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

You Bet! Ch.3 — by Charkas

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

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

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

“Oh no,” Thomas panicked, “too late!”

. . . Michalis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Think he won’t come?” Thomas asked.

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

“Gling — gling!” the doorbell rang.

“We’re open!” announced Thomas cheerily.

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

“Fresh meat!” Michalis replied.

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

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

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

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

“One kilo cocorechi*.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michalis and Thomas leaned sideways to get a sneak peek.

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

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

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

“Shush!” Michalis abruptly said feeling embarrassed.

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

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

“But . . .”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sofi approached. “What is it again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And why is that?” TC asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did that.” TC unwillingly admitted.

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

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

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

“Well, I . . .” Sofi lost her words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quit talking and get into action dickwad.”

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

“You lost!” she giggled aroused.

“No!” TC shouted. “Fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And that is?” Michalis asked.

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

“Can that really happen?” Michalis wondered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your license for what?” Thomas asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

Denny (aka oldjarhead)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Finale, part 1 of 2: Summer’s End

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There it was. Decision time.

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

I cleared my throat and prepared to bite the bullet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before anyone had a chance to reply, she continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time for the fallout.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gorgeous as always.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You arrogant prick,” she hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Babe, I want to talk about something.”

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

“Okay…”

“Come here.”

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

I crossed my arms. “So talk.”

He crooked a finger.

“Closer.”

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

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

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

“I thought you wanted to talk about something.”

“In a minute.”

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

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

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

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

“What’s going on?”

He stared at me, quiet for a minute.

“We have great sex, right?”

“Of course we do.”

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

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

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

“All right…” I said dubiously.

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

“Mmmhmm.”

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

“Okay?”

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

“Blake, just say it.”

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

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

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

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

He’d always been a good convincer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feeling relaxed?”

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

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

“Oh, you’re naughty.”

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

“Two can play that game.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was hot,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“…want to keep going?”

(to be continued)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A little quick on the draw today?”

“Thanks to you. What’s going on?”

“What?”

“Marcie, I know you too well.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack?”

She must have seen the wheels turning inside of me.

“Jack, this is not an insult.”

“No, of course.” Uh, I hope.

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

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack, I’m not a lesbian.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I should have known Nadia was behind this.”

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

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

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

“Marcie, what are you saying?”

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

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

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

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nadia took my hand and headed for the steps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turns out, I’m quite a toe sucker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marcie groaned out, “That was wonderful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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