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

Prologue:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marie looked surprised and also concerned for me.

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

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

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

“Let me touch it,” Marie suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have sinned,” he yelled sternly.

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

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

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

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

“I said ‘NO’ yet he forced himself.”

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

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

“You enjoyed it!” the man demanded.

“I did not want it,” I protested.

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

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

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

“They did not,” I asserted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you enjoy it, did you come?”

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

“Did you come?” James persisted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not on the pill, you can’t.”

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

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

Andy turned her round to face the table,

“Spread your legs love.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Good one Andy,” one of them said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

” Now you help me lift her.”

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

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

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I had decided to show more of my legs to Ramesh at school so ignored teacher’s warning. Folded my skirt one inch more and oh my god, I was looking like a slut going to fuck.

I got a message from Ramesh while I was getting ready. He asked me if he can pick me up to school, which I accepted. I waited at the bus stand near to school. There were two men in forties, having a nice look at my legs and entire body. They were constantly staring like they had never seen a girl going to school like me. While it was feeling irritating, I was getting wet deep down. I ignored their stares and decided to play a little. I dropped my wallet on the floor and bend to pick it up. My skirt rode up and I was felling their eyes trying to look at my bottom.

Ramesh arrived after 5 minutes, I jump into his car and closed the door.

Ramesh – WOW, Priyanka looks like you want to scolded again by professor today.

Me – I don’t care, I just wanted to show my legs to you.

Ramesh – don’t take him lightly, I have heard he is very strict and can take you to principal.

Me – Let’s see if he dares today.

Ramesh – I have some other plans for today, why don’t we go to my farm house and bunk the classes.

Me – Do you have stamina to spend the whole day, as I have told my mom that I will be back by night only.

Ramesh – I will show you stamina today.

We agreed and pushed directly to the farm house. Within 20 minutes, we were at his farm house and it was just 8AM in the morning. Once inside, we sit on his bed.

Ramesh – did you took pills?

Me – Yes, have you got rubbers today?

Ramesh – No I intentionally didn’t bought that, I loved the way your skin felt

Me – tell you what, I was hoping that you forget condoms, I too liked the felling of your cock

Ramesh – what did you do after reaching?

Me – I was doing a research on pleasing you.

Ramesh – really, what did you learnt?

Me – I learnt how to give blowjob and…

Ramesh – what?

Me – anal

Ramesh – really, you want me to fuck your ass?

Me – let’s see

We started exploring kocasinan escort each other’s mouth with tongues and removed the clothes. Both were lying naked.

I took his cock in my hand, it was fully erect. I started sucking him slowly and then wildly as seen on net. His moaning was proving my research worthy. After 10 minutes, Ramesh said that he’s going to cum in another second, before he can finish I felt salty taste of his cum on my lips. It tasted good, I swallowed it.

Ramesh said this was the best thing his cock felt, and I took it as appreciation.

Me – I am feeling like eating something before we go for next round.

Ramesh – sure, I will call the receptionist.

There was a knock on the door and I opened it, I had dressed again. Priya was the name of the maid.

Ramesh – Priya, do you have anything ready which we can eat?

Priya – Sure sir, I will get some Sandwiches.

I was amazed at the beauty of Priya and the way

she was dressed. She looked like some high class girl.

Me – Ramesh, this girl priya looks from a good family.

Ramesh – Ya, she’s daughter of my father’s friend. She works here and does her study too.

Me – she has got looks, have you ever noticed?

Ramesh – I used to come here to just to chat with her before yesterday, she’s quite sexy.

After 15 minutes, while we were discussing and kissing randomly, Priya came with dishes. She was shocked to see us kissing so deeply. We broke the kiss, and asked her to join for the breakfast.

Priya – you guys will get disturbed, I better leave.

Me – don’t worry, we have got ample time to spend.

Priya – When did you meet Ramesh?

Me – yesterday morning.

Priya – and you guys had sex on first day itself?

Ramesh – how did you know?

Priya – I was overseeing the maid cleaning your room and sheets were showing what you guys were up to.

Me – Do you have any boy friend?

Priya – No, not got a chance so far.

Me – Are you virgin? (Ramesh was getting uncomfortable after hearing this question)

Priya konak escort – Yes.

Me – when are you planning to lost the tag?

Priya – I am always ready for it, once I have the chance.

Me – why don’t you join us? This could be your lucky day.

Ramesh was in shock but kept mum.

Priya – are you sure?

Me – of course

We ate the food and priya too joined us. We closed the door and started making out again.

One by one, clothes were removed and Priya was just looking at the things.

I called her and started kissing on her lips. This was first time I was kissing a girl. It felt nice. Our tongues explored each other.

Priya – did you had something salty this morning?

Me – yes, Ramesh came a lot.

We both giggled and continued kissing. I removed her top, and then bra. She had small boobs but they were quite firm.

Ramesh started kissing on her boobs. It was a sight, while we were kissing; Ramesh was busy exploring her body. She played with my boobs and fondled.

Ramesh rose up and asked Priya to lay down so that he can fuck her.

Me – Ramesh, I got her ready and you forget pussy.

Ramesh – don’t worry Priyanka, let me take Priya’s cherry your ass is the next in line.

Priya – are you planning to take this big tool in your ass?

Me – yes I had planned, but look like I am in trouble.

Ramesh started fucking Priya, I was sucking on her nipples. This lasted for around 30 minutes when Priya cried out and came heavily. I asked Priya to suck my nipples and asked Ramesh to fuck me as she had already came.

Ramesh declined and said he needs to feed the virgin pussy before he takes the next target. He kept pounding Priya to another orgasm and finally fed her pussy with white fluid.

I was feeling a desire to eat the cum, so I started sucking Priya’s pussy. I cleaned her and drank all cum from there.

Ramesh – Priyanka, you are such a slut.

Me – Thanks (unknowingly the words came from my mouth).

Priya – I agree with Ramesh, while he is great, you were wonderful konyaaltı escort Priyanka.

Both of us started eating each other out, and I had a massive orgasm.

Surprisingly, Ramesh was up again. I started sucking him again, while Priya was eating me.

Ramesh – now girl, it’s your turn, show me your ass

I turned over and Ramesh started playing with my ass. He first inserted one figure in my ass, it was painful but was relaxed after sometime. He inserted 2nd finger and I was like, hell take it back. Don’t, don’t.

Ramesh – Priya, put something in this bitch’s mouth, I am going to bleed his dirty little ass hole today

Priya stuffed my own panties on my mouth and Ramesh started inserting tip of his penis.

I was feeling intense pain, like being splitted into two. Ramesh kept going ignoring my pleas and started fucking me before I could relax. I had not expected him to be so rough; I thought that my performance before few minutes forced him to consider me a real slut.

After 5 minutes, the pain was gone and only pleasure was there. Moans were all around the room, Priya was also fingering my pussy and her 3 fingers were inside. It was a sight to see, 3 fingers in my cunt and hard cock banging my asshole.

Ramesh came soon, and so did I on her hand.

We all lied there for some time. Both of us, asked ramesh to fuck us again.

Ramesh – well ladies, you guys are a gang, but I have some limits, I have already came thrice. Looks like I am through for the day.

Me – Priya, do you know anybody who can feed both of us; I really want to have some meat between my pussy.

Priya – Will you fuck any random person?

Me – I don’t care Priya, all I want is some meat in my cunt, I had nothing since morning.

Ramesh – Well, if you girls want I can get a group of my friends come, but that will only happen tomorrow.

We all agreed to have a gang session next day, we also decided that we will bunk the school again.

Ramesh- I will have two friends join us tomorrow, does that suffice the need?

Priya – Well, looks like you will make me a slut too.

Me- what do you mean by too?

All of us were giggling.

Ramesh dropped me home. I opened the door and heard similar sounds coming from my sister’s room. First I thought it was the pounding I had and was dreaming but as I closed towards her room, there were sounds from her room in real.

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Nice day for it Bill thought as he drove down to a private beach at a friends house on the lake.

His buddy Jim was on a two week vacation with his wife Jill in Florida and had asked him to check on the house while they were gone. He had been given keys and had been told to use it as his own and enjoy. Just clean up after.

The house was a medium size log structure with an attached two car garage about two miles off the main road. A tree shaded green lawn sloped about fifty feet to a wide beach with a small dock and boat house.

Parking beside the house Bill entered, checked all the rooms, finding nothing wrong fixed a drink, changed to swim wear and went down to the beach.

Standing on the edge of the dock he realized how secluded this place was, dropped his trunks and dove in naked to enjoy the cool water on his bare body. It felt great swimming naked, alone in the privacy of the quiet beach.

After swimming for a while he climbed out and laid on the flat top of the boat house to dry and quickly dosed off.

Waking to the sound of car doors slamming he saw two women get out of an auto, grab towels and walk hand in hand to the dock.

Rolling over he watched them as they stopped at the edge and removed their clothing, stripping bare they dove in. Both were mid twenties, built nice with high firm tits, well rounded asses, one blond and the other with dark brown hair. Very, very nice.

They swam around for a few minutes then coming together in the water they hugged and kissed each other. After climbing out they laid on the dock and embraced, exchanging kisses and rubbing their tits together.

As Bill watched them they turned so each could suck a tit and then the blond moved down to kiss the pussy of the other girl. As she opened her legs and used her fingers to spread her cunt lips wide the blond lowered her face to the waiting moist treat.

His cock was hard as a rock from watching the two of them as they made love to each other. Too bad he couldn’t help, he would like to be down there with them and make love with either of them, or both.

Peering over the edge watching, fascinated, Bill started playing with his prick. Jacking off to the lewd sight on the dock, fucking a fist wasn’t as good as fucking a willing pussy but his hard cock needed some relief.

The girls were now each eating pussy, locked together in a hot 69. Each evidently enjoying the taste of the other. After a while they rolled apart satisfied and rising went back in the water.

Totally aroused by the scene below, Bill’s hand moved faster and faster on his stiff prick until it spurted an arch of white cum on the roof. Ooh, it felt so good.

With them in the water it seemed safe to retrieve his swim suit and retreat to the house but just as he was climbing down from the roof the blond came up on the dock not six feet from him.

Startled, they stood there for a few seconds then both asked at the same time. “Who are you, what are you doing here?”

Bill answered first saying “I’m Bill Rogers, a friend of Jim’s he asked me to take care of the place while they were away. What are you doing here?”

“I’m Joyce King, Jill’s cousin, she asked me to check the house once in a while.” She said. “And do you realize we are both kestel escort naked but I guess it’s to late to cover up now.”

“Yea it sure is.” Replied Bill. “I was on the roof sleeping when you got here, I saw it all”

“You saw all. Everything.”

“Who are you talking to?” came a voice from the water. “Joy, who is there?”

“Come on up Peg, we have company.” Joy called to her.

“I can’t, I don’t have any thing on, I’m bare naked.”

“Too late dear, he’s seen your bare ass already, mine too, plus he watched us before. Besides he’s naked too. So come on up.”

Peg’s head appeared over the edge, then she slowly climbed the rest of the way up the ladder. Gradually coming into view.

She was a beautiful girl, hourglass figure, firm breasts, not big, just nice. Her brown hair was shoulder length, wet from her swim it still had some curl. Walking naked toward him she held out her hand and said. ‘Hi I’m Peg”

“I’m happy to meet you.” Bill told Peg, taking her hand.

“I can see that your glad.” Said Joy. “Your prick is so happy it’s begging for attention.” As she wrapped her hand around his still half hard cock and pulled it gently toward herself.

“Is this for us or what.” She asked.

“If you can share I would be willing to try, who first?” Bill asked as he pulled her close, kissed her and caressed her breast.

Peg moved in close and the three started playing with each other, feeling tits, cock, pussys, asses. Building their desire higher and hotter. Lowering themselves to the deck they continued to touch and kiss.

Bill didn’t know which lovely body to make love to first, four nice tits and two wet, juicy pussys to choose from.

Bill laid on his back while Joy lowered her pussy over his face as Peg grasped his cock and licked the head then opening her lips engulfed the hard shaft into her mouth. Slowly sucking it deeper and deeper, finally getting all of his stiff length in she fucked him with her mouth.

This was Bill’s very first time with two girls at once. (He had often thought about it.) Now, a dream come true.

Parting the sparse hair around Joy’s cunt with his tongue Bill began to explore her womanhood. She tasted great, fresh clean pussy was to him a gourmet meal. Licking the wide lips as her lubricating juices began to flow, sweet favored pussy juice. Finding the hard clit he nibbled on it, causing her to grind her pussy into his face.

“Ooh, Oh, that feels good.” Moaned Joy. “Do me, eat me, I love my pussy to be eaten and licked.”

Peg quit sucking cock and was crouching over Bill. Holding onto and guiding his prick to the entrance of her body she lowered herself, wrapping her hot pussy around his stiff member. “Yes, this is what I need.” She thought. “Joy eats pussy nice, but a hard cock is good to find.”

As she got fucked by Bill, Peg reached both hands around and held on to Joy’s tits. Pulling her close, squeezing Joy’s tits and riding Bill’s cock soon had her on the edge. (This was also her first threesome.)

Peg was the first to climax, followed by Joy, and when Bill’s cum unloaded deep inside her, Peg came again.

“Wow, what an unexpected afternoon.” Joy said joyfully. “We came out here for some sex with each other but kırıkhan escort got more than what we bargained for, that was nice.” Gathering up their things they walked to the house talking and getting acquainted. They found that they had a few mutual friends and Bill had even dated a girl friend of theirs a few times before she got married.

They fixed a snack and turned on the TV. Nothing worth seeing till Bill found a bunch of videos with only dates, no titles. He got nosey and put one in the VCR and saw it was taken here on the beach. It showed seven people, all naked, running to the dock, diving in the water.

“My gosh, thats Jim, Jill, Mike, Sue, Carol, Bud and Alice, all family. The only one missing is Ralph.” exclaimed Joy.”

“He must be the one running the camera.” Answered Bill. “Do you know them all?”

“Yes, Mike and Ralph are Jims brothers. Alice is Jill’s sister, my other cousin.” Joy told them. “I’ve heard stories about some of them but never believed them till now.”

They watched the film as the group gathered together in the water and kissed and groped each other, moving from one to the next, then next. Finally paring off they all came out, laid on the grass and started to make love. Some fucking, some sucking.

The odd girl squatted over the face of one of the girls getting fucked to get her cunt sucked.

“We should try that.” Said Peg. “I would like to eat you while getting cock fucked.”

“Okay by me.” Said Bill. “How about you Joy, you game?” “Sounds like fun but after we see some more of these tapes. I want to see more of them at play first.” Joy said as she knelt on the floor close to the TV.

They were still naked so Bill got behind her, raised her ass and guided his hard again cock to her pussy. Fucking her doggie style while she watched as another orgy developed on the screen.

The three men and four women were now in a group so mixed up with each other that you couldn’t tell who was doing what to whom.

Peg moved over to be with them as they fucked and watched the people enjoy their orgy. “Its nice to watch but would be nicer to be there as part of the fun.” She said, as she fingered her pussy.

They spent the rest of the day watching the films. Sucking and fucking each other, in as many positions as they could with only three people.

“What we need is a few more bodies here to allow some variety like their having.” Said Joy as they relaxed, after watching more films.

Some showed just two or three couples, some had six or even more. A couple were of only women having lesbo fun. One was just men doing each other, sucking cocks and cornholing other men.

“I’ve never been in an orgy but I would like to, at least once just to try.” Bill said. ” This is my first threesome and I hope not my last.”

“Lets invite a few friendly friends and have a party.” Said Peg. “I would love being in a group and getting a lot of cock and cunt at the same time.”

“We can each call a couple we know and have a beach party and barbecue tomorrow.” Suggested Joy.

“Okay, sounds great. Lets do it.” Bill replied. “Each call and get a couple friends and see what happens.”

The next morning when Bill arrived he found Joy and Peg there with kızılay escort three couples, all were dressed casual in jeans and t-shirts.

As introductions were being made another car pulled in and four people got out, three guys and one girl. They came over to join the group.

“Listen up everyone!” Called Joy. “This is going to be a sexy party, we are all here to have fun so loosen up, the main rule is IF SOME ONE SAYS NO, THATS IT!!! Join in if you want to or just watch.”

Bill counted. “THIRTEEN! I hope thats a lucky number for today, or are more comming?”

“I hope everybody comes… at least a few times.” said one of the girls with Joy, laughing as she removed her t-shirt baring her lovely tits.

“Lets party.” Yelled Peg. As she ran to the beach, stripping down as she ran. Followed close by six or seven others. By the time they reached the water all were as naked as jay birds.

“Shall we join them?” asked Bill. “The last one in is a virgin.” Undressing, the rest followed.

The sight of seven horney young men and six sexy girls splashing bare naked in the shallow water was very erotic and the guys soon all sported hard cocks, delighting the girls who were soon deciding which one they wanted to love with first.

Peg was the first to grab a hard prick, kneeling in the water she started to give head. As they all watched and cheered her on. “SUCK, SUCK, Suck that stiff cock.

She wasn’t bashfull about it, she let him fuck her mouth while holding his ass with both hands to pull him closer. Loving the feel of a cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She wanted to give a show for the whole bunch of them. Sucking on this lovely cock she used her hand to jack it off, wanting a mouth full of cum. Soon she could tell that he was ready and taking him deep in her throat let the cum flow, tasting it and enjoying the feel as she swallowed his nectar.

As if this was a signal, the girls chose partners to have their first bit of sex with and soon the area was covered with couples engaged in all forms of sexual activity. Some were sucking on cocks while some were getting their pussy’s eaten. Fucking and 69ing.

Moans and groans of delight arose from all around the group.

Most were so close to each other that they were playing with the bodies next to them. They all were soon switching to different partners and continuing their fun.

There were more threesomes than any thing else. Two girls and one man or a woman getting fucked while sucking a another cock.

A few times the whole bunch was in one big group all connected in one way or another. Not caring how, this was really group sex at its best and wildest. Everyone enjoyed everyone.

After a time almost all had their fill of sex for a while and went swimming or just laid around eating or drinking. Getting their strength back before starting again. Everyone was still naked, enjoying the sun on their bodies.

Joy, Peg and Bill laid together talking about the party comparing notes. “Too bad we don’t have pictures of all this.” Said Peg. “They would be nice to watch later.”

“But we do.” Bill told her. “I set up three cameras last night and started them as things got started. After I edit them we will have some thing to remember this day by.”

After lunch the sex started again but not as hectic as before, just casual groupings and mostly oral sex. Two, three or four would get together for a short time then move on to someone else.

As the last car left Bill turned to the two girls and said. “I am beat, lets go to bed and SLEEP!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dusky Rose (KOI 13)

Columbia. June, 1974

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sherrie’s… stuff?” Becca asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“All her Barbies,” Becca continued to observe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We were laughing.

“Doggone her.

“Doggone her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How the heck do these things work?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Corny,” he mumbled.

Becca huffed, sympathetically.

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

“At Joe ‘n’ Judy’s,” he went on.

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

“You’re kidding,” I said.

It was Gary’s turn to be amazed.

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

We rode on in silence for a while.

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

“Faster, though,” I said.

“Younger,” said Gary.

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

“Becky’s like that,” argued Gary.

I paused.

“Sometimes,” I agreed.

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

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

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

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

The light turned green.

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

“Well, since you asked…”

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girl’s smile turned to a chimpanzeelike pucker.

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

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

“I want you both,” the girl murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohh! Gimme…”

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

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

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

It smells like Dusky Rose.

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

“Now! Hurry! Hurry hurrry hrrry!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two squealing country bumpkins on my trailer sofa.

“Oh, o DAR-lin’!”

Somewhere in the aether, a curtain was coming down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or maybe not.

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

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

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Author’s note:

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

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

*****

“Hon, wake up. Susan’s gone.”

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

“Uh? Gone? Where’d she go?”

“She was gone when I woke up.”

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

“Oh no. What did we do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, did it?”

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

“Then what, Melissa?”

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

“So if I slept with anyone else…”

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

“Melissa!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan nodded as she thumbed Melissa’s number.

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

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

“Susan? What the hell?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, that was a first for me.”

“Why did you leave?”

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

“So, no regrets?”

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

I just stared. “What?”

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

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

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

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

“Seriously?”

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

We hugged. Susan rested her head against my shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan made a face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan reached down to guide me into her.

I was soft.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We sat up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh…”

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

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

~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can… can he do it?”

I looked at Melissa. She smirked and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The room seemed chilly as Melissa glowered at her friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A little quick on the draw today?”

“Thanks to you. What’s going on?”

“What?”

“Marcie, I know you too well.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack?”

She must have seen the wheels turning inside of me.

“Jack, this is not an insult.”

“No, of course.” Uh, I hope.

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

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack, I’m not a lesbian.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I should have known Nadia was behind this.”

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

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

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

“Marcie, what are you saying?”

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

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

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

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nadia took my hand and headed for the steps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turns out, I’m quite a toe sucker.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marcie groaned out, “That was wonderful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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