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The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I’m afraid you’ll have to go find each part. Hope it’s worth it.

Part 1: Non-Erotic.

Part 2: First Time

Part 3: Loving Wives

Part 4: Exhib & Voy

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The Fortress of Al Jazzar. It was actually a series of walls overlooking the harbor. On top of the walls were over fifty guns. No hostile ship could approach the harbor without being blown out of the water long before it reached the dock. Inside the walls was a bazaar where slaves were bought and sold. The slave ship sailed into this forbidding harbor, with Charlotte aboard.

As soon as they docked, the captain led his slave to her new quarters. Charlotte wasn’t sure what to say. Her room was luxurious. There was a soft bed, and a basin with fresh water and soaps. There was even a tub for bathing. Surely her master was the most generous man in the world.

The captain had Charlotte’s things from the ship brought to her. She was told to clean up and rest.

“Tomorrow, I will bring you what I wish you to wear. You will bathe, perfume, and dress. Then I will escort you to the main hall. There you will dance for eight of the most important men in the world. Dance well, and I will be most pleased.”

“Oh master, I will dance for them. Anything to please you.”

Then the slave master retired, and to Charlotte’s shock, three servant girls appeared. They brought hot water, and filled the bath for Charlotte. The lady couldn’t believe the sheer ecstasy of being able to take a hot bath again. Charlotte stayed in the tub for almost an hour, and whenever the bath would begin to cool, the girls would bring fresh, hot water.

When she was done, Charlotte got up, and the girls immediately began to dry her. Then they brought her a clean robe, and left her alone in her room. Charlotte went through her things, and to her joy, she found her journal and ink still hidden in the one dress. She didn’t really know why she was keeping these things, but somehow she knew they were important. Anyway, Charlotte recorded how wonderful the day had been, and then she went to sleep.

The next morning, her master appeared at her door. With him was a long dress of shimmering silk. The dress was thin, and iridescent. The captain told Charlotte she was to bathe again. The girls would attend her and dress her. When she was ready, her new maids would escort her to the hall where she was to dance. As he left, the same three girls returned, with more steaming water for the bath.

Charlotte was delighted to obey her master’s wishes. The bath was such a joy. The hot water just made her feel pleasant all over, and the girls had put some delightful perfume in the water as well.

When she emerged from the tub, the girls had soft towels with which they dried Charlotte from head to toe. Then one of the girls dabbed some liquid all over Charlotte’s body. The lady didn’t know what it was, but it smelled heavenly.

After Charlotte was clean and perfumed, she was taken over to a chair. When she sat down, one of the maids began to apply lather to her private area. Charlotte asked what was happening, and the maid simply told her that it was the master’s wish. That was enough for Charlotte and she just sat back and let the maids work.

The maids finished soaping Charlotte’s vaginal region. Then one of them produced a razor and begin to trim the fur around that area. When they had finished, the maids gently washed down Charlotte’s privates and then applied the perfume to that area as well.

After her grooming, the maids brought Charlotte her dress. Charlotte asked about undergarments, but was told that none were to be worn, only the beautiful gown. Then the maids helped Charlotte into the dress, and then took her to the mirror. The sight was stunning.

The dress covered everything and nothing at the same time. One couldn’t quite see through it, but shadows of every inch of Charlotte’s body showed through the shimmering silk. She could even see the dark areas of her nipples and pubic region, although the details of the areas could not be viewed. The final touch was a pair of lovely sandals, and Charlotte was ready.

Her maids led her from her room, to a large hall. There, in the center of the room was a huge banquet table. Around the table were numerous men, all in very expensive clothing, with servants in attention at all times. Standing in the room, Charlotte could see her master. He was not sitting at the table, rather he was addressing the men, in that foreign tongue which Charlotte could still not understand. Then he was pointing at Charlotte and telling her to dance.

As he gave the command, music began to fill the room. Charlotte realized that musicians had begun to play in one of the corners of the room. The tune was lovely, and Charlotte began her dance to its rhythm. She approached the first man, and got as close to him as she could without touching him. She bent over him, and allowed istanbul bayan escort her breasts to get so close to his face, that the

silk covering her nipples actually brushed his lips.

After that she turned, and as she danced toward the next sheik, she moved her bottom around in front of both men. When she was in front of the next man, she leaned back and parted her legs. The only thing hiding her vagina from her audience, was the thin silk that had fallen between her legs. The man watching her could actually see glimpses of pink flesh, shimmering through the gown.

Charlotte continued her dance around the table. It was obvious that her audience was fascinated with her. She was asked to dance again and again. Finally, when she had lost count of the number of times she had teased each man, her master retrieved her and took her aside. He led her to a corner of the room and told her to wait there. And he told her that she had done very well. Then he went back over to the table, and a great deal of loud talking began. Charlotte couldn’t understand what was being said, but a long argument seemed to ensue. Then one of the men appeared to have won the discussion, and the room became quiet. Afterwards, her master returned and took her back to her room.

The captain was thrilled beyond words. The lady had performed better than he’d imagined she could. All the sheiks were enchanted and they all had to have her. The bidding went on for almost fifteen minutes. When it was over, Charlotte had been sold to Sheik Galad Al Taran, for the price of forty-two thousand pieces of gold. It was an amazing sum, and the captain had become wealthy beyond his dreams.

Charlotte had just finished recording how she had pleased her master again, when he arrived and told her to dress and gather her things. The lady removed the silken gown, and put on one of her normal outfits. Then she gathered her clothes, still being sure her journal was secure, and went off find her owner. She found him standing with one of the men she had danced for. They appeared to be talking, and the man looked extraordinarily happy.

The captain told Charlotte she was to accompany this man from the fortress. Charlotte pleaded with her beloved master not to send her away, but he explained that she had been sold to this man and that he was her new master. The lady broke into tears. She begged her master to tell her how she had displeased him.

“You little fool, you haven’t displeased me at all. You have made me a very rich man. Now go with this sheik and serve him as you would me.”

With that, her master left, and her new owner escorted her from the halls. In a daze, Charlotte simply followed him outside the fortress. There, under the bright sun, was a caravan of camels and servants. Charlotte was led into a carriage, and when she was inside, the caravan departed.

Charlotte was so lost. Why had her master sold her? Hadn’t she pleased him? She had devoted her whole life to pleasing him. Her whole life… HER WHOLE LIFE!!!!!! WHAT WAS SHE SAYING???? DEAR GOD!!! What had happened to her?

Somehow the shock of being sold, brought it all back to Charlotte. She began to remember her previous life. She wasn’t a slave. She was a French lady. Still, that wouldn’t help her here. Here she was a slave, and until she found some way to escape, she had to be careful. She had seen what these people were capable of doing, and she didn’t expect that her new master was any nicer.

The rest of the trip was spent with Charlotte reading and writing in her journal. She was still trying to understand what had happened to her. How had she so accepted being that man’s slave? Somehow, though, between the horrors she had seen, and the way he had paraded her naked, it had just become how life was. Well it was over now, and Charlotte had to make sure that it never happened again. She was likely going to have to do things as a slave, but she would never again give her mind and being to a master.

Sheik Al Taran’s domain was actually very near the fortress. In less than a day, the caravan reached his palace. And a palace was the only way that Charlotte could view this home. It was beautiful, and it was huge. The entire outside surface appeared to be made of white marble, and it simply sparkled in the sun. Charlotte was taken inside where she was escorted to the women’s quarters. There she met several other women, all obviously slaves, and was given a bed of her own.

Charlotte had a bed, a small closet, and a piece of furniture for storage. This appeared to be identical to what every other woman in the hall had. Actually, the hall appeared to be some sort of dormitory, with living areas lined up along the walls. In an adjacent room, Charlotte found bathing and cleaning facilities. The lady looked around as she tried to settle in.

There appeared to be a dozen or so other women living here. All except one, were that same dark tone as the men who had brought her here. None of these women spoke French kartal escort or English, and while Charlotte was trying to learn the language, she still couldn’t understand them enough to converse. But the other woman was white, and when Charlotte spoke to her, she turned out to be English.

Her name was Priscilla, and she had been the maid to an English Lord and Lady. However, her masters had gambled with some of these people, and had lost a great deal of money. In exchange for the debt, Priscilla had been given as a slave to the sheik. She had been here for over two years now, and had no hope of ever leaving.

Charlotte asked her what would happen to her, and Priscilla told her the situation.

“We belong to the sheik. Most days we do nothing. We are well fed and well treated, but we are not allowed to leave this room. Every few days, one of us will be called to the sheik’s quarters. There we serve him in any way he asks. And he asks some awful things. But you will do whatever he says. Any refusal, no matter how slight, will get you punished. And the punishments are terrible. He will not mark you, but he will do things to you that will make you scream to God to be allowed to die. I was punished only once, and I have never even questioned his requests again.”

“Also, he may occasionally offer you to a visitor. You must obey him as you would the sheik. But aside from that, we are left to ourselves. We may talk and do as we like in here, and new clothes, soaps, and perfumes arrive frequently. They are brought by two men who are the only two people who ever enter here. I believe they are eunuchs. Try to learn the language. It helps to be able to talk.”

Charlotte was delighted to find that Priscilla had arranged to take the bed next to hers. Over the next couple of days, they became good friends, as Charlotte tried to adjust to her new surroundings. Then, on the third day, Charlotte was called to the sheik.

The large men, and they were indeed eunuchs, simply entered the room and announced that Charlotte was wanted by the sheik. Charlotte couldn’t understand everything they said, but she caught her name, and the meaning was clear enough. The lady took a deep breath, and then stood up. Without another word, she followed her escort from the room.

It was actually quite a long walk to the sheik’s rooms. Charlotte tried to remember the way, but there were so many twists and turns it was hopeless. Finally, they arrived at a set of large double doors. The two men with her did not even knock, they simply opened them, escorted Charlotte into the room, and then turned and left without saying a word.

The room was amazing. It was as big as some houses Charlotte had been in. The bed was twice the size of any she had seen, and the cushion appeared to be silk, filled with goose down. The furniture in the room was of fine woods, with jewels embedded in it. There wasn’t as much style to it, as there was sheer wealth. It must have cost a tremendous amount of gold just to furnish this room.

Sitting on the bed facing her was the sheik. This was the first chance Charlotte had really had to look at him. He was of medium height and build, and dark in color. He appeared to be in his forties, but it was hard to tell. He had dark hair mixed with gray, and a short, pointed beard which was graying as well. Physically, he was not an overpowering sight, but there was something about his eyes.

His eyes were cold. There was no feeling in them whatever. Charlotte knew that this man was every bit as merciless as the others she had met. He would demand what he wanted, and if it wasn’t forthcoming, he would have no qualms about making his displeasure known in whatever manner suited him. Charlotte felt no attraction to this man, but she knew she had better please him. She didn’t know exactly what he would do if he was unhappy with her, and she didn’t want to find out.

The sheik simply removed his clothes and sat on the bed, with his legs hanging off. Then he signaled for Charlotte to come to him. There wasn’t much question about what he wanted, and Charlotte unhappily came over to give it to him. Charlotte undressed, and then she walked over to the sheik, knelt down in front of him, and took his penis in her mouth.

Charlotte despised this person, but she had no desire to find out what he would do to her if she refused. So she sucked and sucked, and worked her tongue along his rod. Then, to her surprise, he pulled out of her mouth. Charlotte was confused for a moment, but then he was pushing her up to the bed, until she was bent over with her upper body laying on it. A moment later, Charlotte felt the sheik enter her vagina from behind.

The woman hated allowing this man to use her body like this, but at least she didn’t have to look at him. She tried to think about anything else, while this bastard rammed in and out of her hole. Then, she was jolted back to reality, as he pulled his rod from her vagina, and set the head at her other opening. GOD! He kozyatağı escort wanted to bugger her.

No one had ever done that to Charlotte, and when he pushed against her nether hole, it HURT! Charlotte couldn’t help it, she screamed “NOOO!!!!” Then, to her utter amazement, the sheik pulled away and actually stopped. For a minute, Charlotte thought the man was actually displaying some kindness. But then he clapped his hands, and those two large men returned to the room.

Before she could even move, the two men had picked Charlotte up and thrown her on her back, onto the bed. Then they simply lay across her so that she couldn’t move. Charlotte couldn’t imagine what was happening. She was trapped on her back on the bed, with the very lowest parts of her legs over the edge. A moment later, the sheik growled something at her. Charlotte looked up, and the man was holding a wicked looking leather strap of some kind.

Charlotte struggled, but she couldn’t move an inch. Then the sheik moved out of her sight and she struggled to see what he was doing. It was only a second or two later that Charlotte screamed in horrible pain, as the leather strap was slashed right across the soles of her feet.

The woman couldn’t believe how bad that hurt. Then the strap hit again. Charlotte writhed and pushed, but she just couldn’t move. Again and again that strap bit into her feet. Charlotte screams turned to the kind of howls an animal might make. Nothing had ever hurt as bad as that whip on her feet. The woman began to beg for mercy, but the sheik would have none of it. He continued to whip and slash at Charlotte’s defenseless feet. Fully twenty stripes were landed on the soles of the lady’s feet, before the sheik threw the whip aside and commanded his servants to take Charlotte back to the women’s quarters.

The two men lifted Charlotte off the bed, but she couldn’t stand. The moment her feet touched the floor, she screamed again and fell to the ground. The servants never said a word, they simply picked Charlotte up and carried her out. When they arrived back at her quarters, they just dumped Charlotte on the ground, and signaled for some other woman to follow them. A moment later, they were gone, and Charlotte was writhing in pain, grabbing at her poor ruined feet.

Priscilla ran over and scooped Charlotte up. She was a sturdy woman, and was able to pick up the French lady with little effort. She carried Charlotte over, and laid her on her own bed. Then she ran to the bath and returned with wet cloths. She spent the next half-hour cleaning and caring for Charlotte’s poor feet.

The English girl worked on Charlotte, until she was finally able to stop crying. Then she laid Charlotte down, and tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. The French girl was really so pretty, and so nice. Priscilla couldn’t help herself, she bent down and kissed Charlotte.

For a second, Charlotte didn’t know what to do. She was not a Lesbian, but affairs between women were not uncommon at the French court. Certainly, Charlotte was not disgusted or shocked by the advance. In fact, she had just been kissed by the only person in ages who had shown Charlotte any kindness at all. So, after a very short hesitation, Charlotte reached up to pull Priscilla to her, and kissed her back.

Charlotte was still completely naked, and Priscilla was so thrilled that the lady had returned the kiss. Gently, she pulled Charlotte to where she was sitting, and then the two women proceeded to simply kiss and caress each other.

Afterwards, Priscilla went back to look at Charlotte’s feet. They were very angry looking, red and blistered. Priscilla washed them again with warm water, and then she gently kissed Charlotte’s toes. After that, she slowly kissed her way up the French woman’s legs. Priscilla wasn’t sure how Charlotte would react, but the lady wasn’t doing anything to stop her. When she reached the juncture of Charlotte’s legs, Priscilla gently planted her lips on Charlotte’s lightly furred furrow.

All Charlotte could do was purr. That felt good, and it had been so very long since something had felt good. Priscilla was getting bolder now, and Charlotte could feel her actually running her tongue along her whole private area. Charlotte couldn’t help hissing each time Priscilla would hit her little love button. Then Charlotte let out a shriek of ecstasy as Priscilla plunged her tongue right up inside her. Oh, that felt so good. Priscilla kept working her tongue in and out of Charlotte, and the pain in her feet seemed to just fade away.

Priscilla was so happy. This beautiful woman was pleased by her efforts. It was going to be so nice to have a friend here. She continued to run her tongue in and out of the woman’s passage. She was getting so wet, that Priscilla had to swallow a bit of her juices in order to keep at it. But the woman was so sweet, Priscilla was delighted to do it.

Charlotte was going to cum. God that felt so wonderful. The woman just relaxed and let it happen. It would let her forget where she was for at least a moment or two, and God knows she needed something pleasurable. That tongue plunged in, and then swiped up to her button. Priscilla kept repeating that move, and about the fourth time, Charlotte went off. She just moaned and panted, and her body arched in orgasm. Then Charlotte just sagged back onto the bed in contentment.

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Calgon’s got it all wrong. Bubble baths are greatly overrated.

I realized this evening that, if you cry in the shower instead, you won’t notice the flow of tears as long as you keep your face nice and wet under the spigot. Besides, the streaming watersounds and screaming old pipes hide those pesky sobbing noises so well.

Water washes over me, ignoring the boundaries between the beige and the blue-green, swollen skin. Needling trickles delicately sensitize my flesh, making the sore spots tenderer, bringing blood to the surface. I rub my arms and legs gingerly, massaging the bruises and bumps. “Supposedly they’ll go away faster if you rub ’em a lot. Increases your circulation or something,” my friend Andrea had said last time. Andrea had also said a lot of things about calling the police, or the Noah’s Cape Women’s Shelter, or a therapist.

I don’t think she really understands how much Chris needs me, how we come together so well, usually. Fortunately, only Chris and I need to understand this, the way our needs and strengths mesh so finely, most of the time, anyway.

And sometimes not, like last night. Chris…you left me on the floor in the kitchen, after…I wasn’t even sure what the hell I’d done this time. But you’d be back soon enough, lilies in hand, my favorite, their cloying scent corrupting the animal odor of your streetworn leather jacket. You’d be apologetic; I know exactly how you’ll run your hands across your eyes, as if tired, istanbul escort subtly wiping away tears. Maybe I’ll let you in on the shower trick. I won’t let you come back, though. Not again.

Heavy, bootclad footsteps announce your return from your usual post- blowup workout where I know you’ve been checking out other women. Quickly wrapping myself in a towel, I wonder if you’ll threaten me with a replacement tonight when I tell you we’re through.

We run through our script the way we normally do, but at the end I’m cold to you, and it’s pissing you off that your heartfelt apologies aren’t working this time. Ducking behind my icy emotional wall, I let you explain yourself and assert how much you need me, love me, want me, to no avail. I’m quaking ice as I tell you, “It’s over, Chris.” I can hardly believe I’m saying this, though I can feel my lips move.

Suddenly your rough, bold touch perforates my shield, weakening it to the membranous thinness of cling wrap. You surrround me from behind and I feel your arms encircling me, you pressed hard against my back, my shield gone, your biceps crushed against my mottled, over-handled shoulders.

I can feel your blood-warm breath on my neck, white square teeth harsh against the edge of my ear. I turn away as you threaten to bite, the brutish, ocean-washed familiarity of you, taurine leatherscent and herbal soap hard upon me.

“Get out,” I say weakly, barely istanbul otele gelen escort convincing myself that I mean it.

You stare at me, cobra-gold eyes prying my heart from my chest and I know you’ve heard what I said, know what I meant. Now, you disregard it, taking my hand and kissing my palm, my fingertips, working to my wrist, to my forearm and back to my hand. It trembles with every emotion I’ve ever conceived of, and a few I cannot identify. Somehow, they’re all based on pain. I can’t see straight, let alone think straight.

You glance up from devouring my fingers and notice I’m crying silently. Touching your lips to my tears, you drink of my sadness. The salt water turns cruel in you, vinegared wine. I can’t bear your nearness; in the same painful moment, I want to hide in your great embrace. I want you to disappear forever, see you die a violent death, knowing if you did, I’d want to die with you.

Disgusting. I let out a sob and you stop my mouth with yours, softest lips I’ve ever known. You taste sharp and metallic, blood on a knife’s blade plunging down my throat. I should bite your tongue as it ravishes my mouth, resist as you coax off the towel, kissing me slow and deep.

But I don’t. You don’t seem to care that I’ve gone completely passive, motionless except for tears. Silence. Your lips are on me, kissing every inch of me and tonguebathing my breasts. pendik escort Touching fingers to my tear- wet face, you paint salt around my nipples, then suck it off vigorously.

You kiss all over my skin, even the bruises, which you outline lightly with your snaking tongue, looking up at me to savor my hurt and embarrassed reaction. Your very touch taints my soul.

Grinning mischievously, you keep outlining, tracing the dark, sore spots on my arms, my legs, my breasts and shoulders. I’m trying to fight back sobs, spasming, and you know it but you won’t stop. As the next tear threatens to fall, in a split-second your hand is between my legs, testing to see how wet I am. My body has betrayed me, succumbed to your touch. I’m dripping to my thighs. You discover this with mean-spirited glee and slide your finger into my cunt brusquely, holding it there while I squirm. I gasp with surprise and stifle a sob as I try to get away from your hand, from you. I don’t want pleasure now but you hold me tightly to you, wiggling your finger gently until I do want it. The ache of sex eclipses all others, visible and occult.

I’ll let you fuck me and then I’ll leave you like I should have long ago. You soil me, consume my higher being, and in doing so leave me to bestially crave every part of your body.

I hate you for this, but I hate myself even more.

All is lost. Kissing hard against the paisley fabric of your boxers, I work my tongue through the opening. I taste first silk then you, as wet as I am, your second mouth clenching as I flick at your clit rhythmically.

The rich, hot oceaned musk of you slides through my body, serpentine, wriggling deeply into me and taking a stranglehold on the last fragment of my resolve, gently choking it to death.

We were so happy, for a time.

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I’m not Jewish or Christian so for any inaccuracies I apologize

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Dec 23rd

“Hey honey, how’s it going at your folks’ place?” Diana asked while the slim, blonde, twenty two year old stretched out her long frame on her queen-sized bed. Her childhood room hadn’t changed much since she had moved out, and as she chatted on the phone with her girlfriend her eyes wandered over the décor. ‘Wow I can’t believe I still have that poster of the New Kids! What was I thinking? Hmm well that was during the time period when I was faking being straight.’ at that thought she chuckled.

On the other end of the line Rachel, who had been telling Diana the pain of being at home and visiting the relatives, huffed out “Well I’m glad you think it’s funny that my cousin told everyone about the time I got drunk and puked in the punch bowl, cuz I most certainly don’t think it is!” Rachel stormed about her room throwing back her long raven locks, upset at her girlfriend.

“What? Punch bowl? I have no idea what you’re talking about honey.” The blonde stated slightly confused “I was just wondering why I still had my New Kids poster, when we all know I was desperately in love with Tiffany at the time.”

“Oh, so you weren’t listening to me?” The dark haired girl pouted on her cell.

“No, I totally was listening, but I was definitely not laughing at you” Diana said quickly, into her cell’s headset, to placate her girlfriend.

“Good, so anyways…”

About twenty minutes later the phone call was winding down, when Rachel asked “So what do you want for X-mas this year?”

“Hon, you don’t have to get me anything. I know that since you’re Jewish you don’t celebrate it, so don’t worry about it.”

“But it’s important to you. I’ve seen your computer at our apartment: the dancing Santa screensaver, a Rudolph pointer, and Christmas tree desktop. Oh and the little stocking hanging on the side of the computer! I appreciate the fact that you didn’t go all crazy with decorating, even when I know you want to, but I want to get you something for X-mas! Besides, there is no way I’m getting you eight presents, I’m too poor right now!” She said jokingly, there was no way that a doctor such as herself was poor, but it was a long-standing joke between the two of them.

In fact they had met when Rachel had been running late for her shift at the University med center and had no change for the meter she had parked at. Desperate she had turned to the first person she saw, Diana, and asked for change. After a second in which the blonde had taken in the shabbily dressed and tired woman, Diana had dug some change out of her purse and given it to her. It wasn’t till later that evening when the tall blonde’s roommate had drank too much and was taken to the ER, that she saw the cute brunette again, but this time Rachel was alert and full of energy. Rachel had tended to Diana’s roommate and had recognized the young woman who had helped her out earlier; she invited her for coffee as a way to thank her, but really it was a ploy to get to know the attractive blonde better. The two started out as friends, but soon were dating and then moved in together over the summer.

This was a first for both of the women, since neither had ever before been in a serious committed relationship. Rachel had thought that there would be a lot of problems, since she was always on call and worked long shifts and would hardly get to see her girlfriend, but Diana had been extremely understanding about the situation and all of their differences. It was because of these reasons that Rachel loved her girlfriend and she wanted to get her something that expressed her feelings fully for this wonderful woman.

“So tell me, what you really want and maybe if you’ve been a good girl I’ll get it for you.” The dark haired woman teased.

“Hmm really?! Well,” Diana continued in a husky voice, “I wish you were here right now, so I could make love to you.”

“Oh, you’re so naughty! Well I wish I was there too baby, but maybe we can pretend. So what are you wearing?” Rachel asked coyly.

“Well I’m in a tank, and the silk boxers you bought me.”

“Oh my favorite, but I think you’re wearing too many clothes for this to work, so why don’t you just slip out of the shirt and boxers, and stretch out that gorgeous body of yours on your bed. Mmmm I love the way you look, I could just eat you up, but we’ll save that for later.” Rachel said wickedly getting a groan of response from her girl.

“Hmm I think I’ll start by running my fingers gently over your breasts, they feel so good. Your nipples are so responsive, I love tweaking them into hard little nubs!” on the other side of the Diana was playing with herself in exactly the way Rachel was instructing her; she was gently pinching her nipples and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, imagining that it was her girlfriends talented hands stimulating her perky mounds.

“Oh Rachel, please I need more! Don’t escort istanbul tease me!” The excited blonde pleaded desperately with her lover. “I need you so badly babe!”

“Hmm aren’t we eager tonight?!” The petite woman purred into her phone.

“Well,” Diana managed to moan out, “it’s been nearly a week since I last saw you, and you know how, mmm, demanding I can be!”

“Yeah I do, and that’s one of the things I lo…like about you.” Rachel quickly amended hoping that the slip hadn’t been noticed, she wasn’t exactly sure of Diana’s feelings and didn’t want to say something that would mess up the relationship. After all Di was five years younger and still in college, but her girlfriend’s attention was somewhat diverted and Diana didn’t hear the slip that she sorely wanted to hear.

“So I’m slowly sliding my right hand down your smooth tan skin, and soft belly, while my left is continuing to tease your nipples and massage your breasts. My right hand slides through your little patch and down your slick folds; you’re so wet! I gently trace my fingers around your moist heat, getting my fingers slick with you’re juices and I slide my index and pointer fingers into you. Gently pumping at first then harder as your hips buck up to meet them.”

At this point the statuesque blonde was moaning loudly into the phone, as she slid her fingers in and out of herself at a furious pace “Oh so close, unngh, oh God! Please!”

“Thrusting harder and faster, in and out of your soaked core, as I’m doing this I flick my thumb over your clit, a few times…and that’s why on Hanukkah we light the menorah.” Rachel said quickly to cover up the fact that she was having phone sex with her girlfriend as her mother came into her room unannounced to tell her something.

On the other end of the phone Diana, shuddering intensely as she had cum when she flicked her thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves, was slightly confused as her girlfriend was saying something about Hanukkah.

“Well, honey I gotta go, my mom’s here. Hope I answered all your Hanukkah questions. I miss you lots bye!”

“Wait, what?” The blonde panted still slightly confused as she listened to the dial tone on her phone. She sighed, wishing once again that Rachel were with her. ‘Damn! I didn’t even tell Rach what I wanted the most was her!’ Lazily the flaxen haired beauty got up and wandered over to her bathroom for a shower.

Dec 24th

The next morning Rachel headed over to her uncle Jakob’s jewelry store to see if the jewelry she had requested was ready. She had asked if her uncle could make a special charm for a necklace that she was planning on surprising Diana with. Her uncle had happily agreed since Rachel was his favorite niece, and had called her up yesterday afternoon to tell her that the piece was done. The charm was small, about an inch, but was an exquisitely worked Christmas tree. What made the tree unique was the fact that the trunk was a small cross, the body was an inverted heart, and the star at the top of the tree was the Star of David, and decorating the tree were little precious stones.

When Rachel saw the piece she was amazed at its simple beauty and elegance. It was beyond what she had expected and felt that it expressed her love for her girlfriend wonderfully. Her uncle questioned whether it met with her approval, and all Rachel could do was nod and give him a huge hug.

“Oh, it’s perfect! I hope she’ll like it!” The pleased woman gushed, eyes shining happily.

“Oh I’m sure she will, especially since you spared no expense in conveying what you really feel for her. The family is excited that you’ve found someone to love, and we don’t care that you’re going out with a shikse. We’re happy that you’ve found someone that means this much to you, and we all want you to be happy. No matter what you do Rachel, we are always proud of you, and I’m sure your father would say the same if he was still with us.”

“Oh feter, dank, a sheynem dank.” Rachel choked out hugging her uncle, the man who had helped raise her when her father had died when she was only ten, and the man she considered a father as well.

“Oh dumpling enough of this! It’s a happy time so I don’t want to see any tears alright?” At Rachel’s smile he continued on “Now this girl, is she the same one we met at your cousin Eli’s wedding?” When she nodded he laughed a little then said, “Ah I remember her! She was really funny, intelligent, polite and not to mention attractive. Oh and she was such a firecracker, you know how she was dancing with your cousin Milt? Well that boy grabbed her behind and you know what she did? Ha, she just grabbed his and asked how he liked it, we laughed so hard at him!”

Rachel smiled proudly as she thought about her girlfriend ‘Yup, that sounds like my girl.’

“So when are you going to see her? And tell her how you feel?”

“Well, I was planning on going in the morning, so I wouldn’t miss istanbul sınırsız escort dinner at Aunt Rebecca’s, and surprising her. I already called her parents and they said that her brother is coming in, so they’ll send her to the airport around ten, so she should be back by 11:30. If I leave by 8 tomorrow I should get to her house by 10:30.”

“Ah good plan, and when are you planning on returning? Hopefully before the last candle lighting?” Her uncle asked.

“Well of course, like I would miss the dinner at your house, there is no way I’m missing tanta’s latkas!” The tiny brunette said indignantly “And I hope that I’ll be bringing Diana as well, if that’s okay with you and tanta?”

“Of course, don’t be silly! We all want the opportunity to meet her again, if only to be able to tease Milt.” Jakob said laughingly “Now my girl, since you are going to their house on an important holiday, what have you gotten them? I mean it never hurts to grease the wheels a little.”

The two chatted for a few more minutes, but then a harried looking man entered the store in search of the perfect Christmas gift for his wife. Rachel hugged her uncle again, said she would see him later, gave him the check for the necklace, and headed on her way, leaving her uncle free to offer his expertise to the frantic man.

Dec 25th

“Diana, get up or else you’re gonna be late picking up Eric from the airport!” Jennifer Richards called into her youngest child’s room.

“Aww mom, you’re already up why don’t you and dad go? And whatever happened to Merry Christmas” She complained as she snuggled further into her bed.

“Diana Christina Richards! Get your butt up right now; you know that your dad and I are expecting a guest this morning, that’s why we asked you yesterday if you would pick Eric up. And you agreed; maybe if you hadn’t stayed out late last night with your friends there wouldn’t be this problem today! Now hurry up sweetie, and get dressed then come down for some breakfast okay?”

Mrs. Richards left her grumbling daughter and headed downstairs to see if the food was ready. When she got there she kissed her husband and gave him an excited smile. “Wow David, I can’t believe how excited I am for Rachel coming over. She makes Di so happy, and she is just so great!”

“Yeah I know hun, she really is good for Diana. Remember last year when she broke up with that Erica girl, she was just so depressed. It really scared me for a while, but now she’s better than she’s ever been. So what’d you get Rachel for X-mas?”

But before she could reply, their daughter stomped her way noisily into the kitchen. “Well good morning sunshine! Merry Christmas” David said to his daughter.

“Hmm what’s to be merry about?” the grumpy blonde questioned despondently “I was woken up early, and on one of the most important holidays of the year I can’t even spend it with my girlfriend!”

The two parents looked over at each other and smiled. “Aww sweetie, you know she would do anything to be with you right now.” Jennifer said soothingly to her.

“Sorry I’m being like mega bitchy. You’re right, and after all holidays are times for families, and it’s not like I don’t want to be here, but I miss her. I haven’t seen in her a week! I mean I usually don’t see her every day but I see her a few times a week. Uggh who knew that this would be so hard!” Diana said dramatically then got up from the table while grabbing a couple of cookies and a travel mug of coffee “Well I better go get Eric, see ya later, and Merry X-mas.”

“Hmm I think I know what her reaction will be to Rachel being here.” Mr. Richards said with a big smile “So what’d you get her for X-mas?”

Twenty minutes later Rachel pulled into the Richards driveway. She got out of her SUV and headed up the walk, which had been recently cleaned of snow. She knocked on the door, and was greeted by an enthusiastic hug from Mrs. Richards.

“Oh Rachel, I’m so glad you made it okay, how was the drive? Not too bad I hope, come in, we’ll move your car later, so Di doesn’t realize you’re here.”

As usual Rachel was welcomed into the house with a great sense of warmth. Ever since her first visit, the Richards had accepted her and received her like she was part of the family. They had all instantly clicked and Rachel felt that they got along so well because the Richards and her own family were very similar. Of course in the traditional sense, the two families were quite different, but there was just a loving feeling that they both exuded that made the petite brunette feel comfortable and at home.

“Actually, Mrs. Rich…I mean Jenny, we won’t have to move the car, it’s my uncle’s so Diana won’t recognize it. But I do need some help bringing in my bags and a couple of other things.”

“Of course. David! Where are you, Rachel’s here!”

“Ahh my little matzoh ball,” Dave teased, “we were wondering if you were kadıköy escort ever going to come. Come give us a hug.”

Rachel smiled at the tall teddy bear of a man, who was so physically different from her own skinny shorter father and uncle, but radiated the same charm and kindness that they did.

The hugs were given, and then David and Rachel headed outside to get the bags and gifts Rachel had brought along. When David saw that Rachel had brought gifts for the whole family, even Diana’s Dauschaund Hercules, he smiled and thought ‘This girl is really special’

After her things were taken up to Diana’s room and the presents added to the ones already under the tree. The three sat in the kitchen talking, while Mrs. Richards prepared a light fruit salad for Rachel. The three were laughing when the front door was opened and the two younger Richard’s entered the house noisily. Eric burst into the kitchen and made a beeline to his parents, completely passing by the willowy brunette in his haste. After he greeted them he turned and saw Rachel who had Hercules on her lap, but before he could say anything a shushing motion from his mom silenced him. He quickly smiled, picked up Hercules and gave Rachel a quick hug, as they were all waiting for his ever so slow sister.

“Hey mom,” Diana called out as she entered the kitchen “have you seen Hercu… oh my God Rachel!” The tall blonde hurled herself towards her girlfriend, and picked her up, crushing her tightly to her body and giving her a kiss that left them both gasping for air. “What are you doing here, honey? I thought you were going to be with your family for your week off.”

Blushing Rachel said “Well I was with them, but they understand. However, I must admit that they said if I spent Christmas with you, that you have to come with me and spend time with us during the last night of Hanukkah, which sadly is the day after tomorrow. So I’m sorry Mr. and Mrs. Richards, but I’m gonna have to steal her away from you.” Rachel said looking at the Richards family, who just laughed and said that it wasn’t a problem. “Now umm Diana could you let go of me? I’m kind of losing feeling in my arms.” again everyone laughed as a reluctant Diana loosened her grip on her girlfriend, but didn’t totally let her go.

“Alright, now that everyone’s here, lets go unwrap some presents!” Eric said, while rubbing his hands together with a mercenary look.

When they started unwrapping presents, Rachel stood back and watched the family, but she was surprised when Diana gave her some boxes and said with a smile “I think Santa left these for you.” Rachel gave a lopsided grin and opened them; inside she found a tan cashmere sweater, a glove/scarf/hat set, a couple of her favorite movies on DVD, and in the last box that said from Diana, a stethoscope.

Rachel was overwhelmed when she saw the gift. How had Diana even remembered that she had said she had broken her stethoscope a few days before, she had only mentioned it in passing. The amazed woman lifted the stethoscope out of the box and looked at it closer, on the front of the disk she noticed some writing and read ‘To Rachel, with every beat of my heart; Love, Diana. Rachel smiled and felt her eyes water at the message; she looked over at Diana, and saw that she was quietly observing her reaction. Rachel got up, walked the few feet over to her girlfriend, sat on her lap and whispered, “I love you too.” before lowering her lips to the soft pair beneath hers, and nibbling gently.

The rest of the family quietly observed this little moment, until Eric interrupted by saying “Hey where’s my kiss? I got you those DVD’s of Sabrina and GiGi. You know how hard the clerk laughed at me when I went to pay for them?”

“Hey keep you’re grubby paws to yourself, and find your own girlfriend.” Diana said while cradling her slightly shorter girlfriend in her arms.

The five of them opened the rest of their presents, but Rachel had decided to give the necklace to her girlfriend in private, so Diana when she opened the “gift” from her girlfriend smiled and thanked her for the painting by a little known artist that she really liked.

The rest of the day went by quite lazily. Everyone just spent the time talking, and eating Christmas lunch. Towards the evening, the older Richards said that they were going over to an X-mas party at their friend’s place; when asked if the kids would like to join them, the three young people looked at each other and vehemently declined the invite. Eric started calling his friends to see if they wanted to hang out or something, and managed to get invited to a much better party.

The two girls decided to just spend a quiet evening home and watch all the old Christmas movies that would be playing on TV; so around nine that evening they were alone in the house watching the Frosty special on one of the family stations. Rachel was sitting with her shoulder pillowing Diana’s head and her arm wound around her girlfriend. It was about then that Rachel decided the time was appropriate to give Diana her real Christmas gift. As she pulled away, the taller blonde complained, but the brunette said she had to go to the bathroom. She quickly hurried to her purse, and grabbed the wrapped box. When she came back she shyly handed it to Diana; the younger woman looked at it puzzled

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Heading down the stairs for the drinks Sammi thought she would have a snoop around; walking into the lounge she noticed that one of the cupboard doors on the dresser was open and she just had to take a look inside, slowly pulling it open so she could see what was in it; she looked in wonderment at all the different gadgets that the girls kept in there; whips, chains, different size dildos and vibrators, butt plugs, blindfolds, handcuffs, tubs of lubricant; she thought that the only ones they had were the ones in the bedroom, how wrong could she have been, but what fun they could all have!!

Sammi left the door as it was and went through to the dining room where she noticed that there was an extra door that was locked; she decided that for now that was enough snooping and went to get the drinks…

Meanwhile back in the bedroom Danni and Lorna continued to play; Lorna had Danni’s legs up in the air and was fucking her dripping love box hard with the eight inch strap-on dildo…

“AHHH YES…YES…FUCK ME HARDER…PLEASE…PLEASE,” she screamed euphorically; droplets of sweat trickling down her beautiful face, Lorna looked on amorously as her lover orgasmed over and over…

Danni trying to kick her legs like a mule; Lorna teasing her with the tip of the silicone cock…

“NO NO…PLEASE FUCK ME…” she begged, her head swishing from side to side, her fingers clawing at the bed clothes…

Lorna thrust harder making Danni wail with wanton desire for more; she did as her lover wanted and pushed the dildo deeper inside her juicy pussy making her squeal…

“YES…YES…YES…DON’T STOP…PLEASE DON’T STOP…” she squealed.

Sammi walked into the bedroom her hands full with the drink bottle and tumblers…she put them down on the dresser and decided to join her new friends; kissing Danni full on the lips before licking and flicking her hard nipples, taking them between her teeth and gently nibbling; Danni could feel the orgasm raging through her body, the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach, her senses on fire and the flow of climatic energy too much to take she had to let go; the juices flowed from her like a broken dam…

“Fuck that was amazing,” Danni smiled, lying there motionless, spent of all energy.

“You’re learning fast Sammi.” Lorna told her new friend.

“I have good teachers; when can we use the stuff that’s in your dresser downstairs!” Sammi said excitedly.

Both Danni and Lorna couldn’t believe that she had been nosing around when she was downstairs, but it was Danni’s reaction that would be Sammi’s downfall…

“You know what happens to naughty girls don’t you?” Danni said menacingly.

“No I don’t…why not tell me?” Sammi answered quite nervously.

“We get to do whatever we want to them…whenever we want to!” was the reply from Lorna.

“Well have I been a naughty girl?”

“Well you did snoop around without asking…so yes you have…now are you willing to pay your forfeit?” Danni asked.

“Yes, but please be kind to me,” Sammi replied smiling sweetly.

The two lovers looked at each other and couldn’t quite believe that Sammi was willing to let them do whatever they wanted to her, but couldn’t wait to get her in to their very own locked room; but for now they would have a drink and get some sleep, making sure that Sammi stayed in the middle of them all night…

“Come let’s have a drink and then get some rest; they’ll be plenty of time to play tomorrow,” Danni said beckoning Sammi to sit next to her.

“Erm that sounds fantastic; I can’t wait,” the wanton blonde smiled…

Sitting on the bed drinking the bourbon poured by Lorna, Sammi began to wonder what she was letting herself in for, but she trusted her friends and knew they wouldn’t push her too far…well not the first time anyway!!

“You okay?” Lorna asked Sammi.

“Yeah I’m fine, just a little tired,” she answered.

“Come lay next to me you poor thing; have we worn you out?” Danni told her sarcastically.

Getting into the bed she was lying to face Danni; behind her she could feel that Lorna had lifted the bed covers to get in behind her; Danni softly began to caress Sammi’s tits, kissing and nibbling her hard nipples; Lorna started to squeeze her new friends ass cheeks with one hand and with the other she had once again found Sammi’s erect love bud…

“I thought you were tired?” Lorna said to Sammi.

“I am…please let me sleep…”

“We will I promise, but first we are going to play again…aren’t we Danni?” Lorna told her quite abruptly.

“Oh yes…just a few more times!” Danni said laughing, before kissing Sammi full on and probing deep into her mouth with her tongue.

Lorna continued to tease at Sammi’s bud with her fingers, slowly at first and then quicker; making her groan and mewl, before she pulled them away altogether not allowing her new friend to climax; Danni kissed and licked her way down Sammi’s toned body, reaching her love box and meeting Lorna’s fingers…

“I’ll let you lick her sweet juices now; I have a new istanbul eskort toy to play with!” Lorna said menacingly.

Making Sammi pout her ass and lift one leg in the air both lovers could now work on teasing there defenceless friend; Danni licked and sucked at her bud while Lorna began to probe Sammi’s pussy first with two fingers and continued until she fit four comfortably up her soaking wet pussy juices seeping out, over her fingers and trickled down the crack towards Sammi’s arsehole; pulling out her fingers she traced one of the trickles and slowly began to stroke at the puckered bud, Lorna softly massaged Sammi’s sweet juice into her tight butt hole; her breathing was raged, her groans grew louder more frenzied, she started to pant as the orgasm ripped through her, every vein feeling like it was on fire as she released the torrent of sweet tasting juices, her body bucked before going limp almost lifeless…

“Oh fuck…you two are brilliant,” Sammi whispered after getting her breath back.

The three friends got back under the bed clothes and slept until the morning…

Lorna woke quite early well for her anyway; she decided to leave her two friends in bed and headed for the shower; the water felt luxurious cascading down her body, over her pert nipples; she began to recall the fun of the night before and found herself very excited about the more than willing ‘slave’ that Danni and herself had found in Sammi, she wondered just how far they could push her; her bean was hard and was waiting to be flicked; she reached for the dildo kept in the bathroom glided it into her wetting pussy and rubbed at her bud until she felt her body start to tingle, she knew her orgasm was about to envelope her self being and stopped; wanting to climax but was trying to train her mind to wait she kept herself on the edge…

Walking down the stairs she could hear shouting coming from outside by the road, she looked out of the window that was half way down the stairs and couldn’t believe what she was witnessing; Phil the sleaze was having an argument with the tart’s husband…

“Keep your fucking hands off my wife!” the angry husband shouted throwing in a punch for good measure…

Lorna thought it was great fun and was silently cheering for the husband…poor bastard having to put up with a slut like her for a wife…she wasn’t even that pretty Lorna thought…

“Oh fuck off…if you fucked her a few more times then she wouldn’t go elsewhere for it,” Phil shouted angrily.

“You cheeky bastard…” his burly opponent replied, before once more throwing a punch that landed its mark square on the chin, sending Phil flying backwards onto the pavement…

Lorna couldn’t stop laughing, she even re-enacted it punching the air and thinking ‘take that sleaze bag’; she continued down the stairs, reaching the kitchen she switched on the kettle as Danni will want tea to drink and made a fresh pot of coffee; then started breakfast fresh ham and cheese croissants followed by fresh fruit with natural yoghurt…

The doorbell rang Lorna wanted to ignore it, but decided to answer the door; opening the door she wasn’t shocked to see that the person standing there was ‘Phil the sleaze bag’; she didn’t invite him in, instead she went and stood on the porch and pulled the door shut behind her…

“What do you want?” Lorna scoffed.

“Is Sammi here?” he asked.

“Yes why…”

“Well where the fuck is she…I need her to come take care of my face,” he spat.

“She is sleeping we all had a late night, so I’m not prepared to wake her, why don’t you ask the tart you were with last night to patch you up, or better still do it you’re fucking self you lazy cunt!” Lorna said with pure venom.

“Go and fucking wake her now.”

“No now fuck off, unlike Sammi I’m not afraid of you,” she answered between gritted teeth.

“You fucking bitch…” he shouted whilst walking off down the driveway.

Going back into the house she heard that Danni and Sammi were awake; well that or they have ghosts she thought laughing at her own jokes; the lustful groans from upstairs sounded wonderful; going once more into the kitchen she finished making the breakfast and shouted up to the girls…

“Girlies breakfast is ready.”

Hearing no reply she started to walk up the stairs; looking out of the window on her way where she saw the sleaz getting trounced by another neighbour she smiled and thought good he deserved it; not having to go any further as she then heard laughter coming from the landing…

“Come on you two, breakfast is ready.”

“Well amongst other things we’ve just seen a very funny thing happening outside,” Sammi said trying to hold back her laughter.

“What was that then?”

“We saw Terry over the way giving Phil a smack on the chin!” Sammi said through her laughter.

“Yeah I saw that too…I thought you would be concerned.” Lorna replied.

“No not at all…it’s not the first time it’s happened…stupid man…he’ll go away for a few days now to sulk and no doubt istanbul eve gelen escort bed some other poor bitch.” Sammi smiled.

“So what are you planning on doing then Sammi?”

“Well I’m planning on staying with you two…if that’s okay…I have a forfeit to pay…remember!”

“It’s fine with me.” Danni said lustfully.

“Erm me too…you naughty girl Sammi,” Lorna told her.

The three of them sat down and had the breakfast that Lorna had prepared; chatting as if nothing had happened by the roadside; the focus was now on Sammi who had agreed as part of her forfeit amongst other things to get one of her friends to come around at a later date, but only when she was sure that they would be a willing participant in their type of fun and games; also to be a sex slave to both Lorna and Danni; she couldn’t wait to get started but first there were the mundane things to do around the house, the lovers reassured her that the games would start soon very soon…

They finished breakfast and started to do the household tasks; Sammi helped and then went back to her house to make sure it was all locked up properly and to tell the housecleaner to take a few days off; whilst she was away Danni and Lorna readied the locked room; they were excited as it was the first time they had used it with another woman…

“Oh I hope she likes it…” Danni said.

“I’m sure she will if last night is anything to go by!” Lorna replied smiling.

“You okay with this darling?” Danni asked her lover.

“Yes it will be fun as long as you’re happy…then I am,” she replied.

“Right let’s get this room prepared…she’s one lucky bitch,” Danni laughed to Lorna.

Entering the room there was definitely an aroma of soft new leather; Danni switched on the light and the red and black wallpaper looked so sexy; as did the red leather futon with matching chair and stool; the soft furnishing equally as stunning; the few pictures that hung on the walls were of ladies at play in different eras; all adding to the sexual ambience…

Lorna went to get some of the toys from the dresser in the lounge, plus other things; they had decided to start the fun at around four in the afternoon that would give them enough time to go to the pub for some lunch and get back in enough time…

The doorbell rang so Danni went to answer the door…

“Lorna quickly come and help?” she shouted.

Running to help not really knowing what had happened; she reached the hallway and found Danni helping Sammi through the door…

“What the hell has happened?” she said, noticing that Sammi had a bloodied nose and cut lip.

“That sleazy bastard has obviously hit her…” Danni answered; doing her best to calm her new friend from crying; trying to get the reason behind her injuries out of her…

Lorna went to the kitchen to get the first aid box and a tumbler of brandy for Sammi, just to calm her nerves; taking a gulp it seemed to calm Sammi a little well enough so she could tell her friends what happened before she began she took another drink from the tumbler…

“You are right Danni that fucking bastard did hit me, but only after I told him that I’d had enough and made him pack his bags; well what was left of his things after I’d cut the most of them up; we started to argue and he actually blamed me for his misdemeanours; saying that if I paid him more attention last night he wouldn’t have gone with that slut; I told him to fuck off and asked him about all the other times, he didn’t really know what to say so he hit out at me; he’s gone to his mothers now and I’ve got the keys to the car and house; first thing Monday morning I will file for divorce,” she sniffled whilst finishing her drink.

Lorna and Danni listened intently to their friend giving her reasons for being in such a mess; they reassured her that she could stay as long as she liked and that when she wanted to return home they would accompany her to make sure he wasn’t there…

“Now let’s get you cleaned up?” Lorna said holding out a cotton wool pad soaked in water.

“Thanks girls.” Sammi said smiling.

“Yes we have a lunch date at The Bear and Pole pub in the next village!” said Danni.

Cleaning her face up Lorna realised that Sammi needed to be loved and not used, but it would be her choice and not theirs…

Tastefully dressed they headed to the pub; studying the menu they all decided what they were having; Lorna made a mental note of the table number and her friends requests for food, drinks etc. and went to the bar to order…

“Hi, what can I get for you?” the bargirl asked.

Taking a look at the young girl Lorna smiled and thought to herself, ‘good god you’re beautiful’; she had eyes like dazzling emeralds a voluptuous figure and her face was angelic with flawless skin all dressed with her immaculate red hair cut very short; snapping herself out of the gaze Lorna answered…

“Sorry I’d like two rumps steaks cooked medium with the boiled rice, French fries and the peppercorn göztepe escort sauce…one tuna steak with French fries and a dressed salad…”

“Would you like any drinks?”

“Oh yes…we’d like a chilled bottle of Pinot Grigio with three glasses and a bucket of ice.” Lorna replied with a smile.

“Your table number please?” the little red head asked.

“Number seven, just over there; if you wait on us there will be a huge tip for you?” Lorna smiled.

“I’ll do my best, if you’d like to take a seat at your table I’ll gladly bring your drinks over,” the young girl replied smiling.

Walking back to the table Lorna remembered she had seen the young bargirl somewhere before but couldn’t think where from; reaching the table her friends were chatting away Sammi being her ditzy self and Danni smiling from ear to ear and rolling her eyes at what she’d just heard…

“What’s the joke can I join in?” Lorna asked.

“It wasn’t meant to be a joke, I just said…” Sammi started to explain but got cut mid sentence by Danni…

“No need to explain…I understand,” Lorna said smiling coyly at her two friends.

“I think our drinks are about to arrive,” Danni announced, as the young girl delivered the drinks to the table.

“Hi Abby, I didn’t know you worked here chick.” Sammi said smiling at the young red head.

“Hi Sammi, yeah I work here when I’m not at Uni it gives me some money in my pocket; would you like me to put this in the middle of your table?” Abby answered.

“Yes please that would be lovely.” Danni smiled.

“Thank you and if I can get you anything, please ask?” Abby smiled as she walked away.

“How do you know Abby then Sammi?” Lorna asked with intrigue.

“She lives in our close, over the road a few doors down from the neighbourhood bike,” she answered.

Drinking the wine the three friends chatted away whilst waiting for their meal; Sammi filled them in on Abby’s background, everything from her parents right down to her little misdemeanour when Sammi first moved to the neighbourhood about five years ago; this in particular Lorna found very interesting…

“So she used to watch you getting in and out of the hot-tub,” Danni said.

“Yes she did. She must have been about fifteen or sixteen,” Sammi answered.

Seeing her walking to the table with their food the three friends changed the subject of conversation and smiled politely; leaving Lorna having to guess if anything else had happened; whilst the girl was placing the food on the table Lorna gave her a gentle squeeze on her thigh just under her ass cheek, the girl looked at her and winked…

“Enjoy your meals ladies,” she smiled cheekily…

Finishing their meals and the wine Abby came over to collect the plates…

“Can I get you any desserts ladies?” she asked.

“We’ll have a look at the menu and I’ll come down to order,” Lorna replied.

While they perused the long list of desserts Danni went to the bar to order more wine, on her return she had a gleeful look in her eye…

“You’ll never guess what my friends,” she said smiling.

“What what?” Both Lorna and Sammi said in unison.

“That young girl fancies you Lorna; I swear she asked me that many questions I couldn’t answer quickly enough!” Danni exclaimed.

“Piss off Danni.” Lorna scoffed.

“Okay don’t believe me, but its true my dearest friend.”

“It probably is true, I never got round to telling you everything earlier, but without going into too much detail, she told me that she is like minded to us.” Sammi told them in a very matter of fact way.

“Well come on tell me what dessert you want? I think mine might work behind the bar,” Lorna laughed.

“You will have to share her with us?” Danni told her lover.

“Erm a sharing dessert. That sounds like fun!” Sammi smiled.

Danni and Sammi smiled as their friend went to the bar to try and get the young girl to join in their fun and games; reaching the bar Lorna waited for Abby to finish serving some other customers; so while she waited she studied her further Abby was about five feet six inches tall, a size sixteen at a guess with a lovely chunky ass and her tits heaved over the top of her blouse in a tasteful way not a slutty one, Abby was smartly dressed in her uniform of black pencil skirt and a white blouse they both hugged her figure beautifully and black leather ballet shoes. Having finished serving her previous customers Abby’s attention turned to Lorna; she smiled lustfully and asked…

“Hello again, what can I do for you?”

“Erm…well for starters I’ll have three fruit sundaes and for dessert…I think I’ll have you, that’s if you’re on the menu? Lorna asked smiling wantonly.

“Let me put the sundae order through and I’ll give you my details,” Abby replied smiling.

Lorna couldn’t believe what she had just heard, the young girl wanted her, but will she want the others to join in…

“Right I’m back…here’s my mobile number…I finish at five and will be available at around six thirty…please ring me.” Abby said almost begging.

Lorna walked back to where her friends sat with a stunned look on her face; after telling Danni and Sammi what happened at the bar the three friends giggled; they ate their sundaes, polished off the wine and headed back home with the knowledge that the night would be a little different than they had imagined…

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In yet another weary attempt to satisfy my bisexual urges I had placed a personal ad for “Women seeking Women” online and received many responses but one of the responses grabbed my attention. Her name was Amy and she seemed like a really friendly woman. Although I hadn’t seen a picture of her yet something told me that I was going to be intensely attracted to her. After we talked online for a couple of weeks we decided to take matters to the next level and exchange telephone numbers.

One night I was on my way out the door to the 94th and the phone rang. Yes it was Amy. We just started talking about the typical stuff – work, kids, boyfriends – and the subject of where we went to high school came up. As it turns out we went to the same high school and graduated the same year. At this point both of us were frazzled and trying to figure out who the other person was. After questioning each other back and forth it just so happened that Amy and I have known each other since junior high school but hadn’t talked since our high school graduation. We were both dumbfounded. We couldn’t believe that we had met again, years later over the internet especially bearing in mind the circumstances. Needless to say we got off the telephone pretty quick even though we wanted to continue talking. I think we both needed time for the initial shock to set in.

After talking for a few months and becoming better friends then we ever were in the past we decided that it was finally time to get together. So one Saturday evening off we went. I had hopes that we would hook up sometime over the course of the evening but I had no idea it would happen the way it did.

What I thought was going to be another mundane bisexual tryst turned out to be one of the most arousing nights of my life, thus yet. Amy picked me up around 9:30 and she looked great! I hadn’t seen her in about five years so I was a little apprehensive about seeing her but I wasn’t at all disappointed. Amy looked just as good if not better then she did years ago. She is a petite girl much like myself but she has a much more curvaceous body and beautiful, full breasts. I could have said to hell with going out for drinks and jumped on her right then and there. We had no idea where we were going to go or do for the next couple hours. Personally, I wanted to go and get a hotel room.

We started driving around trying to figure out different places to go when finally Amy suggested in a soft, wary voice that we go to a local go-go bar, The Purple Orchid. From that moment on I had a great feeling about the evening.

We stopped at another local bar, Hammerheads, to have a couple drinks and basically break the ice since this was Amy’s first date with a woman. This was a big mistake – it was anadolu yakasi escort the day before Valentine’s Day and there were single inebriated men out and on the prowl to put it mildly. After hearing a few pick-up lines we decided that it was unmistakably time to venture on to the Purple Orchid.

I think Amy felt a little uncomfortable about going to the Purple Orchid since she had never been in an go-go bar before. I was eminently excited! We walked into the bar and found a couple empty seats. All of the men in the bar were starring at us. If they didn’t have a totally bewildered look on their face then it was an ear to ear smile. After a couple beers Amy seemed to feel right at home watching the beautiful, naked women dance. We were talking, watching and having a great time. We joked about which of the girls we would like to take home with us for the night.

One particular dancer kept coming over to us after her sets were over. Her name was Kelly. She was adorable – tall and tan with a perfectly proportioned body. I told her how I had an interest in dancing and she grabbed my hand and told me to come on that she would give me an outfit because there was no time like the present. Amy sat there cheering her on but I chickened out. What Amy and I found really attractive about Kelly was her high-spirited disposition. Basically she was totally goofy and seemed like someone who knew how to have a good time. As time passed by the DJ mentioned to the crowd not to forget about getting couch dances. Amy and I just looked at each other. We could practically see the light bulbs above each other’s heads. Kelly was on her way back up to the stage when we stopped her to ask how much couch dances were. She got a big smile on her face and said that she would be over to take care of us as soon as she was done her set.

Well Kelly figured that she would get us worked up as much as possible before the couch dance. So the entire time she was on stage she dedicated herself to us. She was having a great time up on stage and we were having a great time watching her. She stood right in front of us caressing her beautiful breasts, sucking on her fingers, fondling her pussy. I don’t know about Amy but I was already wet.

Finally her set was over and she motioned to us to meet her at the other end of the bar. We walked into the partially sectioned off area where the girls showed off what they really had to offer. Kelly showed us both how and where to sit – I never knew there was a specific way to sit during a couch dance and she started dancing for us. It didn’t take long before she was right on top of me dancing and grinding against me. Before I knew it I was kissing her as she stroked my pussy. Then beylikdüzü escort she moved over to Amy and started kissing her and rubbing her breasts. Watching the two of them touching and kissing made my pussy so wet. Back and forth Kelly went between Amy and I. At this point Kelly was pretty much straddling over us. She was rubbing Amy’s pussy while I sucked on her firm breasts. Then Kelly sat backwards on my lap and placed my hands on her pussy. As I rubbed Kelly’s pussy I leaned over and started kissing Amy. Her lips were so soft – I just wanted to rip off her clothes right there and fuck her.

I was so enthralled with Kelly and Amy at this point that I barely heard the bouncer come over and tell Kelly that we had to calm down. We all stopped what we were doing and unfortunately returned to reality. Kelly’s time with us was just about over so we started to straighten our selves up. Kelly was laughing her ass off because we all had lipstick all over our faces. She grabbed me and then Amy and gave us a kiss good bye and thanked us for choosing her.

Needless to say we were both glowing with ecstasy. Amy and I went back to our seats at the bar but not before fighting off a couple of “high fives” and the shouts of “you go girls” from the men in the bar who got a glimpse of our little private show. After making her rounds through the bar Kelly stopped back over to talk to us. She was curious about why we chose her for the couch dance. I told her that it was her silliness that attracted us to her and she proceeded to start rubbing my inner thigh. I was so horny at this point that I wanted to get in the car with Amy and drive to the nearest hotel but we probably wouldn’t have made it past the parking lot.

Kelly headed back up to the stage and started fucking with us again. This time I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. As I watched her I placed my hand on Amy’s thigh and gently worked my way over to her pussy. As I touched her pussy from the outside of her tight fitting, black pants I could feel her panties getting wet. She sat there intently watching Kelly dance. I continued to rub Amy’s pussy, I wanted her to cum right there in the bar. I could see her biting on her lip and digging her nails into her thigh. I knew she was really close. Finally Amy’s body tightened up and she grabbed my hand. She just looked at me and kissed me.

We decided that it was time to leave the bar before we ended up in the bathroom fucking. So we threw on our coats as quick as possible and headed for Amy’s car. As she unlocked my door for me I came up behind her and started kissing her neck. She just stood there for a few minutes enjoying my kisses. She eventually turned around and started bostancı escort kissing me. Her soft, wet lips and our tongues thrusting against each other felt great. We stopped kissing abruptly as a car of guys drove by and started bellowing out vulgar remarks. We both agreed that Rising Sun Avenue wasn’t the place for this show of affection so we got into the car. As Amy drove we both sat there pretty quiet. I know our minds really weren’t on going home at least not separately.

Finally, Amy broke the silence. She told me that Dave, her boyfriend, said that he would not have a problem with her staying out over night to spend the night with another woman. My only response was that I knew of a few hotels with really nice rooms that had jacuzzis in them. On that note Amy pulled over to a dark parking lot and we started kissing, again. I slowly took off Amy’s shirt as well as her bra and began rubbing and kissing her breasts. She layed back in her seat just taking it all in. As I slipped my hand down her pants and began fingering her pussy. Her back began to arch and she was moaning with pleasure. I slid her pants and panties entirely off so that I would have full access to her pussy. The more fingers I slipped into her soaking wet pussy the loader she cried out. She was now thrashing her pussy in rhythm with my fingers. My pussy was so hot and wet from just watching her. I slid her seat all the way back, leaned over and started to go down on her. Her pussy was so wet and I was happy to be pleasing her. After a few minutes Amy began to cum. She couldn’t sit still.

After Amy regained her composure she began to undress me. First my shirt and then bra. She loved my nipple ring and it felt so good as she sucked and nibbled on it. Before long she was sliding off my pants and climbing on top of me. She began to grind her wet pussy against mine. As she straddled me I fondled and sucked on her breasts. When Amy started to finger me – I lost all control. The faster she fingered me the hotter and wetter I got. As I was cumming Amy started to kiss me hard and deep. I could feel the cum flowing out of my pussy.

I realized that I wasn’t ready to go home yet so I reclined my seat all the way and pulled Amy’s pussy up towards my face and I started to eat her out again. Despite the lack of space Amy couldn’t sit still again. It didn’t take long for both of us to cum again. I loved the taste of her cum in my mouth. Amy slowly slide down and I kissed every inch of her body that passed my lips. We just laid there for a little while softly kissing. I don’t think we could have gotten up if we wanted too. My legs were completely numb.

We realized it was really time for us to get home so reluctantly we started to get dressed. As we drove we didn’t say much – I guess we were afraid that we would end up making another pit stop. When Crista pulled up into my driveway I lean over and kissed her gently good bye. As I was getting out of the car she leaned over to my seat and told me that she had a great time and can’t wait till next time. How could I not absolutely agree with her?!?

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I had watched the same scene unfold at least three dozen times in the past two years, probably more. It always started out the same way, with a wispy, out of focus, image floating from the east wall of my bedroom. It looked like nothing more than a cloud of thin gray mist.

On the few occasions when the image would settle down in one place, it would come into better focus. When that happened, she would usually be standing near the foot of my bed.

You caught that, did you? Yes, I said, she. And a very lovely “she,” she was indeed, or at least she would become, as the mist congealed to give the cloud form.

Let me take you back to the beginning of this whole affair. As they say, “Beginning at the beginning is usually the best place to begin telling a tale.”

I inherited my home when my aging father passed away three years ago. My family had attended to the old place for several generations. I guess the average person would not find the idea of living in an old lighthouse to be particularly inviting, but being a writer, I found the solitude of its remote location quite appealing. Its mind-soothing serenity was only enhanced by the hypnotic rhythm of the huge breakers crashing against the base of the great stone cliffs far below. The haunting calls of the various feathered residents claiming the near-vertical rock face as their home added a splash of life to the otherwise-barren cliffs.

My grandfather and his father before him had spent their lives tending to the beacon atop the lighthouse. The beacon insured the safe passage of the many sailing vessels rounding the rocky point, by warning them to steer clear of the rock-laden waters near by. There were sharp jagged rocks out there, lurking just beneath the churning surface, some larger than a medieval castle. More than a few ships had gone down on those rocks attempting to take the short path around the point, taking many a sailor with them.

About the time my father was preparing to take over the job of attending the lighthouse from his father, a series of automated marker buoys were placed around the point with the latest high-tech equipment and navigational aids modern science had to offer. This event rendered the old lighthouse obsolete and put it out of service. I had dreamed of living in the lighthouse as a child, but without the job to go along with it, my father wouldn’t even consider the notion, but he had been able to purchase the old thing for a song and dance. I mean, how many people can say they own a damn lighthouse. I think he only wanted it because of its ties into our family history.

When my father passed it on to me, I wasted little time having the old thing renovated and a year later moved into it as my permanent residence. Several months after moving in, the sightings began. They were infrequent at first, but their frequency grew as time went on.

I have to admit, the first few times I saw it, the mist scared the holy shit outta me. After a while, I got use to it and pretty much figured it was fairly harmless. But the first time I saw it coming through my bedroom wall, which was on the fourth floor of the lighthouse, it damn near caused me to kill myself trying to get the hell outta there, down three flights of the steep spiraling staircase, and out the friggin’ front door. For several months afterwards, I slept on the sofa in the first-floor living room. I couldn’t force myself to sleep upstairs.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking; one of the prerequisites for being a fiction writer is that you must have an overactive imagination. True, but not the scenario in this particular instance. The only thing my imagination was overactive about at that time was trying to figure out how to get the hell away from that damn thing, that cloud, that whatever the hell it was, without having to give up my wonderful little lighthouse home. My imagination did give me a fit for a while though; I kept having visions of that old movie “The Fog.”

The cloud of mist would gradually seep through the exterior stone wall of my bedroom like many tiny droplets of molasses oozing through several layers of cheesecloth, then join into a single cloud of mist once they were through the cold stone wall.

I had never seen the mist in any other part of the lighthouse, so I determined it would be safe if I just moved into a different room for my bedroom. That was when things got interesting. After spending nearly two hours disassembling, moving, and reassembling my bed in a third-story room, I decided to take a little catnap before beginning the evening’s writing session. Much to my surprise, I discovered my bed had been moved back to its original room. It looked as though it had never been moved from the spot it was in.

Okay, perhaps that should have been the time to push the old panic button and get the hell outta the place. But I wasn’t gonna give up my wonderful lighthouse without first having put up a pretty damn good fight.

I’ve never been known for having the best decision avrupa yakasi escort making capacity on planet Earth, well, not for making the right decisions, anyway. In my infinite wisdom, I decided I would sleep on that bed, in that room, that very night. If I were a man, I guess you could say I was gonna show that cloud just what a massive set of balls I actually possessed.

I figured the cloud would just havta settle for a nice set of boobs instead. I hoisted up my bra straps a notch or two and marched right into the bedroom. I was ready to kick some cloud butt! I mean hell, I wasn’t gonna put up with that kinda crap. It was my damn lighthouse. That stinkin’ cloud didn’t have any rights to the place, and I was just the woman who was gonna convince it of that very fact.

“Okay, listen up! You can stop the shit right now, ’cause I ain’t goin’ a damn place! This is my lighthouse and you’re not welcome here! I’m gonna sleep in here tonight and you better leave my ass alone! You got that shit straight?” I roared, before marching out of the room, secure in the knowledge that I had just set that stupid cloud straight on a few points.

By bedtime my courage had waned somewhat. I checked my boobs, they both were still just as big as ever, but I was finding it most difficult to actually carry out my promise to myself, and the cloud, to sleep in the room that night.

After a nice, relaxing hot bath, I felt a bit more positive about myself and decided to go for it. What the hell, what could a cloud do to you besides cloud up and rain all over you, anyway? The rather large shaker full of Vodka Martinis I drank, while in the tub, might have helped to boost my courage a little too. But I’m not really too sure about that. That’s me, instant asshole, just add alcohol. Damn, my boobs even looked bigger after the first drink or two.

It took me a while to get to sleep, and once I had accomplished that major feat, I spent most of the night trying too recover from a series of seriously scary nightmares.

At 4:15 a.m. I was awakened by a strange feeling, like someone was staring at me. Standing at the foot of my bed was the image of a tall, slender woman, dressed in what I can only describe as a negligee, circa 1800. From what I could see of her, which was quite a lot actually because the negligee was very transparent, she was a very attractive woman, or at least, she had been a very attractive woman at one time.

At first, she scared the holy crap outta me. My mind tried desperately to come up with a new game plan. It appeared now that I was going to actually be doing battle with a real, genuine ghost type individual, it was no longer just a mysterious cloud of mist.

She stood there for several moments, just looking at me. I could do little more myself. I couldn’t make up my feeble little mind whether I should speak to her or make a break for the door. How fast can ghosts run?

Discretion being the better part of valor, I opted to bolt. I had made less than four fast strides toward the door before she appeared right between me and the door. I hit full-reverse thrusters, did a quick about-face, and literally dove back into the bed. She quietly returned to her vigilance at the foot of the bed. Walking without moving her feet was a pretty neat trick I thought. Now there’s a move Michael Jackson hasn’t mastered. Eat your heart out, Michael.

She seemed benevolent enough, showing no signs of wanting to harm me. I got brave, stepped slowly from the bed and began easing my way toward the door. I made it halfway before I froze in my tracks.

“Please stay,” a soft, non-existent voice spoke inside my head.

I turned toward my visitor. “Can you give me just a couple good reasons why I shouldn’t already be out the front door?” I said, trying not to let my fear show in my voice. Yeah, right, fat chance of that happening.

“Please stay,” the voice repeated. It wasn’t a real voice, just something inside my head.

“Not a chance! I’m outta here!” I yelled as I bolted through the door, slamming it tight behind me.

I spent the rest of the night sitting on my sofa downstairs. I didn’t see her again that night. I also didn’t get any more sleep; I was too busy talking to the big photo of my dad on the fireplace mantel. I figured he owed me some kind of reasonable explanation as to why he had ever bought the damn lighthouse in the first place. Naturally, I got no answers from him. He just sat there on the mantel with that silly-ass smirk on his face.

It took several weeks before I acquired enough courage to reenter the bedroom, but I finally tightened up my bra straps and gave it a try. Everything looked normal when I eased the door open and pulled my best imitation of a housecat sneaking into the room. Maybe an afternoon nap would be a smart thing to do to regain my confidence in the room. Ghosts don’t roam around during the day; they’re night people, right?

Wrong, I had been asleep only avrupa yakası escort a short while when I felt something moving in the bed, and it wasn’t me. I bolted up in the bed, but there was nothing there. After five minutes of heart pounding, breath-robbing anxiety, I was finally able to lie back down, deciding it had all just been in my head.

When I woke up the next time, I lay there for a few moments with my eyes closed. I was afraid to look; it felt like someone with a feather-light touch was stroking my forearm. It wasn’t hurting me; it just felt like someone was sliding her fingertips up and down my arm. I said, “her,” because I could detect a hint of a light sweet fragrance in the air.

I remained completely still for a long while, not letting on that I was awake. The soft stroking continued. It was actually starting to feel nice and relaxing, almost like the caring touch of a lover.

I opened my eyes just in time to see the misty cloud vanish. Maybe she is as afraid of me as I am of her, I thought to myself. She certainly didn’t seem to be harmful in any way. But I had noticed one disturbing thing about her; I sensed a great loneliness in her while she was touching my arm. Don’t ask, I don’t know, I just felt it, okay? I also learned that ghosts are not necessarily just night people, or beings, or whatever you wanna call them. It had been broad daylight when all this happened. I guess, like writers, ghosts don’t keep regular hours either.

There was one good thing that came out of that little afternoon nap, I now pretty much figured out that the ghost had no intention of harming me and I could go back to sleeping in my bedroom, in my own bed. If she was lonely and just wanted to touch my arm while I slept, that would be fine with me. I think she just wanted some company.

I know, I know; I’m a total idiot, right? Save it for later, it gets better.

I was hard at work later that evening laboring over my latest novel. For having been pounding away at the keyboard for hours I sure hadn’t made much progress. My mind kept roaming back to my visitor, the cloudy mist that magically transforms into a beautiful woman. I no longer considered her a threat, but not knowing who she was or where she came from was playing havoc with my imagination, making concentration difficult, if not impossible. My work had actually been suffering over the last few weeks because of my inability to keep my mind off of her and on my work.

I hate it when I am trying to work and my brain refuses to cooperate; it makes for a long frustrating night. I finally decided to go to bed. A good eight hours rest might get the old think factory back in decent order. I sure as hell wasn’t getting much accomplished by sitting and staring blankly at my computer screen. Besides, there just might be a fantastic story concealed within my mysterious newfound misty friend.

“Yeah, sure, like I’d have the gonads to intelligently interview a ghost. Not!” I said to the cute little teddy bears rolling by on my screensaver. Seems like I’ve been staring at those teddy bears a lot lately. My teddy bears and I have this love-hate relationship. I love to look at them, but I hate to see them, because when they’re rolling by it means I’m not typing, which equates to I’m not getting any work done, which in turn translates into “I ain’t making nooo money, honey.”

It took me quite a while to fall off to sleep; I was too busy watching the east wall in case my visitor might return. I eventually managed to drift off, only to float right into one of the most erotic dreams I had ever had. In the dream, I was lying naked on a blanket atop one of the massive boulders jutting up out of the rolling ocean, several hundred yards from the safety of shore. How I got there, I haven’t a clue.

I could feel the warm evening sun slowly toasting my skin to a golden brown. Occasionally, a cooling spray of fine mist would rain down on me after a big wave smashed full-force against the huge rock, sending the water showering skyward.

The setting sun had disappeared behind the great cliffs when a mermaid, riding the crest of a large wave, surfed right up on my rock. After the water had lifted her onto the rock, it cascaded back into the swirling water below, she slid up next to me, using her arms to slide along on her butt, or whatever you would call it on a mermaid.

She said nothing; just sat there with a big beautiful smile on her exquisite face. I didn’t have too much to say either; I was in absolute awe of her beauty. I guess the fact there was a fish-lady sitting next to me, might have caused my brain to lockup just a bit too.

I know you’ve seen paintings of the mythical mermaids, and they are always magnificently gorgeous creatures with long flowing hair, large seashell-covered breasts, sweet innocent faces, and sleek curvy fish-like bodies. Well, let me tell you something; there’s not an artist out there doing justice bağdat caddesi escort to those marvelous creatures. She was, without a doubt or fear of contradiction, the most lovely, sexy, erotic being I have ever seen. Sorry ladies, but I just don’t believe a more alluring creature exists, not on this planet anyway.

She had a face that would cause any of the classic Greek goddesses to suffer from an extreme case of jealousy. Her eyes were large almond-shaped, deep dark-blue pools of emotion. They were of the same splendid blue as the waters she had risen from. Her smooth flawless skin was a pale shade of pink any breeder of rare roses would delight in finding among his prized blooms. The slight blush covering her high cheekbones was but a few shades of darker pink.

A fine spray of water filled the air when she jerked her head upward, tossing the long spiraling locks of hair back over her shoulders, revealing a pair of the nearest things to perfection one could possibly imagine. Her dark-peach tipped breasts were pure poetry in form. It’s a good thing I’m a gentlewoman or I would’ve been on those puppies like a Hoover Carpet Master. They simply begged my attention. They had it, all right, but not the kind I wanted to give them.

I wished she hadn’t done that just then though, I had almost regained the power of speech and was about to try making a little small talk with the lovely creature. That all went to hell the moment I caught sight of those beautiful breasts. My voice seized up in my lungs, along with most of the oxygen in the immediate vicinity and a considerable amount of seawater spray that had filled the air when she had tossed her hair back.

Something I couldn’t understand; I don’t know about you, but when I get out of the shower, my hair looks like holy crap until it’s dried. But not this chick’s, her hair looked like she had just been to the hairdresser. Wet or not, it didn’t matter, her long deep-red tresses were gorgeous. That really pisses me off, why couldn’t I have hair like that? She comes right outta the damn ocean with her hair looking like a movie star’s. Mine gets a little damp and I look like Phyllis Diller on a bad-hair day.

Have you ever experienced one of those days when you wanted to appear cool, calm, and collected, but everything you did just confirmed the fact that you were a complete idiot? Well, that was me. I sat there on the big rock and started babbling like a fool the moment I was able to get words to come out of my mouth.

“Who, ah, what the hell, ah, hello,” I stuttered.

She leaned forward giving me a light kiss on the mouth.

Well hell, that just locked my brain up again. I didn’t know what to do. But I figured if a little kiss was their form of greeting, I couldn’t very well buck the system, I was on her turf, or rock, whatever. I returned the kiss.

Talk about some soft lips; that lady really had ’em. When I pulled back from the second kiss, she followed me, placing her mouth back on mine. The kiss that followed was packed with such passion and desire; it actually took my breath away. I don’t know, maybe she didn’t need to breathe or something; after all, she was part fish. Her delicious tongue twirled around in my mouth like an eel on a hook.

I finally had to push her away so I could get some oxygen. “Damn, lady, you don’t waste any time do you?” I asked.

A big bright smile spread across her face creating a pair of dimples so cute I just wanted to stick my finger in one of them. So I did. Her smile only got bigger and brighter. Her skin was very soft to the touch, like the feel of fine hand-woven silk.

Becoming a bit impatient, I reached for one of her magnificent breasts; I just had to touch one of them.

“What the hell?” I yelled, bolting upright in the bed. I sat there a few moments collecting my thoughts. “Wow! What a dream! Why do I always have to wake up just as things start to get interesting?”

I lay back down, trying desperately to go back to sleep. I wanted to get back into that dream before my beautiful mermaid slipped away into her watery undersea world. Needless to say, it didn’t work, nor did I get back to sleep.

At long last, I began to nod off. That’s when the mist-lady decided to make her entrance, flowing from the wall like water vapor. This time, she took form sitting on my bed beside me instead of standing at the foot of the bed.

“Oh my God! It’s you!” I gasped, sitting up right.

She just smiled at me.

“You’re the mermaid!” I exclaimed.

She leaned toward me, placing her lips to mine. Her tongue darted between my lips doing the same eel-like dance in my mouth the mermaid’s tongue had done in my dream. Her kiss was so light. It was almost like she wasn’t really there at all.

After she backed away from our feathery, but exciting kiss, I looked down toward her legs; halfway expecting to see fins and scales. But I found a pair of long slender legs covered by the thin white transparent material of the antique negligee instead.

I looked back at her face. It was the same beautiful face I had seen on the mermaid and the same gorgeous red hair. I hadn’t actually ever gotten a good look at the mist-lady before, because she had never been in clear focus before now. That made it impossible for me to have placed her features on the fish-lady in my dream.

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I had watched the same scene unfold at least three dozen times in the past two years, probably more. It always started out the same way, with a wispy, out of focus, image floating from the east wall of my bedroom. It looked like nothing more than a cloud of thin gray mist.

On the few occasions when the image would settle down in one place, it would come into better focus. When that happened, she would usually be standing near the foot of my bed.

You caught that, did you? Yes, I said, she. And a very lovely “she,” she was indeed, or at least she would become, as the mist congealed to give the cloud form.

Let me take you back to the beginning of this whole affair. As they say, “Beginning at the beginning is usually the best place to begin telling a tale.”

I inherited my home when my aging father passed away three years ago. My family had attended to the old place for several generations. I guess the average person would not find the idea of living in an old lighthouse to be particularly inviting, but being a writer, I found the solitude of its remote location quite appealing. Its mind-soothing serenity was only enhanced by the hypnotic rhythm of the huge breakers crashing against the base of the great stone cliffs far below. The haunting calls of the various feathered residents claiming the near-vertical rock face as their home added a splash of life to the otherwise-barren cliffs.

My grandfather and his father before him had spent their lives tending to the beacon atop the lighthouse. The beacon insured the safe passage of the many sailing vessels rounding the rocky point, by warning them to steer clear of the rock-laden waters near by. There were sharp jagged rocks out there, lurking just beneath the churning surface, some larger than a medieval castle. More than a few ships had gone down on those rocks attempting to take the short path around the point, taking many a sailor with them.

About the time my father was preparing to take over the job of attending the lighthouse from his father, a series of automated marker buoys were placed around the point with the latest high-tech equipment and navigational aids modern science had to offer. This event rendered the old lighthouse obsolete and put it out of service. I had dreamed of living in the lighthouse as a child, but without the job to go along with it, my father wouldn’t even consider the notion, but he had been able to purchase the old thing for a song and dance. I mean, how many people can say they own a damn lighthouse. I think he only wanted it because of its ties into our family history.

When my father passed it on to me, I wasted little time having the old thing renovated and a year later moved into it as my permanent residence. Several months after moving in, the sightings began. They were infrequent at first, but their frequency grew as time went on.

I have to admit, the first few times I saw it, the mist scared the holy shit outta me. After a while, I got use to it and pretty much figured it was fairly harmless. But the first time I saw it coming through my bedroom wall, which was on the fourth floor of the lighthouse, it damn near caused me to kill myself trying to get the hell outta there, down three flights of the steep spiraling staircase, and out the friggin’ front door. For several months afterwards, I slept on the sofa in the first-floor living room. I couldn’t force myself to sleep upstairs.

Okay, I know what you’re thinking; one of the prerequisites for being a fiction writer is that you must have an overactive imagination. True, but not the scenario in this particular instance. The only thing my imagination was overactive about at that time was trying to figure out how to get the hell away from that damn thing, that cloud, that whatever the hell it was, without having to give up my wonderful little lighthouse home. My imagination did give me a fit for a while though; I kept having visions of that old movie “The Fog.”

The cloud of mist would gradually seep through the exterior stone wall of my bedroom like many tiny droplets of molasses oozing through several layers of cheesecloth, then join into a single cloud of mist once they were through the cold stone wall.

I had never seen the mist in any other part of the lighthouse, so I determined it would be safe if I just moved into a different room for my bedroom. That was when things got interesting. After spending nearly two hours disassembling, moving, and reassembling my bed in a third-story room, I decided to take a little catnap before beginning the evening’s writing session. Much to my surprise, I discovered my bed had been moved back to its original room. It looked as though it had never been moved from the spot it was in.

Okay, perhaps that should have been the time to push the old panic button and get the hell outta the place. But I wasn’t gonna give up my wonderful lighthouse without first having put up a pretty damn good fight.

I’ve never been known for having the best decision avrupa yakasi escort making capacity on planet Earth, well, not for making the right decisions, anyway. In my infinite wisdom, I decided I would sleep on that bed, in that room, that very night. If I were a man, I guess you could say I was gonna show that cloud just what a massive set of balls I actually possessed.

I figured the cloud would just havta settle for a nice set of boobs instead. I hoisted up my bra straps a notch or two and marched right into the bedroom. I was ready to kick some cloud butt! I mean hell, I wasn’t gonna put up with that kinda crap. It was my damn lighthouse. That stinkin’ cloud didn’t have any rights to the place, and I was just the woman who was gonna convince it of that very fact.

“Okay, listen up! You can stop the shit right now, ’cause I ain’t goin’ a damn place! This is my lighthouse and you’re not welcome here! I’m gonna sleep in here tonight and you better leave my ass alone! You got that shit straight?” I roared, before marching out of the room, secure in the knowledge that I had just set that stupid cloud straight on a few points.

By bedtime my courage had waned somewhat. I checked my boobs, they both were still just as big as ever, but I was finding it most difficult to actually carry out my promise to myself, and the cloud, to sleep in the room that night.

After a nice, relaxing hot bath, I felt a bit more positive about myself and decided to go for it. What the hell, what could a cloud do to you besides cloud up and rain all over you, anyway? The rather large shaker full of Vodka Martinis I drank, while in the tub, might have helped to boost my courage a little too. But I’m not really too sure about that. That’s me, instant asshole, just add alcohol. Damn, my boobs even looked bigger after the first drink or two.

It took me a while to get to sleep, and once I had accomplished that major feat, I spent most of the night trying too recover from a series of seriously scary nightmares.

At 4:15 a.m. I was awakened by a strange feeling, like someone was staring at me. Standing at the foot of my bed was the image of a tall, slender woman, dressed in what I can only describe as a negligee, circa 1800. From what I could see of her, which was quite a lot actually because the negligee was very transparent, she was a very attractive woman, or at least, she had been a very attractive woman at one time.

At first, she scared the holy crap outta me. My mind tried desperately to come up with a new game plan. It appeared now that I was going to actually be doing battle with a real, genuine ghost type individual, it was no longer just a mysterious cloud of mist.

She stood there for several moments, just looking at me. I could do little more myself. I couldn’t make up my feeble little mind whether I should speak to her or make a break for the door. How fast can ghosts run?

Discretion being the better part of valor, I opted to bolt. I had made less than four fast strides toward the door before she appeared right between me and the door. I hit full-reverse thrusters, did a quick about-face, and literally dove back into the bed. She quietly returned to her vigilance at the foot of the bed. Walking without moving her feet was a pretty neat trick I thought. Now there’s a move Michael Jackson hasn’t mastered. Eat your heart out, Michael.

She seemed benevolent enough, showing no signs of wanting to harm me. I got brave, stepped slowly from the bed and began easing my way toward the door. I made it halfway before I froze in my tracks.

“Please stay,” a soft, non-existent voice spoke inside my head.

I turned toward my visitor. “Can you give me just a couple good reasons why I shouldn’t already be out the front door?” I said, trying not to let my fear show in my voice. Yeah, right, fat chance of that happening.

“Please stay,” the voice repeated. It wasn’t a real voice, just something inside my head.

“Not a chance! I’m outta here!” I yelled as I bolted through the door, slamming it tight behind me.

I spent the rest of the night sitting on my sofa downstairs. I didn’t see her again that night. I also didn’t get any more sleep; I was too busy talking to the big photo of my dad on the fireplace mantel. I figured he owed me some kind of reasonable explanation as to why he had ever bought the damn lighthouse in the first place. Naturally, I got no answers from him. He just sat there on the mantel with that silly-ass smirk on his face.

It took several weeks before I acquired enough courage to reenter the bedroom, but I finally tightened up my bra straps and gave it a try. Everything looked normal when I eased the door open and pulled my best imitation of a housecat sneaking into the room. Maybe an afternoon nap would be a smart thing to do to regain my confidence in the room. Ghosts don’t roam around during the day; they’re night people, right?

Wrong, I had been asleep only avrupa yakası escort a short while when I felt something moving in the bed, and it wasn’t me. I bolted up in the bed, but there was nothing there. After five minutes of heart pounding, breath-robbing anxiety, I was finally able to lie back down, deciding it had all just been in my head.

When I woke up the next time, I lay there for a few moments with my eyes closed. I was afraid to look; it felt like someone with a feather-light touch was stroking my forearm. It wasn’t hurting me; it just felt like someone was sliding her fingertips up and down my arm. I said, “her,” because I could detect a hint of a light sweet fragrance in the air.

I remained completely still for a long while, not letting on that I was awake. The soft stroking continued. It was actually starting to feel nice and relaxing, almost like the caring touch of a lover.

I opened my eyes just in time to see the misty cloud vanish. Maybe she is as afraid of me as I am of her, I thought to myself. She certainly didn’t seem to be harmful in any way. But I had noticed one disturbing thing about her; I sensed a great loneliness in her while she was touching my arm. Don’t ask, I don’t know, I just felt it, okay? I also learned that ghosts are not necessarily just night people, or beings, or whatever you wanna call them. It had been broad daylight when all this happened. I guess, like writers, ghosts don’t keep regular hours either.

There was one good thing that came out of that little afternoon nap, I now pretty much figured out that the ghost had no intention of harming me and I could go back to sleeping in my bedroom, in my own bed. If she was lonely and just wanted to touch my arm while I slept, that would be fine with me. I think she just wanted some company.

I know, I know; I’m a total idiot, right? Save it for later, it gets better.

I was hard at work later that evening laboring over my latest novel. For having been pounding away at the keyboard for hours I sure hadn’t made much progress. My mind kept roaming back to my visitor, the cloudy mist that magically transforms into a beautiful woman. I no longer considered her a threat, but not knowing who she was or where she came from was playing havoc with my imagination, making concentration difficult, if not impossible. My work had actually been suffering over the last few weeks because of my inability to keep my mind off of her and on my work.

I hate it when I am trying to work and my brain refuses to cooperate; it makes for a long frustrating night. I finally decided to go to bed. A good eight hours rest might get the old think factory back in decent order. I sure as hell wasn’t getting much accomplished by sitting and staring blankly at my computer screen. Besides, there just might be a fantastic story concealed within my mysterious newfound misty friend.

“Yeah, sure, like I’d have the gonads to intelligently interview a ghost. Not!” I said to the cute little teddy bears rolling by on my screensaver. Seems like I’ve been staring at those teddy bears a lot lately. My teddy bears and I have this love-hate relationship. I love to look at them, but I hate to see them, because when they’re rolling by it means I’m not typing, which equates to I’m not getting any work done, which in turn translates into “I ain’t making nooo money, honey.”

It took me quite a while to fall off to sleep; I was too busy watching the east wall in case my visitor might return. I eventually managed to drift off, only to float right into one of the most erotic dreams I had ever had. In the dream, I was lying naked on a blanket atop one of the massive boulders jutting up out of the rolling ocean, several hundred yards from the safety of shore. How I got there, I haven’t a clue.

I could feel the warm evening sun slowly toasting my skin to a golden brown. Occasionally, a cooling spray of fine mist would rain down on me after a big wave smashed full-force against the huge rock, sending the water showering skyward.

The setting sun had disappeared behind the great cliffs when a mermaid, riding the crest of a large wave, surfed right up on my rock. After the water had lifted her onto the rock, it cascaded back into the swirling water below, she slid up next to me, using her arms to slide along on her butt, or whatever you would call it on a mermaid.

She said nothing; just sat there with a big beautiful smile on her exquisite face. I didn’t have too much to say either; I was in absolute awe of her beauty. I guess the fact there was a fish-lady sitting next to me, might have caused my brain to lockup just a bit too.

I know you’ve seen paintings of the mythical mermaids, and they are always magnificently gorgeous creatures with long flowing hair, large seashell-covered breasts, sweet innocent faces, and sleek curvy fish-like bodies. Well, let me tell you something; there’s not an artist out there doing justice bağdat caddesi escort to those marvelous creatures. She was, without a doubt or fear of contradiction, the most lovely, sexy, erotic being I have ever seen. Sorry ladies, but I just don’t believe a more alluring creature exists, not on this planet anyway.

She had a face that would cause any of the classic Greek goddesses to suffer from an extreme case of jealousy. Her eyes were large almond-shaped, deep dark-blue pools of emotion. They were of the same splendid blue as the waters she had risen from. Her smooth flawless skin was a pale shade of pink any breeder of rare roses would delight in finding among his prized blooms. The slight blush covering her high cheekbones was but a few shades of darker pink.

A fine spray of water filled the air when she jerked her head upward, tossing the long spiraling locks of hair back over her shoulders, revealing a pair of the nearest things to perfection one could possibly imagine. Her dark-peach tipped breasts were pure poetry in form. It’s a good thing I’m a gentlewoman or I would’ve been on those puppies like a Hoover Carpet Master. They simply begged my attention. They had it, all right, but not the kind I wanted to give them.

I wished she hadn’t done that just then though, I had almost regained the power of speech and was about to try making a little small talk with the lovely creature. That all went to hell the moment I caught sight of those beautiful breasts. My voice seized up in my lungs, along with most of the oxygen in the immediate vicinity and a considerable amount of seawater spray that had filled the air when she had tossed her hair back.

Something I couldn’t understand; I don’t know about you, but when I get out of the shower, my hair looks like holy crap until it’s dried. But not this chick’s, her hair looked like she had just been to the hairdresser. Wet or not, it didn’t matter, her long deep-red tresses were gorgeous. That really pisses me off, why couldn’t I have hair like that? She comes right outta the damn ocean with her hair looking like a movie star’s. Mine gets a little damp and I look like Phyllis Diller on a bad-hair day.

Have you ever experienced one of those days when you wanted to appear cool, calm, and collected, but everything you did just confirmed the fact that you were a complete idiot? Well, that was me. I sat there on the big rock and started babbling like a fool the moment I was able to get words to come out of my mouth.

“Who, ah, what the hell, ah, hello,” I stuttered.

She leaned forward giving me a light kiss on the mouth.

Well hell, that just locked my brain up again. I didn’t know what to do. But I figured if a little kiss was their form of greeting, I couldn’t very well buck the system, I was on her turf, or rock, whatever. I returned the kiss.

Talk about some soft lips; that lady really had ’em. When I pulled back from the second kiss, she followed me, placing her mouth back on mine. The kiss that followed was packed with such passion and desire; it actually took my breath away. I don’t know, maybe she didn’t need to breathe or something; after all, she was part fish. Her delicious tongue twirled around in my mouth like an eel on a hook.

I finally had to push her away so I could get some oxygen. “Damn, lady, you don’t waste any time do you?” I asked.

A big bright smile spread across her face creating a pair of dimples so cute I just wanted to stick my finger in one of them. So I did. Her smile only got bigger and brighter. Her skin was very soft to the touch, like the feel of fine hand-woven silk.

Becoming a bit impatient, I reached for one of her magnificent breasts; I just had to touch one of them.

“What the hell?” I yelled, bolting upright in the bed. I sat there a few moments collecting my thoughts. “Wow! What a dream! Why do I always have to wake up just as things start to get interesting?”

I lay back down, trying desperately to go back to sleep. I wanted to get back into that dream before my beautiful mermaid slipped away into her watery undersea world. Needless to say, it didn’t work, nor did I get back to sleep.

At long last, I began to nod off. That’s when the mist-lady decided to make her entrance, flowing from the wall like water vapor. This time, she took form sitting on my bed beside me instead of standing at the foot of the bed.

“Oh my God! It’s you!” I gasped, sitting up right.

She just smiled at me.

“You’re the mermaid!” I exclaimed.

She leaned toward me, placing her lips to mine. Her tongue darted between my lips doing the same eel-like dance in my mouth the mermaid’s tongue had done in my dream. Her kiss was so light. It was almost like she wasn’t really there at all.

After she backed away from our feathery, but exciting kiss, I looked down toward her legs; halfway expecting to see fins and scales. But I found a pair of long slender legs covered by the thin white transparent material of the antique negligee instead.

I looked back at her face. It was the same beautiful face I had seen on the mermaid and the same gorgeous red hair. I hadn’t actually ever gotten a good look at the mist-lady before, because she had never been in clear focus before now. That made it impossible for me to have placed her features on the fish-lady in my dream.

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The day that followed, I found myself thinking about last night with Jenna a lot. I wondered if she was right and I too could take both Eric and Rob at the same time. I also wondered about the plan Jenna mentioned, what did she mean a plan? I had never had anal sex before let alone double penetration. Start slow and have a goal, Jenna had said. What did she have in mind, I wondered. The next day when I saw her again I found out.

She called and said she was coming over and before I could say anything she hung up. About ten minutes later she knocked on my door. I answered it and found her holding a plastic bag with something inside.

“Okay, so I did a little shopping,” she said walking into my place.

“For what?” I asked.

“For you know… the goal.”

“The what?” I asked.

“The goal to do DP with Eric and Rob. I’m going to help you get ready,” she said sitting on my couch and putting the plastic bag on the coffee table.

“You’re what? I don’t know, Jenna… I’m not sure I want to do that?”

“Yes you do. You just don’t know it yet. Trust me if you do it right and prep beforehand it is so good… you’ll cum harder than you ever have.”

“Really, so what’s in the bag?” I asked.

“Funny you should ask,” she giggled and started rooting through it.

Out came a rectangular box that I could tell from the back was some kind of adult toy. “This is to get you started,” Jenna said turning it around.

What I saw before me was easily recognizable. Three different sized buttplugs all blue rubber.

“We’ll start small and work up to the big one,” she said, setting the plugs on the table.

“Then once you can handle the plugs we’ll progress to this,” she said, pulling out the last box which had a large fake cock made of rubber. “When you can handle this monster you’ll be able to handle both guys easily.”

“Holy shit, Jenna! That thing is huge.”

“I know, but it is better safe than sorry. We need you accustomed to having you ass penetrated before we let the guys at you. They have a tendency to get over excited and that could be bad if you aren’t prepared.”

“Fuck, this is crazy. I’m not sure about any of this.”

“I know, it’s scary. I was scared my first time but the results are so so good, Lacy. I want you to experience it like me. I want to pay you back for the other night with the guys. Letting me join you, you know?”

“That’s not needed.”

“Maybe not but I still want to.”

“Can I think about this first?” I asked.

“Sure. I’ll leave these with you and maybe you can try the small plug out by yourself or I can come over tonight if you want some help. The first time is crucial that it is a good experience though so maybe I should be here.”

“Tonight? That’s soon, doesn’t give me much thinking time.”

“Well, I want to right now but I have to go to work,” she laughed. “Think about it and text me. I get off at five.

I reluctantly agreed and she jumped up, hugged me and left quickly for work. I turned back around and stared at the adult toys sitting on my coffee table. I already had a vibrator but never thought about buttplugs or a huge fake cock almost as big as my arm. Jenna was a nut and she was getting me into things I was nervous about. It was kind of my fault though since I started it all by fucking Rob and Eric and then telling her about it. I was thinking it might have been better if I hadn’t told her.

Jenna had left the plastic bag on the table as well and when I picked it up I heard the receipt, she had left inside, crackle. Taking it out, I learned how much she had spent and where she had purchased the items. I packed it all back into the sack and drove to the adult store and returned everything. I planned on returning the money to Becca when I told her I wasn’t interested in her helping me prepare my ass for double penetration. It was too weird to think about, especially when I wasn’t in the moment. I wanted to be spontaneous. If it happens it happens but I wasn’t making it a goal like she wanted me to.

After I returned the toys, I headed to work. I can pretty much make my own hours and come and go when I want as long as I get my stuff done. When I had had enough of work, I headed to the gym, grabbed my clothes from the backseat of my car and went in. I changed in the locker room and started working out. With my headphones on and focused on my workout, I got into my routine, working up quite a sweat and feeling good and strong. I didn’t notice that Rob had come in the gym as well. He never said anything and went to his own workout and left me to mine. It wasn’t until I was pretty much done that I noticed him. I took out my head phones and said ‘hi’ when he finished a set of pullups.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked.

“Good, just finishing up,” I said. “You?”

“Almost done I have a few more sets.”

“No Eric?” I asked.

“Nope, he had some work thing he couldn’t miss.”

“Oh, I said. Well, have a good one,” I said. “I’m istanbul escort bayan off to the showers.”

In the locker room it had gotten pretty late and I was the only one in there. I stripped off my sweaty shorts and peeled of my sports bra, wrapped a towel around myself and headed to the shower with my shampoo and conditioner. I picked the middle stall, warmed up the water, hung the towel on the hook and got in. I washed my hair added conditioner and was soaping up my body and face. Turning away from the water I let it run over my face to get the soap off and to wash the conditioner out. When I opened my eyes I screamed and jumped a foot in the air. Rob was standing in front of me naked.

“What the fuck!” I screamed. “Get out, get out!” I freaked, covering myself and overreacting from fright and natural instinct.

“Sorry, sorry, shit…” he said, quickly leaving the shower and pulling the curtain back in place.

I finally gathered myself and poking my head out of the curtain said, “Rob, wait… I’m sorry, you just scared me.”

“I’m sorry too,” he said turning around. “I assumed since you said you were hitting the showers that I was somehow invited. It was stupid and I’m sorry.”

He was standing there in the women’s locker room naked and partially wet from the shower spray. His body was pumped from this work out and he looked incredible. His cock was hard, telling me he had been watching me for at least a minute or so before I opened my eyes.

“It’s okay, I just was surprised to see you standing there. You can come back in if you want,” I said opening the curtain.

He kind of grinned and joined me back in the little tiled shower stall. If the gym hadn’t been empty I doubt he would have come in in the first place. I backed into the water and he slowly approached and joined me under the spray. Wrapping his arms around my waist, our bodies met. His hard cock pressed against my tummy and my breasts met his solid chest. He leaned down and kissed me. It was our first kiss, which sounds strange after all the sex we had had. The kiss lingered and I felt his cock pulse against my body as the water ran over us. My heart quickened and the kiss deepened as our heads rotated to the opposite sides. His hands crawled up and down my back before coming over my shoulders to find my breasts. He squeezed them gently as we kissed for a few more minutes before breaking apart. Looking up into his eyes, I slowly fell to my knees and grabbed his hard cock on the way down. The water was bouncing off his chest now and running down his hard body, splattering me slightly as I opened my mouth to engulf his throbbing cock.

I sucked half of his long cock into my mouth, keeping my lips tight around his hot shaft. The next three inches were more difficult but I managed to take three quarters of his length without gagging. I held him there for a few seconds and heard him moan with pleasure. Slowly, I eased off of him with a tight grip and sucked the tip hard before letting it pop out of my mouth. I sucked him back in rapidly while cupping his balls in one hand and beginning to stroke with the other. Twisting my head back and forth I treated him to the best blowjob I knew how to do. I looked up occasionally to see the expression on his face as I stroked and sucked for over five minutes until my knees had had enough on the hard tile floor. I don’t know how close he was but he was really hard and his balls had tightened significantly, even in the hot water. It was kind of nice not having to worry about making a mess or having enough moisture. I could suck to my heart’s content. By the time my knees were done, I was all hot and bothered and ready to be fucked hard.

Standing up, I turned around and put my hands up against the front wall of the shower as I bent over, pressing my ass toward him. I spread my legs slightly and looked over my shoulder at him. He was admiring my ass and pussy and not looking at my face. He grabbed his cock, stepped forward and after sawing his head up and down my wet sex, eased his long cock as deep as possible into my body with one lengthy thrust. We both moaned in ecstasy at the first thrill of penetration. He held himself deep with is body smashed against my ass before retreating almost all the way back out. All at once, he slammed his length back in over and over for a good minute. My breasts dripped with water and jiggled back and forth slightly as he thrust hard and deep with his hands on my hips. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The excitement of sex in the gym shower was adding to my pleasure.

Suddenly, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me up, pressing my body against the cool tile wall between the cold and hot knobs. With my breasts smashed against the wall, Rob thrust upward into me over and over holding me tight against the tile and pounding away from behind. Fuck, it was so hot I was cumming in a matter of a few minutes. My body exploded with pleasure all centered on my ataşehir escort sex as Rob continued to slam his long cock in and out like a maniac. I could feel the water getting caught between our bodies as his came in contact with mine, splashing about and even a lot of it going inside of me as I came and shuttered, trembling against the wall.

His hands forced their way between the wall and my body as he grabbed both of my stimulated breasts. He pinched my nipples hard as I was still in the grips of my climax, forcing my body against his as he held me tight by my breasts. His cock was buried inside me as my pussy convulsed and pulsed around his hard shaft. I let out a small scream, gasping for air as my orgasm crashed over me with unparalleled pleasure. The hot shower climax was mind-blowing, I basically fell limp into his arms as it ran its course. He held me for several minutes, his cock shoved deep, until I gathered my legs and thoughts. He was rock hard and hadn’t cum apparently. Once I had gained some strength back I made it a goal to rectify that little issue.

I pulled away from him, letting his cock slip from my sex. Turning around to face him, I told him to lay down. He quickly obeyed and barely fit with his feet against the front wall of the stall and his head resting on the four inch entry lip to the stall. Squatting over him, I grabbed his cock, pulled it toward me and eased down on the long, hard shaft. Pressing my hands against either side of the stall, I kept my balance and began to ride him as fast as my legs would carry me. Up and down, I slammed his cock into my body, bending and moving his shaft with my swirling hips. He occasionally would reach up and graze my breasts as I rode him but I was moving so fast all he could to was slide his hands over my moving orbs as I fucked him with purpose.

I kept watching his face, seeing how close I was getting him as my heart pounded in my chest and my legs began to burn as I worked his cock with everything I had. The water was cascading over my body, falling down on both of us as I rode him and rode him. His long cock was easy to keep in place and let me move up and down an amazing amount. I let go of the wall with one hand and began playing with my clitoris and his cock as I rode him, using my fingers to add stimulation to both of us until I could tell he was on the verge of his orgasm.

It was right about then that we both heard Eric’s voice from the door of the woman’s locker room.

“Hey, Rob… Lacy? You guys in there?” he called to us.

“Fuck,” Rob said as we both kind of giggled.

“Yeah, Eric. We’re fucking in the shower!” I called back, making Rob and me laugh harder.

A few seconds later, the shower curtain was pulled back and Eric peered in as I rode Rod slower now.

“Hi guys? I knew you were still here since your cars were in the lot.”

“Yeah, congratulations, you found us. Now go away,” Rob said.

“Yeah, can’t I make a guy cum in peace?” I said, laughing.

“I could join you,” Eric stated more than asked.

“It’s already pretty crowded as it is?” I said.

Eric didn’t get the hint and was soon standing over Rob with his fat cock in his hand right at eye level. My legs were burning, forcing me to go down onto my knees but allowing me better balance to suck Eric and ride Rob at the same time. Eric’s fat cock filled my mouth as I lifted my butt up and down on Rob’s hard, almost climaxing cock. With me slowing down it kept him from cumming and I couldn’t get the full range of motion now to finish him off. I sucked and stroked Eric fast and as deep as his thick cock would go, trying to get him close to cumming as well. I didn’t have all night to fuck these guys and now with Eric I had to make two guys cum again before it would be over. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to have another threesome this soon.

“Dammit, Eric, you’ve ruined my view, now all I see is your ass instead of Lacy’s hot body,” Rob said, frustrated.

“Sorry, man,” Eric said, moving to my left side so now I had to turn my head to suck his big dick.

“That better?” Eric asked.

“Yeah, much.”

It wasn’t better for me but I didn’t tell them that. I just tried to suck and move up and down at the same time which wasn’t easy. I was stroking more than sucking and working my hands on Eric more than my body on Rob so I was pretty confident he wasn’t going to cum unless something changed. Eric on the other hand was plumping up nicely and his balls were rising as well. I doubted he’d let me finish him off with my mouth but at least I could get him on the verge before he stopped me.

I think I was only going up and down a few inches on Rob, so most of his long cock was shoved up my sex deep. I felt really full and couldn’t imagine something in my ass just as big or bigger. It took another five or so minutes before Eric pulled away from my mouth. His cock was huge and almost purple with blood he was so hard and ready avcılar escort to blow. I needed to change positions as well. My knees were hurting again since I was rising and falling with most of my weight on them. I basically just stood up when Eric pulled away and rubbed my knees, leaving Rob on the tile floor.

Eric must have realized my knees were killing me. Instead of letting me get back down he picked me up right there in the shower and eased his fat cock into me while holding me in his arms. I went with it, wrapping my legs around him as lifted me up and lowered me down again and again on his wide cock. Rob soon got to his feet and Eric turned around so my back was facing Rob. I suddenly felt Rob’s hands on my ass as Eric lifted me up and down. Rob started rooting around my anus and I finally realized what was about to happen and it wasn’t good. I wasn’t ready for them to double penetrate me, especially since I had never had anal sex alone first.

“Oh no… I’m not Becca… I’m not ready for both of you at the same time. Sorry,” I blurted out as Rob’s finger began to press into my tight ass.

There was no lubrication with all the shower water and I could already feel resistance and strain just from Rob’s finger. He pulled away as soon as I spoke and I looked over my shoulder at him. He wasn’t looking at me anymore but instead he was going for my bottle of conditioner I had brought in with me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to even try?” he asked, turning around and squirting some conditioner into his hand.

“I’m sure!” I said.

“Oh come on, you might like it,” Rob said, pressing his cupped hand onto my spread cheeks.

The conditioner was cool and took me by surprise making me gasp instead of telling him no again. I felt the pad of one of his fingers circling my tight anus and it was pleasant but I knew if I didn’t stop him things were going to go too far. As he tried to enter me, my ass clenched tight spontaneously.

“You’ll have to relax,” he said.

“I can’t. I don’t want to do this, Rob.”

“Dude, she said no,” Eric cut in, still holding me in his arms with his cock shoved deep.

“Fine, I’m out then,” Rob said and left the shower.”

“What the hell’s his problem?” I asked Eric.

“Don’t know… probably mad I showed up.”

“Well, fuck him then,” I said, moving up on Eric’s cock with my legs wrapped around him so he knew I wanted him to fuck me.

He turned and pressed me against the wall and started driving his wide cock home over and over. The boy had some stamina. Probably because he never worked out that night, he just found us in the locker room. I swear he held me against that wall for over fifteen minutes and pounded me over and over with his cock until I was cumming for the second time that night. His wide cock might not go as deep as Rob’s but it sure stimulates my lips and the walls of my sex. The pleasure was intense again. I just trembled and convulsed in his arms as I came through his thrust.

We had exhausted the hot water at the gym by then but neither of us cared since we were so worked up and horny. He was working hard anyway and I was sure a lot of the moisture on him was sweat as he continued to hold me against the wall and thrust hard and fast. After I had finished cumming, he continued for a few more minutes before pulling out, letting me down to the floor where I knelt and finished him off with my hands. His large, thick bursts of cum curled out of his cock onto my breasts as I stroked him through his climax. His expression was sexy as hell as he shook and groaned throughout his contractions. His hot semen fell heavy and dripped down my body. I sucked him clean and washed myself off in the cold water before we got out. Rob was nowhere to be found. Eric and I said goodbye to each other and I hurried home to get some sleep.

**

My phone freaking out, woke me the next morning. I had forgotten to call or text Jenna last night about the toys and meeting up with her. I was kind of busy. She of course though I was dead or something worse since I didn’t call her. Once she knew I was alright, we planned to meet for coffee and I slowly crawled out of bed and got dressed.

First thing I did after I ordered and sat down across from her was give her money back for the toys.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“I returned your sex toys. It’s just too weird.”

“Oh… well, that’s surprising and disappointing.”

“I’m just not okay with you helping prep my ass for anal and double penetration,” I whispered to her.

“Okay… I get it. You need time.”

“Actually, Jenna I don’t know if it’s ever going to happen. I haven’t told you what happened last night.”

“Oh no… what happened?” she asked.

I relayed my little adventures the night before to her and what Rob had tried and how he got pissed off and left.

“Oh man, that’s bad,” Jenna said. “He shouldn’t have tried. Good thing Eric said something.”

“Yeah, no shit. I was afraid he was going to just go for it without my say so. Can you imagine?”

“Without any practice or even anal beforehand, that would of turned out horrible,” she said.

“Exactly, so now I think it’s all shot to shit. Rob might be done with the whole group thing all together.”

“Oh, I hope not, I only got to do it once.”

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I had always wondered what it would be like to have two men. So I hatched my plan to find out. I am a very flirty and dirty lady, all the workers at the club know what I am like. Anyway after close down one evening, I was sitting at the bar having drinks with two of the male dancers, we were chatting away, and I could not help but start drifting, and dreaming about these two guys.

They were tanned and very well built, in all ways. Their names were Andre, and the other we knew as Mac. Well we were messing around joking and all, and I began to talk flirty to them. I could tell they could be up for some fun, eyes, gentle touches, etc.

And being as I was wearing a very low front gold plunge dress, which ended at my belly button, if they didn’t want me, they must be gay! The conversation was getting even more flirty, and I thought I would up the stakes.

“So Andre, if I was to invite you to my dressing room, I mean both of you, what would you say?”

“Well Holly I would join you, without a second thought” Andre answered.

“OK, and how about you Mac?”

“Sure I would, who could ever turn you down lady.” Mac agreed.

“OK, so how about both of you, at the same time?” I then asked.

They both looked at each other, looked at me and agreed that, that indeed was a great idea. We finished our drinks, and I could not help but lean over to Andre who was sitting on the stool next to me, I placed my hand on his thigh and stroked it up and down, this not only aroused him, but also my tits were just about staying in my dress, so he had a great view of the goodies.

I moved my hand over to his groin and began to stroke, I could feel him getting aroused, and it sure felt big, not that I had never seen him naked, I’ve watched him and Mac perform for the ladies.

“I think…it’s time to move away from here.” I said.

I stood up and turned my back, this was istanbul escort to show them the back of my dress, it is backless and just about covers my ass. I walked in front of them, so they could get a good look at what they were about to have. We went back stage, up some stairs and arrived at my room. I opened the door and allowed them to go in first. I closed the door behind me, and leant against it.

“Well here we are boys.!” I gestured.

They walked over to me, one on each side, I turned to Andre and shoved my tongue in his mouth. Then Mac, on the opposite side, I felt Andre place his hand on my tit, as I kissed Mac, Mac joined in, on my tits, I raised my arms over my head, as they took the pieces of dress that were covering my tits and pulled the dress aside. My tits were out, and I felt both mouth’s down on them, licking, sucking, and hands squeezing, I dropped my arm down and began to rub my pussy, Andre pulled his shirt off and went back onto my tit, Mac followed suit.

Andre then went down on me, licking me out, Mac was still on my tits, but had both now to himself. Andre began finger fucking me…it felt so fucking good, one down below and another on the top. I pulled Mac up and snogged him hard, “0h fuck…Andre yes!” Mac then stopped and joined in down below, Andre came up and took my tits again. Mac fucked me hard with his mouth. We came to a quick stop, it was now my turn.

“I think it is time for me to mouth you two now.”

I walked over to the bed that I had, looked at them both and dropped my dress off the shoulders it just fell to the floor. “So who’s first?” I questioned.

I took Mac first, wrapping my mouth around his cock, nice and tight, moving my mouth up and down nice and slowly, Hmm… I fucked his cock, hinting for him to pump me, which he began to do, pumping my mouth deep and hard. Andre walked over anadolu yakası escort to me, and I pulled off Mac, pulled Andre’s shorts down and took him deep into my mouth. As I was sucking Andre, Mac came over, and I took his cock and began to wank him. This was fucking good stuff, and I would never have imagined two cocks tasting and feeling so different.

I came off Mac and began to finger myself as I continued to mouth fuck Andre. As I was fingering myself I began to think about who would fuck me first. I really did not mind, I needed to get fucked, and whoever was going to be first, well I was gonna get double helpings. I began to cum, and the orgasm made me fuck his cock harder, I was rampant, I pulled off him, and had them stand in front of me,

I was on my knees fucking my pussy hard, I took turns in taking both their cocks one at a time, then I opened wide and took them at the same time! Fuck that was incredible not much room, but sucking…ooh ya!

I stopped and stood up, kissing them both sliding my tongue into their mouths one at a time. I was now needing to get fucked, and badly, I turned around and walked over to the bed, I lay there facing them, and told them not to move. I then layed there and fucked my pussy again with my fingers, I could see this was driving them nuts as they were stroking themselves like mad! I spread my legs, and said simply to them,

“who’s first?”

Mac came over and went down on me, Andre came over and I took him in my mouth again. “C’mon fuck me Mac…fuck me hard!” I demanded.

He stood up and pushed himself in with a moan of delight, and began to pump me. I kept on Andre’s cock, and sucked him in time to Mac’s rhythm I rubbed my tits and squeezed them as I got fucked both ends. Mac was ready to cum, fuck, I thought he is eager, mind you I was at the point ataköy escort as well.

“C’mon Mac fuck that pussy fucking cum in me! Ooh fuck yes! yes! keep fucking me I’m cumin! Cum with me. ooh ooh yes! yes! fucking yes! Mac yes! do me!” I screamed.

He shot his load into me, it felt so good, but I wanted more, and demanded he carried on, in he went again, and I went back on Andre. Mac had great stamina, he pumped away at me, it was just amazing, the feel of his cock against my pussy lips, this made me take Andre into the back of my throat…

My pussy was getting so well fucked, that shortly I would be getting it again! The filthy thoughts going through my head, were unrepeatable! But one for sure I wanted them both in me at the same time…I had seen it done in a porno many a time, but I wanted a dose of that action. Mac was done…

He pulled out and went and collapsed in the chair. Maybe my double wammi would not happen. Andre got onto the bed and laid on his back, I squatted over his cock on my heels, and lowered myself onto him. OH fuck he felt good.

I began slowly like I always do, up and down, up and down, loving every inch, going in and coming out. This was just orgasmic, having just had one man fuck me, now another was, Andre began to pump me, I really didn’t think I would last that long, and sure enough, I felt my pussy going. I started to ride him hard and fast, I wanted to cum on him so much, and with in what felt like seconds I did just that.

“Andre yes keep fucking me, harder! do me harder! Oh fucking hell yes! keep it there, oh yes! oh yes! Yes! fuck I’m cumin Andre, oh yes!”

I felt my cum, run down him, and he began to fuck me hard, harder and harder… his cock felt so good in me, I did not want him to stop. To delay his cum, I got off him and turned myself around, again squatting over him. I began fucking him again,

to my surprise Mac had somewhat recovered and came over, and I took him in my mouth, rubbing my tits as I did so. I suddenly felt Andre cum in me, Mac’s cock had distracted me a bit. But I felt him cum, boy did I feel him cum!! And that was it…we were done! Although we did share the shower together. I never got my double wammi though. Maybe next time.

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Kapitel 1

Wie alles begann …

Wir waren in diesem Sommer auf Kreta – der erste Strandurlaub seit Jahren. Schlagartig wurde mir klar, auf was ich die ganzen Jahre verzichtet hatte: junge Mädchen und Frauen in Strings, die mehr zeigen, als sie verhüllen, oder gleich ganz oben ohne – es war wie im Schlaraffenland. Aber das Beste sollte noch kommen…

Eines Morgens waren wir am Strand. In unserer Nähe saß ein junges Pärchen, beide so Ende 20, die immer wieder zu uns herüberschauten. Sie war ein südländischer Typ, Spanierin oder so, er mit blonden Haaren und ein durchtrainierter, braungebrannter Körper. Sie trug einen normalen Bikini, zog aber den Stoff immer tief in ihre Pospalte, so dass ihre festen Pobacken gut zu sehen waren. Außerdem tobten und balgten die beiden verliebt auf ihrem Strandlaken herum, wodurch ich mehr als einen langen Blick auf ihre tollen Formen werfen konnte.

Und dann immer wieder die Blicke zu uns herüber, als wollten sie sicherstellen, das wir sie auch ja bemerken. Und nachdem klar war, das sie unsere Aufmerksamkeit erregen wollten, scheute ich mich auch nicht und starrte mehr oder minder offen zu ihnen herüber. Nur Su, die weiter unten am Strand eine Sandburg baute, kriegte von alledem nichts mit.

So ging das eine ganze Weile und beide schauten immer länger zu uns herüber, wobei ihre Blicke den größten Teil der Zeit auf Su ruhten. Nun, das konnte ich gut verstehen. Su ist Südkoreanerin und sieht mit ihren 29 Jahren für das ungeübte westliche Auge aus wie süße 25.

Irgendwann packten sie dann doch ihre Sachen zusammen und als sie auf dem Weg zurück zum Campingplatz bei mir vorbeikamen, sprach ich sie an. Es stellte sich heraus, dass Maria und Piet aus Holland kamen und wie wir mit dem Wohnwagen unterwegs waren. Nach den ersten allgemeinen Floskeln merkte ich an, dass wir uns ja offensichtlich auf den ersten Blick sympathisch gewesen seien und schlug vor, dass wir ja mal zusammen abendessen könnten, um uns besser kennen zu lernen.

“Gerne”, sagte Maria, “aber um das gleich klarzustellen: Wir sind eigentlich nur an Deiner Frau interessiert.”

Okay, damit waren die Positionen klar. Obwohl ich früher durchaus ein Swinger gewesen war, hatte sich das geändert, als ich Su kennen lernte. Su war eher monogam veranlagt. Und jetzt signalisierte mir diese Frau, dass sie und ihr Freund vorhatten, in Su’s Höschen zu gelangen. Das versprach interessant zu werden.

“Gut”, meinte ich, “damit habe ich kein Problem. Su weiß selber, was sie will.”

Wir verabredeten uns für den nächsten Abend und während die beiden duschen gingen, berichtete ich Su von unserer Verabredung. Natürlich ohne sie über den Hintergrund aufzuklären. Wenn die beiden schon vorhatten, Su zu vernaschen und mich in die Zuschauerrolle zu verbannen, dann wollte ich es ihnen auch nicht zu einfach machen.

Kapitel 2

Das Abendessen

Am nächsten Abend gingen wir gegen 19:00 Uhr rüber zum Wohnwagen von Maria und Piet. Wir hatten einen Salat und mehrere Flaschen Wein dabei. Die beiden begrüßten uns herzlich, insbesondere Su, die sie ja noch nicht kennen gelernt hatten.

Während die Frauen drinnen Käse, Schinken und Brot richteten, deckten Piet und ich den Tisch. Dabei unterhielten wir uns natürlich über ihr Vorhaben für den Abend. Es zeigte sich, dass auch Maria und Piet Erfahrungen mit Partnertausch hatten und Maria war erklärt bisexuell. Allerdings war Maria beim Swingen auf große, schwarze Schwänze fixiert. Das erklärte auch die klare Ansage und meine Verbannung auf die Zuschauerränge.

“Hast Du Su erzählt, was wir vorhaben?”, fragte Piet.

“Nein”, sagte ich, “das müsst Ihr ihr schon selber stecken.”

Piet grinste von einem Ohr zum anderen. Aus der Küche drang Gelächter. Maria und Su schienen sich gut zu verstehen. Es versprach ein interessanter Abend zu werden.

Beim Essen redeten wir über dies und das, unverfängliches Zeug. Das einzig bemerkenswerte war, dass wir bis zum Dessert die vierte Flasche Wein geleert hatten und der Alkohol zeigte insbesondere bei Su leichte Wirkung.

Sie lachte jetzt fast ununterbrochen und lehnte sich immer öfter an Maria, die neben ihr saß. Ich konnte sehen, wie Maria jede dieser Berührungen genoss und irgendwann den Arm um ihre Schultern legte. Wenn Su diese Umarmung unangenehm war, so ließ sie sich zumindest nichts anmerken.

Langsam wurden die Gesprächsthemen vertraulicher und intimer. Zuerst nur in Andeutungen und dann immer offener erzählten wir uns gegenseitig von unserem Sexualleben.

Gelockert durch den Alkohol war es insbesondere Su, die kichernd immer wieder besonders pikante Details aus unserem Schlafzimmer zum Besten gab. Maria und Piet genossen die Situation sehr und ich konnte sehen, wie Piet immer offensichtlicher Su mit den Augen auszog und Marias linke Hand spielten über Su’s Rücken und Nacken.

Dann, mit einer halben Drehung zu Su, legte sie ihr die andere Hand auf den Oberschenkel und fragte sie leise und verführerisch: “Hattest Du schon mal Sex, während escort bayan fındıkzade Chris nur zugeschaut hat?”

Su grinste zu mir herüber und schüttelte den Kopf. “Nein, wir vögeln immer nur miteinander.” Der Alkohol enthemmte auch Su’s Sprache. “Würdest Du es gerne mal machen, während Chris Dir zusieht?” Marias Stimme war jetzt die Verführung pur. Ihre rechte Hand streichelte fast unmerklich die Innenseite von Su’s Oberschenkel.

Su biss sich auf die Unterlippe und ihre Augen bekamen diesen verträumten Blick.

“Ich weiß nicht …”, sagte sie.

“Komm”, gurrte Maria, “willst Du nicht mal Piets Schwanz sehen?”

Neben mir tauchte Marias Fuß zwischen Piets Beinen auf und massierte die Beule in seiner Hose.

“Mmmmh, er ist schon ziemlich steif.”

Su’s Blick ging noch immer zwischen mir und Piet hin und her. Marias rechte Hand massierte jetzt intensiv ihren Oberschenkel und arbeitete sich langsam nach oben vor. Ihre linke Hand umfasste Su und streichelte sanft den äußeren Rand der linken Brust. Durch die Leinenbluse konnte ich Su’s Brustwarzen sehen, die hart und steif wurden. Ihr Mund war leicht geöffnet und sie atmete stoßweise. Ja, Su war definitiv erregt und zusammen mit Alkohol konnte in diesem Zustand alles passieren.

“Ja”, hauchte Su schließlich, “ich will Piets Schwanz mal sehen.”

Trotz des bisherigen Verlaufs des Abends war ich von Su’s Antwort etwas überrascht.

“Du wirst es nicht bereuen”, flüsterte Maria und umfasste Su’s Brust jetzt mit der ganzen Hand, um mit der harten Brustwarze zu spielen.

“Komm”, sagte sie zu Piet, “zeig Su mal Deinen herrlichen Schwanz.”

Piet stand auf und ging um den Tisch herum. Maria nahm die Hand aus Su’s Schoß und zog Piet die Boxershorts ein Stück herunter. Zum Vorschein kam ein ziemlich mächtiges Glied, das halbsteif vom Körper abstand. Su starrte auf das Gehänge, das Maria jetzt mit der rechten Hand langsam wichste.

“Na, ist das ein Prügel?”, fragte Maria, während sie Su’s linke Brust massierte und sanft in die Brustwarze kniff. “Willst Du den mal in Dir spüren?”

Su saß noch immer wie versteinert da. Und gerade, als ich mich fragte, ob sie Su direkt hier draußen auf dem Tisch vernaschen wollten, sagte Maria: “Lass uns reingehen, da sind wir ungestörter.”

Piet zog seine Boxershorts wieder hoch und ging voran in den Wohnwagen. Maria zog Su hinter sich her und schob sie durch die Tür in das Wageninnere. Ich wollte gerade hinterher steigen, als Maria sich umdrehte und mich zurückstieß.

“Du bleibst draußen. Du kannst durchs Fenster zusehen.” Und damit schloss sie die Tür.

Da stand ich nun. Meine Frau würde zum ersten Mal fremdgefickt und ich durfte nur durchs Fenster zusehen. Ich ging also zum hinteren Teil, wo das Schlafzimmer war, und schaute durchs Fenster.

Su saß auf dem Bett zwischen Maria und Piet. Die beiden erforschten Su’s Körper mit den Händen, während Maria sie mit Worten weiter heiß machte. “Du hast so einen geilen Körper. Als wir Dich am Strand gesehen haben, wussten wir sofort, dass wir Deine asiatische Muschi haben wollen.”

Su hatte die Hände nach hinten aufgestützt und den Kopf in den Nacken gelegt. Ihre Augen waren geschlossen und ihre Lippen glänzten feucht. Maria und Piet massierten ihre Brüste, ihren Bauch, ihre Oberschenkel, aber vermieden es, den Eingang zum Paradies direkt zu berühren. Su wurde immer geiler und ihre Beine öffneten sich immer weiter. Die beiden knöpften langsam Su’s Bluse auf und legte ihre beiden Apfelbrüste frei. Die Nippel waren extrem hart und Maria drehte sie sanft und zog daran.

Schließlich stand Piet auf und stellte sich zwischen Su’s gespreizten Beine. Die Beule in seiner Hose war genau auf ihrer Augenhöhe.

“Na los”, sagte Maria, die sich hinter Su auf das Bett gekniet hatte und jetzt beide Brüste mit ihren Händen bearbeitete, “hol seinen Schwanz schon raus!”

Als Su die Augen öffnete und sich nach vorne beugte, streifte ihr Maria die Bluse von den Schultern. Mit nacktem Oberkörper beugte sich Su weiter vor und zog langsam den Bund der Boxershorts nach unten. Piets langer, harter Schwanz kam zum Vorschein. Su zog die Hose ganz nach unten und das steife Glied wippte vor ihrem Gesicht. Sie starrte fasziniert auf den Prügel vor ihren Augen.

“Nur keine Scheu”, gurrte Maria, “fass ihn ruhig an.”

Und wie in Trance nahm Su den ersten fremden Schwanz seit unserer Hochzeit in ihre Hand. Piet war nicht beschnitten und seine Vorhaut bedeckte die Eichel. Vorsichtig schob Su die Vorhaut vor und zurück. Piets Schwanz zuckte und wurde noch härter.

“Komm, nimm ihn in den Mund”, flüsterte Maria. Sie schmiegte ihren Oberkörper gegen Su’s Rücken und drückte sie nach vorne, während sie mit den harten Nippeln spielte.

“Da, Chris schaut uns zu und will sehen, wie gut es Dir gefällt, einen anderen Schwanz zu blasen.”

Maria wies mit dem Kopf zu dem Fenster, durch das ich das Schauspiel verfolgte. Su’s Blick folgte Marias und sie yeni escort sah mir genau in die Augen, während sie Piet wichste. Und dann, mit einem Lächeln um den Mund, beugte sie sich wieder nach vorne und nahm Piets Eichel in den Mund.

Maria grinste mich breit an, während sie mit dem Busen meiner Frau spielte, die dabei den Schwanz eines fremden Mannes blies.

Ich stand an dem Wohnwagenfenster und war ziemlich sprachlos. Natürlich hatte ich vorgehabt, Su in die Welt des Swingens einzuführen, aber MIT mir als aktivem Partner. Jetzt war ich außen vor – im wahrsten des Wortes. Und was ich sah, war durchaus geeignet, mir einen ziemlichen Ständer zu verschaffen!

Drinnen blies Su den Schwanz von Piet jetzt mit aller Hingabe. Sie versuchte, soviel wie möglich davon in den Mund zu bekommen und massierte mit der Hand seine Eier. Piet hielt sich am Türrahmen fest und stöhnte leise.

“Komm, Piet, leg Dich hin, damit sie Dich besser blasen kann.”

Piet zog sich das T-Shirt über den Kopf und stieg aus den Shorts. Nackt legte er sich neben Su und hielt ihr seinen steifen Schwanz hin. Su legte sich ebenfalls hin und drehte den Oberkörper so, dass sie Piets Prügel wieder gut in den Mund nehmen konnte. Maria gab ihren Platz an Su’s Busen auf und kniete sich zwischen Su’s weit geöffnete Schenkel. Langsam und genüsslich begann sie, ihr die Shorts aufzuknöpfen. Su hob kurz den Po, als Maria ihr erst die Shorts und dann den String auszog. Die glatt rasierte Spalte glänzte nass und einladend.

Da lies sich meine Frau von einer wildfremden Frau den Slip ausziehen, blies jemandem die Latte, den sie erst seit drei Stunden kannte, und ich musste draußen am Fenster zusehen, wie meine Frau das erste Mal in unserer dreijährigen Ehe fremdging. Mein Schwanz war so hart, das er wehtat.

Maria spreizte Su’s Beine noch ein bisschen weiter und näherte sich mit ihrer Zunge den feucht glänzenden Schamlippen. Su zuckte kurz, als Maria mit ihrer Zungenspitze durch den Schlitz fuhr, entspannte sich aber sofort wieder und saugte um so heftiger an Piets Schwanz. Es schien ihr nichts auszumachen, von einer Frau geleckt zu werden.

“Ohh, diese Muschi ist so klitschnass!”, seufzte Maria, “Es macht sie definitiv geil, Deinen Schwanz zu blasen.”

“Und sie hat so einen geilen Blasmund. Jaa, nimm ihn schön tief rein. Bläst Du den Schwanz von Deinem Mann auch mit so viel Elan?”

Es waren die ersten Worte, die Piet gesprochen hatte, seit sie im Wohnwagen verschwunden waren und sie schienen Su zusätzlich anzumachen.

Maria hatte Su’s Schamlippen mit den Fingern auseinandergezogen, um sie noch besser lecken zu können, und saugte immer wieder an dem kleinen Kitzler. Dann schob sie ihr erst einen und dann zwei Finger ins Loch und suchte Su’s G-Punkt.

“Die läuft hier unten gleich aus, die kleine Fotze”, bemerkte sie. „Ich glaube, es wird Zeit, dass sie einen Schwanz reingeschoben bekommt.”

“Ja,” hauchte Su, “ich will jetzt gefickt werden. Himmel, bin ich geil!”

“Willst Du das, ja?” Maria spielte mit ihr wie eine Katze mit einer Maus. “Willst Du, dass Chris zusieht, wie ein fremder Schwanz Deine Ehefotze fickt?”

Mit einem schnellen Blick zum Fenster überzeugte sich Su, dass ich noch da war. “Ja”, hauchte sie.

“Lauter!”, verlangte Maria, “so dass Chris es deutlich hören kann.”

Su schlug die Augen nieder und sagte mit lauterer Stimme: “Ja, ich will, dass Piet mich fickt.”

“Sieh Chris dabei in die Augen!”

Su schaute zuerst Maria an, die noch immer zwei Finger in Su’s Muschi hatte, dann Piets harten Prügel, dessen Eichel und Schaft noch feucht waren von ihrer Spucke, und schließlich zu mir herüber. Und dann, als hätte in ihrem Kopf etwas “klick” gemacht, grinste sie breit über das ganze Gesicht, sah sie mir fest in die Augen und sagte: “Ich will, dass mich Piet mit seinem Knüppel so richtig durchfickt. Ich will, dass Chris sieht, wie gut mich ein fremder Schwanz befriedigen kann.”

Jetzt grinsten auch Maria und Piet mich an und Maria belohnte diese Aussage mit einem zärtlichen Kuss genau auf den Kitzler.

Piet legte sich auf den Rücken und sein harter Stab stand wie ein Flaggenmast senkrecht nach oben. Su kniete sich über seinen Bauch und brachte ihre Möse in Position. Maria setzte sich zwischen Piets Beinen und ergriff seinen Schwanz. Mit der einen Hand wichste sie Piet, mit der anderen fasste sie Su am Po. Sie richtete Piets Schwanz genau auf das klatschnasse Loch aus und drückte Su dann sanft herunter.

“Hier kommt er, mein Schatz, hier kommt Dein erster außerehelicher Schwanz!” Aus Marias Stimme sprach die Gewissheit, dass sie gewonnen hatten.

Fasziniert beobachtete ich, wie sich Su’s Becken senkte und Piets dicke Eichel zuerst Su’s Schamlippen teilte, um dann langsam dazwischen zu verschwinden. Su wackelte kurz mit dem Po, um den Schwanz richtig vor ihrem Loch zu positionieren, dann drückte sie weiter nach unten, um mehr von Piets Hammer in ihrer Spalte versinken zu lassen.

Maria massierte escort bayan topkapı seine Eier und betrachtete das Schauspiel vor ihren Augen. “Lass es langsam angehen. Ich weiß nicht, ob Du schon mal so ein Rohr in Deiner Muschi gehabt hast.”

Su stöhnte nur und drückte weiter, um Piets Schwanz ganz in ihre Möse zu bekommen. Irgendwann hatte sie ihn tatsächlich bis zum Anschlag drin und blieb erst mal still sitzen, um sich an das Gefühl zu gewöhnen.

Maria stellte sich hinter sie, umfasste ihre beiden Brüste und fragte: “Na, fühlt sich das gut an?”

Su stöhnte und kreiste langsam ihr Becken, damit der dicke Schwanz ihre Muschi etwas dehnen konnte, dann begann sie vorsichtig, an dem harten Stab auf und ab zu reiten. Maria hielt sie von hinten eng umschlungen, spielte mit ihren harten Nippeln und flüsterte ihr Schweinereien ins Ohr.

Nachdem Su sich an den riesigen Schwanz gewöhnt hatte, ließ sie sich nach vorne fallen und fing an, Piet richtig zu reiten. Der konnte sich bald auch nicht mehr zurück halten und erwiderte jede ihrer Abwärtsbewegungen mit einem kräftigen Stoß. Durch das geöffnete Fenster konnte ich hören, wie ihre Schambeine aufeinander klatschten und Su’s nasser Schlitz schmatzende Geräusche von sich gab.

Maria trat einen Schritt zurück und zog sich ebenfalls das T-Shirt und den Wickelrock aus. Ich war nicht wirklich überrascht, dass sie keine Unterwäsche trug. Was ich am Strand von ihr gesehen hatte, wurde bestätigt. Sie hatte kleine, feste Brüste, einen vollen, knackigen Po und über der glatt rasierten Spalte kräuselte sich ein kleiner Busch schwarzer Haare. Was hätte ich dafür gegeben, diesen geilen Körper ficken zu dürfen.

Nackt kniete sie sich wieder hinter die beiden und sah zu, wie ihr Freund die Möse meiner Frau mit kräftigen Stößen fickte. Su hielt ihr Becken jetzt still und ließ sich von unten aufspießen. Dieser Anblick schien Maria auf eine Idee zu bringen. Sie beugte sich vor und zog Su’s Pobacken auseinander. Su blickte kurz über die Schulter zurück, sagte aber nichts. Ich hielt den Atem an. Ich hatte Su zwar mit viel Mühe an analen Sex gewöhnen können, aber es war immer noch etwas besonderes und Su musste verdammt geil sein, bevor ich mit ihrem Hintereingang spielen durfte.

Als Maria jetzt die Pobacken mit beiden Händen auseinander zog, um Su’s kleinen, runden Anus ins Visier zu nehmen, biss Su sich nur kurz auf die Unterlippe und schwieg. Aber sie zuckte zurück, als Maria ihre Zungenspitze um die enge Öffnung kreisen ließ, und Piets Schwanz flutschte ein Stück heraus. Er hielt einen Moment inne und beide warteten geduldig, bis Su es nicht mehr aushielt und ihren Unterleib wieder nach hinten schob, damit sie Piets Hammer wieder ganz tief in sich spüren konnte. Piet nahm seine langen, tiefen Stöße wieder auf und Maria fuhr fort, Su’s Poloch zu lecken. Sie massierte den zarten Muskelring mit ihrer Zungenspitze und ließ mit sanftem Druck ihre Zunge immer tiefer eindringen. Su wurde fast wahnsinnig vor Lust. Die Zunge in ihrem Po schien ihr gut zu gefallen, den sie streckte Maria ihren Arsch so weit wie möglich entgegen, damit diese ihr die Zunge noch tiefer reinstecken konnte. Und Maria kam diesem Wunsch nur zu gerne nach.

Nachdem sie Su’s hinteres Loch eine Zeit lang mit ihrer Zunge gefickt hatte, richtete sich Maria auf und sagte: “Okay, dazu später mehr. Piet, dreh sie mal auf den Rücken. Jetzt bin ich an der Reihe.”

Piet rollte Su herum und zog sie ein Stück zur Bettkante, so dass ihre Beine auf dem Boden aufstanden und ihr Po gerade über die Kante herausragte. Als er sich jetzt vor das Bett kniete, war sein Schwanz genau auf einer Höhe mit Su’s Möse. Er setzte seinen Stab an und trieb ihn mit einem Stoß bis zum Anschlag hinein. Su heulte auf vor Lust und krallte sich im Bettlaken fest, während Piet sie an den Hüften festhielt und sein Rohr immer wieder in ihre nasse Spalte rammte.

Maria schaute sich das einen Moment an und kletterte dann aufs Bett. Sie kniete sich neben Su’s Kopf und streichelte ihr die Wange.

“Na, das hat Dir doch vorhin gut gefallen, als ich Dir die Muschi geleckt habe, oder? Okay, dann kannst Du Dich jetzt revanchieren.”

Sprach’s und kniete sich über Su’s Kopf, so dass ihr rasierter und erkennbar tropfnasser Schlitz nur Zentimeter von Su’s Lippen entfernt war. Su riss die Augen auf und starrte ziemlich panisch auf die Spalte vor ihrem Gesicht.

“Na komm, wir wollen Chris doch zeigen, wie sehr Du es genießt, meine Möse zu lecken, während mein Freund Deine Ehefotze fickt!” Damit drückte sie Su ihre Schamlippen auf den Mund und rieb sie hin und her.

Ich konnte nicht genau erkennen, was Su machte, aber sie schien sich in ihr Schicksal zu fügen, denn sie schloss ihre Augen und Maria stöhnte auf. “Jaa, das ist gut. Steck mir die Zunge ganz tief rein. Ohh, für eine Anfängerin bist Du eine fabelhafte Fotzenleckerin.” Maria beugte sich vor, gab Piet einen tiefen Zungenkuss, flüsterte ihm was ins Ohr und dann grinsten beide zu mir herüber.

Ich stand vor dem Wohnwagen und hielt es fast nicht mehr aus. Da lag meine Frau unter einem Pärchen, das sie erst vor wenigen Stunden kennen gelernt hatte, hatte einen fremden Schwanz in der Fotze und leckte an einer Muschi, als sei es das Natürlichste der Welt. Längst hatte ich meinen eigenen Riemen herausgeholte und wichste.

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