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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned.

Also, there is male bisexuality described in this story. If male bisexuality is abhorrent to you, please exit this story now.

*.*.*

Elegantre, an exclusive cosmetics boutique occupied the ground floor north east corner of 1 Alliance Square. The front door faced Michner Boulevard. The side plate glass tinted window faced Johnson Avenue.

Across Michner Boulevard was 2 Alliance Square. 2 Alliance Square was also a black steel and heavily tinted glass building.

Across Johnson Avenue was 3 Alliance Square, also a six story structure. Just like 1 Alliance Square and 2 Alliance Square, 3 Alliance Square was made to look like a shiny black monolith.

Across Johnson Avenue from 2 Alliance Square, across Michner Boulevard from 3 Alliance Square was an empty lot. The developer had contracted to purchase the ten acres to construct 4 Alliance Square. Before Alvin Crenshaw and the developer could come to a final price, the developer had run out of available funds. The land had not even been cleared off. It just sat, empty, undeveloped. The Oakleaf County cut down the weeds once a quarter and charged the two owners, the son and daughter of the original purchaser of the land.

Tommy Cruz owned Elegantre. He had opened the store with the idea of using and selling nothing but organic, natural cosmetics. They would also offer natural, organic skin care and hair products.

His staff was comprised solely of stunning young women. Each new hire had to attend Capital Cosmetology College, paid for by the hire themselves. Each girl had to have a certificate of completion from Capital before they were allowed on to the floor of Elegantre.

The cost of the training would be paid back to the girl, added on to each paycheck, until the cost of training was paid off. Should the girl quit, or be terminated before the cost of training was fully remanded, that was simply too bad. Elegantre would not be responsible for the remainder of their cost.

Tommy offered a base of seven fifty an hour, plus four and a half percent commission. His stock answer to any girl that asked for a raise was that they needed to sell more.

Tommy Cruz was a short, pudgy faced man with no spine. Which was why none of his employees knew him as Tommy, Thomas Michael Cruz. None of his employees had ever met Tommy Cruz.

His employees were interviewed, hired and managed by Tonya Cruz, a Latin beauty with long black hair, flawless skin, smoldering dark eyes and poise and confidence. She was a ball-busting bitch in five inch heels that routinely informed her employees that she was not their friend, she was not their sister, she was not their mother.

“I am your boss,” she snapped. “Behind my back? Call me a miserable cunt if it helps you sleep at night. But to my face? It is ‘Yes ma’am, Miss Tonya.’ Is that clear?”

Each employee used nothing but the products of the shop; they were given a forty percent employee discount. Each employee dressed in blouses and skirts, or dresses, never slacks, shorts or jeans. They wore four to five inch heels. Over their work attire, they wore a long unbuttoned lab coat.

Late one Saturday morning, Chilandra Childress sat on the low stool and worked on the teenaged girl that sat at her station. While she worked, Chilandra also kept an eye on the girl’s friend. The other girl had an oversized bag that was unzipped, perfect for dropping a few boxes of eye shadow, foundation, moisturizing lip gloss.

“Sweetheart?” Chilandra finally told the young girl. “You might want to tell your friend she either pays for the three lip gloss tubes she just dropped into her bag, or the police will be here in five minutes.”

“Julie, she seen you,” the girl called out.

“Seen me what?” Julie tried to brave.

“Oh, and the mascara. That’s made with real kohl; it’s two hundred dollars a tube,” Chilandra said to Julie’s friend.

“Julie, I’m telling you, she seen you,” the girl stated.

Chilandra felt no joy in watching the shame-faced girl empty her purse. She too had been young and dumb once. But she also wasn’t going to have Tonya Cruz make Chilandra pay for the various items. And Tonya would not give the forty percent discount on the stolen items.

“Yeah, I’ll take the foundation, um, in the liquid, and the eye shadow; Julie what you think about this blush?” the girl decided, looking at her reflection.

“Whatever,” Julie grumbled, unhappy.

“Oh, and the lip gloss,” the girl decided.

Chilandra also talked the girl into the Ph. balanced makeup remover and a tube of sun block, rated 60 SBF.

“Bitch,” was Julie’s parting shot as the two girls left the store.

“What the fuck ever, stuck up snot,” Chilandra smirked.

Chilandra again checked her watch; there were no clocks on the floor of the showroom. Tonya did not want their customers mecidiyeköy escort to ever feel rushed when perusing their wares.

“Come on, Vicky, huh?” Chilandra muttered under her breath.

Normally, on Saturdays, there would be three salespersons, but as usual, Yvette was ‘sick’ this Saturday morning. Vickie had not wanted to alert Ms. Tonya; she and Yvette were friends. Chilandra, however, felt no remorse in alerting Ms. Tonya, via text message, that Yvette was a no-show.

Chilandra was getting hungry; Vicky had left to go to lunch at eleven thirty. Because they were short-staffed, Vickie was supposed to only take forty five minutes for her lunch break. Knowing Vicky, though, it would be closer to one o’clock before the attractive brunette would saunter in, smile on her pretty face, poor excuses spilling from her lips.

Chilandra took a moment to check her makeup. Flawless.

Without the makeup, Chilandra Rachael Childress was a cute twenty one year old woman. She wore her straw colored blonde hair to just above her shoulders, parted on the right. Her big brown eyes had been underneath a bushy eyebrow that went over both eyes, until Capital Cosmetology College showed Chilandra how to tweeze and style her eyebrow to two light brown slashes. Her nose was a button nose, just a hair too wide, but Capital had shown her how to shape it with pencil and foundation.

Her face was slightly rounded, slightly chubby looking, but Elegantre rouge shaped and defined her cheeks, making her face appear slim. Two colors of lip gloss made her lips appear fuller, moist, kissable.

Without the five inch heels, Chilandra stood at five feet, five inches. She weighed one hundred and twenty eight pounds, much of that in her buttocks and legs. In her younger years, she’d been very much into ballet, until her 34C breasts and 35 hips began to sprout. Now, she continued to practice her dancing in an effort to slim down, keep her body tone. If she didn’t have such a weakness for chocolate, Chilandra was sure she could easily lose at least eight pounds.

The light green colored blouse contrasted nicely with her pleated cream colored skirt. Standing up, the skirt reached to just above her knees. Seated, Chilandra had to be careful to keep her legs together, or risk flashing her plain white panties to her clients.

“Brianna, don’t, aw, don’t drag me in here, huh?” a man’s deep voice grumbled good-naturedly.

“Shush, Andrew. No one saw you coming in here,” a woman’s voice laughed.

Chilandra smiled as an attractive blonde woman dragged an extremely handsome blond man into the store. The woman was dressed in skin tight jeans that emphasized her legs and shapely rear. Her belly was bare as she wore a sports bra and a man’s long sleeve shirt tied just underneath the bra, sleeves rolled up. Her feet were jammed into high heeled cowboy boots, making her and Chilandra the same height.

The woman’s face was slightly round, her blue eyes were large, expressive. Her calf length blonde hair was done up in a simple ponytail.

The man wore penny loafers, stood at least six feet, three inches. His slacks were a soft gray color and his shirt was a red and white striped long sleeve button up.

“I keep telling him sun block is so important,” Brianna told Chilandra.

“And I keep telling her, I run from car to office; my skin has never even seen sunlight,” Andrew smiled as Brianna pushed him into a chair.

His blonde hair was cut close to scalp on sides and back and was only slightly longer on top. Chilandra could see that if allowed to grow, Andrew would have blonde curls. His blue eyes were crinkled underneath a heavy light brown eyebrow, his nose was strong, his chin and jaw were square.

“Hmm, looking at your skin, I’d say that’s probably not true,” Chilandra said. “That didn’t come from spray, or a tanning salon.”

“Ha!” Brianna crowed.

“Let’s see what we have to work with,” Chilandra said, already unscrewing the top off of an alcohol free skin cleanser.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Andrew said as Chilandra reached out with the cotton pad.

“Big baby, she hasn’t even touched you yet,” Brianna laughed.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Andrew said when Chilandra reached out again.

“Here,” Brianna said and kissed Andrew passionately. And I’ll give you another when she finishes cleaning you up, okay?”

“Okay,” Andrew smiled.

Chilandra made quick work of cleaning his handsome face. Out of habit, she checked the pad before dropping it into the wastebasket underneath the counter. There was minimal dirt and oil residue on the pad; obviously Andrew took care of his skin.

As promised, Brianna gave Andrew a kiss for ‘being a brave boy and letting Chilandra clean his face. Chilandra smiled when Brianna then playfully tousled Andrew’s short hair.

“I just love the lotion here,” Brianna prattled as Chilandra gently patted Andrew’s face with a second sterile pad.

“Scented or…?” Chilandra asked, now testing Andrew’s Ph. levels.

“Unscented; there’s cihangir escort a rule in our office,” Brianna said, picking up a bottle of the lotion and bringing it to the counter.

“Doesn’t stop Debbie though, huh? Can smell she’s already been in the elevator every morning,” Andrew said.

“Sir, you’d probably want to go with this sunblock; it filters out most of the sun’s harmful UV rays,” Chilandra said, grabbing a tube of the ointment.

She gently, quickly applied a dab to the man’s face, ears and throat.

“Looks like I got makeup on,” Andrew said.

“Andrew Jerome Walker! It does not! You can’t even see it!” Brianna exclaimed.

Brianna made Andrew get out of the seat and walk closer to the mirror. With a smile, he agreed; the lotion was invisible to the naked eye.

“He’ll take it, and I’ve been wanting see what your powder foundation looks like, Brianna said, flopping into the chair just abandoned by Andrew.

With Brianna’s permission, Chilandra cleaned her face free of the minimal makeup. Chilandra very nearly hated the beautiful young woman; Brianna had almost flawless skin, perfect nose and cheekbones and lips.

“I love your lips; you show me how do that?” Brianna said after Chilandra applied a light base.

“Hmm,” Chilandra mused, studying the woman’s face.

“This shampoo? For blond hair?” Andrew asked, standing by a display.

“Get it,” Brianna ordered. “And see if they got the leave-in conditioner.”

“The shampoo’s very good,” Chilandra agreed, now outlining Brianna’s lips with pencil. “Has egg protein in it.”

“So I could make an omelet with it?” Andrew teased, putting four more bottles onto the counter.

Outside, there was a flash of yellow. Chilandra turned and saw the ‘School Lunch’ school bus drive past the building, on its way to the St. Joseph’s Homeless shelter.

“Damn it!” Chilandra muttered.

“Problem?” Brianna asked, losing her easy smile.

“No, no, just saw the School Lunch bus go past; wanted a plate of their beef stew for lunch,” Chilandra said.

“They do it on Saturdays now?” Andrew asked, looking toward the street.

“Yeah, about a month now,” Chilandra said.

“Aw, I’m sorry we made you miss your lunch,” Brianna said, rubbing Chilandra’s arm.

The young woman then brightened. She patted Chilandra’s leg, just above her knee.

“Tell you what. We’ll take you to that Bombay Café right across the street. You ever eat there?” Brianna said.

“I, oh no, that’s not necessary,” Chilandra said. “Y’all didn’t make me miss lunch; my co-worker did.”

“No, no, you have to come with us,” Brianna insisted, now firmly resting her hand on Chilandra’s leg. “Please? Pretty please?”

“Brianna, maybe she thinks Bombay’s sucks,” Andrew suggested.

“You ever had it?” Brianna asked Chilandra.

“I, no, I haven’t,” Chilandra said.

Chilandra was completing ringing up the numerous bottles, tubes and jars Andrew and Brianna had amassed when Vickie strolled in. Because there were clients in the store, Vickie didn’t say anything to Chilandra, just strolled to the rear of the store and clocked back in. Then she shrugged on her lab coat and came back to the storefront.

“We’ll wait out front for you,” Brianna said after Andrew signed for their purchases.

“Y’all, really, it’s not necessary,” Chilandra argued.

“Please?” Brianna asked, peering into Chilandra’s eyes. “I’d, we’d really like take you to lunch.”

“Fine, yeah, okay,” Chilandra agreed.

Chilandra did not say anything to Vickie. Chilandra knew that Vickie was looking for a reason, any reason to snipe at Chilandra; since Chilandra’s first day, Vickie had been extremely hostile toward Chilandra. Tonya’s opinion was that a little hostility spurred competition. Competition spurred employees to try to make more sales. As a result, Tonya scheduled the two women together quite often.

She wasn’t completely devoid of compassion; from time to time, Tonya did schedule Chilandra with Stephanie Cimo. Stephanie and Chilandra had formed a fast, easy friendship shortly after Stephanie started working for Elegantre.

“Bye,” Vickie sang out just as Chilandra opened the heavy glass door of the store.

Chilandra bit back her response and stepped out into the humidity. Brianna was there and put an affectionate arm around Chilandra’s waist.

“Andrew’s putting the stuff into the car; he’ll be right back,” Brianna cheerfully informed Chilandra.

Then she squeezed Chilandra happily. Chilandra couldn’t help but smile at Brianna’s happy, bubbly mood.

“I am so glad you’re coming with us,” she enthused.

She lowered her voice and put her face closer to Chilandra. Chilandra could smell the other woman’s breath; a soft hint of cloves.

“Think he likes you; seen how much stuff he bought for himself?” Brianna confided.

“He, I uh, I thought y’all were together?” Chilandra asked, surprised.

“Oh, we are,” Brianna said and smiled over Chilandra’s shoulder.

“All taksim esc right. We ready?” Andrew asked, wrapping his arm around Brianna’s waist.

“No, get on the other side,” Brianna ordered. “We need keep Chilandra safe.”

“Safe? Safe from what?” Andrew asked as he did step to Chilandra’s left.

“Somebody might try steal her away from us,” Brianna smiled as they stepped out from underneath the small overhang, into the bright Texas sunlight.

Brianna kept her arm around Chilandra’s waist as they crossed the street. Andrew walked on the other side of Chilandra, but she did not try to put his arm around Chilandra’s waist.

The menu was confusing; Chilandra had never heard of any of the dishes mentioned. She’d never had lamb or goat before and many of the dishes were made with those meats.

“Okay, Brianna’s getting the lamb boona; very spicy,” Andrew explained. “And I’m getting the goat sarni; it’s got a savory yogurt sauce.”

“Yogurt?” Chilandra asked, pretty face wrinkled.

“No, no, not like the yogurt you get at the grocery,” Brianna laughed, putting her hand on Chilandra’s upper thigh.

With Andrew’s help, Chilandra finally decided on an order of dolmas, meat and rice wrapped in grape leaves and steamed.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” Brianna suddenly said as the waiter brought out the appetizers Andrew had ordered.

“Oh, I uh, thank you,” Chilandra stammered, embarrassed.

“Dig in, Chilandra; I ordered this for all of us,” Andrew said.

“Have you ever, you ever been with a woman?” Brianna asked as they finished up the appetizer platter.

“Uh y’all? Iiii REALLY don’t want to talk about that,” Chilandra said, blushing hotly.

“You’re blushing!” Andrew smiled. “Brianna, that’s enough, leave her alone.”

It embarrassed Chilandra, angered her that Andrew would point out her heavy blush. She felt very off-center, very much a fish out of water sitting between these two beautiful confident people.

She felt like a fraud, a pretender sitting at this table. Andrew and Brianna were beautiful, poised, elegant, knowledgeable. Their clothing screamed money. The American Express that Andrew had used to purchase the cosmetics told Chilandra that he had money. When he’d signed the slip, the cuff of his shirt had slid down slightly and Chilandra had seen that he wore a Rolex. His ring finger on his right hand had a heavy diamond and gold ring.

Brianna also wore a Rolex. Chilandra recognized the boots, as well as the jeans. She herself had admired both at Brichelle’s Boutique, an exclusive clothing store in Great Oak, Texas. The boots had been marked down to $859 when Chilandra had seen them. The jeans were hand rolled denim and retailed for $179. As Chilandra’s mother had joked, nearly ninety dollars a leg.

The only reason mother and daughter had gone into the trendy store was because they were advertising a summer clearance sale, to make room for the autumn fashions. Clearance sale or not, Chilandra could not afford any of the clothing in Brichelle’s Boutique.

Chilandra’s blouse and skirt had come from ‘Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow,’ a store that sold clothing on consignment. Her shoes, she had splurged a little on but if she had to wear heels, Chilandra was going to be comfortable.

Her beauty, Chilandra felt, was largely due to her expertise with a makeup brush. With her expertly applied makeup, Chilandra still did not feel as pretty, as sexy as Brianna had looked completely devoid of any cosmetics.

Chilandra had been the chubby, plain looking girl in school. She’d had boyfriends, mainly because she sucked cock. She had let two boys have her pussy. The first one had laughed; her bush was light brown, not blonde like the hair on her head. The second boy had been very sweet, but very inexperienced.

But, no, she had never been with another woman. There had been Debbi Ann, quite possibly the most beautiful red head Chilandra had ever seen. Chilandra had often masturbated to thoughts of kissing Debbi Ann’s full pouting lips.

And there was Patricia don’t call me Patty O’Brien. Chilandra had copied Patricia’s hairstyle and had even tried to fit into Patricia’s entourage. Until Millie embarrassed Chilandra by demanding to know what Chilandra thought she was doing, following them.

“Well, have you?” Chilandra asked angrily.

“Why, yes I have,” Andrew smiled.

“No, I mean, with another guy?” Chilandra spat.

. . .

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. . .

Andrew Jerome Walker was the son of Andrea Gaye Loomis and Jerome Alan Walker. Andrea had been a true beauty with cornflower blue eyes and long blonde hair and a dusting of freckles, she was picture perfect. By ate ten, Andrea had been in dozens of print ads, and even on a few local television shows, as well as television advertisements.

Jerome met Andrea when his recycling plant decided to put out television advertisements, extolling the virtues of recycling.

At the time of filming the first commercial, Andrea had just turned eighteen, but her mother still hovered over her meal ticket like a mother eagle protecting her brood. One look at Andrea, dressed in simple tee shirt and snug blue jeans and Jerome knew he had to have her. Thus began a two month long courtship, expensive gifts of jewelry, flowers, trips for her and her mother.

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A novice golfer and two enormous pro wrestlers have a little unsanctioned fun during a charity tournament! I’ve used semi-fictional names for the principals, but wrestling fans will doubtless spot the resemblances.

*****

1.

“I don’t even know how to play golf, Larry!” I stared at my boyfriend over my latte and shook my head.

Not for the first time, I wondered why I had ever hooked up with him in the first place. Larry was a sports freak. If it involved large sweaty men, odd clothing and arcane rules of conduct, he was into it. Sometimes I had a suspicion that he liked the large sweaty men part of it the best–he wasn’t exactly an athlete in bed with me.

“Well, you never know until you try,” he said in his annoying lisp, and tore open another one of those little brown sugar packets they have at Starbucks. Larry eats way too much sugar, in my opinion. “I can’t get anyone else on such short notice. Maurice finked out on me, I have to have a partner to make it a foursome, and you can rent the clubs. Be a sport.”

“That was my point. I’m not into sports. I’ll kill somebody with the ball or something.”

“I doubt that,” said Larry. “You won’t be able to hit it that hard anyway.”

“Gee, thanks. What is this tournament, anyway?”

“Celebrity charity tournament. The celebs are all pro athletes.”

“Like I couldn’t have guessed.” I groaned and took a bite of my bagel. “God, look at the time. I have to get to work.”

“Are we on, then?” Larry raised his brows at me. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven sharp. Our tee-off time is eight-fifteen.”

I consider anything before nine a barbaric time of the morning. “I don’t know.”

“Annie, I’m going to forfeit the entry fee if I don’t show up with a partner! I thought you were all Scotch and thrifty. I can’t believe it–Scotch, and you’ve never played golf!”

“The term is Scots, as I’ve told you a million times before–I’m not a bottle of whisky. And my dad’s Scots–I’ve never even been to Scotland. He doesn’t play golf either.” I picked up my morning paper, downed the rest of my latte, and left the bagel.

“Oh, come on. Do me a favor once in a while. I’ll take you to some chick flick afterwards.”

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll buy dinner. Please?”

I considered that. “Not Chinese again.”

“Not Chinese. You pick the restaurant. Please, no more than three dollar signs per entree.”

“Ooh, big spender. All right, you’re on. You pay for this golf club rental, too.”

A look of real pain crossed his face. “All right, all right! Wear a skirt and walking shoes. This is one of those old-fashioned courses that have a dress code. No women with pants.”

“Women without pants are OK, then? Check.” I winked at him and headed out to hail a cab.

This was starting to smell like a relationship in need of a break. Like a breakup. But I had promised, and I would fulfill my obligations. As long as Larry fulfilled his and took me out to dinner and a movie. I could tell him I was dumping him after we left the theater.

2.

“OK, which one is this again? The woody?”

“The 1-wood, also known as the driver. Sheesh, Annie, don’t try to make conversation, OK? You’re going to embarrass me.” Larry rolled his eyes and started the golf cart.

I put the bag of rented clubs between my knees and held on as the cart lurched away from the pro shop. I had really dressed the part today–I wore a tweed skirt that had been my mother’s in college, a pair of two-tone saddle shoes, an oxford blouse and a sun visor. I looked something like Katherine Hepburn in one of those movies she made with Spencer Tracy, except that I wasn’t quite as thin and wore my hair longer. I was actually having fun. The tournament hadn’t even started yet, but I was having fun irritating Larry.

He wore brand new golf shoes and expensive golf duds with Nike swooshes all over them, and my retro look didn’t quite match. “You look like you think you’re golfing with Sam Snead, for God’s sake. I feel like I ought to be wearing knickerbockers.”

Larry took an abrupt swerve to avoid hitting a small knot of Canada geese that were standing insolently in his path. They stared at him and took simultaneous poops on the grass as we passed. “Goddamn geese. They’re everywhere.”

“Yep, they sure are.” I grabbed my golf bag to prevent it from falling out of the cart as Larry took another swerve down a path marked “To the Tee”.

“Now, I don’t know who our athletes are. We’ll be assigned them just before we tee off. I want to take one of them in the cart with me, OK? You can ride with the other one.”

“Oh, are you going to take him home with you?” I batted my eyelashes at him and made little panting sounds with my tongue hanging out. “You did say they were ours. Can I take mine home with me too?”

“Jesus. Don’t embarrass me.”

“But it’s so deeply satisfying to embarrass you, Larry. You’re the one who begged me to come along.”

He muttered and mumbled to himself until we lurched to a stop in an open area. A set of bleachers rose up above <a href="https://mertermarka.com" rel='dofollow' title="merter escortmerter escort< the manicured grass, and groups of people stood around posing for photographers or chatting. I recognized a few of the athletes-football players and basketball players, with a tennis pro here and there.

“Oh, pinch me–it’s Andre Agassi,” said Larry with wide eyes. “God, I hope I get him!”

“Don’t look now, but I think he’s giving you the eye,” I replied. He began to mutter to himself again. I looked around as we got out of the golf cart and walked up to a table set up near the teeing green, with a sign reading ‘Partner Assignments, L-Z’ hanging from it.

“Hello, I’m Larry Person,” said Larry, holding out his entry form. “I’m pre-registered.”

“What kind of person?” said the elderly man behind the table, who seemed to be hard of hearing. “Hairy? You don’t look all that hairy to me.” He took the form and sorted through a box of index cards.

“No, that’s my name. Larry Person.”

“I guess your parents had a sense of humor, Harry,” said the old man after a long stare at Larry. “I’ve never approved of that sort of thing being perpetrated on innocent children. And your young lady?” He poised a felt pen over a sheet of sticky tags.

“Annie MacLachlan,” I said, and spelled it for him. The old man made me a name tag and handed it to me; I stuck it on my oxford blouse. Larry got a pre-printed tag and a number slip.

“Wait for your number to be called,” said the old man. “Whoever’s up at that point will be your playing partners for the tournament.”

“Oh, gee, couldn’t you tell us who we’re getting?” said Larry. His eyes bugged out as Joe Montana walked by. “And maybe we could slip into the right spot in line…?”

“Sorry, luck of the draw.” The old man shook his head and turned to the next pair of golfers.

“Oh, ugh!” said Larry, staring beyond me. “Pray we don’t get any of *them*!”

“Who?” I asked, turning around. “Those guys?” A group of very large, muscular men had just arrived in several golf carts and were getting out their bags. “Are they athletes, or amateurs?”

“Well,” sniffed Larry, “that’s a matter of debate. Pro wrestling isn’t what I call a sport!”

“Pro wrestling?” I know precisely zero about wrestling, as I do about most things of which Larry professes knowledge. Sometimes I think he pretends to be an expert about some things just because I’m not. I can tell that he’s faking if I have even the smallest information on the subject. Such as with sex.

“Yes; can you believe it? The organizers actually invited people from the WWF. Some poor bozos are going to be stuck playing with those low-lifes!” Larry looked at his number slip. “We’re twenty-four, so keep your ears open.”

Since he had expressed such disdain, my interest was piqued. I looked over at the wrestlers again. Six of them had gathered, some perfectly enormous and a couple of them more average-sized. Blond and dark-haired and bald, with one black man among them and one younger man with purple hair.

The last one of the group got out of his cart and stretched, taking off his baseball cap, and I let out a little gasp. This one was a redhead, and he was the tallest of them all.

“What?” said Larry irritably. “Oh, darn, Andre Agassi is in group twenty!”

“Well, there goes your chance of getting a date for Saturday night,” I said absently, watching the redhead. I could only see his back, but the view was attention-getting.

He wore a short-sleeved shirt and golf shorts that showed his muscular calves. Every inch of visible skin on his massive arms, right down to the wrists, was covered with tattoos. I rather liked tattoos, though not always the people attached to them. His hair was very long for a man’s, reaching down to his shoulder blades even braided, and it shone beautifully copper-colored in the morning sun.

I got a glimpse of the side of his face as he talked to another big man with dark hair, and saw a red goatee. ‘Ooh, facial hair,’ I thought. ‘Better and better.’

What really attracted my eyes, however, was his ass. He wasn’t a small man, so he didn’t have a small ass. It was big, lush, eminently squeezable-looking. My hands itched with the urge to go over and pat him on the butt. I wondered if he would mind.

3.

“Twenty-two,” called someone over a mic, and Larry had another hissy fit over the loss of one of his dreamboats. I kept my eyes on Big Red, as I had just nicknamed him, and started to make a wish, crossing my fingers. “Twenty-three,” said the announcer, and another foursome stepped up to the tee. “Twenty-four!”

“Come on,” said Larry. “I think we’re getting Joe Montana!”

‘Rats,’ I said to myself, not wanting Larry to make cracks about my sudden penchant for wrestlers. I turned to follow him and stood where a man in a green jacket directed me when we got to the tee. “Woody…driver…dildo…” I muttered, sorting through my clubs while I struggled with the heavy bag.

“The biggest one,” said someone helpfully, right at my elbow.

“Oh, OK,” I said, hauling güngören escort it out. “Thanks.” I turned and looked up–way up–into the eyes of Big Red.

“Uhhh…hi.”

The view was almost better from the front: broad chest, shirt open over slightly furry pecs, more tats. His face was so masculinely strong-jawed and cheekboned and nosed and bearded that I wondered if there was an earthquake going on at the moment that only I noticed.

And, I swear to God–his eyes were green. Really, really green, like the fairways and the tee and the trees. No, not like that sort of green, where the grass is all cut short and fertilized and manicured and dotted with goose poop. More like the part under the trees where everything grows a little wild, where you can lose things and never find them again. The rough, that’s what it’s called. His eyes were as green as the rough.

“Hi.” He smiled, and the earthquake went up a few points on the Richter scale. “I guess we’re playing together.”

“Oh, my God, I certainly hope so,” I said in a daze. Larry was having a real snit somewhere over in the periphery of my vision. “I’m Annie MacLachlan, and that’s Larry Person.”

“Yes, I read the name tag. I’m Mike Carrington.” He put out his hand, which could have made about four of my hands, and I shook it. It was like shaking hands with a catcher’s mitt, if catcher’s mitts had long fingers with cute freckles. “This is Jim Laymont.”

The dark-haired man he had been talking to came up and grinned at me. “Hey, there, missy. Looks like we got the best draw of the day.”

“Look, this is not–can I get another assignment, for Christ’s sake?” I heard Larry say to the man in the green jacket. “This is really important–“

“Read your rules sheet,” said the man. “All assignments are final, unless all parties agree to switch.”

“Annie!” yelled Larry. “Back me up here!”

“Are you on drugs?” I said. “Not a chance, buster.” The wrestlers chuckled.

“Hey, missy, you want to ride with me?” said Jim, waggling his brows. “I drive a mean golf cart.” He was pretty cute, with a black goatee and a big set of shoulders, but next to Mike he came in a definite second.

“Well, I…”

“It’ll fit three,” said Mike with a smile. “I reckon Harry here can navigate on his own.”

“Larry,” said Larry. We all ignored him.

“Ma’am, please go ahead,” said Mike. “That’s the ladies’ tee, up there.” He pointed to another tee several yards in front of the one we stood on.

I took my driver and a ball out of the side pocket of my bag and walked up to tee off. Although I hadn’t actually done this before, I had a general idea of how to proceed, and stuck one of the little wooden pegs I had in my shirt pocket into the ground between the markers. I balanced the ball on it, set up to swing, and swung.

I missed. Not just the ball; the ground too, and clouted myself in the ass on the backswing.

“Oops,” I said. “Ow.”

Jim busted a gut and tried not to show it, and Larry looked like he wanted to sink into the earth. Mike smiled and walked up to me.

“Here, let’s get those legs spread a little more,” he said, arranging my stance with the club on the ground. “Snug up on the shaft like this.” He stood right behind me and reached around my body to shift my hands on the grip.

“Oh, are you my golf coach?” I wiggled my hips a few inches backwards into his crotch. Mike cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he said, sounding a little thick. “There you go. Try that again.”

He stood back and I swung again. This time I hit the ball with a satisfying KRAK. It went into the air and bounced a reasonable distance down the fairway.

“Nice shot.”

“Thanks. I’m usually pretty good with things that have shafts and big heads.” I bent over to pull my tee out of the ground, making sure to aim my backside in his direction. Mike cleared his throat again.

“OK, stand back to let us tee off,” he said, and walked back to pick up his golf bag.

Larry went first, making a rotten shot short of mine, since he was obviously pissed off. Too pissed off to notice my flirtations, which I had intended partly for his benefit. Jim went next and fired a screamer way past the point at which my ball had landed.

“Beat that,” he said to Mike as he teed up.

“If you like,” said Mike, and swung.

WHAACCKK! The ball took off as if it had been shot from a cannon.

Mike held his pose for a moment as he watched it fly out of sight, his long legs in an interesting twist and his magnificent ass turned and tucked in just so. His muscles tensed and bulged under his shorts, which had pulled fairly tightly across the back. I decided I liked golf.

“Holy crap, I think you hit the green,” said Jim, shading his eyes. “This is a freakin’ Par 4.”

“I’m feeling sort of inspired today,” said Mike, and grinned at me.

4.

Nine holes later, I had a moderately bad score, Larry’s stunk to high heaven, and both of the wrestlers were doing fairly well. As Larry hacked and maslak escort slashed at another sand trap, sending little puffs of dust into the air, Mike leaned on his nine-iron and looked at me.

“Getting tired yet, Annie?”

“Kind of,” I replied, wiping sweat off my forehead as I raised my visor. “I didn’t realize this is such hard work.”

“You’re doing really well for your first time. I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, but I’m bogeying every hole.” I had picked up a lot of golf jargon over the last hour and a half.

Mike shrugged. “Bogeying, sure. Only one double bogey so far.”

“Unlike poor Larry.” He was still slashing, his face red and sweaty. “I’m actually beginning to feel sorry for him.”

“Who wouldn’t?” Mike chuckled as Larry hit the ball out of the sand and onto the green. It rolled clear across and fell over the opposite edge into another trap. Larry bent his sand wedge over his knee and hopped up and down in rage. “He’s taking so long, we might have to wave the next foursome through.”

“What a maroon,” said Jim, taking a drink of water and wiping his mouth. “I swear, I could grow a rose garden in the amount of shit he talks about sports.” Larry, before his score had surpassed his grandfather’s age, had been bragging about his handicap.

“You’re preaching to the converted,” I said.

“So when are you gonna dump him and try dating me?” said Jim, waggling his brows.

“When you settle down and get a real job,” I said, and we all laughed. “At least ‘Buckshaw’ sounds like a normal person, but ‘Gravedigger’? Beating up on each other for a living–now that’s taking money for nothing. You Texas boys would be brawling anyway, and don’t try to deny it.”

“Yeah, but I don’t get to beat up on ‘Digger real often,” said Jim, aiming a kick at Mike’s ass. Mike sidestepped him. “I think he’s about to steal my girl.”

I smiled at Mike, who gave me a slow, sensual grin that curled my toes. “Maybe he is. If he gets an opportunity.” Trying to bounce my ball off my club as I had seen him do, I hit it over my head and lost it in the tall grass.

“Darn.” I poked around for several moments but didn’t see it. Mike came over to help, but it was too well concealed to find.

“Oh, I’ve got another one of these things, so the heck with it.” I had lost one other ball in a water hazard and was down to one out of a box of three.

Larry had finally made his putt, and Jim pulled his ball out of his pocket and put it down in front of his marker. He sank the putt in one stroke and looked at Mike, who was just off the green, on an up-slope between two sand traps.

Mike selected a pitching wedge, took his stance and popped the ball up onto the green. It rolled to a spot six inches from the hole, and once he had tapped it in for par, he wrote down his score with a flourish. “Halfway through. Let’s ride.”

Jim brought the golf cart up and we all got in. Larry was having engine trouble, it seemed, and left his cart where it was, tramping forward with his golf bag on his shoulder. He was bright red and looked as if he was about to drop from sunstroke.

We gladly left him behind and proceeded to the next tee. I hit a long curving shot that struck a tree and deflected into the rough.

“Oh, darn,” I said. “I’m going to have to find that one; it’s my last ball.”

“Go ahead and look for it,” said Mike. “It’s Harry’s turn next, and he won’t be here for a while.” I shrugged and headed up the fairway with a three-iron.

Concealed from the tee, the rough sloped sharply down into a small ravine overgrown with trees. I had no idea where the ball was, as it had taken a glancing path through the branches and could have dropped anywhere.

Thirty feet down at the bottom of the ravine, I thought I saw a glint of white between the grass stems. It might not be my ball, of course. Probably a lot of people lost balls down here. But I had marked mine so I would be able to tell whose it was.

I started down the slope, using my three-iron as a walking stick. The grass felt slippery and damp in the shade. When I stepped on one steep patch, my foot shot out from under me and I fell the rest of the way, losing my club.

Since it wasn’t very far to fall, I was more shaken than hurt, and landed in a sitting position. The ball I had spotted was right in front of me. I nudged aside the grass and checked. It wasn’t mine.

“Rats,” I said, and looked for a good way to get up to the top of the slope again. An overhanging branch above my head provided something to grip, and I stood up, wincing. My bottom was developing a nice bruise.

“You OK?” said Mike’s voice up the hill. “I decided to follow you, and I thought I saw you fall.”

“Yes, you did. I’m fine–it’s just a little hard to get back up.” I grabbed the tree branch with both hands and tried to haul myself up the slope. “I didn’t find my ball.”

“Hang on, Annie. I’ll come down and give you a boost.” Mike took a few sliding steps and landed beside me. “Hey, it’s kind of cosy down here.”

“Oh?” I looked up at him; he was grinning sensually at me again. I loved his full lips, because they looked both luscious and extremely sure of themselves. I had never seen a pair of lips on a man that were so well made for kissing, I thought, and there really wasn’t any way to confirm that other than kiss him. So I did.

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Prologue

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I think I was two, maybe almost three years old when my brother Henry came along. I admit, I don’t remember looking forward to having a sibling. I was pretty mad about the whole thing. My mother still tells people about the time I used an entire bottle of Elmer’s glue to try and seal the baby’s room door shut—and he hadn’t even arrived yet. Besides, he was getting my old room, the one with the fun window you could crank open on hot days, and what good was that going to be for a baby, anyway?

It didn’t matter that I had brand new wallpaper in my new room with ladybugs that were as soft as velvet to the touch—the room that used to be Daddy’s office with the big oak desk—or that my mother had taken me shopping to find the perfect ladybug bedspread to match. It didn’t matter that I had a new big-girl bed with a tall canopy and wispy white curtains that billowed in the breeze from the open window like sails.

It didn’t matter, because I was sure, once that baby came, no one would love me anymore.

It was after the Elmer’s glue incident, after my Daddy had threatened to paddle me within an inch of my life—he never did, he never touched either of us in anger that way, but he would say it sometimes and it was the one time I really believed he might actually do it—I finally crawled into my mother’s lap and laid my soul bare.

She didn’t rush to reassure me or change my already-made-up little mind. She just rocked me gently and let me cry about it for a while.

Finally, she asked, “You love me, don’t you, Janie?”

I nodded against her breast, easily giving her the reassurance I was looking for myself.

“And you love your daddy, don’t you, precious?” She stroked my hair, long and blonde like hers, only a few shades lighter.

“Yes,” I agreed, squirming in her lap, already sensing somehow what was coming.

“But how can you love us both?”

Her question stopped me and I stared up at her, my mouth gaping, the realization slowly dawning. She whispered, “Our hearts are so big, Janie, that we can always love. No matter what. We always have room to love someone else.” Then she laughed and cuddled me close. “Besides, we’re Baumgartners. We can love the whole world if we want to.”

And it was true. They loved me and they loved my brother, and we both loved them. We were a family—we were the Baumgartners, and we Baumgartners could love the whole world.

At the time, my mother was just reassuring a jealous sibling, saying something to comfort me when my world was about to expand beyond my usual, comfortable boundaries

Years later, though, pressed between two warm bodies under the sheets, I would remember her words, and they would take on a whole new meaning.

I was resistant to the idea at first, sure that I wouldn’t get enough love, enough attention, that my world would come crashing down if I included anyone else, but I was proven wrong then, and I was proven wrong later. Experience proved me wrong again and again, opening my heart wider with every new encounter.

I was a Baumgartner. I was made to love—often and well. My mother was right. She always is.

Sometimes I think I really could love the whole world, if the world gave me a chance.

* * * *

Chapter One

* * * *

I usually didn’t spend the night in their bed.

Mostly it was to keep up appearances—Beth was in second grade and smart as a whip, and none of us wanted her asking questions we couldn’t answer. But it was something else, too. Ronnie and TJ’s bed was…well, it was their bed. They loved me and I loved them, and sometimes I shared their bed, but it was still…theirs. It was an unsaid sort of thing, but they wanted it like that, and really, so did I. It was better that way.

We were always careful—the door was firmly shut and locked at night—but once in a while, usually on a weekend when no one had to set an alarm for the morning rush, I’d wake up pressed firmly between their flesh, TJ’s thigh tucked between mine from behind, my cheek resting against Ronnie’s breast, my breath making her nipple hard even in her sleep. I liked those mornings, in spite of myself. It was a delicious way to wake up, feeling TJ’s hand moving over my hip, watching as he reached across me to tweak his wife’s nipple, encouraging her awake.

Our nights were long and wild and crazy, but our mornings, when we had them, were invariably slow and sweet and lazy. Ronnie was a deep sleeper, the slowest to respond to TJ’s early morning urges, but I was all too aware of him with the swollen length of his cock rubbing me from behind. I couldn’t help wiggling back against him, spreading my legs to make room for him to slip between, not entering me, just using the flesh of my thighs to press him snugly as he rocked against me.

He liked it when I reached down to touch myself, spreading my smooth pussy lips, letting my wet slit become a slick crevasse for him to plow through, still not entering me, teasing my clit with the head şişli escort of his cock with every pass. Even our gentle rocking and my soft moans as TJ cupped the fullness of my breast in his hand, rolling my nipple between thumb and finger, didn’t wake Ronnie. She slept, her hair spread out on the pillow, my own mixed with hers like flecks of gold in the darkness, while her husband probed between my legs with his fingers now instead of his cock, following my wetness to its sweltering source.

I couldn’t help but turn, lifting my bottom in the air as he fingered me. “Faster!” I whispered. “Harder!”

“More?” he asked, not waiting for my response before slipping a third finger in, stretching me, making me moan against the mattress. When he moved behind me, his motion shifting the bed, Ronnie stirred, sighing softly in her sleep and curling her hand up under her chin. I watched her chest rise and fall, her pink nipples puckered and hard, and I wondered if she was dreaming about this very thing as TJ teased me from behind, his cock sliding up and down between my pussy lips.

“Please,” I whispered, looking back at him, his eyes dark with lust in the early morning light. “Fuck me, TJ.”

I used my muscles to squeeze the head of his cock as he pressed it against my hole and he gasped, grabbing my hips and shifting forward. I bit my lip, trying to be quiet, enjoying having him to myself for the moment, focused solely on me as he reached around to cup the sway of my breasts in his hands.

“God you’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, and I whimpered as he pulled back, only halfway in me, to thrust again. This time he made it all the way in and stayed there for a moment, his cock throbbing so thickly I could feel his pulse. “I love your little cunt, Janie…”

I squirmed under his praise, pressing my cheek against the mattress, my eyes roaming over Ronnie’s curves as she slept beside us. She shifted in her sleep as TJ began to fuck me. He was in no hurry, using my juices to slowly wet his way, his fingers alternately tweaking my nipples and strumming my clit, keeping me guessing.

“Lick her,” TJ urged, his hand in my hair, guiding me. “I want to watch.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I leaned over to kiss the rise and fall of Ronnie’s belly, down to the hairless cleft of her pussy. I loved smelling her, tasting her, using my tongue to part her lips so I could focus on the sweet bud of her clit. She came awake a bit at a time, her hips beginning to move in rhythm with my tongue, her eyelids fluttering, her breath coming faster, faster. She was just half-awake, her nipples standing straight up, her pussy swelling under the attention of my mouth.

When she finally opened her eyes and moaned out loud, fisting her hands into my hair, I moved fully between her open thighs, eager to please her now. TJ groaned, his cock slowing as he watched his wife’s body twisting, arching, one hand on my head, the other palming her breast, fingering her nipple and I knew—he must be close to coming. He always did that when he wanted to wait, slowed to almost stopping, making that little growly noise in his throat.

I loved that sound.

“Janie, baby,” Ronnie whispered, stroking my hair, my cheek, her thighs trembling. “Oh sweetie, please… please don’t stop…”

Not a chance. I whimpered, pressing my tongue flat in the way she loved, wiggling it back and forth against the sensitive kernel of her clit, my fingers finding the wet give of her pussy and sliding in deep. She moaned, ushering her hips upward to meet me, and I saw her looking over my head, past me, watching her husband fuck me from behind.

“TJ,” she murmured, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. “She’s gonna make me come so hard…”

“Yes, baby,” he urged, grabbing my hips, squeezing, his cock pulsing deep inside of me. “Come all over her face. Do it. Come on!”

Ronnie reached a hand out and he grabbed it, their palms flat against one another, their fingers twining. I buried my face in her cunt, sucking and licking, greedy for her climax, and she gave it to me with sudden, shuddering thrusts, actually covering her mouth with her other hand to keep from crying out too loudly.

“Jesus, Ronnie,” TJ whispered, pulling slowly out of me, still rock hard, making me whimper at the loss. “I have to fuck you.”

I moved aside, stretching out beside his wife. She cradled me in her arms, kissing the sweet taste of her own pussy from my lips, holding me tight, belly to belly. We lost ourselves in softness, our breasts pressed together as TJ straddled Ronnie’s thigh, lifting her other leg so he could slide his cock into her wetness. She cried out against my mouth when he began to fuck her and I had to break away to watch.

TJ had a gorgeous cock and it was just accentuated by the sight of Ronnie’s fat pussy lips spreading for him with every thrust. I reached down to find her clit, rubbing it with my fingers, back and forth at first, then in circles, making her moan and squirm.

“You, bağcılar escort too, precious,” she whispered, her hand cupping my tender, throbbing mound. I shivered, leaning in to kiss her again, our tongues touching as she slipped two fingers down around my clit, cradling it in the V made by her index and middle finger, rocking her hand up and down. God, I loved that sweet, indirect stimulation, that constant rubbing. It reminded me of when I was young and used to masturbate by riding against a pillow

Oh fuck,” TJ cried, thrusting harder, deep. “Ronnie! Oh!”

She broke our kiss to gasp, “Yes! Give me your come, baby! I want Janie to lick it all up!”

That did it. He threw his head back, his body jerking and twitching with his climax, his belly, hard and flat from his morning workouts, contracting rhythmically as he emptied himself into her. He groaned when I reached down to grab him, squeezing his softening length as he slid himself slowly out of Ronnie’s moist heat, and the sound that came from his throat was sibilate, almost a hiss, as I moved down to lick the head of his dick clean.

“Oh! God!” I cried out in surprise as Ronnie shoved my hips to the bed and buried her face between my thighs. I accepted her weight as TJ moved away, swinging her thigh over my head so she could position herself over my face. I could smell them together, TJ and Ronnie, his cum and hers, and I wrapped my arms around her hips so I could press my face fully between her legs.

“Jesus,” TJ murmured as he stretched out beside us, watching. “You’re both so beautiful.”

Neither of us acknowledged his compliment—we both had our mouths full. The feel of Ronnie’s tongue sweeping over my clit made me flushed with heat and I moaned against her pussy, working hard to concentrate on her clit, too, trying to focus as her mouth drove me to distraction.

“Taste good?” TJ asked and I gave him a muffled assent, sucking at Ronnie’s clit, feeling her body quaver. I couldn’t even begin to tell him how good she tasted—how good they tasted together. I could have spent all day worshipping the soft, pungent spread of her flesh against my tongue.

TJ rested on his elbow, but his face was up by his wife’s head as he studied her licking my cunt, spreading me open to give him a better view. But I could see the hardening length of his cock, still slick from the fucking and the sucking he’d received, and the sight of his hand shuttling up and down made me want to come right then and there.

“Oh god,” Ronnie gasped as my tongue dashed furiously back and forth over her clit, my hands cradling the full swell of her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “That’s so fucking good!”

“Are you close?” TJ ‘s hand moved faster between his legs. “You want to come, baby?”

She moaned, rubbing her whole face against my pussy now, her cheeks, her chin. I gasped, rising up to meet her.

“Janie!” she cried, her thighs trembling, her nipples like pebbles under my fingers. “Oh fuck! Janie! Janie!”

I would have said yes or fuck yes or come for me but I couldn’t say a word as she cried out and came in my mouth, her whole pussy spasming, her clit throbbing against the full rush of my tongue. I continued to lick and lick and lick her, my tongue sliding between the soft folds of her flesh, lapping over the puffy outer lips of her cunt.

“Little Janie wants to come, too,” TJ murmured and I moaned when Ronnie turned her full attention back between my thighs, using both her fingers and tongue this time.

My whole body sang with pleasure and still I wanted more. My attention shifted to TJ’s cock, fat and firm again in his fist, and I reached over as far as I could, scratching his balls with my fingernails. He groaned, shifting further down on the bed to give me more access, letting me grasp him firmly in my hand, tugging.

“Greedy girl,” TJ gasped. “You want that cock?”

I nodded, eager. “Let me suck you.”

He nudged Ronnie and she moved off me, settling herself down fully between my thighs, her dark eyes bright as she looked up at me over my mound, her mouth once again anchored deliciously right there.

“Suck it, then,” TJ agreed, kneeling and feeding me his cock. I moaned as he pushed the head between my lips, accepting the thrust of it, the way he reached around and cupped my neck, giving him leverage. “Oh baby, yeah. God your mouth…”

I just sucked him, trying not to come, trying so hard with Ronnie’s fingers fucking me deep, her tongue rubbing, rubbing. I wanted it to go on and on. TJ growled and grabbed my breast, squeezing, twisting, and I gasped around the thick length of him buried deep in my throat, my hips thrusting upward.

“That’s my girl,” TJ growled, shoving his cock into my mouth, making me choke on it because he knew I loved it. “Take that fucking cock. I want you to swallow my cum, you hear me?”

I nodded, moaning, taking him again, again, working for it, wanting it.

“Oh fuck!” He squeezed my nipple, fındıkzade escort pulling, and I would have screamed with my own climax at that moment, but he was already coming, flooding my mouth with a fountain of hot white stuff. I strained upward, my whole body thundering on the bed with my own orgasm as I dutifully swallowed him, wanting more, it was never enough, never. I sucked him until he began to wilt and begged me to stop and even then, I licked the taste of him from my lips and chin.

“Our greedy girl.” TJ chuckled as he collapsed beside his wife, pulling me between them.

“Mmm, she is.” Ronnie kissed me, her lips impossibly soft. smoothing my hair away from my face. “I love it.”

“I love you.” I snuggled closer, my cheek against her breast.

“And we love you.” TJ kissed the top of my head, putting his arm across both of us.

“One big happy family.” I laughed, knowing how very strange and yet how very true it was.

I must have dozed off again—it was still very early, the sun just coming up, and it was Saturday, after all. Ronnie slept too, her cheek resting against the top of my head, but TJ had already showered and was standing in front of the full-length mirror on the back of their walk-in closet door, tying his tie, when I opened my eyes again.

“Did I sleep through the weekend?” I rubbed my eyes and yawned, stretching under the covers.

“Shhh.” TJ glanced at Ronnie, who was smiling in her sleep. “It’s just for a few hours.”

“I heard that.” Her eyes didn’t open and her words were barely intelligible but TJ sighed, understanding her perfectly.

“Sorry, babe,” he apologized, shrugging on his suit coat. “Honest, I won’t be long.”

“You always say that.” Ronnie opened her eyes to look at him and then at me. She frowned, her hand moving in my hair, petting absently. “I thought we were all going to make a day of it. We promised we’d take Beth to the Met. They’ve got Picasso on exhibit.”

“We are. We will.” TJ made a face, undoing his tie and starting again. “Besides, she’s six… she’s got plenty of time to see Picasso. She’d probably have more fun at the McDonald’s playland.”

“I would,” I mouthed, rolling my eyes, but I knew Ronnie couldn’t see me with my head tucked under her chin. TJ did though and he smirked.

“TJ, she has to know this stuff if we want to get her into Trinity—”

Oh god, not this again. Yes,Trinity was the most prestigious school in New York—and just happened to be where Beth was teaching, so it would make life much easier, I knew, in terms of scheduling—but was it really the end of the world if the kid didn’t get in? Did anyone need that much pressure in second grade?

“You know what, Ronnie?” I found way to change the subject as I cuddled up, my cheek more fully on her chest.

“Hm?” She glanced at me, momentarily distracted. That was good.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear your breasts were bigger.” I cupped one of them in my hands, teasing her nipple.

“Stop,” she snapped, pushing my hand away and reaching for the covers. I sat up on my elbow, blinking at her in surprise as she pulled the coverlet practically up to her chin.

“What?” I looked between her and TJ, not understanding the sudden temperature change in the room. “I just—”

“You’re pregnant.” TJ’s face paled, the dimple in his chin growing more prominent as his pallor changed, his eyes widening as he stared at his wife. I gaped at him, looking back at Ronnie and seeing the truth in her eyes. TJ saw it, too, staggering to the bed and sitting on the edge. He looked back at her with a dazed expression. “I thought you had that thing, that IUI thing…”

“IUD,” she corrected, hugging the covers around herself. “I do. I did.”

“Did?” His eyebrows went up.

“I had them take it out,” she explained softly. “After I got pregnant. It happens sometimes, even though it’s ninety-nine-something-percent effective. And sometimes, when they take it out, you lose the baby…”

“But…” He took a deep, shaky breath. “They took it out, and you’re still pregnant?”

She nodded and I saw her lower lip trembling. I wanted to hug her but I couldn’t move. I knew I shouldn’t be there, but there I was, and I had no idea what to do now.

TJ sighed, putting his head in his hands. “After what we went through with Beth, we said… we agreed…”

The tears Ronnie had been holding back spilled down her cheeks. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

TJ wasn’t looking, didn’t see. “How far along?”

“A little over three months.”

I touched her bare arm, rubbing lightly, gently. She glanced at me and tried to smile but didn’t quite make it.

“And you didn’t tell me?” He turned toward her, his eyes blazing.

“I was going to,” she managed, tears pooling at the hollow of her throat.

TJ saw them now and his face softened. Then he looked at me. “Janie, can you go check on Beth?”

I nodded, knowing it was just a excuse to get me out of the room, and I took it, grabbing my t-shirt off the floor and pulling it on before slipping out the door. I did check on Beth, but she was still sleeping, her thumb tucked firmly into her mouth, a habit Ronnie was trying in vain to break her of. She was definitely going to end up with braces at this rate.

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So, on to my story of seducing a “straight” woman. Let’s see…how to begin? You know that I was living in Florida for the summer with John and Mary. What you don’t know is that after that first night I had sex with one and/or both of them on a fairly regular basis. In fact, it wasn’t unusual for Mary to call me to her bedroom in the morning after John had gone to work. I would come in in my robe, strip it off, and climb naked into bed with her. Soon enough, she would be pushing my head down between her legs to bring her off.

As the summer wore on, I felt more and more comfortable being more “open” about our relationship. Within a few weeks, it was common knowledge amongst John and Mary’s friends that I was having sex with the two of them on a regular basis. It was also common knowledge that I was becoming something of a “party” girl, and that I was pretty open to having sex with whomever John and Mary asked me to. So they would have a party around the pool at their house, and I would often end up going home with one of their friends for the night.

One night, I ended up alone in the hot tub with a friend of theirs whose name was also John. I had met him a few times before this, but this was the first time we were really alone. It was pretty late (like 3:00am), and we were both pretty drunk and stoned. I was figuring he would start hitting on me, but instead we just sat and talked. Of course he quickly turned the conversation towards sex, and began asking me about my relationship with Mary. I was pretty open about it by this time, and the drugs and booze were having their effect, so I basically told him all about it in intimate detail. It turned me on to tell him (as it turns me on to tell you about it now!), and it was also turning him on, which I escort bayan topkapı knew because I was slowly rubbing his crotch with my foot as we talked.

He admitted that two women together was a huge fantasy of his, but that he didn’t think he would ever get to see it because his wife was opposed to the idea. I had also met his wife a few times, and she was certainly someone that I was attracted to. She was about 5’5″, very slender and tanned, and with a very great set of legs and a curvy little ass. She was also very pretty, with dark hair and brown eyes to match her tanned skin. So I asked him if he would mind if I tried to seduce her. Naturally, he loved the idea! We ended up going our separate ways that night (after, of course, I’d blown him on the edge of the hot tub!), and I started working my devious little mind on ways to seduce this woman.

My first tactic was to start paying a lot more attention to her. Whenever we were someplace where she was, I made it a point to go over to her and say hi. I’d always compliment her on what she was wearing (which was easy – she always looked good!), and try as much as possible to be in contact with her physically. I’d hug her on greeting, and if we shook hands or something I’d always make sure to let my hands linger longer than was necessary. Also, I’d constantly make eye contact with her from afar. When she caught me, I’d give her a little smile and look away, but I’d start looking back at her again soon.

I would also try to find excuses to go over to her house. If she mentioned a book that she had heard about, I’d pick it up while shopping and then drop in unannounced to give it to her. If I knew she was going to the club to work out, I’d try to be there at the same time. If beykent escort I knew she was coming to John and Mary’s house in the middle of the day for some reason, I made sure I was wearing my skimpiest bikini. In short, I was putting the full court press on.

And to be honest, I really don’t think it was having much effect on her. Yes, she was very warm and friendly with me, and occasionally I would catch her looking at me, but I don’t think the sexual urges were building in her like they were with me. But every time I was ready to give up, John would talk to me and tell me it was working. He said Jill (I guess I should have mentioned her name by now!) talked about me all the time, and that their sex life was growing hotter because she would talk about the relationship between Mary and me when the two of them made love. So I pressed on.

Slowly, my campaign started to work. One night the two of them gave me a ride home after we had all been out to dinner. I had thought it had been another fruitless night, but when I got out of the car, instead of the usual hug and peck on the cheek from Jill, she gave me a very light kiss on the lips. John teased us that that was no way to kiss, so we looked at each other and came together again for about a 5 second, open-mouthed, tongues intertwining kiss. I was turned on immediately, but Jill laughed things off and told John to take her home.

The next day, John called me and told me that the two of them had had fantastic sex, and that Jill was going on and on about me and how wild it had been to kiss me. I told John that if he wanted to participate, he better leave work early that day, because I was on my way to his house as soon as we hung up. I put a light sundress over ortaköy escort my bikini, and drove over to their house. When I got there, Jill opened the door and let me in. She asked me what I was doing there, and I started to make up some excuse about just being in the neighborhood, but then I stopped myself and told her the real reason I was there was that I wanted to talk about last night. She started to laugh off our kiss again, but I walked up next to her and, deliberately rubbing my breasts into her arm, asked her if she hadn’t enjoyed it. She admitted that she had.and I asked her if she wanted to do it again. To my surprise, she turned, took me in her arms, and started kissing me deeply on the lips.

At that point, all of her defenses crumbled. Her hands went to my breasts, as my own hands played over her ass and ran up and down her sides. I pulled her tank top over her head, and sat her down on their couch as I kneeled in front of her and began sucking on her round, 36B breasts. Soon enough, I was pulling her shorts down her legs, and burying my tongue in her soaking wet pussy. By now I had gotten pretty good at this, and I brought her to a huge orgasm in about 2 minutes. As she lay their recovering and telling me how long she had been fantasizing about that, John came home.

She told me she wanted to return the favor, and now it was my turn to lay back and let her tongue me. John was rock hard, and immediately moved to bring his cock to my mouth. I was so hot that this was all I wanted, and sucked his hard shaft for all I was worth. As he erupted into my mouth, I was erupting into Jill’s.

After that afternoon and evening, I became a regular lover of Jill’s. Not as often as with Mary, but when the two of us hooked up it was always very explosive. She turned out to love licking pussy almost as much as I did, and I remember more than one night when she wouldn’t want to be with me because she was taking home a woman she had “picked up” at a nightclub.

Well, that’s about all of the story I’m good for right now. I hope you liked it!

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This is my story of how I got to a really good place. My name is Brandi. I’m 20 years old, and I am a very hot girl. No lie. I have D tits and a smoking hot ass and I drive both boys and girls completely wild.

That’s right. I like boys and girls both. I’m bi. So get over it.

Another thing I like to do is dress up in short skirts and see-through tops, and go without my bra and try to drive older guys and older women out of their minds with want. When I just shake my little ass or cross my nice long legs in front of them, or when my nipples get hard, they just can’t take their eyes off me and they can’t think straight. It gets me wet, and I love it!

I get lots of boys and girls. And when I do get them, I just love it when they take charge, and punish me for being a bad girl, and make me go down on them. I love sucking dick and I love eating girls. I like the smell. I like the taste. I like how it drives them wild, and I love it when they come all over me.

So let me tall you how all this got started. My best friend since kindergarten is a cute little girl (my age, we’re both 19) named Cassie. We’ve been hanging together and doing everything together since we were both five. We started playing with toys when we were teenagers.

Sex started early for me with guys. It was rough sometimes, and it wasn’t always fun. Sometimes when you let somebody take charge and they don’t know what they’re doing, they don’t always do good. But I survived. Then I turned 18.

Cassie turned 18 six months before me, She threw a surprise party for me and it was great! All my friends from the neighborhood were there. We laughed and had fun, but by two in the morning, everyone was gone except Cassie.

She’s a little pale girl with dark short hair and her smile melts me. She’s just so cute! so she looks me right in the eye and just smiles at me. She comes on over to me and gives me a kiss, and her mouth opens up and it’s a real kiss, and she kisses me better than any guy ever has.

It just got me so wet! What could I do? I kissed her back. She starts grabbing my ass and I start grabbing her ass, and we’re just making out like crazy. I couldn’t stand it any more. She was wearing this cute black little cocktail dress and I ripped it right off her.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I took my hand and put it on her pussy and she was just as wet as I was. I had enough. I pulled us both to the floor and started rolling around with her. She unbuttoned my blouse and attacked my tits. She grabbed one of my nipples and sucked for dear life. It was so hot! Then she sucked on the other one. She pulled my skirt and panties off me at once.

Then she dove into my pussy. I could feel her licking up and down my slit. She stuck her tongue inside me and I just about fainted. Then she licked up and took my clit between her teeth, and just started flicking it with her tongue. She put one of her hands up and started playing with my tits. I couldn’t stand it and so I came all over her face. I saw stars. It was so good.

But she didn’t stop. She kept right at it ’til I came again. And then she went for three. My God it was good. The she flipped herself around and put her pussy square on my face. Wow! I just give her what she gave me. When I got her clit in my mouth she started to squirm. I licked my tongue all around her clit, the I stuck two fingers inside her pussy. I felt a spongey little spot and then she really started to squirm.

When she came the first time, she screamed and mashed her pussy down on my face. I couldn’t really breathe, but I didn’t mind a bit. It just felt so good to make her come. And she kept coming for a while, so I kept doing what I was doing and just drove her nuts. She came again, and then again, and then again.

After she had enough, she just twisted herself around and laid on top of me, face to face. She gave me that smile again. I can’t resist it! We kissed again, a good long time. “Oh Honey! You were great!” she said.

“I didn’t even know I was gay,” I told her.

“We’re not,” she said back. “We’re both bisexual. I’ve been reading about this. I like guys, too. And I know how much you like guys. And now I know you like girls, or at least this girl.”

And then she hits me with her smile again. I’ll do anything she wants when she hits me with that smile. “Yeah, you got me,” I said. “I didn’t even know!

“But that was fun! I’m glad I’m bi. That means I can play with you again and again. Besides you eat pussy better than any guy, and most of those guys won’t even eat pussy!”

“You eat pussy pretty good yourself,” she said. “What was that little trick you did? It was wild. You sure you never done this before?”

“I’m just a girl who’s good at what I do,” I said back, and we both laughed hard and squeezed each other. So that’s how Cassie and I started seeing each other. She’s the best.

We didn’t crowd each other, though. She was still seeing guys and girls and I was still seeing guys. Two days later I hooked up with Jack, who’s escort bayan etiler kind of like my boyfriend. Jack and me didn’t crowd each other either.

We were at his apartment. We had dinner and drank a little wine. He’s a mean cook. He works in a restaurant. When we got a little tipsy we moved to the bedroom and he pushed me down on the bed just the way I like. I get so wet when he does that!

Then he just pulled his dick out of his pants and shoved it in my face. He’s got a nice big dick but I just opened my mouth and took it all in. I know how to deep throat. It feels so good to have a nice big dick stuffed in my mouth!

So I started moving my head up and down on his dick. I swirled my tongue all around the head and he let out a groan. I started buzzing on him with my lips and he started squirming and groaning some more. It felt so good! I poked my tongue right on that little sensitive spot right under the head and he started go to wild. He sure didn’t tell me to stop!

It didn’t take too much of this and then he said, “Oh my God, I’m coming! I’m coming!” and just like that his dick started squirting, and he started pounding that great goopy stuff into me, and I swallowed every drop. Usually I like to get it on me, but right then I still had my top on, so I just swallowed.

Right after that I just started jacking him. It didn’t take long to get him hard. Didn’t I tell you? I’m hot! This time I took off my top. It was a cute little see-through black number. I know how to get Jack going! He just pushed me back on the bed. He reached down and pulled my short little white skirt right off me. He pulled my panties off with it.

Then he just jumped on the bed between my legs and pushed it into me. He started pumping hard and fast and I could see that great big dick going in and out of me. It was so hot! I bucked my hips to make it feel even better and put my hand down there to play with my clit. I used my other hand to play with my tits.

He bent down and kissed me. He’s not as good a kisser as Cassie, but he’s pretty hot. So my tongue’s tangled in his, and his dick’s pumping in and out of my pussy, and I’m playing with my clit and my titties, and just then I start to come! My pussy spasms all over his dick and he pumps another load right into me. It feels so hot! It’s just warm and squishy and good!

Then he collapses on top of me. We kiss for a while. Then we scooch up to the top of the bed and just fall asleep. Jack is fun. He pissed me off later, but we’ll get to that.

I forgot to tell you. I graduated high school when I was 17 and started right up to college. College is pretty easy really, and so I have way too much time to play. I’ve got a job, too. I clean people’s houses for a living. I’m good at it and it’s pretty good money, too. But I still have too much time to play.

I came to live with my uncle when I graduated because he lives closer to where I go to school. He’s always got different women running in and out of there. He’s kind of wild.

Well one day he comes up to me and tells me, “Brandi, I’ve got a new housecleaning job for you.”

“Really?” I said. “Where?”

“It’s at my buddy’s place. It’s about half a mile from here. I think it’ll be pretty easy. Are you game?”

“Yeah. Sure. Why not? I can always use some easy money.”

So we set it up for that Wednesday. Right after class Wednesday I went over there. When I got to his door toting all my cleaning stuff, I was dressed in a little red top that shows my belly button, and a pair of shorts that weren’t as short as what I wear when I’m having fun. My uncle’s friend opened the door when I rang the bell, and he was real big and good looking.

He had a tank top and jeans on, and he was ripped! “you must be Brandi,” he said.

“Yep. Sure am,” I said back. He stepped back to let me in, and I saw his house looked pretty neat and clean. “Why’s he need me?” I thought.

As soon as he shut the front door, he turned and said to me, “My name is Gary and your uncle’s told me a lot about you. You know, you look a little beat. School a little tough today?”

“No. Not really,” I admitted. “But I had to hustle kind of hard to get changed and get over here after my last class.”

“Sounds like you could use a drink,” he said, and smiled. “Why don’t you drop your cleaning supplies right over there?” He pointed to a spot in the hallway right by the door. “And come into the kitchen with me. I’ll fix you a drink.”

He led me into a nice kitchen with real tile floors and great cabinets. He sat me down at the kitchen table and said, “You ever had a martini?”

“No,” I said. “Not really.”

“Well there’s always a time to start,” he said with a little grin. He had a nice smile. So he went to the icebox, and pulled out a bottle of gin. He took a metal shaker and put a bunch of ice in it. Then he poured the gin, Tank I think it was into the shaker. The he took a bottle of something from the counter, vermouth he said it was, and poured a little bebek escort of that in. He put the cap on and shook it. “Shaken, not stirred. Just like James Bond says. The martini is the drink of kings, you know,” he said with a grin.

He went back the fridge and grabbed a bowl of olives. He went into a cabinet and got out two martini glasses. He poured some into my glass and then some into his glass, and then he put a couple of olives into each one. “Enjoy,” he said. And we each drank some.

Wow! This was good. I drank a little more, and a little more, and it wasn’t too long before I asked for another one. He started telling me about his job as a national sales rep for a chemical company and about all the crazy people he meets when he’s on the road, and how he didn’t ever really settle down with a woman because he’s on the road all the time.

He seemed like kind of a neat guy. I was feeling pretty good. I chattered on about all the silly boys in school and about my classes and I was feeling pretty good. Gary just started looking better and better. I was laughing a lot.

After I got done with the second drink he said, “Do you want to come upstairs and see the rest of the house?”

“Sure,” I said. That’d be fun.” When I got up I noticed I was a little bit woozy. So he had me grab onto his arm to help me. It felt good being next to him, and I was getting kind of wet. So he helped me upstairs and turned me to my left and showed me a great big bedroom with the biggest king-size bed. “Wow! That would be fun to sleep on,” I thought. “Might be fun for other things, too!”

So Gary took me over to the bed. He said, “This is the master bedroom, where I sleep when I’m in town.” I just leaned over in to him. His body felt so good. Then he turned me around kind of rough-like, and he said, “I’ve go something in mind. Do you want to help me out ‘lil Brandi?”

It was pretty clear what he wanted. I could smell his dick. Then he pushed me down on the bed and said, “Take off your clothes.” He didn’t say it real nice. It was an order. I know some girls wouldn’t like this, but I like a guy who bosses m e around. I just got wetter and wetter. I think he could smell me, too. I wiggled out of my clothes and screamed out, “Come get me, Mr. Gary. Come get me now!”

He didn’t wait. He jumped on top of me and started pawing at me and kissing me. It wasn’t gentle but it sure was fun. He pushed his dick right into me. It wasn’t super big, but he really did know how to use it. He just pumped and pumped in me. I started playing with my clit. I could see this was turning him on, so I said, “Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Come on! Give it to me!”

I started squirming my hips around his dick when I said this, and he just lost it and came, great big gobs, inside of me. I kept humping and humping his dick as he came. He let out a yell and collapsed right next to me.

So I started jacking his dick, and it didn’t take long before he was hard again. So he rolled back on top of me and we did it again. This time I came right along with him. “You are so fuckin’ hot, Mr. Gary!” I yelled. He did it two more times and I came two more times.

Then he said, “I want to fuck your ass.”

I felt so good, I said, “Yes. Do it.” So he got me on all fours, and he got a bottle of lube and poured a bunch of it over my asshole. Then he took his finger and shoved a bunch of the stuff inside. After that he started working his dick in. He shoved it in slowly so it didn’t really hurt, but it started feeling really good in a different sort of way.

It was good his dick wasn’t too awful big. I think if it was, he would’ve split me right open. Instead it felt just right. It felt different from being fucked in my pussy. It made me feel real submissive and sort of peaceful.

So once he had it all the way in he started moving it in and out, and that felt real good, too. Then I got a surprise. He reached around with one hand and started playing with my clit. Oh that was hot! “I thought to myself, “Mr. Gary, you could teach those young boys I date a thing or two, couldn’t you?”

I started wiggling and squirming and bucking against him kind of hard and his dick bobbed up and down in my ass, and still made me feel kind of submissive and peaceful. But with Gary rubbing my clit, it wasn’t long before I came and came hard. That did it for him and he shot his load right in my ass. It felt icky and really naughty and good.

After that he rolled right off of me, and it wasn’t two minutes before he was snoring really loud. I waited a little while. Then I gave him a quick little kiss, and grabbed my clothes. I dressed when I got downstairs, and went to grab my case of cleaning supplies.

There was an envelope on top. I opened it up and in it was $300 cash. I thought for a minute about leaving it behind, but I didn’t think very long. I took the money with me when I left. I kept going back there whenever Gary was in town for five or six months. He really was pretty hot and he sure fucked the shit out of fulya escort me. and every time there was $300 cash.

My uncle was waiting in the living room when I got home. “How was it?” He asked. “Was everything OK?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Was fine.” Well the very next week, he set me up with another guy for some housecleaning, but the only thing that got cleaned at that guy’s house was his dick when I sucked it dry three times! After about a month I had four or five guys I was going around to, and every time I would get $300.

My uncle never took a cent of it. He would always bug me to tell him how it went, and tell him what I did and all. Once or twice I did and I could tell it was making him really, really hot.

I might have just the girl for him! In the fall I made friends with a tall, pretty girl named Molly who was an RA in one of the dorms on campus. Well one weekend, we both got a couple of drinks in us. I was wearing this sexy peasant blouse that shows off my tits really nice. I didn’t have a bra on either.

Well she started looking at me all wanting-like, and I knew where it was going. Every time I went to the potty I would sashay my little ass just where she could see it the best. My nipples were getting hard, too. So she says, “Want to come to my room for another drink?”

I said, “OK.” And so that’s where we went. Molly was a tiger! We got the door closed. Right away, she told me, “Take off your clothes!” As soon as I was naked, she pushed me down on my knees. She said, “I know all about you, Brandi. I know how you’re always going off with those big ugly guys, and I know it’s ’cause you like dick. You like to have your pussy full, don’t you?”

This was so hot, and I was getting so wet. I just love it when someone takes charge of me like that! So she says, “You don’t need dick! After you see what I’ve got, you’ll never need dick again!” she took off her shirt and didn’t have bra on. Her tits weren’t big, but they sure did look nice. Then she pulled her slacks off her and out pops this great big plastic dick.

That dildo must have been 10 inches long! And she’d been packing that thing the whole time we were out at the bar. Wow! “Well what are you waiting for, girl?” she snarled. “Suck it!” She grabbed my hair and pulled my face right into the thing, so I did what I was told and sucked it. She shoved it back in my throat and I deep throated the thing.

I pressed down my lips on it and shoved it back against her clit while I was sucking. She started breathing hard and moaning. “You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?” she said. But she didn’t stop me. After a few minutes of this she started squirming and it wasn’t long before she shouted out, “I’m gonna come, Dammit!” I looked up at her as her body started flapping around and her eyes were rolled back up in her head.

When she came out of it, I was still kneeling there with that plastic dick in my mouth, and I was so wet. I wanted her so bad! She grabbed me by the hair and turned me around to I was on all fours with my ass facing her. She grabbed my hips, and started forcing that big black plastic thing inside me!

I hurt like crazy but it felt so good at the same time. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you?” she said. “you’re my dirty little as slut!”

“Yes I am!” I yelled. “I’m your dirty little ass-whore!” with another shove, she got it all in, and then, on my God, I didn’t come, but I saw stars anyway. She started moving the thing around in me, and it was so big I started to feel it in my pussy! I squirmed and wiggled and wiggled and squirmed. I squirmed harder and harder, and then I just squirt-came right on her floor.

After that I just lost it, and fell belly first right into the puddle. Molly just stood there looking at me with a silly grin on her face. Then she walked over, grabbed my clothes and tossed them to me. “Get dressed and get on out of here dirty girl,” she said. I must’ve looked a little hurt or something ’cause then she said, “I’ll give you a call pretty son so we can do this again.” She did, too. That girl could fuck some mean ass. She made my butt sore sometime, but it was always really good!

Speaking of getting rough with girls, I’ve got this friend named Maxie. Maxie’s nice enough looking, but a little bit heavyset; strong more than fat. She’s really a bull dyke. You know the type. Loud, tons of opinions. She’s a big gay rights gal. And she’s just the nicest person to be around. I got stuck in a dark alley somewhere, I’d sure like to have Maxie right there with me.

She mostly likes little femme girls, and she doesn’t have any trouble getting them, either. She knows how to make them laugh, and when she has to, she’ll take care of them just like she’s their mom.

She makes me laugh, too. I’m not really femme. I’m kind of big and strong and can take care of myself, but you know me, when she gets al bossy-like, I just melt. I sass her back just enough to get her going.

So one night me and Maxie and a crew are at a bar on campus. We had a little bit too much to drink. I was wearing this little yellow sundress with nothing on underneath and I started pinching my nipples when no one but her was looking, and rubbing up against her, and telling her how bad ass she is, and I could see she was getting worked up.

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Double Penetration

My wife and I had enjoyed a normal sex life throughout the early years of our marriage. While sex did take a back seat to the normal family problems of raising a family we had enjoyed many erotic evenings together, albeit mostly on Friday nights.

After our kids had moved on to their own lives we suddenly had more time for each other resulting in many more erotic evenings in the sack. Part of that process of improvement was our newfound ability to confide in each other about erotic thoughts long kept secret. These verbal exchanges almost always occurred while we were in foreplay mode in bed.

We had both had lovers before we met, and we discovered that talking about those experiences raised the passion and intensity of our own lovemaking. I doubt that we could have had these discussions earlier in life. We soon moved on to the next level and confessed our sexual interest in certain friends and acquaintances. The devil is in the detail and we did get very detailed about those fantasy encounters. It was fun and pleasurable to kid and excite each other with talk of what we would do with this or that person. This talk was always confined to the bedroom.

As we teased and fucked over a period of time we began to fantasize about seeing each other get laid, a powerful aphrodisiac that produced some wild erotic nights together. But it remained a fantasy and out on the periphery of our normal thoughts and discussions. And then Mary Ellen entered our life.

Mary Ellen was our neighbor. She and her husband Doug were about ten years younger than Marg and I. She was a very plain looking lady with a big set of tits, her one outstanding feature. Doug was a tall good-looking man. They were good neighbors although our relationship had been restricted to talking over the back yard fence.

One late evening I happened to go to our bedroom for some reason and noticed a light on next door and took a peek. The drapes were open in the neighbor’s window and Mary Ellen was getting ready for bed; her bare breasts were dangling in front of her as she bent to pick something from the floor. Our bedroom was about six feet higher than theirs and only about twenty feet separated our windows so I had an excellent view. My bedroom lights were off so I lingered a while.

She did have great tits; nice and firm because of her relatively young age and not having had children. The aureoles were large and pink and the nipples looked as if they were bursting. She was one of those few people of either sex who looked a lot better naked than clothed.

I didn’t even mention it to Marg, as it seemed just an incident where Mary Ellen had forgotten to close the curtains.

A few days later and quite by accident, I was back in the bedroom again at about the same time of evening and noticed their lights on once more. And sure enough there was Mary Ellen going through her drill. I watched her big white tits tumble out as she released her bra hooks. She caressed them briefly before bending to slip off her panties exposing a large triangular reddish bush, untrimmed. She held her panties up and sniffed them and then sat on the end of the bed to apply some body crème to her arms and legs. My appreciation of the view was demonstrated by a sudden full erection.

I suppose I was feeling a little guilty about peeping, and once again did not tell Marg. Until one night while we were in foreplay mode I wondered aloud what it would be like to fuck Mary Ellen. I further mentioned her tits and how I would love to give her a ‘titty fuck’.

This comment aroused Marg and she moved my cock between her legs as we lay side by side. “Mary Ellen sometimes comes over during the day to try on my clothes. She claims that she likes my taste in clothes. And yes, she does have nice breasts. I get a good look at them when she strips to bra and panties.” A pause and then, “She turns me on.”

My cock stiffened and I began to probe her slit, seeking to enter her. My voice shook, “Ah baby, have you touched her? Do you think she is hot for you? God, you must want to feel those big tits.”

Our excitement was building as Marg whispered, “Sometimes I stand behind her and slide my hands along her sides and hips to check the fit of the dress. I brush the swell of her breasts and Mary Ellen closes her eyes and groans. I think that she wants me to feel them.”

We both lost it then. I rolled her to her back and rammed my cock up her and we fucked until we got off.

Mary Ellen and Marg were obviously both thinking of some sort of liaison; but neither really knew how to take the next step. She asked on one occasion if she could try on Marg’s panties. Marg thought it a little odd but shrugged and went to her dresser drawer to retrieve a pair. Mary Ellen said in a strangled voice, “No Marg, I want to try on the panties that you’re wearing.”

Marg said that she almost creamed herself at the idea. She pulled her panties off and watched Mary Ellen put them on and pull them tight against her pussy. They carried on as şişli escort if it was no big deal and Mary Ellen put on the dress for the day and stood in front of the mirror.

Marg moved behind her and slipped her hands up along the sides as if checking the fit. She let her tits rub against Mary Ellen’s back. She told me, “I wanted to feel her, we were both obviously pumped up and I know that she wanted me to hold them. But I didn’t. Damn it.”

After a few minutes of posing in front of the mirror, Mary Ellen removed the dress and put the panties back on the dresser top. Marg said, “I was so frigging horny. I have never really thought about sex with a woman, but it is really in my mind now. I went back to the bedroom after she left and pulled those panties back on tight. I imagined that I could feel the wetness from Mary Ellen’s pussy and I fingered myself off.”

We were both turned on as she related the story, as each tale about Mary Ellen seemed to increase the intensity of our sex.

I was not at that window every night but only because I was traveling a lot during that period. But when I did return at the appointed hour, Mary Ellen was always doing her thing. I was certain that Mary Ellen knew she was being watched, but now I was wondering whether her target was Marg or I!

On one particular night Mary Ellen was sitting on her bed with her legs spread while applying some sort of lotion on her tits. I was stroking my cock slowly, imagining what it would feel like to put it in under that big red bush.

Suddenly a pair of warm hands came around me from behind and found my cock. My wife’s bare tits were pressed against my back. She said, “So you have been catching the show as well.” She stroked my cock as Mary Ellen stretched to pull a nightie over her nakedness and disappeared from our view. I pushed my wife to her back on the bed and mounted her for another wild session. Just about the time we had switched to the short strokes, I murmured the words, “Maybe a threesome baby?”

A few nights later, we were both at the window and Mary Ellen was taking even longer to perform the simple duty of getting ready for bed. Suddenly, her husband Doug appeared from the bathroom where he had obviously been showering. He was totally naked as well.

Marg expelled her breath in a gasp as he turned towards the window. “What a rope,” she exclaimed and she was right. He was not erect and his cock was swinging as he finished toweling down. It was very impressive and I suspect that my wife was having visions of that big cock prying around in her pussy. We thought we might be about to witness a sex show, but Doug put on his pajamas and shut the lights.

This event fuelled another level of discussion the next time we were in bed and at it again. I asked Marg if she fantasized about fucking Doug now that she had seen him naked. This made her squirm a bit and uncertain how to respond. I put my cock into her and started fucking and whispered in her ear, “Hmmm baby, why not pretend it is Doug fucking you right now, that big boomerang of a cock splitting your slit, deeper than you have ever had it.” She really lost it and she had a hip shaking orgasm, and almost squeezed my cock off as she come.

The next morning at breakfast she wanted to know how serious I was about us trying a switch with Mary Ellen and Doug. It was brave of her to inquire at such a time instead of while we were in the throes of sex. I said, “Lover, we’re both ready to try something new and they would be a good fit. We are attracted to each of them. But of course we are not sure about their level of their interest in us. So far it has been just you and I peeking at Mary Ellen.”

Marg said, “Oh, I’m pretty sure that they are interested, Mary Ellen and I have had some pretty intimate discussions. And I know that she is curious about what you’re like in bed. I just wanted to be sure that things would be alright with you if something suddenly develops.”

I took her hand and looked straight into her eyes and said, “Sweetheart it would be just fine with me.”

I had to leave town on business for a week and when I returned we were both very horny. We headed for the bedroom within minutes of my arrival. I had just slid my cock into her; God is there anything possibly better in this world than that first stroke in a hot hungry pussy; and I asked “Did you and Mary Ellen try on clothes while I was away?”

She hesitated and I knew right then that “something” had happened and that she was nervous about telling me. I coaxed her, “Baby tell me what happened; I am good with it and you know it will excite me.”

She pulled me down on her more tightly, her knees pressing on my hips. Her face was in my neck and she whispered, “I let Doug fuck me.” She continued to hold me tight to her.

What a sudden flash of reality! I admit that it really jolted me. I didn’t pull my cock out of her, but I did stop stroking. Then I relaxed, pulled her close and started to slowly fuck her again. I said, gecelik escort “Wow babe was it good? You have to tell me all about it; everything about it.”

I could feel her relax and her breathing came back to normal. It must have been tough to come out with it like that, but she is a very up front woman who cannot hide things for very long.

Finally she said “Mary Ellen and I met again the day after you left. No dress tryouts that day, we just talked. Besides, she has tried just about everything I own right down to my panties.

We discussed sex and more to the point, changing partners. I admitted that we had been talking about it during sex. She took in her breath and said, ‘so have Doug and I. In fact we have taken some of the first steps’. She paused, nervous about this talk I guess, and said, ‘Doug brings a friend of his out to our cottage for a threesome. He likes seeing another man in me. And I like it too. He wants to find a couple to swap with’.

She did not ask me if we would be interested. But I took it as an invitation.”

I felt her relax and knew that she was dying to tell me more. I pulled her to face me side to side and she raised her leg over my hip; this was a common chat position for us. I pushed my cock back in and continued a slow fuck. I wanted to hear how she had ended up with Doug in her.

Mary Ellen had called her over for tea the next afternoon. She was wearing a light robe tied loosely at the waist. Her tits were swinging around under the robe with occasional glimpses of her nipples adding to the attraction. As she moved, she would casually allow the robe to part and reveal flashes of her legs and inner white thighs.

When Marg had previously fantasized about having sex with her, she had imagined that she, Marg, would be the aggressor. She suddenly found the courage to act on her instincts and moved in front of Mary Ellen and pushed her robe open. She had seen Mary Ellen naked before but it was more exciting this time as the stage had been set for something more. Marg rubbed the palm of her hands lightly on Mary Ellen’s nipples.

“My knees were weak and shaking; but I had the feeling that I could pretty much do whatever I wished with her, she seemed that permissive. She moved close up to me and put her hands on my hips and we kissed softly. I have never kissed a woman in that sort of erotic setting before and it was quite sweet and gentle.”

Mary Ellen dropped her robe to the floor and turned and walked to the bedroom with Marg following behind. She began to remove her own clothes as Mary Ellen lay down on her back on the bed.

“I was still very nervous but my confidence grew as Mary Ellen watched me strip. I had only allowed her glimpses of my body before, and her excitement was obvious as I bared myself in front of her. My nipples and pussy were aching.”

“I was still not completely certain what would happen, but actually it all seemed quite straightforward once I was beside her in bed. First the breasts touching, a soft kiss, and then our knees slipped up between each other’s legs and we were rubbing our pussies on each other’s thighs. She turned halfway to her side with me over her slightly and we felt and kissed and rubbed. It was all very erotic.”

I was terribly aroused by her story and had to control my urge to get off. I wanted to hear the entire tale with my cock still in her. My strokes were coming more quickly despite my efforts to slow-fuck and I whispered, “Ah baby, god, were you thinking of pussy yet? Were you thinking of eating her or her eating you?”

“No, not really, at this point I was fascinated with the feel of her tits on mine and feeling her pussy on my thigh. I pulled back a bit and lifted one of her tits up and sucked my first nipple.”

I groaned as I almost lost it again at the thought of my wife in that position, naked with another woman and tasting the nipple that I myself had fantasized sucking.

“Mary Ellen’s nipple hardened when I first licked it. I inhaled it into my mouth; sucking it the way I like mine to be sucked. By this time the pussy rubbing was getting frantic and I could feel and hear Mary Ellen’s wet cunt lapping my thigh.”

“She indicated that she wanted to taste my tits so I pulled off hers and gave her room to move down onto mine. Oh God it felt good, lips other than yours on my nipple. I almost got off and began to rub my pussy harder on Mary Ellen’s thigh. I closed my eyes and lay back to enjoy this new experience and was preparing to get off this way; my nipple being sucked and the feel of my pussy rubbing on a soft leg. I began to wonder how I could rub my pussy lips on hers while in that position.

But just as I was sinking into that beautiful abyss there was a knock on the bedroom door. I lifted up quickly and looked franticly at Mary Ellen who smiled and told me to relax; that it was Doug and why not let him come in.

She said, “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.”

“I taksim escort lay back and nodded okay and she told him to come in. He was wearing a robe and a big smile as he sat beside Mary Ellen on the bed. She rolled back a bit and he bent and kissed her. His fingers found her nipple and he asked me if I liked her tits and I said that of course I did and that they were beautiful. He pulled her leg away from between mine spreading her naked. He slipped his hand up her thigh and his fingers sorted through the thick red bush, and then along her slit.”

“I was almost breathless at the erotic scene being played out beside me and was ready for anything that might happen. He must have sensed this because he reached over Mary Ellen and his fingers found my nipple and he began rolling and pulling at it. My God, my senses were alive and I could feel my pussy clenching with the arousal of my nipples. He bent and sucked my nipple quickly. When I did not pull back his hand slipped down to my pussy and slid along the already slick slit. He told me that I had a beautiful pussy, he loved the feel of my wetness and that he had wanted to fuck me for a long time.”

“I rolled to my back and let my legs spread in invitation. He stood up and dropped his robe; his massive cock was fully erect and standing up along his belly. Mary Ellen was closest to it and her hand reached out for it. He said that he wanted to fuck both of us and I guess as he said that I must have moaned and spread more because he quickly came around the bed to my side and crawled up over top of me. His tall body seemed to dominate me but all I could look at was that big cock with a purple knob hovering down over my pussy.”

“He knelt between my legs and moved the knob to my crotch. I used my hand to first grasp it, ah god it was huge my love, and then I rubbed it in my wet slit. I was apprehensive but oh how I wanted to feel it go in me. He told me that my cunt felt so good. He leaned out over top of me, up on his extended arms so that we all could watch him enter me.

Mary Ellen reached over and began to play with my tits. He was quite gentle but very firm in signaling that he was going to fuck me and there would be no turning back. I relaxed my pussy a little and his knob popped inside me, and I quickly tightened on it. He knob fucked me for a minute or so and then pushed more into me. I exclaimed because it hurt a little, but in a delicious way.”

By this point in Marg’s story I was almost frantic from a combination of an aroused mind and a cock about ready to dump its load. But at that moment in time I wanted to hear that Marg had been fucked. I said, “Hold still a minute baby, I am almost coming, let me get control.”

Marg was quiet with both her body and her story and waited until I had eased off. Then she resumed her tale. “He did not try to ram it into me. He just told me to take it as slow as I wanted; that he would let me do it all. I relaxed and began moving back and forth on his cock, taking a little more in with each move. I was stretched but it felt so damn good, I just kept going for more. All the time he is telling me how beautiful I am and how good my cunt felt and how he wants to get me off, and how hard he was going to fuck me. I was whimpering in contentment and agonizing sweet pain.”

I lost it about then. Marg had to stop talking as I went into convulsions, my body jerking and twisting as I tried to bury as deep into her as I could to get off. Finally I collapsed on her, my breathing slowing but my cock still squirming inside of her; both of us enjoying those last delicious strokes. And then she continued.

“All I could feel was his cock working its way into my pussy. I spread as wide as I could to allow it all in, I wanted it all. Soon he was able to fuck me with most of it. He kept talking to me; telling me how good I felt; how beautiful I was and how he was going to make me come. Soon he had it all in and he leaned down on me and began a steady humping. I don’t even remember getting off; I must have screamed or shouted but all I recall was this tremendous relief. He continued slipping it in and out after I come. Then he lifted off of me and I looked down as he pulled that big slimy thing out of me. He was still very erect and I was sure that he had not come and wondered why he was pulling out.”

I had rolled off of Marg during her tale, and lay on my side listening to her. She was very animated and aroused, feeling her nipples and pussy as she talked. I felt guilty about getting off while she talked and before letting her finish. I leaned over her again, snuggled my face between her tits, licking and sucking away and slipped two fingers easily into her pussy. She resumed her story again, reliving her afternoon while being finger fucked; her eyes closed and her body starting to react.

“After Doug pulled out of me, I was aware once again of Mary Ellen beside me on the bed. She had moved away from me and lay back now to watch her hubby lift off of me and move over between her spread legs. He was going to make do on his promise to fuck both of us and I realized why he had not come in me. I had no regrets. I would have liked to feel him get off in me but I had lived my fantasy and moved to my side to watch Mary Ellen get laid by her hubby.”

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While you read this, millions of lovers around the world engage in lewd, kinky sex. Wouldn’t it be nice to take a bird’s eye perspective and swoop over them to see what they are up to?

This is sound bite 6 out of 80. Some like this one are more like individual stories as there is more scorching hot stuff to tell…

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Mountain Lift

Darren squeezed his young wife’s ass as they waited in the windy loading area to be seated in one of the clanking lift cabins that took you to the top of the mountain. The couple went there every Sunday during the hot summer months to get away from the city and to give each other some quality time together. Darren especially liked when Sabrina gave him some quality time in the lift on the way up. It had started as a joke in April when Sabrina bet him she would make him cum before they reached the first cable station. She did. And ever since she’d given him the most amazing blowjobs in the little cabin, as they floated suspended on a thin wire 70 feet in the air and his ears popped from the change in elevation. Of course he would return the favor later when they would bask naked and fuck on a flat rock by a stream in some secluded spot. Darren had no doubt today would be the same as the two hopped into the little cabin.

“Hold it! Hold it!”

A hand appeared out of nowhere and blocked the doors of the lift cabin just before the automatic mechanism shut them and sent the cabin on its way up. The doors opened with a reluctant screech and a young woman entered the cabin, followed by a dark-haired yuppie type, both looking about the same age as Sabrina and Darren.

“Sorry. We did not want to wait for the next cabin.”

“It’s ok. They are really designed for four people,” Darren murmured with ill-concealed grudge. He had to admit that the girl – surely the yuppie’s girlfriend or wife, was strikingly etiler escort hot with her light sweater tied around her waist and her pair of perfect legs stretched out and almost touching his in the confined space as she sat in the seat in front of from him. The cabin gave a jolt and the loading station suddenly vanished below them and was replaced by green scenery and sun-bathed mountainsides. Sabrina gave him a sympathetic squeeze on the hand and smiled at the yuppie guy sitting across from her. His girlfriend gave him a nudge and he opened his backpack and took out a couple of large sandwich boxes.

“Charlotte made some home shortbread cookies this morning. Sweetie, you’re such a housewife! You guys might want to try some.”

“Gosh, thanks!” Sabrina quipped and reached out for a cookie.

Darren followed her example and rummaged for a cookie in the sandwich box. Inadvertently, his hand touched something in a wrapper and thinking it was some sort of candy he pulled it out of the box. It was an unused condom.

“Oh, my!” gasped the unfamiliar girl. She clasped her mouth with her hand and her face went pink.

“It’s ok, honey,” said Dan who seemed to regain himself faster, “I’m sure these folks have got one in the bag too. Though I don’t think they would pack thier cookies as inventively as you did!”

“As a matter of fact we don’t,” giggled Sabrina and nudged Darren in the ribs, “We’re trying to conceive, aren’t we?”

“Well…, ” Darren started but the hilarity of the situation overwhelmed him and he bent with laughter, finally recovering enough to sit straight and put the condom back in the sandwich box, “Sorry about that!”

The girl had calmed down somewhat and was hugging Dan the yuppie who massaged her shoulders reassuringly with one hand. Sabrina snuggled herself lovingly and gave Darren a very erotic and slightly genç escort overdone kiss. When their faces pulled apart they saw that the other pair had started making out in the opposite seat. Clearly, Charlotte and Sabrina were competing in one of those inter-couple cuddling contests for affection.

As the lift clanged by the first deserted cable station, the four lovers were absorbed with each other. Darren was leaning almost horizontally on top of Sabrina and one of his hands had crawled under her tee and was prying open the clasp of her bra. She had positioned her crotch under him so he could rub his hard bulge on her discreetly without the others noticing. But there was no need for that. Darren could hear that the shy Charlotte was already starting to moan in Dan’s arms, and the fact that her ankle occasionally came against his knee in the tight space between the seats turned him on very much.

After one additional minute or so he had exposed Sabrina’s firm tits and was massaging them vigorously while she reached down to free his cock. Charlotte’s foot was no longer rubbing against him accidentally but had started toeing up his calf, lifting up his trouser leg quite purposefully. He looked up and saw her staring at him with a dirty angel smile on her face. She was completely naked except for a tight tong, and she had already taken Dan’s penis out of his jeans and was pumping it vigorously, while he was busy trying to tear apart her tong strap with his teeth and oblivious to the action. Darren smiled at her at the same time he felt Sabrina’s fingers clasp around his cock and yank it painfully. He turned to face his wife.

“Would you rather like to fuck that one?” Sabrina asked, but there was not a hint of menace in her voice.

“No!”

“Be honest!”

“Yes!”

“Good”

Sabrina released his nişantaşı escort cock and hurled the unsuspecting Darren to the floor of the cabin. She then stepped over him and pushed down her panties, bearing on Charlotte who watched with a strange and gleeful smile on her face. Sabrina rudely shoved her out of the way and on top of Darren. She then lowered herself on the vacated seat and took Dan’s cock in her mouth. The yuppie was clearly astounded by the commotion and could only look at Sabrina, the woman he didn’t know who was giving him head, incredulously.

So did Darren from the floor. He wanted to scream in protest and scramble up to his wife but he couldn’t because he was pinned under Dan’s girlfriend and had just felt her tongue licking his balls. Before he could say anything Charlotte’s silky mouth was completely enveloping his dick shaft and he succumbed to the pleasure, while the sight of his wife Sabrina sucking a stranger’s cock fleeted in and out of his vision.

Darren’s orgasm came shortly after and was so intense he completely blanked out from what was happening around him. He came to several seconds later, just in time to catch sight of the beautiful girl spitting out his cum in the sandwich box while the yuppie Dan was shooting his load up his wife’s throat. Sabrina seemed unfazed and swallowed the stranger’s cum like she always did in the lift cabin, squeezing the head tightly to make sure she got the last drop.

She then stood next to the naked Charlotte and embraced her warmly. They giggled together and for the first time an idea crossed Darren’s mind that the two knew each other from before.

He and Dan were to find out to their disbelief that Sabrina and Dan’s fiancée were old school friends and had arranged the entire rendezvous for the single purpose of fulfilling their men’s (and theirs) fantasies of swapping partners. Once Darren and Dan were in the know, they quickly got over their shock and suspicion and took turns on each woman on a sunny patch of grass by the stream. Dan of course made sure to use the condom on Sabrina, so that she could only be inseminated by the proper authority.

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Hi, my name is Cinnamon and I’m a natural born nymphomaniac. In my younger years, I felt real bad about it all. Being a female who isn’t ashamed of her sexuality was like a bad thing. Of course, if a male openly made it known he was stickin anything that moved, he was the man. If I used men for my sexual pleasure, I’m a hoe. Fucked up huh? I finally had to come to grips with who I am, and what I like, sex. And I didn’t care who knew.

When I was younger, I experimented a lot. I was most of the boys in my neighborhood’s first. As I got older, I used sex as a weapon, cause I knew it can get you just about anywhere, get you anything. Now, at the age of twenty nine, it’s all for my pleasure. I have a high sexual appetite, and I’m not afraid to please it anymore. If you’re looking good to me, then I’m going for the opportunity. Anyone who comes in contact with me better watch out, cause you just might get fucked. Here’s just a day of what I can be capable of. Many might say it’s a damn shame I do the things I do. Women may think I’m the ultimate hoe, along with some men that pray for the day we meet. But in the end, they all wish they could have that sexual freedom just like me….

I wake up around five am. My pussy is wet and throbbing. Jason called and wanted to come spend the night, but I turned him down cause I was expecting Mark, whose plane got delayed, so I was left high and dry the whole night. I get out my vibrator and lay across my bed. My curtains are open as usual. I love the thought of someone passing by and catching a peek of me. I spread my pussy lips and insert my ten incher. I work my clit while working my pussy slow. I take my vibrator out and lick my juices off and reinsert it. Mmmm, I love the feeling of cumming. My body shakes and I get pissed at myself. That’s only gonna make me want it more. I shower and get dressed for work.

During the drive to the office, I see many faces, many delicious bodies. I get lost in myself wondering what it would be like to be naked with this fine brotha I see standing outside of his car. He’s tall and chocolate, I want to lick him like a popsicle. I get bumped out of my world at a car honking cause the light is green. Maybe later chocolate wonder. I pass by a construction site. I can see all those strong hands all over my body. I would do each and every one of those men. I would love to be surrounded by them, pawing my body, giving me pleasure.

I make it to my office building. I work at a big accounting firm, so I try to keep a low key on my sexual behaviors at work, although, I have cum up on a few good lunch meetings. I have a message from Keisha. She’s a newbie here and she needs to see me ASAP cause she’s upset about an account she fucked up on. Damn, she is my one temptation I haven’t overcome yet.

She’s around twenty four, her body is tight as hell. The sexual tension between us is thick, I see all of me in her. I’ve learned to keep everything strictly business when I’m working, I see she hasn’t mastered that yet. I was waiting for an evening we decided to have drinks or something after work to make my move. I’ve been around enough bisexual woman to know she would never object having me lick her kitty.

I give her a call and let her know I’m in and she can come see me when she’s free. I unbutton two buttons on my shirt. She’s fuckin with me on the wrong day. She comes to the office with a frantic look on her face. She has on one of those Alley McBeal suits as usual, short fitting skirt that shows all those caramel legs and fits enough let me see the shape of those nice tits.

“Is this gonna take long?” I asked.

“I’m not sure” she said to me.

“Lock the door” I said trying to act annoyed.

She sat and began to explain what was going on.

“Do me a favor, look in that bottom drawer in that cabinet and get me the financials from last year on this company.” topkapı escort I instructed her. I really wanted to see all that ass bent over but I got a much bigger surprise. As it turned out, she didn’t have any panties on and her shaven pussy was glistening.

I smiled to myself. Yeah, she’s every bit of me a few years ago. Well, if she wants to play, she’s gonna have to do it by my rules. I had actually discovered the whole mishap during the first few minutes of looking over the numbers, but I was enjoying Keisha’s not so subtle come on’s to me.

“Here they are” she said leaning over my desk enough for her full cleavage to be close enough for me to lick.

“Thank you” I said pretending not to notice. I could tell she was getting discouraged. I acted to scrutinize over the problem and got up. She was leaned back in the chair with her legs crossed.

“You like being naughty huh?” I whispered as I walked up behind her.

“What are you talking about?” She asked all too innocently.

“What made you think I would approve of your behavior?”

“Uh” she began clearing her throat. “I saw you in Frisco one night. You were coming from a sex shop with a woman. I saw the way you were with each other”

I thought about the night she was talking about. Me and one of my girl toys had to make a run to get some sex toys. “Hmmm, and you want a dip in the honey?”

“I’ve never actually been with a woman before. It’s been a fantasy of mine for quite some time now.” Her breathing was heavy now. I could smell her desire. I couldn’t blame her. When I wanted something, I went for it.

“Longing for the touch of a woman?” I asked, licking her neck. Her legs were now slightly parted. I brushed my finger tips over the outer part of her pussy lips. I could feel her quiver under my touch.

“Yes” she moaned out.

“Your wish is my command.” I got one of my business cards and wrote my home number on the back. “Call me later on, and make sure you put your panties back on. I don’t want you giving anyone else any surprise peeks.” I smiled at her.

She had a disappointed look in her face. Obviously she thought it was gonna go down right here in my office. Please

“OK” was all she could mutter as she exited.

I was gonna have a good night, but how am I gonna get through this day? My phone rang….

“Cinnamon Smith” I answered.

“Is it too late for me to get a taste?” was Mark’s reply.

“Never for you sweetie.”

“I’m at the Marriott down the street from you. Meet me for lunch”

“Sure” I said. He always came through right on time. I got his room number and I was on my way.

The door was already unlocked, so there was no need to knock. I heard the shower going. I quietly slipped in and undressed so I could begin lunch.

His body looked too good under the water. I got in behind him and began kissing his back.

“I missed you too” he said.

He turned around and kissed me, let his fingers find their way to my clit and began stroking it. I found his already hard dick and begin to return the favor. I kissed down to his chest til I made it to his dangling balls. I took them both in my mouth while I sucked lightly. He began to moan lightly.

I took the head of his dick in my mouth and began sucking on it as I fondled his balls. I felt his orgasm building up so I grabbed his ass and began pumping his dick in my face.

“Oh shit” he let out. His load shot deep in my throat.

“I think you’re clean now” I said as I led him from the shower.

We got to the bed and I got on top of him. I never wasted any time. I massaged my clit as I rode his dick.

“Cum for me baby” He whispered

“Not yet” I got up so he could enter me from the back. He fucked me hard and deep til I was damn near climbing the walls.

“Fuck me daddy”

He pulled yeni escort out and began to eat my pussy. “I said I wanted you to cum” He clever tongue skills made it hard for me to deny him. With him sucking and licking my clit, along with fucking my hole with his tongue, made me explode. He turned me over and put my legs up on his shoulders to get the maximum penetration. My pussy walls were still pulsating from cumming, and were gripping his dick.

“Damn, this pussy is so good” Soon after that, he unloaded inside me.

“I know you gotta get back to work, can we hook up later?” he asked

“Sorry, got plans” I said.

“Well, if things change”

“I know, I’ll give you a call” I said as I got up to clean the sex from me. Good thing my hair was braided.

I went back to work totally not feeling it at all. It was already three so I decided to take off early. I went home to change from the office attire to the ‘fuck me’ attire. I put on a mini with slits up the side and a halter top with much cleavage. I loved my 38d’s probably more than men did.

I went to the mall. I walked past the shoe store and saw an absolutely gorgeous man. I walked in.

“Can I help you?” He asked looking me up and down.

“I hope so” I said licking my lips. “I’m looking for some pumps, red. What do you have for me?”

“I think I have something that will be to your liking.” He disappeared and came back with a box. Terrence, as the name tag read, kneeled in front of me and removed my sandal. He pulled out one shoe and put it on. It was about a six inch heel that laced up the legs. I parted my legs a bit so he could get a peek at my pussy. (I told you Keisha reminded me of myself). I heard a gasp from him as he tried to remain normal. He put the other shoe on and I got up to walk around. I bent over, touching my legs so I could show him my ass. I caught a glance of his rising dick through the mirror.

I sat back down and deliberately had my legs open.

“Is my pussy pretty to you?” I asked.

“Wh..What” he stammered.

“Wanna taste it?” He had a look on his face I couldn’t quite read. “Go ahead, I won’t tell, if you don’t”

It was like he was in a trance, he kissed my legs up to my thighs and buried his face. I held on to his bald head until I came.

“I’ll take these shoes.” I said bringing him back to reality.

“Uh, ok” he said with my juices all over his face.

To bad for him someone else began to wonder in.

I got my shoes and left. I walked in and out of stores, bending over enough for my ass cheeks to hang out, giving multiple people free peeks at my scrumptious ass. I heard grunts of disgust as well as awes of approval. People just didn’t know what to do with my ass.

I went back home to await my call. I ended up dozing off and woke up at almost nine. Guess she got scared. My Friday night wasn’t gonna be a total lost. I put on a short black strapless dress with my new shoes I purchased earlier (I got a black pair as well) I went to San Francisco to see what kind of trouble I could get into. On the way, my cell phone rang.

“Hello”

“Hi Cinnamon, it’s Keisha. Is it too late?”

“Naw, where do you live?” I asked her.

“Near downtown Frisco” I figured it if she saw me.

“Meet me at that club down the street from the shop you saw me at” She got quiet. It was a mixed kind of scene, but gay people went there a lot.

“OK” she said uneasily.

When I entered the club, I saw a few people I got together with from time to time.

“Hey Cin, come on over to our table” Daryl said.

I went over to join him and his wife, and couple other people.

“What made your fine ass come out tonight?” Daryl asked rubbing my leg under the table.

“Just chillin”

“When you gonna come play with us again?” Jasmine asked maslak escort kissing me.

I saw Keisha walk through the door. “She here for you?”

“Yeah, be easy on her, she’s a new bootie”

I got up and waved Keisha over to the table. “What you drinking on?”

“Long Island” Daryl went over to order our drinks.

I introduced her to Jasmine and the rest of the group.

She had on a dress similar to mine. “You are looking good enough to eat” Tiffany said to Keisha.

“Umm Thank you”

“Girl, you got to loosen up”

Daryl cam back with the drinks. “Think maybe we can have some fun tonight? Show the ropes to your friend here?”

“I don’t think she’s ready for that”

Keisha drunk her drink fast. “Order another round while we go dance” I said.

I led her to the dance floor. A slow song was on and I pulled her close and began to grind on her. Her drink had loosened her a bit, but not enough.

“What are you scared of?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” I kissed her

“You liked that?”

“Yeah”

“Then chill and let it all come natural to you” I reached under her dress, good, no panties. I slipped my finger in her hot slit. I took it out and licked it. “Mmmm. Let’s go get that other round of drinks.”

I had a plan in action. I liked kicking it with Daryl and Jasmine. They were freaky as hell, and Daryl could lay pipe like a mutha. I didn’t want to get all worked up and still have to teach her. If I could get this hooked up like I wanted to, me and Jasmine could show her some things and Daryl could dick us all down. None of the others though, she was definitely not ready for that…

I leaned over to tell Jasmine my plan as I let her lick Keisha’s juices from my finger. She in turn told Daryl and we were set. We ordered a few more rounds and we all could see she was ready. Daryl and Jasmine took her out on the dance floor and felt her up.

“Look, I don’t think I can handle driving over the bridge. I’m gonna crash at Jasmine’s and Daryl’s, you down?” I was testing how bad she wanted it.

“Yeah” she said with no problem.

We were off. In the car, I let my finger find her hole once more and felt her wetness. She had a nice fat clit. “I’m gonna have fun sucking on that”

She reached over and touched my nipple.

“We’re here” I said.

We got out of the car and went in the house. I don’t know who wanted her more of the three of us. She had no idea what she was stepping into.

Soon as we stepped in, I was on her. I kissed her and pulled her dress down so it could hit the floor. I sucked her nipples and rubbed her slit.

Jasmine came behind me and began kissing my back as she let my dress fall to the floor. I kissed down to her stomach and felt her body quiver once more. I buried my head between her legs. She must have wanted it more than she thought cause she came instantly, her knees buckling.

“Damn girl, hold on” I said laughing.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, we got all night”

Daryl came out naked as I figured he would, dick hard as hell.

“Who’s first?” Keisha’s eyes got big.

“I have a boyfriend.”

“Nothing will happen that you don’t want” I assured her.

I let Jasmine take over with her while I went over to Daryl and began sucking his long dick.

“I always let too much time go by. I don’t know how I let Jasmine keep all this to herself.”

He bent me over a couch and began fuckin me. I looked over and saw Jasmine sucking away at Keisha’s clit. She looked over at me.

“I want to taste you Cinnamon” she said.

“Sorry Daryl, you gotta go stick your wife for a while.” I said getting off his dick.

“Aww, and the fun was just starting.”

I walked over to her and got ready to sit my pussy over her lovely red lips. “You sure you ready?”

“Yeah” I sat on her face. She played around with my pussy with her tongue. She parted my lips with her fingers and devoured me.

After she made me cum all over her face, we all took turns fuckin each other til we passed out.

All this on a Friday, wonder what Saturday holds in store for me?????

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This is a work in progress and chapters will be submitted at regular intervals. This is a continuing series, no chapter is written to stand alone. Enjoy, your positive comments are welcome.

Saturday, October 20

After pretty well exhausting ourselves and getting to sleep late, I was the first to stir at 7:30. I went to the bathroom, performed the necessary functions and when stepping into the shower felt a kiss on the back of my neck and a cool hand going around my waist. Glancing in the mirror I saw dark hair and thought maybe it was Cindy. I knew I was mistaken the moment Kim’s contralto voice asked, “Can I join you?”

We had a delightful shower before Veronica and Cindy showered together. I got out, and as I went to the kitchen I heard my daughters teasing one another in their shower. I smiled because everyone in our home that morning was having a refreshing shower that included a special element. By 8:30 we were all in the kitchen waiting for the coffee maker to announce with spurts and gurgles that the morning ambrosia was ready. I was wearing shorts, all the women were in some sort of pants, short and long, but without exception no tops. Just as Veronica began filling up the cups and reloading the coffee maker for another round, the doorbell rang. I walked over, opened the door and a woman with the name ‘Karen’ over the pocket of the shirt stood there. “Hi, you must be Scott. I’m Karen Goodwin,” and she stuck out her hand. “I installed your video system and was supposed to pick up the final payment Thursday, but got busy, so I came just now. Does Veronica have a check ready for me?”

“I honestly don’t know, come in and we’ll get one,” I said.

Karen looked at the topless group in the kitchen, then focused on Veronica, and said, cheerily, “Hi Veronica, it’s so nice to see so much of all of you this morning. What an absolutely mouthwatering view you provide.”

“Good morning Karen. We just got up, let me get the check for you it’s in the den,” said Veronica.

As she walked toward us in the hallway Karen couldn’t or didn’t take her eyes off her swaying, bouncing tits. Not for a moment. I couldn’t help but be amused by the number of women I had noticed lately who showed indications of being interested sexually in another woman. I must have been blinded to it all these years and but now with Veronica’s conduct my blinders had fallen away. Less than a minute later Veronica walked back out with the check and extended in her hand to give it to Karen.

“We’ve used the system three times but we haven’t had a chance to play with the recordings. Katrina was watching the feed last night and didn’t say it wasn’t working. Thanks again for your prompt installation.” Veronica smiled.

“I’m glad to hear that. Are you going to the gathering tonight?” she asked

“No, I think we’ll pass for now, but thanks for the invitation and notice.” Veronica replied.

“Well from the looks of the beauty in the kitchen, I can understand why. Be careful Scott, you’re not as young as you used to be.” And she laughed. “Thanks again. You’ve surely made my day.”

I pulled Veronica next to me after closing the door and we walked back to the kitchen. “Now there’s a project for today, let’s look at own personal love-making shows.”

After the first cup of coffee Katrina made eggs and toast for everyone. She wore an apron to avoid splashing on her breasts and stomach. After breakfast I took my second mug of coffee and went into the den, sat it on the end table and was reaching for a laptop when Kim came in. She took off her shorts as she asked, “May I join you?”

It’s always been a personal policy of mine to never say ‘no’ to a naked women. As I sat Kim leaned across my legs with her breasts pressing into my chest. “Did I please you last night?” she asked.

“Let me ponder that a moment, hmmm.” I replied. She leaned back as I reached for my coffee and took a sip. “Share?” She asked as she also took one from the other side of the mug, covering my hand with hers as she did. After we finished the coffee, she went for a refill. Seconds later Veronica came in with Cindy right behind her. Veronica sat at the other end of the couch and Cindy sat across her just as Kim had me. Kim returned with a full mug, put it back on the end table and resumed her position.

“Well?”

“Of course you did. Want to please me now?” I asked. “Were you as pleased as you’d hoped?”

“If almost passing out from orgasms is any indicator, YES!”

Glancing at Veronica who winked at her, Kim continued, “Yes, I do want to please you again. Very much.” Kim stood and began pulling my shorts down. I obliged her by raising my butt. As the shorts hit the floor I looked at Veronica and she grinned with a wink while amused Cindy was taking it all in.

As I settled back down Kim grasped my dick, straddled me and without any further ado impaled herself on me. “Oh, shit, that’s good, really really good,” she gasped. I raised a hand to her bouncing breasts as she began to raise and lower herself from her knees. As I mecidiyeköy escort pulled her toward me and captured a bouncing nipple and sucked it into my mouth. With my free hand I sought out her clit and began caressing it with my fingers. “Umm, umm, damn you feel good inside me. Will you cum in me, fuck me again? God you feel so good. Veronica don’t let him stop, keep sharing, ummm, damn, ohhh yes.”

Her motions were becoming more circular now with my cock massaging more of her vagina. Her eyes were tightly closed and her moaning increased. Finally she stopped breathing and fell against my chest. When she started breathing again she was making small movements with her pelvis. Veronica whispered something to Cindy who got up and then knelt behind Kim. I felt a warm moist tongue on my balls and that was the tipping point. I came strongly in Kim.

Kim murmured “God, that feels fantastic” as she wrapped her arms around my neck while passionately and deeply kissing me. By the time she had broken the kiss Cindy was back with Veronica.

Veronica asked, “Can I lick and suck you clean and get all his wonderful, tasty cum out of you?”

Kim turned her head toward Veronica, “I thought you’d never ask, yes. Just as soon as I can move again.” Kim stayed on my lap for at least twenty minutes as we kissed and cooed at each other. I was enjoying the moment. I would never have thought that the girl I watched grow up into a beautiful young woman would become a lover.

As she started to lift herself off, Veronica asked Cindy to let her up. As soon as Kim was in a seated position next to me, Veronica spread Kim’s legs and began sucking and licking her pussy with a wide eyed Cindy watching.

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Emerson woke up with his arms wrapped around Hazel. They were both nude, something that hadn’t happened in the last fifteen years. As Emerson began lightly caressing Hazel’s breasts, he said “Have I told you what a joy it is to wake up like this.”

“No, but thanks,” as she reached back and wrapped her hand around his stiffening dick. “Is that for me, or do you have to pee?”

“Pee first, and then inside your lovely pussy, my love,” responded Emerson. As Emerson walked back to the bed, Hazel had rested her back against the headboard with her legs spread. He crawled across the bed and intended to try to eat her. Seeing this, she pulled her legs together and put her hand under his chin to divert him to her breasts or mouth. Hazel’s background prevented her to from engaging in oral sex. She wouldn’t let Emerson touch her pussy with his tongue, fingers were OK. She also wouldn’t orally pleasure Emerson for the same reason. The echo’s of her mother’s voice and that of Mrs. Ruth Rogers, their Reverend’s wife, saying only whores gave or received oral sex continued to haunt her all these years later. Part of her wanted to allow him, but she couldn’t help feeling that it was a degrading filthy act.

Emerson had tried on almost a daily basis since her ‘coming out’ but wasn’t making any headway. Hearing the same message repeated from the age of thirteen through to her early married years was powerful baggage to lose in such a short time. Emerson had yet to fully understand the conditioning she received was like a heavy stone around her neck. In frustration he abruptly sat up and said, “Hazel, I love you and I desire you. Isn’t there some way we can work through your reluctance? I feel I’m only getting part of you, and I want all of you! You’ve very sexy and desirable, you must have some fetishes suppressed somewhere in there.”

“I’m trying, I really am, but my demons keep getting in front,” she replied meekly. After a pause she quietly continued, “I’m thinking of visiting Veronica for some advice. I know what you want dear, and I know it’ll please you but I can’t open up enough to even try. I’m sorry, Emerson, I love you very, very much, but I just can’t do it right now. Please be patient with me and help me work through this. Come, fuck me, sweetheart.” As Hazel finished she spread her legs and scooted down on her back inviting him to enter her.

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Grace awoke at 7:00, nude, her usual sleeping mode with her hand between her legs lightly caressing herself with her fingertips. For years she had periodically had fantasies about Scott, and at other times about Emerson. Since his divorce she had hoped Scott would invite her out even though she was older. She knew that his ethics wouldn’t allow him to approach such a line, but she still hoped nonetheless. Alas no invitation ever came. In the last several years she had increasingly been curious what it would be like to make love to another woman, to caress and suckle a pair of breasts and to touch her pussy. She lacked the courage to do anything more than buy two lesbian DVDs. Even if she mustered the courage to do something she had no idea how to make an approach or even what to do if an approach was made.

Though calm, cool and professional at the office, for years Grace progressively had become taken by fantasies and desires. As she çıtır escort caressed herself two fantasies at the same time could be within her reach. She thought, God, two for one, a woman to eat and a man to fuck, thank you Citi! I need to get going and draft that letter. I wonder what the bonus is that Scott mentioned, a year’s severance perhaps, that’s $225,000. Wow, that’ll buy some batteries. The next thought was what if the deal fell through, how would I interact with Scott and Emerson in the office?

She put on her sheerest robe, went into the bathroom and then to the kitchen. As the coffee was brewing she fired up her laptop and began her letter of resignation. As Scott suggested she would couch the resignation as an exploration of what she could receive in retirement benefits and an expression of a desire to retire. With the thought of what he said about working for him after the sale she couldn’t help but be distracted by mental images of sharing a bed with Scott and Veronica.

After typing a rough draft, she surfed to several bikini web sites and found one that sold incredibly revealing suits. With what she knew of what was happening with Scott and Veronica, and her conversations with Veronica she was not going to play coy. Through her selection she was going to make a clear announcement of her desire to be their playmate. She ordered two invisible styles and three different colors of another style coincidentally the same as Cindy’s. She decided to pay express shipping so she’d have them for Wednesday night.

I need to call Veronica, perhaps she’ll go shopping with me and without knowing she is doing so give me some more direction on Scott’s fetishes and what kind of dresses would be suitable in my new role. I’m willing to do and be anything they desire. I sure as hell am not going to stick to pants and button to-the-neck blouses. Maybe some sort of soft top with an uplift or open top bra that’d let my nipples be free. Shoes, I’m going to need shoes, I’ll throw away most of those sensible low heels I own. Maybe she knows a good shoe store. If this all works out as I think it will I’m going to be a new woman

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As Dave walked in the door Evie noticed immediately that it’d been a long hard Saturday morning for her husband. As he sat slumped on a kitchen chair and drank the offered glass of iced tea he commented, “This could be one of my best projects. The owners seem to have unlimited funds and are willing to pay premium prices for a quick project and exceptional finishes. All the running around to line up subs and conversations with the architect are beginning to wear me out though. There’ll be so many different crews working on different parts of the project that my mind is awash with trying to keep straight who will be doing what.”

“It’ll be over in, what six weeks or so. You haven’t had a challenge like this for a couple of years. Enjoy, do your very best. Besides, Joy is more than willing to help you with the paperwork and ordering of the material for the job. This is an opportunity to give her more responsibility,” his wife gently reminded him.

“You’re right. This the perfect project for her to stretch her wings a little further.”

Changing the subject Evie asked, “Do you want to stay home from George and Tina’s tonight? I told her we were coming, but we can just stay home.”

“Why don’t you go without me,” he said with an exhausted tone.

“I may do just that. Gloria called this afternoon and wanted to come over. Should I call her back? The two of you can relax in the jacuzzi and fuck the evening away.”

Evie’s youngest daughter from her first marriage, Gloria, was twenty-two and lived in an apartment in the city while finishing her nursing degree at SLU. She, as well as her twenty-six year old sister Joy, who’d been married to Keith for three years, regularly enjoyed sex with their step-father as well as their mother. Since marrying Joy, Keith had slept with Evie on the same basis as Joy with Dave. Gloria didn’t have a regular boyfriend, and would usually sleep with Dave and Evie once a week, and with her brother-in-law and sister a couple of times a month.

“Do you know who’s going to be there tonight?” Dave asked.

“Other than George and Tina, Joy and Keith, I don’t know, probably a lot of the usual. Does it make a difference?” Evie asked.

“No, not really, I think I’d like to spend an evening with just Gloria and then the three of us if you still have energy when you get home at one or two. What are Abi and Sam up to this evening?” Dave continued.

“The twins are out for the rest of the afternoon and evening at the Fletcher’s, enjoying the nice warm day I imagine in their pool and hot tub. The plan was for them to eat and sleep-over there and not be home until sometime tomorrow. So you and Gloria should have peace and quiet,” concluded Evie.

Dave adored Abigail and Samantha. Though the twins from Dave’s first marriage took their mother’s death hard it didn’t take long for them to connect with Evie. beşiktaş escort Within weeks of him marrying Evie they were calling her Mom. On their next birthday on New Year’s Eve they would be the same age as Katrina and Ashley.

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Kim declined a shower after Veronica finished cleaning her out, saying that she loved the smell of sex and wanted to share it with Gwen when she got home. Within ten minutes she was out the door still glowing with that well sated look.

After eating a light lunch Veronica prepared a grocery list and sent the three girls out shopping.

Still topless, she and Scott cuddled in the corner of the couch and Veronica said, “Handsome, I need to ask you something, something about your past.”

“Okay,” I replied, “But I don’t remember much from high school if you want to go back that far.”

“No, not that far. Can we talk about your marriage and divorce? Would you feel uncomfortable?” Veronica asked.

“No, I said, “I’m surprised that you waited this long after meeting her. I don’t have anything to keep from you. What would you like to know?”

“Tell me about when you met and your early years.”

“During my last year of grad school, she was an under-grad senior and working in the commons three or four evenings a week. We began dating and since we were both going to graduate in the spring, we did the ‘common sense’ thing and got married shortly after graduation. I later learned that I should have done my due diligence, at least as far as having a family is concerned. I wanted a raft of kids and was willing to work hard enough to support a large family, but Marty didn’t want any, not even one. After a couple of years of begging, she agreed that one would be enough, and Katrina became our only child. For some reason I can’t explain, not long after Katrina was born Marty decided that sex in any form, for fun or for procreation, wasn’t on her wish list any more. Sex became increasingly less frequent, and before you ask, yes I was frustrated. We both loved Katrina and provided a very nurturing childhood, but as my business became successful, I spent more and more time away, traveling and working long days.

“A little over five years ago Marty was seduced and fell under the spell of a dominant lesbian, our dental hygienist for Christ’s sake. The affair became quite heady and when I found out about it Marty was willing to break it off. My dentist had called and warned me that this woman was trouble. He couldn’t really fire her, but he could warn me. I didn’t believe him until it was too late. I learned later that Marty was her third victim. When she found out that Marty wanted to break it off she got Marty tipsy and horny and in an effort to get her dominatrix to make love to her, Marty said whatever her lover wanted her to say. She was recorded railing that she married me only to have a social husband and never really loved me, that she was thrilled now to be with her lover, that her lover pleasured her unbelievably better than I ever had, and that I was a poor lover and that she always faked her orgasms.

“This woman sent me a copy of the tape and I believed it. Marty never made any plausible denials, so we separated. In the divorce I gave her the house and a decent cash settlement. Talk about being devious, later this woman sent me a letter explaining that now that she had destroyed our marriage she was dumping Marty. So Marty became a victim as well.”

“Oh my. She was more than devious. She must have a deep hatred of men and low values to do such a thing,” commented Veronica.

“I agree. I was devastated. I was tempted to lash back at her, but I feared my rage would only cause me to do something rash and result in me having some legal problems. Instead, I threw myself even more into my work to recover and I think I have. Marty is still Katrina’s mother and she doesn’t know these grim details. I have only told her that I immersed myself in growing my company and that’s why we drew apart. I also couldn’t do that to Marty. And yes, before you ask, I do have feelings for her, but I also knew long ago I could never be in a serious relationship with her again. I think all this pretty much laid low her self-worth and esteem. Maybe that’s why the she ended up in the failed relationship with the guy she found in bed with another guy.

“I don’t know what directions her life has taken since either personally or professionally. Katrina has always been rather non-committal about her mother, I guess to avoid any friction. Perhaps knowing some of this and provided you an opportunity you might be of some help to help her rebuild her esteem,” I concluded. Silently she cuddled against me with neither of us saying anything more for almost twenty minutes. As an expression of comfort several times she tightened the hug for a moment.

Suddenly she raised her head. I noticed tears in her eyes as she quietly and lovingly said, “I’m truly sorry about what happened, but I’m not sorry that we met and that we’re going to marry. My love, I need you inside me now. Will you love me?” Without hesitation I sat her up, stood, laid her back on the couch and entered her with my shorts around my knees and her g-string pulled aside. We made very passionate prolonged love. Just as she screamed out her release I uttered an animalistic growl expressing my own climax.

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I was feeling very uncertain about my relationship with Sina. It was troubling to me that we did not have a sexually exclusive relationship. I needed to know how I stood with her. On Friday I took her to her favorite restaurant, ordered all of her favorite seafood dishes, and a bottle of wine. I had gone to the downtown jeweler and bought her the largest diamond on an engagement ring I could find. But I needed to know how I stood with her before I presented it to her.

As soon as the appetizers were brought out, I asked her where she saw our relationship going. She told me this.

“I love you and I want to be with you always, but I hope you can understand that I don’t want a monogamous relationship. I will never cheat on you behind your back, but if we are to be together, you have to let me have sex with other people if we are both okay with them. If there is someone that you object to me being with, just let me know, but the night we spent with Felicia was so great for me and I hope it was great for you too.”

“It was great for me.” I admitted. “Seeing the look on your face after making love with Felicia was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I want you to have that feeling.”

“I’m so happy that you feel that way, but if I am going to have sex with others then you should too. It’s only fair. The next time we’re with Felicia, I want you to do more than just eat her pussy. Just promise me one thing. Don’t cum inside another woman. If you’re going to cum inside someone, I want it to always be me.”

A eskort wave of heat surged through my body as the thought of sinking my cock into Felicia’s beautiful pussy with Sina watching came to mind. I felt the erection in my pants straining to burst free. Good thing it was hidden under the table. We ate for awhile in silence, but I was feeling reassured and so good. At the end of dinner, I got down on my knees and presented the ring. I knew from the look in her eyes that she was genuinely overjoyed.

She said, “yes.”

I month later I was at my bachelor party. Tom, Larry Fey, Richard and I were all American Peace Corps volunteers who were all teaching on the island. Tom and I were roommates and Larry Fey and Richard were roommates who lived nearby. Larry Fey was openly gay, and Richard very straight, but the living arrangement worked well for them and they were very good friends.

The plan, as far as I knew, was just for the four of us to do some very serious drinking and that was the way things started out. After a couple of hours, there was a knock on the door. My best man, Tom, got a big smile on his face. He pulled out a blindfold and told me that we were going to play a game and he tied the blindfold over my eyes.

I heard the door open and close. Then I felt hands pulling my shirt over my head and unbuckling my pants. I heard my three friends howling and cheering encouragement to the new company. They guided me to stand up. They undressed me completely, and then I felt six soft warm hands running up and vip escort down all over my body. Hands rubbing my nipples, a finger running up and down the crevice of my ass, and fingertips running up the inside of my thighs sent an electrifying feeling through my body. By the time a hand reached my cock, it was already hard and throbbing. Then I heard Tom’s voice announce that there was going to be a contest. Three women were going to suck my cock, one at a time, and then I had to pick the the most talented as the winner.

Without saying a word, the women guided me to sit down and spread my legs. I felt the first contestant lightly stroking my balls with her fingertips as a long, narrow tongue writhed across the shaft of my cock. The guys were very loud in their encouragement and I knew that the alcohol was flowing very freely now. A warm, wet mouth now covered the head of my cock and a small hand stroked up and down the shaft. I felt my stomach tighten, my balls pull up tight against my body, as a powerful urge to cum came over me. I wanted to cum so badly, but I had to resist the urge. When was I ever going to have another chance to have three women put my body in ecstasy? It was such sweet torture, and I endured. Tom called time and sent out contestant number two.

My cock pointing towards the ceiling. I felt precum dripping down it and the first thing she did was to lick it off. Her hands were larger, but just as soft and warm as she gently tugged on my balls with one hand as she stroked my wet istanbul escort shaft with the other. I had to fight to keep from cumming when her mouth started going up and down over the end of my cock. I had such a powerful urge to explosively blast semen into her mouth. But again, I endured.

When the third contestant started in, I knew immediately that it was Sina. The feel of her mouth and tongue, the way she touches me, and the incredible way that she makes me feel were all so familiar to me. Tom is a good friend, but I knew that he never could have put this event together. This was Sina, wanting me to have the best bachelor party that a man could have. And that’s exactly what I was having. When she was finished, I felt the tongues of all three women at the same time sliding up and down my balls and shaft. I was finally able to let go, and I groaned loudly as spurt after spurt of semen erupted from my cock and splashed back down on my chest and stomach. There was a roar of applause as if I had just scored the winning touch down in a football game. I declared contestant three the winner of course.

The next day, my three groomsmen were wearing dark glasses in the church. I knew that their eyes were bloodshot and they were all hungover, but they were there for me. Sina came in wearing a white, wrap around skirt and a white, short sleeved blouse. Her hair was tied in a thick, long braid that hung down over her left shoulder. She had a big, red hibiscus flower in her hair, as she had the first day that I met her. I will never forget how beautiful she looked on that day. I felt myself to be the luckiest man in the world.

Sina never admitted to me that she had been at my bachelor’s party. She told me that it wouldn’t be appropriate for a bride-to-be to intrude. But I knew.

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