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Sandy

A semi willing guy is given an offer he can’t refuse.

I invited a neighbor to join me in a lunch at a local restaurant. We had talked a lot around the building and had gotten along good. She was witty and had a great smile and always seemed happy. The lunch went well. We talked about lots of different things. She lost her husband about three years before I lost my wife. It was good to see that it was possible to still enjoy some things after losing a loved one.

During the meal I mentioned that I took up several new hobbies when I retired. This brought on a long decision about photography and working on the photos with software. As we were leaving the restaurant Sandy mentioned a little causally she had taken up a hobby also after she retired. I wasn’t really interested but manners made me ask what it was. Thinking it was painting or knitting or some such silly women thing.

“Napping, every day around one or two pm I take a nap. Refreshes me and I’m good for the rest of the day. Want to take a nap with me today? I’m getting tired of my dildo and vibrator. A cock would feel good for a change. I give a mean blow job. I would love to have a tongue working my old pussy over again. How about it, want to play house with an old lady? We can suck a bit then fuck a bit. You can still get it up can’t ya? Not playing with a wet noddle are you?”

“Well to tell the truth I have a problem getting an erection these days. Not like the good old days.”

“Crap. Well we could still play around a bit if you’re interested. I would suspect a warm mouth would still feel good. How about it? Want to try. If it doesn’t work out that’s life. Give it the old college try and all that bullshit.”

I didn’t answer right away. It was embarrassing to admit I was nervous about getting naked with someone new. My only sex partner had been my wife. We had learned about the birds and the bees together so to speak.

“I just remembered. I’ve got some of those pecker pills. Samuel had a little trouble getting it up as he got older and let me tell you they worked medical miracles. He’d pop a pill and an hour later he’d be hard as a teenager and last, oh my goodness. He’d just about wear me out. My pussy would be begging him to stop. How about it, want to try one? Can’t hurt can it? Your ticker is ok? I wouldn’t want you to croak in mid fuck would I? Be kind of embarrassing, at least for me. Calling the paramedics with a guy dying in my bed would cause a scandal in the building. And it’d make old Sally real jealous wouldn’t it? She told me she had her eye on you but Buca travesti was afraid to say anything. Tell you what; if it works out and we can please each other we could invite her over some afternoon for a three some. Ever had a threesome? It’s better with two guys I think. A guy can only go so long and then he’s worn out and I’m still ready for more. Of course eating a little pussy is fun and getting some from another lady can be special. We kind of know what and where it feels best. So if it would be ok with Sally we could get together sometime.”

Finally she paused for a breath and I was still not sure this was a good idea. But when she reached across the seat and rubbed my crotch I was willing to try. “Ok Sandy, but I have to warn you this may be a disaster. I have to tell you I’ve only ever been with one woman in my life.”

“Hay no problem. I’ve had a few guys in my life and I have no problems telling you what I want and how I want it. Ya, we’ll get along fine. I promise you’ll enjoy this. I’ll treat you right. Oh my yes, will I ever. Sandy will give you a good time. Samuel always said I give the best oral and he’d had a lot of experience let me tell you. He told me some stories that were hard to believe. Sometimes I thought he made them up just to piss me off. But then if I did what he was talking about it seemed possible that he was telling the truth. And I’m real good at fucking to. With me on top and you’ll be crying for your mommy. That’s not to say I’m an amateur at doggy style either. I love it when I can feel those balls slapping my pussy as I’m getting pounded. Especially if he reaches around and rubs my clit at the same time, yup that is always good. Can you do that? Fuck me from behind and still rub me there? Can you drive a little faster? I’m getting wet just thinking about the fun we’re going to have.”

As I was pulling into the parking lot Sandy was asking me to give her five minute and then come on up to her apartment. She would leave the door unlocked and just come on in but be sure and be sure and lock it behind myself. I told her I wanted to shower first and she suggested that we could take a shower together, “Just to get to know each other a little better. You can wash my back and ass and I’ll do yours. I love soapy fingers sliding up and down my crack and tickling my asshole.”

When I walked into her apartment it got real embarrassing. Sally was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. “Well what do we have here? Do you always waltz into apartments without knocking?”

Before I could say Buca travestileri a word Sally looked at Sandy then back at me then at Sandy again, “Oh…A little sex time is it? And just how long have you two been fucking? Is he any good? I am jealous. You knew I was thinking about him and here you are doing him behind my back. You could as least told me he was taken and I thought you were my friend.”

“I am your friend Sally please believe me. This was going to be the first time. We just had lunch and I kind of suggested we get together. I know you’ve been eyeing him and I even told him that sometime we might invite you to join us, if you wanted to share that is. But I thought it would be best if I gave him a test run before it went too far. But as long as you’re here and the secret is out you could join us. How about it? You interested in helping me see what this stud has to offer?

“Just a minute, do I have a say in all this?”

“Of course you do darling. Should I get one of those pills I mentioned or do you want to try without? You could pop one and we could have a cup of coffee while it goes to work and then jump in the shower. It might be a little crowded with three of us but we’ll get real acquainted that way. How about it Sally, sound good to you? Are you ready to lick a little pussy and suck a little cock?”

“Hell why not since you put it so elegantly. It been so long I’m not sure I remember how put I’ll certainly be willing to give it a try. Is your sausage a big one Dennis? Here let me take a peek.”

Sally was undoing my belt and then the zipper and down went my pants and the bulge in my boxers gave proof that I could still get it up. “Ah yes…Take a look Sandy. I detect a hard-on hiding inside.”

A pull and down went the boxers.

Sandy turned and started down the hall shedding her blouse and bra. “To the showers everyone, last one in has to suck my left titty.”

For an old lady she still had a bit of firmness to her breasts. I suppose them being small and she said never nursed a baby. With I having always been a boob man I was more than happy to suck her left one and while I did it Sally was doing the other.

Sally on the other hand was just the opposite. Time had not been kind to her breasts. Large and pendulous but that didn’t stop Sandy from holding and squeezing them and showing them some love.

“Ok, wash my back Dennis, don’t forget my ass. You can suck my tits again later.”

Then I washed Sally’s back and I didn’t forget her ass either. When it was my turn Sally was in charge Travesti buca of my back because Sandy wanted to do the front. Actually what she wanted was to wash my cock and balls. She spent very little time on my chest and stomach.

“Ok everyone, to the bedroom. I want to feel that good looking pecker slipping up inside me.”

I never realized what I had been missing. Having two women in a bed with me was unbelievable. I sucked pussy, had my cock sucked and licked sometimes by two at the same time. I watched them licking and sucking and fingering each other. I was deep in Sandy when Sally stuck a slippery finger up my ass. When Sandy was between Sally’s legs giving her some oral I returned the favor.

If you can believe it I came two times. It had been years since I had the pleasure of two orgasms in one session. The first time was when Sally was finger fucking me and I was doing Sandy. The other was as Sally was showing me her oral skills. The crazy woman swallowed it all. Not a drop was spilt.

As we lay all tangled up and exhausted Sandy was telling us, “That was fun don’t ya think? We should do this again someday. I’m thinking a couple of times a month maybe. Dennis could visit me on the first week of the month then on the second week we all get together and on the third week Sally gets him all to herself. The forth week we all get together again. What do ya think Sally? Sound like a good idea?”

“That works for me. Three times a month is about my limit anyway. And besides my vibrator needs a break, I’ve been working it kind of hard these past few years.”

I had to ask, “Do I get a vote in this plan?”

In unison they responded, “No.”

Sandy added, “Listen big guy. I found you and I’m keeping you. You just show up as told and no jerking off between times. We want you hard and ready to perform. Do you want those pecker pills? You could take one about an hour before you’re needed.”

Sally chimed in, “I think we should all meet at my place from time to time. Maybe have a light meal before the festivities began. I’m thinking a salad or something. Tell me Dennis have you ever been fucked in the ass? My old man used to love it. And we could try that. I’ve got a long slender dildo that is just made for a guy’s rear end.”

As I was declining that suggestion, Sandy was saying, “Oh that sounds like fun, be sure and bring it next time. Let’s get together next Wednesday at 6. Then following week is the first of the month and we can start are rotation. Everyone agree?”

I started to open my mouth. Sally put a finger against my lips, “Hush Dennis. We all agree.”

I decided a light supper every week was a good idea.

The end

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The Harmony Pub

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In a quaint British town, where historic charm meets the occasional modern touch, The Harmony Pub stands as a local institution. It’s the kind of place where the atmosphere buzzes softly with the energy of cordial relationships and shared histories. Mr. Casper North, a man of reserved demeanor with salt-and-pepper hair, sits at the bar, savoring a glass of single malt. A few stools away is Mr. Teddy Barrington, an affable chap with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a handsome, if scruffy beard and mustache. They share the unspoken camaraderie of regulars who’ve occupied these same stools for years. The soft lighting illuminates the dark wood interior, casting a golden glow that makes everyone feel a bit more at ease. A vintage jukebox harmonizes the past with the present, its music blending effortlessly with the low murmur of conversations and clinking glasses. Tonight, a local musician takes to the small stage in the back, his acoustic guitar melodies adding another layer to the rich tapestry of sounds. In this convivial setting, Mr. North and Mr. Barrington find themselves bound by the simple, enduring pleasure of a well-spent evening.

The bell on the door tinkled, announcing a new arrival. A young woman, bundled in coats, sweaters, and scarves, stumbled in, shaking off the chill of the evening air. With golden blonde hair and a curvaceous figure, she immediately drew the gaze of the patrons. As she unwrapped herself from her layers, revealing a vibrant smile, she looked around and made her way to an empty booth near the back. Her round hips swayed in a long knit sweater dress covering a sheer pair of leggings.

Mr. North and Mr. Teddy Barrington exchanged glances, as if silently acknowledging that their little sanctuary had been graced by something or someone special. She ordered a hot toddy from the waiter, her voice a pleasant melody that seemed to blend effortlessly with the acoustic strains emanating from the stage.

The musician adjusted his strings and launched into a soulful ballad, one that seemed to capture the essence of longings and reunions, the very stuff that autumn nights at The Harmony Pub were made of. The young woman sipped her drink and closed her eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over her.

Both Casper and Teddy sensed that this evening had taken a subtle turn, imbued with a certain enchantment that neither could quite put their finger on. And so, as the notes continued to fill the air and the conversations carried on in hushed tones, everyone in the pub seemed to share in this unspoken sense of connection, grateful for the simple yet extraordinary joys that can be found in an unassuming corner of a quaint British town. Just as the musician strummed the final chords of his ballad, Mr. North cleared his throat and caught the eye of the barkeep. “William, would you be so kind as to offer the young lady another hot toddy, on our behalf? And perhaps extend an invitation for her to join us at the bar for a friendly chat?”

William, the seasoned barkeep who had been serving drinks at The Harmony Pub longer than most could remember, nodded and made his way over to the young woman’s booth. He leaned in and spoke softly to her, pointing discreetly towards Mr. North and Mr. Barrington.

The young woman looked up, her eyes meeting the gazes of the two gentlemen at the bar. She smiled warmly and nodded to William before gathering her things and making her way over to the barstools.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I hear I have you to thank for the delightful refreshment,” she said, her voice tinged with a subtle foreign accent.

“Indeed, my dear. Pleasure’s all ours,” replied Mr. Barrington, his eyes twinkling even more than usual. “Allow us to introduce ourselves. I’m Teddy Barrington, and this here is Casper North.”

“Charmed,” said Mr. North, raising his glass gently in a small toast. “May we know the name of the lady who has so graciously accepted our humble invitation?”

She took a seat and sipped her fresh hot toddy. “I’m Amelia. Amelia Fairweather. I’m new to town and thought this would be a good place to get to know the locals.”

“And you’ve chosen wisely,” said Mr. North. “The Harmony Pub is the heart of this community.”

“As well as its soul,” added Mr. Barrington, “filled with the tales, laughter, and yes, occasional tears.”

Amelia laughed, her face lighting up with mirth. “That’s an apt description! But it seems like there are plenty of stories to tell.”

“There certainly are,” agreed Mr. North. “You’ll find that our patrons are quite… inventive.” Amelia blushed, “Oh, I don’t doubt it!” She glanced over at the two gentlemen. She asked, a curious and even naughty smile crept to her mouth, “And what sort of tales might you invent, Mr. North?”

Casper chuckled, “Well, you see, Teddy and I have a standing bet. We like to entertain young innocent things, like yourself, and then one of us take them home.” He winked with what could’ve been amusement, or maybe something more. “Mr. Barrington took a fine bottle Levent travesti of Irish whiskey off of me, just last week.”

Teddy retorted, “That rotgut?!? If that’s fine, I’d hate to see what you call nasty.” Amelia laughed again, “You’re both terrible!” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “But I love it!”

Casper and Teddy exchanged knowing glances. “Well, my dear,” said Mr. Barrington, “We shall see about that!”

Amelia raised her glass, “To making new friends and unforgettable stories!”The trio clinked glasses, each feeling a sudden warmth that was not entirely from the alcohol. It was as if the walls of The Harmony Pub absorbed their laughter and mirth, adding it to the centuries-old collection of whispered secrets and shared joys.

“Alright, gentlemen,” Amelia leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing playfully. “If you were to tell a story about tonight, what would it be? What would be the perfect tale for this setting?”

Teddy took a sip of his scotch, and began, “Well, my dear, this night is likely to be filled with ecstacy, long after the stars have tucked themselves in.” Casper, finishing a long draught of his pint, continued, “Your ears are not the only things that may find pleasure in the moving of lips and the tumbling of tongues.” Mr. Barrington leaned in as Amelia blushed deeply. Casper did the same. Teddy whispered, “But our tale from earlier isn’t finished, you see. Because if both of us can take that young lass home…” Mr. North continued in her other ear, “We all win.”

Amelia shivered as the two middle aged men spoke softly in either ear. Her face flushed a deep crimson. Maybe it was the hot toddies… no. She had always had a thing for older, more experienced guys, and now two “dirty old men” were making “not” indirect suggestions that she should come home with them. She quickly excused herself, “Gentlemen, I must take a quick powder. These drinks are trying to rush through me.” Mr. Casper and Mr. North waved her on, and she tried desperately not to run to the loo. As she entered the stall, she lifted her knit dress to find her leggings already sporting a wet spot. The combination of the alcohol and her arousal made her feel dizzy.She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, catching her breath.

Were these men actually suggesting that she join them for a threesome? “Seasoned” men were so sexy, and now two were vying to bed her. The thought of wrapping her hands around multiple cocks, pumping them in unison, made her crotch even wetter. Her nipples were now hard and rubbing against the fabric of her silky black bra. She reached down to touch herself, but stopped short of her panties. It would be too obvious. And besides, there was a good chance that they’d still be waiting outside when she emerged. She slipped out of the stall and back into the bar, where she found the two men still at their table, staring at her with hungry eyes. She smiled shyly, and went to sit down.

“You seem a bit flustered, my dear,” Mr. North spoke with honest concern. “Are you feeling well?” Amelia nodded and smiled again, “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Thank you.” She felt like she might burst into tears. This was just too much. But then again, maybe this was what she wanted. A three- way. She was a little drunk, and she knew it. “Would you care to dance?” Mr. North asked. Amelia nodded, and he led her onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

His body was warm, and she could feel his erection pressing against her stomach. He kissed her neck and whispered, “I think we’re going to have fun tonight.” She giggled and looked up into his eyes. “But what of Mr. Barrington?” she asked coyly. “Ah. Teddy can come and enjoy himself too, if you’re willing… that is.” She blushed, and Mr. North’s hand slid down her side, coming to rest on her ass. “Well, I don’t know about that,” she said, and he laughed.

“You are in complete control, my dear. No one will force anything on you,” Casper responded as the slow rhythm of the song came to an end. From the aether, Teddy arrived beside them as the beat kicked uptempo, and he asked, “Would you be willing to continue dancing with an old codger?” Casper retreated to the bar to nurse his beer, and Amelia slid back into Teddy’s arms as the tune ramped up. She ground back against him, feeling his tight bulge rub through his trousers and her skirt against her bum. She felt like a whore, and yet, she didn’t want to stop. Mr. Barrington leaned in and whispered, “You are very beautiful, Amelia. Do you know that?” She blushed and nodded. “And you are quite naughty.”

His pelvis continued to gyrate with the beat as Amelia began to dance back against him, rubbing her ass up and down his crotch, her hands flitting behind her to find his thigh, his hip, and then to brush his package. He groaned in her ear and she smiled, knowing that he was enjoying this as much as she was. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” he asked, and she nodded. He led her by the hand to the bar, “Casper, I believe Levent travestileri the night may haveade this comfortable old place a bit too… restrictive. What say we escort this adorable lady from the premises?”Casper agreed, and called William over to settle the tab for the three of them.

They all left together, and Amelia found herself sitting in the backseat of the car, sandwiched between Mr. North and Teddy. The hack wasn’t the most comfortable, but it would suffice. Teddy gave an address, and within minutes, they pulled up to an old brownstone. During the ride, hands had found there way up and down thighs, and having two men trying to hook into her knickers had Amelia’s head swimming with lust. She felt like such a slut, and yet, she couldn’t help but get turned on. Teddy opened the door, and guided her inside. He took her coat and hung it up, then led her upstairs.

Amelia followed Teddy up the stairs, feeling his eyes on her ass, and she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. As they reached the top, Teddy pushed open the door to the master bedroom. “Ah, Casper. Thank you for setting the mood,” Mr. Barrington called to the other gentleman as he shook out a match. The room was cozily lit with candles, and it illuminated the surroundings. The bedroom was tastefully furnished with period pieces, and the classic four-poster King sized bed seemed as large as its own country. Amelia looked around the room, and saw a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, and three glasses on the bedside table. “Why don’t you pour us some champagne, Casper? We’ll join you in a moment.”

Teddy removed Amelia’s coat and extra sweater and placed them carefully on the well upholstered armchair. The night had been chilly, but the events so far had her lifeblood coursing through her veins. The two men moved in beside her, and slowly wrapped their arms around her. Teddy placed his hands on her shoulders, and kissed gently at her neck. Casper slid his hands down her back, and lingered at her full, round bottom. He lifted her knit dress gently, and his fingers brushed around her hips, grazing lightly over the tops of her thighs. She shivered all over, the touch of lips and fingertips igniting passion and need in her soul. A desperate moan left her lips as Mr. North lifted her dress past Mr. Barrington, revealing the black silken panties and matching bra underneath.

“Sirs…” she groans, as they return to her skin. Teddy’s beard bristled over her navel as Casper began to nibble at the crease between her bum and leg. “feels…. so… g…”, she mumbled as they devoured her slowly. Their hands were everywhere at once, stroking and squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and teasing her thighs. Her breathing became ragged, and she could feel her juices flowing down her legs. She felt Mr. North unclasp the damned device restraining her tits, and Mr. Barrington tugging at the skimpy cloth covering her sex. A wave of lust overcame her as Teddy began to nuzzle her blonde curls at the cleft of her thighs.

She grunted, “FUCK! Sirs…”, leaving the shy facade behind. Mr. Barrington began to lap gently at the erect button just south of her well groomed landing strip. Mr. North ran his tongue down her spine, and held her hips with his hands as the rough surface found the valley of her cheeks. She gasped, “Oh, God!”, and let out a long, low moan as Mr. North lapped at her buttocks. “Sir… please….” she begged, as he licked up and down the length of her crack. Mr. Barrington spread her legs apart with one hand, and ran his finger along her slit. She jumped slightly when his finger slipped inside her, and she whimpered softly.

Casper found her most dark place with his mouth, and began to lap at her rosebud, holding her shuddering body aloft by the hips as he laved at the sensitive pucker. Teddy had found a rhythm with his fingers, and matched it with his own tongue, circling Amelia’s now screaming clitoris. She was writhing against the two men, and she felt her orgasm building. “Sir… please… FUCK!” She exploded. Her knees buckled and her weight was held aloft by the two men, one tongue fucking her ass while lifting her up by her bum, the other pulling her skyward with his fingers, curled against her g-spot, his tongue now scraping her firey swollen clit.

Her scream echoed off the walls, and she came again and again, as if her orgasm was never ending. Her pussy gushed, and her juices flowed from her cunt like lava. The two men continued to lick and suck at her, until she finally collapsed into their arms.

The men assisted her to the armchair, unconcerned of the wet spot she was likely to leave behind. Mr. North brought her glass of bubbly gold champagne to her, and both men stroked her hair lovingly as she sipped it, breath slowing, the pulse in her loins slowly abating.

“What a fiery one Miss Fairweather is,” Mr. Barrington commented. “Yes, she’s been very open and talkative, and even respectful,” Mr. North agreed.

“But I think we should Travesti levent see how she reacts to a little more physical stimulation.” Amelia nodded, still reeling from the intensity of her climax. She felt weak, but also refreshed.

The two men stood beside her chair, and she was ready for more. They had ignited something in her that she hadn’t know existed. She set the glass beside her on the small end table, and reached up with both hands, one for each bulge extended toward her, each encased in impeccably pressed trousers.

She pulled them closer, and began to kiss and lick at the bulges, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric.

She tried to undo both belts at the same time, but the two assisted, unclasping, unzipping, and lowering their pants and undergarments. Two magnificent cocks sprung free. Mr. North’s was long and slender, surrounded by manicured salt-and-peppered whisps. Mr. Barrington’s was somewhat shorter, but what it lacked in length it made up for in girth. He, surprisingly, was clean shaven, not to match his scruffy, unkempt beard.

Amelia stared in awe, and began to stroke both cocks in her hands. Their firmness and fit was perfect. Mr. Barrington, Teddy, was circumcized, and his head was clearly visible as her hand moved surely back and forth. Casper, Mr. North, was not cut, and the glistening of precum was only visible on the downstroke.

“That’s so nice, dear,” Teddy cooed as his hips shifted slightly back and forth with the rhythm. “Too right, she’s a natural,” Mr. North confirmed. She kept the same stroke, fulfilling the fantasy her mind created not so long ago as she tried to compase herself in the ladies room at the pub.

Smiling down at her, Mr. Barrington said, through gentle grunts, “Turn about is fair play, my sweet.” Amelia took the hint, and placed her mouth at the end of his staff, slowly pushing it between her lips. Her hand continued to pump his and Mr. North at the same pace. The rocking back and forth on the chair was erotic, and she felt herself dampen again.

“And don’t forget Mr. North.” Teddy reminded her. Her mouth slid off his cock with an audible pop as she switched sides and took the longer shaft of Casper into her mouth.

Mr. North’s cock was thick, and she could feel the veins pulsing with each beat of her heart. She sucked him deep, and her tongue swirled around his head, teasing the underside of his cock.

Back and forth she moved her lips, first the thick rod, stretching her mouth to its limit, then the longer one, threatening to intrude her throat as she consumed its length.

She felt her own wetness begin to seep out onto her thighs. Mr. North moaned, and Amelia knew he was close to release.

Feeling his need to release, she concentrated on his long, slender prick, increasing the suction her lips applied to the head. Her hands began to wank both men more rapidly as she pulled hard at Casper’s cock with her mouth.

It was salty, and bitter, and she swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the flow.

As she did, she felt Casper’s orgasmic spasms against her lips. She continued to suck until Mr. North’s softening member slipped from her mouth.Mr. Barrington took over, and she eagerly resumed sucking him.

His breathing became ragged, and she felt his body tense. “Oh fuck, here it comes!” He groaned, and she felt the first hot jet of cum hit the back of her throat.

She closed her eyes, and savored the taste, swallowing quickly. Again, she felt the second blast of cum hit her tongue. This time, she opened her mouth to catch it all.

She could feel the warmth of his sperm coating her tongue, and she let it slide down her throat. Mr. Barrington’s orgasm subsided, and she let his cock slip from her mouth. “Good girl,” Mr. North complimented.

As the last drop of their essence slipped down her throat, Amelia felt an immediate, almost electric, change. It was as though her senses had been dialed up to an intensity she had never known. Colors around her seemed to pulse with life, sounds resonated like rich music, even the air felt new and exhilarating against her skin.

Amelia looked at Teddy and Casper, her eyes alight with a fire that had been kindled. The two men exchanged a subtle, gratified glance. The room was thick with a palpable energy, as though the very air recognized that a seismic shift had occurred.

Amelia smiled at them, and they returned the gesture. She rose from her seat, and approached the table.

She poured another glass of champagne, and brought it with her as she swayed back beside them, her hips rising sexually, her breasts bare and beautiful. She stood between them, then motioned for them to bend down to her bosom.

She took a sip from her glass, and then poured it slowly down her front. Rivulets of bubbly liquid flowed down her neck, around and over her navel, and toward her now, once again, aching snatch. The men leaned in and drank from the tiny streams, licking flesh like it was ice cream. Amelia cooed.

When the last drop was poured, she looked down to find that both Mr. Barrington and Mr. North were once again rigid, their previously flagging erections now once again aloft, like rigid steel spikes. “Frisky old men. Surprising,” she said as she reached down to once again hold them within her grasp.

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My heart raced at the sight of it all, and between my legs the wetness dripped. Theo was kissing me ardently and Joshua was licking my neck. Theo’s hand was on my thighs and Joshua’s on my tits. They were both groping me hornily. I touched both of them on top of their pants. They were very hard.

But, I stopped everything and stood up. They both looked at me in disbelief.

I took a deep breath and looking seriously at them, I said:

“It’s going to be what I want, how I want, and only what I want, all right?”

I wanted to be sure that everything would turn out as I wanted it to. It had to be a good experience for me.

“Yes”, they both said.

“Okay, then”, I replied, smiling, and then slowly pulled one strap off my blouse, leaving one boob exposed, then the other.

They both looked at me thirstily, desperate for me to give the order to come on top of me. Finally, I held up my tits and signaled for them to come.

They both stood up and came over to kiss me. I took turns between the two of them. While one kissed me the other licked and sucked my tits.

I opened Theo’s pants and put my hand on his cock. Then it was Joshua’s turn. I had a cock in each hand while kissing my two lovers. Incredible!

They begged me for more. And I gave them more.

I knelt down and stared at those two hard dicks in front of me. I realized that Theo was a little jealous of Joshua, because he had a smaller cock. Nonsense. Each one would be important to me in a particular way. My mouth was salivating. I didn’t hesitate any longer and sucked Theo’s cock first. He deserved a cuddle! Meanwhile, I jerked Joshua off. Then, I shoved Joshua’s big, thick cock in my mouth and gave Theo a hand job. Those hard phalluses throbbed sometimes in my hand, sometimes in my mouth. What an amazing arousal!

I remembered Maggie. She had already experienced all of this when she was young. But, now I also had my two males to satisfy me! It took some time for me, but it was worth it!

As I knew Joshua liked it, while I sucked him I put my finger at the entry of his ass and made massaging movements. He moaned with lust! Theo was embarrassed to see that. I noticed and, amused, I asked him:

“Do you want some too? Don’t need to have shame… Just ask…”

He grumbled and answered only with a “no” in between moans of horniness from the handjob I was giving him.

The cocks throbbed in my hands. I couldn’t let them cum yet. I stood up and started kissing Theo and with my hand I pushed Joshua’s head between my legs. Joshua accepted the task with a hard-on. His tongue went all over my pussy and sucked on my clit. Meanwhile, Theo, beside me was kissing and licking my breasts.

I was very excited. I was rolling around in Joshua’s mouth and kissing Theo. Suddenly, Joshua’s finger was going into my ass. I went crazy. He was sucking me and sliding his finger into me from behind. With one hand I pushed his head against my pussy and rolled around with his finger in my asshole. With the other hand I was jerking Theo off.

The wetness coming out of my pussy was all over Joshua’s face. I looked down and saw that man with the big hard cock licking my pussy and fucking my ass with his finger and moaned. Meanwhile, Theo was licking my boobs and neck and kissing me while I jerked him off. It was too much.

I couldn’t take it… I came… My body shook like never before… My legs were like noodles. I screamed.

I fell sitting on the floor. I looked down at my legs and my thighs were completely wet. I was gasping for breath. A smile was on my face.

I stopped for a moment and looked at the two men in front of me. They were waiting anxiously. Surely they were full of doubt: “Is there more?” “Is Carol satisfied yet?” “Aren’t we going to cum too?”

Yes, there was more. No, I wasn’t satisfied yet. And, of course, I wanted them to come too. The initial anxiety was gone. Now I could enjoy everything more calmly, slowly.

Once again, I spent some time enjoying my two gifts. Right there, in front İzmir travesti of me were two hot men devouring me with their eyes. Sitting on the couch, feeling the fabric on my pussy, I had two dicks right up to my face. Two cocks throbbing with lust. I could see them pulsating.

“Lie down”, I said to Joshua.

He laid down on the carpet with his huge, hard cock pointing at the ceiling.

Lustfully, I climbed on top of him, starting from his feet and moving up. I felt the heat from Joshua’s member pass across my face, then down my breasts, across my belly, until it approached my pussy. I kissed Joshua and kept rubbing my clit against the head of his cock, without thrusting it into me. It felt good.

That’s when I felt Theo coming up behind me. He kissed my back and pointed the head of his cock at my ass. Theo saw my defenseless ass and wanted to fuck me all at once. He wanted to shove all of his cock up my butt at once. Then, seeing how horny he was, I told him:

“No!”

He looked at me surprised.

“Don’t you want to?”

“Yes, but not yet”.

With one movement I slid the head of Joshua’s cock into my pussy and slowly pushed it in. That thick cock was filling me up. I moaned.

I rode that big black cock like a cowgirl. I was up and down, up and down. The cock was going in and out while I screamed of pleasure. Theo was looking at me, naked, being fucked by that huge man and his dick was so hard it was almost exploding. He started touching himself in front of me. I was being fucked by that big dick and seeing Theo`s cock right next to my mouth, preparing to cum into my face. But it was not time for him to cum yet.

“Come here!”, I said to Theo.

While I rode Joshua like a cowgirl, I slowly sucked Theo’s cock. He couldn’t hold back and pushed my head in. Joshua massaged my breasts and pounded away. I was so horny! I love the taste of Theo’s cock!

For a while, I had my mouth full of Theo’s cock while riding Joshua’s huge cock. Joshua’s cock was pulsating inside me and I couldn’t moan because Theo’s cock was in my throat.

Then I changed positions and decided to risk something I had in mind. It could go wrong, but I wanted to try.

I sat on Joshua’s cock on my back and lay on top of that handsome, muscular black man. He took the opportunity to kiss my neck. I went crazy! I opened my legs and looked at Theo.

“Suck my pussy…”

“Like this?”, he said questioning if he was supposed to lick my pussy while my pussy was being fucked by that big, black cock of Joshua.

I could see the doubt in his expression.

“It’s just to suck my pussy… don’t you like it? …”

“I do, but…”

I moaned with Joshua’s cock in me.

“If you suck me like this, I’ll let you fuck my ass later”

I knew he would do everything in this world just to fuck my ass once more. To be honest, I wanted to do this with Joshua’s cock in my asshole, but it was just too big…

Theo made an “ah, fuck, I’m here anyway” gesture and laid down between my legs. What an incredible thrill I felt! Joshua was thrusting hard into my pussy, my tits were bouncing up and down nonstop. That rod felt like it was going to break into my uterus, so deep it was going. Meanwhile, Theo was sucking and licking my clit, with his tongue right on the side of that huge cock. Just thinking about it gives me goose bumps!

My whole body was shaking with lust. My pussy was pulsating, my asshole was blinking, my heart felt like it was going to come out of my mouth. Just thinking about Theo’s tongue on my clitoris while Joshua’s cock was fucking me gave me goosebumps.

I don’t know if I could stand it much longer.

I got up and sat on Joshua again, in the traditional riding position. I knew that he was already holding back from cumming in me. I had to be careful now.

I reached into a small box that I had left on the table and grabbed a lubricating gel. I could see the gleam in Theo’s eyes when I did this. He was eager to fuck my asshole again!

“Here…”, İzmir travestileri I handed it to him. “I miss your cock up my ass…”

“How naughty!”, said Joshua.

“I miss fucking your ass, Carol!”, said Theo.

Then I lay down on Joshua and kissed him. Our tongues intertwined as I rolled slowly on his cock. Joshua knew that at this time we couldn’t make any sudden movements. It was time for Theo to join in as well.

First came the coolness of the gel on my little asshole, followed by caresses and little strokes with his middle finger. Then Theo stuck his index finger in as well. I accepted both fingers with ease. I was dying to do anal again. With Joshua I never managed to do anal. Maybe because his cock was too big, maybe because we never had the right chemistry between us. With Theo it was different. He knew all too well how to fuck my ass the way I like it.

Finally, Theo pointed the head of his cock at my little hole and lay down on top of me. Slowly he pushed that delicious dick into my ass. I moaned, moaned a lot.

“How naughty you are, Carol! What a little whore!”, said Theo in my ear.

“I am a little whore”, I replied sweetly. “Fuck the ass of your whore… fuck my ass… fuck my ass hard!”

Listening to that, he shoved it all into my ass! How horny I was!

Pressed between Joshua and Theo, I rolled around with one cock in my ass and the other in my pussy. The two cocks seemed as if they were going to meet inside me. Both pulsing, throbbing inside me.

Theo sped up. He started pumping in my ass. Almost all of his cock came out, and then he thrust hard again. Once, twice, three times, ten times, several strong strokes.

I screamed with lust.

Joshua also started thrusting harder.

Soon, I was being violently fucked by two dicks. My ass and pussy were both flashing with lust. I no longer had any control over my body. At that moment, I was just the whore of those two men. A pussy and an asshole for them to fuck as hard as they could. And that was all I wanted to be.

“Naughty little whore, I’m going to cum in your ass. I’m going to fill your ass with cum”, Theo spoke in my ear.

I shivered. I had only enough strength to hold on and spread my legs. An ass and a pussy for the two of them to fuck: that was all I was. All I could do was moan and scream with lust.

Joshua sped up even more. His cock was all over my pussy.

“Oh, Carol! I’m finally going to come inside you. There’s going to be so much cum, you’ve never seen so much cum in your life. Your little pussy can’t handle so much cum.”

Even Joshua’s talking dirty! He wasn’t like that! I loved it!

I tried to roll around my ass more, but it was difficult. All I could do was scream and moan. I was rubbing my tits against Joshua while Theo was pounding me hard from behind. The two cocks were pulsating inside me. All I could think of was that soon, soon I would be filled with cum from both my males.

Theo certainly noticed that the more I felt naughty, the hornier I got, and he decided to do something he hadn’t done to me yet. Without stopping thrusting into me from behind, he slapped my ass. What was that? I liked it. Very much so.

“Naughty girl! Little slut…”

“Yeah! Go! Fuck my ass. Slap that ass, go…”, I moaned.

“I’m going to fuck your ass all over… just like I’ve always done… because you have to be a very slutty girl to enjoy getting your ass fucked like this, dirty girl… you like it in the ass… You like your ass full of cum!”

“I do… I’m a whore who likes to be fucked in the ass… I like cum in my ass!”

And he slapped me again. It was very horny. I was almost coming out of my body so much was the pleasure I was having. With each thrust I received I had the feeling of a dream come true. Each time my pussy and ass were penetrated at the same time by those two cocks I cried and smiled with happiness.

Joshua and Theo sped up even more. The cocks were breaking into me. In and out of my ass and Travesti izmir pussy. I moaned, moaned a lot. For a moment I thought about how many times I had masturbated thinking about having sex with two guys. How many, many nights I’d shoved a dildo up my ass and masturbated seeing myself between two guys in my imagitnation… How many times I’d fallen asleep with my panties between my legs and my ass wet with lubricating gel… But nothing I’d imagined was as good as what I was really experiencing. The hard-on once again rose from my pussy and ass to my neck.

“I’m going to come. Fuck me, Theo, fuck me, Joshua. Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my pussy”, I begged between moans, crying out with lust.

Suddenly, my pussy and ass clenched and relaxed, tightly contracted and released. A shiver came out of my clit and ran through my whole body like an intense shockwave that went up through my boobs and belly to the back of my neck.

Then,I came.

I came hard. My body felt like it was made of jelly.

But, to my surprise, they didn’t stop fucking me. They both kept fucking me, even though I was limp, shaky.

I continued to come… another intense orgasm… I could feel Joshua’s muscular body all hard underneath me. His ripped abdomen, his firm arms. He was going to cum soon.

But, it was Theo that came first. He fucked my ass hard, more and more, until he screamed.

“I’m going to cum… I’m going to fill your ass with cum, my bitch! Naughty girl! I want to see your ass full of cum!”

And I just felt several jets of cum coming out of that cock inside me. One jet, two, three…

And only then did I feel all of Joshua’s muscles stiffen under me and his cock, which was filling my whole pussy, throb like never before.

“I’m going to come too”, Joshua groaned.

For the first time I was going to feel his cum inside my pussy. It was something new. I shivered.

It was like a volcano… Hot, gushing semen inside me. An abundance of cum. It seemed like it wouldn’t end. The cum was already dripping out of my pussy, but there was still more in that cock. I could feel the head of his cock throbbing in me and cumming.

Only then did I stop myself from cumming. My orgasm had lasted a long time. Or rather, it was several… Two, three in a row… Or just one long one, I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter… I had no control over my legs, my pussy or my ass. I was all sweaty, wet, and full of the cum of two males and of my own cum.

Slowly, I was pulling those two cocks out of me. I felt my ass and pussy being emptied of those thick, hot, honeyed cocks. They slid out, wet with the juice from my pussy and my ass and with cum. They almost made me cum again watching this scene.

I sat down on the floor. They both stood in front of me. They pointed their cocks at my face and, to my surprise, they jerked once more. More jets of cum squirted into my face.

It was only after that, that I realized that my dream had come true.

There was a mirror in front of me. I lay down in front of it and contemplated myself. My face was a mess. I was covered with cum, smeared makeup, sweaty, out of breath, but happy, fulfilled. I opened my legs and spent some time looking at that enormous amount of white cum coming out of my pussy and ass. It was what I had wanted for so many years. And it had all worked out. With two nice guys, guys who never judged me for it. People I trusted and who justified this trust as time went by… With so many others this dream could have turned into a nightmare… But, no… it worked! I had been very brave to give life to that dream and was lucky to be able to make it come true in the best possible way. I had the courage to recognize my desires, I knew how to accept what I wanted, even though so many people think it is immoral, the kind of thing of a bitch or a whore. I told everyone else to go to hell. It was my life. It is nobody’s business what I do with it. And I knew how to conduct everything. I knew how to find people who would allow me to make it happen. And I planned everything, and everything was perfect… In fact, until this moment, almost nobody knew about it except the three of us. Of course, I told one or two friends, like Julie, but that was it.

And if I could live this dream, was there one that I could not achieve?

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My name is Lilith and I’m a librarian. No, I’m not a librarian like Noah Wyle in the movies of almost two decades ago. I’m a plain, schoolmarm librarian who dresses conservatively and wears her hair in a bun with a pencil stuck in it. A disappearing breed.

I’m twenty-eight years old. Most people who meet me think I’m at least a dozen years older. A reasonable conclusion since I’m the supervising librarian of an extensive collection of artifacts, some over a thousand years old, in a four story, marble columned, Neoclassical building on the campus of a pretentious university with an endowment larger than the national debt.

Except for the two student interns, everyone on my staff is older than I am. Most people find that unusual, that as the youngest staff member, I’m the supervising librarian. It’s not that mysterious. When the former supervisor retired, none of the rest of the staff wanted the administrative responsibilities and I was not the quickest to offer my similar reluctance. I love working in the library but I also didn’t want the supervisor responsibility. The vacancy occurred while I was attending a national conference and my appointment was announced by the university before I could register my reluctance to serve. That I had received a doctorate in Library Science at the university was a significant factor in my selection. To maintain harmony, I accepted the position at the salary offered.

It hasn’t been all that bad. I’m less demanding than my predecessor and I have the respect of the rest of the staff in spite of my youth. There is one other difference between me and my coworkers, I’m a virgin.

While that seems unlikely, even impossible, in today’s world, there’s a reasonable explanation for my inexperience. My parents were paranoid about protecting me. I am their only child. My mother was sexually assaulted as a teen and vowed to protect me from a similar experience.

Throughout my youth, continuing into my teen years and through high school, she closely monitored my activities and my friends, none of whom were boys. With a limited social life, I turned to entertaining myself and the source was books. I read thirty to forty novels a year, mostly from the township library. I bonded with the library and the mostly women who ran it. It was a no brainer to pursue library science in college and the rest is history.

Some of you may think that the absence of sexual activity in my life would be a burden. It never felt like a burden. I didn’t read romance novels or sought pornography on the internet, so the absence of something I’d never experienced was never a concern, until recently. I should note that my reading interests are varied and wide, including biology. I’m not unaware of the activities surrounding sex even if I haven’t experienced them.

The library is a well attended facility on campus. That is somewhat surprising given that most students do most of their research on the internet. Google is easier to navigate than our archaic card catalogue. We have an extensive reading room and many students use the space to study away from the noise, interruptions and parties in the dorms. We also have several dozen, internet connected computers in a separate room where students can Google anything without leaving tracks leading back to their personal computers.

With my non-existent social life, I spend most days in the library. My routine is to sleep late and work the late mornings, afternoons and evenings. One afternoon about four months ago, I think it was a Tuesday, I became curious about two stacks of books next to each other on one of the tables in the reading room. It appeared that two students were planning to study together. They claimed places at one of the tables in the reading room and left their materials on the table. But where were the students?

Curious, I wandered the building looking for the students. On the second balcony, near the dusty legal reference books, I heard what sounded like suppressed voices and quiet laughter deep in the stacks. Being careful not to make any sounds of my own, I crept up to the head of the aisle and peeked around the corner.

What I saw shocked me. It took enormous effort not to react and interrupt the couple deep between the stacks. They were young. Obviously undergraduate students. They were embracing, kissing each other passionately. The female’s shirt was unbuttoned and pulled from her skirt. Her bra was pushed up over her breasts and her male companion was aggressively palming her naked left breast in his right hand.

The female’s right hand pushed just as aggressively against the crotch of the male’s trousers. While I watched, my hand over my mouth to suppress any sound, the female unzipped the male’s fly, fished around inside his trousers with her right hand and extracted his erect penis. Once exposed, the female held his erection in her hand and knelt in front of him, hungrily sucking his penis into her mouth.

The male leaned forward and held the female’s breasts in his hands. He closed his eyes Cihangir travesti and pushed his hips toward her head as she bobbed on his erection. As I watched, his body stiffened and he began to ejaculate into the female’s mouth. I could see the excess semen escaping from her mouth as it surrounded his erection. When he stopped convulsing, the female let his penis drop from her mouth, leaned back, looked into his eyes and swallowed. She was still kneeling in front of him, looking at him with a huge satisfied smile on her face when I decided to retreat silently and return to the first floor.

I hung around the reading room, trying to look busy when the young couple returned to their books on the table and tried to study. I left the room quietly. The students were giving each other adoring looks and I suspected studying was going to be difficult.

What I had observed bothered me the rest of the day and deep into the night. I had more questions than answers. I might have been a virgin but I wasn’t uneducated in the mechanics of sex. Why were they having sex in the library? There had to be dozens of other locations on campus for such clandestine activity. I guessed that their respective dorms were too public if they wanted to keep their relationship covert but why the library? Why was the woman using her mouth on the man’s penis? It seemed to offer him some satisfaction for him but what was in it for her? And she swallowed his semen. What was that all about?

These questions repeated themselves in my mind but the most mysterious question of all bothered me the most. Why were my panties wet from watching them? And, why was I feeling satisfaction watching them? I should have felt shame watching such a personal and private interaction and I didn’t. Instead I felt unusually calm and at ease.

Without conscious thought, I began to look for their books on the reading room table frequently. Was I hoping for a repeat that I could watch again? I refused to answer the question.

The next several days were normal and uninteresting. It was Tuesday of the next week before I spotted the telltale stacks of books on the reading room table. I didn’t need to look for the students. I immediately headed for the legal reference section on the second balcony.

I took off my shoes as I approached the same aisle as the previous week and peeked around the corner. They were there, in the same location as before. This time the female’s breasts were exposed as before but her skirt was pushed up around her waist. She was standing on one leg with her panties down around one ankle. Her other leg was on her partner’s hip, his pants were down around his knees and his genitals were pressed firmly against her genitals. His hips were moving rhythmically against her. It was obvious that he was fucking her.

That was a word I’d heard but never used. In that moment I couldn’t think of another way to describe what I was seeing. He was fucking her! Right there in the library! And, she was obviously enjoying it. She was kissing him with abandon and encouraging him.

I watched as her body stiffened, shook and then relaxed, followed by a similar convulsion by her partner. I watched as they slowly separated. She put her other foot on the floor and let her skirt fall back in place. She bent over, organized her panties and pulled them up under her skirt. Then she reached out, took his penis in one hand and removed a sheath from it. She let it dangle, a large deposit causing it to hang between her fingers. She wrapped the item in several tissues and put it in a large purse on the floor beside her.

Meanwhile, her partner was pulling up his underwear and pants. She resettled her breasts in her bra, buttoned her shirt and tucked it into her skirt. She pulled him close and kissed him. I backed away, grabbed my shoes and fled back to the first floor.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in my office. I was confused by what I had seen. Two students were using a remote section of the library to have sex. That in itself wasn’t the most serious problem. What bothered me more was my reaction to watching them. My panties got damp the first time I saw them. This afternoon, they were soaked. More than that was my reaction to watching them. At virtually the same moment that the woman had what seemed to be an orgasm, my body shook violently and my panties suddenly collected a quantity of hot excretion.

I had experienced what I thought was an orgasm while occasionally touching myself between my legs but this was different. This time it didn’t involve just my genitals. This time it consumed my entire body. Was that what a real orgasm was? Did I have a real orgasm? Was it possible to have an orgasm just watching other people having sex?

It bothered me but not so much that I wouldn’t look for them next Tuesday. I wanted, no, I needed to watch them again. I wanted to watch them have sex again and I wanted to feel again what I felt when I watched them. There were only two potential problems with that. First, Cihangir travestileri I was assuming the couple was having a regular Tuesday meeting among the law books. Two Tuesdays in a row guaranteed a third Tuesday, didn’t it?

Second, was the uncomfortable mess I had in my panties. The longer I sat at my desk, the colder and messier it got. Maybe I shouldn’t wear panties next Tuesday. Nobody would know. However, I risked the mess running down my thighs and potentially dripping on the floor. Someone would surely notice. I had to think about it.

I went to work early the next Tuesday. I wandered aimlessly most of the morning, somehow managing to check the reading room every ten minutes or so. I was at the service desk when I noticed a young man and woman, carrying books, enter the library. I recognized them immediately. I managed to contain my reaction.

I gave them a few minutes in the reading room before I checked. Their books were on a table but they were nowhere to be seen. I hurried to the stairs and climbed expectantly to the second balcony. I left my shoes at the top of the stairs and moved silently to my observation point. Carefully, I peeked around the corner.

The woman was bent over with her hands on her knees and her skirt over her back. Her panties were on the floor next to her. The guy was standing behind her, his pants around his ankles. They were moving together as he repeatedly pushed inside her. There was only one difference. Her eyes were open and she was facing me.

Her eyes opened wide when she saw me.

I froze. When I didn’t react, she also managed to control her reaction. She put a finger to her lips, indicating that I should keep quiet, and smiled. She nodded her head. Apparently she was okay with me watching.

I looked up at the guy. His head was back and his eyes closed as he focused his energy on fucking the woman. He wouldn’t notice me any time soon so I watched. The woman watched me watching her. When her body quivered with her orgasm my body did the same. My panties filled with hot fluid again.

She noticed and almost laughed. She beckoned me to approach her. Her partner was so involved in chasing his own orgasm that he never noticed me. When I stopped in front of her, she indicated I should come even closer. I moved closer until I was almost touching her. She reached up, under my skirt and dipped her fingers under my panties and into the hot volume of fluid. When she removed her fingers and put them into her mouth, my body quivered again and I moaned.

Her partner’s eyes shot open with the sound of an unfamiliar voice. He yelled, “Oh, fuck,” when he saw me, backed out of her and tried to pull up his pants.

The woman stood up, turned around and exclaimed, “Jake. Jake. It’s all right. She’s all right. Calm down.”

“But, but, but,” was all Jake managed to utter.

“It’s okay,” repeated the woman. “She’s not going to tell on us.”

She turned to me. “You’re not, are you?” she asked.

I was stunned by the situation. Hypnotized? Was it possible to be hypnotized watching someone else have sex? I was now part of something bigger than me. Bigger than the three of us. I was part of the conspiracy to have sex in the library. “No,” I managed to say. “I won’t tell.”

“I’m Rene and this is Jake,” she introduced themselves. “Do you have a name?”

“Lilith,” I squeaked out.

“Hi Lilith,” she said. “Welcome.”

She turned to Jake. “There’s nothing to worry about,” she told him. Push those pants back down and show Lilith your junk,” she insisted.

Jake seemed as bewildered as I was but compliant. “Okay,” he mumbled and he pushed his pants down to his knees. His glistening erection pointed straight out in front of him.

“Pretty nice, right?” Rene said to me. “He’s not at full erection but it’s still pretty impressive.”

I nodded my agreement.

Rene removed the condom from Jake’s erection. “You can touch it if you want,” Rene informed me.

“When I didn’t move, she insisted, “Go ahead. Touch it. Feel it in your hand.”

When I still didn’t react, she asked, “You never done this before, have you?”

I nodded almost imperceptibly. “I’m a virgin,” I whispered so only she could hear.

“Got it,” Rene responded. “Take your time.”

Almost in a daze, I reached out and held Jake’s penis. I stroked it a few times. It grew larger almost immediately.

“He likes that,” stated Rene. “He knows how to use it too,” she added. “Don’t you Jake?”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Jake said.

“He’s modest too,” said Rene.

She turned to me. “I’m sure he’d like to demonstrate his skills to you,” she said. “Would you like that?”

I was paralyzed with fear and longing and the longing was winning. I was holding a live erection in my hand. My body was quivering with excitement. My panties were wetter than ever. I don’t remember saying “yes” but Rene was saying “good.”

She reached under my dress. “Let me help you get these panties off,” she said.

I Travesti cihangir didn’t resist as Rene removed my panties. I lifted each leg to help her and my panties landed with a splat next to hers on the floor. I was a quivering mess. Was I going to let this man whose name I had known for less than two minutes fuck me? “YES,” screamed my brain silently.

“Turn around and bend over,” suggested Rene, “and I’ll help Jake.”

I did as she instructed. I felt Rene lift my skirt over my hips and then I felt Rene sliding Jake’s erection up and down between my labia. I almost fainted when she placed the head of his erection at the opening of my vagina and he pushed inside me.

Rene steadied me. “Go slow, Jake,” she said. “Let Lilith get used to you.”

My body transitioned from quivering to shaking and I pushed back against Jake. “I think she’s okay now,” said Rene.

Jake put his hands on my hips and began to slide in and out of me. My world came to an end. The universe exploded around me. Super novae exploded in front of my eyes, my vagina contracted and hot liquid squeezed out alongside Jake’s erection. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. Rene put her hand over my mouth before I could scream. Seconds later, Jake stiffened and expelled his own hot liquid deep inside me. The heat of his semen spread through my body and I broke into a sweat as Jake slid out of me. Rene helped me sit on the floor where I shook until the flood of endorphins and adrenaline wore off.

“Are you okay?” asked Rene.

“I’ll be fine,” I managed to whisper.

When I could stand, Rene handed me some tissues. “You might need these,” she said.

I cleaned myself up as best I could and gave the sticky tissues back to Rene. She added them, along with those from Jake and herself, to a plastic bag in her purse. She picked up both pair of panties and handed mine to me. She put on her panties while Jake pulled up his pants and arranged himself.

I held my soaked and cold panties in my hand. I hated putting on a wet bathing suit and there was no way I was going to put this pair of panties back on my body. Rene noticed my reluctance. “I’ll take them,” she said as she reached for my panties. I gave them to her and they disappeared into another plastic bag in her purse.

Both Rene and Jake hugged me. “Same time next week?” Rene asked.

I nodded. “Same time next week,” I echoed, “but not here.”

“You have a suggestion?” asked Rene.

“My place,” I said.

“Nearby?” she asked.

“Just off campus,” I told her. “A short walk.”

“Sounds perfect,” she said. “Wait here for a few minutes,” she suggested and then they left.

Ten minutes later, after practicing my walking in the aisle, I collected my shoes and headed back down stairs. I settled in my office. I stuffed a handful of tissues from a box in my desk between my legs and sat at my desk.

One of the interns knocked and came into my office to ask a question about a project she was working on. When we settled her concerns about her project, she looked at me. “Are you alright?” she asked.

“I felt a little dizzy when I was upstairs,” I explained, “but I’m okay now.”

“I think you should go home and rest,” she suggested.

“You know, I think that’s a good idea,” I answered. “Thanks for the suggestion.”

I left everything on my desk and headed for home

All the way home, I couldn’t get my mind off what happened. My thinking cleared as I reached home. My immediate concern was pregnancy. I knew that if you mixed sperm with ova at the wrong time of the month, pregnancy was not just possible, it was probable. I checked my calendar. Relief flooded over me as I discovered that my “friend” was due in the next couple of days. Pregnancy was off the table.

My mind wandered for a moment with my use of the word “friend.” Given the circumstances, the use of the word “friend” seemed inappropriate and immature. My period certainly wasn’t my friend, especially if I was going to pursue additional encounters with Rene and Jake. I did some research, yes I used Google as much as anyone else, and some math and concluded that I would be safe the next Tuesday as well. After that, I needed to be careful.

The rest of the afternoon and throughout the evening, I replayed the events of the day several times. Every time, I experienced various forms of my overpowering physical reaction. I was exhausted as I fell asleep in my bed. I dreamed about sex during the night. Not always with Jake. I woke early in the morning wondering how sex with someone else might feel.

As I prepared to go to work, I realized that I had set a date with Rene and Jake for the next Tuesday at my home but we hadn’t exchanged contact information or my address. Unable to communicate with either of them, I wondered how we were going to manage to meet.

When I arrived at the library, an intern staffing the front desk handed me an envelope with just my name on it in flourishing script in violet ink. “A student was waiting for the library to open this morning,” she told me. “She left this for you.”

In my office, I opened the envelope and removed a single sheet of paper. I unfolded the paper. There was a series of ten numbers, a short message, “Text me,” and signed with an “R” all in violet ink. Obviously Rene’s cell phone number.

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Babes

A fire flickered ahead, and their hearts lightened.

Bill and Kerri had gone camping to connect with each other, but neither of them had camped since they were children. They went hiking and got lost in the windy, branching trails until darkness came. Rumors of bears played on their imaginations every time they saw a dark shape, and in the feeble light of a waning crescent moon and a few stars, blocked by tall oaks, most shapes were dark. Civilization was a long way away. They each had their phones to serve as flashlights, but the batteries of both were nearly drained.

The light that danced ahead had to be a campfire. A campfire meant a campground; a campground meant a well-marked trail back to their own site.

They walked forward, and the fire loomed larger. For a moment they thought it might be a forest fire, and knew fear again, but it didn’t seem to be spreading. And besides, they heard voices. They plunged forward, along a game trail they’d mistaken in the dark for something man-made, until they came to a clearing filled with people, a throng of a hundred or so.

“Uh,” Kerri said.

Half the people, men and women, were entirely naked. Everyone was at least half-naked. They moved around a huge bonfire, bare breasts shining in the light, cocks both erect and soft bouncing as men moved about. Some of the people stood near the edge, talking animatedly; others danced with wild abandon in circles around the fire.

Kerri’s husband was transfixed by the sight of all the naked flesh.

“I’m not sure…” Kerri said, but even she knew the alternative of wandering about the forest lost wasn’t a real option.

“Hmm. Yeah,” said Bill.

“These people all came from somewhere,” Kerri said. “Some big path, probably. We can find it and keep going.”

Bill nodded and started around the edge of the clearing. But his eyes did not seek out the edge, where a path might be found, but strayed to the inside, where flame-light danced across breast and thigh. Kerri followed. She had not been very sexually experienced when she had married Bill, and she, too, was fascinated by the moving bodies. One man’s cock, even semi-hard, was larger than her husband’s. Another was rock hard, stroked casually by the naked woman who chatted with the man it belonged to. Another was shrunk almost to the point that it vanished between large testicles.

They nearly bumped into the crudely carved wooden table in front of them. Simple round earthenware bowls, or perhaps they were cups, lay on it, miniatures of a giant punch bowl with a ladle. A bronzed, broad-chested man wearing only a sarong around his waist handed them each a cup. Without thinking they both accepted. The water ran out hours ago, and they were thirsty.

“I’m Dane,” the man shouted as he ladled the red drink into the cups. “Enjoy the Primal Brew!”

“Bill,” Bill said. “Nice to meet you.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Kerri whispered.

A woman came and insinuated herself between them. She put an arm on Kerri’s shoulder, and another on Bill’s, and so tight was the space that one bare breast rubbed against Kerri’s chest, and the other against Bill’s arm. Kerri looked at Bill, who didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was taking a good look.

“Give me some Primal Brew, Dane. I love how it makes me feel,” said the woman.

Well, thought Kerri, at least she’ll need one of her hands back for that. “And how,” Kerri asked, “does it make you feel?”

“Free,” said the woman. “I’m Luxuria, but you can call me Lux. First time? You still have all your clothes on.” She moved forward, spinning as she went, and rubbed her hand on Bill’s chest. Then she plucked at the top button of Kerri’s blouse, without undoing it. “Loosen up! And drink!”

Dane, in front of them, scooped up liquid from the punch bowl, but did not pour it into one of the cups. Lux spun again, and went to her knees. She opened her mouth and tilted her head upward, and for a moment Kerri thought she was going to give Dane a blowjob. But then Dane tilted the ladle over her mouth and poured the liquid down her throat as she swallowed. Then she got to her feet and danced away.

“Wow that was hot,” Bill said, sipping from the cup he’d been given. “Stuff doesn’t taste that good, but I’m thirsty. I’ll drink anything.”

“Bill! It’s probably drugged!” Kerri hissed. “That’s why everyone has their clothes off. They’re all stoned.”

Her whisper must have carried further than she expected, because Dane laughed. “Maybe we have our clothes off because we want to.”

“Do you swear there’s nothing in the punch?” Kerri asked.

Dane just smiled. “If I did, would you believe me? Some people swear there’s some drug in it that removes their inhibitions. Others are sure it’s just colored watered-down gin. Believe what you wish – oh, she’s about to speak.”

A hush settled over the crowd. Forty feet away, at the edge of the circle, a woman with long blonde hair, dressed in a diaphanous white robe, was lifted onto a wooden pedestal. In the flickering light it was impossible Avrupa yakası travesti to make out what sort of carvings adorned the platform, but there was a suggestion of curves lasciviously entwined.

“By day we walk the streets, surrounded by concrete and steel,” the blonde said. Her nipples jutted against the white fabric, and there was no doubt she was braless. “We wear the personas society requires of us; restrained, civilized, calculating, analytical, competitive.”

“Hear, hear!” shouted someone, and there were many murmurs of assent from the crowd. All dance and talk and stopped to listen to this woman.

“We come here to cast that all aside!” The woman said. “To be in nature. To be our natural, real, inner, true selves. Passionate, loving, uninhibited, barbaric, unrestrained. Free! But some of us,” and it seemed to Kerri that the woman looked right at her, “need a little help. So by Freyja, by Aphrodite, by Freyr, and by Dionysus, I cast this spell, that we all might be unrestrained in our passions! Stripped of our personas, we will be our true, primal, sexual selves!” The woman pulled at her robe, and it came off easily, falling to pool around her feet. Her breasts were high and full, her limbs sleek, and her body evenly tanned as if it had never been clothed in the sun.

Kerri wanted to be free. But more than she wanted to be free, she wanted to be enchanted. Around her, men and women kissed and groped and stroked each other, sometimes for merely a moment until they switched partners like at a square dance. The spell’s effect seemed real to the others, and she wished to fall under its power. But it couldn’t be real.

The priestess, for that seemed the word for her, walked toward them, her hips swaying as she walked. The revelers reached to touch her breasts and belly as she strode through them. She picked up a ladle, dipped it into the punch, and held it with all the imperious grace of a queen with a scepter.

“You are lost?” she asked.

“Yes,” Kerri said. “We just -“

“Yes,” Bill said at the same time. “Our campsite -“

“But you didn’t ask for directions when you got here. You stared with fascination. And lust, did you not? Drink, then, and join us.” She lifted the ladle above her head, and dribbled red liquid. Some of it ran down her chin and her neck, but most of it she swallowed.

“Not,” she said with a laugh, “the way I intended to get messy.”

It took Kerri a moment to get her meaning. She glanced at Bill, and he was staring at the naked woman, speechless. It amused her to see him at a loss for words, and she thought there would be no harm in playing along. “And how did you intend to get messy?” she asked. Without thinking, she took a long deep drink of the punch to quench her thirst.

The priestess smiled. “Ah, the elixir, and the enchantment. You feel them both, don’t you? You can feel your desire. I saw you looking around at the cocks of our men.”

Kerri wasn’t sure if she felt anything or not, but she didn’t deny she’d been looking earlier. “You didn’t answer my question,” she said.

The priestess turned to Bill, and said, “I dreamt that my lips, my face, my neck, and my breasts would be painted with the cum of some tall, handsome stranger, while his companion enjoyed himself with others.” She winked at Kerri. “And now that you have both drunk of the Primal Brew, and heard the spell from the gods and goddesses of old, I know that we shall have our desires.”

“That’s my husband,” Kerri said. Bill’s eyes were wide with lust. Had he fallen under the spell? Was there something in the punch? If so, it no doubt affected her as well.

“I suspected as much,” The priestess said, smiling at Kerri. “Mind if I suck his cock?”

Of course I mind. But she didn’t say it, because she wasn’t sure she did, and also because she was distracted. The man she’d been ogling earlier, whose semi-hard cock had seemed so large, had walked up to her, and almost touched her elbow. And then he winked. She looked down. It still wasn’t all the way hard, but it seemed even bigger now, perhaps only because it was up close.

So instead, she said, “He’s my husband, but I don’t own him. Ask him.” Kerri looked at her husband, thinking, Whatever happens now, it’s not my fault.

The priestess turned to Bill. “You’ve had a lot of that Primal Brew, haven’t you? And you’re hard, I can see that. I bet you’re aching.”

“Yes,” Bill croaked.

“And you keep sneaking peeks down my body. You’re having trouble meeting my eyes. The very eyes that are going to be looking up at you while my lips are wrapped around your cock. May I?”

Bill looked at Kerri.

“If you do,” Kerri said, “I’m a free agent.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“You didn’t actually ask a question.” The strange thing, Kerri thought, is that I want him to say yes to her. Maybe it’s the brew, maybe it’s the spell. Maybe it’s the fact that there’s a man right next to me who looks like he wants me. She turned to the man and asked. “Would you Avrupa yakası travestileri like to, um?”

“Play with you?” he asked, helpfully.

“Yes.” It sounded so innocent.

“Yes,” he said back.

“Yes,” Bill said to the priestess.

She looked back at Bill. Had what she said sounded like a proposition, or even a promise? She had only been collecting data on a contingency. The priestess had her fingers on Bill’s zipper. She yanked it down and pushed his pants and underwear down, too, going to her knees as she did. As Kerri watched, she took Bill’s cock into her mouth, just like that.

No turning back, now. The priestess hadn’t given Bill a chance to reconsider. Kerri turned away and looked at the man with the giant cock. It was definitely harder, and bigger, now. He reached out his hand. Kerri took it. He led her away, thirty feet or so, where a green blanket lay on the grass.

“He’s in good hands, don’t worry about him,” the man said.

“He’s in a good mouth, you mean,” Kerri replied, feeling as if looking back at her husband might turn her to salt – or at least give her cold feet.

He chuckled, and unbuttoned another button of her blouse. “Sure, that too.”

“Personal experience?”

He smiled and nodded, unbuttoning more. Kerri was quite content to let him take the lead. Step by step, he undressed her. When he undid the laces on her hiking boots, she lifted her feet so he could get them off. When he pushed her jeans and panties down to her ankles, she wiggled free of them, fully complicit.

“May I touch?”

“Of course.”

She reached out and stroked his cock. It grew hard in her soft, delicate hands. She felt like a cliché wondering if she could take it all, but wonder she did. Certainly she couldn’t take it all in her mouth, but she wanted to see how far she could go. She knelt on the blanket, and sucked him in, wondering if the priestess’s mouth was still on her husband. For a moment, she felt competitive about it. The priestess had probably had more practice.

I can catch up, starting now. But another thought pushed that one out and forced her to take her mouth off to talk. “My goodness, I don’t even know your name!”

“I can tell you, but is it sexier if I don’t?”

She didn’t know. She didn’t want to decide, either. “I’m Kerri,” she said, and stuffed him in her mouth again. And I’m blowing a guy whose name I don’t even know. I’m as big a slut as the priestess.

“Oh, Kerri,” he said. “You are so fucking sexy. And your mouth feels fantastic.”

She sucked on him furiously, almost gagging, trying to get as much as she could. It wasn’t even half. She held the rest in two hands. The diamond of her engagement ring blazed, refracting the light of the fire.

But he touched her shoulder before she could make him cum. “Baby, I want to give you pleasure, too.”

She didn’t resist as he guided her to lay down and bent between her legs. He licked her, at first as if a man starving, and then as if savoring a delicacy. Whenever he was rough for too long, he took to teasing, and just as she moaned in frustration, he sped up.

Across the clearning, her husband slid down to the ground with the priestess, where they were blocked from her view by the cauldron of enchanting brew. Was he going to fuck her?

Am I going to be fucked?

“Mind if we share your blanket?” It was Lux, naked, her hand softly stroking Dane’s erect cock.

“Not at all,” said the man whose head was between her legs, but Lux’s eyes sought out Kerri’s.

Kerri shrugged.

Dane lay down on the blanket, and grabbed a foil packet from a nearby pile. He expertly rolled the condom over his erection. Lux, straddling him, guided his cock into her pussy. Kerri had never watched anyone else fuck before, except on screen. In person, it seemed so natural. Was that the brew talking? But she heard herself say, “Fuck me, please.”

The man licking her pussy grabbed a condom – extra large – and sheathed his cock in it. Then he positioned himself, the tip just tickling her sex.

Lux said something to her, and she didn’t quite catch it. “What?”

The head of the huge cock tickled her pussy. He held his member in his fist and rubbed the tip across her clit, and she screamed as ripples of pleasure washed over her. Then, while her call still reverberated through the night – had Bill heard her cum, and recognized the voice as hers? – she felt the cock push into her.

“Gareth is an experience,” Lux repeated. “You’ll remember your first time with him.”

“She didn’t want to know my name,” Gareth said.

“Names, no names, it doesn’t matter,” said Kerri hurriedly.

“Good,” said Gareth, pausing.

“Just fuck me already,” she yelled. She knew that her voice carried, even over the moans and sighs and screams around her.

He filled her. She felt him against her cervix, and he wasn’t even all the way in. It was both sexy and profoundly uncomfortable. She was happy when he half withdrew, and slid in again Travesti avrupa yakası gently, but she wondered if it was satisfying to him to not be able to bottom out in her. Part of her wanted to tell him to just fuck her hard, and the rest of her was too scared.

“Yes!” She heard voice of the priestess across the way. “Cover me! Coat me with your cum!” Had that been in response to her own yell?

“Let me know if you want to switch,” Lux said to her softly, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.

She turned, and her lips brushed against Lux’s accidentally. Lux’s eyes widened. Kerri grabbed her, and kissed her with intention this time, her tongue probing. Lux eagerly offered her own tongue to dance with Kerri’s. Kerri’s hands sought Lux’s heavy breasts. Switching would be naughty, decadent, sinful.

“Fuck yes, let’s do it.” She really ought to ask the men first, but she didn’t want to pause. They could say something if they objected. Instead Gareth pulled out to grab a new condom to replace the one that had been in her, and Dane did the same as Lux dismounted. Kerri rolled over, kneeling, watching impatiently as the ritual was performed, and then straddled Dane so she could lower herself onto him.

“You’re beautiful,” Dane told her. “Glad you dropped by.”

“I’ve never been so glad to be lost before,” she said, moving up and down Dane’s shaft. There was something sexy about big, but something very nice about “just right.” Dane, she decided, had a cock about the size of her husband’s.

A man walked by, his half-hard cock bobbing, looking slick with spit or cum. Kerri gestured to him, and he detoured. She reached for his cock, pulled him in, and looked up at him. He nodded, and she took him into her mouth, still riding Dane’s cock.

“So beautiful,” Dane said.

The stranger’s cock tasted like pussy. He’d been fucking someone, then, and now needed to recover. Kerri sucked him back to full hardness again, pausing once when the decadence of what she was doing pushed her over the edge. She came, hard.

The stranger pulled away, fully hard. “Thank you,” he said, “And I think Clara is going to thank you, too.” He headed towards a redhead who stood naked and triumphant between two obviously spent men. Kerri watched them join hands and bodies, and then turned her attention back to the man she was vigorously fucking.

“Keep that up, and I’ll cum,” Dane said.

“Good. You’ll be the first person besides my husband I’ve gotten off since we got married.”

“Can’t have an orgy if all the guys – no – oh my fucking god I’m close.”

Kerri had an idea, and quickly dismounted. Bill came all over another woman’s face, did he? She’d show him.

“Uh, thanks?” Dane asked, obviously not sure whether he was thankful or not, and not realizing her intention.

“Stand up,” Kerri told him.

“I can barely move,” Dane protested, belying his claim by getting to his feet. “Really, you got me right at the edge. I’m going to have to take some time off before I -“

“No you don’t.” She knelt in front of his engorged member and seized it in her small fist. “You’re going to come all over me.” She stroked him, and when she realized that he wasn’t lubricated enough, she took him in her mouth, drooled over him, and then went back to pumping him with her hand.

“Oh my goddess, yes I am,” Dane said, making eye contact. The cock in her hand erupted, hitting her cheek and her nose. Spurt after spurt struck her, some landing in her mouth. It slid down her chin and distended thickly toward her breasts, just viscous enough to hover in the air as if attached by a string to her painted face.

“Let me get that,” Lux said. Before she knew it, Gareth had pulled out of Lux, leaving the woman free to lap at Kerri’s face.

Kerri pulled back. “I was going to show my husband.”

Lux pouted. But then she grinned. “In that case, I think Gareth is ready to go, too.”

Gareth nodded and stood. Lux pulled off the condom, pointed the oversized cock at Kerri’s face, and masturbated him.

Kerri caught sight of Bill out of the corner of her eye. He was naked, watching her, although a curvy blonde had sidled up to him and had her hand on his shoulder.

She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue just in time to catch the first stream of spunk from Gareth. She closed her eyes fast enough to stop the next one from blinding her. The next one landed on her collarbone, and then more coated her tits.

She wasn’t sure it was safe to open her eyes. It felt like there was cum on her eyelids just waiting to drip down. But even with them closed she had a good idea of what a total slut she looked like.

She opened them again at last. The blonde’s hand was on Bill’s cock now, and Bill was hard. Again, she supposed. He’d been turned on rather than horrified by her display. The blonde led him away.

“Mind if I join?” asked another man, tall, handsome. Italian, Kerri thought. “I’m Matt, or Matteo.”

“Kerri. And not at all,” Kerri said, before the others could answer.

“Shall we double team him until he has reinforcements?” asked Lux.

“Sure,” said Kerri.

“You want his cock or his face?” Lux asked.

“If I might speak for myself,” said Matteo, lying down on the blanket, with Gareth and Dane making space, “I’d be delighted if the pretty new girl let me lick her pussy.”

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Ass

I had worn the wrong outfit to the airport. Liz, my best friend of ten years, had been smart to bring a cardigan. I shivered beside her, rubbing my palms against my bare arms.

Liz looked me up and down. “Did you at least pack a pair of sweatpants or something?” She refreshed the weather forecast on her phone. “It’s going to drop below fifty on Friday night.”

It’s July, I thought. Does it really get that cold in Colorado in July?

Liz was, as it was becoming evident, way more prepared for the trip than I was–she had been vacationing in Breckenridge with her family for her entire life. I had never been there before, but Liz’s mother was getting married, and when Liz offered to pay for my plane ticket, it seemed like a good opportunity to use up some vacation days. Liz’s family was loaded–multiple vacation homes kind of loaded–and I was looking forward to a week of expensive wine and nice linens.

But now, standing here with Liz, I was beginning to fear I didn’t know what I gotten myself into. How was I supposed to know to bring sweatpants to a summer wedding? I lived in the south; I hadn’t thought of sweatpants since April.

“Shit, the boys’ flight got delayed–again.” Liz gathered her hair until a pile on top of her head and began frantically drafting a text to her mother. “Mom’s going to flip her shit.”

Liz’s mother Sarah was marrying Steve, a long-time boyfriend who had recently finalized his divorce from his ex-wife, the mother of his three boys. I had never met any of Steve’s boys, but had heard stories of them over the years through Liz, who had basically adopted them as her siblings.

Trey, the youngest, was in his junior year of college; Chase, the middle child, the wild one, was the one with whom Liz was the closest. Paul, the eldest, had been in and out of the military for years, and had recently taken a job with Steve’s venture capital firm.

It hadn’t occurred to me before now that I would know no one else at the wedding except for Liz and her mother: How was I going to fill the time at all the cocktail hours and reception dinners? Who was I going to talk to?

I picked at my nails absentmindedly, and tried to think about the wine. Just a five-hour plane ride, a two-hour car ride, and I would be in their family chalet, tucking myself into freshly laundered, 500-thread-count sheets…

The next morning, I opened my eyes to see Liz perched on the side of the bed, balancing a steaming mug of coffee in her hands.

She handed it off to me, smiling. “Peace offering.”

Liz was never this thoughtful in the morning. I sighed and accepted the coffee. “You have to work, don’t you?”

Liz worked for a Silicon Valley startup that paid very little but demanded most of her time.

“Please don’t hate me,” she said.

I sat up in bed and looked at the alarm clock next to the bed: 10 a.m.

“How could I possibly hate you after nine hours of sleep?” I said.

She smiled. “You’re the best. Just a couple of calls, and I’ll be done before you know it. Promise” She got up to leave, checking her phone for messages. “There’s breakfast in the kitchen. Oh, and the boys got in late last night.”

Steve insisted that I eat my breakfast with him while he watched CNN and took intermittent work calls, so for most of the morning I was held hostage on the couch in my pajamas, waiting for the opportunity to dip back into my bedroom and hide.

Paul had been up for hours, working diligently on the second floor. He’d come down once earlier to consult with Steve on some work issue, and he’d hardly looked at me. I was floored by how attractive Paul was. His time in the military was apparent: close-cropped hair cut into a fade, dark tribal tattoos on his forearms, wide chest, big biceps. He was quiet and serious, maybe a little bit frightening, and totally absorbed by his work. He had glanced over at me as he turned to go back upstairs and paused briefly, taking in the whole of me. I was still in my ratty, thin pajamas, with my hair pulled back into a ponytail, and his pointed gaze made me deeply self-conscious. I felt an overwhelming urge to run away, apologize, or both.

Chase had ambled into the kitchen only a half hour later, opening cabinets and banging around pans.

“Dad, where’s the bread?” he yelled from the other room.

“On the counter,” Steve yelled back, referring to the gluten-free, sugar-free loaf on the counter that I hadn’t even tried.

Chase peeked his head into the living room and replied, “No, the real bread.”

It was then that he noticed me sitting next to Steve.

“Oh, hey. You must be Kate.”

I blushed, despite myself. What had Liz told him about me?

I stood up. “Hey. Nice to meet you…”

“Chase,” he said. “I’m Chase.” Covering his eyes were black-rimmed sunglasses, which to me seemed both ridiculous and charming.

He was shirtless, his body slightly soft but with a mass of muscle beneath, like he had formerly been an athlete, perhaps in high school, and was wearing basketball shorts that Kurtköy travestileri sat beneath his hips, a small swath of dark pubic hair visible above them. On his feet were a pair of snakeskin cowboy boots.

He must have noticed me sizing him up or seen the smile sneaking its way onto my face, because then he laughed awkwardly and said, “Late night.”

He took off his sunglasses and extended a hand. “Nice to finally meet you, Kate. And sorry for all the noise last night. After we finally caught a flight we felt like celebrating.”

His face was boyish and handsome, with light freckles across his nose and full lips shaped like a heart. The resemblance to Paul–and his father–was striking, though he was a good deal shorter. The deep purple bags under his eyes made him look mischievous but vulnerable, and I was instantly endeared to him.

“I slept right through it. I’m a deep sleeper.”

He still gripped my hand in his, looking me up and down. I couldn’t help but feel he was assessing me, like one might assess a prized cow. I wonder if Liz had told them what I looked like, what discrepancies or omissions Chase was noticing now. “Noted. Well, I’m sure I’ll see you tonight at the rehearsal?”

I nodded, trying to look noncommittal, but inside I was ecstatic: I knew one more person at the rehearsal dinner. Already I felt like throwing my arms around him in gratitude.

“Absolutely.”

I sat back down next to Steve, who briefly looked up at Chase, only to say, “Chase, put a shirt on. We have guests,” before turning back to the television.

I didn’t see Trey until well past three. Liz, despite her better efforts, was still stuck on Zoom meetings with no end in sight, and I had done all I could do to kill time waiting.

I had just eaten half of an expensive granola bar, chucking the rest, when Trey wandered into the kitchen. Liz had told me that he still lived at home with Steve and Sarah, because of some vague, unspecified illness that made him sleep a lot. He looked weak: he was tall, as tall as Paul and his father, but far leaner: sinewy and bony, his skin pale, ashy blonde hair falling in his eyes. He looked younger than 21 to me, more boyish than either of his brothers–the baggy sweatpants and Minnesota Vikings tee didn’t help–but he still he had the same handsome, angular features that seemed to be common in his family: the full lips, the strong jaw, deep-set eyes under a rigid brow.

I had also been warned that he was deeply shy, more so than the usual shyness of boys his age. He silently made himself a peanut butter sandwich, only acknowledging my presence when he nearly bumped into me. We found ourselves face to face, squeezed together between the kitchen island and countertop.

His face turned a deep red, and he mumbled “Sorry” before practically sprinting back downstairs. Well, I thought. One brother thinks he’s too good to talk to me, and one is terrified of me. But I guess one out of three isn’t so bad. I wondered what Chase was doing now, what he would be wearing to the rehearsal dinner, how I might ensure that our paths would cross without looking like I was engineering it.

Despite my fears, I had actually overdressed for the rehearsal dinner. Everyone there was dressed in the way that rich people who have nothing to prove often do: linen, plain jackets, neutral colors and deceptively understated jewelry. I had brought an ankle-length floral dress with a slit up the thigh. I might as well have shouted at the top of my lungs that I didn’t know what a broker really did or how best to go about training a horse.

The first part of the evening had gone better than I imagined: Liz and I had helped her mother decorate the house for the ceremony on Saturday and polished off a bottle of white wine. Liz and her mother weren’t fighting, and as the guests began trickling in, I felt good, in spite of the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Liz and her soon-to-be stepfather were conferring in a corner of the kitchen when Chase appeared next to me.

“Happy to see you brought something other than pajamas.”

I looked him up and down. He was wearing a navy-blue suit jacket with matching pants, brown leather loafers, and, inexplicably, the same pair of sunglasses.

“Do you have a secret-service thing going on or are you hiding something under there?” I said, lifting the glasses away from his face. He swatted my hand away.

Chase laughed. “Hey, easy with the shades.”

“Do me a favor and let me know about any bomb threats. I’d like to eat a few more cupcakes before any emergency evacuations.”

“Oh, you’re funny. My sister didn’t tell me you were funny.”

“Well, she didn’t tell me a lot about you boys, either,” I said.

I stared at Paul from across the room, who was surrounded by a group of Steve’s business associates. He looked up to meet my eye, and I looked away quickly, embarrassed and red. Trey was gripping a beer bottle with both hands, standing on the fringe of the crowd and looking lost.

“Don’t let Kurtköy travestileri Paul scare you,” Chase said. “He’s a massive softie. He’s just trying to be all hard now that he’s working the family business. He’s fresh meat.”

“I’m not scared of Paul,” I said, perhaps a little too quickly.

“And me?” Chase asked, cocking his head. “Are you scared of me?”

I thought for a moment. “Should I be?”

Chase put his hand on my waist–from the outside I suppose it looked only gentlemanly, but the warmth of his hand, the way his fingers dug into my back, sent ripples of electricity down to my feet. He leaned into me, whispering in my ear, “You should absolutely be scared of me.”

My eyes widened and I felt my heart racing in my ears; a moment passed between us before he laughed, pulling away from me. “You’re way too easy to fuck with. We’ll have to work on that. Do you want a drink? Let me get you a drink.”

I tried to drink the concoction Chase had made for me slowly–something strong, barely masked by a few different kinds of organic juice and some Perrier–but I still felt it go directly to my head. What I found myself wanting was a cigarette. I hadn’t had one in years, since college probably, but any time I drank I couldn’t help the old compulsion from coming back.

I opened the door to the front porch, thinking someone in this crowd was bound to have a secret smoking habit.

Paul was outside, leaning against the railing. In his hand he had a small silver vape, which he was pulling from slowly.

“Thank god,” I said, momentarily forgetting our tense encounter earlier hadn’t exactly been an introduction. He said nothing.

I stood beside him. “I’m Kate, Liz’s friend. Hi.” I didn’t know what else I should say.

“I know who you are.”

“Right.” How could I ask for a hit of the vape without seeming like I was intruding? I was still trying to think of something witty when he wordlessly put the vape in my hand.

“Oh my god, thank you–” I began, but he cut me off.

“Keep it.” He adjusted his suit jacket, smoothing it down. It looked like he might rip it from his shoulders. I wondered if he missed the military, if he was so angry because he had to make phone calls all day instead of doing chin-ups. I had a brief and fleeting thought of how easily hid body would crush mine, him snapping me in half like a brittle twig.

He broke the silence. “You know my brother’s a real asshole. Don’t let him give you shit.”

“Oh, he wasn’t giving me shit.” I felt the need to defend him, inexplicably.

“He likes to take things too far. See what people will allow him to do.” He looked ahead, his brow tense. “It’s best to just not allow him anything. He’s still a little boy. He’ll learn one day.”

Learn what? I thought. I had more questions than answers with Paul. It felt impossible to read him.

I almost asked him what he meant, but he began walking towards the door. He turned to me one last time and said, “We’re partying tonight, right?”

I felt like it would be disobedience to say no–he said it with such conviction and sternness that without thinking, I replied, “Yeah, of course. Of course we are.”

He tapped his hand on the doorway as he stepped inside and said, “Good. Okay, good,” before disappearing.

Later that night, after Liz and I said goodnight to the guests and sent her parents to bed, I took Liz into the walk-in pantry to tell her everything that Paul said.

“Oh, don’t mind Paul. He gets all territorial with Chase. He’s like a big Pitbull.”

“Territorial?” I asked.

“Yeah, just ignore him. He’s been that way forever. Any girl Chase has ever brought home has had to deal with it. They have a lifelong pissing match going on.”

“I talked to Chase for ten minutes–maybe.”

“But you’re prettyyy,” Liz said, poking me in the side. I could tell she was already well on her way to being wasted.

“Ew, Liz.” I tried to scoff. “They’re your brothers now. There’s no way I would get with any of them.” It felt like it should be obvious to Liz that I was faking my disgust, but she was too busy digging into a box of Goldfish to care.

She looked up excitedly, setting down the box. “Let’s go do shots.”

The boys were congregated in the basement, playing pool. Liz ended up going to bed after one and a half shots. I felt panicked watching her stumble up the stairs, totally alone with her brothers now–what would I say to them? I had no idea how to play pool. I ducked behind the bar at the far end of the basement, making myself a drink very slowly, contemplating my next move.

Chase slipped behind the bar next to me, putting a folded-up note into my palm. He held his finger to his lips, be quiet, and grabbed a beer from the fridge, popping the cap off of it on the side of the countertop. I noticed Paul across the room, eyeing Chase like an eagle as Trey lined up his shot. Chase went and joined them, and I stood there, still stunned. Did he really just pass me a note? Were we in seventh Travesti kurtköy grade again? I truly couldn’t remember the last time I had been passed a note. It made sense, though–he didn’t have my number–but what would he need to say to me that couldn’t be said out loud?

I crumpled the paper in my fist and ducked into the bathroom, sitting down on the edge of the tub to read it.

“theres a spare bedroom on the 2nd floor–meet me up there in 15? just say you’re tired or something”

My heart pounded so hard I could hardly hear anything else. Was Chase really making a move on me through a note? I considered it; I wasn’t against keeping whatever this was under wraps. I didn’t want Liz knowing, so, probably, no one else in the family should. Maybe Trey would tell his dad; Paul would certainly object, considering his weird monologue earlier, but surely he wouldn’t stand in the way? I felt a pang of sadness only as an afterthought to my excitement: I had been genuinely curious about what Paul had meant when he said we would “party.” I guess I would never know. I glanced down at my phone, noting the time, pretended to wash my hands, and made a big show of coming out of the bathroom.

I stretched my arms above my head and faked a yawn.

“Y’all, I’m getting pretty sleepy.” I looked around at the room. Chase and Trey were taking turns throwing darts at a board mounted on the far end of the basement, and Paul was perched on the side of the pool table, refreshing his email on his phone. He looked up at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say ‘y’all’ in real life.”

He looked equal parts amused and repulsed. I felt an annoyance for him growing. “Well, there’s a first for everything, isn’t there?” I wondered if I was more snappy than I needed to be.

“Don’t tell me we’re boring you, cowgirl,” he said, putting on a heavy southern drawl.

“It’s been a long day,” I said, searching for Chase’s eyes across the room. Paul followed my gaze, his brow knitting with an emotion I couldn’t read. Was he offput? Angry? Just annoyed? Whatever it was, he could deal. It wasn’t my problem anymore.

“Well, goodnight boys. See you all in the morning.”

Oddly enough, Trey was the only one who responded, the only real words other than “sorry” that he’d said to me all day.

“But we were just about to smoke. I’ve got enough for everyone,” he said, pushing his hair back. It was evident he’d had a few beers, loosened up. I wondered if girls at his school thought he was cute and mysterious, if he invited them back to his dorm to offer them his weed.

“That’s really sweet of you,” I said, making my way up the stairs. “But I’m going to take a nice, long shower and get some sleep. Nighty-night.”

As soon as I made it up the stairs and closed the door to the basement behind me, I took off my heels and began to sprint up to the second floor, taking the stairs two at a time. I eventually found the vacant guestroom and slipped into it, the distant sound of Liz’s snoring coming through the walls. I felt around for a light, bumping into the heavy wooden bedframe and various leather chairs. But before I could find a switch, I saw the crack of light beneath the door grow into a bright swath, and heard Chase close the door behind him.

“I told them I was going to grab more beers–they won’t miss me.”

I turned to him. “Are you sure? Paul won’t wonder where you’ve gone?”

“Paul’s head is too far up his own ass to think too hard about that.”

“Well, what’s with the note, then? Is this part of your whole secret service bit?”

“A little discretion isn’t so bad, is it?”

“You didn’t want Paul to know,” I said, perhaps too bluntly.

“Paul thinks he should have everything,” Chase said, anger in his voice. “Because he’s the eldest, he should get the job at dad’s firm, get all the bragging rights at family dinners.” He paused. “I just wanted to get to you first,” he said, softer.

“And he would have done what if he knew we were going upstairs?” I asked. “We’re grown adults, you know.”

He sighed. “Is it so bad to want one thing all to myself?”

The way he was looking at me, like he was so proud to have won me, secreted me away all by himself, like a boy with a prize, melted me. I reached out to kiss him, and he pulled me into him with urgency, his hands gripping my face, hard.

We fell onto the bed together, me on top of him, and I could feel a massive bulge pressing into my leg. It didn’t even feel fully hard yet, just massive and soft. I wondered, briefly, if all of Steve’s sons were hung like this, but tried to shake the thought from my mind.

Before I could even notice it, Chase had unzipped my dress and shimmied it down to my hips. He sucked on a nipple hungrily while I kicked the dress off, hearing the soft silk fall into a pile on the floor.

I ground my hips into him, feeling the massive thing between his legs grow with each thrust. I noticed that I was only wearing panties, and he was still fully clothed. I slipped off the bed and onto the ground to unbuckle his pants while he worked on his shirt.

I never gave head in my personal life, my real life, back home. Of course I had, in the past, for boyfriends, but never a hookup, never someone I didn’t know. But this felt different–I felt like I needed his dick in my mouth, now.

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They laid by the pond central to the palace gardens, grass soft against their skin wherever their clothes rode up. The scent of orchids and jasmine filled their lungs. Fedele got atop Vincenzo, grinning and treating it as a joke before softening. Vincenzo’s heart pounded as his classmate ran one hand over his throat, flitting his fingers down and over the smooth brown skin exposed by Vincenzo’s low-cut robes. He leaned in and kissed his jawline.

They were young and hormonal–Fedele especially. He got hard at the slightest touch and he soon rolled Vincenzo sideways with him. He hiked his robes at the front and pulled his dick out of his underwear. Vincenzo could tell what he was doing and buzzed in nervous anticipation. It’d been a few weeks since he’d first touched him and he had so many messy emotions about it, but faced with further touch, his head fogged over. Fedele lifted his robes and he felt his cock press up against one of his asscheeks before the older boy shifted. He poked it between his thighs and thrust.

Vincenzo exhaled and laid his hand on his hip to feel his movements. His classmate thrust against his inner thighs as if fucking him. Or, he was fucking him if he were to use the term broadly. His own dick twitched in his underwear Belek travesti and he tried not to moan. No one should be around to see this but he didn’t want to make too much noise just in case. He wasn’t sure what they could say if they got found. Just roughhousing, maybe? It wasn’t all that rough. He could say they were cuddling and deny anything further given they were clothed, but that was odd for a pair just entering their 20s. The open-endedness put butterflies in his stomach.

Fedele hugged him tightly, holding him in place as he did it. Wetness began to form between Vincenzo’s legs, a mix of sweat and droplets of desire. It was sticky and dirty and thrilling. He could smell arousal over the scent of grass and spring blooms.

After a few minutes of increasingly-fumbling rolling around and thrusting, Fedele moaned. He stopped and much thicker wetness splattered onto Vincenzo’s soft skin. His head was so cloudy he could have sworn he almost came too without ever touching himself.

Fedele kissed the back of his head. His grip on him relaxed and he petted his side. Vincenzo felt his cock soften against him as the culmination of his actions grew tacky. The sunlight was warm on his closed eyelids.

Fedele eventually untangled Belek travestileri himself.

“I’m going to bathe,” he told him as Vincenzo rolled on his back to look up at him. He looked so much larger when blotting out the rays of late afternoon sun. His mid-length hair was mussed and he ran his fingers through it to smooth it out.

“I’ll be in in a bit,” Vincenzo responded. “Or… I might take a nap out here.”

Fedele chuckled. “Alright. See you at dinner, then, Vin.”

“Likewise.”

He watched his classmate head out between the hedges, his boots crunching the gravel of the garden path. He relaxed into the grass and stared up at the cloudless azure sky. It only took a few minutes before his equally on-edge nature won out and he loosened his belt. He reached between the folds of his robes and to his thighs. He wiped his palm over the tacky residue to dampen it before reaching into his underwear. He stroked his aching cock with the memory of Fedele’s affection. He wished he’d done more. What exactly he wanted was unclear. When his cock had touched his ass, he briefly wanted to pull down his underwear and have him spread him open. He was unsure how it would feel to have something that large in him but the Travesti belek idea was so exciting that he’d touched himself many nights to fantasies of different people doing it to him. For a while it was visions of another boy in their first aid course, a first year in the military about his age, but recently it’d instead been Fedele.

Something had changed that night the older boy drunkenly decided to get into bed with him with jokes about playing doctor as they had as children. There was very little doctoring, but lots of exploring each other’s bodies… Or, less each other’s and more Fedele instructing Vincenzo to explore his. He seemed less inclined to touch him in return. Vincenzo had been uncertain at first but as soon as he noticed Fedele’s penis grew stiff at his touch he fell into it. Hard. He could make a man aroused just as a woman could, even one who shouldn’t have found him arousing at all. It was terribly egotistical but he grew as drunk as Fedele purely on his own abilities.

He sat up and hurried over to the bushes. He jerked off into them, exhaling forcefully as he finished. His semen splattered the lower leaves. He flicked his cock to get the last of it off before heading over to the fountain. He cupped water and used it to rinse himself, although he didn’t try very hard. He squeegeed his skin off before setting his robes back into place and tightened his belt. He left the section of garden to find another place to relax in the sun without evidence of things he couldn’t explain should he be discovered.

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I heard them on the other side of the door, calling my best friend a slut.

I heard her gasping, choking. Her moans were muffled by the door and by…

“Yeah, that’s it, whore. Deeper.”

“Hurry up and make him cum. There’s a line.”

“You know how they are: talk a big game then can’t choke it down.”

There was a loud smack followed by a little pop, like a girl sucking her thumb.

“Do you want to come faster?” She asked.

“Yeah, baby girl.”

Another gasp, a gluk-gluk-gluk.

I’d known Blair since we were in high school. We’d go to the thrift store together looking for slutty outfits. She said my parents made me dress like a prude. So she’d slut me up and hide the clothes under her bed and I’d change in the girl’s room before homeroom.

“Look at this,” she said in the fitting room, and with one hand she pulled up her skirt, showing me her butt, her navy blue thong. “It’s a little motion like that that gets a big motion out of the boys, if you know what I mean.”

I remember the way I looked blushing in the mirror, wearing ragged jean shorts and a pink tank top. It didn’t suit me. I was a tomboy. She was a princess with blond hair in a bob cut. She could do slutty, house party, back alley outfits. I’d always wanted my first time to be in a field, with wildflowers, laid out on the man’s jacket.

Another smack sounded outside the door, then another.

“Show me that ass.”

Another smack. Footsteps as people rearranged themselves in the room.

Blair wanted me to come to this party, practically begged me to. I wasn’t attracted to girls–I didn’t even touch myself because I thought my pussy was gross–but the way she looked at me when she asked–no, begged–biting her lower lip, eyes glinting, her hand on my shoulder, made me feel a little bit of what she tried to instill in boys. Desire and desperation. I wanted to be with her badly enough to come out of my comfort zone. At least I thought so at the time. Now I was hiding alone while she took cock after cock.

Was I that afraid?

“Hannah! Oh, Hannah. I can’t handle all of them alone.”

Laughter. A gasp, flesh pounding flesh. Someone rattled the handle on the other side of the door and I jumped back. I’d locked myself in the host’s bedroom. I could sleep here, leave in the morning, past the mountains of solo cups and boys passed out on the couch and floor.

Past Blair. What must she look like by now? I’d been trapped in here nearly an hour. I touched the doorknob.

“You’re going to die alone, you know.” She told me that, once, while we were watching a movie at my house. “If you’re not willing to bend over or get on your knees, you’re never going to have that sweet guy laying down his coat for you. You have to at least smile at them, you know.”

I slid out of my skirt, then tossed my tank top behind me onto the host’s bed–a perfectly slutty outfit put to waste. My breath was fast and my heart was racing. I took off my panties and looked at my pussy. It wasn’t any wetter than it usually would be. And, god, when was the last time I’d shaved it? Hopefully they were all too drunk to care. I unclasped my bra.

Hand on the doorknob, best friend choking on her own spit a few feet away. She probably did need help. We were the only girls at an all-boy party. We’d crashed. Blair’s idea.

I opened the door.

Blair was on her knees in the center of the room. They’d moved the coffee table to make room for her. Her skirt was hiked up over her belly button, showing off everything it was meant to cover. The rest of her clothes were gone, scattered who knows where.

Her blonde hair–meticulously braided before the party–was pulled apart now. It was matted with sweat, and her neck glistened. Thick ropes of cum ran down the side of her face Göztepe travesti and more clung to her chin. There were a few drops on her earlobe.

I took all this in while she bobbed rapidly on a hard cock. It wasn’t particularly long, but it was thick, curved, and had an angry red head. She could only fit half of it in her mouth, her cheeks bulging out at the sides. The boy put his hand on the back of her head and tried to push her down, but it just wouldn’t fit.

She looked kind of stupid.

“Hey, hey, new meat.”

The boys turned to look at me. They’d all gotten together to play Halo, or something like that. Now there was cum and spit on the hardwood floor.

One of them grabbed my ass. The force of it caught me off guard and I took a few steps into the room until I was right next to Blair. She tugged on my wrist.

“Come on, help me out.”

And I was down on my knees, just like that, my thigh pressed against Blair’s.

Next thing I knew there was a cock in my face. I didn’t have my mouth open, and I didn’t open wide automatically like Blair would, so he rubbed the head against my lips. Then he pressed my nose into his pubes. He ran his balls over me. I opened my mouth, thinking I wouldn’t have to smell it anymore if I swallowed it.

My eyes went wide. I had a cock in my mouth. Was it wet? Had Blair sucked it already? No, that was just sweat. I moved my head back and forth. Maybe half of it was in my mouth. Was I doing it right?

“Watch the teeth, bitch.”

Oops.

My eyes were watering already, and I couldn’t breathe through my nose. I hoped it wouldn’t start to run.

I pulled the cock out so I could take a quick breath and the guy pushed it back in. The shaft forced the air down my throat and I hiccuped. My stomach tightened. I felt a strange pleasure behind my vagina as I held back a gag.

Blair took the cock out of her mouth and jerked it so she could whisper, “Pull your upper lip over your teeth. Flatten your tongue.”

Then she had cock in her mouth again. Her guy fucked her brutally, to the hilt. His cock sloshed in her mouth. At the end of a series of thrusts I thought would never end he held her down. She spat out the sides of her mouth and her cheeks turned red. She looked at me from the corner of her eye.

She flashed a thumbs up. The guy held her nose shut.

“This one’s no good. I’m going soft in her mouth.”

I’d never felt so ashamed. The only thing more embarrassing than sucking cock in a room full of boys was sucking cock badly in a room full of boys.

Someone grabbed me under the armpits. I was rising, standing, being pulled backward toward the couch. They laid me down so my head hung upside down over the armrest. I closed my mouth, and the one who carried me stood there rubbing his balls on my forehead.

I shook my head.

Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm.

Someone was eating my pussy. He had a hard time, at first, because of how hairy I’d left it. The other guy slapped his slobbery cock against my face. My vision blurred from all the spit. I saw his sack and his pale thighs.

But I wouldn’t open my mouth. Not even if my valiant knight found my clit in all that mess and oh shit he found it, there it is. Good boy. Don’t moan, don’t moan.

You moaned.

The other one slipped his cock into my mouth. He went deep. Once again his balls beat against my forehead, but in an entirely new context. I choked and spit ran down my face. There was snot in my mouth. Great.

I reached out and tapped the fucker’s thigh. He let me breathe, at least, but only a beat or two, then back to it.

But my knight was good. Pleasure welled in my pussy. It rose and fell, rose and fell. I didn’t quite climax, but with his help I crested little waves over and over. Göztepe travestileri Not quite the tempo my throat was getting drilled at, but it was something.

Someone sucked my tit. My legs rose in the air until my ankles were by my head. The fucker gently massaged my throat with his hand. I had more or less subdued my gag reflex, but I was lightheaded.

“She has a nice ass.”

“No tits.”

“Neither of them have tits.”

“Hey, does your friend take it in the ass?”

“Oh, she loves it in the ass,” Blair said.

What?

“She lives on a farm. She’ll take it like an animal.”

I wanted to protest but, oh…right.

I tried to get up but the fucker held me down.

Cum coated my throat just as I crested another wave. I tried to swallow it. I could feel it between the walls of my throat and his cock, but I couldn’t work the muscles right. I sputtered it out on my face and his balls.

He lowered his balls toward my mouth. This time I didn’t bother resisting, I just opened wide and cleaned the cum off them. My reward was a tiny hair in my mouth that I couldn’t quite swallow.

“Can I fuck your ass?”

It was my knight, looking up at me between my thighs. He went back to eating while I thought about it.

He had a cute face. He was thinner, maybe younger, than the rest. Sure, why not?

“Okay, but you have to wet it first. Just like you’re doing now.”

He smiled at me. I sat up and rolled over, flat on my stomach.

I held out my hand.

“Get me a pillow.”

A pillow was delivered. I laid my head on it while my knight parted my cheeks. He spent a moment on the rim, then plunged inside. It felt good. I moaned and pressed my clit against the couch cushions.

I watched Blair.

She was on all fours like a dog, facing the armchair. One guy railed her from behind while she ate another guy’s ass. She had a big, red sack draped over her forehead. The guy in her pussy spanked her. A third guy put his foot on her back like she was a stool and pretended to Captain Morgan.

Now who fucked like an animal? And I hadn’t eaten any ass. In fact, I had a tongue in mine.

But as I thought this, the tongue pulled away.

I looked over my shoulder. My knight was standing, straddling me, getting ready to mount. I realized the skinny boy had a big cock. I’d only said yes to anal because I thought he’d be small.

He parted my legs, but only an inch or two. It was going to be a tight fit.

A slight pressure on the rim. Then more. A third push. I gasped when it slipped in. I couldn’t help it. He’d wetted me plenty, but his cock was dry. He should have throatfucked me first.

“Ah, ah, ah. Blair, Blair, Blair.”

“What is it, Hannah?”

“Suck his cock. Wet it for me. Please.”

A smile lit her face.

“Sure thing.”

She laid her face down on my butt. The guy who’d been fucking her pulled out and jerked off onto her ass. She smiled and wiggled for him while he jerked, then she pulled the cock out of my ass and sucked it. She made a show of going deep, then spat on it and rubbed the spit in with her hand. She wiped the jizz off her ass and rubbed that in too.

“Okay, try that.”

Much better. Much, much better.

A pair of fingers entered my pussy. It took me a moment to realize they were Blair’s. She was good at it, not that it was a surprise. She kept her fingers in there while my knight alternated between my ass and her mouth. At one point she dropped a mouthful of spit onto my asshole and grabbed both my cheeks and shook them. My knight went in further, to the hilt. Am I a good sheathe? Please, please…

Blair was called away to suck one cock while she jerked another.

My knight didn’t pull out again. He fucked harder and Travesti göztepe harder. His balls beat against my pussy, which he didn’t touch–I guess he’d used up all his generosity.

When he came he did it on my hair, of all places. I pictured a little white flower crown in my head, but I knew it would be nothing so elegant. I probably looked as stupid as Blair had when I’d come out, if not worse.

Speaking of Blair, she was passed out on the floor, drool coming out the side of mouth.

Not that that stopped one of the boys from fucking her, hard enough to make her tiny tits bounce.

There were two left who hadn’t cum, both holding their cocks and looking at me.

I sat up straight on the couch and spread my legs.

“Rock, paper, scissors. Winner gets pussy,” the bigger one said.

One threw rock, the other scissors. I looked at scissors.

“You’ll have to fuck my mouth,” I said. “I still don’t know how to give head.”

He nodded solemnly. He stood on the couch and put his cock in my face. He didn’t even have to hit my lips with it, like a battering ram at the gates, before I let him in. I was learning.

The other pierced my pussy.

I was so sensitive by then that I came quickly. It was a good orgasm, a long time coming, that shot up through my stomach into my chest. I held my breasts. Tried not to choke or otherwise let the cock in my throat distract me.

The downside was that I lost interest in the pair of cocks inside me pretty quickly. The one in my mouth finished first, coating my tongue in a layer of cum, which I swallowed.

“Good girl,” he said.

The other continued to fuck.

I heard some strange, choral chanting behind me. The boys had turned on Halo.

At last, Mr. Rock came, spurting a few tiny drops of cum into my wild bush.

He walked away without so much as a glance.

They were all in the other room, playing. Eating Cheetos.

I looked at Blair where she slept on the floor. I went down beside her, spooned her. She stirred at my touch, grinded back into me. I put my arm around her.

“Where are we?” She asked.

“On the floor of some guy’s house. Naked. Soaked.”

“I didn’t even get to cum.”

“I’m not going down on you.”

“You’re such a cunt.”

She grabbed my arm and moved it so my hand rested on her boob.

We were both about to fall asleep when I realized my knight was standing over us, his big cock erect again.

“Hey, Blair, wake up.”

“Hmm? Oh. Well, hello there.”

“My friend here hasn’t had her turn yet.”

“I can help with that,” he said.

“I’ll bet you can,” Blair replied. “God, he’s going to split me in half.”

“Be gentle with Blair. She’s a princess.”

“Don’t listen to her. Fuck me like an ogre.”

In the end, he did both.

We got on the couch together. I spread my legs and Blair leaned back against me while my knight first ate her out, then fucked her. I watched him thrust, watched her body shudder, and realized he hadn’t treated my ass half as savagely as he could have.

“I want to swallow his come,” I said.

“No, it’s mine.”

“It’s the least you could do, since you dragged me here.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

We played while he fucked. I threw paper and she threw rock.

I won a nice sized load of come that I sucked from his cock, gently, like a slutty good night kiss. Maybe I’d improved a little, maybe he was just sensitive from being in Blair. He tasted like sweat and Blair’s pussy.

After that he blushed and thanked us–truly a knight in shining armor–and went back to the others.

Blair and I both agreed we wouldn’t be able to sleep, and that the boys were probably spent. We hopped in the shower quickly, together–no touching, I swear–and dressed. Before we left I asked the knight for his number, and I put it in my phone.

A couple of the other boys waved or said bye, but most were engrossed in the game. We closed the door, and the last thing I heard was the group shouting and calling each other names as we walked out toward the street.

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Dave in Hell

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Doggystyle

Inspired in part and helped along by Julia Rivers Writes, editing help from Amber Embers. Any remaining errors are my own. All characters are over 18, yadda yadda. Usual disclaimers and caveats apply.

Please do leave a constructive comment if you see continuity errors, especially. Phil Landerer helped me a lot by pointing out how my terrible tense errors gave him a headache in my first story. Sorry for the aspirin bill, Phil!

I’m also still writing and hoping to find volunteer editors for a really long story I’m working on, I started that one in February 2022, bored out of my mind, not being able to make much of a living as a handyman because C-word disease avoidance.

Since this is part of a series of sorts, it doesn’t qualify for a Halloween submission. Was a bit disappointed to read that in the rules, but so be it. Their site, their rules.

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I woke up in Hell. Flaming torches illuminated a hot stone dungeon. I was chained, spread eagled, to a large iron ring laid flat, rigged up on some sort of swivel so I could be tilted forward and back, with some sort of back support slung under me so I wouldn’t sag and pull the chains too tight.

I heard some evil giggling behind me, I turned my head, trying to see, with sweat getting in my eyes. The women all came into view, Susan, Terry, Sandy, and Toni. Their blood-red skin glistened in the torchlight, with shiny black lips. Their hair and eyes were the same as before, but their skin! And they all had wagging real cocks rampant, about the same size as my own. Looking down, my skin was its normal tanned and freckled tone, my cock was hard and throbbing, and I wondered why.

Tugging at my restraints, I wanted to get the fuck out of there. Why did all these women have cocks and no balls?

Susan lifted her cock up and showed me she still had a pussy and asshole. “We’re all hermaphrodites now David, even you. You’re going to find out how good we feel when you fuck us.” Their clits were now cocks…oh, fuck. Then I thought, ‘Oh, shit, I have a vagina now?’

They tilted the ring so my head was lower, low enough that petite freckled brunette Toni could pull her bubble butt cheeks apart, and rub her pussy and ass on my mouth, leaving a trail of what tasted like cinnamon flavored hot sauce that burned my lips and tongue, but tasted great, even with the burning. She bounced her cock on my forehead as she shoved her pussy at my mouth. I tried to tongue fuck her but she pulled away, turned around, and grinning, shoved her cock in my mouth.

Susan took my cock in her mouth deeply, her long forked tongue tickling my balls, pussy, and ass as her long, wavy, strawberry Erenköy travesti blonde hair tickled my thighs. It felt like my cock was on fire, her spit was also like hot sauce. I screamed around Toni’s cock as I felt the burning in my crotch, but it felt good, so good.

Toni’s eyes got wide with concern and she pulled out quickly, kneeling and holding my head, and stroking my cheek. “What’s wrong David, did I hurt you?”

Still gasping a little and shuddering at the mix of fiery pain and cool pleasure, I managed to moan, “Everything is burning, but feels so good, baby. Your pussy tastes like the hottest cinnamon sauce, your precum burns my throat but tastes so good, please keep fucking my face, I want to take all of you.”

Smiling, she stood up and shoved her cock straight down my throat. Her pussy was squelching on my nose at every thrust. I loved how she held my head and throat in a loving grip. I just wished I could see her eyes. Susan then showed me I had a fully functioning pussy by shoving three fingers in my juiced up hole, making me cry out in pleasure, muffled by Toni’s cock.

Now that my throat could take her, she started fucking my face hard, her precum burning like acid in my mouth and throat. I never knew I could feel such intense pain, and pleasure in equal measure. Susan was taking me deep and fast, now fisting my pussy and tongue fucking my ass. It was too much pain and pleasure at once. I came so hard, it shot out of Susan’s nose. She quickly pulled off, coughing. The next spurt arced through the air and splattered all over Toni’s face, and she licked it off with her long forked tongue, then came in my mouth with a groaning yelp. I slurped and swallowed as much as I could of her delicious burning nectar, but some sprayed out the sides of my face-fuck hole.

Susan cleaned up my messy crotch with her tongue, making me groan and twitch at the burning pleasure. I came back to my senses a little and said, “How did we all wind up in Hell together all at once? The last thing I remember is all of us going to sleep cuddled up in bed. Did we get wiped out in a sudden nuclear exchange or meteor strike or something?”

“I don’t know, maybe we can ask someone,” Susan replied.

Looking around again, I saw Sandy and Terry going to town on each other in a 69 on a stone couch that seemed to have grown out of the floor. “Susan, Toni, help me outta this contraption. I want to explore our dungeon a little.”

“Yes, daddy,” Susan giggled. They worked at my restraints and got me free. I held them to me in a three-way hug, kissing them both. They were so hot, burning my skin in a delightful way, Erenköy travestileri our cocks still rampant. They licked my face clean with their fiery tongues.

Sandy, seeing us standing and making out, jumped off of Terry and bounced to us, her curvy red flesh jiggling deliciously, long blonde hair flouncing as she stopped in front of me, blue eyes sparkling, and joined in our kissing session. Terry roughly grabbed a laughing Susan away and fell with her onto the bed of soft stone that appeared behind me. ‘The hell?’ I thought. ‘Oh, yeah, we’re in Hell. Duh.’ How we got here all at once though, that bothered me. ‘Did an airliner crash in the neighborhood killing us instantly in our sleep?’ “Do any of you remember how we died? The last thing I remember is all of us going to sleep cuddled up in Toni’s bed.”

None of them had any clue either. “Doesn’t matter. Did someone mention a gang bang?” I asked with a grin. They all giggled, then ran a train on me, each one taking a turn, picking a different hole of mine, or theirs, to fuck. I lost count of the number of times I came. The best was when my sweet Toni throated me, her lovely smiling eyes gazing into mine as I pumped cum in her mouth so hard I felt like I turned inside out. Of course even here, she couldn’t swallow fast enough, and her face was covered in leaked cum. The other girls except Terry, licked it all off with their forked tongues, giggling, loving the taste.

Satiated for the moment, we lay in a cuddle pile, lightly stroking and loving each other. Of course everyone knew Toni was my favorite, and she lay atop me snuggling in with a smile, her lovely hazel eyes staring into my dark browns. Her fine black hair was tickling my nipples with fiery sparks, making me shudder under her.

Baphomet visits with a gift basket of what looked like wine bottles and some kind of jerked meat. “Greetings, new denizens of Hell,” he said happily. His voice had a very deep timber with some kind of pre-echo, yet his jaw didn’t move, nor his lips, like he was projecting his voice into our heads. A floor stone rose to form a large table, other smaller ones rose to act as seats. Baphomet sat the gift basket in the center of the table, the wine bottles making tinkling music when they brushed together. “Please help yourselves, and enjoy.”

At the bottom of the basket are five stone cups we’re supposed to use to drink the wine from, then fill with the ladie’s cum, and pass on to an attendant to make more of this delicious spicy hot wine. Before I could stop myself I asked Baphomet how we all wound up here at once. He said it didn’t matter, that part of our existence Travesti erenköy is in the past, and we should enjoy each other for eternity.

Frowning a little at Baphomet’s answer, I asked what the snacks were made of, they looked and tasted like the hottest, spiciest, yet most tender jerky I’ve ever had. Baphomet said it was made from the stripped flesh of sinners, and treated with demon seed. I wondered aloud why have snacks at all. He said that of course we wouldn’t be actually hungry or thirsty, but it was a hedonistic thing, and to enjoy.

We passed around bottles and cups. “Would you like some, Baphomet,” I asked.

“No, thank you. This is a rare gift, for one of the rarest groups to arrive here.”

“Wow, this wine is really rich and thick, what is it,” Terry asked.

“The blood wine was made from the blood of sinners who felt they deserved to suffer, and a delightful combination of semen from other happy women turned hermaphrodites, then cold fermented for centuries. It’s a rare vintage, as there aren’t many like you in Hell,” he intoned.

Speaking of hedonistic, I bit off a chunk of the flaming hot jerky, chewed a little, then kissed Toni and fed it to her.

“Mmm, baby, you made it even more delicious,” Toni moaned.

Sandy looked into my eyes with anticipation, and I did the same for her, with a little more burning tongue action.

“Simply delightful,” Baphomet sighed. “I don’t think we’ve seen a pentet such as yours before. A pair, tied to three. A very unusual dynamic.”

“I’ll drink to that,” I said, pouring more blood wine into the cups. “To Baphomet and Hell!” I shouted, and they all shouted with me and drank. It burned so good going down.

“Let’s put on a little show.” I climbed on the bed, got on my knees, and said, “Ladies, I need three cocks in me, make me burn!” Susan took my ass, thoughtfully lubing my ass with a mouthful of cum she coaxed from Terry. Toni got underneath me to fuck my pussy and cock, alternating between the two. Before Sandy could shove her hot cock down my throat, I kissed Toni passionately, feeling her long tongue tickling and burning my vocal cords. Terry lumbered over me to get her cock into Susan’s mouth, and the party rocked on.

It felt freeing, having three girls all slamming their cocks into all my fuck holes at once, and hearing Susan moaning and gagging on Terry’s cock above me. The pain and pleasure overwhelmed me eventually. As the three blasted my fuck holes with burning cum, giving me the best orgasm any creature could ever have.I didn’t black out, I whited out, and drifted in a sea of bliss…

Toni was maybe not stuck and confused, but was awake because she was disturbed by my moans, watching me repeatedly cum in my sleep, with a constant flow of pre-cum in between, making an absolute mess of myself, the bed, and her.

“Oh, man, a Freudian would have a fucking field day and a doctoral thesis out of that dream,” said someone.

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Abegail Johnson

DISCLAIMER-This is a series of fan fiction, most of the characters in this series follow on from ONLINE CHASTITY by FICT which can be found in the BDSM part of Literotica. This is just my view of what paths the original characters in the original series could have taken. You should read Online Chastity chapters 1-6 to see how Alex ended up here.

(Alex’s evening gets better)

Alex was on his knees in the playroom of Sam’s lofthouse. His hands were cuffed behind his back and his face and neck were covered in Nathan’s cum. The man, whose cock he had been forced to suck, was breathing heavily from the blowjob Alex had given him. Alex looked up at Nathan who was covered in Alex’s own cum from his first orgasm in seven days. His feet were still cuffed to the spreader bar and Jennifer was pacing around them with the spanking crop in her hand. Both men were resting quietly from their exertions when they heard footsteps approaching.

“That was a very good performance, Pet.” Sam whispered in his ear. “Would you like to join me and Tam in the lounge?”

“Yes please, Miss Sam.” He gasped, desperate to get away from Jennifer and her crop.

Alex glanced at Nathan who had a crestfallen and wistful look on his face and his cock had gone soft while Alex’s was still fully erect.

“Would you and your pet like to join us Jennifer?” Sam asked.

“No, thank you, Sam.” Jennifer replied, looking at Nathan with disdain. “My pet came far too soon for my liking and should know better. He will be punished for disappointing me.”

Nathan began to whimper Bağdat caddesi travesti behind his gag. Jennifer merely slapped each of his nipples with the crop causing him to yelp in pain. She the attached a leash to the d-ring of his collar and hooked it o one of the rings on the ceiling. Nathan was now kneeling on the gurney and completely immobile.

“Come along, Pet.” Sam said to Alex.

She attached a leash to his d-ring and forced him to his feet and then led him into the lounge, which was difficult for Alex with his feet spread apart. On entering the lounge he saw that Tam was placing more large plastic sheets on the floor.

“We can’t have you making a mess on the floor, Pet.” Sam explained.

Alex realised she was referring to the fact that he was covered from head to toe in coconut oil that was dripping from his body. Alex looked through the mirror and noticed that Jennifer was scolding Nathan and slapping him forcefully with the crop. Nathan was desperately trying to avoid the punishment but trussed up the way he was meant there was no escape.

“We don’t need to see any of that, Pet.” Sam said as the curtain above the mirror began to descend.

Sam sat down in the armchair that was covered on protective plastic sheeting and looked at Alex thoughtfully with her fingers crossed at her mouth.

“You’ve done very well, Pet.” She eventually said. “Me and Tam think you deserve a reward.”

“Thank you, Miss Sam and you, Miss Tam.” Alex said as his heart skipped a beat.

Sam unzipped Bağdat caddesi travestileri the zipper by the crotch of her catsuit and spread her legs to show Alex her shave vagina.

“On your knees, Pet.” She instructed, “Now show me what you can do.”

Alex shuffled forwards and did as instructed and fell to his knees, he moved his head forwards and took in the musty scent of Sam’s glorious pussy. He couldn’t help himself as he dove in with his tongue and started lapping her clit.

“Someone’s eager.” She laughed.

He slid his tongue up and down and realised she was already soaking wet, her juices were already seeping down his lips and chin and dropping onto the floor. Her smell was driving Alex insane with lust and his cock was still rock hard as he licked her clit from top to bottom, which made her gasp. This gave him confidence and he began to delve his tongue deep into her pussy and made circular motions that made her juices flow onto his face even more.

Alex, in his lust fuelled haze, had forgotten about Tam. She had now stripped naked and was holding a bottle of coconut oil with the extras that made Alex’s skin extra sensitive. She knelt behind Alex and poured a generous helping of oil over his back while he was eating Sam’s pussy. This made Alex jump, she then began to rub the oil over his back before concentrating on his ass cheeks and the crack of his anus. She would occasionally grope his hairless balls but made no effort to touch his cock which was crying out for attention. Alex glanced Travesti bağdat caddesi down at his cock and saw that he was dripping large amounts of precum pooling between his knees. Sam grabbed his hair and forced him back into her pussy.

“Concentrate on me, Pet.” She said in a husky voice.

Alex did as he was told and once again began to devour Sam’s pussy, causing her to gasp and moan in pleasure. Tam then paid closer attention to Alex’s butthole and he felt something push against his anus. He gasped as the blunt object began forcing its way past his sphincter and into his ass. He had never been penetrated this way before and he found the experience totally wonderful, not at all like he expected.

“It’s just a butt plug, Pet.” Sam gasped. “You should get used to having your ass filled.”

Alex bean to moan as the widest part of the plug passed his sphincter and his butt hole closed around the tapered end, he now felt full. He then felt the plug begin to vibrate in his ass, the sensation was ticklish at first but after about twenty seconds a burst of electricity shot across his prostate causing to jump and yelp.

“A butt plug with a few extras, Pet.” Sam smiled.

Alex was in heaven, here he was sucking the clit of a woman he barely knew, apart from her online profile, while basically being pegged by another woman he hardly knew. This was his first threesome and felt amazing, deep down all his inhibitions were disappearing and he intended to fully enjoy the moment.

From the doorway of the playroom however Jennifer was watching with Nathan. He was now free of his bonds that held him and he was standing behind Jennifer also enjoying the show.

“I think Alex is going to work out just fine. Nate.” Jennifer whispered quietly.

“He certainly has a nice ass.” Nathan whispered back.

“Well you’ll be fucking it soon enough.” Jennifer replied…..

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