Ay: Şubat 2024

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

A few days ago, I overhead two teenage boys talking at a nearby table at a restaurant where I was having lunch. Says the first boy, “Last night, my girlfriend called me at three A.M. to tell me she can’t sleep.” At 39, I know a thing or two about why women like me call their boyfriends at three in the morning. When we say we can’t sleep, it means our men are very much on our minds and we miss them and we are horny as hell and we wish they were in our beds with us. So I figured that boy number one was about to boast to boy number two, about how horny his girlfriend was and how she drove over to his place half naked and they had the most amazing sex of his life. So I was shocked when boy number two replied, “That fuckin’ bitch is crazy.” I was even more surprised when boy number one replied, “I know. I told her that. I said, ‘You crazy bitch! You can’t sleep, so you gotta make sure escort I can’t sleep either? You’re so fucked up, bitch.’” “Did that shut the bitch up?” asked boy number two. Boy number one: “No man. The bitch started to cry! Something about why don’t you love me anymore?” Boy number two: “I told you that fuckin’ bitch is fuckin’ crazy, man!” I so wanted to tell these boys that their attitude is going to make them miss out on a whole lot of sweet sexual memories that they would cherish for a lifetime. And that it was going to be a long time, if ever, before boy number one gets laid again, after the way he treated the girl whose only “crime” was that she wanted to take a three A.M. cock ride on him. But I remembered that when I was a teenager, you couldn’t tell me anything, either. So I said nothing. Better that both of them never, ever find love, and escort bayan thus remove themselves and their stupid, ignorant attitude permanently from the gene pool. The next night, I decided to try a little experiment with my own boyfriend, Vince. At 35, he’s much more mature and sexually intelligent than those two teenage boys. So I called him at three A.M. to see what would happen. “Hi, Vince,” I began. “It’s me, Justy.” “What’s the matter, baby?” Already this conversation was going way better than the one that teenager number one had with his girlfriend a couple of nights before. “It’s just that I can’t sleep,” I continued. “How can I help?” “Well, that deep, sexy baritone voice of yours is helping already. So soothing, so calming.” “Will my talking to you help you sleep?” “Well—“ “Or would it help you relax if I came over there bayan escort and let my tongue pamper and spoil that pretty little pussy of yours?” “Mmm, baby, that would help me feel a million times better.” “You can’t sleep because you miss me?” I could almost seeing him grinning over the phone. “I do miss you.” Then after a pause, I continued, “And I miss what that big beautiful hard cock of yours does to me.” “I can be over there in fifteen minutes.” “Make it ten.” Twelve minutes later, there was a knock at my front door. I greeted Vince at the front door in my tiniest, sheerest red lace bra and panties, which nearly match my red hair. I threw my arms around Vince at the door, and I kissed his mouth hard. “I’m sssooooo glad you aren’t teenager number one,” I whispered. “What?” “Never mind, darling. I’ll explain later. Right now, I just want what you promised me.” “Which promise do you want first?” “The one about you eating my pussy.” He took my hand and led me to my bedroom. I laid down on the bed, and he began to strip my tiny red panties off of me. I stretched my long legs straight up vertically, as my panties skimmed past my knees, ankles, and feet.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I was spending the day with a good friend, John. In his early sixties, a widower, polite, good looking, very funny, he could keep me laughing for ages. Not with corny jokes, just by talking. He had such a fun way of looking at the world. So, what was my problem with him?He treated me as a friend. That was all. Just a friend. I had known him for over two years, and in all that time he never made any move on me, never had a crafty touch, or made any suggestive remark. Not even a compliment on how I looked. It was as if I was not even female, just a friend.I was certain he was not gay. He had commented on other women we saw, and once, when I went to his home for coffee, I saw a men’s magazine before he hid it away in the magazine rack. So what was his problem? Was it me? Did he just not fancy me in that way? I think I started to regard him as a challenge. Besides, I had always enjoyed older men, they were so considerate. there was no rush, just lots of foreplay, and lots of satisfaction for greedy me.Today, we had gone to Southport, where he had a small retail unit in a collector’s arcade. We went over together once a month, sometimes more in summer. He restocked and tidied his stall, while I checked out the other stalls, then we went out, my arm in his, to check out the shops.We usually strolled around them, mainly window-shopping. Occasionally I would buy something trivial, a scarf or gloves maybe. Today I intended cracking through that shell John seemed to have erected around himself. It was rather chilly so we went for a coffee, and I determined to get him talking. I could have saved my breath, he talked about anything and everything, except why he was not interested in me as a woman. Ok, time for more pressure.After leaving the coffee shop, I steered us into a department store and the lingerie department. I could see he was embarrassed, especially once I found a wonderfully sexy bra, in pale green, with matching bikini briefs, very lacy and almost see-through.I held them up so he could see them clearly, and asked, “What do you think, John?” He had to clear his throat before answering, and all I got was a quiet, “Very nice.”I paid for them, and after a bit more shopping, including a cooked chicken from the barbecue shop, and a ready-prepared salad and fresh bread from the food counter, we headed home. Once there, cinsel bilgiler he walked me to my door as always and tried to get away with a quick kiss on the cheek, but I grabbed his arm.”Do you really need to dash home so soon, John?” I asked him.”Well, no, not really.” he admitted.We went in, and I turned the heating on, before putting the kettle on for a drink.Going into the living room, I told John, “Put the telly on and take your jacket off. You are not dashing off yet, are you?”He did as I said, sitting in one of the armchairs. If he thought that would save him, he was dreaming.”What do you want to drink, tea or coffee?” I asked.”Coffee please, Marie.” he said.I made the drinks and returned, putting them on the side table, before dropping onto his knee, sideways on to him, and putting an arm round his neck.”John, are you really going to run off to an empty house?” I asked, “leaving me alone to eat a solitary meal when I have just brought a roast chicken for us to have together?””Well, when you put it like that,” he admitted, “no, of course not.””Good,” I told him, “so relax. John, how long have we known each other?””A little over two years,” he admitted.”Over two years,” I repeated, “So tell me, what is wrong with me?””How do you mean?” he asked, “There is nothing wrong with you, you look wonderful.””Then why do you avoid showing any interest in me?” I said bluntly, looking straight at him.He closed his eyes for a moment before telling me, “Marie, beautiful Marie. I am sixty-three. I am not the stallion I once was.”He snorted before continuing, “Truth is, I never was. You are young, attractive. No, You are more than that, you are gorgeous. What can an old man like me have for you?”I kissed him on the lips, gently, for the first time since I had known him.”Well, for now, you could try kissing me,” I suggested, “and we will worry about the rest later.”He took my suggestion, and after several minutes I broke away for breath.”Oh, wow, John,” I told him, “that was a kiss! Well, that answers one question.” My hand softly touched the rather evident swelling in his trousers.”And that answers another,” I smiled, “Now, could you kindly remove that hand which seems to be holding my bottom, and I will go get some food ready for us. Salad, cold chicken, and bread ok?””Perfect,” cinsellik bilgileri he told me, “Do we need any wine getting?””Some in the fridge, if supermarket brand is ok for you?” I said, “Grab some glasses out of that cupboard, and I will get the food.”After an enjoyable meal, (food always tastes better with good company, and interesting conversation), I refilled our glasses, and we sat on the sofa, comfortably close.”Marie,” John said quietly, “before we go any further, we need to talk.””What’s wrong, John?” I asked, “Changed your mind?””No, of course not,” he stated, “but look. It has been a long time since I made love to any woman, let alone somebody as beautiful as you.” He looked embarrassed as he continued, “What I am trying to say is, don’t expect me to last long. I almost came when you touched me earlier.”I put my glass down, before kissing him softly and saying, “Oh, John. Is that all you are worried about?”He nodded sheepishly. I kissed him again, this time feeling his arm go around me.”Listen, If I told you that you could spend as long as you wanted,” he looked at me as I spoke, “doing anything and everything you wanted with me, but no actual love-making, would you still want to stay?””Of course.” he declared, “Any man would.””And If told you,” I added, “that this includes any dream or wish you ever had, and using hands, mouth, and a selection of toys which just happen to be in my bedside cabinet?””Darling, I would think all my Christmases had come at once,” he told me.”So where is the problem, my dear?” I asked, “The whole point of this is for two people to make each other happy. And if at some point, you decide to make love to me, that is fine too.”He looked relieved at this.”Besides,” I went on, “nothing in the rules says the game has to end with your climax.”He smiled, then kissed me deeply, his hand starting to explore.”Ah, not just yet, greedy boy,” I told him. “Work first. I have the washing up to get out of the way, and a couple of other little jobs to attend to before we can start.””Soon solved,” he said, landing a firm smack on my bottom as we stood, “I will wash up, you go do whatever else is needed.”I took advantage of his offer, turning up the heating a notch, and then going upstairs. When I came back down shortly after, I cinsellik hakkında bilgiler found him still in the kitchen, looking around to see where plates and cutlery went.”Leave them on the worktop,” I told him, “I thought you might like to see how this looked when I was wearing it. You did not seem too impressed in the shop.”I slipped off the silky dressing gown I had put on, to reveal the pale green bra and briefs I had got earlier that day. His eyes lit up at the view. They certainly were almost see-through.  “Oh Marie,” he breathed, walking over to me and hugging me, then walking with me to the living room. “You look… Wow! Words don’t come close.””I thought we could start off down here,” I told him, taking a drink of my wine, “Anything you have always dreamed of, but never tried?”He nodded. “Lots of things, sexy darling. I have had a rather boring sex life, I am afraid.” “Then here is your chance to start changing that.” I said, “Now tell me, anything at all, don’t be shy.””Well, if it is alright,” he almost whispered, “I always wanted a handcuffed girl on my knee.”He looked at me as though expecting laughter or horror. I smiled, walking over to the wall unit, and taking a pair of furry pink handcuffs out of the drawer.”I have a girlfriend who enjoys that too.” I told him, as I handed them to him, “The key is there, and don’t be deceived by the fur, these are steel. Once in them, the key is the only way of getting them off.”He looked at me in amazement, suddenly speechless. I turned my back to him, wrists pushed towards him. After a few seconds, he clicked the cuffs into place, making sure they were not too tight, then stroked my barely-covered bum. I sat down sideways on his knee.”Anything else, Oh, master?” I asked, playing the humble slave girl.In lieu of a spoken reply, I was leant backwards, and kissed deeply, and very thoroughly. Once I was sitting upright again, he started exploring my body. At first, I could feel his hands trembling as they touched me, but soon he was gaining confidence, as I started squirming gently.I twisted my head to one side, and he nibbled my neck, something that always arouses me, and I let out a soft moan, resulting in him repeating the action. Then a hand found my nipple, hardly hidden by the flimsy fabric, and firm fingers rolled it and squeezed, causing more squirming from me. His hand went to my bottom, cupping the cheek to hold me steady.He squeezed my bottom, whispering, “Perfect. What I would give to spank that perfect peach?””John, you have an almost naked, handcuffed girl on your knee, with permission to do anything and everything you ever dreamed of,” I whispered back to him, “if you want it, do it, darling.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

As with my other Wild Oats stories, this took place in the 1970’s when I was in my 20’s. I love sex and am easily stimulated.

*****

“Sally, my friend Hank as a boat and has asked us to go skiing with him.”

“Jason, I do not ski.”

“Do you not know how or do you not like it?”

“I have done it a few times, but it is not my favorite activity. I will come along to serve as the observer, but my primary goal is to work on my tan.”

“Hank will have the boat, so if you take care of sandwiches, I will provide the beer.”

I showered, shaved, and used my handy adjustable razor comb on my pubes. I had been maintaining them at ½ inch, but this morning I decided to go lower. I set it at ¼ inch and really liked the new sleeker look and feel. I have brunette hair and only trim my pussy hair. I do not try to create a landing strip or anything fancy. I am an adult, I have pubic hair, and I am proud of it.

I dressed in flip-flops and my trusty bikini.

Hank pulled up in front of my house with the boat hooked on behind. We loaded the food, beer and our personal gear and were ready to go.

We launched the boat and headed off to a secluded cove that Hank liked to use. It was a fifteen minute trip so Hank showed me how to lay the seats out flat so cinsel bilgiler I could sunbathe.

You know by now that I am not a prude, so please do not be surprised that I took off my top. After all, I was lying on my stomach.

When we arrived at Hank’s cove, I sat up to put my top back on and he got his first good look at my high, firm, natural DD’s.

I was the designated observer, so as the guys broke out the ski rope and skis, I observed.

Jason was going first, so we had numerous trials before he successfully got up and glided around the cove. He finally went down and swam over to the boat so that he could drive while Hank demonstrated his skill in skis. He was up on the first try and only went down when Jason crossed his own wake and created a surprise wave. Hank lost his balance and for some reason held onto the rope and was pulled until Jason slowed down. It turned out that the rope had tangled around his wrist as he was doing tricks and could not let go.

The other thing that happened to Hank is that he had not tied the drawstring to his suit and he lost it as he was being pulled through the water.

Hank was bottomless and he had only worn his trunks and a T-shirt. He stayed in the water by the boat, cinsellik bilgileri refusing to get out until I evidently diffused the situation by saying, “Hank, come on out. It’s not like I have never seen a man’s cock before.”

After a few more minutes he gave up and climbed out. He was showing a flaccid, 6″ circumcised penis of average girth. It was just another cock. He pulled on his T-shirt, but his goods were still hanging out. He looked covered by anyone looking in, but we knew different.

We decided to eat our lunch and after several beers were teasing Hank terribly. We started talking about eating hot dogs until one thing led to another and I dropped down in front of Hank and started to eat his “hot dog.”

Well, he got hard. While he was getting hard, he took my top off and began playing with my breasts. Jason jumped in and said if I was going to be topless, Hank should be also and pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it aside.

Then he said, “If Hank does not have any pants, you should not either.” He then pulled my bikini bottom off me.

Now we have two naked people playing with each other. Hank and I start kissing and Jason jumps in and starts licking my pussy lips. Hank reaches down to finger me and my cinsel bilgi legs slip open to give both guys unhindered access.

Next thing I know I am on my back on the opened up boat seat with Hank’s tool poised at my love tunnel and Jason’s tool dripping pre-cum on my lips.

I wrap my legs around Hank and pull him into me and I use my tongue to spread pre-cum around Jason’s cock head before taking him into my mouth.

Hank begins humping me like there is no tomorrow and I say, “Hank, slow down and make it last. If you cum, shoot it inside me.”

He slowed down and I was able to get in rhythm with him. We fucked like that for fifteen minutes. I could tell by the change in his breathing and the swelling if his cock that he was coming close. “Yes, Hank. Yes! Cum inside me.”

He took a couple hard, fast pumps and began spewing his cum and coating the inside of my vagina. “Don’t stop, I’m close. DON’T STOP!” He kept pumping, but he was floppy and slid out.

“Jason, IN ME NOW!”

Jason moved to my love hole and I took Hank in my mouth to try to get him up again.

Jason knew what I needed and stroked hard and fast in my pussy until I came.

We knew that since Hank had no pants, we would not be able to take the boat out of the water until after dark, so we spent the rest of the afternoon drinking beer, swimming, and making love.

After his first ejaculation, Hank was able to maintain his erection longer before he came and was able to bring me off several times on his own. I don’t know how many times I came with Jason, but let me tell you, we all went home sexually satisfied.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Workout and More

On Tuesday, morning Kate and Wendy met in the gym. Kate wore the same exercise outfit. Wendy had bought and exercise body suit. It was a pale yellow, scooped neckline and high cut on the hips, Kate did not need to imagine what was underneath. The areola was dark, the nipples hard and lower Kate could see the crease and the dark mound of hair covering it. Kate was instantly wet as she looked at her friend.

They did the same routines as Monday, but when Wendy was on her back, Kate could not keep her eyes off her. Concentration for Kate was very difficult. She only saw the sex of her friend, her mind was elsewhere. When they finished riding the bike, they were both soaking wet with perspiration. They went into the shower room and when they found it to be empty, Wendy pulled Kate to her and kissed her. Their tongues entwined, their bodies pressed against each other, Wendy could feel her nipples harden as she kissed Kate. Then Wendy kissed Kate’s neck, tasting the salt and her body tingled. Wendy began licking the neck, the chest, the arms of her friend, sucking the salt from Kate.

Kate’s eyes rolled back, she closed them and could barely contain herself. Wendy pulled the top down, kissing the breast, licking the small tit, one then the other. From one breast to the other, then back, licking, kissing sucking, then biting the nipple. As Wendy’s lips bit down on the hard brown nipple Kate moaned, and when Wendy bit it again, Kate moaned, “harder, please harder”. In the moment, Wendy bit down and pulled the nipple, and Kate cried in ecstasy.

As Kate moaned louder, and cried she was close, Wendy pulled down the suit and buried her face in the wet pussy of her friend. Wendy had never tasted another and it so excited her that she began to stream. Kate pushed her cunt against Wendy’s mouth, moving with her and just as Wendy sucked on the clit, Kate burst loose. She lost control, sagged against Wendy and thrashed as Wendy licked her pussy, drank her juices, ran her hands over her body. They feel into each other’s arms, and kissed passionately.

They quickly showered and headed to Kate’s room. cimcif gaziantep escort Wendy needed her release and Kate needed more, oh so much more.

When they reached the room, it was like a scene from a movie, they were kissing each other and stripping off clothing as they moved toward the bed. They fell onto the bed, Kate struggled to kiss and caress Wendy, and Wendy tried desperately to touch and kiss Kate. Kate had her face buried in the wet pussy of Wendy, her tongue probing the inner regions, Wendy’s soft thighs squeezing her face. Wendy had her face buried in the pussy of Kate, her tongue licking the crease, penetrating the tunnel as her hand stroked Kate’s inner thigh. The girls were so close, the room was filled with moaning, they were wrapped in themselves.

It wasn’t until Dan spoke that the girls realized Kate’s husband had entered the room. Wendy flushed red, rolled over struggling to pull the blankets over her as she buried her face in a pillow. Kate lay on the bed exposed, looking at Dan and the stranger with him. Dan walked over to Kate, kissed her, then stood up and looked at her. “you are such a slut, just a fucking slut with cum all over your face”. Kate looked up at him and smiled, “Yes, baby and you love it.”

Kate pulled Wendy up beside her, Wendy clutching the blankets covering her nakedness. Kate whispered to Wendy, who shook her head no, a bit more whisperings and Wendy nodded. Dan’s friend Paul walked over near the bed and Kate slipped onto the floor kneeling before him. She opened his trouser, pulled down his pants and began to stroke his tool. She held it in her hand as it slowly began to grow, the penis lying in the palm of one hand as her nail slid from base to tip.

Kate kissed the tip. Then she ran her tongue along the length, long slow licks. She sucked on a ball as her fingers stroked the tool, then she ran her lips over the shaft, kissing the tip. She sucked on the very end, and ran her tongue over it. The head glistened with wetness, then it slid slowly into her mouth, she moved down the shaft until it filled her mouth, cimcif gaziantep escort bayan her hand stroking the remaining cock. Wendy watched intently as Kate’s head bobbed up and down. Dan sat on the edge of the bed next to Wendy and slipped an arm around her. Paul was moaning loudly, his hips moving with Kate, his hands in her hair, then Paul thrust forward, pulling Kate to him, driving his cock down her throat. Dan slid the blanket from Wendy’s shoulders and stroked her breast, taking the nipple in his fingers and rubbing it. Paul was pulling back and ramming his cock in and out of Kate, deep down her throat then out and in, Wendy was watching intently, moaning softly as Dan pulled her nipple, and kissed her neck. Then Dan went stiff, he yelled out and Kate gagged, she swallowed but there was so much, the cum running out of her mouth, down her chin as her head moved up and down the shaft.

Dan had his hand between Wendy’s legs, stroking her thigh, rubbing her clit as Wendy begged him to fuck her. To take his cock and shove it up her pussy, use her, make her cum, she begged. Dan rolled Wendy onto her back and slid his cock easily into the wet waiting pussy. It slid in easily, the tunnel gently squeezing his shaft. Wendy bucked against him moving faster and faster. Dan drove his cock deep inside, lifted her legs and held her there. Kate moved over to Wendy, her face covered with Paul’s cum, her mouth full and Kate leaned in and kissed Wendy, transferring the cum. Wendy opened her mouth and kissed Kate. Dan began his pumping as they kissed and Wendy began screaming, she was cumming and Dan drove up and down, lifting her off the bed and slamming her down again. Wendy begged, pleaded and moaned. She held Dan close as they lay there.

Dan moved Wendy to hands and knees and entered from behind. Kate slid under them and began to lick the crease as Dan moved slowly in and out of Wendy. Kate’s tongue sliding inside with cock, rubbing the clit. Paul moved over stroked Wendy’s breasts, pulling the nipple as Dan fucked her from behind. Dan pulling out and slamming escort gaziantep cimcif in as Kate sucked the clit. Wendy rolled her eyes, her body was building, Paul pulled and pinched her nipples, he was rough and it was exciting. Dan slammed in and out and as he did he smacked Wendy on the ass, a loud cracking sound.

Wendy, let a OWWWWWWWWW escape and then a moan. Dan smacked the white ass again and Wendy moaned. We have another slut here Paul, lets ride her hard. Paul sucked on her nipples, biting one then the other, and Dan smacked her ass, as Kate pulled and sucked on the clit. Wendy could handle no more, she screamed, she went stiff, she moaned and begged them to stop. As Dan filled her pussy with his cum. Stroke, stroke, stroke, loading up the cunt with his juices.

Dan pulled out and Wendy rolled onto her back as Kate licked the cum from her cunt. Long slow licks, scooping it up on her tongue and moving up to Wendy, letting is slide off her tongue and into Wendy’s mouth. Kate would lick, move to Wendy and let is drop off. As the process continued, Paul was soon hard and moved behind Kate.

As Kate knelt over Wendy, her ass in the air, Paul moved his cock to her rosebud. He pressed against the tight opening, forcing it open. Kate cried out as the tip forced the ring, slowly sliding in, tears ran down Kate’s cheeks as her ass was stretched, then with a popping sound, he was inside. Moving slowly at first, then faster and faster. As Paul pulled back and rammed forward, Kate moved with him, Wendy buried beneath her friend. The breast of Kate rubbing the breasts of Wendy, titty stimulating titty. Paul pounding faster and faster, smacking Kate’s ass as he filled her. Ramming in and out, his cum filling her ass, pounding in and out, Kate crying out with fucking. Screaming with excitement, begging for more, then collapsing on the bed.

Dan looked down at his wife’s ass, cumming oozing out and he looked at Wendy and told her to clean Kate. Scrambling on all fours Wendy moved behind Kate and began to lick the cum from her ass. Wendy ran he tongue along the crease, licking the cum, filling her mouth and swallowing it. She cleaned the outer areas, but it kept oozing out and Wendy ran her tongue in the opening. Driving it deep inside, pushing her face tight against the ass, her tongue deep inside. Until Kate reached down and pulled her up beside her, holding her close, kissing her tenderly.

Dan looked at Paul and said they needed to get back. The men left, Kate held Wendy in her arms and they slept.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This might be the reality

Adam and I enter the club through the high wooden gate, cross the paved patio and step up to the reception area. The man behind the counter smiles at me as I approach the counter, but says nothing to indicate that this is not my first time here.

There are many clubs in London, but this one is my favourite. Being on the outskirts of the city, it is more spacious than others I’ve been to closer to the city center; it is clean, friendly, relaxed and, above all, fun. I like fun.

Adam and I have discussed our visit here for a few weeks. Though he has not been here, he is not new to swinger’s clubs, and is well aware of what we may or may not get up to.

“What if I’m just not in the mood for sex after you’ve travelled over half of Europe to get here?” I asked.

I admit to him that in the past months, I’ve not had many truly enjoyable experiences. Let’s be honest. I’ve had none. I wonder if I’ve reached an age where sex has become a past experience, time to leave the fun for the younger generations.

He reassures me, over and again, that we are out for a good time, and if all that entails is flirty chat in the hot tubs with others, that’s all it will be.

Once we have paid our entrance fee and exchanged our clothing for towels, we head to the hot tub and climb in.

A middle aged couple and two single men are already there, and we tread carefully to avoid stepping on outstretched feet as we join them in the deliciously hot bubbling water.

Chat in the hot tub is, as it usually is, almost ridiculously mundane as the six of us exchange names and talk about where we are from, how long we’ve been a couple, the usual small talk of strangers.

The assumption that we are a married couple makes us both smile. We have met only once before, though have been chatting online for six months.

I relax into the hot water, breathe deeply and settle in. When I open my eyes, i find that Adam has brought me a plastic cup of wine. I sip it slowly, startle at its sweetness, then decide I like it. It is not a cheap dessert wine, it is strong and smooth, fruity and delicious. I don’t know how to describe wine well, so I refrain from saying anything other than that I love it.

Others bayan gaziantep escort join us in the tub, some leave, conversation continues and I slowly find my skin wrinkling in the water. The main house has opened up, and Adam and I decide to tour the club so he can see all it has to offer.

Private rooms, rooms with half doors to allow viewing while barring entrance to the unwanted, rooms with open doors and, in one area, a huge round bed in the middle of a room filled with comfortable chairs and sofas. We refill our glasses and sit on a sofa.

My towel slips slightly as I sit down, baring one breast, and I leave it like that a while. Two young men sitting nearby look up and smile, then move closer.

Again, chat is so everyday that I smile at the incongruity of sitting half naked among three men while discussing the weather.

Nick and George have been here before, they come most Monday evenings, they say, but rarely meet anyone while here. They are best friends who happen to enjoy most things together, Nick says, looking me straight in the eyes.

I am not shy, but direct eye contact makes me feel that way at times, and I find myself blushing. I get the impression they are not referring to quality time together in a hot tub. My towel, which I had long ago pulled up around me tightly, slips again. I let it fall to my waist.

Adam takes this to mean that I might be interested in more than chat, and he is not wrong. I tingle as he gently squeezes my nipples, turn and kiss him, moan as he clamps him fingers hard.

I look over at the young men beside us, they are leaning forward as one, their well muscled bodies tense and ready to stand. I look them both in the eye again and smile. They take it as the invitation it is and stand up to walk the few paces between us.

I look past them for the first time in a while and notice that the room has filled up. Where we four were the only ones only minutes ago, it seemed, there are now at least ten more people in the room, mostly men, and mostly staring in our direction.

Adam nuzzles my neck and whispers softly, so only I can hear.

“Would you like to find a room with these two?”

Tingling bayan escort gaziantep in my abdomen blossoms into hard throbbing at the thought, and I nod.

Nick sits beside me on the sofa and George kneels in front of me. I close my eyes again and feel hands gently tugging my towel down, fingers gently running down my sides, and warm breath on my chest.

“Bite me,” I say. “Harder,” I say and gasp at the sudden pain.

I open my eyes to find several men standing around us. I stand up, towel around me again.

“Let’s find a room,” I say, and, without looking back, head to the largest one, the one with a window for onlookers to have room to see what’s going on.

I lie down on the thin vinyl covered mattress, towel under me, naked, surrounded by three men.

Nick’s blond head is the first to approach me, he leans over me and again runs his fingers lightly from shoulder to hip. George’s longer dark hair tickles my skin as he alternately licks and bites my nipples again. Adam sits back to watch.

George continues to caress me with his lips, and I feel Nick spread my legs and then pause as he slides on a condom. His cock enters me slowly, almost hesitantly, but soon my hips are rocking up to meet his and I feel a burning sensation that builds til I am gasping. As my moans subside, George moves back and, without a word, I feel both of their hands urging me to sit up, turn over, kneel down on all fours.

Nick takes my place lying down, I lie over him, and George kneels behind me. I feel both of their cocks inside me, the soft dampness in my pussy and the painful burning in my ass. They move together, not wildly, not gently, in a rhythm that makes me cum again, hard.

We collapse in a heap of bodies, I am sandwiched between them, sweat making us sticky. Their skin feels hot on mine.

We all kneel on the bed together and they enclose me in a hug between them, two kisses on my cheeks, a smile, and they go.

Adam and I lie on the mattress, my head on his shoulder, arm and one leg thrown over his body.

He asks if I’m enjoying myself, and I admit I am.

There is a knock at the door. I had forgotten we were in a viewing escort bayan gaziantep room, and am surprised to see many faces at the window.

“Mind if I join you?” the man at the door asks, and I nod, wave him in.

His arrival is marked by what seems to be a mass entrance of men into the room. One by one several more ask if they can also come in, and apparently my nods are taken as a general invitation.

The men don’t take their time, and suddenly I find two cocks in my hands, and the first man’s face next to mine as he thrusts deeply into me. I reach down to make sure he has a condom on, and relax to find he does.

The cocks in my hands are very different in size; I am not at all confident in my ability to give a hand job, so simply slowly move my hands up and down.

The man on me is tender and gentle, moving slowly and smiling as he glides in and out. He cums quickly, and moves away.

Another takes his place; this man pumps furiously, hard, as if running a race. No finesse, and again comes quickly.

The two men at my sides have taken cocks in hand and are wanking furiously.

They both come on my chest; I am shocked at how hot it feels.

Adam is lying above me on the huge mattress. I shift to make sure he can see all that is going on.

I am surprised at how quiet they all are, surprised that my gasps and groans as each new man takes his place are so clearly audible in the room that is still full of onlookers.

The last man spreads my legs as wide as they can go and uses his hand—hard. The pain jolts me, I half sit up to stare at him as he wiggles his fingers deeper and deeper inside me, and can only laugh in wonder at the sensations they cause.

There are still quite a few men around the bed. I catch the eye of one, and wave him nearer.

“I don’t want sex,” he says, and I tell him he’s free to simply cum on me if he wants. This begins a new wave of men onto the bed, and I find myself surrounded by a least five more, cocks in hands.

I wish I had a toy with me to entertain them all, but they seem to be enjoying themselves as is.

I am hit with stream after stream of cum, chest, arms, legs, face.

Finally, it ends, and most leave the room. Two stay to sit on the bed and talk with us a while.

I count the condoms I have left and realize seven have been used. I am not sure how many simply came on me.

So much for not being sure I wanted to have sex.

My legs are jelly as I stand up and Adam puts his arm around me to lead me out.

“You were brilliant,” he says and hugs me close for a very long time.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Well this was supposed to be summer, and all it seemed to do was rain. We had been trying to get a long weekend away for the last couple of months.

Finally, the forecast was looking good for the forthcoming weekend, so arrangements were made.

My husband and I decided to go down south for three days of fun and sex. We made our way down on the Thursday evening and booked into a small hotel in a fishing village on the coast.

Friday was spent walking on the beach and sunbathing. I decided to do some nude sunbathing in this cove, so I stripped off and lay on my towel. About an hour had passed by, Chas had gone for a scramble over the rocks, when I noticed two young lads of about 19 watching me from behind a large rocky outcrop. I decided to give them a show. I started to rub my tits and pinch my nipples making them stand up large, then moving one hand down to my pussy, first rubbing along the lips then inserting two fingers into my moist shaven cunt and frigging myself to a climax moaning out loudly all the while.

The two lads now had their cocks out and were wanking them, so I called out to them to come over and let me do that, they were soon there. I took hold of the hard cocks, one in each hand and began rubbing them up and down. One of the lads put his hand on my tits and began to squeeze them, and pinch my nipples, this gave the other lad a signal to try his luck, so he slid his hand down to my cunt and started fingering me. I said wouldn’t they rather put their hard cocks in my hot cunt, and this was immediately down, a hard cock was soon pounding away inside me, I was shouting for him to fuck me harder, I was still wanking the other one, he was urging his mate on, telling him to hurry up as he wanted to fuck the tart. He soon came shooting one wad deep inside me, and another over my belly. He was replaced by his mate who shagged away like a demon, while I licked the other clean. He came soon and after sucking him of any last remnants of come they got dressed and said goodbye and disappeared. Just then Chas came back and said he had watched the whole show from behind the rocks, and with that, turned me over and gave me a good ass fucking which I like.

That evening we had a meal at a restaurant on our way back to the hotel. The meal was good, and my husband had been fingering my naked cunt (I had no underwear on, Chas likes me like that) under the table, I had to bite my lip to stiffen my moans a couple of times when I cum, so by the end of the evening I was dying for it.

It was getting late when we made our way back to the hotel, and on our way just as we were approaching a small village up on the moors still quite a few miles from base, the car began to make a strange noise, shudder, then cut out, not starting again on trying. Chas had a look around, there seemed to be only a pub, small rundown garage, shop, and about a dozen or so houses all in darkness accept the pub, as it was about 11.30pm at night.

Chas went into the pub, and came out about ten minuets later with a fit looking man of about in his thirties. They came over to the car, and Chas lifted the bonnet. The man looked the engine over and fiddled with a few bits, Chas turned the engine over, a few words were spoken by the mechanic to Chas to which he started ageing with him, the man walked off. I got out of the car and asked what the problem was, Chas said the chap told him it would need a bit of work, and he couldn’t or wouldn’t do it until Monday. He had told him we had to be home by Monday but to no avail. There was also nowhere to stay in this god-forsaken village.

We went into the pub to try once more. It was a dingy place with lots of smoke and about 10-11 men excluding the mechanic ranging in bayan escort age from about 19 to 50s years of age. They were all looking me up and down, and I guess making lewd comments about me as I was dressed in a short, tight black dress, black stockings, suspenders, and high stiletto shoes on. Chas asked him again to no avail, then looking straight at me, laughed and said ” I’ll tell you what, I’m a betting man, we’ll toss a coin, Tails you win and I’ll fix your car free of charge tomorrow, Heads I win, mister you can stay in the room above the garage, and the women stays with me for the weekend. This causes some shouting and cheering from the rest of the men. My husband said no way, so the mechanic shrugged his shoulders and said fair enough.

At this point I step in and say, if we agree to this and he wins fair enough, but with some conditions, if he wins we still want the car fixed free of charge Sunday afternoon, he thinks about this for a moment then laughs and agrees. Chas says he not sure about this, but I tell him I don’t want to sleep in the car for a couple of days, and anyway win or loose we get the car fixed for free. Chas says yes, but if we loose you know you will probably get a good shagging for a couple of days. I say yes, but you know I love a good shagging. I then say toss the coin. It is tossed and falls on the floor where it rolls, spins a few times, and then lands facing heads up. The mechanic smiles, throws some keys to Chas and says see you Sunday afternoon. I tell him everything is fine, a bets a bet, so he leaves and makes his way to the garage, the mechanic shouting after him, that there is a party at the pub Saturday night if he wants to come.

As soon has he as left, the man looks me over then tells me I am his slave to do what ever he wants, when he wants for the next couple of days, then tells me to take off my dress. All the men are grinning as I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor, now standing in just my stockings, suspenders, and shoes. Tits, ass, and shaven cunt on show to all. The mechanic tells me he likes a slut who is always ready for fucking, not wearing any underwear. He throws my dress to the barman and tells him to put it under the bar as I will not be needing it for the next couple of days, as I am going to stay like this from now, and to go wherever he goes, that he is going to parade me around the village showing everybody what a fucking slut I am.

I begin to object and with that I receive a sharp hard slap across my ass causing some pain, and I am told to shut up, I say yes to which there is another painful slap across my ass, and he says yes what, yes master I say. All the men are laughing as my face as well as the cheeks of my ass grow red. Good he says, now go and lie across that table over there and spread your legs. I walk through the men my tits jiggling and my ass swaying, getting pinched and touched up on the way, then lay down on my back across the table, and opening my legs showing the insides of my moist, smooth cunt to all. He walks across to me and starts to rub my cunt then inserts a finger then two until he has four fingers in me. With his other hand he mauls my tits, taking great pleasure in making me cry out as he pinches and pulls my nipples. He’s telling me what a big cunt I have got, that I must have had a lot of cock making good use of it. Through my moans I say yes master that is what I like to be used for.

After I have climaxed from his frigging, he knells down between my legs and goes to work on me with his tongue, licking up and down my cuntlips then pushing his tongue deep into my hole. I can hear all the other men laughing and cheering him on, one of them says look at escort bayan the slag grinding her cunt into his face to make her cum. I cum hard this time, pouring my love juices onto his face, he stands back up and tells me I am now going to get my first fuck of many this weekend, and rams his large hard cock roughly into me, pulling back out then shoving it back in hard, reaming me out. Your going to be well used slut from now, when I’m finished my friends are going to have some fun with this body, OK slave he says, I answer yes master.

For the next 4 hours or so, I am fucked continuously everywhere, cocks are shoved in my cunt, ass, and mouth, several times all three at once. Loads of cum are pumped into and onto my body, and swallowed. I am shagged over tables, the bar, taken outside on bonnets of cars, and in the back of a dirty old pickup truck. By the end of the night I am covered in a mixture of cum, beer and dirt, and have love bites, scratches and other marks from being punished all over my body. And my cunt and ass ache.

The next morning (Saturday) I shower, having slept on the floor for what was left of the night, then take the mechanic his breakfast, which after he has finished I have to give him a blow job then fuck him. After he has dressed he takes me to work with him, I am still only allowed to wear my stockings and shoes, he tells me he has some calls to make and I am to accompany him. Over the day I am paraded around the village, everything on show to all. Some of the men take advantage of this and are allowed to shag me, or I give them blow jobs, the women just laugh and call me names like slut, whore and slag, and tell me that all a cumslut like me is any use for is for the men folk to fuck, to have use of my body whenever and wherever they want. All I am allowed to say to this is, “yes, I am a slut, and that all I am good for is fucking”.

That afternoon The women say I should be placed in the stocks which they still have on the village green, so I am taken along and my head and hands are fastened in, and I am bent over at the waist, a sign is hung around my neck saying “this women is a slut and should be used as one”. I am like this for several hours and during this time men take advantage of my nakedness and fuck my waiting ass or cunt, sometimes in front of a cheering audience. My hanging tits are molested, being squeezed and pulled, and my nipples pinched hard. The women whip my ass, punishing me for being such a whore, leaving red marks across my ass and thighs. During this my husband comes over and says “do you still recon you should have tossed that coin” I just say “I bet your loving seeing me humiliated like this, you bastard” he just laughs and says “I bet you are loving it really you slut” I say ” perhaps I am”. He walks away then, leaving me to everybody’s use. Everybody in the village taunts me, calling me obscene names and molesting my naked body. Playing with my tits, fingering and probing my open cunt, and thrashing my exposed flesh.

When I am finally released, I am allowed to shower and told to only put back on my high heel shoes and a studded dog collar he gives me. When done he attaches a lead to it and Takes me over to the party at the pub, leading me by the lead and naked. Once in there he announces to the crowd that his slave is for the entertainment of them for the evening, for whatever use they want. I am soon lead away by a group of young men to their table, where I am fondled then repeatedly fucked in all holes by them.

After them, another man put on a show who’s cock must of been at least 13 inches long and as thick as my arm, apparently none of the other women would let him near them because he was escort bayanlar so big, but they were all urging him on as he slammed his massive tool into my sloppy, cum filled cunt, stretching it to the limit, boring it out, making me gasp and cry out as he rammed it in to the hilt, his balls slapping against my ass, and roughly mauling and slapping my tits with his rough calloused hands. For the rest of the evening, cocks are pummelled into my orifices. I put on shows having all three holes fucked at the same time as well as wanking others. Cocks are wanked between my tits, women slap my flesh and spit on me, callind me a whoreing slut, I am given objects to wank myself off with, and I am also made to lick and probe with my tongue the womens musty cunts and all the men assholes.

After every man had either fucked one or all of my holes, my master took me outside followed by the crowd and tells me he wants a piss and to lay down on the ground in the dirt. I lay down and he takes his cock out and begins to piss over me, showering my naked squirming body with the warm golden liquid, it mixing with the cum, beer and dirt on my body. Several of the other men decide to do he same and stand all around me, their piss flows over my tits, running down my belly and between my open leg, mixing with the cum running out of my abused cunt and asshole. One man grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back telling me to open my mouth while a couple of them piss over my face and hair and in my mouth.

When they have finished, I am dragged to a nearby tree were ropes are tied around each wrist and thrown over one of the branches and pulled until I am fully stretched with my feet just on the ground and my arms above my head. My ankles are then spread apart and each tied to metal pegs that are hammered into the ground until I am tied spread-eagled to the tree.

I am left like that with the cum and piss now drying on me. I had noticed Chas there during the evening, but he had not interfered with the proceedings, in fact he had joined in with them, enjoying watching his wife gangbanged and used in this way, and I must admit to being turned on doing these things in front of him.

The rest of the night I am left hanging there with men and women coming to use me when they want, some fuck my cunt or ass some more, others just come out to empty their bladders over me. The women have fun making me cum by frigging me with bottles, dildoes, vibrators, or whatever they decide to shove up my pussy or ass. They also enjoy whipping my ass, and even my tits and cunt with belts, taking delight in hearing my cries echoing through out the night, and watching my tortured body writhe as the leather makes contact with my naked flesh.

Early Sunday morning I am finally cut down, my naked body now a mess of dried cum, piss, mud, and beer, and covered with bites, scratches, and belt marks as I am helped back to have a shower and a rest. The car is fixed, the mechanic saying I have earned that. He asks if I have enjoyed being the village slave for the weekend, and having my body used and fucked so many times, being treated as nothing more than a whore and slut by everyone including the women. I tell him that every now and then I get off being like this, that I like being used just for sex, and that it’s a turn on when there is a crowd watching. I add that the women are probably only jealous of the fun I’m having, and haven’t the nerve to do it themselves.

As we drive off he says “well you really are one hell of a slut aren’t you, come back sometime, we’ll make sure you have some more fun. I laugh and say that maybe the next time the car needs servicing you can do it for free after you have all serviced me. “That’s a deal,” he shouts back.

We make our way back to the hotel then home. On the way home Chas says he recons I am getting worse, I tell him that I enjoy our sexual experiences, but this one was about the limit, as I will need another break to get over this one, and that my ass and cunt will be aching for about a week.:-)

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Author’s Note: this immediately follows my story ‘Summertime’. Although you may wish to read that first, you don’t need to; it and the rest of these linked stories should stand, more or less, alone.

***

Chris stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Slowly moving back into the bedroom, he dried his hair, then rubbed his body. Sprawled across the bed lay a naked Em, long chestnut hair tousled from the night, and a lazy smile on her face.

“You look tasty straight from the shower, love.”

“I’m delicious, obviously,” Chris deadpanned back. “I think you, however, look fuckable.”

Em extended her slim arms above her head and arched her back as she stretched.

“Delighted you think so. Though after yesterday’s thorough garden fucking, I didn’t doubt it,” she smiled, eyes sparkling as they both remembered the show Mel had orchestrated on the patio.

Chris laughed as he finished drying himself, and pulled clothes out to dress. Em stretched and yawned, again, and swung her legs off the bed. Standing, she walked the bathroom, smirking as she reached out to quickly cup Chris’ balls as she passed, giving them a gentle squeeze. Chris watched her toned arse sway gently as she entered the shower, with a tingle deep in his pelvis.

***

Mel carried a full French press of coffee to the table, and took her seat. The lithe blonde filled her mug, added milk, and took a long draught.

“That’s better,” she muttered. “Now, Em, Chris: did you have plans for today? The forecast is for another hot day.”

“No, nothing,” replied Em as Chris shook his head, “I think we’re open to ideas.”

“Mel thought we could go for a bit of a walk,” said Andy. “I’ve got a route in mind: we tried it out last autumn. It’s usually quiet, and there’s some good views.”

“And it’s nice and flat, no doubt,” Chris joked, “no valleys or hills involved.”

“That, I cannot guarantee, round here,” smiled his old friend, “though it’s worth it, I think. Besides, you don’t visit this bit of the country for ‘flat’, do you?”

“Nope,” confirmed Mel, “But that does sound good. Did you say it’ll be sunny and hot again, Em?”

“Yes!” grinned the small blonde at the easily-burned red-head, “So either suncream or a long top for you!”

Mel sighed, nodding, but with a smile, “Yeah, yeah. I know the drill.”

Plans made, the two couples finished their meal.

***

A couple of hours later, Em and Andy had got slightly ahead on the path. As navigator, Andy was consulting a map from the comfort of a bench by the woodland track as Mel and Chris reached them. Taking a long drink from a now half-empty water bottle, Mel eyed up her room-mate.

“I don’t know how you’re not too hot, Em. It’s baking, today.”

“Needs must, if I don’t want to go bright red, honey.”

Grinning, Mel pulled suncream from Andy’s pack, and waved it gently at her.

“I’ve got this, if you need it.”

“Yeah, thanks; and I know either of the men would be happy to help me with it, like Andy sorted you out yesterday; wouldn’t they?”

Andy gave a wide, dirty grin as he kept his eyes on the map, and Chris chuckled, partly at Mel’s angelic smile.

“I’m sure they would! Andy’s so…good…with his hands.”

“Assiduous,” he muttered, “and thorough. That’s what you mean. Right: unless you guys want to take a break, it’s on for a bit, then a left fork. That ok?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, thanks,” answered Em.

Half a mile on, Mel called to Em and Chris, who had, in turn, got slightly ahead.

“Hey, you two! Can I run something by you?”

They paused, to let the pair catch them up, watching Melanie fiddle with her rather depleted bottle.

“I’m getting too warm…and I wondered if you’d like to play a game?”

Chris laughed, eying her speculatively. “Your games are…unmissable. What are you suggesting this time?”

“Well…if I’m taking clothes off to cool down, I figure you’re getting a bit of an eyeful. Which hardly seems fair,” she grinned, tongue not quite literally in cheek, “so I thought…how about you all pay for me to take things off by answering questions?”

“Sort of truth or dare,” snickered Em, “but with us doing ‘truth’, and you ‘daring’?”

“Yeah, exactly. Though, you know, if you don’t want to answer, you could…always take something off instead?” Mel clarified, smiling winningly.

Andy chuckled.

“You’ll take ’em off anyway, especially if you’re hot,” pointed out Chris, “so what, precisely, is in it for us?”

“Oh, I’ll make it worth your while,” came the mysterious reply.

“Yeah, go on, then,” said Chris, to an agreeing chorus from Em and Andy.

“Brilliant,” beamed the petite blonde, “First up, then: where’s the oddest place you’ve had sex?”

Andy laughed softly, “Setting out as you mean to go on, then. Err…ages ago, in the projection booth of a cinema.”

Mel practically hooted with laughter. “You’ve never mentioned that!”

“Well, you’ve not asked. And it was a while ago, when I worked in one over a summer.”

“Mine’s the uni library, I think,” added Emma, “amongst, I bakımlı gaziantep escort think, some medieval French literature. I worried we’d get caught, but it wasn’t the most popular section.”

“Yes, I remember,” Mel giggled, “You told me about it at the time. And you, Chris?”

“Tricky…” he hesitated, “I think that time in the fitting room, for that green skirt, Em?”

“Yes,” laughed Em, “That skirt’s got a lot of memories, hasn’t it?”

Mel chuckled, and admitted “Ok, that’s good.”

She unbuttoned her light blue shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing a darker blue vest bra.

“Can I put this in your pack, love?” she asked Andy, and did so, before asking, “Onwards?” as she started walking, letting the others watch her tight shorts hug her firm arse.

Patiently, Mel let a few hundred metres go past before piping up again.

“Still hot! Boys: how often do you masturbate?” she asked with a wicked grin.

Andy smirked at her, “Bloody never, if you’re about. No need, you need screwing so often.”

Mel stuck her tongue out at him, “You’re never complaining, are you?” she smiled.

“Like hell,” he laughed back.

“Likewise,” volunteered Chris, “Em lays me so well I’d only need to if I was away.”

Em blushed. “Make me sound demanding, why don’t you. It’d probably be daily, wouldn’t it, if you were left to your own devices, as it were.”

“Good link, Em,” interjected Mel, “as I was going to ask you what your favourite toy was.”

“Thanks, honey,” Em blushed deeper, and paused to consider, “Probably that rabbit I’ve had for ages. Reliable. Gets me every time.”

Andy chuckled, as much at Chris’s quirked eyebrow as the revelation.

“Yup, I thought so,” chimed Mel with a devilish grin. She unbuttoned those tight shorts, and, wriggling her hips, tugged them down to reveal tight dark blue boyshorts.

“Mmm,” murmered Andy, “I didn’t know about them.”

Mel did a little whirl, flaunting her lithe body, “I’m glad you like them,” she grinned back at them all as she walked off, swinging her hips just a little more than normal.

Em chuckled quietly to Chris, “Two hundred yards, at most.”

Sure enough, only a few minutes had passed when Mel threw out her next question.

“Which do you prefer, then: mouth, arse, or cunny?” she asked with a dirty smile.

“Jeez, you’re not messing about, are you?” muttered Andy, “Still — personally, while I love a blowjob, I like to fuck that tight cunny, sweetheart.”

“My poor little arse comes third?” pouted Mel, wriggling it in mock dejection.

“‘Fraid so,” grinner Andy, “Chris?”

“Depends,” pondered Chris, “I like all three…”

“No shit,” said Mel, straight-faced.

“…sometimes nothing beats the intimacy of coming in someone’s mouth; and a bum can be a truly beautiful thing; but I think pussy is best.”

“Interesting,” mused Mel, “I wonder whether — I hope — Em will agree.”

“I do,” smiled Em, “There’s a time and place for up-the-arse, and blowjobs are great fun — but I like to fuck ‘properly’.”

“Splendid. I happen to agree. Though I do love being eaten out, not just fucked.”

“We know,” chorused her friends, well aware of her pleasure.

“Top or bottom?” Mel asked, grinning widely.

“Bottom,” answered Em, quickly, while she could. Winking, Mel tugged down her shorts…revealing her surprise, a low cut thong. The fabric fell below most of her hairless mound, and was just wide enough to stay in place over her similarly bare lips, before skimming her ass-hole, millimetres wide between her smooth cheeks.

“Gotcha,” she beamed, and walked off.

Chris laughed, as they all stared, then started off after her.

Turning round to walk backwards, Mel threw out her next challenge.

“Most embarrassing shag you’ve had,” she called.

“Ha; nope,” said Chris. Pre-empting her response, he quickly pulled his shirt off, tucking it into his pack.

“Agreed,” came replies from his side, as Andy and Em both followed suit.

“Aww,” pouted Mel, “That was going to be fun.”

Chris looked over at his topless girlfriend, striding fearlessly wearing a lacy green bra and walking shorts; an unconventional pairing, but carried off well, atop slender legs, and separated by a toned stomach. Em glanced across and winked at him.

“Fine. On top, or underneath?”

“Under,” said Em, “usually.”

Chris laughed, “Also under; I love being ridden by a girl who’s in charge.”

“Hey, I can be in charge from underneath,” challenged Em, giving his ribs a friendly prod.

“On top,” put in Andy, “I think.”

“Excellent choices,” approved Mel, “So I’ll ask again: top or bottom?”

“Top,” grinned Chris, getting in quickly this time.

“Cool,” said Mel, turning to walk forwards. Back towards them, she grasped the lower hem of the bra, and pulled it cleanly over her head. This time, no surprise under-underwear awaited, and she dropped the top for Andy to dutifully collect. Cupping her breasts, she turned again, winked at bakımlı gaziantep escort bayan her friends, then dropped her hands to her hips with a wide grin, revealing her small tits, topped with pink, hard nipples pointing straight at them.

“Last one, then I’m going to need that suncream,” she said, “How often do you fake coming?”

Em sniggered, “Rarely; I have when it’s been useless, though, and I want to get it over with.”

“Just a couple of times,” admitted Chris, “for similar reasons. It’s a bit tricky, though, to get away with it.”

“Yeah — I’ve never tried,” agreed Andy.

“Good boy,” said Mel, “No choices this time!”

With that, she turned her back on them once more, and hitched her tiny thong downwards, bending right forwards to take it over her incongruous walking boots. Mesmerized, the others watched as her sex was revealed, taut buttocks parting to show them the tight pink arsehole, and the neat labia beyond. As Mel stood back up and sauntered on, Andy collected up her discarded knickers with a soft laugh, and got out the suncream.

“Love, time for your suncream, I think,” he smirked.

Mel stopped, grinned back, and balletically pulled one leg straight up in the air, splitting her pretty cunt.

“Come on, then.”

Andy squirted a good handful and grinned as he approached the slender girl. He was already rock-hard, and long wanted a handful of cunt. Wasting no time, he placed his lubricated hand straight on top of her quim, and steadied her with the other, her leg resting up against his chest. She grinned up at him, and gasped as two thick fingers pushed straight into her wet opening.

“Oh!”

“What? This bit of you could burn,” he said, mock seriously, as he slowly finger fucked her cunt, thumb rubbing against the sensitive nub. Watching, Em swiftly shucked off her shorts, and grabbed Chris’s hand, pressing it to her crotch. Feeling the heat coming through the thin lace, Chris rocked his palm over her mound, fingers stroking gently at her lips beneath. In turn, she thrust a hand past his waistband and sought his balls, stroking them gently as her wrist knocked his sizeable erection.

Mel shuddered, her eyelids flickering, as Andy gently impaled her cunt. Reaching down, she displaced his hand slightly, and began to rub her clit for herself. Steadied by the strong man, Mel’s shuddering continued as she moaned, and then desperately rubbed her twat as Andy’s digits drove into her spasming canal.

“Oooooooh,” she gasped, as she came, bucking onto his hand. Andy slowed, then gently pulled his sopping fingers from between her flushed cunny lips. Dispensing more cream, he slowly, softly, sensuously spread it over her blushing breasts.

“I think that’ll do,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she smiled, unhooking her leg, “I think that’s me coated.”

The juices coating her inner thigh meant none of them could disagree. Mel’s legs shook only slightly as she set off down the path again, completely unabashed.

Andy glanced at the others; lifted one eyebrow; smiled; followed. Chris and Em looked at one another, smiled widely, and hurried after them.

Before long, Mel reached a bench. Taking a seat, she waited for the others to catch up. As they did, they got a fine view of her cunt, neat pink lips still wet; and a post-orgasmic flush to her little tits, soft and warm.

“Andy,” she cooed, “that was a very generous application of suncream, thank you.”

“Any time,” he smiled back.

“I think I should say thank you properly, though, don’t you? Come over here?”

Andy stepped forward, into reach.

“Em, why don’t you come and sit next to me?” Mel suggested, as she unbuckled Andy, and with his eager help, shrugged his clothes down. A half-erect cock sprang free, and bobbed just in front of Mel’s delighted face. She wasted no time engulfing it in her mouth.

Andy moaned slightly as she swallowed it down. Not fully erect, she managed to get his entire length into her mouth, and from her adjacent seat, Em was impressed to see her pink tongue sneak out to tickle Andy’s balls.

Knowing his part, Chris glanced sideways at the cock deep in Mel’s face, before tugging Em’s lacy knickers down, and away. Emma helped, freeing her boobs from her bra, and immediately started tweaking her pink nipples into stiff peaks. Her cunny revealed, Chris dallied only to trace his lips up her thigh right to the top, then kissed up a smooth labia to plant a firm kiss on her waiting nub.

Em gasped in response to the stimulus on her most sensitive part, and also at the sight of Andy’s hard cock still deep in Mel’s concentrating mouth, as she gently eased it deep into her waiting throat.

“Practice makes perfect,” Andy managed to groan, as Mel squeezed his thighs in response. Slowly, her blonde head began to bob back and forth as the muscles in her throat fully relaxed, and he was able to slowly face fuck her.

Em moaned at the sight as Chris’s tongue flickered over her clit, and his fingers probed insistently at her waiting cunny. She moaned louder escort gaziantep bakımlı bayan as Mel moved a hand to her own pussy, and tickled her delicate clit in mimicry of Chris’s ministration.

Around the thick shaft filling her mouth, Mel made a wet mewling sound, and shuddered slightly at the sensations. Andy’s cock emerged from her mouth and she looked across, one hand pumping the hard wet shaft right to its purple head.

“You going to come while you watch me blow him?” she smirked at Em.

“Yes, please,” came the slightly fevered reply, “please.”

Mel grinned wider, licked her lips, and wrapped them back over Andy’s cock-head. He gasped as she ran her tongue around the rim, then quested gently at the small hole. He sank one hand into her light hair as she reached up to tug insistently at his balls.

Responding to Em’s answering shudder, Chris renewed his attack on her nerve-filled clit, and plunged his first two fingers into her waiting entrance; his thumb nudging gently at the rosebud opening of her arse. Em moaned, loud, and pushed herself onto the intruding digits. In turn, Melanie squealed around Andy’s plunging cock as her own fingers brought her, finally, to come again. That was too much for Em, who shook violently as her orgasm overtook her, driven on by her plucked nipples and hard-tongued clit.

“Yessssssssss,” she managed as she pushed down on Chris’s face. After a few slowing licks, he lifted away from her pulsing cunny, as Mel wetly released Andy’s shaft.

“I don’t think you should come quite yet, sweetheart,” she purred, “I want a nice big load for later. After lunch, perhaps: are we stopping at that place in another mile?”

“You tease,” laughed Andy, “Yeah, I thought so.”

“They won’t serve me naked, will they,” smiled the gloriously exposed girl, “So I’d better put at least something back on. Andy, can I have my shirt and knickers, please?”

With Mel more acceptably, if not entirely decently, dressed in the light blue shirt and still-visible black thong, they walked on to the pub.

***

At their quiet outdoor table, Em sipped her drink.

“So, do you have more questions, Mel?” she asked.

“And will you be taking the shirt back off straight away, or after we answer more?” grinned Chris.

Mel chuckled, “I have more questions. And I’ll take off as many clothes as Em does — that seems fair.”

Em stuck out her tongue at the smirking girl, as Chris and Andy laughed.

“Well, that sounds fair to me,” agreed Chris, “Finish your drink and we’ll get going.”

Andy finished his pint with a last draught, and they collected themselves. Setting off down the footpath, they were quickly onto quiet tracks again. Mel grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it cleanly over her head, her lithe body stretched taut in the warm air. She paused to hop from one leg to the other, ditching the small knickers.

“Your turn,” she laughed, tossing the panties at Em, who caught them, laughing.

“Fine,” she responded.

Unbuttoning the shorts once more, she pulled them off over her boots. Naked beneath, the little patch of auburn hair on her mons glinted in the sun as she too pulled her shirt over her head. Pale breasts were revealed with pert dark nipples, stiffened by the rubbing fabric of the shirt.

“Good,” beamed Mel, as Chris and Andy looked appreciatively at the beautiful naked women walking beside them.

“Now,” began Mel, “I have another question. Well, three: Andy, is it about half a kilometer to that bench with a good view?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” he replied, “Should get there in five minutes or so.”

“Splendid. Next, then: I’m wet as a fish. Who wants to fuck?” she smiled angelically.

“That’s easy,” chuckled Andy, as Chris burst out laughing, “Probably all of us.”

“Excellent, I’m flattered. When we get to the bench?”

“Sounds good,” agreed Em, “But let’s up the stakes. I’ll race you there: whoever wins gets spitroast,” she proposed with a smirk.

Mel thought for a moment, “Yeah…but we both know you’re quicker than me.”

Em just grinned. Mel sighed, “Oh, fine.”

With a smirk, she jerked the water bottle she was holding as she squeezed its sides, sending a blast of water into Em’s unexpecting face. As Em spluttered, blinded, Mel dashed off, slender legs pumping as she made the most of her start.

“You…cheating…” muttered Em as she cleared her eyes, good humouredly, then set off in pursuit. Andy and Chris shared a glance, grinned, and jogged off after them, cocks astir at the prospect.

***

As they took the last bend before the finish, the two girls came into view. Em sat on on the bench, legs apart as she rested her forearms on her knees, breathing heavily. Mel lay, spread eagled on the ground, panting slightly, but grinning widely.

“Mel’s dirty trick gave her enough of a head start, Em?” asked Andy, innocently, as his eyes ran over the naked girl at his feet.

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “I hope she’s got enough energy left to enjoy her reward, though,” teasing the slender blonde. In reply, Mel rolled over, onto her knees, with her back to Andy.

“Always,” she purred, over her shoulder. Grabbing her cheeks and cocking her pelvis, she offered her spread cunny, swollen pink lips inviting, “I want your cock inside me now; and yours, Chris,” she clarified, licking her lips. They scrambled to shed their clothes, almost racing to strip down. Chris’s hard shaft leapt into view first, and he took his station in front of Mel.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chapter II:
Lorraine, Mary Ann and I.
By; HDTopper

It was about a week or so later that Lorraine and I were at the burger shack when she blew my mind. I had been hinting about us being more like a couple, going steady it was called back then.

“I have to tell you something but I’m afraid.”

“Come on Lorraine, what can you tell me that is so terrible that you’re afraid.”

“I’m, I’m afraid you’ll hate me, and then my secret will be all over the place.”

“Ooh for Christ’s sake Lorraine, you have nothing to fear from me. We’ve know each other since we were babies, what makes you think I would do or say anything to hurt you?”

Lorraine looked into my eyes as hers began to fill with tears, then she just blurted out, “I really like you but this might be all wrong, I don’t think but we can be, you know, like boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“What the hell are you talking about, are you seeing another guy I don’t know about?”

“No, no, nothing like that, weren’t you curious why I didn’t go out with any of the guys at the sub-shop and why I was still a virgin?”

“Not really and what has that got to do with anything?”

“Well, well,” she began almost in a whisper even though we were alone; it was like she was afraid someone might hear what she had to say. “Well I like you a lot and I really enjoyed what we did the other night, but, but when I dream, most of the time I think about girls.”

Then Lorraine turned her back toward me, put her head on the passenger door and began to cry. I slid beside her and took her into my arms, and after a mild struggle, I pulled her into my chest and kissed her cheek, holding her close until she cried herself out of tears.

“First of all you are my friend so if you think you’re gay, who gives a shit, besides that is no one’s business except ours. Secondly, you’re full of shit; you are in no way gay, BI maybe, but not gay. I know you enjoyed making love to me as much as I did to you, so there you go, and that’s the proof you need. If that’s not enough proof, maybe I’ll eat your pussy until your head pops off again, I said laughing.

She just remained silent but whether she did it intentionally or not, I don’t know, but she smiled at me, and then she shifted her body so that she could snuggle deeply into my arms.

Obviously her snuggling meant she was seeking both acceptance and protection, I gave both willingly, holding her and for once in my life, being silent. Once she was totally calm I wanted to break the ice and thought humor might work. I turned her body so that we were looking into each other’s eyes and I took a chance.

“See that Lorraine, you’re more fucked up than me. Like you, I like to lap a nice sweet cunt or two now and then, but without any question you’re a much better cock sucker than I will ever be.”

“Why you, you miserable fuck,” Lorraine, yelled as she began to beat on my shoulder and arm. As she beat me I fell laughing onto my side across the seat toward the drivers side. At first I think she was hurt and mad, but as I continued to laugh and she continued to literally beat the shit out of me, she realized that I was just kidding. Fortunately she also began to laugh. Unfortunately for me, even though she was now laughing as well, she continued to beat the crap out of me until I grabbed her in a bear hug and kissed her.

Once we were both settled down, I drove her to the park where we sat, talked and talked about us.

We also talked about why she thought she might be gay, but most importantly she admitted that she really enjoyed being fucked that night. I also found out that she had broken her own hymen with a vibrating dildo but that she almost always thought of other women when she was alone and masturbated.

“If you’ve never been with another girl what makes you think you’re gay,” I asked?

“Do you jerk off in bed at night,” she asked.

“Of course not, that’s naughty and I would never do that,” I said laughing.

After she started to once again beat on my already bruised arm, I yelled, “OK, OK you win, yes I admit it, I jerk off a lot.”

“And what do you think of when you do?”

Talk about being in a no-win situation, so I used my head, “All I ever think about is that great night with you in the rain.”

Lorraine smiled a knowing smile but being a darling she let me off the hook. “See you asshole I’m a girl arap escort and you were thinking of a girl, well I’ve thought about that night a few times too, but don’t be hurt, most of the time I think of another girl.”

“A particular girl?”

“Mm, mm, yeah I guess so.”

“Anyone I know?”

“I can’t tell you, you know that.”

We both became silent for a while, before I took her into my arms and kissed her gently. “Lorraine, no-one is home at my house, can we go there I would love to make love to you again?”

“I don’t know, I sometimes I think about it, but then somehow I feel like its wrong, I, I.”

That was all I let her say as I kissed her again and began to do my best to seduce her.

Eventually she fell to the insistent gentle kisses and the way I licked her neck and touched her. Eventually I managed to get her slacks and panties down, my tongue into her pussy. While I was eating her delicate pussy a plan hatched in my evil head and I knew instantly I had to put it into motion.

The night ended with me eating her to a few orgasms, one so massive I thought her screams would fill the park with cops. She gave me a nice blowjob after which we joined some friends at the sub-shop and hung around until I took her home.

Chapter II, part II.

Lorraine’s final seduction:

Long before there was anything between Lorraine and I, I had a sex only relationship with another woman and mutual friend of Lorraine and I.

Maryann is a few years older than me, and very pretty. At four foot eleven inches tall, she carries a set of boobs that would make Dolly Parton proud. To say she is sexual dynamite would be a major understatement. Maryann and I had an understanding; we had sex and plenty of it, but no attachments. During our escapades we had often talked about a three-way with another girl, something she really wanted to try, but it never materialized. Neither of us could come up with an eligible third partner that would be willing and discrete enough that her reputation would remain unblemished.

Under the promise of never repeating what I told her, one night I told her about how Lorraine thought she was gay and I knew she was BI. We discussed the possibility of getting Lorraine to be our third. We talked and talked , then between us we devised a plan that ended up to be quite successfully.

About two weeks later when everything was in place, all I had to do was lure Lorraine into our erotic web. So on that particular Friday evening I took Lorraine out to eat and then suggested attending a party at Maryann’s, she agreed. Our little gathering at Maryann’s apartment carried on until about midnight at which time, as we had arranged, everyone was gone except the three of us.

We all had, had a few drinks and according to our plan I acted more intoxicated than I really was. Maryann insisted that I lay down in the spare room for a while to sober up before driving Lorraine home.

I protested saying that I was fine, but in order to keep me from driving, and sober up a bit, Maryann convinced Lorraine to lay down with me, supposedly so that I wouldn’t do anything foolish.

After we were lying there a while Maryann stuck her head in the door and said she was running out to the Quick-EE Mart and would be back in about an hour.

Once Lorraine was relaxed I started to kiss and caress her. Being a little tipsy it was easier than I thought, slowly but surely I was getting her aroused. I managed to finally get her skirt pushed up, panties off and ate her until she was steaming.

Without any warning, once she was hot, I straddled her waist, put her hands above her head and began kissing her. Maryann, who really hadn’t gone to the Quick-EE Mart, was watching for my signal from the connecting bathroom.

Once in position, I had Lorraine’s vision blocked from the bathroom door, a naked Maryann snuck into the room, bent between Loraine’s splayed thighs and artfully began to lick Lorraine’s already aroused pussy.

Lorraine tried to throw me off her body but I held her upper body still as Maryann held down her legs and worked her tongue over Lorraine’s engorged clit. Like Lorraine, Maryann had often dreamed of trying sex with another woman and there was no way she intended to let her prize escape her now. Maryann began to work on Lorraine’s clit and pussy like escort arap a demon; doing everything she liked being done to her. Slowly her efforts were rewarded. Lorraine calmed down and within a few minutes Lorraine was humping upward toward the tongue that was giving her such pleasure.

I let Lorraine’s go and removed her blouse and bra, confronting no resistance from
her I rolled off the bed and Maryann slid upwards and kissed Lorraine with such eroticism I almost came in my pants just watching.

As much as I was aching to watch them make love to each other, I knew at this moment in time had no place for me. So I left the room closing the bathroom door behind me letting the two women work things out for themselves.

They kissed and ran their hands all over each other’s bodies slowly exploring as they drove each other into an eventual state of unbridled desire.

Once that they were into each other without hesitation Maryann slid down and began to fondled Lorraine’s breasts, she nibbled and nursed like a child at its mother’s teats.

Lorraine’s moans of pleasure were making Maryann ecstatic, driving her onwards to her eventual goal.

The moans they both made were driving me crazy as I listened to gasps and moans from behind the same bathroom that once concealed Maryann’s presence from Lorraine. I removed my clothes and I slowly stroked my cock as I listened and watched their explorations through the slightly ajar bathroom door.

Maryann was playing in Lorraine’s navel with her tongue as she pushed her skirt off her legs and onto the floor. When the skirt finally fell to the floor, Maryann repositioned herself between the splayed thighs, and gazed upon her prize, a prize that before this night had always been nothing more than a masturbatory fantasy.

Lorraine’s body was having little sexual spasms that inadvertently caused the lips of her pussy to pulse out of control. First opening then closing over and over with anticipation of the pleasure she both wanted and hoped would be invading her body.
Then suddenly all you could hear was gasp pass from Lorraine’s lips that was so wanton it made the marrow in your bones resonate with its eroticism.

Finally their fantasies had been answered; a moist hot feminine tongue had just swept across an equally wanton molten pussy sending waves of pleasure throughout one woman’s body from her inflamed womanhood and the other from the millions of taste buds in her tongue, directly into the sensory receptors of their brains. In a single motion, a mere spec in time two lives were forever changed as a delicate female tongue of one woman traveled from an anus upwards until it met and captured between her teeth and lips the tasty engorged clit of another woman.

Lorraine’s body went rigid as her nervous system attempted to process all of the sensatory information it was inundated with. It was too much, so stimulating, it was overwhelming and she just became lost in this new world of pre-orgasmic bliss. It seemed that almost immediately the sensory overload that took over her body, caused her premature and irreversible assent towards the inevitable massive orgasmic explosion induced by the oral stimulus of a female lover.

Knowing she was now in total control, Maryann was now fulfilling her own bisexual fantasies by collecting and tasting the nectar that resulted from the efforts of her own mouth and tongue taking possession of another woman’s pussy and bringing it to orgasm.

The nectar that her efforts created flowed effortlessly into Maryann’s waiting mouth giving her a sensation of accomplishment, of success, success that she felt through her entire being making her shiver with sexual excitement. The awesome taste of feminine nectar, the softness she felt on the tip of her tongue as it explored every centimeter of Lorraine’s labia, the rigidity she could feel as she examined and made love to another woman’s clit. The feelings she got when her efforts made it fill with blood and grow into a tiny little cock, only made her crave more and more.

All her senses were alive, taste, touch, sight and of course sound. Yes sound, there was all those moans and shudders of extreme pleasure that Lorraine let out. As they filled Maryann’s ears with sounds of pleasure she found herself enjoying the same intensity of pleasure that Lorraine was experiencing at arap escort bayan the same moment in time. Their sexual emotions had melded them into one overexcited mass of emotions.

The massive collection of sensory stimuli had finally become much too much for both of them. Both women were now one and were fast approaching a simultaneous joint orgasm. Lorraine’s was coming from the unselfish efforts of Maryann’s mouth and tongue as she devoured her feminine banquet without inhibitions or reservation; she simply wanted only to please this other woman.

Maryann’s body was also pulsing toward the same mutual explosion, but the result of a different set of erotic stimuli. Just knowing she had fulfilled a long time dream of unselfishly taking another woman on this private and erotic journey, was hers.

According to plan, we intended to show Lorraine she was capable of enjoying both men and women equally, so before Lorraine could reach her final and ultimate explosion, Maryann repositioned them both.

They were now centered across the width of the bed, with Lorraine kneeling above her head. Maryann immediately began to gnaw at the pussy above her bringing Lorraine ever closer to orgasm. Once she was approaching her ultimate explosion I quietly moved behind Lorraine as she succumbed to her own desires and bent down to taste another female lover for the first time, to actually taste another pussy.

As Lorraine began to taste another pussy for her first time, her conscious thoughts were locked on the long awaited task at hand, Maryann grasped my rigid cock and with no advanced warning fed it into Lorraine’s pussy before she knew I was even there, then almost simultaneously she took her clit between her teeth, we were joined in the primordial dance between species.

As she gasped from the sudden intrusion of a cock into her body, I grasped hold of her hips and began to fuck her with animalistic thrusts. As I fucked Lorraine Maryann licked away at her clit letting her experience both worlds simultaneously.

You could easily see her excitement as Lorraine’s head flopped around as she tried unsuccessfully to maintain some control over her body. It was almost humorous to watch as she quite unsuccessfully tried to provide a little oral pleasure to Maryann, in return for the efforts Maryann bestowed upon her. Within minutes and although this was not what she intended, she couldn’t help herself, Lorraine was so totally into being fucked and fucking back she had stopped even trying to eat Maryann.

Keeping with our plan of duel sexual satisfaction, I pulled out of her and walked around the bed. I lifted Lorraine’s head by her hair and began fucking her mouth for a minute or so, letting her enjoy her own taste.

I pulled out of her mouth and drove myself into Maryann’s cunt, at the same time, pushing Lorraine’s face down to where we were joined and demanded she lick us both, which she did with obvious pleasure.

I moved back and forth between the two pussies, fucking each in turn before moving on to the other once again. Each time I was going to enter Maryann’s pussy I would first get Lorraine to suck me clean of her own sweet nectar, then I would stroke myself in and out of Maryann before pulling out so that Lorraine could taste Maryann’s juices. In virtually no time at all and without any guidance from me, Lorraine soon learned to suck me clean, guide me back into Maryann for a while, and then pull me out so she could enjoy Maryann’s taste as she cleaned me again.

Finally I could take no more and I needed to come, so I drove myself deep into Maryann and savagely humped until I unleashed the biggest come I’ve had in ages.

Once finished, I pulled out and after making Lorraine clean my cock, I bellowed, “come on you bi-sexual slut, suck my come out of your girlfriend’s messy cunt!”

As I pushed Lorraine’s face into her oozing pussy as Maryann rolled over on top of Lorraine and let my sperm run down into her lover’s mouth as I and sat back in the chair by the bed and watched them make love and bring one another to climax.

Maryann screamed out, “yes, ooh god yes, eat me, suck his come out of me, OOH GOD, OOH SHIT DON”T STOP I’M COMING!”

Not many seconds later I saw Lorraine’s legs lock in place as she moaned, came, and then fell onto the bed semi-comatose and as limp as an old dishrag. Maryann and I moved the limp body of Lorraine into the center of the bed and snuggled on either side of her. We took turns kissing and gently touching her now sensitive body. I covered us with a sheet and snuggled up as we fell into a satisfied and needed sleep.

There relationships grew and changed over time, let me know if I should continue.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

[There’s a change of pace with this story and Amy gets to narrate the next few days and in the process provide a bit more of her back story]

*****

As the last shudders of Ned’s climax fell still and the contractions of my own orgasm stopped pummelling his shaft, he slowly withdrew leaving a pool of cum collected in the depths of my sex. Easing himself onto his feet, that let Ellen peel herself off the stack, which in turn released me and finally Tash.

Ignoring the cum that started running down my thigh, I tied the string of my bikini pants up tightly again; leaving for the moment my exposed breasts. Bending into the boat I retrieved Ned’s discarded swimmers. Exchanging grins with him, I bent down to slip them over his feet and up his legs where I used my hand to tuck his sticky but still impressive residual wood into his pants; pushing it down until it stuck out horizontal like a crotch level Pinocchio nose.

After readjusting each of our bikinis, Ellen, Tash and I ran into the water to freshen up after the pussy stack; soaking Ned with splashes as he more slowly followed, before tackling him and making him grope and handle us just to keep his head clear of the water. When I put my hand under the water to try and grope whatever was left of his wood, there was another female hand already encircling and jerking it.

I’d never heard of a pussy stack. And even if I had, I could never have imagined myself being part of one. Well, at least until a few months ago anyway.

It had started so playfully. As we’d been walking to the RIB with some gear, Tash had been telling me about how Ned had been perving at our pussies as we’d been bent over the side of the RIB taking videos in the shallow channel on the way up. I was quite pleased when she’d said he’d been especially transfixed by mine nearly every time she’d turned around to look at him; all the more so because I knew from the times I’d come up to get my bearings that the view he’d had of hers was straight up inside the loose leg seam of her pants at her exposed one. I was even more please when she told me he was woody as a result.

When we got to the RIB, Tash rushed in to put the board she was carrying into it; bending over the side of the RIB where the thwart was to position the board. I had just wanted to stow the picnic hamper under the same thwart of the RIB. So I just playfully bent over the top of her, resting my weight on her while my arms wrapped either side of her to put the hamper in its place.

I was about to get off her again when she asked…

“Why don’t we give Ned a pussy stack?”

“A what? Oh!”

She didn’t need to answer. The penny dropped. Before I could even process the concept, Ellen came along with the other board and Tash roped her in…

“Jump aboard, we’re going to give Ned a bit of a poke about on a pussy stack.”

“Really? Do you think he’ll even know what to do with us?”

So before I knew it, I was the meat in a sandwich. And in the context of a pussy stack, ‘meat’ is not exactly an inappropriate expression.

But I was surprised by a few things. Where did Tash get the concept? She might try and come across as fairly sexually experienced and permissive, but when we really explored her history, she couldn’t be called virginal, but she was no raging nymphomaniac either. And Ellen? I’ve always thought of her as so prim and proper, even if flirty and sexually playful with Ned at times, and yet she immediately knew what Tash was taking about and just complied.

But I didn’t really have time to contemplate the questions because almost immediately Ned had come along and Tash had invited him to party with us. I’ve known Ned for longer than any of them. I wasn’t at all sure how he’d react. I knew he hated to do anything that came across as exploitive; almost being paranoid about it. So being offered our pussies to just have a bit of fun poking about in and then unloading into one of us didn’t strike me as his cup of tea.

As it turned out, it wasn’t. We were each given multiple orgasms before he took his own. And I was quite chuffed he chose to take his in me.

But the experience went beyond just another round of sex with Ned.

I’ve always loved the way the closeness of his body communicates the pleasure Ned is experiencing when we share sex; the way it tenses and shudders for such a long time as he climaxes, his grunting and groaning and even just the joyful enthusiasm with which he gently pounds me sometimes.

Frank, my abusive previous partner, denied me even that. He treated me as nothing more than a hole into which he dumped his cum in the most emotionless and unpleasurable way. In retrospect, there were little things that now let me see he enjoyed it, or he wouldn’t have sought it so often, but at the time he denied me even the ego boost of knowing that; let alone helping me get something out of the sex directly.

They say the brain is the most important sex organ of all and I can attest escort araban to that. The difference to my enjoyment of sex that Ned’s gentleness, kindness and love made after Frank’s selfish possessiveness and indifference is difficult to believe. Organs that were dead and unresponsive have come alive in the most incredible way. I have trouble accepting it’s the same body, even though my occupation of it leaves no alternative possibility.

But what really struck me about the pussy stack – other than the fact Ned unexpectedly delivered some great orgasms – was being in such close body contact with Ellen and Tash as they climaxed. I don’t mean some sort of clit rubbing intimacy which in the end conveys nothing about the other person’s feelings. No, it was the full body contact that counted. I could feel them tense and quiver; first in their rising excitement, then in their orgasm. I felt how hard and sensitive Tash’s nipples became as I played with them through the throes of her arousal. I heard Ellen and Tash moan and groan right in my ear. It was almost like sharing their orgasm and letting them share mine. I thought I’d only ever want to do a pussy stack once in my life, if that. And yet I came away thinking it might be something to repeat occasionally.

I’ll be interested to find out what Ned thought of it when I get a private moment with him.

Every time I’m surprised by Ned’s thoughtfulness as a lover, I find myself contrasting that with my former life with Frank. Ned says I saved myself from Frank. I give him the credit. In a way we’re both right.

Physically I got myself out of harm’s way. I was a fool. A complete fool. Frank captured me with his superficial charm in my innocent late teens and I was too enamoured of him at first to see what I’d got myself into. He was possessive, jealous, dominating and sometimes violent. For years I always thought if I was just a better girlfriend and partner, it would all be OK. In effect that it was all my fault. And Frank did everything he could to encourage me to that view.

During work hours I was a successful, well paid professional. At home I was an ill-treated slave who was convinced by Frank that even my professional success was because of him. He vacuumed up everything I earned and spent it on himself; criticising me for not earning more. He made sure my work hours didn’t leave time for socialising – even with work colleges – and kept me away from any work function designed for team building that might have facilitated me making friends there. And the only outside friends I was permitted were his; who weren’t really friends of mine.

Sex was a joyless imposition. On him by me, if you really believed what he told me. And so was my company. He’d make me undress and contort myself into every position imaginable for him to have sex with me. But always I was told I’d mucked it up and spoilt it. Foreplay? Well I suppose sometimes he’d suck my nipples, but most of the time he’d penetrate me without any and call me frigid when he found me dry and unready for him. Technically, what he often did to me was nothing short of rape; but difficult to prove as such because my lack of consent was suppressed by me in the interests of not getting a beating.

I was expected to give head on demand and god help me if I gagged instead of taking his whole length into my mouth. Ned expresses surprise when I do that or even that I’d want to. The short answer is I taught myself how to do it without too much discomfort and that makes it a pleasure to do it for someone who appreciates it and loves me.

Slowly, despite his brainwashing and control, I grew up and saw what was happening. Escaping was a different matter. Given the violence I’d already witnessed, I came to realise, my moment of departure was a matter of life and death. I secreted away money from pay rises and bonuses I didn’t tell him about and decided that the safest escape was just to disappear overseas instead of going to work one day.

It took a lot of planning and secrecy. Only my boss knew what was happening and why, because I needed his help to divert money from my salary and to be able to give notice without making it public. He also was the postal address for my passport, travel arrangements and separate banking accounts. Not even my family knew, because a single misspoken word could be fatal.

From the outset, I’d planned to fly to the US West Coast and find passage on a yacht through the Pacific. That way it would be impossible for Frank to follow or track me down. I would be physically safe from him. I linked up with a yacht and its owner on line and made the arrangements. Then one day I said goodbye to Frank as I purported to go to work, left for the airport and was gone. No luggage. Nothing to give my intentions away. I left it all behind but didn’t care, because he didn’t allow me anything of value anyway.

In San Francisco I joined a yacht heading for Hawaii. The owner was still araban escort bayan preparing the boat, so it was a good two months before we left, giving me time to take scuba and surfing lessons. The trip to Hawaii had been a nightmare; long, rough and with an owner and crew who were moody and often cranky. It was an interesting introduction to oceanic cruising, but wasn’t really the post Frank therapy I needed. While we were spending a few months bumming around Hawaii, I’d met Issie off an adjoining yacht at the Marina. She’d introduced me aboard Ned’s yacht with a crew that at the time included Louise, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Ned quickly became the man in whom I put all my faith for the future as I’d sought a place of refuge.

But my real escape from Frank was still months in the future. My body had escaped him, but in many ways my mind was still shackled. At a leisurely pace we left Hawaii, bound for Fanning Island. Then by a process of easy sailing and Island hopping, we eventually ended up in Papeete, having lost Louise along the way (in port, to another yacht after she split from Ned; not at sea).

Frank had left me as a sort of asexual hetro-romantic. The pleasure of sex had been denied to me and the message had always been I was crap at it anyway; a message I’d all too easily absorbed. In what I can now look back as being a very manipulative way, I’d also been persuaded I was an ugly duckling who must cover up her femineity in asexual clothing. I say manipulative because I can now see Frank was grooming me for his pleasure while making sure other men didn’t see me as attractive. He encouraged me to grow my hair long enough to go down to my waist, but made me tie it up in a severe bun whenever I went out and release it and let it go free as soon as I got home with him. I’ve kept it long because I actually think it does look fantastic and enjoy the sensuousness of brushing it every day. Now I do it for me.

He also brought me all my underwear. It wasn’t frilly, lacy or expensive. But it was minimalist and close fitting. I can now see he used it towards his visual pleasure of me because it wasn’t that different to the style of the ‘fuck me’ bikinis I now choose for myself to flaunt my body to men. He’d make me strip down to it when I got home from work ‘so I didn’t spoil my good work clothing’. But at the time I never had the slightest hint from him that he found it attractive. There was always another reason he made me do what he did; never one that flattered me.

The winter and work clothing I was made to wear when I went out might best be described as frumpy or dowdy. Figure hiding, old fashioned in its modesty and in drab colours. In summer, when I needed something lighter, he’d make sure it was shapeless and suggestive of me trying to hide a weight problem underneath.

And in each case I say ‘made’ even though, in the end I might be the one choosing it when we went shopping. I’d just been so conditioned to choose the styles he set me on the track to; although the ramifications I suffered if I got it wrong and bought something he’d call slutty (which I can now see was nothing remotely of the sort) were enough to keep me in line.

I can also see he was clever in how he went about running me down. He never called me fat or thin; because that might have been something I’d try and do something about. No, it was always inferred nature had just been unkind to me and I’d have to live with it but I was lucky because Frank would put up with me if I behaved myself.

But my natural human emotions hadn’t been completely crushed. After I joined the yacht, I was still attracted to guys and I wanted them to be attracted to me. But for some reasons they weren’t. Walking around a town with Issie, she’d get the attention and it was like I was invisible. I was just unable to see that Frank had conditioned me to act and present myself in a completely unattractive way. The pressure built until that night when as much as I’d flaunted myself, I couldn’t even get Ned to hit on me.

And then, in a single epiphany Ned had led me out of the dark, let me see where the issue was, awakened my sexuality and made me realise my own value.

There was just something about how he went about it that completely released me and awoke in me the more confident easy-going person I was as a teenager. If I’m a bit over the top now, that’s probably because I feel the need to relive my teenage years, years of exuberance and innocent sexual freedom that I missed out on.

Dear Ned. He constantly worries about me; is scared that I’m damaged by my past and that I should somehow be treated delicately. I know he really frets about anything that might be interpreted as the sexual exploitation of me. But I don’t think I’m anywhere near as damaged as he thinks and certainly nothing he’s done to me is bad. I needed to explore my sexuality after what Frank did to me and Ned has let me do that; really escort araban in a way I don’t think a guy my age would have achieved.

He also worries about me being too emotionally involved and thinks I need to hold myself emotionally open to someone more age appropriate for me. He’s scared I’ve latched to him on some sort of rebound. Maybe. I love him, I need him and I need him to love and need me in return. I can’t imagine the day we reach Sydney and we somehow have to bravely go our separate ways because it’s supposed to be in my best interests. I’ve been denied the unconditional love that Ned gives me for so long, it’s not really all that surprising that I don’t want to think of it as a mere temporary interlude in my life. If the love I feel is on the rebound, that doesn’t make it any less real. Anyhow, I suspect he’s not going to find it any less painful than it will be for me. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, if we ever do.

But it’s the value I put on his love that creates whatever tension there is in the polygamous relationships on the boat. I know, and I’ve admitted to Ned, that I need to feel there is something special about me, something that sets me apart from the others and gives me an advantage over them in holding Ned’s affections.

Issie, while she was aboard, had a special intellectual bond with him that I couldn’t compete with. She’d known him longer and he trusted and relied on her in a way that I was never going to catch up with. It was Louise’s inability to accept that bond that caused her to storm off the yacht. Issie and I were glad to see her go. Ned was always going to be able to do better. She wasn’t that nice and certainly wasn’t that attractive; however big her saggy tits were. And after she left, Issie and I started contemplating the possibility we would be the replacement (actually, we may have even contemplated it before she left if the truth really be known).

I had no trouble with the fact that my special bond came from Ned’s obsession with my body. After being told for the best part of a decade I was an ugly duckling, and a sexually incompetent one at that, to simply be made aware of how beautiful he found me, indeed, how beautiful and sexy I was, did more for me than any other single factor. I like it when he is transfixed by me. The thought of him staring lustfully at my pussy with wood on as I was bent over the side of the boat left me wet with sexual anticipation. And if the feminists don’t like that, then maybe one day they should try releasing their inner sexual selves and see it can be as good for them as it is for the men around them. Nature designed women’s bodies to be attractive to men and if I have been given one that has that little bit extra, I intend to exploit it to my own benefit for all its worth.

I wasn’t being crazy when I approved someone with a body like Tash’s being included on the boat. I know what Ned really likes. Physically Tash is now what Louise probably was like at the same age and I more than suspect Ned knows that. He can drool over her tits, and indeed her whole womanly figure, but I know I only have to wiggle my butt at him and he’ll come drooling my way; especially after Issie introduced the whole concept of ‘fuck me’ bikinis.

Issie’s departure has done funny things to all the relationships on the boat. Both Ned and I, and even Ellen, felt her departure like a death in the family.

It drew the three of us much closer; as if by finding more in our interpersonal relationships, we could somehow fill the hole left by Issie’s departure. Physically too, things changed; especially the sex. As Ellen and I shared Ned in our bunk every night, there was for a time this need for this incredible intimacy. We just wanted to be together; the full length of our naked bodies in contact with each other. Ned’s hardened manhood became, not so much a giver of orgasms and seed, as a stake that bound one body to the other and made us temporarily one. With both Ellen and I feeling the same need to be bound to him, it seemed only natural that his shaft should be shared. As Ned lay on his back with the two of us over him, I’d embrace him in my body for a while before surrendering his manhood to Ellen for a turn and then taking him back; all the while the three of us being bound in a tight little ball of humanity. Somehow the knowledge that Ellen’s and my most intimate juices were being transferred between us every time Ned changed bodies only increased the intimacy.

Of course it would end in orgasms all round; but they weren’t the focus, just an end result.

Tash has filled a little bit of the hole left by Issie. She certainly brings a strength of personality to the boat which is no less than Issie’s; maybe more. And with that she has also brought a heightened youthful playfulness over and above anything that existed before, even from Ellen; something that has let me rediscover and embrace the joyfulness of my younger self and has raised Ellen’s playfulness to a new level. But I don’t really see Ned giving up to Tash the sort of control over the boat that he had surrendered to Issie.

Indeed, I haven’t yet seen evidence of any real emotional bond between Tash and Ned. It’s only a slight exaggeration to say she uses him for sex and he willing complies. Crew with benefits so to speak.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“So you don’t want to fuck together with me at the same time…?” Jean asked.

“Sorry.” Michelle shook her head. The busty short-haired brunette with round glasses smiled. “But I’ll give Mona the first go with you. I usually need long foreplays.”

“Fine with me,” Mona said. She was smaller than Michelle, blond, and with long curly hair; fairly average in build, but Jean had been unable to get his eyes away from her butt. However, Michelle suspected it was Mona’s charming manners that had enthralled him.

This was her apartment in one of the top floors of a skyscraper; rain roared outside, wind howled, and it was turning into a storm.

In the brightly lit living room of Mona’s single apartment, the three naked people were sitting on the spare bed in middle of the room.

It was eight o’clock in the evening in Fridays, and since Mona was Michelle’s neighbour, she knew it was going to be loud moans through paper-thin walls all the way to wee hours… not that it mattered, because usually, Michelle did the same thing all through the weekend and in Monday evenings too. This particular Friday, they just happened to pick the same bar and got inspired to pick the same guy, this tall, somewhat lanky but still a bit muscular blonde man.

Jean smiled. “Tell you what. I’ll fuck Mona first, you can watch, and if you still feel you need a really long foreplay, you can get it.”

Michelle smiled as she sat down on the couch. “Sounds fine.”

“I’m such a cat beast,” Mona said. “God, I don’t need much foreplay. Gimme some cock!” She giggled as she lay down on the spare bed, legs spread and inviting grin spreading on her face.

“Uh… and you’re sure you both want to do it without condoms?” Jean asked.

“Yeah!” the women said in unison.

“Okay then… a rare treat,” Jean said.

“Come on now,” Mona said.

Jean slowly crawled atop Mona. He licked Mona’s right breast for a few moments and fondled the left one, and Mona got to the right mood immediately; she breathed slow at first… then faster… then faster. Michelle swallowed a bit as she saw Mona’s stomach rise and fall faster and faster under Jean as she breathed heavily. “Oh, Jean,” Mona sighed.

Without further words, Jean stood up, kneeling behind Mona. He easily guided his cock to Mona’s pussy and let it slide in.

Oh dear, Mona really wants it, Michelle thought. And who can blame her?

Mona sighed deep as Jean slid in her effortlessly, giving him a quick smile before closing her eyes. As Jean began thrusting, she breathed slowly, trying her best to move her hips along with Jean’s moves, but soon she gave up and just elected to drowsily, yet nimbly, stretch on the spare bed, grabbing a good grip of the antep escort bedsheets as Jean poked her.

“Oh, damn, Jean… Oh yeah… Oh yeah…” Mona moaned, inspiring Michelle to swallow a bit again.

Barely half a minute later, Mona grasped the bedsheets even harder and trashed about, letting out a really, really loud scream. “Oh my God, oh yeah! Fuck me h…” she paused mid-sentence and shivered visibly. After a few seconds, all she did was a long sigh of ecstasy.

Seconds later, Jean pushed hard in Mona and let out a roar that lasted for a good second. He gasped a few times and took a couple of good breaths.

Jean slid himself off of Mona, and closed her in embrace, closing in for a French kiss. Mona kissed Jean for a long, slowly passing minutes, fondling Jean’s cock.

“S…sorry I came so soon,” Jean said finally after Mona broke off of the kiss. “I don’t get to fuck damn hot girls too often without condom, you know.”

“Please fuck me again now,” Mona said. “Take me to the heaven…”

Jean lay atop Mona and kissed her again. “Would love to.” He turned to Michelle. “Or are you in rush, Michelle?”

Michelle crouched her back and leant against her hands, tapping her feet. “Oh, I’m in no hurry. I sure can wait.” She gave Jean a big smile.

When Mona felt Jean was getting hard again, she nimbly got on all fours. Jean smiled and got up, gently brushing and fondling Mona’s round rear for a while. “D’you get multiple orgasms often, Mona?” he asked.

“Oh, all the time – Mmh,” Mona said as Jean pushed himself in her again. “Usually depends on how dry the guy is.”

“How dry?” Jean said as he began humping Mona at a fairly normal speed.

“I get more of them toward the midnight, usually… Ooh yeah…” She bit her teeth together and squeezed her eyes closed as Jean picked up speed again.

“Ooh yeah… Oooh yeah…” Jean groaned, humping faster and faster, not sparing much of excitement for later.

“Oh God! Mmmmmmh!” Mona screamed again, four minutes later.

Then she screamed again, and again, as Jean kept fucking her.

“Oh God!… Oh my fucking God!… Oh!…” Mona screamed. “Please fuck me har- MMMMF!”

“Owwww!” Jean said. “I could feel that one really well!”

“Whatever… ohh… whatever you do, don’t stop,” Mona mumbled with weaker voice. “Mmmmmf. MMMF! Ooooooh…”

Biting her lip, Michelle looked at the clock. Sixteen minutes. Jean was keeping it well inside him… and Mona sure didn’t mind.

Nor would I, Michelle thought.

“Yeaaah! Fuck me harder, Jean! Ooooh!” Mona screamed again.

“I’m trying to… Ohh yeah, I’m trying to…” Jean said, and then picked up speed, antep escort bayan teeth heavily clenched and bared.

“Harder!” Mona screamed, her voice high-pitched, almost unintelligible. “Oh God harder!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmf!” Jean said he rammed himself deep in her once more, arcing back and gaze to the roof. He let his shoulders sag and head fall to his chest as he firmly pushed his cock in Mona. He gently rocked along with Mona and sighed deep.

“You’re a wonderful guy on the second round,” Mona said. “And I guess Michelle will find out just how good you’re on the third round.”

“Twenty minutes. Damn!” Jean said. “How many orgasms did you get?”

Mona grins. “Who’s counting? I sure wasn’t, after the first quarter hour.” Mona sat up. “Eww, I’ll go wash the sperm away.”

“You don’t want to watch us fuck?” Jean asked.

“Oh, judging how slow you did this time, I’m sure I’ll have time for a quick shower,” Mona said and left to the bathroom.

“So, did that get you hot?” Jean asked, turning to Michelle.

Michelle smiled. “Yeah, you got me pretty hot. Anyone who can make a gal scream like that has to be good.”

Michelle came close to Jean and gave him a small kiss, then closed him into a hug as she sat down on his lap. She started gently working on Jean’s cock as she kissed him deeply and long.

After a few long and dreamy kisses, Jean was hard again – that was fast, Michelle thought, Mona’s still in shower. She took a good hold of Jean’s shoulders as she spun about and raised herself to take a good embrace on Jean, guiding his manhood inside her as she lowered herself to the lotus position.

“God I love this position,” Jean whispered. “No matter how dry I am, I may come pretty soon.”

“And why is that?” Michelle said.

“This is so… mmm, intimate…” Jean said as Michelle kissed him. “Sitting face to face with a really gorgeous woman with a huge rack.”

“Well, I really love this position too,” Michelle said. “Really drives a… mmm, guy deep in me.”

Michelle closed Jean in a deep French kiss as she began working, Jean’s hands soon finding themselves on Michelle’s hips as she gently bounced up and down slowly.

An unbreakable kiss in the moment when excitement built up slowly.

Michelle bounced forth, her breasts brushing against Jean’s chest and impaling herself on his rock-hard cock over and over again, her passion growing fast. Jean seemed dreamier and dreamier when she kissed him; he looked exhausted, but still quite passionate.

She rode toward the storm clouds, excitement and electricity building in her. Jean was dry, but clearly excited; his grasps and mumbles encouraged her escort antep to get faster and faster.

When the first orgasm hit her ten minutes later, she twitched thorough, and clasped on Jean harder, but never missed a beat… not a sudden shock of an orgasm as usual, more like a dreamy, tingly bit of bliss. Still kissing hard, she rode on, unfazed. She could barely hear Mona coming back from the shower and sitting on the couch.

“You guys are loud,” Mona said.

Michelle rode faster, Jean’s fingers sweet and gentle on her rocking and riding loins. She was in heavens, getting higher and higher, and then she reached another peak. Good, hard shock, millions of little stars in her mind; a massive wave of bliss that seemed to come seconds ahead of the gigantic contractions of her pussy. Or maybe it was just her mind…

Minutes went by faster and faster. Another shock of an orgasm, now hard enough to make her get out of the kiss. “Oohhh!” Michelle screamed, her confused shout not doing much justice to the bliss she was in. Jean took the opportunity to bow his head down, kissing Michelle’s neck instead.

Rain was pouring outside. That was as far as Michelle knew of the outside world. I’m in heavens, getting singed by thunder clouds. Jean is in heavens with me. Mona is sitting near and giggling, I guess. Another HUGE jolt coming my way, argh, ooh, wow…

Michelle was sort of brought back to real world by Mona, who was laughing. “Sorry,” Michelle heard Mona say, “You sound funny when you’re getting it, Michelle.”

Michelle carried on. Minutes passed. Quick look at the clock – half a hour already. She picked up speed. Faster, faster, faster… more orgasms. Blissful skies. Happy skies. She could hear herself screaming in bliss each time a new wave hit her.

“Oooogggghhhh!” Jean uttered. Michelle felt Jean’s rock-hard cock throb hard in her, and she let it slide deep in her one last time… sweet, hard cock in her, her own orgasmic throbs often coinciding with Jean’s huge throbs. She again closed Jean in a French kiss as she gently rolled her hips to savour the blissful feeling of having a hard, so hard, throbbing cock in her. Michelle grinned a little bit to herself at the satisfying wet sound as she felt the cock move slowly in her – this must have been a huge cum shot, she thought.

“Did you like it?” Jean asked as they soon returned to Earth.

“Oh damn yes,” Michelle said.

“Did you count your orgasms?” Jean asked.

“No, I guess that was pretty impossible too,” Michelle said.

“A full half a hour. And I never noticed,” Jean said.

“What was so funny about my moans, Mona?” Michelle asked.

“Nothing, they just were funny…” Mona giggled. “Definitely not just ‘ooh, ooh’.”

“Well, if you say so.”

“Yeah, and we’ve still got, like, four hours to go,” Mona said. “The evening is still young…”

“Seriously?” Jean said.

“Sure!” the women said, in unison. “My turn to get lap-fucked, Jean!” Mona said. The women smiled at each other and then to Jean.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32