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(NB. This story contains graphic descriptions of a female bowel movement. If you are in any way put off by this please do not read further.)

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During my 12-month relationship with Elaine, I was lucky enough to have explored many of my ultimate sexual fantasies and I’d like to think it was the same for her.

Lucky for me it was that Elaine was such a sexual woman, first and foremost.

Secondly was that Elaine was very accommodating to the dirty nature of my fantasies.

She was often happy to surrender her body completely to me, meaning that there was nothing taboo.

Given that our relationship was founded by me being caught playing with pairs of her discharge-stained panties, we were always going to have an adventurous and often dirty relationship.

It’s fair to say that I’ve never been with any one person since who fulfilled so many of sexual fantasies as Elaine.

I often miss that even to this day.

Right from the beginning Elaine and I constantly explored each other orally -something that we both loved. First it started with genital exploration and then led to exploring each other’s anuses, first with fingers and ultimately with toys and tongues.

Elaine was also completely comfortable going to the toilet in front of me — initially it was peeing and wiping but before long, she was changing tampons in front of me.

This eventually led to her emptying her bowels in front of me on several occasions — something that I had often fantasised about but had the real experience under Elaine’s watch.

And of course, there was constant access to her dirty underwear and Elaine had plenty of that.

On most days, Elaine would stain her underpants amply, so for someone with as rampant a panty fetish as myself, it was a dream come true.

I would help myself to them as often as I could, raiding her hamper or washer but almost always without Elaine finding out, although she more than likely knew what I was doing.

Her undies were always a great subject of play during sex as her they turned me on so much and I would always go for the stains on the inside.

Elaine would never object and in fact played to my fetish more often than not by leaving her dirty knickers lying about the place after work and also offering me the soiled crotch panel during sex, encouraging me to sniff and lick the gusset straight from her unwashed crotch to take in the full odour and flavour of her pussy discharge and always with her watching.

These are experiences that I will never forget and ones that intensified my panty fetish more than anything.

They are memories and images that I masturbate over to this very day.

My favourite sexual activities with Elaine could be listed as follows (in order of preference):

1.69’ing straight after work with her openings completely unwashed and the dirty crotch panel of her underpants visible and available

2.Watching and helping Elaine complete her important toilet activities — peeing, pooing and changing tampons

3.Finding any pair of her dirty knickers lying about on the floor or in the washer which included licking/sucking the dirty, stained crotch panel

4.Licking her anus, especially when she was on her period

5.Masturbating each other whilst looking at porn

If there was a crowning glory of our 12 months together however, it was the ongoing threesome that developed with Elaine and her hot sister-in-law, Simone.

ELAINE’S HOT SISTER-IN-LAW: SIMONE

Simone was Jewish and had married Elaine’s younger brother who was a pilot.

I had met Simone a few times at family get-togethers and couldn’t help but be turned on by her.

She wasn’t “glamourous” in the traditional sense but rather she possessed an array of natural assets that were literally to die for.

With no disregard to Elaine, I had begun masturbating over Simone immediately after I met her.

Big tits, long dark hair, pale complexion and a demeanour that utterly oozed sexuality, contributed to a package that was impossible to ignore.

But it was the day she squatted down in front of me (possibly intentionally) and I caught an extended view of her floral-patterned white cotton panties as her short summer skirt lifted nicely and revealed directly between her legs.

From that moment I was entirely seduced.

So not only was I having raucous and dirty sex with Elaine but also now masturbating vigorously now over both Elaine AND Simone!

Having seen the outside of her white undies, I then began wondering what the inside was like.

I imagined lots of brown and yellowish staining, just like Elaine. And what did it smell like? Musky? Fishy? Like pee and sweat? I wondered what kind of vagina Simone actually had. Did she have pubic hair around it? If so, how much? And what colour was it? What colour was her anus? Pink? Brown perhaps? What did it look like, smell like, taste like?

I imagined Simone on her period and changing tampons as she sat on the toilet, reaching illegal bahis down in amongst her pubic hair with her stained white cotton panties around her knees and pulling the used tampon out from between her legs and then pushing a fresh one back up inside her.

It was hard not to keep imagining Simone sitting on the toilet and doing her business, squirting out a long, hissing jet stream of pee out of her bladder and then wiping herself through her pubic hair, across her vulva and labia and maybe even as far down as her anus.

I loved imagining her anus going to work, excreting her long, thick and smelly faeces with a nice “slap” as it hit the bowl or a gentle “splash” as it hit the water below. And the smell – what would this have been like?

Just the thought of Simone pooing was incredibly overwhelming by itself. I couldn’t really have imagined what having the real-life odour in my midst might have been like.

ELAINE AND SIMONE: A DIRTY PANTY DUO

To my complete surprise one evening, Elaine came home and presented me with a white cotton g-string.

She urged me to inspect it — which I did — and immediately found it to be quite well soiled on the inside.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“WOW!!” was my only reply. “Is this yours?” already knowing that it wasn’t.

“It’s Simone’s,” she responded. “I was around visiting them earlier and found it lying about in the bathroom. I thought you would like to see them.”

“You thought right baby!!” I gushed.

My heart began to thump wildly as I excitedly peeled back the intimate material and inspected more closely.

The crotch panel was heavy with yellowish-brown staining and if it really was Simone’s then it was more than I could have ever wished for!

Upon even further inspection, I could actually see some definite brown stains around where the anus would have contacted with the material inside the panty.

“Hey look at this Elaine,” I offered. “You can all see her discharge stains in here.”

“Mmmmmmm,” Elaine then took a closer inspection herself. “They look like bum stains to me,” she said pointing to the offending marks.

“Why don’t you have a good sniff and a taste then?” she continued. “I don’t mind if you want to. I might actually go and grab a pair of mine and we can compare notes if you want!!”

At this, Elaine disappeared briefly and then returned a minute or so later with a pair of her own soiled undies, as promised.

Immediately I had a pair of dirty stained panties from both women in each hand.

As I turned the gusset of each outwards, I began to carefully inspect the discharge stains of each woman individually — Elaine’s frilly white bikini briefs with dirty brown stains from the previous days’ wear which smelled of her typically sweaty, musky and more than slightly fishy vaginal opening. On this occasion, to my delight, a single golden brown anal streak was also evident just adjacent to her vaginal stains.

Then there was Simone’s stained g-string — incredibly musky and sweaty and yellowish-brown in colour, similar to Elaine but without the familiar fishy tang that Elaine’s very mature and hairy vagina was so capable of producing.

More importantly I was most interested in sampling the anal odour of each woman.

Both were similar as it turned out, with only a faint faecal odour remnant on each.

What now remained, as far as I was concerned was a very discerning taste test.

I first placed Elaine’s stained crotch panel into my mouth, closing my eyes and sucking gently on the gusset as she lovingly watched. To my surprise, Elaine actually took Simone’s dirty g-string and began sucking on the crotch panel herself!!

“Nice and tangy!!” Elaine declared. “But not nearly as fishy as mine!!”

I was a bit too engrossed in taking in the flavours from Elaine’s discharge to actually acknowledge what she was doing herself, but as I briefly opened my eyes and noticed her with her own eyes closed and sucking on another woman’s soiled crotch panel, I was incredibly turned on.

My urge was to ask Elaine to lie back and spread her legs for me at that point, so I could enjoy looking directly up inside her pink wide open vagina set in amongst all her pubic hair, whilst sucking on the discharge that it had produced.

There could be nothing more sensual right then and there than seeing that hairy, mature vagina spread wide apart in front of me and emitting its pungent, sweaty, fishy aroma whilst the stale, musky fishy flavours of her previous day’s discharge filled my mouth and senses.

SIMONE’S PAST LIFE

Over the next few weeks, Elaine had taken the opportunity of sampling some more of Simone’s used underwear for us both to enjoy.

It was clear that Simone wore a variety of different underwear and her vagina and anus were actively leaving stains inside it on a daily basis — I was completely surprised at the variation in colour and texture and amounts of vaginal discharge and anal skid marks inside Simone’s panties. illegal bahis siteleri

I was thrilled when Elaine brought home a pair one evening that even had one of Simone’s black curly pubic hairs stuck inside the stained crotch panel.

Personally, I had never had more fun sexually as I was able to take advantage of having such a sexual, dirty woman in Elaine as my partner.

I just loved being given access to the dirty vaginal secrets of not just one woman, but TWO at once!!

The next development however was one I may have dreamed about but could never have imagined being realised.

Elaine revealed to me that she had found out from Simone that she had actually done some naked internet modelling about five years earlier to allegedly help pay for her college costs.

On first consideration of course, my immediate response was that Elaine was winding me up completely.

This couldn’t have been so.

Five minutes later though, we were sitting down at the computer and logging onto the website that Elaine had been told about by Simone.

It seemed that Elaine may well have had her doubts about all this as well and my own doubts were not lessened by the fact that the site being quoted was actually quite high profile.

Sure enough though, as we started filing through the models individually, my heart nearly leapt through my chest when a thumbnail of Simone appeared right there in front of us under the moniker of “Natasha”.

As we double-clicked and entered “Natasha’s” profile page, it was undeniably her – albeit 5 years younger and with shorter hair.

“Natasha” appeared before us resplendently in a series of 8 galleries — her main profile photo was a topless pose with her looking sensually down the camera and her large milky breasts exposed, one cupped in her right hand with the nipple being pinched in between her thumb and index finger.

It was my first time seeing Simone’s naked breasts and even if it was on the internet, they were INCREDIBLE!!

My heart was now racing and my penis totally erect inside my pants — I just wanted to see MORE!

Unfortunately, the website did require membership to be able to view the full galleries, so I joined up immediately.

Each of the 8 galleries was now able to he viewed — there seemed to be approximately 150 photos in each which indicated that I was hopefully about to see Simone in some very detailed and graphic imagery.

I opened the first gallery entitled “Natural Natasha”.

The first page showed Simone fully clothed in a white singlet top and denim skirt.

By page 2, she had removed her top and revealed her huge breasts inside a black lacy bra.

By page 3, she had begun opening her legs for the camera to reveal that she was wearing a black cotton g-string underneath the denim skirt.

By the end of page 3, she was removing her skirt which proceeded to a series of shots of her just in her underwear.

Page 4 saw her remove all her underwear to have her posing completely naked, showing both her large milky breasts and what I could now see was her full triangle of black pubic hair.

Page 5 led to Simone opening her legs wide apart and exposing her vagina for the camera and towards the end of the page, the photographer had her spreading her vagina apart with her fingers as the camera moved in for some very graphic close-ups of the inside of her pink vagina.

The vaginal close-ups continued onto page 6 with some VERY intimate internal shots which clearly revealed her pee hole and her clitoris.

Page 6 also revealed Simone’s anus to the camera for the first time and by the time I clicked onto page 7, the camera had zoomed in for some extreme close-up detail of her spread wrinkled brown poo opening.

The camera explored her anus in very close detail and even better was that the images were available in hi-res as well as standard. The hi-res images afforded an extreme view in very precise amounts of detail. This revealed the intimate colours of the wrinkled brown flesh around Simone’s anus and the much pinker flesh inside it. It also revealed a VERY clean anus devoid of any faecal residue. The other thing that was very obvious to me were the little black and brown hairs that seemed to grow so naturally around Simone’s anus and perineum.

I felt extremely excited to learn about this very private part of Simone’s body.

The final page continued with some more graphic shots of Simone pulling her ample vaginal flaps apart with one hand whilst placing the middle finger tip of her other hand up against her anus.

It was characterised at this point by the closed-eye, head-pulled-back look of orgasmic ecstasy on Simone’s face as she feigns climax within herself and urges the same towards the viewer as her vaginal lips spread wide apart for the camera and her finger provides some stimulation against the rim of her anus.

I had been rubbing my loins with increasing intensity as the shoot progressed which had not gone unnoticed from Elaine. Her canlı bahis siteleri hand had replaced mine as the climax ensued and I came freely with the camera looking deeply into Simone’s pink vaginal opening — black pubic hair and thick brown flaps spread asunder to reveal her wide open urethra and shiny pink clitoris poking out and erect from beneath the folded, wrinkled flesh of her clitoral hood.

From this one photo shoot, most parts of Simone’s incredible physique were revealed.

Nothing was left to the imagination in the space of 150 images with every intimate part of Simone’s anatomy being revealed to the viewer.

Her breasts, buttocks, pubic hair and all aspects of her vulva are revealed — labia majora, labia minora, clitoris, clitoral hood, urethra and vaginal opening itself – as well as her anus, perineum and buttock crack.

What I found most impressive about Simone though was not just her female “bits”, but more the shape and colour and size of her intimate objects that was so sexually overt and incredibly stimulating.

Starting with her clothing and underwear which built up the anticipation so perfectly and led to some beautiful shots with her legs spread revealing her black cotton g-string and the subsequent close-ups showing a few sprigs of her black pubic hair jutting out the sides.

Once revealed, her black pubic hair is formed in a near-perfect feminine triangle covering her private female parts when standing.

But in sexual position with legs spread apart, her vulva and vagina are fully exposed — her pussy flaps in particular are clearly thick and protruding, surrounded by the perfect frame of black pubic hair against the pale colouring of her soft skin and the combined browns and bright pinks of what lies in between her legs.

Her anus also looks brown and poo-stained and wrinkled from the outside but once pulled apart in many of the photos, it is VERY pink on the inside. Even in super Hi-res, there were no traces whatsoever of any faeces around her anus but clearly there were some nice little brown and black hairs naturally surrounding the anus and perineum which I easily imagined, DO get soiled with poo when Simone goes to the toilet to empty her bowels.

I personally would have been quite happy to see her openings exposed with natural amounts of discharge in and around her vaginal opening and smeared amongst her pubic hair as well as residue faeces around her anus from her last toilet visit.

By far the most eye-catching of the 8 photo shoots for me were firstly the “watersports” shoot; where Simone gradually disrobes herself in a bathroom to all but a white cotton g-string and proceeds to sit on the toilet with her legs apart and the g-string pulled down to her knees. The photographer even had her position the panties so that the crotch panel is completely turned outwards and exposed to the camera and in focus in the foreground with the softer focus on her black pubic hair triangle and 40DD breasts flopping off her chest up above. Even though the panty gusset appears completely clean, the shoot climaxes as Simone empties her bladder into the toilet with a graphic series of close-ups of the urine, shooting out of her urethra catching multiple droplets in her pubic hair on the way out.

The final page of the shoot has numerous shots of her reaching down between her legs with white toilet paper to wipe before dropping into the toilet and flushing.

Finally, the shoot entitled “Natasha: wide open and hairy” featured her stripping from a short, floral summer dress to be naked, but for a pair of large, white cotton granny panties with pink flowers all over them.

What followed were 9 pages of “Natasha” in extremely erotic and lewd posing with the granny panties in various states of removal and exposure providing incredible imagery of her spread, wide open vaginal opening surrounded by black pubic hair — the bright pinks and browns of her “bits” looking stunning set against the black colouring of her pubes and the pale very tones of her skin.

The set drew to a climax with some very graphic and intimate close-ups of “Natasha” bent over and spreading her beautiful anus for the camera — nothing was left to the imagination with several of the shots featuring her gaping anal opening and extremely clear views of the glistening pink internals of her rectum — all this with the inner crotch panel of her white granny panties upturned and exposed underneath.

The only element missing from this mix was some natural vaginal and/or anal staining on her undies, which unfortunately had not featured in any of Simone’s magnificent pornographic photo-shoots.

Having since having had the opportunity to see the real-life condition of some of her undies, I used this as very powerful fodder for masturbation whilst looking through these incredibly graphic and lewd images of Elaine’s hot sister-in-law, Simone.

A DINNER INVITATION

Having now full access to Simone’s past life via these amazing pornographic images had the effect of souping up my already overcharged and dirty sex life with Elaine.

From here on, we began to discuss the possibility of somehow coercing her brother’s incredibly hot wife of maybe joining us for a real-life threesome at some point.

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“Oh, fuck me, Shane!”

Shane and Ann were in Ann’s bed. Fucking, to be precise. Shane had Ann pinned to the bed, pounding into her roughly. She had her arms around him and moved up to meet his passionate thrusts. Her legs lay limp on either side of Shane’s body as he pumped into her repeatedly at an accelerating rate. Both were covered in sweat and on the verge of hitting an orgasm. Finally, Ann began breathing more heavily than before. She stared up dreamily at the ceiling as the orgasm’s rich and luxuriant waves possessed her. “God, Shane, you’re so good…”

Shane squeezed Ann’s ass viciously as he licked her breasts hungrily. Soon Shane felt a twitch in his balls. “I’m gonna cum soon,” he whispered hoarsely. Ann immediately pulled Shane’s cock out of her and shoved it in her mouth. Shane stood on his knees with Ann underneath him, and he sighed as he felt her hot mouth take him in. Ann’s head bobbed back and forth in quick motions on Shane’s manhood. She sucked on it hard, sliding her lips on it, tightening their grip, swirling her tongue all over its flesh, toying with his balls with her hands. This was more than Shane could take. He let out a sharp cry as semen flooded Ann’s mouth. Shane felt himself explode and his essence pouring down Ann’s throat in tendrils of warmth. When he was done she licked his cock clean and She lay back on the bed alongside Shane.

“That was pretty damn good,” he marveled. “Honey, you use your tongue better than a twenty dollar whore.”

She slapped him angrily. “Don’t you ever compare me to a whore,” she snapped. Shane put his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, babe,” he protested, “it was just a joke.”

“Well don’t fucking joke with me,” she mocked. Ann was forty two years old, and though she was very good looking her age showed greatly in her tired brown eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair was all mussed up and slight wrinkles were visible when she frowned, like she currently was. As she got older, her sense of humor deteriorated further. Shane was three years younger than Ann, but looked considerably more youthful than thirty nine. He always had young girls flirting with him, and though he ignored them, this greatly angered Ann. As it was, she was naturally grumpy. The last thing she (or Shane, for that matter) needed was something to piss her off.

Silence permeated the room for a while until Shane looked at her innocently with his bright green eyes. She looked on at him, unimpressed. “My daughter is coming home tomorrow from college,” she told him.

Shane was startled. “You have a daughter?”

Ann slowly regained a more pleasant look on her face. “Yes, I never told you?”

Shane grinned. “Is she as gorgeous as her mother?”

Ann blushed slightly. “She’s very pretty, Shane, which is why I’d appreciate you not talking to her. At all.”

She looked at him sternly as Shane looked at her with a confused look on his face. “As it is, I already have to deal with those dumb preppy little high school bitches who want you to nail them. I really don’t want that with my daughter.” She looked at him even more seriously. “And if you even touch her..” “Whoa, wait,” Shane interrupted. “Why are you telling me this bullshit? Have I ever been in another woman’s arms in the time we’ve been together?”

Ann looked down. “No,” she mumbled. “Then why are you worried?” Shane asked. She smiled and they hugged.

“Okay,” she said, “let’s get some sleep.”

That morning Shane awoke to noise downstairs. “So, Alicia,” he heard, “what classes are you taking next semester?”

Then it hit him. Alicia must be Ann’s daughter. He lay there in bed briefly wondering what exactly she looked like. Though she could be a bitch, Ann was a rather attractive woman. Blonde hair, brown eyes, not too many signs of aging, and a very nice frame. Alicia had a very cute voice, and it aroused him a tad. He remembered what Ann had told him, but he just had to see what she looked like. It’s not like he was going to fuck her, or anything. So he thought.

Shane clothed himself and slowly headed downstairs, not knowing what to anticipate. He reached the end of the stairs and turned into the living room, where he saw Ann and a very lovely Alicia. Her eyes were green like his own, her pouty lips blood red, her hair a radiant light blonde. She was sitting on the couch across from Ann in a chair wearing a short white skirt and a tight white top. She had her sexy legs crossed when she looked up at him. Ann got up and greeted Shane with a kiss. “Alicia,” Ann told her, “this is my boyfriend Shane.” Shane smiled and gave a weak wave. Technically he wasn’t talking to Alicia, so how could Ann get mad?

The entire time Alicia kept her eyes on Shane, admiring his eyes and short black hair. She found him extremely handsome. She also couldn’t help but notice how the tight shirt he was wearing showed off his well built upper body. Shane was having difficulty ignoring Alicia himself. Ann invited him to sit in the living room begrudgingly güvenilir bahis and he sat in the couch next to the one Alicia was sitting in. Shane didn’t pay any real attention to the conversation, he was just trying desperately to ignore the beautiful thing sitting a couple feet from him.

Soon Ann excused herself to go to the bathroom, and as she disappeared, Alicia pulled a hair tie out of her shirt pocket and dropped it in front of Shane. She got up and picked it up, bending over before Shane’s eyes, displaying her perfectly rounded ass. He had to suppress his yearning, and he watched her tie her hair back as he tried repeating mantra to himself; things like “Ann would kill me” or “Shouldn’t fuck outside my age bracket”. It didn’t work too well, and when Alicia smiled at him, he nodded nervously and smiled back, knowing that if Ann didn’t return shortly, he would jump on this sexy girl and fuck her brains out.

Thankfully, Ann came back just then, eyeing Shane suspiciously with one of those “don’t you dare” looks. He got up off of the seat. “I should really get home,” he shakily announced. “I think I, uh..left the stove on, or something.” He headed to the door. Ann waved and Alicia softly said goodbye. “Nice meeting you,” she told him in that cute voice, looking right into his eyes. He averted his gaze. “Yeah, you too. See you guys.”

As he locked the door, he could very faintly hear them talking.

“That’s a nice catch you got there, mom,” he heard Alicia say. “How old is he, twenty something?” Shane figured that he should get to the car before he start jacking off on the front door. He walked to his car and got in the driver’s seat, sitting there for a while. Eventually, he stuck the key in the ignition, turned it, backed out and drove home. The whole ten minute drive he could think of nothing but Alicia. His mind was plagued with the thought of drilling into her, hearing her scream out in ecstasy, feeling her taut body pressed against his.

Soon he realized that he had gotten very hard thinking about all this. Soon, however, he drove up into his apartment complex parking lot and was heading toward his apartment. There he could think all he wanted about banging that hot little piece of ass and relieve himself. When he got into his apartment, he threw his keys on the table and headed into the bathroom. He dropped onto his knees before the toilet, pulled his almost fully erect shaft out and started stroking madly. The vision in his head was quite clear. While Ann was in the bathroom and Alicia bent over, rather than sitting there like a dumb ass he got up and pulled her panties down and started nailing her from behind.

He imagined himself fondling fer tits and her screaming “Fuck me, Shane” repeatedly. He came in no time, his jism hitting the toilet water harder than it ever had before. He cleaned up and walked out into the living room and collapsed on the couch. He was sexually relieved now, but he was still thinking about Alicia. Shane pulled his pack of Marlboros out of his pocket and lit up a cigarette. He needed some relaxation after that. He tried to get himself thinking about something else, but he really couldn’t. The most annoying things were the ones that you could never have. He wanted so bad to be able to simply write it off as nothing at all, but he just couldn’t. ‘Maybe a shower is what I need,’ he thought. He finished his cigarette and put it out in short, vicious strokes. Shane got up and looked out the window for a while, cursing his situation. Then he began walking towards the bathroom. He was just about ready to disrobe when he heard a knock at the door. Swearing softly, he went to answer it. It was Ann. She smiled. “Hi, Shane,” she said. “Hey,” he smiled.

She came in and sat on the loveseat in the middle of the living room. She was wearing a simple white shirt and blue jeans, the same ones she was wearing this morning. Shane closed the door behind her and saw an unpleasant look on her face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Shane, I came over to apologize,” she told him. “I should have trusted you more…”

Her voice trailed off. He walked over to her and sat next to her. “It’s alright, babe,” he told her and kissed her neck. “I was about to take a shower right now,” he continued, “but it would be a lot more fun if you joined me.”

Ann smiled. “I told Alicia that I had to go run some errands,” she whispered into his ear, “so we can fuck all afternoon.”

Shane picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They ripped off each other’s clothes ferociously as Shane made his way to the bathroom with Ann on top of him. When they got inside the bathroom Ann got off of Shane and sat on the toilet while he turned the water on. When the shower was on, he beckoned her inside. She followed and they stood there kissing in the water for a while. He dropped slowly to his knees and began gingerly kissing Ann’s pussy. She moaned as the water rushed down her body and Shane ate her. She placed her hands on the shower wall to brace türkçe bahis herself as Shane progressed in his licking.

He covered her clit with his tongue and licked it so quickly that it left Ann totally out of breath. Still, all Shane was thinking of was Alicia. In his mind he was tasting Alicia’s pussy, he was fondling Aicia’s tits and ass. He was hearing Alicia moaning in unbridled pleasure. He licked his way up Ann’s body to her mouth and his tongue intruded her mouth hellaciously. He fingered her as they kissed with one hand and fondled her left breast with the other. He was rigid, and he decided that it was time to take care of it. Her hands were still on the shower wall, so he decided to take her from behind. He eased his cock into her wet cunt and began his thrusting. She writhed about in front of him as Shane pulled her hair slightly. He fondled her breasts and almost whispered “Oh Alicia” into her ear.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna cum, baby,” Ann managed out. “But I wanna see your face when I cum.”

‘Fair enough’, he thought. He couldn’t very well tell her that he didn’t want to see her face because he was imagining himself fucking her daughter. Besides, Ann was nowhere near ugly, just not a goddess like Alicia. Shane pulled out and turned Ann around. He pushed Ann against the wall and inserted himself into her juicy cunt. She encased her legs around Shane and squeezed. Shane grunted as he fucked Ann, thinking of Alicia the whole time. He humped her harder and harder into the wall, driving himself as far as he could go inside her. He kissed her hotly and groped her tits fervently as he slammed into her. Desire overcame him as he pictured Alicia’s face before his, moaning “fuck me” and everything that Ann was groaning now.

“Oh, Shane, I’m cumming!”

Shane felt cum and water trickle down his legs and then sperm began to rush up his shaft. He finally burst, having the best orgasm he’d ever had with Ann simply by thinking of Alicia. Suddenly, Ann shoved him off of her. “You asshole!” she yelled. ‘Shit,’ Shane remembered. Ann had a thing about guys cumming inside of her. He forgot about that. Now she was all pissed. She stepped out of the shower and started drying herself. “Ann, wait,” Shane began. “Shut up,” she snapped back at him. “You know I hate it when guys cum in me. And you fucking did it anyway!”

“Babe, I just couldn’t help it this time,” he said softly. Ann held up her hand as she dressed herself hurriedly, her hair still wet. “Ann,” Shane tried to speak, “every time we fuck you get pissed for no real reason.”

Ann’s face got red. “No, you dick!” she yelled. “I get pissed because you do something to piss me off!” With that, she headed out the door. Shane heard it slam and sat in the shower, the water still running. “Goddammit,” he muttered. Once his anger began to subside, he began to think about the sex he just had. ‘Imagine actually fucking Alicia,’ he thought. Then he shook his head. ‘Nah, I’m in enough trouble already.’

He decided to follow Ann back to her house and try to talk to her. He had to do something. He dried himself and started putting his clothes on. He ran a comb through his hair, put a blow dryer on it, and headed out. For the first time of the day, he wasn’t thinking of Alicia. He was trying to save his crumbling relationship. He got in his car and headed down to Ann’s house.

When he arrived there he stood out in front nervously for a while. He lit up another cigarette and sat on the hood of his car. ‘Thank god Alicia’s not here,’ he thought, noting the absence of her car. ‘I hope she’ll listen to me,’ Shane continued in thought as he took a long drag off of the cigarette. “This feels like fucking spinning plates,” he muttered as he put it out and headed to the door. He knocked three times and soon there was an answer. He couldn’t see Ann through the screen, but she just answered the door so he knew she was there. “Can we talk?” he asked. The door opened, but Alicia was standing there instead of Ann. Shane was bewildered. “Where the hell is Ann?”

Alicia looked up at him innocently. “I don’t know, she asked to take my car because she was low on gas or something. She said she had errands to do.”

Shane sighed. “Did you want something to drink?” she asked. Shane thought about it, scanning Alicia’s perfect body and knowing that she was scanning him. “Yeah, I would, thanks.”

She walked off to the kitchen, moving her ass in a mesmerizing motion. At least it hypnotized Shane. “What do you want?” she asked. “Anything with alcohol in it,” he answered. “Alright,” she responded. “You’re having what I’m having, then.”

Shane was taken aback by this. “How old are you?” he asked. He watched her mix Jack Daniels and Coke with startling expertise. Then again, she was in college. “Twenty,” she answered. She came back with two glasses and handed him one. “Thanks,” he said lamely. He sat at the table in the middle of the room with his, and she downed hers somewhat quickly. Then she walked off without saying güvenilir bahis siteleri a word. Curious, he walked after her stealthily and saw her go into the bathroom. Across from the bathroom was a bedroom door. He walked in, since it was open. A closet was right in front of a very comfortable looking bed. It was a nice looking room. Then he heard the bathroom door open. Upon hearing that, he jumped into the closet and shut it.

Alicia walked in and closed the door behind her, locking it. She walked over to the bed and lay on it, her arms at her sides. She was on her back, and Shane could see through the blinds in the closet door. He saw up her skirt and saw her gorgeous lumps of flesh on her chest. Then he noticed her putting her hand down her skirt. Excitement gripped Shane; just seeing such a lovely creature masturbate was almost enough to make him explode. She spread her legs a little as her other hand began fondling her breasts vigorously.

Shane’s cock was throbbing. He pulled it out and without a second’s thought started beating away. As he did this, Alicia started gasping for air, and he could see the wetness consume her panties. “Oh, Shane,” she moaned, and Shane just started cumming right there. His jism was splashing off of the inside of the closet door, but he didn’t care. This gorgeous girl was writhing on a bed a couple feet from him and she wanted him. The only thing that kept him from fucking her right there was Ann. For all he knew Ann would be home in minutes, and it would take more than a couple of minutes to properly fuck this young goddess.

After a few minutes her fingering and moaning subsided and she sat up. She licked her cum off of her fingers while looking at the closet door, to Shane it felt like she was looking right at him. She got up, opened the door, and went back into the bathroom. Shane quickly placed his dick back in his pants and rushed back into the living room. He almost jumped over the table to where he was sitting and downed what was left of his drink. Then Alicia came back out and sat next to him. “So, you wanted to talk to my mom?” she asked, that innocent look in her eyes. Shane nodded. “Yeah, we’ve been having some problems.”

“Is it because my mom’s got no fucking sense of humor?”

Shane laughed. “Kind of, yeah.”

“I swear, I’ll say some sarcastic comment and she’ll get all bent out of shape,” she went on, laughing with Shane. Alicia stopped laughing and started to look at Shane; she looked at him for a long while, and Shane struggled to not return her stare. “You know,” she began, “you need a girl who would appreciate you. Not all guys look as good as you at your age.”

Shane smiled. “Thanks, but I like your mom.”

“I’m not sure about her, though,” she went on. “I was telling her that I thought you were pretty attractive, and she just said ‘eh’. I don’t know if that’s all that positive.”

Shane shook his head. “Probably because she’s been pretty mad at me lately. I don’t know why, but I seem to be able to get her mad without even trying.” Alicia developed a sly stare into Shane’s matching eyes of green and Shane eventually looked back. They shared a gaze looking into each other’s eyes for a good while. ‘If there are a greener pair of eyes,’ Shane thought longingly, ‘then they’re not on this fucking planet.’

“I would appreciate you,” Alicia told him softly. It was then that warning sirens went off in Shane’s head. He got up. “I better go,” he said to Alicia’s disappointment. He put the glass his drink was in in the sink and began heading out. “Thanks for the drink,” he told her. She looked up at him, sad that he was leaving. “No problem.”

“Tell your mom I stopped by okay? I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

Shane walked off to his car. ‘Goddamn guilt,’ he thought.

Not more than ten minutes after Shane left Ann came back. As she walked in, Alicia was sitting at the table. “Shane was just looking for you,” she informed her mother. Ann was stunned. “He was?”

“Yeah, he was.”

Ann walked up the stairs to her room pondering this. Alicia got up from the table and headed to her room, aching for Shane. She wanted him possibly in the most horrible way, and yet he wouldn’t do anything with her so long as he was with Ann. She laid down on her bed, thinking again about what it would be like to fuck him. She pictured herself lying on her bed, her legs outflung, with Shane moving in and out in between her thighs. She decided to just take a nap and temporarily cleanse her mind of thought. It was the middle of the damn day, but you don’t think about too much when you’re asleep. ‘If only sleep transcended time,’ she thought miserably. Meanwhile Ann was upstairs on the phone, trying to get a hold of Shane. Her first call got the answering machine, but the second one a few minutes later got him.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Look, Ann, I’m really sorry. I just-“

“Shh…babe, why don’t you spend the night here tonight?”

Shane was suprised, but happy. “Sure, whatever you want.”

“Okay, what time do you want to come over?”

“How about like eight?”

Ann looked at the clock in her room. It was two in the afternoon. “Whatever suits you, I can wait.”

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Christian, Zach and Penny lay on the blanket for about half an hour, soaking up the sun and talking about their past summer jobs and experiences.

“I don’t know about you guys,” Penny began. “But all of that fucking and cumming has made me pretty hungry. Why don’t we head to the camp to get cleaned up and have some food?”

The guys agreed and the trio started to get ready to leave. They decided to take a quick swim in the lake to wash the cum and saliva and lube off of their various parts. As Penny walked towards the lake both guys felt their cocks twitch as they saw cum oozing out of both of her holes, ultimately leading to a cum trail running down her inner thighs.

Penny noticed that she wasn’t being followed so she looked over her shoulder before entering the water and asked: “Do you like what you see? Do you like seeing your sperm seep out of my fuck holes?”

“Yes,” they both said in unison.

“You definitely wear our cum well,” Zach said with a smile.

Penny smiled back and then dove into the water. The three of them swam for a few minutes and then packed up Penny’s camping gear before heading back to camp. Upon arriving at camp Penny stashed her things in one of the female cabins (“I like you guys but we just met…and a girl needs her space!”). As Penny unpacked, Christian and Zach scrounged up some dinner and the three of them ate a good sized supper. By the time they had finished it was getting to be early evening and Penny announced that she was going to take a shower and then go to bed so she could enjoy not sleeping on the ground.

“Can we keep you company?” Christian asked.

“I was hoping you would,” Penny replied, smiling. “After all, I already know that the boys’ shower is usable.”

Still naked from their earlier exploits, the three of them walked to the communal-style showers and turned three of the shower heads on. Despite having cooled off in the lake earlier, the clean water felt good after spending a lot of time in the sun. With her eyes closed, Penny let out a satisfied purr as both guys watched her beautiful body under the stream of water. After a minute or so, Penny cursed.

“Shit,” she said. “I forgot to pee before we got in here. I really hate to leave this glorious shower…I’ll be right back.”

As she began to walk past Christian, he gently reached for her arm to stop her.

“You can pee in here, Penny,” he said. “We don’t care, right Zach?”

“It’s cool with me,” Zach agreed.

“Okay,” Penny said, smiling. “Some boys – and girls – seem to find it gross for someone to pee in front of them. But if you guys don’t care that’s perfect!”

With that, she went back under her shower, purred again and spread her legs slightly. She then pulled up on the skin above her pubic hair line and a stream of light yellow urine began to intermingle with the water coming out of the shower head.

“Ah, that’s so much better,” Penny said as the stream finished. “Do you two have any soap?”

“We do,” Christian said after a moment. “But there’s an issue with it.”

“Oh?”

“It can only be handled by Zach and me – girls named Penny simply aren’t allowed to touch it.”

“Wow, that’s pretty weird,” Penny said with mock seriousness in her voice.

“Well, it makes perfect sense to me,” Christian retorted. “How about you, Zach – logical?”

“Perfectly,” he said with a smile.

“Well, I guess that would be okay,” Penny began. “I suppose with us being here all alone and there being two of you and one of me I couldn’t really stop you even if I wanted to, right?”

Zach and Christian looked at each other and then looked at Penny, a puzzled expression crossing their features.

“We don’t want you to feel…” Christian began.

“I mean, that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing,” Penny interrupted. “Some girls are into that kind of stuff. You know, being forced to do certain things against their will…”

Christian and Zach looked more confused than ever.

“I’ll give you and example,” Penny explained. “Let’s say there’s this girl named…Wenny. And she gets off on being forced to do certain sexual things by guys or girls that she trusts. And if those guys or girls ever started to do something she really didn’t want to do she would say a safe word like “rabbit”. And she’d like things to be pretty rough. And that game could start now.”

With that Penny turned away from the guys, closed her eyes and put her face under the water, purring softly again.

Christian and Zach looked at each other, looked at their three-quarter mast cocks, and smiled and nodded.

Christian walked up behind Penny and started to soap up her smooth, toned back with his bar of soap. At his touch, Penny let out a startled gasp and leaped illegal bahis forward a step and turned around, covering her big tits and bush with her hands.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Penny asked, a tone of disapproval in her voice. “You shouldn’t be in here while I’m showering.”

“Relax,” Christian replied with a smile. “I just thought you could use some help getting clean. You look like you’re a pretty dirty girl.”

“I’m not a dirty girl,” Penny replied. “I’m a good girl and I don’t let strange boys touch me while I’m showering. I want you to leave me alone right now or I’ll call for help.”

“But we’re here to help,” Zach cut in stepping behind Penny so she was now between the two guys. “Christian’s right – you do look like a dirty girl. We just want to help get you cleaned up. Besides, there’s really nothing you can do to stop us.”

With that Zach grasped both of Penny’s arms from behind, firmly and not too gently. Penny let out a surprised shout but both boys saw her tremble a bit as well, belying the fact that she was getting very turned on. Christian advanced towards her and began soaping up her chest and abdomen and legs. Once they got a good lather he put the soap down and used his hands to massage the soap into her perky tits while playing with her raging hard nipples.

“Stop that,” Penny said, keeping her voice as indignant as possible while moaning in pleasure. “I want you to stop now. I’m a nice girl and I don’t let boys touch me like this.”

“You love it,” Zach said. “You’re look like a nice girl but we know you like having your perky tits played with.”

Zach let go of one of Penny’s arms so he could get in on the groping fun, too; however when he did she pulled away as if to escape. “No you don’t”, Zach said and yanked her back toward him. Penny let out a yelp and Zach reached his left hand in front of her body and gently but firmly grabbed her throat.

“Now listen,” Zach said into her ear. “You’re going to do what we say or things are going to get unpleasant, alright? We just want to play with your body for a little bit. You’re sexy as fuck and you’ve given me and Christian these raging erections by looking like a hot little slut. Now are you going to behave?”

“Yes,” Penny said. “I’ll do what you say.”

“Good,” Zach replied, keeping his hand around her throat for effect. “Now let’s see what you have down here…”

Zach snaked his other hand down Penny’s body until her found the curve of her perfect ass. He grabbed each cheek roughly and then proceeded to run his soapy fingers along her ass crack, eliciting a moan for his efforts. Meanwhile, Christian had moved down as well and was massaging Penny’s clit, slowly bringing her to orgasm.

“I think she likes it,” Christian said. “She’s wet as hell.”

“I don’t like it,” Penny moaned. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I’m just glad you’re not treating me like a dirty slut or hurting me at all.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Zach demanded, spinning Penny around to face him and grabbing her throat again. “Did you just say we’re not treating you like a dirty slut?”

“I’m sorry I said that,” Penny said, looking down. “I don’t think you two are being limp-dicked fucks at all.”

“Limp-dicked?” Zach said angrily, grabbing the sides of Penny’s face and forcing her to look up at him. “I’ll show you a limp dick!”

With that he grabbed a handful of Penny’s hair (roughly, but not too roughly) and pulled her head down to the level of his raging erection, forcing her to bend over at her waist. Taking the base of his shaft in his other hand he slapped Penny across the face with his cock several times, producing loud slapping noises. He then grabbed her hair with both hands and drove his cock home down her throat. Penny made some loud gagging noises and tried to pull away from Zach’s cock but he just grabbed her hair with his other hand as well and proceeded to fuck her throat.

Christian sat back to watch for a minute as his friend face fucked Penny, a trail of saliva running from Penny’s ravaged mouth. He had to give Zach props for stepping up and giving Penny what she wanted. Christian found himself really liking Penny and couldn’t imagine being cruel to her in any way, but he also wanted to help her get off – and if being rough would do that then he was willing to give it his best shot. He stepped up behind Penny’s bent over ass and smacked it hard a few times.

“That’s what you get for lying to us,” Christian said, putting as much venom into his voice as he could. “You told us you weren’t a dirty slut, but here you are gagging on Zach’s cock. You’re probably thirsty for all of his cum.”

Christian could see Penny shiver after each smack of her ass and she tried to shake her head no at his accusations.

“Stop denying it!” Christian yelled. “Zach, give me that slut for a minute.”

Christian took illegal bahis siteleri Penny’s hair and pulled her up to standing. He then grabbed under her arms and told Zach to grab her legs and then lay her down. Penny started to struggle so Christian told Zach to pin her arms and legs. Christian then knelt down with a knee on either side of Penny’s head and lowered his anus onto her face.

“Okay, slut,” Christian began. “Start licking my asshole.”

Penny complied immediately, groaning protests the whole time. Meanwhile Zach began working a pussy juice-covered finger in and out of her ass (which was still a bit loose from their early romping). After a couple of minutes Christian got up and Zach took his place.

“Fuck you have a gorgeous body,” Christian exclaimed. “Zach, I think it’s time that I fucked this bitch.”

At that, Penny began to make louder sounds of protest into Zach’s sphincter and fought even more. The boys could hear Penny say. “no you can’t fuck me! I don’t do those things!” Christian tried to pull Penny’s legs apart but she had them clamped tight. He could pry them apart a bit, but as soon as he tried to get his pelvis closer to hers he would lose his grip and she’d snap them shut again. After trying a few more times, Christian gave up.

“You still don’t want to play by our rules, do you?” Christian asked.

“Please don’t fuck me!” Penny begged. “I want to stay a virgin!”

“She wants to stay a virgin, Zach,” Christian said. “A likely story. Well, I suppose there’s no reason we can’t keep her pussy intact. Flip her over onto her front.”

Zach complied while Christian grabbed a few towels and folded them up. Zach lifted Penny’s hips and Christian put the towels underneath, leaving her ass angled up off the ground a little bit. Penny tried to struggle but Zach held her hair roughly in one hand and he would pull her back to the floor whenever she tried to get up. Meanwhile, Christian knelt behind her with his strong legs keeping hers pinned down, effectively keeping her in position. Christian managed to get a finger inside of her sopping wet cunt (she was still clenching her legs together so her pussy was hard to access) and used her pussy juice to lube up her asshole.

“What are you doing?” Penny cried. “You aren’t supposed to put things in there!”

“You’re going to love it,” Christian said, smiling. “I’m going to stick my hard cock up your ass and then I’m going to cum deep inside of it.”

“That’s not what that hole is for!” Penny exclaimed. “That’s so naughty!”

“That’s the point,” Zach said, still holding her down. “You have such a tight little ass it would be a shame for us to not enjoy it.”

Christian coated his cock with Penny’s pussy juice as best as he could and spat on it for good measure. Then he grabbed Penny’s ass cheeks and started to pull them apart, but Penny cried “no!” and squeezed them together as tight as she could. Christian responded by smacking each cheek really hard and then roughly pulled them apart, digging his fingers into her skin and causing Penny to yelp. Christian’s cock twitched when he saw the perfect, slightly open asshole before him. He spat on it once more and then eased his cock in up to the hilt, elicited a moaned “fuck you” from Penny and a loud groan from his own throat.

“Fuck I love your slutty little hole,” Christian said, picking up the pace of his thrusting. “You’re so fucking sexy acting like a complete whore.”

“I’m not a whore,” Penny exclaimed. “You’re fucking my ass against my will. It hurts and it feels terrible. You’re both very, very bad.”

Christian and Zach smiled at each other and Christian picked up his pace even more. He was still grabbing Penny’s ass hard and started to slam it back into him to meet each thrust, making a loud slapping sound. Within two minutes Christian let out a yell and emptied his load into her bowels. After catching his breath for a few seconds, Christian withdrew his shrinking member (it was the third time he’d cum that day, after all), slapped it against Penny’s rosebud and stood up.

“Her ass is all lubed up and ready to go if you don’t mind sloppy seconds?” Christian asked his friend.

“You think I should plunge my cock into a hole filled with your cum and use it as lube?” Zach asked in return, knowing that describing it that way would drive Penny nuts. “That sounds really hot to me.”

Penny shivered with pleasure ask Zach stood up, clearly very turned on by what he’d said. When Zach let her go Penny tried to get up to run away, but Christian grabbed her and effectively put her in a headlock, squeezing her neck fairly gently but deliberately.

“We’re almost done, gorgeous,” Christian said. “Just do what we tell you and it will be much easier for you.”

“You’ve ruined my ass,” Penny cried. “You’re treating me like a complete whore. You’ve filled me with your dirty cum and now he canlı bahis siteleri wants to do the same thing.”

“You’re just too sexy,” Zach said. “We can’t help ourselves. Look at your beautiful face and your perky tits. They make me want to fuck the shit out of you. Speaking of which…”

Zach took Penny’s legs and lay her on her back on the shower floor, Christian still maintaining the headlock. Zach knelt down in front of her and Penny’s legs clamped shut again.

“The rules are simple,” Zach said. “If your legs are closed, Christian squeezes tighter until you open them up. Christian, if you please?”

With that, Christian began to tighten his grip and Penny grabbed his arm with her hands and tried to pull it away. After a few seconds Christian tightened more and then more until Penny let out a weak gasp. Christian was just about to let her go when Penny suddenly relaxed her legs. Zach smiled victoriously and Christian released his hold 50% of the way, allowing Penny to breathe comfortably again. Zach spread her legs and was rewarded with a delicious sight: Penny’s wet pussy and her partially open asshole which had a small stream of cum leaking from it. Zach plunged his cock into Penny’s pussy for about two dozen hard and deep strokes to get his cock moist. Then, without breaking his rhythm, his next stroke plunged all the way into her ass up to his hilt. Penny let out a loud gasp.

“I hate this,” Penny moaned, profound pleasure obvious in her voice.

“Sure you do,” Christian mocked. “We know how girls like you are. You pretend you don’t like guys using your body but then you’ll go home and finger fuck yourself thinking about what we’re doing to you. You know what? Here’s something else to get you off on later.”

With that, Christian squeezed his cock to get a gob of cum out, scooped it with his finger and put it into Penny’s mouth. In response she made sounds of protest while in reality willingly sucking it clean.

Meanwhile Zach was sweating trying to keep from cumming too quickly. Despite all the earlier cums the feel of Penny’s ass and the weird but definitely arousing situation were driving him ever closer to climax until finally he cried out and pumped his load to co-mingle with his friend’s. After basking for a few moments after his orgasm, Zach removed his half-deflated cock from Penny’s anus, gave her tight ass cheeks a halfhearted slap and leaned back on his elbows on the shower floor.

Christian removed his finger from Penny’s mouth and let her go, unsure of what to do next since him and Zach were clearly done fucking for a while. Penny collapsed to the floor and lay there without moving for a minute, breathing heavily. Then she rolled onto her side and crawled over to a shower wall to lean up against it, her wet hair in her face so the guys couldn’t see her expression. When she moved her hair back they saw her eyes were closed and a big smile was spread across her face.

“You guys did great,” she said softly. “That was exactly what I wanted. The only problem is that you fuckers were pounding on my G-spot as you ravaged my asshole! I really need to cum!”

With that she spread her legs wide and the boys could see a puddle of cum forming from a stream dripping from her pucker. She looked down and gave them a look that said ‘I’m impressed you had that much cum left in you!’, then she proceeded to take some of the cum and start rubbing her clit furiously while pulling her pussy lips up and back. Within thirty seconds she began to yell and squirt 3 long streams of girl cum onto the shower floor. Her body shook for a minute and then she slumped to the floor.

“That was so good but I am so tired,” she whined, a pouting smile on her face.

Christian and Zach exchanged looks, then proceeded to get up and quickly wash themselves off. They then picked Penny up and took turns holding her while the other washed her off, including the cum that was pooled on her legs. Once she was cleaned they toweled her off and put her sleeping clothes on (grey yoga pants with a tight pink T-shirt featuring a Power Puff Girl). Then Christian picked her up in his arms and carried her to her cabin, Zach helping him with doors and lights. Once in Penny’s cabin Christian laid her in bed and tucked her in while Zach went to the boys’ sleeping quarters.

“I’m glad I met you,” Penny said sleepily, looking up at Christian with her big, beautiful eyes and perfect face. “You really know how to treat a girl well.”

“We’re glad we met you, too,” Christian replied. “You’re a really awesome person.”

“Thanks,” Penny smiled. “But I specifically meant that I’m glad I met you, you dork. Can’t you tell when a girl is getting sweet on you?”

“It doesn’t happen often so it’s hard for me to tell,” Christian answered, getting a laugh from Penny. “But hearing you say that makes me really happy.”

With that, Christian leaned forward and gave Penny a long, deep kiss, their tongues lightly touching each other.

“Keep kissing me like that and we might be on to something,” Penny said. “Now let me get some sleep – I have a feeling I’m going to need my energy tomorrow.”

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Above her, Troy began grunting and tensing, and with a long moan he shot his load into her. She thrust her hips against him, trying to garner as much pleasure as she could from his throbbing member.

All too soon, Sheila felt Troy’s penis soften. It was over. Troy rolled onto his side with a contented groan and dozed off, leaving Sheila lying on the bed with a swollen, unfilled sensation joining the cum in her cunt.

Rolling off the bed, Sheila tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door. She sank onto the closed toilet seat and leaned back, eyes closed. Her finger searched out her clitoris and began stroking and rolling it.

Her stomach muscles tightened as the sensations began building. Thrusting her three middle fingers deep inside, she continued rubbing her clit with her other hand, savoring the feeling of cum and her own juices seeping onto the toilet seat.

She continued playing with herself for several minutes until she was completely aroused. But she wanted more. She fantasized of enormous, rock-hard penises tearing into her, making her scream with sweet agony. She loved it hard and deep, and three fingers weren’t good enough.

Getting to her feet, she frantically canlı bahis şirketleri rummaged through the cupboard under the sink, looking for something—anything—to satisfy her ache. Something round and long and thick, thick enough to stretch her wide open…

Her hand closed around a hairspray bottle and she held it up, her heart pounding in her throat. It was at least twelve inches tall and eight inches around. It looked enormous.

Sheila’s palms were sweating lightly and she was trembling as she positioned the bottle between her legs. She tried to press it into her pussy and felt the pressure all around the hole. It was enormous. She took a deep breath. This would be incredible.

Pulling a towel from the rack, she spread it on the bathroom floor. Then she took a folding mirror from the countertop and positioned it so she could watch her progress.

Sinking onto the towel, Sheila spread her legs and repositioned the bottle against her pussy. Pressing hard with one hand, she used the fingers of her other to spread and open herself, wriggling and forcing the bottle toward her until it started to enter her. She felt the skin around the bottle stretch taut.

Swallowing hard, she began to force the bottle further inside her by pulling the bottle out slowly, then plunging it deeper, repeating until she felt her pussy spread canlı kaçak iddaa all the way up inside. Only an inch or so of the bottle protruded when she felt the end inside her press against her cervix.

The image she saw in the mirror aroused her more than she thought possible. Her pussy looked red and swollen, stretched nearly beyond the limit around the large bottle. Her clitoris was engorged, forcing apart her pussy’s wet lips as it throbbed, begging to be touched.

Sheila stroked her clit softly, flinching as blots of lightning surged through her at each touch. She nearly came but stopped herself. No, she had to have it hard and deep.

Getting to her knees with difficulty, she pressed the bottle against the floor and rocked back on her heels, forcing it to press hard into her. The sensation was so powerful she let out a small cry, unbidden.

Bouncing slightly on her knees, she pumped against the bottle, each bounce sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. She was beyond caring if Troy heard her in the next room, completely focused on fucking herself with the bottle. Little grunting cries escaped her lips in time with the rhythmic pounding of the bottle against the floor. Her juices were hot and slow as they leaked around the bottle and ran down her thighs to soak the towel.

Spreading her labia, her eyes glazed, Sheila canlı kaçak bahis watched the bottle fuck her, watched her fingers rubbing violently at her clit. She held off cumming as long as she could, reveling in the powerful sensations that coursed through her, making her body twitch and jerk.

Finally, the orgasm burst through her and she jerked forward, all her muscles tense and convulsing. Her pussy tightened spasmodically around the bottle, trying to force it out, but her weight against the bottle on the floor kept it tight against her cervix. The pressure made her orgasm almost unbearably intense. It lasted so long that when it finally faded, Sheila collapsed on her side, gasping for breath.

She lay there several moments, thrilling at the post-cum throbbing in her abdomen. Watching herself in the mirror, Sheila grasped the bottle and pulled it from her pussy, salivating as she watched it appear, inch by inch, coated with thick creamy cum. It came out with a pop, freeing the way for more cum to spill down her pussy onto the towel.

The end of the bottle was covered with globs of cum, tinged slightly pink. A little worried, Sheila fingered herself and winced at the soreness. Pushing another finger, than a third, deep inside, she squirmed and moaned at the incredible stretched, raw feeling.

A pounding on the door made her jump.

“Sheila, are you in there?” Troy’s voice broke into her exploration. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Sheila yelled back, savoring her sore pussy as she stood shakily.

“Oh yeah,” she said softly, “Everything’s great.”

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Cheating in the Bible Belt

An act of fiction, all characters are over the age of 18.

Each Friday, I intend to publish a short story for my followers, with Literotica’s approval of course. Enjoy.

Married at 19 to my wife, Catherine, or Cat for short, we had lived in a mobile home for a little over a year. Then during the first housing crisis the Dallas housing market turned upside down. Houses were cheap but interest rates were a sky high. The defense industry was in the dumps and houses could be picked up for back payments and assumption of loans. Mobile homes were going for top dollar, which was a reversal of normal market oddity. Getting a great sale price on the mobile home afforded the down payment of a great deal on a 2,900 square foot house in the mid cities for making up back payments and assuming the mortgage.

It was a lot of house for two DINKS, double income, no kids, 20-year-old newlyweds. All of our possessions fit living room and kitchen of the house. Forget that it had a huge game room with fireplace, formal living, informal living, laundry room, 3 bedrooms, two baths and a four-car garage on 1 acre in the center of the Dallas-Fort Worth metro area. As any normal couple would do, we charged credit cards to the max, buying appliances, a pool table, furniture, pictures for the walls, king bed, riding mower and all things necessary and unnecessary soon finding us $40,000 in credit card debt. Lol, to be young, dumb and full of cum, right?

One hobby, radio control planes, which I had spent far too much on, finally yielded a payoff. I had built this monster P51 world war two fighter with an 8-foot wingspan and a friend offered to buy it for $1500 just before it was finished. With the sale of my other trainers, and miscellaneous other R/C crap I found myself with about $3200 dollars.

Rather than apply it to outstanding loans, I did what anyone with good common sense would do, I rolled the whole amount and purchased half interest in a Cessna 150, a 2 seat “real” airplane, from a flight school without having a license to fly! A friend and I paid the $5,900 and began our flight training. The deal was they would include an instructor for the 40 hours of flying time to get each of our licenses. Score!

Looking back, this is where my wife and I’s interests began to diverge. Heights scared the hell out of her, and her interests found solace in horses. A quarter horse purchased at a local stable satisfied her insatiable need keeping up with the Jones, for although added the financial pressure of feed, vet bills, stable boarding, shoeing, tack and accessories added to that of my aviation fuel, tires, maintenance, and inspections to an already strapped budget. Fuck we were in deep, and I was a s guilty as any asshole out there.

But wait, this story is about getting some strange on the side, and I am getting off track…

So, our schedules had diverged. we both worked corporate jobs, bringing in pretty good coin, but after work especially on nicer days, which we have a lot of in Dallas, I would head to the airfield, she would spend it at the stables. This gave us both opportunities. (don’t judge yet, this is the beginning of many stories)

The house next door had sold in a foreclosure as many did in that time. A guy that looks like Bob Ross, “The Joy of Painting” guy painting landscapes on PBS for so many years moved in next door. Spitting image, white guy, afro hairdo, tall, lean, soft spoken, beard but he was not Bob Ross, otherwise this story might have been better illustrated.

He was like almost all others in the neighborhood, married. His wife, Lyn, was Vietnamese and had a small daughter maybe 7-8 years old. Bob, who I do not remember his real name, was an off shore oil worker. He would come into town for about a week or 10 days and then be gone for almost a month on a rinse and repeat schedule.

Lyn spoke with a heavy accent, and did not appear to have a job, nor did she socialize with me or my wife Cat, keeping to herself and driving her little girl to and from school, shopping, and as far as I could tell was basically retired at 30. She was one hot piece of ass, and I could see why Bob would come back every month.

It was one day, when I pulled up from work, when she had the garage door open that she came to me and asked in somewhat broken English if I could help her. Thinking nothing of it I walked to their garage and she asked if I could move some weights from a weight bench into the garage. I guess it was Bob’s weights, and they were set up in the informal living room. Of varying sizes, I carried each and placed a couple stacks into the garage. There were quite a few and it took maybe 20 minutes to finish the task.

To be honest, I would have done a favor like this for any neighbor, but I have always had a predilection for sweet, tight, petite women of any nationality and she was no exception.

In our 20 minutes, canlı bahis şirketleri it became obvious that she was somewhat attracted to me, she was making an effort to compliment me about my strength, although I was only generally carrying out one weight at a time, she wrapped her hands around my biceps at one point. Her English was quite broken, and I could see where employment might be difficult for her.

Her daughter, only 8 or so spoke better English and translated to some degree. After finishing the task at hand, I told her daughter that I usually arrive at home around 4:30 or so and if her mom needs any more help to raise the flag on her mailbox shortly before I got home. I thought this was a very discreet way of letting her know how to contact me without tipping off my wife.

Her daughter translated, and she smiled and said thank you. I left not knowing if she understood my offer or if I would ever see the flag raised.

It was Thursday of the same week; I looked every day when I pulled into the Cul-de-sac when I broke into a smile. The flag was up!

It would be at least an hour and a half before Cat got home. I pulled my truck into the drive stepped out and walked next door, with a short detour to the mailbox to lower the flag. Taking a quick look around, no neighbors were out so I walked to Lyn’s door and pressed the bell.

Lyn opened the door smiling, I can remember the look on her face to this day. A girl at Christmas morning looking at her present unopened.

“Hi Lyn, do you want me to come in?” I pointed in the house, making sure she understood, but also applying the double meaning which I am sure she did not understand.

She was dressed in what I would describe as a nice form fitting little black cocktail dress outfit with high heels. Totally inappropriate for lounging around the house on a Thursday afternoon, unless your intent is a photo shoot of what a five-foot-tall Vietnamese hard body model/prostitute look is what you are going for. One look at that dress, and I had a pretty good idea that things might be going well for me today.

Communication, is always the key. She had done her part coming to the door in that dress. Well, I guess she could have come to the door in some lingerie and that would have removed all doubt. lol

“Hi Eban” she said her voice not quite getting out the v in Evan. nevertheless her eyes were beaming, and she gazed directly into mine as she let me in the door.

“I make you some cookies for help me” she said. I thought, Betty Crocker in a “fuck me” black tight evening dress, right.

She pointed at the couch, on the coffee table was a tray of cookies. Harmless enough.

I sat, still in work attire, Khaki’s and a polo.

She sat beside me, and fed me a cookie. ” Thank you for your help – house is all clean now!”

It did look much better than when I was moving the weights out.

I began wondering where her daughter was and what were the chances of fucking her before my wife returned home from work.

“Where is Anh? ” I asked

“She at friends.” She said dismissively waving her hand.

I had had two cookies and had decided they were probably store bought, although it would not stop me from tasting her cookies further.

“Do you have something to drink?” the second cookie leaving me a bit parched.

“Yes- come here.” she motioned as she led with the high heels clicking on the tile as she headed toward the kitchen.

I watched her tight little body in that black dress and long black hair swaying as she moved away from me and my cock stirred as I thought of the possibilities.

When I arrived in the kitchen, she had poured two shots of Vodka Hanoi, I am not much of a cookies and vodka kind of guy I followed the adage, if she wants vodka and cookies so do you rule…. lmao

Not sure how to spell it but she said “Yooooo” which I took to mean “Cheers” and then threw back what I consider a vile vodka that almost had a licorice aftertaste.

She poured another, and following the cookies and vodka rule said “Yooooo!” imitating her and threw back another. I thought though that showing up home and drunk would not be the best plan, I decided to push a bit and see how far I could get. I took my right hand and cupped her ear weaving my fingers into her long straight black hair. I leaned in and down for she was a full 12″ shorter than me and kissed her.

Her lips, small but soft took the embrace. Her eyes closed in surrender. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and pulled her head closer, moving my left hand to her hip, her waist was tiny, and she had a nice change of shape between her waist and her hip, which made my cock stir immediately.

I was married, she was married. Forbidden fruit. We both have something to lose if our partners find out.

She has a tight, delicate mouth, her lips encircled my tongue, and I start stroking my tongue in and out of her. Her lips sucked my hard tongue simulating a tight pussy and I made my tongue rigid and begin canlı kaçak iddaa working her, plunging my tongue harder and deeper into and out of her mouth. her lips firmly surrounding my intruding flesh. I push in and hold my tongue in her and stiffen and relax simulating a cock spasming into her mouth… She opened her eyes in a moment of shock and stared into my eyes, a willing accomplice in our act of infidelity at minimum, possibly the architect of the impending sin to follow.

She holds very still until I withdraw allowing my tongue to soften in her mouth, slowly withdrawing like a softening cock. She is very delicate, she did not resist my advances, nor did she obviously initiate them, a decision had to be reached at that moment.

I turn her, and push her waist into the kitchen counter. My cock nearly erect, still in my pants, I push myself into her and pin her against the counter. My right hand on her throat, not forcefully, just letting her know who is in command. My left hand squeezes her left buttocks momentarily and then slides up her tiny waist and over her left breast. Small but firm, erect nipple.

I am so horny, and she has put up no resistance whatsoever, her neck yielding to my hand.

How do you ask a polite, married, hot Vietnamese neighbor who speaks almost no English if she wants to fuck? In my years, bold actions outweigh timid ones, so I began unbuckling my belt and fighting with my Khaki’s which have so many steps to disrobe I have often thought of them as chastity belts for men.

In her first act of reluctance, she said, “No, we are married, we not do.” she says looking over her shoulder, her back to me but her neck craned to look into my eyes, my pelvis somewhat pinning her ass to the kitchen counter.

I doubted this act of reluctance, so I pushed on.

“Take your dress off, I do not want to ruin it with cum stains.” I moved her hair aside brushing her long hair in front of her, allowing access to the rear zipper of her dress, unzipping her dress.

“Wait, wait. I get in much trouble if Bob finds out. “she says.

“I will not tell Bob, are you on the pill? I diverted.

She nodded yes.

“Then you can’t get pregnant and Bob will never know, plus you must get lonely by yourself.” I reasoned.

I turned her around, kissed her again and lowered my left hand below her skirt and raised it high enough to move my hand to her snatch. She was soaking wet. There was no doubt that she felt the heat and excitement of the moment, regardless of verbal reservations. I eased the dress off of her shoulders with my right hand and in two motions later it had fallen to her crotch only keeping it from falling to her ankles by my hand rubbing her womanhood. The only objection that could be noted was a quivering of her thighs. Simply removing my hand momentarily let gravity disrobe her, and I slid my hand down the front of her panties reaching the inevitable goal. Slick, wet, inviting, tender nubbin and folded lips, she quivered and sucked on my lower lip as I explored her.

I stood in my boxers, khaki’s around my ankles, she was braless only her black panties remaining, my hand intruding. .

“Fuck here or in bed?” I asked.

Her guilty eyes dropped again.

“Bedroom.” she almost whispered as in defeat.

I reached to the floor and pulled off one of her shoes then the other as she stepped out of the dress.

I followed suit leaving my pants and shoes in the kitchen and then picked up this tiny woman and walked her toward the bedrooms. Like carrying a bride, she perked right up all smiles pointing the way. Maybe she had not been carried over the threshold before.

I lay her on Bob’s marital bed and then stripped the comforter back, she wiggled a bit to allow us to expose the sheets. Gorgeous. Petite, tiny, long flowing straight black hair, in Bob’s bed with his wedding ring and engagement ring on, a big rock on her tiny fingers, and in a minute or so I was going to be plowing her for the first of many times over the coming months.

I dropped my boxers, precum leaking and hanging from my cock like a dog drooling over a steak on the grill, I wanted her to suck me, fuck me, flip her over and then do her tight tiny ass, but time was ticking and Cat would be home soon. It would be hard to explain where I was not at home and my truck was in the drive.

I pulled her toward me as I stood by the hedge of the bed, I raised her legs onto my shoulders and lifted her ass enough to slip off her panties. Exposed now, she had a small landing strip, neatly trimmed and spotlessly shaved otherwise. Awesome.

I was ready and decided to forgo any foreplay and standing beside the bed with her legs raised I simply guided my cock to her already wet and waiting body. Sex is the universal language and despite our differences, she understood and reached for my approaching cock and guided into her loveliness. She was exquisitely warm, wet and velvety soft. I pushed in almost to my full depth before she tried to move away. About canlı kaçak bahis an inch more and I would be fully buried into her. I started long stroking her right away, and she reacted with a huge smile and a crumpled brow that indicated to me that she was pleased if not slightly uncomfortable as I reached near full depth.

I climbed on the bed, missionary style but then raised myself on all four-doggy style over her.

I told her “Grab your hands around my neck” she complied.

I lowered my cock into her fully, my pelvis against hers. “now lock your feet together around me.”

She raised her legs, and halfway hooked them on my back but did not lock her ankles together.

I tried to raise her from the mattress, and her legs slipped off and then her hands. She looked confused.

“Lock your legs together like this.” I sat up moving her legs into place and locking her ankles, still embedded in her.

I then motioned with my hands, and resumed the missionary position.

Now she firmly locked he legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

I lifted up on all four-doggy style, raising her, I impaled little tight body as she suspended herself, my cock intruding into her tight wet pussy.

She hung below me, the only points of contact were my cock inside her, her wrists holding wrapped around my neck, her ankles and calves hanging against my back. I began a rocking forward and back motion and she swung impaling and retreating on my cock, hanging free, only the motion keeping contact of my cock into her wet hole.

This is one of my personal favorite sexual positions and while I definitely did not invent it, I have watched many a porn video and have never seen it, thus in an effort to name it I called it “swinging sweet meat”.

A strong, light woman can hang on for quite some time, especially if you lower her so she can get a new purchase on her grip when you begin to feel her slipping. This level of physical effort brings to her quickened deep breathing, looking into her eyes as you swing her is the right amount of eye candy to excite her (and you), and when she finally cums, dropping off exhausted and sated, you are in a great position to choose how to finish your cock rider, by cumming in her, on her, climb up for a short titty fuck and depositing a pearl necklace or painting her face with a great facial or my favorite stuffing her waiting mouth with a pussy juice covered cock while she is pinned to the mattress. All good options.

Lyn had never been manhandled in this way before and was light and strong, as her desire built she began swinging enthusiastically and soon the slap-slap rhythm of pounding flesh rang loud in the room, she was looking into my eyes and muttering something in Vietnamese I did not understand. Her face was scrunched, her breathing now broken, she pulled with her legs tightening and deepening the impaling of herself fully on me as she came. Pushing and rocking her tight snatch hard against the base of my root.

It had to take a lot of strength for her to raise herself and fully impale herself on my cock as she came, I have never had a woman do this before or ever again. Cock hungry, she wanted me as deep as possible as she came hard and was willing to work for it. She looked into my eyes quivered and collapsed falling to the bed in a free fall, leaving my cock wet and unattended.

I was enjoying this new tight married pussy. I was unsated and knew I was going to cum big. Another favorite thing I enjoy when fucking another guys wife is to make sure I cum on her wedding ring so when she looks at it she remembers me, even if it is a one-off experience. This is a personal favorite especially if she is sucking cock and does not swallow letting it flow back all over her hands, covering her ring. Awesome.

All this would be to hard to explain to Lyn in the moments that followed, so I simply reached for her hand and slipped off her wedding band and engagement ring, Nice big diamond. Even after the fucking she was reluctant as to what I was doing. I just said “It’s OK, put them in your mouth” she hesitated but did, not completely understanding but complied. I pulled pillows to her head so she could place her head on them and tilting her head forward somewhat. I straddled her torso and presented my cock to her, pulling it quickly masturbating 10, 20, 30 strokes. She then understood and opened her mouth, rings on her tongue waiting, looking into my eyes.

The first rope of cum hit her on the tip of the nose, hanging across her upper lip and down to the rings on her tongue. Second rope, perfect. Huge shot across the bow of the rings covering her tongue. Thick, sticky white cum covered the rings. I held my aim and discharged several more shots on target covering the rings and her tongue until I was spent. Fucking incredible. I would never forget the mental picture of that moment.

As I straddled her torso, I sat back and supporting my weight on my calves and heels so not to crush her.

She pulled the rings back into her mouth, moved them around a bit and swallowed leaving the rings in her mouth. She pulled the now cleaned rings from her lips, and in a surprise move rest them on the top of my now less than rigid cock in some kind of symbolic present. Good Girl.

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As I grow older, I discover in myself a passion for a lot of things. My name is Roger and I am an adventurer of sorts. Five feet ten inches tall, lean and in good shape. A good-looking black man in his early forties. I was once in the U.S. Marines and after that, I was a police officer with the Los Angeles Police Department. I loved my job but hey, eventually all good things come to an end. I had to retire. I needed to do something new with my life. Police work had grown boring for me.

I picked up a girl Theresa at this bar one night. Theresa was a chubby, pretty-faced Hispanic girl who didn’t look a day over nineteen. Her figure was large and lovely and her booty was big, round and simply hot. This Mexican gal worked as a security guard to help pay for college. I was flirting with her and dancing all night. We ended up going home together. It was a lot of fun. This girl was simply wild. We had barely gotten to my place that she practically ripped my clothes off. Theresa kissed me, then went straight for the dick. She sucked my cock and balls. I looked at her and stroked her short hair as she sucked me off. I closed my eyes and enjoyed what she was doing to me. I don’t know where this girl learned to suck dick but she was pretty damn good.

When I came, Theresa drank my seed. Next, I returned the favor by eating her thoroughly shaved pussy. Yeah, I like lapping up young broads. I fingered her and licked her to ecstasy. Afterwards, we did our thing. Theresa climbed on top of me and began riding my dick. I was holding onto her hips and thrusting into her like there was no tomorrow. I loved the feel of her tight pussy. We fucked and sucked the night away. I put her in a cab the next morning. Her dorm was pretty far away.

Yeah, it was a lot of fun being retired. Next woman I hooked up with was Hilda, a tall, large woman with blonde hair güvenilir bahis and green eyes. This large dame with friendly eyes came from Germany. Back in her country, Hilda was in the army. We talked about the service. Soldiers are soldiers no matter where they are. Hilda told me stories of her sleeping with young male soldiers in the army. Hell, she confessed to me that she slept with a few of the women too. We laughed about that one. Hilda was bisexual. I didn’t care. All I wanted was to get her into bed, and I did.

I took Hilda home and man, she gave me a treat! Hilda sucked my cock and balls like no one has before. At least, not by a woman. Once, while at the academy, I was sexually frustrated since there weren’t a lot of females around. A gay recruit helped me deal with my frustrations. His name was James and he was the best cocksucker ever. I let him suck my dick and later rewarded him by shoving my cock up his ass for a few nights. He was the best cocksucker ever. Hilda was almost as good, which means a lot.

Hilda sucked my dick and when I came,. this Germany beauty drank my cum. Next, we fucked. Hilda got on all fours and spread her butt cheeks, which were fairly large but lovely. I was surprised. Most females just don’t volunteer for anal sex the first time you hook up with them. Well, this girl did. I pressed my cock against Hilda’s back door and slid it into her asshole. Man, the feeling of a woman’s tight ass around my dick felt so good, I almost shot off right away. Hilda pressed her big butt against me and I began thrusting into her, shoving my dick deep into her asshole.

I was humping Hilda’s butt like there was no tomorrow. The big girl began cursing in German. I had a pretty good idea what she was saying. People of all cultures cuss while fucking. I continued to drill my cock into her asshole for the better part of türkçe bahis a half hour, until I couldn’t take it anymore, then I came. I filled her asshole with my cum. Hilda screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Later, we lay there, gasping and sweating. Hilda kissed me, and we went to sleep.

The sex with Hilda was so great that I began to make it a regular event. Still, I wanted something she didn’t have. One night, I went to a gay bar and picked up a dude. A tall, lean and muscular Latin stud named Emilio. He was simply hot. Emilio was bisexual, something that was taboo in the macho Latin culture so he kept it a secret from his wife and family. His secret was safe with me. The black community didn’t like gays either.

Emilio and I took a shower together, then we got busy. He bent down and sucked my dick. I felt his warm lips suck my cock and balls. He was so good at it, better than Hilda and James had been. I stroked his hair as he sucked me off. Later, I returned the favor by sucking his long and thick, uncircumcised Latin cock. Emilio made a confession to me as I sucked his dick. He told me that he’d always been a bottom with men and that he wondered what it would feel like to fuck a man in the ass. I stopped sucking his dick for a moment and asked him if he had ever fucked his woman in the ass. He nodded. I told him that man booty felt just as good, if not better. He ended up trying mine. Emilio bent me over and shoved his cock into my ass. I had never been fucked in the ass before. This was a first for me. I felt his hard cock ramming into me and although it hurt, I was starting to like it. He pounded into me, hard and quick. I screamed loudly, in both pain and pleasure as his giant prick ravaged my hole. Finally, he came, sending his hot cum deep inside me. He held me, since I was near collapsing. Later, we laughed and exited the shower.

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We ended up having more fun that night than all the other nights combined. Hilda greased up my asshole before shoving the dildo inside me. I stroked myself as the big girl shoved the dildo up my ass. I must say the sight of her, big and sexy, was hot to me. Hilda whispered some sweet words in German to me as she fucked my ass with her dildo. The action was so hot that I soon came. Hilda pulled out of me. I kissed her. I wanted very much to return the favor. Hilda complied by getting on all fours and spreading her butt cheeks wide open. I slid my dick into her asshole, and pushed until I was buried up to my balls. Hilda screamed. Roaring, I fucked her big sexy ass like there was no tomorrow. We both came many times that night.

Man, these days I was having so much fun that I couldn’t believe it. Let me tell you about one of those weeks of mine. On Friday, I went to Theresa’s dorm. We kissed, and then she rode my dick like a Texan cowgirl on a wild horse. I loved her sweet Latin pussy. On Saturday, I visited Emilio at work. He sucked my dick in the men’s bathroom and I repaid him for the fucking he gave me the other day by burying my dick up his fantastic Latin ass. He loved it. Sunday I spent with Hilda. The German girl was so damn kinky and hot. I fucked her ass so much that I’m pretty sure her anus is permanently dilated. She did the same thing to mine with her thick black dildo. We made each other scream loud enough to wake the dead. It was a lot of fun. You know what? I think I’m going to enjoy being retired!

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At last I was opening the inner box. Four days before, on my birthday, I’d unwrapped a present from an old friend, but inside it had been another box in different wrapping, and a note.

Sweetheart,

I wanted you to have something to open on the day, but to enjoy this present properly, you’ll need

privacy for an evening, a place to comfortably recline, and a CD player. Open the inner box when you have these things to hand. Happy Birthday!

Love, Mark

I knew, “… a place to comfortably recline …” was meant seriously: I know my friend’s turn of mind. Now at last the conditions were met. I was home, I’d showered, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I was bursting with anticipation.

There were several things within the inner box. There was a delicate glass and a bottle of fine liqueur, a small box of Godiva chocolate with its golden orange wrapping, a bottle of essence of sandalwood, a CD, and a hinged box which had probably once held a necklace from Penney’s. This last was the strangest, for it had been repacked with foam padding and it protected a very tiny bottle. As I held the bottle up to the light, I could see within it but one drop of a thick, pinkish fluid. A handwritten label read, “Erosia.” I put the CD in the player, and set it running.

“Happy birthday sweetheart!” I heard his voice say. “Presumably you’re alone, with time to enjoy your gift properly. The major part of it is the Oil of Erosia; the rest is just to enhance the experience. After a bit, I’ll tell you how to use it. But for now, open the other items and lie back and enjoy them. At first, I’ll try to set a mood.”

Romantic music began to play, and it seemed clear he intended the evening to be a treat for the senses. I poured my drink and tasted one of the chocolates. I released the sandalwood scent and lay back as I’d been directed. I began slowly to feel myself relax. Within a minute or so, the tensions of my stressful job were losing their grip on me. My friend’s voice began to overlay the mellow saxophone and violin composition on the CD. “I remember the first time we made love,” he said. “Interesting, I think, after all the patience it took us to reach the day, when it finally came we were so urgent we didn’t even make it to the bedroom.” I flushed warm with remembering, and lay rapt as he recounted it for us. Within a few minutes I realized, as he must have known I would, what sense was missing: that of touch. I shrugged off my bathrobe and cast it aside. I let my hands slide over my rounded illegal bahis tummy, since at that moment he was recounting his appreciation for that particular one of my curves. As the CD played, I let his words guide my hands over my other curves in turn as he mentioned them, pausing only enough to nibble the candies and to sip the wine and breathe in the arousing scent of sandalwood.

My reverie was interrupted as the disc went to the next track. “Now it’s time for your real present, sweetheart. Open the little bottle carefully; there’s only one drop and you don’t want to spill it. It goes right on the tip of your sweet spot, all at once, and don’t miss!”

The music then resumed, and I considered what I’d heard with my eyes wide with surprise. My friend was a biochemist, and very resourceful. What would his concoction do to my “sweet spot,” his euphemism for my clitoris? I realized, without much surprise considering my state, that I was anxious to find out. I took up the bottle and carefully broke the seal and uncapped it. I reached down, and with the first and third fingers of my left hand, I separated first my outer, and then my inner lips. With my second finger, I pressed inwards and pulled upwards at the base of my clit, exposing its tip to its greatest extent. I tipped the tiny bottle over it, and waited while the thick liquid within it pooled slowly into a drop on its rim. At last, the drop fell that fraction of an inch that separated it from my most sensitive place.

I was surprised at how quickly it soaked in through the pink skin where it landed: it was gone within a second. A very pleasant warmth was noticeable right away, and it seemed that I could feel some subtle rhythm in my tiny organ. I set the bottle down, intending to use my right hand to explore and see how the oil would change my sensations. But before I could address this exploration, the situation abruptly changed.

I don’t know exactly how much my sensitivity to pleasure was magnified, but I don’t think a thousand times is an exaggeration. Just the pressure of my pulse in its tiny arteries was enough stimulation to drive every pleasure nerve in my clitoris right to the firewall. Five heartbeats – somehow through it all I remember that number distinctly – was all it took to propel me to my first orgasm. As my release shook me, I reflexively reached for the place with my hand. Mistake! To actually touch my pink pearl at this point, to brush it with the tips of my fingers, was a pleasure so sweet and intense it seemed no mortal illegal bahis siteleri could bear it. But somehow I had to bear it, though I snatched my hand away as hastily as if I’d scalded it. The orgasm that touch caused rolled on and on. Did it last for a minute? Two? I was no objective witness at the time, I just quivered in the grip of it. At last I got a respite, but it only allowed me to catch a gulp of air in a hasty gasp. For my heart was still beating, and the pressure of my pulse was still all the excuse my clitoris needed. My respite was five heartbeats, each one rebuilding the erotic tension within me, and then I was coming again.

For some time I lay as still as I could and that rhythm defined my universe: an orgasm, then five pulses of build-up to the next one. I relaxed into it, letting the climaxes wash over me, letting everything else go and just being ecstasy. Gradually, however, the build-up began to take a little longer. Six heartbeats, then seven. I still just let it happen, setting aside everything and fully feeling the gradually slowing pattern of sexual tension and release from that tension. Sometime later, several hundred climaxes later, I think, it stirred my awareness that I hadn’t come in almost half a minute. My clitoris was still throbbing at the very edge of orgasm, but by itself was just barely short of the needed energy. I carefully tried to stretch my calves a bit…but no way! The attempted motion brushed my labia together for just an instant and I was coming again. I was smiling over my happy predicament, when for the first time in many minutes, my friend’s voice overlaid the soft music. He said, “Sweetheart, I love you.” My heart swelled with emotion, and in sympathetic response my clitoris swelled with passion. I went right back over the cliff, and when I could think again I whispered, “That rascal! Now he’ll brag he can make me come just by saying, “I love you.”

Now an orgasm is a very fine thing, but there’s also a lot to be said for the sensation of being almost there. Now that the oil had worn off slightly, I was in a perfect place to enjoy that sensation. I lay there quivering on the verge until I could bear it no longer. When this point was achieved, I simply squeezed my thighs together and came. I guess I stayed in that mode for about fifteen minutes, though towards the end of it I needed the touch of a fingertip to prompt the explosion, rather than just thigh pressure. The effect was slowly wearing off, and I’ll guess that at that point I was only a hundred times canlı bahis siteleri more sensitive to pleasure than usual. I marveled at the specificity of the Erosia: if I’d become as extravagantly sensitive to temperature or pain, the experience would have been torture and not delight. But somehow, the effect was confined only to pleasure and I couldn’t hurt myself with it.

I slowly stretched muscles that were a little tense from involuntary contraction in sympathy with hundreds of orgasms. As I did, I smiled as a sweet notion struck me. I reached carefully for all my pillows and laid them in a line beside me. Then I rolled myself over on top of them and fantasized a lover beneath me. I began rhythmically pressing my hips against a pillow and imagined that my friend was once again my lover as of old. This part of my present was wonderful too, though less intense than the first part: I could now control my sensations rather than be controlled by them. I climaxed effortlessly whenever the script of the fantasies I was playing in my mind implied that I should.

When an hour had passed since applying the oil, the effect was nearly gone. I was once again lying on my back, letting my hands drift across the rest of my body to give all of my skin a feeling of a closure to the experience. The music on the soundtrack diminished and then ended, and my friend’s voice reappeared, saying, “And that’s your present, sweetheart. I hope you liked it. Call me when you get a chance. Happy Birthday!” The CD reached the end, and the player went into standby. I smiled and reached to turn out the lamp. Normally I feel energized and not depleted by orgasm, but then I’d never had hundreds in one frantic hour before. My nervous system had used up all its reserves and I was asleep by the time my hand was back in the bed.

I called him the next day of course, and made clear my appreciation for his gift. He asked obliquely and I admitted that the, “I love you,” had been timed correctly to bring on climax; you could almost hear his grin over the telephone line. I said the only thing that could have made it better was to have had two drops in the bottle.

He replied, “Well, that’s precaution, sweetheart, not parsimony. You see, the active ingredient is neutralized in the body by binding with a protein within the target cells. But the protein is usually only produced in small amounts: the promoter at the beginning of the gene sequence is only a weak one unless the cell is in active growth and producing more cell wall, which developed nerve cells usually aren’t. This makes the clearance curve extremely non-linear.”

I said, “Could I hear that again, this time in English?”

There was a slight pause, then, “One drop wears off in a hour, two drops wears off in a month!”

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I knew from the moment they met that there was some chemistry between my old friend and my girl. It wasn’t that I felt in any way threatened by this, it was just hard not to notice; Sometimes people just connect instantly like that. What I took from the way they interacted however, was that under different circumstances, they would be very likely to end up going home together. I imagined this chance meeting taking place at a bar or concert, most likely out with friends.

They just looked compatible – sexually – and while I felt some sense of safety in the back of my head that they would never make a cute couple or anything, I was kind of surprised how okay I was with the energy I knew they felt too.

He’s a pretty good guy and I knew he would be the last person to ever try anything behind my back. She is, of course, very loyal, but I knew she had her desires; her fantasies. The real danger was that I was so turned on by the idea of fulfilling her desires; so ready to say ‘yes’ to anything that would lead to her pleasure. I knew it would get me into trouble some day, but part of me wanted it.

They flirted – not as if I wasn’t there, more feeling each other out – and I watched with a smile on my face as I saw the connection form. I knew he had a reputation. Not in a sleazy or chauvinistic way, more so that I knew from some girls that he knew how to please them. He was good at what he did and had an air of confidence about him. I know how to please my girl, but at the same time, ‘variety is the spice of life’, I thought. We had a lot of fun that night, the three of us running around town, laughing, acting like young, careless kids. The bond forming between them was part friendship, part sexual tension. There was an unspoken intensity between them and when we finally parted with my friend, I wasted not time in delving into her thoughts on the night and, more importantly, him.

“He seems like a really good guy” was the first response I got. Fair enough. I agreed and we continued to discuss it. The look on her face said ‘I know what you want to hear… and I’m not going to tell you.’ but I knew.

Months passed, things were as wonderful as ever between us, in and out of the bedroom. I had talked to my friend a handful of times, but he rarely mentioned her. How could he not find her attractive? Was she his type? I don’t know. What I did know, is that most men find her attractive. They want her, for a night, forever… they like what they see. With most men, it’s not a thought I entertain, nor is it for her. They’re typical, they’re desperate, they’re pathetic.

Every once in a while, the topic of a threesome would come up. It’s a hard subject to come to a consensus on, because there are so many details to think about. So many things that come down to ideal conditions that it’s hard to see as realistic. “It would just have to happen” she said. “Yeah. It would have to feel natural.” I agreed.

* * *

“Remember that guy who visited, my friend…?” I said to her one night, as our bodies cooled from the intense sex we’d just had. “Hmm… which one?” she cuddle up against my body. “The one you got on really well with. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, he was a lot of fun.”

“Right. Do you think… you might find him a lot of fun… ya know…” I hesitated, hoping she’d pick up the hint.

“What?”

“Ya know. In bed?”

“Like, do I think he seems like he’d be good in bed?”

“No, I mean… I know for a fact he’s good in bed. Well, I’ve heard. From reliable sources.” I smiled.

“Oh really…” she grinned.

“That’s not what I meant though. I… was thinking more like… for a threesome.” I gulped, awaiting the response.

“Hmmmm…” she pondered, seemingly considering it for a moment.

“You don’t think that would be weird? I mean, you guys are kind of like, old friends, right?”

“Well, I mean we’ve known each other for a while. I’m not really like, that close to him, we never really spent all that much time together, but we usually have a good time.”

“Right.”

“So, no, I mean…. what got me about that night, and I know it was a while back, but- I just felt like you two really clicked. You got along well. There was definitely something more to it though…”

“Oh yeah?”

“You don’t think so?”

“Maybe.”

I laughed. “Well, okay, what I’m saying is… I think you guys had a lot of sexual chemistry. There was a lot of sexual tension. I saw you lean toward him almost-” I paused.

“Almost what?”

“Like you wanted him to… touch you. Feel you. Want you.”

“Oooo! naughty boy. You want that, don’t you.”

“It’s kind of getting me hard right now. Not gonna lie.”

She felt my crotch, grinning. “Well, well, well.”

She slid down my body, finding the waistband on my boxer shorts. She slunk down further, pulling them with her, my erect cock popping out, standing at attention.

She held it with one hand, licking the tip with her tongue, flicking it gently. Her lips slipped around it and I felt the warmth of her mouth taking me in. She gently pumped güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri the shaft from the base as she sucked and I leaned my head back against the pillow, smiling at her as she demonstrated one of her many, many talents.

Her head popped up, a grin on her face. “You want me to do this to him?” she smirked, biting her lip. Her head moved back down again, my cock disappearing entirely into her mouth. I felt the back of her throat and let out a gasp. Still with me inside of her mouth, she let out a knowing moan.

“That’s a yes.” she said as I slid back out of her mouth, every inch of my cock glistening from her saliva. She licked her lips “So what have you heard about him?”

She went back to sucking. Licking. Slurping. I loved it when she was sloppy about sucking on my penis – spit dripping everywhere, the sound of her puckered lips popping off the tip before sliding back down. The sound of her gasping as she came up from gently pumping the tip into the back of her throat.

“I heard he’s-” I paused to catch my breath “the perfect size. Plenty of stamina. Stays hard, you know, like he can go all night kind of thing.”

“Mmmm!” she moaned. “You’re pretty perfect too, mister.”

“Well then I guess you’ll like him too.” I giggled.

Her hand moved around my hips and thighs, clenching my skin as if clinging to me, begging for my cum. She was hungry for it.

“They all said he just… hits the spot” I said, breathing a deep sigh.

“Yeah? You want to see him hit my spot?” the grin on her face showing no signs of disappearing.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” she continued to suck.

“I want to see him…” I couldn’t help but pause to moan.

“Disappear into me?” she tugged on my cock as I felt like I was getting closer. “Into my pussy?”

“Yeah.”

“Mmmm, yeah.”

“I want to see you on your knees, your ass up in the air.”

Her eyes looked up at me as she sucked the tip, teasing me. The feeling was so intense.

“And-” I continued to moan “I want to see him…” nearing climax.

She moaned, coaxing me into what I wanted to say. The words were on the tip of my tongue.

“I want to watch him mount you. Give it to you really good.”

She giggled. “Naughty boy.”

“I want to watch him pump you, grasping your hips; I want him to fuck you really hard, until you… until you moan and cum all over his bare cock.”

“Mmmm, baby!” her head popped up, she knew I was close.

“Yeah. I want him to pump until he- mmmm! – fills you up. Until it’s too intense. I want you to enjoy him over and over. Over and over!”

With that, shockwaves were sent through my hips, down my thighs, up my torso and I felt my cum fill her mouth. She swallowed and licked the shaft. She sucked on the tip a little as I tried to pull away, still shaking.

“Wow, that was a lot.” she said.

“That was really hot, baby.” I smiled, totally satisfied.

* * *

It was only a couple weeks later when I got a text message from him. He was going to be in town soon. It wasn’t that he lived that far away, but time just seemed to fly by. I was looking forward to seeing him and at first, the thought of the conversation I’d had with my girl weeks earlier didn’t cross my mind.

That night we were laying on the bed, kissing.

“Guess who’s going to be in town?” I said.

“Who?”

“I think you can guess.” I raised an eyebrow.

She grinned “Oooohhh…”

“Yeah. You know who I’m talking about.”

“Are you getting excited already? Just thinking about it?”

“No.”

“No? Not at all?” She rubbed my semi-erect penis and looked deep into my eyes.

“Yes.” I laughed.

“When is he in town?”

“This weekend. I said he could stay at my place. I think he’s down.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah, I think just Saturday though.”

“Well, Saturday’s my birthday… I thought we were going out?”

“Yeah, we can still go out. That’s not a problem. I mean, he can probably meet up with us at some point. Or I guess you can come over while we’re getting ready or something?”

“Okay.”

“You don’t mind, right?”

“Nope. I don’t mind.”

“Okay, well, I’d imagine we’ll meet up, we’ll probably have a drink or something, just kind of talk for a while, get caught up…”

“Uh huh.” her trademark smirk growing on her face as she felt my cock grow harder in her hand.

“Yeah. We’ll just go out and have fun. No big deal.”

“I hope it’s gonna be fun. I don’t really want to go to that club. You know it’s always the same thing.”

“Well, we’ll make it fun.”

She giggled “I bet you will-” she paused. “What do you want to happen?”

“Oh come on. You know it’s just a fantasy.”

“Yeah, but it is your fantasy!” she teased.

“It’s not my- well, okay, it kind of is. But I want you to have fun. If you want to. It’s fine. I’m just saying, if you want him, I want it to happen.”

“If I want to.”

“I don’t know. You call the shots, you know that. I want you to have fun. I want you to get what you want.”

“Do güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri you now?” she was playing with my cock as we talked.

I tried to remain focused “I mean, it’s your birthday, right?”

“It is. And I’m gonna get what I want!” she laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. But seriously, if this feels right, just, why don’t we see where it goes?”

“Alright. We’ll see where it goes.”

“I’m leaving it at that.”

“Sure.” she grinned as she moved in for a kiss.

My hand found her clit as she swung one leg over mine. I started to rub in circles, slowly massaging it as she kissed me. She was getting wet, coating my fingers and I held one up to her lip. She sucked on it and tasted herself. This sometimes sends a jolt through her system when she’s not expecting it and she started to grind on my leg, desperate to get off.

I slid two fingers inside of her and began to stroke while my thumb pressed down on her clit, gently rubbing it. I saw the familiar look in her eyes, begging me to make her cum.

She moaned as I increased the pressure on her clit.

“How much do you want it?” I grinned.

“What?”

“How much do you want to fuck him?”

She was preoccupied, entering her pre-orgasm trance. “Really bad.” she said a minute later.

The grin on my face grew as I continued to finger her. “How bad?”

“I want him to fuck me.” her breathing grew heavier. “Really hard.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to fuck him all night.”

“You want his big, bare cock in you?”

“Yeah. I want you both in me.”

“God, you’re such a bad girl. I love it.”

I stared into her eyes as she neared orgasm, steadily rubbing her clit, bringing her closer and closer.

“You wanna use that big cock of his don’t you. To make you cum? Over and over?”

“Uh huh!” she practically yelled as she came all over my fingers. Her lips returned to mine as her body shook, her moans making me rock hard.

“I want you to have him” was the last thing I said before she climbed on top of me and spent the rest of the night reaching climax repeatedly before finishing me off one last time.

* * *

The big day arrived. My friend and I sat on the couch, catching up. I knew my girl would be here any minute and I didn’t know how she would react when she saw him. Would it get weird? Would she get shy? Would I feel anxious about the whole thing?

“We better get ready soon.”

“I’m gonna take a shower. Is that cool?” he asked.

“Go for it, man. My girl should be here in a bit, I might make some drinks and then we’ll head out. Cool?” I replied.

“Cool.” he said as he made his way to the bathroom. The door closed behind him. Moments later, I heard the water begin to run. I heard the rings on the shower curtain slide across the rail and I waited.

I heard a key at the door seconds later. ‘Perfect timing’ I though, as this way, their reunion would be delayed.

“Hey love!” she greeted me, throwing her stuff down on the couch.

“Hey babe. How are you?”

“Stressed. I just don’t even want to deal with tonight.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. Just don’t worry about it.” I reassured her.

“I know.” she rolled her eyes. “Is your friend in the shower?”

“Yeah, he just got in. Do you want a drink or anything?” I asked.

“No, I’m fine.” she looked around the room.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m a little antsy.”

She flashed a knowing grin at me.

There was an awkward silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but I knew the proverbial elephant in the room was to blame.

“Did you say anything to him?”

I hesitated. “I… might have.”

She gasped, starting to appear a little flustered. “Well, now it’s gonna be really awkward. I mean, if things just kind of happened-“

“I know. I just- I figured if something was to happen, that- well, that it was more likely if he was kind of in on it, ya know?” I looked down, feeling somewhat ashamed for a moment.

“Look, let’s not make it any weirder. This is your birthday, let’s just relax.” I stood up to embrace her. “Just have fun. Seriously. It’s going to be fine. If it doesn’t happen, it’s no big deal. You know he’s not going to push it, but he knows now… that you’re interested. If nobody says anything, nothing happens.”

“I hope it’s not awkward.”

“Okay, well… do you want to just go? We’ll meet you there?”

“No. It’s cool.”

I sat her down on the couch with me. “Come on, just relax. I love you.” I slid her jacket off. Sliding my hand toward her breast. I cupped it and massaged, kissing her neck.

“I love you too.”

We kissed…. and we kissed some more.

“That feels really good” she said, as I massaged each of her breasts, trying my best to help her unwind a little.

She was wearing a skirt and just the sight of her thighs excited me. I tugged at it, sliding it further up her legs.

“Come on, he might walk out.”

“So?” I grinned.

“Don’t be weird!”

I laughed. “AlrightIf anything, I’m going to at least güvenilir bahis şirketleri make you cum as many times as possible tonight.”

She smiled as I eased my hand up her thigh, my fingers meeting her already moist panties. I began to rub the damp fabric over her clit.

She sighed, letting the day’s stress go for the moment. I continued to rub her clit through the panties. She spread her legs a little more. Was it a good thing or a bad thing that my friend was in the next room? I knew he couldn’t hear, with the shower running, but did she mind? The way she was responding to my touch, it didn’t seem like a concern for her.

“I’ve got an idea. ” I grinned.

“What?” she gazed up at me, her head sunken into the back of the couch as I rubbed slowly.

“Maybe you could-“

“What?” she said, breathing heavily.

“Surprise him?”

She bit her lip as she tried to keep her moans to a minimum. “What?”

“Would it be easier if you just kind of walked in on him?”

“Wouldn’t that be-“

“Awkward? I mean, not if you were pretty clear about why you were going in there.” I said. “I don’t think he locked the door. It’s just an idea.”

She stood up and walked over to the door, trying the handle. It popped open. She jumped back, afraid to pull it closed again.

“Dude?” he uttered from in the shower.

I said nothing. I just stared at her. She looked at the door, then at me. I walked over to her and put my arms around her. I kissed her on the lips, then down her neck, to her collar bone. My hand found her clit again as I tugged the skirt up. With my other hand, I unbuttoned it and let it fall to the ground. My hand again found her clit as I kissed her.

Her body moved toward mine, her sex drive now fully engaged. I loved when I felt the intense desire kick in; that urge. Our tongues explored one another’s mouths as I tugged her shirt up with my free hand. I pulled the shirt up over her bra, prompting her to raise her arms. I lifted the shirt off her and wasted no time in removing the bra. She stood there, before me, wearing only her heels and panties.

I gripped her ass in my hand, cupping one cheek. I squeezed and shook it in my hand, feeling it jiggle. Nothing I loved more than playing with that plentiful tush of hers. It was firm but had plenty of bounce. Her small waist offset her wider hips and combined with the bubble of her cheeks made for some quite astounding curves. She leaned into me again, her lips finding mine as our eyes both closed. I was rock hard and she felt it. Her hand reached into my pants and started to tug, her other hand tugging at the button. I pulled away for the moment.

“Remember how badly you wanted him?”

She said nothing, but lunged at me again, biting my lip.

“Remember?” I said, hinting at the lustful thoughts she’d shared just weeks earlier.

She nodded, looking up at me. ‘Fuck me’ was written all over her face. I wanted her so badly, just to lay her down on the couch and climb on top. Getting caught in the act would be awkward, but who knows what would have happened. As much as I wanted it, I knew it was on her mind. The look she gave me was unmistakable as ‘I want both of you.’

The idea of her surprising him, beckoning him to offer his quickly-hardening cock to her to enjoy was driving me crazy. On the one hand, I wanted release, I wanted her. She kissed me again and I turned her to face the door, cupping her breasts in my hand, squeezing her nipples as they hardened.

I knew if she brought him into it first, that we would all get what we wanted tonight. If we played with each other now, we’d likely finish up before he was out and it might well end there. This was an opportunity for her and concern for her pleasure was all I could think of.

“Go get what you want, naughty girl” I whispered into her ear and with a spank, I sent her in the direction of the bathroom. She let out a slight yelp as my hand hit her beautiful, round ass. It bounced as she stepped to the bathroom in her heels and I smiled. She turned her head to look back at me, returning the smile. She wouldn’t turn back now, I knew she was ready to seize the moment.

I sat down on the couch, my head turned to face the door and looked on with anticipation as the door closed.

I could hear their voices, but not make out what they were saying over the water. At this point he must have been near to being finished, having probably been in there 10 minutes by the time she entered.

The water did not stop running and I could no longer hear them talking.

I rubbed the crotch of my jeans as I imagined what was going on in there. I wasted no time in pulling my cock out. Was this the fantasy I had become so worked up about weeks earlier as we pleasured each other to the thought? Were they going to go through with it? I knew she was going in there on the edge of cumming, having already been worked up by our fooling around. Was the absence of voices a good thing?

I knew if it went awry and proved awkward that she would be out quickly, despite being mostly exposed. That would certainly make for an awkward evening. But then I heard what sounded like her heels hitting the floor, falling from her feet and I knew she was staying. I knew she was going to get in the shower with him. I knew she would be in his arms in moments. I knew she was going to get everything she wanted tonight.

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Four young ladies had decided that as they were all of age, it was time to lose their virginity. They have gathered together for a wicked weekend, playing sexual games. After a morning of rather intense activity each of the girls had yielded up their virginity in a pleasurable manner.

Due to Denise failing to correctly identify the person who thoroughly drilled her and removed every slight trace of her virginity, Andy spanked her as a little extra to help them pass the time.

Unfortunately, in the final game of the round Suzy also failed to identify the man whose cock was at that time in the process of driving her wild. It was agreed that Suzy would be spanked after lunch as the start of the next round.

Over a relaxed lunch it was agreed that Carl and Michele were exempt from the next game. They would have a free choice of partners, including each other if they both agreed. Carl and Michelle glanced at each other, and then Carl shook his head. “No. Tempting as the ideas is I have already chosen my next victim. I mean partner,” he added with a grin. Michelle laughed. “Me too, and I do mean victim,” she said. “We’ll announce them after Suzy has her sweet little bottom spanked.”

After lunch they started gravitating towards the front room again to resume their activities. Carl stopped Brian on the way and murmured softly to him. “About that spanking you’re going to give Suzy. A suggestion.” Brian listened, laughed and nodded. “That’s nasty,” He said. “I’ll do it.”

“OK, Suzy. Time for your forfeit. Come on over,” called Brian. Suzy dithered. She did so not want this. She looked around at her friends. No help there. They were smiling and waiting. She nervously approached. “Do I need to take my clothes off first?” she queried. “Everyone else is dressed.”

“Of course not. We’re not going to bully you. Just a little spank that you’ll hardly feel,” soothed Brian. “Come on. Over my knee and smile.”

“Hardly feel, my ass,” fumed Suzy. “And I mean my ass literally. It sure didn’t look like Denise was hardly feeling it when Andy spanked her. She was squeaking and wriggling like an eel.” “Especially at the end,” she remembered with a smirk. “Ah, well. At least I’m fully dressed so it won’t be too bad?”

“You idiot!” she raged at herself shortly after. “You don’t need to get undressed! Of course not. That oaf has reserved the stripping party for himself.”

As soon as she had reluctantly lain across Brian’s knees his hand had come down and pressed firmly on her back, holding her in place. His other hand had then lifted her skirt and tucked it up around her waist, leaving her bottom effectively bare except for that sexy little thong she was almost wearing. No content with a bare bottom, Brian had stroked her bum, dipped his hand down to goose her pussy and then wandered back up, hooked the string on her panties and pulled them down to her knees, leaving her bottom and pussy bare and shining in the light for all to see.

“You said I didn’t have to strip,” she hissed quietly at him. “You don’t,” he murmured back, with a decided smirk in his voice. “You’ve still got all your clothes on. I never said I wouldn’t rearrange them slightly.”

Then the spanking started. A light slap to the rump. Not too bad. She could handle this. Then a harder smack. That one stung. And another. The spanking was picking up speed now, quickly turning her bottom a nice flushed red. Suzy was trying to wriggle away now, with little yelps as the hand descended, but Brian’s other hand held her firmly in place.

Then the tempo changed again, with Brian now spanking her so that his fingers slipped between her legs and punished her pussy as well. Suzy realised that her pussy punishment was doing odd things to her. She was heating up, starting to feel as though she were flushed all over. He hadn’t even touched her boobs but she could feel them tightening, her nipples peaking and demanding their share of attention. OK, she only had her panties pulled down but she felt as though she was naked, and her body was reacting to the dominant male smacking her bum.

Suzy was squirming more actively now, wanting the spanking to stop, wanting the touching to go on. Not sure what she wanted, but wanting it anyway. “Gods! No wonder Denise had an orgasm,” she thought. “I’m going to explode.”

That was when Carl made his move, as quietly discussed earlier with Brian. “Did I mention I’m choosing Suzy this time around?” he asked the group genially, while unzipping his trousers and showing that his erection was rampart and ready. He stepped over behind Suzy and nodded to Bruce, who reacted by lifting his knee, raising Suzy to a point where Carl was able to step forward and plunge his cock deep into the wet wild pussy that was quivering in front of him. With one stroke he fully entered Suzy, filling her with his engorged member.

Suzy screamed at this sudden invasion of her body, taken completely by surprise. Her whole body was quivering now, entranced by this illegal bahis rude invader, wondering what was happening. Slowly Suzy realised that it was only mentally that she’d been surprised. Her body wasn’t surprised. Her body had been waiting, hoping for this. Her body had adjusted immediately to the changed situation, and while her mind was still trying to come to terms with what was happening her body was surging back and forth gleefully, accepting the intruder as a long lost friend and making sure that cock knew it was welcome in its new home.

“I’ve been mouse-trapped,” Suzy realised. “They had to set this up before hand. That’s why Brian insisted in pushing my panties down out of the road. Swine, the pair of them, but I have to admit this feels good. I hope the others are getting a good look and getting turned on by this. They’re all up for a good screwing in very short order.”

“Is that rape?” Sandi asked Denise. “She was totally unprepared for it.” “Technically, I suppose when he entered her by surprise, but it sure stopped being rape when her cunt grabbed onto his pole and started trying to swallow it whole,” Denise laughed.

The girls watched, fascinated, as Carl repeatedly lunged into Suzy, who was pushing up to meet each thrust, gasping and mewling in a small voice. She wanted more, please. More.

Carl continued to carefully ravish Suzy, timing his thrusts to bring her to a peak and then hold her there, denying her the ultimate satisfaction while he enjoyed the feel of female flesh clasping and massaging his cock. Not too long now and he’d have to let it go, but he was determined to prolong it while he could.

Suzy was wailing to herself internally. “Why won’t he finish? What’s stopping him? I need this. I need this now! I’m going to die if he doesn’t finish me soon. That cock. It’s just banging inside me. It’s not stopping. Do it faster. Harder. Please!” She was writhing and gasping in sexual torment now, desperate for fulfilment.

Carl gave one last thrust and finally went over the line himself. His strong ejaculation flooded through Suzy, kicking her over the line and she shrieked as an orgasm came raging through her body, sweeping away self and the world and leaving feeling. Just feeling.

They both slowly returned to the normal world, and Carl grinned. That had really been something. If Suzy thought that was the first and last time he fucked her, she was half right.

“Do you mind, moving back now Carl, so I can finish the spanking?” queried Brian. Carl laughed and moved away.

“What did he say?” wondered Suzy. “What did he mean, finish the spanking?”

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed, as Brian’s hand came smartly down upon her bottom. “You’ve already spanked me. Stop it.”

“No, I haven’t” replied Brian. “I was spanking you, but we got interrupted. I’m now just finishing it off.”

Suzy tried to scramble up but Brian had her held firmly, and his hand started raining those tantalising little spanks on her bottom and between her legs.

“You’re a sadist,” gasped Suzy, squirming around and feeling the tension rising within her again. “Don’t do this. Another orgasm will kill me.”

“Really? Let’s find out,” murmured Brian, concentrating more on her trembling pussy now than on her flushed behind. The short sharp little spanks were sending vibrations racing deep into her, turning her to jelly, unable to move, just waiting in anticipation of what was developing, hardly daring to breath. She felt the tremors start and groaned, then screamed her relief as another orgasm ripped into her, through her, reducing her to nothing, again.

Suzy slowly descended, back to the real world, where she was bent over a mans knee, flashing her pussy to the world. The only one in the room with her pussy showing. She flushed and scrambled to her feet, hastily pulling up her panties and straightening her skirt. She looked across at the other girls and saw they were smiling. Laughing with her, not at her, and she laughed. She’d see how they handled their next fuck. She’d done alright. And if Carl thought that was his first and last with her, he was in for a surprise. Suzy suddenly turned and stared toward the other girls again. What had she noticed that was out of place. Ah. It appears that she hadn’t been the only person with their pussy on display. Michelle had slipped off her shorts and panties and was now crossing the room towards Brian.

“I’m claiming my choice now,” stated Michelle. “Don’t get up Brian. You’re my choice and I’m going to ride you while you sit on that chair. Just relax and let me do the work.”

Brian grinned and reached towards the pretty pussy standing just in front of him, but Michelle took a quick step back and waved a finger.

“Oh, no. No touching just yet. I make the running. And do you seriously think I need warming up after watching that last little exhibition? I suspect that if you slipped a finger inside my pussy I’d come on the spot, I’m that hot.”

Michelle illegal bahis siteleri moved back in front of Brian and reached down and unzipped his pants. Not unexpectedly, he was already fully erect, and his cock leapt out at her and almost attacked her of its own volition. Michelle laughed and told Brian to stand and drop his trousers and jocks as she wanted free access to his equipment. Brian was not unwilling to do this little thing and his lower clothes hit the ground so hard and fast that the watchers could almost hear a sonic boom.

A hand on his chest gently pushed him back onto the chair and then Michelle sank to her knees in front of him, took hold of the gently waving giant and ran the tip of her tongue over the engorged head. Brian groaned, and considered that he showed great restraint in not seizing Michelle by the ears and pushing her head firmly down onto his cock. Michelle continued licking around the top of his cock, while Brian sweated and waited. He felt Michelle’s mouth close slowly over his cock and move down it, her sharp little teeth sending shivering pin pricks of delight through him. He felt the suction as she gently sucked him, her head slowly bobbing up and down and she encourage his already engorged member to even greater heights. “What the hell was trying to do? Suck his brains out through his cock? If so she was well on her way to succeeding.”

After an eternity of torment, Michelle released his cock, stood up and moved forward so that she straddled the chair he was on, his cock waving perilously close to her gleaming and swollen pussy. As Brian waited, Michelle reached down, gently parted her lips and guided herself onto his waiting rod. Brian was about to surge upward, desperate to have his tool fully imbedded within Michelle, but Michelle gave him a forbidding look and murmured “My rules, remember.”

Michelle sank slowly down, thoroughly impaling herself on the waiting penis, relaxing internally and letting this titan completely fill her. What had been an aching void was now feeling swollen and bloated, but Michelle was content for the time being. She’d just let it stay there, not moving, enjoying the feel of it inside her, and also enjoying the way Brian was sweating, desperate to start moving towards completion.

“OK, Brian,” Michelle instructed. “You now have to take off my t-shirt and bra and entertain my boobs. When they’re feeling happy enough I’ll start moving and we can both enjoy the outcome.”

Brian held firmly to his self control, but not without thinking some very nasty comments about scheming wenches and vengeance to come. He lifted Michelle’s t-shirt up and off, moving slowly and deliberately. If she was going to tease him, he was damn well going to tease her back. He reached around and unclipped the bra, drawing it down her arms and letting it drop. He leaned down and placed his mouth on one firm breast, sucking and licking, using his tongue to roll her nipple around, agitating and stroking it. His hand came up and started stroking the other breast, gently squeezing and teasing, sending little ripples of delight surging through Michelle.

Michelle was breathing harder and faster and she realised that she’d have to start moving on his pole or she was going to lose it. She squirmed a bit, twisting back and forth on the rigid rod, and then started to lift herself slowly up the shaft. And realised with a horrified shock that Brian was moving up with her, not letting her slide along his cock, just holding it firmly within her.

“What are you doing?” she hissed. “What you wanted,” came the callous reply. “You wanted me inside you but not moving.”

“That was then!” Michelle thought if she wasn’t careful she’d be screaming at him. “Start moving. I can’t take it any more.”

“But you haven’t said please” came the mocking reply.

“All right! Please! Please, please, please, please, please. I need you to fuck me now.”

Brian laughed and relaxed back into the chair, letting Michelle drop that little bit more heavily onto him. Letting his cock surge that tiny, unexpected bit deeper. Michelle didn’t stand a chance. Her pending orgasm roared down on her like an express train, hitting her and sweeping her away before she even realised it was coming. She shrieked, and shrieked again as the bliss ripped through her, before slowly fading, leaving her to realise that she was still firmly in Brian’s grip, his cock still embedded within her, filling her, and Brian was finally starting to move.

Quite ready to finalise things now, Brian was thrusting energetically into Michelle’s tight pussy. Thrusting hard and fast, enjoying the sensation of Michelle turning to water and melting around him, her entire being nothing but a willing receptacle to his cock and his mastery. He thrust harder, higher and faster, driving Michelle back to the point she has just attained and left, using his cock as a piston to drive her home to ecstasy. With a last frantic lunge he came, ejaculating deep canlı bahis siteleri within her, feeling her tip over the edge and again hearing her cry out as she was swept away. He felt like shouting his triumph himself as his own orgasm fired through him.

Brian helped Michelle down from the chair, but when Michelle reached for her clothes he stretched out a detaining hand.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but no clothes. Once they come off they have to stay off until the end.”

“But I’m the only one naked,” she squealed. “You and Carl and Suzy have all fucked and you’re all dressed.”

“True, but we didn’t get undressed in the first place. Carl and I only lowered our trousers and hitched them up afterwards. Suzy had her panties pulled down to her knees and back up once she’d been screwed and spanked. You’re just the first to actually strip. I wouldn’t worry. I’m sure the other girls will be shedding clothes shortly. Just wait a while.”

“I was going to arrange for a blind-folded grope for your next partner,” said Carl, “but as both men have already had one of the girls Andy will have to pair up with Sandi this time, while Denise goes with Paul. However, to keep the spirit of competition alive, all four of you will be blindfolded. You will have to find your partners and help them undress, without speaking. You will need to identify your partner by touch, so take a good look at them before the blindfolds go on.

Similarly, Denise has already had a spanking and it wouldn’t be fair to give her another one if she loses in this game. We’ve decided that the first girl stripped completely will be able to nominate one of the unspanked girls, Sandi or Michelle, to get a spanking and also to nominate who is to give it, Paul or me.”

“You mean that if I’m the first undressed,” said Sandi, “I can nominate Michelle to be spanked rather than getting one myself?”

“You will have that choice,” Carl laughed, “but maybe you’d rather just get the spank and nominate the spanker. You have to win first.”

The couples were blindfolded, spun and released. They moved around slowly, seeking, trying to ignore the helpful advice pouring in from the sidelines.

Sandi was the first to snag someone, bumping into Paul. Her hands darted over him, feeling his hair, trying to guess the length by touch, then darting down to touch where his erection was straining against his trousers. She squeezed it and then started to move away, sure that it was Paul and not Andy, her target. Before she could move on however, Paul had reached out, drawn her back to him and slid his hands inside her t-shirt to squeeze her breasts. The he released her and they both stepped back searching for their rightful prey.

“He knew that was me,” Sandi muttered to herself. “He was just copping a free feel because he knew I couldn’t say anything.”

At that moment someone bumped into her from behind, arms slid around her and while one hand was checking the length of her hair, the other was thoughtfully cupping and gently bouncing one of her boobs as though weighing it. Then both hands slid down to her waist, slipped around to her zip, unhooked and slid the zip down, then slipped her skirt downwards, fingers snaring her panties on the way and leaving her bottomless in about two seconds flat. The hands came streaking back up, grabbing the bottom of her t-shirt, lifting, hooking her bra on the way up and pulling both items up and over her head in one swift motion. Sandi was startled to learn that she’d gone from fully dressed to starkers in under five seconds, feeling slightly stunned at how fast she been stripped. She felt Andy kneel and slip her sandals off. “Sandi is stripped,” Andy announced.

Sandi heard a laugh to the side. “Paul is still trying to undo my bra” Denise said. “Looks like you get to pick the next spankee, Sandi.”

Sandi also laughed. “Common sense tells me to toss Michelle to the wolves,” she said, “but I suspect that if I did it would rebound on me eventually. I’ll take the next spanking and Carl can administer my brutal beating. Can someone refresh my memory as to just how what was supposed to be a gentle learning experience about sex has also turned into a series of spankings to go along with the screwing.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that right now if I were you Sandi,” a voice piped up from the sideline. “Andy has stripped of and he has a rod in his hand that looks as though it’s big enough for him to beat you to death with. I suggest you try to handle that beating before you worry about a little old spank on the bottom.”

Sandi gulped nervously. If the average size of the male member was about six inches, how did they finish up with this group. Put them in the testing group and they’d have skewed the average sharply upwards.

She felt Andy take her gently by the shoulders and turn her to face him. “After what you’ve just seen and after your experience earlier I suspect that you’re already hot and wet, so there will be no real reason for me to have to prime you,” Andy said, and she could just hear that wicked grin he must be wearing. Without any more warning Sandi felt his hands clasp her around the waist and lift her straight up and forward so she was pressed firmly against him.

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This is a true story that happened when I met the slut of my life…

Part I

It was Memorial Day weekend, and four of us guys looked forward to traveling to Panama City for a lot of sun, drinking and whatever else crossed our paths. We had a few beers on the way down from Atlanta, so by the time we got to the beach, we were ready to party. We got to the beach late on Friday evening, checked into the hotel, and decided we needed to get a quick swim in the ocean even though it was dark.

As we were getting out of the ocean, we noticed a few girls up on the beach who decided to check us out as we got out of the water. They obviously were staring at what we were packing under our shorts, so I went up to them and offered them a beer. The girls gladly accepted and we began to talk. These were four gorgeous looking girls, and us guys couldn’t believe our luck! They looked about our age, early 20’s, and all had on flimsy sun dresses. We just got to the beach that night and already we were trying to talk these girls out of their panties! That’s what I like about Panama City.

We talked for awhile when someone suggested heading up the beach to one of the local watering holes. We started that way when one of the girls, Duana was her name, said she was too young to get into the bar. We were all getting pretty buzzed by that time, and we told her that we wouldn’t be too long at the bar. When we got to the beach bar it was packed. There were bodies pressing up against bodies, and the drinks were going down well at that time. My friend talked me into doing some shots of tequila with a couple of the girls. I should have known better.

A common proverb about drinking tequila is that if you are a guy, you will be fighting or fucking by the end of the night. Also, once you drink tequila, you are gonna have a canlı bahis şirketleri hard cock for a long time…so make the most of it! I wasn’t sure about the proverb, but I was sure that the tequila was having an adverse affect on my stomach. I headed out of the bar to get a little fresh air. I decided that I had enough alcohol for the night so I headed back to the hotel. As I walked down the beach, I was kicking myself that I didn’t stay longer to try to bed one of the girls who went with us. I finally walked up to the hotel when I heard Duana, the girl that was too young to get into the bar, call my name.

When I saw Duana, she had changed into a bikini and was in the hotel swimming pool. She was wearing the skimpiest bikini I have ever seen, and her nipples were poking out so much it drove me crazy. I felt my cock getting hard just from seeing her. Duana told me to come on in the pool, so I did a header straight into the pool. As soon as I came up for air, her lips were on mine. She stuck her tongue down my throat as I have had no woman do before. I reached around her and pushed her ass so her crotch was grinding on my swollen member.

Duana stuck her tongue in my ear and then said that she wanted to go upstairs now! I couldn’t wait and I almost dragged her up to the room. As soon as we got in the door, she untied her bikini to show a perfect set of tits. “Do you want to suck on my titties?” she offered. I was over to her in a second as she thrust her tits at my face. I ran my nose over her nipples so she could feel how hard she had me breathing. I slipped one of her nipples in my mouth as she started squeezing her tits around my face. I was in heaven!

As I licked, sucked and nibbled are her hard little nipples, she let out gasp as my hands slipped around her ass, under her bikini bottoms. canlı kaçak iddaa I massaged her ass and ran the palm of my hand up and down over her pussy and asshole. “God I need your dick in me” she said. “I like it rough so make sure you fuck me hard”.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Here was this 18 year old girl, who looked like the girl next door, telling me that she liked to get fucked hard. When she said that, I had to get my dick in her and screw the foreplay. I told her to get up on her knees so I could stick it in her. She pulled aside her bikini as I rubbed my dick up and down the crack of her ass.

“Fuck me now damnit” she yelled. Now it was my time to take the lead. I grabbed her hips and guided my cock into the wettest cunt I have ever felt. I leaned forward and thrust it all the way in her so she could feel all of my big cock. So much for foreplay…

I let her feel all of me in her before I started fucking her hard. She let out a moan as I picked up her knees off the bed so I could fuck her wheel barrell style. As I started to pick up the speed, I could see her pushing off the bed with her arms and arching her ass back into my hard cock.

“Split me open, fuck me so hard that I can’t walk tomorrow. Give me that big dick. Make me squirt cum on your cock.”

Hearing her say those things I slammed into her hard so taht she fell on the bed. I was no longer going to let her be in control. “So you want to cum on my cock, huh slut? Clench your pussy and finger your clit as I fuck your tight little hole. You must like a little ass fucking too, because I see how much you arch your back with your ass in the air.” I stuck a finger in my mouth and then stuck it up her tight little asshole.

Duana gasped as I put my finger in her ass. “Damn you mother fucker. Fuck me with that finger. canlı kaçak bahis Give me two fingers. Feel my ass and fuck me harder.” As I started to put another finger up her ass, she had changed the tables again. This time she pushed me over than rolled on top of me. I couldn’t believe this little girl of about 100 pounds had it in her!

“You wanna fuck my ass, well, I’m going to show you how to do it.” As I layed on my back Duana took my cock in her hand and started to fist it back and forth. “If you want this hard cock in my ass, you better get it moist first”. This girl was insatiable, and I knew then I lost all control.

I told her I didn’t have any KY and Duana said that it wasn’t necessary. As she continued to give me a hand job, I wasn’t sure what she meant until I felt a little dribble on my thigh. “Are you crazy?” I asked, as I felt her straddle my hips so her pussy was over my cock. She then started to let a stream of piss go out of her pussy. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Not only was I amazed, but how the hell was I going to explain a wet bed smelling of piss to my friends!.

As I watched her finish she then said, “Now you are going to fuck me up the ass”. I was still hard as a diamond as I slowly inserted the head past her tight ring. “Mmmmm, put some more pressure so it slides in. Yes, let me get this cock all the way in before you start pumping it in me.”

I felt her asshole slowly give way as she got used to the size of my dick. As she started to push down on me harder and harder, I felt that she needed a little extra sensation. I wrapped my hands in her hair and pulled as she hunched on my dick. “Fuck me harder, give me that cum up my ass. I am gonna cum on your cock…oohhh…yessssss….cum in me nowww!

I couldn’t hold it any longer. As I felt her orgasm clench my dick in her ass, I let go with all I had. I could feel my cum squirting in her as she tightened her knees around my hips. This girl was amazing!

As I finished with one last thrust into her ass, I heard the door open in my hotel room…

To Be Continued…

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