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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Vicki watched as the work truck pulled up to her driveway. With any luck, this job wouldn’t take all day, and she would be able to supervise their work and head off to do her errands. The foreman came up to the door, papers in hand. He explained to her exactly what kind of job they’d be doing, and reassured her that they shouldn’t be much more than a few hours. In fact, the laborers were already starting their work in the driveway, digging and chipping away at the damaged concrete. The noise was growing louder and Vicki wanted nothing to do with it already. She hurriedly signed where she needed to and sealed herself in the house. A half day off ruined! At least, she thought, she could get some things done for herself around the house. Then the day wouldn’t be a total loss.

The hours ticked by and Vicki wasn’t happy. The work was nowhere near done on time, and she knew that she’d be missing a full day of work. The foreman knocked on the door to confirm this to her, but assuaged her that there would be no extra charge for however long it took them to finish. Although she was angry that the job was going to take longer than promised, at least she could enjoy the rest of the day away from the office.

With the door closed behind her, Vicki headed upstairs to her bedroom, stripping off her blouse on the way. Her skirt followed as she rummaged through the room to find something more comfortable to wear. Clad in only a lacy white bra and matching panties, Vicki happened to glance out her window. The workmen outside were certainly doing their damnedest to get the job done, but that didn’t concern her. In the growing heat of the day, all three of them had stripped off their shirts to work, and sweat glistened on their ebony skin. She gasped when she saw this, then checked to make sure that they couldn’t see her standing there in her underwear. The men were all well built, and she watched their muscles ripple as they toiled away outside.

She could feel her pussy moistening as she stood there, transfixed before tearing herself away. They had a job to do, and while it was appealing to fantasize, Vicki knew her place. Besides, the foreman was still down there, making sure that they weren’t goofing off. She pulled on a pair of bike shorts and a T-shirt before heading back downstairs. Once there, she busied herself around the house and yard, sneaking glances at the guys who continued to work at a brisk pace. Even though her shirt was long enough to conceal her bottom, enough of her curvy figure was visible at certain times that the work crew got to enjoy an occasional peek. This was wholly coincidental on Vicki’s part, and by the time she noticed one of the men stealing a longing glance at her ass, the day was growing late.

Still, she secretly enjoyed the fact that despite her modest dress, she had still managed to turn a few heads. The hot afternoon eventually gave way to a somewhat cooler evening, and Vicki wasn’t surprised to be talking to the foreman as the sun went down. No, they weren’t done with their work, but then again, she wouldn’t be charged anything extra for it. Although she was disappointed at the disruption in her life, she wasn’t altogether upset with the fact that these guys would be back tomorrow. As they cleaned up from the day’s work, she got to mingle in closer with them, knowing that their eyes were on her, and hers on them. All three of the workmen were very well defined, and their dark skin enticed her. When one of them ‘accidentally’ brushed against her, Vicki felt shivers racing down her spine. Yes, she truly would be happy to see them again in the morning, and she looked forward to spending as much of the next day as possible keeping a close eye on them.

The next morning, Vicki made sure she was up early. Rising before the work crew arrived, she hurriedly went through her closet, finding something enticing to wear. She wanted to look sexy, but not be completely done up like a whore. Besides, she only wanted to give them something to think about as she plotted ways to steal glances at their chiseled bodies as well. Rummaging around in her closet yielded an old pair of cut off jean shorts, which would be perfect! They were tight fitting and cut off very high, just above the lowest curve of her ass. Vicki was about to pull them on over her skimpy panties when she changed her mind.

The panties came off, and the jean shorts went on with nothing underneath. She was careful when zipping them up not to catch the bushy hairs of her cunt. For a top, the sexy young brunette found a white tank top. It tucked into her shorts nicely, fitting closely over her trim figure. The arm openings were a bit large, however, and the top fit a little loosely. If she was reaching or stretching, someone with the right angle could catch a glimpse of her breasts. And the dark patches around her nipples would be barely visible from the front as well. She admired herself in the mirror briefly, imagining the hard ons that she’d give those guys today when she heard someone knocking on the door. Hurriedly, Vicki headed downstairs, expecting to greet the foreman and his crew, orhangazi escort who were arriving to finish the job.

To her surprise when she opened the door, Vance, one of the workmen she had drooled over the previous day was there. His eyes bugged out as he saw the vision of beauty before him, but he quickly recovered. In brief, Vance explained to Vicki that he and the crew were here to finish the job, and they would be checked up on by the foreman. All the while, he did a poor job of attempting to avert his gaze from her body. Vicki scarcely heard what the man said, concentrating instead on his well developed arms and upper body. She had noticed his wandering eyes, and teased him with her movements. He could see her breasts through her shirt, and she knew it, keeping her arms raised so that he may catch a brief glimpse of what she was barely concealing.

In another moment, she had turned to get something, half bending over and showing off her ass for him. Vance pretended not to notice, but how could he not! His work mates were watching all of this from the truck, and snickering about it. As soon as Vicki closed the door to let him get to his work, he turned and strode off towards them, blowing out a deep breath and trying to get his mind off of her. It didn’t work, the vision of the sexy little brunette was burned into his memory. The fact that she was showing off her tits and ass didn’t help Vance any, but there was work to do, and lots of it. Together with Jay and Chuck, Vance began his day’s labor, but their conversation was definitely on the woman who was obviously keeping an eye on them from the porch.

Occasionally, one of them would steal a glance at her, fantasizing about what lay beneath her skimpy outfit. Vance had already done his part, describing the fullness of her breasts and the fine shape of her ass. His pals laughed as he described her, each of them forming a delightfully erotic vision in his own mind. Later in the day, when they were nearing completion, Vicki herself helped them along. She had been spritzing some hanging plants on her porch, and hadn’t been all that careful with the water. Her clingy white tank top was partially soaked, and her rosy nipples showed right through it. Despite the fact that she knew she was going to give the guys a free look through her wet shirt, she brought some cold drinks down to them. It was only fair, she thought.

After all, they had once again stripped down to their shorts to toil in the hot sun. Sweat gave their dark skin an appealing shine, and none of them bothered to even try and look away as Vicki approached. They were working hard, and figured that if she was willing to show off her body, then who were they to refuse. Besides, she had looked damn good to all of them the day before, and even better today. She paused for a few moments to chat with them, and was delighted to find out that they would soon be done. All that needed to happen after that was a final inspection from the foreman and they could go. With that, Vicki headed back towards the house, never doubting for a moment that the guys were focusing their attention on the exposed curves of her ass. And she was right.

Not too long after that, she answered another knock on her door. It was Vance, of course, with his buddies in tow. They were done with the job, and asked her if she wanted to look over their work. She accompanied them outside, and as she expected, they followed her. With a sly smile on her face, Vicki made sure she wiggled her ass while she walked, and even bent down to see the job that they had done. Vance, who was standing in front of her at the time got an excellent view of her cleavage, while Jay and Chuck were left staring at her ass. Her shorts had ridden up her butt a bit while she was doing that, and Vicki made no effort to cover herself up.

Once satisfied that they were done, she asked when the foreman could be expected. Vance told her that he had to call, and wondered if he could borrow her phone. Vicki agreed, of course, and they headed back into the house. Ever the gracious hostess, Vicki invited all of the guys in to cool off, and they readily agreed. Vance made his call while the guys took seats and Vicki went off to get them some more drinks. She returned just as Vance did, and took the frosty pitcher away from her body. The ice cold pitcher had hardened one of her nipples, and it showed through her thin shirt like a beacon. This was not lost on the workmen either. Together, they sat and talked, with the guys never taking their gaze off of her. She was sitting on a stool, bending over a lot and laughing, which jiggled her breasts nicely. Vicki’s shapely legs were slightly spread, and none of the men could resist a glance at her bare thighs. She knew this, of course, but acted as if she hadn’t noticed.

The four of them sat around talking for some time, but the foreman never showed. After awhile, Vance asked if he could call again, see if there was some kind of hold up or something. Vicki directed him to the phone in the kitchen again, and he headed out of the room. ortahisar escort In a minute, he was back, holding her telephone handset, and inquiring if there was another phone he could use, apparently the battery on this one had gone dead. Vicki invited Vance to follow her upstairs, and he could use the one in her bedroom. She led the way, of course, and three pairs of eyes stayed riveted on her ass. Vance kept his eyes on her all the way up the stairs, straining to see just how far up her butt her shorts had ridden.

Vance was following a few steps behind Vicki, keeping her ass just above his eye level. From there, he could clearly see the curves of her butt that peeked out from beneath her tight shorts. The sashaying motion of her body as she climbed the stairs enticed him, and beneath his shorts, Vance was sporting a raging hard on. Once inside her bedroom, Vicki handed him the phone unit and he dialed up his supervisor. From what she could hear of his conversation, the foreman was delayed, and wouldn’t be available to do the inspection for some time yet. He hung up the phone and turned to apologize to Vicki. By now, she had taken up a position on the bed, sitting on its edge. Vance was eyeing her up intently, and she was studying his form as well. Vicki’s inviting eyes told him exactly what he wanted to hear, and without a wasted word, he approached her on the bed.

She seemed to melt into his arms the moment they wrapped around her. She could smell his manly aroma, punctuated by the sweat of his earlier exertions. Strong black arms reached around her waist, tugging at the thin cotton of her shirt. Effortlessly, it was removed as his tongue probed its way into her mouth. Vicki could feel the bulge in his shorts pressing against her soft flesh and her hands struggled to free it. By now, Vance had pulled off her shirt, exposing her lovely breasts to him. He doffed his quickly as well, baring his well muscled chest to her. Vicki caught her breath in her throat, stifling a gasp as she saw the well muscled stud before her.

She succeeded in tugging his shorts down, revealing a sizable black hard on. He was working her shorts as well, unzipping them and allowing his fingers to dart inside, brushing against her bush and teasing her wet pussy. With a sharp pull, they were down around her ankles and Vicki finished kicking them off. Immediately, Vance’s fingers found their way down beneath her bush, pressing gently against her wet cunt. Vicki moaned and spread her legs as she led Vance down onto the bed with her. His fingers massaged her puss, sliding back and forth along her slit, just barely dipping inside of her. Maneuvering his fingers like an expert, Vance caressed Vicki slowly, and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. She was spreading her legs wider now, pulling her wet cunt lips apart. One of Vance’s rough fingers slipped all the way inside. Vicki gasped. Her warm wetness enveloped Vance’s intruding finger as he eased it deep inside her pussy. His thumb continued to manipulate her hardening clit.

With his other hand, and his mouth, Vance took on her ample breasts. They were soft to the touch but her nipples were hardening quickly. She wiggled her hips to grind her cunt against his hand harder and harder, driving his probing fingers deep inside her. His mouth tugged at her breasts, tweaking her firm nipples as Vicki moaned out loud. Her own arms wrapped themselves around Vance, pulling him tighter against her body and quickening his tempo. Vance’s stiff cock rubbed against her bare thigh as their bodies entwined together. Despite her moaning and writhing, Vicki felt his member brushing against her, and she pulled slightly away.

With Vance laying on his back, she darted down between his legs to find his member waving as it stiffened. She smiled as she saw the thick black cock and wrapped her fingers around it. Quickly, Vicki gave it a few short strokes, then without any hesitation, wrapped her lips around its swollen head. Vance gasped as he felt her going down on him, feeling her lips pursing around his cock and sliding down the shaft. She rebounded up, following her red lips with her hand. She brought her lips all the way back to the tip of his cock, teasing the opening with her tongue. A drop of pre-cum dissolved on her tongue as her reward. Vicki savored the sweet taste of this stud’s cum, then returned to sucking his cock, going down on him faster with each stroke. Her mouth engulfed him completely, which was no mean feat given his size. Nevertheless, she continued to stroke and suck his cock until it was rock hard and her pussy was dripping wet.

With his thick tool dripping wet with her saliva, Vicki deftly released it from her mouth and assumed a position on her back. Her shapely legs were spread, revealing her curly brown bush and soaking wet pussy ready for his cock. As she scooted up, Vance positioned himself between her legs. His throbbing member ached to get inside of her, and from the look of her, she was dying to feel his massive cock penetrating deep into her pussy. His body came down on top of osmangazi escort hers, his hands coming to rest on her breasts. Even as he manipulated them, Vance’s stiff cock pressed up against the entrance to Vicki’s sweet pussy. Effortlessly, he thrust his way inside her, sliding down that well worn path easily.

Vicki’s pussy had been loosened up by all that finger fucking that Vance had done with her before, and she was very wet. Despite her readiness, Vance’s cock was a tight fit for her hot little cunt, and she moaned as he reamed in and out of her. His thrusts were fast and hard, making her cry out louder and louder. His muscles rippled as he thrust his cock in and out of her cunt, and she grabbed onto his broad shoulders as tightly as she could. Vance’s thrusts were powerful, pounding his stiff cock deep inside her wet and waiting pussy. Vicki’s entire body shook as he rammed himself home inside her, time and time again. His hard cock was penetrating deep inside her, sliding in and out of her hot wet cunt faster and faster as she spread her legs even farther apart. The comely young brunette was screaming in absolute delight as the workman fucked her harder than she’d ever thought possible. Sweat dripped off their bodies as Vance thrust himself deep inside her once more, grunting as he came. Globs of his cum filled Vicki’s waiting cunt as he drove himself down inside her. She shrieked her enjoyment as he fired the last few drops of his cum into her pussy, and she raked her nails across his stripling back with one final sigh of contentment.

With his cock spent and his balls emptied, Vance gave her a gentle kiss on the lips by way of thanks, then eased his dick out of her pussy. She was such a good lay, Vance was sorry that it was over, but what an incredible fuck she had been. Loud too, for Jay and Chuck had heard their rather loud interlude, and had come up the stairs to investigate. Whether or not they had seen anything was uncertain, but as Vicki lay on the bed she saw them staring at her.

What a sight to behold she was! Her legs were spread, showcasing her well fucked pussy. Some of Vance’s cum was dripping its way out of her, and some more was stuck to her bush. Vicki’s ample breasts were exposed to their view as well, and her hard nipples seemed to beckon them to her. She smiled as she saw the delight in their dark faces and gestured them over to her with a wave of her hand. Vance cleared the way for his buddies as they came closer to the hot little wench he had just fucked. Both men tore off their shirts and stripped out of their shorts before they reached the bed. Vicki scooted up a little higher on it, keeping her legs spread as they reached her.

Once they did, they wasted no time, and soon Vicki had two pairs of hand caressing her breasts and manipulating her wet pussy. Briefly, she felt a hot mouth sucking on one of her gorgeous tits, and although she wanted more, the guys had other things in mind. It wasn’t long at all before Chuck had his rigid cock up by her lips, and dutifully, Vicki began to suck him. She had parted her lips gently, easing his cock into her waiting mouth when he savagely shoved his cock forward, jamming it down her throat. Vicki was stunned, and nearly gagged, but somehow she managed not to. As soon as he had his cock in her mouth, Chuck started a rhythmic thrusting that literally forced Vicki to suck on him. The only alternative would have been to bite him, and she certainly wasn’t going to do that. Instead, she met his eyes with her own lust filled gaze and wrapped a hand around the shaft of his tool, stroking him into her waiting mouth. His cock was already oozing sticky sweet drops of pre cum, and Vicki sucked them down her throat.

While she was doing this, Jay wasn’t wasting his opportunity either. Once his friend had laid claim to Vicki’s hot mouth, Jay pulled himself off her tits and spread her legs apart. Even with a monstrous cock shoved down her gullet, Vicki didn’t resist. For her, this was a situation that she could only dream of in her wildest fantasies, there was no way she’d pass on it. Jay’s hands were rough from the physical labor he did for work, but strong and her thighs obligingly parted for him. Her hot cunt was still wet from the fucking that Vance had given her and was still flowing a mixture of her juices and his cum. Jay didn’t care. He sampled her pussy first with his fingers, easing a couple of them deep inside her pussy, causing her to cry out.

Her hot wetness was apparent as Vicki’s cunt clamped down around Jay’s fingers. Her juices coated his fingers as he pulled them out, and he wiped the sticky stuff off on her bush, rubbing her clit in the process. She was evidently enjoying the chance to give Chuck a blow job, and her body language told Jay that she surely would love to feel his cock inside her right now. A quick glance on his part down at her pussy told him she was quite ready, and despite already being rock hard, Jay felt a spasming in his loins as he saw her waiting pussy. Between those gorgeous spread thighs, Vicki’s cunt beckoned to him. Her pussy lips were spread apart and waiting, Jay could see the deeper tone of red within. Glossy pink lips hinted of how wet she was, and pearly white streaks of what had to be Vance’s cum decorated her puffy outer lips. Above that, a thatchy brown patch of pubic hair wreathed the girl’s hard clit. She was wet, she was waiting. And Jay wanted her.

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Author’s note:

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

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

*****

“Hon, wake up. Susan’s gone.”

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

“Uh? Gone? Where’d she go?”

“She was gone when I woke up.”

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

“Oh no. What did we do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, did it?”

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

“Then what, Melissa?”

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

“So if I slept with anyone else…”

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

“Melissa!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan nodded as she thumbed Melissa’s number.

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

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

“Susan? What the hell?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, that was a first for me.”

“Why did you leave?”

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

“So, no regrets?”

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

I just stared. “What?”

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

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

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

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

“Seriously?”

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

We hugged. Susan rested her head against my shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan made a face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan reached down to guide me into her.

I was soft.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We sat up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…”

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

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

~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can… can he do it?”

I looked at Melissa. She smirked and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The room seemed chilly as Melissa glowered at her friend.

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

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I came home as quickly as I could after my wife called to tell me that her friend Bruce would be joining us for dinner. She’d been talking about him for some time but I’d never met him. Her eyes would wander off as she told me about his latest project or how he’d helped her with her work or helped her solve a problem. There were times when I wondered if she was having an affair with him, but I was sure that was just wishful thinking. I often found myself fantasizing about sharing her with another man but the reality was that she was probably far too conservative for that sort of a scenario. Still…I was excited to meet him and watch them interact first hand.

I arrived at our house before Bruce and Paula so I took the opportunity to jump into the shower for a quick rinse before dinner.

My mind wandered as the water flowed over my body. I lathered up and rubbed the suds all around my legs, my arms and my torso. I was feeling optimistic about what tonight could bring so I spent extra time washing my cock, balls and my ass. I knew by the way she drifted off when she talked about Bruce that at the very least she’d be hot and ready for love by the time he left. The steam had filled the shower by the time my mind returned to reality so the mirror was fogged as I stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. As the fog cleared I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My cock was responding to my thoughts and was about halfway hard, still pointing downward but certainly engorged. I found it to be a beautiful site as I stood mesmerized for a moment. I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed out of the bathroom to get dressed for dinner.

As I entered the bedroom I heard the front door close and voices in the hallway. I started to yell “hello” but I stopped and just kept silent. I listened to the voices. It was Paula and I’d have to assume the male voice belonged to Bruce. They were animated and Paula was giggling quite a bit so my curiosity grew. I knew they weren’t expecting me to be home for another half hour or so, so I decided to just listen in to their conversation.

“You know I need this Paula” he said “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“I know honey” Paula replied “but if I take care of you now I don’t know if you’ll be ready again later if my plan works out…” They continued giggling and making inaudible sounds. I could hear shoes and coats coming off and I could tell that whatever was going on was playful. That made me smile.

Now my brain was working overtime! What could she mean? We’re they talking about sex? Was this a dream come true? Would she let me share her with another man? Or better…share another man with me? Or was it just innocent bantering about something else altogether…

I remained silent as Paula and Bruce made their way down the hallway towards our bedroom. I knew I had to hide!

I slipped behind the wardrobe where I could see the whole room in the mirror, but I could not be easily seen. I held my breath as the two of them stumbled into the bedroom, Bruce tripping over his pants which were now down below his knees, and Paula with her panties around her ankles. Both had lost their shirts along the way. They were giggling and kissing, completely oblivious to my presence.

My cock sprang up from under my towel!

In over 20 years of marriage we had, I assumed, been monogamous. (But I confess that for every one of those 20 years I had dreamed of wild, unabashed crazy sex — with both women and men and both!) And now I find myself witnessing my wife’s unfaithfulness. Damn…I could have been doing this all along, I thought to myself.

Bruce reached down and removed Paula’s dress as she stepped out of her panties. They continued to kiss and giggle. Naked now, my beautiful wife dropped to her knees and slid nizip escort her fingers into his waistband. Slowly she lowered his briefs until his beautiful cock sprang to freedom. It stood straight out pointing directly at her face while she finished removing his shorts. She paused and stared directly back at Bruce’s cock.

It was hard as a rock. Seven to eight inches long. As thick as a large banana. Smooth and circumcised. The helmet was large, shiny and purple. His balls hung low and heavy, like two eggs in a sack. His cock just bounced in front of her eyes as she stared.

“It’s as beautiful as I’d imagined” she said as she leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of the tip of his cock. Her hands grasped his thighs as she leaned in further and began to engulf Bruce’s gorgeous manhood an inch at a time until she was swallowing him entirely.

I couldn’t help myself. I grasped my own cock and began to stroke a little.

I watched as my wife impaled her face on this gorgeous penis. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I watched his beautiful manhood slide in and out of Paula’s face. I was jealous because she’d never shown such enthusiasm for sucking on my cock, but I was also jealous because at this moment I wanted with all my heart and soul to experience what she was experiencing…I wanted to know what that gorgeous cock felt like in her mouth…what it would feel like in MY mouth!

I stroked harder as Bruce began to moan.

I was now so focused on watching his cock slip in and out of my wife’s beautiful face that I didn’t even notice her eyes had caught a glimpse of me in the mirror. I watched her hands caress his balls and stroke his shaft. I watched as she pulled back and just stroked with long slow milking strokes, first towards her face and then, slowly, she turned him so he was pointing directly towards me! She continued to milk his beautiful cock as I felt my own precum dripping over my fist as I stroked myself.

A droplet of fluid formed on his pee hole. Paula slid back to where she could make direct eye contact with me. I froze.

“Come here Bryson. I know you want it.” She said softly as her eyes pierced my soul. “Just give it a lick, like this” she said as she washed Bruce’s cockhead with her tongue. His cock shined with the mixture of his cum and her saliva.

She stoked some more and motioned me closer with her eyes.

“I know you’ve wanted this for a long time and Bruce and I knew you were home when we got here. Your clothes are on the bed!… so quit being shy and come down here and give him a lick with me!”

I was dumbfounded. I had no choice but to admit she was right and submit to my desires.

I felt numb as my towel dropped and I stepped forward to join my wife at the feet if this beautiful man. For so long I’ve dreamed of having a real cock in my mouth. My loving wife was presenting me with the opportunity that I’d been dreaming of.

“Now let’s see if you can really suck a cock” she said satirically…

She pointed the shiny purple tip of his cock towards my lips as she continued to milk him. Another droplet formed and I couldn’t resist. I had to do this! I looked Paula in the eyes as she guided his cock towards the tip of my tongue.

I parted my lips and put the tip of my tongue on the droplet and I continued to engulf the head of his cock in my mouth!

As my mouth opened to accept the helmet of Bruce’s cock my tongue washed all around it. I could taste the mildness of his precum and I could feel it mix with my saliva making his bulbous cockhead feel so smooth and slippery on my tongue. I was amazed at how hot it felt in my mouth and how much just the head of his cock filled my mouth.

“Ohhhh… taste that cock Bryson. Be the cocksucker odunpazarı escort you’ve been wanting to be.” Paula whispered to me as she licked at his shaft and balls.

She moved my hands up to his shaft and told me to stroke him as I suck. Then she backed away to where she could have a better look at my efforts. She continued to massage his legs and butt as she watched me experience my first cocksucking.

“Now stroke him and take his cock deeper into your mouth” she said “I want to see you be a good little cock sucker…”

She smiled as I began to suck him deeper into my mouth. I could taste his nectar

as he leaked a steady flow of precum now. I was slowly taking him deeper into my throat with each stroke until I felt his pubic hair tickling my nose as his throbbing cock probed deep into my throat. I amazed myself with my ability to engulf his entire member.

“It looks like you’ve been practicing!” Paula said with a giggle.

I was slobbering all over him. Slurping and sucking noises filled the room. The taste, the manly scent and the fullness and heat in my mouth, the weight of his balls in my hand…my senses were in overload as I stared into Paula’s eyes.

She continued to encourage me as I moved my hands down from his shaft to his balls and I tugged gently as I continued to deep throat him. I ran my finger nails up the back of his ball sack and tickled him all the way back to his rosebud. He began to twitch and flinch.

Paula leaned in and with her lips pushed my mouth back off of Bruce. She gave him a quick suck and turned to me whispering “not so fast…we have more to do here before I let you finish him off…”

As I stared at Bruce’s cock bouncing in the air just in front of my face I felt my wife touch my ass. While we were taking turns licking his shaft, putting his cockhead in our mouths and kissing each other occasionally as we enjoyed Bruce together, I was startled by a cold moist finger as it entered my rosebud and penetrated my ass pushing quickly past my sphincter and probing deep into me. I’d always loved it when she did this to me but this time she really caught me off guard.

I again impaled my face on Bruce’s cock as I became accustomed to the invasion of my ass and mouth simultaneously.

My own cock was now in desperate need of attention.

I increased my tempo on Bruce’s cock, pulling and tugging at his balls as I inhaled his organ deep into my throat over and over again. Feeling his cockhead as it careened in and out of my mouth. The taste of his seed becoming stronger in my mouth. I loved every sensation that I was experiencing right now! A hot throbbing live cock in my mouth and totally under my control. My wife watching my every move intently — and squirming at the sight. The feeling of her fingers probing my ass as I arched my back to give her better access… Oh gawd!! My cock was rock hard and dripping!!

“Alright boys. It’s time to change things up before I lose you two…” Paula said.

She began to stand and pulled me up with her. We all three stood naked together at the foot of our bed. Paula pressed our bodies together. She kissed me, then Bruce. We all leaned in together and kissed and licked at each other’s faces. At some point I found myself locked in a passionate embrace with Bruce. This was something I’d never pictured– but I found it enjoyable and it caused my cock to jump at Bruce.

“Bryson, this is Bruce. Bruce, this is my husband Bryson who I’ve been telling you about.” Paula said as she began to rub our precum soaked cocks together.

She smiled and giggled. “I’m so happy this is working out. I’ve dreamed about seeing the two of you together for months!”

I grasped Paula’s firm ass cheek and pulled her tight against onikişubat escort me “Thank you Paula. You must have known about my curiosity…”

“It’s obvious Bryson. It just took time to find the right man to satisfy it!”

With that she proceeded to lay me on the bed with my ass at the foot.

“Bruce has shared some of his desires with me as well” she said. “One of which is that he’s never fucked anyone in the ass before…”

I heard the familiar click of the oil bottle lid as Paula swung around and positioned herself with her pussy straddling my face. Her beautiful pussy glistened above me, wet with anticipation. I leaned up and began to lick at her vulva — both as a show of appreciation for putting this together, but also as a distraction from the fear of what may soon be happening!

For years I’ve loved butt plugs and I even have an anal dildo… but letting a real live man into my ass is still terrifying!

I felt warm oil being applied to my cock, then to my balls and finally I felt generous amounts being spread around and into my ass. The feeling was so luxurious. My wife on my face and Bruce standing at the foot of our bed. They were both massaging and applying oil to my groin and ass. My cock was so hard now I knew I could blow at any moment! I increased my intensity on my wife’s delicious pussy, lapping at and sucking her folds and crevasses, my nose now probing her rosebud. She was squirming and beginning to moan.

I felt a white-hot probe applying pressure to my anus.

I froze for a moment in anticipation. I felt terrified. Would I be able to accommodate a real cock? Would the pain be too intense? What if…

The answers came quickly as Bruce pushed firmly but slowly against my sphincter. He paused and lifted my knees up over his shoulders. Paula let out a moan as she witnessed her boyfriend line up to impale her husband’s ass with his beautiful cock. She grabbed my cock and pulled my balls up out of the way of her view.

Bruce pushed again gently. He was so hard and his cock felt so hot on my anus.

In a flash he was in. I was accepting him! I felt the stretching of my sphincter and there was certainly some pain, but not as intense as I feared and it faded into pleasure almost in an instant.

I began to breathe again as he slowly worked his magical tool in and out of my butt. He pushed deeper with each motion until I had taken his entire cock deep inside my bowels.

I was in heaven.

I lapped furiously at Paula’s pussy as she squirmed and moaned and ground herself on my face. Her juices flowing freely now as she approached orgasm.

Bruce was now pounding my ass with his hips slapping on my buttocks. He reached down and began pulling at my cock and stroking in a rhythm with his pounding of my ass.

That was it! My cock began spewing. I could feel my orgasms springing from so deep inside of my rectum. I felt as if I could cum forever. I’d never before experienced such an intense series of orgasms. It seemed to last forever!

Paula had succumbed to her own orgasm as she rode my face and screamed out to Jesus in ecstasy.

Then I felt Bruce begin to unload in my ass. He let out a great moan as he emptied his seed deep into my bowels. He too seemed to cum forever! He continued to pound me as I filled with his heat and wetness.

Paula slowly lifted herself off of me and slid down beside me. We kissed passionately as Bruce’s orgasm subsided. He slipped out of me as Paula and I kissed. Paula looked up at Bruce and motioned him down to join us.

Bruce laid himself on top of me. Our bellies awash in my splattered cum. He looked me deep in the eyes and we fell into a passionate kiss. As we kissed I felt a special bond that I’d never anticipated… Until you’ve been taken by a man you just have no way of knowing the pleasure of giving yourself entirely. It’s an indescribable feeling of emotion. Now I understand the look Paula has on her face after we make love.

Paula smiled softly as the three of us melted into one.

“Well?” She asked “Do you like him? Can we keep him?”

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Dusky Rose (KOI 13)

Columbia. June, 1974

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sherrie’s… stuff?” Becca asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“All her Barbies,” Becca continued to observe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We were laughing.

“Doggone her.

“Doggone her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How the heck do these things work?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Corny,” he mumbled.

Becca huffed, sympathetically.

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

“At Joe ‘n’ Judy’s,” he went on.

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

“You’re kidding,” I said.

It was Gary’s turn to be amazed.

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

We rode on in silence for a while.

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

“Faster, though,” I said.

“Younger,” said Gary.

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

“Becky’s like that,” argued Gary.

I paused.

“Sometimes,” I agreed.

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

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

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

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

The light turned green.

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

“Well, since you asked…”

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girl’s smile turned to a chimpanzeelike pucker.

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

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

“I want you both,” the girl murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohh! Gimme…”

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

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

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

It smells like Dusky Rose.

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

“Now! Hurry! Hurry hurrry hrrry!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two squealing country bumpkins on my trailer sofa.

“Oh, o DAR-lin’!”

Somewhere in the aether, a curtain was coming down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or maybe not.

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

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

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Nicole sat up on her elbows with a smile when she heard the door open her eyes gleamed when Jasper walked in. She was nearly naked as he had command of her. Wearing only a corset of black leather and red silk. Waiting and ready for him, having touched herself exactly as the text had demanded she do. She enjoyed their games. She inhaled deeply to push her breasts up proudly as his eyes raked over her body. Then his best friend, Christopher, walked in behind him.

“Jas! The hell!?” Nicole yelled pulling a blanket around herself to hide from the blonde man. Christopher turned red at the brief view he had gotten. Nicole glared at both men but her gaze darkened on Christopher. She was terrified what this could mean. She loved Jasper. She would do anything for him, but she was afraid that anything may be giving him up because the strange relationship she had with Christopher. The heated sexual tension the coursed between them that they tried to pretend didn’t exist. She may have strong feelings for Christopher as well but she had still chosen Jasper.

“This is a bad idea.” Christopher rubbed his neck and took a step towards the door.

“No!” Jasper snapped he pointed to the bed. “Go sit down.”

Nicole slipped from the bed with a sheet wrapped around herself and a fearful gaze on Jasper when Christopher sat on the bed his elbows on his knees and head hung in defeat. He was sure the last fight had permanently ruined whatever chance he had with the woman. Jasper motioned Nicole to him and she quickly moved to him frowning.

“You’re not giving me to him.” She felt tears sting her eyes. “I’ll run before that happens. If I can’t have you I don’t want him. I-“

Jasper shut her up the best way he had found by pulling her close and devouring her mouth with his. “God no.” He cupped her face with his hand while the other arm wrapped around her waist. “He can either share us…or he gets neither.” Jasper rested his forehead on hers. “That’s the option I gave him.”

Nicole blinked. “I don’t understand why he’s here. The golden boy won’t-“

“Trust me?” Jasper asked. Nicole sighed but nodded her head. She trusted Jasper completely, she saw it in his eyes when he shifted from her loving boyfriend to her dom and she instinctively began falling into her sub space. Jasper turned Nicole around to face Christopher. “She’s in.” He told the other man who lifted his head. Jasper ripped the sheet away from Nicole and dropped it to the floor. Christopher blushed brightly at her exposure. Jasper had his arm around her and was rolling palandöken escort a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “So, Chris, the question is-” Jasper moved forward and pressed Nicole into a bent position in front of Christopher, he used his foot to spread her legs exposing her further to the man still on the bed. “What do you want?”

Christopher blinked and forced himself to drag his eyes away from the exposed flesh. He looked up at his best friend, seeing Nicole looking around her knees at up him. “What?”

“‘What’ he says.” Jasper rolled his eyes, his hand rubbing at Nicole’s back and butt. She was bent at the waist, her blonde hair on the floor with her hands on her shins. She watched the two men expectantly. Jasper’s hand slapped against Nicole’s butt once, her body jerked and she yelped slightly even as she tipped her hips begging for more silently. “I mean do you want to fuck our girl in her tight little pussy.” Jasper emphasized his point by pushing his fingers into her. She moaned and Christopher blushed. “Or her pretty little ass.” Jasper then pulled his glistening fingers from her and pushed them into the other entrance, forcing out a deeper moan.

Christopher blushed brighter. “Um…uh…” He hadn’t expected this type of sharing. He had expected more along the lines of the ‘take turns’ kind of sharing when Jasper had come to him and told him that his anger about the relationship could be solved by sharing.

“I’m not letting you have her without me until I know you’ll treat her right.” Jasper stated simply earning a glare from his friend.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Christopher snapped feeling angry that his friend would even suggest he would abuse Nicole.

“It means, I’m not leaving my sub with an inexperienced dom.” Jasper smacked her butt again after pulling his fingers out. “So…are you in or out? Because if you can’t accept it, leave.” He rubbed at the red hand print left on her butt while Nicole pressed herself back towards him, biting her lip to keep herself from speaking out of turn. “She’s being very good and deserves a reward. Don’t you, Slut?”

“Yes sir.” Nicole answered with a whimper as her butt was set stinging again.

Christopher was silent for a moment memorized by the sway of Nicole’s red butt. “Her ass. I want her ass.” He blushed, never having imagined doing something like this.

Jasper grinned. “Get your pants off then.” He smacked Nicole’s butt. “Get the lube.”

Nicole straightened and immediately went pamukkale escort to retrieve the requested bottle while the men undressed.

“I’ll prep her this time.” Jasper stated. “Next time though…it’s you. So pay attention.” Nicole placed her hands back on her shins with her butt facing the bed so Christopher could watch. She had a light blush at the heat she could feel coiling between her legs while Jasper spread them apart with his foot. “The safe word is ‘Leonardo’. She says that and it all stops.” Jasper turned to Christopher. “Period. I don’t care what you feel or want. You betray the trust and I will make you regret it.”

Christopher nodded his understanding and repeated the safe word back to the two. Jasper nodded. He wouldn’t offer this opportunity to Christopher if he didn’t think the other man would honor Nicole as their sub. He crouched next to the bent woman and began rubbing the lube at her entrance. She pressed back towards him.

“Eager little whore.” Jasper warned. “See how she leaks.” He trailed his fingers towards her entrance then back towards her rear door. It wouldn’t be her first experience with duel penetration, just the first with two men instead of a toy and him. Jasper was careful to insure she had plenty of lube inside as well as around the edge. Christopher was aching just watching them, his own erection standing at attention between his legs. He blushed when he noticed Jasper’s when the other man stood and tossed the bottle of lube at him.

“Lube up.” Jasper commanded Christopher, who obeyed immediately. Jasper then reached down and hooked his finger in a loop on the corset and pulled her up. Nicole leaned against him, her hand running over his member as it pressed against her stomach.

“Do you need it?” Christopher asked blushing at his lack of knowledge as his cock shined with the lubricant coating.

Jasper laughed and reached down pushing his fingers roughly into Nicole. “The whore has plenty of natural lubricant for me.” Nicole was arched in his arms pressing herself down on his hand.

Christopher stood by the bed as he had been commanded. Jasper was laying on his back at the edge with Nicole straddling him. Her butt shinned where Jasper had wiped the lubricant. Christopher couldn’t stop himself as he reached out and ran his hand over her backside. It felt better bare than in jeans. Jasper smirked at him.

“Smack her ass.” Jasper told Christopher who looked at him with wide eyes. “She likes it.” Jasper assured his friend before pazarcık escort forcing Nicole to bend so her butt was more exposed and he could suckle at her breast. Nicole whimpered. Christopher hesitated before striking her. She yelped in surprise but pressed her chest further into Jasper’s mouth and her butt higher into the air.

“I want to fuck her.” Christopher said after watching her butt turn bright red under his hand.

“Thought you would never ask.” Jasper grabbed Nicole’s hips and guided her down onto him, her moan sending a jolt straight to Christopher’s groin. Once she was on Jasper fully he held her against his chest. He looked at Christopher over Nicole’s shoulder. “Now you.”

Christopher lined himself up with her lubricated entrance and glanced at his friend and the woman between them. Neither appeared to be questioning the actions so the mild guilt eased away while he eased himself in. The three moaned in unison until he was fully sheathed. Jasper ran his hands over Nicole’s shoulders while her breathing shook.

“Good girl.” Jasper praised. “You like that don’t you?”

***

Nicole laid gasping between the two men once they were spent. Her nerve endings were on fire and every movement sent a jolt of electricity through her aching body. Jasper rubbed her shoulder soothingly, then he pushed at Christopher’s shoulder until the other man pulled out and laid at their side. Christopher felt jilted that he had been pushed away until Jasper rolled over and placed Nicole on his chest.

Jasper kissed Nicole lightly before pulling away so Christopher could wrap his arms around the woman. “I’ll be right back.”

Christopher rubbed at Nicole’s arms as he had seen Jasper do and felt her relax against him. He kissed her cheek lightly. Jasper returned with warm damp cloths after a few minutes. He was cleaned up, Christopher noticed when Jasper tossed a cloth at him.

“Clean yourself.” Jasper told Christopher while moving his own cloth to Nicole. He kissed her lightly and smiled at her. She returned it softly. After they were clean and the cloths deposited in the clothes hamper the three laid naked on the bed. Jasper trailed his hand lightly over Nicole’s body. Christopher’s arm remained around her waist.

“Can this work?” Jasper asked the two. He locked his eyes with Nicole. “Can you accept both of us?”

“I think I just proved I can handle you two.” Nicole laughed at her own joke even as her eyes drooped tiredly.

“Can you accept sharing?” Jasper turned his gaze to Christopher. That was who he was worried about saying ‘no’. He knew Nicole had strong feelings for both of them and that she would enjoy being shared physically. Christopher though, Jasper wasn’t sure if he would accept this lifestyle.

Christopher blinked at his friend then smiled. “We’ve always shared everything anyways.”

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I took a seat in the bar, just as he had instructed. Nervous but excited, I looked around, wondering if he was already here. The bartender came to get my drink order and I ordered a glass of wine hoping to calm my nerves. The outdoor bar provided an evening breeze that swept over my body.

I was wearing a sundress, just as he had asked. White linen, it was form fitting around the breasts with a deep cut and flowed out from there, ending above the knee. The straps helped keep my 36D chest high and dry. My skin was tanned from a weekend at the beach and I left my hair curly to expose the sun highlights. My toes were painted and I wore my wedges to show of my long, tanned legs.

Halfway through my wine, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. My heart beat quickly as I felt his breath on my neck. “That’s my girl. What a good listener you are.” I turned my blue eyes to him and was pleasantly surprised with what I saw. I was expecting some dirty old man, or some young perverted kid with his friends- but it was a man. A good looking man, just like his pictures. I met Scott online one night when I was feeling especially lonely. We talked often and I felt a unique connection with the way he spoke to me. He dove into my desires, boldly and with no reservations. He asked me to do things I had never done to myself before, and instructed me to do them with the webcam on. Scott had seen me explore my body in ways I had never knew existed.

After a year, I needed to either put this relationship behind me, or take it to the next level. We had exchanged pictures, but he never was on webcam as I was. It was a chance I took, and in the end it paid off. The plan to meet was now, and my excitement for the things I would experience swirled in my head, consuming me.

He sat next to me, ordering a double Crown on the rocks. He turned towards me after a long pull and moved the hair off of my shoulder. Moving in close again, he breathed in deeply and exhaled as he pulled away. “You smell better then I could have even imagined Brooke.” I smiled and blushed at the same time. “Even better, you look more innocent in person then your pictures convey. No one in this bar knows what a dirty little slut you want to be.” He told me to finish my wine as our night was about to begin. I sipped my liquid courage. “Brooke, I told you to finish your wine.” Looking at him, I threw back my wine in one large sip. “Good girl.” He threw back his drink in the same fashion and swiftly threw down cash to cover the cocktails. “Time to go.” I grabbed my purse and walked towards the stairs. He didn’t walk next to me but he lingered behind. I wondered if my legs enticed him, if my back looked tan. I walked down the stairs and as I exited the bar, I felt his hand on the small of my back. Without any verbal cues, I let him guide me. We walked for what seemed like a while, getting further into a residential area. I wondered if we were going to his house. The houses began to seem further apart as we followed a path. The path lead us to a playground. Scott sensed my hesitation.

“Do you trust me?” he asked me. I looked around, it was dark with some light being cast by the moon and a light pole a few hundred feet away. I could clearly see Scott’s face, and by looking in his eyes, I knew I had no reason not to. “Yes,” I answered nervously. “But, I don’t get why were here.” He guided me to the middle of the playground. “You know that you are here to please me, and be pleased. Don’t question why, where or what, it will ruin your enjoyment.” With that, I let my guard down to him, although I still couldn’t figure out what he was aiming to do. We had talked about using the bar bathroom to fuck, so the change of scenery confused me.

We were close to a bridge connecting two points of the playground, and he moved me closer to the edge of it. He took the straps of my dress and pulled them down off of my shoulders, meaning for it to fall to the ground. Panicked, I grabbed at my chest, keeping the dress up, but barely. “Brooke, either you allow me to do this my way, or we part ways. I thought you wanted this?” Looking up at him, I let my dress fall, exposing my strapless bra and lacey panties. I moved to take my wedges off but Scott stopped me. “Leave them on.” He picked up my dress and hung it on the pole. I stood unsure of what to do. Scott came towards me and unhooked my bra, exposing my breasts in the moonlight. He placed it on the same pole. He unzipped his pants, exposing his soft cock. “Get on your knees Brooke. I want you to get me hard in your mouth.”

I got to my knees in the sand of the playground and ran my hands up his legs to his cock. I pulled it out, and wrapped my lips around it. It instantly made me wet. I slowly and seductively sucked his dick, feeling it grow in my mouth. It grew and grew, before I knew it, he was fully erect. 8 inches long and almost 2 inches around, I had a hard time getting it all in my mouth. I made sure to use my hands and open my throat to allow him to drive it as deep as he could. I gagged on his shaft but tried to recover as quickly as possible. I looked up at him, watching him enjoy my mouth. I moved both of my hands to his shaft and focused my mouth on his balls. Gently tugging and licking, I heard him moan. I knew I was pleasing him, but wanted kemalpaşa escort to do better. I softly took my tongue and started at the bottom of his shaft, licking the length of him and wrapping my tongue around his tip and starting all over again on the opposite side. I could hear him grunting as his hips started thrusting. I used my mouth and opened my throat as much as I could- inviting him to release. Within seconds, a gush hit the back of my throat as his hands grabbed the back of my head to bury himself as deep as he could. In the seconds after he came, he released my head and pulled himself out of my mouth. His cum dripped from my mouth, down my chin onto my chest. Looking up at him, he smiled down at me.

He leaned down and pulled me softly up from my knees. Pushing me back towards the pole he had hung my dress on. I felt the cold metal hit my back and as the cold spread through my body, my nipples became hard. He fumbled with his belt, slipping it out of the loops and took off his pants. He grabbed my wrists lightly and told me to put them above my head. I did not hesitate. He wrapped his belt around them and tightened them to the pole, leaving me tethered. My chest began to rise and fall faster with excitement. His hands wandered on my body, starting by caressing my face and neck. He felt every inch of my skin without touching my breasts or pussy. Lightly he traced my arms, the length of my legs to my ass, my hips to my ribs. It was sensual and light, and it surprised me. As I settled in the rhythm of his touch, I closed my eyes and began to relax my breathing. Within seconds of my mind wandering, I jolted my eyes open as he grabbed my breast hard. “I want you to watch all of this Brooke. You are here with me, not off with someone else in your mind.” I opened my mouth to tell him that wasn’t what happened, but he captured it with his. Kissing me deeply, my protest was silenced.

My breathing went back to heavy as I enjoyed our styles meshing and the heat that was spreading throughout my body. Suddenly, my nipples were being tweaked and pulled and my eyes were open again. After this, I came back to reality, realizing I was on a suburban playground, almost naked, tied to a pole, exposed. A slight panic came into my head as I scanned the playground. I felt his mouth encompass my breast as his hand cupped it and his other made its way to my ass. I realized that the probability of someone being on a playground this time of night was extremely low, but it still sat in the back of my head. I began to let go of the thought as Scott was beginning to make my body beg for more.

His tongue flicked my nipple and he tried to get all of my breast in his hand. Grabbing roughly at both of them, I found myself arching my back. I couldn’t hold back from moaning. My pussy was starting to drip from the wetness, and it began to show on my panties. I was aching to be touched. Scott looked down as I was arching, and saw the glistening on my shiny underwear. He dropped down to have his face level with my pussy. I didn’t know if it would be his tongue, fingers or dick, but something had to make a connection and soon. He slid my panties off slowly as I rocked my hips to help him. When it got towards my shoes, I turned my ankles towards him for him to take them off. He looked up at me and said no. “Those are staying on. Use the belt strap and pull your legs up.” I obeyed and as my legs came up he slipped the panties off. I dropped my legs back down to the ground and separated my stance. He rubbed his hands on my inner thighs, and up to my belly button and back down to the top of my pelvic bone. Previously, I had only had a landing strip for pubic hair but for our meeting, he asked me to grow my hair out and have it professionally trimmed and shaped. He wanted me “to look like a woman.” I obeyed.

I was trembling, not knowing if it was the crispness of being naked, or the anticipation of what was to come, it was incredibly overwhelming. His hand began to slowly retreat to the mound of hair, crafted to his specifications. He took his index finger and slid it down my slit, making me moan out loud. He then took his middle finger and inserted it deep inside of me. “My my, how wet we already are. I’ve only just begun.” The index finger joined the middle finger and his thumb went to work on my clit. He separated my legs further and drove his hand deeper into the wetness. I found myself riding on his hand, pressing hard against his thumb. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I felt his tongue begin to lick my pussy lips. He separated my legs even farther and flipped himself around so he was facing the same way as I. The way he had separated my legs, I was basically sitting on his face. I did my best to bring my legs closer together, but he used the aid of the belt holding my wrists and used his arms to hold my thighs up and across.

Spread eagle couldn’t begin to explain how open I was if someone were to be watching. He darted his tongue in and out of my hole, lapping up my juices. I had no choice but to let go and enjoy the ride. His tongue did things to my pussy that I had only dreamt about. My body began to buck against his face, and my moans got louder and louder. He let down one leg and used the hand to begin to finger me kemer escort again as his tongue traced and tickled my clit. I couldn’t help but ride up and down on his hand, my body was in control now. Grinding against anything that he had near or in me, I got to the brink and came hard. My hands clenched in fists, my chest heaving and my legs shaking I opened my eyes. Scott was getting up, smirking and wiping my cum off of his face. He moved towards me, leaning in close to me and loosened the belt to allow my hands free. My wrists were sore, but my body was in such a state of content, I didn’t notice.

I turned around and went to grab my bra when Scott grabbed me by the arm. “What are you doing?” he asked me. “Getting dressed? Is that bad? I figured we both came, so we were done,” I replied. He laughed. “Absolutely not.” As I looked at him, panic spread throughout my body. Behind him, I saw movement coming towards us. “Oh my God Scott… someone’s coming!” I hissed. “Yes, you already came,” he retorted. Annoyed, I flipped him around to look at the figure making its way closer. His body didn’t tense the way mine did, instead, it stayed loose and relaxed. He grabbed my bra out of my hand and threw it back on the pole. I stood frozen, completely humiliated. As the figure got near us, I saw it was a man, Scott’s age. He wasn’t in a police uniform, so a slight bit of panic left my mind.

“How’d she do?” he asked Scott. My head whipped around to Scott. “What the fuck is going on?” I yelled at Scott. He came towards me and grabbed me under my elbow lightly. The movement exposed my breasts I was desperately trying to cover from the stranger. “I thought I told you to trust me?” he questioned. Before I could retort, he looked me in the eye. “Brooke, I realize that you are naïve and innocent, but, this will only do you good. I know you and wouldn’t encourage something that I didn’t think you really wanted.” A flush came across my face, knowing that I had talked to him about a threesome with two men. “I’m going to ease you into things, I promise. You will enjoy everything we will be doing, and if not, just say the word, and we will be done. If you want though, Jim and I will make you feel unbelievable.”

I couldn’t get myself to protest. In the end the thought of two men with their hands all over me was more appealing then being seen as a nice girl or the fear of getting caught. Scott had made me cum harder then I had ever done before, and that wasn’t even from being fucked. I couldn’t cheat myself out of the chance of another orgasm like that.

He knew my silence meant compliance and guided me over to the plastic picnic table off to the side of the playground. The park light shined directly down on the table. He laid me on the table, bringing my ass close to the edge. Jim stood off to the side, standing still. Both Scott and I were still naked from our previous exercises. Scott spread my legs wide, exposing my sex. I blushed knowing Jim could see it. I turned my head away wondering what I had gotten myself into. I felt Scott’s hand on my face, turning it towards him. “You are not to take your eyes off of Jim, do you understand me?” I nodded in agreement and he turned my head back to Jim.

Moving back down my body, Scott began to tease my already sensitive pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head and I had to fight to bring them back to Jim. I focused in on his eyes as Scott continued to make me wetter and wetter. As his fingers explored my cunt I heard “you won’t believe how tight she is Jim- she knows how to use it too.” I watched as Jim’s pants began to get tighter. I wondered if his cock was like Scott’s. Scott continued to work on my pussy, pushing his hands up my legs making them stick up in the air. Jim’s view was a tanned, naked body with legs stretched in the air, wedges still on with a man in between those legs, making her moan. The thought of his view caused me to arch my back and grab my breasts with force. I tweaked my nipples, enjoying the feeling of his tongue manipulating my clit and pussy. I focused in on Jim, the thought of him watching me spurred me on now. I wanted him to know that Scott was pleasing me and I enjoyed it. I wanted him to imagine it was him eating me, I wanted him to desire me. Scott was getting me close and my body began to prepare for another orgasm. I grabbed his hair and drove his tongue hard on my pussy and moaned loudly as the wave came over me. I kept my eyes on Jim (when I could keep them open) as I came. I closed my eyes softly in content as I finished.

As I drifted in and out of a light sleep I saw Jim removing his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. I felt Scott’s hand on my pussy, capturing some of my juices. I looked at Scott and saw him spreading my cum on his erect cock. His head glistened with his hard work. My pussy was tired, but tingled with the thought of him inside of me. He looked up and I quickly reverted my eyes to Jim as I had been told. Jim was now naked with his hand on his cock. It didn’t look as big as Scott’s, but it was by no means small. My pussy wouldn’t say no to a dance with his dick. As I began to dream about Jim’s cock, I felt Scott’s head enter me. I threw my head back with pleasure. He entered me slowly, but persistently. He did not allow my pussy walls keşan escort to compensate by pulling out and going back in. He drove himself in slowly, my mind thinking there was no way there could be more. I heard him grunt and the sound caused me to clamp down on his cock with my pussy. He whispered for me to relax or he’d never fit. I took a deep breath and released allowing for him to penetrate me further. My legs hung off of the table, spread wide as he was standing at the end, sliding himself in. I could have came again, right then. I returned my gaze to Jim who had come closer now.

Scott finally had himself fully inside of me, and slowly pulled himself back out. He repeated the full entry again, this time moving faster. Again, he pulled himself out and then pushed himself back in. I felt his hands on my thighs pulling me closer to him. My breasts began to move back and forth with every thrust, bouncing as he drove into me. I lost any control I had, moaning loudly, telling him to never stop fucking me. Lost in the moment, I didn’t realize Jim had come next to me until I felt his hand on my nipple. He was tweaking it as he moved his other hand up and down his shaft. I looked up at him and grabbed his balls lightly. As Scott fucked me, I gently rubbed on Jim’s sack. Jim smiled and grabbed my breast. After a minute, I opened my mouth wide and guided Jim’s cock into my mouth. I kept it open and used my tongue to tease his dick as the rigorous bouncing I was experiencing could be dangerous if I were to clamp down. Jim didn’t seem to mind as I paid attention to both his cock and balls. The moans I let out created a whole new sensation on his cock.

My body was bucking with pleasure, I knew I was close and Scott picked up on it too. He began pumping me faster, lifting up my ass to drive in deeper. As I started to call out, he used his thumb to put pressure on my clit, causing me to loose all control. Jim’s cock fell out of my mouth as I came loudly. Scott continued to pump himself in me, enjoying my pussy coming on his cock. As my pussy walls closed in on him, I felt his cock begin to bulge and knew he was close. He drove it in deep and hard and I heard him grunting and pull out quickly. I felt the wet heat hit my breasts and neck as he finished.

I felt my hand fall away from Jim’s cock as I was in a state of orgasm. Close to unconscious, a small smile spread across my face. I felt my legs being closed and my hips being moved. I struggled to come to as I was being turned over on my stomach and legs dropping to the ground. I looked to find Jim, but Scott came into my view. I saw his soft cock in front of the table, and felt hands on my hips. I was lightly pushed to the side of the table, my knees being placed on the seats, but farther then shoulder width apart. I put my elbows up on the table and leaned forward, assuming a doggie style type position. My world became less hazy as I came down from my orgasm. It was Jim’s turn.

He reached down and used my own juices on his cock as Scott had done. He aggressively began to rub my pussy and clit from behind me. He used his other hand to smear Scott’s cum all over my breasts, rubbing and cupping them roughly. I began to moan with pleasure, excited by the idea I was going to experience a new cock. Jim knew when I was ready and began to insert himself inside of me from behind. As he did, Scott positioned himself on the other side of the table. I was able to give him proper head as he laid out across the table. My mouth fell right on top of his drained cock that was covered in my own juices. Again, I was tasked with getting him hard in my mouth.

Jim began to drill himself into me, and I felt every inch of him. As he got a rhythm going I began to move my hips to it while I sucked on Scott. Moans escaping my mouth, overcome by the feeling of two cocks at once. Jim slapped my ass hard, making me yell out for him to fuck me harder. It caused him to drive harder and deliver another slap to my red ass. Unable to concentrate, I pulled my mouth away from Scott’s cock and gasped for air as my pussy was drilled. Jim reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled hard. Scott stood up and put himself back in my mouth. I gagged and gargled, and he enjoyed it all. Grabbing at my chest he pumped into my mouth in the same rhythm that Jim pumped into my cunt. I wrapped my arms around Scott’s ass, pulling his cock deep into my throat. Jim gripped my hips tightly, pulling me close to him as he could get me. One hand traveled down between my legs as he pushed deeply into me and tweaked and played with my dripping clit. I knew I couldn’t take anymore and let the feeling overtake me. Screaming, I came hard on his cock. In turn, Scott pumped my face harder with his cock. Jim pulled out and looked at Scott. Scott pulled out of my mouth. Jim got up on the table and laid back. Scott guided me on top of Jim, facing away from Jim. I slid down his cock, dripping. I began to bounce on his cock, quickly at first. I could hear him breathing hard, getting close. I decided to slow him down. I lifted myself up slowly, and drove myself down even more slowly. I repeated this action over and over until he grabbed my hips and started moving me up and down to the rhythm he desired. Knowing I had tried to control his orgasm, he decided to get revenge. He drove my hips back and forth on his cock, instead of up and down. He moved me just enough that I could feel his cock hit my gspot, but not enough to make me cum. He started to drive my hips faster, and when he knew I was building, he started moving my hips up and down.

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Helen stood in the window of her summer cottage looking down at the beach below. Her husband Mike was laying on his side beside the bikini-clad Susan, her close friend stretched out face down on a blanket. Mike was taking his time applying sunscreen to her back and legs.

She sensed Art, Susan’s hubby, move in behind her and place his hands on her waist, pulling her back towards him. He leaned over her shoulder and said, “Are they behaving themselves?”

Helen smiled and said, “Oh yes, much as they would like to not behave, they are only teasing each other. I doubt that they will do more without us.”

Art ran his hands up her sides, “Is there any chance that you and I will take that first step and give them a green light?”

Helen replied, “I don’t know. We don’t want to give in if it threatens our marriages or our friendship. Don’t you agree?”

Art did not respond but muttered, “Look at the buggar, undoing the strings on her top to apply more lotion, what a lame excuse!”

Down on the beach Susan had raised herself up on her elbows and her big tits were dangling freely below. Art laughed, “She is such a damn tease; she has been using those tits for attention all of her life!”

Helen settled back into Art’s arms and closed her eyes as he moved his hands to cover her breasts. She said huskily, “They are lovely aren’t they. I always wished my breasts were larger, but this is all I have.”

Art’s hands closed on her tits, and thumbed her nipples through the cloth of her bikini top. “Helen, you have beautiful tits and I want to make love to them and to you someday.”

The four of them had been friends for years and in fact Helen and Susan had been raised together. Their husbands worked for the same company and had become pals because of their wives relationship. As their respective families had grown up and left home, the four of them had become closer.

They met several times a week, attended social functions, golfed and vacationed together. The women spent hours on the telephone. Their group affection had evolved into erotic interplay and the possibility of trading mates permeated their thought.

Susan was the most outgoing personality in the group, friendly and gregarious while her husband Art was reserved and thoughtful. Helen was a controlling woman, thoughtful and decisive, while her husband Mike was excitable and animated, crashing into new experiences with little thought for consequences.

Art had grown very fond of Helen. He liked her calm and resolute manner as well as her slim appearance, pale blue eyes framed by jet-black hair streaked with gray. It increased his confidence to realize that such a formidable and beautiful woman found him desirable. He pulled her more tightly to him as she turned her head for a soft lingering kiss.

Down at the beach Susan reached over to Mike’s crotch. Mike was partially turned away from the view of the pair in the cottage but they thought it was probable that she was teasing his cock. She raised herself up and one big tit swung free, exposing the large brown aureole.

Art closed his hand more firmly on Helen’s tits and murmured, “Oh that slut of a wife of mine. She is such a tease.”

Helen pushed her butt back against his hardening cock and said, “She has the equipment to do it.” They laughed.

The cottage was protected from the view of other cottages by thick bush, and could only be seen from the lake. In fact it was only accessible by water. A sauna was situated on a rock outcrop at one end of their beach. One could exit and jump directly into the lake still steaming from the heat.

The four of them entered the hut that evening wearing bathing suits and carrying robes. They all enjoyed the relaxation of a sauna and it had become a ritual to take one each visit.

The hut could seat six people comfortably so there was sufficient room for the four of them to move around freely. The two men sat on the higher bench where the heat was concentrated. The ladies settled down on the lower bench.

They sat without speaking, sipping wine and soaking up the heat. There is something surreal about the inside of a hot sauna, all so very quiet and steamy.

Susan suddenly stood up and stripped off her bikini. She looked defiantly up at Art, lifted her tits in his direction and sat back down beside Helen. They laughed at her boldness, as strangely enough despite their closeness, they had never been totally safranbolu escort naked in front of each other.

Mike almost shouted “no” when Helen stood up slowly, turned away from them and untied her bra and bottoms and demurely stepped out of them. Mike lowered his outstretched hand as Helen’s eyes smiled a “mind your business” look in his direction. She settled beside Susan and lifted her wine glass to her lips.

Art moved to the floor and retrieved a small bucket of cold water, threw some on the hot rocks and then poured a little over the ladies heads to cool them. They were both smiling at the tent in his bathing suit and more so when he pushed it to the floor. He deliberately brushed his cock against Susan’s shoulder as he returned to the upper bench.

Mike seemed reluctant to join in the strip. It seemed strange for such a normally bold and demonstrative man. Susan was sitting below him and turned and looked at him with a smile. “C’mon Mike, let’s see it, what are you hiding?”

Mike shrugged and with a grin pulled his suit off and tossed it over the ladies heads. Susan sat frozen looking at his fully erect cock, the knob giving the impression of a pending explosion. She licked her lips involuntarily, eliciting a guffaw from her husband Art.

Helen interrupted the silence, “Methinks it is time for a cold dip.”

They filed out quickly into the cool night air and leaped into the chest high water. Although it was dark they could make each other out in the pale moonlight. Helen moved invitingly close to Art. He pulled her to him; her nipples brushed his chest just below the water level. They kissed and she felt his bare cock against her leg.

Art whispered in her ear, “I can’t believe that I am standing naked with you.”

Susan claimed Mike and used her hand to grab his cock and tuck it between her legs. He lifted her tits and rubbed them on his chest. He whispered, “Your nipples are really hard.”

She put her mouth near his ear and murmured, “So is your cock. Mike, I want you.”

That night the sounds of sex filled the cottage. But Helen had seen to it that it was confined to sex between partners.

She realized that she was like the little Dutch boy holding his finger in the dyke. Up to this point she had justified restraint based on an unspoken concern that her husband would not be able to deal with her being laid by another man. But now that thought was being buried in her mind by the mounting desire she now felt towards Art. Her nipples cramped when she thought of being in bed with him.

She was pretty certain that events would soon take over and that her husband would have to deal with the aftermath of infidelity on both of their parts.

A week later they were all together once more. They went out to a fine restaurant, drank too much wine, danced and laughed and played around. They returned to Mike and Helen’s house for a nightcap. After a few drinks it was decided that Susan and Art should not risk driving home and would stay the night.

Susan and Mike danced to a soft ballad, their bodies grinding together like teenagers on the make. It was all tits and cock accompanied by tongue filled kisses.

Helen pulled Art into the kitchen. She said, “I am going to tell them that I am tired and going to bed. You wait about ten minutes and then come upstairs. We’ll take it from there.”

Art moved his hands up under the back of her skirt and along her bare legs to her ass. “Sweet damn Helen, does this mean I’m getting some pussy tonight?”

She smiled, “That all depends.” She slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Mike and Susan were so focused on each other that they barely acknowledged that the others were going to bed. Mike sat on the couch and lifted a glass of wine to his lips, his eyes fastened on Susan who was doing a provocative version of Flamenco. Her skirt swirled as she twisted and turned. She lifted it higher and higher until he could see her panties up to the waistband.

“Do you like my body Mike? I love having your eyes on me.” She opened her blouse and exposed her tits bursting out of the bra. She reached behind her back and released them. Mike rubbed his aching cock as she continued to sway in front of him.

“I got so excited when you looked at my tits on the beach and in the sauna last week. I imagined you fondling and sucking on them.”

Mike lay back into the corner of şahinbey escort the couch fully aroused, as Susan continued to provoke him. She pulled her panties off and tossed them at Mike’s head. He rubbed them on his face and mouth as she lifted her skirt to show her pussy.

She swayed slowly now, her eyes burning into Mike’s. “Do you like my pussy Mike? It is burning for you. Take your cock out Mike. Let me see it again. It looked so fucking delicious last week.”

Mike opened his fly and pushed his shorts down enough for his cock to release. He sat upright as Susan came closer, moving her legs each side of his knees. She hitched the skirt up around her hips. Mike could see her pussy lips hanging below her trimmed bush. He reached out and ran his fingers back along her seeping wet slit and then up inside her, two knuckles deep.

“Ah my God,” she groaned. “Do you like my cunt Mike? Don’t you want to fuck it Mike?”

“I love your cunt Susan, and I am going to fuck it.”

Helen changed into a robe and met Art as he arrived upstairs. They embraced, pressing their bodies together while their mouths engaged in a full-tongued kiss. Art’s hands roamed smoothly down her back to her ass and back up her sides. She rubbed her mound against his stiff cock.

“Is this it Helen? Are we going to go to bed? They won’t even know that we have left the room; they are so into each other. I am dying to fuck you. I have wanted you for years.”

They kissed passionately before Helen said, “Matters are getting hotter downstairs. I’ll go down first, and you follow a minute later. Act surprised at what I expect you will see.”

Susan had settled down on Mike’s cock, with her knees planted each side of his hips. Mike groaned, “Yes I love your cunt.”

Susan’s big tits were resting on Mike’s shoulders as she slid her cunt up and down on his cock. Mike’s hands were pulling a tugging at her ass. They were completely lost in each other as they fucked.

Suddenly Susan’s body froze. She was looking at Helen standing at the base of the stairs with a shocked look on her face. Then Art appeared behind her and looked just as concerned.

Helen approached the couch from behind Mike. She could only see the back of Mike’s head and his legs stretched out the other side of Susan’s ass. Helen said, “Do you love her cunt as much as you love mine my love?” She kissed the top of Mike’s head.

Then she smiled and leaned in to kiss Susan on the lips and said, “Enjoy yourself my sweet, Art and I are going upstairs to chat. We will see you two in the morning.”

Art was now standing beside Helen, his hand holding her ass as he kissed his wife. And then they were gone.

Mike and Susan had not moved. His softening cock was still buried in her. It started to recover when Susan’s pussy began to pulse and squeeze again.

“Let’s do this right Susan.” They stood up and stripped naked. The recent interruption was totally forgotten and the lust for each other had returned in full fire. She lay back in the corner of the sofa with her feet still on the floor. Mike moved between her legs, lifted her ankles to his hips and pulled her ass to him and jammed his cock back in her.

Upstairs Helen stood beside her bed and dropped the robe to the floor. Art undressed and stood in front of her. Their bodies were barely touching, mouths inches apart, hands at their sides as they allowed their need to intensify. Her nipples brushed his chest as they kissed. Her arms went around his neck and he held her at the waist.

Helen pushed her hips ahead against his, her mound thrust forward seeking his upright shaft. He ran his fingertips down her back bone to her butt, spread his hands to cup her cheeks and pulled her to him.

“A taste of you Helen, my tongue is trembling at the thought.” She sat down on the side of the bed as he kneeled between her legs. He raised them over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. Helen smiled and leaned back on her hands as he pleasured her. His lips and tongue worked incessantly to find her erotic centers. She arched upwards as his lips found her clit and sucked it gently.

“Now me Art, let me do you,” she said as she pulled him out from between her legs and sat on the side of the bed. He stood and eased his purple knob to her lips. He closed his eyes as she licked it. She held the cock in one hand and licked the length of the shaft before salihli escort moving her lips tight around his knob. Her lips slid down until the knob touched the back of her throat. He swayed in front of her enjoying the wonderful sensation as her soft hands caressed his balls.

She lay back on the bed squirming to get to the pillow; her eyes half closed and with no other thought than that of the world they had just entered. The restraint that she had imposed on all four of them had filled her with a deep yearning to be laid by this man, and now she was going to relax and enjoy it all.

Helen and Art preferred extended foreplay, endless kissing, touching and teasing until nerve ends screamed for release.

He lay on his side and leaned in over her. They fixed their eyes on each other as his hands and fingers explored every part of her. He fondled each breast as his mouth moved from her neck to her ears to her eyes and then to the corners of her lips.

She could feel the heat of his hand as he lowered it along her belly and then hovered it over her bush, teasing the ends of her pubic hair until she found herself lifting her hips up to rub her aching pussy against the hot palm. He ran his fingers along the V of her belly and legs.

Her legs spread in surrender as he caressed her from her calf, to beneath the knee and up along her inner thigh. She could feel his hard cock rub her hip and side, moist pre-cum wetting her skin.

She took in her breath as his fingers parted her slit and traced along it, from her butt hole to bush. Her back arched as he slid two fingers easily into her cunt, capturing her clit between them as he slipped them in and out. Helen’s body was vibrating.

He crawled up over her, his cock brushing her knees, thighs and hips as he kissed and stroked her. He nuzzled and kissed the tips of the nipples, licked underneath her breasts, sucked the nipples and rubbed his cock everywhere but on her pussy.

His cock finally slipped up along her inner thighs, the knob probing at her slit. She raised her hips in anticipation of a thrust that did not come. He slipped his tongue fully into her mouth and just as she reacted to that his cock entered her and he stroked her five or six times. She adjusted to that and started to get in his rhythm when he abruptly pulled his cock out and rubbed it up along her bush and belly.

“Ah God, don’t stop like that,” she moaned.

“Why not, don’t you like to play and fuck at the same time?”

He grasped her hands and pinned them up beside her head and worked his cock back into her. He began fucking again, this time taking nine or ten deep thrusts. Helen was beside herself, this was it she thought, and we are going to cum. But once more he pulled his cock right out of her and rubbed it through her bush and along her belly. She could feel the sticky mess that he was making but cared not.

“Art for God’s sake, get it back in me,” she demanded.

He murmured, “I want to taste your pussy again, I love to go down on a half fucked pussy. Let me lick it again Helen.”

“Oh no, no,” she groaned, “Keep your cock in me please.”

He did not comply as he slipped down the bed, lifted her legs and applied his thick tongue to her engorged cunt. He sucked on her clit and then pulled and sucked at her outer lips.

He was in her again, this time with slow grinding strokes, rubbing the shaft on each wall of the pussy. He stopped again, but did not pull out of her. Helen sounded angry, “Don’t pull out again, I need to cum.”

She dug her fingernails into his ass, hooked her heels into the back of his thighs and clamped on him until she finally got off. Her entire body jerked and trembled.

The next morning Helen was in the kitchen brewing coffee when Susan walked in. Helen smiled at her as they embraced. “Good morning Sue, was your night with my hubby all you had hoped?”

Susan seemed quite relaxed perhaps realizing that although she believed that she had instigated last night’s events, the others had been as willing as she had been. “Yes, he was great but insatiable, my pussy is sore. How did mine behave?”

“He was just lovely as I knew he would be. We enjoyed our night together, he is very gentle and, ahem, thorough.”

Susan raised her eyes to the ceiling and said, “He takes forever sometimes.”

They hugged again and Susan whispered, “We are such bitches aren’t we.”

They laughed at that and then “Have you showered?” asked Susan.

“No, maybe we should do that before our men show up. I have always wanted to shower with you and your big tits Sue. There is a nice big shower stall in the play room down stairs,” Helen whispered.

“What the hell,” said Susan, “In for a penny, in for a pound.”

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