooth tanned thigh. I reached down and covered her pussy with my free hand. She was leaking like a cauldron.

“Ohhh, Lacey, please take me.” She moaned.

I pushed her down on the bed; she only wore her pretty black thong. The one I had dreamily sniffed in the laundry room. I was so damn anxious to taste her pussy. I took off my panties and savagely pulled off Sienna’s, soaked with her pre-cum. She spread her legs wide and smiled at me. The pink light perfectly illuminated her swollen hood. I had never been so close to another woman. The sweet scent of her sex drove me out of my mind.

“Ohhh, Lacey,” she whimpered. “Please put your fingers inside of me and make me cum.”

Something native took hold of me. I stuck two fingers inside Sienna. It was one of the softest things I’d ever experienced. I massaged her clit and vagina, and she started breathing hard, and I kept massaging her beautiful juicy vagina. Finally, her breath grew ragged, and her pussy gripped my digits. My bush was a bonfire, and I squeezed my legs together, but I wanted her to come first and had to restrain myself. I curled my fingers inside Sienna and whimpered: “Come for me, lover, please come.”

“Ohh, Ohh, yesss, yes!” By now, her head hung halfway off the edge of the bed; she looked like an angel, bathed in pink light, eyes squeezed shut, her amorous mouth open, and lips glistening. Her ribs were straining against her skin. The picture of exquisite bliss, something savage craved to leap from her body. Finally, she sharply pushed her pussy up to meet my demanding hand.

I thrust in and out of her with greater intensity, and soon her hips bucked hard against my hand, the walls of her pussy clenching even harder around my fingers.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, Escort Çanakkale Lacey, AAAGGGHH! She cried out as my hand drove relentlessly in and out of her sex and drew out her climax.

Omigosh. I came too.

I crawled up her body to meet her mouth, and our hot lips melted upon impact. I wasn’t through. Sitting up on my knees, I pulled back my hair.

“Are you ready to cum again, lover?”

“Uhuh,” was all she could say between ragged breaths. I kissed my way up her thighs before sticking out my tongue to lick that hot pussy. She was on fire. Ohh, she made these cute little girlie noises that escaped involuntarily from her wet mouth. I grabbed a firm ass cheek in each hand and lifted her luscious ass off the mattress, so her pussy was up against my face. Her legs wrapped around my neck like a vice.

“Oh gosh, so good, so good,” she moaned.

I alternated licking her pussy and sucking her clit. She writhed and groaned. Geez, she was so fucking hot.

“Oh,” she cried, “stick your tongue inside me, Lacey.”

I know how to follow instructions. I stuck my tongue about halfway into her pussy.

“AAAGGGGHHHH!” she bucked against my mouth and came. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted, and I sucked up and swallowed everything.

I climbed up her body, and she sucked my aching nipples. My hot box was ablaze. Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to feel her, so I slid up to straddle her face, and she pulled my sex down to her luscious mouth and sucked my clit while her two fingers moved in and out of my pulsing pussy.

“Oh geez, Sienna,” I gasped. I had never experienced sensuality like this with any guy. I lost all sense of my surroundings. “Oh Sienna, Sienna, make me come, girl.” I cried.

She relentlessly stroked and licked my cunt and clit until I felt wave upon wave of pleasure spread from my pussy to my extremities. Then, “AAAHHHH, FUCK!” I showered her with my oyster cream.

I came so hard I fell off her mouth and lay panting on the now soaking wet bed sheet. Finally, Sienna went into the bathroom to clean herself off. When she returned, she presented me with my vibrator.

“I discovered your secret toy.” She grinned with lust in her eyes.

She sat down with her back against the headboard, and I snuggled between her legs. She switched on the vibrator and ran it back and forth over my silky slit. She nibbled my ear and, with her free hand, squeezed a nipple.

My vibrator had seven speeds, one for each day of the week I would tease. Sienna expertly moved the vibrator from mode to mode, watching my face and body respond to the action and knowing what I needed to get me off again.

“Come for me, baby. Come for me,” she whispered in my ear as she turned up the pressure.

“Ugh, ahh, ahh. Don’t stop, Sienna, don’t stop,” I cried out.

She smiled and turned the vibrator higher and higher until my pussy exploded. What bliss!

I limply collapsed to lay next to Sienna. She reached out to my pussy and spread my cum over my lips and hers. We kissed. My brain sang a love tune without words.

When I recovered, she lifted herself so that her pussy was over my face, and then she lowered that hot twat so my tongue could lap her lips. I tongue fucked her until she cried out in delight. Then, I got on all fours. I moaned with pleasure as she thumbed my tight ass and diddled my clit simultaneously.

We fucked, sucked, tribbed, and brought each other off countless times before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

The next day we rode our bikes to the bridge. But first, we stopped at my grandma’s. I broke the news that I was moving out of her apartment. I sat on the couch next to Sienna.

“How is Bob?”

“Gram, I’m gay. Sienna and I share a bed.”

“Yes, it is a nice day. You two are well-fed. You’re a cook, Sienna, yes?”

“Yes, but that’s not what Lacey said.”

“I’m sorry?”

“That’s not what Lacey said. We’re lovers. She enjoys sucking my tits.”

“I can’t hear so well, darling. You said something about enjoying a dish?”

“No, grandma. Last night, I yanked off Sienna’s pants and licked her honey drip. There!”

“You two are going to France and need money for the trip? I can lend you some money.”

“Forget about it, grandma. Never mind.”

We left and rode to our favorite spot on the bridge. Thankfully, it was empty. We enjoyed the wildlife, gazed into each other’s eyes, and kissed. I loved kissing Sienna. I couldn’t get enough of her.

We weren’t aware of it, but a lovely young girl walked across the bridge while we were kissing. She was depressed because she wanted to date her volleyball team captain. They’d looked at each other in the gym locker room while standing naked in the shower, but she was afraid to ask her out. So she passed by, saw us kissing, pulled out her phone, and made a call.

“Hello Carly, it’s me, London. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

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Hey everyone, it’s time for another addition to the Bang Gang series!

The usual disclosure – while I have attempted to make every addition to my series accessible and stand-alone, you may get more out of this if you have read the previous stories that I have written. I suppose that means the good news is that if you enjoyed this story, there are plenty more to go back and read, as well as more in the future! All of my stories are chronological, so if you go back and start with my earliest published story you’ll catch up in no time.

All comments and constructive criticism are welcome, and in fact encouraged. It just makes me write the next episode that much quicker. Thanks to everyone who has sent me kind words; it’s why I do it!

MaiaEmpire

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“I don’t know, Rylan. That sounds vaguely misogynistic.”

It was Friday afternoon, and I had gotten home from school about a couple of hours ago. I was laying on my bed in a tank top and a pair of stripe shorts chatting on my cell phone. On the other side of the call was my boyfriend, Rylan.

“There’s nothing misogynistic about it, Beth,” asserted Rylan. I”m just saying that, generally, guys enjoy sex more than girls.”

I rolled my eyes. “You realize that girls can orgasm repeatedly, right?”

“True, but if a guy climaxes, it’s like one big explosion, instead of a bunch of small explosions spread out over an hour. Technically, it’s more efficient!”

“Yeah, because sex isall about efficiency. Let me ask you this,” I countered. “If you scratch an itch inside of your ear, what feels better: your ear, or your finger?

“Your ear.”

I smirked. “See?”

I heard Rylan chuckle. “I suppose so. Though I would say, from my own personal experience, that guys have both a finger and an ear, so we can get the single big explosion or the multiple small explosions! Depending on how he swings, I guess.”

“If you describe getting fucked as a series of ‘small explosions’, that just proves you don’t know what you’re taking about. You think having your prostate stimulated is like a bunch of small explosions, or is it a long, continuous sensation that shakes every inch of your body? Then recall to the amount of nerve endings in the clit, and you tell me what feels better.”

There was a pause. “Point taken,” Rylan eventually conceded.

I smiled, and shifted on my bed. “It’s a shame you’re not here to scratch my itch,” I cooed into the phone. “It sucks you have to go to that function with your parents tonight.”

I heard Rylan sigh. “Yeah, tell me about it. You know how it goes with my parents. And I know I’m hanging with the guys this weekend, but we’ll find some time together, I promise.”

“Ah, scratching the itch with the boys?”

Rylan laughed. “Most likely. If you’re scratching itches with your girlfriends, I might as well scratch mine with my guy friends!”

It was a rather odd dynamic that Rylan and I had in our relationship. Around the same time we officially became boyfriend and girlfriend we had also both discovered our bi-sides and had a small group of classmates we liked to play with. Since we were still high school seniors at the whim of our parents, it was far easier to hook up with our same-sex friends for overnight shenanigans. I know for my part I had been getting tons of girl action, particularly with my best friend Brooke. She was the first girl I had ever had been with, and since we started having sex we’ve also started playing with some of the other girls on my cheer-leading squad.

“I suppose I could see what Brooke or Alex are doing tonight,” I mused. “Speaking of that, you’ll never guess who I had sex with this week!”

“Another girl!? Who?”

“Sofia Lee. She was at my house on Monday and…we did it!”

“Wow!” I could hear the disbelief in Rylan’s voice. “I never would have thought she’d be into it. Alex, sure, she’s wild. But Sofia…she’s so shy and quiet.”

“Well, she came out of her shell…just a bit.”

“Have you told Alex or Sofia about the Bang Gang?”

The Bang Gang was the name of our little club, which allowed us to have our jealousy-free sex romps. It started when the two of us, along with Brooke and her boyfriend, had a week-long orgy during winter break. We all agreed that within the group, it should be no hold barred, and that we should just enjoy ourselves. We had talked about expanding the group, though we hadn’t officially extended invitations to anyone.

“I have not,” I told Rylan, “but I think it’s definitely possible. Sofia might need convincing, since she’s not as out there as the rest of us.”

Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my hand, and I checked and saw that I had another call coming in. It was Sofia’s number.

“Speak of the devil, Sofia is calling me right now!”

“Ah, well, I’ll leave you to it,” said Rylan. “I’ll talk to you later, babe.”

“Alright, Rylan. We’ll do something on Sunday, maybe?”

And he was gone. I shrugged and pushed a button on my Burdur Escort phone to switch to the incoming call.

“Hello?”

“Beth!” It was Sofia, and she sounded rather excited. “What are you doing right now?”

“Right now? I’m just sitting in my room. What’s up?”

“Well,” she started, “my parents booked a last minute flight to San Francisco this afternoon. They took off about an hour ago. They’re going to be gone until Sunday!”

I perked up immediately. “Did something happen? Why are they leaving you behind?”

“Oh, it’s just boring family stuff. Something about inheritance. And as for why I’m not going with them, I convinced them to let me stay home alone. Besides, this might be an…opportunity for some fun…”

I grinned. “Anything in particular in mind?”

“Oh Beth, don’t make me say it out loud!” I could almost hear her blushing through the phone. “I’m calling Alex and Brooke as well, and since we’d have the run of the house, we could see what happens…”

“Sofia, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll get dressed and head over right away!”

I hit End on my phone. Well, I guess that answered the itch question! I tossed off my lounge-wear and threw on some jeans and a sweater, not even bothering with a bra and underwear. I tossed a few scattered articles of clothing into my bag along with some of my toiletries. I headed downstairs into the kitchen, where my mom and dad were sitting at the counter sipping tea.

“Dad, can you give me a ride over to Sofia’s place? The girls are all going to spend the night at her place.”

“Now? It’s supposed to start snowing pretty hard,” murmured Dad over his cup.

“Another sleepover?” my mom commented. “You’ve been having an awful lot of them lately!”

I squeaked a little bit, but kept my cool. “Well, you know, I think we’ve been feeling the senior pinch. Graduation’s in just a few months, and we only have so much time before college, and -“

“Say no more,” assured Mom, “I was only teasing. Of course you should spend time with your friends while you can. Jonathan, take your daughter to her friend’s house before the snow gets too bad.”

After he downed his tea, Dad and I were on the road. The snow was starting to come down while he drove, but the roads weren’t too bad yet. I was pretty antsy in the passenger’s seat; I was so excited I could barely sit still. Dad finally pulled into Sofia’s driveway, behind what looked like Alex’s car. I guess I wasn’t the first to arrive. With a quick goodbye to Dad, I made my way through the falling snow to Sofia’s front door and rang the bell.

“Hey Beth!” Sofia said as she let me in. She looked very cute in a white pullover and black leggings. She surprised me by embracing me and giving me an affectionate kiss on the lips. I hadn’t remembered her greeting me so physically before, and it caught me off guard. It shouldn’t have been too unexpected of a gesture; after all, the last time I saw her we had spent the afternoon having sex!

I smiled at her when our lips parted, and with a small blush she smiled back at me. “C’mon in, Beth. Alex just got here – she’s upstairs in the bathroom – and Brooke said she was on her way.”

“Awesome-sauce,” I said as we walked into the kitchen. It looked like Sofia had been setting up a dozen plates of snacks on her kitchen island – bowls of chips, dips, cookies, snacks, and a few bottles of wine. No clue where she managed to get those from.

“That’s a lot of food! You did all this at the last minute?”

“Well, when I host, I host well. I also ordered a couple of pizzas which should be here before the snow really starts coming down.” Sofia scanned the table, nervously playing with her fingers. “Maybe I should have had one of you pick up some more drinks…”

“Don’t worry, Sofia,” I laughed. “You’re hosting an orgy, not a dinner party!”

Sofia blushed furiously. “Oh my god, Beth, don’t say it like that!”

I touched her arm. “I’m just teasing. Here, start pouring that wine and we’ll relax a little bit.”

“Sounds like a plan!” Sofia agreed.

Just as Sofia filled my glass of wine, the doorbell rang once again. I sipped my wine as Sofia went to the door. Moments later, Sofia threw open the door, with Brooke entering hastily, her hair dotted with snow and kicking off her boots. She shook off the snow and raised her fists into the air.

“Have no fear, I have arrived!” Brooke crowed, and made her way to me. “Hey, Beth,” she murmured as she hugged me close and planted a passionate kiss on my lips.

Our kiss lingered, and when we finally broke, we glanced over at Sofia who was just staring at us. She had a curious smile on her face as she watched us.

“You know,” she observed, “I almost didn’t believe that you guys had been secret girlfriends for the last two months or whatever. But now…yeah, I see it. You two glow. I totally don’t know how I could have missed it.”

“Well, we kept it as absolutely discreet as Burdur Escort Bayan possible,” I answered.

“Yeah, people at our school probably wouldn’t understand,” added Brooke. “And I’d have been mortified if people had found out and started talking. But honestly, I’m glad you know and we can at least be open with you and Alex.”

“Did someone say my name?”

Alex came bounding down the stairs, wearing not one stitch of clothing. She was slightly damp; I assumed that she had taken a quick shower. I heard Sofia gasp a little bit, and Brooke chuckle, as Alex sauntered over to us without a care in the world.

“Hey Beth! Hey Brooke!” she beamed, her firm breasts jiggling playfully. She grabbed one of the glasses of wine and nonchalantly took a sip.

“Alex,” stammered Sofia, “you’re naked!”

“Oh, come on Sofia,” Alex grinned. “We have the place all to ourselves, right? Besides, you seemed to like it when we were naked a couple of days ago!”

Brooke gave a pleased gasp. “Ah, you guys did it?!”

“Twice!” boasted Alex. “I think that losing her virginity to Beth on Monday must have knocked something loose in our dear Sofia, because she’s insatiable now!

“So Alex,” piped Brooke, “are you telling me that I am the only one here who hasn’t had sex with Sofia yet?”

“You guys! Stop it already!” Sofia begged, hands on her cheeks.

I have to admit, it was rare to see Sofia so flustered and bashful. I think she was still getting used to this new arrangement with us – she was always the most composed of our group when the rest of us got rowdy. I stifled a laugh because I didn’t want to tease her too much.

“Be nice, you two,” I ordered the two of them.

“Fine, fine,” agreed Alex, who took another swig of her wine. “So come on, guys. Get naked already! I’m getting lonely here!”

Brooke and I shrugged; after all, these days the two of us were almost always totally nude at every opportunity. I hadn’t worn a bra for the precise reason that I didn’t expect to stay dressed for long. I pulled off my sweater in one movement, and watched Brooke unbutton her blouse as I slid down my jeans.

“No panties or bra, I see,” joked Brooke as she eyeballed me and pulled off her top.

“She was prepared,” added Alex.

I glanced over at Sofia, who timidly was fidgeting with her sweater. It was adorable that, despite being naked in the locker room with us countless times, as well as having sex with two of us, that she was still shy. Maybe she needed a little push.

“C’mere, Sofia,” I insisted, since I had so quickly become undressed, “let me help you.”

Sofia nodded, keeping her eyes downcast, and I stepped over to her. I grasped the bottom of her top, and she lifted her arms to allow me to slowly pull it over her head. I set her sweater on the counter, and proceeded to unsnap her bra. Her small, dark nipples twitched when my hand grazed them. Finally, I took the waist of her leggings and rolled them down her legs.

“You know, girls,” I noticed as I pulled the leggings off her feet, “Sofia wasn’t wearing panties either.”

Alex and Brooke giggled behind me. I saw that Sofia had a smirky grin, and I stood to set her leggings on the counter with her sweater. I turned, pleasantly aware that all four of us were now standing in the middle of the kitchen completely naked. We stood, simply grinning and moving our eyes from one girl to the next, enjoying the moment. I took the time to really drink in each of the girls.

Alex was the tallest of us, and had the best definition of all of us – her abs were absolutely to die for! She was of Irish descent, with long auburn hair and wide green eyes. She perpetually had a grin on her pink lips that welcomed trouble. Her skin was fair from head to toe, with light freckles on her cheeks. Her breasts were almost as big as mine with prominent pink nipples. She had a thin line of dark reddish hair above her pink, flared pussy.

Brooke had even longer hair that spilled down in dark brown waves to her elbows. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, with large friendly brown eyes. In fact, everything was friendly about Brooke’s face. Her nose was slightly larger than average, and I always thought that it gave her a sort of extra cuteness to her. Her skin had a sort of healthy, medium tone to it. Her breasts, while smaller than mine, had lovely nipples which were slightly darker than her skin, but not too much. She kept her pussy shaved and bare and had simply lovely curves.

Sofia was Chinese, and even shorter than Brooke. She had magnificent porcelain skin, with dark little nipples on her small breasts. She didn’t have much in the hip department unlike the rest of us. Though she was thin and petite, she had a long, graceful neck with a bob of black hair to her jawline. Her dark eyes had a deep beauty to them, and her pale pink lips and eyebrows were always measured and even. Her pussy was a light brown, with a short smattering of hair Escort Burdur above it.

As for myself, I had dark blonde hair that went to my shoulder. I had the largest boobs in the room, with pink nipples that pointed slightly upwards. My skin wasn’t as fair as Alex’s, and just like Brooke I kept my pussy completely shaved. I had bright blue eyes along with a crooked grin, which gave the hint that I was up to something. And considering that I was standing naked in a kitchen and ogling a bunch of similarly naked girls, it wasn’t far from the mark. All in all, the four of us made quite a set – all of us pretty, each in our own way.

Brooke eventually broke the silence. “This is very nice,” she said simply.

“Nice? Try hot,” laughed Alex.

The atmosphere was a bit more relaxed now that we were all naked, and it became even more so when we started on the wine. Even Sofia was calmer than she was before – she just needed that extra nudging. While we all lounged around the snacks, and taking every moment to run our eyes over each other enjoying the view, the doorbell rang.

Sofia squealed, covering herself. “Oh no, I forgot about the pizza!” She then proceeded to hide behind the kitchen island.

“Where’s your wallet?” I asked.

“I paid online!” she wailed, crouching and covering her face.

“Oh, just chill. If it’s already paid for, I’ll grab it,” assured Alex, who started walking towards the front door.

“But you’re not wearing any clothes!” gasped Brooke.

“Pfft, whatever,” spouted Alex. “Besides, if he gets a little show we won’t have to tip him!”

“I already added the tip!” warned Sofia, but Alex still strode towards the door.

While Alex may have been fine flashing a stranger, Brooke and I were not. A split second before Alex threw open the door, Brooke and I managed to jump behind the island with a couple of squeals of our own. Crouching down with Sofia, we peeked around the sides of the island to see what was going on.

“Good evening!” Alex belted as she held the door open, bare to the winter air outside. The pizza guy, a sleepy-looking 20-something guy, stood there. Instantly, his eyes were wide open. His mouth was slightly agape, as he stood awkwardly with the pizzas in his hands.

“Uh, I have your boobs – foods! Er, I mean I have your food. Your pizzas,” he ended lamely.

“Oh man, they smell good!” Alex announced, as she reached forward to take the pizza from the poor delivery guy’s hands. “Boy, it’s freezing out here!”

“I can tell,” replied the delivery guy, his eyes transfixed on Alex’s hardening nipples. “Er, I mean…”

“Well thanks for the pizza! Have a good night!” said Alex as she stepped back inside and slammed the door in his face. She then walked back to us carrying the pizzas like it was no big thing. Sofia, Brooke, and I jumped out of hiding at the same time, berating her for showing off like that and simultaneously impressed that she did it in the first place. Alex just laughed it off.

“Alright, you nudey fraidy-cats. What kind of pizza did we get?”

Sofia opened the boxes. “I got one pepperoni, and one vegetarian.”

“How appropriate,” mused Brooke, “No sausage for us tonight.”

There was a full beat before all of us, even Sofia, broke out into hysterical, tear-inducing laughter. Brooke simply sat, grinning at herself. The mood became light again, with the three of us scarfing down the pizza and downing wine like it was going out of style. The four of us were chatting and laughing, with the occasional touching or stroking of each other. I don’t think there was anything I loved more than just hanging out with everything hanging out.

“I have a suggestion,” said Sofia through her last mouthful of pizza, “I started filling up the hot tub a while ago, so why don’t we jump in while we work on the second bottle of wine?”

I held the bottle up to Sofia. “That was the second bottle, Sofia!”

Sofia giggled, and let out a girlish burp. “Well, the third then!” She was definitely getting a little tipsy, and I was all for it.

We went to the back of the house, where Sofia’s parents had a windowed enclosure that housed a 6-person hot tub. The snow was coming down on the other side of the windows, with light reflecting off the snowflakes. It needed a few minutes for the hot tub to fill completely up, so we waited in the chilly room and continued sipping wine and laughing. Once it was filled, we all jumped into the warm foamy water. Almost instinctively, Sofia ended up leaning against Alex who draped her arm around her shoulders, while Brooke cuddled close to me. I felt her hand stroke my thigh as we relaxed in the tub.

“Alright, I have to know,” said Alex suddenly. “What exactly happened during winter break? You and Brooke have been awfully coy about it, and you two obviously had fun with your boyfriends for that whole week.”

“I’m rather curious myself,” added Sofia, still nuzzled against Alex.

“Well, if you must know, we pretty much did everything,” I began. “Hell, we spent pretty much the whole time naked. Kind of like we are right now.”

“Rylan and Mark, too?”

“Yep,” answered Brooke. “The four of us pretty much had nonstop sex with each other. And that includes the boys with each other!”

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One Friday afternoon, I went to deposit a check at my local SunTrust branch. If he wasn’t busy, I usually sat with my buddy the Assistant Bank Manager and we would talk about our sports, girlfriends, and any sluts we may have fucked since our last meeting. Both of us were out for as much pussy as we could get. Neither of us was in any hurry to get married and settle down either. There was too much easily available sex to be had to limit our selves to one woman.

This particular afternoon, Josh wasn’t very busy, but he was expecting some saleswoman to stop by and try to sell him some new office equipment that the bank didn’t need. We talked for about forty minutes before the woman arrived.

I was glad that I stuck around long enough to see what she looked like. Josh didn’t know. He had only talked with her a couple times on the phone and wasn’t really interested in having her stop by. But it was something to kill time before closing time.

When this woman walked in, Josh and I both knew she was hot. Her name was Amy Carter (no relation to the former President’s daughter!) and she was wearing a short red skirt that highlighted her long legs. She was wearing a pink blouse and Amy was definitely showing off some nice cleavage. She had a great rack on her.

Both Josh and I couldn’t take our eyes off this gorgeous chick as she strolled in and came over to where Josh and I were sitting. Amy introduced herself. I looked her over and she really was a knock-out. Beautiful in every day and a figure that most women would die for.

I made an excuse to leave so that Josh could talk business with Amy and I knew from the look on his face, that he didn’t want to talk business — just sex business with the stunning saleswoman. I knew with Josh’s charm he would have her in bed in a matter of days.

Despite the fact that my good friend Josh was seriously dating a woman that was very good to him, I knew he was interested in bedding Amy if nothing else. As long as Amy wasn’t married or involved. Josh and I never bothered with women who were. We had learned some valuable lessons regarding married women in the past.

Screwing them generally led to too many problems down-the-road no matter how great the sex was. Of course, we both did make exceptions to our rule from time-to-time.

I didn’t notice a wedding or engagement ring when I shook Amy’s hand. That was usually the third or fourth thing that Josh and I checked out on women. I need not mention what we check out first!

Just before I departed, Amy took a chair in front of Josh’s desk. The way that she crossed her legs was a great view. I knew that Josh was going to have fun talking and eying Amy after I left.

I returned home and did some work. In the back of my mind the whole time, I was wondering how Josh was doing with Amy. Did she agree to go out for a drink with him after work? Did they make a date for Saturday night?

I knew Josh was a fast worker and with the way Amy was dressed, it was obvious she was looking for more than a simple sales. Or perhaps that was her way to entice male purchasing agents into more sales. Thinking the might get a chance to get in Amy’s pants and fuck her.

I was hoping that Josh would send me a brief email or something to tell me how it was going or had gone with Amy. Five o’clock came and I figured he had taken her out for a drink for sure. Otherwise, I would have received a message before Josh left the bank.

I didn’t hear from Josh until mid-afternoon on Saturday. He called me to tell me how things went. As I had predicted, he and Amy went out to one of the nearby bars for some drinks. In the end, she went with Josh to his apartment and he reported that the sex had been as great as I had imagined.

Josh said that Amy had a great body and her tits were perfectly shaped. She was a good fuck too. Josh had fucked her a long time after they got to his place. Amy spent the night and they had fucked again for several hours on Saturday morning. Amy had just left.

Over the next several weeks, Josh was banging Amy as often as he could. I got the full reports later that night if she left after their sex or the next day at the bank if Amy spent the night. They were having a good time.

It wasn’t until several weeks went by, that Amy started to indicated she would like to have a threesome with Josh and I. I was more than willing. So was Josh. We had done a number of threesomes in the past. Sharing pussy with him was always a good time and made for some intense fucking.

Josh then made the arrangements. The next Friday, the two of us met Amy at a bar that Josh and I had used for hooking up with sluts before. The three of us had several drinks and talked. It was obvious to both of us that Amy was horny and looking for a good fuck from the two of us that night.

After an hour, Josh and I took Amy back to his apartment. Once inside, he and I were sitting with Amy on his sofa and making out. Josh and I were alternating between kissing her and feeling Çeşme Escort her up.

As I mentioned earlier, Amy had a nice set of tits on her and even through her blouse and bra, I could tell her boobs were nice and firm. As I concentrated on Amy’s ample tits, Josh was busy with his hand up her skirt and checking out how wet her pussy was already.

From the moans coming from Amy it was obvious to me that she was very wet. Just as Josh and I knew she would be. I fixed the three of us some more drinks. Then returned to the sofa and kissing Amy. Her mouth was hot and she was ready for some hot sex.

Josh was busy unbuttoning Amy’s blouse and taking off her bra. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipping it off Amy’s shoulders. That was easy enough. Then he reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It came off easily in his hands.

I had my hand up her skirt just as Josh had done. Amy’s panties were soaked. Josh and I then team up on her, kissing Amy’s her neck simultaneously. Then her ears.

Josh and I alternated kissing her hot lips while he and I were fondling her breasts. For her part, Amy was feeling how hard our dicks were inside our pants.

I was kissing Amy’s warm lips as I teased one of her nipples and got it nice and hard. Amy pressed her lips tightly against mine and moaned. Soon our mouths parted and our tongues were reaching out to the other. She was moaning as my tongue explored her wet mouth.

Meanwhile, Josh was slowly taking off Amy’s skirt. As intended, my kissing was distracting her while he did so. I could tell that Josh was anxious to do so, but took his time. We both wanted her horny and in the mood to fuck us both at the same time.

I noticed how Amy’s body was becoming warmer by the minute. Her tongue playing with mine. My hand went to caress her soft, silky brunette hair and then to her lovely neck.

I was slowly caressing the smooth skin of her boobs as Amy’s tongue was intertwined with mine. Our breathing becoming more deep.

Soon enough, Josh had Amy’s panties off. Her naked body was very appealing. She had looked good at the bar in her blouse and tight skirt highlighting Amy’s nice ass. But now her naked body looked even better.

I kissed her and groped Amy’s firm boobs. Josh was admiring her naked body on the sofa as well. He was busy taking off his clothes.

I felt the smoothness of her skin as my fingers touched the exposed flesh of her tits. I enjoyed every inch of her 36C boobs. They were perfectly shaped. Her nice nipples were hard.

I cupped both of Amy’s boobs with my firm hands. I was feeling how soft they were. I squeezed and groped them. Then caressed each at the same time.

I loved how full and firm they were. As I continued kissing Amy, I was massaging her tits for a long time. I enjoyed hear how my touch was making Amy moan softly.

I looked at Josh and he had parted Amy’s legs lying on the sofa. He got between them and was going down on her shaved pussy. Josh was enjoying the taste of Amy’s juices.

He was eating her pussy and from the moans coming from both, it was obvious Amy loved the attention and Josh was enjoying himself.

With Amy’s eyes closed and her enjoying Josh’s talented tongue teasing her pussy lips, I took the opportunity to quickly take off my shirt and pants. I didn’t need my underwear on any more either. I stripped nude.

I returned to Amy’s mouth and kissed her deeply and with a lot of passion. She responded by grasping my hard cock and stroking it. I took both of her boobs in my hands and started kissing and licking them.

Josh was continuing to play with Amy’s pussy lips. He was flicking them back and forth. Playing and teasing Amy more with his tongue.

I sucked on both nipples which were now very hard. My hands were squeezing each simultaneously. My tongue roamed over each nipple.

Amy was having problems concentrating on slowly jacking my cock. Between Josh and my attention to her pussy and tits, she was rapidly approaching an advanced state of lust.

I was teasing her nipples with my teeth very gently. I alternated from licking and sucking. Amy was moaning more now. Her hands placed gently on the back of my head. Pulling my face closer to her boobs. Amy’s fingers running through my hair.

It wasn’t long before Amy told me she wanted to suck my cock. I moved around so that she had easy access to my stiff cock. Her soft fingers ran up and down the length of my shaft. Amy cupped my balls and began rolling each one with her tongue.

Josh had to move around too. He continued to lick Amy’s pussy lips and then moved on to her clit. Josh licked and played with it. Teasing Amy as she squirmed around on the sofa with my big cock in her mouth and not long after that, with two of Josh’s finger moving in and out of her wet vagina.

Amy’s wet tongue was working its way from the base of my cock to the top. She was exploring every inch of my ever hard cock. The feel of her hot tongue on my dick was Çeşme Escort Bayan great! I loved it and Amy was good at it too.

Meanwhile, Josh’s wet tongue was rubbing Amy’s clit. She loved the attention. He made circles all around it and Amy moaned more.

Amy slowly stroked my shaft while licking my cockhead. She jerked my cock good and then began making circles around my cockhead, just the way Josh was doing to her clit.

After a while, Amy went down on my throbbing cock and took it deep in her mouth. She did a good job trying to get all the way to the bottom. I was now moaning with pleasure.

From the movement of his hand, I could see that Josh was busy finger fucking Amy’s pussy while he continued to tease her clit. He would blow his breathe on her clit so that it would give Amy a tingling sensation.

Then he teased her clit more by gently biting it between his teeth. This always made girls moan more. Josh particularly liked finger fucking girls. It got them ready for when he would soon be fucking them with his big stiff cock.

The three of us were rapidly losing control and lust was taking over. My hand moved to grope Amy’s tits. I admired their shape and wanted to enjoy each one.

I told Josh to change places with me. I knew he was anxious to have Amy suck his pulsating cock deep in her mouth. She loved it and I was sure Josh would love the feeling of her wet lips, which was incredible.

I quickly began licking up Amy’s juices at it poured from her soaked vagina. I loved it. Amy shivered as my tongue pushed deeper inside of her to get more of her juice. It was a sweet taste.

It made me hungry for more. My tongue continued to explore inside her. Then, I withdrew my tongue and moved to lick Amy’s clit.

By this time, Josh was gripping her boobs as Amy worked her mouth all over his throbbing cock. She was moaning more loudly. Josh’s hands squeezing her boobs. Then playing with her erect nipples.

I continued to tongue Amy’s clit good. My wet tongue circled her clit. Teasing it. Passing over and rubbing against it. I sucked it into my mouth which made Amy quiver.

For a while, she stopped sucking Josh’s cock and moved her hands to the back of my head. Amy pulled my head forward. She wanted me concentrating solely on clit now.

Josh was licking and sucking Amy’s stiff nipples, as I continued to lick and suck her clit. We both knew how to give Amy the greatest pleasure possible. We both knew her concentration was on her clit and getting ready to climax.

I licked her clit with more intensity and then inserted two of my fingers inside her vagina. My fingers moved around to feel how wet she was. Josh was concentrating his efforts on kissing and squeezing her ample tits.

I finger fucked Amy move. Moving my fingers slowly in and out of her pussy. My tongue played with her clit as I did so. Her hands were keeping my head in place directly over her clit. Her body was getting hotter with every passing second.

Then my fingers were moving faster. I finger fucked Amy harder as she spread her legs and grasped them around my head. She was squeezing tightly.

My fingers fucked Amy faster. Making her moan out more loudly. Amy’s legs tightening even more around my head.

Josh stopped kissing and playing with Amy’s boobs. He let her concentrate on the pleasure I was giving her and knowing that Amy would be cumming soon.

It wasn’t long after that, that her pussy started to pulsate and get hotter. Amy’s breathing became harder. Her vagina contracted.

There were more contractions and her skin flushed. Amy was squeezing her boobs almost as hard as her legs were around my head. Josh and I both knew that Amy was going to orgasm.

Soon enough, she climaxed. Amy’s pussy flooded my mouth and face with her warm juices. I was soaked and so was the sofa.

Josh and I gave Amy a brief pause to recover. He was kissing her passionately. She was going wild with desire. Amy was all over his mouth and face with kisses. We both knew she wanted a good fuck.

But I returned to lick her clit and fingering her vagina some more. Her pussy was so wet my fingers were sliding in and out of her too easily. I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Trying to get my fingers into her hot pussy deeper.

Josh was grasping Amy’s boobs in both hands and pulling on her hard nipples between his fingers. Amy was lost in the pleasure of the moment. He was trying to keep up with her multitude of kisses at the same time. She had her hand on his hard cock and was jacking it rapidly.

That’s when Amy went into a second orgasm. It was great to see how out of control she was.

We knew when to stop too. Josh and I knew as soon as she recovered, it would be time for our stiff cocks to be inside her. Amy wanted them bad. It was also time for Josh and I to take Amy to his bed. The sofa was now too small for what we intended to do.

Josh stood up on the floor away from the bed. He directed me to lie in the Escort Çeşme middle of the bed, but towards the end of the bed. Josh then told Amy to put my hard cock into her pussy and for her to lay down on top of me.

Josh was going to slide his own hard cock into her pussy on top of my throbbing cock. It worked out well and his cock was soon rubbing against mine and we started fucking Amy in unison.

It was a tight fit since we are both Josh and my cock are over seven inches in length, but it felt so good to. Amy was so wet that Josh and I were easily able to fuck her at the same time. We simply slid right inside her depths.

Once deeply inside her, Amy started to move here body up and down riding our stiff cocks. She was riding us good. Both Josh and I were pumping our cocks into her with the same rhythm. We were all moaning with great pleasure. It made for a good fuck!

Amy was really getting into it. So were Josh and I as we now did most of the work. With Amy over me, I soon cupped her breasts which were bouncing rhythmically as she moved up and down on Josh’s cock and my own cock.

Her tits felt great. I gripped them tighter and squeezed both as Amy fucked our cocks. She was taking both wonderfully. Amy had her head tilted back. A look of pleasure and lust on her face.

Amy’s moans were getting louder by the minute. She just wanted our cocks in her hungry pussy and to be fucked hard and fast.

Josh and I were fucking faster. Pushing our hard cocks into her deeper. Josh had his hands on her hips. Holding on to Amy and also pulling her vagina down harder onto our throbbing hot cocks.

Amy moaned with each of our mutual thrusts. Josh and I continued to pump into her.

Then I knew she was going to cum for a third time. Amy’s nails were digging deeper into my shoulders as she held on and was fucking our cocks harder. She was almost desperately working our cocks in and out of her to climax.

I could feel her pussy tightening and she climaxed. Amy flooded my cock and Josh’s with her love juices. It freely flowed all over both of our stiff dicks.

Amy’s breathing was become more rapid. Her body hot. Amy’s moaning louder.

Within a few seconds, my cock began shooting hot sticky cum deep inside her wanting pussy. Josh could feel all of my cream blasting out of my cock and engulfing his. My cum made good lube as he fucked her deeper.

Amy loved the feeling of my cum spraying into her. I certainly enjoyed cumming in her too. It was great and I gave her a huge load. I felt like I was filling her up with my creamy load. My cock was still hard and I continued to pump it into her.

Josh pumped his cock into her pussy faster. I knew he was going to cum too. I felt his cream spraying into her and covering my cock as well. He was moaning and uncontrollably fucking her deeper with his hips thrusting harder. He sprayed his hot cream into Amy. Sperming her good every drop of his cum.

With that, Amy collapsed on top of me. She was exhausted from riding our cocks for a long time. The three of us rested for a while.

Amy was now in between Josh and me as we lay on the bed. We talked about how great the fucking had been.

Soon enough, I could feel Amy’s fingers begin to explore my naked body. Her actions mirror what she did to the two of us. My hands began massaging her smooth back and then feeling her nice ass.

Amy’s cheeks were nice and smooth and round. Just right and the way I like them. Josh and she were kissing. Their tongues were meeting each other’s and moaning all over again.

Amy moved to suck Josh’s now hard cock. She deep throated it. Her mouth and wet tongue were gliding around his shaft. Josh had his fingers in her long brunette hair. He was playing with it as she worked his cock with both her mouth and hands.

I pulled Amy into getting on all fours. I then moved behind her nice butt. I spread her pussy lips and pushed my hard cock into her from behind. Then, I slowly pushed it in as deep as I was able to get. I pumped my stiff cock in and out of her vagina.

Josh continued to have his stiff cock moving in and out of Amy’s mouth. His hands moved so that he could grope Amy’s large boobs. He was squeezing both while Amy began moaning more and more. I fucked her harder.

Josh went to work kissing and sucking on her nipples. His hands were all over her tits. I pumped my cock into her pussy faster. I was getting ready to cum inside her.

After a long hard fuck, I gave her hungry pussy another of my loads. My sticky cream shot into her depths. I loved it. Amy moaned with pleasure.

After I pulled out of Amy’s vagina, Josh told her to lie on her back. His hard cock then penetrated her wet pussy. Josh fucked her missionary for a long time.

I enjoyed watching the way he was pumping his cock in and out of her and the way Amy’s large breasts bounced around with every plunge of his long cock!

Josh got his cock into her deep and pounded Amy good. She was moaning like crazy once again. He kept that up a long time. Then after some time, he moaned that he was going to cum in her too.

But Amy had other ideas. She sat up and started sucking Josh’s throbbing cock. Amy told him she wanted his cream in her mouth. She wanted to taste it.

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The Dinner Party – Jenna:

He looked nervous. I knew why. He thought I did not know about his online flirting. I saw a note in his desk draw that he had written his password to the computer in the office. I could not help but login one day while he was at work, and I discovered a chat history going back several years.

At first, I was furious but as I read, I realised two things.

Number One. Tony was right about how reserved I was.

Number Two. I had thought Tony was reserved so never really adventured out with my sexuality.

I was going to change that tonight!

Dinner went pleasantly enough when to two arrived. I noticed that Taryn was much shorter than I. She had a few extra pounds on her (haven’t we all!) but she was pretty enough. Her partner Jase was about Tony’s height, and I noticed immediately the well-built arms and chest. He had a rugged look about him with “designer” stubble that was so popular these days. I realised immediately that he was a very attractive man.

I made sure that the wine was flowing as much to give me courage and help me relax as anything. Taryn was undoubtedly confident in herself. When the talk started to get a bit bawdy, I joined in. Jase’s comment about the sausage was crass but I joined in with the laughter and decided to get into it.

“Tony’s not as long but he is thicker” I said giggling then sipped some more wine to cover my embarrassment. Did I just say that?

When the conversation turned to sex, I thought “Perfect. Just the opportunity I was after.”

When Tony was going to deflect the comments about partner swapping because I knew that’s what he wanted me to hear I decided right then to force my hand.

“Tony, I want to try Jase’s cock.” I said interrupting Tony.

After that it was not difficult to get the ball rolling.

I was nervous. Extremely nervous. I had not done anything remotely like this before. Tony has been my only lover.

We got to the Penthouse Suite Tony booked us into. It was beautiful with two bedrooms and king-sized beds. Taryn took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

“We’re going to freshen up a bit.” Taryn told the others.

Taryn closed the door behind us. When she turned, I was standing right behind her so that she had to pull up short or run into me.

“I know all about your flirting with Tony” I told her.

She looked a little surprised.

“A little harmless fun.” She said.

“I have read his chat history going back a couple of years now. It is not harmless fun.” I said in a flat voice.

This time she looked both embarrassed and worried.

“Listen…” she began but I cut her off.

“I want to be more like you. The things you and Tony chatted about excited me like nothing I can remember. Will you help me?” I almost pleaded with her.

Taryn stood there looking stunned. Then she slowly smiled at me and said “Jen I would be happy to help you, but what do you want from me? More importantly how far are you willing to go?”

I took a deep breath.

“I want to push all my boundaries. I want to experience new things and I want to rock Tony’s world in the process.” I carefully said.

“Well, you have come to the right person. Ok first thing. You read what we wrote right? Are the things that Tony wrote, correct? Have you had no other partners but him? Are you as shy with your body as he said you are?”

I Burdur Escort nodded once feeling the flush go to my cheeks in embarrassment.

“That is not a terrible thing Jen. We just have to start with small things and work our way up. Ok first thing let us get out of these clothes.” Taryn said as she began to step out of her dress.

“What completely naked?” I could not stop the squeak in my voice.

“No no no. You must give guys something to look forward to. Entice but do not give it away up front” Taryn said winking.

I got out of my dress and stood in front of the huge mirror and double basin of the bathroom with Taryn to my side.

She wore a sexy black and red lace bra with matching G-string. I could not help noticing her breasts and buttocks. I had to agree with Tony they seemed to scream “spank me,” I thought with a queer feeling of excitement rising in me.

I on the other hand I felt “under dressed.” I had a plain tan bra and tan lace panties.

Taryn looked me over.

“Jen, you look gorgeous.”

“Thanks. So do you.” I did not know what else to say.

“Ok let’s just adjust our make up a little and then we’re ready to go” Taryn said as she fished out her little compact from the bag on the floor.

“Are you ready for an adventure?” she asked me to take my hands in hers.

“Yes.” I replied feeling even more nervous than before. My stomach was doing somersaults and I was very conscious of my near nakedness.

Taryn took my hand. “Come on then. Let’s go.” With that she opened the door and we walked out.

Tony was standing there with his shirt off, shoes kicked to one side. Jase was on the bed completely naked a massive erection springing up like a flagpole between his legs.

Tony was the first to look. His eyes widened at the site of us coming out of the bathroom hand in hand in nothing but our underwear. Taryn led us to Tony where she grabbed him by the elbow and led us all to the bed. I sat down stiffly at the foot of the bed with Taryn. Jase was lying behind us slowly stroking that massive cock of his. Tony stood at the foot of the bed within arm’s reach looking completely stunned and something else. It was lust I could see there.

Taryn moved close to me and whispered.

“Are you ready? Just relax and follow my lead”

She then moved in a little closer and gently, ever so gently kissed me on the lips. It was exciting and nerve racking at the same time. I had never kissed another woman before. She took my face in her hands and kissed me again this time a little more passionately. She used her mouth to open mine and I felt myself responding. The next time she came in for a kiss I pushed my tongue out and lightly flicked it across her lips.

I had not realised I had closed my eyes until that point. When Taryn respond by lightly flicking my lips with her tongue, I opened them. She was smiling encouragingly. I leant in and kissed her with some force, putting my tongue deep in her mouth. She responded in kind. I was so engrossed with the kiss that I did notice when she reached behind me to unclip my bra. I felt her hand behind my back and the bra clasps give.

My breasts felt their confines loosed and then pulled away.

I was naked from the waste up and sitting in nothing but panties. I felt very vulnerable and yet excited as well. It was then that I noticed Taryn Burdur Escort Bayan was also naked form the waist up. She slipped her arms around me, and we embraced as we began to kiss with even more passion than before. Our breasts pressed hard against each other’s.

Her smooth face pressed against mine, our tongues doing an intricate dance with each other. I could taste the sweet tang of strawberry from her lip gloss.

I forgot everyone else. I was totally absorbed with the warm feeling of Taryn’s breast on mine, her lips on my lips and our tongues. I was suddenly brought back by the presence of someone’s hands gently turning my head. Jase’s face pressed against mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue immediately exploring my mouth. It was a bit of shock to have his scratchy stubbled face pressed on mine after the silky smoothness of Taryn’s.

His need was raw in the way he almost attacked my mouth with his. I had never kissed another man like this except for Tony, but I could feel my already stiff nipples hardening further and my pussy starting to get wet by the thought of what I was doing. I kissed him back, matching his fervour.

I was dimly aware that Taryn had let go of me and was now doing something with Tony, but at that moment Jase moved his head down to my breasts and started to suck on my nipples. I sighed. My nipples have always been one of my most sensitive regions and Jase was sucking and biting them causing me to alternatively moan in pleasure and gasp in pain.

He then lay down pulling me down with him. I instinctively knew what he wanted. I do not usually like giving head and it had been more than a year since the last time I went down on Tony, but tonight I was pushing boundaries. I ran my tongue in gently arcs down his neck, his chest, stopping at his nipples and licking then sucking them for a minute. I then ran my tongue down his stomach, through the wiry pubic hair and then to the base of his cock.

I had never seen anything like it. Having only slept with one man all I had was Tony to compare to. I always enjoyed the feel of Tony’s cock in me, I thought we were a perfect fit. But this “thing” in front of me was half as long again!

I grasped his shaft with both hands. His cock head protruded obscenely from the top of my hands, huge and swollen. Without hesitating any longer, a put my mouth around his head. It was soft and warm in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the sensitive under side and had the satisfaction of hearing him moan in pleasure. I then moved my hands down a little and slowly accepted a bit more of his generous girth into my mouth.

I moved my head up and down, licking every inch as I went. I felt his hands on my head. He pushed down on my head forcing me down further. I knew what he wanted, I just was not sure how deep I could go.

I tried to relax and took him in as deep as I could. I almost gagged when he suddenly thrust his hips upward! I could feel his cock head starting to enter my throat, but I just could not do it. I pulled away spluttering slightly.

Jase sat up and laid me down on my back. He then proceeded to slip my panties down my legs. Again, the butterflies and tummy tightening nerves filled me as this stranger was undressing me. He lifted my legs so he could pull the panties right off. As he did so he kissed the soles of my feet sending tingles of excitement Escort Burdur running through me. His eyes looked me over starting from my face, breasts, tummy and stopping at my pubic area. Still holding my leg, he moved it wider to give him a better look at my sex.

“That is a very pretty sight. Have you ever thought of shaving down there?”

I was now very embarrassed and wondered if that was what all women did now. I blushed and covered my pubic area and pussy with my hands.

With his free hand Jase moved my hands away.

“Don’t. I love what I see. I just think that on you, that gorgeous pussy should be seen more” and with that he bent down and began to kiss and lick me.

I was now totally lost to the sensation of pleasure and moaned loudly. I was wet. I could feel my juices running down my inner thigh.

Without realising I was doing this I pulled Jase’s face away.

“Stick that big fucking cock in my dripping cunt!” What was I saying? That sounded like a cheap porno line. All I knew was I needed to be fucked.

Jase went to his knees between my legs. He grabbed one of my legs and lifted it over his shoulder giving clear access to my pussy. He placed his engorged cock head at the opening of my lips then gently pushed forward. I was so wet he slid right in. I groaned in pleasure.

He pushed more of himself in me. When he reached the familiar space that Tony would have filled, I gasped out loudly. He did not stop! There was more of him and more of me than I thought. He slid his cock into my pussy for ever. Finally, when he was all the way in, he moaned. He leaned right forward so that my leg on his shoulder was now pushing backwards towards my head. He whispered to me in short breaths.

“Very few women can take me all in! You are the perfect fit! Fuck you feel good”

He began to thrust, slowly at first but then faster and faster. I would occasionally squeeze the muscles of my pussy and each time he would groan in pleasure.

After a while he pulled out and turned me over on my stomach. He pulled my hips to him, so that I was in a semi kneeling semi lying position, ass in the ear and head on the mattress.

He then slid into my pussy from behind. He gripped my hips and pulled me onto his rod. As he started thrusting, he let go of my hip with one hand and ran it caressingly over my buttocks. I had my eyes closed groaning in pleasure when suddenly I heard a loud slap followed an instant latter felt a sharp pain on my ass cheek. I yelped in surprise and pain.

“Very nice. Perfect shape for spanking.” Jase said with a satisfied voice.

He gave me two more sharp slaps on either cheek. Each time I stifled a yell. My ass felt warm and tingling. But after the initial pain it felt perversely pleasant. That’s when the next surprise hit me.

I could feel him grab hold of me between the ass so that his finger spread across the base of my spine and his thumb pushed into my now dripping pussy along with his cock. He then withdrew his thumb from my pussy and then pushed it into my very tight ass hole! I had never let Tony anywhere near there and here was this stranger with his cock pounding in my pussy, one hand gripping my hip and the other hand pulling me towards him, thumb buried deep in my ass.

He began to thrust widely, and I could feel my own climax coming. I almost shouted in pleasure as I came. Jase continued to thrust, his balls slapping against me when he finally pulled out and shot a stream of come all over my back and buttocks.

I slumped on the bed, exhausted. Jase lay in front of me. I wrapped my arms around him kissed him gently.

Moments later we both dozed off.

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For the first time since spring break, it’s a relaxing Saturday morning. There are no more assignments to grade or lessons to plan. Students will take their final exams starting first thing Monday morning.

I take a sip of my mocha latte, a bite of my vanilla bean scone, and just people-watch in the coffee shop. I’m fairly certain that the couple sitting at the far table are the ones who ordered a custom painting from Elanna a few weeks ago.

“Michael,” Angelo called out. He nodded his head toward the glass door where a very determined Elanna was approaching from the parking lot carrying a large box. The box was nearly as big as she was! I darted to the door and held it open as she made her way inside. The waiting couple hopped up as well to lend a hand with the box.

“Elanna! This is much bigger than we expected!” The woman remarked as her husband helped lower it carefully to the floor.

“There are several inches of bubble wrap on each side for protection. You could ship this thing around the world and back again safely!”

“That makes it a little hard to see.”

“Yes, it does. So here is a print of it.” Elanna reached into a large manila envelope taped to the side and pulled out a glossy replica of the painting. “The actual painting is twice as tall and twice as wide. I think I captured your vision.”

“Oh my gosh! It’s magnificent! Honey, look!” The couple both gushed over the print.

I returned to my table and watched the exchange. Talking, laughing, smiling, studying the print. After a while the conversation wrapped up, the print returned to the envelope, and cash changed hands. More smiles, talking, and laughing followed. Then the couple left with the painting and Elanna took a seat at the table.

“They seemed quite happy with the result. You must be proud.”

“They were so excited that I couldn’t help but feel excited too. It’s going to a great home, I just know it. But I’m a little sad too. I spent a lot of time with that painting.”

“Do you feel attached to all of your paintings?”

“Not all to the same degree, but yes.” She paused for a moment, then a mischievous grin formed on her face. “I’m more attached to paintings I really put myself into.”

I chuckled. “I’m pretty attached to one of those myself.”

Angelo arrived with Elanna’s usual order.

“Thank you, Angelo. Say, do you have room in the back to store an extra painting or two? Michael and I are going on a camping trip, and I want to be sure you can fill in any gaps that may arise.”

“I’ve got room for a couple of paintings, just make sure they’re covered. Where are you two going?”

“We haven’t made a final decision, but we have a couple of parks shortlisted.”

“Sounds like fun. Drop off the paintings before you leave and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Thanks, Angelo, you’re the best.”

Angelo left to man the counter once again.

“We should decide where we’re going and reserve a campsite,” I noted.

“Yes, but there are more pressing matters.”

“Right. I need to finish my breakfast and head home to get ready if I’m going to have any chance of tying my bow tie in time.”

“A bow tie?”

“Yes, it is a somewhat dressy party, and I look dashing in a bow tie if I do say so myself.”

“I need to go meet a friend of mine. She’s promised to do my hair on a study break.”

“I wish your friend the best of luck on their exams. Are we still okay with arriving an hour early to help with last-minute setup?”

“Yup. I’ll be ready. Don’t forget to stop by and pick me up. I believe you promised a horse-drawn carriage.”

“Did I? It must’ve slipped my mind. Well, I’ll see what I can arrange. See you later. I love you.”

“I love you too, Michael.”

A goodbye kiss and she was off to settle her bill. I scarfed down the last bits of scone, gulped the last bit of coffee, and lamented that my relaxing Saturday morning was already over.

***

I opted for a cream-colored shirt, a grey vest, a matching grey bow tie, and my brown tweed jacket. Dark slacks, socks, and shoes finished out the look. It was a versatile design, suitable for soliciting donations from wealthy alumni or marching off to death by PowerPoint in a faculty meeting. Or, in this case, rubbing elbows with fellow faculty and their spouses.

I rang the doorbell, with a single long-stem red rose in my hand. No corsage, this wasn’t a corsage kind of gathering. But I didn’t want to arrive empty-handed.

Elanna answered wearing the most incredible purple cocktail dress. Long sleeves with a short skirt. The top went up to her neck. The material was shiny with a kind of wavy pattern to it. Her hair was pulled back, and two barrettes secured two tiny braids, one on either side framing her face. She was wearing a black ribbon choker with a gold pendant on the front.

She reached for the rose. “Thank you, Michael. You do look quite dashing in a bow tie. I’m sorry I ever doubted! Çanakkale Escort Come on in while I put this in some water.”

She turned to get a tall glass from the kitchen in place of a vase. The back of the dress was open across most of her back. There was a clasp around her neck, then nothing but her perfect skin down to about her waist where fabric swooped back in and hugged her figure down to the hem. I’m not sure how far she can bend over before showing off more of her perfect… assets.

She’s wearing matching purple heels. Is that shade of purple called lilac?

The rose went into a tall glass with some water sitting on the kitchen table.

Elanna returned to me, brought one hand up to caress my cheek, and said, “Michael, my love. Breathe for me.”

I inhaled. She stood tip-toe and leaned in for a kiss. My hands found her butt. We kissed. My hands massaged her cheeks for a minute when I had a realization.

“No panties?”

“I want my plus one to have easy access tonight.”

“You do realize we have never had a naughty little secret that stayed secret for more than 30 seconds, right?”

“That just means we need more practice.”

“Oh.”

“But hey, you can already form complete sentences. This could be a new record! Are we ready to go?”

“Almost.” I produced a small square of paper with a scribble across it. “I asked the horse to draw a carriage, but he could barely hold the marker.”

We both laughed until we teared up.

“Now, miss Elanna, we are ready to go.”

She retrieved her purse from the table. “Very well, mister Michael. Lead the way.”

***

“Elanna, my dear, you look absolutely ravishing! In fact, I’m a little surprised Michael isn’t ravishing you this very moment.” You have to admire Helen’s directness. Or not. “Michael, Ed is out back stocking the ice chests. Elanna, help me set out the finger foods, will you?”

I headed out back in time for Ed to take a look at the women through the sliding glass door. “I tell you, Michael, we are two very lucky fellows.”

“That we are, my good man. That we are.” We stared for a bit too long and earned a cross look from Helen. And a little laugh from Elanna, I think. “Alright, what do you need me to do.”

“Take the soft drinks there out of their packs, put them in that ice chest there, and add ice. Bags of ice are in the deep freeze in the garage.” Ed got back to stocking another cooler with the hard drinks.

“Great. Did the pool table arrive?”

“Yes, it did. They delivered on Tuesday. I figured it would be good to have a couple of days to hone my skills before the party.”

“Ah, Ed the pool shark.”

“Hehe, I wouldn’t bet money on that if I were you. Say, I give my last final on Wednesday morning, so Helen and I are taking a long weekend and heading to the coast. The table will still be around if you want to come over and try honing your pool shark skills.”

“Sounds like fun. I’m sure I’ll need a break from grading exams before the end of the week.”

Drinks and snacks were soon ready, and guests started to arrive. Mostly fellow faculty members and their dates. Other friends from elsewhere were invited, of course, but the timing suited the college professor crowd. Some of the younger faculty graduated from accelerated programs, so they weren’t much older than Elanna. I don’t know if Elanna cared one way or the other, but I was glad she’d have people close to her own age to talk with.

The Dean and his wife showed up as well. I need to introduce them to Elanna at some point tonight. Speaking of, where has she gotten off to?

I found her in the living room chatting with a few people looking at one of her paintings that Ed and Helen purchased from the coffee shop.

“Michael, my love, could you fetch a handful of cards from my purse?”

“I’ll be back in two shakes, beautiful.”

I went to the master bedroom where purses and jackets were being stored. I took the opportunity to deposit my jacket before finding Elanna’s tiny lilac purse. I’m here to say, there is no task more terrifying than retrieving something from your lover’s purse for the very first time. You simply don’t know what to expect, or how you’ll react to whatever you find. Sure, the cards Elanna requested will be in there, but what else? It’s just a tiny purse though, how bad could it be?

I opened the purse and, naturally, I didn’t see any cards at all. I did find a small pack of wet wipes and a few tampons. A key to her apartment. A key to my apartment. Notepad. Pen. Lipstick. Is this some sort of magic bag that’s larger on the inside? Aha! There are the cards, hidden behind the notepad. I’ll bring the stack, and return extras later if I need to.

“Here you go.” I handed Elanna the stack.

“Thanks, love.” She set the stack on the shelves just below the painting, then grabbed the top two and handed them to… I think he was a history professor, and I think she might be the wife of an English professor? Let’s just say, faculty meetings Çanakkale Escort Bayan aren’t always the best place to get to know people.

Elanna was back to talking art, paintings, and extolling the virtues of a particular local coffee shop. I wasn’t needed, so I wandered off to talk shop with some colleagues.

After some good conversation, I replaced my hard cider and decided to check in on Elanna again. This time she appeared to be running the pool table. There were several guys in the garage and a couple of ladies. I noticed a few gazes watching the player more than they were watching the game. *Crack* She made another shot, then repositioned herself. *Crack* That time she missed. She stood back from the table, a little disappointed before she saw me.

She walked over, stood tip-toe, and kissed me. My hands found her bare back – arguably more appropriate in front of my colleagues, but touching her bare skin while kissing was invigorating, you might say. I looked up to see that the offending gazes from a few moments ago had all shifted elsewhere.

“Having a good time running the pool table?”

“I am. Though that may be an optimistic assessment of my skills.”

“We might have to come back and practice before the end of next week. The table will still be here, but Ed and Helen will be traveling.”

“Good. I do enjoy a good game of pool. Say, is there somewhere to slow dance?”

“Maybe the living room? There’s plenty of space. We just need to change the music selection I think.”

“Wonderful. Could you go arrange that while I finish up here? I’ll find you when I’m done.”

I found Ed and put in a request for some slow dance music. He was happy to oblige and set up a playlist before heading off to entertain other guests. Elanna found me and we made our way onto the dance floor. She didn’t care that no one else was dancing yet, and looking at her face, the delight in her eyes, I wasn’t even aware that the rest of the world still existed. Her hands found my shoulders. My hands found her hips. We started swaying in time.

I think there was a song playing. I can’t be sure though. I was mesmerized by her face. Maybe she could hear the music. She leaned in closer and laid her head on my chest. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding for her. Probably.

She stopped swaying. I stopped too. She stood tip-toe and kissed me once more. My hands found her butt. Wait, last time I didn’t grab her butt. I forget why.

She ended the kiss, took me by the hand, and led me off the dance floor.

I hadn’t quite collected my thoughts again before we ran into the Dean. “Michael, good to see you.”

“Dean Lewis, this is Elanna. Elanna, this is Dr. Tye Lewis, Dean of the college.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Lewis.”

“Please, call me Tye. And I assure you, the pleasure is all mine. I understand you are the artist behind the Baker’s new painting. It’s a beautiful piece. My wife has one of your cards, and I understand you have work on display at a coffee shop?”

“Yes, Angelo makes the best coffee and consigns the work of local artists. It’s well worth a visit.”

“Sounds great, we will make it a point to stop by. Anyway, I’m afraid I have to get going. I’m trying to find my wife. It was a pleasure meeting you Elanna. Michael.”

“You as well, Tye.”

Elanna took my hand again and escorted me to the master bedroom and opened her purse. She pulled out a tampon and the pack of wet wipes. She held them up in one hand, shook it a bit, and said, “want.”

I responded, “will.” I paused for a moment, then changed my answer. “Want.” It turns out that if you just remember key items from the want, will, and won’t lists, you don’t have to carry around written lists. Or a pencil.

She smiled, took my hand, and lead me to the master bath. I closed and locked the door as she set the stuff by the sink. She went ahead and got a wet wipe ready to go and opened the tampon. Then she slid the hem of her dress up to her waist, exposing her butt to me.

She turned to me, two fingers in her mouth. She took those fingers, reached down, and began rubbing her pussy. I’m not sure if she was playing it up for my benefit, or if she was really that turned on, but the reaction on her face to her touching herself was quite sensual.

I had more fabric than usual to contend with, but I managed to unzip my slacks and feed my rapidly stiffening penis through the opening.

She took her hand back to her mouth and moistened three fingers this time. She reached out and began lubricating my penis with her saliva, then lubricated her pussy a bit more. She turned back around and bent over the counter. The giant mirror above the counter afforded us a view we haven’t had before. I’m about to fuck her from behind, but I’ll be able to see the look on her face as I do it. And she’ll be able to see my face too!

She reached down to spread herself just long enough for me to get started, then removed her hand to prop herself up on Escort Çanakkale both arms. I started thrusting and reached a hand down to stimulate her clit. In a few minutes, I could feel her tense and squirm before she loudly whispered, “stop!”

I froze in place, and after a few moments, she reached down and removed my hand. She whispered, “Okay, thrust only.”

I thrust until I came inside of her. I pulled my penis out most of the way and let her feel my penis pulsing at the entrance of her pussy. After a couple of pulses, she thrust herself back, fully inserting my penis again, and whispered, “not this time.” I’m still not entirely clear on what edging is, but I think that’s what she’s doing.

I was a little confused, but now was a time for quiet. And a short time later, cleanup. Once I was done, she placed a wet wipe at the opening of her pussy and I withdrew. She caught most of the cum in the wet wipe, though a bit did splash on the floor. She inserted the tampon and proceeded to clean herself with a second wipe.

I grabbed a wipe, cleaned the drips from the floor, and then cleaned myself. Wipes were tossed in the waste basket, clothes were repaired, hands were washed, and we were ready to return to the party.

“Michael. For the rest of the night, every time you see someone looking at me with lust in their eyes, just remember that my pussy is filled with your cum.” She gave me a quick peck on the lips.

Wow!

We exited the bathroom to find the Dean’s wife fixing her lipstick in her compact mirror.

“Oh, Mary, you know Elanna?”

“Why yes, we’ve met. She’s quite the artist.”

“Mary is married to Dean… married to Tye.”

“Thank you for the kind words, it’s nice to see you again Mary.”

“You two need to get back to the party before anyone becomes suspicious.”

Nope. We will never have a naughty secret last longer than 30 seconds.

“You go ahead, Michael. I need to freshen up my perfume.”

I swear there wasn’t a perfume bottle in that tiny purse when I opened it earlier. The bag is magic, she’s magic, and I’m bewitched. But I am having a great time, so I can’t complain.

Elanna lead me onto the dance floor again once another song came on that she liked. A few other couples started dancing too. I could hear the music this time. I thought I saw a couple of jealous looks from the sidelines. Then I looked at Elanna’s face. She would smile, and I would smile. Let them be jealous.

She went off to join another game of pool, I grabbed a water and hung around the backyard chatting before stopping by the garage to see how the game was going. I was treated to a wonderful view of her butt as I walked through the door. She was lining up her next shot and I was impressed with the stretch of the fabric. It kept her pussy just out of sight unless you bent down I suppose. *Crack* She sank her shot. One more ball to go.

I look around the room as she moved around the table. I’m not the only one enjoying the sight of her butt. But they can only imagine what I enjoyed a little earlier in the evening, watching my penis slide in and out of my beautiful Elanna, watching her face in the mirror as she edged close to orgasm and then stopped.

*Crack* The eight ball is in and Elanna has won! Congratulatory handshakes ensue before she places her cue in the rack under the table. She walked over, threw her arms around my neck, stood tip-toe, and kissed me before saying it was probably time for me to take her home.

We collected our things, found Ed and Helen to say our goodbyes, and set off for Elanna’s apartment.

“No, Michael, you’re not staying over tonight. I don’t want to cum until tomorrow, and having you with me would make that impossible.”

I’m not sure I like this edging business at all.

***

I was unlocking the door of my apartment when my phone chimed. “I love you so much, Michael. Check your email.”

I fired up my computer, and there was a video attached to an email.

The video opened with Elanna still in her dress holding the rose I brought her. She smelled it and put it back in the glass of water.

Then she pulled out a chair and placed one of her now bare feet on it. She slid the bottom of the dress up enough to bare her pussy – the hem didn’t need to move very far.

She reached into her vagina to pull out that tampon, now soaked in our cum. She tossed it into the trash before the camera returned to her face.

“Thank you for the best evening I’ve ever had. I love you, Michael.” She blew a kiss to the camera before stopping the recording.

Okay, that was kinda weird, and kinda hot too.

“I love you, Elanna.” I texted my response.

“A love I felt very deeply tonight.” A moment later, she texted again. “Meet me at my place for supper tomorrow?”

“I’d rather not wait that long. Can’t we meet up sooner?”

“Sorry, I have things I need to do. But I have an idea for an after-dinner show.”

“Do you mean you’ll put on a show?”

“It’s just an idea.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I love you. Goodnight!”

“Good night. I love you too.”

***

The door opened and Elanna welcomed me in. My shoes and socks came off to match her bare feet. She’s in her purple dress from the party, but her hair has been taken down and brushed out.

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The conference was being held in Orlando Florida, I was excited to attend, and had been asked to speak on a topic I only knew too well. I had been a pharmaceutical engineer for the entirety of my professional career, and the new drug I had perfected was going to make a big splash on the drug market.

Normally I would fly but I thought an overnight trip on a train would be fun. I was not in a hurry and could use the time to relax or maybe even with a bit of luck, find an attractive man and get lucky. A fantasy that had fueled many a masturbation session.

I pushed through the revolving door into the interior of Amtrak’s D.C. Union Station. The lobby was huge, open and more then a bit crowded. Finding the ticket counter might not be easy, but my height made looking over peoples heads a little easier. Several moments latter I discovered the signage pointing me in the right direction.

Approaching the ticket counter, a young man with a very pleasant attitude and smile was reluctant to inform me, “Sorry all of them are booked,” after I requested a private sleeping compartment,

Disappointed, I paid for a regular seat. After getting my ticket and turning to leave, I walked right into her, “excuse me,” I said.

Something about her caught my attention, she was probably a little older than my 32 years, could it be the way she was dressed? A beautiful tailored suit with a pencil skirt. I loved her shoes, leopard skinned heels. Was it her demeanor? The air of confidence she projected was obvious in her style and posture. Or the smile she gave me? My disappointment about not getting the accommodations I wanted, still pervasive in my mind, without thinking, I returned her smiled.

Sitting down in the lobby to wait for the boarding call, I was thinking maybe flying would be a better choice, I was not the least bit happy with the prospect of sitting in a chair for the long ride.

“Here’s a ticket, a sleeping compartment has become available.” Looking up, It was the same young man from the ticket counter. He approached me, and handed me a ticket saying, “It’s all paid for, you can get a refund for your other ticket at the counter before the train leaves”.

I thanked him, and rose to return to the counter. It took a while to complete the refund, and with the train already boarding. I hustled to the platform. Stepping into the first available open train car door, I walked down through the cars looking for my compartment.

Having trouble finding it, I had to ask the conductor, “All the way to the back of the train, in first class,” he replied, with a smile. I could feel his eyes on my posterior as I walked past.

The train began to pull out of the station with a slow lurch and as I made my way down the corridor I thought for the first time, how did my ticket get paid for?

It was a fleeting thought and I didn’t give it a second thought. Making my way through the train, passed the rows of chairs, I noticed the farther I traveled, it seemed the sleeping compartment had gotten noticeably larger.

Reaching the last car I was stopped by an attendant, an attractive young girl in an Amtrak uniform, “Ticket please miss,” showing her my ticket as she requested, she lead me down the corridor to compartment 302.

“This is your room, miss, enjoy your trip. If you need anything just ask, 1st class has a porter available 24 hours.” Leaving me in the corridor she turned and walked away.

I turned the knob, and walking into the compartment I noticed a pair of stocking clad women’s legs, stretched out across from one couch to the other. I recognized the shoes right away.

I heard her voice,”I was afraid you didn’t make it, would you like to share my compartment with me?”

The leopard skin open toed heels told me who she was, the woman from the ticket counter, but she did not have the same clothes on, in fact I was staring at her legs and I could see the bare skin just above the tops of her black stockings.

“No,” I answered, “I don’t know you, and I don’t want to sleep with you, I wanted a private compartment.” I was mad what was going on?

“Oh honey you should be so lucky to sleep with me, but if you don’t want to share my compartment, there is always the chairs in coach, you’ll look like shit in the morning, but at least you will have gotten a few minutes of sleep,” She replied with a demeaning tone.

“I thought this was a single compartment, now I have to share it with you,” I was still pissed, but the idea of sleeping out in a chair was not going down well.

“Honey, there are two beds, and if you think you have something I have never seen, there is a curtain that goes down the middle for privacy, now make up your mind I would love to order room service, and a bottle of champagne,” she was becoming demanding.

My mind was going through all the possibilities, but the thought of sleeping in a chair was what made me say, “Okay if you don’t mind I will stay.”

“Now darling, if I minded would I have invited you and paid for your ticket.”

Question Çanakkale Escort answered but, why? I had a feeling the evening would provide the answer.

“There is a closet behind that door,” she continued, pointing to a small door on the right just as you walked into the compartment, “You may store your bag in there. There is a bathroom with a shower behind that door,” pointing to another much larger door to the left, “If you want to get cleaned up before dinner. But make it snappy, because I am hungry” her tone was more commanding than friendly.

I wonder what I have gotten myself into, that chair out in one of the cars was sounding just a little more friendly. Reaching into my suitcase I took out my toiletries, opened the door to the closet and placed my bag inside, closing the door. I then opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. God, it was so nice, and on a train too. Quickly washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair. I took a deep breath and walked out ready to eat with this woman.

I introduced myself, “My name is Kelly.”

She looked up from her menu, “I know who you are from the ticket counter,” she replied and then in a much nicer voice and with a smile she said, “my name is Sandy, but you will call me Miss Sandy.”

“Are you a school teacher?” I asked.

She laughed “No my dear, I just like to be called Miss Sandy, and if you are lucky you may find out why.”

I wanted to sit down on the couch, but she was making no effort to move as she went back to reading the menu. I ended up siting next to her shoes, still attached to her legs stretched out between the two couches. It was the first time I really got a chance to look at her. I didn’t want to stare, but she had a very pretty face, green eyes, behind large glasses, with just the right touch of makeup. Brunette hair cut very fashionable just touching her shoulders, her lipstick red lips stood out nicely with her pale healthy colored skin. She had on a gold colored house coat, the only way I know how to describe it, and it covered what looked like a very expensive black lacy bustier, hiding what appeared to be very sharply breasts. No straps holding her stockings up. Her legs were not crossed and I could see she had on matching panties. The strangest thing was that she had on black leather gloves, she was holding the menu with black gloves on.

“Why are you staring at me,” she asked with out moving the menu away from her face, “Are you hungry,” again still holding the menu up.

“I am hungry, is there another menu around” I asked, with out getting much of a reaction from her.

After a short silence, she lowered the menu looked right at me, “I am going to order you a baked chicken breast, and a salad with no dressing.” I was given no choice.

“I like dressing on my salad.” I was taken aback by her attitude, and demeanor, she was being very bossy.

She looked right at me and smiled right through me, “You are a very striking woman, in your sun dress. I bet all the men just fall all over themselves to take you out to dinner, but tonight you are having dinner in my room and I think you will have salad with no dressing”.

I watched and listen while she ordered a steak, baked potato, and a salad with blue cheese dressing for herself. Then a baked boneless, skinless chicken breast for me and a salad no dressing. A pitcher of water and a bottle of champagne completed her order. She hung up the phone and looked at me, I felt uncomfortable she had a very domineering air about her, but also a sexy vibe that I could not explain. Sex appeal, I believe would be the proper description. I was not able tell her intentions, and I am usually very good at reading people.

“So Kelly, why are you going to Florida, I see you have removed your wedding ring, are you running away, to a secret lover you do not wish your husband to know about,” it was a demand to know, more than a question.

“No, I have a business conference, and I wanted to relax on the trip, so I decided to take the train, that’s all, and my wedding ring is at the jewelers.”

My reply was more of an apology then a statement, she was having a weird effect on me, I am normally a very confident person, but right now I felt vulnerable and a bit scared. Not scared for my life, but scared because she was very imposing and somehow she had the upper hand, a position I normally have in conversations. My god, I just let her order my dinner for me, something I did not want, but said nothing when it occurred.

“I think you were hoping to find a man to spend the night with on the train, but you must have been heart broken when you could not get a room, poor planning on your part. What were you going to do sit in the bar and hope some guy was going to take you into his room and fuck you?” She practically spit those words at me, looking at me in disgust. “Just think how lucky you are to have me save your cute ass from some sloppy old slob in the bar”.

How could she know that, it’s true I was hoping to Çanakkale Escort Bayan get lucky. I had spent extra time, sparing nothing in getting ready. I had shaved my legs, and trimmed my pubic hair, shaved the hair from around my areoles, and my arm pits. I had done my make up the way I think I looked best. My favorite lip gloss in my favorite color, my hair just perfect. I had, had my nails and toes done.

“No, I wasn’t hoping to meet a man, I am a married woman.” It came out all wrong, I was a terrible liar. “I was going to eat, read a book and relax.”

“Honey, you are a terrible liar, look at you, nobody wears such a pretty dress, and that soft cashmere sweater, on a train to travel all night. The come fuck me heels, they probably make you taller than most of the men on the train. I observe people, you are dressed to attract a man. I bet you have your sexiest matching underwear on, and I will give you a thousand dollars if you sprayed perfume on your pussy”. She said it with a knowing look.

Was it that obvious, “Your wrong I am a happily married woman” that was a lie he had left me two weeks prior, “And I would never even think of such a thing. And why would I tell you if I sprayed perfume down there. Maybe I should go.”

“Fine, get your lying cute ass out of here, there is a fat guy in the next compartment, he would give you a thousand dollars just to watch you take off your clothes, go on, leave.”

“Your mean,” but I could not get up, how did she know, and why could I not get up? There was something about her, she had a hold on me. I could not take my eyes off her.

The knock on the door broke the spell, “That would be our dinner, why don’t you answer it, eat the dinner I have paid for, that way you won’t have to sit across the table from some slob, and pretend you are having a good time.”

I stood and walked to the door. Sandy, stood and pulled her house coat closed and watched. I opened the door up and the porter, a black overweight middle aged man, push the table in, parking it between the two couches. The table was set with linen table cloth, and matching napkins, fine china and a full set of silverware, the porter returned to the corridor and rolled in another cart with the food stored inside. He started to get the food out.

“Wait, she can get the food.” Turning towards me she ordered me, “Kelly, get the food out, you know what I am having, place the food on the table.” I looked over at her “NOW, I’m hungry” she ordered, the porter seemed amused, he had a big smile on his face.

“All right Sandy,” I answered.

“What did you call me,” she practically shouted, I looked at her, “What did you call me, what did I tell you to call me!”

It took me several seconds to realize what it was she was demanding. “All right Miss Sandy.”

I could not believe what I was doing I proceed to place the items on the table, the porter seemed to be enjoying himself as he told me where things were in the cart. I came upon the bottle of champagne, the porter reached for it, to open.

“No, she will take care of that. Kelly place the bottle on ice and finish up.”

Upon completion he handed Sandy a bill, she signed it, and returned it to the porter, “Thank you ma’am,” While moving to push the cart out the door, he looked at me and smiled, his eyes, settling on my tits.

“Kelly, close the door and lock it, I don’t want to be disturbed.” I did what I was told, turning back to the room Sandy had sat back down, “turn the lights down and light the candles,” she had removed her house coat, leaving her dress only in her bustier, panties, stockings and heels.

Oh my god, what had I gotten myself into, she was going to try and seduce me, she was beautiful and sexy, more sexy then I could ever be, she exuded sex appeal.

“I have to leave, I can’t do this” I stammered.

“You can’t eat dinner? I’m confused what is it you can’t do my dear? Light the candles? Turn the lights down? Do has you are told, and sit down!” Miss Sandy ordered.

I was torn, she excited me and scared the shit out of me. She was a woman, all woman. I did not have sex with women, but I could feel that I had become wet. What was going on, what should I do?

“What is it you think you can’t do,” she asked again, a little nicer.

“I can’t have sex with you,” I said quietly.

“What did you say, I can’t hear you,” Sandy asked

Looking up and right at her, her eyes demanding an answer, “I can’t have sex with you.”

“Sex with me? What in the world are you talking about, I asked you to turn the lights down and light the candles, sit down, and eat. What does that have to do with sex?”

“You are sitting there in your lingerie” I answered quietly.

“I like to be comfortable, what does that have to do with sex, if you want to take your sweater off, and your pretty dress, if that will make you feel more comfortable, please do so. Now please light the candles and sit down, I am hungry.”

I pick up the matches and slowly light the Escort Çanakkale candles, she watches me the whole time. I am not sure what is going on, I’m confused. I slide the dimmer switch down and the room becomes darker. The room now having a romantic look and feel to it.

“Now remove your sweater, and sit down,” her voice has taken on a demanding tone once more.

Slipping out of my sweater I place it on the couch. Sitting down I was directly across from her, the dinner table between us.

Sandy is staring at me. “Kelly, you really are an incredible looking woman, look up at me I want to see your face.” I lift my head up and look directly into her eyes, she smiles, I am put more at ease just form her look. “Why don’t you open the bottle of champagne and pour yourself a glass?”

Picking up the bottle I remove the foil and the wire, grasping the cork I begin to slowly work the cork out of the bottle. It pops with just the slightest sound, like it is supposed to. The sound of a contented woman.

I offer to pour some in her glass, she refuses, “Thank you dear, but I don’t drink, I got it for you. You did say you wanted to relax.”

She was right about that, so I pour myself some and drank it down quickly, It tasted so good. Just what the doctor ordered, although I consumed it so fast it is a wonder I could taste it at all.

As we began eating, our conversation mostly consisted of me talking about myself, I found her easy to talk to, yet a demanding presence. I found myself calling her Miss Sandy, I don’t know why, it just fit.

She finished her dinner, I was still eating, “Clean up this mess dear!” it was an order.

“I’m not done yet” I replied, quickly adding “Miss Sandy.”

“Did I ask you if you were done, clean up this mess, and finish your champagne,” not an angry demand, but an order all the same.

I automatically reply “Yes Miss Sandy,” standing up, I am unsteady, the wine has begun to effect me, I pick up my glass and finish it. I start to pick up dishes.

“All of it,” she exclaimed “finish all of your champagne.”

My glass is empty, so I didn’t understand. “I have, my glass is empty, Miss Sandy” I stated in a questioning tone.

“There is still wine in the bottle, take the bottle and drink all of it, finish it up as fast as you can, and clean this mess up, NOW!” This was an order.

Picking up the bottle, I start to drink, “faster, don’t stop,” she commands.

As I do some spills out of my mouth on to my chin, and my dress. I try to lower the bottle to take a break, but Sandy reaches out and tilts it back up, “Finish it! “Faster!” more spills. I am practically choking. Finally finishing, I go to wipe my face. “Don’t touch it, let it drip off your chin”, I stand in front of her, I have spilled quit a bit, as the wine runs from my chin down my neck, down my chest, into my cleavage, to the top of my dress. A smile comes to her face, “look at you dear, you have made a made mess on your cute little sun dress. Take it off before it gets stained!” the last part of her statement is an order.

The champagne has really take a hold, I am buzzed, but I know I do not want to take my dress off in front of her. I am unsteady my head is clouded, what am I doing?

“Turn around, I’ll unzip you”, another order.

“No, I can’t take my dress off,” I say defiantly.

“No, what?” Sandy replies as she suddenly stands up.

“No Miss Sandy, I can’t take my dress off,” I’m looking straight at her, her face has taken on a demanding look.

“Can’t take your dress off, or won’t take it off,” her look softens, “So you can wash it before it stains.” I don’t believe her.

Grabbing my shoulders, Sandy turns me around, pulling my zipper part of the way down, she pulls the wide straps from my shoulders to the top half of my arms, trapping them to the sides of my body. Sandy turns me back around to face her, looking straight into my eyes and deep into me.

“My dear, remove your dress now!”

I am scared, she has taken over me, I don’t want to, but I know I will. Sitting back down Sandy watches me as I undress in front of her. Sliding the dress from my arms and across my hips it falls to the floor. I could not believe I gave her permission for anything, what was I thinking. Here I am, standing in my bra and thong in front of this incredibly sexy woman promising her anything. I watch as Sandy stands up, and walks towards me. She walked right up to me, took my face, a hand on each cheek, her thumbs below my jaw and kissed me. I threw my arms around her, and kissed her back.

Before I could tell if I enjoyed it, her hands left my face, grab my boobs and pushed me away. “Did I say you could kiss me?” I was confused and hurt, did she not want me, why had she kissed me.

“Did I say you can kiss me?” she asked again.

“No Miss Sandy, I wanted to” I replied.

“You wanted to? This is not about what you want, this is about what I want, do you understand?” Her face was right in mine, for the first time I could smell her cologne, she smelled so good. Sandy reached up with one hand and grabbed my chin looking into my eyes she said again “Do you understand me?” I was looking into her eyes, I shook my head yes. “That’s not how you answer me,” her grip on my chin increased, it hurt, “Do you understand me?” She hissed.

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