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I came back to awareness with a start. I sat up quickly, not quite sure what was going on. I was still lying there naked, breathing hard. Ben and Jade were kneeling in front of me, softly kissing each other. When they saw me sit up, they turned towards me and smiled again. “Look who’s back,” Jade said to me, “you went into this orgasm-drunk haze for a minute, so we thought you’d had enough for a while. Even though we keep leaving poor Ben here without finishing, we thought you deserved a break by now. How about we just call it a night and head to bed?”

I was still basically in shock about the whole situation. They hadn’t done anything wrong, other than surprise the shit out of me with how far they had me willingly go, but I didn’t know what to say. I started to stammer out, “Well… I…” but Jade cut me off immediately.

“Kat, for once, just shut the hell up and listen.” She was grinning as she said it. “Just be quiet and come get some sleep, I promise we won’t interrupt your rest. It’s been a long day for all of us.” I didn’t really have any brilliant thoughts to add, so I just nodded a little and quietly helped them get the sleeping pads and blankets together. Before long, we were all covered up in the tent, side by side, Jade between Ben and myself. Jade made sure I was covered up and comfortable, kissed me on the forehead and said goodnight. Ben was strangely quiet, but I think he was just doing his best to keep me calm and collected. I was exhausted, and within seconds, I started to fall asleep, strangely content with sharing the “bed” with my two, also-naked friends.

The last thoughts I had before drifting out were that this day had been far from what I had ever expected, but as surprising as it was, it wasn’t wrong. That was the best I could put it, it was strange, and new, but…just different. Really, it was good, that’s all I could think. Literally, as that’s where sleep took me.

I woke up some hours later, it was pitch black, somewhere in the middle of the night. I was lying flat on my back, and there was some light rustling coming from my left, where Jade was next to me, only inches away. I could hear whispering, but I couldn’t make out the words. Jade giggled quietly as well, and from her I could hear a “Shhhhh!” obviously directed at Ben.

I pretended to still be asleep, and closed my eyes again, not that I could have noticed much in the first place, I could barely even make out where their bodies were. But with a little effort, I could just make out what Ben was saying. I could only hear some of the words, but the gist was that he was still turned on from earlier, and wanted his chance to get off. Jade was trying to dissuade him, I think to keep from disturbing me.

She rolled to turn her back to him, telling him to wait until later, but he wasn’t agreeing with that. He rolled with her, spooning up against Jade. I could tell that his anal yapan gaziantep escort hands were roaming Jade’s body, he was doing his best to convince her, and she was having a hard time keeping herself from going with it. It was a desire to not wake me, not any lack of willingness. I thought to myself, honestly, I loved them both as my friends, I loved Jade more as my (mostly) secret lover, and, I had to admit, didn’t have feelings for Ben like that, well, pretty sure anyways, but did enjoy the things we had been doing, and I did want him to enjoy himself too. Despite the two naked women he had been playing with, he really hadn’t gotten anywhere near the satisfaction Jade or I had. I wanted to just tell Jade to shut up herself and go with it, but I didn’t want to make anything awkward, if that was even possible now.

Ben was now clearly trying to get himself into Jade from behind, while they were both on their sides, Jade wasn’t resisting as such, but she wasn’t helping him either. She wouldn’t give him a proper angle to do it with her legs closed, but I was sure the only reason she was doing that was to keep from waking me. So, I thought it was my turn to surprise them both a little. As quietly and carefully as I could, I brought my hand down between her legs and lifted gently at her thigh that was on top, feeling her smooth skin on my hand. She gasped quietly, I don’t think Ben noticed, but now Jade knew that I was awake and aware. She didn’t resist me either and began to make room for Ben.

He, however, was still having troubles getting positioned in the dark, tight space of the tent (while trying to get into the dark, tight space of Jade…), so I continued my assistance and guided his cock inside her, his skin was surprisingly soft as well, despite how hard he was. He must have thought it was Jade doing that, because he didn’t say anything or seem surprised, but went with it, and slowly sunk all the way inside Jade. She was quite clearly wet and ready despite her actions. I didn’t want her to give away anything, so I quietly tilted my head the last little bit and kissed her before she could say anything that might give me away. I didn’t move any more than necessary, but quickly enough the two of them were rocking back and forth enough to hide any small movements I made from Ben.

The two of them continued just like that for ten, fifteen minutes, while Jade and I made out quietly. Ben was kissing and nibbling at the back of her neck while he fucked her, totally blocking any view he would have had of me being awake, even if he could see worth a damn. Eventually though, he began to slow down, and eventually stop. He pulled out and rolled to his back, letting out a gasp, but it didn’t sound like satisfaction. I pulled back a little bit from Jade, curious. She must have been wondering as well, anal yapan gaziantep escort bayan because she whispered over her shoulder to him, “What’s wrong?”

He rasped back, “This isn’t working, I can’t move enough to finish, just forget about it, we’ll take care of it later.” He sounded a little frustrated, but not upset. Just exasperated, sort of.

Jade noticed it too and tried to respond. “Keep going baby, it’s ok…” but he cut her off. “No, I’m not going to take the chance of waking Kat up, she’s been…great…all day, she’s done what we wanted, what we thought, you know, and I’m not going to disturb her now, we’ve still got time, she needs to rest, I can wait.”

I couldn’t believe that, Ben was always kind of a prick, but overall a decent guy. He was a fucking horndog I thought though, and I never pictured him giving up his own pleasure for such a selfless reason. (Although, that was some odd wording. What had they thought? Wanted?) Regardless, I wasn’t going to let that happen, just because he was trying to make things easier on me.

“Ben, just shut up and fuck her brains out already.” I spoke up, the first words we said at normal volume. He was surprised, and sat up immediately, looking startled. “Yep, I’m awake, thank you for thinking of me, but just fuck her, you deserve it. You’ve been fantastic to me this weekend, go for it.” I don’t know if he could see me smiling or not, but I really wanted him to go for it like I said. He started to talk, but I pressed on. “No, no arguing, just fuck this hot bitch until you’re satisfied.”

With that, I sat up fully myself and guided Jade onto her stomach. I took charge of the whole situation, probably for the first time on the entire trip. “Get over behind her and grab her hips, now.” He obeyed instantly, half out of surprise I think. He took Jade’s hips in his hands and pulled her ass up, leaving her face down into her pillow. “Now, put that big cock back into her and don’t say another fucking word until you come. If you do…”

“…I promise I’ll take her place tomorrow night.” I breathed. His jaw was dropped, but he caught up quickly enough with the situation, and was deep inside her as fast as he could be. Soon all I could hear was their moans and his body slapping against Jade’s as Ben took out all his sexual frustration into one earth-shattering fuck.

Jade just whimpered in pleasure against his onslaught, and tried to reach under herself to rub her pussy at the same time. I wasn’t going for that, I grabbed both her wrists and brought them behind her back. “Bitch, you’ve came a dozen times today. This one is all for him.” Ben took full advantage of it, striving for his orgasm as hard and fast as he could. They were both in great shape, but even they couldn’t keep up this pace for too long. I did what I could to escort gaziantep anal yapan help him along, I thrust my chest out enough that Ben took the hint and started to play with my tits as he fucked Jade.

I liked his touch, it was firm and insistent, he was just concerned about enjoying himself and that’s what I wanted right then. I took his other hand and brought it to my mouth, where I wrapped my lips around two of his fingers and sucked them long and deep, over and over again, trying to get him to imagine the feel of them around his cock. I was surprising myself with how much I wanted him to get off, I’d always wanted girls almost exclusively, with only a stray thought given to the general attractiveness of the occasional man. And there was no question, of the two of them I wanted Jade far more, but I couldn’t deny to myself any longer that, if I could have both of them, I wanted both of them.

They’d done so much for me, and had opened me up so much, that I knew I wasn’t going to want to go back to how it was before with either. They’d both shown themselves to care about me beyond just the physical, and I wanted both the connection between us all, and the sexual release. It was almost unnatural how smoothly this had come along over this trip and the days leading up to it. I didn’t know how it was going to turn out after this weekend, but I’d promised to separately be each of their own personal playmates, and I was damn well going to go through with it, until…maybe eventually we could come to an understanding with all three of us.

For this weekend though, I think we had that understanding, and I was going to take full advantage of it. Jade’s eyes were rolled back in her head by now, she was overwhelmed with sensation, I was positive she was enjoying it, but not accustomed to being used like this. She was so beautiful, I couldn’t wait until tomorrow when Ben was gone basically all day, as much fun as he was turning out to be, I wanted her more. But for now, Ben was obviously nearly at his breaking point, he was pretty well just grunting with exertion now. I leaned forward and tried to push him over as I breathed, “Do it. Come in the slut and you can do this tomorrow with me. Take my pussy just like this, as hard as you can. Pound the shit out of me.”

Ben stopped inside of Jade and looked right at me. I think he was smirking, mostly from the tone of his voice as he said “You have no fucking idea.” Then he turned his attention back to Jade, took his hands back and pulled her into him as he screamed.

He stayed deep inside her from start to finish as his orgasm took him, eventually pulling out with a groan and basically falling back onto the mattress pad. I smirked to myself at the male stereotype as he was passed out within seconds, but smiled to myself that he was finally satisfied. Jade wasn’t much more coherent, she hadn’t yet moved an inch from her position. I gently laid her on her side, her back to Ben, and lay beside her, taking her in my arms. “Good job my love, now time for you to get some sleep too.” She barely opened her eyes and nodded to me, as I kissed her slowly and deeply. She fell asleep just like that, my arms around her, and my lips on hers. I stayed in tight with her, just enjoying where our lives were going, as sleep caught up with me again as well.

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What a year it had been. We’d first moved from the Caribbean to the UK, but as the weather had turned cooler, we’d found a place in Spain, in foothills of the Andalusian mountains. We’d rented a farmhouse, a finca, where we’d grown our own vegetables, as well as some marijuana that gave us a comfortable income.

We had recently advertised as hosts on a volunteering site, and had just collected our first guest, a Japanese girl I’d known from volunteering in Asia.

With your permaculture background, we were in demand from people wishing to pick up new skills to grow food and maximise water usage.

We’d chosen to have Yuki as our first guest because I’d worked with her and liked her willingness to work and her cheery disposition. Of smaller height than you, not even reaching 5′, she was in her late twenties, slim with classic features common to her kin. Short dark hair, almond eyes, a delicate nose and full lips.

I’d picked her up from the airport and arrived as you were finishing a bit of garden work. The sun, now setting over the hills, had tanned your skin to a golden hue, and you had a slight sheen of perspiration. You opened the passenger door and greeted our guest, a kiss on either cheek and a welcoming hug.

You were dressed in shorts and a tight t-shirt which showed your full breasts off perfectly as well as your lithe legs and amazing body.

Yuki was in a short tartan skirt, black over the knee ribbed stockings and a short-sleeved blouse. Her almost boyish figure was in contrast to your curvaceous body. As I grabbed her bag you led her into the cool lounge where a bottle of wine was chilling in a bucket. With snacks alongside you bade her to have a seat on the couch and offered her something to nibble on. I poured us all some wine and sat in a chair facing the sofa, the table in between.

“I’m just off for a quick shower, love,” you chirped. “I’m sure you two would like to catch up. Won’t be long! “

With that you disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of water running indicating your eagerness to freshen up.

As we chatted, Yuki relaxed, bringing me up to date with her life.

Shortly you came back, your beautiful blonde hair damp and you were wrapped in a sarong, it tied just above your ample breasts.

“Ooh, that better,” you gasped, “I needed that. I’m still warm though.” The evening was sultry, the fan in the middle of the ceiling turning lazily as the breeze filtered through the room.

With that you sat next to her and picked up your glass.

“Cheers Yuki, welcome to Spain.”

With that you touched her glass with yours and stared into her dark eyes. She looked back, smiled demurely, glancing at your boobs as she did so.

You grinned slightly and joked, “they’re all real and all mine! Anyway, what gossip have been catching up on?”

I smiled. “Yuki has been telling me she’s still in touch with Jo, the Malaysian girl she shared a room with back at the school we taught in. Jo was very kind to her, wasn’t she. “This more of a statement of fact, than a question.

Yuki nodded and then spoke in a lilting accent, “Jo looked after me because my boyfriend at the time had dumped me on Facebook. I was very unhappy, and she was very understanding.”

“What a fool,” you declared, “leaving such a pretty girl as you! What reason did he give?”

Yuki looked defiant and continued, “He left me for my friend, Mika, he said I was too much like a boy and my breasts were too small!”

With that she glanced at your tits and announced, “I wish I had one’s like you. Then boys would like me better.” Her face reddened slightly.

“Pfah,” you declared, indignantly, “you have a lovely body!”

As you said this you looked her up and down, taking in her gamine body, “Any decent boy, or girl, would love to hold you.”

At the mention of being appreciated by girls, Yuki grinned slightly.

I sensed the frisson and casually uttered, “I remember Jo saying how pretty you were. You shared a room with her, and a few secrets too, I’ll bet!”

She giggled nervously, now sipping from her refilled glass, she looked at you coquettishly.

Sensing her mood, you laid a hand on her knee, looked her in the eye and smiled,

“I’ve seen pictures of Jo on Facebook. She’s very attractive. Did you fancy her?”

Yuki’s mouth formed an ‘O’, she blushed, but nodded slightly.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, is there,” you announced, “I like women too, I like to kiss them. Did you kiss Jo?”

With another nervous giggle she continued, seemingly fortified by the effect of the wine on her along with the sincerity and attentiveness you were showing.

“When I was crying in my bunk after my break-up, she got in beside me and hugged me. She comforted me. Jo held my face in her hands and told me everything would be OK. She then kissed me.”

I was enthralled. I recalled having a bit of a crush on Jo, she was a full-figured half Chinese girl, also in her late twenties. We were good friends, always joking and laughing. The thought of Jo having lesbian tendencies got me excited and my cock stiffened in akkent escort my shorts.

“I kissed a girl and I liked it!” you sang, recalling the Katy Perry song. She smiled, recognising the tune and put her hand on yours, looking for reassurance and continued her story.

“We hugged and kissed that night. It was really nice. I wasn’t sure what to do. Jo was very tender and undid my pyjama top, she touched my chest. We didn’t do much more than that. I’ve often wondered what we could have done?”

Yuki took a gulp of wine and once again stared at your ample breasts, pressing against the material, your nipples slightly visible beneath the sheer material.

“I wish I’d have touched her too!” she declared.

Taking her hand in yours, you lifted it and pressed her palm on your right breast, massaging her hand slightly so she could feel the glorious contour. She gasped slightly, her eyes widened at the shock of what she’d just done.

With that you undid the sarong and let it fall around you. Your full tits were now visible, and I could feel your pleasure at being the centre of attention.

You turned slightly to face her, shortening the distance between you and as you did so Yuki put both of her small hands on your tits, a look of wonder in her eyes.

“They’re beautiful,” she declared. She played with them, fondling them and tracing her fingers over your attentive nipples.

You tenderly took her chin in your hand and pulled her face to yours. She closed her eyes and let you kiss her. Just a peck at first, then more fully. Her mouth opened in anticipation and you slid your tongue in to taste her oriental delight. Her tongue sought yours out and you both ate greedily from each other. She moaned slightly, her hands still fondling your tits.

Your hands meanwhile explored her slender shoulders, sliding down to massage her small mounds, still hidden beneath her blouse.

By now I was rock hard. I rubbed my palm against my shorts, desperately wanting to get my cock out and masturbate. I managed to hold myself back, but only just. The sight of my near naked wife, your tanned skin, sexy figure and gorgeous breasts being probed and squeezed by our guest was such a turn on. I find women from all over the world to be attractive, and I still recall having lustful thoughts about Japanese girls, our guest in particular!

Releasing her from your oral enjoyment, you undid her blouse, the delicate buttons pulling away to reveal her pale skin, such a contrast to yours. She moved her hands to pull her blouse off, revealing a pink satin bra. You caressed the material, she gasped slightly and moved her hands deftly to unclasp it. It came away in your hands to reveal her small mounds, firm with dark areolas and tiny, but hard nipples.

She giggled, seemingly emboldened by this turn of events. You looked at each other intently, seemingly oblivious to my voyeurism.

Your hands gently teased her nipples then you cupped her sweet little titties. She mimicked you, her small hands making your breasts seem somehow larger. You continued to fondle each other, alternatively kissing, turning your heads to one side then the other to extract the maximum sensation from your French kissing. I’d seen a video once on YouTube of Japanese girls kissing, and she mirrored the intensity of that. Her mouth, though small, opened wide to smear your lips, your mouth, your chin with her warm saliva. You too coated her glistening lips.

Removing your hands from her boobs, you wrapped your arms around her and hugged passionately. In your embrace you glanced at me, a mischievous smile appeared, and your eyes widened, as if too gauge my reaction.

I smiled cheekily and, also opening my eyes wider, nodded approvingly.

Releasing your embrace, you looked Yuki directly in the eye and spoke gently to her.

“We’re not going to anything you don’t want to do, you know that don’t you?”

She looked slightly serious, averted your gaze, glanced at me briefly.

I smiled as reassuringly as I could and nodded slightly.

She then returned to meet your eyes and said in a firm voice.

“I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve often wondered what it would be like. You husband told me you are a good teacher and I’m here to learn new things. Please teach me Kate.”

She bowed her head deferentially. You took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Your full naked glory was a sight to behold and I watched your bum wiggle as you walked from the couch. I glanced at Yuki’s pert bum as her short skirt moved from side to side, she almost tip-toed as she was taken by her tutor to learn how special it can be to be loved by an experienced, sensual woman, oozing sexual energy.

As you turned into the doorway, you smiled at me and beckoned.

I dutifully followed, quietly and watched as you directed this lovely Asian flower to sit on the bed.

“I want my man to watch me,” you said in a confident voice, “we have no secrets, but if you’re shy he will wait for us outside. I’m sure he can amuse himself!”

I blushed slightly, akkent escort bayan wondering if I’d be lucky enough to watch my Empress and her pupil delve into the art of lesbian love making.

At this Yuki grinned, looked at me and declared, “I find your husband attractive, Kate. I wondered what it would be like to have a mature man fuck me, boys are too eager just to please themselves. I’ve thought of him while playing with my pussy!”

Her confidence, the use of strong language was really a turn on for me. I just grinned like a fool and sat on the stool next to your dressing table.

You laughed and intoned confidently, “well he’s going to enjoy watching, just as you and I will enjoy getting intimate. Lie down on the bed, I’m going to undress you.”

She eagerly slid to the middle of the bed, her diminutive figure seeming lost on our king-sized mattress, covered with crisp cotton sheets and a opalescent raw silk throw.

By now darkness had fallen, there was a full moon, the clear sky was filled with stars, so the bed was illuminated enough for me to see clearly. As I was to the side of the room, I was cast in shadow, an eager voyeur to my own private show. I slipped off my t-shirt and undid my shorts, letting them fall silently to the floor. My cock stood to attention as I watched you slide her shoes off, then roll her stockings down one by one. She was propped up on a pillow and was savouring your gentle disrobing. You kissed her legs sweetly, and moved with a graceful ease to kneel alongside her.

Your hands found the clasp at the top of her pretty checked skirt, and the swish of the zip followed. Yuki arched her back to allow you to remove the skirt.

All that was left were a pair of delicate briefs, a match for the bra now cast upon the couch.

As the moon caught your two bodies, I savoured the contrasts before me. Your curvaceous form, glowing from its exposure to the sun. Your hair, now dried, an electric mass of curls. My eye followed down to appreciate your beauty, every bit of you making me ache in the love I have for you. Time has not diminished your looks, and never will, because all I see is your true beauty, your essence, your magnificence.

I glanced at Yuki, my hand now slowly wanking my engorged member. I was happy to feast my eyes and let my hand do my pleasing for me. Her pale skin, tiny tits, slim hips and jet-black bush were bathed in the night’s luminosity.

You straddled her, and kissed, once again your mouths exploring each other, whilst your hands caressed and squeezed each other. After a while you moved up to offer your gorgeous tits to her face. Your boobs almost buried her face, but her hands kneaded them as she eagerly sucked and licked first one, and then the other. You moaned with delight and I gazed at your bum, glimpsing your now widening, glistening labia.

Clearly in control, you slid down, kissing her gently on her lips, her chin and then seeking out those pert little tits. I watched your tongue tease her nipples into rigidity, she gasped, breathing quickly, her eyes now closed and a smile of sheer delight on her face. Her short dark hair a contrast to the while cotton pillow on which it lay.

You became more frenzied, savouring the bullet like buds in your mouth. After a while you moved down, kissing, nibbling her young pearlescent flesh. Her murmurs continued as you eased her legs apart and moved your mouth to her cunt. She raised her back in anticipation whilst you nuzzled her sex, the scent of moist pussy assaulting the senses.

As you lay down, your face covered her vagina, your tongue and teeth playing with her clitoris. In your prone position your legs dangled over the bed. Still wanking, I tenderly touched your calf, sliding my hand up your inner thigh until it found your damp pussy. I teased your piercing, the gold bar warm and wet to the touch.

You too moaned and lifted your arse slightly. With one hand either side of you, I eased my cock into your cunt. You gasped, distracted from your task. Yuki stared at me, eyes wide, a smile of joy on her face. Your oral skills were to the fore and she whimpered.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she repeated constantly.

Before long I groaned in pleasure and shot my load into you, thrusting deep enough to make you gasp. As my body juddered, Yuki let out a yell and grasped your head to push your face into her cunt. As an orgasm shot through her I slid out of your pussy.

You pushed yourself up and lay next to her, stroking her hair and kissing her gently. Her hand slipped down your curves to your strawberry blonde tuft. She moved to slide her small fingers into your cream pie as you willingly spread your legs. She rubbed the mix of cum and cunt juice in her fingers, then put her hand to her mouth and licked the heady mixture off. You too eagerly licked her fingers and sought the taste of your sweet cum with my salty jiz in her mouth.

“Let’s not waste it,” you declared wickedly. Without any prompting, Yuki got up and positioned herself between your legs. With total abandon she devoured the juices escort akkent from your clit, your gleaming twat, sucking your labia to drink down every last bit.

You spread your legs and moved her hand to your pubis. She was clearly lost in the bliss of her first lesbian encounter and even teased your piercing with her tongue and teeth.

By manipulating her fingers, you showed her how to ease her digits to massage your G-spot.

An eager pupil, she soon developed a rhythm so that the combination of her manual dexterity and oral ministration got you screaming with pleasure.

“Fuck yeah, oh yes, that’s so good!” you shouted.

As I stood alongside I gently stroked her pert bottom. She moaned and lifted her body so that my hand slid to her cunt. I tenderly stroked her, copying the rhythm of her hand in your pussy. She lifted herself up, raising her arse to allow me to continue teasing her little clit.

Then with a deft twist she pushed her tiny hand fully into your cunt. Your eyes widened, and you gasped.

Her fisting continued in a fluid motion and within a few moments you let out a loud gasp and shouted, “I’m coming, yes I’m coming!”

With that you squirted over her hand. Shocked at this she withdrew and gasped as your juice arched up to spray her face. She squealed and with a lick of her lips pressed her mouth to your cunt, lapping up wave after wave of cum. I continued teasing her cunt, my cock now stiffening again.

Her face now dripped with your love juices, her hair damp from perspiration and orgasmic liquid.

You pulled her to you and licked her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and then her lips. I had released my hand from her and stood grinning at the sight before me.

With the cover now wet from your gushing you sat up.

“Get us another drink love whilst we tidy the bed.”

I dutifully withdrew and brought back two glasses after refilling them. On my return the cover was cast on the floor, mistress and pupil sitting up on the sheets, gloriously naked, heads propped on pillows.

I handed you both your respective glasses which you eagerly grasped. As you both gulped your wine I stood beside the bed, my cock now rigid again.

Putting your glass to one side, you turned to Yuki.

“You are an excellent pupil, you suck pussy like an expert! Do you suck cock too?”

Yuki blushed, replying, “No, my boyfriend had no imagination!” She giggled and looked at my dick.

“Watch and learn then!” was your response. With that you put down your glass and reached for my stiff member. You pulled me towards you and sat on the edge of the bed. With a fluid motion you first licked my cock then opened your mouth. The coolness of the wine had chilled your mouth that was a contrast to the heat of my proud manhood. Grasping my buttocks, you glanced up at me and took my stiff rod into your mouth until you gagged slightly, a tear glistening in your eye. You then proceeded to move your head to suck me magnificently. I groaned and closed my eyes. You continued sucking eagerly, your eyes glancing at me, acknowledging my appreciation for your abilities. This continued as you varied your playing, knowing how I love the variety and dexterity at which you excel.

You moved your head back and smiled at Yuki. “Now your turn, just do what I did. You’ll get no complaints from him, I assure you!”

I grinned as she sat next to you. I stood in front of her. Her delicate hand gingerly touched my hard cock, masturbating it hesitantly. Seeking approval, she glanced at me. I smiled and nodded. She then moved her head, opened her mouth and slid my hard tool in. I murmured my approval. You had moved too and now knelt on the bed and kissed me tenderly. I love the sensation of your kisses, that coupled with our Japanese pupil getting more proficient by the second was sending me into bliss.

After a few minutes I groaned and exhaled, “I’m coming!”

Yuki grasped my arse and opened her mouth wide as my cum hit her throat.

With our kissing interrupted by my ejaculation, you stared intently at her.

As the last drops hit her tongue, you took her head in your hands and brought her sticky lips to yours. You kissed, licked, shared the taste of my salty spunk on her mouth and it mingled with drops of your cum that still adhered to her chin.

She lay back on the bed and slowly closed her eyes, still revelling in the tastes that were on her tongue. Perhaps due to the travelling, the wine, the new experiences she was soon breathing slowly, and sleep soon beckoned.

We smiled at each other and kissed passionately. The evening’s entertainment had also taken its toll on us, and after our usual pre-sleep routine we too turned in. As Yuki was to one side of the bed, we too lay down, you in the middle and me to the side. The warm night air and our soporific mood meant we too soon slept, caught up in dreams that allowed our tryst to continue, only bounded by imagination.

As the sun bathed the room in its early suffused light, I woke from my slumber and smiled to myself at what had transpired last night. It was unplanned, but certainly not unwelcomed. Your body was pressed against mine, as we’d ended up spooned as we often did. I stiffened at the feel of your bottom pressed to my groin. You clearly felt it too and with a practiced motion, moved to allow my cock to slide into your sweet wet cunt. It has always been a source of wonder how you get so wet so quick!

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I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about me when I tell these stories. Yes, I live with two sexy people, Tracy and Buck. Yes, I have sex with both of them quite a lot, both individually and all three of us together. And yes, they both have very dominating personalities while I don’t. They are both a little older than me, each in their early thirties while I’m twenty-six. I was twenty-two when they asked me to move in with them.

Our relationship is open, sexually speaking. Very open. Tracy is fit, beautiful and bi-sexual. Buck is a big, horny, rambunctious teddy bear.

And I’m short and curvy and kind of pale and usually pretty quiet.

My point is that yes, I am relatively submissive. Especially towards my two partners. And yes, they have both shared me with others numerous times. Many, many times.

During my early years of sexual activity, I learned to overcome shyness with overt promiscuity. I had trouble opening up emotionally but had no trouble acting like a slut. Opening my legs, if you will. So I did. Quite a lot. T&B certainly didn’t corrupt me. If anything, they kept from going down a rather dark road.

All that being said, I am NOT a sex slave. And this isn’t some kind of “free use” bullshit either. That stuff is creepy as hell. When Tracy or Buck share me or we all play with other friends together, I’m not just a toy. I’m a partner in crime.

The truth is, my base sluttiness has nothing to do with my housemates.

*****

Whatever college team it is that Buck is so into was playing. Actually, I know very well who his father’s alma mater is but it’s way more fun to pretend I don’t.

Buck was in the living room with three of his buddies from work all watching the big screen. They weren’t all necessarily fans of the school that shall remain nameless but it was a good excuse to get a little bit drunk and a lot loud on a Saturday afternoon. They were all on the same construction crew.

Two of them have actually fucked me before and I can tell by the way the third watched me when I passed by, he’d heard stories. Heck, they were all watching me with that look. Buck was the only one that seemed more interested in the game.

I don’t care if Buck or those other guys talk about what a slut I am. No, that’s a lie. I absolutely love it. Being desired is such a turn on. A power trip, I guess.

They’d all been in the kitchen during half-time, restocking on drinks and snacks. I had no real reason to be there but I also had nothing better to do. Tracy was at the gym, of course. She’d probably get home around dinner time to get ready to go out. We were hitting the bars together and she’d already told me not to bother with panties. She’d said something about finding the biggest stud we could to double team. The gym usually makes her horny so I didn’t think we’d limit ourselves to just one stud.

But as I said, Tracy wasn’t there and there were four boisterous, slightly drunk guys all crowded in the kitchen with me. There was a lot of physical contact going on and most of it wasn’t accidental. Even the new guy had his hand on my ass multiple times.

I made it clear to all the guys that I liked the attention. My hand found shoulders and butts to rest on a bunch of times. It fed into my little power trip, knowing I was probably the most openly sexual woman any of them had ever been around.

Made me wish I wasn’t wearing sweat-pants.

Everyone but Buck seemed reluctant to leave the kitchen but when the game resumed, I gave them all a cheery wave and went to my room.

I saw myself in the mirror. About 5’3″, pale skin and wavy honey-blond hair down past my shoulders. Round face but with an upturned nose and lush kissable lips. I smirked at myself, blew a kiss and tried to give myself a smoldering look.

Not bad. My t-shirt and old, comfy bra weren’t doing much for my figure and of course the sweatpants…

I took off the pants and also the bra. I left the shirt and my panties on.

One benefit of living with T&B is that they insist on cooking healthy and chivvy me about going to the gym a couple of times a week. I am not model material. In fact, I carry what many would refer to as “extra padding”. If I stand up straight, my tummy is only a little bit on the soft side. If I slouch… well, there is a bit of a spare tire. Actually, Buck calls it my fuck handle. But I would probably be a blimp without their example and encouragement.

Anyway, without the bra, the form of my frankly awsome C-cup tits was very evident under the shirt, including my aroused little tips. I licked my lips at the image in the mirror and felt a little thrill. I put on some lip gloss and some eye shadow. I tousled my hair and tried another smolder.

Yeah, I was looking good.

I did a half-turn, hitched the hem of my shirt up and took a look at my wide creamy ass cupped by a pair of lacy, mint-green panties and gave it a slap.

God damn, I really turn myself on sometimes.

*****

I strutted out of my bedroom feeling like every man’s wet dream. I could not keep adıyaman escort a smirk off my face even though no one was there to see it right at that second.

I continued on into the living room, ass rocking and tits swaying. Obviously, I thought about taking everything off but I didn’t want to start an instant gang bang. Not this time. I was feeling as playful as I was horny.

Every single pair of eyes locked onto me when I got to the living room. Even Buck’s. I heard him chuckle low. My attire aside, I know he also recognized my walk and the way I tossed my hair and refused to make eye contact with anyone.

He knew I was ready to play. And he was going to really enjoy watching me with all these guys.

I won’t use their names. Numbers won’t do and “Tom, Dick and Harry” is kind of last-century.

Let’s go with Juan, Tyrone and Eric. The Latino, the black and the Swede. Or something Scandanavian anyway.

All eyes were on me as I posed casually in the middle of the room. Except I caught Buck’s eyes drifting back and forth between me and the game. Fine. He wasn’t getting any then.

Eric was the new guy. He was at the far left end of the ‘L’ shaped sectional. We made eye contact and my smirk went higher. I toyed with a nipple through my shirt with a manicured fingernail and lost eye contact with the poor guy.

Because my eyes aren’t down there. Get it? Sheesh.

He was already looking flush. So cute. And so sexy. Short blond hair, broad shoulders, noticeable biceps. He was actually similar to Buck but not quite as tall.

I stepped close and straddled his legs. I perched my lush ass on his knees. My panty-clad mound was still hidden by the hem of my shirt but I could tell by the look in his eyes he was very aware of its presence.

“You’re name’s Eric, right?” I asked innocently, one hand playing with a lock of my hair, the other touching his chest.

He nodded.

“Do you know what’s special about you, Eric?”

He kind of looked around for a second by shook his head. He licked his lips nervously. I could tell he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He wanted to touch me but the darling knew he didn’t have permission yet.

My teasing hand went lower to around his navel. His thighs twitched which quite frankly made my pussy get slick. “You’re the only man in this room I’ve never fucked before.”

I leaned really close and gave his hardening lump a good squeeze. I picked up one of his hands and pressed it to my soft breast. “Can I please suck your cock, Eric? You may not know this about me, but I love to suck cock. And I’ll swallow your cum for you. All of it. Would you like that?” I pouted, my lips glistening.

He nodded, clearly barely believing his luck. He straightened in the couch and his broad workman’s hand took firm hold of my breast.

“Oh good. I’m so glad you like blowjobs. Such a happy coincidence!” I said playfully as I unsnapped his jeans.

I slid down to the floor, tugging his pants down as I went. He was quick to raise his hip and in a trice, I was between his legs staring his hard, naked cock right in the eye.

It bobbed, the slit already glistening. I caught a whiff of male and salivated. “Yum,” I whispered. I gazed up into his eyes with an innocent pout that slowly transformed into a hungry lear. My hands at my sides, I leaned forward, slowly opening my mouth as I went.

I continued forward even as the engorged head of his manhood passed between my lips. I didn’t slow when it pressed against my tongue. I made room for him and kept going.

Did I mention I’m a fantastic cocksucker? For the record, Eric was about seven inches long and of mostly average girth, though he had a fabulously flared head.

I didn’t slow until my nose was pressed against his pelvic bone and my chin was nestled between his balls. I moaned around his delicious package and rolled my tongue beneath his shaft.

“Oh, god,” was all the poor guy could say as he gripped the couch cushion.

I still held his eyes. Well, as well as I could with the way he was rocking his head and moaning. I let myself drool around the obstacle lodged in my throat and hummed a tune.

I brushed back my hair but then put my hands back down to my sides. This blowjob was all about my second favorite orifice.

I inhaled slowly through my nose. He really smelled wonderfully primal. I moaned in genuine pleasure and couldn’t help closing my eyes to savor it.

I drew back even more slowly than I’d swallowed him, my mouth a vacuum around his throbbing need. My tongue spun and swiped across every inch of his underside.

When just the head remained in my mouth I held him there, lips hugging his crown. I wiggled my little pink licker against his slit and he just about shook out of his skin. “Christ!” he shouted.

Eric wouldn’t last long. I never hold that against a guy. I know I’m good. Of course they’re going to blast in under a minute. I’d see it as failure if they didn’t.

Knowing I had an audience, I wasn’t adıyaman escort bayan just going to tease his head while I waited for the inevitable. I deep, deep throated him again. I mean, I completely buried my head in his lap, pretty much pressing my teeth against his pelvis.

I opened my mouth a bit and nodded my head up and down, plungering his stick noisily in the back of my throat.

That’s when his hands finally went to my head and dug into my hair. “Holy fuck, I’m going to cum!” he huffed, mindlessly fucking my skull. I let him. I slobbered and choaked all over his hammer but, like I said, he wasn’t going to last long.

His legs went stiff and his hands held me tight and he shuddered as the first big jet of semen shot right down my throat.

That’s when I fought against his grip and pulled away a bit. I wanted to taste it.

With my tongue and lips around the head of his cock, I could feel all the extasy of Eric’s climax. Every pulse was like wild applause. Every shot of jizz warm ambrosia. He pulsed and shot like that over and over again, his head back and his mouth open in silent elation.

And I held the source of his joy, the essence of his manhood adoringly in my mouth and let it feed me.

Well, I didn’t literally swallow all of his cum because that’s not nearly as fun as letting it dribble from between my lips and cascade down his shaft. I heard other heavy breathing in the room from my audience. I love being watched but didn’t acknowledge their presence. I wanted to be ready for when Eric finally looked at me again.

He was only dribbling a bit by the time he raised his head and looked blearily down between his legs. I was looking up and him. I’ve seen video of myself like this; giving head while making eye contact. My big, deep brown eyes focused on nothing but the man receiving my service.

I looked like an angel that simply didn’t know how nasty she was being.

“Hmmmm,” I hummed contentedly and slowly slid my mouth off his shaft. It was no longer quite so big but still remained jutting out, bobbing heavily.

I had jizz and saliva dripping from my chin. Smiling up at Eric, I used a finger to scoop the mess back up to my mouth. “Mmmm, you taste so good,” I said as I smacked my lips.

I jumped to my feet and bounced around a little bit. The leers the other men were giving me made my nipples twitch and my pussy get even slicker.

Still bouncing playfully, feeling my tits sway under my shirt, I said in a girlish voice. “More! I want to eat more yummy cum.”

Juan was the nearest, sitting down the couch a bit from Eric. I pinched a nipple through my shirt, teasing it and them. I looked him right in the eyes, pouted and said, “Please, may I have yours?”

Juan couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. After he tossed them across the room, he plopped back down onto the couch and leaned back, stroking himself.

I’ve played with Juan before. His cut brown cock is perfectly average in every way. That actually made him the smallest in the room but I wasn’t going to let him think about that meaningless little detail for even a second.

I was still in my t-shirt and panties. I left them on not because I have a modest bone in my body but because I wanted this to be all about my oral talents. I sank to my knees between his legs, eyes on his cock. I bit my bottom lip and pushed my hair back. “Gimmie,” I said.

When I bent forward, I didn’t go for his dick. I tilted my head and went lower. I wedged my face between his thighs and tonged his ballsack. I breathed in his strong, tangy musk and almost came in my panties.

I don’t know that much about Juan. I assume he’s legal. Probably a U.S. citizen, for all I know. And I’ve had actual conversations with him and he doesn’t even have that strong an accent.

The reason I’m explaining that is because the stream of excited, pleasure-infused words that tumbled from is mouth while I bathed his nuts didn’t contain a trace of English. I can’t repeat what he said because I have no idea what it was. But I’m sure he was very happy.

He spread his legs wide for me and rolled back a bit. I grabbed his dick over my head and used it to pull his hairy balls higher. They were already dripping with my slaver. I slid my other hand under his nuts and my middle finger found his taint.

I went back in. One testicle popped into my mouth while I let the other roll around across my nose. I was so deep into his sack, the free ball was pressing against my eye at times.

Yes, of course it was closed.

I teased his taint with my nail and polished his jewels. The stream of ay carambas and dios mios continued. I think he had his own hands behind his head, hanging onto the couch.

When I felt the time was right, mainly based on the volume of pre-cum flowing over my hand, I made my tongue wide and licked slowly up his shaft. As I went, the taste changed from heady musk to the tell-tale salty sweetness of male lube.

As I rounded the corner at the tip of his escort adıyaman manhood, I made eye contact and gave him a wink. I had to pause a beat to get my knees under me better and rise up. Then I gave him another look, smiled around the tip of his cock, and then went down all the way back to his groin.

Except this time, he was inside me. He lodged against the back of my throat. I choaked and then moaned deeply.

I gave his hacky sack a firm cup and did a porn-bob up and down his shaft.

That didn’t last long. He arched his back and grabbed my head in both hands. I had absolutely no control over the situation when he mashed my face into his pubes and held me there.

I felt that familiar twitch and the even greater swelling of the organ in my throat and then he burst.

He was lost in the sensations climaxing directly down my throat. I coughed and sputtered and managed not to gag. I have fantastic head skills, like I said, but I’m only human.

Thank god male orgasms don’t last hours. Juan went from rigid and forcing me onto his hammer to limp as a rag in the blink of an eye. I popped loose from his grip, sputtering like a person learning to snorkel. “Easy there, papi,” I croaked. “You almost drowned me.”

I don’t know where papi came from.

The guy gave me a weak apologetic wave and murmured “sorry”. He seemed half unconscious.

Well, I mean, making guys lose control is a double-edged sword. A scarry power trip that makes you feel like a million bucks right up to the time you can’t breathe.

“Rachel,” said a deep, gruff voice. I turned my head.

Is Tyrone a racist name? I mean, making up a name for him, is it racist to call him Tyrone? I mean, he’s so not a Steve.

Whatever. I was just about to suck his cock and eat his cum. I doubt he cares what I call him.

Okay, so, I turn my head when I hear my name in a deep, masculine voice dripping with need. “You ain’t seen nothing yet girl. Get your filthy whore-mouth over here.”

It may surprise you to learn I’m a bit on the fence about dirty slut talk and demeaning language. I will say, it’s not a turn on for me. But I can accept that it’s often a turn-on for guys and I don’t usually take it personally.

I mean, I did just suck off two other dudes right in front of him. Don’t see how I can get too uptight about being called a whore.

But for the record, the proper term to address me by is horny sex fiend.

Tyrone was on his feet and he was naked and his giant cock was pointed right at my head.

I think my pupils probably dilated when I saw it. I know my mouth went dry. Sort of. For about two seconds. Then it started salivating as heavily as my panty-clad little clam.

But I was in performance mode. As much as I wanted to rip my panties off, scamble across the room, leap into his arms and onto his cock… I didn’t.

I stood straight and made a show of brushing my hair back. But somehow, an unruly bang still shadowed my brow as a gave Tyrone a look. First a good smolder right into his eyes and then a slow pan down over his very nice pecks, flat, powerful abbs (not a six-pack but he looked hard as basalt) and finally to his rigid weapon.

“Let me at that feast,” I said, low lust in my voice as I stalked toward the tall black man. In passing I grabbed a throw pillow tossed it down at his feet

I stared at his manhood as I fell to my knees. His big dick seemed to be the only thing in the world. I leaned forward, hands at my sides and tentatively licked the tip.

It bounced and swelled even harder. Next, shifting forward just an inch or so, I cradled his glans with my widened tongue and just barely touched my top lip to his crown.

At this rate, it was going to take me an hour to swallow him all. I was going to maintain this pace as long as the horny guy let me but I didn’t expect that to be long.

I spent a good bit of time with my lips just sealed around the rim of his helmet, humming as I slobbered and that’s when Tyrone broke. “It’s a sausage, not a popsicle,” He growled. Probably sounded better in his head. It didn’t matter because he wasn’t going to rely on words for long. “I know you can eat it all, little slut.”

His big hand palmed the back of my head and his hips pressed forward. His cock shoved calmly but firmly to the back of my throat.

He’s right. I’d deep-throated Tyrone before but he’s just about the biggest I’ve ever managed. The way his massive weapon pried apart my jaws and stretched my throat sent chills down my spine. I moaned with an unquestioning need to be used.

Tyrone fucked my skull for the next three minutes while I drooled and choaked all over his delicious sausage.

I zoned out enough that I didn’t notice when he was getting close. Before I knew what was happening, he yanked out of my mouth and an instant later, hot seed flung into my gaping mouth and across my face.

“Fuck,” Tyrone bellowed as he jacked load after load into my face. I tried to catch most of it in my mouth but it was kind of going everywhere.

Juan let out a whoop as he watched and Buck clapped and shouted, “That’s my girl!”

I took the black cock back into my mouth while it was still dribbling. I deep-throated his slightly less rigid mass and gargled the last few drops. I took my time cleaning him as all that pounding blood returned to more boring endeavors like feeding brain cells.

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