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En quittant sa soirée d’anniversaire, j’avais laissé une lettre dans le sac à main de Véronique. Lorsqu’elle l’avait découverte le lendemain matin, après un réveil difficile, cela l’avait fait paniquer complètement! Elle ne savait plus quoi faire, ne sachant si il fallait en parler à son mari (qui ne s’était rendu compte de rien, ayant eu l’impression de passer une très agréable soirée, même si il ne souvenait pas de grand’chose!), à d’autres personnes ou bien se taire. Elle se souvenait mal de ce qui s’était passé, mais ses mâchoires et son fondement douloureux, ainsi que ses muqueuses irritées parlaient suffisamment. Elle ne comprenait pas en particulier comme elle avait pu se laisser sodomiser, elle qui avait toujours refusé cette pénétration à son mari. Ce qui l’inquiétait plus encore était qu’elle n’était pas capable de se souvenir si elle y avait pris du plaisir ou pas, et avec qui!

Pour entretenir son inquiétude et éviter des confidences à ses amies, je lui envoyai une semaine plus tard sur son mail quelques photos choisies de la soirée, la montrant plutôt consentante dans mes bras, en train de se faire caresser les seins, la robe remontée jusqu’à la poitrine, ainsi que d’autres images la montrant en train de me faire une fellation dans sa propre chambre. J’imaginais assez bien l’horreur dans les yeux de Véronique découvrant ses images! Je savais qu’elle ne dirait rien, ayant menacé de divulguer ces photos au cas où elle essayerait de parler.

Dans les semaines qui suivaient, je continuai de lui envoyer des photos d’autres moments de la soirée : baisée sur la table du salon par Igor, à califourchon sur moi dans son propre lit, avec une expression de plaisir non simulée sur son visage, et enfin sodomisée par Igor en levrette! J’essayai de m’imaginer ce qui pouvait trotter dans sa tête en découvrant ses images! Est-ce qu’elle osait même ouvrir mes mails (je pense que oui, elle avait trop peur que ces images soient diffusées pour ne pas savoir ce qu’il y avait dedans!)? Je ne reçu en tout cas aucune réponse de sa part!

Un mois plus tard, Igor croisa inopinément Véronique dans un supermarché : la belle se figea en apercevant le géant ukrainien, terrorisé par cette apparition! Igor, surpris également, profita immédiatement de sa position de maître-chanteur : l’air de rien, il vint engager la conversation dans le rayon. Véronique, complètement crispée, répondait mécaniquement à ses questions futiles, ayant l’impression que tout le monde savait ce qui s’était passé. Igor prit congé rapidement, ce qui soulagea Véronique immédiatement. Elle pensait que son cauchemar était terminé, mais Igor n’était pas décidé à en rester là. Il se dirigea vers le rayon des sous-vêtements, et choisissant quelques modèles raffinés, les embarqua et se remit à la recherche de Véronique dans les rayons. Il la retrouva en train de choisir des tomates au rayon primeur.

S’approchant par derrière, ayant vérifié qu’il n’était pas observé par d’autres clients, il lui prit brutalement une fesse à pleine main : Véronique poussa un cri vite étouffé quand elle réalisa qui venait de la peloter! Igor n’avait pas lâché le globe ferme qu’il malaxait, et glissant les sous-vêtements dans son caddie, il lui chuchota à l’oreille qu’il serait dans son intérêt d’aller rapidement les essayer pour vérifier que la taille était correcte! Puis, la plantant là, il s’éloigna en direction des cabines d’essayage.

Véronique était atterrée, fixant les soutiens-gorge et strings dans son caddie, son cerveau paniqué essayant de trouver une solution raisonnable! Mais les images reçues sur sa messagerie repassaient devant ses yeux, et les menaces que j’avais fait sonnaient à ses oreilles : elle se savait prise au piège, et commença à se diriger lentement vers le rayon vêtement. En arrivant devant les cabines d’essayage, elle chercha des yeux Igor : celui-ci était en face des cabines, au rayon hommes, en train de choisir un pantalon à sa taille. Leurs regards se croisèrent, et Véronique baissa les yeux, désabusée. Elle se dirigea vers la cabine d’essayage le plus éloignée avec ses sous-vêtements, et tira le rideau sur elle. Igor, qui avait noté la position de la cabine, attendit quelques minutes pour laisser monter la panique et le doute dans le crâne de Véronique, puis se dirigea également vers les cabines. Ayant noté qu’aucune autre cabine n’était occupée, il tira sans prévenir le rideau de la cabine de Véronique, surprenant la belle, en string, en train d’essayer de mettre un des soutiens-gorge choisi par Igor! Dans un réflexe naturel, elle essaya de cacher sa poitrine avec ses mains, laissant tomber le soutien-gorge à terre. Igor, tout émoustillé par la scène, entra sans vergogne dans la cabine, et tira le rideau derrière lui.

Véronique, terrorisé, ne savait que faire face à ce monstre qui occupait toute la cabine! Ramassant le soutien-gorge tombé à terre, Igor le redonna à Véronique, lui demandant de le mettre. Celle-ci le saisit du bout des doigts, essayant toujours de cacher ses seins. Elle engloba ses seins dans la dentelle, mais van escort était tellement paniquée qu’elle était incapable de fermer les bretelles dans son dos. L’ukrainien saisit alors le fermoir et le fixa délicatement. Véronique s’était mis dos à lui pour cacher sa poitrine, mais Igor, après avoir attaché le soutien-gorge, fit glisser ses mains sous ses bras pour lui prendre les seins à pleine paume! Véronique essayait de ne pas réagir à ces attouchements appuyés, pendant que l’ukrainien lui massait la poitrine, titillant les tétons qui commencèrent à se dresser sous les caresses, bien malgré elle! Igor plaquait Véronique contre lui, profitant du contact de ses fesses contre son sexe emprisonné dans son pantalon.

Puis, faisant pivoter la jeune femme, et approchant ses lèvres de son oreille, il lui chuchota de se mettre à genoux et de le dégrafer pour libérer son sexe : Véronique eut un mouvement de recul à cette requête, mais après quelques instants à fixer l’entrejambe de l’ukrainien, à contre cœur, elle finit par se mettre à genoux devant lui, et commença à détacher sa ceinture de ses mains tremblantes. Elle pouvait voir la bosse significative formée par le sexe d’Igor, et avait les plus grandes difficultés à enlever les boutons de la braguette de l’ukrainien. Quand elle y parvint enfin, elle descendit le pantalon jusqu’à ses genoux, puis, encore plus tremblante, saisit le caleçon du géant lentement et le descendit également, ce qui eut pour effet de faire jaillir son sexe dressé presque contre son visage. Véronique eut un nouveau mouvement de recul, choqué par la taille monstrueuse de l’engin, reconnaissant l’objet qu’elle avait pu découvrir sur les photos que j’avais envoyé et qui était sans doute la raison de son fondement douloureux.

Elle resta ainsi sans bouger, fixant le dard palpitant de l’ukrainien : celui-ci lui mit la main sur la tête, et la força à approcher ses lèvres de son gland. Véronique résistait mollement, se sachant prisonnière des images volées qui pouvaient complètement briser sa vie. Quand ses lèvres vinrent toucher l’extrémité du braquemart géant, Igor lui lâcha la tête : complètement résignée, elle ouvrit la bouche d’elle même, et commença à essayer de prendre le sexe d’Igor dans sa bouche. Elle ne souvenait pas d’avoir fait une fellation à un sexe aussi imposant, et elle essayait d’écarter au maximum ses mâchoires pour permettre à ce pieu de chair de pénétrer sans la blesser. Elle commença à lui caresser le gland de sa langue, essayant de le lubrifier au maximum pour faciliter la pénétration. Puis elle le prit dans sa bouche, et se mit à faire des aller et retours, enserrant son gland de ses lèvres, le relâchant complètement pour le reprendre dans sa bouche tiède, ce qui provoquait des décharges de plaisir dans les reins d’Igor. Continuant ce manège, Véronique essayait de prendre plus profondément le sexe d’Igor dans sa bouche, espérant ainsi accélérer l’éjaculation du géant et terminer plus rapidement ce cauchemar. Mais le sexe du géant était si gros qu’elle n’arrivait pas à prendre plus de la moitié de la longueur dans sa bouche : le gland d’Igor venait buter contre sa gorge, et elle devait s’arrêter pour ne pas vomir. Elle continua néanmoins à aller et venir sur sa verge, tout en massant les bourses de l’ukrainien pour en finir le plus vite possible. Mais celui-ci avait de la réserve, et pouvait tenir un long moment : il savait d’autant plus apprécier cette fellation qu’il ne forçait même pas Véronique, elle faisait tout d’elle-même, essayant de lui donner du plaisir pour arrêter ce viol à moitié consenti!

Véronique commençait à avoir mal à ses mâchoires distendues par le sexe turgescent du colosse, et ne voyait pas venir la fin de son calvaire. Igor, qui voulait aller un peu plus loin, attrapa Véronique par les cheveux, et d’une poussée lente mais ferme, enfonça son sexe plus profondément dans la gorge de Véronique. Celle-ci essayait de résister, les deux mains sur les cuisses d’Igor pour se repousser, mais ne pouvait pas grand’chose contre la force brute de l’ukrainien qui réussit à amener son gland au contact de sa glotte, lui arrachant un haut-le-cœur. Mais il ne s’arrêta pas pour autant de pousser, forçant la défense de sa gorge, pénétrant encore plus profondément! Véronique avait les larmes aux yeux, essayant de forcer son corps à accepter cette pénétration contre nature, sentant son estomac prêt à se retourner. Des remontées de bile lui brûlaient la gorge, mais l’ukrainien poussait toujours, enfonçant toujours plus loin son sexe dans sa gorge, l’empêchant complètement de respirer. Véronique commençait à suffoquer, mais le colosse n’en tenait aucun compte et finit par complètement engouffrer son sexe monstrueux dans sa bouche, venant faire buter son pubis contre son nez. Il resta ainsi quelques instants, pendant que la belle se débattait pour essayer de respirer, à la limite de la perte de conscience, puis il se retira brutalement complètement, lui arrachant un gémissement et un haut-le cœur qui la fit vomir sur le sol de la cabine.

Igor yalova escort n’avait pas lâché sa chevelure, et après lui avoir permis de reprendre son souffle, il lui releva la tête et se renfonça à nouveau dans sa bouche, commençant à effectuer des va-et-vient dans sa gorge, s’en servant comme d’une chatte, allant au plus profond puis se retirant presque complètement, prenant son pied à cette gorge profonde forcée pendant qu’Véronique essayait de concentrer son esprit sur la recherche d’air entre chaque poussée de l’ukrainien. Des flots de bile inondaient le sol à chaque fois que le dard de l’ukrainien se retirait, mais celui-ci n’en tenait aucun compte, replongeant aussitôt au plus profonde de sa bouche, distendant les mâchoires de Véronique, violant sans vergogne cette gorge tendre. Igor sentait une vague de plaisir monter de ses reins, et il poussait encore plus fort, pilonnant Véronique qui souffrait, les yeux révulsés, et il finit par lâcher dans une dernière poussée un long et brûlant jet de sperme au fond de sa gorge, dans un râle de plaisir. Il se maintint ainsi quelques instants, son sexe complètement enfoncé dans la gorge de Véronique, dont le cou distendu demandait grâce, et profitant de cet orgasme volé dans une cabine d’essayage. Puis il se retira rapidement, se rhabilla, puis, relevant la belle Véronique, encore complètement suffocante et choquée de ce viol, il lui arracha le string et le soutien-gorge. Il vit alors un éclair de terreur dans ses yeux. Mais l’ukrainien se saisit de tous les sous-vêtements qui étaient dans la cabine, y compris ceux de Véronique, et sortit comme si de rien n’était.

Véronique, complètement bouleversée par cette agression, essayait de rassembler ses esprits : elle avait la gorge douloureuse, luttait contre une nouvelle envie de vomir dans cette cabine dont le sol était maculé de vomi, de bile mélangés au sperme de l’ukrainien, le goût du sperme dans sa gorge la révulsait car elle avait du en avaler une grande quantité et elle n’avait plus de sous-vêtements! Rassemblant ses affaires, elle se rhabilla lentement, remit de l’ordre dans ses cheveux pour essayer de masquer ce qui venait de se passer, et se nettoya le visage avec un kleenex pour enlever les traces de sperme et de vomi. Se sentant salie au plus profond d’elle-même, elle sortit discrètement de la cabine, et abandonnant là son caddie, se dirigea vers la sortie dans un état second.

Perturbée par ce qui venait de lui arriver, elle mit plusieurs minutes à retrouver son monospace sur le parking. Alors qu’elle déverrouillait et ouvrait la porte conducteur, elle entendit une voix rocailleuse derrière elle : « est-ce que je peux me joindre a vous? ». Se retournant d’un bloc, elle se retrouva à nouveau face à Igor tout souriant. Toute tremblante, et incapable de répondre, elle vit le géant ouvrir la porte arrière, et s’installer sur la banquette arrière. Elle hésita plusieurs instants, puis, pâle et fébrile, monta finalement à la place du conducteur.

-allons faire une petite ballade, proposa l’ukrainien, tout sourire sur le siège arrière.

-Mais où voulez-vous aller? murmura Véronique paniquée

-N’importe où, allons par exemple vers le cinéma multiplex.

Avec difficulté, Véronique réussit à démarrer, puis sortit du parking. Elle était tellement bouleversée qu’elle tapa un trottoir, puis faillit renverser une mamie qui traversait.

-Relax, lui dit Igor, on se détend! ce n’est pas le moment d’avoir un accident.

-Ce n’est pas très facile d’être relaxé après ce que vous m’avez fait subir, répondit Véronique entre ses dents.

-Il faudra t’y habituer, ma belle, il y a des chances que ce ne soit pas la dernière fois. Je vais te faire aimer ça …

Horrifiée par ce qu’elle venait d’entendre, Véronique n’osait plus répondre, et gardait les yeux rivés sur la route. Igor, se rapprochant de son siège, se mit à lui caresser les hanches, puis remonta vers sa poitrine. Véronique se tortillait pour échapper à ses mains, mais elle conduisait, ce qui lui laissait peu de degrés de liberté. Glissant une main sous son chemisier, Igor venait de saisir un de ses seins, et roulait le téton entre ses doigts

-Oh, madame n’a pas mis de soutien-gorge, petite cochonne!

-Vous m’avez pris tous mes sous-vêtements tout à l’heure!!

Son autre main descendait vers son entrejambe : glissant ses doigts sous l’élastique de sa jupe, il progressait lentement vers sa foufoune, forçant ses cuisses serrées.

-Ecarte un peu les cuisses que je puisse voir si tu mouilles!

-Jamais, rugit Véronique.

-Comme tu voudras, répondit l’ukrainien, et il lui pinça violemment le téton.

Véronique poussa un hurlement, rapidement suivi d’un autre car Igor venait à nouveau de pincer cruellement son téton.

-Tu vois qu’il faudrait mieux que tu écartes les cuisses docilement!

Et il lui écrasa à nouveau le téton entre ses doigts puissants. Submergée par la douleur, Véronique finit par desserrer les cuisses, et Igor en profita immédiatement pour lui çorlu escort caresser la chatte, excitant son clitoris, flattant ses grandes lèvres tout en continuant de lui peloter le sein de l’autre main. Véronique avait les plus grandes difficultés à conduire dans ces conditions! Allant un peu plus loin, Igor commença à forcer ses lèvres, enfonçant un doigt dans son vagin, lui tirant un cri de douleur car elle n’était pas du tout lubrifiée. Mais Igor continuait à la doigter, poussant toujours plus loin dans sa cavité d’amour, qui finit par s’humidifier sous les sollicitations. Véronique sentit l’évolution de ses muqueuses, qu’elle n’avait pas du tout désirée, mais c’était une réaction naturelle de son corps à ce stimuli qu’elle ne pouvait contrôler! Igor la doigtait de plus en plus profondément et intensément, se retirant pour lui titiller le clitoris puis revenant plonger ses doigts dans son sexe luisant. La belle ne savait plus ce qui lui arrivait, et était partagé entre l’horreur de la situation et les sensations qu’elle ressentait dans son bas-ventre.

La voiture finit par arriver sur le parking du cinéma, et Igor retira ses mains pour lui indiquer où aller se garer. Il était 19h30 en ce mois de décembre, et la zone choisie par l’ukrainien était relativement sombre. Véronique se rangea sur un emplacement, coupa le contact, et attendit, angoissée, les mains sur le volant. Igor avait changé de place à l’arrière, et s’était installé sur le siège central.

-Viens me rejoindre à l’arrière, lui intima-t-il.

Les yeux écarquillés, Véronique fixa le géant dans le rétroviseur, puis elle finit par enlever sa ceinture de sécurité pour descendre du véhicule. Elle ouvrit la porte arrière et vient s’asseoir sur le siège à côté d’Igor.

-branle-moi, ordonna Igor.

Répriment son dégoût, elle ouvrit à nouveau la braguette du géant, et en sortit son sexe encore flasque. Elle se mit à le masturber lentement, sentant la chair vibrer sous ses doigts, prendre du volume et de la rigidité, jusqu’à finalement atteindre à nouveau la taille d’une matraque d’un beau diamètre. Elle n’osait pas regarder le sexe d’Igor, conservant les yeux baissés.

-Suce moi, maintenant! Tu aimes ça …

Baissant la tête lentement, elle vint prendre le gland énorme entre ses lèvres, et commença à lui faire une nouvelle fellation, espérant de tout cœur que personne ne viendrait s’approcher de la voiture et découvrir ce qui s’y passait. Elle essayait d’enduire le sexe de l’ukrainien de salive pour faciliter la pénétration dans sa bouche, et continuait à l’engloutir du mieux qu’elle pouvait. Igor ne disait rien, laissant faire la belle Véronique, préparant la suite.

-Maintenant, viens te mettre à califourchon sur moi.

Véronique arrêta instantanément sa pipe, horrifiée par l’ordre qu’elle venait de recevoir. L’ukrainien ne la laissa pas réfléchir, et l’attrapant par les cheveux, il l’amena vers lui, la forçant à se tourner pour enjamber son corps : Véronique était maintenant à califourchon sur ses genoux, de dos, sa jupe flottante étalée sur les cuisses de l’ukrainien. Elle commençait à paniquer, et essayait malgré le risque de se débattre : Igor lui saisit alors les poignets, et lui vrillant les bras, il les rassembla dans son dos, les maintenant d’une seule main.

-Maintenant, recule et mets toi à genoux sur la banquette

Il accompagna son ordre d’une torsion des poignets qui força Véronique à reculer pour essayer de réduire la douleur : elle se trouvait donc maintenant à genoux à la verticale du sexe dressé d’Igor, les bras tordus dans le dos. Igor, de sa main libre, vint lui doigter la chatte, s’enfonçant au plus profond de son intimité, lui arrachant des cris de douleur. Il vrillait ses doigts dans son sexe, labourant les muqueuses fragiles de ses ongles, puis, se retirant, il se mit à lui masser l’anus de ses doigts humides : les yeux de Véronique s’écarquillèrent, et elle rua pour essayer d’échapper à cet attouchement, mais ce mouvement lui tordit encore plus les bras et elle dut s’avouer vaincue! L’ukrainien forçait maintenant la barrière de ses sphincters, insinuant ses doigts dans son cul, de plus en plus profondément, et Véronique étouffait ses cris de douleur en se mordant les lèvres.

Au bout de quelques instants de ce manège, Igor retira ses doigts, puis, en exerçant une clé de bras sur les poignets de Véronique, fit descendre lentement son bassin vers son sexe : Véronique luttait pour essayer de résister, mais la douleur dans ses bras était trop intense, et elle dut suivre le mouvement imposé par Igor. Celui-ci amena son gland contre l’anus de Véronique, ce qui la fit à nouveau ruer dans un mouvement désespéré pour échapper à ce viol, mais le géant avait anticipé sa réaction, et la maintenait fermement. Véronique réussit juste à se faire encore plus mal aux épaules, et se relâcha de suite pour limiter la douleur : Igor attendait ce moment, et donnant un brusque coup de rein, enfonça son dard dans ce cul excitant! La belle poussa un cri suraigu, mais Igor la bâillonna de sa main libre, et lui tordant encore plus les bras, enfonça encore plus profondément son sexe dans ce fourreau étroit et tendre! Véronique était maintenant presque complètement empalée sur le braquemart du géant, le souffle coupé par ce barreau de chair planté dans son fondement.

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Kirsten Merlad saß gedankenverloren in einem Taxi das in Richtung Frankfurter Hauptbahnhof fuhr. Und obwohl ihr wunderschönes Gesicht eher ausdruckslos wirkte, waren ihre Gefühle in heller Aufruhr.

Kirsten Merlad, 26 Jahre jung war wohl eine der begehrtesten Single Frauen Deutschlands. Sie war reich, unendlich reich. Im Alter von 20 Jahren hatte sie beide Elternteile durch einen Autounfall verloren, die ihr ein gigantisches Firmenimperium hinterließen. Dadurch hatte sie so viel Geld, das sie es niemals alles ausgeben könnte. Da sie geschwisterlos war, hätte sie sofort zur Chefin des riesigen Unternehmens aufsteigen könne. Doch sie überließ diese Aufgabe lieber den Leuten, die das konnten. Und so lief das Unternehmen nun weiter erfolgreich und Kirsten hatte weiterhin ein Vermögen, das Sie genießen konnte, es auszugeben.

Außerdem war sie schön. Nicht nur schön in dem Sinne, das man ihr hinterher sah. Nein, sie war so schön das man wie gebannt stehen bleiben musste und nicht fassen konnte, wie schön ein Mensch sein könne. Sie war 1,75 Meter groß, wog 55 kg und hatte langes tief dunkel braunes Haar, das ihr seidenweich den Rücken hinunterlief. Ihre Haut war perfekt getönt, nie zu sehr, das es unnatürlich wirkte. Ihr Körper war eine Symphonie für die Augen. Sie war schlank, aber nicht dürr. Ihre Haut straffte sich, dank sündhaft teurer Cremes, über ihren Körper ohne dabei ein Gramm Fett zu zeigen oder Muskeln hervortreten zu lassen. Das war das Ergebnis eines perfekt ausgewogenes Fitness Programms. Ihre Brüste waren eher als klein zu bezeichnen, was zur Zeit als schöner galt als riesige dicke Titten, und hatten eine makellose Apfelform.

Sie lebte ein traumhaftes Leben. Sie genoss die Tage mit Sport und Massagen. Sie lies sich von vorne bis hinten bedienen. Sie ging shoppen und auf Partys. Sie lies sich bei jeder angesagten High Society Feier sehen und war immer im Mittelpunkt. Sie wurde von Scharen Menschen umgeben, die sich in ihrem Glanz sonnten. Sie wurde von Männern gleichermaßen wie von Frauen umbuhlt, die alle alles für sie taten.

Doch sie ließ niemals jemanden näher an sich heran.

Denn genau dieses perfekte Leben war ihr Problem. Es war zu perfekt. Sie hatte keine Sorgen, keine Nöte. Alle waren immer nur nett zu ihr und kein Mensch konnte ihr etwas anhaben.

Und so hatte vor 4 Jahren ihr zweites Leben begonnen, geboren aus Langeweile.

Aus Angst ihren Ruf und das Ansehen und Erbe ihrer Eltern in Gefahr zu bringen, hatte Kirsten nie sexuelle Beziehungen zu anderen Menschen gehabt. Doch ihr Körper schrie nach sexueller Zuneigung.

Und so hatte Kirsten im späten alter von 22 mit ihrer Sexualität zu experimentieren angefangen.

Durch ihren Reichtum war es ihr möglich jede Art von Sex und Perversion auszuleben, ohne das es bekannt wurde.

Sie lies sich zuerst nur Männer, doch später ausschließlich Frauen aus anderen Länder einfliegen um es mit ihnen auf jede erdenklich art und weise zu treiben. Danach wurden diese Personen mit einem Schweigegeld bezahlt und wieder in die Vergessenheit zurück geschickt. All ihr Untreiben konnte sie in der riesigen Villa außerhalb der Stadt ausleben, ohne das es jemand mitbekam.

Denn dafür gab es Magda. Magda war eine 45 jährige Frau aus New York. Offiziell war sie nur eine weitere Angestellte von Kirsten, aber in Wahrheit war sie ausschließlich für Kirsten körperlichen Wünsche da. Kirsten hatte eine Idee, schrieb sie auf und Magda setzte diesen Wunsch um.

Kirsten hatte z.B. Bilder einer russischen Ballerina gesehen, die es ihr sehr antaten. Also schrieb sie den Namen des Mädchens auf und ließ den Zettel für Magda liegen. 2 Wochen später kam Kirsten von ihrem Sport zurück in die Villa und auf ihrem Bett lag eben diese Ballerina, splitter faser nackt.

Auch wenn sie kein Wort russisch konnte, vergnügte sich Kirsten die ganze Nacht mit ihr. Als sie am nächsten Morgen aufwachte, war das Mädchen weg.

So lief es immer.

Keine Fragen, keine Skandale, keine Probleme. Magda machte alles möglich.

Doch durch die Einfachheit alles erdenklich ausprobieren zu können, wurden aus Kirstens Wünschen schnell immer ausgefallenere und perversere Vorstellungen.

Doch Magda machte alles Möglich. Anonym und diskret.

Und so saß Kirsten nun in diesem Taxi und musste sich anstrengen ein zittern zu unterdrücken.

Sie wusste nicht was sie erwarten würde, denn in Laufe der letzten paar Monate hatte Kirsten, angeregt durch das Internet, zu viele Fantasien und Wünsche aufgeschrieben, als das Magda hinterher kam.

Sie wusste nur, das sie zu der angegebenen Zeit auf einer bestimmten Toilette des Frankfurter Hauptbahnhofes sein müsse.

Sie hatte sogar Angst, denn vor langer Zeit hatte sie Magda aufgetragen, das es keine Notwörter geben solle.

Wenn sie wollte, das heute nichts passieren soll, dann müsste sie nur wieder nach Hause fahren. Doch wenn „Es” angefangen hat, dann würde es laufen und Kirsten könnte es nicht mehr stoppen. Denn die Menschen, mit bursa escort denen sie bei solchen Treffen konfrontiert wurde, wussten niemals, wer Kirsten wirklich war. Das war ein Teil der Sicherheit. Aber es würde auch niemand auf sie Rücksicht nehmen. Das war was sie wirklich wollte.

Außerdem, und das was auch etwas neues, würde Kirsten heute in der Öffentlichkeit auf ihre Fantasie treffen. Deshalb hatte Kirsten eine Baseball Mütze auf und ihr Gesicht wurde durch eine große Sonnenbrille verdeckt. Sie trug weite einfache Kleidung und niemand würde sie erkennen.

Als das Taxi vor dem Bahnhof anhielt, zögerte Kirsten noch einmal. Doch ihre blank rasierte Vagina, die in ihrem mittlerweile nassen Höschen vor sich hin pulsierte, hatte längst für sie entschieden.

Also bezahlte sie den Fahrer und stieg aus.

Durch ihrer Geilheit getrieben ging sie strammen Schrittes durch die dreckigen, menschenüberfüllten Gänge des Bahnhofs.

Als sie in die abgelegenere Teile des Gebäudes kam, sah sie immer wieder Gruppen, von betrunkenen, verwahrlosten Menschen, die lautstark in ihrem Rausch diskutierten.

Wie sehr sich doch ihr Leben, von Kirstens unterschied…

Doch endlich hatte Kirsten ihr Ziel erreicht. Eine abgelegene Toilette.

Sie ging in den Frauenteil und musste schwer schlucken, als ihr der Gestank von Kot und Urin entgegenschlug. In der Toilette waren 6 Kabinen die durch flackerndes Licht beleuchtet wurden.

Sie ging, wie es auf den Aneisungen stand, in die letzte der Kabinen. Erst da merkte sie, das in der vorletzten Kabine sich gerade jemand übergab.

Einen Würgreiz unterdrückend setzte sich Kirsten auf die heruntergeklappte Klobrille und schaute auf ihre Uhr.

14.55 Uhr. Noch 5 Minuten Zeit.

Also las sie, die Würgegeräusche ignorierend, die üblichen Schmierereien.

Ihr Herz raste wie wild. Was würde nur mit mir passieren, dachte sie, während ihre Hände wie von selbst in ihren Schoß gingen und dort gegen ihre leicht geschwollene Vagina drückten.

Was würde nur passieren. Sie hatte so vieles in letzter Zeit für Magda aufgeschrieben, das sie sich gar nicht mehr erinnern konnte. Außerdem hatte Kirsten niemals Details aufgeschrieben. Darum kümmerte sich stets Magda und bewies dafür sehr viel Fantasie.

Einmal hatte Kirsten aufgeschrieben, das sie von einer Domina ausgepeitscht werden wollte.. Das sie dafür eines Nachts mit verbundenen Augen entführt wurde und an einen unbekannten Ort gebracht wurde, wo sie kopfüber an ein Kreuz gebunden wurde und sich drei maskierte Frauen mit ihr beschäftigten, war Ursprung Magdas Feder.

Kirsten glaubte, das Magda sogar genoss, die Fantasien der jungen Frau zu erfüllen und zu erweitern.

Kirsten wurde aus ihren Gedanken gerissen als die Tür zu ihrer Kabine plötzlich aufgestoßen wurde und eine alte Frau sie gierig angaffte.

Die Frau sah aus, als sei sie über 60, doch konnte sie durch jahrzehntelangen Alkohol- und Zigarettenkonsum älter aussehen, als sie tatsächlich war.

Ihr massiger Leib, der gut und gerne 120 kg wiegen mochte, war durch eine Ansammlung verschiedenster alter, verdreckter Kleidungsstücke verborgen. Ihre grauen strähnigen Haare klebten speckig an ihrem unförmigen Kopf.

Die Alte drängte sich ohne Umschweife in die Kabine, fasste Kirsten am Kragen und drückte diese an die rückwärtige Wand.

„Du bist also die, um die ich mich kümmern soll.” grunzte sie die Alte an, wobei Kirsten ihre verfaulten dreckigen Zähne zu sehen bekam und ihr eine Woge aus Schweiß-, Nikotin- und Alkoholgeruch entgegenschlug.

Kirsten konnte nichts sagen, da sie leicht würgen musste. Stattdessen nickte sie nur leicht. In Kirstens Augen stand die Angst geschrieben. Wo hatte sie sich da nur hineinmanövriert?

Die Alte grinste schief und presste ihre Lippen auf Kirstens Mund. Ohne Umschweife drängte sie ihre Zunge in Kirstens Mundhöhle, in der sie suchend umher bohrte.

Kirsten war fassungslos. Der Mundgeruch und Geschmack, der mit der Zunge der Alten in ihrem Mund entstand, war betäubend. Außerdem musste Kirsten feststellen, das der Oberlippenbart der Alten sie unangenehm beim Küssen kitzelte.

Die Alte drückte sie weiterhin mit beachtlicher Kraft an die schmutzige Toilettenwand und küsste sie tief und heftig. Kirsten hingegen war durch Ekel und Angst so gebannt, das sie sich nicht im Mindesten wehrte.

„Na dann komm mal mit. „ sagte die Alte, ergriff Kirstens Handgelenk und zerrte sie aus der Kabine.

Die Alte humpelte leicht, erreichte aber ein enormes Tempo, als sie Kirsten durch die Gänge des Bahnhofs führte. Andere Obdachlose machten obszöne Bemerkungen zu der Alten, als sie an ihnen vorbei kamen, die Kirsten aber kaum zur Kenntnis nahm. Kirsten lies den Blick gesenkt, aus Angst doch irgendwie erkannt zu werden. Sie zitterte am ganzen Leib, doch das war der Nervenkitzel den sich Kirsten gewünscht hatte. In ihrem Bauch kitzelte es schon deutlich.

Ihre Wanderschaft ging aus dem çanakkale escort Bahnhof heraus und noch einige hundert Meter durch verlassene Seitestrassen bis sie in einem verlassenen, dreckigen Hinterhof ankamen.

Der Hof war von anscheinend verlassenen Gebäuden umgeben und mit Abfall überhäuft. Im hinteren Teil des Hofes war eine Art verfallenem Schuppen, der mit Wellblechplatten abgedeckt war.

Aus den Augenwinkeln konnte Kirsten Ratten durch die Müllberge huschen sehen.

Die Alte führte sie in den Schuppen, der mit, von anderen Leuten weggeworfenen Möbel eingerichtet war. Sonnenlicht fiel durch etliche Löcher in den Wänden und der Decke. Überall lagen schmutzige Kleidungsstücke und leere Bierflaschen herum.

Kirsten wurde von der Alten in eine Ecke auf eine Matratze gestoßen, wo sie ängstlich liegen blieb. Die Alte fing unterdessen an sich eine Zigarette zu drehen, während sie auf Kirsten einredete.

„Hör zu, du kleines Flittchen: Es ist mir egal, wie du heißt und wer du bist. Ich weiß nur, das ich viel Geld bekomme, wenn ich ein wenig Spaß mit dir habe. Mir wurde gesagt, das ich keine Fragen stellen soll, also lass ich es. Du wirst tun, was ich dir befehle, ansonsten setzt es Schläge, verstanden?”

Kirsten nickte.

„Dann komm mal her, ich will sehen, was ich an dir habe.” Sagte die Alte und zündete sich ihre Zigarette an.

„Ich heiße übrigens Waltraud, aber für dich bin ich Frau Müller.”

Kirsten stand auf und stellte sich vor Waltraud. Diese schlug ihr mit einer ungelenken Bewegung die Mütze vom Kopf. Dann nahm sie Kirsten die Brille ab und Kirsten musste gegen die Sonnenstrahlen Blinzeln, was ihr wunderschönes Gesicht noch hübscher wirken lies.

„Na du bist ja nen ganz hübsches Flittchen. Ich freu mich schon, wenn den hübsches Gesicht zwischen Waltrauds saftigen Schenkeln verschwindet!” hauchte ihr die Alte mit einem Schwall Zigarettenrauch ins Gesicht. Kirsten überlief eine Gänsehaut und ihre Beine zitterten merklich. Doch zeitgleich spürte Kirsten auch schon die Feuchtigkeit aus ihrem Höschen austreten. Sie war bis aufs Äußerste erregt.

Waltraud nestelte an Kirsten herum und zog Ihr Pullover, T-Shirt und Jeanshose aus, so das sie bin in Sekunden bis auf ihr feuchtes Unterhöschen und den Turnschuhen nackt vor der Alten stand. Einen BH trug sie nur beim Sport.

Die Alte trat zurück und ließ ihren Blick lüstern über Kirstens Körper wandern, bis er auf ihrem Schritt hängen blieb. Der hellblaue Slip war im unteren Bereich deutlich dunkel verfärbt. Kirsten lies den Kopf schamvoll gesenkt.

„Du alte Sau, du bist ja ganz feucht im Schritt.” Lachte Waltraud. Sie ließ ihre Hand vorstoßen zwischen Kirstens Schenkel. Kirstens Beine wurden auseinandergedrückt durch Waltrauds kräftigen Hände, welche ihre Schamlippen unsanft durch den feuchten Stoff kneteten. Dadurch wurde noch mehr Flüssigkeit aus der reifen Frucht gepresst, in Waltrauds Hand, und Kirsten entglitt ein lustvolles Keuchen.

„Na, du hast dich wohl in Waltraud verliebt, so nass wie du bist. Aber warte, das treibe ich dir noch aus.” Grunzte die Alte und riss ihr den feuchten Slip vom Leib. Kirsten stöhnte. Zum Vorschein kam Kirstens Heiligtum. Ihre Vagina. Blankrasiert, gebräunt und makellos. Ihre Schamlippen waren leicht geschwollen und glänzten feucht. Die Inneren Schamlippen ragte leicht über die äußeren hinaus. Der krönende Abschluss, für das Kunstwerk, das Kirstens Körper bildete.

Waltraud griff auf den Boden, nahm ein Seil und legte eine Schlaufe über Kirstens Kopf um ihren Hals. Kirstens Augen verfolget das Seil und sah, das das andere Ende, des ca. 5 Meter langen Stücks, in einen schweren Stützpfeiler vernietet war. Sie könnte sich mit diesem Seil in der Hütte bewegen, sie aber nicht verlassen.

Die Alte lies sich auf der Matratze nieder und zerrte Kirsten an ihren Haaren mit hinunter. Sie legte sich Kirstens nackten Körper über ihren Schoß und ließ ihren schmutzigen Hände über ihre Rückseite wandern.

Kirsten wand sich, ihr Gesicht drückte in die stinkende Matratze, während Waltrauds Hände nun genüsslich die apfelförmigen zarten Pobacken vor ihr kneteten. Dabei fuhr ein Finger durch die Poritze über die rosarote Rosette, zwischen die geschwollenen Schamlippen bis hinein in Kirstens feuchtes Loch und bohrte ungelenk darin herum.

Kirsten keuchte geil auf.

„Waltraud zeigt dir heute mal was Lust bedeutet, du kleines Lesben Flittchen. Aber erst mal werde ich etwas Farbe auf deinen Arsch zaubern.”

Mit diesen Worten fing Waltraud an Kirsten den Arsch zu versohlen. Mit lauten Klatschen schlug Waltrauds Hand auf die strammen Pobacken nieder, die schnell eine leuchtend rote Farbe annahmen. Doch Kirsten schrie nicht, nicht einmal bei den härtesten Schlägen. Stattdessen spreizte sie ihren Beine etwas, in der Hoffnung, das sich Waltrauds Hand noch mal in ihre Fotze verirrte. Denn tatsächlich erregte sie dieser Akt bis ins unermessliche.

Waltraud merkte dieses und, durch das Ausbleiben çankırı escort der Schmerzensschreie enttäuscht, schlug sie nun zweimal schnell und kräftig zwischen die gespreizten Schenkel. Es klatschte und spritze, da Kirstens Lustsaft durch die Luft flog. Kirsten schrie laut auf. Und obwohl sie sich Beachtung ihrer Spalte gewünscht hatte, presste sie ihre Schenkel unweigerlich wieder zusammen.

Kirsten zitterte vor Lust und Schmerz am ganzen Leib.

„Du hast immer noch zu viel Spaß an der Sache, das gefällt mir nicht. Aber Waltraud hat noch mehr auf Lager, warte nur ab.” Raunzte ihr die alte ins Ohr.

Kirsten spürte, wie ihre mittlerweile empfindlichen Pobacken auseinander gezogen wurden. Dann hörte sie das widerliche Geräusch, wenn jemand Schleim hoch würgte. Waltraud sammelte eine beachtliche Menge Raucherschleim in ihren Mund und lies dieses mit einem lauten Klatschen direkt auf die offenbarte Rosette vor ihr fallen. Kirsten wand sich vor Ekel.

Doch sofort bohrte sich ein dicker gnubeliger Finger in ihr Arschloch und nutzte den widerlichen Schleim als Gleitmittel. Der Finger teilte gewaltsam die Rosette und drang tief ein. Kirsten schrie und Waltraud lachte:” Na, jetzt weiß ich was dir gut tut!” während ihr Finger in dem Poloch herumbohrte, als suche sie etwas.

Kirsten wand sich auf Waltrauds Beinen. Doch so sehr ihr Po auch von dem Finger vergewaltigt wurde, Kirsten wurde immer geiler. Das war es, was sie brauchte. Sie hatte im Lauf der Zeit festgestellt, je perverser und grausamer der Akt war, um so mehr genoss ihr Körper es. Das war ihr Fluch, das war ihr Segen.

Nachdem ihr After sich geweitet hatte, ließ der Schmerz nach und das geile Gefühl des penetrierenden Finger gewann die Oberhand, so das Kirsten unweigerlich anfing zu stöhnen. Kirsten war auf dem besten Weg zu einem Orgasmus. Doch das schien auch Waltraud zu spüren, da sie plötzlich den Finger aus Kirstens Arschloch zog, die leise enttäuscht ausatmete. Waltraud drehte grob Kirsten um, damit sie nun freien Zugriff auf deren Vorderseite hatte. Kirstens Körper bog sich durch, da ihr Kopf und ihre Beine nun links und rechts von Waltrauds Beinen herunterhingen. Sie spreizte leicht ihre Beine auseinander, da sie hoffte, das sich die Alte nun endlich um ihre vor Geilheit triefende Fotze kümmern würde. Der Raum wurde von einem ihr sehr bekannten Geruch erfüllt, der Geruch von Kirstens Lustsäften. Es bedarf nur noch einiger geschickten Manipulationen ihres Kitzlers und sie würde einen herrlichen Höhepunkt erleben.

Doch Waltraud griff stattdessen nach Kirstens Brustwarzen, die steil von ihren gestrafften Brüsten abstanden. Die rauen Finger nahmen ihre Warzen in zangenähnlich Griffe und kniffen und verdrehten sie äußerst schmerzhaft. Kirsten wollte vor Schmerz ihren Oberkörper aufrichten, um den brutalen Fingern zu entkommen und strangulierte sich beinahe selbst. Das Seil verlief nun unter Waltrauds massigem Gesäß und lies Kirsten kaum Bewegungsfreiheit. Ihre Hände wollte Kirsten nicht einsetzen, da sie Angst davor hatte, das Waltraud sie dann da auch noch fesseln würde. Also lies sie Folter ihrer steinharten Brustwarzen über sich ergehen und biss sich auf die Unterlippe.

Waltraud unterdessen genoss den Akt sehr. Der Anblick des gespannten makellosen Körpers dieser unbekannten Schönheit, war an sich schon eine Wonne. Das sie damit verfahren konnte, wie sie wollte, ohne das sich ihr „Opfer” richtig wehrte, war ein Traum. Waltraud war nie lesbisch gewesen, doch nach jahrzehntelangen Leben auf der Strasse, ohne Sex, würde sie es sogar mit einem Hund treiben, wenn diese von ihrem Geruch nicht immer fliehen würden.

Sie würde in aller Ruhe von diesem Körper kosten und sie dazu bringen, alle ihre verbotensten Sexträume zu erfüllen.

Die Brustwarzen zwischen ihren Fingern fühlten sich herrlich an, und das Mädchen auf ihrem Schoß wand sich unter ihren Fingern. Waltraud lies eine Warze los und beugte sich nach vorne. Dann nahm sie eine der mittlerweile dunkelroten Nippel in den Mund und saugte genüsslich daran, während die andere weiter verdreht und gezogen wurde.. Es war herrlich von etwas so reinem zu kosten.

Als Waltraud merkte, das Kirstens stöhnen nun langsam sich von schmerzvoll zu lustvoll änderte, biss sie sadistisch mit ihren verfaulten Zähnen zu.

Kirsten lies einen hellen Schrei los und ihr Körper bockte unkontrolliert unter dem heftigen Schmerz.

Danach lies Waltraud von den Brustwarzen ab und kümmerte sich um die Vagina. Sie spreizte Kirstens Beine und betrachtete die vor ihr offenliegende glänzende Scham. Die Schamlippen waren nun deutlich geschwollen und zwischen ihnen trohnte der nun sichtbar hervortretende Kitzler. Waltraud lies einen Finger langsam durch die Spalte fahren und war beeindruckt, wie feucht eine Frau werden konnte. Kirsten, die durch die Brustwarzenfolter nun wieder weit von ihrem benötigten Orgasmus entfernt war, stöhnte lustvoll auf und entspannte sich wieder etwas. Die Finger der Alten waren beinahe zärtlich.

Doch der Schein trog. Waltraut drückte mit den Fingern der einen Hand das Fleisch rund um den geschwollenen Kitzler vorsichtig in ihren Leib, so das er nun schutzlos in seiner Pracht abstand. Die Spitze des Mittelfingers der anderen Hand streichelte so zärtlich wie möglich über den Lustknopf.

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Es war, wie immer früh morgens, noch dunkel draußen. Ich packte meine sieben Sachen zusammen und begab mich in Richtung Bushaltestelle. Wie immer begrüßte ich auf halbem Wege einige Freunde, wobei wir dann immer eine rauchten und uns unterhielten. Und wie immer morgens um diese Zeit ging wieder dieses süße Girl an uns vorbei. Ich wusste noch nicht einmal, wie sie hieß, aber aufgefallen war sie mir schon immer. Sie war etwas kleiner als ich, ca 1,70. Sie war schlank und hatte lange schwarze Haare und ein niedliches, jugendliches aber irgendwie überlegenes Gesicht.

Immer ging sie erhobenen Hauptes an uns vorbei, als ob sie uns gar nicht sah. Ihre Figur war unglaublich, ich musste mich jedesmal wundern, wenn ich sie sah. Sie war schlank, wie gesagt, hatte, soweit ich es beurteilen konnte, hatte große Brüste und lange Beine. Sie trug oft diese schwarzen, dünnen Hosen, welche die Figur so gut betonen, manchmal auch echt enge Jeans und wenn sie am Nachmittag zur selben Zeit an der Haltestelle nach Hause kam wie ich, wenn es schon hell war, dann konnte man manchmal die Umrisse ihres Slips erkennen. Das machte mich immer an! Ich sorgte für gewöhnlich dafür, dass ich nach ihr aus dem Bus stieg, damit ich hinter ihr gehen, und sie ausgiebig betrachten konnte. Ich weiß nicht, ob sie das bemerkte. Naja, jedenfalls ging sie auch auf meine Schule. Sie war im Jahrgang direkt unter mir, soviel wusste ich. Demnach musste sie sechszehn oder siebzehn sein, ein gutes Alter, denn ich war ja selbst erst achtzehn…

“Komm schon, Stefan!” sagte Dennis, einer von den Kumpels, bei denen ich stand und rief mich aus meine Gedanken. Hmm, Dennis musste doch auch in ihrem Jahrgang sein, oder…? Wir gingen jedenfalls Richtung Bushaltestelle und als wir ankamen sah ich sie schon dort stehen, mit ihrer Freundin, die immer mit ihr zusammen dort stand. Ihre Freundin sah nicht ganz so gut aus, war aber auch irgendwie niedlich. Noch ein wenig kleiner, mit dunkelblonden Haaren. Sie war auch nicht ganz so schlank. Nicht dick, aber auch nicht so recht schlank. Jedenfalls sah sie ganz niedlich aus.

Ich traf einige weitere Freunde, es wurde ein wenig morgendlicher Small Talk gehalten, wie das eben so ist. Irgendwann kam dann er Bus und wie immer entstand ein Gedränge, weil alle zuerst den warmen Hafen, und viel wichtiger, die Sitzplätze erreichen wollten. Zufälligerweise passierte es heute, dass das süße Mädchen und ihre Freundin auch an der hinteren Tür standen und sich ins Gedränge warfen. Wie mir das recht war! Ich blieb kurz stehen, so dass die Süße direkt vor mir stand. Als der Bus dann um die Ecke kam, und sich das Gedränge intensivierte, fasste ich an ihren Hintern. Ich merkte sofort, dass sie wieder diese dünne Hose anhatte, denn man konnte die Umrisse des Slips fühlen. Boah! Das tat gut. Sie war warm und weich, eben perfekt. Doch offenbar hatte sie etwas gegen meine Streicheleinheiten, denn sie blickte sich böse um. Glücklicherweise fanden ihren Augen Dennis und ich war aus dem Schneider. Armer Kerl. Ich hatte jdenfalls einen richtigen Steifen und fühlte mich auf der ganzen Fahrt angenehm warm und gut.

Der Bus, der uns zur Schule fuhr, brachte uns leider nicht direkt vor die Tür, sondern nur einige Straßen weiter. Man musste den Rest des Weges zu Fuß gehen. Allein, wie immer, machte ich mich auf den Weg. Es war nicht weit, und in zehn Minuten gut zu schaffen. Ich schaltete meinen Walkman ein und genoß noch immer die Berührung von vorhin, als plötzlich zwei Arme nach mir griffen. Links und rechts. Ein wenig erschrocken drehte ich die Musik aus. “… bist?” Ich drehte mich um und zu meinem Unverständnis waren es die beiden Mädchen. Ich fürchtete zunächst, sie hätte rausgefunden, wer ihr da vorhin am Hintern… “Hi Du. Kann es sein, dass Du ein Jahrgang über uns bist?” wiederholte sie ihre Frage. “Hallo. Ja, ich glaube das stimmt. Aber wer seid ihr beiden?”

“Ich bin Susi.” sagte die Schwarzhaarige. “Hi. Ich bin Petra.” sagte die andere. “Schön,” sagte ich “ich bin Stefan. Was gibt es denn?” Es war für mich ungewöhnlich, Kontakt mit den anderen Jahrgängen zu haben, doch bei diesen beiden machtes es mir absolut nichts aus. Ansonsten war es wohl üblich, dass auch zwischen den Jahrgängen viel Austausch stattfand. Deswegen leuchtete es mir auch ein als sie sagte: “Ich weiß sogar, wer Du bist. Wir haben von ein paar Leuten gehört, dass Du einer der besten Schüler deines Jahrgans bist und da wollten wir fragen, ob Du nicht Zeit hast, uns ein wenig in diversen Fächern zu helfen?” Soso, dachte ich mir. Um Nachhilfe geht es also. Puh. Gerne doch!

“Klar,” sagte ich, “um welche Fächer geht es?” Susi sah Petra an, und so fing sie an: “Bei mir sind es Chemie bitlis escort und Politik.” “Und ich habe Schwierigkeiten in Englisch und Biologie.” ergänzte Susi. Perfekt. Bio und Englisch waren meine Leistungsfächer, in welchen ich mich tatsächlich recht gut auskannte. “Ja, gut. Aber ich weiß nicht, ob ich genug Zeit habe, in vier Fächern einzeln nachzuhelfen. Die Fächer sind übrigends kein Problem. Wenn ihr mit Mathe gekommen wärt…”. Susi lächelte mich an. “Schon gut. Wir würden dich auch bezahlen. Wir können uns einmal die Woche zu dritt bei mir treffen. Dann kannst Du uns beiden helfen! Am besten Freitags, da sind meine Eltern nachmittags beide nicht da.” Sehr gut, dachte ich. Es war schier unglaublich, dass die beiden mit so einer Idee an mich herangetreten waren. “Gut. Wir können und am nächsten Freitag dann treffen. Ich bereite eine kleine Übersicht über die Themen vor! Und mit der Bezahlung, das können wir noch besprechen!” Mir schwebte da schließlich etwas ganz besonderes vor.

So kam es also, dass ich die beiden schließlich kennenlernte. Jetzt wusste ich, wie die Süße hieß. Susi. Ein schöner Name!

II Bei Susi zu Hause

Die ganze Woche über fieberte ich dem Freitag entgegen. Ich freute mich darauf, wieder Kontakt zu Susi zu bekommen, denn außer um mir eine kurze Wegbeschreibung zu ihrem Haus zu geben, hatte sie nicht mit mir gesprochen. Wir wollten uns um fünfzeh Uhr treffen. Also noch genügend Zeit, um nach der Schule eine Kleinigkeit zu essen und die Themen vorzubereiten. Ich hatte keine Vorstellung, wie lange die beiden lernen wollten und ausserdem war es die erste “Stunde”. Also bereitete ich nicht so viel vor. Kurz vor drei machte ich mich auf den Weg, denn Susi wohnte wirlich nur eine Straße weiter.

Obwohl es in diesem Herbst morgens knackig frisch war, war es am Nachmittag recht angenehm. Ich nahm nur eine dünne Jacke mit, und band die Bücher und den Block zusammen. Ich klemmte sie mir unter den Arm, wie es die Leute früher gemacht haben. Ich klingelte an der Tür. Als Susi öffnete, fiel ich die kleine Treppe beinahe herunter! Sie sah unglaublich aus; barfuß, trug eine eng anliegende Stoffhose und ein halbrund ausgeschnittendes Oberteil, was ihre Brüste prima zur Geltung brachte. Sie umarmte mich flüchtig zur Begrüßung, wobei ich ihr über den Rücken strich und den BH bemerkte. “Petra ist noch nicht da. Ich denke, ich zeige Dir erstmal alles während wir warten!” Sie führte mich durch das Haus und schließlich gelangten wir in der Wohnstube an, wo sie auf einem Tisch Platz geschaffen und Gläser bereitgestellt hatte. Leise Musik kam von irgendwo. Es war gemütlich. Mit einem Blick auf die Uhr fragte sie: “Wie lange kannst Du bleiben?” “So lange ihr mich braucht; allerdings hatte ich eigentlich nicht vor, so sehr lange zu bleiben, oder?” sagte ich. Andererseits hatte ich mir für den Abend extra nichts vorgenommen. “Gut, dann lass uns einfach anfangen, ja?” fragte sie. “Gut. Was machen wir zuerst?” Wir setzten gegenüber an den Tisch. “Bio. Da schreiben wir demnächst eine Klausur. Wir machen gerade Vererbung. So mit Chromosomen und so…”. Sie zeigte mir ihre Mappe, die ich kurz studierte. Sie hatte denselben Lehrer, welchen ich im Jahr zuvor gehabt hatte, was die Sache vereinfachte. “OK. Also pass auf. Das mit den Chromosomen ist eigentlich ganz einfach. Sie haben zwei Hauptformen, eine…” Es klingelte an der Tür. Susi sprang auf. “Ich komme gleich wieder.” Ich nutzte die Zeit, um mich ein wenig im Raum umzusehen. Dabei entdeckte ich ein Foto, was ein junges Mädchen, viellicht sechs oder sieben zeigte, das nackt in einem Plantschbecken stand. Es musste Susi sein. Ich betrachtete das Bild immer noch, als Susi und Petra in den Raum kamen. “Bist du das?” fragte ich, und Susi wurde rot. “Ja, da war ich noch ganz klein…” “Mhm. Gut, machen wir weiter. Also, die Chromosomen…” eine ganze Stunde erklärte ich ihr die Angelegenheit, bis ich das Gefühl hatte, das sie es verstanden hat. Petra machte so lange wohl Hausaufgaben oder so. Jedenfalls saß sie mit am Tisch und beobachtete uns. Einmal ging sie kurz um etwas zu Trinken zu holen. Dann war sie an der Reihe und Susi sagte, sie hätte noch was in der Küche zu tun, was mich wunderte. Warum sollte sie etwas in der Küche tun? Jedenfalls verdrückte sie sich. Ich war zu neugierig und so schlich ich ihr hinterher nachdem ich Petra mit dem Vorwand besänftigt hatte, ich müsste aufs Klo.

Zunächst schlich ich in die Küche, wo ich niemanden vorfand. Zum Glück kannte ich mich ja Dank Susi in der Wohnung aus. Als nächstes ging ich Richtung Susi’s Zimmer. Leise Bewegungen waren von dort zu hören. Ich schlich mich näher und späte durch den Schlitz der angelenhnten bolu escort Tür. Der Flur, in dem ich stand, war dunkel, also vom Zimmer aus nicht einzusehen. Dort sah ich sie! Sie stand mitten im Zimmer, gerade dabei, ihr Oberteil über den Kopf zu ziehen. Ich fragte mich, warum sie das wohl tat. Sie war halb von mir weggedreht, so dass ich ihr Profil sehen konnte, als die den BH öffnete. Um ihn bei Seite zu legen, musste sie sich in meine Richtung drehen, und ich konnte ihre schönen Brüste bewundern. Zu meinem Entzücken zog sie sich dann die Hose aus. Sie trug einen normalen Sportie-Slip, der sehr sehr gut an ihr aussah. Mir vielen beinahe die Augen aus, als sie ihn entschlossen runterzog. Ich konnte ihre gesamte Schönheit sehen. Völlig nackt stand sie nur drei Meter von mir entfernt, und doch konnte ich sie nicht berühren. Sie hatte sich die Schamhaare wegrasiert, das fiel mir als erstes auf. Doch leider dauerte die kleine unfreiwillige Peepshow nur kurz, denn sie nahm die Hose und begann, sie wieder anzuziehen. Jetzt begriff ich. Das kleine Biest wollte sich nur der Unterwäsche entledigen, um jemaden anzumachen. Wer konntes das nur sein, es waren ja so viele Leute hier? Als sie nach ihrem Top griff, schlich ich mich schnell ins Bad, um meine Tarnung nicht zu verlieren. Ich zog die Spülung und wusch mir extra laut die Hände. Als ich in den Flur trat, kam Susi gerade um die Ecke. Hier war es heller und ich konnte sofort ihre Brustwarzen durch den Top schimmern sehen.

Wir begaben uns zurück in die Wohnstube zu Petra, die über einer Reaktionsgleichung brütete. Kurz darauf war sie fertig. Ich schaute mir das Ergebnis an; sie hatte es richtig gelöst. Da alles fertig war, wollte sie sich nun verabschieden. Ich hoffte nur, dass Susi mich nicht rauswerfen würde. “Schade, dass Du schon gehen musst.” sagte sie zu Petra und ich sah, wie sie ihr zuzwinkerte. Ein abgekartetes Spiel? Dann drehte sie sich zu mir und fragte: “Bleibst Du noch einen Moment? Ich hätte da noch die eine oder andere Frage!” Diese Bitte konnte ich natürlich keinesfalls verneinen. Als wir Petra an der Tür verabschieded hatten sagte sie: “Ich mache uns was zu essen, und dann machen wir es uns ein wenig bequemer, ja? Dann kann man einfach besser lernen!” Ich nickte nur noch. Nie im Leben hätte ich geglaubt, dass die kleine Susi, die immer kalt und unbeteiligt an mir vorüber zum Bus gegangen war, schon bald solche Spielchen mit mir treiben würde. Ich kramte am Tisch ein wenig die Chemiesachen zusammen, die Petra gebraucht hatte. Dann ging ich in die Küche. Dort stand Susi und war gerade dabei, zwei Pizzas in den Ofen zu schieben. Wie zufällig fiel ihr dabei der Topflappen herunter und sie beugte sich vor um ihn aufzuheben, was mir natürlich einen großartigen Blick in ihren Ausschnitt gewährte, der ja ohnehin schon großzügig bemessen war. Sie ahnte ja nicht, dass ich ihr vorher beim Umziehen zugesehen hatte. Ich grinste sie wieder nur an. “In zwanzig Minuten sind die Pizzen fertig.” sagte sie. “Gut.” antwortete ich. Ich wollte mal sehen, ob ich sie nicht aus der Reserve locken konnte. “Dann lass uns noch gerade Bio machen, dann kann ich nach dem Essen verschwinden und störe nicht länger!” sagte ich. Das hatte gesessen. Sie schaute sichtlich enttäuscht drein. “Schon? Es ist doch erst halb sieben. Ich dachte, wir könnten vielleicht noch ein Video schauen oder so. Ich bin immer so allein am Freitag. Du weisst doch, dass meine Eltern erst spät kommen.” Gespielt überrascht erwiederte ich: “Nun gut. Ich schätze ich würde auch nur rumsitzen, denn ich kann heute abend das Auto von meiner Mutter nicht bekommen. Dann kann ich dir ja ein wenig Gesellschaft leisten.” Insgeheim freute ich mich natürlich riesig über das Angebot. Ich hoffte, dass ich sie heute noch rumkriegen würde, doch war ich mir nicht ganz sicher.

Sie stellte dann noch drei oder vier Fragen, die sie sich wohl vorher gut überlegt hatte, denn sie ließen sich in einigen Sätzen beantworten. Wir packten dann die Sachen zusammen, und holten die Pizzas aus dem Ofen. Als sie das Blech herausnahm, streckte sie mir verführerisch ihren Po entgegen. Ein weiteres Zeichen ihres eigentlich eindeutigen Vorhabens. Wir setzten uns mit den Tellern nebeneinander auf den Sofa und sie machte den Fernseher an. Das Video hatte sie wohl in weiser Voraussicht schon bereitgelegt. Wir aßen und schauten, so blieb wenig Zeit zu sprechen. Es war ein trauriger Film, mit vielen erotischen Anspielungen. Kein Sexfilm, aber sehr viele Anspielungen. Gegen Ende als der Held in den Armen seiner Freundin stirbt, musste Susi natürlich anfangen, zu weinen und folgerichtig in meinen Armen landen. Ich streichelte ihr über den Rücken und bemerkte einmal burdur escort mehr das Fehlen des BH’s. Sie schmiegte sich an mich und hatte plötzlich ihre Hand unter meinem Pullover. Gut. Sie hatte den erstem Schritt getan, dann durfte ich jetzt auch loslegen. Zunächst zog ich ihr Oberteil vorsichtig aus der Hose, und ließ meine hand auf ihrem Rücken daruntergleiten. Wir streichelten uns und dann küssten wir uns. Sie war unerfahren, doch nachdem ich ein wenig mit ihrer Zunge gespielt hatte, wurde sie sicherer. Wir sahen uns in die Augen. Dann zog ich ihr Oberteil über ihren Kopf und sie zog mir Pullover und T-Shirt aus. Ich stand vom Sofa auf, und drückte sie mit leichter Gewalt in ein liegende Positon. Nun brauchte ich ihr nur noch die Hose runterziehen und schon sah ich sie (wieder) nackt vor mir. Ich freute mich riesig und war so sehr erregt, dass meine Finger zitterten. Sie schiehn unsicher, und suchte immer wieder Augenkontakt. “Stefan,” sagte sie dann, “bitte sei vorsichtig. Es ist mein erstes Mal.”

“Keine Sorge.” raunte ich. Ich fing an, ihr die Füße zu massieren, arbeitete mich dann schnell höher zu ihren Schenkeln, die sie ein wenig verkrampft hielt. Ich streichelte sie auf und ab, wobei ich immer weiter zu den Innenseiten ging, bis ich dabei an ihre äußeren Schamlippen stieß. Sie war schon ganz feucht, wie ich bemerkte. Ein wenig von ihrem Saft lief aus ihr heraus auf das Sofa. Ich beugte mich über sie und küsste ihren Bauch, glitt mit der Zunge tiefer, bis ich an ihren Schamlippen war. Ich leckte den Saft auf, was ihr ein Stöhnen entlockte.

“Keine Angst.” sagte ich noch einmal. Dann steckte ich die Zunge in sie hinein, nur einige Zentimeter.

“Nein,” stöhnte sie, “tu’ es nicht mit der Zunge. Ich will dich spüren! Keine Angst, ich nehme die Pille.” Ich ließ also von ihr ab und öffnete erstmal meine Hose. Mann, war ich geil auf die Kleine. Schnell ließ ich die Unterhose auf den Boden fallen, damit sie nicht so lange warten musste, und legte mich über sie. Zunächst ließ ich mein Ding in Position auf ihrem Bauch liegen, damit sie es erstmal spüren konnte. Ich küsste sie wieder und sie hielt es kaum mehr aus. “Los, mach es endlich.” stammelte sie. Um sie abzulenken knabberte ich ein wenig an ihrem Ohr, und dann stieß ich ohne Vorwarnung in sie hinein. Sie zuckte nur kurz und ein paar Tränen sammelten sich in ihren Augen. Ich küsste sie weg und fing an, mich in ihr zu bewegen und immer wieder rythmisch zuzustoßen. Ihr lächeln kam schnell zurück, und sie begann, schneller zu atmen. Der Blick, der dabei auf ihrem Gesicht lag, ist schwer zu beschreiben. Ich konnte ihre Geilheit sehen, ihren Genuß. Es machte ihr sichtlich Spaß. Schon kamen wir beide beinahe gleichzeitig. Sie schrie einen lauten Seufzer aus sich heraus während ich in sie hineinspritzte. Es war einfach geil. Sie lächelte mich zufrieden an. “Boah. So geil habe ich mir das gar nicht vorgestellt!” Ich legte mich zu ihr und umarmte sie. Mit einer Decke, die neben dem Sofa lag, deckte ich uns zu.

Der Film war inzwischen zu ende, und nur statisches Rauschen zu sehen, als plötzlich das Bild wieder anging. Ein Sexfilm war auf dem Rest der Kassette. Wir sahen ihn uns an, und wurden erneut scharf auf einander. “Mach’s mir jetzt mit dem Mund.” sagte sie. Ich krabbelte unter die Decke und umfasste ihren Körper. Sie war so warm und weich. Ich legte meinen Mund an ihre heißes Loch und fing an, mit der Zunge darin herumzustöbern. Sie roch so anziehend. Ich fand ihren Kitzler, der erneut anschwoll, und nahm ihn vorsichtig in den Mund, was ihr wildes Stöhnen entlockte. Ich saugte daran und umspielte ihn mit der Zunge, bis Susi erneut heftig kam. Sie schüttelte sich. Mein ganzes Gesicht war verschmiert von ihrem jungfräulichen Saft. Es war so geil! Einem jungen Mädchen das erste Mal zu besorgen machte mich unheimlich an.

Unnötig zu erwähnen, dass ich es nun auch noch einmal ganz dringend brauchte. Ich drehte sie so, dass sie auf dem Bauch lag, und fasste dann von hinten in ihre Liebeshöhle. Ich benetzte meine Hand mit ihrem Saft, und rieb damit ihr Hinterteil ein. Dann legte ich mich über sie und brachte meien Stab genau zwischen ihre Beine. Ich drückte ihn voll in ihren Hintern, und sie stöhnte erneut auf, so intensiv war es für sie. Sie war so eng, was mich tierisch anmachte. Es bedurfte nur einiger kurzer Stoßbewegungen und ich kam in ihrem Hintern. Verschmiert von Körpersäften und zufrieden sanken wir zurück. Es war schon gegen neun Uhr und ich musste sehen, dass ich weg kam, denn ihre Eltern, sagte sie, kämen bald nach Hause. Und sie müsse noch saubermachen und duschen. Als sie das sagte, zwinkerte sie mir zu. Aber ich winkte ab. “Beeil’ dich besser. Das Duschen holen wir irgendwan nach.” Dann beeilte ich mich, unentdeckt nach Hause zu kommen…

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Summary of prior episode: Anna impulsively had sex last night with a young patient due for major surgery, other patients noticed and her staff are suspicious, now she must tell her husband.

Anna drove home in a dream after her shift ended. Her husband and two young children were not awake yet, it was a Sunday. She quietly slipped into the bathroom and ran a deep bath, throwing her semen stained underwear into the wash with other laundry and started a cycle. She began a long soak in the bath, thinking only of the coming conversation, with her husband James. When they married seven years ago, they promised to be absolutely honest with each other about everything. What happened last night was the first big test of this and their marriage.

The family was starting to stir and James shouted a greeting into the bathroom, as he helped the two and six year olds to dress. Anna shouted back cheerfully, but felt anything but. Getting out of the bath, after drying she put on a robe and went out to make breakfast for everyone. The kids came in to the kitchen and gave her a hug, James did the same, gripping her Ass longer than strictly necessary in front of the kids. Even after eight years, they were still in love and couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Anna went up to bed for a sleep after breakfast, whilst James took the kids to the park, on this bright, warm Autumn day. Sleep didn’t come of course and when she got up, she was determined to get her confession out of the way as quickly as possible. That opportunity arose, when the children went out to play in the garden. Anna made coffee for both of them and sat James down in the kitchen.

“Jamey, I’ve made a terrible mistake,” then Anna told her husband quietly, what had happened with Tim, the eighteen year old patient that night.

“Mistake, MISTAKE, that’s forgetting to pay a bill or fuel the car. This is a betrayal of me and the kids, your work ethics, possibly the end of your career, mistake you say.” James replied, struggling to control his fury.

“Did you enjoy it, did you come?”

“Don’t say that, don’t make it worse,” Anna replied, her head down, trying to avoid looking at him.

“Did you come?” James persisted.

“Yes, but you know me, I always come, that’s the way I am.”

“Yes a bitch and a whore; you know, before we married, you’re friends in London thought it a kindness to tell me about you’re reputation in the Hospital, all you’re boyfriends, the parties where you were the main attraction. I didn’t believe them, I should have shouldn’t I, SHOULD’NT I?” James was getting more upset.

“Yes, I suppose so, but look, I’ll resign, I’ll leave the hospital as soon as I can,” Anna replied, trying to placate him.

“Don’t be even more stupid, you know we can’t manage without the money and you’re not qualified for anything but Hospital Nursing.

No, you’ll have to go in tonight and try and sort it out with you’re colleagues. You got yourself into this mess, get yourself out.

I’ll sleep in the spare room for the moment, till we work out what must be done,” James finished speaking.

“Jamey, that’s not necessary, please, would you rather I hadn’t told you and broke our promise to each other?”

“Yes of course I would,” her husband replied.

The rest of Sunday passed in near silence, as Anna prepared the Sunday lunch, Roast Beef and Yorkshire pudding, her families’ favourite. James barely looked at or spoke to her. She thought about phoning in sick, but it would only delay the problem and might increase the other nurse’s suspicions.

Whilst her husband prepared the kids for bed, Anna got dressed for the night shift on the trauma and orthopaedic wards she was responsible for. On reaching the hospital, she followed the normal procedures, attended evening handover, then she gave her staff instructions what to do. In truth, they needed no direction, they were all very experienced. Nothing was said about last night by the other nurses, but the mood was strained, except with Phyllis, a tall West Indian women in her mid 40’s, she was always cheerful and hadn’t been at work last night.

Anna started the night meds round on the female ward, putting off her problems. On the men’s ward, Tim was one of her last stops. He looked much more cheerful and told her about the operation and how much better he felt already.

“I told you everything would be OK, didn’t I,” Anna told him with a smile.

Tim’s hand moved up her thigh, under her dress, across her stocking tops and started caressing her Ass.

“Now Tim, last night was a one off, we agreed, it was great though, honestly,” Anna said as she pulled away a little from him.

“Ok Anna, you can’t blame me for trying, you are stunning, you know that.”

“Why thank you sir,” Anna laughed as she left the room.

Now she couldn’t avoid it any longer, the four boys in room seven were still there as she entered the room.

“Have you been shagging little Timmy again, you minx?” Andrew, their apparent ringleader, asked her.

“I hope you got some rest today, you kozan escort must be tired out,” Andy said and the others sniggered.

Anna chose to ignore them, handed out the night medication and left as soon as she could, breathing a sigh of relief as she lent against the door outside. She then forgot them as she carried out a number of procedures, giving IV antibiotics, dressing surgical wounds and emptying wound drains.

At about three in the morning, Joanna from the male ward found her on the female ward, to tell her that Jack in room 7 was complaining of pain and was asking for analgesics. Anna’s anxiety started to rise again and she asked Joanna if she would come with her for moral support.

“Sister, I’m busy as it is, you’ll have to manage.”

The lights were on and Andrew was standing in the middle of the room. As she entered, one of the others moved behind her to block and close the door. The man in front of her was big, 6ft 5inches and heavily built. His complexion was dark from outside work, with coarse features and black curly hair, including thick chest hair. In short, he wasn’t Anna’s type at all.

“We’ve been thinking, haven’t we boys, is it fair that Tim gets fucked by you and not us? I mean there is no discrimination in the NHS, is there?” Andrew said.

“Don’t be silly, nothing of the sort happened,” Anna snapped back, becoming impatient with this nonsense.

Andrew indicated over her shoulder, where one of the others was swinging a stethoscope and mimed putting it against the wall.

“You won’t forget this, I’ve never had any complaints. You’ll forget little Timmy and hubby when I’ve finished with you. You won’t be able to sit down for a week, but you’ll have a permanent smile on your face,” Andrew smirked.

Anna had heard this sort of puerile nonsense before and the bigger the claims, the bigger the magnifying glass she had needed, when words were translated into action. Nevertheless she started backing away from the large, brutish builder in front of her. Someone grabbed her arms and effortlessly pinned them behind her.

“Don’t be a fool, I’m a Senior Nurse with two wards to run, this is assault, it’s rape,” Anna nervously replied, trying to maintain her authority.

“Don’t be in such a rush, it’s only assault, we’ll get onto rape later. Isn’t she keen for it boys?”

The rest of the boys all laughed again, but one, Billy, said,

“She’s right though Andy, she is responsible for the wards, we can’t.”

“If your scared Billy, lie on your bed and jerk off watching the rest of us doing her, it’s your loss.

She’s just another Tart anyway, shagging young patients, hardly normal NHS treatment, is it?” Andy replied.

Andy moved up to Anna and started un popping her front fastening nurse’s dress, then pulled it off, throwing it onto one of the beds. That seemed to shut them up, she knew she was a magnificent sight. For some reason, Anna had put on one of her “Saturday Night Specials”, the sexy and expensive Lingerie her husband bought her every Christmas. Why it was her present and not his, she had never really understood. This was their favourite and the first he had bought, it still fitted perfectly. The pink trimmed, white half cup bra, barely contained her firm 36D breasts or the large nipples. The matching thong was so brief, it barely covered her trimmed pubes and the thin string between her buttocks, hid none of her womanly, perfect buttocks. Her legs were covered by her normal hold up stockings.

No, she really couldn’t say it was an accident, putting on this provocative lingerie, she must have meant to, even subconsciously. Anna hung her head as the boys examined her, silently. She was a beautiful, intelligent women, these boys in front of her, could never have dreamed of. It was like a public service, a once in a lifetime offer for them to enjoy. With that thought, she raised her head and stared at them defiantly.

Andy took her arms and showed her off, pulling back the shoulders to emphasise her breasts and turning her round, to show her Ass.

“What a peach eh boys. Anna you’re spoiling us, but that can’t be NHS regulation underwear, surely?

What a beauty, it’s a pity to spoil it, Nah it’s not, she’s asking for it?”

With that, Andy reached at the bra between her breasts and ripped it off, then the same with the pants. He handed the bra to the boy behind her, who used it to roughly bind her arms behind her back.

One of them put a pillow on the edge of the small table in the centre of the ward. Andy lifted her easily with one arm and placed her Ass on the pillow then pushed her down, to lie uncomfortably on her bound arms. With the help of one of the others, they spread her thighs and Andy knelt down, putting his nose between the labia, to sniff, then started vigorously licking and sucking her vagina and clitoris.

“She’s wet already lads, I told you she was begging for it,” Andy turned round and said.

He was right to, she was soon arching her back, with breath hissing through her teeth, as she kumluca escort came. Once again her body and it’s needs had betrayed her. It was more her situation, than Andy’s treatment, that turned her on. She was in peril and at great risk of serious abuse, but somehow, it was truly erotic.

“Good girl, I said you’d enjoy it,” he said as he pulled her up roughly, to stand by the table.

Andy then pulled off his pyjama top, showing his broad, hairy chest, abdomen and beginnings of a beer belly. Then he pushed down the bottoms as the others gave encouragement. Anna looked down and her eyes widened with fear. His cock was dark red brown, 9 or 10 inches , but so thick with wide twisting veins on it’s surface, an ugly, brutish thing.

“Look, you can’t, I’m married, I have children, I’m here to look after you,” Anna said.

“That’s what you’re going to do, look after us, none of us has had a women in weeks, stuck in here, so that’s what we need,” Andy replied to general laughter.

“I’m not on the pill, you can’t.”

“Hey there may be a little Andy or Billy running around in 9 months,” Andy said over his shoulder.

“At least it will look better than you, if she’s the mother,” Jack said, to more general sniggering.

Andy turned her round to face the table,

“Spread your legs love.”

Anna held her thighs tightly closed and Andy gave her 7 or 8 hard slaps on the buttocks. She was more humiliated than hurt by this, but she spread her legs and bent forward.

“Now arch your back and raise you’re bum, so old Andy can see what he’s doing.”

Anna did what she was told, her stockinged thighs and buttocks, framing her vagina, as she rested her head and breasts on the pillow. She didn’t know if she was more frightened or excited at the prospect of coping with his massive cock, frightened probably.

Andy placed his large glans against her cunt and pushed in slowly but with great force, holding her hips firmly. Anna took two thirds of his length in the first thrust, she was so wet. She bit the pillow to try and supress a moan. Her arms were still tied, so she couldn’t move. Andy withdrew and drove in again, each time, lifting her onto tip toes, sometimes, off the floor completely and pushing the small table across the room. She couldn’t supress the moans now and Anna new she would come soon, giving the boys more reason to make degrading comments.

She was taking all Andy’s length by now and strangely proud of that. Anna had an initial orgasm, her legs beginning to shake. With a few harder strokes, she came massively, sweating, flushed, groaning loudly, then her legs gave way and she slumped towards the floor, held up by Andy’s still rigid cock and hands. There was quiet clapping and encouragement from the crowd, as if they were watching a tennis rally.

“Good one Andy,” one of them said

Andy withdrew from her and moved round the table, lifted her head and forced himself in when she opened her mouth. One of the other boys immediately replaced him in Anna’s gaping cunt. He was smaller and fucked her faster, she new he wouldn’t last long. Meanwhile Andy held the back of her head and simply fucked her mouth. She was good, but only managed just over a half of his length into her mouth and throat. She used her tongue and teeth on him, as he thrust hard, gagging at times with his penetration.

“She sucks like a Hoover boys,” Andy said smiling.

Then he grimaced, groaned deeply and emptied down her throat at his maximum penetration, holding her head in a strong grip, as he released jet after jet. She struggled to swallow, choking again. At the same time, the assailant in her cunt came to and Anna herself again. She would have slipped to the floor if the boys hadn’t held her up. Andy withdrew and wiped his cock over her face and eyes, she licked him when he came near enough to her mouth, as semen coated her face. He smiled down at her, profoundly satisfied and happy, but he still cleaned his cock on her hair.

Anna hated what had happened, she had been raped violently, but the sex had been fantastic. She stood up and turned to look at the remaining two boys, who were grinning and fully erect. She stood there, flushed, breathing hard, with her hands still tied behind her, not trying to hide herself. Her face had patches of semen, on her eyelids to, even in her ears and it was dripping onto her magnificent tits.

They both approached her together and bent her down over the table in the same position, with her face and breasts on the pillow. Anna unconsciously arched again, to open herself up for them and the first boy moved in and thrust violently, lifting her on her toes, as Andy had done. He kept up a furious pace, she knew he couldn’t maintain. When she thought he might come, he stepped away to let the other boy in, they were going to Tag Team her.

As the first boy withdrew, she had moved back to find him, to feed her own building orgasm. As she did, only just her head and shoulders were on the pillow and her tits dropped down below the edge of the lara escort table. The first boy grabbed his chance and her breasts as he knelt beneath her, kneading and biting them hard and nipping the large nipples. He bit down onto her abdomen to.

The two boys alternated, fucking her hard, without any relief, except as they changed over and continued working on her tits. Anna was coming, it seemed continuously, but one orgasm was merging into the next, under this assault. It lasted longer and was much more intense, even than the fucking Andy had given her, but she was fully aroused now, as turned on as she could ever remember and was coping with it better. Anna was making continuous growling, animal like noises into the pillow, oblivious to her work, her family, everything but the sensations she was experiencing.

Suddenly both boys stopped, pulled her up, turned her round and onto her knees, her hands still bound. They both offered their cocks and Anna sat up to reach them, sucking both to the hilt in turn, watching both their expressions intensely, enjoying their obvious pleasure. Then they squatted a little lower, pushing her semen covered breasts together and tit fucked her hard in turn, squeezing her breasts tight together. At one point, they tried both cocks at once and her ample cleavage accommodated them. They stood up again, both near orgasm and tried to get both cocks in her mouth, getting the glans in at least. They withdrew and started grunting with each jet of semen. Anna opened her mouth and took some of the sperm, the rest, the boys hosed over her face, into her hair, everywhere. She looked at them intensely and swallowed deliberately, so they could see she was taking their come down.

Both boys staggered back exhausted and Anna dropped back on her haunches, head down, waiting to be untied, completely spent as well.

“Come on girl, get over here and do some fluffing for the next round. You were fantastic, you know that, a £500 an hour whore couldn’t have performed better, you’re a star,” Andy said.

Anna’s head snapped up as she looked at him in horror.

“Are you mad, are you totally crazy? I’m running two wards, I will be missed by now, security will be coming soon,” Anna almost shouted.

“You’d better be quick then love,” Andy said, waving his semi erect penis.

There was nothing else she could say, she shuffled across the room on her knees, her arms still pinioned. Reaching the first boy, Anna searched between his legs with her mouth and sucked in his cock. She licked it’s length, tasting the semen and her juices. She sucked it right in, licking down it’s length and gently biting. Soon he was erect, the next was Andy and she found she could take down his full length, he responded quickly, as did the other two.

Anna sat back and started to cry, quietly, realising how long she had been away from work and how much trouble she was in. The brutality of the assault had worn her down and it wasn’t over.

Without a word, Andy rose, picked her up under one arm and carried her like a sack, back to the table. He put her Ass back on the pillow, her arms still bound and pushed her legs up and back to her breasts. He looked at her and slowly licked her anus.

“Noo-, you can’t with that thing, you’ll damage me, please, please,” Anna begged, as she continued to cry.

Andy ignored her and asked one of the boys for some gel in a tube by the sink. He liberally coated it around her anus and onto two thick fingers, then started working them into her rectum, making Anna grimace. He stood up and indicated for two of the others to keep her legs over her head, then positioned the head of his erect penis.

“Andy, Andy, I’ve done everything you wanted, please don’t, I know I can’t take,” Anna pleaded.

“Sure you can, you’re experienced, you’ve done this before, just relax as much as you can,” Andy replied, quietly, trying to soothe her.

He applied steady pressure with the large glans, continuing the pressure as the sphincter gave way, pushing in several inches. Her neck extended and most of her back arched off the table, as she hissed in real pain. The three other boys were fascinated, this was all new to them. Andy started slowly pumping her Ass, with a little more penetration each thrust.

When he was satisfied, Andy withdrew and the others admired his handiwork, Anna’s Ass was gaping and bleeding slightly. Andy turned to one of the boys,

“Get that footstall and lie across it Billy, that’s right.”

” Now you help me lift her.”

As they linked arms under hers and around her back, the other arms under her knees. So they raised her limp body, bent double with her knees squeezing her breasts and positioned her over Billy, with her back to him. Then they thrust her anus right down Billy’s cock to his groin. That bought Anna to life, her eyes snapped open as she went rigid and groaned. The two boys started lifting and thrusting her down hard and fast onto Billy, causing him as much pain as her.

Despite this savage assault, her orgasm built rapidly and washed over her, relaxing her anus, making it easier. Andy let go of her, though she was still supported. He moved to between her legs, which were still flexed up, looking into her sweat and semen covered face. Just at that moment the door opened quietly and someone looked in, Anna didn’t see or hear this.

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Laura’s Visit… And The
“One In A Million Challenge

I was happy to see that the plane was on time… soon I would see my Luv in person. Laura and I started chatting on IM a couple months ago, and our harmless, friendly, get to know you chat went from mild to wild. With the freedom and anonymity that fantasy ID names provide, all inhibitions are lost. You can, and do, say things that you may never say to a spouse or even your closest friend. Our chat sizzled.

Ah… there she is I said to myself as I saw her leave the plane. We had exchanged pictures, so there was no problem recognizing each other, but she was far more beautiful in person. We hugged a long close rocking hug and separated just enough to examine each others face and share a welcome kiss. Just a short respectful kiss with a slight touch of tongue… to announce to each other… this promises to be a fantastic 2 days. OMFG you taste good!!!

With just a carry on bag, we didn’t need to wait for her luggage… we went straight to the parking lot. As she slid into the passenger side, I got a fleeting glimpse of the top of her thigh high pull-ups. It was like an electric shook to my cock. I said to myself… relax Tiger or I won’t be able to drive.

The short, 15 minute drive to the hotel was filled with small talk about the flight, the weather in Dallas, and how hot it has been. I told her my plans for the evening starting with an early dinner, and then a few drinks at the comedy club, and an early night.

We checked in about 5 pm, and went to the room. We were just going to relax for a few minutes, but that glimpse of her thigh, and one look at the inviting Jacuzzi changed everything. I said, what do you think, Baby? She answered…”It’s just what I need. You know, I have no fear of flying, but I do find I sometimes get a little tense. That would relax me great.”

I said, Strip down gorgeous, while I turn it on. When I got back in the bedroom, she was down to her beautiful lacy bra and matching thong, and her thigh highs. What a mag-fucking-nificant sight. I couldn’t hold back. I threw my arms around her and we started a tongue dance kiss that lasted a full 3 or 4 minutes. During that time I had managed to remove her bra while she removed my shirt. We parted just long enough to remove the rest of our clothing and went into the Jacuzzi. These first class hotels do things right. The small refrigerator had a couple splits of champagne. I opened one and poured 2 glasses while Laura found the spot in the Jacuzzi that had a jet just right to play on her clit. We joked about how the hotel truly did prepare for everything.

Soft music was playing… drinking champagne… a jet on her clit… and her hand slowly squeezing and stroking my cock… there is no way it could be better than this. At Laura’s urging, I sat on the top of the spa and had my cock at face level with Laura. With the jet on her clit, and my cock in her face, she announced that she needed to cum, and that she wanted to make me cum at the same time. She started to suck my cock with the skill that only cums with someone who totally enjoys what she is doing. She is so fucking skilled that I didn’t last as long as normal, and as she broke away to tell me she was cumming, I shot a 3 ropes of cum… one on her face, one on her tits, and the last one in her mouth.

After we showered, we laid on the bed while we recovered from the intense cums that we both had enjoyed. Although we had cum together while chatting and phone sex and cams… this was unbelievable. Like it had been building up for months… and indeed it had been.

Dinner was great, and I’m not sure if it was the food, or the fact şehitkamil escort that Laura had her hand resting on my thigh through most of the dinner. Laura is soooooo fucking hot that a simple “hello” can sound like “cum fuck me hard cowboy… and I mean right now”.

The Improv was fun, and we laughed a lot. But, like a couple of luv sick, horny pups… we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. While she gently and sometimes not to gently, squeezed my cock through my pants, I had been able to slide my hand up her thigh and push her thong to the side so I could stroke her clit. We laughed politely, but I don’t think we really heard much of the stand-up comics routine.

Back at the hotel, we suddenly became very quiet and romantic. Kissing and cuddling and rubbing and stroking each other like a worship ceremony. Like we had both discovered something rare and beautiful and we didn’t want to hurt or break it.

I kissed and sucked her wonderful tits, and gently squeezed and rubbed them. As she lay quietly and the soft music played in the background, I licked and kissed my way to her delicious pussy. I paid tribute to her beauty and licked and sucked and stroked until she produced my reward by cumming all over my mouth and tongue. I went back to her mouth to share what I had received, and slipped my hard and hungry cock in her soft succulent cunt while we kissed. After a long, loving fuck we drifted off to sleep with my cock still in her tight little pussy.

Tonight was so different from what we had shared and planned and talked about in our chats and phone sex. That all seemed to be about, tell me what you want you dirty little cum slut … suck my fuckin cock and lick my ass, whore. If you wanna eat my cum you will have to work for it, bitch. We talked about titty twisting and pulling, pussy pounding and paddling, hair pulling, ass spanking and hard rough ass fucking…and name calling. But tonight was totally different.

But wait till tomorrow… things will be totally different, and I hope Laura is ready for it. Tomorrow is the “One in a Million challenge”, and I believe she will love it!!

Saturday at breakfast I announced that we had a full and fun day planned. I told Laura that I have arranged for a masseuse scheduled to come to the room and give her a super special massage.

When we got back to our suite after breakfast, the masseuse was waiting at our door. She had called my cell to let me know she was there.

Laura was excited and stripped down to her bra and thong. The girl named Monica, was about 35. She was extremely attractive with long dark hair, and the figure of a Playboy pin-up. She was dressed in a short button front white, nurse like uniform. She set-up the massage table and draped it with a sheet and towels. Laura smiled at me and said, OK Ace, now what’s next?

I answered… off with the bra and thong… this will be a FULL body massage like you have never had before. You said I was in charge, and I have a full day planned. Laura stripped and got on the table on her tummy. To Laura’s surprise, Monica too stripped out of everything but her shoes. Not to be outdone, I too stripped and positioned myself in the recliner chair and had a perfect view.

With Laura lying on her tummy, Monica started with Laura’s head neck and shoulders. And as she slid her hands from the neck down the back to her waist, her beautiful and ample tits would rub Laura’s head and shoulders. After doing her arms and hands, Monica started with Laura’s feet and calves. I could see that she was doing a good job, and I could hear low moans from Laura to confirm that it was a good şehzadeler escort deep muscle massage.

As she started on Laura’s upper legs and thighs, she spread Laura’s legs farther apart. With each rub and stroke Monica got closer to Laura’s beautiful ass. As she massaged the inner thighs, I could tell that she was getting close and maybe rubbing Laura’s smooth shaved pussy. The moans were getting louder, and the breathing was heavier. Monica spread Laura’s ass cheeks and massaged and rubbed her little pucker hole. She then did something that almost mad we cum… she leaned over and kissed and licked Laura’s ass. Then with a gentle slap, she instructed Laura to roll over.

As Laura rolled over, she got her first full view of Monica naked. You could tell she was impressed and quite aroused. Monica started with Laura’s forehead and face, and then leaned over and kissed Laura’s mouth. Just a little teaser type kiss… not a long tongue dance. As Monica leaned forward to massage Laura’s tits, her beautiful tits would rub across Laura’s face. After about 5 minutes of that, Laura started to lick Monica’s tits when they came in contact with her mouth.

At this point, all three of us were hot and horny and breathing hard. Monica went to the foot of the table and began to massage Laura’s legs. She did an excellent job on Laura’s upper legs, and just rubbed Laura’s slit a few times. Then she came to the side of the table and really started fingering and rubbing Laura’s pussy. I was about to shoot a load but stopped stroking to watch and make it last. Monica then inserted two fingers and started to finger fuck Laura while she rubbed and stroked Laura’s clit. Laura reached down and massaged, tweaked, and pulled Monica’s nipples.

Monica stopped and took Laura’s hand to help her up, and directed her to the bed. Once on the bed she positioned between Laura’s legs and proceeded to eat Laura’s cunt properly. After a few moments and a few orgasms, she turned and positioned herself over Laura’s body, and placed her gorgeous pussy over Laura’s mouth. I knew, but Monica didn’t know that this was Laura’s first 69 with a female. In fact it was the first cunt she had ever eaten. But from my vantage point, she is a good learner, because she was eating her out great.

I didn’t want to interfere, so I shot my load in a towel and continued watching the girls. After about 15 minutes, they rolled over beside each other and just cuddled and kissed for a few minutes. I went to the bathroom where the Jacuzzi is, and came back and asked the girls if they wanted to join me in the Jacuzzi. They did, and we had a relaxed conversation, and then took a quick shower.

After Monica left, Laura hugged me and kissed me and thanked me for making that happen. She said she had always been curious about being with another girl, but never did it. She said that when she had been approached by girls in the past that they were always “butch” type that didn’t interest her or turn her on. She said, “If there are more like Monica, I think I will enjoy being Bisexual”.

I said… little darling, you have just completed part one and two of your Seven step program to become “One in a Million”. Your other five steps will be this evening.

Laura said, “What are the other five steps”?

I told her that she would know soon enough, but that it would involve a blindfold, but no tie downs or cuffs. No pain or anything like that.

Now come you lil’ darling… we shall have some lunch and lounge by the pool for a while.

We got back to our room about 4:30 pm and after stripping out of our swim suits, I announced that I had selçuklu escort something I wanted her to put on… a blindfold. I added… like we have talked about before… you have the right to stoop anytime you want. Just say “Red Light’… and everything will stop immediately.

I helped her with the blindfold, and led her to the bed. I got on the bed on my back with a rock hard cock pointed skyward. I had the music a little louder for a reason… we were not going to be alone very long, and I didn’t want Laura to hear anything. I helped position herself on my cock for the ride and fuck of her life.

I pinched and tugged her nipples and pulled her to me. As I kissed her, she suddenly became tense and I reassured her it was everything is OK. Laura said “is he gonna’ fuck my ass”??

And I answered yes, unless you don’t want him to.

Laura said, “OK but please be careful… I have only done that once before”.

She felt a finger enter her well lubed ass hole… then two fingers… then… and then she felt his cock slide slowly into her waiting ass hole.

Laura said, “Oh fuck… I am stuffed and those two cocks are going to stretch me open but I don’t give a fuck…it feels so fucking good to have my cunt and my ass full of glorious cocks… don’t stop fucking my cunt and my ass I am cumming and cumming… please don’t stop”.

I said.. . Laura, you cum eating slut… shut the fuck up and open your cock sucking mouth so you can lick and suck the cock that is waiting for you. Do you want him to just slap you mouth with it or are you going to suck that big fat fuck pole… and then… after he cums in your mouth you can talk again. With 3 cocks in you have got to be the happiest whore around… think of all the cum you will have from three cocks in you. I did tell you… you little fucking machine… that this is a seven step program. You had one and two with Monica… and now you have three, four, and five with a cock in every hole that will take one.

Now my beautiful fuck slut you are about to graduate… take your two hands and jack the cock that are put there for you. Jack them good, because with the exception of me in your cunt and the one in your ass, the other three will be alternation and going around your body so that you get to suck all three of them before they cum.

As each cock shot it’s load, they left the room, until Laura and I were alone again. I remove the blindfold, and said, how was that my gorgeous fuck slut. Without a word, she wrapped your arms around me and kissed me long and hard. With cum running out of her cunt and her ass… she was totally spent. I asked if she wanted a bath or a shower or the Jacuzzi… she said a shower, so the two of us left for a hot steamy shower.

As we dressed after the shower, Laura said, “Ace darling… no more surprises today… I’m about worn out”.

I said, Laura, my Luv… it’s only 9 o’clock… we can order room service, or go to the bar and eat there.

Laura said… “If I don’t have to walk too far, I might be able to make it… I am a little sore from the pounding my pussy and ass took today”.

When we got to the bar, we settled into a table in the corner. Our drinks arrived even before we ordered them… how the hell did that happen. Just then my four tennis buddies showed up at the table and with glasses raised, they announced…”Laura, welcum to the club… you truly are, “One In A Million”… we toast you and hope to see you again one day… and thanks a Million”.

With that they turned and walked away.

Laura said… “Is that who I think they are… is that the cocks that I was sucking and fucking… WOW… they are so fucking handsome and well built”?

I said, ” Yes my Luv that is who you think they are, and yes… like most tennis players, they do stay in pretty good shape.”

And you are definitely One In A Million… Only one girl in a million can take on 5 lucky guys at once. You are so special, and so precious.

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India had a look of sexual frenzie, bordering on frustration. It was time for my sweet Lilly and I to bring her some relief. We took our positions on either side of her and sucked her stiff nipples, me on the left and Lilly on the right. Lilly’s hand traced its way down her flat stomach, through her silky bush and plunged two fingers into her waiting pussy. I could hear the wetness as Lilly’s fingers worked in and out. India pulled my head up to kiss me, her tongue wasting no time finding mine. I knew she could still taste the fresh pussy juice on my mouth and it seemed to excite her even more.

She was moaning into my mouth as her hips gyrated under Lilly’s ministrations. “I want more, I need more,” she cried as she began to beg us to help her cum. My eyes met Lilly’s and she winked, touched my lips with her sticky finger and pointed to India’s hot, wet cunt. Her smile said it was ok, so I buried my face into her steaming channel.

We all shifted about and ended up in a sensuous and erotic circle. I was eating India. She was flicking her tongue about Lilly’s pussy and Lilly was sucking my stiff, hot cock.

Hands moved all about, body parts blended together and it seemed like the three of us became lost in each other until India’s small frame began to tighten and lift off of the bed. First the sound was low and quiet. But it soon became a primal scream lefkoşa escort as her pussy squirted an incredible load, directly into my face. It was incredible! She was a squirter! I continued to lick and suck relentlessly. Her screams, hot breath and insistent cries into Lilly’s pussy set her off as Lilly joined in with her own sounds that complimented the orgasm of her friend.

Both women went limp and they lay back in blissful harmony. India noticed that my cock was still straight and hard, giving it a playful squeeze. Lilly jokingly asked, “does it hurt,” with a sly giggle. I said that it was a bit uncomfortable and the ladies suggested that I bring it some relief while they watch.

The lay side by side and both had their legs spread. Lilly’s right leg was crossed over India’s left leg. On my knees, I straddled their thighs. Their torsos touched, Lilly’s right breast and India’s left breast rubbed together as their hands moved about each other’s bodies.

There I was, on my knees, stroking my cock as I watched these two beauties. The juices were flowing out of the slit in the head of my dick. The sound of my hand beating my hot, wet cock faster and faster was all that could be heard, except for the heavy breathing that filled the room.

I looked farther down and found that both of them were rubbing their clits. Lilly’s lüleburgaz escort shaved pussy showed the most beautiful little hard, pink button. India had a clitoris that was more like a miniature penis, slightly protruding from her dark bush as her wet finger traced rapid circles around it.

My cock seemed to grow and become hotter to the touch for a few moments before my balls tightened and began to spray spunk all over the chests and stomachs of my two fantasy girls.

Maybe it was the sight of my cock erupting. Maybe it was the feel of my hot jism landing on their sensitive flesh. India squeezed her little “girl cock” and screamed out in another orgasm. Lilly was right behind her with a shuddering climax of her own. I continued to beat my cock until it was fully spent and flaccid.

We took a few moments to come down from this incredible high. We then realized that we were in desperate need of a shower. We arose and proceeded to the shower where we stepped into the warm, relaxing stream. We proceeded to soap each other and scrub away the traces of lust.

Lilly spread her cheeks and said, “am I clean and shiny down there”? At the site of her sweet ass, I dropped to my knees and buried my tongue into her tight little bud. Since she was bent over, enjoying my attention, she found her mouth perfectly placed to magosa escort suck on one of India’s pert nipples. India immediately started finger fucking her and within minutes, Lilly was in the throes of another climax.

I started to get back to my feet when India coyly said, “I would like some of that.” Again, Lilly smiled and pushed my head back down in the direction of India’s firm, little ass. At the touch of my tongue to her tight little opening she acted as though a spark had been set off in her. I gently probed her with my tongue until it was sliding in and out. She reached her neck up to kiss Lilly and alternated between her sweet lips and her delectable tits. This time I placed two fingers, then three into her love channel as I tongue fucked her ass. She had such a powerful orgasm that she bit down on Lilly’s tit, startling her, and filled my hand. Her pussy, once again shot a stream of hot, sweet liquid.

We finished cleaning up and toweled each other off. Without even bothering to dress we went to the living room, laid on a comforter on the floor and began to talk about our experience.

After a while, India said she was ready for desert. Lilly said she did not think she could face any more food and remarked that she would rather be eaten than eat. My eyes locked onto India’s with a knowing smile. We walked into the kitchen and retrieved the berries and whipped cream.

Lilly, in blissful repose opened her eyes with a wide when my first spoon of cold berries landed on her tits. She let out a quick shriek when India traced the slit of her cunt with a generous portion of frigid whipped cream. It was clear at this point that the night was not over.

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All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.

Please read the first installment of this series for context.

*********

“So? Are we doing this again?” my husband Steve asked.

He lay in bed spooning next to me, his hand gently rubbing my bicep.

I turned my head back to look at him. I was surprised he even had to ask. We had just concluded a marathon session with Elliott, our first ever threesome. I had absolutely loved it, especially being with a woman for the first time.

I leaned in and kissed Steve. His lips were slightly coarse, but always felt comforting and familiar to me.

“Of course. I don’t know about you…” I did really. What man wouldn’t love having two women devote themselves to pleasuring him? His partially-erect cock pressing against the back of my thigh certainly suggested an answer. “But I fucking loved it.”

“Me too, honey.” He kissed my shoulder. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”

I smiled. Always the gentleman. “Of course. I’m really looking forward to the next one. Double the cocks, and all for me!”

“Me too,” Steve concurred. I turned to him with an inquisitive look on my face. “Well, uh, not the ‘double cock for me’ part, but the anticipation part,” he quickly corrected himself.

“You had me confused for a second,” I laughed. “Do you have any one in mind yet?”

I had put a lot of thought into my selection. I wanted to make her someone who we could both agree on, would have experience in the situation, and wouldn’t have any emotional ties toward us. The discreetness was just an added bonus.

Of course, knowing my husband, and most men, he undoubtedly wouldn’t have put in as much effort as me.

“Yeah,” Steve answered. “I kind of already asked Dan, and he said he would be more than happy to do it.”

“Dan? As in your friend?” I asked.

“Yeah. Why? Is that a problem?” Steve asked.

“No, no, of course not,” I lied.

Ugh, shit! I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. Dan was one of Steve’s closest friends. He’d be a natural choice.

Dan was 36, five years older than me. He had joined the Marines out of high school and worked with Steve during his physical therapy a few years back. The two got to know each other and became close friends.

They couldn’t have been more opposite either. Steve was tall, a little lanky, with short brown hair and a naturally cheery countenance. He was a little bit of a nerd, and he’d do sweet little things for me all the time just because. I loved him to death, but he was not the type of guy I’d want on my side for a zombie apocalypse.

Dan, on the other hand, was about as tall, but way more muscular. He hadn’t ever stopped working out after leaving the military, which resulted in a chiseled body that his carousel of girlfriends loved. He had quite a few tattoos on his arms and chest, and he kept his head shaved. Dan was one hell of an intimidating man, but was actually quite gentle once you got to know him. I wouldn’t have had a problem with him. Except…

At our absolute lowest point as a couple, when Steve had been working away from home for what seemed like months at a time and leaving me alone, Dan and I had hooked up once when he was gone. I was over at his apartment late at night, hanging around after a cocktail party he had thrown for Cinco de Mayo. It was incredibly stupid on my part. I liked Dan, and found him pretty charming and sexy, but I always held the opinion that those feelings were perfectly natural, even for married people. What separated the wheat from the chaff was not putting yourself in a position to act on those feelings.

I was the chaff. I was very tipsy and hadn’t had sex with Steve in two months. Dan was drunk too, and his weak protests about not wanting to hurt Steve didn’t stop me. One thing led to another, and I didn’t leave Dan’s apartment until noon the next day.

But both of us swore never to do anything like it again. I had felt awful cheating on Steve, which is when I realized we needed to take time to fix our relationship. Dan agreed it was a stupid, drunken decision and he really didn’t want to hurt his friend. In a way, it had actually been helpful in restoring our marriage.

That had been a year ago. Nothing had happened since then, and I don’t think either of us wanted anything to. Steve never found out of course. But he and I were working hard to mend our relationship and were in a much better place now. Still, I was afraid that him choosing Dan would open up a can of worms.

“You sure it’s okay?” Steve asked. “I want you to feel completely comfortable and willing. You have veto power, remember?”

His words snapped me back. “Yeah, I remember. Dan is a great decision, sweetie,” I said, unsure of what I was saying. I didn’t know if I believed that. But I certainly didn’t want to tell Steve why.

“Good. It’s gonna be amazing. I just know it,” Steve said, pulling me tighter into his warm embrace.

“Yeah,” I waveringly replied. “I’m sure it will be.”

***

“Hey,” silifke escort I texted. By the next day, I had finally worked up the nerve to talk to Dan.

“Hi, what’s up?” he quickly replied.

“I think you know. Did Steve ask you?”

“About the event?” Dan replied after a minute.

“Yes, the threesome. You don’t have to be coy.”

“Did you say yes to it?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

“But we need to talk about this. I want to make it clear: I didn’t ask Steve to choose you. He did it all himself.”

“Okay…”

“I would never take back what happened between us. It might have fixed my marriage. But it can’t happen again either.”

“I know.”

“This doesn’t mean that we’re going to do anything else, or that I want to do it again.”

I wasn’t sure if I was telling Dan this for him, or for me. But I needed to establish my boundaries. This new kind of life Steve and I were exploring was already improving our marriage, and I didn’t want anything to derail that now.

“I totally understand. I’m in the same boat as you.”

“Good. I just wanted to clear the air and make sure you know.”

“Alright. When are we doing it?”

“I don’t know. Steve’s going to set it up.”

“Well I’ll be counting down the days.”

I sighed. “Me too,” I guiltily replied.

“Glad to hear it. So how did you like your first woman?”

I rolled my eyes. Steve must have told him. “Did Steve tell you?”

“Yeah. I’m sure it would have been better to see though.”

“Honestly, it was pretty great. I could definitely do it again.”

“Maybe invite me next time. Or send a video at least.”

“Ha, I don’t think so. Don’t press your luck.”

“Alright, alright. No harm in trying.”

“Hey, I can still veto you.”

“But you wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”

“… No.”

“I know. I’m really looking forward to seeing you again.”

“You’re looking forward to just seeing me?”

“Well, maybe a little more. I’m a guy, it’s only natural.”

“As long as it only stays inside the threesome.”

“I know. You made it clear.”

“Good. Then everything will be great.”

“Of course it will be great. And soon too, I hope.”

I set my phone down. Dan was such a flirt. But I had done what I needed to do. I felt a little more reassured in the strict boundaries I had set.

What I hadn’t realized while texting him was how wet I had gotten. I could feel my panties clinging to my pussy lips. God, that was so terrible. Thinking about Dan shouldn’t have turned me on that much.

But at the same time, I knew when he got his hands on me again, it would be incredible. For now though, I had to relieve the burning in my pussy. Steve wouldn’t be back from the store for half an hour. I had plenty of time.

***

Steve rang the doorbell to Dan’s apartment. I would have preferred to be at our house, but Steve was the one in charge of coordinating this time.

Dan answered the door. He was dressed in only skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt that clung to his ripped figure.

“Hey, man,” he said, drawing my husband into a brief hug. “Come on in. You look fabulous, Caroline,” he remarked as I walked past him.

I smiled, glad that my work was appreciated. I had taken a lot more time than usual to do my makeup and even curled my hair a little. I had on a light sun-dress that was definitely on the more provocative side of my wardrobe (admittedly, that’s not saying much). The deep neckline showed off a fair amount of cleavage, and the bottom came to an end an inch or two above my knee.

What had made me feel extra sexy was the lack of a bra. I wasn’t sure if Dan or my husband had noticed, but it wasn’t something I did often. This was a special occasion though.

“Why thank you,” I replied. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“I’m sure I look like a supermodel too,” Steve cut in jokingly. “You two are just so intimidated by my good looks that you wouldn’t dare mention it.”

“Uh-huh. Sure Fabio,” Dan replied.

“Hey, watch it. I’ve got the booze,” my husband said, lifting up the six-pack we had brought.

“Which we should get started on. Immediately.”

“Great minds think alike,” Steve said. He walked towards Dan’s kitchen, leaving us alone in the big living room.

“Hey,” Dan said quietly.

“Hey handsome,” I replied.

“I love that dress,” he complimented.

“I’m sure you’d love what’s underneath more,” I flirted back.

“Where’s your church key?” Steve shouted out from the kitchen.

“Drawer to the left of the fridge,” Dan replied. “It doesn’t look like you’ve got anything on underneath at all,” he quietly said back to me.

“I was wondering if you would notice.” I pulled up the bottom hem of my dress to my stomach, exposing the lacy purple panties I had on. “What do you think?”

“I think they’d look better on my floor.”

With one hand, I pulled the waistband on one simav escort side down past my hip before pulling it back up to place. I giggled at the tease and let my dress fall back down. “Soon.”

Steve returned back into the room, carrying three beers. I didn’t particularly care for beer, but I would survive.

“A little liquid courage before we start,” my husband said.

We sat down, Steve and I on the small sofa and Dan on a chair. The two men drank their beers and talked, mostly about Steve’s job and the football draft or something. I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was focused on what was going to happen later.

I decided to have a little bit of fun while I waited. I leaned back against the couch and brought my feet up, tucking my legs nearly up to my chest. Steve was on my left, staring at Dan, so he couldn’t really see me.

But Dan could. And as my short sundress rode up, he had a straight-line of sight to my panties. I smiled and took another sip of the beer. With my free hand, I reached between my legs and pulled my panties to the side.

Dan was trying to look inconspicuous, but his eyes were glued to my pink pussy lips. I bit my bottom lip playfully and ran a finger over my folds, teasing myself. I could see a tent forming in Dan’s pants.

Steve’s voice turned up, a question. I returned my panties back in place and moved my legs back to the ground. Dan turned back to my husband and they kept talking.

I smiled mischievously again. My husband still wasn’t looking at me. I brought my hands to my chest and pulled the dipping neckline of the sundress down, exposing my small breasts.

My fingers brushed over my nipples, making them harder. I pinched them a little and cupped my boobs. Steve still wasn’t looking. I let a string of saliva fall from my mouth onto one of my tits. I rubbed it into my nipple, making it shimmer.

Dan was staring the entire time. I was having so much fun distracting him and teasing him. He was the only person who really made me want to act like this, before Elliott at least. For everyone else before, I was the perfect, picturesque conservative wife. For him, I was a sexy, confident slut.

I pulled my dress back into place. Steve was none the wiser, but Dan was starting to sweat. He took a long swig of his beer to finish it up.

“I’m dry. Are we all ready to move to the bedroom?” he asked, stopping whatever he and Steve were talking about.

“Uh, sure,” my husband said. “Honey?”

I smiled, knowing that it was my doing. “Of course.”

Dan was already up and moving to his bedroom. We followed him in, and I immediately sat down on the edge of the queen bed, both men now in front of me.

Dan’s hands moved to his belt, and he started undoing his pants. Steve followed suit, and soon both were standing in front of me completely naked.

I bit my lower lip, staring at the two erect cocks waiting to be serviced by me. God, I couldn’t wait to have them inside me.

I pulled my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. Dan moved to me first, pushing me back onto the bed. He lay down next to me and leaned in. I turned my head and our mouths met in a passionate kiss.

Dan was not one to be slow or sensual at all. He pushed back against me, his slight stubble tickling my cheeks. His lips weren’t quite as soft as Steve’s, but I didn’t care.

After only a few seconds, Dan opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against my lips. I eagerly parted my lips, letting him explore my mouth ravenously. My tongue snaked out too, engaging in a frenetic, sexy dance with his.

Dan was kissing me deep and trying to taste every inch of me, like I was the last person he would ever kiss. His aggressiveness turned me on immensely; I loved a man who could take control of me.

My eyes shot open as I felt something on my pussy. Immediately I recognized it as a tongue, and one I was intimately familiar with: my husband’s.

Steve had hiked the bottom of my dress up to my stomach and pulled aside my panties. His tongue darted through my folds, lapping up the juices that had seeped out. I hadn’t realized just how wet and turned on I had gotten from teasing Dan. God, I needed an orgasm.

Dan reached down to my chest, cupping one of my boobs in his hand. He squeezed it tightly, my nipple pressed hard against his palm. His rough hands were rubbing against the nub, making it grow harder. Dan squeezed my other breast, kneading the soft flesh of that one as well.

His mouth had strayed away from my lips down to my neck. He sucked on it passionately, his hand still mauling my breast. Ordinarily I probably would have stopped him for fear of getting a hickey, but I was way too turned on to care.

Steve’s tongue had found its place on my clit. He flicked his tongue over my button and circled it around and around. It felt great, but I wanted more. I needed more. I thrust my hips back against his face.

He sealed his mouth around my clit and drew in his cheeks. The pressure söke escort on my clit was intense, but felt so great. His tongue kept working away, stimulating my most sensitive nub.

Dan moved back up from my neck to kiss me again. The hand that wasn’t squeezing my tits ran through my hair, yanking on it gently. The slight pain reminded me who was in control, and sent a pulse of pleasure to my pussy.

Steve detached his mouth from my clit and he descended further down to my pussy. His tongue licked at my hole, just teasing me and leaving me begging for more. I was so wet, and ready to burst.

And then his mouth was gone. Steve moved up the bed on the other side of me. I turned to face him and he pulled me into a kiss. I tasted myself on his lips, savoring the sweet flavor. I hadn’t ever minded my own taste before, but ever since I tried another woman’s pussy, I seemed to have a heightened appreciation for that natural nectar, and my own juices tasted so much better.

Dan took the opportunity to move to my now-free pussy. His fingers wrapped into the elastic waistband of my panties, and he pulled the garment down my legs and totally off. I reached down and pushed at my dress, and Dan took that off as well, leaving me completely naked.

Normally, I felt vulnerable and exposed while naked. But now, I felt empowered and sexy. Maybe Elliott had helped me become more comfortable with my own sexuality and more confident in my body. I wasn’t sure, but I loved the feeling of being naked now.

Dan’s tongue appeared on my pussy. He lapped over my labia and moved up to my clit. His tongue wiggled back and forth quickly over my clit. My body tensed up, and I whimpered into my husband’s mouth.

Dan kissed my clit and ventured further down. His tongue explored my pussy, licking at my hole and tasting my juices. He wasn’t as skilled at going down on a woman as my husband, but I didn’t need an expert right now.

Something new probed my pussy lips. I felt it press against my entrance, and Dan’s finger slipped into my twat. I groaned and ground my hips down onto the digit. He slid it in and out of my pussy, tantalizingly slowly for me. His thumb rubbed at my clit, and I could feel the orgasm building.

Steve’s mouth had moved to my nipples. He was sucking on one while his fingers played with the other. His teeth nibbled the erect nub and he sucked down on it, studding my areolas with goosebumps. I had never had two men paying attention to me at once, and if this was what it felt like all the time, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t done it before.

My hand felt over my husband’s body down to his crotch. I gripped his mostly-erect cock and stroked it up and down a few times, bringing it fully to life.

Steve took his mouth away from my nipple and shifted on to his knees. He moved to my head with his cock jutting out in front of him.

I looked down at Dan. He kept his steady pace fingering my twat, although his other hand looked like it was stroking his cock.

My head turned towards my husband. I reached out and took hold of his cock, stroking the length a few more times. I craned my neck, opened my mouth, and took the head into my mouth.

My lips sealed around my husband’s red helmet. I flicked my tongue over his tip, just teasing him. Steve groaned and stared down at me. He had told me years ago I looked prettiest when I had his dick in my mouth. I silently wondered if that applied to other dicks as well.

I jerked the base of his cock, squeezing tight and then relaxing the grip of my hand. At the same time, my head began bobbing on his cock. My lips ran back and forth over his tip while my tongue was hard at work licking the bulbous head.

I pulled back and kissed the very tip of Steve’s cock. I extended my tongue and ran it over his slick head. My tongue twirled around the tip and then I ducked my head down, trailing my tongue down the sides of his cock. I licked up and down his shaft, tracing all the familiar veins and ridges.

Dan was certainly putting my concentration to test. His persistent fingers pried at my pussy, slipping another one into my twat. I moaned, and my twat squeezed around the thrusting digits.

My mouth sealed around Steve’s cock again and I bobbed up and down in that patently sexualized motion. My cheeks drew in and I sucked on his head as well as I could. My tongue stayed active, licking the underside of his shaft up and down in rhythm with my mouth.

I felt a sudden emptiness and looked to see Dan’s fingers no longer in my pussy. He was clambering up onto the bed on the other side of me, and I found myself with two men kneeling on either side of me. I pulled my mouth off my husband’s cock and moved my free hand to Dan’s.

Both cocks surged against my touch as I jerked both men off simultaneously. I stared at the cocks, looking back and forth between Dan and my husband. I sized Dan up to be a little longer and quite a bit thicker than Steve; my hand had more trouble wrapping all the way around.

My mouth watered staring at both beautiful dicks. I wanted to taste them both, but I was a little uncomfortable trying to lift my head up. I withdrew my hands, to the chagrin of both men, and flipped myself over so I was resting on my knees. I took both cocks in hand again and continued stroking the fully erect rods.

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(This story is part of Amorous Goods, A Lit Anthology Series.)

Prologue:

A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.

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Funny how much the preparation centered on my friend, Marie, and choosing a date when her husband was out of town at the same time my husband was traveling. Then the excuse to have her sleep over was not forced. Falling in October, I was incited to try the third gaudus, the last adventure, the forbidden.

“The box is ornate,” Marie said. “Very unusual. Where did you get this?” She hesitated but I encouraged her to trace the delicately carved design with her fingers. I perceived a small shudder and a momentary loss of focus before she fixated on the illustration, very similar to my reaction the first time I touched the motif and then all sorts of symbols and figures within the pattern seemed obvious. Hearts and circles with lines symbolizing classical gods of love, serpent-like marks fitting tribal archetypes of fertility, an arc pierced by an arrow from the occult, and more of the phallus and sexual feats.

“I found this odd little shop in the city,” I answered her question. “You’d probably call it the shady part of town. It was mixed in with smoke shops and sex boutiques and other stores selling incense and tarot cards and touristy kind of voodoo paraphernalia. I don’t know why this shop seemed more authentic. As I entered, the owner led me to a back room where I could examine this box. She was like a gypsy, telling me small things about where I lived and my marriage that she probably guessed from my clothes or my words or my facial expressions to the things she was saying. She told me of her vision, of how I would visit and this box was meant for me, and it all became very convincing that somehow by fate I came to unite with this artifact.

“And how does all this work?” Marie wanted to know. “Why do you light these candles around your room and place these crimson towels beside of your bed?”

“I make it a ritual. Maybe it’s my own doing. I wipe them lightly with the towels when I’m done and then I won’t erode the natural oils with soap. The experiences guide me, like each time I do the gaudus I learn something new. I let my feelings guide me. For this occasion, for this third gaudus, I bought this special robe, this black satin robe. And I ask you to watch over me, to make sure nothing bad happens. Because I’m nervous. I’m anxious but more, I’m afraid.”

“What do you call them?” Marie wanted to know. “Each one is a gaudus, or a gaudu, or all three are gaudi?”

“I don’t know, the woman said ‘Experience the gaudus’ and I called each one a gaudus.”

I opened the lid and showed Marie the three wooden objects laying in their molded berths of velvet. Three small knobs like shoe horns or the neck of a bow that could fit in your hand and nest with your palm and the crook of your thumb. The shape and etchings evoked millennia of women seeking gratification. I touched the chestnut colored horn in the middle, and then the dark mahogany horn on the left. But not the light birch horn on the right.

“They don’t look like much,” Marie commented, but her tone was friendly and light.

“I thought that, too” I agreed. “But after you encounter one and you appreciate the way it grows on you, you won’t look at them the same. The first one I experienced was this caramel colored piece in the middle. I was seduced by a bronzed Italian stud on the Riviera. It’s crazy, but I think it happened.”

Marie looked surprised and also concerned for me.

I continued, “This dark piece on the left took me to a wild adventure in the jungle, where I was forced to submit and yet I woke with rejuvenation. If you watch you will see, I know. But if you can, I fear what this third journey will bring, and I want you to safeguard no physical harm comes to me.”

“What makes you worried?” Marie asked. “Why is it different?”

“There’s a symbol on the bottom of it,” I explained. I lifted the piece and showed her the end. “It’s faint but that looks like a Christian cross, and roughly hewn. I feel a strange mixture of emotions when I touch it. And the color is pale, like death.”

“Let me touch it,” Marie suggested.

“It will be safer if I go first. You’ll see how quickly these pieces transform. I’m certain of that. There are many aspects still unclear, as to what took place and what was imagination, and I questioned if I was losing my mind. But you will see the transformation. Watch.”

I rolled the pale wood in my fingertips and rubbed my thumbs up the smooth shaft of the bow. Instantly it was larger in my hands. I rubbed it across my chin and smelled the ruddy melikgazi escort mix of blood and dirt and sweat. I brushed my cheek flush against the tip. I kissed the soft surface and let the round head nestle on the inside of my lips.

My tongue tasted the underside. I made it wet with my saliva yet savored its own moisture. Heavy and masculine and aggressive. I was offended at first but became accustomed to it. Like the first time when that boy, Jared, kissed me. I wasn’t expecting it and I could smell his breath and he must have eaten something like meat. The smell put me off but then I accepted it and learned it like coffee or liquor, and I could anticipate the depth of the kinship like knowledge itself.

My thumbs and fingers worked the shaft, firm and full and slippery from my saliva. The slickness helped the shaft swell. I created friction through a circle of thumb and forefinger. It swelled in in my mouth as I pushed down to receive its length. I felt the ridge of the helmet bump my lips on each pass. I tried to extend my tongue to simultaneously tease the meaty underside and the tender skin along the middle ridge.

A bright light pierced the darkness. The light shone in my eye and made me squint. I could barely discern the pale tip of the penis before my face as I held it in my hands. Above, the dark silhouette of shoulders and hood eclipsed the beam of light but I saw no facial features.

“Do not hesitate,” he commanded me. “You will accept the sacrament.”

I tried to catch my breath. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue to receive. He pushed into my mouth roughly, forcing to the back of my throat. It made me gag. At the same time I felt my vagina clench and send a tingle through my pelvis. His hands on the back of my head held me down.

I pressed my hands against his thighs to hold him back but he moved my hands one at a time to his testicles. “Feel the weight,” he commanded me. They were large and hairy as they hung in my fingers. I looked forward to the time I could make them retract and yield their juice.

“You will stand and be naked before us,” he said sternly. I stood as he raised my hands. He untied the front of my robe and pushed the collar back off my shoulders. I pulled the robe off the rest of the way and let it fall at my feet. Though the air was warm, I felt a chill on my nipples.

“You have sinned,” he yelled sternly.

“No,” I screamed. “I have done nothing wrong.

“Do not tell us the lame tale that you are a victim! We are not ignorant of your ways and the methods you young girls use to tease men. You led him to defile your body!”

“No, I never asked for that,” I said. “He forced himself on me.”

“Do not lie to us! We can make you tell the truth.”

“I said ‘NO’ yet he forced himself.”

“Did he force himself in your mouth or in your womb?” The man’s voice shook within my head.

“First in my mouth,” I answered. “We were kissing in the back of the car as any teenagers do. That is not a sin. He grabbed my head and forced me into his lap. I had not even seen in the darkness that he unzipped himself and his penis was hard. He shoved my mouth onto his penis. He smelled bad. I don’t think he had showered in days. And his friends in the front were laughing as he fucked my head.”

“You enjoyed it!” the man demanded.

“I did not want it,” I protested.

“When it happened, you took him in your mouth and you enjoyed it.” I did not deny this. “And you led him to take your maidenhood?”

“No, he stole my virginity. I never consented. He pushed me back on the seat and ripped my panties off. His friends leered at me over the front seat and one took my panties as a souvenir. He was too strong for me and I could not stop him. He pushed his penis inside of me and it was all I could do to withstand the sting as he took my virginity.”

“Do not lie to us!” he commanded again. “You did not close your legs or try to stop him. You did not scratch him or punch with those little fists of yours. You wished the others would have fucked you, too, that night.”

“They did not,” I asserted.

“You wished it,” he insisted. “You wished as he thrust his manhood in your vagina and squeezed his hot sperm in your body that the others would follow.”

“I could not stop my body,” I argued. “I was young but my body was disposed to mate. When he took control of my vagina and he stimulated my genitals then my mind could no longer stop it.”

“Look how wet you are,” he demanded, shoving his fingers in my pussy. He pushed two fingers inside, sliding deeper in and out. Then he put those fingers to my mouth and made me taste my stimulation. “The devil has possessed your womb and makes you lead young men to sin.”

“They force their will upon me,” I protested.

“You will atone for your transgression.” My hands were lifted roughly above my head and back, forcing me to fall back on the bed. I expected to feel the soft cushion of my mattress but it was hard and firm, a wooden plank to angle my body elevated and vulnerable. My hands were tied to the upper corners and I could not defend myself. The strain on the menemen escort sinews of my shoulders sent a rush of adrenaline through my body. Standing between my legs, he opened his robe completely and revealed his erect penis at the edge of my vagina. It was not large or attractive, but he rubbed the tip on my lips and made them swell and open to want him.

He pushed his penis slowly inside of me and the strength of his dick felt good against the tight cincture of my cunt. As he cleared the rim of my entrance and lubed my vagina, I felt wetness spread through my pelvis. I relaxed to take him and ease him deep within. The silhouette of his hooded frame hovered over me before the dancing flame of a torch ensconced on the wall.

“You consort with the devil,” the man breathed heavily in my face. His pelvis bumped my clitoris as he thrust completely inside. The electricity running up my spine prevented me from thought or speech. “He has chosen you and he will possess you.”

The man withdrew and left a hole of want and loss inside of me. I whimpered for him not to stop. My hands were taken and turned to force my body over, my nipples rubbing against the hard grain of the wood. I tried to press up on my elbows so my swollen nipples would not be scraped. The man pushed my legs apart sternly.

“You wish to yield your anus,” he commented.

“No, I’ve never done that,” I denied him.

“You wish it,” he corrected me. “You desire to take my penis and lose your anal virginity.” He pressed his penis at the entrance of my anus. It was wet and firm and it set all of the tender nerves in my pelvis on fire. As he forced the head of his penis in the tight cincture of my ass I was powerless to relax but I could enjoy the friction of his strength within the trying rim of my muscles. My ass was struggling to stay closed and at the same time desiring him to push further. When he more fully entered my ass and fucked it as he had fucked my pussy, I appreciated the tight swish of his gnarly stick firing impulses all around my pelvis. Slick and tingling while tugging the sphincter. I wanted him to cum in my ass.

“You will prepare him,” the man commanded. I did not understand him. I was lost to his penis.

“You will prepare him,” the man repeated. I opened my eyes and saw the small dark knob before my face. It was the mahogany gaudus now brushing my cheek. I smelled its musk. The deep, meaty odor of animals rutting in the jungle. I opened my mouth and sucked on the head and then the shaft of this black penis. It was instantly swollen, much more quickly than I had experienced before. The foreskin protecting the helmet retracted and I could run my tongue on the edgy rim of the head. It tasted earthy and scorched like burnt wood or incense. I licked more eagerly to understand the complexity.

The black penis was full now and impaled in my throat. I relaxed my esophagus to deep throat the shaft. Bigger than I remembered but pushed slowly without coercion to allow me to swallow. When I choked for air he withdrew. He pressed his testicles to my face and I kissed them. I snaked my tongue under his balls and teased the meaty bulge between his scrotum and anus. He lifted one leg before my face to let me lick this area and taste the nasty, dirty ooze of his sweat and filth. I longed to lick his testicles and suck his penis at the same time.

The man stopped fucking my ass but held still within me. He rolled me over and now I lay back against his chest with his penis fully up my butt. His legs wrapped around my ankles and held my legs spread open. He grabbed my wrists and forced my arms behind me to the small of my back, clutched in one of his hands, arching my frame and tilting my hips.

“You will receive his wonder,” the man commanded in my ear. “You will take the darkness and feel the utter glory of his power.

The black penis pushed into my vagina. I had never felt two at once. The pressure within was unbearable as the man in my ass pressed my muscle wall against the black penis. The black man sensed the limits of my body and slid slowly. Contortions flashed across my face. My pussy melted to a river flowing on his shaft. When he was completely inside, and the crux of his groin bumped against my clit, then he increased the pace and hit all the ribs of my vagina in cycles of fire.

His body was so hairy over me. I saw the hair shooting from his head before the fire of the torch. There may have been smoke from the torch or incense burning that made it hard for me to focus. I could smell the obscure and foreign aroma of incense mixed with his sweat as he grunted close to my face. I thought for a moment those might be horns or was I imagining shapes from his spiky hair in silhouette? His hands were rough like paws on my shoulders to hold me down as he thrust inside and bumped my cervix. Fortunately, the man behind laid still within my ass to let the black man dictate the progression, but he teased my nipples with his free hand. His fingers were normal and soft enough to titillate me without harm.

“That’s so beautiful,” the woman whispered in my ear. Her voice surprised me.

“Is that your meram escort disciple?” the man behind asked me gruffly.

I tried to see her face to understand who. Her hair was darker, straighter and a little longer than I remember Marie’s. Her eyebrows were full and thick, but sharp above her eyes. Her lips were red with a tint of lipstick between rose and blood. And she wore my robe, or she had found a satin robe almost identical to the one I had been wearing. By the way her nipples pressed the fabric, I perceived she was not wearing anything else.

“Did you bring a disciple to assist your breeding?” the man behind asked further. The woman only smiled at me and brushed my cheek gently. The lightness of her nails barely touching my skin contrasted how vigorously the black man thrust in my pussy. She leaned down and kissed me with those red lips. It was wrong and I tried to turn away. She held my chin and edged her tongue between my lips and tried to fuck my mouth with it.

The woman withdrew. She traced the caramel gaudus down the bridge of my nose and poked my cheek with it. Then she leaned back slightly with a smirk and inhaled the tip of the gaudus. I tried to focus, to understand if it was Marie, but she seemed more like a relative, perhaps Marie’s younger cousin. She slobbered on the gaudus and then turned it sideways before my eyes, sliding her tongue under the length to tease me. As it grew, the woman sucked it within the O of her lips. She let it pop out with a distinctive smack and touched it lightly to my lips. I tasted the rich Tuscan sun that I knew so well but mixed now with the woman’s slaver. I tried not to react so it would not encourage her but I knew the waves of vigor from the dark penis that owned my pussy overwhelmed me and sent ripples of submission across my face.

The woman smiled and formed her lips to an O again, yet overly demonstrative to make me watch. She sucked the penis deeply. I saw her tongue poke out to tease the tender bulge, as I had done, and letting her spit pool to a drop running down to his balls. He stepped close to my head, which blocked the dim light of the flame, and I could only see shadows of his testicles near my forehead and the massive curve of his thigh and the intricate curve of her lips sliding on his penis. It seemed that he wanted me to watch the penis I loved being sucked by another.

The man in my ass started to hump slightly. Just a subtle counter movement to the large, black penis stuffing my vagina like a piston. My eyes rolled back as I lost control.

The caramel penis pushed at my lips now. He was standing over me and I saw nothing. I tilted my neck back to take the length of his penis directly down my throat. I enjoyed the familiarity of his shape. But I also tasted the unusual saltiness of the woman. Or it could have been a mix of the woman and his pre-cum. I was swimming in the simultaneous fucking of my pussy, my ass and my mouth.

Fingers playing lightly over my nipples. It completed the sensation on all parts of my body. Delicate fingers pinching and rolling my nipples, and barely brushing over the tops like wind. Small, graceful touches. Not his fingers but hers.

The proctor stated in my ear, “You like her touch.”

I mumbled on the penis, “No, I did not seek sex with another woman.”

“Yes, confess it!” he countermanded me. “You have fantasized about a woman touching you.” My Italian lover withdrew his penis, now dangling over my face. The woman leaned forward and slurped at the tip, as though trying to taste my sex with him as much as to pleasure the penis itself. As she leaned over me, and her robe fell open, her breast was pendant by my face. Her breast was ample and younger than I knew for Marie. The nipple was engorged and protruded near my lips. I turned my face slightly so her nipple would not fall to my lips as I watched her suck on him. She swept her hand down my belly and fingered my clitoris. The tingling was extreme with the penis filling my pussy and the penis filling my ass. She knew how to alternate between pinching my labia against the penis and flitting her fingers over the hood of my clit.

She relinquished her oral grip and the stud reinserted to my mouth. He coaxed the first half of his penis in my lips so I would not choke. She used one hand on my nipples and one on my clit.

The proctor stated, “Yes, you enjoy her touch. You want her to lick you.”

I could not argue because of the penis in my mouth, but I whimpered against him. Proctor repeated his insistence of my desire. The woman kissed down between my breasts to my navel. I felt her bare breast against my shoulder. She drew a twisted, crimson rope down my torso to run across my leg and add to the friction. The black man sat back, his penis pulled out halfway, and his pace slowed. I felt her breath above my pubic mound and she laid her cheek there. She let the crimson rope fall against the outside of my labia and wrap around under my butt, moving all of my flesh around my vulva while rasping my skin with the subtle fiber of the rope. The proctor sensed the transition and quickened his pace in my ass. He maintained the pressure around my pelvis and vulva. The black man popped out and I felt the fat shaft of his dick sliding up and down through my labia. I knew that he was pushing his penis into her mouth and she was tasting me. The proctor tried to compensate with his fucking but it would not fill the void. I needed the fat black penis in my cunt.

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It is late in the evening at an obscure club downtown. The room is hot and full of lights as the music pounds to our favorite songs. The dancers in the room are full of electricity and the dancing is getting fairly sexy. We sit in the corner VIP booth sharing vodka service with those that are interested. We are feeling the effects of the alcohol and our inhibitions are falling as we kiss more aggressively as the night goes on.

You get up from the table to blow me a kiss and you tell me you will be right back. As you walk towards the bathrooms, you run into two men with their shirts mostly unbuttoned. I see you run your hands around their firm muscular stomachs while you turn to me and blow another kiss. This causes a bit of jealousy to build in me but you meant to do that. You leave them behind and continue on your journey. Soon after I see them leave in different directions.

As you return to the table, you throw your hot red panties at my face and have a seat near me.

You lean forward, bite my earlobe and whisper, “I want you to eat my pussy under the table, right now.”

I give you a look of surprise, but slide under the table anyway. I move your dress up around your waist to reveal your soaked pussy, which is slightly red from you already stimulating it. I begin to lick your labia and taste the juices that are flowing from between your legs. As I move my tongue deeper inside you, I realize that your taste has changed slightly. I thought about whether you have had another man inside you already this evening. Was this why you are already slightly red and swollen?

I begin to lick harder as the thoughts continued through my mind. Who was it? Did it happen here? Did you just have sex?

Since the taste was quite fresh, I began to speculate that your bathroom trip involved more than just the usual trip to the bathroom. With my tongue work intensifying, you begin to feel the pressure of your first orgasm waving through you. Soon after, you let out a small shriek that draws some attention nearby and you orgasm on my tongue sorgun escort violently.

I slide up from under the table and give you a passionate kiss while my hands begin to explore your breasts. I pinch your nipples through the fabric covering them and this begins to make your heart beat faster. I stop and ask the VIP staff for the curtains to be drawn around our area.

For the most part we are secluded from everyone seeing, but we want enough space to see the action on the dance floor and the bar. Soon after the curtains are drawn, I see the two men arrive back at the bar and to your delight, their eyes lock onto yours. I see you squirm slightly and wonder what is going on.

I ask, “Are you interested in their cocks?”

Without thinking about it you respond with, “I am so horny that I want to feel another man’s cock in my mouth. I want to suck it until it cums in my mouth.”

With this answer, I begin to squirm myself.

“I will be right back,” I respond.

I get up and go over to the bar. As I approach the two men, they try to look away. Instead I ask them if they would like to join you for a drink. They looked surprised and I told them to please go join you while I watch from the bar.

As the two men approach you, you can now see that they are about 6 feet tall, olive skin tone, fit and muscular. They are in their early thirties and introduce themselves as Brad and Jim. At this point you could care less what their names were! Jim reaches for the vodka and pours 3 shots for all of you to enjoy. As he leans over, you run your hands around the curves of his muscular ass and moan slightly. He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye and hands you your shot. With a quick clink of the glasses, each of you drink the vodka and put your glasses down.

With a smile on your face, you ask Jim if he has a large cock.

“Why don’t you find out,” he replies.

From the bar, I can see through the opening in the curtains that your hands reach up to finish unbuttoning his süleymanpaşa escort shirt but you also reach and undo his pants. With his body slightly turned, a large growing cock unfolds in front of your face while Brad sits down next to you. Your right hand wraps its fingers around Jim’s cock and you begin to lick the tip with the point of your tongue. You circle the head of his dick with your tongue as Jim’s breathing starts to quicken. As you stick his large cock in your mouth, Brad has begun to move his hands up your leg and under your dress.

I can watch his fingers work their way into your pussy from my view at the bar. A sexual tension builds in me as I watch you suck another man’s cock and another man fingering your love box.

I watch as your left hand slips around his waistband and you grab his muscular ass while still stroking his cock with your other hand. Your right hand moves to cradle his balls and you go down on his cock all the way, causing you to gag slightly from the size. You begin to fuck his cock with his mouth as Brad finger fucks your pussy harder with his fingers. I am beginning to become quite aroused as this scene unfolds from between the opening in the curtains.

As Brad brings you to orgasm, you stop sucking Jim’s cock and lean back in your seat to cum with your eyes closed. You let out a loud moan that I cannot hear, but can definitely see from my view. Brad is now impatiently waiting for his turn.

You reposition yourself in your seat and undo his pants to reach in and grab Brad’s cock. Although slightly smaller than Jim’s, he is much wider than Jim. As you suck his cock, you realize that this cock has already fucked another pussy earlier in the evening. You can taste the juices of another woman on a strangers cock! This is extremely turning you on. As you suck his cock and slide your tongue around his shaft, Jim grabs your waist to sit you on your knees with your ass high in the air. He fingers your pussy lightly and then wipes the juices on his cock so that talas escort he can slide in easier.

With a slow but hard thrust, he shoves his massive cock deep inside your pussy. From the bar I can watch as his tempo increases and he fucks you faster. The music in the room is covering up the sounds of sex as he pumps you hard and you continue to suck Brad’s cock. Jim begins to tense from the pleasure of your pussy and the sucking he received earlier. He suddenly stops and cums deep into your pussy. As he pulls out, you stop sucking Brad and move to straddle him backwards. While looking directly at me, you straddle Brad’s cock and slide it into your pussy which is still dripping with Jim’s orgasm.

As you fuck Brad hard, you smile back at me and I read your lips as they say, “I want to fuck you so bad”.

Wow, you are fucking another man and you still are thinking about me?

I begin to move towards the VIP area as I watch you cum once again. Your orgasm was so violent your body shook and then tensed up. As you did this, Brad released his own orgasm deep inside you.

I then entered through the curtains and said, “Gentlemen, I do believe it is my turn to fuck my horny woman.”

Brad and Jim fixed their pants, smiled and left quickly.

You slide over to the corner of the sofa you are sitting on and tell me, “I want you to fuck me hard and deep right now.”

I undo my pants and pull out the cock that satisfies you so much. I look down and see Brad and Jim’s cum gently flowing from your pussy and then I shove my cock into you violently. The visuals from what just happened, the hotness of your pussy and the feeling of the other men’s cum feels so incredible.

With your legs wrapped around me and the angle of attack at the corner of the sofa, I am able to penetrate your pussy deeply and hit those magic spots that drive you wild. As I get close to my orgasm, I begin to feel your pussy tighten in anticipation of your own orgasm.

I look you into your sparkling eyes and say, “Please cum with me baby.”

In response, you grab me with your arms and pull me tightly to your chest as we release our orgasm together.

We feel completely exhausted and smile at each other wondering what just happened. I fix my pants and you slide your panties back on.

You turn to me and ask, “Care to dance?”

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It had been three weeks since My wife Analisa and I had our first threesome. It had been three weeks since I watched my wife suck and fuck a friend’s hard black cock. Since that night, our sex had gotten more intense and hotter. She never asked for a repeat event. She seemed more than content with my cock in her mouth, pussy, and ass. We were having sex more often than we had before, which was a lot because we were having sex almost daily before. Now we were fucking sometimes twice a day, more on her days off.

On one of her rare full weekends off, Analisa told me that she wanted to go out and have fun. I had no jobs that weekend, so I decided to rent a hotel downtown and spoil her. We packed our bags and less than an hour later, we were in a beautiful suite over looking the city. Our window looked over one of the busiest intersections. It was full of cars and pedestrians. Analisa stripped out of her clothes and stood at the balcony door. She let her massive 38H tits sway freely, letting a cool breeze hit her now diamond hard pierced nipples. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I leaned down and began kissing her neck, causing her to moan slightly. My hands moved up from her stomach and began massaging her breasts. She started grinding her ass against my cock, which was getting harder quickly in my pants. She slowly turned around and dropped to her knees. She looked up and smiled at me as she slowly undid my pants. She reached in and wrapped her hand on my throbbing member. She let my pants and boxers drop to the floor of the balcony as she took my entire cock into her mouth. She took her time, moving up and down the shaft at a very sexy pace. She would take my cock out of her mouth long enough to suck my balls and stroke me for a little while. After the fifteen-minute blow job, she stood back up and bent over the railing of the balcony.

If people had been looking and were at the right angle, they would have been able to catch me sliding my cock deep into her drenched pussy. I took my time sliding my cock in her. I slowly allowed her to enjoy inch by inch of me penetrating her. Once I got all seven inches in her, I began to pick up the pace, thrusting into her harder as her moaning began to get louder. I then began to furiously fuck her as she had hit her first orgasm. No noise came out as she was trying to catch her breath. Her big tits were flopping in the wind as I pounded her soaked pussy. I continued to fuck her until she started begging me to cum on her ass. I had been fucking her for almost thirty minutes when I finally released my load all over her sexy ass. Once I came, she turned around and kissed me softly, thanking me for the fuck.

After we both jumped in the shower, which lead to another round of hot steamy sex that ended with another load filling her tight ass, we changed into nice clothes for dinner and a night out of hitting bars. I put on my standard black on black suit that included black shirt and slacks, a pair of black dress shoes, and a red tie and vest to match her dress of the night. Her dress was a dark red that had a slit up her right leg that went to her mid-thigh. It had a plunging neck line that showed off her cleavage nicely. Her red heels completed the outfit. She allowed her long black hair to fall freely down her back. We left our hotel and walked to a nice restaurant close by. We both were entertained during dinner by our waiter, even if he didn’t know he was entertaining us. He could never seem to keep his eyes away from Analisa’s cleavage. While standing above us, he had a great view. Analisa would occasionally look at his crotch where she could see the bulge in his pants.

After dinner, we made our way to a small bar that she had heard about from a coworker. We walked in around 9pm. It was not very busy, but the bartender told us that it would pick up. We grabbed our drinks and found a table in the corner. We watched as people made their way into the bar. I noticed that there were very few single people coming into the bar. It was mostly well-dressed couples. The few single people or non-couples were women.

“You would think there would be more guys in a place like this,” I said to Analisa, looking at the growing crowd.

“You won’t find any single guys or large groups of guys in here,” she replied as she took as sip of her drink.

“And why is that?”

“So, Jessica at work and I got to talking and eventually, we got to the conversation about sex. I may have let it slip about our little adventure with Dave.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. She said she had done things like that with her husband many times. I then told her how I wanted to experiment with another woman joining us. She recommended this place. They do not let trashy people in. You notice how everyone in here is dressed very nice.”

I looked around the bar again and realized that dörtyol escort all guys were wearing a variation of a suit and the women were all in dresses or very sexy skirts. None of them looked like sluts. The outfits were revealing but tasteful.

“So, you wanted to come her to…”

“I want to find a woman to take to bed with us,” she said. “We both want it, so why wait? If we can’t find a single woman to join us, then we at least get to drink and enjoy the view.”

“What if another couple wants to join us?”

“I don’t think I am at that point yet. I still need to find out if I will enjoy being with another woman.”

“If we are going to do this, then we need to set ground rules now. Rule one, we both have to agree on the woman.”

“I can agree to that. Rule two, she must be willing to be with both of us, not just one of us. The more things she has in common with us regarding what she likes during sex, the better.”

“Agreed. I will be wearing a condom. There is no exception to that. I don’t care if she swears on a holy bible that she is on the pill or shot, I refuse to take that risk.”

“Absolutely. Anything else?”

“Not at the moment. If we do get to that point, I will be standing back for the start. I want you to take in the full experience of being with another woman before I introduce the penis.”

She laughed at the comment but understood what I meant. A cute waitress came up to our table as we were ending the conversation.

“Hi. I’m Shelby. I’ll be your waitress tonight. If you need anything, just wave me down. What are you drinking tonight?”

“I’ll have a double of Jameson on the rocks and she is having a cosmopolitan.”

Shelby walked away, and I could not help but admire her tight little ass.

“She does have a nice ass,” said Analisa, also checking out Shelby’s ass. “She’s cute. I love the red hair. Tits aren’t all that big, but they match her frame.”

“Possible target for the night?”

“Maybe, but the night is just getting started.”

We were both checking out all the single women we could see, locating possible women to approach and possibly seduce when Shelby returned with our drinks. As I was pulling out cash to tip Shelby, Analisa decided to get blunt with the young woman

“Tell me Shelby, if a woman were looking to find another woman to experiment with, how would she break that ice?”

Shelby smiled and put the drink tray at her side.

“In this place, just have a few drinks with them and see if you click. There are those that act like they are too good for most people in her because they think they are supermodels, but once they open their mouths, you realize no hot body can make up for the nastiness inside of them. If it were me that the woman was trying to attempt to seduce, I would want to feel desired. Make me feel like I will be the center of attention. Flirt with me. Soft touches in places that are not just my tits and my ass. But that is just me.”

Shelby then gave off a cute blushing smile and walked away. I looked at Analisa who simply looked at me and I knew that she wanted Shelby. The girl had a cute smile, a nice body. She wasn’t thick like Analisa, but she wasn’t a twig either. She had some meat on her. She had a very well rounded ass and a flat stomach. She had meaty thighs, which I loved. Her skin was milky white with freckles all over it.

Throughout the night, Analisa and I mingled and talked with many different people. Analisa found it fun flirting with different women in subtle ways. There were many women who commented on her impressive rack. She even allowed on woman take a shot from between her tits. No matter how much she flirted with others, she still made sure to give Shelby the attention that she wanted. Shelby seemed to be enjoying the attention. Anytime she came by the table, she would make sure and stand right between me and Analisa. A couple of times, she had placed her ass directly against my crotch. She would get hugs from Analisa and her head always seemed to be perfectly level with her breasts.

As the night began to come to an end, we decided to leave. We both hugged Shelby goodbye and told her that we really enjoyed her company and would love to be able to enjoy it more. Analisa then slipped her a note from the two of us. It simply told her that we both found her to be more attractive than any of the other women we had seen that night and would love to enjoy her more. We both knew that she could not leave with any of the customers. There were stupid laws against that. We left Analisa’s cell number and our hotel and room number. We told her to text us if she was interested in joining us after she got off.

We left around midnight and returned to our suite. While Analisa was getting out of her dress, her phone buzzed. I grabbed it and smiled as düziçi escort I read the message.

“Shelby is on her way,” I told my sexy wife. She squealed in excitement. She grabbed some of her sexy underwear and ran to the bathroom to change. She came out of the bathroom in her silk robe. It was almost 1am when there was a knock at the door. I walked over to the door and saw Shelby standing outside.

“Hey,” I said as I opened the door. “Glad you could come.”

“I was happy to get the invite,” said Shelby as she walked in. She quickly noticed Analisa sitting on the couch in her robe. “That is a very sexy robe.”

“Thank you,” replied Analisa. “Why don’t you come have a seat and relax. You looked like you were running a marathon in there tonight.”

“It felt like it,” said Shelby as she sat down next to my wife. “It’s nights like these that I wish I brought a joint with me to smoke after work.”

I laughed as I walked over to one of my bags. I pulled out a medicine bottle that I kept my weed in when I went anywhere. I also pulled out a pipe.

“I think we need to move out to the balcony,” I said, making Shelby smile.

We all went out to the balcony and lit up the pipe. We allowed Shelby to take the first hit. She had a rough day at work and needed to relax. After smoking two bowls, we all went back into the suite. Shelby once again sat on the couch next to Analisa, a little closer than earlier.

“So, do you guys do this all the time,” asked Shelby.

“Smoke weed at hotels? Whenever we stay at a hotel,” I replied.

“No, I’m talking about pick up girls at bars and invite them back to your hotel room.”

“Nope. You are the first,” said Analisa.

She then explained to Shelby what her goal was for the weekend.

“So out of all the girls in that bar, you wanted me?”

“Those girls looked good, but none of them had your smile,” said Analisa. “Have you done anything like this before with other customers?”

“Not once. No one has even asked. Most people do not take notice of the girl in shorts and a white dress shirt when there are women in there dressed like models. Hard to compete.”

Analisa took that moment to make the first move. She pulled Shelby’s face to hers and placed her lips gently on the young redhead’s. The kiss was very intimate and sexy. Shelby slowly parted her lips, allowing Analisa to slip her tongue in. They kissed for a few minutes, allowing each other’s tongues to explore the others mouth. Shelby then broke the kiss and stood up. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a very sexy white lace bra covering her 32C breasts. She looked at me and motioned for me to help her remove the bra. I unclasped the bra and released her very cute, perky breasts. He nipples were hard and pink. She then undid her pants and pulled them down. She had a white lace thong on to match her bra. Analisa then stood up and untied her robe, letting it fall open. She did not have a bra on, allowing Shelby to get a perfect view of the massive tits she had been looking at all night under the dress. Analisa had on a black lace G-string that barely covered her bald pussy.

Shelby approached her and sat her back down on the couch. Shelby spread Analisa’s legs and began rubbing her hands all over her tits. Her mouth made its way to my wife’s dark pierced nipples. Shelby slowly traced her tongue around the areolas. She would drag her tongue across the nipple, causing Analisa to flinch in excitement. Shelby would switch from one nipple to the other, playing with the piercings with her tongue. She then slowly began kissing her way down Analisa’s stomach, rubbing her hand across the barely covered, drenched pussy lips of my wife. I sat in a chair next to them, enjoying the view. Shelby looked me directly in the eyes as she moved her head to face directly at the pussy that was begging for attention. She ran her tongue across the thin fabric, causing Analisa to gasp. She began to breath heavier when Shelby peeled the cloth to the side and ran her tongue across her slit. The tip of Shelby’s tongue would hit Analisa’s clit as she ran up and down. Shelby then spread open my wife’s lips and buried her tongue into the well moistened sex canal. I watched with joy as Analisa was getting eaten out by another woman for the first time. Shelby must have had done this before, because she had Analisa orgasming within minutes.

After her orgasm, Analisa switched positions with Shelby. She mimicked what Shelby had done to her breasts, slowly moving her tongue around the breasts and flicking the nipples with her tongue. Analisa was nervous as she began to move down towards Shelby’s pussy. As she got closer, she could smell the sweet juices coming from Shelby’s hot, wet cunt. The smell was intoxicating. She decided she did not want to bother with having to hold the cloth back. edremit escort She grabbed the top of the thong and pulled them off the redhead. This revealed Shelby’s well-trimmed vagina. A small strip of red hair rested just above Shelby’s love hole. Analisa moved her face closer to the wet pussy and ran her tongue across the slit, giving her the first taste of another woman’s juices. It was not sweet like I had described her own juices, but the taste was one that Analisa wanted more of. It was not long until she had her tongue lapping up all the juices coming from Shelby. Shelby moaned as Analisa lovingly pleased her pussy.

By this point, I had removed my shirt and pants, leaving me only in my boxers. My cock was very hard and barely contained in the boxers. After twenty minutes, Analisa had finally gotten Shelby to have a very wet orgasm. At this point, Analisa motioned me to come join them. She laid down on the couch, with Shelby positioning herself to get another taste of my wife’s juices. Once she started licking away, I positioned my face directly behind Shelby’s sexy ass. I placed my hands on her ass, getting a squeal from her as I squeezed the cheeks. I then spread the cheeks apart and ran my tongue along her pussy slit and up to her asshole. She jumped when I hit her backdoor, causing me to believe that she was not into that.

“I’m sorry,” I said, not sure what to say.

“Don’t be. I love it. It is not often a guy is willing to lick ass,” said Shelby, looking back at me.

“My dear, you are about to experience pleasure like you have never felt before. He is a magician with his tongue,” said Analisa.

I took the cue and passionately began not only licking her pussy, but her cute asshole as well. She moaned and groaned into Analisa’s pussy as I made her cum repeatedly. Analisa had cum a few times during this as well. I slowly introduced my fingers to her two holes, causing her moans to get louder. She then orgasmed suddenly. The next thirty minutes were filled with the girls switching positions, allowing me to eat them both and finger fuck all their holes.

“Baby, I need to see you fuck this sexy woman,” said Analisa as she removed her face from Shelby’s pussy. I went to grab a condom when Shelby stopped me.

“I am allergic to latex,” she said out of the blue, halting all activity.

“Well that is problematic,” I said.

“I know you probably have a rule that a condom is a must because you can never be sure if someone is on the pill. I carry proof that I am on the shot because I must due to the allergy.”

I looked at Analisa. We had agreed on the rules, but she seemed to be wanting to break those rules already. Shelby directed me to her purse and the front pocket. In an envelope was a breakdown of her last doctors’ appointment less than a month ago, when she had gotten the shot. That was all the proof that Analisa needed.

“Baby, this sexy young woman needs to be fucked. Come fuck her.”

I aimed to please my wife, even if that included pleasing another woman. I sat down on the couch and Shelby soon straddled me. She slowly slid my cock in her tight pussy. She could not have had sex with many people, or she had sex with people with small cocks, because she was tight. It wasn’t long until my cock was filling her tunnel up. She bounced up and down and grinded against me as my cock was buried in her. Analisa had come behind the couch and was kissing me. She would also play with Shelby’s tits. They then swapped, having Analisa on my cock and Shelby sitting next to us, playing with Analisa’s tits. At one point, my cock slipped out and Shelby quickly dropped her head down and took it into her mouth, enjoying Analisa’s juices all over my cock. She then placed it back into Analisa’s pussy, allowing me to continue to fuck my wife.

The finally of the night happened as I had both women bent over on the couch and took turns fucking them doggystyle. The two made out heavily as I pounded each of them from behind. Both had a couple more orgasms and were close to exhausted. I was losing my energy after a couple hours of intense sex. Finally, I could feel my load about to escape.

Analisa and Shelby both dropped off the couch and onto their knees.

“Cum on her tits,” begged Shelby. I didn’t even hesitate and exploded all over Analisa’s tits. Once the last drop was out, Shelby then proceeded to lick all of my seed off of the tits. Exhausted, I plopped down onto the chair and caught my breath.

“That was amazing,” said Analisa to Shelby.

“I agree,” said Shelby. “You two helped me live out a fantasy tonight. I had always fantasized about meeting a couple at the bar and going home with them. This isn’t your home, but it is close enough. How was your first experience with another woman?”

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect. What do you think babe?’

“It was amazing. We sure did choose the right woman for your first time.”

The three of us took separate showers and then all passed out. Shelby joined us in the bed and fell asleep right next to Analisa. As I fell into a deep slumber, all I could think about was what was our next adventure going to be like.

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