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Dusky Rose (KOI 13)

Columbia. June, 1974

“I don’t know,” Gary smiled softly. “Some of it’s sort of kinky. But Sherrie asked for you to have it.

“I… don’t think I want to keep any of it,” he added.

It was one of those watershed weeks provided by baroque collegiate logistics. With about twenty credits left toward his comp sci baccalaureate, Danny the redneck programming prodigy had been nominated and accepted for a fall semester’s paid internship way out in sunny south California. It would delay his graduation by six months, and the incidental expenses would wipe out his scant savings, but the internship had the strong probability of leading to a real job… not to mention sending Danny to the Promised Land his Okie heritage made irresistible.

But Danny and Candi’s trailer court lease ran through December. Not one to voluntarily lose their rent deposit, Danny hustled to make his interim arrangements. There was a small house in town that a departing friend had leased through July. It was a one-bedroom dump, but rented at no more cost than the trailer. Danny and Candi subleased the rest of the term on the house. I subleased the rest of the term on their trailer. After landing a clerical job on her very first Columbia interview, Becca rode in with her new Gremlin to provide the wheels to span the distance between the trailer court and College Town.

Our wedding had been set for the following Christmas. It was a shame Sherrie couldn’t be one of the wedding party.

Sher’s cancer had reappeared with terrible virulence in the winter of 1974. It was all over in little more than a month. Gary and she had lived with death for so many years, Sherrie’s departure left her husband with a dull grief, but no sense of shock. He wasn’t the sort of guy to carry grudges against powers as big as Death. Gary just quietly withdrew from the circle he and Sherrie had claimed as friends, and started applying for jobs five hundred miles from Monroe County.

Prepping for the move to the job he finally landed, Gary offered to help Becca shift her own closet, clothes and hope chest from her parents’ house to Columbia. It would be the last time we would see him.

With Becca’s boxes moved to the trailer and their contents stowed, Gary was seated on “our” couch, slugging away at what he said was his first bottle of Hearty Burgundy in months. Relaxing, he seemed to be regaining some of his gentle good spirits.

“I left the box back in my car,” Gary said.

“Sherrie’s… stuff?” Becca asked.

“Here… I’ll just bring it in.” Gary got off the broke-down couch and made the four strides to the trailer’s entranceway.

“Shoot,” sighed Becca as the door closed behind Gary. The outer, screened door slapped shut. “I thought this all was over with.”

Becca was working on a half-jug of stale but sweet pink wine that Danny and Candi had left in the fridge. I was helping Gary manage the several bottles of red.

The trailer doors banged open again, and Gary bumped in carrying a cardboard box that had once held a pretty massive air conditioner. The box was light for him, but he dropped it to the floor in front of us like it was a lead weight.

“Huggy Bear,” said Becca. The old stuffed animal’s head was peeping out of the loose flaps at the top of the carton.

“All her Barbies,” Becca continued to observe.

“I dunno, I tried to find them all for her,” said Gary. The sadness in the room had a nostalgic tinge, not really unpleasant. I refilled Gary’s tumbler.

A smaller box within the carton held a jumble of stuff. Gary or the families had disposed of most of Sherrie’s incidental cosmetics and clothes soon after the funeral. These things, apparently, were held out for Becca by special request of the deceased.

Gary picked through the bottles and spritzers in the smaller box, and found what he was looking for. He sort of chuckled.

“I have no idea what this is doing here,” he said.

They were a pair of powderblue panties, a couple sizes smaller than I’d seen of late.

“Oh, migod!” Becca’s entire face brightened. “Sherrie’s finally given them back to me!

“That stinker! She told me she’d lost them in the weeds. Instead, she musta been keeping them for a souvenir!”

We were laughing.

“Doggone her.

“Doggone her.”

Dumpf. There was a sudden hollowness in the room. I refilled my own glass, and Becca stretched her arm though a jumble of Barbie clothes to search the bottom of the carton.

She pulled out a plastic baggie containing a thick lock of gray-tinged black hair. There was a tag neatly tied to the ringlet. The handwriting on the tag was clearly Sherrie’s, but I couldn’t make out the message from where I sat on the floor. Becca read the note, blinked, and set the package to one side. She reached back into the carton.

“Vi-bray-tor,” Becca murmured. She pulled out the cheap drugstore rod, and its loose cord slurped rattling to the floor.

“I guess she wanted you to have it,” Gary said. “I don’t think I’ll have much need for it.”

Gary had been karaköprü escort celibate, we knew, since late February. It seemed a natural enough inclination, considering…

Well, there had been that weekend alone with Becca, just after Sherrie had made her last trip to the hospital. But that had been pretty awful, from Becca’s account.

“Oh, here,” said Gary. “I guess these are from me…”

Another scoot into the perfume box that had held Becky’s pubie panties. Gary pulled out a handful of plastic things.

“Cockrings?” I took a stab at identifying them.

“Cockrings, collars, ticklers… whatever you want to call them,” said Gary.

Gary’s face was flushed. “I dunno. You guys were good to us this last year. Maybe I should’ve just thrown these away. Sher and I hardly ever used them. But I guess they’re sort of… I mean, they’re from me, sort of, and maybe you guys would rather not…”

I thought I understood. For him, it had been Gary-and-Sherrie relating to Rich-and-Becca. Our friendship — our love — had been bound up in our mutual couplehood. Gary wasn’t sure we had seen it that way.

“I understand, man,” I told Gary, and let him drop the rings into my hand.

“How the heck do these things work?”

While listening to the two of us, Becca had absentmindedly dipped into the perfume box and sampled the contents of one of the bottles. Kind of a bad move. Sherrie’s signature scent filled the air.

In her last months, Sherrie had taken to wearing altogether too much “Dusky Rose.” It was as if she were trying to make up for something missing in herself, something which only she had felt was missing.

Now it was Sherrie that was missing. But her scent filled the trailer.

Gary just smiled at Becca, who was rapidly screwing back the bottlecap and ineffectually trying to rub off the perfume she’d applied to her neck. When I took the cockrings from him, Gary had lost the embarrassment he’d brought in with the carton of dolls.

Gary seated himself on the couch, again. Stretched. Sighed.

“It’s like Sherrie was right here, just now,” Gary said.

“Corny,” he mumbled.

Becca huffed, sympathetically.

“The back bedroom’s made up for you,” she told Gary.

“I guess I’ll start dinner now,” she said.

*****

More wine along with Becca’s spaghetti. We were all drinking too much, though not crazily. Sherrie’s perfume lingered, despite the air conditioner’s ventilation and the garlic of the spaghetti sauce.

“Becca said Danny and Candi are gone to Kansas City for the week,” Gary said. “I wish I could have seen them again, before I move to Atlanta.”

” ‘Again’? ” I asked. I knew that Gary knew Danny from the days Danny spent hanging around Becca’s sister. But when did Gary ever meet Danny’s new wife?

” ‘Seen them again’? ” I clarified my question.

“Sherrie and I caught up with them a couple of times, just before they was legal,” drawled Gary.

“At Joe ‘n’ Judy’s,” he went on.

Becca and I looked at one another. Amazed, I guess.

“You’re kidding,” I said.

It was Gary’s turn to be amazed.

“You mean you guys don’t know about Danny and Candi?” he asked, incredulously.

*****

We had decided as dinner cooked that we were growing too sloshed to drive to town and find something to do. But the wine ran out about the same time as the last forkful of spaghetti sauce. It seemed reasonable, therefore, that we drive to town and get more wine.

I volunteered to go. It would leave Becca doing the dishes on the first night she’d spend in domicile. It would make good precedent, I figured. Gary insisted that I’d need a co-pilot, and that he’d come along.

The buff warm breeze through the open Gremlin woke us up a bit.

“I hope I can make it back for your wedding,” Gary spoke loudly through the wind inside the car.

“I hope so, too,” I said. “I just hope your crazy family doesn’t turn it into some orgiastic bacchanale.”

“Ha,” agreed Gary. “But they’re pretty good at keeping it in when they’re in public. Just don’t look too close at their eyes.”

We rode on in silence for a while.

“Becky’s one of the smart ones, though,” went Gary. “As smart as Sherrie was.”

“Faster, though,” I said.

“Younger,” said Gary.

“Don’t know… Sherrie had a sort of a,” I stuttered, “a magic. She challenged you, sometimes, and then brought you in to her… And then it was like the, the love was coming from outside both of us, but it was all ours…”

“Becky’s like that,” argued Gary.

I paused.

“Sometimes,” I agreed.

Too heavy. I was approaching a stoplight, out in the middle of nowhere, and I slowed down as it turned yellow.

“Wish she’d go for more buttplay, though,” I remarked at the stop, trying to get on to a lighter theme. “It’s like she flinches every time I poke around down there.”

“Some women just don’t like it,” Gary shrugged. “Sherrie asked me to start. She had to teach me how.

“You’ve got to catch them karatay escort in the right mood, I guess. Start out easy. Don’t move too fast. Now that you’re living with her, it might give you the time you need.”

The light turned green.

“You up for anything, tonight?” I asked.

“Well, since you asked…”

“Maybe we should ask Becky,” I said, remembering my manners.

*****

“It’s funny,” Becca mused, late Sunday after Gary had left.

“After you went for the wine,” she said. “This strange… feeling… came over me while I was doing the dishes. It was kind of like the times I told you about, with Molly the Witch.”

Becca had brushed up against a teenaged coven back in highschool, in a day long before such things were popular. Molly the Witch was probably her best friend for a while, and Molly’s entire family would make for a classic study of religious atavism in white rural America. But they were too smart to publicize themselves. The “coven” remained a secret, which Becky only stumbled upon. Molly and her younger coreligionists took Becky for a couple of recklessly wild rides, then older minds got wind of it and Molly became unwilling to talk to Becky about anything more occult than herbs and animal lore. Becky’s adolescent curiosity was piqued, but her preeminent practicality reasserted itself and she let the experiences fade.

Her preternatural proclivities reemerged sometimes, when she’d turn into an animal during sexplay. But these childlike fantasies of hers hadn’t prepared us for the woman Gary and I found when we’d returned to the trailer.

More rosemusk filled the tin box than before. But it was the girl on the couch that recalled… someone besides Becca.

Becca had taken a shower while we were shopping for chablis in town. And most, but not all, of her hair was pulled back loosely by a charmingly tattered silk bow. I don’t know where she had found the ribbon; presumably, the Barbie box contained more than just dolls, old lingerie and perfume.

The girl’s newly-shampooed hair was curly, just dipping to the curve of her jaw. And she wore eyeliner; Becca never wore eyeliner.

The girl smiled oddly at our stares. She moved oddly — or, not like Becca would move. She was wearing a nightgown I had seen before… But not on Becca.

The girl’s smile turned to a chimpanzeelike pucker.

“What do you want to do tonight, luvs?” she asked.

Gary and I were drawn to the couch. Becca wasn’t the same to the touch as Sherry. She was harder, smoother, younger. But it wasn’t Becca inside the body.

“I want you both,” the girl murmured.

Gary and I were to either side of the melting girl. She’d taken our forearms in her hands, holding us firmly, but letting us decide which was to be first.

“Becky?” Gary curled over Becca in a strong embrace, his left hand smoothing the hem of her short nightgown, then gathering it into the tuck of her waist, above her hip, and he lifted her from the couch. Raised from the floor, Becca flexed her feet, straight legs seeking balance. Glimmer-slip of dark bush, and Gary and she were squirming together back in the cushions, kissing deeply. Becca was pulling at Gary’s clothes, thumbs into beltloops, fingers tugging ineffectually at the shirt fabric tight over his strong, broad back.

I was self-unbuckled on the floor now, mouthing Becca’s feet. The tendons of their high insteps were straining, toes curling with pedal desire. My hands were tendering Becca’s strong and shapely legs as Gary engaged her hands, breasts, belly and mouth.

It feels as if we’re all on stage right now. But who is the audience?

“Come on, Garrry, do me like old times,” Becca is cooing, cooing unnaturally. “Oh, babe…”

Gary’s relieving his quickening strain, his bejeanned left leg nestled between Becca’s thighs, his bound crotch already humping the ridge of her hard right hip. He’s palming her belly, stretching it taut, pulling the flesh upward. The gown is a shambles, folds creeping above Becca’s midriff, clumping in her sweating armpits, snagging around the undercleft of her tits. Becca’s almost clawing at Gary’s buttons. Any buttons, shirt or fly.

I’m swooned against Becca’s left thigh, stroking her left leg with both hands. Gary’s holding out on her, and the tension in her legs communicate her impatience. I reach one hand deep inside her crotch, half-covered by Gary’s rocking denim bulge, and I find the leaves of her twat, hot and working. I knuckle into the button where the leaves join.

Becca’s body jumps into the new sensation, momentarily fixing on the pressure I’ve applied.

“Ohh! Gimme…”

It isn’t enough for her, but Gary has to get off the sofa to undress. I use the opening to try the play thing. I move my ring finger into Becca’s tight asshole. It is fully oiled, with the same young juice that’s flowing down Becca’s inner thighs. I tuck the middle finger in, and the pinky, leaving just my forefinger and flicking thumb inside her twat.

Chin on Becca’s thigh, her hands in my karesi escort hair, I’m staring drunkenly at my manual efforts. My dizzy thoughts aren’t of love or sex right now; this is just brute exploration. There’s more flesh inside Becca’s anal sphincter right now than she’s ever had before, and my fingers are bonier than my tongue could ever be. But the usual flinch is not there. The hot cleft of Becca’s hip-to-belly is pressing against my cheek, now, and she’s actually hunching into my half-fist, helping me punch my way into her rectum. I screw my hand into the rubbery tube, losing the rest of my penetration into her twat. The free, juicy forefinger quickly makes its entrance into the tortured netherhole.

“Ohhwaho!” Becca’s groan of pain is not without a note of heavy pleasure. But Gary’s sturdy body is above us both now, and Becca is pulling what’s left of the nightgown over her head, where it catches, briefly, on her cheap silken hair ribbon, and my fingers are expelled from her sticky butt with a fragrant airfart.

It smells like Dusky Rose.

I roll away onto my back, dizzily, and stare at the ceiling while undressing myself.

“Now! Hurry! Hurry hurrry hrrry!”

Gary’s broad brown dick is cleaving Becca before I roll my gaze back towards them. Gary’s feet are still on the floor for leverage, his legs spread wide, and he’s pressing my fiancée into the back of the old sofa while she claws at his farmboy back, her legs still straining, feet still wriggling their signal of her whole body’s desire.

“Oh, Garyfuck! I don’t know what I’m doin’!”

Gary’s slipping back on the floor, away from her. Becca grapples at his body, her arms slamming, thumping his sides until she gets a grip on his ass. Gary gets a new hook inside, shakes the twin-backed beast up further into the sofa. Then Becca’s hands grab harder into the base of his gluteus. And her fingers strain, explore, and move into some space between Gary’s buttcleft.

I’m staggered upright now. Gary’s legs are sprawling, his feet still trying to get a grip on the livingroom’s shaggy carpet. I move between his redbrown thighs, targeting my wavering cock along the line of Gary’s backbone, and I dip to collect Becca’s ankles, wheelbarrow-fashion, and lift her legs over the pair. I just lean my shoulders into Becca’s calves, holding her body folded into the sofa.

Gary’s ankles beat around my legs as he finds a final, full fix on the girl. Becca’s calves wave rhythm into my shoulders as I watch Gary and her fuck. My arms are extended down the front of her legs, almost locking her knees straight. My cock waves in the air, the rose-scented air, and it’s not unhappy just waving there. Just beneath it, Becca’s hooked four fingers up Gary’s ass. More fingers, and deeper, than she’s ever seen fit to hook, before, and they are having their effect.

“Ooh, Becky! Watch out!” Gary’s laughing almost. “OOO CUZZZIN!”

Two squealing country bumpkins on my trailer sofa.

“Oh, o DAR-lin’!”

Somewhere in the aether, a curtain was coming down.

I swear I could feel his ejaculation’s force, through Becca’s legs. Becca’s face looked pained then, Gary’s face turned aside and chuckling hard into her shoulder. I stepped back, away into the center of the room. My eyes focussed just in time to watch Becca’s last buttpoking finger linger and twist, deep into Gary. It was like, finally, she really knew what she was doing there.

Gary was back on the floor, smiling goofily at us as Becca and I filed down the narrow hall to our bedroom. Becca’s quivering body didn’t need any time to return to its full-tilt, buzzing rev, but I managed to last seven or twenty minutes inside her on the soft mattress. Scent, sweat, and semen-enhanced slickness combined to encompass us inside the vibes her old friend had stirred, and it was fine to just missionary her, me and my memories — of another’s young, wise body.

Down the hall, we heard Gary fire up the shower.

“Hwhnn,” Becca miouxed as we fucked, now on our sides, one of her legs tucked between mine to rub her round smooth thigh into my sac. Knowing just what she was asking for then, I tucked a middlefinger into her asshole.

“Hwhnn. Um, hmmm.” Becca’s rocking picked up against me, and I tucked another finger inside, hard.

“Uhmm!” Becca sang. I felt my fingers press through her, to touch my cock inside her, and Becca’s basket seesawed between the two probes impaling it, and her post-Gary buzz was broken up, jigjig, jigjig, and my prostate tightened and released. Jigjigjigjig went Becca. Becca began singing little grunts, seesawing and contracting both holes at once. My prostate slipped another notch, and I was squirting a nice liquid needle of pleasurepain as my shot zipped through my urethra, over the bumps of probing fingers in Becca’s constricted nethertube, and pow we seemed to go UP bigger than “she” had with Gary on the sofa.

Or maybe not.

We lay side by side, exhausted, while Gary’s shower continued. The room no longer smelled like rosemusk. There was just the fruity smell of sweat, rectal mucus, cooling semen and girlslick.

Gary finally turned off the shower, and soon we heard him stepping into the hallway. Out in the hall, behind our closed bedroom door, Gary laughed with a strange sound of wonder. We couldn’t tell what he was laughing at. It was just a quick, short laugh, anyway.

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Author’s note:

This is the third and final story in the “All for you” series. Reading “All for you” and “For her too” first to learn more about Melissa, her boyfriend and her best friend Susan.

December 2017: By popular request, this is an expanded and revised version of the original story. It adds more detail and insight into the characters, and changes things around just a little.

*****

“Hon, wake up. Susan’s gone.”

Melissa awoke and stretched, the bed sheet falling to expose one lovely breast.

“Uh? Gone? Where’d she go?”

“She was gone when I woke up.”

Melissa yawned, trying to clear her head. Then she covered her eyes and groaned.

“Oh no. What did we do?”

I touched her arm. “We got a little carried away.”

“I’ll say. Letting you sleep with my best friend, letting her watch us… what were we thinking?”

Melissa groaned again. “And she left? That’s bad. She’s probably so embarrassed.”

“Somehow I don’t think Susan gets embarrassed that easily.”

“Oh, you don’t know her. We’ve been friends forever. She’s outgoing, but she’s no slut.”

“I didn’t mean she was. We all just got… carried away, like you said. So should we talk to her?”

“It’s better if I talk to her first. Alone.”

“If you say so,” I said, “But Melissa, how are YOU feeling about it?”

Melissa stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I should be horrified, right? But I think I’m okay. I never thought we’d ever do anything like that, but it went so naturally. It seemed right.”

When I first met Melissa, she was shy and guilt-ridden. Her strict parents had poisoned her mind against men and all things sexual. But Melissa had read, learned and had found her own morals for life. She fought the shame and fear instilled by her upbringing and through sheer determination, Melissa had pushed her boundaries and grown.

I supported her where I could and challenged her when she needed it. Her strength astonished me as did her growing lust. As Melissa freed herself from guilt and shame, she developed into the most loving, lust-filled woman I’d ever known, and I was the lucky target of her passion and curiosity.

I said, “I thought you’d need a lot more time to think about what we did.”

“I thought about it last night… after you and Susan fucked the second time.”

“You were awake? Uh, I was going to tell you about that…”

“I know. You screwed her a second time.”

“Actually, it was more like she screwed me. When I woke up Susan was already on top of me.”

“And I bet you fought really hard to push her off too,” said Melissa, nudging me.

“I… at first I thought it was you! Honestly. I couldn’t see anything, and you wake me up like that often enough.”

“You thought it was me? Oh, that’s so sweet! But then you realized it was Susan and…”

“…and I couldn’t stop her. I… didn’t really want to, either. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry. I mean, I practically pushed you on her the first time. I think that means you had permission last night.”

“So you just lay there and let us do it?”

“Uh huh. Pretty hard to sleep with you two shaking the bed and moaning. And well… it turned me on.”

“Oh, did it?”

Melissa blushed. “Yeah. Don’t know why, but the thought of you making Susan feel as good as you make me feel… it’s exciting. And last night was special. She hadn’t been with anyone for so long. And she has a little crush on you, you know. I’m glad we made her happy.”

“Happy’s not exactly the word I’d use. So what does this mean?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, you’re okay with me sleeping with other women now? I can hit the bars and sleep with anyone I want?”

Melissa wrinkled her nose. “Gross! No, of course not.”

“Then what, Melissa?”

She considered. “Well, Susan’s my best friend. You’re my boyfriend. Last night was just between us.”

“So if I slept with anyone else…”

“I’d cut off your nuts and leave you to bleed out on the bed..”

“Melissa!”

“I’m not sharing you with just anyone. You’re the only good guy I’ve ever found. But Susan… well, we’ve always told each other everything, shared everything.” She paused. “Last night we just went too far. But it’s not like it will ever happen again. She just needed some attention.”

“I think I get it,” I said. “But look, I’ve got this good friend Ralph who’s always wanted to screw you…”

Melissa gasped. “I’m not sleeping with any of your friends!”

“Good. And I don’t want you to. So we’re clear: you were okay ‘sharing’ me with your best friend, but I’m not okay sharing you at all. You’re mine, okay?”

“Okay,” said Melissa, and kissed me. “I want to be yours. I don’t need anyone else. Besides, it was just one night. Oh! I’d better call her.”

Melissa found her phone. “She’s not answering. And she’s offline. Oh! We slept in. I’ll be late for yoga. I’ll talk to Susan there.”

“You never told me Susan was in your yoga class.”

“It took a lot of persuading, but I got her to sign up. Look, why don’t you go home? kadirli escort Clean up, get a change of clothes. Can you come back later for dinner?”

I hugged her. “Of course. It’s Saturday. Where else would I be but with you?”

~~~~

As I walked to my apartment building, my thoughts were on Susan. The first time I saw her, I wanted her, but she had that effect on everyone: a tall blonde with almost supermodel looks. Someone like her could never be interested in an ordinary guy like me. Plus she was so outspoken and loved to party… my quiet ways would bore her to death.

How wrong I was. Susan admitted she would have given me a chance, I could hardly believe it. She seemed to have developed a thing for me since Melissa had been telling her everything we did. Images from last night filled my head: Susan getting naked with us, showering with us, watching me with Melissa, letting me eat her and fuck her… it was all I could think about.

When I walked into the lobby of my apartment building, Susan was waiting.

“Uh, hi,” I said. “What’s up? How did you know where I live?”

“Melissa’s pointed out your building to me once or twice. And your name’s on the directory. Can we talk?”

We rode the elevator in silence. Susan avoided my eyes.

Letting her inside, I said, “I’d apologize for the mess, but it’s always like this.”

Susan looked at the mess. “Guys are all alike. You all need a maid. Or a mother.”

“Susan, have you talked to Melissa? You just disappeared this morning. She’s worried. She was going to meet you at yoga.”

“Oh, yoga. I forgot. Why do I let her talk me into those things?”

Susan looked at her phone. “Yeah, she’s left, like, a million messages.” She started sifting through the texts and voice mail.

“Look, call her. She’s probably not at her class yet. I need to grab a shower… I still haven’t cleaned up from last night. Make yourself at home, okay?”

Susan nodded as she thumbed Melissa’s number.

In the shower, I tried to think. What was Susan doing here? Why did she just leave Melissa’s place without a goodbye?

The shower curtain opened and a very naked Susan stepped inside.

“Susan? What the hell?”

She put her arms around me. “Melissa didn’t answer. I haven’t had time to clean up either. Wash my back?” She smiled mischievously.

Last night, the shower with Melissa and Susan was playful and erotic. This time it was just awkward. I soaped her up, unsure and hesitant. When she closed her eyes to rinse, I admired every inch of her body.

Susan cleaned me and spent a few moments fondling me with soapy hands while she watched my face. My body didn’t react. It felt wrong. It felt forced.

We dried off, but when I went to find clothes, Susan stopped me.

“Can we just stay naked for now? I really liked it last night Like you said, it makes being open a lot easier, somehow.”

“Uh, sure, Susan. You know I’m comfortable with it. If you are.”

Naked, she led me back to the living room. We sat on the couch.

Susan said, “So, anyway, about last night…”

I interrupted. “Melissa said says she’s fine with everything that happened.”

“Are you sure? I was certain she’d need emergency therapy.”

“Yeah, I was worried too. But she doesn’t freak out about sex anymore. She said last night was a special thing just between the three of us.”

Susan said, “She’s come a long way. You really saved her, you know.”

“Melissa saved herself. I just let her be who she needed to be, without judgment. And maybe encouraged her a little.”

Susan hugged me and looked into my eyes. Her expression was strange. Scared.

To break the awkwardness, I asked, “So how do YOU feel about last night’s antics? Don’t tell me you’ve done a threesome before.”

“No, that was a first for me.”

“Why did you leave?”

Susan was silent, and then she said, “When I woke up you two were all cuddled up together. I felt awkward, and I wasn’t sure whether Melissa would freak out. So I slipped out.”

“So, no regrets?”

“Uh, I dunno. Maybe.” She paused. “I’m not on the pill.”

I just stared. “What?”

“I haven’t had a steady guy for a while. So I stopped taking it. It gives me trouble.”

“But last night… I came in you. Twice!”

“I know! I tried to say something… tried to stop you, but then you were in me and it had been so long. You were so good, and it was so naughty… doing it with Melissa like that. With her boyfriend. I planned to just let you do it for a while then get you to pull out, but when we really got going, well, I wasn’t exactly thinking. Later, I woke up and you were all naked and warm beside me and… well, you know. I don’t think I was even fully awake that second time.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “You should have said something. I could have stopped. But, I wasn’t thinking clearly either. When you let me… well, it was a dream come true.”

“Seriously?”

“I’ve fantasized about you for a long time. But last night, I never asked you if it was kapaklı escort okay… you know… to come in you. I should have made sure. I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m sorry.”

We hugged. Susan rested her head against my shoulder.

I smoothed her back. “Anyway, shouldn’t we find a drugstore?”

“That Plan B or whatever?” said Susan. “That’s the thing. I can’t. I took it once, and it made me sick as hell. The doctor said that might be why I always had such trouble with the pill. The same stuff is in both, only more.”

“Oh. Well, it’s probably okay. When Melissa and I did it when we were camping it turned out okay. It was just the right time in her cycle. We got lucky.”

We used my phone to find an ovulation calculator and entered Susan’s details.

“Oh, damn it,” she said. “If this is right, I’m ovulating today. The worst possible time. Guess that’s why I was so horny, huh?”

I put an arm around her. “It’ll be all right.”

“Bullshit! I can’t have a kid. I can barely take care of myself. And my job…”

I said, “It was both our fault. You’re not alone. If it happens, and whatever you decide, Susan, I’m with you, okay?”

She looked at me with derision. “You’re going to ‘do the honorable thing’? It’s not the 1950s, you know. A woman can take care of herself.”

“Of course. I just mean I’m not going to take off on you. I’ll do everything I can.” I smiled, “You know…. paint the baby’s room, fetch you pickles and ice cream, feed you ice chips during the delivery…”

Susan gasped and shoved me away. “You total asshole! That’s not funny!” But she smiled a little.

“I’m serious, though. I’m with you through this. We have to tell Melissa.”

Susan said, “No way. If she finds out I fucked you without protection, she’ll kill me then fret herself catatonic. You know how she is. She doesn’t need to worry along with us.”

“It’s not right to keep this from her. But yeah… it would completely stress her out. I guess we can wait until we’re sure.”

Susan hugged me for a long time. She pulled back to look at me with damp eyes. “It would be better if you were an asshole, you know. Then I could get mad. I meet the only good guy in the entire city, and I give him away to Melissa.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but let’s be real. I’m nothing much. I’m not rich, and only slightly handsome…”

Susan made a face.

“…so what’s the big deal? You’re gorgeous. You can have any guy you want.”

“Yeah, and you know how well that’s worked out for me. Mel told me everything you’ve done for her. I mean, she’s so happy now that she’s with you! It’s hard not to be jealous.” Susan leaned in and kissed me. “You transformed her, you know. Maybe you could transform me.”

I said, “If you’re pregnant, you’ll be transformed all right.”

Susan pulled me close, her warm breasts pressing into me. “So you fantasized about me, huh?”

“Uh, of course, Susan. You’re beautiful. Fun. A little wild. You’re completely sexy. You know that.”

“I really liked last night, you know. Being with you. And I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. Or so many times.”

Susan guided my hand to her breast and kissed me. Soon we were running our hands over each other, and she pulled me down until I was lying on her on the couch. She spread her legs and I could feel her folds wet against my dick.

“Fuck me again,” she said, an eager, hopeful look in her eyes. “Hard. Just don’t come in me, okay?”

She was so brash, so sexy. My heart was pounding at the thought of taking her again. Melissa would be disappointed she wasn’t there to watch us, I thought. It got her so hot the previous night. Maybe I should call her so she can come over.

Susan reached down to guide me into her.

I was soft.

She stroked me a few times and rubbed me along her wet slit, but there was no response.

I couldn’t believe it. Beautiful Susan, alone in my apartment, eager for me to fuck her and I wasn’t hard?

With a wry smile, she said, “did I wear you out last night?”

I rolled off her. “No. Just give me a minute.”

Without a word, Susan scooted down and began licking me, all around the head and occasionally sucking me into her mouth, all while keeping eye contact. She alternated between stroking my soft member, licking the head then caressing my balls.

That should have been more than enough. The sight of her working away, looking up with that mischievous expression, eager to get me hard should have caused a powerful reaction. Instead—nothing.

It occurred to me then that maybe Melissa wouldn’t be okay with what we were doing.

I stroked Susan’s head and pushed her off me. “Let’s stop this, Susan.”

Frustrated, she went back to working on me. She was skilled and knew all the tricks that would normally get any man hard in minutes, but it wasn’t working.

She stopped and rested her head on my thigh. She said, “Didn’t that feel good?”

“It felt wonderful, but I don’t know… this doesn’t seem right.”

Susan was quiet for a moment. karacabey escort “Were you thinking of Melissa just now?”

I said, “Well, sure. But I always think of Melissa.”

Susan considered that. “Always think of her, huh?”

We sat up.

“I wonder,” she said, idly reaching over to fondle me. “Did you ever consider you’re in love?”

“Huh? I like you, Susan, but I don’t know you well enough for that.”

“Oh for…” She whacked me. “Guys are so clueless. Not with me! With Melissa.”

Shocked, I said, “What? I mean, Melissa’s wonderful, but it’s way too soon for anything like that… isn’t it?”

“Is it? I’ve seen how you two are together. Picture this: what if Melissa was here right now, beside us like last night, naked, her hand guiding you into me, asking you to fuck me, and holding my hand while she watched us fuck each other like animals?”

More images from last night returned. It was so exciting having Melissa watch, not just accepting me fucking her best friend, but actively encouraging us. I started getting hard.

Susan noticed. “Ah… someone likes having threesomes with his girlfriend. Naughty boy! So if she was here, you’d be fine. I think even if you just had her permission to be with me, you’d be okay. But you can’t go behind Melissa’s back, can you? Because it might hurt her. And you can’t hurt someone you love.”

I thought about that. It was all new. I’d never been in love. I didn’t know the first thing about it.

Susan said, “We were so good together last night. We had a real connection, didn’t we? I came here thinking that maybe you might like to be with me instead of Melissa. Especially if… you know, you’ve knocked me up.”

“Uh…”

She sighed. “I guess I was only thinking about myself again. I should have seen it… it’s obvious now.” She forced a smile. “You’re right. We can’t be doing this. I’m sorry for tempting you.” She took a breath and stood. “I’d better get home. And you, big guy, need to get back to Melissa. And tell her you love her. Because I’m pretty sure you do.”

As I sat there and thought while Susan dressed. She kissed me gently and let herself out.

~~~~

It was getting dark when I returned to Melissa’s apartment.

“Why are you dressed?” I said when I walked in.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I invited Susan over to eat with us again. I think we all should talk together.”

“Oh, so you… talked to her? What did she say?”

“Not much. She wasn’t at yoga, but I got hold of her later. She says she’s fine with what we did… she was more worried about me. But something’s wrong. I could hear it.”

So Susan had not told Melissa about our afternoon together, or about her possibly being pregnant. I decided that even if Susan didn’t want to, we had to tell Melissa.

When Susan arrived, she said, “What’s this? You’re not running around naked?”

“We don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Susan grimaced. “Guys, it’s your place. You kids like prancing around in the buff, go ahead… it’s not like I didn’t see it all last night.”

“You sure?”

“Go ahead, guys. Besides, I’ve started to enjoy it.”

I looked at Melissa and she shrugged, so I moved behind her. Kissing her neck, I pulled off her top, then kissed and nibbled her exposed shoulders. I held her breasts when I released her bra. Freeing her from her jeans, I stroked her tummy and squeezed her bum, then just wrapped my arms around her from behind, enjoying the feel of her. When it was her turn, Melissa gave me a similar treatment undressing me.

When we were both naked, we glanced at Susan. She had a wistful expression.

“Does he always undress you like that?” she said.

Melissa stroked my cheek. “Most of the time. Sometimes I get dressed just so he can undress me again.”

Susan said, “You… uh, is it all right if I get naked too?”

“If you’re okay with it, go ahead,” said Melissa.

“Can… can he do it?”

I looked at Melissa. She smirked and nodded.

I stepped behind Susan and began stripping her, kissing her shoulders and neck, slowly removing one thing at a time. When I crouched to lower her pants, I kissed her flat tummy that, for all we knew, held the beginnings of our child. The thought was frightening but exciting too.

When I stood up, Susan hugged me, resting her head on me. Her warm body and breasts caused me to stir.

We dimmed the lights and lit candles to make Susan more comfortable, and sat, ate and chatted.

Susan seemed nervous, but I felt sick. I couldn’t stand it. Looking over at Susan I said “Melissa, there might be a problem about last night…”

I told her about Susan’s visit that afternoon and the chance she might be pregnant. Melissa listened in stony silence.

When I finished, Melissa fixed Susan with a cold stare. “You let him fuck you without protection. Then went to see him. Behind my back. And tried to fuck him again?”

Susan looked stricken. “It wasn’t exactly like that… I wasn’t…” She trailed off, searching for a response.

The room seemed chilly as Melissa glowered at her friend.

Susan said, “It was so good last night. There was a spark there… with him. I’m sure there was. I thought… look, I don’t know. When there’s magic with a guy, I go after him. You know me. I was excited. I didn’t even think about you. It was selfish, I know.”

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We had been to a friend’s birthday party, a meal and a dance, and now we were almost ready to leave. My very sexy wife Doris is half chinese, cute and curvy and petite, with black hair, a pretty face and delightful pert high set tits. For this night out she had chosen to wear a new black party dress, stockings and high heels, and she looked stunning. The dress was short, a few inches above the knee, gathered at the waist and slightly flared, both of which helped emphasise her legs and her lovely rounded bottom. The top fitted tightly across her breasts, and was held by two narrow shoulder straps.

Having watched her earlier getting ready to go out, I knew what beautiful lingerie Doris was wearing underneath the dress, and hoped someone else might also find this out later. There were hints, of course, when Doris would sit down, cross her legs, and let her dress ride up her thighs. At times I, and others, could catch a glimpse of the tops of her stockings, and in at least one careless moment I caught sight of bare thigh flesh and suspenders straps above the top of her stocking.

Probably helped by her careless leg display, Doris was getting plenty of attention. We knew only a handful of the guests, but when the dancing started Doris had been frequently invited onto the floor, and between times was frequently getting her glass refilled. She was soon more than a little bit tipsy, but not yet drunk.

Just before leaving, we sat down at a table for a few minutes, where we were immediately joined by another couple who introduced themselves as Mike and Eve. It seemed like they had just been waiting to pounce on us. Mike, an older man, well dressed, probably well-heeled too, had been one of the many men who had earlier been dancing with Doris. His wife Eve was well built, blonde, and perhaps a bit extrovert. After a few minutes chat, she excused herself to speak to someone, leaving Mike and me alone with Doris.

By now my wife seemed to be in a bit of a tipsy haze, and very drunk, not paying much attention, as Mike leaned over to me. In a whisper, so that Doris couldn’t hear, he said, “I’ve been watching your wife all night. Bit of a prick tease, isn’t she. I love it when she sits down and crosses her legs so that her stocking tops are showing. Very, very nice. She pretends she doesn’t know what she’s doing, but I suppose you’re used to all that.”

I replied in a low murmur, “Yes, Doris really loves wearing stockings…and it’s so nice when you get to see that little bit of white thigh…” I saw the gleam in his eye brighten as he leaned closer to me to whisper, “My wife likes her too, if you know what I mean…” I glanced across at his wife Eve, who was standing a few yards away talking to someone, but at that moment just happened to be looking straight towards Doris. I could almost see the thoughts running through her mind.

Mike touched my arm and said softly, “Why don’t you bring Doris back to our place for a nightcap? Never know what might happen.”

I knew very well what he wanted to happen, and decided to take him up on his offer. Mike gave me his address and left us, and quite quickly, Doris and I then managed to slip away and soon we were at Mike and Eve’s door. Mike ushered us in and pressed drinks in our hands. Eve was sitting on a couch with a huge smile on her face. “Thanks so much for coming. Doris, come and sit beside me.”

I guided Doris to the couch where she managed to sit down beside Eve without spilling her drink. She automatically crossed her legs, revealing another glimpse of lacy black stocking top which she made no attempt to hide, making me think she was drunk enough already for us to start playing games with her.

There was a tap at the door, and Mike brought in a newcomer, and introduced him as John. A bit tubby, probably 60-ish, the same sort of age group as Mike and Eve. John looked across at Doris and turned to Mike. In a low voice, “Jeez,” he muttered. “You said this was a nice one, but bloody hell, I didn’t think she would look so fucking good.”

Mike and Eve both laughed, and Mike murmured, “Yeah, she looks good, doesn’t she. Very fuckable. And she’s very drunk. We can have a lot of fun with this one.” He looked at me. “You Ok with this, chum?”

I nodded. “Of course, I know what it’s about. When she gets drunk ….. well, I’m enjoying this, I like watching.”

Mike looked at John then back at me. “You mean she’s up for it, right?”

“Doesn’t matter if she is or not,” I answered crudely. “When she’s drunk and horny, Doris takes cock any way you want to give her it. She might pretend and say no but she means yes. Anyone could do anything with her.” As I settled myself down to see what they were going to do with Doris, I knew Mike had got the message.

Eve encouraged Doris to have a couple more drinks, then snuggled closer. Her arm went round Doris’s shoulder. Turning to the men watching, she murmured, “I know both of you want to shag Doris, OK? But I want some fun with her too, so I’ll give you a show before you start with inegöl escort her.”

She turned her attention to Doris again, leaning across and putting both hands round Doris’s head. For a moment both women looked into each other’s eyes. Then Eve drew Doris’s face against her own. Doris looked so shocked, but she did nothing to resist as their lips met. It was extremely erotic seeing this older brassy woman kissing my pretty young wife, holding her head, and the way they were sitting, both women were showing a lot of thigh. I saw the other two men grinning, the prospect of watching Eve seducing Doris had both of them on the edge of their chairs, eager not to miss anything.

At last Eve drew back from Doris, and my wife gasped for breath. She looked almost mesmerised, her face blank, her eyes seemed to be almost glazed. Eve’s hand went down to Doris’s thigh just above the knee and rested there. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you, Doris, you’re a real naughty girl and you are making me feel very horny.”

Doris said nothing, but neither did she do anything to stop Eve from slowly sliding her hand higher up her stockinged thigh. With her legs still crossed, the hem of the skirt was just on her stocking top, and Eve’s fingers were almost there too. Doris belatedly tried to push her hand away. Eve just smiled, said, “Ahhh, you’re not a shy little girl, are you, we’ve been watching, you’ve been showing off your legs all night. Mmmm, let me do it for you, let everyone see your legs.”

With that her hand caught the hem, and she slowly slid the dress higher. The tops of Doris’s stockings were now on display, even the first sight of suspender straps. Doris was so drunk she didn’t seem able to stop what Eve was doing, until Eve took hold of Doris’s hand and clenched it round the raised hem. “We want to see you doing it yourself, Doris. Pull your dress up.” Her voice was a littler sharper this time. “Show us your nice stockings and suspenders.”

Without waiting for a response, once again, Eve put both hands on Doris’s head and pulled their mouths together. I could see that Eve’s tongue was working in Doris’s mouth, a real deep French kiss which lasted for quite a time. I could hear Doris moaning a little, and then Eve’s hand was again on Doris’s thigh. She forcibly uncrossed Doris’s legs, then she took Doris’s hand and guided it between them. At the same time, she pushed Doris down a little on the couch, making Doris’s dress ride up even higher, well above the tops of her stockings.

Breaking off from kissing Doris, Eve looked down, to see Doris sprawled on the edge of the couch, her dress now up round her hips. Her shapely legs were slightly apart and almost completely uncovered, showing the dark stockings and suspender straps, the beautiful pale bare thigh skin above her stockings, even the tiny scrap of black lace covering her pussy.

“Now, Doris,” Eve hissed. “Touch yourself, go on, let me see you touching yourself.” She guided Doris’s hand down until Doris’s fingers were resting on her own pussy. “I bet that feels good, Doris. Maybe it might be better like this…” She forced Doris’s hand inside the waistband of the tiny knickers, holding Doris by the wrist to make sure there was no escape. “Touch your pussy, Doris, give yourself a little rub, go on, I’m sure you know how to.”

Doris was gasping a little now, breathing hard, but still too tipsy to really know what was going on. She probably knew that someone was holding her wrist, forcing her hand inside her knickers, making her fingers rub across her own pussy lips…

“That’s it, Doris, do as you’re told, keep wanking yourself, you’re doing it good, sit forward while you do it.” Eve helped Doris into a more upright sitting position, and next thing she had the top of her dress loosened, the straps pulled over her shoulders, letting it fall towards her waist, exposing a tiny lacy bra which barely covered Doris’s superb little tits. Eve didn’t unfasten the bra, she just tugged it down so that everyone could see the lovely little rounded buds. Doris has very sensitive nipples, and already we could see them stiffening. Eve was almost drooling at the sight. She reached down beside the couch and brought out a large cock-shaped dildo.

“Look at this, Doris,” she murmured. “But don’t stop rubbing your pussy, I want it wet.” She held the dildo in front of Doris, who just about managed to focus her eyes on it. First Eve rubbed the tip across Doris’s exposed nipples. She spent a few moments doing this, and you could almost see the nipples growing larger and even more erect. Then she held the dildo against Doris’s mouth, rolling it to and fro and pressing it against her lips. She was holding Doris by the neck, making sure Doris was helpless. “Suck it, Doris, open your mouth and suck it. It’s just like a real cock, and I bet you’ve sucked plenty of real cocks.”

Doris’s hand inside her knickers was moving slightly, even without Eve’s assistance. I’m sure everyone noticed, I’m sure everyone knew now that ipekyolu escort Doris was getting aroused and horny.

Eve continued her encouraging words. “Push your finger into your cunt, Doris. Tell me if you’re wet in there.” She pulled the dildo from Doris’s mouth and looked down. Doris was undoubtedly fingerfucking herself. Through the flimsy lacy material we could see her knuckles, and her middle finger was moving in and out of her cunt.

“Good girl, Doris, my god you really are a slut. I bet right now you’re wishing someone was fucking you. Well, sluts love getting fucked, don’t they. And I love fucking sluts. So my little slut, I’m going to do it, I’m going to fuck you, Doris. With this lovely big cock.”

Doris slurred out “Oh no!” but Eve’s crude words were certainly getting her agitated. Eve ignored her slight protests and reached down to her knickers. “Oh my!” she exclaimed. “I love it! Look boys, her frilly little pants are tied at the side! That makes it so easy!”

She quickly undid the bow knot then pulled the loosened front down a few inches, revealing to us all that Doris still had her middle finger inside her pussy, she couldn’t help it, she was still finger fucking herself. Eve flung the knickers to one side, and now, with the dress so high up, apart from her heels and the stockings and suspenders, Doris was effectively naked from the waist down.

Eve slapped the inside of Doris’s thigh, ordering her to open her legs wider. With a groan, Doris did as she was told. Eve pulled her hand away to expose the little patch of black hair, her naked pussy lips glistening with moisture, her clit looking puffy, her cunt looking like it was soaking.

Eve ran the tip of the dildo a few times across the swollen pussy lips, then slowly began to ease it inside. Doris panted for breath and moaned louder, her breasts rising and falling as she sucked in air, her legs now splayed further apart. She was so aroused now, and totally helpless, totally under Eve’s control.

Kneeling beside her, Eve slowly pushed the dildo a little deeper into Doris’s cunt, and slowly began to fuck her with it. “You like this, Doris?” she asked. “Does it feel good? Mmmmm, I know a way to make it better, make it tighter, so you can feel every inch of this lovely cock inside you, filling you, fucking you.”

Without warning, she suddenly scooped Doris’s legs up into the air and brought her knees together, still with the dildo buried deep in her pussy. Doris looked as if she couldn’t believe what was happening. She was whimpering non-stop, breathing hard. With one arm locking Doris’s knees together high in the air, Eve pushed the dildo deep into Doris’s tight cunt. It looked incredible. Doris’s stiff nippled tits bobbed up and down as Eve thrust the dildo in and out, fucking Doris harder and harder. The position Eve had her in showed the suspender straps stretched tautly against the curves of her lovely rounded arse and with her shapely stocking clad thighs up in the air, it gave us a perfect view of the dildo plunging into her cunt.

While she carried on fucking Doris, Eve glanced over her shoulder. “Right guys, you want to shag Doris after I’ve finished with her? Ok, first you can give the slut a cock to suck. Give her one in each hand.” The men had already got their cocks out, wanking themselves as they watched Doris taking the dildo deep into her cunt. I was then treated to the sight of the men eagerly pulling Doris back, forcing her to take two cocks in her mouth, turn about, curling her tiny fingers round their cocks and holding her wrists to make her wank both of them at the same time, while Eve thrust the dildo harder and faster into her pussy. All the time Eve was fucking Doris, the men were both taking turns sucking on Doris’s tits, pulling them about, playing with her stiff nipples and rolling them to and fro, making Doris cry out whenever her mouth wasn’t full of hard cock.

Eve suddenly pulled the cock-shaped dildo out and spread Doris’s legs wide apart. Her cunt was soaking, the lips open and even more puffy, her clit also now erect, her hips moving up and down even with nothing shagging her. She was moaning and crying out and panting and obviously very aroused.

Eve swooped down and thrust her face between Doris’s outstretched thighs. For the next few minutes she fingerfucked Doris’s cunt, sucked on her clit and licked her hard, furiously working her tongue and fingers in and around Doris’s pussy. Doris went almost out of control, arching her back and jerking her hips all over the place, building up to a climax that had her screaming, her whole body shaking and shuddering with the strength of the orgasm.

Eve at last stood up. “Right boys, I think Doris enjoyed that, now she’s good and ready for more shagging. Let’s see if you can make her cum like that again.”

The effect of the huge orgasm had started Doris crying. She was covering her pussy with her hands, but now the men wanted their turn to fuck her, and her protests couldn’t iskenderun escort stop them. She was flung roughly over the end of the couch, face down, her stiff nippled tits rubbing against the fabric, her round arse in the air, her legs apart on the floor. John sat on the couch gripping her wrists while Mike moved up behind her. His cock looked rock hard. He pressed the stiff rod between Doris’s opened thighs. I watched the bloated head pressing against her cunt lips. They were glistening wet and seemed to part easily as he started to edge his cock into her. Doris wriggled and struggled, trying to get up, crying out, “No, please, no!” But with John still holding her down she was helpless, and she gave out a long loud moan as she felt Mike’s hard cock penetrating her to the hilt. She started sobbing and whimpering as he began to fuck her, quite slowly at first, with long measured thrusts.

Eve seemed content to watch her husband take his turn at fucking Doris. She turned to me, smiling, and murmured, “This is good, isn’t it. Look at the way she’s squirming, I think your lovely little wife really wants this, she wants a good hard ride. Maybe she can take two cocks at the same time? Johnny just loves a nice tight arse to fuck.”

The next few minutes were incredible. Mike pulled out of her pussy, and Doris was dragged to her feet, supported from behind by John, while Eve turned her attention to Doris’s tits. The bra was removed, but the dress was still clinging to her body, her stockings and suspenders still intact. For the next minute or two Eve squeezed and sucked on Doris’s excited nipples, which were now as hard as thimbles, incredibly long and stiff. Doris was making constant moaning and panting noises, her head back, her eyes tight shut. All the time Eve was so roughly fondling her tits, Doris stood there, legs parted, with John behind her, one arm round her waist for support, and his other hand between her legs from behind. We could see he was ramming two fingers in and out of her juicy cunt, finger fucking her hard, to the knuckle. My drunken wife was so horny by then she was moving her hips, in small uncontrollable jerks, in time to the fingers attacking her cunt. At that moment Doris would have allowed anything, anyone, to use or abuse her any way they wanted.

Eventually Eve stepped back from sucking Doris’s tits, but kept her hands grasping the stiff erect nipples. “Get the bitch on the bed,” she ordered. Both men instantly grabbed Doris, holding her arms behind her back, and half carried, half dragged her into the bedroom.

Eve was giggling and enjoying herself, watching the two naked men manhandling the almost naked Doris. “Right then,” she said, “I think it would be nice to see Doris on top, giving Mike a good hard ride.” So Mike made himself comfortable on the bed, grinning and lying back with his fist round his erect cock, waiting for Doris’s cunt. Eve and John bundled my drunk wife onto the bed and lifted her onto her hands and knees. They made her kneel astride Mike, who immediately pulled her face down to his, and Doris for a few moments was kneeling over him, her tits pressed against his chest, her naked arse up in the air, the suspender straps drawn tight against her bare skin. Her open legs let us all easily see her pussy, lips slightly parted, glistening with wetness and ready for cock. Eager hands pushed her buttocks down, forcing her tight juicy cunt down onto Mike’s waiting cock. It was an incredible sight to watch his stiff cock sliding slowly up between her pussy lips as they pushed her down, until her cunt was taking every hard inch.

“Now shag him, Doris,” Eve cried out. “Ride him, ride his cock!” Doris couldn’t help it, she was so aroused she began to move up and down on Mike’s cock. She rode him quite slowly at first then a little bit more forcefully, all the time whimpering and moaning. It was so exciting to watch her lovely rounded arse moving and to see her tight little cunt fucking Mike’s huge prick, her stocking clad legs spread wide, suspender straps tight across her buttocks. Mike was holding her shoulders down, and her stiff pointed nipples were dragging across his chest as she moved, her bare arse exposed and inviting.

“Hold her Mike,” said Eve. “Keep her there! Keep her just like that.”

Eve took hold of John’s cock with one hand, and began wanking him. She used her other hand to finger herself, then rubbed it up and down on Doris’s bum, getting Doris well lubricated. Her hand went back and forth between herself and Doris, but soon she was concentrating only on Doris, her middle finger moving in and out as Doris bobbed up and down on Mike’s stiff cock. Then John took over. He leaned over Doris from behind, his cock rigid. He guided it between her arse cheeks. He was trying to push it in, and Doris gave a strangled scream as she felt the hard cock begin to penetrate her arse.

John’s cock slowly inched its way into her, and now Doris was taking the two cocks inside her. She was gasping and groaning constantly, gripped and held tight by Mike and Eve, as both men began to shag her together. Very slow and easy at first, but both cocks were going in deep. My wife’s body looked tiny and helpless as they sandwiched her between them, shagging her slowly and steadily, both cocks penetrating deeply into her cunt and arse on each stroke.

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Marcie’s head flew up and down over my cock, licking the sides like they were coated in chocolate. Now, there was nothing unusual about Marcie giving me a blow job, nor was there anything unusual about her enjoying it. But there was something more there today. An urgency to her work that raised a flag that something was up.

I just sat back and enjoyed the ride, although when I felt that familiar buzz run up my shaft telling me I was close to cumming, I did nothing to stop it. Within seconds, I had pumped three blasts of my cum into Marcie’s mouth. After swallowing it all down, Marcie moved next to me on the bed, lying on my chest, rubbing my chest and stomach with her hand.

“A little quick on the draw today?”

“Thanks to you. What’s going on?”

“What?”

“Marcie, I know you too well.”

And she knew I did. She picked herself up and leaned back on the headboard. I straightened up next to her.

I was ready to hear what she wanted. A week-long trip to her parents? Maybe it was the tub. I haven’t gotten around to caulking it yet. Or, maybe she wanted me to agree to having a yard sale.

Marcie began: “You know I love you, right? And you know how much you sexually satisfy me?”

I though to myself, “Uh, this can’t be good.” But I said, “Of course.”

She continued: “But no matter how good our sex life is, there will always be gaps. I would never go outside of our marriage to fill them. But, I don’t think there is anything wrong with us filling them together.”

The room started to spin. I always thought I was a pretty good lover. And, Marcie never seemed to have any complaints.

“Jack?”

She must have seen the wheels turning inside of me.

“Jack, this is not an insult.”

“No, of course.” Uh, I hope.

Marcie threw caution to the wind and dove in. “You know I have no desire to do anal, and yet that’s something you would like to try.”

I nodded.

Marcie continued. “And, I think you know I’ve been thinking of what it would be like to be with another woman.”

“Hold on there one second,” I thought to myself. Another woman? No, THAT I would remember. I felt a little unsettled, but my dick started growing. Hell, it was like a lead pipe along the side of my leg.

Marcie glanced down at my cock and smiled. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Marcie, you’ve never said anything about wanting to be with another woman.”

“Well, Jack, didn’t you ever think it was odd how I got aroused at lesbian porn as much as you did?”

That was true. Marcie loved all porn, but the girl-on-girl stuff seemed to get her really hot. Wait, does this mean she’s a lesbian?

“Jack, I’m not a lesbian.”

Sometimes it felt like she could read my mind, but then again, I’m not that tough to figure out.

“But, I think touching another woman, and being touched by another woman, is something I want to experience. At least once. It’s a gap, if you will.”

Wow. Marcie wanted to be with another woman. I couldn’t quite get my brain around it. But, my cock was understanding just fine. It was throbbing on my leg.

Marcie reached down and grabbed hold of my shaft. She gently rubbed it up and down, and damn, it felt good.

I needed some more information, though, no matter how happy my penis was.

I started in: “Okay, so how does my gap relate to your gap?

“Well, I was having lunch with Nadia yesterday …”

Okay, things were starting to make sense. Whenever my wife had a surprise for me, good or bad, or whenever my wife came to me with an idea that seemed out of character, good or bad, inevitably Nadia was behind it.

I always thought of Nadia as my wife’s devilish little sister, even though they weren’t really related. They were both about the same height, and they both had the most arresting blue eyes.

But, while Marcie had long, straight, brown hair that ran down to the small of her back, Nadia had short, spikey blonde hair. And, while they both had killer bodies, they were totally different. Marcie was soft and feminine, with curves in all the right places, Nadia had a more athletic build, with smaller, perter breasts and a flat stomach.

But more than the differences in their looks, it was Nadia’s personality that got your attention. She was absolutely sure of herself and what she thought and wanted. Especially what she wanted. Nadia had a way about her that just made you feel okay about following. Marcie always did. Which brings us back to her lunch with Nadia …

“I should have known Nadia was behind this.”

Marcie ignored my comment and soldiered on. “We just realized, Nadia has had experience with other women and she loves anal sex.”

And Marcie just stopped there, expecting me to fill in the blanks.

Only, if I filled them in wrong, I could find myself in some serious trouble. This was definitely a great opportunity to play dumb. Considering Marcie had quickened the pace of her stroking, and had moved her face down to my crotch, licking my shaft gürsu escort every few strokes, my lack of intelligence at that moment was quite believable.

“Marcie, what are you saying?”

Marcie took a long lick up the side of my cock, and then plunged her mouth over the head, moving so far down, and taking so much of me into her, that I felt the tip of my tool rub her throat, while at the same time feeling her lips buried in my pubic hair.

Marcie quickly moved her head up, licking my shaft along the way, until my cock popped out of her mouth with an audible pop. She smiled at me, started rubbing my cock, and matter-of-factly said: “Nadia is coming over tomorrow night to fill our gaps.”

The minute she finished the statement, I came, with the first blast hitting Marcie in the face. She laughed as the next spurts coated her hand.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Needless to say, the next 24 hours were among the longest of my life. I was so excited at the prospect of not only fulfilling my fantasy of having anal sex, but even more, I was looking forward to having a sexual liaison with Nadia. While she pissed me off sometimes, there was no doubt that she was a beautiful, sexy woman, and next to Marcie, there was nobody I’d rather have sex with.

Wait a minute? Was I going to be able to do anything besides have anal sex with Nadia? Could I kiss her? Go down on her? Play with her tits? No rules had been set. And wait a minute: Would I be able to watch Marcie and Nadia together? Could I join in?

My excitement and my anxiety were battling for my brain’s attention, leaving me unable to sleep, concentrate on the football game the next day, or do anything else that required a skill learned after second grade.

I even started to ask Marcie about the ground rules, but she cut me off, saying I worry too much, and that tonight was going to be great.

As Nadia’s arrival time grew near, everything had been put into place. Marcie had arranged pillows and candles all around our bedroom. After I showered, Marcie took a long bath with scented oils. When she came out of the bathroom she looked and smelled so good, I think I would have been fine with it if she cancelled Nadia and we spent the rest of the night in bed pleasuring each other until we were spent.

But Nadia was coming, and Marcie and I were both excited about it. Marcie put on a brand new negligee she had bought for the occasion: Black (she knows I love her in black), lace over her stomach and sides, satin over her breasts and pubic area, G-string in the back showing off the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.

She also laid out a new pair of boxers for me, black, silk and fitted. When I put them on, they felt so good.

Soon, the door bell rang, and I answered it, finding Nadia at the door in a rain coat.

“Hi Jack. Aren’t you the lucky devil?”

With that, Nadia walked in, Kissed me on the cheek, and dropped her rain coat, revealing that she was wearing … absolutely nothing. Her breasts, which Marcie swears up and down are real, sat impossibly firm on her chest, almost offering themselves to me. Her nipples, long and hard, were pointing at me.

As my eyes trailed down her body, I immediately noticed that when Nadia went naked, Nadia went naked. There wasn’t a pubic hair to be found, her lips hanging out, seemingly begging to be licked. At least they seemed that way to me.

I heard a finger snap, and it dawned on me. I’d been staring.

“It’s good that you like what you see. You don’t look half bad yourself.”

Marcie then came down the steps, dressed in her negligee. Still, after all these years, she took my breath away.

Marcie stopped on seeing Nadia. “Wow, you don’t waste any time!”

“We all know why I’m here. I know I can’t wait.”

Then Nadia reached out and ran her finger over my silk-covered erection.

“Jack looks ready to burst. So, what are we waiting for?”

Nadia took my hand and headed for the steps.

My mind was reeling. I didn’t expect things to move so quickly. I wasn’t complaining, mind you, but I was definitely caught off guard. I don’t know what made me say it, but I blurted out: “Nadia, would you like a drink?”

“I think we’re past the have a drink state, don’t you think Jack?”

She smiled at me. I smiled back. When we reached Marcie, Nadia took a second to drink her in. Then she let out a whistle.

“Darling, you look so beautiful, and so sexy, I’m speechless.”

Marcie started to blush a little, but before she could get too embarrassed, Nadia leaned in and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on Marcie’s lips. Marcie gasped in surprise, but soon her gasps took on a desperate, extremely turned on air. Marcie ran her hands all over Nadia’s naked body, up and down her tanned, toned legs, over her muscular, perfectly shaped ass, and over her taut, flawless back.

Nadia had one hand around Marcie’s head, her fingers entwined in Marcie’s beautiful brown hair. The other hand? Still holding hendek escort on to my hand, squeezing hard, probably to let me know she knew I was still there.

After a couple of minutes of furious making out, Nadia broke the kiss and smiled wide. Marcie smiled back, almost giggling, and started running her perfectly manicured hands through Nadia’s spiky hair.

(I should point out that Marcie has the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen: Not too long, not stubby, with perfectly shaped nails that she always keeps polished in light, simple colors. That night it was a pale pink.)

Nadia broke the silence. “I think we’ll be more comfortable upstairs. And besides, we need some more room so Jack isn’t left out.”

And with that, Nadia turned to me and started kissing me with the same fever and passion she had kissed Marcie, using her free hand to massage and rub my butt. Any question about what I would or would not be allowed to do washed away in that moment. I knew that nothing was off limits. That tonight was going to be three people making love to each other completely and without restraint.

As we spilled into the bedroom, Nadia took charge, but not in an off-putting, military commander way. Instead, she gently guided Marcie to the bed, laying her on her back, with her lovely legs draped over the end. Nadia then took my hand and sat me on the floor, leaning against the bed, inches from Marcie’s legs. I wanted to start licking her legs up and down, but I had a feeling Nadia had something else in mind. And she did.

Nadia moved between Marcie’s legs and started kissing her ankles. She went back and forth, licking, kissing, and nibbling away. Marcie is pretty ticklish, and she giggled a little, but she seemed to be enjoying it. Nadia then started kissing up Marcie’s left leg, paying special attention to the soft skin behind Marcie’s knee. Marcie moaned, purred actually, and smiled.

Watching Marcie’s face gave me a warm feeling. I loved seeing her pleasured. And, a bit surprisingly, I didn’t mind that it was another person doing it. The fact that it was a beautiful woman was probably the reason.

Soon Nadia had reached Marcie’s pubic area. She steadily moved Marcie’s G-string down, pulling it over one foot, then the other. Nadia then moved her hands over Marcie’s stomach, pushing the negligee up so that she (and I) could see right up to the underside of Marcie’s lovely breasts.

My dick was as hard as it has ever been, pulsing and rhythmically banging off my leg. Nadia looked down at my silk tent and said, “Jack, you better let him out of there or you may do some serious damage.” My boxers were off in an instant.

Nadia then dove in, licking Marcie’s outer lips up and down, eliciting a loud, guttural moan from Marcie that drove me wild. Nadia’s tongue darted up and down, in and out, not hurried, but insistent.

Marcie’s moans continued, and I could see that her pussy was getting very wet. When I noticed a coating of Marcie’s liquid on Nadia’s nose, I let out a low moan. It might have been one of the most erotic things I had ever seen live in my whole life.

My moan got Nadia’s attention. She smiled at me and asked: “Enjoying the show?”

“More than you can imagine.” My hand slowly moved back and forth on my cock.

“Feel free to dive in whenever you want. There’s plenty of us to go around.”

My mind raced. What do I want? So much to choose from. Even in a heightened erotic state, Marcie still knew me too well. She gasped out, “Toes.”

See, I know some guys have a foot fetish. I have would I would call a reverse foot fetish. Most human feet are ugly. They skeeze me out. So, if a woman has feet that don’t repulse me, I find that really arousing. Marcie’s feet were beautiful, not too big, not too small, always nicely pedicured, and with all of her toes in proportion.

Marcie’s comment pushed me to look at Nadia’s feet. They, too, were perfect. More muscular and less delicate than Marcie’s, but still very pleasing to the eye. Marcie knew that I always wondered if I would enjoy a little toe sucking, reveling in the lack of offensiveness of a beautiful foot. But, I never had the guts to try it.

Marcie knew that this night was about filling gaps, and this was my chance to see if I had a gap to fill.

I carefully moved down to Nadia’s feet, noticing again how beautiful they were. Nadia wore no polish on her toes, but she didn’t need to. Her toes were flawless. I summoned my courage and bent down. Nadia moved her foot up, giving me easier access.

I extended my tongue, running along the top of her foot until I reached her toes. I put her big toe in my mouth and exhaled hot air. I heard Nadia moan (though it was partially muffled, since her mouth was buried in Marcie’s pussy), and I knew I must be doing something right. I continued working over her toes, one at a time, swirling my tongue and exhaling hot air.

Turns out, I’m quite a toe sucker.

Nadia, meanwhile, continued ilkadım escort to work on Marcie’s pussy, moving her tongue up and flicking Marcie’s clit. Marcie jumped and let out a shriek of pleasure, and Nadia moved in for the kill, sucking, licking and nibbling on Marcie’s clit.

Nadia lifted her head and said to me, “Jack, if you don’t stop working on my toes like that, I am going to cum way too soon.”

Proud of myself, I climbed up on the bed and sat at Marcie’s head, placing her head between my knees. I reached down and kissed her. Marcie responded with passion, lashing her tongue over my teeth and tongue, and moaning and purring like I had never seen her before, at least not from this angle.

I reached down under her negligee and palmed her beautiful breasts, feeling her hard nipples jamming my palms. I broke our kiss for a moment and put two of my fingers into Marcie’s mouth. She licked them and sucked them for a moment and then stopped. Like I said, Marcie always knows what I am thinking.

After she released my fingers, I reached down and rubbed her taut nipples between my slick fingers. It felt so good, and I know Marcie was happy as she rocked back and forth under the assault from both ends.

I knew Marcie wouldn’t last much longer. Nadia increased the pace of her tongue lashing of Marcie’s clit, and Marcie started bucking her hips as she came, her juices running freely over Nadia’s face. I held her breasts the whole time, cradling them from below like I know she likes it.

The look on Marcie’s face was wonderful. A sexually blissful smile.

Nadia peeked out from over Marcie’s crotch and looked up, her face slick with Marcie’s juices. Nadia’s smile was one of the cat that ate the canary, proud of what she had accomplished.

Marcie groaned out, “That was wonderful.”

Nadia quickly responded, “That was only the beginning. But, it’s time we gave Jack some attention, don’t you think?”

Marcie looked up at me, ran her perfect hand through my hair, and said: “I want this to be the best night Jack ever had.” And with that, the two women had me on my back. Marcie had switched positions with me, and my head lied between her knees. Feeling the smooth skin of her inner thighs on my cheeks was so arousing I thought I would explode.

Nadia, meanwhile, had begun an assault on my dick, licking up from the bottom and back down the other side, all while holding my sack in her hand, gently applying pressure.

As I’ve told you, Marcie gives incredible blow jobs. But it was so arousing having a woman do it completely different. It was no better than what Marcie does, but the variety was delicious. I’m sure Marcie was thinking the same thing when Nadia had her face buried in Marcie’s pussy.

Marcie leaned over and started kissing me and running her hands over my chest. Nadia started deep throating me, and I could feel my cock head slamming against the back of her throat. If Nadia ever decided to go pro, she could earn a fortune without ever taking off her panties.

Just as I was really getting into it, Nadia stopped and announced, “I haven’t forgotten why we’re here.”

Nadia got on all fours on the bed, showing her beautiful, toned ass off to Marcie and me. She looked over her shoulder, seductively wiggled her butt, and slyly said, “You each have a job to do.”

With that, Marcie crawled on her back under Nadia and began licking Nadia’s pussy up and down, lapping at her like a dog drinking water on an August day. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself and think that Marcie was a natural pussy licker. Her face showed pure passion for her task, smiling as she enjoyed Nadia’s taste and wetness.

Nadia was obviously enjoying it too, her eyes locked closed, her lips slightly parted, and her pussy getting wetter and wetter.

I moved around Nadia’s backside and put my finger deep in Nadia’s snatch. She was so hot and wet, I went all the way in to my knuckle in one thrust. Nadia let out a low, aggressive moan. I knew she needed more. And I was going to fuck an ass for the first time in my life.

But not quite yet. I had read enough to know that I had to prepare the playing field before the game could begin. I spread Nadia’s juices over her butt hole, and then slowly inserted my finger, leaving it there for a few seconds so Nadia’s muscle could get used to me.

Soon, I felt her relax, and I was able to bottom out my finger. Nadia started moving her ass against my finger, getting into the sensation of being probed.

Meanwhile, Marcie had started to suck hard on Nadia’s clit while inserting two fingers into Nadia’s pussy, thrusting them in and out slowly and steadily.

I could feel Marcie’s finger inside of Nadia. It was wild, and such a turn on. I soon started thrusting in rhythm with Marcie.

Nadia was now a lustful animal, pounding herself against our fingers while letting out a stream of steady, guttural moans. Watching these two women, naked, covered in sweat, and bathed in lust, I felt like I was the luckiest man in the world.

What moment in my life would ever eclipse this? Short of hitting a home run in Game 7 of the World Series (unlikely given my age and eye-hand coordination) or winning a Nobel prize (unlikely given my career B+ average), this was as good as it would ever get.

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Finale, part 1 of 2: Summer’s End

The cool, beaded sweat on the outside of the beer bottle wet my palm as I raised it to my lips, squinting behind my sunglasses. I swallowed a refreshing gulp of the golden suds and let out a satisfied sigh. Summer was beginning to wane, but the late August afternoons remained with a lingering warmth.

I set my beer down on the small table next to my lounger and linked my fingers behind my head. The girls were spread out in front of me engaged in their various activities: Amy lying on a towel on the grass reading what looked like a textbook, wearing a long, white tee, Holly and Aysha floating in the pool supported by foam noodles, their bikini-clad breasts bobbing on the surface of the water, and Emma to my right, flipping through a magazine, her upper arm subtly jiggling her bust with every turn of the page.

It was a typical summer Saturday afternoon. Me and the girls had spent many days like this in the back yard of Carmen’s palatial home: swimming, drinking, relaxing, and of course every manner of sexual activity. Today, however, there was a subtle tension in the air, like the green bikini string pulled taught between Emma’s enormous breasts. In the lead-up to the girls’ imminent departure to college, they had become irritable and catty. The question on everyone’s mind remained unspoken: who would get to spend the last day with me?

There was only one weekend left before the girls were off to pursue their scholastic endeavours (not to mention their sexual endeavours, no doubt), and try as I might, I couldn’t foresee a scenario with which all of the girls would be happy. I knew a decision had to be made which would potentially alienate all but one girl, and ran the risk of causing conflict between them. I had considered so many different options, but ultimately I knew I would have to choose; that or remove myself from the situation completely. And let’s face it: the option of abstaining from possibly my last opportunity to be with one of these beautiful teenage girls was simply not an option. Although I was not above being selfish, at least I wasn’t lying to myself.

While the other girls seemed distracted, Emma looked up from her magazine, took a quick glance at her friends, then spoke to me softly.

“Hey, um… what are you doing next weekend?”

I was opening my mouth to reply when she hastily pushed on.

“‘Cause it’s the last weekend before I go back to college and I’d love to spend it with you,” she finished, lifting her oversize sunglasses to her head and looking at me pleadingly with her big brown eyes.

There it was. Decision time.

The truth was, Emma and I had become quite close over the summer. Since she was staying at Carmen’s and not her mother’s place, she had much more freedom than the other girls, and we had even had a few dates, going to see a film, having the occasional meal out, going for drives in the country, or trips to the beach. There was a silent acknowledgement that we were not exclusive, but we kept our sexual escapades limited to Emma’s group of friends. The fact that the girls’ mothers had also been involved somehow remained a fragile secret, likely due to the perceived backlash one might receive should it be discovered that they had had a threesome with me and their mum, even if-strictly speaking-nothing incestuous had occurred.

I cleared my throat and prepared to bite the bullet.

“Of course, I’d love to, Em,” I said with a warm smile.

Her delighted grin eclipsed mine, then I saw her eyes flick to her friends, unable to conceal a silent gloat.

The decision was made. Now I just had to wait for the fallout. I wouldn’t have to wait long.

I took another long swallow of the cool brew and caught movement from the pool through the amber bottom of the nearly empty bottle. Holly was emerging from the water like a goddess, her hair slicked back and water dripping off her sensuous curves like a Baroque fountain.

Her bikini was navy with white stripes, her round globes jiggling with her every stride. She smiled as she approached my lounger, kneeling between my legs and leaning over me, shaking her body to drip as much water down onto me as she could. Her breasts shook with her, nearly spilling out over her bikini cups. I jumped a little as the cool drops struck my sun-warmed skin.

“You trying to get me wet?” I asked, peering between her swaying tits.

“You’ve already done it to me,” she replied cheekily as she reached to my stomach and pulled my swim trunks down, taking my soft cock in her cool, wet hand and looking at it curiously.

“No matter how many times I look at this thing it still gets me, like, so fuckin’ horny,” she admitted.

Her pretty hazel eyes remained fixed on my flaccid cock as she began to work her small hand up and down its length, giving it vitality with every slow, deliberate pump.

Emma watched me with mild interest, and Aysha had left the pool, tugging the cups of her white bikini to give her perky breasts even more lift, sitting in erdemli escort the lounger next to me, her elbows on her knees to get a close view of the action, biting her bottom lip. Amy ignored us, but I suspected her cheeks were aglow behind the textbook she was reading.

Pursing her full lips, Holly let a string of spit drool from her mouth onto the head of my cock, distributing it along my shaft with both her hands as if polishing the rung of a bannister. She admired her own handiwork, her nipples hardening under her bikini and poking out like pebbles. I reached down to ease the itch in my palms by filling them with Holly’s generous bosom, but she released my cock and gripped my wrists, pushing them down to my sides against the lounger.

“Uh-uh, baby. Only one thing’s gonna touch these titties,” she chided huskily.

She moved her body closer to mine, her breasts just grazing my chest, then slid them down my firm abs, my cock dipping between them and under the string of her bikini, my glossy tip emerging from her cavernous cleavage.

“Oh! Peek-a-boo, Mr. Big!” she giggled.

Holly began moving her body up and down mine, stroking my cock between her melons, her head tipped back to watch me, her round ass in the air, her hands still on my wrists.

“Damn… I wish I could do that…” said Aysha sadly, pulling her bikini cups down and pushing her tits together, her head tipped down to examine her modest but not insignificant cleavage.

“You don’t have to, like, lose his cock in your tits to make him feel good, Aysh. You know how much he loves it when you tease his tip with your hard nipples, or smack his big dick against them. I mean, even Amy’s little tits can get him off,” explained Holly in her infinite sexual wisdom.

I shrugged. “Size definitely isn’t everything. I’m a tit man, what can I say?”

Amy huffed at Holly, dropping her book down, frowning, but Holly was too busy with me to notice her. Aysha began playing with her nipples as she watched, seeming pacified by Holly’s and my assurances. My hard cock continued its return journey back and forth between the plush mountains of Holly’s cleavage, the bikini string dragging under my shaft and tugging at her cups. On one particularly deep thrust, the string pulled up and over her round breasts, spilling them out onto my stomach.

“Oops! How did that happen?” she giggled again, bringing her hands up to toss her bikini top away and push her tits together, sandwiching my dick between them.

I raised my hands and put them behind my head as she moved her boobs up and down my column, firmly masturbating my phallus within their cushioned embrace. Aysha watched with great interest, but Emma still hardly paid attention, still lazily flipping the pages of her magazine. Eventually, Holly noticed this surprising lack of interest.

“Ok what’s up, Em? Usually when we’re playing with your boyfriend you get all like, jealous.”

Emma’s eyes flashed for a moment before she managed to subdue some internal spark of rage. She flipped another page of her magazine, a tiny smirk at the corner of her lips.

“It’s fine. Go ahead. Fuck his brains out for all I care.” Her voice was even, but had an underlying current of venom.

Stunned, Holly stared at her, her mouth slightly open, then sat up, my cock slipping free of her cleavage. Without breaking her line of sight at Emma, she held my cock pointing straight up and lowered her mouth onto it, sucking the tip, then bobbing her head quickly, allowing my knob to bump the back of her throat as her hand twisted around my shaft.

Once again, Emma’s face betrayed a flash of anger, soon quashed. She turned the page without having read a word.

Holly’s brow furrowed, and I noticed the other two girls pay closer attention, sensing a tension in the air.

Holly pulled back, stroking my cock rapidly, then looked at me.

“What happened? Did you guys, like, break up or something?”

Before anyone had a chance to reply, she continued.

“Oh well. More cock for me then. Come on baby, fuck my tight little throat with that juicy cock.”

She took a deep breath and descended on my pole, taking my entire length into her throat in one bob, her eyes tearing up, her gag response kicking in. The whole time, her goading eyes were locked on her best friend.

Emma turned the page, so hard this time that it ripped out of the magazine.

“Go ahead, but he’s spending all of next weekend with me, so enjoy it while you can, slut!” she blurted out, her cheeks red, her eyes blazing.

Holly pulled back again gasping, spit swinging from her chin as she dribbled down onto her tits. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand as if in slow motion, my cock forgotten.

“What?! What the fuck are you talking about?” said Holly.

Aysha and Amy were now also staring at Emma, waiting for her response.

“He’s spending the last weekend before we go back to college with me,” Emma said simply, defiantly.

“Um, have you even fatsa escort asked him?” Holly looked back at me, her hands on my stomach, her tits bulging between her arms. “Are you going to spend it with her, like, alone?” she asked turning to me, almost sarcastically, as if there were no chance.

Time for the fallout.

“Actually, uh… yeah. Look, I don’t want to cause any-“

“You ARE?!” she said incredulously, then hopped off my lounger so quickly that her tits did a wild dance on her chest. “Well fuck this. I’m not going to suck your cock if you’re going to exclude us from your little lovers’ weekend.”

Holly picked up her bikini top and her towel, then stormed toward the house.

“Come on girls. If he wants just one pussy instead of four, he can have just one pussy!” she said as she strode into the house, not looking back.

Amy had already clapped her textbook shut, and quickly followed behind Holly, scowling at me. Aysha seemed less sure, still sitting in her lounger cupping her tits in her small hands. She looked at Emma, then to me.

“Aysha!” Holly’s angry voice called out from inside the house.

Aysha jumped, her tits jiggling, then stood up and dashed inside, not even covering her bouncing breasts with her bikini.

“That went well,” I said, breaking the awkward silence.

Emma looked at me apologetically. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! But… we had to tell them. I mean…”

“It’s ok,” I assured her, chuckling. “It was going to come out eventually. Better sooner than later.”

Emma put her magazine down and knelt next to my lounger, putting her hands on my chest and looking at me with her big, puppy dog eyes. She must have noticed my slightly crestfallen expression through my casual smile.

“Babe… really, I’m sorry. I know how much you love fucking my friends. You’ve had your own private teenage harem all summer and now I’m taking that away from you.”

Her hand caressed my cheek and I couldn’t help but feel my heart warm. I took her wrist and kissed the back of her hand.

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’ll enjoy some alone time with you before you go away. Don’t worry about it, Emma. Besides, they’ll forget all about it when they have all that college cock to enjoy.”

“Hmmm… I wonder how I can make it up to you…” she cooed.

Her fingers were wrapped around my spit-soaked cock before I could say a word. It was still semi-hard, and she had it to its full throbbing size in 20 seconds. She knelt between my legs as Holly had, running her fingers along the insides of her bikini cups to casually pull them under her massive tits, letting them fall free in a glorious cascade of round, pink, jiggling breast meat.

She tossed her hair to one side and picked up where her best friend had left off, taking me into her warm, wet mouth and slurping loudly as she bobbed her head, her hand working in concert with her lips, sucking my proud cock in an earnest, enthusiastic, oral apology.

I reached down to fondle her heavy, swaying breasts, kneading them in my palms as she rolled my balls on her tongue, jerking me off firmly. She licked a long swath up the underside of my shaft, then looked me in the eyes as she bobbed, taking me deep as I felt my tip bump the back of her throat. After a minute, she raised her head again, jerking me with two hands.

“So you really don’t mind if it’s just me and you next weekend? I’ll make it worth your while,” she said innocently, kissing my cock head.

I wanted to tell her I was looking forward to it, that I couldn’t wait to spend some alone time with her, but I could see she wanted to play the game a bit.

“Hmm, I’m giving up the chance to be with your three sexy friends, Em. You will have to be extra special for me,” I murmured, stroking her hair.

“I will sir, I promise!” she squeaked, then added, “I promise I’ll be your perfect little slut girlfriend. I’ll do anything you want me to do, sir.”

“Mmm, I’ll hold you to that, baby. I’m looking forward to using my sexy teen girlfriend until you can’t walk straight.”

She giggled and doubled her efforts on my cock, sucking me hard and fast, letting me move my hips to fuck her throat as I approached my climax. As she felt my cock swell, she sat up and put her hands on her thighs.

“Cum on my face, baby. Cum all over your girlfriend’s face!” she cried.

I pushed myself up, standing astride the lounger and taking hold of my bobbing member, stroking it quickly and firmly as I positioned Emma’s face underneath me. She looked up expectantly, putting one hand on her full breast, the other fondling my balls in her fingers.

“Here it comes,” I grunted, and Emma obligingly opened her mouth and extended her tongue, her eyes wide and excited.

I pumped my cock and unleashed a thick rope of semen high into the air. It splashed down on Emma’s forehead and hair, falling behind her head as she flinched. I tipped my cock down and blasted several spurts directly into her pretty face, criss-crossing finike escort her nose, cheeks, and lips, including a few volleys into her open mouth. She moaned and rolled her tongue, licking her lips as my spunk dripped down her visage, over her chin and down onto her tits.

Soon I was empty, my head buzzing and my cock dripping. Emma put her lips over my tip and began cleaning me off, sucking the last few drops from my dick before opening wide again and showing me the milky load on her tongue.

“Em! If you’re quite finished out there I’d like to have a quick word,” called a voice from behind me.

I twisted almost painfully to seek the source, catching only a swish of black hair as the screen door closed. Carmen. Emma shut her mouth and swallowed the whole mouthful in one loud gulp.

“Fuck! I was supposed to clean the kitchen,” she recalled, her cheeks rosy from being caught.

She looked up at me, blinking cum from her eye. “How do I look?” she giggled.

“Gorgeous as always.”

I turned and picked up my towel, handing it to Emma so she could clean my cum from her face and tits, then pulled up my swim trunks and put my t-shirt back on. Emma did what she could, pulling her bikini back up over her beautiful breasts and adjusting them, then getting me to check her over. I walked in and she followed me, meeting Carmen in the kitchen. She was wearing a tight white tank top and short jean shorts, looking hot-which seemed to match her mood.

“What did I ask you to do, Emma?” she said, gesturing angrily to the mess of dishes, food, and empty bottles on the counter tops.

“I’m so sorry, Carmen, I was going to do it but I lost track of time.”

“I don’t ask much of you, Em. I would appreciate a contribution around here once in a while.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do it now. Just let me get changed.”

Em turned to me, standing on her toes to kiss me briefly on the lips before turning and making her way out of the kitchen. As she walked away from us, I could clearly see a long, white streak of semen down the back of her head, sticking to her long hair. I brought my finger to my mouth, biting the nail and wincing. Carmen watched Emma go and saw it too.

“And clean that cum out of your hair!” she called after her, shaking her head.

Emma practically sprinted out of the room as if pushed by Carmen’s words, not looking back.

When Carmen directed her gaze accusingly back at me, all I could do was shrug, my cheeks burning.

“I’m glad you’re having fun, at least,” she said sarcastically.

I read more than anger in her expression though. I saw a hint of jealousy. What I couldn’t decide was whether that jealousy was directed at me, or Emma. She stepped closer to me.

“You’ve fucked Emma, you’ve fucked her friends, and you’ve fucked their mothers. I bet it burns you up inside that you haven’t fucked me yet, doesn’t it?” she said quietly, her eyes contemptuous.

“I’m not greedy, Carmen. Besides, you’re my boss. We have a professional relationship, and I don’t want to make things awkward in the office.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We’re way past that. I’ve watched you fuck, I’ve even jerked you off onto my friends’ naked bodies, but you haven’t had me. You’ve had teen pussy, and MILF pussy, but you haven’t had my pussy.”

She reached down and squeezed my cock through my swim trunks, and despite having recently cum, I felt a tingle and a swelling there. She was right, of course. Carmen was the forbidden fruit, and I wanted a taste. It was pointless arguing with her, but I had to try to save some face.

“You’re right, I haven’t. And if I know you, you’ll dangle it like a carrot until I’m half-mad with desire. But I’ve come to accept it, so that carrot isn’t quite as juicy as it once was-especially since I’ve got plenty of alternatives available to me.”

It was bold of me to throw it back in her face like that, especially with her hand gripping my cock through my swim trunks like a ski pole, but my hubris had got the better of me. Carmen stepped closer, her breasts grazing my chest as her fingers closed, squeezing me until I was unable to suppress a wince… though I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel a throb in my loins.

“You arrogant prick,” she hissed.

Yet as I looked into her burning, auburn eyes, I felt a sense of respect. Carmen seemed glad to see that I knew how to play the game. It encouraged me, and before I knew it more words began to spill from my lips.

“I think you want something too, Carmen. I can see the way you look at Emma. At her friends. I’m not the only one who enjoys the fairer sex-especially nubile, young college girls. How many times have you pleasured yourself watching that video of me and those teen girls in the bathroom, hmm? How many of those vibrators and dildos have you creamed on while you fantasised about them?”

My mind flinched at itself. What the fuck was I saying?! She’s literally holding my junk in the palm of her hand.

The ensuing silence stretched out for what felt like an eternity, yet Carmen didn’t so much as blink.

Finally, her aggravatingly neutral expression phased into an equally aggravating smug knowingness.

“That’s your problem, sweetheart,” she spoke huskily. “You’re too focused on rattling my cage instead of finding ways to get what you want.”

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Terri gets her first taste of black cock.

Inside the cabin on the king size bed, her knees drawn up and her heels resting on the edge of the bed Terri watched as Ed stepped closer. Her body overflowing with passion as she stared at the thick black cock standing hard and thick from his hairy crotch. Her whole body trembling with anticipation at the thought of experiencing her first black cock.

When Ed finally stood between her smooth white thighs, Terri saw him looking at her fur-covered pussy. She knew that her pussy was already wet inside and her lips were swollen in anticipation and she could hardly wait to experience Ed’s throbbing manhood enter her body for the first time.

She focused in on Ed as he placed his left hand on slight bulge of her stomach; a sign of childbirth, just above her thick patch of blonde pubic hair then slid his thumb down until it came in contact with her sensitive clit causing her to tremble. Then grasping his swollen cock in his right hand he rubbed his thick turgid head up and down her slit causing Terri to tremble and moan. When he pulled away and saw the wetness of her cunt glistening on the head of his cock he knew that she was more than ready to receive him. So he positioned his cock against the outer lips of her pussy and very slowly inched forward, entering her love hole. While the thick head of his dick penetrated her outer lips Terri sucked in a deep breath. Her body trembled as she felt the huge mushroom head of his maleness slowly and inexorably parting the lips of her pussy and slowly inching deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt Ed’s enormous throbbing cock head burrowing its way up into her helpless vagina until finally she had all 5 inches inside her. When Terri felt the enormous cum filled balls of Ed pressed tightly against the firm rounded cheeks of her ass, Ed stopped. He allowed for her pussy to adjust to massive thickness of his cock before he continued on.

“Are you ready for this, Terri?” Ed asked before moving forward.

“OH YES, ED! I’m more than ready, fuck me, please.” Teri replied feeling the thickness of him deep inside her body. Fuck me hard and make me cum!”

Lying there, joined together at the groin, Terri began rotating her hips, slowly at first, then with increased vigor as her pussy adapted to the thickness of the cock that was now lodged inside her pussy. As gaziemir escort she began moving without any discomfort, Ed grasped her upper thighs pulling her ass closer to the edge of the bed. Then very slowly he pulled his cock back out until all that remained was the head inside her pussy. Then very carefully he slipped his prick back inside her pussy until he hit bottom again. That brought about a series of low moans from between Terri’s clenched teeth.

When Ed started his strokes the inside of Terri’s tight pussy with his fat dick it sent shivers of delight through her whole body. With his wide cock working slowly in and out of her cunt she tensed her buttocks and flexed her vaginal muscles around it with all the strength she had while her hips pumped up lewdly to meet him as she had her first climax. Then, with a heavy, low throated groan, she allowed herself to relax even more opening her cunt as wide as she could giving it freely and lewdly to the black man that fucking her. Her intent was to allow him to fuck her as hard and as long as he wanted. She also wanted to feel him when his cock swelled and he pumped his black DNA into her white cunt.

Ed’s thick cock was plunging heavily in and out of Terri’s cunt now. It fucked in and out wetly, glinting with cunt juice as it slid on its lubricated way, sometimes making a lewd sucking sound as it withdrew on the outstroke.

Terri was now moaning and babbling incoherently, her pelvis grinding harder and more desperately into Ed. The only thing that mattered to her now was the fulfillment of her crazily careening desire.

Terri was way beyond control now as Ed fucked with long driving strokes up into her ravaged pink cunt. She felt she was close to complete rapture and nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered but her rapidly rising orgasm and it felt so strong that she trembled afraid it was going to tear her apart. She opened her eyes wide and the cords in her neck stood out as she grasped Ed with all her might and gasped, “Yes! Yyyyyeeeesssss! FUCK ME! Harder! Stick it up me! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

She lay still as Ed bent over her, fucking her in the cunt. Then suddenly she came a second time with a wild, explosive abruptness, the power of her cum twisting her body about and contorting her beautiful face ecstatically as she tossed and twisted gelibolu escort and writhed like a snake beneath him.

Ed could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against the white buttocks below him. It wouldn’t be long and he began ramming it into her with long hard strokes to excite her even more. He wanted to make sure her first black fuck would be one that she would remember for a long time to come.

He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts into her. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard, hard!” she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels on his ass. She jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into her breasts and offering him full opening of her nakedly upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head her face contorted and straining for the final explosion that was so tremblingly near.

“Oh God, fuck harder! I’m cumming!” she coughed suddenly, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. “I’m cumming!” She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her pink; widely stretched vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wildly uninhibited dance of wildly abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes gazed wide at the ceiling.

“Oh God, she was getting fucked crazy by Ed and loving it, driving them both toward a hotly wet cum.

A low banshee style scream suddenly formed on the edges of her lips and then pierced through the sounds of the others around them. Their two heavily panting bodies slapped brutally together. Terri’s nostrils flared wide, and she screwed herself up hard as she could on his heavily thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.

She gemlik escort held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as thought hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing limply down onto the firm bed beneath her.

She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his tormented and tortured cock. He pushed deeper into her and then lay still, allowing her to rest for a moment. It was all he could do to keep from continuing to fuck into her limply spread body. He had never in his life seen anything like it. He had never felt anything like it, either. This was the first white woman that he really enjoyed. All the rests were your normal party fucks. He throbbed the muscle of his prick deep in her belly, hoping to bring her to life again.

“That was nice,” she mumbled. “I haven’t ever in my life been fucked like that before.”

“You’re not finished yet.” Ed gasped down at her, the ache throbbing hotly in his balls.

“God,” she murmured in approval, “you held back for a long time.”

“But not any longer,” he breathed hard, “I’m almost there.”

For the second time in less than an hour great swirls of heat were building deep in Ed’s balls and he allowed his hips to pump lewdly. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap as he fucked harder into Terri’s pussy. He groaned then suddenly gasped. The moment was here, and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot sticky sperm begin its mad dash from the sanctity of his balls and begin ascend up his shaft and gush out in hot thick streams into her greedily sucking pussy.

“FUCK ME! Now! Oh God, fill me with your cum!” She cried out at him kicking her legs back as high as she could. Her groans heaving from her chest as his throbbing prick let loose and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far into the depths of her hungrily trembling belly, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her …

Then it was over…

For a long while their panting filled the still air of the room. Finally, Ed pulled from between her legs, his limp, sperm-drained cock slipping from her vagina like pulling the stopper from a tub of water. Terri’s legs were still spread as Ed left her, the refreshing air of the cool room now soothing her ravished genitals.

Then she felt herself falling through time, unaware of the fact that her husband was now standing next to the bed staring down at her and her cum dripping pussy.

To be continued in January 2005

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Chapter 1: Getting To Know The New Roommates

Andrea and Nicola giggled as they struggled with their suitcases up to the fourth floor. The elevator didn’t work (they were soon to find out that it was more unusual for it to work than not) and the early September heat in Rome was unbearable, even inside an apartment building that was built to stay cool.

At long last they finally made it to their floor and were just about to start unlocking the door when it opened. Both girls stared when they saw the incredibly good-looking Italian in front of them. He must be the boyfriend of one of their new roommates. The girls said hello and started to enter the apartment when the guy stopped them.

‘Excuse me,’ he said to them. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

‘We’re moving in,’ replied Andrea. ‘We’re renting a room in here.’

‘You’re what?’ asked the Italian incredulously.

‘We’re moving in,’ repeated Nicola. ‘Are any of the other girls here?’

‘What do you mean by “the other girls”?’ the Italian persisted, still not letting them in.

‘The girls who are renting this apartment.’ Andrea was getting annoyed now, this guy was starting to get on her nerves.’

‘There are no girls renting this apartment! This apartment is let to boys and we’re expecting two boys to show up today!’

‘There must have been some misunderstanding,’ Nicola said. ‘We were sent these keys by the Sisters and we were assured that boys and girls lived separately in the apartments belonging to the church.’

‘That’s right,’ the Italian agreed. ‘And we’re expecting two boys, Andrea and Nicola.’

‘WHAT?’ the girls asked. ‘We’re Andrea and Nicola, and we’re girls!!!’

At that point another guy walked up behind them and asked what was going on. The guy they’d just been talking with started speaking too quickly for them to understand, but it was obvious that he was explaining what was going on. The second guy burst out laughing and motioned for everybody to come inside the apartment and go to the kitchen where they all sat down.

‘I should have known,’ the second guy said in perfect English. ‘It just didn’t occur to me that they wouldn’t know your sex so I didn’t think twice about your names.’

The girls looked perplexed so the guy continued.

‘In Italian the names Andrea and Nicola (he pronounced them in Italian to underline the difference) are boys’ names, our equivalent of Andrew and Nicholas. The Sisters obviously didn’t know that they’re girls’ names in English.’ He explained this in Italian to his friend and all four of them started laughing.

‘Well, people usually call us Reah and Nicki,’ Nicola said when she’d stopped laughing.

‘Pleased to meet you Nicki, I’m Giuseppe and this is Roberto.’

The group started exchanging handshakes and started discussing what to do next. Giuseppe decided that they should call the Sisters and then he and Roberto would help the girls move to their new accommodation. Five minutes later, after talking too fast for the girls to understand, he hung up the phone and started explaining. It was only a few days before the start of the new semester and all student accommodation had been allocated. The Sisters didn’t think anything would become vacant before Christmas.

The girls were devastated. They had been looking forward to their year at the University in Rome for such a long time, and now it seemed as though they’d have to go home. Their scholarships didn’t pay for any private accommodation and neither girl’s parents could afford to pay the astronomic rents in Rome.

Roberto and Giuseppe looked at each other and nodded. They couldn’t throw these pretty girls out on the street. So they girne escort asked the girls to stay put while they went and checked something. The girls didn’t know what else to do so they agreed. Half an hour later the guys came back with two more Italian hunks who were introduced as Enrico and Paolo. The guys explained to the girls that they’d talked things over, and as far as they were concerned the girls were welcome to stay in the room that had been allocated to them until they found something else.

The girls knew that they didn’t have any other options, and after a long trip and with the blistering heat they decided to accept the offer. They were shown to their room where they went and started unpacking. An hour later, having unpacked and showered, the girls were lying on their beds in light summer dresses when Giuseppe knocked on the door and poked his head in.

‘We were wondering if you’d like to come along with us to a bar. We could all get to know each other better over a coffee.’

The girls thought it was a great idea and soon all six of them set off to the bar around the corner where they ordered six coffees. The guys were very entertaining. Giuseppe spoke the best English so he acted as a translator whenever the girls’ Italian or the other guys’ English didn’t cut it. They found out that Enrico and Giuseppe both had girlfriends who studied at other universities. Paolo and Roberto, on the other hand, were free agents and paid very much attention to Nicola and Andrea respectively.

The girls explained that they didn’t have any boyfriends. They were roommates back home and had jumped at the chance of seeing a little bit of the world as part of their studies. Nicola was 5’9″, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her body was slim, with 34B breasts, a 27 waist and 32 hips. Andrea on the other hand was a short and curvy redhead with green eyes and a face full of freckles. She had voluptuous 36D breasts, a 28 waist and 36 hips to her 5’5″. Roberto couldn’t keep his eyes off her cleavage, which was showing off her firm 20 year old breasts without a bra.

As it got late the girls reclined the guys’ offers to take them nightclubbing, claiming that they were quite tired after their long trip. Giuseppe and Enrico went off to the nightclub, but Roberto and Paolo offered to escort the girls home. Roberto was 5’10 with short dark hair and green eyes and he put his arm around Andrea as they started walking. Behind them 6′ Paolo with the shoulder length brown hair and velvet brown eyes was walking next to Nicola, chatting about school.

When they came up to the apartment they decided to sit in the combined living room and kitchen area and share a couple of bottles of wine. Paolo turned on the TV and started explaining the show to Nicola while Roberto pulled Andrea down on his lap and started kissing her.

Andrea had been with a couple of boys back home, but she’d never been kissed with such passion before. Roberto’s tongue invaded her mouth and she replied eagerly. She could feel herself getting wet between her thighs as Roberto’s groin grew harder and harder against her thigh. Roberto’s hand untied the strap that was holding her dress up and started kissing and sucking on her nipple, she moaned out loud.

Nicola and Paolo could hardly concentrate on the TV show and without warning Paolo turned around and started kissing Nicola’s lips hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Nicola’s first reaction was to struggle, but then she saw her friend’s nipple being licked by Roberto and she realised how horny she was. She was much more experienced than Andrea, but she’d never fucked an Italian before and she wanted to know what gölcük escort they were like.

Nicola started unbuttoning Paolo’s shirt as she straddled across his legs. Paolo on the other hand was busy pulling her dress over her head, revealing her perky little breasts with stone hard nipples. When Paolo’s lips closed in over her nipples she moaned out loud, this guy sure knew how to get her wet.

Andrea stood up in front of Roberto and let her dress slip to the floor, he then pulled her panties down and revealed a neatly trimmed red bush. He ran his hand over her mound and between her legs to feel how wet she was, then he kissed her and motioned for her to sit down on the sofa. While she was doing this he quickly shed his clothes, revealing an 8-inch fat cock and a mat of dark hair on his chest. He kneeled in front of Andrea, pulled her to the front of the sofa, spread her legs and buried his face in her pussy.

Andrea moaned out loud as Roberto started eating her. His tongue went up and down her slit, flicking repeatedly across her engorged clit and then pushing into her hole, sliding in and out of her wetness. Andrea wrapped her legs around Roberto’s head and gently pushed his head against her mound.

Paolo and Nicola looked across at the other two, then exchanged glances and nodded. They helped each other get completely naked and then Paolo helped Nicola down on her back and manoeuvring herself into position to suck Roberto’s big and juicy cock into her hungry mouth. Paolo then kneeled next to Andrea on the sofa and gently pushed her head towards his 9-inch shaft. Andrea willingly sucked this huge cock into her wet, warm mouth and sucked until it was as deep as she could possibly get it.

Nicola used her hands to help her while sucking off Roberto. Her hands tightly squeezed the base of his cock and she moved her mouth to lick his balls and one by one suck them into her mouth. Meanwhile Roberto had started using his fingers on Andrea’s pussy. While his tongue fucked her hole real deep and hard his fingers alternated between her clit and fingering her asshole.

When Andrea couldn’t take it anymore she let herself go. Her pussy contracted hard around Roberto’s tongue as she squirted her juices onto his face and into his mouth. When she stopped shaking, Roberto finally pulled his tongue out of her pussy and focussed on his cock, which was being sucked by Nicola. He leaned over and started squeezing her tits as she sucked him deeper and deeper. He’d never been sucked so good before. One minute she had his balls in her mouth, the next she throated him again until her face was buried in his hairy groin.

He looked over to the sofa where Andrea was now concentrating on sucking his roommate’s huge cock and looked at the wet cunt he’d just been sucking. He knew he had to fuck it before the end of the night. Right then he felt Nicola squeezing his cock with her tongue and he couldn’t keep it in any longer. He shot his cum down her throat, squirt after squirt and she swallowed everything.

Nicola pulled away from Roberto, got up on her legs and started kissing Paolo. Paolo could taste Roberto’s cum in her mouth. He quickly looked down and saw his friend kneading Andrea’s huge tits and that was enough for him to reach the point of no return. His shaft started twitching inside Andrea’s luscious red lips and with a loud groan he shot his load straight down her throat.

Roberto pulled Andrea with him to the floor. His cock was hard again and he motioned for her to sit down. She straddled him and let her red haired mound go down and slowly engulf his member into her sweet, tight, young pussy. When he was as deep as he could göztepe escort get he told her to start riding. With every thrust her huge tits bounced up and down, more and more and he reached out and started squeezing her nipples, which only made her ride faster.

Paolo pulled Nicola down on her back and spread her legs to get a good view of her shaved, wet cunt. He could tell she didn’t need to be licked, but he was thirsty and wanted a taste before he fucked her. He started lapping up her sweet juices as he ran his tongue along her slit, from her asshole to her mound, over and over again. He could smell how horny she was for him and this realisation made his cock go real hard again, as if he hadn’t fucked in months.

When he could wait no longer, Paolo took hold of Nicola’s ankles and pressed her legs against her chest. He manoeuvred his hips in position and then thrust into her wet pussy as hard as he could. His 9 inches only made it half way in the first thrust, that’s how tight her young, juicy little pussy was. So he pulled out a little and then used all his power to thrust back inside her, this time burying the length of his shaft in her, feeling himself hitting her cervix. They cried out in unison as he started grinding against her mound, moving his cock around inside her tight pussy.

Roberto was enjoying the view of Andrea’s bouncing tits and his cock sliding in and out of her juicy cunt, but he felt he wasn’t getting deep enough so he pulled her off and placed her on her back. She spread her legs apart, again showing off her tiny little fuck hole for him. He couldn’t resist and entered her quickly again, grinding deeper with every thrust. His fucking sent her tits bouncing again and this time she started playing with them herself, squeezing her nipples real hard.

Nothing could be heard in the room except heavy breathing and the unmistakable sound of cocks sliding in and out of dripping pussies. Paolo and Nicola were both close to cumming, but neither one wanted to give in yet, so Paolo pulled out of Nicola’s hot cunt and she got down on her hands and knees on the floor. Paolo ran his pussy juice covered shaft across her asshole to her clit and then shafted her hard and deep. As he started fucking her again he took hold of her tits and started squeezing them. He pulled her up and she turned her head around. Their hips were moving to meet each other, he was kneading her tits and they were kissing with their tongues deep inside each other’s mouths, their moans deafened by each other.

Roberto looked at Paolo and Nicola and pulled out of Andrea’s pussy once again. He made her get on her hands and knees in front of Nicola and while he entered her pussy from behind she quickly licked Nicola’s pussy and also managed to touch Paolo’s cock as it was sliding in and out. Then Roberto pulled her body up as he was fucking her from behind. Her tits were touching Paolo’s hands on Nicola’s tits. He looked at her, chuckled and let go.

Soon the girls were fondling each other’s tits and kissing deeply as their new Italian roommates were fucking them from behind. Nicola was the first one to let go. She felt her pussy contract and before she knew it she was screaming out loud and squirting her juices as her pussy spasmed around Paolo’s cock. With this extra pressure Paolo couldn’t hold on either and started pumping his seed deep inside Nicola’s cumming pussy.

Andrea looked over at Nicola and Paolo and knew that she too had to give in. Her body started shaking and her pussy cramped around Roberto’s cock as she cried out in passion. Roberto kept on pumping for a short while, but he was unable to stay in control with the tight little pussy cumming around his shaft so with an intense moan he finally released his load inside Andrea.

When they’d all cum, the guys withdrew their cock from the girls and all four collapsed on the floor. They were all startled as they heard the sound of a key opening the front door.

To Be Continued…

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I became the sex slave of two big-cocked masters in Bangkok. Not simultaneously. Neither would have acceded to shared control. But one after the other. I tried to fight them off initially, but once they had nailed me to the quick and bathed me in their cum, I went docile and let them do whatever they wanted with me.

I was not a promiscuous submissive—well, not before I arrived, traumatized, in hedonist Bangkok in 1976, having been chased all across Southeast Asia by forces that wanted to kill me. But I was a submissive to men, and, whether or not I wanted to admit it, to big-cocked, dominating men.

I was a field reporter for UPI, the international news agency. I was in Saigon in April of 1975 to report the fall there. I had been in Phnom Penh, until the last, earlier in that same month to cover the invasion there. I even made the bloody coup in Bangladesh in August of that year, being confined to my quarters for seven months afterward, not sure whether I would be freed to leave or put on trial under suspicion of being a CIA spy. The coup had been credited to that Agency.

I was dumped out in Bangkok in the spring of 1976, glazed-eyed, jittery, and contemplating death—in time to stand at the gates of Thammasart University on October 6th to watch the Thai Army mow down the students and hang their ringleaders from tree branches and set their bodies on fire on the Saram Luang parade ground in a failed democracy coup before the Thai king opened the gates of his palace to give what remained of the students sanctuary.

I should have been pulled home, but instead, I fought off the horrors of what men could do to each other by pulling up the latent desires I had suppressed over the years, finding the gay bars of the city, and spiraling to the heights of licentiousness in a giddy “whatever brought short-term pleasure” unleashing of desire, celebrating life as long as I was able to live. A gay bar with active sexual activity was not hard to find in Bangkok in the mid ’70s—nor is it now, for that matter.

I had been fucked before, mostly during times of tension in military situations in Vietnam and Cambodia, where desperate men clung together, not knowing if there would be a tomorrow. The soldiers were fit, virile, and as needy as I was. These invariably were furtive couplings on the moist ground or on cots in tents, still fully dressed in combat gear, which started with hugs, furtive kisses and then occasionally moved to mutual hand jobs or blow jobs. On rare occasion it ended, with the sound of unnerving and desperation-inducing gunfire near or far, with the fumbling of belts and zippers. And with me turning my face to the open tent flap to eye the bursts of light and sound of the restless night “out there,” while, hard and throbbing, he entered me from behind, deep, and held me close. Both of us striving to forgot where we were in the pain-pleasure of the ultimate connection and intimacy that can exist between two frightened men. Usually, as keyed up as we were, it took no more than five thrusts, and his cock was withdrawing and he was adding his cream to the buildup of other stains on the material of my fatigues. It gave us relief from what was happening around us for that moment in time—and a release of the tensions of our bodies.

It wasn’t sex as much as it was calming therapy—a statement that, among so much death, the two of us still lived—that we still could shoot our loads. That we could receive pleasure and release of tension even under these circumstances, no matter how brief or fleeting.

But I never engaged in sex regularly before I went whole hog with it as therapy for war shock in one of the back rooms of a Bangkok club. I had drunk far too much and let men touch me far too intimately when The Major, a heavily muscled, hung, black bull, who was assigned to JUSMAG—the Joint U.S. Military Advisory Group—got his cock in me in a struggle that was both emotional, made moot by my being half drunk and him being a massive, muscular soldier, and physical, as I had never taken a man as thick and long as he was. I continued to struggle weakly and ineffectually when he was fully saddled and pounding my ass, but once his cream flooded me deep, I lay there, docile, panting, and watching him with my eyes.

I had convinced myself that I’d only done it in the field as a form of desperation and an escape from the horrors of combat. I had reasoned with myself that I wasn’t really “that way”—that I didn’t need it. The Major took any guilt from the act in the back of the Bangkok club away from me. He gave me no choice. I didn’t give him anything. He took it. At least that first time.

He stood away from me after he’d unloaded, the huge meat of him hanging between his legs, dripping his cum, still half hard, and stared down at me with the unspoken question of “What will you do next?”

“Do you want to leave?” he asked me in a gruff voice.

I pulled myself up on the bed in the room and, panting hard, turned onto my back, bent and spread my legs, rolled up my pelvis, and grabbed for and spread my butt cheeks, çerkez escort showing the massive black bull standing over me a still-gaping hole, dribbling with cum, that The Major had just reamed to his specifications. With a low, guttural laugh and a “I didn’t think so,” he came down on his knees between my thighs, possessed me again with his cock, and fucked me deep. I lay docile, under him, no struggle or resistance now, completely open to him, while he fucked me again—and again. Signaling full surrender, as he held me to him with an arm under my waist, I let my torso recline back on the bed and my arms open wide, in defeat, and resting docilely on the surface of the bed.

He took me home to his walled house off Sathorn Road and fucked me through the night, dominating me with his muscular, fit, virile, and vigorous body and his ever-ready big, black cock, daring me to resist. His sex slave now, I just lay there and took everything he did to me.

After that, I was his. He could do anything he wanted with me. When he entered a room, I went down on my back and opened my legs for him. I denied him nothing. Once at a pool party at his house, I lay on a pool bed and opened my legs to eight men in succession—simply because The Major told me to—and because he wanted to brag to other men that he possessed a sex slave.

When he was unexpectedly assigned away from Bangkok, I didn’t mourn, though. I resolved that never again would I be sex slave to a cruel master, no matter how well-hung he was, and I substituted going to a gym for the trips to the gay clubs. It was a gym for gay men, though.

* * * *

I put my efforts to releasing tension and blocking out the situation in Southeast Asia, to the extent my job allowed, by toning up my body again. I had come to Bangkok trim, well-muscled, and cut, from moving in the field with soldiers and exercising constant in my Bangladesh confinement. I was in as good a shape as any twenty-five-year old could be. The Major had said that he was drawn to me not only by my looks but also by my toned body. I hadn’t gone to fat since coming to Bangkok, but I wanted to be in top shape again. So I applied myself to the muscle-building machinery of the gym floor, tempered with the cleansing of the sauna, and the release of the Thai-particular massage.

The Thai masseurs at the club gave full-body massages, which invariably concluded with an oiled dick, tension-relieving hand job and balls squeeze. The hand job came with the regular contract and supposedly was based on the claim that a release of old semen to make way for fresh was good for the body and thus a legitimate part of massaging it. For a bit more money in the contract, which we weren’t told about but had to learn by word of mouth or by following the moans and peeking in on massages in progress, the masseur would give you a blow job, would ride your cock, or, if you were inclined, would dildo or fuck you. It seemed that any masseur—all Thai men—at the club was prepared to fulfill any of the contract specifications.

I hadn’t known about the extra contract options when Kassem became my regular masseur, and I even opened my eyes wide from a pleasant doze near the end of my first massage, when, the rest of my body oiled up, Kassem started oiling up my cock and assured me that, yes, he would be stroking until I ejaculated and that this was part of the regular massage—releasing tensions and clearing the balls, which also were oiled and had the cum teased out of them by hand manipulation.

Kassem’s massages progressed to more sensual services over the year without my having to add to the contract, once I’d found out about the option. I didn’t even have to think whether I wanted to pay extra for the option. I was still being fucked regularly after The Major was transferred—it was just in more casual settings avoiding a strong dominator and with more normal-sized cocks. And slowly, although Thailand was still under curfew in the wake of the October 6th coup, the tensions of wartime coverage were seeping away from me. But Kassem added the extra service on his own. During one massage he was complaining to me that his mother’s kitchen had burned down. Thai country houses often had the kitchen separated from the main house for this exact reason. I asked him how much it would cost to rebuild and that perhaps I could loan him the money (which I took as a hint to offer when he’d told me the story to begin with). The cost was less than $100 in U.S. terms.

“Hell, I’ll give you the money,” I said. And, bowing his gratefulness, he said he’d work the amount off. At the end of the massage, as I came close to an ejaculation from the stroking of the oiled cock, Kassem finished with a balls-squeezing blow job. The next time, with me on my back, and his hand having worked me into an erection—more of an erection, I should say, as the regular massage invariably gave me an erection—Kassem came up on the table, straddled my cock, and rode me to that evacuation of my balls that I was told the gym routinely and unabashedly ceyhan escort ended massages with. Thereafter, Kassem established a revolving routine for ending my massages: hand job, blow job, cock ride, hand job, blow job, . . .

The gym workout part of the contract didn’t become the focal point of my continued membership—the massages did. I liked the workouts on the machines, but I didn’t particularly like the attention I was given by the other gym members and the temptation this entailed. The gym was completely gay men; Bangkok in the ’70s was all-out “anything goes as long as it’s pleasurable” hedonist. I could be on a weight machine huffing and puffing from raising weights, and a couple could be right beside me on a weight bench, fucking. Invariably fucking—sometimes double penetration—was going on when I entered the sauna. The signal for wanting company or not in the individual shower cubicles was whether you closed the shower curtain or not.

I could resist most guys, but after the black bull major and having learned to take him, I found myself attracted to other tall, muscular, hung, arrogant, demanding, and possessive men—exactly the ones I was determined not to give my life over to ever again.

Magnus Amundsen was just such a man, and he took up a campaign to get his cock inside me. The Norwegian UN contingent military officer—in Bangkok to protect the interests of various UN offices in the city during the unrest in Southeast Asia—was a six foot seven, 240-pound, forty-plus year-old Zeus, with the hardest of muscular bodies and an “I’m God, open your legs for me” attitude.

When I was on the exercise floor when he was there, he saw himself as my spotter. I permitted him this role far beyond when I realized what he wanted. He aroused me and scared me at the same time. I knew he was a dominator, but I couldn’t allow myself to fall under the sway of another The Major.

I knew he was monster hung because he left his shower curtain open and made sure he was working his cock anytime I walked past. I knew he was a cruel dominator because I heard the groans and moans of his masseur whenever Amundsen was being given a massage at the next cubicle over from where Kassem was working my muscles. And Kassem told me that Somdet was the masseur of choice for Amundsen because he was the one who could sheath the man’s cock least painfully.

I knew he came here to fuck young men—there was nothing about his own body that could be developed or enhanced further—because he had fucked a young Canadian on the bench press next to where I was doing squats soon after I started at the gym, and I’d walked into the sauna on a later date to see him spiking an American teacher from the International School.

I knew he wanted me, because, increasingly, his spotting included touching and fondling me more than being there to keep a barbell from falling on me or me falling off the parallel bars. He also always seemed to be coming in or out of the shower when I was, and flashed me with his huge cock. I let that go too long, probably. Just as he made sure that I knew how low he hung and how hard he could get, he learned far more than was necessary about me one evening. He had me kneeling on one knee, my other foot on the ground, on a bench on the exercise floor. I had been doing curls with pretty heavy weights, and he was close behind me, supposedly spotting me. As I set the weight down, I realized just how close behind me he was.

Amundsen exercised as much in the altogether as one could get without being naked. He wore a jock strap and gym shoes without socks. He was an exhibitionist. He wanted all of the men to see how beautiful his body was—perhaps as a goal for all of them to strive for. I saw it as advertising, though. I think that’s why he was pursuing me. For all other submissives working out at the gym, he had to do no more than stand before them, hands on hips, and give them the eye and they’d lay down on a bench and open their legs to him, even though they knew they’d be screaming bloody murder at the effort to take his cock. I didn’t respond this way. So, I was a challenge.

And here he was behind me, thinking, no doubt, that this was his time to make a move. He embraced me with his arms, one hand cupping my chin and pulling my head back into the hollow of his shoulder, the other hand pushed under the waistband of my gym shorts where he was hefting and measuring the size and weight of my balls, discovering my cock was cut, and finding that he could encircle the base of my cock with his big hand and rub the side of the bulb with the tip of his index finger when I was still hardening. I certainly could feel the hardness at his cock at my back through the jock pouch.

I was struggling against him, at least until he started stroking my cock inside my gym shorts, which made him laugh. Any minute he’d have me bent over the bench, surrounded by all the other guys working out on the floor, and would be banging me in a doggy fuck. How embarrassing it would be, considering the judgment I’d ceylan escort passed on other young men I’d seen letting him fuck them in public. I couldn’t give in to him, I knew. He was just another form of The Major. I couldn’t let him get inside me deep and bathe me in his cum. I didn’t want to be a slave solely to one man again.

Someone laughed a hee haw laugh out at the reception desk, which startled Amundsen and allowed me to slip out of his grasp and stumble back to the changing room, foregoing the massage and a shower—just needing to get away, to avoid the temptation heaving through my body to just go back, lie on a bench, spread my legs, and let Amundsen have his way with me.

He didn’t prevent me from leaving the gym that night, but he followed me back to my apartment, me in one tuk tuk and he in another. I was aware he was there. When I reached my third-floor apartment, I dared not turn on the lights. I went to a window overlooking the street and watched him, leaning against a lamp post, smoking a cigarette, and looking up at my building. He remained there for an hour. I remained at the window, stroking my cock. I didn’t really think I took a breath all of the time he stood there. I was warring with myself—leave him standing there or admit the inevitable and bring him back up to the apartment, to my bed, to deep inside me?

I had seen him fuck other young men. I knew he would fuck me as roughly, as totally. I shivered at the thought, whether in anticipation or fear, I dared not contemplate.

No more than a week later, I was in the sauna, a towel wrapped around my hips, when Amundsen entered. Two men were fucking over in the corner, and I had been about to leave, but Amundsen placed his large and powerful body between me and the sauna door. He gave me a cruel smile and let his towel drop. His body was achingly magnificent, his cock in half erection. He stood there for maybe twenty seconds, making sure I took in his body and his rising need and determination. Then he reached over and snatched my towel away.

He laughed, knowing I would be hard—and I was. I was aching for him.

“You want me; don’t pretend you don’t,” he growled.

If he had come to me—into me—there, in the sauna, I would have spread my legs, rolled up my buttocks, and received him. Instead, though, another young man, the Canadian, entered the sauna, naked, perched up on the shelf on the wall to the left, and spread his legs. Amundsen gave me a grin and then turned, crouched down, thrust his cock inside the Canadian, and started to pump. The Canadian flopped about in ecstasy under the assault, his eyes bugging out and his mouth formed in a big O.

I fled the sauna, padding quickly to the shower cubicles, jerked the curtain closed behind me in one of them, turned the shower on, and masturbated to completion under the jet of water. I arrived at the massage cubicles twenty minutes early, a towel around my waist, and had to wait on one of the lounges in that section’s waiting room for Kassem to be free.

Kassem’s massage was thorough. I was hard throughout, and he kept giving me little strokes to keep me hard all the time that he was working the other body parts. I was so oiled up that I was afraid I’d slide off the table. There was nothing amateur about a Thai body massage. Everything was worked hard and everything felt so much better after the masseur had finished torturing it. The same could be said of the cock and balls—and for the little special thing Kassem always did for me.

Tonight he massaged my front first, and after he’d worked over everything on this side, he latched onto my hips and pulled me to the end of the board. This wasn’t difficult as heavily oiled as I was. He bent and spread my legs, placing the feet down at the outer and bottom edges of the table. He encircled my cock with one hand and started a slow stroke, and, in that special little thing he did for me, he entered my ass with a finger of his other hand. I sighed and moaned. A second finger went in. This sometimes was done before, but not usually. But it was pleasurable. He was able to find and give attention to the prostate. His mouth came down on the cock head, and he had started sucking me off. My sensations focused on the cock, so that I wasn’t really aware that the third and forth fingers had gone in until I felt his knuckles at my rim. Kassem had long, sensuous fingers, a thin but strong hand. More than one finger was working my prostate. He took his mouth off the cock, which he had been deep-throating, and, one after the other, swallowed my balls, and sucked on them.

My pelvis-thrust-up ejaculation reached for the ceiling of the room.

The hand was pulled out of my ass, and he told me to turn over on my belly and scoot up the table. He gave a deep massage to my arms, my back, and legs, but he didn’t spend as long on them as usual. Instead, he kneaded my butt cheeks until I wanted to scream, parted them, and blew on my hole. I tensed up and he told me to relax. He ran his fingers over the hole and thumped it with a finger tip until I did let the tension flow out of my body and felt my channel opening, the entrance going slack. The lubed fingers went back in the hole and he was moving them in and out, at first slowly and then more rapidly. I moaned and reached back with my hands to spread my cheeks and the hole opening.

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“Dude did you see Tina Harrison in those shorts now that’s an ass,” Tyler said.

Usually when the guys started talking about girls I try to tune them out. I already have a girlfriend and she was the only one I imagined myself with. Not some slutty girl who’s faker than her butt. The boys’ lockeroom was hot and steamy. I didn’t want to rush Tyler but I really needed a ride.

Josh laughed obnoxiously at something Tyler said. I just didn’t understand why everyone thought he was so damn funny. Like shit he’s no Bernie Mac. Tyler is an asshole, but we are best friends. But nowadays it’s getting harder to excuse his behavior.

“Can we go now,” I said irritated.

“Damn don’t twist your panties too much,” Tyler sneered playfully.” They make you cranky.”

Everyone laughed, glad that their not on the receiving end for a change. Tyler was a bully and everyone knew it, but no one dared called him one.

Dressed we both walked out and into the school hallway, mostly everyone was gone. Except for students with after school activities. We’re outside and the sun is out for a change. Tyler stops to talk to every freaking one who calls his name. I’m so tired and angry.

I didn’t want to be late for my tutor. I was failing English in a big way and my teacher Mr. Moore told me that he could find someone to help me. At first I didn’t want to do it, none of my friends had after school help and they would without a doubt tease me.

But cumra escort after the third D in a row I was desperate. And I really wanted to graduate this year. And that was when I met Shane. Tyler finally hauled ass and we both drove toward my house. Shane was probably waiting for me and I felt guilty. He gave up his time to help me, and I didn’t want him to think I was ungrateful.

We pulled up my driveway and I could see Shane sitting on my porch. I peaked at Tyler who had a look of disgust on his face. I walked up to Shane who was writing in his journal.

The loud roar of Tyler’s truck startled Shane. Tyler peeled off and I just stood there like a creeper. I never admitted this to anyone, but I think I am in love with Shane. I’m not gay but I couldn’t explain that even though I have a girlfriend Shane ran through my mind more than she did.

Heather and I were fifteen when we started dating. Being with her was so easy and natural. But I never felt this intense passion for her. Seeing her laugh at my stupid jokes didn’t make me shiver with delight. Fuck seeing her wink didn’t set my cock on fire with want or lust.

Shane did all those things. I’m eighteen now and everything I thought I knew about us was completely warped by Shane. He made me see more, and the most scary part about this was he had no idea. I felt like I known him forever and not for three months.

“Sorry I’m late,” I said. dalaman escort

“It’s fine I just got here,” he said.

I unlocked the door and we set up where we usually studied in my bedroom. Shane sat on the bed and I set at the desk. He was right behind me barely a foot away. His scent made my cock twitch.

“Okay let’s start,” he said.

I listened at first but slowly I began to just stare at him. His soft full lips, his dark blue eyes. His slender frame bended over my broad shoulder. His messy dark hair was shoulder Length and wavy.

I knew he was gay because he came out last year. He is so brave and adorable. I wish I had even a little bit of his courage. I scratched my head trying to force myself to pay attention. My tousled blond hair was moist, he smiled when he noticed me messing with my hair.

And just like that I knew that I had to tell him. I wanted to kiss him, badly. Nights I wondered what he would taste like, would he feel soft or smooth. Fuck just say something. No kiss him, do it now.

“Ash are you okay?” He asked me.

“Um no Um yes,” I stuttered.

“Is this about your friends giving you crap for hanging out with the homo?” He said sadly.

“No,” I said. Come on your losing him.

I grabbed his face and I kissed him. It was awkward at first because he was behind me but I turned and I kissed him. His skin was warm, I darted out my tongue and I tasted datça escort him. Peppermint.

His mouth was motionless at first and then two seconds later he was kissing me back.

He climbed on to my lap and I kissed his neck and his collarbone. He moaned and I rubbed circles into his back. He pulled away and he looked at me questioningly. But any doubt he had I washed away when I held him lovingly. I whispered sweet endearments into his ear. He unzipped my jeans and my heart stopped. He wrapped his small hand around my bulge. I was so hard that my boxer briefs felt like a prison, confined. I leaned back and I groaned when his skillful hand worked me. He fisted my cock and his hand went up to the tip and down to the base.

I mashed my face into his hair as I cried with pleasure, precum leaked out making it easier for him. I was wet and panting, he just looked into my eyes and I was gone. He massaged my balls and I knew I was coming. We kissed and I came so hard and fast. Semen hit my chin and shirt, he had a smirk on his face and I wondered what his lips around my cock would feel like.

“Should I?” I said worrying how I was going to reciprocate.

“Tomorrow,” he said while seductively stroking my soften cock. “I want this inside me.”

My mouth dropped at the mention of sex with a man. And shockingly it turned me on just talking about it. He left and I quickly cleaned myself up. Tomorrow. The word was simple but it meant so much. My smile was huge throughout dinner, mom asked me why I seemed so happy today.

I smiled and I coyly shrugged. “Just excited about tomorrow I guess.”

“Really what’s happening tomorrow?” Mom said curiously.

“I can’t say, but I feel like it’s going to be amazing.

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Author’s Note: This story is actually part2. The first part called Aaron’s first blowjob.

I would like to thank my editor, adetaildiva. without whom my story would not be what it is. thanks for the help!

*

I went to sleep satisfied after the incredible whitewashing Nick gave my cock. I woke up the next morning with a huge hard on. I could still feel Nick’s mouth wrapped around my dick. I got up, placed a towel on my lap, and headed for the community showers, hoping no one would be there. I didn’t want anyone to see the tremendous wood I was sporting. It was my lucky day; all the shower stalls were empty. I got out of my wheelchair and crawled into the shower. Pulling myself up into a standing position using one of the many grab bars on the wall, I turned on the water and lathered up. As I stood there surrounded by steam and hot water cascading down my body, I thought of Nick and wondered if I would ever experience a feeling like last night again. I started to rinse my hair and felt my cock rise as I continued to think about Nick. I stood there for quite a few minutes lost in my thoughts, when I heard the shower curtain open with a mighty whip. It scared the hell out of me. I couldn’t see anything because the shampoo had run into my eyes. All I could hear was Nick’s throaty laughter.

“You bastard!” I yelled.

“Take it easy, Aaron baby, you owe me a favor remember?” Get that cute ass of yours out of the shower and come over here and suck my dick.”

I couldn’t argue with that, since I did agree to return çarşamba escort the favor. I was a bit shocked. Most people would’ve found a bed or waited until the other person was out of the shower, but Nick wasn’t most people, clearly he was horny and he needed my attention right now. I got out of the shower, back into my chair and gave myself a quick pat dry. Nick already had his pants down.

“Hurry up,” he said eagerly. “We only have an hour before everybody wakes up.”

I got my chair beside Nick’s. He lifted his ass off his chair by pushing himself up with his legs and keeping his knees locked I bent down and took the head of his semi-erect cock into my mouth. It was better than I expected. I always wondered what it would feel like to suck a guy’s dick and now it was happening; it was great! I opened my mouth wider to take in more of Nick’s girth. I sucked harder and heard him moan, “Take all of it, take it all in.” Wanting only to please him, I did what he told me; now he was fully erect. I heard faint moans coming from Nick and I knew I was doing a good job. I felt his cock twitch; any minute now he was going to fill my mouth with his salty nectar. I continued pleasing him, awaiting my reward when he suddenly yelled, “STOP.”

“What the fuck?” I asked very confused. Nick just looked at me, a strange cunning smile stretching across his lips.

“I changed my mind. You give great head, but I really want that cute ass of yours.”

“You want my ass?” What did that mean? I was çaycuma escort totally confused.

“Yeah, I want your ass. You think all I do is suck cock?” I’ll admit that sucking cock is great, but it can old very fast.”

I was still very confused. “You want my ass, what does that mean?” Nick placed both hands firmly on my shoulders, looked deep into my eyes and said, “Honey, I want to fuck that oh-so-cute ass of yours. Now crawl back in the shower and stay on all fours.”

I did as I was told. Once I was in position, Nick crawled into the shower, and got up on his knees behind me.

He turned the shower on, adjusted the temperature to warm, and grabbed the bottle of body wash I’d left behind, and squirted soap on my asshole.

“What are you doing?” I was getting nervous. It was obvious he had done this before. I began to think that maybe I should stop this. Getting a blowjob was one thing, but did I really want this guy’s dick in my ass.

“I have to lubricate your hole with something, or it’s gonna hurt like hell.” Now just relax. I’m going slowly slide my finger in. It stretches the hole and helps you get used to the sensation. That way, my dick will go in easier.”

I did my best to relax, but cried out in pain when I felt Nick’s finger invade my ass. “Just relax, Aaron, don’t tighten your ass, it’ll make it hurt more.” I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing. It must have worked because the pain subsided, replaced by total pleasure. I was amazed this hot hunk of man çayırova escort had a finger in my ass and I never felt a thing! The next thing I felt was Nick’s finger sliding out of my hole and quickly back in again. It didn’t take long for him to get a rhythm going. I was completely hypnotized by the pleasure I was receiving and started rocking back and forth to Nick’s rhythm.

I soon heard a “fart” sound as Nick squirted body wash on his cock and gave it a quick rub. I felt Nick’s erection at the top of my ass and held my breath as it neared my waiting hole. I gritted my teeth and prepared myself for what I was sure would be horrible pain. To my surprise, his cock slid into me with ease; there was no pain, only the most incredible pleasure I’d ever felt!

I could hear his hips smack against my ass as he rode me harder and harder, like some wild horny cowboy. I continued to rock back and forth to meet his thrusts. It wasn’t long before we were in sync with each other’s rhythm and Nick’s pace quickened. I knew he would soon fill me up with hot cum! A few more thrusts, and BAM! His cock erupted, coating my insides! I felt the heat of his cum; I thought my insides were on fire! I moaned with delight and struggled to keep my balance.

His cock slid out of me as easily as went in. I collapsed to my stomach, Nick fell on top of me; we were both exhausted. We lay together for several minutes before showering and preparing for the day’s classes. We got out of the shower, dressed, embraced passionately. As we broke our embrace, I had to ask, “Weren’t you going to get me off?”

“Aaron, baby don’t you remember, you owed me a favor?” And with that icy reply, He was gone as quickly as he appeared. I was left wondering how I was going concentrate on my classes after what had just happened, and if I was ever going to see Nick again.

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