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Ch. 02: Team-building

I was curious about the famous team-building. My colleagues were talking about a lot and sometimes we got an e-mail about the plans. I think they had tried to make us interested in the team-building so they gave us information about it little by little only. There was a poster in the elevator, showing who is in charge of the registrations. Of course, I sent my registration in a long time ago. I was wondering who can I get to know of these strangers who I work with. And I was hoping I can get to know Bonnie a bit better after the team-building itself, at the party. Who knows, maybe we’ll get a special exercise together during the day…

But nothing works out as you planned it. As I found out, the location of the team-bulding was a little camp in the mountains west from the city. Back in the old times, it was a student camp, but somebody bought it and remade it. He organised outings here for big companies like ours. There were a few timber houses around a lawn, and a big representative building made of bricks and glass, where we could get together to lunch or dinner.

The team-building itself was a huge disappointment. The whole day was spent with idiotic things: we were searching in teams of five for some kind of hidden treasure in the woods, we had to solve lots of one-horse tasks, to find traces to it. I lost all my spirit when I had to dive into a wet, cold cavity of an old tree elbow deep – I’m no Indiana Jones, for heaven’s sake!

Later on, I got friends with two guys from the IT department, so we laughed on everything from then on. The leader of the team, sent by a professional team-building firm, almost got crazy at the end of the day. He promised us our bosses will know everything about our “attitude”, as he said. But we were just laughing, since we were only a nickname in our neck, a nickname, which should “describe us.” This was another of the team-builders’ ideas.

I was really glad when the night had come. I occupied an empty corner with my food. I was searching for Bonnie but I couldn’t find her anywhere.

During the evening, the managers told us how proud they are to be a member of our team, how good work we had done, how satisfied our clients are and so on. The beginning was sort of entertaining, but when they were telling us the same bullshit the twentieth time, I got bored and I didn’t care any more.

At least the food was good. I was eating the dessert when I saw Bonnie. She was sitting among her colleagues, with the other hot chicks from the real estate department, and they were really enjoying themselves. I figured out I will ask her somehow out for a merzifon escort little chit-chat. I ate my dessert, took my plates out and wanted to go to Bonnie but I bumped into Carl. He was an arrogant, grease-haired, tall but slim man. I never really liked him.

“Hi, Scott, how’s the food?” he asked.

“Good, I guess,” I said and tried to sidestep him, but he stopped me.

“Do you want to have a little fun?”

I saw in his eyes there is something going on. I checked the real estate girls above Carl’s shoulders. I didn’t see Bonnie there any more.

“What is it about?” I asked a little disappointedly.

“Come with me,” he said and hurried out.

We went around the building. Carl was behaving very mysteriously, he checked whether we are followed by someone and answered none of my questions. But he stopped at the pool:

“Listen up, you’re still new here so I thought I will put you up to this. You don’t have to thank me, let’s say I’m doin’ you a favor. And when you will have to do a favor for me, you will remember what a good friend of yours I am, comprende?”

I didn’t like his Godfather take-off too much, but I nodded. He continued on his arrogant tone:

“Do you know Helen? From the HR?”

“The small, black-haired girl? Of course! She organized my job interview, when I came to the firm…”

“Okay, okay…” Carl said, but didn’t really listened to me, he was watching the surroundings behind us. “Listen, mate” he leaned to me like a conspirator from the middle ages. “Helen’s got a… little strange obsession. At these kind of team-buildings she always hides into a room and welcomes a little group of insiders there.”

I was looking at him with a dumb expression on my face.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he tapped my chest. “She sucks off everybody! This gets her off! I don’t know what is good in it for her, but she never lets anybody to do her anything, you can’t even touch her breasts or her ass. It’s a shame since she’s got a real…” he showed me some round lines like he would grab Helen’s ass.

“She’s got a really nice ass, for sure…” I admitted.

“That’s not the point! I work you in, you will have a nice evening. The first rule: you can’t touch her, she really hates especially when you grab her head during the face-fucking. Just let her do her job. Now what do you think the second rule is?”

“Er…” I was thinking. “Discretion?”

“You will go very far, brother. This little adventure has to remain between us. Don’t mention it to Helen at the office. You talk with her about the stock exchange or the weather. mezitli escort That’s how she wants it, enough said. And we won’t be fools to miss out a good little suckie like this, will be, mate?”

He didn’t even wait for the answer, took to the trees on a little pathway. I recalled Helen: she really was a very sexy girl. A little small, but her body was really neat, with nice, round breasts and ass. Just the way I liked it. I’d heard some rumours about her and the director but you don’t have to believe everything they say. But now what Carl told me… Can this be true? Is she really a whore like this? I became interested.

We walked to the furthest timber house. From the outside, it seemed abandoned. Carl checked the area again then we went inside. The ground floor was really quiet. There were some jackets lying around on the floor. Carl showed me the way on the stairs to the upper floor. There was a little corridor. Carl confidently opened a door.

There was nice warm inside, the fire was burning in the fireplace, and that’s where all the light came from. Helen was kneeling naked on a huge bear skin at the middle of the room, just as Carl promised to me. There were three guys standing around her, all of them from different departments. I barely knew them. Each of them had their cocks in their hands and they were waiting to be the next to be blown. Helen was sucking the man before her with eyes closed, in her very rhythmical, very routinal way. She let the cock out of her mouth once in a while, smiled, patted it playfully, like a little stick, then grabbed the ass of the guy and pulled him back between her beautiful lips. Aside of being naked, there were some traces of sperm listening between her breasts already.

“She is really good,” Carl smiled. “Come on, try it out!”

He pushed me to the end of the short row. I watched for a while how Helen sucked a guy then like the others, I zipped out my trousers, and got my dick out. Two guys just finished in front of me, they sprayed their white jets on her tits and some fluids landed in her hair. The men stepped back, grabbed their clothes and hurried away. Only one guy remained and Carl behind me, but he already got his dick out and jerked it furiously. Helen pulled the guy deep into her mouth. The guy was moaning loudly and his knees went weak. I think Helen must have swallow every drop because when she let the cock out, there was just her saliva dripping from it.

“Now that was juicy,” she said, smiling. “Next!”

The guy stumbled away, Helen moped her lips like a fighter after a match.

I was next. Helen midyat escort eyed me up and down. but I wasn’t sure she recognised me. She pulled me closer to her by my knees, and gently let my cock between beautiful lips. She licked along the head of my cock, while stroking my cock down with her hand. It was really good to be in her hot little mouth, especially when she turned her tongue around my cock head. She let it gently deeper and deeper, sucking and licking it like a lollipop. When I was halfway in her mouth, she started bobbing on me. I let out a satisfied moan, she was doing it so well. Her wet tongue was moving quickly around my cock, her saliva was flowing wildly around my cock, down to my balls.

Suddenly she let my cock out of her hot mouth and spanked her cheeks with it. Then grabbed it again and started to jerk it off. With her other hand, she smoothed out her hair from her face. She bent under my sack and licked my balls with her small tongue during the jerk-off.

“She’s a pro, right?” patted Carl my shoulder. What could I say? I enjoyed the girl’s work on my cock without a sound. She swallowed my cock again, sucked it really hard, and when it was deep in her throat, she swallowed some more, to make the sucking feeling stronger. She was really a pro, the head of my cock touched the back of her throat once or twice. I enjoyed it very much. I would instinctively grab her hair to take her onto my cock, but I recalled what Carl had said before – no touchie! So I enjoyed the hardcore suckfest, moaned and sighed loudly and the girl was just sucking and sucking me off. And she did it really well! She lightly grabbed my balls, gently stroked them as they were plums, meanwhile her head solidly bobbed on my cock.

I closed my eyes and let it go. My orgasm hit me like a shock, the sperm broke out in thick, hot, aching waves from my body inside Helen’s eager mouth. She continued the sucking, but in a bit slower pace, she hardly touched the head of my cock, she licked it very slowly instead. She gently sucked every drop out of me and swallowed it all. When she let my throbbing cock out of her hot mouth, I could hardly stand on my own two feet.

“It was juicy…” she giggled and fondled my cock with her palm.

“Thanks…” I sighed.

Some drops of sperm and saliva fall down on the bear leather beside her knees but neither of us cared about it.

“Let me here,” Carl said, and stepped to the girl. He didn’t hesitate, quickly shoved his cock between Helen’s lips and she started bobbing on him. I felt it’s time to leave so I dressed up, and stumbled my way out, down the stairs.

I sat down for a little bit and thought over what just happened to me. So this is Helen’s obsession. Using Carl’s words annoyed me a little bit but I didn’t know how to say it otherways. And I had to admit, she was really good at it. If there is something like that at every team-building, it will worth coming to them.

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This story was suggested by a lady who calls herself Penny, which may or may not be her real name. Penny is married and, it seems, enjoys sex with a man; we have seen photographs (though it would be improper for us to publish them) in which Penny, if that is her name, opens her legs to have her cunt licked, presumably by her husband, whose real name may or may not be Mark. Penny also claims to need and enjoy frequent masturbation. This activity, whether with her fingers or with artificial aids, is greatly enhanced, she claims, by a certain type of fantasy. This site already offers one such fantasy, Penny’s Progress, which was written with her guidance. Her latest request, Penny’s Pleasure, develops a similar scenario. Whether the events portrayed really are no more than a figment of Penny’s erotic imagination, or whether they are a disguised version of actual experiences, who can say? The reader may wonder whether Penny exists only in the minds of the authors but in that case the reader would be mistaken. We are in a world where the lines between truth and fiction are easily blurred. How much of what follows is true and how much invented, the reader must decide. We simply hope that when Penny reads these words and slips her hand inside her knickers she will recognise herself, be pleased – and ultimately satisfied.

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Boredom was never a problem for Penny. Her difficulty was finding time to indulge. There was a house to maintain, a husband to care for in and out of bed, a demanding child whose inquisitive nature had to be channelled away from sensitive areas, a sister in another city who claimed her attention from time to time. Now Mark was suggesting they should investigate the local swinging scene. Penny was tempted but from past experience she knew developing the right contacts needed long-term care and patience. If only there was an extra day in the week …

Yet Penny was also aware she needed an outlet for the sexual energy that had been building for some months. Maybe it would have been easier to sublimate if she had not had one earlier glimpse of the promised land. Her patronage of a new lingerie boutique had led her into a series of experiences which had opened her eyes (and not only her eyes) to the joys of bisexuality. The interested reader can find a detailed account, slightly disguised for reasons of discretion, in the story entitled Penny’s Progress.

At the time there had been every reason to believe that her involvement with the boutique proprietress, Carla, and a selection of her clients, would continue and flourish. There had, after all, been room for Mark’s occasional inclusion, too. But Carla had made the mistake of allowing into the circle a young woman who proved to be an undercover reporter for a tabloid newspaper. The resulting scandal led to the closure of the boutique and Carla’s hasty move to another part of the country.

Fortunately, Penny had not been present at the gathering infiltrated by the reporter and so had been spared unwanted publicity, but the narrow escape made her all the more cautious about seeking out local swingers. Her solution, only partially satisfactory, was to give rein to her penchant for masturbation which had been her favoured form of release since her early teens.

Before meeting Carla and acquiring a whole new wardrobe of provocative lingerie, Penny had been happy to please Mark by wearing black bra, knickers and stockings. But for masturbation she had formed the habit of wearing white cotton, no doubt some kind of subconscious throwback to the days when she had first experimented with self-pleasure. It was to this routine that she had returned in the aftermath of Carla’s disappearance.

On the rare occasions when she had the house to herself and could be sure of not being disturbed, she would sit in a favourite armchair, lift her skirt, spread her legs and slide a hand inside the waistband of her knickers. Closing her eyes, she liked to recall her initiation with Carla and a plainish, brown-haired woman named Sonia. Over time it was Sonia who gave Penny her most intense orgasms, and there was one image that always came into Penny’s mind as soon as her fingers began to stimulate her clitoris.

In her memory they were all three naked on the floor of a room at Carla’s home. Penny was on her back with cushions beneath her head and bottom. Carla’s tongue fluttered across her nipples. Sonia’s hands lifted her knees, widened her thighs. Penny tensed momentarily but was quickly persuaded to relax. Sonia’s fingers probed her labia, tested the inner wetness. Two digits, then three, entered, withdrew, entered again. Carla was murmuring into her ear, “It’s going to be very good, Penny. Your cunt will be on fire. Nobody does it the way Sonia does.”

When Penny began to writhe and moan the two women immediately read the signs of approaching orgasm. The arousal was allowed to slacken off but not completely. Penny, having been so close to the edge, was afraid they turgutlu escort might not take her all the way. She began to make thrusting movements with her pelvis, trying to encourage Sonia to complete what she had begun.

“Not yet,” said Carla quietly. “Much too soon. Are you all right?”

“Yes,” said Penny. “But please keep doing it.”

Nowadays, the recollection of the huge, heaving climax she was eventually brought to, Sonia’s mouth and tongue invading her cunt while Carla pinned her shoulders to the floor, invariably coincided with the conclusion her fingers had been working towards. Then it was time to clean up, drop the damp white cottons into the laundry basket and go about her business.

She needed a couple of passport size photographs and the nearest photo booth was at the local mall. Having checked that she had the requisite coins for the machine, Penny was exasperated to be confronted by an Out of Order notice. No indication of when it might be functioning again. Not wanting another wasted journey, she remembered a professional photographer on an upper floor. Probably that could provide what she wanted. Probably at twice the price of the booth but there was no easy alternative.

The photographer’s premises were open and not busy. A middle-aged, well-built woman greeted her, showed her into the studio and introduced the photographer, Gary, a young black man. Gary fussed with lights more than Penny thought necessary for a simple task but certainly went about his work confidently while making pleasant small talk. He told Penny how attractive she looked. Penny said she hoped the photographs would show as much but it wasn’t really important that they should.

Whatever the outcome it would have to wait. The woman in the front office explained that this was a professional job; their policy was to have the photos developed and to offer proofs from which Penny could make a selection. Penny stifled an impulse to be curt in reply. She asked if they would just choose what they considered the best, print off half-a-dozen and put them in the post to her. Could they do that before the end of the day? Of course they would be pleased to do so. Penny gave her address, paid and went home.

ID cards are are ID cards, not portraits for posterity. When they arrived in the mail, they had benefited from being properly lit and developed but hardly justified the extra expense. It was only when she was tidying later that Penny noticed on the back of the compliments slip a hand-written note:

“I hope these are what you require. If I can be of any further service please do not hesitate to contact me. You might be interested in some of the work we do – there are many opportunities for an attractive mature woman such as yourself. Why not arrange to comeand see us? If I am not here, my assistant, Alexandra, will be pleased to help.”

Frances Stertori (prop.)

Penny wasn’t thrilled by the word ‘mature’ but ‘attractive’ softened the effect. In any case, she couldn’t envisage herself as a model. She dropped the slip in the bin.

The circumstance that caused her to change her mind was strange. A few days later, during a deeply sensual masturbation session in which she several times brought herself to the brink before changing tempo to delay the orgasm, she found her mental images of Carla mutating into Frances Stertori. Thinking about it while changing her knickers afterwards, she realised that there was a striking similarity between the two. Like Carla, Frances was probably in her early fifties, well-groomed, full-bodied, softly spoken but with an authoritative air that was hard to define.

Perhaps, Penny mused, it was no more than a symptom of her now frustrated bisexual leanings. Carla’s policy had always been one of utmost discretion for the select clients whom she invited to her gatherings. Her guests never knew each other’s surnames, could never be sure that the names by which they were known at the parties were not invented. It was a rule that no phone numbers of addresses were exchanged. When they left Carla’s house they all retreated into secret compartments, into their separate lives. It meant that when Carla fled, Penny had no means of contacting Sonia with a view to pursuing their intense relationship independently.

Now here was Frances Stertori evoking comparisons Penny couldn’t dismiss. She tried telling herself the possibility that Frances might be another Carla was too much of a coincidence to be given credence, no more than an erotic fantasy. And yet …

Before she could gives herself time to change her mind, Penny went to the phone book, looked up the number and dialled. An unfamiliar voice answered, announcing herself as Alexandra. For a moment, Penny was tempted to say it was a wrong number but when she gave her name, Alexandra seemed to be expecting her call. Frances, she said, was hoping Penny would ring. They agreed a date for an appointment.

Without her husband’s turgutreis escort encouragement, Penny might still have backed out. Mark remembered the liberating effect of Penny’s involvement with Carla and the pleasure it had led to for them both. If that could be recreated, he was fully in favour. In bed, listening to Penny’s strange intuition linking Frances with Carla, he sensed the attraction. But it was so nebulous. He said, “Maybe. But that’s in the future. Who knows what will come of it? Probably nothing. But this is now. Feel this.” He guided her hand to his cock, already hard and demanding. “We’ll find another woman for you somehow, I promise. But don’t forget me. Fuck me, Penny.”

She knew he was right, and she didn’t intend to forsake the intimacy and the hungry mating that was sex with Mark. She turned on to her knees, knowing that Mark enjoyed nothing more than a fuck doggy-style. Taking his cock in his hand, he fed it into the opening of her cunt. She was wet and it was easy to absorb his shaft. He grasped her hips and began a driving rhythm. Instinctively she understood. All wish-motivated fantasies were banished as she concentrated on the animal-like nature of the coupling. It wasn’t always like this but sometimes it was good simply to give way to the most basic desires. She knew Mark couldn’t last long this way, wished that she could time her climax to synchronise with his but understood it was impossible. It was the eternal difference between the male and female orgasm. Even before she could reach beneath herself to finger her clit, a gasp and a final lunge signalled his discharge into her cunt. Mark clung to her for a few seconds, kissed her cunt twice and then flopped on to his back. Soon he was asleep. Penny lay awake musing about Frances.

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Penny’s appointment had been made for the time at which the photographers closed for the day. “Then we won’t be interrupted,” Alexandra had said without explaining why that might have been undesirable.

She was welcomed by the proprietress and shown into an office. “First, let me thank you for coming,” said Frances Stertori. They were sitting facing each other on comfortable chairs. Behind them was a desk with a few papers, a phone and a computer. “We are always on the lookout for new models but we seldom come across one so attractive in your age-group.”

The flattery seemed sincere enough but Penny remained wary. In the back of her mind she knew exactly why she had accepted the invitation but she had decided that if any covert signals were to emerge they would not be from her. Rejection would be more embarrassing than she could bear. She declined a glass of wine but accepted the offer of coffee.

“Please call me Frances,” the woman said. “This is really just an informal little chat to see if you would be interested in any of our channels.”

“What would they be?”

“Oh, various types of photography. Across the whole range, really. I could show you some examples, but first may I ask you a few questions?”

“Of course.”

Frances reached for a file from the desk. took out a sheet of paper and attached it to a clip board. “We have the basic details – name, address, telephone and so on. No need to go through those again.” She looked up with a warm smile. “How old are you, Penny?”

“Thirty-nine.” No point in dissembling.

“Measurements?”

“Thirty-eight, twenty-eight, thirty-eight.” More or less, she thought. It was a while since she’d checked.

“Thirty-eight D – would I be right?”

Penny nodded. Frances made a note.

“You are married?”

“Yes.”

“Children?”

“Just one.”

“Scars? Stretch marks?”

These were hardly the questions Penny had anticipated but there was no backing out now. “No. None. I keep in shape.”

“Yes, I can see. How would your husband feel about you agreeing to model for us?

That would depend, Penny thought. She could foresee a situation that would meet with his wholehearted approval but nothing remotely close had been suggested yet. “Is there a reason why he shouldn’t agree?”

“It depends on the person. We have had difficulties. Jealousy mostly.”

“I would have to discuss it with Mark. And I would need to know what was involved.” Where were these questions leading was what Penny really wanted to know.

“Of course.” Frances made another note then looked into Penny’s eyes. “Lingerie photos, for example. Not all husbands would be comfortable with their wives posing in lingerie.”

“As I say, I would need to talk to Mark?”

“What are your own tastes in lingerie?”

When Penny hesitated, reminding herself that the black knickers and bra she wore were among her more expensive purchases from the heady days of Carla’s boutique, Frances said, “Please don’t be embarrassed. These are standard questions we ask all our potential models. If there are any you prefer not to answer, please say so.”

Penny ünye escort remained silent. Although she felt the questions were becoming unnecessarily intimate she was curious to know where the interview was heading. Wasn’t this reminiscent of how things had started with Carla?

After a pause which she seemed to take as approval to continue, Frances prompted her again on the subject of lingerie.

“I suppose you could say I like a range, everyday wear and – well, certain things for special occasions.”

“Would you have a problem with being in front of the camera in lingerie?”

“It would depend, I suppose. If that was what was required or …”

“How about posing nude? Would you do that?”

Penny decided enough was enough. She simply couldn’t fathom Frances Stertori and she was beginning to suspect that she could end up being exploited for basic commercial reasons. Not what she had in mind at all. “I would need to know a lot more,” she said. But thinking that she had sounded prudish, she added, “It’s not that I have a closed mind. It’s just – “

“Please don’t apologise. We are all inclined to be wary about anything unfamiliar, aren’t we? The thing is, we get a number of requests for people of your – style. Attractive, normal women. Not what I call manufactured models. And I believe you would fit the demand perfectly.”

Was it sincere? Or mere flattery? If she wasn’t to find here what she’d been secretly hoping for, she might as well settle the matter once and for all, get the woman to put cards on the table. But she was pre-empted. Before she could respond, Frances went on, “I think you have reservations and that’s no basis for us to proceed. So I’ll tell you what we’ll do.” She picked up the phone from the desk. “Alex will let you have one of our sample DVD’s. It will show you the kind of work we do, and then you can make up your mind. Have a look at it and then we’ll chat again.”

On the way out Penny collected the DVD. Somewhat to her surprise, she was asked to sign for it. The DVD was in a plain wrapper marked only Demo. Alex, on the other hand, was anything but plain: a striking blonde with high, small breasts and long legs. “We spoke on the phone,” she said. “It’s very nice to see you in person.” She smiled. “And I’m not in the least disappointed.”

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At the first opportunity when Penny had the house to herself, she slipped the DVD into the player and sat down to watch. The screen showed a date a few months earlier followed by a plain white caption on a black background:

PRIVATE DEMO Not for public exhibition

FS/AW/GH/TT

FS was obviously Frances Stertori, thought Penny. AW might be Alexandra, GH could be Gary, the photographer. But TT? Before she could speculate further, the screen opened into colour. The scene is a bedroom. There is a large double bed with expensive pale yellow drapes. A woman sits at a dressing table. She turns to address the camera. It is Frances Stertori.

“This is a private video which will introduce you to the area of our work we hope will be of special interest for you. The receipt you signed when you collected it includes an undertaking not to communicate to a third party anything you see here. Please respect that, and please excuse the formality of this introduction.” With a deprecatory shrug, she rises from the dressing table before continuing. “Well, that was the necessary small print. Now I’m sure you are curious to see what I have in mind, and while a one-woman show has it’s merits we can do rather better with two.”

The camera cuts to a door which opens to admit Alexandra, though not exactly as Penny had last seen her. Alexandra is now naked from the waist up. All she wears are a black suspender belt, black knickers, black stockings and high heels. The camera zooms in to frame her upper half, displaying high small breasts slightly uptilted, the nipples dark and pointed. “Hello,” she says, smiling confidently into the lens. “You’ve already met Frances. And I’m Alex. I’m one of the lingerie models but I also act as Frances’s secretary. Although there is nearly thirty years age difference, we think we get along together rather well.”

While speaking she walks to where Frances stands in front of a full length mirror dressed, much as Penny remembers her, in a dark business suit. The two women kiss, a long, sensuous kiss during which the camera moves round behind Alex. It pans down and zooms in to show Frances’s hands cupping her young assistant’s buttocks.

They break apart. A close-up shows Alex’s face, the delicate high cheekbones, the complexion flushed, indicating already her state of arousal, the eyes closed. Frances’s voice is heard. “Ready?” Alex nods. She is seen full frontal. Frances is behind her, arms reaching round, hands fondling the tight little breasts. As Frances’s fingers begin to tweak the nipples, Alex gives a little gasp of pleasure. The camera instantly zooms in.

A second head appears in the frame of the picture. Frances has moved round to apply her lips and tongue to the stiff dark peaks. She licks and sucks. Alex moans softly.

In her chair in front of the screen, Penny turns back her skirt, slides her hand inside the waistband of her knickers. Her cunt lips are wet and slippery.

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Terri gets her first taste of black cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then it was over…

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

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

To be continued in January 2005

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In the previous Chapter, Michalis and Thomas decided to deceive the Tax Collector. Their plan was to present TC a virgin young woman who would pose as a prostitute. Of all the friends and acquaintances of their social circles, Michalis and Thomas chose Sofi, an inexperienced nineteen year old girl to ask for her aid. Michalis met Sofi, told her their situation and their plan, and she accepted her temporary role. Michalis then got a fake prostitute license and on his way to the meeting, he became vaguely horny and went to see Sarah, a prostitute that gave him a very nice blowjob the other day. This time, they had sex and it was a very sensual experience, one that made Michalis lose track of time and realize that he would be late on their meeting.

You Bet! Ch.3 — by Charkas

At the tripe shop, Thomas and Sofi waited impatiently for Michalis to arrive and give Sofi the license. The time neared five thirty.

“Where is that guy?” Michalis fretted. “TC is about to arrive!”

Half past five. The door opened. And in came. . .

“Oh no,” Thomas panicked, “too late!”

. . . Michalis.

Thomas exhaled in relieve. “Hey! What took you so long?”

“Ehh. . .” Michalis’ eyes rolled down and right as he recalled his experience with Sarah.

Thomas’ facial expression tightened up and his face became red as he realized that Michalis switched to Homo Neandertalis mode again. But he didn’t say anything, he had more important things to worry about. “Did you get the license?” he eventually inquired.

“Yeah, sure.” Michalis said and by reaching the inside of his jacket, he presented an envelope and gave to Sofi.

Sofi snatched the envelope, opened it and noticed the ID card inside. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yes,” Michalis confirmed. “Did you bring the passport photos?”

Sofi nodded “Yes, they are here with me.”

“Okay,” Michalis instructed, “now glue them carefully on the blank ID square.”

Sofi did so thoroughly and carefully and then she went to the dressing room to prepare her appearance as a prostitute.

Michalis and Thomas waited for TC to arrive. The time was nearly twenty to six.

“Think he won’t come?” Thomas asked.

“Nah,” Michalis replied, “tax agents always com—”

“Gling — gling!” the doorbell rang.

“We’re open!” announced Thomas cheerily.

Opening the door and making an aggressive step forward, TC got in. “Well, if it isn’t the two cowboys!” TC grinned sardonically. “So what’s on the menu today?”

“Fresh meat!” Michalis replied.

The Tax Collector shrugged “Fine then.” In the position he stood, between the opened door and the wall, the lighting of the shop mixed with the shade cast from the door, made his facial expression look abnormal, vile and diabolic “So, until the main course arrives, meaning the girl that you claim is a prostitute, I’d like to eat here for one last time, before this shop closes forever. Ha — ha — ha!”

“Are you sure you want that?” Thomas asked. “How do you know that we won’t poison you?”

TC grabbed the table in front of him from the side edges and leaned forward, holding his position. Glaze — eyed and with a frowning eyebrow, he threatened “Don’t worry, I’ve taken measures. I have informed a buddy of mine in the agency what you’re doing up here. If something happens to me, you’ll be accused of murder.”

“Okay then,” Thomas maintained the sarcasm in his voice. “So what would you have then monsieur?”

“One kilo cocorechi*.”

*Cocorechi = A national Greek dish made of sticking lamb intestines, liver, spleen and lungs on a metal skewer, wrapping them up with lamb bowel and grilling them by rotating the skewer under fire. The dish is mostly served during Easter, and it is at those times that the famous movie, ‘The Silence of the Lambs’, is played most frequently on the Greek TV.

“Coming right up!” Thomas exclaimed and went to the kitchen, prepared the dish and brought it to TCs’ table.

Grabbing the fork, TC attacked the cocorechi with an insatiable appetite. Adopting an almost theatrical gesture as a finishing signal, he elegantly took the handkerchief accompanied with his meal and with a dexterous and soft swipe, he removed the oil from his greasy lips “I’m done,” he announced, “now show me your little slut.”

“Of course.” Thomas said. “Tina! Come in dear!”

Sofi got out of the dressing room and into the dining area. She wore a very short mini skirt that made her thin but well — formed legs visible, that piece of clothing being so short that it could barely hide her red string. On the upper part of her body, her leather jacket remained unbuttoned, leaving her red bra and soft skin in plain sight. She kept her brown curly hair wild and chewed a gum.

Michalis and Thomas completely lost it. Was that the same girl they talked to before?

The Tax Collector however retained his control “And you’re supposed to be a virgin?” he laughed out loud.

“Yes I am!” Sofi confronted milas escort TC, face to face. “Why, you got a problem old man?”

“No, I don’t. . .” TC replied perplexed by her sudden aggression. “So you claim that you are both a virgin and a prostitute?”

Sofi smiled with glazing eyes. “Yup — yup, those two I am!”

“Fine.” TC nodded. “Prove it to me then that you are a virgin. For the prostitute part I’ve made up my mind.”

“And what’s your price mister?” Sofi demanded to everybody’s surprise.

“A real model of self — control!” Michalis thought excited. “Other girls, even those with great acting skills would have panicked by now. I’m impressed!”

“Eh, how much do you want?” TC languidly worded after recomposing himself from the blow.

Sofi continued her amazing acting “That’ll be fifty euros honey.”

TC lost his temper momentarily and the blood in his veins painted his face crimson red. Yet, just before speaking, he managed to dominate his impulses again. “It’s okay, I’ll pay.” he shrugged. “Either way, I’ll take them back on the double later. And to be honest, it’s not a bad idea to shove a dick every now and then.”

Obviously the Tax Collector thought that he would fuck Sofi. However, she had other plans in mind.

Forming a half serious smile, she sneered “And who told you that I’m gonna let YOU fuck me? I don’t want to lose my virginity. You’ll only see my pussy! Got it you fail of a pirate?”

TC snapped “Fifty euros just to see your cunt, you little. . . cunt? I think I’ll toss a rock to your empty head. You’ll see then how it feels to be fucked for the first time!”

“Was that how they fucked you on your first time too, you dingle — ass baboon?” she laughed at him.

“You really got some nerve you little brat!” TC pouted indignantly. Suddenly, his eyes sparkled with a shine of madness. He reached his pocket and everybody thought that he would indeed grab a rock and throw it at Sofi’s face. But that didn’t happen.

Extending out his hand towards Sofi, the Tax Collector opened his palm and a fresh printed fifty euro bill presented itself. “Take it!” he groaned and slammed the bill to her already stretched out to receive palm. “And now show me your virginity.”

Complying to what TC requested, Sofi began to undress. She removed her leather jacket, followed by her mini skirt. Then she took off her red string, revealing to everybody her nudity. Her pubic hair, even though trimmed, retained a brownish texture. Her ass was cute and extremely tight.

Needless to say that every living organism become horny with that sight. Including bacteria, viruses and other little fellows that always accompany us on our environment. But let’s stick with the humans in the room.

Due to his average sized cock, Michalis could hide himself from embarrassment, and TC, sitting at the table didn’t have any problems either. Thomas on the other hand found it impossible to cover his huge bulging club from his pants.

Yes, Thomas had a very big cock, a lot longer and thicker than the average person. If Michalis had an uzi gun, Thomas had a bazooka; only a few shots, but very destructive in damage.

Sofi sat on top of the table, opened her legs and spread her pussy for TC to see. “Come,” she mocked him, “take a closer look at me!”

Leaning forward, TC began to inspect Sofi’s pubic area.

Michalis and Thomas leaned sideways to get a sneak peek.

“Is there anything more palatable than having something like this on your plate?” Michalis whispered to Thomas.

Thomas responded excited and with a relatively loud voice “Yes, Sofi’s pussy with a one kilo cocorechi!”

Momentarily becoming disrupted from her task at hand, that was, to keep her legs spread out, Sofi glanced curiously at Thomas, raised her eyebrows puzzled and then returned to her previous activity.

“Shush!” Michalis abruptly said feeling embarrassed.

After a minute or so, TC leaned backwards to the back of his chair. Oh, wait. His chair had no back and he fell flat to the ground making a stomping sound. Thump! He stood up and sat again, a bit dizzy and ready to make his verdict, even though his sad expression betrayed him. “She is indeed a virgin!” he admitted, unable to grasp it. “But how is this possible?”

“Well, she is!” boasted Thomas and then added “Which simply means that we’ve won. Now get your mangy butt out of my restaurant!”

“But . . .”

“Butt my ass!” Thomas laughed. “You made your bet and lost. Time to honour that agreement!”

TC smiled sinisterly. “To hell if I do.” he hissed and laughed scornfully. “I’ll report you still.”

To the Tax Collector’s bewilderment, Thomas returned the smile. “I expected you would do something so low— ”

“I knew it,” Michalis thought astonished, “Thomas must have finally overcome his naivety!”

“That’s why I prepared for you a surprise!” Thomas finished his sentence.

“What kind of surprise?” the Tax Collector inquired mudanya escort curious.

Thomas pointed the corner of the wall with his finger. “Look up there!”

A camera was placed at the far corner of the concrete wall, aiming at the table TC sat on. At that moment, Sofi had left the table and was already dressing.

“This entire interaction between us today has been recorded!” Thomas jabbed. “I call this recipe, ‘finely chopped taxed tripe.’ If you don’t honour our agreement, then this delightful dish is going to become very popular in the Greek cook book. Going international is also a good idea, who knows?”

The Tax Collector laughed “You got me you maggots!” and then admitted, still astonished “There really exists a virgin prostitute!”

“Exactly,” Thomas said triumphantly, “if it weren’t for our Sofi!”

Michalis tried to stare indifferently towards the ceiling. He couldn’t help but think “Oh, shoot, he got sloppy.”

“How did you call her?” TC demanded to know.

Thomas attempted to correct his mistake “Ehh . . Tina!”

“Don’t give me that.” TC spat. “You called her Sofi, I’m not deaf!” He stared at Sofi and derided “Why don’t you come over here again . . . Tina?”

Sofi approached. “What is it again?”

“I want to see your sexual worker license.” TC requested.

Reaching her license out of an inner pocket of her jacket, Sofi gave it to him.

TC grabbed the license and scanned it thoroughly. “Haha!” he laughed. “You messed up. I don’t know how you managed to find a license ID, but the stamp doesn’t go over to the photo area. So, it’s obvious that it’s a fake! Nobody would ever place a stamp in a license with no photo in the ID. I know the people of that department, they are not that irresponsible!”

“Fuck.” Michalis thought. “In all my haste, that was the only thing I overlooked. Dammit.”

“Anyway,” TC concluded, “you lost the bet! Now this business is going to close.”

“I don’t think so!” Sofi intervened, who passively observed their conversation all that time.

“And why is that?” TC asked.

“When I met with Michalis earlier, he told me what the definition of a prostitute is. A prostitute is a woman, willing to give sexual services in exchange for something non sexual, material or not.”

“I don’t know where you’re getting at.” TC said.

“Yes,” Michalis agreed, “why do you bring that up Sofi?”

Sofi explained calmly “I am willing to have sex with you TC, and in exchange, I’m asking that you oversee Thomas’ debt and go. And by saying that, by definition I am a prostitute.”

“Hmm, you have a point.” Thomas acknowledged.

“Additionally,” she continued, “on your bet with Thomas, you asked him to find a prostitute near the red district area, isn’t that so?”

“I did that.” TC unwillingly admitted.

“I live just two blocks away, my apartment is near the red light district,” Sofi stated, “you never mentioned if that prostitute had to be a legal one or not.”

“That’s right!” Michalis gushed energized by that realization. “Sofi is indeed the virgin prostitute Thomas. We’ve won!”

TC said nothing. Everything seemed as if he had lost. But suddenly, his eyes sparkled and he smiled with renewed maliciousness. “Why don’t you tell me Sofi,” he addressed her, “you said you were willing to have sex with me, didn’t you?”

“Well, I . . .” Sofi lost her words.

“Aha!” TC shouted. “So you’re not really willing to give your body to me! Therefore, you’re not a real prostitute, so I win the bet!”

“No!” Sofi snapped back decisively. “I’ll do it. For Thomas.”

“Sofi, I’d rather you didn’t sacrifice your purity for me!” Thomas intervened. “Virginity is something sacred for a girl. I wouldn’t want for you to have such a memory for your first time.”

“But I do.” Sofi insisted. “It’s an honour my first time to have such an altruistic impact, to save a friend.”

“Alright then!” TC rubbed his hands. “So get naked you slut — that — is — not — really — a — slut. If you dare.”

Getting herself naked for the second time, Sofis’ tight and tender pussy appeared ready to get fucked for the first time. Everything around her got horny, even non — living objects; spoons, forks, knives, everything started to float in the air. The only thing that followed the opposite direction, was the Tax Collectors’ pants, making a blunt sound as they hit the ground.

Sofi sat on the table, spreading her legs open. TC approached, however, he seemed hesitant, almost as if he was the virgin.

“What’s wrong?” Sofi mocked him. “Scared of a little pussy?”

TC indeed felt scared. If he didn’t fuck her, he would lose the bet, and he hated to lose. If on the other hand he stuck his dick inside, it would mean that Sofi was true to her word, so she would have been the real virgin prostitute, therefore he would lose the bet again. The only way he could win was to scare Sofi off and make her quit.

“I’m going to tear mustafakemalpaşa escort your vagina to shreds you little sl. . . virgin!”

She lay on the table “Come on asshole, I’m waiting. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Have you got any idea how painful the first time can be? I’m gonna hurt you so much that you’ll beg me to stop!”

“Only words and no deeds old man.” Sofi huffed in disapproval. “Was that why you became an authority? To compensate?”

Getting closer to Sofi, the Tax Collector took his offended cock out of his slipper and began rubbing his edge with her clit nervously.

Sofi became excited initially but TC took a long time to progress so she got bored “Are you going to put it in already?” she huffed again. “You’ve impregnated me with your gabbling!”

“When I’m through with you, you cum dumpster, you will have lost a bucket of blood and will need twenty stiches up your vagina. You’ll never be able to get a child ever!”

“Quit talking and get into action dickwad.”

TC began to insert his cock millimetre by millimetre to Sofi’s pussy to make her retreat. However, instead of running away, she pushed her waist closer to TC’s prick. At that time, TC realized that in no way could he make her fear him and he tried to get it out as fast as he could. But, it was too late; before he could finish his action, Sofi grabbed him with her legs from the waist and pulled him close to her. His dick slid inside her wet vagina and she shouted a moan of pleasure.

“You lost!” she giggled aroused.

“No!” TC shouted. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, you’re fucking my pussy now you jerk, fancy it?” Sofi asked TC.

At that point, the Tax Collector began to move back and forth unwillingly “Nooo!”

“Hey, but you guys can’t wait to fuck, and now that you get fresh pussy, you don’t want it? What are you, gay?”

“Noooo!” TC yelled as he shoved himself deeper in her vagina and to defeat.

“Some people are slackers and others are fuckers. Now, I’m a slacker, but you’re a sucker!”

With a final pull of her waist, Sofi reached a climax, making TC orgasm in despair. He completely lost with his completion.

***

TC got his softened cock out. Covered with his own cum and blood from the loss of Sofis’ virginity, both he and his dick looked pathetic.

“What’s wrong?” Michalis didn’t even try to hide his evil grin. “Was that very taxing for you?”

The Tax Collector started crying like a baby. “Boo — hoo — hoo,” he sobbed, “that was the worst fuck of my life! Boo — hoo — hoo.”

Thomas pointed at the camera and stared at the Tax Collector menacingly “And there’s more to come if you don’t leave now. Beat it! Get lost! Skedaddle!”

TC stumbled to the door of the shop utterly trounced, his pants still down and his dick hanging loose, similarly to a rubber band. “Boo — hoo — hoo! I’ll do you for that, you’ll see!”

But, Michalis had the last word “Yeah, don’t forget to take a tax — i on your way home!”

“Boo — hoo — h . . .” the door slammed and TC disappeared.

They’ve finally made it. Making the impossible possible, Thomas, Michalis and Sofi managed to keep Thomas’ business from closing. Now Thomas could finally relax.

“All is well that ends well.” Michalis concluded.

“From what it seems. . .” Thomas agreed. “But surely, the award tonight goes to Sofi! Seriously, how could you stay so calm during all this turmoil?”

“Yes,” Michalis gushed, “please do tell us! We are really keen to know!”

Sofi kept whipping off her pubic area with diligent and precise moves, similar to those of a violin player “It’s very simple guys, I’ve had sex before.”

“Whaat?” yelled Michalis and Thomas in unison, being more perplexed than ever.

“Yes, I really have!” she giggled and added “You see, I have a secret that few men know.”

“And that is?” Michalis asked.

“My hymen is extremely elastic and doesn’t break during intercourse.”

“Can that really happen?” Michalis wondered.

“Not so often,” Sofi replied, “but it’s the reality for some of us. . .”

“And what about the blood?” Thomas requested. “How can you explain that?”

“That was tomato sauce, also known as ketchup, my innocent friend!” she told him smiling and then put on her regular clothes, a full body white dress with black stripes.

“And I thought that you hadn’t been with a man before.” Michalis murmured. “I wonder what else we should expect from you.”

Sofi hang her purse on her shoulder and prepared to leave. Then, just before she opened the door, a small piece of paper slipped from the top of the purse and fell on the ground.

Michalis made an attempt to pick it up and give it to her, but she hastily reached and snatched it first, hiding it from their sight.

“What’s that paper Sofi?” Thomas asked suspiciously.

“It’s nothing.” Sofi blushed. “Mind your own business!”

Michalis held a penetrating authoritative gaze “Are you sure it’s nothing?”

She bent her head downwards shyly “Alright, I admit it. The paper on the ground was my license.”

“Your license for what?” Thomas asked.

“I work as a sexual worker in one of the brothels over there. I also do visits.”

“You do whaaat?” both of them shouted their jaws dropping.

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My schoolteaching contract was renewed in April, so we decided to have a party to celebrate but we postponed the party until my 22nd birthday. Kathy was then seven months pregnant with our first child (and horny as hell). Since she was working in the tiny cannery hospital, she knew the other housekeeping employees, and decided to invited a girl friend named Anisha, who worked in the cannery laundry, to join us.

Anisha was a dark haired beauty in her late teens, early 20s who had accompanied her father (a Lapp reindeer herder turned fishermen) to the cannery that spring. Her mother was a Yup’ik Eskimo.

We started with a perfectly conventional birthday party, but after a few sips of rum and water, the girls decided that for my birthday to be official, I had to have a birthday spanking.

A spirited struggle ensued, during which Kathy’s blouse was torn, and I copped some great feels of soft tits before my pants were pulled down. I quit struggling because by that time my cock was getting very hard, so I lay quietly over Kathy’s lap to conceal my embarrassing condition. Then the girls decided that to be truly effective, the spanking had to be on a bare butt, and they began yanking on my underwear.

This was too much! I rolled over on the bed and pulled Kathy down next to me. I ran my hands under her ruined blouse and began tickling her bare ribs (she was very ticklish). Kathy was squirming around on the bed trying to get away from me when Anisha joined us, tickling me to get me away from Kathy. By this time, I had my hands on Kathy’s ribs under her bra. The clasp broke, and her matronly breasts, even larger now because of her pregnancy, tumbled free, her nipples coyly peeking through her torn blouse.

Anisha abandoned me and turned her attention to Kathy’s breasts, touching one with one hand, and licking and kissing tepebaşı escort the other. Kathy retaliated by reaching over and pulling Anisha’s sweater off over her head. I think she was as surprised as I to discover that Anisha hadn’t worn a bra — a very daring thing for a girl to do in those days. I was struck by the delightful contrast between Anisha’s small, firm breasts and Kathy’s. But even more, I was astounded by Anisha’s aggressive behavior. I had never seen or even dreamed of women playing with each other. I was frightened, astonished, and incredibly aroused, all at the same time!

* * * * *

Denny (aka oldjarhead)

Through a bizarre set of circumstances not relevant to this story, I had been hired as the village school teacher in a one-room school in a salmon cannery village on the Bering Sea coast. This was remarkable because I had dropped out of high school when I was 15, and my only academic credential was a GED certificate I had earned while convalesing in the Seattle Naval hospital. That and my availability.

My contract was renewed in April, so we decided to have a party to celebrate but we postponed the party until my 22nd birthday. Kathy was then seven months pregnant with our first child (and horny as hell). Since she was working in the tiny cannery hospital, she knew the other housekeeping employees, and decided to invited a girl friend named Anisha, who worked in the cannery laundry, to join us.

Anisha was truly a beautiful girl in her late teens, early 20s, who lived in Bethel with her family during the winter, but who had accompanied her father (a fisherman) to the cannery that spring. Her mother was a Yup’ik Eskimo and her father, a Lapp who had come to Alaska sometime in the 1920s as a reindeer herder.

The three of us did the usual things with candles torbalı escort and cakes, only we were washing it down with Lemon & Hart 151 proof rum, cut with a splash of water. By midafternoon, none of us were feeling pain. That’s when the girls decided that for my birthday to be official, I had to have a birthday spanking.

A spirited struggle ensued, during which Kathy’s blouse was torn, and I copped some great feels of soft tits before my pants were pulled down. I quit struggling because by that time my cock was getting very hard, so I lay quietly over Kathy’s lap to conceal my embarrassing condition. Then the girls decided that to be truly effective, the spanking had to be on a bare butt, and they began yanking on my underwear.

This was too much! I rolled over on the bed and pulled Kathy down next to me. I ran my hands under her ruined blouse and began tickling her bare ribs (she was very ticklish). Kathy was squirming around on the bed trying to get away from me when Anisha joined us, tickling me to get me away from Kathy. By this time, I had my hands on Kathy’s ribs under her bra. The clasp broke, and her matronly breasts, even larger now because of her pregnancy, tumbled free, her nipples coyly peeking through her torn blouse.

Anisha abandoned me and turned her attention to Kathy’s breasts, massaging one with her little hand, and sucking on the other. Kathy retaliated by reaching over and pulling Anisha’s sweater off over her head. I think she was as surprised as I to discover that Anisha hadn’t worn a bra — a very daring thing for a girl to do in those days, and I was dumbfounded by the delightful contrast between Anisha’s small, firm breasts and Kathy’s. But even more, I was astounded by Anisha’s aggressive behavior. I had never seen or even dreamed of women playing with each other. I was toroslar escort frightened, astonished, and incredibly aroused, all at the same time!

Anisha quickly crawled next to Kathy on the bed and hunching her body over my wife’s belly, she managed to rub her hard little nipple against Kathy’s without using her hands. Kathy responded by wrapped her arms around Anisha, and kissing her warmly on the mouth. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I were dreaming.

The women slipped out of their clothes, except that Anisha refused to take off her panties. Kathy began sucking my cock while Anisha gently explored Kathy’s pussy while she continued to lick and suck on Kathy’s swollen nipples. Tentatively at first, I reached under Anisha’s body and began rubbing her breasts. She abandoned Kathy for the moment and rolled over, lifting her chest against my hand, whispering, “harder. I like it harder!”

Kathy held my cock in her mouth with one hand and reached into Anisha’s delta with the other. Anisha lay back and began to moan. Kathy then rolled over my legs and pushed Anisha’s legs apart. I was almost out of my mind when pulled one panty leg open and began to lick Anisha’s hairy mons, actually spreading her lips with her fingers so she could fuck the girl with her tongue! My cock was as stiff as a post!

Then Kathy crawled up to me, and whispered, “Here’s your birthday present, Denny. I want to see you fuck Anisha!” She continued to hold the panty leg open with one hand while I rolled between Anisha’s welcoming thighs. Anisha raised her knees creating a cradle for me. Kathy seized my cock and guided me into the girl’s cunt.

We fucked and sucked and fucked all afternoon and all evening until literally I could play no more. I’ve never been so sweetly exhausted in my life. My scrotum literally ached and my poor cock was so sore, I couldn’t bear the softest of lips or the most tender of kisses. I don’t know how many times I came that afternoon, but I’m sure it must have been a high water mark that I have never since equalled. It was getting dark when Anisha kissed us both a last time and limped out the door, leaving us to recover.

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Finale, part 1 of 2: Summer’s End

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There it was. Decision time.

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

I cleared my throat and prepared to bite the bullet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before anyone had a chance to reply, she continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time for the fallout.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gorgeous as always.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You arrogant prick,” she hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Babe, I want to talk about something.”

I felt my stomach sink a little and, feeling apprehensive, finished toweling off my hair and turned to stare at him.

“Okay…”

“Come here.”

He watched me saunter towards him, naked, and a wide smile crept across his face.

I crossed my arms. “So talk.”

He crooked a finger.

“Closer.”

I shook my head, trying not to smile. He leaned forward and, snatching my hand, pulled me onto his lap.

“Hey, perv,” I objected, squirming as his hands got busy. He kissed my lips, my jaw, my shoulder.

“You smell great,” he mumbled into my skin, one hand roaming down my stomach, the other sliding up my thigh.

“I thought you wanted to talk about something.”

“In a minute.”

He bit my neck, one hand squeezing my breast, the other sliding its way between my thighs. I arched my back slightly, letting myself enjoy his touch, the tough-yet-nimble feel of his skilled fingers. Competent, strong, and just a little possessive.

He flipped me onto my back on the bed, covering my body with his and claiming my mouth with a hot kiss. He nibbled his way across my collarbone, then back for a long, deep, slow tongue dance. His jeans were rough against me, but I could feel his arousal, let myself sink into the kiss as his hands wove through my hair.

“You know I love you,” he said quietly.

I pulled away, a bit concerned now. He sighed, then pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his back.

“What’s going on?”

He stared at me, quiet for a minute.

“We have great sex, right?”

“Of course we do.”

“And you know I want to make you happy.”

“Blake,” I framed his face with my hands. “What’s the problem?”

“What if I wanted to try something more…experimental.” He cut me off before I could respond. “And don’t say anything yet, just promise to think about it.”

“All right…” I said dubiously.

“You know I love you, and I think you’re the sexiest mut escort woman I’ve ever met.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“But I’ve always had this fantasy and…I could never quite work up the nerve to ask you, because I didn’t want you to think it meant anything was wrong with, you know, us. The way we are.”

“Okay?”

“But, well, I’ve always wanted to try it and…”

“Blake, just say it.”

“I want to have a threesome,” he blurted, color rising on his face.

I stiffened, pulling away slightly before he gripped my shoulders and held me in place.

“Babe, I think it could be sexy. Listen…”

So I listened to him explain that he only wanted it if I wanted it. That he wanted a chance for us to explore something different, and just see how it went. That if I was uncomfortable in any way, we’d stop. That it would be not just for him, but for us.

He’d always been a good convincer.

A couple days later, I came home to an empty house. I’d barely set down my bag when I got a text: “Car’s coming to pick you up. I took care of everything, don’t worry. Just leave everything and come meet me.”

We drove to a secluded rental home. Hesitant, I strode up the walkway and opened the door. When I opened it, the lights were dimmed. Music was playing. The first thing I saw was a bag on the table.

“Try me on,” said the tag, then underneath, “I can’t wait to see you in this. I love you.”

I took the bag upstairs into the master suite. Candles burned, the bathtub was already full with lots of soaps and a bottle of wine sitting by the edge of the tub. The note on the wine said, “Relax babe. Take a bath and be ready in an hour.”

Well, I thought, might as well enjoy myself. Kicked off my clothes and sunk into the warm water. There were also some chocolates, I drank a glass of the wine, then another, letting myself soak and occasionally savoring some of the chocolate.

By the time I got out, over half the bottle was gone and nazilli escort I smiled, feeling a little giddy, and pulled a black silk number out of the bag. Lotions and oils lined the countertops, I lathered myself up in pretty, soothing smells, then shimmied into the lingerie.

Approvingly, I noted that everything fit perfectly. My breasts nearly spilled out of the low cut push up bra, and the panties formed a little heart in the front with red ties criss-crossing up sides of my thighs.

Feeling sexy and buzzed, I made my way to the bed and flopped facedown onto the wide king bed.

I realized I’d dozed off when I woke to two strong hands massaging my back.

“Mmm” I groaned in approval as Blake worked out the knots in my shoulders and stroked along my exposed flesh with some kind of oil.

“Feeling relaxed?”

I nodded as his hands continued their patient assault, dipping ever-so-slightly towards the junction of my thighs, teasing the outer edge of my breasts, kneading my ass. I felt myself grow aroused and wet.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” he whispered in my ear, and I felt his stiffness slide against me as he snugged himself up against my backside. I wiggled my ass, pressing my hips back to tease him and heard him groan.

“Oh, you’re naughty.”

My head light, I giggled as I felt him pull my panties aside and the tip of him enter me just slightly.

“Two can play that game.”

He teased me back, easing himself in halfway, only to pull back out. He spread kisses down my back, his hands gripping my hips as he pressed back into me, sliding in easily each time.

“Ohhh,” I moaned, trying to arch my back to encourage him, but he just continued his slow, teasing strokes.

“Baby, you’re so wet,” he said softly, pumping himself in, out, stopping just short of satisfaction, teasing me with the thick head of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, wanting more, my head swimming, feeling impossibly turned nilüfer escort on.

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Carissa knew the deal. As discussed, our partner for the night watched as I pleasured my wife, then came to kneel beside me on the bed. She reached around and grabbed my cock, stroking up and down encouragingly as I fucked my wife. Her name was Lucy, and we had made it clear that she was here for both our pleasure.

I turned Carissa over, her eyes heavy from the wine and slid back inside her. I felt her legs wrap around my waist as I began to fuck her deeper. Lucy leaned over and began to suckle my wife’s tits, pinching and working her mouth over them as I kept up my steady pace.

“Oh, God!” she screamed as she came, gripping the sheets in ecstasy.

I waited for her to recover, just a little stunned. Fuck that was sexy. Lucy began to make out with her as she shuddered with the after effects, her nipples erect and her body flushed. I stroked my cock watching them. Holy shit.

As Carissa stretched out, obviously content, Lucy grinned and slithered toward me. Carissa watched, intrigued, as Lucy took me into her mouth and began to suck my cock.

“Mmm, baby, you’re so big,” Carissa commented as Lucy deep throated me, gagging slightly with my girth. I held the back of her head, pumping myself into her, watching as my wife absently stroked herself, one hand toying with her breast.

“You like that, babe? You think you’d like it if I did this to you?” I turned Lucy over, lifting her hips up and giving her a swat on the ass. She squealed in delight, licking her fingers and reaching to rub her clit.

I grabbed the tops of her thighs and pulled her towards me, then thrust hard inside her. My wife watched as her tits bounced madly while I fucked her like an animal, grunting as my skin slapped brutally against hers.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I grunted, fucking her from behind and accelerating my thrusts to a frenzied tempo as the bed shook. I pulled out and came violently into Lucy’s open mouth as she eagerly lapped up my cum.

Collapsing, I pulled my wife toward me and kissed her forehead. She spared me a speculative glance.

“That was hot,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“…want to keep going?”

(to be continued)

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The time was 4:15 a.m. The place was the little well-kept one-bedroom apartment that the young swinger couple, Greg and Sarah, shared. The four friends were, with the exception of Sarah, who had slipped into a silk robe, still in the costumes they had worn at the gothic night in the club that evening. Greg, who was the most normally attired, was in a pair of tight blue jeans, a t-shirt with a print of “the Scream” on it. Meagan, who was short and cute, with long curly brown hair she could sit on, was wearing a purple corset top that laced up the front and a short black skirt that showed off her gorgeous legs. Andy, who had never been to any sort of club before, was wearing a black collared shirt and black slacks.

Andy and his friends were sitting in the living room, eating pizza and nursing beers. The only illumination came from the black light and the television. They were taking a break from watching an old James Bond movie while Greg and Meagan had a drawn-out conversation about the novel Dune. The conversation was long and dull to Andy, who had never read the book and therefore had nothing to contribute.

Sarah sat quietly and drank a lot. Andy was not sure whether he was imagining it, but it seemed Sarah was showing a lot more cleavage than she was last time he looked at her. She was a tarsus escort powerful woman, with nice strong curves, and Andy definitely appreciated the view. He realized, however, that Sarah’s show of skin was to distract her boyfriend from his geeky conversation, and he was simply a side spectator. This knowledge did not make the view any worse, or the bulge in his pants any less persistent.

After a couple more minutes of dry conversation and two more inches of skin, Greg’s speech became more slurred and punctuated. Meagan looked over to see what was distracting her friend, and her jaw nearly dropped open. Greg took the opportunity to move over closer and grope his girlfriend’s lovely full breasts that were spilling out the top of her robe.

“Do I need to leave the two of you alone for a bit?” Meagan asked with humor in her voice. Sarah kissed her boyfriend roughly on the mouth, and the fondling grew more intense. Meagan and Andy stared, feeling both awkward and aroused. Andy licked his dry lips. Meagan crossed her legs tightly together. Sarah moaned lustfully.

“Ok,” Andy muttered, feeling quite out of place. “Are you good to drive, Meagan?”

“Not yet,” Meagan gasped. Her voice sounded hoarse. Her legs were so tightly crossed, it looked like it must hurt. tatvan escort

Greg moaned deeply, his mouth around Sarah’s nipple. Sarah’s head was back and her mouth was wide open in ecstasy. Andy flicked back on the movie, but even the explosions and car crashes weren’t enough to get his mind off the sex. He could make out the breasts and hips of the hot young co-star under her clothing and wondered what it would be like to pull the clothes off or her. He was very hot and aroused. It had been too long since he had even masturbated.

After several more minutes, the couple regained their composure and showed interest in watching the movie. Their bodies were still pressed together, and Greg’s tight pants made his arousal quite clear, even in the dim light. Monster cock indeed!

“Do you two always get so demonstrative when company is around?” Meagan asked, a little bitterly. Andy looked at her legs, which were still tightly crossed, and wondered dreamily if she was wet. He could almost smell her arousal and the thought made him very hard. He would love to pull her legs apart and push his cock into her right there in his friend’s living room. Would she moan in his ear as his cock snaked in and out of her. Would she shudder as she came? Would her muscles clutch tavşanlı escort at his engorged member, pushing him friend to his own climax? What would it be like to shoot a hot load right into her? Would he come so much that his seed dribbled down her thighs and onto the sofa? Would Greg yell at him for desecrating his living room? What would Sarah’s lips look like wrapped around Meagan’s swollen pussy, licking up his sticky cum from her friend’s wet hole. He scolded himself for the naughty fantasy; he refused to be a drooling male.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Greg said, giving Meagan a friendly hug and a winning smile. It was obvious that his friend appreciated the attention, despite her inhibitions. Andy remembered Sarah saying once that it was hard for women not to feel good when Greg put the moves on them, and if Greg wasn’t putting the moves on Meagan, Andy didn’t know what he was doing. He felt some inner beast roaring inside of him. He didn’t like seeing his friend so close to his potential girlfriend.

Sarah crawled onto the sofa next to Andy and began slowly massaging his shoulders. Andy had to try hard not to ejaculate on the spot. He was so hard and felt so horny that he was afraid his cock would burst open like an overcooked sausage from all the lust. Sarah’s fingers were so light and talented as they kneaded his sore muscles. Nick bit his lip and tried not to think happy thoughts. He could feel pre-cum leaking from his over-engorged member. Sarah’s fingers pushed into a particularly sweet spot and Andy simply melted. They would have to pick him up off the sofa with a spatula.

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

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

“A little quick on the draw today?”

“Thanks to you. What’s going on?”

“What?”

“Marcie, I know you too well.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack?”

She must have seen the wheels turning inside of me.

“Jack, this is not an insult.”

“No, of course.” Uh, I hope.

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

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack, I’m not a lesbian.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I should have known Nadia was behind this.”

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

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

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

“Marcie, what are you saying?”

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

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

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

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nadia took my hand and headed for the steps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turns out, I’m quite a toe sucker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marcie groaned out, “That was wonderful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It was Don and Gabriella’s anniversary night. Instead of going out and celebrating with their friends and family, they had decided to stay and home and just be by themselves. Cooking dinner together had always been a treat for them both, and they enjoyed creating a nice meal. He had helped prepare the vegetables and set the table for them, while she prepared the tender chops. Selecting a bottle of wine, he added that to the table settings and put some slow romantic music on the CD player.

Just as they had carried all the dishes into the dining room and where ready to sit down the doorbell chimed. With a frown on his face, Don went to the front door to open it. But when he opened it, he saw someone that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Standing in front of him was George, a friend of old college days. Smiling they hugged each other, “Nice to see you again, where have you been?” asked Don as they walked into the dinning room. “Oh I’m just here on business and I thought I’d surprise you two. Am I interrupting anything?” George asked as he looked at the table settings. “It’s our anniversary tonight and we where just sitting down for dinner, but there is plenty for one more, come join us ” Don said, inviting his old friend to sit down.

Gabriella quickly brought another plate and wine glass and soon they sat down to enjoy their dinner. Even thou she had wanted to spend a quiet and romantic evening with her husband, she didn’t mind the interruption from George. They had all known each other during their college years and had some really fun times together. As they sat and ate, those old times came up again during their conversation. “Remember the time when you thought I was Don and you grabbed me in that dark hallway in the dorm and kissed me?” George asked. Gabriella blushed furiously, but had to laugh with them as they talked about some of the things they had done during their wild younger years.

After dinner the two men helped her putting the dishes in the kitchen, and they all settled in the living room with some more wine. Gabriella had worn a short little black dress for tonight’s occasion and now had to be careful as she sat down in the couch to relax. Don sat down beside her, casually resting his arm behind her on the back of the couch, while George sat down in a chair facing them. As they sat and talked, Don would sometimes gently trace her upper arms with his fingertips, showing her his love.

The evening moved along smoothly, the conversation flowed freely, from old times, back to present, back to the good times they all had together when they where younger. Now they where on their fourth bottle of wine, they had all gotten very relaxed with each other after the first stiffness you experience if you haven’t seen someone for a long time. The music was still playing softly in the background. As one particular song came on Gabriella began to move slightly in her seat to the music. Knowing that George had always liked to dance, he suggested “Why don’t you and George dance together? You both have always enjoyed that, while I go and get some more wine and some crackers to nibble on.” Smiling at Gabriella, George took advantage of his friend’s offer and went to her, “May I have this dance?” She got up and easily moved into George’s arms, gently swaying her lithe body to the music. She had always enjoyed dancing with her husband’s friend and had done so many times when they went out.

Tonight seemed different somehow. Gabriella had noticed his admiring glances at her, noting that he had glanced at her long, slender legs and had felt his looks on her back as they had moved around in the kitchen earlier that evening. But the alcohol and the relaxed mood soon let her forget those thoughts and she easily danced with him for several songs. The last one was a very slow one, and George pulled Gabriella even closer to his body, resting his hands on her back, and without even thinking, gently caressing her back. As she moved with the music, her pelvis brushed against his and she could feel his hardness pressing against her. Suddenly taken aback her first thought was to move karşıyaka escort away from him, but not wanting to offend him, she finished the dance, then sat beside her husband on the couch again. Instead of sitting back down, George excused himself to use the restroom.

Gabriella leaned over and whispered into Don’s ear “While I was dancing with George he got a hard-on.” Don chuckled and replied, “Well that seems to happen every time I touch you, so what’s wrong with that?” “Well, he’s an old friend, and I like him a lot, but that was just unexpected.” Don smiled at his wife and replied, “Wasn’t it your fantasy to be with two guys at the same time? Tonight might be the night to make that fantasy come true my dear.” Just then George walked back into the living room and sat down, and the conversation picked up again between all three of them. But Gabriella had turned quiet, thinking what her husband had said.

Yes she had always found it a turn on to fantasize about being with two men at the same time, and she had shared that with her husband, but was she willing to act out that fantasy? Don had never openly encouraged her before, even though the chance had arisen a few times before, where she could have been with another friend of his. Casting those thoughts aside again, she joined in the conversation of the two men. Don had refilled their wineglasses and they all sat back enjoying each other’s company. Gabriella leaned back into the soft cushions of the couch, unaware that the skirt of her dress had slid up to mid point on her thighs, but both men noticed it. Don caught George looking longingly at his wife, and with a small nod encouraged him.

That was all that George needed, and he got up and asked to dance with Gabriella again. They got up and moved to the middle of the living room and gently started to sway to the soft music. Being bolder this time, George pulled her very close against him, putting both of his arms around her and softly moving his hands up and down her back. Through the thin fabric of her dress he could feel the fastening of her bra. He could feel her resistance as he pulled her close, but soon she relaxed against him, putting her head on his shoulder. The wine, food and good conversation had relaxed her. As they danced and she could feel George’s arousal grow against her abdomen, she thought about her husband’s words from earlier, “Tonight might be the night to make your fantasy come true.” Smiling to herself, she thought “Why not?” and pressed her body against George’s.

Taking her reaction to his caresses as a yes, George grew even bolder and gently started to stroke Gabriella’s bare neck with his fingertips. Feeling another man caress her so intimately felt strange at first, but not unwelcome. It had been a long time that she had been with someone other then Don, but the thought of having sex with George tonight while her husband watched and maybe even participated send shivers of arousal up and down her back.

Leaning his head forward George gently started to trace his lips across Gabriella’s sensitive skin on her neck, kissing her softly, then leaving little wet trails with his tongue. Slowly he worked his way to the other side of her neck, nibbling on her ear, then moving to her mouth. Claiming her slightly open mouth for a long deep kiss, he pulled her even closer against his body, continuing to trace up and down her back with his hands. Breaking the kiss he led her to the chair he had occupied before. Turning her back around, he slowly unzipped her dress. As it fell to a puddle at her feet, she stepped out and carelessly kicked it aside. Sitting down, she leaned back into the chair, looking at her husband over George’s shoulders. Don was still sitting on the couch across from her, smiling at her and blowing her a kiss.

George kneeled down in front of Gabriella, leaning forward and kissing her again, while his hands explored her upper torso. Gently massaging and feeling her small but full breasts through the silky material of her bra. Slowly he traced his thumbs over her already erect nipples, kartepe escort making her moan against his mouth. Pulling her towards him, he reached around her, opening her bra, then taking it off, letting it fall on the floor beside the chair. Bending his head forward to first take her right nipple into his mouth. Running his tongue around the hard nub, then slowly sucking on it. Arching her back against his mouth, she moaned out loud, leaning her head back against the cushions of the chair, spreading her legs, so he could move closer to her.

As he moved forward, his erection pressed against her stomach. Reaching down, Gabriella started to fondle George through his slacks. Her slight touch made him ache for more. Quickly he got up and got undressed, then kneeled back in front of her. Slightly opening her eyes, she looked down at his hardness, then taking his penis into both hands, gently stroking and massaging it, while he continued to kiss and lick each of her breasts in turn.

By now Don had gotten turned on by watching his wife kiss and feel their old college friend. At first he had stroked his rock hard erection through his pants. But as George had gotten up and gotten undressed, so had Don. Sitting back now he stroked his penis with one hand, resting his other on his balls, gently massaging them, copying his wife movements on George’s dick. He had thought he would feel jealous watching is wife together with another man, but instead he found it an enormous turn on and couldn’t take his eyes off the two lovers in front of him.

By now George had returned to kissing Gabriella deeply, while she was still fondling his dick. As they broke their kiss he stood up and gently pushed her head to his groin. With her sitting still on the chair, and him standing in front of her, his large erection was right in front of her face. Grinning she kissed his head, then traced her tongue down his shaft. Closing his eyes and moaning quietly, he thrust his hips forward to meet her mouth. Placing one hand on his buttocks while her other hand held his shaft, she first sucked on the tip of his dick, then took his head in her mouth, slowly sucking on it.

Not wanting to miss a moment of the show in front of him, Don got up, standing beside the chair where Gabriella sat, so he could watch more closely. She noticed that now a second hard dick was in front of her. Grabbing her husband’s penis, she pulled him closer and started to kiss and lick him, while her left hand stroked George’s dick. She continued licking and blowing each dick in turn. By now she was so turned on, her right hand had found it’s way in between her legs. Shoving her panties over to one side, she had started to flick her finger across her clit.

Both men, where in heaven, having their dicks massaged and licked, but as Don opened his eyes slightly to watch, he saw that his wife was pleasuring herself. Nudging George with his elbow to get his attention he said, “Why don’t you do something about that?” George was only too happy to oblige. Kneeling down in front of Gabriella, he tugged her soaking wet panties off, then pushed her body back against the chair, with her legs wide apart. Don moved around to the other side of the chair, so Gabriella could continue to lick and suck him and he himself could watch as his wife got serviced by George.

George bend his head forward, sticking out his tongue and stiffening it, then gently lapped up some of Gabriella’s free flowing juices. Using both of his thumbs he pulled her outer lips apart. Her clit was red and swollen; greedily he flicked his tongue over it several times. Hearing her moan out loud, he continued licking her, while he drove his index finger deep inside her wetness, pumping it in and out slowly in rhythm with his tongue. Gabriella matched the speed of her sucking on her husband’s dick to the movements George was performing on her. Soon the room was filled with slurping and moaning sounds from all of them.

Gabriella’s hips where moving with George’s finger inside her, her hips rocking back and forth on the chair. Knowing kaş escort that she was close to climaxing he stopped his efforts and stood up. Grabbing her hands and pulling her up to her feet. Gabriella and Don looked at him with a questioning look, not knowing what he had in mind. George just smiled and sat down in the chair, pulling Gabriella down to sit on his lap, facing with her back to him. As wet as she was, his hard dick slipped inside her with no resistance. Don took up position in front of his wife again, easing his erect member back into her waiting mouth. Now Don’s dick was getting mouth fucked in the same rhythm as his best friends dick plunged in and out of his wife’s pussy.

George sat up a little bit, so that he was able to reach around Gabriella’s front to feel and fondle her breasts. Her nipples where already rock hard, and he made them even more sensitive as he started to roll them in between his fingertips, making her moan out loud in pleasure.

The tightness of Gabriella’s wet hole, while watching her give a blow job to her husband in front of him soon was getting to be too much for George. Not being able to hold back his climax, he started to shoot his cum into her. Feeling his hot semen hit her insides; she suddenly let go of Don’s dick to match George’s fast motions in and out of her. Crying out loud Gabriella joined George in an enormous climax. Slowing his movements George let Gabriella come down from her high, then slipped out of her, releasing her to slump back against him.

Gabriella slid on the floor in front of the chair, sitting in between George’s spread legs, still catching her breath from one of the best orgasms she ever had. Not being able to stand and watch any longer, Don got on his knees in front of his wife, asking her to turn over on her hands and knees. No sooner had she done that, his hard penis plunged deep inside her dripping pussy. She was so slippery, not only from her own juices, but also from George’s cum.

Gabriella sat up, resting her arms on the armrests of the chair while Don behind her picked up his speed to pump in and out of her faster and faster. One of his hands held her against him, while his right hand found her rosebud, and after wetting his fingertip with his mouth, traced little circles around and across it, arousing her further.

While watching the show in front of him, George’s hands involuntarily traveled down to his still erect penis. Slowly he started to stroke it to full hardness. Seeing George stroke himself in front of her face, Gabriella leaned forward a little bit, starting to kiss and lick the head of his dick, while he continued to massage his hard shaft.

Don from behind both of them had a perfect view of his wife’s lips and tongue as they licked across the other man’s dick. Feeling her pussy contract around his dick, he doubled his efforts to bring them both over the top. Grabbing both of her hips with his hands, so he was able to penetrate her more deeply. Harder and faster he pushed and pulled out of her, his balls slapping against her with every move. Instead of her stopping to lick George, she kept on sucking him, while she and her husband neared orgasm.

As Don started to climax inside of his wife, she joined him, and at the same time George wasn’t able to hold his own climax back any longer. Gabriella was being filled with cum, first from her husband inside her pussy, and her mouth from the semen from his best friend. At first she gagged, but then she started to swallow every little drop. Don slowed down his movements, not wanting to leave the warmness and wetness of his wife’s pussy. He stayed inside her, gently rocking back as forth as he watched Gabriella clean up George’s penis.

Done with her task she sat down on the carpet, forcing Don to exit her. He laid down on the carpet, too exhausted too move. Gabriella joined him, snuggling close and smiling up at him. Soon George crawled on the floor too, and all three collapsed in a heap. The music still played quietly in the background and they lay huddled together, talking about the experience they just shared. After a while, Gabriella got up, giggled to herself, then reached her hands out to both men. “Lets go upstairs to the bedroom and continue our anniversary party for three.” Don and George didn’t have to be told twice and followed her upstairs to the bedroom to continue to fulfill some fantasies.

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