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Half a dozen re-writes later, finally have the latest instalment of Stevie’s escapades

Hope you are all enjoying the adventures of Stevie, really enjoying writing it but would love to hear more of your feedback or suggestions as what she should do next. Enjoy the chapter and then drop me a comment to give me some ideas.

If you are one of those people who want to comment on my spelling or grammar, save yourself the time. 

Thanks Dan. X

June 21st — 10.42am

Staring at the monitor of her screen, Stevie was starting to regret her decision to come in today. A couple of days ago she’d had such a fun day with Kim, shopped all afternoon and laughed like she hadn’t done in such a long time, yet she had felt guilty about lying to Tom.

Tom had always been good to her since she started working for him and she felt like she owed him something but the last week had been such a whirlwind, there was no way she was going to be able to return to her job in Tom’s office after everything she’d done but she had no idea how she was going to tell Tom.

Suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, she looked up as she heard Tom shouting, “Stevie, can you come in here please.”

Her heart rate felt like it doubled in an instant, Stevie’s cheeks flushed as she took a breath and rose up from her seat, fixing her skirt she slowly walked into Toms office smiling at him as she saw him sat behind his desk, looking as good as ever in a tight fitting shirt smiling up at her, “Take a seat Stevie.”

Sitting down opposite him, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her skirt nervously, trying to act normal but Stevie’s heart rate was anything but normal as she tried to figure out how she was going to have this conversation, she looked up at Tom as he asked, “How you feeling? Better?”

Smiling, relaxing a little at his question, Stevie nodded, “Yeah, much better thanks, sorry about being off.”

Looking at her with a look of concern, Tom continued, “You don’t need to be sorry, we all get sick, just glad to have you back.”

Seeing this as her opportunity, Stevie knew it was now or never as she responded, “Well, about that.”

Lifting his head from the paperwork on his desk, Tom looked over at Stevie, “What about what?”

Feeling her cheeks burning red once again Stevie took a breath, “About me being back, I, er, this is going to be my last day.”

The look of shock on Tom’s face was clearly visible as he looked at her, “What do you mean it’s your last day?”

Knowing she was committed now, her head lowered, Stevie continued, “I, er, I’ve been offered another job, and well, I’ve accepted it.”

Still unable to look up at him Stevie could imagine his face as she listened, “What do you mean, you’ve accepted it, you can’t just leave, we’ve got too much on for you to leave now.”

She knew he was right but she knew if she stayed then she might never get out, her head still lowered as she spoke, “I’ve made my mind up Tom.”

Her heart rate had picked up once more as she waited to hear what Tom would say next, looking up at him as she heard his next statement, “Well if that’s what you want, don’t wait, you can get out now!”

Stevie looked at him in shock, the friendly, handsome boss she had always liked, now had a look of anger on his face that she had never seen before. The boss that she’d felt guilt lying to had just kicked her out of the office. She slowly got up from her seat, not sure what to say, half waiting for him to say something but he just looked away at his monitor.

Returning to her desk, she gathered up the few belongings she had on her desk and left without saying another word to anyone, she’d achieved what she wanted to that day but she didn’t expect it to happen like this. She looked over at Tom’s office once more before she left, hoping he might pop his head out and be friendly once more but he never did.

June 21st — 12.01pm

Stepping back into her apartment, dropping her box of belongings from the office onto her small table, a sense of panic started to loom over Stevie. The reality that she had just quit her steady job to potentially become a porn star dawned on her. All the fun of her day with Kim seemed a lifetime away as the panic raced through her along with a million questions with the majority focussing on did pornstars earn enough for her to pay her rent. She raised her hands to cover her eyes as she realised she was referring to herself as a pornstar, how had this happened in just a week.

Pulling the covers back from her bed she climbed in, hoping the comfort of her bed would help her relax and stop thinking about what she had got herself into. Closing her eyes for a moment only to hear a ping, she popped her head out of her blanket and looked at her bedside table; her open laptop had just received a new email.

Hesitating for a moment, not wanting to move from her snug spot in her bed, she eventually reached over and pulled the laptop to her, minimizing the Dream Pictures window, still eve gelen gaziantep escort showing the video of herself and Kim, she clicked on the icon to open her email, her heart racing a little faster as she saw the sender was Evelyn.

Hi Stevie,

Hope you don’t mind I got your personal email from your manager, or should I say ex-manager, I emailed your office but they confirmed you don’t work there anymore.

You’ll be glad to know, we have work for you instead, if you can come to the studio, 10am tomorrow, we will be all set up and ready for you. Don’t worry about your outfit or anything; everything will be taken care of.

See you soon

E

X

Falling back onto the bed covering her eyes with her hands once more, Stevie’s heart felt like it was about to burst from her chest. Her mind was racing about what she had got herself into, what was going to be waiting for her the next day, who was going to be waiting for her, could she really do this?

Reaching for her phone to try and stop her panic from taking over her, she text the only person whose number she had that could relate and hopefully relax her, Kim.

Stevie: Hi Kim, just got my first shoot for tomorrow, am scared!!!

Kim: First shoot, you forgot our time together already  x

Stevie: No, I would never, I mean my first shoot since signing

Kim: Lol, even by text I can tell you’re nervous ha ha, relax hunni, you are going to be amazing X

Stevie: I hope you’re right, I know I’m going to have bags under my eyes because I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight

Kim: Excited about a scene already, such a slut x ha ha

Stevie read the final text off Kim, falling back onto her bed with a smile on her face; Kim had brightened her mood like she knew she would. Looking at the clock, she had all day to get through before she could even think about tomorrow, she lay there thinking of what to do with her day.

Without really considering her actions, she reached for her laptop once more and reopened the window with her and Kim’s video on, biting her lip as she looked at the still of her laying back Kim’s head between her spread thighs, the memories of that day flooding back to her and instantly turning her on.

She moved down the page for the comments section, her nerves building again, worried about the potential for bad reviews. She needn’t have been worried as she read comment after comment, praising the video, calling her hot and Kim sexy, every comment made her more and more confident, she could do this.

Sitting up a little in her bed, feeling better, still working through the comments, she had a pop up appear on screen, “new comment available”, biting her lip at the thought that someone had watched her video right then, she couldn’t resist as she clicked on it, the screen refreshing to show the latest comment was from a user called Dream Pictures Admin.

Her mouth fell open as she read the comment;

Big news, you don’t need to wait much longer, our new starlet Stevie will be back on your screens soon enough, we think our fluffer deserves a blowbang, don’t you 

She sat there froze for a moment as she watched the number of likes for the comment go up minute by minute, eventually snapping out of her daze and shutting the laptop down. If there was any chance of her sleeping that night, that comment had officially put an end to them. Grabbing a pillow, Stevie covered her face as she fell back onto the bed once again resisting the urge to scream from her nervous excitement.

June 22nd – 9.54am

Taking a breath as she stood outside the door of Dream Pictures studio, Stevie looked at herself in the reflection of one of the windows, her blonde hair straightened and left loose falling over her shoulders and half way down her back, a slight touch of lip gloss bringing her lips out more but resisting the urge to put too much make up on.

She’d tried on a dozen outfits that morning and re-read Evelyn’s email telling her not to worry about anything just as many times, so she had settled a pair of white skinny jeans that hugged her plump ass, a plain white vest top, that showed off her cleavage without being too revealing, and simple white bra and panties that Kim had helped pick out for her, she said they were simple yet sexy, which was just right for her. Stevie had to admit the underwear did make her feel sexy and her breasts had never looked so good as they did in that new bra.

Reaching for the door, she was as ready as she was going to be but was still fighting her every urge which told her to run away, stepping through the door seeing the smiling face of Evelyn, relaxing her and making her more nervous in equal measure, she almost yelped as Evelyn stood up on her arrival, smiling back at her, “Her she is our star for the day!”

Smiling, almost awkwardly, Stevie walked towards her as Evelyn walked around the counter of her reception desk, she gaziantep eve gelen escort looked professional as ever, pencil skirt hugging her hips and tank top hugging her other assets. Evelyn wrapped her arms around her in a warm embrace, looking into her eyes smiling, “Relax hunni, it’s going to be fine and you’re going to be amazing, now let’s get you into make-up and get you changed, that outfit is far too nice to be wearing it today.”

Feeling her heart rate drop a little back to a somewhat normal pace at Evelyn’s words, she felt her link her arm and start to lead the way, walking through the doors of the studio which was crowded as ever with people scurrying around.

Stevie’s cheeks blushed as she felt as if the room fell silent and every set of eyes in the studio turned to her and Evelyn, just the sound of Evelyn’s heels clicking on the floor and the soft footsteps of Stevie’s blue ballet shoes could be heard as they walked across the studio and into the make-up room she had shared with Kim.

The next hour or so seemed to pass in a second, people rushing in and out, a make-up artist applying make up to her face that she would never normally choose herself and a bright red lipstick that seemed to plump her lips up more than she had ever known them to.

Jimmy, the director she had blown a few days earlier, had come in and said hello, he was super excited, bouncing around the room but Alana her make-up artist just confirmed he was always like that and to ignore him.

Alana had then wheeled in a rack full of outfits to choose from, Stevie had no idea, she had taken forever to pick the outfit she already had on and even then her underwear was only thanks to Kim. Thanks to the help from Alana she had settled on a red bra that pushed her breasts up and together, making them seem bigger than they were and a matching red thong.

Stevie looked at herself in the mirror, her hair done, make-up on, her lips full and brash red, standing in sexy lingerie, her 32c breasts looking bigger than ever, her plump ass only covered by a tiny thong, once again her mind raced wondering how she had found herself in this position.

Snapping her out of her thoughts, she felt Alana link her arm through hers and start to lead her back in to the crowded room, the hush falling once again, looking at Alana, who seemed to have a look of pride at how she had made her look, she followed her lead until they stood in front of the sofa that Stevie had seen once before in one of the shoots she helped, smiling up at Alana as she thanked her before taking a seat.

It was the first time Stevie had a chance to look around properly and everything seemed just as it was on her previous shoots, except she wasn’t sat on the bench this time, this time she was front and centre with the cameras focussed on her. Feeling as if the lights above her were shining brighter than the sun she was relieved when Jimmy walked over to her smiling, “You ready hot stuff?”

Nodding to him slowly in response, she smiled shyly back as he stood behind the nearest camera, obviously ogling her, “You’re gonna be great, just relax and go with it, we’ll start with some simple questions and then bring the guys in OK?”

Her heart racing like it had so many times in recent weeks, her cheeks blushing but less obvious due to the amount of make-up she was wearing, Stevie just nodded once more looking up at Jimmy as he quickly turned around yelling, “Let’s go people, places everyone.”

Readying herself, she looked up at Jimmy as he pointed the camera on his shoulder at her, “In to the camera sweetie OK?”

Nodding once more, she sat her legs crossed, leaning forward, feeling as anxious as she ever had as Jimmy started with his questions. It was pretty standard stuff that he asked her to begin with, name, age, where she was from but the questioning quickly turned sexual.

Unable to relax with the questions and the eyes on her, Stevie was sat on the edge of the sofa; her chest pressed forward, her already enhanced cleavage pushed forward, oblivious to how it looked on camera. She felt like she was having an out of body experience as she tried to take in the scene around her but Jimmy kept pulling her back into the camera.

Her cheeks turned their usual shade of crimson, visible even through all of the makeup as Jimmy proceeded to ask, when she had last had sex, what her favourite position was and even as personal as what the biggest cock she had ever seen was. Stevie surprised herself with how comfortably she replied, “two days ago, doggy and 7″,” despite her horror at sharing such intimate details.

Her heart starting racing once more though as Jimmy with a glint in his eye smiled and with a naughty tone in his voice asked, “Shall we get you some company on the sofa then Stevie?”

Knowing there was only one answer, but feeling her new found confidence drain out of her, she forced a smile on her face as she looked at gaziantep eve gelen escort bayan the camera and nodded, her voice quivering a little as she replied, “That would be nice.”

Looking away from the camera as she heard footsteps and movement behind the all the people working, Stevie didn’t know whether to smile or be even more nervous as she looked up to see the big smile, dark eyes and strong chest of Mike, her mind rushing back to a few days earlier when she had blown him and even tasted his cum on Kim’s lips, her cheeks burning once more at the thought.

Almost falling into him as his muscular frame sat down next to her in jeans, clearly tight around his crotch and a tight fitting white t-shirt showing off his pecks, Stevie could help but admire his body and admit to herself that he did turn her on, especially the thought of the huge cock he was hiding away.

As she looked up at him, she felt Mike’s large hand drop down onto her thigh, stroking the inside teasingly, such a soft touch for such a big guy, feeling a tingle run right through her body, hanging off his every word as he smiled, “Hi sweetie, you OK?”

Nodding to him, almost feeling like a smitten schoolgirl, Stevie just stared into his eyes but was brought back to the camera by Jimmy as he asked, “You ever been with a black guy before Stevie?”

Pausing for a moment as she looked into the camera thinking of her time with Mike but also her meeting with Amari and Dre, knowing she couldn’t say anything about that she just nervously shook her head.

Jimmy grinned at her from behind the camera clearly loving her innocent girl persona and her answer as he continued, “You’ve heard what they say though haven’t you? You and your girlfriends must talk.”

Staring into the camera once more knowing exactly what Jimmy was getting at not saying anything just instinctively turning her head looking up at Mike and then her gaze slowly travelling down to his crotch, a noticeable gasp escaping her lips as she realised Mike had his cock out and whilst one hand continued to stroke her thigh he was stroking his hardening cock with the other.

Feeling like time stood still as she sat looking at his cock, she’d seen it before but never had time to fully take it in, it was about 9″ long but it was the girth more than anything that sent shivers down her spine, it looked as thick as a coke tin, even Mike’s big hands only just wrapped around it as he stroked it.

She felt a gentle squeeze on her thigh, looking up at Mike as he just grinned at her, “Why don’t you say hello.” Noticeably sitting back and aiming his hard cock in her direction.

Gulping and taking a breath as she looked down from Mike’s gaze to his hard cock pointing in her direction, all thoughts of the cameras on her were gone now as she slowly leant down, moving towards the head of his cock as Mike kept it pointed in her direction, gently kissing the tip, a shiver running through her as she did, before letting her tongue lick around the large head of his hard cock.

Closing her eyes, Stevie opened her mouth wide, her lips stretching over the head of his cock, amazed when she managed to fit it between her lips, feeling Mike’s hand leave her thigh and move atop her head, expecting to feel pressure she was surprised to feel him sweep her hair back out of her face, momentarily thinking he was being nice before realising he was just allowing the camera to get a better shot of her taking his hard cock between her lips.

Groaning as she felt Mike’s hand resting on her head now, keeping her hair out of her face, she slowly worked up and down, her tongue lapping at the head of his cock inside her mouth as she bobbed up and down on the first few inches of his fat cock, barely able to manage anymore before she felt it stretch her mouth to the limit.

Her heart racing, Stevie was lost in the moment now, her hand nervously reached up, gently cupping Mike’s balls as she kept working up and down his fat cock, her saliva dripping down his long shaft, gagging occasionally as the head of his cock pressed at her throat.

Stevie was so lost in the moment of working her mouth up and down Mike’s huge cock she didn’t notice the movement in the room until she felt another body sitting the opposite side to her, feeling a hand stroking over her thigh, she didn’t want to let go of Mike’s cock but couldn’t help herself as she lifted up off of Mike’s cock and sat up.

Not even thinking what she must look like, trying to catch her breath, she looked up at another black guy, taller than Mike, not as muscular, but more handsome than Mike, he had a charm about him, clear blue eyes and a smile that had charmed plenty of women into bed in the past. Stevie just looked at him for a moment, gasping for breath still from trying to manage Mike’s cock, she let her gaze travel down, looking down at his hand stroking the opposite thigh to the one that Mike has been stroking.

Never stopping his gently stroking, he just smiled at her, “Hope you don’t mind, my names Devante and you looked like you could do with a little more company.”

Before she had time to answer, she felt Mike sliding her hair to one side again as he leant into her and pressed his big lips to her neck kissing gently, sending a shiver straight to Stevie’s core, her eyes closing his kisses feeling so nice, as she let Mike speak for her, “She doesn’t mind, do you Stevie?”

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This can be read without reading “The Party”, but it’s better if you’ve read that story first. It’s only one page. It won’t take long to read it.

You may decide this current story fits better in the fetish category or exhibitionism and voyeur, but I chose group sex because there are more than two characters. The category is not that important. I hope you enjoy this one.

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After my first sex party, I had stayed in contact with Bob and Megan by email. They had revealed a little more about themselves, their relationship, and their sexual history. I had reciprocated by telling them more about me and my sex life including my fetish for women’s feet and toes. I told them how I longed to see women in skimpy heels or barefooted when the weather was warm and how I hated boots of almost any kind.

Megan had responded to that revelation by sending some photos of her lovely feet bare and with my favorite red toenail polish. She also sent pictures of her giving Bob a foot job. I then sent her a video of me masturbating and coming on those photos.

We had not been able to get together, however, because I was still working through handling the finances my deceased wife had handled and the Social Security, insurance, and other matters that needed to be addressed after her death.

Finally, however, I did have the free time that would allow for some more fun and games with Bob and Megan. We set a date for me to visit their home. I drove up early on a Sunday morning anticipating a repeat of our games at the Party.

When I arrived, I was disappointed to discover that Bob had had a work emergency and had left for his office. Megan greeted me at the door with that information.

I was also disappointed that she was quite modestly attired including a pair of what appeared to be hiking boots. I had hoped she might be scantily attired and bare-footed. I didn’t know what to expect. Because Bob was not there and Megan was so dressed, I thought that our date may have essentially been canceled. However, Megan invited me in.

I had a tour of the first and second floors of their home. It was very nice and seemed to me to be much too large for just the two of them. It had not yet come into my mind that it was not too large for parties like the one where I had met Bob and Megan until Megan began mentioning memorable moments with various people whose names I finally realized were some esmer gaziantep escort I had met at the party.

We ended the tour back in the living room and were settling in for a talk when the doorbell rang.

“Excuse me,” Megan said as she left to get the door.

Megan returned with an attractive tall woman. “Leo, this is Bonnie. When Bob was called to go into work, I invited Bonnie to join us. Bonnie is someone Bob and I play with occasionally. I think you’ll like her. Since she’s arrived, the fun can start. It will be somewhat different from the activities I had originally planned, but I think you’ll enjoy yourself.

“Please excuse us while we change. We won’t be long. You should strip while we’re gone. Just leave your things on one of the chairs. We’ll be right back.”

I’m sitting on the couch naked when the ladies return. The only change in their attire is that they are both bare-footed and displaying bright red toenails. I like what I see and my body responds. My cock thickens slightly, and I feel my nipples erect.

“Come with us”, Megan says as she grabs my hand and leads me down the stairs to the basement. Bonnie is following. I feel her hand on my ass as we’re walking down the stairs.

The room is rather stark with only a full-size bed with a single sheet and a few chairs. The floor is carpeted.

“Get on the bed,” Megan tells me.

“You told me about your foot fetish and showed us how my footsie pictures aroused you to masturbate. We’d like to see you do that. Can you masturbate for us? Do our feet and toes excite you?”

“Yes, they’re quite lovely. Well-shaped with very tasty-looking toesicles. May I taste them, please?”

“Perhaps later, but we’d like to see what you would do if you were home looking at pictures of our feet and red toenails.”

I start to get up but she tells me to lie down. I do so.

Megan and Bonnie pull two chairs up to the bed and put their feet on the bed where I can see them – but not particularly well.

Then Megan does something I do not see, but a panel above the bed rolls back revealing a large mirror above the bed. Their feet and toes are now easy for me to see.

Bonnie and Megan start wiggling their toes and moving their feet.

I feel my arousal increasing. My cock starts to stiffen as I stare at their feet reflected in the mirror.

My hands go to my gaziantep esmer escort nipples. I start to gently run my hands over my nipples sending a message to my cock. The connection between my nipples and my cock is working well.

It’s not long before my cock has reached full length but it is on my stomach and not pointing to the ceiling.

If I were home, I would close my eyes to visualize what I’m actually seeing here, the feet and toes of two lovely mature women.

What I often do alone at home I now do here in Megan’s playroom with my eyes wide open while Megan and Bonnie tease me and watch me.

At home, my fantasy women would strip for me. I would be watching them undress slowly and seductively.

Here, as I run my thumbs slowly back and forth over my tiny but very erect nipples, I visualize them sliding their sweaters over their heads. I imagine they’re braless so I see their tits and their erect nipples. In my mind, they are teasing me by caressing their own breasts the way I’m touching myself.

All three of us are (in my mind) rubbing our tits provocatively and tugging our nipples and squeezing them between our thumbs and fingers.

I’m really doing that.

My cock is pointing to the ceiling.

I can feel the precum starting to form on my cock.

With my eyes on their alluring feet, I mentally finish undressing them. They are soon totally nude.

I see their cunts.

I imagine doing what I had done at the party. In my mind, their feet are in my hands as I run my tongue all over their feet.

I kiss their feet. I lick their soles. I suck their heels.

I run my palms over my nipples.

I use my fingers to stimulate my nipples. I so want to handle my cock, but I resist enjoying just toying with my nipples.

In my mind, my tongue slithers around and between their toes soaking them with my saliva. I must taste those toesicles.

I suck their toes.

First in groups.

Then individually as my eyes are focused on their inner lips pushing out and their slits becoming wet with their dew.

I know that when my foot worship ends, my head will be between thighs inhaling the sweet aroma of their arousal. My tongue will soon savor their flavors as I eat cunts.

My cock is bouncing around from how I’m stroking, rubbing, plucking, pinching and tugging my nipples.

I can feel gaziantep esmer escort bayan my cockhead is wet with precum. Mmm! So nice!

My nipple play continues.

I’m fantasizing kissing, licking, and sucking toes and then kissing, licking, and sucking thighs, cunt lips, slits, and starting to suck clit.

But I’m not touching my cock.

The line from my nipples to my cock is working magnificently. My cock is so hard, so erect, so bouncing around as I continually play with and stimulate my nipples.

I hear myself start mewling and keening at the feel of my arousal and the denial of orgasm.

I’m edging myself.

Close to orgasm.

Back off!

Close to orgasm!

Back off!

Too quicly I’m beginning to feel the need to cum.

My cock is a piece of iron.

So hard! So long! So wonderfully erect and stretched to its limits!

I divert my attetion from the need to cum by moving my left hand to fondle my balls.

My eyes are so fixed on those four sexy female feet and those twenty toesiscles I so need to suck!

Grrrrrooooowwwwwwllllll!

Mewling! Keening from the denial!

Close to orgasm!

Back off!

Close! Back off!

Moaning!

Groaning!

Mewling!

Keening!

Soon, it’s no use to deny it any longer.

I need to pay tribute to what I’m fixated on in the mirror and how I’m pleasuring their bodies, nude, spread, and needing release themselves!

I crave my release!

My right hand continues stimulating my nipples as my left goes to my cockhead.

I can feel the precum.

But it’s not enough. I need more wetness to play with my cockhead.

My left hand gathers saliva from my mouth and transfers it to my cock.

Once! Twice! Three times! Now my cock is soaked.

There’ll be no backing off this time! I need to cum!

I use the moisture to run my fingers around my cock – the crown – under the ridge of the crown and then to the frenulum!

The pleasure is peaking!

Moaning!

Groaning!

Mewling and keening from the feelings I’m creating!

Nnnnnngggggghhhhh!

I handle my cock!

I need to feel that intense pleasure!

My cock is at its grandest and most spectacular!

I close my eyes.

In my mind, Megan and Bonnie are mesmerized by my magnificent cock.

They are worshiping it with their eyes and dreaming of sucking it and dreaming of feeling it pump in and out of their cunts.

Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh!

As my right hand continues to delight my right and more sensitive nipple, my left hand pushes me over the edge.

My cock pulses!

My semen rushes up my urethra as my hips rise and my tribute to their feet spurts into the air and onto my chest!

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The woods are ours. We frequently return there to perpetuate our illicit relationship. The thrill of indulging our increasingly perverted pleasures outside, where we may so easily be caught, merely adds to the excitement of our lovemaking.

Only on this occasion, muffled – but ill-disguised – moans greet our entrance to the woods. You hush me, eyebrows raised, ears pricked, in eager anticipation of what awaits us. Slowly, carefully, we creep towards the source of the unexpected noises. The moans are unmistakably human – both male and female. Today, we have clearly been beaten to it. Someone else has had the same idea as us. The woods are no longer our own.

I take your hand and lead you towards the din. I feel my cock tenting in my trousers. You, too, are becoming increasingly aroused at the possibilities that await us. The noises intensify – in part because we are closing in on their source, and in part because the copulating couple are becoming more urgent in their activities. Through the leaves I can make out two semi-naked bodies intertwined on a picnic rug on the ground not ten metres from us. I take a further tentative step forward, striving to achieve the best possible view of them, and in doing so loudly snap a brittle, half-rotten branch under my shoes. We both freeze, holding our collective breath, expecting the couple to turn around and discover us. But they don’t. Apparently oblivious to our voyeuristic presence, they carry on.

They are at two o’clock to us, almost side-on, but with both sets of legs closest to us. I first see him. Trousers around his ankles, his smooth, muscular ass is exposed to the elements and to our prurient gaze. A crumpled white T shirt beside him, nearest to us, he is topless … broad shoulders glistening with perspiration in the dappled sunlight through the canopy of leaves, muscles flexing on his back with every thrusting movement of his pelvis towards his lover, he is the picture of alpha-masculinity. Beneath him, with long, slender legs spread wide apart, encouraging his strenuous efforts, is the fully naked body of a young girl, clawing with escalating fervency at his back. Her throaty groans belie her delicate appearance. Her slim, lithesome body is overwhelmed by his athletic bulk, with breasts proportionate to her overall physique … pert, firm, shapely, alluring … substantially smaller than the heavy, impressive rack that crushes into me as you reach to release my sizeable erection from my trousers.

One arm cradles my chest as you start to stroke slowly up and down on my vertical penis with your curled fingers. Although it was I who initially corrupted you, you have in the past couple of years proved an enthusiastic learner, eager to push boundaries, and your brazenness never fails to arouse me. We are so close to them, so easily discovered, and yet it is no impediment to you. Maintaining a steady rhythm on my cock, you unbutton my shirt to expose my broad upper chest. “Well what do we have here?” you whisper mischievously in my ear, barely able to contain your sense of exhilaration at the delicious sight before us. “Mmm! She’s hot, isn’t she?” you add, stating the blatantly obvious. I nod in agreement. “…And he’s not bad either, eh?” you continue. I nod again. Massaging my naked chest and shoulders, your pace increases on my cock. I start to moan softly, but – aware that I may disturb the young lovers – I try to stifle my moans.

The muscular stud pushes more firmly into her, instantly eliciting a more vocal response from her. Her grunts are periodically transformed into unabashed shrieks of pleasure. Soon she is urging him into still greater exertion: “Yeah honey! … That’s it! … Do me! … Fuck me baby! … Don’t stop! … Please don’t stop! … Oh it’s so good! … Oh yes! … Yeah fuck me! … Fuck me harder! … Oh my God! … I love you babe! … I love you so much! … Oh yes! … Oh FUCK me!” She looks so innocent. No older than 18 or 19, I estimate. But she is clearly neither shy nor inexperienced. Pushing her pelvis upwards to meet him as he pushes down and into her, they build up a perfect rhythm, thus maximising the extent of penetration. Their connection is spellbinding, almost poetic … two incomparably beautiful bodies merged as one.

I usher you in front of me. I need to fuck you. I need to take you from behind. Carefully manoeuvring you into position, my left hand hitches your skirt above your waist, pushes your knickers to one side, and slips two fingers easily inside your saturated pussy. I venture upwards with them, massaging your clit expertly, just as you like it. You whimper audibly, but the lovers are not distracted. You gaze longingly at the girl, marvelling at her sublime physique, admiring her every movement, escort tanıtımları her surprising innate strength. How one so slight of build can keep pace with the superb, imposing physical specimen of her lover is beyond you – a sublime mystery.

I thrust deeper inside you, half lifting you from your feet, but steadying you with my other hand. Unable to withhold your arousal, you groan out loud. I freeze again. Still no response from the lovers. They are utterly absorbed in each other.

You are so, so wet … so ready for me, as I am for you. Bending my knees slightly, I guide my thick, hard shaft into position, so that it nudges at the outer folds of your pussy. Slowly you sink downwards, engulfing my erection inch by inch within you, emitting a contented sigh as you do so. God it feels so good! It ALWAYS feels so good! Slowly, carefully I feed myself in and out of you. With each movement, you make more satisfied noises. Goose pimples devour your flesh – not because it is cold, but because you are revelling in our situation. With one hand on your hip, my other tears open your blouse and starts to explore your ample, heaving chest. Your nipples are like bullets, projecting not far shy of half an inch from the firm, fleshy mounds that I worship so fervently. I have always loved the almost freakish protrusion of your nipples … but today they feel bigger and harder than ever.

One-handedly, I unclip your bra, thus releasing the immense pressure your breasts are exerting upon it, and drop it onto the ground carelessly. Free from their confinement at last, your large, shapely breasts tumble out, bouncing heavily a couple of times, before regaining their equilibrium. But my hands cannot stay away from them for long. I grasp one in each hand, gently squeezing them as I caress those imperious nipples between my fingers, and thrust my cock powerfully forward.

You push backwards to accommodate the full seven inches of my manhood, right up to the hilt … and then it happens. You can no longer contain yourself. Throwing your head back, with a shrill cry of pleasure, you announce our presence to the young lovers.

Startled, like rabbits in headlights, they turn as one towards us. The girl tries to cover herself, but it is a futile gesture. No garments are within her immediate grasp, so she uses her lover in a forlorn attempt to shield herself and thus preserve her modesty. We, too, suddenly freeze … caught red-handed. There is an uncomfortable stand-off for seconds that feel like minutes, or longer still. But I am not about to capitulate now. Re-gathering my composure, looking directly at them, I start to thrust in and out of you once more. You respond. You feel an immense sense of liberation as you offer your dripping pussy to me, the watchers becoming the watched all of a sudden. Soon, we are fucking shamelessly, wantonly, brazenly in front of them, knowing their eyes are fixed intently, in astonishment, upon us.

Undeterred by their apparent bewilderment, you look directly into the eyes of the girl, and something remarkable happens. An extraordinary moment of connection between you. An unspoken and yet – to you – utterly tangible spark is lit between you. She breaks into a smile. Instinctively, provoked by her, you smile back. You have never been truly intimate with another of your own gender before … but in that instant you achieve a whole new perspective. It is as though the entire world stands still for a few precious seconds that you wish could last a lifetime. Suddenly nothing else matters but you and her. She mouths words at you that you instantly recognise: “Fuck me! … Fuck me! … Fuck me!” over and over again, almost like a mantra … but with such passion, such intensity, such depth of feeling. It is as though your whole life has been building up to this one, magnificent moment, and you feel totally overwhelmed by the enormity of the occasion. All else is expunged from your mind and from your vision. You know there and then that you want her, like nothing you have ever wanted before, that you MUST have her … and more, you realise that your feelings are entirely reciprocated.

As I carry on fucking you, you are, in your own mind, being fucked by her. Your eyes are locked onto hers, almost magnetically. Your smile broadens, inspiring hers to do likewise, and the silent conspiracy between you deepens. She grinds her pussy upwards again, and her gorgeous young stud – himself no more than in his mid-20’s – resumes his former activity, tentatively at first, but with gradually increasing enthusiasm and vigour.

“Yeah, fuck her!” you bark out. “Fuck the lovely slut! … Fuck her harder, damn you!”

Still smiling, although gaziantep escort tanıtımları through increasingly gritted teeth as her boyfriend obeys your command, she remains fixated upon you, drinking in your magnificent beauty, gawping open-mouthed at your impressive breasts. Her dazzling blue eyes sparkle with mischief. She moistens her lips in anticipation. A wicked, feline grin curls contentedly on her face … the cat that craves – and fully expects to get – the cream! She flicks stray strands of long, silky, straight blonde hair from her face. Although her boyfriend is giving everything within his power to please her, it is no longer him she truly craves. As he lavishes her with all the love he can muster, he fails to realise how utterly smitten she has become with you. He fails properly to understand that your two souls have just united, and that your flesh will surely soon become one. The fuse has been lit and a momentous explosion awaits.

I release my grip on your breasts. My hands now pull you from behind further onto my hard cock, leaving your boobs to sway and bounce freely, unfettered. Your pussy gratefully accepts its entire length again, and you feel utterly, deliciously full. I know exactly how to fuck you – hard, fast and furious – and within a few seconds that familiar feeling wells up inside you. Rising from deep within you, leaving no part untouched, you shudder climactically, releasing a still greater flow of your juices to envelop my straining dick and to pour liberally down your inner thighs. I love how wet you become when sufficiently provoked … but this time you far exceed all precedents. Screaming a torrent of obscenities, your orgasm persists. For fully two minutes – or even more – you remain in its thrall, transporting you to heaven and holding you there … until finally, exhausted both by its longevity and its brutal intensity, you collapse into my waiting arms. You feel light-headed, close to fainting even, but in a state of extraordinary elation.

Your performance serves only to inspire the Sapphic object of your lust and her partner. They have already been pumping each other without respite or realignment for a good ten minutes or more even while we have been watching. With epic stamina, they continue their athletic lovemaking. Impaled by her lover’s impressively hard cock, you now see she too is precariously close. A look almost of distress upon her face, she reaches out to you with one hand – her other is wrapped tightly around her boyfriend’s taut, muscular frame, as though clinging on desperately for life itself. Although you are reluctant to extract yourself from me, you long to touch and to be touched by her. Slowly, almost hypnotically, you step out of the crumpled heap of your skirt that has gathered on the floor (although, in your stupour, you do not recall how it came to be there), slip elegantly out of your knickers, and walk over to her. Her lover doesn’t falter for a second in spite of your sudden presence alongside him – screwing up his handsome face in concentration, his entire focus is upon pounding her with every ounce of energy in his youthful, athletic body. Her expression is one of sheer desperation as her eyes plead silently amidst her moans for your attention. The urge to kiss her is irresistible.

I whisper into her lover’s ear words that you cannot discern. He stops his incessant pounding momentarily, lifting her long, coltish legs above his broad, well-defined shoulders. Your hand glides delicately, lovingly across her right cheek bone, which she nuzzles against your hand, signalling to you that your attentions are entirely welcome. Suitably encouraged, you plant a series of butterfly kisses on her, revelling in the soft sensation of her lips upon yours. The young stallion now starts once more to thrust his considerable length inside her. Something makes him moan even more animalistically than he did before, although you are so enchanted with the slender, fragile-looking beauty beneath him that you decline to investigate why, preferring instead to feast your disbelieving eyes on her pure, unblemished, porcelain flesh. You pause to admire her petite but perfectly formed breasts with their hard, avidly protruding nipples … musing to yourself what impeccable imagination could have contrived to create such a divine creature.

His thrusts deepen, but it is some altogether different intervention that makes her suddenly jolt forward and cry out loud as if in pain. Only now do you look down and see a single male digit that you surmise must be mine penetrating her tight anus. She offers no resistance, but she is visibly trembling. You offer solace to her, placing another soft kiss on her lips gaziantep escort bayan tanıtımları as you gently caress her pert breasts.

As I slide my forefinger in and out of her virginal ass, she grimaces. You begin to find some perverse pleasure in her pain, and urge me to penetrate her more severely. She looks at you pleadingly, as if dismayed by your betrayal, but this does not deter you. Sensing her vulnerability, you kiss her more deeply, pinching her already startlingly erect nipples hard with your thumbs and forefingers, causing her to squirm violently beneath you.

Her boyfriend picks up the pace of his thrusts, his face visibly reddening above you, beads of his sweat dripping onto you. I place myself beside the young harlot, sandwiching her between you and me, albeit now with TWO fingers thrusting enthusiastically into her anus. She holds my fingers in a vice-like grip with her sphincter muscles, as if determined – in spite of the pain of the intrusion – not to release them.

With my free hand, I caress her lover’s clenched buttocks. Surprisingly, he doesn’t blanch or object. If anything he appears to enjoy my intervention. Sensing this, I gamble on kissing him fully on his lips. He willingly accepts my affections, opening his mouth compliantly to invite my tongue in. The girl looks up at us, shocked at the spectacle of her boyfriend embracing another male. You, too, are spellbound by the display, just inches from your face. It is only when the young siren stretches upwards to kiss you that your eyes are torn from us. With renewed passion, she forces her tongue into your mouth and wrestles with your tongue.

Her stud rams into her even more aggressively now, as I remove my fingers from her cute butt hole and gently squeeze his balls. It is enough to tip him over the edge, as, with a mighty groan, he shoots his voluminous load deep inside her. His sticky fluid fills her completely, triggering the most intense orgasm of her entire youthful existence. Screaming uncharacteristic obscenities, she thrusts herself upwards to meet him, lifting her cute butt high into the air to ensure the maximum possible penetration by him. With resources of strength that appear incongruous with her slight physique, she holds herself up in that position – her pussy throbbing violently – while her climax persists, amazingly, for what seems like minutes rather than seconds.

The sight is too awesome for words. The contorted, almost delirious, expression on each of their faces as they orgasm simultaneously is indescribably beautiful. We catch each other’s eyes as we witness at close quarters this most tumultuous of explosions, each appreciating how deliciously horny the sight is making the other. As they enter the final throes of their combined passion, I can restrain myself no longer. Diving down to their conjoined private parts, I greedily lap away at their excess juices as they pour copiously out of her pussy, even with him still inside her – there is surely no finer taste in humanity than the combination of male and female juices!

Occasionally I allow my tongue to stray wickedly to each of their butt holes, but the majority of my attention is focused on the meeting of her sex and his, tonguing her pussy with him still inside. She claws me closer, mustering unknown resources within herself as she feels another climax brewing. With my tongue, I feel he is still hard. You watch on in awe and admiration. This time it is your finger that slides into her saturated – but still fabulously tight – anus. Within seconds she responds, and in the most dramatic fashion.

She goes rigid again, holding him inside her as my tongue battles to slurp at her quivering cunt. I feel a new flood of juices washing over my face – never have I witnessed a girl quite as wet as her. She holds this, her second climax in short order, for a glorious eternity, before collapsing again, spent utterly, back onto the ground.

This time, his semi-erect penis slips messily out of her, still glistening with their combined orgasms. I waste no time in wrapping my wanton lips around it. Even without his full hard-on, he is big, filling my mouth completely. You sense your opportunity and dive down to her abandoned pussy, savouring its salty-sweet flavour and the remarkable abundance of liquid still trapped inside. My eyes catch yours and we exchange wicked grins. I offer his freshly hardening cock to you – a gift you enthusiastically accept. In tandem, we slide our tongues lasciviously up both sides of its impressive length, meeting at its tip, where we kiss passionately.

My cock is so incredibly hard now, straining, throbbing, demanding satisfaction. I nudge the young buck to one side and turn the girl’s now limp body effortlessly over so that she is on her knees and completely at my mercy. She is so petite, so slight – little more than half my weight. With no hesitation or prologue, I roughly shove my entire length inside her in one powerful thrust. Despite our relative sizes, she takes me with ease, no doubt sufficiently loosened by the recent pounding of her boyfriend’s substantial erection.

(to be continued)

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Chapter 126 — Goodbye Party for Charlie

I didn’t know if Charlie and his aunt Yen hadn’t already consummated their incest quietly, but if not, it was going to happen this week, as he had to leave our quaint little town here in central Vietnam to go back to Saigon to attend university, as online-classes were over. Charlie’s sensual relationship with his aunt had started when, four months ago, she had given him a massage and he ejaculated on her. Legend has it that she jerked him off afterwards, going for seconds, purportedly with her panties down on her thighs and the front of her flimsy leisure dress tucked under her belt. He had fondled her moist perineum and ass during the salacious treatment, but then she had come to her senses and asked my long-term affair Nguyet and me if we couldn’t help Charlie garner some sensual experience outside the family.

That had worked splendidly for about three months, apart from the very first time, when Charlie had flinched upon seeing Mira’s long clit, which looked like a tiny dick when erect. But Mira and Charlie had become pretty tight over time, until she had had to return to the Philippines for medical treatment three weeks back. I felt somewhat melancholic to be losing Charlie now as well, but all members of our small orgy circle knew that we needed a change of pace and rhythm in our debauchery, anyway. Even the most rousing, tantalizing orgies can get stale when there were always the same people involved.

This week, however, we would meet once more with Charlie’s aunt Yen, Nguyet, Thuy, Hoang and Vu, who would bring his girlfriend — my niece-in-law — Giang to say goodbye to Charlie in style. Nguyet had been so kind to phone the thermal springs in advance to see if they were ready to receive guests. Their answer hadn’t been a straight ‘yes’, as they hadn’t hired new staff yet, nor were they prepared to serve food but, at least, they had coffee, soda, and beer. No Prosecco, though, and the lawn hadn’t been mowed yet, they added, but the good people there agreed that we could have one of the Onsen-like private baths for three hours this Thursday. Since it had also been Yen’s birthday on Monday, Charlie would buy a cake, while Nguyet would bring ‘really nice’ — as she had put it — leftovers from the International Women’s Day celebrations at her real-estate office.

Initially, I had assumed that Charlie and Yen would want to consume their incest in a quiet private setting — if they hadn’t done it already — but Yen had eventually agreed to a ribald orgy, as the Onsen was rather large, so the two of them could separate themselves for a bit, while everyone else was distracted. Being outside also meant that we could let completely go and party hard. My niece Giang was the only one who Charlie didn’t know, but I liked the symmetry of having four Jacks and Queens, each, with Charlie being the King or the Ace, at the same time. I wasn’t sure if he knew that his aunt quite fancied Hoang, but since the latter had taught Charlie quite a few tricks, we all felt that he had to be there as well. The only downer was that Hanh, our pretty, petite masseuse had to work, but then, Yen seemed hesitant anyway to have her god-child ‘witness’ the incest between her and Charlie, even though Hanh was blind.

Anyway, we met at the entrance area to the small amusement park that had been built around the hot springs, perhaps four years back. Thuy, Nguyet, and I arrived together on two motorcycles, while Charlie and Yen were already there, sipping coffee. We ordered drinks to take back to the private enclosure with us, and then Hoang arrived. As soon as the staff put the bags on the counter, he grabbed them and the ice, and we sauntered back to the secluded venue for our debauchery. Everyone was dressed like it was a hot summer day, even though it was only 83 degrees or so. I was hoping that Vu and my niece Giang wouldn’t be late, as I hadn’t seen her since Tet.

Of course, it was a bummer that Mira couldn’t be here today; I would ask Charlie later if he had been in touch with her since she had left our quaint town. Mira’s brother in the Philippines was really sick and, as far as I knew, she had a medical issue herself that needed immediate attention, which explained why she had been comparatively lackluster the last two or three weeks before she had left. Perhaps we could videocall her at some point; ideally, before everyone got carried away by their horniness. Or in between two rounds of intercourse. While we were walking in a single file, I noticed how neglected the whole area looked; those Corona measures had dealt quite a few blows to the world but, at least, one could be fairly optimistic that Vietnam would bounce back.

The gate was already open, but the private Onsen actually looked better than I thought it would. Down in the center, the spring was seething and bubbling like it had been for millions of years. A few years back, it had been nicely framed with natural stone; the pool was perhaps 20 feet in diameter. evi olan gaziantep escort Or 25. I couldn’t wait to undress and frolic in the soft warm water. Behind the pool was a bungalow without a proper front wall or door; it just had a dozen of nicely painted dark-cherry boards to semi-separate the bed inside from the outside world. There were also a fridge and a toilet.

I had been here with Thanh before, and another time with her and Nguyet, which had been the day when Nguyet had grabbed the waiter — Hoang — and banged him, before he and Thanh had done it, too. Thanh had known Hoang from her high school days, but since he was two years older, they had never interacted back then. Nowadays, Thanh and handsome spiffy Hoang were a couple, but in her absence, Nguyet kept him for her for the price of occasional intercourse.

Since the majority hadn’t been here yet, they curiously looked around, first. No one would have been able to predict that we would all fuck together multiple times over the course of the next two hours. Hoang, as he used to work here, nonchalantly lit a cigarette but then admired Nguyet, like he couldn’t wait to bang her. When him, Nguyet, Thuy and I went inside the bungalow, petite Thuy took off her jeans right away, like she was already getting ready, but then she helped — only dressed in T-shirt and panties — Nguyet drape the canapés and the other little morsels of food onto two plates, while I lit a ciggie as well, watching Yen and Charlie outside through the horizontal boards. They were billing and cooing and perhaps forging plans for later.

I hadn’t brought my swimming trunks but was wearing — just as Charlie and Hoang — shorts. I loved that Thuy had already relieved herself of her thick jeans and wondered what that was all about. Her panties looked cute, as small and nimble of a woman as she was. Thuy was 32 but could have passed for 19, with her cute freckled face. I asked myself how the others, especially the ladies, would undress: would they just nonchalantly do it, or orchestrate it and somehow turn it into a show? I wasn’t planning on staying dressed for long, as the weather was pleasant and the purpose of our outing clear, but then, everyone had to get used to the unusual situation, even though we all had seen each other naked before.

When Charlie and Yen were moseying closer to the bungalow, Thuy said something to Nguyet, who then reached into her spiffy backpack to pass her a white bikini with red polka-dots. Thinking about where to change, Thuy decided to use the restroom, which I regretted, as I liked women in T-shirt and panties. But then, she’d look cute and ravishing in the bikini as well. Finally, we could see Vu and Giang passing through the gate across the bungalow, and the round was complete. Hoang hollered that Vu should close the gate, and I marveled at my niece, who was sporting the nice, new pair of jeans that she had been wearing on Tet and a white T-shirt that was way too large for her.

Our incest-couple had set up the table and the folding chairs outside in the meantime, and now Yen called us to take a seat. As we had only six chairs, Vu took his ultra-slim girlfriend Giang onto his lap, but it would have been odd if Yen had sat down on Charlie’s thighs or he on hers — as she was taller and close to three decades older than him. Anyway, Hoang instantly grabbed Nguyet, but now Thuy looked at me longingly like she wanted me to reach for her. However, since we had enough chairs now, Thuy eventually settled in next to me, and Yen cut the cake. Thuy looked at me and smiled, as she perhaps had realized that she didn’t need to worry about ending up on every guy’s lap today. Naked.

Vu had brought a thermos with coffee from the reception, but since we only had six cups, we’d have to share them, too. Thuy was the first to state that one mug was enough for her and me, and now Charlie and Yen insisted that the same was true for them. It was kind of funny that the two ‘couples’ who were sitting next to — and not on top of — each other shared their mug. Nguyet placed the plates with the nibbles on the table, but first we clapped and sang Happy Birthday. Yen blushed and thanked us for the cake and the wishes, and then every ‘couple’ received some cake. Everyone pitched in, seamlessly transitioning to the canapés five minutes later. I noticed that Charlie had scraped the obligatory candles that indicate the birthday child’s age. Well, his love Yen was 46 now, which made her — just like me — roughly twice as old as the majority of the people present.

When Hoang was done eating, he offered to get me a beer from the fridge, and we transitioned into the next phase of our debauchery. Fittingly, the sky had opened up a bit, and the sun was shining now. My urge to jump into the pool was growing, but since I wanted to smoke and enjoy my beer, first, I decided to postpone undressing for another 20 minutes. The canapés were also too good to ignore them. When I gaziantep evi olan escort looked around, Giang grinned at me, perhaps she was remembering the beguiling hours we had had together 18 months back, when her mother had asked me to spend some time with her. Her family wasn’t convinced that one could trust her power of judgment, and since her mother had caught her masturbating several times, we — including my wife — decided that I should take care of her budding sexuality, before she would throw herself at some young local hero. Sweet and hot as Giang was, it hadn’t taken long for us to quench our thirst.

For now, she was kissing her boyfriend Vu, though, which Yen and Charlie weren’t ready to do in the presence of others. At least, they were holding hands and feeding each other morsels of food, but we all could see that they were eager to get up and find a secluded spot here in the enclosure. Nguyet was wearing her awesome blue microfiber miniskirt, which covered her thighs only half-way down, and her light pastel sweater, under which we could see her bra cups shimmer. Vu was checking her out, while Hoang was fondling her; it looked like we all were ready to grind off the tips of our arousal. Unfortunately, Thuy had put her T-shirt back on, so that we couldn’t admire her substantial boobs. But I was even more fascinated with my niece’s rack; as skinny as she was, her bosom had apparently grown since the last time I had seen her.

The plates with the canapés were empty now, so that Nguyet brought them inside and rinsed them to preempt the ants. Interestingly, she sat down in Charlie’s chair after he had gotten up to pee. When he was back, he remained standing next to Yen and whispered with her, after which they got themselves two of the light brightly-colored mats that were leaning against the bungalow wall and put them down on the unmowed lawn near the outdoor shower in the middle of the compound, perhaps eight or ten yards away. Vu looked challengingly at Nguyet — they had had a six-months-long affair, before he had met Giang. Knowing the three of them, they couldn’t wait to have a little threesome episode right here. The only question was whether Vu or Hoang would bang her first.

Well, it’s about time, I thought to myself. I got up, took the remaining four camping mats, sauntered down towards the pool, and undressed with my back towards the others. I mean, we had to get started somehow. I arranged the mats neatly for the others, who undoubtedly would join me soon. When I turned around, I saw that Yen and Charlie were sitting close to each other over there in the grass; both on one thigh, like Little Mermaids. He was caressing her legs under her skirt, and as they weren’t sitting with the rest anymore, they finally kissed. They had no eyes for us others and didn’t give a damn who would do it with whom. I didn’t either, at this point, but just relinquished myself to the elements. The bubbling warm water was enwrapping my balls and cock when I frolicked and dove down to the spring on the floor. When I came up again, Thuy had joined me and was now sitting on one of the mats. But when I invited her to get into the pool, she giggled and refused, like she was menstruating. Or perhaps she thought the water was too hot or something.

I watched my niece get up and disappear inside the bungalow now. Perhaps she wanted to change into one of those sets of gym wear we had bought together once at the mall, on our third ‘date’. I didn’t think she owned a bathing suit, but her too-large white T-shirt was actually kinda perfect for the pool, too. Anyway, I would find out. I drifted a bit through the pool on my back, with my eyes closed and marveled again how soothing the tepid water felt on my balls. In my mind’s eye, the memories of my afternoon with Nguyet and Thanh were passing, and I wriggled and writhed like an otter dozens of times in the soft source of all life, before I came up again to check the scene. Nguyet was still sitting with Hoang and Vu, who were drinking beer and smoking, while my niece Giang may have felt a bit out of place up there.

Charlie had taken off his shirt in the meantime, and now Yen was caressing his hairless chest. Her simple white blouse was already unbuttoned — and her bra probably already snapped open, the way his hands were moving inside. Nguyet went into the bungalow, but when Giang looked at Thuy and me down here at the pool longingly once more, I waved her to come down. She nodded, but then disappeared, following Nguyet into the log cabin. Hoang and Vu, who were sitting in front of it, were laughing lavishly; they probably had a few stories to share as they didn’t see each other as much as they used to.

I asked Thuy, after she had finally taken off her T-shirt, if she was menstruating, but she only laughed and shook her head. At least, she didn’t seem to mind at all that I could, the way I was standing, in front of her in the water, look straight between her legs. Her little gaziantep evi olan escort bayan pussy hull was roundish, like Vietnamese fishing boots, which I found cute. I remembered Mira’s elongated slim boat hull in her panties and surmised that the fishing vessels in the Philippines must be rather slim and longish.

Giang was walking towards us now, without her jeans. Her long, slender, relatively dark legs looked absolutely awesome. In fact, they reminded me of Mira’s. Man, did she look hot in her T-shirt, which she now wore like a mini-dress. I noticed that she had also taken off her bra, while she had been inside the bungalow, and wondered if she was still wearing panties. Yes, I liked how the ladies had started to slowly relieve themselves of their clothes. Sensing Giang’s young, substantial yet perky breasts, which were definitely larger than the last time I had seen them, brought my blood to boil and added a nice adrenaline rush of desire to the bucolic setting. Yes, now, we were talking.

Checking in with Charlie and Yen at the other end of the compound, I was glad to see her kinda curled up next to him, massaging and sucking his young cock. I watched them for a bit, until Giang had sat down next to Thuy and started to chat with her. As I could see now, Giang’s boat hull in her panties was kinda like a combination between Thuy’s and Mira’s: longish but thicker and more pronounced than the latter’s, which was hot, as Giang was as skinny as our young bisexual Filipina with her long clit. And that there were a few black hairs sticking out from Giang’s light panties was the icing on the proverbial cake.

Nguyet had stepped out of the bungalow, now sporting a dark-blue one-piece bathing suit. She sat down on Vu’s lap again, while Hoang got up and brought me a beer. Perhaps he remembered his days of being a waiter here at the hot springs. The water was still swirling around my balls, but just when I wanted to ask him to pass me one of my cigarettes, he handed me one of his as well as a lighter. While I was watching the two hot damsels in front of me, I discovered a new development in the background: Yen was fumbling her panties out from under her skirt. Oh, what a beautiful and elevating moment that was! She didn’t want to undress fully in the presence of strangers — as an esteemed citizen and employee of the city’s registry office — but just consume her lust for her nephew discreetly. Now naked under her skirt, she decided to blow him a bit more, though; perhaps, Charlie was overexcited today and his cock not yet as stiff as they needed it.

Giang kept looking at me, and so I got out of the water and sat down on the natural stone edge of the pool. I took a few swigs of my beer and lit another ciggie, but this time one of my menthols, which I preferred. I decided to go and piss inside the bungalow but wondered why Nguyet had giggled and shot me an impish smile as I had been passing her. Was there something that had eluded me? In passing, on my way back, I saw that Vu — who was smirking, just like Hoang — had his hand in her lap, and I wondered how long they would be able to hold back. Or were they just waiting for Yen and Charlie to be done? Anyway, I wanted to get back to Thuy and Giang at the pool, so I didn’t pay much attention but was happy to find the two ladies having fun.

Thuy and Giang actually didn’t know each other, but Vietnamese girls usually had no problem striking up a conversation. Perhaps Giang had asked Thuy about her daughter, as she desperately wanted a baby for herself. I sat down on the edge again and sank my feet into the water. When I turned a bit, I saw that — behind Thuy and Giang — Yen was fumbling his dick into her sheath, under her skirt, and started to bob up and down, after she had adjusted everything for perfection. Sure, they could have done it naked, but they probably found it symbolically better that their lewd act was hidden from the public.

No one could see it, but we all knew what was happening under her red-white-and-green skirt, which reminded me of Italy. Or Hungary. No, that thin skirt curtain was a stroke of genius! Was he wearing a condom, perhaps? Probably not. When I looked up at Hoang, Nguyet, and Vu, I saw that they also were watching Yen and Charlie from the corners of their eyes, but among them there was quite some steamy action going on, too: Nguyet was sitting on Hoang’s thighs, while Vu was standing next to her, fondling her boobs, belly, and snatch.

I slid back into the water to see everything better, but then I reached cheekily for one of the ribbons on Thuy’s bikini panties and pulled it open. Giang duplicated my action on the other side, where she was sitting, and giggled, but our little real-estate queen acted completely nonchalant like she hadn’t even noticed, which was really stinking cool. That whole little scene was sooo sexy! Thuy even slid a bit closer to the edge of the pool and propped her upper body on her stretched arms behind and next to her, like she was on the beach. When her phone buzzed, she picked it up, but since I wanted to propel everything forward, I reached for her panty front and folded it down. Her brownish roundish bush and pussy greeted me, while Giang couldn’t help snorting with laughter. I then caressed Thuy’s nimble white thighs for a bit and felt my cock pumping, right when Giang put her hand on Thuy’s light belly to massage the tiny soft portion of fat there.

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Parent-Teacher Conference, Chapter 3

Miss Ava Valentine left Peter tied to her bed when she went out to the market to find them some lunch. It may have been a total of fifteen minutes. She justified the treatment; he deserved it for not following instructions as her pet: an affectionate term for her sub. The punishment would teach him a lesson. After she placed the deli sandwiches on plates and poured two tall glasses of sparkling water, she felt she had adequately prepared Peter’s aftercare snack.

She entered her bedroom. “Why, hello there,” Ava murmured seductively from the doorway. “You’ve been a good boy, I see.” Peter had remained spread naked across her mattress though he could have escaped; the restraints weren’t top of the line. This told her that he willingly took his entire punishment; he’d placed the outcome of his immediate future in her hands. It wasn’t power she wanted but an understanding about their relationship—the balanced give and take where he gave and she took. However, Peter relinquishing his power to her was a bonus. She just hadn’t expected him to give it up so willingly.

She sashayed over to the bed and climbed on top of Peter, straddling him as before but this time she had her clothes on. She unfastened his wrist restraints slowly and delicately. He was hesitant to touch her for needing permission, so he simply placed his hands by his sides. He caught a glimpse of her relaxed and reassuring face. She turned at the waist and unrestrained his legs. “Better?” she asked. She lay her chest against his abdomen, pulled her arms and legs tight against him, then she lay her head against his chest. “It hurts me more than it hurts you,” she tried to say seriously but started snickering.

Peter let out a silent laugh, his chest bouncing her head slightly. “Right. Do you think that you may have taken that a bit too far?”

She raised her head and looked into his eyes, piercing him with their blueness. “Darling,” she smiled, “I would never punish you without providing proper care afterwards.” She slid a hand behind his neck and pulled her lips right into his with a kiss that made him forget his punishment but not the lesson. Her lips and tongue tasted sugary sweet. The sustained embrace caused him to become erect again. With his left arm wrapped around her, he swiftly flipped her onto her back where he had advantage. His hips pressed her legs apart and, determining from her gentle nail digging into his arms, she was allowing it. He ran his fingers up her skirt, caught the side strap of her bikini underwear, and he pulled them down swiftly. Because he’d been teased relentlessly for so long, he had been on the verge for what seemed like hours, and he was beyond ready to cum. He slid his hard cock right into her hot, wet pussy, then pumping like a piston, his cock swelled with hardness inside her even more. His breathing sounded like a train engine building speed. “Cum for me,” she insisted. “Cum inside me.” Her wish was his command; he pumped his load of hot cum inside her. At the finish, still inside her, he moved his face close to hers and kissed her sweetly. It was a gesture, he thought, but not of love.

They lay in the afterglow, both energized and exhausted, thinking about the intense build up, then thinking about nothing at all.

“You are becoming such a good pet. I want to grant you one fantasy.” She said this calmly and assuredly, confidently, as if no fantasy were too extreme. Ava traced his chest with one finger. “Have you ever had a threesome?”

He laughed, remembering a missed opportunity. “Almost. I had the chance but hesitated. My friend went off with the girl and left me behind. It probably would’ve been sloppy and terrible anyway.”

“Well . . . what’s your type? Fair-skinned blonde? Tan body? Long curly-headed brunette? Tempestuous redhead? Do you like them slender, petite, athletic, bosomy?”

Peter couldn’t speak for the disbelief. His mind was blown for the second time that day.

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Ava Valentine arranged a two-bedroom Airbnb suite for the following weekend in Atlanta. He took her to dinner, and afterwards Ava took him to an upscale gentlemen’s club. The bouncer let her and Peter in for free because he knew her. The bartender knew her. Even the headliner, Miss Sugar, knew her. She met them at the bar briefly and gave Ava a kiss on the cheek before going onstage.

The club was elegant, dark but not smoky. It reminded Peter of a classy cigar bar: dark wood flooring and walls, red velvet upholstery on all the oversized wood furniture, soft light emitting from the elegant light fixtures. The stage was something out of the roaring 20s vaudeville theater: a red velvet curtain with tassels at the hem, shimmering lights trimming the stage. The stage was shaped less like a theater stage, though, and more like a fashion runway with a pole at the end. All the waitresses were well-groomed, attractive, and wore a revealing but classy tuxedo-style short dress. The music playing was an instrumental escort tanıtımları blend of electronic and upbeat jazz—not the contemporary music from casual strip clubs.

When Miss Sugar emerged on stage, Peter thought she looked radiant. She wore a peach corset trimmed with white lace and a matching pair of panties that were modest in the front but almost non-existent in the back. Peach lace garters held up each of her delicate white thigh high stockings. She made walking in four-inch high heels seem effortless, for she seemed to glide from point to point across the stage. Peter saw that she had a head full of strawberry blonde hair, her body curvy and her breasts voluptuous. She was energetic based on her quick, high-heeled walk and her broad welcoming smile. She walked to downstage right, paused, then slowly and erotically walked down the catwalk to the pole. Placing her hands on her thighs, she gracefully squatted against the pole, running her hands down her smooth legs, caressing them as she went. She leaned forward so we could all see mounds of cleavage spilling out of her costume. She rose slowly and seductively, then she sashayed back upstage and paused again. Keeping her back turned to the small audience, she lifted her right foot and ran it along her left leg all the way up into her short dress, and then placing it wide apart from the other foot, she slowly bent over for everyone to see what was under her short skirt. She was covered by her costume, but still Peter was shaken when she ran her hands over her ass. Her stage show was a graceful undressing of everything except her garters, hose, and shoes. After teasing every gentleman in the joint from the stage, Miss Sugar walked down the stairs to her audience and worked her way around the table area. She was damned good at getting as close to the men as she could without crossing any lines—almost sitting in their laps and leaning her head back so they had tits in their face, standing behind them and running her hands down their chests and within inches of brushing against the erections behind their trousers, and placing her head in their crotches and covering them with her long hair in a pseudo-blow job. When Miss Sugar reached their table, she straddled Peter’s legs, placed her hands on his shoulders, and moved her tits all around his face. Her nipples were so close to his lips that he could have touched them if he stuck out his tongue.

Meanwhile, Ava moved her hand from where it rested on Peter’s arm and she ran it over his zipper, finding his erection. He was having fun tonight, Peter thought. He’d never been to a strip club with a woman, much less one who let him flirt with the dancer.

After Miss Sugar’s show, she walked over to their table. “Mind if I join you?” She’d changed into a shimmering but sheer dark blue mini dress that showed everything underneath.

Ava looked around. “Peter, do you mind getting Miss Sugar a chair?” He pulled one over, and when she began to seat herself, she reached out for his steady hand for a gentleman’s gesture.

“How were your tips, Miss Sugar?”

“The gentleman over in the corner by himself tipped me two crisp hundred-dollar bills just for coming to his table. I didn’t do anything really except bend over in front of him.”

“You’ll never get that in teaching!” Ava laughed. “Miss Sugar was my mentor when I started teaching,” she explained.

“Teaching? You teach, too?”

“Not anymore. I had to quit when my school found out about my dancing. It wasn’t like I was dancing and undressing in the classroom, but they offered to let me go without any scandal, so I took it. By then I was making far more at dancing, and it gave me more pleasure than grading papers and teaching about Mesopotamia.”

“No doubt,” Ava agreed.

“Why did you quit dancing?” Peter asked Ava.

“Who said I did?” Ava responded. With that, Ava got up and went backstage. Peter wasn’t expecting any of this at all.

Miss Sugar leaned over to Peter and whispered, “She has a lot of surprises for you tonight.”

After the next number, Ava appeared on stage. Peter couldn’t believe how ravishing she looked, how she owned the stage and the whole room, too. She wore a black leather two-piece outfit; the top held up her breasts, a sheer black fabric barely covered them, and her bottoms covered most everything in the front but went up her ass in the back. It hugged every curve of her body. She wore high heels and black stockings attached to a garter belt. Her hair was tucked into a black leather hat. She carried a riding crop in one hand and kept slapping it against her thigh as she walked. He could have easily mistaken her for an eighteen-year-old by her looks.

At first, she sashayed around the stage surveying the clients and not pausing for any money. She let her hair down around her face and spill over her shoulders. Then she made her way down the catwalk in a manner that said: “I’m going to fuck all of you tonight.” gaziantep escort telefonları She took to the stripper pole and climbed it to the top, securing herself by crossing her legs. She gracefully bent over backwards, holding onto the pole with one hand. Her hair flowed and shined under the stage lights.

The entire time Peter thought about how he’d often fantasized about strippers, and now he was fucking one, and he’d be fucking her again tonight. He watched her exquisite body and remembered the indescribable things they’d done together already. He’d seen her completely naked; he’d kissed those tits; he’d eaten and fucked that pussy. He wished all the men in the room knew what he’d done to her. It excited him to think about it. Peter loved watching her perform for the men, but he hoped they didn’t try to touch her. It would upset him because he didn’t like to share. Toward the end of the show Ava came to his table and gave him a taste of things to come when she straddled him in his chair, put her tits in his face, then leaned over to kiss Miss Sugar on the lips. Peter was overwhelmed by all the dirty looks he got from the other gentlemen.

When the club closed, the three took an Uber to the Airbnb, rode the elevator to the eleventh floor. Inside the room, Ava stayed in the short black dress she wore out. Leaving her stage name and presence behind, Miss Sugar tuned into Ginger—still very much elegant but bubblier and more playful. She was now wearing a strapless red mini-dress.

Ava unpacked her grocery bag in the small kitchen while Ginger mixed everyone another drink. “It’s called the nipple twister,” Ava laughed as she handed one to Peter. Ginger lifted her glass. “And boy do I love having my nipples twisted! Cheers!” Peter and Ava clinked their glasses against hers.

Peter watched Ginger with special interest. He liked her hair style better off stage; her up-do hairstyle onstage was part of her act, and it drew your eyes more to her cleavage that spilled out of her corset. In the light of the room, her strawberry blonde hair fell in large waves down to her chest. Out of her costume and stage makeup, she was sweet-faced with flawless buttery skin and shiny green eyes that darted wherever she saw movement. She had a button nose that made her look younger than she probably was, and her sumptuous lips begged to be kissed. While Ava was bewitching because of the control she had over every precise movement or word, Ginger was bubbly and vivacious.

“Look at this view,” exclaimed Ava. The full moon hung above all the little lights of the city. Ginger came to look then stepped out onto the patio.

“Wow! Look at this hot tub!” hooted Ginger. “We are definitely hitting this baby later.”

Peter walked up behind the two of them. “Why not now?” he suggested. The ladies looked at each other and paused, one waiting for the other to answer.

Ava turned to him and wrapped her arms around his waist then looked up into his eyes. She was tall but he was 6’3″. She kissed his mouth slowly, then even slower slid one hand back around to the front of his slacks and felt his hardening excitement. Speaking close to his lips she scolded him, “No yet, pet. Haven’t you learned that I make the rules?” She took a step back in her high heels and, if he had forgotten, she made him remember who was in charge in this relationship.

Ava pulled an upholstered armed chair away from the dining room table and over close to the couch. She told Peter to sit in the chair, then Ginger helped Ava tie his arms and legs to the chair with Velcro restraints. Peter looked at Ava and then at Ginger. Was this the gift Ava wanted to give him: a threesome? He managed a stiff erection from the thought of it, but, afraid of being embarrassed, he began to worry if he would be able to keep up with them.

Ava and Ginger sat down on the couch in front of Peter. “So, Peter,” Ginger said in a much more relaxed voice than she’d used all night, “I hear you’ve never had two women at once.” Ava’s hand gently turned Ginger’s face toward her, and Ava pulled Ginger to her, eagerly kissing her lips. Ginger turned her eyes toward Peter. “Like what you see?”

Ginger began kissing Ava and moved down to her neck causing Ava to sigh heavily. When Ginger’s lips found Ava’s chest, her hands found Ava’s breasts. Ava arched her back to make it easier for Ginger to access her perfect breasts. As she did, her hands found their way to Ava’s zipper at the back of her dress and unzipped it so slowly that it pained Peter, for he craved Ava and wanted to see her dress fall off and reveal her naked body. Ava looked over at Peter this time, and she winked at him to reassure him that his time was coming. Allowing Ginger to continue kissing her breasts over her dress, Ava ran her delicate fingers through Ginger’s hair over and over until she had the whole of it in a ponytail. Ava maneuvered Ginger’s head with a tug this way or that, to her gaziantep escort bayan telefonları right breasts then her left, then leading Ginger’s lips up to her own.

Peter wanted to kiss them both, to have his hands all over their bodies, to be touched by both of them at the same time. He made a movement toward his crotch to adjust himself but felt the tug of the restraints. The restraints. Damn. They were tight and he wasn’t getting out of them. He knew enough to follow Ava’s directions. He’d been punished for not doing so and he didn’t want to relive that. His cock had grown so hard that it was obvious to Ginger.

“Looks like you could use some attention, Peter,” Ginger said without moving toward him. Instead she ran her hand up Ava’s thigh and under the hem of her short dress. Peter didn’t know exactly what Ginger was doing, but Ava’s moans and her short bursts of rapid breathing told him that Ginger was completely satisfying her. Ginger inched Ava’s dress up so Peter could see that Ava wasn’t wearing her panties. She continued caressing Ava, easing up after she brought her to a new plane of ecstasy. Ava spread her legs wide so Peter could see how wet she was. “Peter?” Ava called his attention. “Are you hard, Peter?”

Peter nodded so that Ava could see. “Yes, ma’am.”

Ava clenched the ponytail that she had made of Ginger’s hair, commanding her to go down on her, and Ginger did gladly.

Ginger began voraciously eating Ava, devouring every inch, savoring Ava’s wetness, and seeming to worship Ava’s pussy. She licked it, sucked the skin around her clit, and slid two fingers in and out so slowly that Ava winced in pleasure each time Ginger slid them back in. “Fuck,” Ava breathed, seemingly out of breath.

“I love how wet you are, Ava. You have such a sweet pussy. All I have to do is this,” Ginger said and then flicked her tongue rapidly across Ava’s clit, “and you get so wet that you are gushing. Is Peter watching?”

Ava paused her moaning to look over at Peter who was watching and pouting. “Peter, are you watching Ginger eat my pussy? She’s so good at it.”

All the while Ginger had her face between Ava’s legs and couldn’t see Peter, but she stopped and looked at him. He was purely helpless. “Peter, she wants you to taste her pussy. She wants you to feel how wet she is.”

“If you’d just let me out of these,” Peter reasoned.

“You want to taste her pussy?” Ginger asked.

Peter was startled. Yes, of course he did. But Ginger was cunning. She was already on her hands and knees, so she crawled slowly over to Peter, ran her hands up his legs, steered clear of his bulge, and kept sliding her hands up to Peter’s face. She pulled him slightly toward her and kissed him, her lips covered in Ava’s juices. Peter kissed her back, licking her lips clean as he did so.

Ginger left Peter and returned to Ava on the couch. Ava slowly pulled the hem of Ginger’s dress up to her hips, and she pulled Ginger closer so their bodies were pressed against each other, and with one hand Ava held onto Ginger’s skirt and with the other she reached down to feel her wetness over her lacy panties. Peter couldn’t stop watching, couldn’t believe this was happening. Where was the threesome?

“Ok, when do I get to have fun, too?” Peter said in a jokingly manner, but he was quite desperate to get in on the action.

“Not yet,” Ginger said to Peter, then, “Ava, we may need to gag him.”

He continued to plead and bargain.

“Yes, we may,” agreed Ava, and she dropped to her knees, crawled across the floor, and knelt down in front of Peter. Unfastening his belt, she asked, “Do you want to be gagged?”

Peter became suddenly quiet, aware of the line Ava had drawn. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock and, with her hand, gave it a few strokes. “Ginger, isn’t it gorgeous?” Peter felt so good having Ava’s hand wrapped around his cock, but it didn’t last. Ava called for Ginger who was back at the couch stimulating her nipples. “Ginger, come here.” When she did, Ava took Peter’s cock in her hand and licked the tip of it just to get a reaction. She knew it would get Peter’s hopes up.

“Ava, this man has a gorgeous cock, wouldn’t you say?”

“He does. I want to suck his cock. May I?”

If Peter were excited before, there was nothing to compare now. It was about to happen. He was going to get his threesome.

“Not. Quite. Yet.” Ginger loved torture, loved it almost as much as being in control.

Ava rubbed her pussy with her hand then slid her moist hand up and down Peter’s cock a few times. Peter gasped, “You are so warm, so hot.”

Ava smirked. “If you think that’s warm, just wait until you feel your cock in my mouth.”

Ginger looked at Ava pleadingly. “Pretty please, may I?” she begged. Ava smiled and nodded her head. Ginger then took Peter’s cock that was moist from Ava’s juices and began licking it softly.

“How do you want to cum Peter? What’s your plan for us when we let you loose?”

Peter definitely did not have a plan, but that didn’t bother him because he felt the two of them would. He shrugged and smiled. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

Ava gave Ginger a wink and she moved her mouth just above the tip of Peter’s cock. She licked across the head, back around the frenulum, and once more across the head and stopped. She looked at Ava. “May I keep going?”

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His lips just brushed mine and I felt a tingle. He pulled back and looked at me, his gorgeous blue eyes filled with lust. Lust for me. He pressed his lips to mine again, and the passion between us exploded. His tongue ran across my lips, till I parted them and allowed it to push into my mouth. My gawd, he was a fantastic kisser.

I moaned as he slid his hands to my ass, grabbing my cheeks through my red simmering dress. I knew my stocking tops and garter straps were probably on display, which turned me on even more.

My cock twitched in its cage under my panties. His cock wasn’t constrained like mine was, and I could feel it pressing against my tummy as we made out on the dance floor. His head moved back as we ended the kiss, and he smiled at me like a Cheshire cat. I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

A glace to my right showed my wife in a very similar position. Don’s hands were on her ass and her short black dress was pulled up showing her stocking tops and garter straps. His tongue was deep in her mouth and she seemed to love it. With her arms wrapped around his neck, they were pressed as tightly as Robert and I were.

We had been dining and dancing at the casino we were staying at, and the sexual tension through the night had gotten progressively stronger. It was almost midnight when the guys asked to dance to a slow, steamy song. And, the kissing began.

I caught my wife’s eye and nodded toward the elevators. She got the message we should take this party up to our suite. Not that I’m against PDA, but what I wanted now would definitely get us thrown out of the casino. At least off the dance floor.

“Wanna head up to our room”, I asked Robert? He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the elevators, my wife and Don right behind us.

As soon as the doors closed, Robert grabbed me, wrapped me in his arms again and kissed me deeply. I responded and breathlessly kissed him back. He pulled back and looked at me again with that grin, and I felt a hand near my neck grabbing the zipper in the back of my dress. I glanced at the mirrored wall and noticed it wasn’t Robert’s hand, it was Don’s. Robert had his hand on my wife’s zipper. They were each slowly sliding our zippers down, helping each other out. Damn, that was erotic. I wonder how they managed that trick. And, we weren’t the only ones in the elevator, but luckily no kids were there, just other horny men.

When our dresses were unzipped, the guys stepped back and pulled them off our shoulders. I looked at my wife and lifted my eye brows, then let the red dress slide down, and stepped out of it. My wife looked at me, kind of shocked, and let her dress slide down. Being gentlemen, they took our dresses and folded them over their arms.

The guys kissed us again, now grabbing our nearly bare asses. We were both in bras, cheeky panties over our garter belts, hose and 6.5″ fuck me heels. We looked smoking hot, and felt the same.

Once we hit the 19th floor, the doors opened and we walked arm in arm with our guys down the hall. A couple of guys, probably conventioneers, walked toward us as we strutted with our men. I’m sure they thought we were hookers with our marks. That thought made me tingle even more.

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“It’s beautiful, isn’t it,” Robert whispered into my ear.

“Oh fuck, yessssss,” I hissed back.

I had stopped for a moment and admire the physical specimen in front of me. It was the most perfectly shaped cock I had ever seen. It was medium brown color, like it’s owner, about 8 inches long, not a gargantuan freakishly huge unit. It was just wide enough so my hand comfortably fit around it as I stroked it slowly. It was circumcised and the head was perfectly shaped. The balls which accompanied the beautiful penis made a perfectly matched set. Not small, not huge, but hanging down nicely as they fit the overall package. My left hand gently fondled those balls as my right hand held the cock.

The cock was shiny with my spit, and I slowly slid my hand up and down the shaft, kissing the tip lovingly as the owner looked down at me. Don was slowly fucking my ass with a fairly large butt plug as I admired the cock. My admiration was cut short as the owner now grabbed my head urging me to get back to sucking. I again wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly slid it back into my mouth, past my gag reflex and down my throat. The knowledge that this same gorgeous cock had been in my wife’s pussy just minutes ago increased my excitement many fold.

“You know Nicole got this cock in all three of her holes. You only get to feel it in two,” Robert teased me.

I was dressed in a very slutty outfit chosen for the occasion by my brother-in-law. It was virtually the same outfit my wife was wearing when she was ravished by the bisexual black man in front of me. A very sexy red lace bra (C cup), cheeky panties and garter belt set, with black stockings and 6.5 inch black patent leather peep toe pumps. A short shimmering red dress completed the outfit. My nails and hair had been done earlier escort videoları in the day professionally. I, of course, was shaved completely from the neck down. Laser hair removal is a great thing.

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It had been my wife’s idea to take me to Vegas for a replay of her weekend with my sister Megan. My wife and sister had gone the month earlier. She said it was only fair that I have a getaway weekend, too. Nicole and Megan had non-stop lesbian sex for 2 nights before they ventured out to find a nice cock for a change. And, they hit the jackpot with Robert and Don. They were in a metro bar when the ladies walked in looking stunning and available. Once they got past basic intros, it took no time for the four of them to realize they needed to find a place to fuck. I was informed Robert had the stamina of a super sex hero, and fucked my wife for most of the night. Don immediately lusted after my sister. Robert did fuck my sister and Don spent some time between my wife’s legs, especially after Robert filled her with cum. During the little amount of down time, Robert and Don learned of our situation. They were intrigued with the possibility of doing a wife and husband.

Nicole had decided that I wouldn’t need any men’s clothing on this trip. The closest thing to men’s clothing I packed were a pair of boy shorts I could wear in the hot tub or pool. It was a little problematic getting through security to get on the plane. I wore panties, of course, women’s slacks, flats, and a gender neutral top. If you looked close, you could tell I was in women’s clothes, but with so much going on at the airport, no one noticed. I don’t have any issue being fully dressed as a woman in public, but with my ID’s showing me as a man, I didn’t want to get into the discussion about my sexual fetish with TSA.

Once through security, I headed for the family restroom with my carryon bag. Off with the generic clothes and on with the sensible heels, modestly short skirt, wig, makeup, lacy bra, semi-sheer blouse and jewelry. I looked classy and sexy. Walking back out of the restroom, I gave Nicole a modest peck on the lips. I didn’t want to mess up my just painted lips.

The door man at the hotel got a good look up my skirt as I got out. “Do you like pink,” I asked him as I walked toward the door. He smiled back at me. When we got to the room, the door was barely shut and the drapes wide open when I was immediately pulled into Nicole’s arms with her tongue pushing into my mouth. I moaned submissively as she forced my mouth open wide and tried to put her tongue into my throat. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against her, my growing erection constrained in my pink cage. She had my skirt and top off in an instant, leaving me in my sexy pink thong, bra and heels.

I was on my knees soon after and started licking her very wet pussy. My own cock trying to stretched the cage and push out of my panties, as I worked feverishly on Nicole’s familiar pussy. I wasn’t trying to make love or work her clit with finesse, I wanted her to cum. And she needed release. I felt her grab my head and fuck my mouth with urgency. I didn’t resist at all. I reveled in the submissiveness of the act. “Eat my pussy, you fucking slut,” Nicole screamed at me.

And, I did. I was gasping, tearing up, feeling totally like her bitch. We’d been in the room for maybe 5 minutes, and I was being used. I was hopeful, and afraid, that this would be my fate for the entire trip. I put my hands behind my back, and let Nicole use me. The good (or bad) news was she only lasted about 5 minutes. She bellowed “I’m cumming,” loud enough for anyone in the building to hear as she erupted, squirting into my throat. She pulled back some to let me taste the last half of her orgasm.

She let go of my head, and I suckled her cunt for a while longer, gently licking and sucking her clit and lips until it was neat and clean. I got up, kissed her gently and went to put on a pair of short shorts and a sexy top.

Nicole decided we weren’t going to wait 2 days to meet Robert and Don, and set us up to meet that evening at the same club where they met my wife. So, I was off to the salon to get prepared for the evening. The nice thing about Vegas, no one questioned a man going into a salon for hair, makeup and nails. I have longer than average dirty blond hair, and the stylist was a genius. She managed to make me look as sexy as my wife or twin sister, with just a little too much eye shadow. When I left the salon, I looked very much like a sultry, if flat chested, woman. All the while, I had the taste of pussy in my mouth as the girls worked me over.

We didn’t have a lot of time before we had to leave, so I showered using the most feminine shower jell I could find. I made sure I was as clean as could be, inside and out. After drying off, I went to the bedroom to find Nicole had laid out the clothes she chose for me this night. I was about to put on my panties when Nicole stopped me.

“Get over gaziantep escort bayan videoları here, slut. I want you focused tonight,” Nicole growled. I went to her, and she had me lay on her lap. “Count them, bitch,” she said. Then, she proceeded to give me ten solid swats on my ass, 5 on each cheek. “One, two, three…” I counted as she walloped my ass. When she was done, my cheeks were indeed rosy. I could feel the heat she generated when I put on my sexy pink cage. I didn’t need a bulge showing tonight.

But before I put on my panties, Nicole lubed up a smallish vibrating butt plug and slowly pushed into my ass. She worked it back and forth a few times, then set it in as my ring grabbed the end of the toy and held it in place. My panties helped hold it in, and Nicole turned it on low. The vibrations were delicious. I was so horny for cock now, I was almost begging Nicole to fuck me before we left.

“Patience, bitch. I want you to remember who you belong to this evening,” Nicole said, trying to justify her beating my ass. She didn’t need to say this. I know whose bitch I am. And, the beating felt wonderful. My cock was again straining in my cage, but I knew there wouldn’t be any relief for me until much later.

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We made our way down to the lobby. I could feel the eyes on us as I strutted through the taxi line. The same door man got a very good look at my legs, stocking tops and panties again as I got into the taxi. In the taxi, I put my hand on Nicole’s inner thigh, and just barely nudged her clit. Nicole has an impressive clit, it’s pronounced and thick. I loved her clit, and she knows it. I just rubbed the tip, teasing her as we made our way to the club.

As we exited the cab, a number of people got a nice view of our panties as we weren’t as graceful as we could have been. But, that was sort of the plan. Nicole paid the cover and we walked into the club, music loud, but not ridiculous. We looked around, and then saw them. I didn’t know who they were, but they looked like male models. They were hard to miss, and Don, immediately recognized me.

As I mentioned, Robert and Don had been the gentlemen my wife and sister had met a couple of months ago while they were in Vegas. My wife thought it only fair to share the experience with me, dressed as Misty, of course. Both of them knew I liked to cross dress, and they were anxious to see me.

Don was a tall handsome man with brown hair and a body to kill for. He wore a fitted dark grey suit with a blue and silver shimmering shirt. And, his partner, whom I later found out was Robert, was just as fucking gorgeous as his buddy. He was about 6’1, same as Don. They looked like a matched set. He looked solid, but not body builder type. I was hot for both of them.

“Oh, Megan, baby, you’re back!!! I’ve missed you,” Don yelled. He threw his arms around me and kissed me full on my lips, even pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and returned the kiss as Nicole smirked next to us.

As we broke our kiss, Nicole sniggered and said “This is Morgan, Megan’s almost identical twin brother. Or, you can call her Misty, when he looks like this.”

Don stepped back in amazement and stared at me for several seconds. “He’s right. I’m Megan’s brother. We’re almost identical twins,” I confessed.

“My gawd, if I didn’t know, I would swear you were Megan. You look exactly like her, gorgeous”, gushed Robert.

Robert looked at me, as if he were inspecting me or something. “Gawd damn, you look exactly like Megan,” he pronounced again. Then, he did a Crocodile Dundee thing and pressed his hand into my crotch.

“Ohhh, what the…” I shrieked as his hand groped my crotch.

“She not a real Sheila,” Robert proclaimed. We couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. Luckily the place was hopping enough so no one really paid too much attention to us.

“Nicole told me about your little fetish, but I never thought you’d pull it off this well,” Robert said. “You look fucking awesome.”

“I have to agree,” added Don. “Misty, you obviously fooled me. You rock gurl.”

“Thank you so much,” I blushed. “I love the way you greet people here. You’re a fantastic kisser. I’ll remember the kiss for a long time.

“Nice to finally meet you both. My wife has told me so much about you two. She had a wonderful time with you last month,” I added.

“We both had a fantastic time with her and Megan as well. It was very…. satisfying for all of us, I believe,” mused Don.

We got some drinks and found a booth in the back to sit and chat in a semi circle booth. The boys sat on the outside, with Nicole and I in the between them. So it was Don, Nicole, me, then Robert. It didn’t take long before I felt hands on both of my legs. I don’t know how or if this was signaled, but about the same time, my legs were pulled apart some.

I had no intention of offering any resistance to anyone. We were in this town, they knew the club, and gaziantep escort videoları if they wanted to have sex with me on the table, fine by me. Robert kept gazing at me, telling me how much she loved being with my sister in bed all night, and how much we looked alike.

As Nicole’s hand, and Robert’s, rubbed my inner thighs, pushing my short skirt higher, I put my hands on their legs, inner thighs and worked my hands toward their crotches. I did have to move my hand from Roberts’s leg occasionally to sip my drink, but I left my left hand on Nicole, discovering what I’d suspected. A very very wet pussy.

After groping each other for a while, Nicole grabbed my hand and we headed for the little girls room. She led me into a stall, shut the door, pushed me up against it and kissed me passionately again. “I know you’re not Megan, but you look so much like her. Her pussy tasted so sweet, and she ate me to a bazillion orgasms last month. Do you like pussy too, Misty,” she asked?

“Honey, you know I love your pussy. And, I love cock. I love being bi and having it all. I want to show you tonight how hot and sub I can be. I love to eat your cum filled pussy,” I hissed back. And, then more kissing. As we kissed, I pulled up her dress easily, and stuck my right middle finger deep into her very wet cunt. Nicole moaned into my mouth as I finger fucked her till she was almost there. Then I stopped. “You bitch,” she snarled. “Just edging you, slut,” I responded.

“We’ll see who gets edged tonight, once Robert takes you.”

She just sat and peed as I watched, then I peed as she watched. We washed up, touched up our makeup, and left the washroom, but not before I got a finger in her cunt once more. When we got to the table, I brushed my Nicole soaked finger under Joe’s nose. He took one whiff and instantly knew where my finger had been. He looked at Nicole with lust. I was sure he’d fuck her tonight.

Nicole and I went to the dance floor, moving sensually to the music. We danced close and our lips touched from time to time. I turned her and pulled her against my crotch, her ass grinding into me. Her dress hiked up a bit, and her ass was partially showing. A group of four guys danced close to us, watching and getting closer. I turned and a guy pulled me into him as a buddy got behind me. In just a couple of minutes, two hard cocks were being pressed into my thigh and ass. I loved it.

I turned just a bit and saw Nicole in the same type of coupling. A man sandwich with her as the meat. The guy in front of me kissed me as his hands grabbed my ass. He was slowly pulling up my skirt in back to help his buddy grind his hard on into my panties with one less piece of clothing between us. The ass grinder in turn had his hands around my body grabbing what he thought were real 36 C tits. I loved it.

We were getting pretty hot and heavy, and given Nicole’s more aggressive guys, she was much more exposed than I was. Her tits and ass were pretty much hanging out, magnificent as they were. We probably weren’t far from getting kicked out of the place when our men decided it was enough. The guys weren’t happy, but they weren’t going to fuck with Robert and Don.

Robert and Don took over dancing with us. Nicole was super turned at this point. She had been on edge since the restroom, and with the guys feeling her up on the dance floor, she was ready to explode.

This is when Robert kissed me on the dance floor. After our passionate kissing, we strolled across to the elevators with our arms around one another and the Don and Nicole right behind us.

We kissed again on the way up, even though there we other people in the elevator with us. This is when the boys decided to unzip our dresses and start to strip us. Once on the 18th floor, we walked to our room with their hands on our asses. We opened the door, and Nicole and I were on the bed making out. I worked my way down her body to her steamy cunt, and started licking her inner thighs. Pushing her legs wide apart, I started to move my tongue towards her over heated clit.

As we were at it on the bed, Robert and Don were stripping their clothes off. They reached for each other’s cock and stroked it as they moved in for a quick but passionate kiss. When I looked over my shoulder, they were just finishing their kiss, and moving to the bed. I felt my panties being pulled down. I wiggled my hips to help whoever it was pull them off me. Hands were on my ass caressing and squeezing it. Pulling my cheeks apart, running a tongue along my ass crack.

I moaned into Nicole’s cunt as I felt a tongue enter my ass. I looked into Nicole’s eyes as I sucked her clit hard and drove a finger deep into her pussy. Robert had moved up near her face and started rubbing his cock all over her lips and cheeks. She moaned deeply as I lapped my tongue on her clit which I sucked into my mouth. With her mouth open from moaning, Robert stuck his cock into her mouth. This must have pushed her over and she had an immense orgasm, her screaming muffled by Robert’s cock.

While she came down, I was rolled over by Robert. He pulled me up and kissed me, tasting his wife’s cunt on my lips. Breaking our kiss, I got to my hands and knees with Robert in front of me. His gorgeous cock just inches from my face. I couldn’t resist touching it, stroking it and eventually, placing gentle kisses on the tip of his cock. Then, just little gentle light licks of his slit.

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The Matrons of Regal Bay

Chapter 12

Gloria’s Tales — Part 3

It was Easter weekend in Regal Bay, the second weekend of April, and Gloria had been looking forward to a quiet one. Most of her close family was away on spring break vacations. In fact, only her daughter Gina was spending the holiday weekend in Regal Bay. As a result, the elder Van Winkle thought she’d give her daughter a call. That call quickly went from pleasant to something less in a manner of minutes, thanks in no small part to Coors Light beer.

“Mom, I just don’t want to keep hooking up with guys who only want to fuck, fish, and free-load. And believe me, that’s the only kind of guys around this shit-hole of a town that want to do anything with an old bitch like me.”

Gloria was sitting at her breakfast table that Saturday enjoying light lunch that her house-keeper had prepared, listening once again to the dismay her daughter Gina seemed to enjoy spewing her way, at least once a week. Gina was the twin sister of Ginger, Gloria’s oldest children, and even now as she advanced into her late forties, Gina was still the black sheep of the Van Winkle family.

“Gina, Gina, Gina,” Gloria clucked. “I really wish you would stop worrying about settling into a relationship of any kind, with any kind of man. You need to relax more, and get out and enjoy your life. Regal Bay is a wonderful place, if you’d only take the time to enjoy it.”

“Mother, I grew up in this fish-breath town, remember,” Gina retorted. “I know this place and I know that there isn’t anything around here that I want to do. I don’t like hanging around the beaches or parks, I don’t like going out to clubs with all of these college kids and their drugs and music, and I don’t like spending any amount of time at your golf club. I don’t like golf and I don’t like the people that are always snobbing around, sticking their hands out looking for some Van Winkle charity.”

“But you do like spending time up at the Cattle Ranch or the Pecos Bill Salon up by the highway, don’t you?” Gloria thought to herself, knowing that Gina was a fixture at those two country-western bars. Gloria audibly sighed. “Gina, I understand you very well. You’ve been this way since you were a teen-ager, and you haven’t outgrown it yet. Nor will you or should you. I love you just the way you are, dear. You’re the only Van Winkle that really did her own thing, you know.”

“And look where that got me,” Gina replied. “A single mother with a son who has disowned me and won’t answer my calls, all because I “did my own thing” instead of following my beloved sisters and brother in the Van Winkle goose-step.”

“That will be enough, young lady,” Gloria insisted. “I understand perfectly well that you have never embraced our family’s eccentricities, nor will I even blame you for your choices.”

“You mean, it’s not my fault I never felt the desire to sleep with my own father or brothers,” Gina snidely replied.

Gloria paused, growing more frustrated. “Gina, you were never pressured and always respected. The Van Winkle family has always been close, you know that, but it is not a pre-requisite of being a family member. Not all of your cousins have enjoyed the pleasures, and your siblings have long ago settled into more traditional family roles.”

“Which is why Ginger still enjoys bragging about her personal sexual escapades every time she calls, or those of her bi-sexual twins,” Gina answered. “And don’t tell me you still aren’t entertaining Gabriel, especially now that he works for you. I know better than that. Plus, I’ve heard stories about cousin Annie’s boy Tim. He’s gaining something of a reputation, did you know that?”

Gloria paused, quite aware of young Tim Strauss’s reputation, having only recently spent a few quality hours with her great-nephew, and a friend of his. That brought an idea to her mind.

“Gina, why don’t you come over tonight for dinner?” she offered. “We can talk better about your problems if you’d like, and maybe over some wine, or beer if you’d rather, we can get it all out and see if it makes you feel any better. Plus, I might have a few ideas of my own to help you. How does that sound?”

Gina, for her part, seriously thought about not accepting. Instead, she realized that it had been too long since she and her mother had actually sat across from each other and enjoyed an evening. “Okay, Mother. I don’t have anything else planned this evening any way. Why not?”

“Wonderful!” Gloria replied. “I’ll have Shonda prepare her delicious chicken and dumplings for us. It’ll be nice having a quiet dinner with my lovely daughter, I think. Just the two of us.”

“Okay, whatever. I said I’d be there, didn’t? Good-bye, Mother,” Gina said and hung up.

Gloria set her phone down on the table and finished off the piece of toast she’d been nibbling on. A string of thoughts flowed through her mind and she was dialing a moment later.

“Hello, Natalya? Yes, this is Gloria. I was wondering if I might speak to your son, if he’s available?” She escort hikayeleri listened for a moment. “Yes, I think I’ve got it. Thank you.” Gloria hung up and quickly touched in the number that her friend and employee had given out. A moment later she was talking to Nicolas Aleshinov.

“Nico? Yes, this is Gloria Van Winkle. I was calling to ask if you might be available this evening, say, sometime after nine?”

***

Gloria greeted her daughter at the front door shortly after five o’clock. Gina’s car, a small, red Pontiac, was parked behind her own gray Mercedes. It was an obvious clash between classes, in Gloria’s mind, although she and her daughter would always be associated with the higher one.

“I’m so thrilled you decided to come,” Gloria grinned as she took her daughter’s hands in hers, and then kissed her forehead. “It’s been entirely too long since you’ve paid me a visit, Gina.” The two women embraced and then Gloria took Gina’s hand in hers and led the way through the big house overlooking the bay from Van Winkle Heights, to the back porch where Shonda had set out a tray of tea and crackers ahead of dinner.

They each took a seat in one of the well-upholstered deck chairs facing out towards the Pacific, some five miles distant. The evening was warm, though a gentle breeze coming from the northwest made it pleasant. The patio umbrella blocked the setting sun. Gina lit up a cigarette and dropped both the pack and lighter onto the glass-topped table. Gloria poured iced sun-tea for both of them, though only she drank.

For the next twenty minutes, mother and daughter small-talked a little as the sun continued to reach for the Pacific. They spoke of work, the weather, and family, until Shonda stepped through the patio door and announced that dinner was served.

“Shonda has this wonderful recipe for chicken and dumplings,” Gloria told her daughter as they followed the robust house-keeper inside. Shonda was a member of one of the few African-American families living in Regal Bay, the Reverend Miles Franklin behind her father. “She tells me it’s an old family recipe, passed on through generations of Franklins, maybe as far back as the Colonies,” Gloria continued. Inside, Gloria and her daughter took places at the smaller table in the breakfast nook of the kitchen, where she had asked for dinner to be served. She felt it a little more intimate, it being only her and her daughter, than the larger eight-place oak table in the dining room.

Once seated, Shonda served their plates already prepared, asked if there was anything else, and then quietly removed herself to the small sitting room she used when awaiting Gloria’s instructions.

Over dinner, Gloria drank beer along with her daughter, though she seldom drank much. She always had on hand several varieties for guests, and as her daughter was known to enjoy Coors Light, she had had a case delivered that afternoon. Gina finished three bottles before she had completed her meal, and Gloria, having finished off her one, looked forward to retiring to the den, where she had a bottle of Kaella Rose wine chilling.

With dinner concluded, Gloria insisted they retire to the den to talk. Gina retrieved a fresh bottle of beer from the kitchen before following her mother on through. In the comfortably furnished den, Gina and Gloria sat in matching chairs facing somewhat towards the unlit fireplace, their backs to the windows and the view of the growing darkness. Between them sat a lamp table which Gina used for her beer and ashtray. Gloria had switched to the wine that she had chilling in the den and under her mother’s suggestion Gina accepted a glass.

“I invested in this wonderful Washington state winery a few years ago,” Gloria explained as she marveled at the sparkling liquid through the walls of her glass. “I receive a case of each vintage annually.” Gloria took a sip, and followed it up with a larger mouthful. Gina, for her part, wasn’t a wine drinker, but did enjoy hers none the less.

As the evening wore on each woman relaxed more, with Gina growing ever tipsier from the wine they were consuming. It was all to the designs Gloria had for the evening. She wanted her daughter to relax, to enjoy herself, and not think about her person troubles. Soon after the wall-mounted coocoo clock had chirped nine o’clock over her shoulder, Gloria stood and greeted the young man being escorted into the den by Shonda.

“Nicolas! Welcome! I am so thrilled that you were able to make it!” Gina took the young man in her arms, greeting him with a hug, and then a light kiss upon each of his cheeks. She then turned and introduced her daughter.

“Nicolas, this is my daughter Gina, Ginger’s twin,” she announced.

“Good to meet you finally,” he said to Gina, who remained seated in the chair. She had a look of puzzlement upon her face, which she cast her mother’s way as the young man stepped up and presented his hand. She shook it and he added, “I have heard about you for some time, gaziantep escort hikayeleri but it is a pleasure to finally be able to put a face to the name.” Nico then brought his lips to her hand and lightly kissed the back, in a somewhat formal fashion. Gina recognized a slight accent on Nico’s words, but could not place it. She also noted the slight grin on his mouth, and the twinkle in his eye as they met hers.

“Nicolas is the son of a wonderful woman who works for me, Gina,” her mother explained as she returned to her seat. “Natalya, his mother, is an events planner for the convention center, though she helps out with the other properties as well.”

Gina was beginning to get a hint of what her mother might have in mind. The effects of the alcohol she’d consumed that evening had her buzzing pleasantly, but she was still quite aware that her mother had avoided any discussion of relationships in general or sex in particular, and that hadn’t been with Gloria’s normal manner. She gave a look to her mother that let her know that she was well aware of her plans.

“Shonda, darling,” Gloria called, knowing that her house-keeper was still waiting just in the hallway.

The black woman stepped into the room. “Yes, Ma’am?”

“I think we can manage from here,” Gloria told her. “Dinner was fabulous, as always, dear. Do have a pleasant weekend as well. I shall see you Tuesday morning then.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am. Have a joyous Easter, Ma’am,” Shonda replied before bowing out. Shonda was a wonderful house-keeper and in her many years working for Gloria since Hugo’s passing, she had never wavered in her commitment to bringing a touch of religion into Gloria’s home. Gloria loved the young woman and would take care of her in the future, very well.

After Shonda had left the room, Gloria reached to take Nico’s hand in hers. “Be a darling, Nico, and fetch my daughter and yourself a cold beer. I think Gina would rather drink that than this uppity wine I’ve on hand.” Gloria smiled at her daughter mischievously then.

“Coors light,” Gina said in answer to Nico’s glance. “Bring two for me, please,” she added as he moved off. Obviously, Nico knew his way around her mother’s home, if she could rely on him to retrieve drinks from the kitchen.

“I know what you’re doing, Mother!” Gina accused with a glare. “What makes you think that I want to have sex with a boy that young?”

“I’m suggesting no such thing!” Gloria laughed. “I only thought that maybe, if you were of a mind to enjoy yourself, to let yourself go to your pent-up passions and get some much-needed male contact.”

“I can’t believe you are paying some kid to come have sex with your down and out daughter!” she practically shouted. She calmed herself, tossed back the last of her glass of wine, and said, “This is shit, Mother!”

“Come now! This is very nice wine,” Gloria replied, fully aware that the alcohol was not what her daughter was referring to.

“You know what I mean, Mother!” Gina sighed. “I don’t need you or anyone else to set me up with a man.”

“Gina, it’s not like that at all!” Gloria replied. “Nico is one of several young men in this town who have a desire for older women. He enjoys pleasuring those of us who are supposed to be beyond our prime. He is completely here of his own free will, of that I can assure you. I’m paying him nothing more than a compliment by introducing you to him. He has asked about you on several occasions, of that I can also assure you. Nico has been looking forward to meeting you and now that he has, why don’t you let him make his case? Just relax, enjoy yourself, and should you find him pleasing, then allow him to pleasure you.”

Gina obviously couldn’t take her mother seriously, but knew enough about the secretive world hidden in the shadows of Regal Bay and the Van Winkle family to know that her slut-mother wasn’t making any of it up. If Nico was indeed there to see to her needs, be they sexual or not, then he was indeed there of his own free will. Still, Gina didn’t think of herself as attractive, not now that she was an out of shape divorced mother, and settling into a low point in her life. What could a young Romeo do to change any of that, she wondered. Then again, as Nico came striding confidently back into the room, she asked herself, “What do I have to lose?”

With a trio of fresh beers in hand for himself and Gina, Nico had barely set them on the table and settled himself into an empty chair when Gloria said, “I’d like to thank you, good and proper Nico. You did a marvelous job on the new planters out back last week, by the way. Gina, you really must take a look at them. Nico is such a wonderful, creative spirit. I do wish he’d turn his skills into something more useful and beneficial.”

“I do not think I would have time then for all of my other pursuits,” Nico smiled as he took a long look towards Gina. His smile was genuine, she felt. And his eyes seemed to be taking her in warmly as well. escort gaziantep hikayeleri It had been a while since a man had looked at her that way.

Gloria noticed her daughter’s calmness and wanted push the issue just a bit more. “I’m sure you have enough energy to actively pursuit all of your desires, Nico, my boy. Why don’t you come over here,” she added, patting her thigh as she did.

“Okay,” Nico smiled, and sat his beer down on the table between the two women.

Gloria reached out and took his hand in hers, and then placed it on her thigh, just below the hem of the blue and pink striped dress she had worn that evening. Nico knelt down, grinning from ear to ear, and let the older woman move his hand upon her thigh. “You are very warm, Mrs. Van Winkle.” he said. “I didn’t think it was all that warm in here.”

“Maybe it’s just me,” Gloria grinned while tossing her daughter a wink. “Maybe you’re making me hot. And since you are, you’d better call me Gloria. We’ve talked about this before, young man.” She then parted her thighs and pulled his hand higher between them. She pulled his hand from her upper thigh and placed it atop her white panties, and directly onto her pubic mound. “That “Mrs. Van Winkle” is for formal talk. This is all about pleasures now.” She then began to move his hand up and down her crotch and lower belly.

“What do you think? Am I getting hot?” she asked him in a husky voice.

“Yes, Gloria, you are getting pretty warm alright,” Nico said. “In all the right spots, too.” He gave Gina a side-long glance, adding a wink before turning his attention fully back to Gloria.

“And I’ll bet you’re getting pretty hard, right about now,” Gloria grinned and glanced again towards Gina. Her daughter sat quietly, watching.

Nico gave his crotch a glance. “That would be your fault,” Nico answered. “You know how to get moya malen’kaya priyatel’nitsa excited.”

“Moya who?” Gina asked, interrupting the scene playing out before her.

“He means, “His Little Playmate”,” Gloria laughed. “It’s what Nico calls his manhood!”

“Oh. That,” Gina giggled. “Sounded weird to me.”

“Nico’s parents are Russian, so he tends to toss in a few words now and then in his native tongue,” Gloria told her daughter. “And speaking of tongue…” Gloria let his hand rest upon her crotch and reached up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. His hand continued to rub her pussy through the panties and she pulled her thighs open a little wider. Once his shirt was open, she leaned back into the chair and spread herself wide. “Give Grandma Gloria a kiss, Nico,” she purred.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Nico replied, and lowered his face between her thighs. He planted his mouth against the mound of her crotch and kissed her pussy through her dampening panties. He sucked in a deep lungful of her scent before giving her entire crotch a wide-tongued lick, from bottom to top.

“Oooohhh, that feels so good,” Gloria sighed. She rolled her head and gave Gina a smile. “Join in, if you’re of a mind, dear.”

Gina hesitated, and then after a long gulp of beer, she slipped to the floor on her knees behind Nico and pulled his shirt up and away. Nico turned away from Gloria’s presented crotch and leaned in to give Gina a quick kiss. Once their lips had parted, the action took on a new urgency. Gina grabbed his head in her hands and pulled his mouth back to hers. She kissed him hard and long, and accepted his tongue into her mouth when he thrust it out. She caught it with her lips and sucked on it hard. Her fires had erupted within her in that moment, and she needed desperately what he seemingly was willing to give. She had been without sexual satisfaction for entirely too long and needed desperately to get off.

Gina eventually released Nico and stood. She had dressed very different from her mother in that she had worn pleated black slacks and a three-button pull-over shirt. As she stood looking from her mother, who sat with her legs were splayed obscenely in the chair, and at Nico, a young man with a wide grin growing on his face as fast as the bulge in his khakis, Gina lifted her shirt up and off. She wore a plain white bra beneath and her soft, matronly breasts were held high on her chest. She reached back and a moment later they fell into Nico’s and her mother’s view. Gina’s nipples were cherry-red and surrounded by large areola. The thick buds were hard with excitement, and surrounded with goose-bumps that covered the dark discs of her areola.

As Nico took the sight of Gina’s breasts fully in, he began to pull and tug at his belt and khakis. He had to roll back onto his ass to kick them off, and fell between Gloria’s parted thighs behind him. She, too, had begun to strip down, having removed her blue and pink dress. She had been wearing a bra and had to unfasten it before allowing her own breasts to fall free. Her nipples were of pale pink, ringed by even paler discs on her soft breasts, though they had begun to thicken and darken in anticipation of what was in store for the evening.

Still sitting on his ass, and still wearing his white briefs, Nico’s head was pulled to the side by Gloria, who placed one sweat nipple against his lips. He sucked it into his mouth immediately and began to feast. As soon as she had stripped of her slacks, Gina knelt in front of him and began to run her hands across the bulge in his underwear that his stiffening cock was building.

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I woke up Saturday morning around 11 and the girls were already up. As I was getting out of the shower, I ran into Preeti.

“So what time did you get in last night?” she asked.

“Around 6 this morning.” I lied.

“Wow, you had along night!” she exclaimed, as we walked back to the living room where Neha and Sonia were reading the morning paper.

“Yea.” I grinned. “I had to make up for lost time.” I noticed that Sonia had a slight smile on the face. Before Neha and Preeti could guess on my meaning I added. “I had a lot of hangouts to cover. I even met a couple of old friends and juniors.”

“Hope you weren’t too naughty.” Quipped Neha.

“Oh just enough to be fun, and not enough to get in trouble.” I smiled back.

“Still the same,” laughed Sonia keeping up her act. “You never could give a straight answer.”

“What’s fun in that?” I shot back. “It’s still the reason I like to smile a lot. Makes people wonder what I’m up to.” I said with a Devilish grin.

“So what’s your plan today Mr. Hot shot.” asked Sonia.

“Well I though we could get something to eat and then I wanted to meet a couple of my Professors. I told them I would be in town. It won’t be too long.” I said.

“Ok, that’s actually works well. I have to go to the office for a bit, so why not meet here in the evening and then let’s go to a club. You still like dancing don’t you? Sonia said.

“You Dance?” Asked Preeti.

“Absolutely! I can shake it with the best of them. I have moves that will make you drool.” I said with a cool and suave look.

“Well then, you better save a dance for me.” Neha jumped in. “I’d like to see some of those moves for my self, and maybe you’ll be able to keep up with me.”

“Oh, looks like this is going to be an interesting night.” Preeti grinned.

“You have no idea.” I whispered under my breath to Sonia who was sitting next to me, but said aloud. “Those are the best kinds”.

So we had a quick brunch and I left. I spent the afternoon meeting a couple of my professors on campus and chatting with them, discussing their research, and going through their latest experiments and potential research papers. Although it was fun and interesting chatting with them, this was not the real reason I had come back to town this weekend and around 6 pm I decided it was time to head back.

When I got back, Sonia was home alone watching TV. She had got back half an hour prior to me and said that Preeti and Neha were at the gym and would be back in about half an hour. That’s all needed to hear and I sat on the couch next to her, took her in my arms and started to kiss her. This didn’t have the urgency of last night, but both of us didn’t mind. We just continue to kiss and “make-out” like two teenagers. I kept looking at her and kept marveling her every aspect of her. Her sparkling eyes, the button nose, her dimpled cheeks, her inviting lips and her soft chin.

I started to butterfly kiss her face and then kissed her lower lip and very tenderly nibbled at it. She started to rub her finger in my hair and neck. I kissed her neck and licked a trail from her neck to her exposed color bone then back again. I traced the curvature of her ear with the tip of my tongue and gently sucked on her ear lobe. Sonia started to breathe very heavily and I could see she was getting very aroused. I stopped kissing her and gave her a hug.

“Why did you stop?” She whispered.

“I want you to want me tonight.” I whispered back.

“I do want you.” She looked into my eyes.

“I know, but I want each and every part of you to want me, to need me, to ache for me. So when we are together tonight, I want you to feel more pleasure that you could imagine. I want you feel that every aching moment we have been patiently apart these past months has been repaid, and I would love for you to need me with your soul” I said in earnest.

Sonia was silent for a moment. Then she said with a smile, “you always did have a way with words. Ok, till tonight then.”

“Oh, one more thing,” She grinned “Neha thinks you are hot, so be ready for some serious moves in the dance floor”

“You gonna be Ok with that.” I asked.

“I know you’re coming to me tonight.” She smiled. “So if Neha works your appetite up, then that good for me isn’t it!”

“Touché” I said.

Neha and Preeti came back a little while later, and after their showers we all set out for the night. The first stop was dinner, where I learned that the Preeti and Neha had invited a couple of their friends to join us. Sameer and Rohit joined us at the restaurant and after the introductions started to get gel in with the rest of us. Both very handsome and good looking, and seemed like good guys. Sameer was a college friend of Neha and Rohit had met Preeti and Neha at the gym they usually went to. It was apparent that everyone got along well and the well nice enough to include me in their group.

Dinner was fun with the usually jokes and laughter. We decided to skip dessert as we didn’t want to be too full before the dance. The Desi club wasn’t far from the restaurant to se decided to escort sitesi walk there. The place was moderately crowded and was famous for playing excellent music. It was usually Hindi remix songs that are just perfect for modern /hip-hop dancing.

We got there and immediately hit the floor. I paired up with Sonia (obviously), while Neha just grabbed Sameer’s hand and started to shake him around. Preeti and Rohit weren’t ready for the floor so they sat at the bar for a bit. Anyone who’s gone to dance clubs knows that loud music, disco lights, and healthy bodies act like an aphrodisiac, so pretty soon everyone was getting very “comfortable” on the dance floor. Of course Sonia and I had to behave ourselves, so pretty soon we exchanged partners and Neha and I were literally shaking it on the dance floor. Neha was taking full advantage of her nubile figure and was dancing extremely suggestively. Of course not to be left behind, I was keeping up, throwing in a few Salsa moves that clearly impressed Neha. She started to get bolder and started touching my chest and hold my hand and rubbing them all over her sides She turned around moving to the music and started to rub her very inviting ass on my crotch and since I had the OK from Sonia, I was not holding back either. I started rubbing my hands over her thighs and started to push my now hardening dick back into her. Her smile told me that she was getting my response.

Soon the lights got into the strobing (blinking) mode to we couldn’t really see other well. Neha just turned around and got close enough to reach around and placed her hand on my ass. Then moved my right leg between legs and started to hump her crotch on my thigh. Really getting into it I grabbed her ass and started to totally help her ride my leg. The look of lust in Neha’s eyes was enough to make my dick into a spring board. All this while I could see glimpses of Sonia and when our eyes met, she smiled approvingly. Neha humped with perfect rhythm of the music and the intensity told me that if she continued she would actually get off. In one move she turned around and started to ride my other thigh. She held my hand and this time guide them to her front. In the darkness she was actually letting my feel breasts, and her nipples were hard! The smell of Neha’s perfume as well as her body heat was starting to have an stimulating effect. As I was grinding my leg on her crotch Neha started grinding selves ever harder on my thigh and started making my hand squeeze her breasts. She let go of my hands allowing me to continue the roam my fingers over her nipples and she reached her hand over her head and started to run her fingers all over my hair. Just as the music reached the frenzy tempo, I could feel her grabbing my shoulders for support and push down hard on my leg, and I almost heard her scream over the aloud music. Neha had had an orgasm while dancing with me, right there on the dance floor!

As the music slowed down, we decided to head back to the table, and have a few drinks. Neha was smiling broadly while I was almost straining to walk. We chatted for a bit and Neha was ready to go again. Preeti and Rohit joined them, and I said that I’ll sit this one out so Sameer went in my place.

“So what do you think of Neha.” Sonia asked after they foursome was out of ear shot.

I told her what had happened on the dance floor and this time Sonia was grinning.

“So I bet you’re ready to take off huh?” she said, slipping a hand under the table and rubbing her hand over my still hard cock.

“I’m ready to get off!” I replied.

“Well you teased me earlier, so this is retribution,” she laughed cruelly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you tonight, I promise. I was watching you and Neha, and right now I’m probably wetter and hornier that you are?”

“Really? How come,” I was surprised, “I thought you might be a bit jealous”

“Jealousy has no place in out relationship remember. Besides If she’s charging you up this much, I know I’ll get my just rewards. I want you to make me moan and scream all night long in every which way possible. Tonight isn’t going to be about making love, its going to be about pure, raw, unbridled sex!” She said with a look that made me hornier that I already was.”

Half an hour later we walked out of the club to call it a night. We walked back to the restaurant to pick up the cars. Preeti and Sonia got in the Car with me, but Neha decided that she was going to go with Sameer and continue her night out.

“Do you have your keys?” Preeti asked.

“No, don’t worry, I’ll just come in the morning.” Neha replied

I didn’t argue at all, since it meant a bit more freedom for me. I was sorry Preeti wasn’t going too. Rohit said his good byes as well, and the cars left the lot.

The walk back to the cars, and the drive home as allowed me and Sonia to calm down a little, so one we got home, we sat again a bit winding down from the night. Sonia brought my bedding out and set up the couch again. Preeti said that she had a bit too much to drink so she called it a night and then went gaziantep escort sitesi to her room. Sonia went to the bathrooms and I changed into my boxers and t-shirt again. Sonia came out and gave me the teasing look as she went to her room. Five minutes later Preeti’s bedroom light was turned off. I waited five more minutes and then went to Sonia’s room.

Sonia was lying on the bed, wearing her black negligee I had given her last night. The candles were already lit and Kenny G was already starting to create the mood in the stereo. I locked the door, took off my t-shirt and sat on the edge of her bed on her side. Both Sonia and I take pride in our bodies as we work very hard to maintain them. Countless hours in the gym and healthy diets for the most part definitely have an advantage. To look at someone and immediately be attracted with the biggest turn on any person can feel and also the biggest compliment anyone can give to their lover.

Sonia ran fingertips over my chest without saying anything but had a look that told me she was thinking about something.

“So what’s on your mind.” I asked.

“Do you remember the first time we were together?” She asked.

“Of course.”

“Do you remember what brought us so close?” she continued.

“You mean other than our unchecked attraction to each other?” I guessed.

“You know what I mean.” She eyed me.

“The back massages?” I asked.

“Yes.” She said. “I’d like to re-live that and experience it again. I want to feel the anticipation of that first time again. To have the same desire and anxiety.”

“But we have already made love countless time, and had sex even more times.” I said.

“Nice distinctions.” she said. “You don’t have to worry about that, but will you give me a massage tonight?”

“Of course.” I replied. “But may I suggest an improvement over last time?”

“Sure.”

I went to her dressing table, and picked up a bottle of baby oil.

“Perfect.” she said. Sonia opened her dressed and brought out a long beach towel and spread it on her bed. Then she took off her negligee and for the first time after walking in I noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I looked at her quizzically.

“You take them off in a hurry. So why bother?” She shrugged. She had a point!

Sonia got naked and lay on her stomach on the towel; I took a moment to admire her nubile body, the arch of the back and of course the curve of her perfectly shaped ass. I knew this was going to be a fun night as well.

I poured some oil on the palm and gently rubbed my hands together and placed them on Sonia’s back. Sonia took a deep breath. As I started to rub the oil on her back I could feel her exhale and start to relax. I oiled her upper back first and then slowly moved to her shoulders gently massaging her tensions away. I made slow circular motions over her back as I brought my hands down her back again to her lower back.

Once her back was oiled, I poured more oil on my palm and rubbed the oil on her inviting ass. Rubbing her ass with the oil gave me an instant hard-on, and as I kneaded her butt with my fingers, Sonia gently let out a sigh of contentment. I rubbed the outside of her ass and then ran a finger on her crack oiling it down to her asshole a little. Sonia’s asshole twitched on contact with my oiling finger. Cute.

I oiled my hands again and moved down her right thigh, applying gentle pressure to ease her muscles into relaxations. Sonia has very toned legs so it was a pleasure to be massaging them. As I rubbed her thigh, I gently spread her legs wider apart to be able to oil her inner thighs thoroughly. I could see Sonia’s pussy clearly, and it took all my self control to start rubbing, licking, sucking and fucking that gorgeous pussy! Patience was the key right now, and I knew I would be well rewarded for it. I could feel her pussy warmed every time my hand got close to it. I moved from one leg to the other and both thighs equally.

I moved down to her well sculpted calves rubbing both at the same time gently kneading the flesh. Once the back side of her body was oiled, I went back up to her back and started to massage her back again. Moving down to her bed and held each butt in each hand and gently caressed it and feeling Sonia relax even more. Needless to say I was very horny and my dick was now straining to get out of my boxers.

After I had massaged both her legs for a little while longer and then asked her to flip over.

“Something new.” She asked.

“Fully body massage.” I winked

Sonia complied and turned over. She saw my hard dick and just smiled with a glint in the eyes, but didn’t do anything about it. Sonia looked even more tempting lying naked in front of me but I was patient still. I oiled my hands again and gently rubbed her upper chest and shoulders. Sonia had closed her eyes as I ran my fingers up the sides of her neck. Moving my finger down I ran my fingers on her prominent collar bones and up her shoulders.

I gently massaged her right arm oiling it completely and I gaziantep escort bayan sitesi moved down to her hand. I gently rubbed each finger and rubbing her palm with my fingers.

“That feels good.” Sonia whispered.

“Shhhhhhh.” I said. “Just relax.”

I massaged her fingers individually and kneaded her palm feeling her arms go limp out of relaxations. I placed her hand back down and moved to the other arm. I rubbed the other one the same way, feeling Sonia relax even more.

I re-oiled my hands and then mobbed back to her chest. I placed each hand on the sides of her breasts and made slow circular motions around them. Then I slowly teasingly moved my hand up her breasts oiling them. I could see her nipples starting to harden even before I touched them. Not wanted to tease her too much, I gently rubbed my oily hand on her nipples and slowly massed her breasts. Sonia moaned again and as I pinched her nipples with my thumb and forefinger and slowly rolled her nipples. I cupped her breasts again and gently nipples them as mi moved my hands up and slow twisting motions.

“Ohhhh yea baby.” She murmured.

I could see her breasts start to get a bit redder and swell a bit. The bite marks were more prominent on her fair skin than last night. Sonia was getting aroused. Great! I let go of her breasts and moved my hands down her flat tummy. Oiling it was an extreme pleasure. I admire Sonia’s dedication to her figure and her tummy made it evident how much she worked at it.

I oiled the top of the right thigh and this time Sonia spread her legs on her own allowing me easier access to her inner thigh. As I rubbed that area I could feel the heat of her pussy. As Sonia spread her legs move I could see she was wet already, and starting to form small droplets of juices that were almost seeping down to her asshole. Smiling to my self I rub the whole leg, down to her foot. I rubbing the other leg also, spending more time and required on her inner thigh enjoying watching Sonia’s wet pussy get even wetter.

Sonia’s oily body looked mouth watering in the candle light and at that moment I knew the massage was over and it was time to play, so I oiled two of my fingers and gently start to rub her now extremely wet pussy.

“Ohhhh! Rub my pussy, it’s so wet for you.” she groaned in a state of extremely arousal.

I started to rub my oily finger up and down her slit. Sonia pulled in her legs and dropped her knees on either side, opening her pussy completely for me. I rubbed my finger tip on her clit causing Sonia to arch her up. I slowly inserted a finger in and it slid in very easily. So I slid another finger in and gently started to move my finger’s in and out as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Sonia was getting very aroused.

“Oh fuck, I’m so hot!”

I gently bent by fingers and started to rub the fleshy bump inside her pussy and her clit at the same time. Sonia bucked her hips more. The more I rubbed the more she squired. So started to rub her breasts with her hands and pinch her own nipples and I continued to rub her pussy.

“Fuck my pussy now!” She suddenly said urgently. “I want that dick! Put it in me! Fuck me with it please.”

I immediate stripped, rolled the condom on my already throbbing dick and immediate plunged in her wet pussy. Sonia was overflowing with wetness and within a minute of my pumping she wrapped her legs around me and started to pull by butt in.

“Oh fuck…I’m cumming!!!!!!” she moaned. Sonia squeezed the breasts hard, arched her back and wrapped her legs around my waist so hard it made it almost impossible to continue humping!

“Oh wow!” She said. I continued to slowly hump her pussy as I was still very horny and very hard.

“Let’s change position.s” she said and get in her hands and knees. This surprised me as usually I ask for that position. I wasn’t complaining as I entered her pussy again and started to hump. I was still going relatively slow allowing Sonia to catch her breath.

“Do you think I have a nice ass.” she asked out of the blue.

“I think you have a perfect ass.” I replied still humping.

“Do you want to fuck it?” She asked not turning her head

I stopped moving making sure I heard right. “What?”

“I told you I wanted to feel like my first time again. You were the first to fuck my pussy that first night, tonight I want you to be the first t fuck my ass! I’ve never done it and I want you to be the first.” She said turning her head. “Do you want to?”

“Hell yea!” I said not believing my ears. “But are you sure?”

“Yeas, I want you to fuck my ass now. You have teased me long enough today and I haven’t been this horny in a long time.” She said “I’m ready”

“With pleasure.” I said and reach for the oil again. I slowly started moving my dick back and forth in her pussy again as I pour some oil on her butt crack. As the oil tricked to her ass hole I started to rub it with my finger. Instinctively her asshole tightened as expected, so I slowly eased up and just rubbed it with my finger in slow circular motions. As I continued to fuck Sonia’s pussy, she started to get her second wind and was getting aroused again. Her asshole relaxed slowly and I gently inserted my finger in tip in. Sonia’s asshole tightened again. I stopped my finger moving my hips slowly. I gently pushed my finger in half way. I then pulled it out again and started to move in back and forth in the same rhythm as my cock in her pussy.

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4 months ago, my sister and I were lost at sea. I had invited my sister, Lily, to a cruise with me across the Pacific. She and I had needed a vacation for some time; I had been working full-time as a botanist in Colorado and she went back to college to get her PhD in zoology. After taking some time of convincing her and making time in both of our schedules, Lily finally agreed to go with me. The trip was supposed to last ten days, most of which was supposed to go up and down the west coast – from Cali to Mexico to parts of South America then back again. 5 days into the trip, we hit a rough storm and our ship ended up capsized. Lily and I were so worried about making to one of the lifeboats we didn’t have time to look for other survivors.

We washed up onto the shore of a little island far from the main land. We quickly realized that we were the only people on that island. Our first week there was spent trying to make signal fires, finding food and fresh water, and trying to find a place to sleep at night. Lucky for us, there didn’t seem to be any predators on the island, a few foxes here and there but nothing that could eat a human. My time as a botanist worked wonders for me and my sister as I could identify which plants were safe to eat and harvestable. Lily would spend most of her time setting up lures and catching rabbits. We built a shack to shield ourselves from the elements and waited for someone to come rescue us.

After 4 months on the island, we gave up all hope of ever being rescued. By then, we had food, water and shelter. We kept ourselves busy at first, building more signal fires and whatnot, but we eventually got into a rut. Something was missing and we both knew what it was. 4 escort resimleri months of living with each other, neither of us had much of a chance to “release.” I had time by myself to jerk off every now and again, I just assumed Lily did the same when I wasn’t looking. But that wasn’t enough. Without ever talking about it, we both knew it would happen sooner or later; my sister and I would have sex eventually.

One day, after finishing my daily chores, I went to take a bath in one of the nearby springs we used to bathe. When I arrived, I saw that Lily had already beaten me to the punch. Normally, I would have just waited until she was finished. But something was different, she looked different. I had been so pent up for so long I just stood there and watched as Lily washed herself. Her pale skin, her perky tits, her supple ass, that crinkly red hair, everything about her was just…perfect, beautiful even. Unconsciously, my hand made its way toward my now fully-erect cock and I began stroking. I don’t know how long I had been standing there watching her. Minutes probably, but it felt like an eternity.

Lily turned and saw me standing there staring as I stroked. Normally, she would have screamed at me and told me to leave, but she didn’t. Instead, she stared back and watched me. Just like me, almost unconsciously, her hand reached down to her crotch. The two of us watch each other until completion, the noises I made were almost animalistic. When I regained composure, I motioned for Lily to follow me back to the shack. It was time.

I opened the palm leave door to our shack for my sister like a gentleman. My eyes were locked onto her as she walked gaziantep escort resimleri past me. At this point my pants were already off, I had left them back in the trees where we were. For a moment, we made eye contact and just stared at each other. Without words, we were shoving our tongues in each other’s mouths and we dropped to the ground with me on top of her. I fumbled to place my cock at her entrance as we kissed. Once I was inside, Lily finally made a noise, a shriek of sheer ecstasy. I took my sister fast and hard. “I love you.” I said as plunged myself back inside her. I ended up coming inside of Lily in that moment. We both knew it was wrong. We didn’t care. We didn’t want to stop. I ended coming inside of her five more times in all sorts of positions that day.

Sex turned into something completely normal since that day. I’d find Lily giving me head to cure my morning wood then we’d fuck. If Lily was busy taking stock of our food and I came back from hunting, I would just fuck her right then and there. Sleep was almost non-existent for the both of us; all throughout the night, one of us would be fucking the other in their sleep. Sex was a natural as a handshake to us at that point.

After weeks of sex and weeks of not pulling out, it was inevitable that Lily would end up pregnant. If we were back home, all Hell would have broken loose. Our family would be destroyed, our parents furious, me and Lily panicking about what to do with the baby – whether we should keep it, put it up for adoption or abort it. But out here on this island, Lily and I were lovers, there was no regret. We were going to be parents and we were proud gaziantep escort bayan resimleri of that fact. Then our pride was put to the test.

Another 8 months on the island and life was going swell. Until, one day, a rescue team showed up as we were cooking dinner for ourselves. A rich family on their boat saw the smoke from the fire and called for someone to come rescue us. Ironically, being rescued was one of the scariest moments of my life. There was a pit in my stomach. Lily and I both knew that people would figure out that the baby was ours. On the helicopter ride back, Lily and I held hands as tight as we could, trying desperately to come up with some idea.

The rescue team took us to the nearest hospital in San Diego. The hospital called our family in Minnesota to let them know we were alright. When our mom and dad arrived at the hospital and saw Lily’s swollen stomach, they knew. They knew Lily and I hadn’t been seeing anyone prior to the cruise. They didn’t say anything about it, they were just happy we were alright. Lily and I both could feel their silent judgement. Two days after arriving at the hospital, Lily gave birth to our daughter, Sally.

Once we were allowed to leave the hospital, Lily and I flew back to Colorado with our daughter in-hand. Since then, we hadn’t heard a word from either of our parents and, likewise, we hadn’t spoken to them. I knew what we did on that island was wrong, Lily did too. But at the end of the day, as scientist, Lily and I concluded that we were just animals, and animals have needs. Neither of us had any regrets to what we did.

6 years later, life really turned up for the three of us. We obviously couldn’t stay in Colorado anymore due to the public attention, so we moved to Germany. Lily and I got married almost immediately as we landed. Now, 6 years later, little Sally has grown up to be fluent in English and German, and she’s a complete nerd like her parents. Soon, though, she will the big sister to the newest addition of our family. Crashing on that island was not a curse, but a blessing in disguise.

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“Nude Day? Would you please explain to me — one more time — just what the hell it is you’re talking about?” Victor said to his wife in a tone that suggested he was less than impressed with the idea.

Lillian Nordstrom looked at her husband and restrained herself from saying exactly what it was she was thinking. The former Lillian Virenius adored her husband – most of the time. Not right this moment, not at all. Times like this she wished that she could strike him over the head with a 2X4.

“It’s a family tradition that goes back generations in my family, darling,” she told him in a saccharine-sweet tone. “When the weather turned nice, all of us — the entire family, including aunts, uncles and cousins — would head to a resort for a three-day weekend where we would take in the beauty of nature by being one with nature.”

“Nude?”

“Yes.”

“Everyone?”

“Yes.”

“I hate the idea,” Victor complained. Lillian knew that she had an uphill battle ahead of her. Despite both of them being of Swedish descent, Lillian had grown up there and only been in the US since marrying her husband. Victor’s family had moved there before his birth and he could be terribly provincial. In every other way, he was a wonderful man and gentle, loving and giving. However, when it came to their viewpoints on sex, the married couple parted ways drastically. Lillian believed that whatever went on between consenting adults was their business and her husband could be fairly provincial. In many ways, it was odd that they had even met and married, but fate moves in mysterious ways. Victor’s first wife had been a family friend and shortly after they divorced, Victor took his children to Sweden to see their grandparents and show that there were no ill feelings. Lillian and her daughter had been visiting as well and when the blonde, model-perfect Lillian set eyes on the intense, brooding Victor, she fell — and fell hard. She had never before met her friend’s ex and when Birgit gave her the “all clear”, Lillian went off in hot pursuit. She had less than three weeks to convince the recently-divorced Victor that a second ride on the marriage-go-round might be for him. After spending a few nights in bed with the alluring blonde, Victor was convinced. Lillian became his wife less than six months later and she decided that she would try to mold him into the kind of man she thought she needed and the kind that she deserved. She had not been wholly successful.

“I think mom has a great idea, daddy,” Gina said, hugging her father from behind. Lillian had never had any problems with Victor’s two kids, they had accepted her as their stepmother / mother right from the outset. In Gina’s case, the fact that there was only ten years between them had sweetened the deal. They were much alike and even wore the others’ clothes. When Gina divorced her louse of a husband 3 years prior, Lillian had insisted she return home until she got “settled” again. Victor hadn’t put up a fuss, as his import / export business provided them all with a huge home. Even after 3 years, Gina had yet to move out and Lillian didn’t want her going anywhere. The 37-year old blonde loved having Gina around, it gave her someone she could share a cup of coffee with or whatever else the two blondes might cook up together. People often commented to Victor that his wife and daughter looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. He rarely corrected them. Lillian and Gina were often joined at the hip and after all the grief her mother had put her through, why shouldn’t Victor be happy that his daughter adored his wife?

It wasn’t only his daughter — his son also hung on Lillian’s every word, although Victor suspected that Barry had a small and insignificant crush on his beautiful blonde bride. He didn’t mind and it was only natural, because Lillian was tall, leggy and blonde and resembled a model right out of the pages of Playboy. Barry was a good kid, but he was still a young man with a growing libido. Like Gina, Barry doted on his stepmom, although neither referred to her by that term. She was “mom” to both of them, even to Gina who was close to a contemporary.

Rachel came running down the stairs as she usually did, a mile a minute. “I heard all of you upstairs, what’s all the commotion?” She asked, her brother a few steps behind her. Lillian’s daughter and her 3-months older brother often acted like young marrieds and were usually found in each other’s company. Victor always thanked his lucky stars that his wife’s only child got along so well with the rest of her new family. The brunette Rachel was the only one of them that looked like an outsider, she was the only-non blonde. Her father had been an Italian count — supposedly — and Rachel was dark and sensual in a household full of blondes. “Is mommy trying to get daddy to take up golf again?” She teased, knowing how much her father hated the sport her mom thrived on.

“Worse than that sissy,” Gina giggled. “She wants him to join us on escort reklamları …”

Rachel spun around on her heels. “Oh, come on mother!” She groaned. “I told you that daddy would never, ever, not in a million years join us for Nude Day,” she stated. “He’s simply too much of a … sorry, daddy … fuddy-duddy-daddy!”

Lillian smiled at Gina who smiled at her siblings. They all knew that Victor had an ego the size of the Rock of Gibraltar and didn’t like to be pigeonholed. “Okay, okay, I get the point!” He groused. “I’m outvoted, if you all want to parade around here for a few days in nothing but your birthday suits, I will play along.”

“Oh, not here love, what would be the fun in that?” Lillian turned on her charms. “Gina found a lovely place right outside of Toronto that will be perfect for us, it has all of the amenities. We’re going to drive up there Thursday night and come back Monday morning. The costs are quite reasonable and Gina …”

Gina cut Lillian off. “I’m paying for everyone daddy, I’m using dunderhead’s back alimony payments to give us all a holiday. Call it my way of thanking all of you for putting up with me these past 3 years.”

Victor threw up his hands in defeat and went to read his newspaper. He didn’t see Gina give her mom a peck on the lips and missed the conspiratorial look that went on between Rachel and Barry. Had he known what was really going on, he might not have made the trip … and missed the best weekend of his life.

They had a beautiful day for their drive to the Lincoln Family Resort, sunshine and clear skies all the way. Victor joked that he had never seen his wife pack so little in all the time he had known her, indeed, all of them had packed less than a suitcase. “Sorry daddy, mom won’t be wearing any sexy lingerie for you this weekend,” Gina teased her father. Victor rolled his eyes because there were times that it made him slightly uncomfortable that his oldest child knew so much about his sex life with Lillian. He knew that women talked to each other about this kind of thing, but should a daughter really know that kind of thing?

Adam Lincoln was as blonde as Victor’s family, he almost looked like he could be Lillian’s older brother. Born in Finland, he had moved to Canada nearly 25 years ago after meeting and marrying Grace, his Korean-born bride. They had 3 children, all of whom were stunning specimens. Victor noticed Barry eying Michelle, the youngest of the Lincoln daughters, a tall, exotic blonde with beautiful Asian features. Victor thought it might have been the first time in a while his son had noticed someone other than Lillian.

He would have been wrong about that.

Everyone was so cavalier about being naked that Victor himself managed to relax and adapt. The resort itself was magnificent, with a pool, tennis courts, beautiful scenery everywhere and about 20 families in attendance. A few people wore clothes — “Nudity is not mandatory” Grace Lincoln explained as she took them all on the tour. “We just believe it’s nice to become one with nature every so often and let your body and your soul have a breather.”

Lillian and the children all smiled and talked, with Barry barely letting Michelle out of his sight. After dinner, everyone was free to do his or her own thing, Grace explained. “We do provide aprons for coverage,” she teased. “Food can leave some nasty burns in unwanted places.”

The dinner was fabulous just as everything else had been so far. A fancy barbecue with lots of salad, good wine, fresh fruit and home-baked desserts, courtesy of “My wife, the domestic goddess”, Adam joked. The adult stayed and talked while their offspring were free to do whatever they wanted. Victor hadn’t seen his kids or his wife so joyous in years. Lillian was the kind of wife that men envied. How a 52-year old man had snagged such a beauty mystified Victor at times. She wasn’t even 37 and looked even younger. He knew that Lillian worked hard to maintain her looks and had a “secret regimen” she never discussed. He didn’t need to know, as long as she looked and acted so young, great! He would have been a fool to doubt its effectiveness, the results were in his bed every night.

Lillian and Grace had really hit it off and were discussing the virtues of Jimmy Choo over Louis Vutton, of all things. Gina had gone off to do her own thing and Rachel had gone for a swim. Victor thought he should probably move the rest of their meagre luggage into their room and thought to ask Barry for assistance. His son was nowhere to be found in the dining hall, so Victor went looking for him.

He found him.

What Victor also found when he went looking for his son stopped him dead in his tracks. He was struck silent at what he saw. His son was on his back on a deck chair with pretty, young Michelle astride his waist, Barry’s cock buried deep inside of her. The look of sheer bliss on her face made it clear to any observer gaziantep escort reklamları — and they were out in the open, where they could easily be observed — that she loved fucking the handsome, muscular young man. She also seemed to be giving as good as she got. Yet, that was not all that Victor was seeing and the additional view almost brought the handsome father to the ground in shock.

Riding her brother’s licking tongue was Rachel and there was no mistaking that this could not possibly have been their first time. The encouraging words that spewed from Rachel’s lips were not those a novice might use. She also seemed to be in perfect syncopation to her brother and she also was handling Michelle’s body with practiced hands. Victor wondered just what kind of lunacy he had uncovered.

Before he could say anything that would have caused the trio to stop or alert them to his presence, gentle arms encircled his waist. He supposed that Lillian must have noticed his absence and come looking for him. Was she aware of what was going on between the children? Did she know about their illicit affair. Before he could ask his wife, a hand covered his mouth to keep him from speaking. It was then that he noticed a large emerald on the hand’s ring finger — an emerald that had been a gift to Gina from her grandmother on her wedding day. Victor spun around in further shock and saw Gina and her mom standing arm in arm behind him.

“And now you know,” Lillian spoke softly.

“Know? What the hell Lillian, I don’t know anything!” Victor almost shouted before his daughter was able to reach him and calm him down.

“Yes daddy, you do,” Gina said gently. “Just do the math.”

“Math?”

“Add things up sweetheart, you’ll figure it out,” Lillian said as she sat down on a chair with Gina joining her there.

“Or think of it like a jigsaw puzzle daddy, fill in the missing pieces,” Gina suggested.

Victor sat down beside his girls, crossing his legs so that they couldn’t see his — stuff. “Okay, well it is obvious that Barry isn’t quite as inexperienced with girls as I thought he was,” Victor said.

“Right,” Gina smiled.

“I’m stunned to see that he’s fucking his stepsister …”

“He’s making love to his sister, darling, we’ve never used the step words in our family,” Lillian said to him. He nodded and tried to make sense of it all. “It was not their first time and I also saw that Rachel is apparently bi-sexual.”

“We all are, daddy,” Gina spoke and that filled in another piece of the puzzle for Victor. He looked at his wife and daughter as his brain fitted the pieces together.

“All of you? Are you saying …?”

“Yes Victor, she is,” Lillian said. “I’ve had sex with Gina, she was the first, followed by Barry and finally, my Rachel.”

“But …”

“Those were what our family Nude Days were all about,” Lillian explained. “We got together as a family and made love as a family. We also usually invited those old enough to participate. When I married you, I saw no reason to stop those activities, but our kids weren’t old enough. As they grew older, I explained and to a one, they wanted those experiences. This year, Rachel insisted that we allow her daddy to join us. I’m glad, since I’ve never really been comfortable with keeping all of this from you. Brigit wanted to tell you as well, but she could never figure out how.”

“Brigit?” “My mom?” Victor and Gina said in unison. “What does she have to do with this?” Victor asked at last.

“Well, we’ve never told you before now, but Brigit and I aren’t just friends, we’re actually sisters,” Lillian said, looking as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “Sisters and cousins — same father, different moms — who are sisters.”

“Wow mommy, you never even told me that,” Gina said, her blue eyes wide open.

“I felt as if I didn’t have that right baby, but Brigit gave me her consent,” Lillian continued. “So you see, you’ve always been making love to family, whether you knew it or not.”

“I still feel as if I’m missing things,” Victor said, his head feeling as if it might explode. “You and Gina …?”

“”Me and Gina, Gina and Rachel, Gina and Barry, every one of us has had sex together, you’re the only one who was left out,” Lillian told her husband. “Until now — if you want. We all want you in on this, Barry says we’re wearing him out,” she laughed. Her face took on a serious look. “It isn’t fair to you, although I know this may be a lot for you to take in. I know it isn’t your style, to think out of the box.”

Victor nodded and Gina noticed her daddy had his “thinking face” on. “It is a lot, but I do have to say this. Any time I’ve allowed myself to go outside of my `comfort zone’, things have gone my way. I married a beautiful woman much younger than myself and that turned out well. I share 3 children with her and we’re a perfect, blended family. Maybe gaziantep escort bayan reklamları I need to push the envelope every so often and just go with it. Okay Lillian — Gina — if this is what all of you want, I’ll try to go along with it. Just be gentle with me …” he laughed “… I have absolutely NO clue as to what to do next!”

As if to answer his statement, Gina scooted out of her chair and went over to Victor. She took his cock in her hand and her blue eyes seemed to be dancing. “I can show you what to do next, daddy,” she purred. “I’ll be patient — well, up to a point!” She chuckled.

“Hold on, having sex with my family is one thing, but in view of everyone …

“Oh right, I knew we left something out,” Lillian laughed. “The Lincoln Family Resort is for families that openly practice family love — incest,” Lillian said to her astonished husband. “It isn’t anything they haven’t seen before — in fact, Grace told me once we got done with you, she wants a turn!”

Victor couldn’t quite grasp that concept, but he didn’t really have time. His mind had temporarily gone blank due to the fact his sexy, petite blonde daughter was now engaged in giving him a blowjob. Sensing that they had to keep him off guard, Lillian ran behind Gina and moved underneath her. For the first time, Victor witnessed his wife and daughter engaging in what had been common practice for them for several years — incestuous lesbian sex. Victor knew that morality said he shouldn’t condone this. He shouldn’t find this sexy. All of that seemed wrong to him now. It was right for them and they were both consenting adults. Sexy — hell yes, it sure was! He could hear the noisy sounds of Lillian eating Gina while she, in turn, slurped at her daddy’s cock. His load shot up and sassy, adorable Gina took all of it, then shared it with her perverted mommy.

“Not as awful as you thought, right daddy?” Gina smiled. Victor knew whatever he said at that moment would make him sound like a gibbering idiot, so he just shook his head. His daughter and his wife then embraced and began kissing and fondling. For the first time in several years, the 50+ years daddy felt his cock stiffen soon after cumming. They smiled as they noticed his libido surging yet again. Laughing like schoolgirls, the two blondes pushed him on his back. “Me first, Daddy!” Gina insisted. “I’ve wanted this since I turned 18! Mommy’s had you all to herself, now she has to share!”

“I don’t mind, kitten,” Lillian laughed. “Fuck his brains out, you evil little slut!”

“Oh yes, I am!” Gina sighed happily. “Finally your slut, yours and daddy’s!” The tiny blonde slid her lissome young body down upon her father’s body while her beloved “mommy” rode his face. With years of practice, eating pussy was something Victor did very well. From his vantage point, he was able to see his girls embrace and play together. Yeah, oh fuck yeah, wrong or not, it was sexy as anything he had ever seen! It also felt wonderful, the way his sexy baby girl fucked — made love — to him was so much different than Lillian. She bounced and whirled about and was much more vocal than Lillian. His baby girl was only the fourth woman in his life to feel his cock and if what Lillian had indicated was true, that number was to rise exponentially.

“FUCK!, Daddy, shame on mommy for hogging you for all these years, you have a great prick!” Gina said as she arched and thrusted herself against her daddy while Lillian aided the procedure.

Victor couldn’t resist asking, despite the little voice saying he shouldn’t. “Better than …?”

“Oh fuck yeah daddy, he had the equipment, but he didn’t know how to use it like my daddy,” Gina gushed happily. She had wanted Lillian to help train her ex, but Lillian had said that the family sharing was one thing, but an “outsider” was another. Until Victor was a part of things, she couldn’t justify having him in their bed. Gina had agreed and was now pleased with her decision. Her ex didn’t deserve to be a part of something this wonderful, selfish dickwad that he was. Her lawyer was working on bleeding him dry and as a reward, Gina had made flirtatious overtures in the lawyer’s direction. Once everything was settled, the lawyer was going to feel Gina and Lillian unleashed, full throttle. Perhaps she should invite daddy — the lawyer was a tall, leggy redhead with dynamite tits!

From the past few years of working together, the two women knew each other’s moves. They switched places so that Gina could have her perfectly-trimmed pussy eaten by mommy and daddy could fuck her. Victor took his wife from behind and Gina got to see mommy fucked — by her daddy – for the very first time. Everyone at that point was enjoying the new experience and Victor couldn’t believe the intensity had not made him cum a second time. Was he subconsciously holding back in order to satisfy the two demanding blondes?

He wasn’t a stallion though, not by any means. They worked him to the point where he had to cum again and shared him — again. Then he heard applause and wasn’t surprised to look up and see his son, Michelle Franklin and Rachel watching their final moments together.

“I get him next!” The two younger women said in unison and then frowned, although giggling at the same time. Barry had the courtesy to throw a few towels to the temporarily out-of-commission trio.

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