Caught With a Hard-On

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I’m writing about a recent experience that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. I’m 18 years old but am very shy and haven’t dated much, although I do like girls. I have two older sisters who are both very sexy and popular.

Just last month, my sister Angela, who is 19, had some friends over for a sleepover. They’re all in college but were friends in high school and still hang out together during long weekends and on breaks. Our parents were on a trip and I was upstairs reading in my room, when I got bored and decided to see what they were doing. As fate would have it, they had just decided to start a game of strip poker, and my sister’s best friend Annie, who had a knockout body and is very outgoing, suggested that I join them.

I was shocked at the idea and also surprised to see that they were drinking wine in the house and stood there not knowing what to say. My sister, whom I was surprised to see was getting very drunk, then spoke up and said that I should go back upstairs and leave them alone, but the other girls teased her and said that it was time for me to learn how to play. I was mortified at the idea and didn’t have any interest in playing, though I did have a crush on Annie and would have loved to see her body. But the girls quickly moved in and encouraged etiler escort me to stay, soon making me feel more comfortable by telling me that we could stop anytime and that since their boyfriends were not there, they needed me to keep them company.

With that encouragement, I agreed to stay. After a couple of hours, we all were down to only our underwear. I had turned beet red from embarrassment, but every time I started to get up to leave, they pulled me down to my chair and made me stay. I turned to look over at my sister, who had taken a break from playing and had sat down on the sofa and was surprised to see that she had passed out. There I was with 4 sexy college-aged girls whom I had known for years with only my underwear on and them in their bras and panties.

Worried about being seen naked, I begged them to let me stop. Annie smiled and said,

“Why don’t we say that the loser of the next hand has to submit and be a slave to the others for one hour.”

Seeing no way out, I reluctantly agreed.

As luck would have it, I quickly lost the next hand. They conferred among themselves and said that I would have to let them tie me up. This terrified me, but faced with the alternative of something worse, I agreed.

When the final knot was tied, beşiktaş escort Annie and Clarissa told me, through their giggles, that they were going to tickle torture me. I strained violently against the ties, but to no avail.

Soon after the tickling started, I felt, to my horror, that I was getting an erection. I had only kissed girls a few times before and had never even gotten to second base, yet here I was with a hard on in front of my sister’s best friends, only in my underwear.

Annie soon noticed my predicament. After checking to be soon that my sister was still passed on, she walked over to the dresser and brought back a pair of scissors and some lotion.

The third girl, Melanie, who was always very quiet and reserved, looked with great wonder and Annie and asked, “What are you doing?”

Annie laughed and said, “It’s time you learn what makes a guy happy, Mel. Watch closely.”

Then Annie quickly cut off my underwear and exposed my throbbing hard on for them all to see. Deeply embarrassed, I remained quiet and subdued, praying that my erection would subside but feeling it somehow become more insistent with each moment as this embarrassing scene playing itself out.

Annie poured some lotion on my cock and started gliding her expert taksim escort hands up and down. I didn’t know where to look but kept finding my gaze wandering to the luscious tits, barely encased in sexy bras, all around me. Then I noticed Clarissa, who had sat down on the bed beside me and was giggling as she rubbed my chest and put her hands in my hair. I checked out her panties and noticed that a very wet spot was forming in the crotch of her crossed legs. She soon noticed my stare and asked, “Do you see something you like? Would you like to see more?”

Then she stretched her legs out over my body and slowly peeled her soaking panties off. Now naked except for her bra, she sat spread-eagled by my face and pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers. “How is this, sweetie? Have you ever seen one of these before?”

Staring at her hot, swollen pussy and watching her fingers slide in and out of her crack put me over the edge. I felt my toes curl and my legs began to shake. Melanie watched intently as Annie continued expertly jacking me off and Clarissa exposed herself. Just then I groaned and felt an enormous geyser begin spewing out of my turgid cock. Annie milked me dry as multiple spurts of hot come sprayed over everything.

I felt incredible feeling of release, mixed with great embarrassment. Melanie sensed my feelings and comforted me by getting a warm washcloth and cleaning me up. But when I asked her to untie me, she said, “Not yet. Now it’s mine turn to play with your thing for a while.”

That’s another story.

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Carmen’s Fantasies Ch. 4

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After locking the door to her office, Carmen slipped out of her dress and admired herself in the full-length mirror mounted on her office wall. Her new bra and panties, both midnight black and get-me-wet sexy, looked terrific on her thirty-something body. Succumbing to vanity, she felt herself up for a few moments before booting up her computer and going on-line. Her own image always got her in the mood to see other naughty women, and she checked a favorite bookmark to see if the site had been recently updated. As the pixels filled in, a blowzy blonde in her forties materialized on the screen, introducing herself as Cumly Carol and promising fulfillment–for a small fee–to all who harbored a taste for the truly nasty stuff.

A longtime member of Carol’s club, Carmen used her password to get inside, then clicked on the new pics icon, happy to see that a fresh batch of photos had been added showing the voluptuous older woman battling various vegetables and kitchen implements in her trailer house kitchen, assailing them with her hairy, scary pubes and always claiming victory. Each pic was a doozy in itself, suitable for framing, and Carmen, ever the academic, downloaded the entire file for future reference and study.

After e-mailing her positive comments to the website’s talented hostess, Carmen browsed through the banners of sponsors that Carol called her “friends.” All were highly recommended, of course, but one caught Carmen’s eye since it came with a warning, cautioning all of its extreme hard-core content. Clicking on the banner at once, she was magically transported to a Denmark website that offered a free introductory visit to all of Carol’s customers.

Never one to refuse a gift, Carmen entered the site and was immediately greeted by two young animal lovers, for the way the girls petted and kissed and competed for the favors of their big, four-legged friend showed a deep concern for his happiness and well-being, especially when they coaxed the dog to come on their faces. Utterly disgusted by the girls’ depraved behavior, Carmen frowned like a censor while copying the movie to her disk. The other movies and photos she viewed were equally raunchy and offensive, forcing her to fill out an application and join up at once. The credit card transaction taking mere seconds, she was now allowed access to the extensive archives, a huge collection of bestiality and other forms of perverse sex available to members in several formats, including wallpaper and screen-savers.

Leaning back in her chair with her heels propped on the desk, Carmen slipped a hand into her panties to stroke her aroused bush. The erotic images on her screen were good, but how much better they’d be if they featured her favorite graduate student instead! Clearly, it was time to call on Sandy to star in another fantasy, and this one promised to be the most sordid of all.

It’s midday, sunny and hot, and Sandy has just come from a painful meeting with one of her female professors who has criticized her work to the point of ridicule, accusing her of being lazy and undisciplined and even questioning her right to be in college. Sandy takes the dressing-down hard, her poor self-image suffering another blow and making her feel that she should be scrubbing toilets in some seedy hotel instead of masquerading as a graduate student.

To make matters worse, the meeting has caused her to miss her bus. Though she’s wearing a light cotton dress unbuttoned in front as far as good morals allow, she’s still very uncomfortable and is sweating profusely, the perspiration soaking her bra and running down her belly. It’s a long walk to her apartment, one to be taken on treeless streets and burning sidewalks, but she takes her new heels off anyway, preferring scorched feet to stinging blisters.

An old Plymouth cruises by, then pulls up ahead by the curb. As Sandy plods by, a familiar face pokes out the window and asks if she’d like a lift. It’s the young brunette who often drives the bus leaving campus, and she tells Sandy that it’s her day off, and that it’s way too hot for anyone to walk. But there’s something about the girl’s toothy smile that makes Sandy squirm. She’s seen it many times in the rearview mirror of the bus, often after being involved in highly embarrassing situations. Even now the girl seems to look at her knowingly, as if saying, “I know what you like to do, so don’t deny it!”

Sandy wants to refuse the ride, but her conscience overrules her, arguing that she keeps to herself far too much and that she should try to be more sociable. But after getting in, she discovers that the car lacks air conditioning. The front seat is hot enough to fry bacon, and the heat passing through her flimsy dress practically singes her buttocks. Of lesser torment are the flies that go after her as if she were rotting meat. The driver, introducing herself as Vicki, wears a dirty, sleeveless T-shirt, low-cut on the sides, that allows a peek at her breasts pendik escort when her arms are raised and a view of her hairy armpits as well. Completing her ensemble is a pair of skin-tight, white leggings that haven’t seen a washing for weeks.

Unaffected by the heat or the flies, Vicki makes small talk with Sandy, asking about her classes and her teachers and peppering her language with vulgarity as they crawl through an endless series of red lights. “Fucking” is her favorite adjective, and she employs it in practically every sentence. And when Sandy tells her about the horrible meeting that she’s just experienced, the young woman simply laughs it off, crudely suggesting that her teacher just wants her to put out–but not in an academic way. Now stalled at an intersection due to an accident involving a motorcycle and a young mother, the heat nearly overwhelms the redhead, and Vicki offers her a warm beer to help her cool off. Though it tastes sour, Sandy drinks it anyway to replenish her lost fluids and drive the flush from her cheeks.

After getting away from the congested campus streets, Sandy sighs with relief, closing her eyes and slumping back in the seat and throwing her feet up on the dash to take full advantage of the air blowing through the windows. Her dress falls down her sloping legs baring her milky thighs, and Vicki gets a glimpse of her red bush after turning the vent fan on high. The heat and the beer and the drone of the engine make Sandy woozy, but something doesn’t feel right. Sitting up, she notices that they’re nowhere near her apartment but are headed out of town. She points this out to Vicki who slaps herself on the forehead and says, “You dumb-fuck!” Though it’s directed at herself, Sandy takes it personally, being primed to apply the lash to her own psyche.

Vicki explains that she had simply headed home out of habit, adding that since they’re so close to the trailer park where she lives with her fucking dad, why didn’t they continue on where they could cool off for a bit and down a few cold ones?

Though uneasy with her suggestion and language, Sandy can’t see how she can refuse, and when Vicki lights up a joint and passes it to her, she again feels forced to accept the girl’s offer, rationalizing that the smoke will shoo away the flies. It doesn’t. Rather, they seem to ride the fumes straight into her head, for in spite of being careful to take only a small drag, her brain immediately starts buzzing, the blood rushing to her face as if she were riding in the car upside-down.

Grinning at her reaction and seemingly anxious to get her high, Vicki urges her to take a really big hit, and thinking it might stop the buzzing, Sandy fully–and foolishly–inhales. Instantly, bright lights begin popping off before her eyes as if she were a famous runway model being photographed by her ardent fans. Slumping back on the seat with her legs thrown apart like some bad girl coming home from a date with twenty guys, she’s assailed by a swirl of disturbing images that makes her pant and sweat like a dog, unaware that her dress has blown up to her waist, and that Vicki is having trouble keeping her eyes on the road.

They keep driving for another twenty minutes, bouncing through the poorer parts of town where rusting cars are considered lawn ornaments and muddy-faced children are allowed to run naked. But this area is Park Avenue compared to the community they enter after pulling off the highway onto a dirt road. The trailer park apparently caters to the downwardly mobile and the perpetually unemployed, for several of the tenants are milling around their metal palaces drinking beer, chain-smoking, and incessantly shouting at their huge, barking dogs. The men, lean and shirtless, have long greasy hair and look like carnival workers recently paroled.

The women, however, are more corpulent, sporting relaxed abdomens and sagging breasts, and they’ve crammed their fleshy figures into spandex attire that makes them look like two dollar hookers willing to come down on their price. Now partially recovered, Sandy feels dirty just looking at these low-lifes, but Vicki waves at her seedy neighbors as if they were intimate friends, joking to her passenger about the park’s racy motto: “You come in a virgin–and go out a whore.”

As Sandy muses about the slogan, wondering if the stress should be placed on the prepositions or the verbs, the Plymouth runs out of gas in front of a battered trailer that looks like it had flirted with a tornado and got raped as a result. A sagging clothesline connects it to a dying tree, allowing the laundry pinned on the moldy rope–mainly yellowed bras and men’s briefs–to drag on the ground. Not counting the dog shit, the yard itself is bare and colorless except for a single folding chair that has a hole in the seat, and a pair of plastic flamingos lewdly positioned so that one appears to be giving the other head; for no flowers can be seen anywhere, only prickly şişli escort weeds, and if there ever was any grass around the place, the tenants probably smoked it.

The trailer itself is suitably coordinated with the yard, what with the door hanging on one hinge and the soiled curtain dangling out a window, suggesting that either the trailer’s owners are blind or suffer assorted work allergies. But to their credit, they’re clearly nature lovers, for though an empty metal trash can sits lonely nearby, a pile of paper sacks, all groaning with garbage, adorns the aluminum steps, the leaking residue from the discarded TV dinners and beer cans drawing a host of grateful insects and rats.

Disoriented as much by the squalor as by the drugs in her system, Sandy gets out of the car like a zombie, dumbly following Vicki like one of the big dogs who comes over to greet her and copulate with her leg. Her only thought is to get out of the heat and recover her senses. But her dazed condition has left her unbalanced, and she stumbles on the steps and falls onto the trash. Instead of helping her up, Vicki just laughs as if she were part of the garbage, thrown onto the pile after her usefulness was spent, for her dress is now torn, having caught on something jagged, and is rapidly developing permanent stains, the cotton material soaking up rank beer and rancid grease like a dish rag. Feeling saturated with filth, she doesn’t see how Vicki can laugh, but her conscience thinks it’s hilarious, announcing in a mocking voice that she’s just been baptized into the elite ranks of the poor white trailer park trash.

Since Sandy is incapable of extricating herself, Vicki mercifully lends her a hand, jerking her to her feet and kindly brushing the crud off her damp rear end, and after performing the task more thoroughly than is necessary, she loops her arm around the redhead’s waist and escorts the woozy redhead inside. But Sandy discovers that the interior of the trailer offers scant relief, being cooled by a single, noisy fan whose overworked motor produces more heat than the blades can disperse. Everything in the place looks filthy–especially the adult magazines left in plain sight–and the floor is strewn with a variety of eyesores, including beer cans, cigarette butts, dirty underwear, jumper cables, rat traps, and assorted car parts. Making no comment, Sandy sinks into the tattered sofa where Vicki dumps her, trying to avert her eyes from the mess but finding unsettling sights everywhere she looks.

After going to the kitchen, Vicki returns with a couple of cheap generic beers, then plops herself down beside her guest and lights up another joint. The beer tastes as sour as the one in the car, but it’s cold and feels good going down Sandy’s throat, though the grass her hostess passes her makes it burn again like acid.

One of the dogs that had welcomed them home now invites himself to their party, nosing his way through the open door and immediately coming over to sniff Vicki’s guest. Though intimidated by the huge hound, Sandy extends her hand and offers to “shake” with him, assuming that his owner has taught him that trick. But Duke is no gentleman, having learned a less formal greeting, and he passes up her hand to stick his nose under her dress, growing excited as if something tasty was hiding between her legs.

“He always does that,” Vicki says, doing nothing to discourage the hound or protect her struggling guest. “My dad got him for my mom as a fucking wedding present, but she and Duke didn’t hit it off, so he kicked her out but kept the fucking dog. And now Duke’s picked up all of Dad’s fucking habits. But then, men are all fucking dogs, you know.”

Since the sofa has several broken springs, Sandy has literally sunk into the cushions, and with her knees now level with her shoulders, it’s nearly impossible for her to sit up and apply any resistance. Duke seems to know this and takes full advantage of her predicament, working his muzzle up her legs and taking her dress with it until her pubes are exposed.

“I never wear fucking panties either,” Vicki says, grinning at Sandy’s red curls while taking a big swig of beer. Duke, thirsty himself, lashes at the salty pussy with his huge tongue, causing it’s owner to flinch.

“Let him have a fucking lick or two,” Vicki says, “or he’ll never leave you alone.” Evidently speaking from experience, she acts as if nothing were wrong with the action.

However, Sandy has no intention of surrendering to Duke’s desires. But just as she is about to slap his muzzle, her inner voice intrudes.

“He’s not hurting you, so why hurt him? And since Vicki sees nothing wrong with it, why should you? Do you think your morals are higher? She was nice enough to give you a lift and make you a guest in her home. Do you now wish to insult her by making a scene? Besides, we both know that Duke’s attentions feel good, and don’t deny it! Besides, you’ve fantasized about tuzla escort being licked in such a manner, and now’s your chance to experience it. So rather than punish the dog, reward him and enjoy his hot kisses!”

The sudden intrusion of her conscience startles rather than soothes Sandy, and though she’s not convinced by the arguments, she stops struggling and cradles the dog’s head in her hands, giving Vicki the impression that she’s guiding him to her pussy. But Sandy’s eyes contradict her apparent eagerness, growing big like Duke’s member as she watches him lick, and a prurient expression comes over her face when his fleas jump into her bush.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Vicki says, echoing Sandy’s conscience and leaning in close to watch. “I let him get me off that way if I’m really fucking horny, but then he always wants me to do him in return. But he never does me like that! God, look at him go down on you! He clearly loves your fucking cunt, and it’s pretty obvious that you adore him! I’m gonna have to get a fucking picture of this!”

Vicki jumps off the sofa to rummage through a mess in a corner until she finds her instamatic lying amid many boxes of film. Sandy wants to loudly protest against the outrageous idea, but her conscience is quick to silence her with a harsh reprimand and punishes her rebellion with a fierce headache. Forced to give in to lessen the pain, she submissively allows Vicki to pull her dress up around her waist but lacks the spirit to say, “Cheese!”, and the photo that results shows an unsmiling redhead getting eaten by a grinning dog.

Pleased with the subject matter but unsatisfied with the execution, Vicki snaps off a few more shots, coaxing a sort of smile out of Sandy by pouring beer on her gash. This pleases Duke immensely, and he redoubles his efforts, causing the redhead to grimace, which at least puts a curl on her lips. Vicki is happier with the new photos but, knowing she can do better, she experiments by changing her angle and repositioning her model’s legs, being careful not to cut off Sandy’s face since identification made all such pictures more personal and really come to life.

While Duke keeps licking Sandy’s pussy like an addict, Vicki rejoins her spellbound guest on the sofa to critique the photos with her. “These first ones are sort of weird because of that fucking look on your face,” she begins. “But I really like this one where you can see his fucking tongue open you up wide. I should have spread your fucking legs apart for all of them, but then it’s also nice to have variety. What do you think?”

The thoughts going through Sandy’s head are beyond the realm of language, though a series of high-pitched wails would come close to conveying them. But her inner voice prevents her from dashing out of the trailer and heading for a cliff, scolding her for her uppity manners and threatening to punish her with harsh cramps if she does anything to insult her kind hostess. So she moves not a muscle to interfere when Vicki, seeing that she’s sweating, thoughtfully removes her dress. And she doesn’t bat an eye when the girl, noticing that her bra is soaked, squeezes the bulging cups to wring them out. Wearing a non-committal expression like a strip poker veteran–except for wincing when Duke hits a sensitive spot–Sandy appears to be agreeable to her hostess’ courtesy, especially when her nipples swell like ripe grapes.

“Let’s just take this fucking thing off,” Vicki says, unclasping Sandy’s bra to free the big breasts cruelly trapped inside. “Your fucking tits must be suffocating in there and–God! You’re really fucking stacked, aren’t you! And look at your fucking nipples! Mine aren’t nearly as big, but I still think they’re nice. What do you think?”

Removing her T-shirt, Vicki strikes a teasing titty pose with her hands behind her head, but what stands out are the clumps of hair gracing her armpits. Up to now, she’s made no real move on her guest as all her actions could be explained away. But though she’s eager to sample the redhead like Duke, she delays her desires, taking Sandy’s bra and dress outside to pin on the clothesline–making the trip topless.

Returning to her naked guest, Vicki figures it’s now or never. She’s confident that her advances won’t be spurned, for Sandy has done nothing to repulse her so far and appears to be like-minded. Now strutting over to the sofa as if entering a gay bar, she pats Duke’s head and asks him how’s it’s going. Then wearing the lusty grin of a lez on the make, she straddles Sandy’s lap as if plopping down on the nearest barstool.

“Hey babe,” she begins, running her fingers through Sandy’s red tresses. “What do you say you and me get to know each other better?”

The redhead already knows that the girl drives a bus and apparently grew up on a farm, for Vicki grasps her jugs like a milkmaid and manipulates the nipples. When Sandy replies with small moans–the only objections her conscience will allow–Vicki interprets them as pleasurable and continues her titty play, taking delight in stretching out her pink buds and watching them snap back. But though she sucks them till they grow as hard as walnuts, she receives nothing in return.

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Busted at Work

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I’m sitting at my cubicle doing my work when my boss, Angie, comes to my desk. I didn’t mind at all cause she’s a sexy older woman. She’s about 35 with a real tight body, big tits, brown hair, and blue eyes. The problem was that she said that she needed to see me in her office at 5:30 tonight.

Normally, I would be excited about that too, but me and a colleague, Tom, have been cheating on our expense reports to the tune of about $4,000 each over the last 6 months. So, I am nervous as hell, because I REALLY need this job and I know Tom is in the same boat.

5:30pm rolls around and the office is pretty much empty. Tom and I both head toward Angie’s office and knock on the door. She sternly says, “Come in.” We enter to see her sitting on her desk with her sexy legs crossed. She’s wearing black stockings, a black knee high skirt, and a white blouse that is barely holding her sweet tits inside. “She puts down her pieces of paper and says, “Sit down boys.” We both sit on the couch looking like sad puppy dogs. She started to pace in front of us detailing what we have been doing with our expense reports. We were so busted. She went on to tell us that she could fire us right now and make us pay back the $8,000. Tom started apologizing profusely and basically begged for his job, saying he would do anything to keep his job. She asked me if keeping my job was that important to me. I said, “Yah, I really do need this job.”

She thought for a minute and walking to the door she said in a sexy, evil voice, “Well, then maybe you 2 young men would help me fulfill a fantasy of mine in exchange for sparing your jobs?” She locked the door and turned toward us, waiting for our reply.

We both nodded yes and she said, “Good, then lose the clothes, boys.” We obliged kartal escort and got naked as she watched intently and piled our discarded clothes in the corner.

Then Angie made me lay on my back on the carpeted floor as she started to tell us the rules of her game, her fantasy. She said in the sexiest of voices, “You young men are gonna suck each others cocks until one of you cums. The one of you that makes the other guy cum is the winner and will NOT lose his job. The other guy has to work a little harder for his job.” Holy shit, I’m not gay or bi…I never touched another man, but there wasn’t much I could do here. We protested, but Angie wasn’t hearing it. It was this or our jobs.

She positioned Tom in a 69 position with me on the floor and he immediately grabbed my cock and started sucking and pumping with his hand. I had no choice, so I grabbed the base of his semi-hard prick and guided it toward my mouth. I took Tom’s cock between my lips and began sliding my mouth up and down his shaft.

This wasn’t so bad I thought, so I began sliding his dick in and out of my wet mouth faster and faster. His cock got harder by the second as I sucked on his meat. My dick was hard as hell as he worked on my hot pole. Man, Tom really knew how to suck a cock. I was wondering if he had done it before.

I took his prick out of my mouth and slid my tongue down the shaft to his swollen balls. I licked and sucked them for a minute. Tom let out a muffled moan and released some precum as I did that, so I’m sure he liked it.

As I licked the precum from his fat cock head and took him back inside my mouth I noticed Angie was on the couch with her skirt and panties off!!!! Her hand was between her thigh-high covered legs working her clit. Oh my bayrampaşa escort god, was that is fucking sexy!!!! That sight put me over the edge and I was about to cum, so I pumped Tom’s cock as hard and fast as I could.

It was no use, because I exploded. He pulled his mouth off my prick just in time as I spurted streams of cum all over my own stomach. I released Tom’s dick from my mouth and lay there in defeat with a load of my own cum on my stomach. Angie hoped up and said to me, “Now you stay right there. Good boy, Tom, looks like you can keep your job and you get to fuck my tight pussy if you want.”

Angie walked around toward my head and knelt down with a knee on either side of my head. She got close to me and whispered to me and whispered, “You are a terrible cock sucker and you will do whatever I say if you want to keep your job, you got it?” I nodded, which made her smile.

Angie then put her left hand on my chest and scooped cum off my stomach with her slender, sexy fingers. She brought her fingers to my lips and said, “Clean up this mess if you want to work here tomorrow.” I took a deep breath and stared at her light blue eyes as I opened my mouth. She slid those 2 fingers into my mouth as I tasted my cum for the first time. It was salty and thick as it went down my throat and I sucked on her fingers for a bit.

Angie moaned, “Ummmmm, you like getting fed your own cum, don’t you my little cum sucking bitch?”. I just nodded.

Then she leaned over me on all 4’s, so I was staring right up at her shaven, dripping wet pussy. Angie said sternly, “Don’t you dare eat my sweet cunt until I tell you to.”

She flipped her hair and turned to Tom, “It’s all yours, big boy.”

Tom got behind her, grabbed her merter escort perfect hips, and got to work. My face was inches from Angie’s wet hole as Tom’s cock head parted her pussy lips and disappeared inside. I watched as his cock went in dry and came out soaked with her pussy juices. Tom began to fuck Angie pretty hard, so hard that his balls slapped me in the forehead and nose a couple times. Angie moaned loudly and then began to lick the rest of my cum off my stomach.

Tom didn’t last very long, maybe because of my sucking before, but he came right inside her pussy. She looked back and said, “Don’t tell me you came in my pussy you little fuck.” Tom apologized and slid his cock out of her fuck hole.

As he took it out, his man meat was 2 inches from my face and slick with their combined juices. Angie said, “Oh well, looks like my little jizz taster has another helping coming his way.” as she went to sit on my face. I moved just in time to get her pussy right on my cheek. That pissed her right off.

“You could eat my creampie like a good little bitch or pack your desk up now!”

It was too late to turn back now, so I turned my head to get my medicine. She lowered her shaved cunt toward my mouth. I could see Tom’s creamy load dripping from her well-fucked slit.

I stuck my tongue out and ran it from Angie’s clit to her ass hole. I caught a huge wad of Tom’s jizz on my tongue. I swallowed it down as my face was now covered in their combined love juices.

Tom’s cum was more salty than mine, but surprisingly I didn’t mind the taste at all. That’s good because Angie started grinding her sloppy pussy in my face and two smaller loads of Tom’s cum gushed into my mouth.

I licked and sucked at Angie’s pussy until she was content with my work. Then she got up and said to me, “You could keep your job for now, but I may need your clean up services again, you dirty little cum slut.”

So, I got up, got dressed, and went home with 2 loads of cum in my belly and a job to come back to tomorrow.

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Candace Sucks Cocks

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All my lady friends really enjoy having their pussies eaten and I love being the one who does it for them. There are several ways of making love and I enjoy all of them but eating a sumptuously juicy pussy is my very favorite. Candace is a pretty, light-skinned African American woman who seems to be my opposite number. Her favorite method of making love is sucking cocks and swallowing all the cum the men can give her but she also loves having her pussy eaten. When I call on her I usually go with two other men. That way, she can satisfy her desire to suck us all off and I get to bury my face between her legs and eat her delightful pussy. Or course, the other men and I really enjoy getting sucked off by a Candace’s skilled mouth so all of us have a wonderful time.

The last time I had a date to make love with her, I called Frank the day before. He had been sucked off twice the other time he had been with Candace and was quite eager to experience her warm and talented mouth again. He also thought that one of his co-workers might be a good choice to join us. “George,” he suggested. “I have this buddy here named Sam who is as horny as I am and I know he would love to get some. I think Candy would like him too.”

Usually, besides Frank, I have brought along either John or Steven to sex parties, sometimes both, but those two guys are really hung and Candace has always told me that she actually gets less enjoyment from sucking such big cocks. I have heard other women or gay men make that same comment so I told Frank to ask Sam to come along.

The two men were waiting for me after they got off work. Frank is a young man with blonde hair and green eyes, very appealing to some women, and I knew he would cum at least twice, providing two good loads of semen for Candace to savor and swallow. Sam is an African-American, somewhat darker than Candace and about the same age as Frank. There are some simple rules, that I consider to be very reasonable, on occasions like this one, and the main one was that Candace would be in charge. Whatever sex acts she wanted, she would get. Since none of her wants are unreasonable, and we all knew what they would be, nobody would ever have any problems.

“George, I’m really glad to see you guys,” Candace told me after I had introduced her to Sam and all three of us had kissed her hello. Even though an ocean of semen has passed through her mouth, none of us had any problem with sticking his tongue in there.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a cock in my mouth or a tongue in my pussy and I expect to make up for lost time with you guys,” she continued. Candace is never coy about what she likes or why we were there.

None of us were coy or the least bit hesitant and we all headed for her bedroom. The bed had been prepared with pillows piled up against the headboard so Candace could lean against them and another pillow further out from the pile. The last one would go under her ass to elevate her pussy to the best position for eating. I was honored that she chose me to undress, and I started to return the favor. My shirt was off and I had removed her blouse and was starting to unhook her bra when Candace noticed that the other two men were still fully dressed, and watching us.

“C’mon, you guys; get undressed,” she commanded. “I can’t do anything with your cocks while you still have your pants on.” They hurriedly started to remove their offending garments. Like me, Candace believes that the best sex requires everybody to completely disrobe.

With all of us naked, she positioned herself on the bed with her back propped against the pile of pillows and the other one under her ass. All three of us knew what to do next and Sam and Frank knelt close to her on opposite sides, each leaning one arm against the headboard, so Candace could move her head back and forth between the two men while she was sucking them off. She smiled lewdly when she saw Frank’s cock, looking like a large banana, and Sam’s, looking like a big round chocolate bar. I was glad to see that Sam was not the mythical hung black superstud, because that would have been less fun for the woman who would be sharing pleasure with him. He appeared to be hung slightly smaller than Frank, and about the same as me. All three of us were well equipped to give the lady’s mouth a good and not overpowering time.

Candace held the base of one shaft in either hand and started by stroking Frank’s cock a few times with her mouth, taking it out and licking her saliva off the tip. Next, she did the same thing for Sam. After the two cocks had been briefly in her mouth, she grinned broadly, knowing our session would be a lot of fun.

“These are some really good guys you brought me today, George. I’m going to have a lot of fun and so are they.” After telling us that, Candace kissed Sam’s cock and slowly drew Frank’s between her lips.

I would be giving her another reason to enjoy our session and I knelt between her outstretched legs so she kadıköy escort could sling them over my shoulders and I could wrap my arms around her thighs and bury my fingers in her pubic hair. Candace’s pussy had that aroused, musky aroma that is such a big turn-on for men, and her juices were flowing from what she had already done and from anticipating much more before the day was over. That is the most delightful combination I know of and, after immensely enjoying the fragrance, I leaned forward to relish the taste.

As my tongue sluiced up her juices, Candace was murmuring happily, partly from what my mouth was starting to do, but mostly from what the two cocks were doing for her. Some of the porno movies I have seen include a woman switching back and forth while sucking off two men but Candace is the only woman I know of who actually prefers doing it like that. Her mouth took a dozen slow, deep strokes of Frank’s cock, looked up adoringly at the man who was already giving her so much fun, and did the same for Sam. From one to the other and back, she moved her face, bringing both men along slowly and building to their climaxes.

For Candace, the best part of sucking a cock is feeling and tasting the semen as it spurts onto her tongue but she likes everything else about it too. She especially loves the sensation of the stiff shaft plunging between her lips and filling her mouth, but not so full that she can’t move it around inside, licking it and feeling it against the back of her throat. To get the maximum enjoyment for them and her, she was sucking the two men slowly so she could prolong everybody’s pleasure while building up to the best part.

I was bringing Candace along slowly too. After pleasing my tongue with the juices she had already produced, I started licking between one pair of her pussy lips, covering the entire surface of both labia many times over, until I reached the point where the two inner lips merge to form her clit hood. Carefully, I touched her sweet love toy that was already crowding out from under its protective hood, reveling in the spongy feel against my tongue. From the brief contact, she produced another gush of delicious juices and her pussy started fucking into my face.

“That feels great, George, but not too fast. I want to get a big mouthful of jazz from both these guys before I cum,” Candace interrupted what she was doing to tell me. She would much rather suck the two cocks than talk so she didn’t say any more; she just took Frank’s cock all the way into her mouth again, murmuring happily as it pressed against the back of her throat, and resumed caressing it with her lips. I know from my own experience that her tongue was fondling the shaft as she stroked it in and out.

As she sucked his cock, I could hear Frank sighing and moaning and I knew he was getting close to cumming. Candace knew it too and wanted to delay it, so she took it out of her mouth and concentrated on sucking Sam’s. One of the reasons she likes two at a time is that she can control the action and delay the men’s climaxes. This lets her take a longer time and enjoy the feel of a hard shaft in her mouth for more total time than if she were to suck them off one right after the other. After having brought Frank to the verge of his climax, she let his ardor cool off while her mouth spent a long time stroking the cock of Sam, until he was also almost ready to cum.

Candace has an unusually lovely pussy and I was really enjoying the visual part of what I was doing. All pussies are beautiful, especially when I am eating them, but those of African American women have a special quality. I really loved the contrasts of her light brown skin, her black pubic hair, her dark, almost purple inner lips that were swollen with arousal and the silky pink of her vagina and engorged clit. Besides the visual beauty, I reveled in the spongy feel of her labia against my tongue and the way her pussy was fucking into my face. The best parts of all, though, were the delightful aroma of Candace’s pussy and the taste of her juices as they flowed freely. Just as she loves everything about sucking a cock, I loved everything about eating her pussy.

She and the two men she was sucking off were having a great time and they all wanted to prolong the pleasure as much as they could. However, all three of them were aware that the men would cum eventually, and Candace knew the time was close for both of them. After bringing Sam to the verge of his climax, she took Frank back into her eager mouth but with just a few caresses of her lips, he was also ready to cum. Knowing that the men would be unable to hold out much longer, she tightened her mouth on Frank’s shaft and increased the pace of her strokes until he sighed once, groaned and ejaculated. Knowing Candace, I am sure her tongue was in place to catch everything that was spurting into her mouth.

After savoring the first gob of semen, the very happy Candace swallowed it and kept sucking ümraniye escort on the cock that had just provided it for her. Relishing the taste, she swallowed more of the viscous fluid until she was sure that no more would be squirting out. Frank’s cock was still almost fully erect but she took it out of her mouth, licked off the tip and turned her head to envelop Sam’s hard shaft in her mouth, tighten her lips and suck it the same way as she had sucked Frank’s.

With the faster pace and her tighter lips, after his cock had been engulfed a few more times in the warm, wet place that felt so good, Sam started cumming too. Once again, Candace savored each gush before swallowing it and continued sucking until Sam’s spurting had ended. She took the cock out of her mouth, licked off the head and under the ridge to get everything and turned to Frank to lick off all his cum, including what had oozed onto her hand. Candace loves the taste of semen, just as I love the taste of her pussy juices and neither of us likes to see them wasted.

When she was done relishing the two rations of semen and licking off both the cocks that had provided it, Candace turned her full attention to me and what I was doing with her pussy. Although I had avoided her clit up till then, my tongue had thoroughly caressed both her inner lips, including the place where they merge to form the hood that protects the sweetest of all her sweet spots. My mouth and the cocks of Sam and Frank, including all the semen they had fed to her, had brought Candace close to cumming too.

“Okay, George, I’m ready to cum. I love the way you’re eating me.” After that, she gave herself over to totally enjoying her second favorite activity, having her pussy eaten.

I didn’t say anything, just started probing my tongue into the bottom rim of her love hole, feeling her delicious juices oozing onto my tongue. Slowly, I licked my way up one side of the lovely hole that was producing them, my tongue exploring under the inner lip. The other side of her pink hole merited the same treatment and while I licked, I immensely enjoyed the way Candace’s pussy was fucking more and more strongly into my face while her body thrashed on the bed under me.

The small space just above the top of her love hole is a highly erogenous zone for Candace and most women, since licking her there indirectly stimulates her clit, and that was where my tongue stroked her next. She moaned and said “Suck me there, George. Suck my clit; I’m ready to cum.”

I could tell that she was and I pushed the protective hood out of the way with my tongue and drew her succulent clit into my mouth. “Yes! Yes!” she cried. “Suck me. Suck my clit.”

No encouragement was necessary because I was truly enjoying the feel of her precious love button in my mouth. Seconds later, she started to cum. Candace’s legs squeezed my temples and her hands pushed against the back of my head, pressing my face into her pussy. Besides jamming herself into my face, she was rocking from side to side on her ass, and her legs were swinging wildly, holding my head a willing prisoner. During her gyrations, my arms held tightly to her legs and I kept my mouth securely wrapped around her clit, sucking and licking and getting tremendous pleasure from her cumming.

When Candace climaxed, it was with a great jerk of her whole body, pushing with her hands, squeezing with her legs and ramming her pussy one last time into my face. Although I couldn’t see her face, I know she was smiling as she collapsed against the pillows, her legs and hands releasing my head. There was a smile on my face too, as I licked up all her delicious juices and backed out from under her legs. It made me feel good to look at her pretty, smiling face and know how much fun it had been for her, sucking off Frank and Sam and having her pussy eaten.

Candace felt great about it too and, after she had fully recovered from her orgasm, she said “That was really wonderful, George. I always love it when you eat my pussy and now I want to do the same for you. I want you to come here and give my mouth a good fucking.” She slid down on the bed to get into position for me to do what she wanted.

Of course, I was glad to do what she had asked and I moved up and crouched over her, holding onto the metal headboard of the bed. Like most people who really love sucking cocks, Candace likes to be in control, stroking with her mouth at her own pace and taking the man in to the depth she wants. Sometimes, though, with somebody like me, whom she trusts and who is ordinary in size, she likes to relinquish control and be passively fucked in the mouth and that evening was one of those times.

While she lay with her mouth open wide, I slowly lowered myself toward her until the tip of my cock had entered. After letting Candace adjust her position for comfort I slowly stroked in my cock until I could feel it pressing against the back of her throat. She closed her lips to apply maltepe escort enough pressure to give us both the maximum pleasure. Moving slowly again, I drew back out until just the tip was between her lips.

Although nothing was said, I knew she had enjoyed the first stroke and wanted many more. Her mouth was wide open again with her tongue protruding out over her lower teeth and the second time I thrust my cock into her mouth, I could feel her licking my shaft as it entered. When the tip of my cock again pressed against the back of her throat and I withdrew, her tongue continued laving my shaft.

Over and over I plunged my cock in and out of her mouth and I could hear Candace murmuring her enjoyment. Although she had started out passively, it was too much fun for her to just lie still and be fucked so she was moving her face forward to meet me, pressing her nose against my pubic hair every time my cock surged into her mouth. Although she couldn’t talk beyond murmuring, she did catch my eye as I was watching my cock going in and out of her mouth, and give me the signal of approval with her thumb and index finger.

I was moaning by that time because the lips that were the gateway to Candace’s perfect mouth applied just enough pressure to my cock give me the maximum pleasure. They were tight, providing resistance, but not tight enough to cause pain. In addition to her lips, her incredibly agile tongue was caressing my entire shaft, both as it entered and as it left her mouth. Even the slit in the end of my cock was receiving more attention than I had any right to expect as her tongue fondled it with every stroke back, when just the head was between her lips. The intense pleasure from what Candace was doing to me reverberated throughout my body, rapidly building to ecstasy.

Even Sam and Frank were enjoying what we were doing. As they waited their turns to be sucked off again, both their cocks were erect, partly from the erotic sight of me fucking Candace between her lips but mostly from anticipating being sucked off again by the same mouth.

Although I was stroking into her mouth slowly, wanting to prolong the pleasure we were both getting, I could feel my climax building and I knew I was going to cum soon. After a few more minutes, although I was thrusting my cock into her mouth even slower, I knew it was imminent. “I’m ready to cum,” I told her.

Candace wasn’t able to answer me but she did respond by taking complete charge, her lips caressing my cock faster and with shorter strokes than I had been using. Although she was more active, her tongue was less busy, just licking the bottom of my shaft as it surged into her mouth.

From the incredible pleasure she was giving me, I was feeling weak and I gladly let her take control over what we were doing. Digging my feet into the mattress, my knees bent to give Candace the easiest access to my cock, I put most of my weight on the headboard of the bed. Faster and faster her mouth stroked my cock until I could hold back no longer. My mounting pleasure collapsed like a stack of pencils and I climaxed, sighing happily and ejaculating into Candace’s mouth. She savored and swallowed each burst of semen and when there were no more, she put her thumb at the base of my cock, just in front of my balls, and drew it forward, forcing out all the viscous fluid. Candace swallowed everything she had gotten and took my cock from her mouth to lick off the head and under the ridge, followed by sucking her fingers and licking her lips.

After enjoying everything my cock had to offer, Candace adjusted the pillow under her ass and leaned back into the pillows against the headboard. With a happy smile, she looked at the banana and the big chocolate bar, both erect and waiting to pleasure her. Frank and Sam leaned forward; Candace selected Sam’s cock but this time, before taking it directly into her mouth, she licked the underside, enjoying the feel of the tight, smooth skin against her tongue. After that, she drew it slowly into her mouth for a few strokes. She expected to once again suck off both men, swallow all their semen and enjoy herself tremendously before the four of us were through for the day.

We also expected that I would eat her pussy, prolonging her pleasure and mine as much as possible, until she climaxed. As Candace started to suck the men’s cocks, her ass rested on the pillow; her legs were spread and her pussy was waiting for me to get into position. I did so eagerly and, with my arms around her thighs and her legs resting on my shoulders, I once again savored the incredible aroma. She had lubricated heavily while sucking me off and I had the privilege of licking all the delicious juices from her thighs, her belly and her adorable pussy.

After caressing Sam’s shaft with her lips, Candace turned her attentions to the bigger cock of Frank. Murmuring happily, she licked it all over before enveloping it in her mouth all the way to his pubic hair and briefly sucking it in and out. As usual, the last contact of her mouth with Frank’s cock was her tongue stroking the slit and under the head. The second turn for Sam lasted longer and, by the time Candace changed again, he was squirming from the pleasure she was giving him.

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On Friday night, Camilla and Candice went out to a club called ‘NRG’ to dance. Both girls were wearing cleavage-revealing dresses that went down just a few inches below their crotches; they were hoping to find a man both of them thought would be appealing enough to share as a lover in a threesome. Their compromise would have been a man in his late thirties: they never found such a man that night, though plenty of undesirable men had tried to pick them up, and failed miserably. The girls had never been forced to say, “Fuck off”, so many times in one night.

“Well, another day of tests is done,” Candice shouted over the thundering techno. “And Monday is the last test day. Then it’s graduation in a week and a half, then summer vacation. Woo-hoo!”

“Well, I’ll still have to do one summer school class so I have enough credits to start university this fall,” Camilla said. “Trigonometry–ugh! But there is some good news: all my Monday tests will be easy–art, history, and phys ed. I barely need to study any of them, since my photographic memory will get me through them. In other news, remember that video I filmed of Callahan going down on me?”

“Dirty Harriet and her electric tongue?” Candice asked.

“Yeah,” Camilla answered. “I e-mailed the bitch, and added the video as an attachment so she’d know I have evidence of what she made me do in Pierce’s office. I told her to leave me and my men alone if she doesn’t want her job to be in danger. I don’t think we need to worry about her jeopardizing our graduation anymore. Still, if she wants to give me head again, I won’t mind, since she’s great at pussy-lapping.”

Candice pretended not to hear that last sentence. She said, “Yeah. Pierce sure enjoyed doing his sexual penance yesterday, didn’t he? The spanking you gave him turned his butt-cheeks into a pair of tomatoes! But what about Leroy? What a pervert, eh?”

“Yeah! Can you believe he actually has a shit fetish? Callahan’s a lesbian, Pierce likes sexual spankings, and Leroy’s into coprophilia. I gotta say, Candice, yesterday was the weirdest fuckin’ day of my whole life. Crapping in front of him really tested my insecurities about my body.”

“I didn’t think you had insecurities about your body, Camilla.”

“Well, last night I learned that I do.” Just then, Camilla noticed one of their fellow graduates-to-be walking around the club between her and the washroom. Like Akemi, the grade-twelve student was one of the girls who would frequently take furtive glances at nude Camilla in the shower area during gym class. She was a pretty girl, and Camilla in her awakening bisexuality was interested; so she made sure she yelled loudly enough so the girl would hear: “Speaking of toilets, I gotta pee!”

“I’ll tell the six o’clock news if you like,” Candice joked as Camilla walked in the direction of the ladies’ room. The other girl followed Camilla in.

Out of the corner of Camilla’s eye, she saw the girl follow her into the washroom. Camilla went into the nearest stall and closed the door without locking it; she hoped the girl would know the door wasn’t locked. She pulled up her dress, pulled down her white panties and sat on the toilet. “C’mon, pee. Hurry up,” she whispered, hoping the girl would know she was only urinating, not defecating. Camilla figured the girl wouldn’t have Leroy’s coprophilia, and that Camilla’s peeing probably wouldn’t turn her off.

The girl waited to hear the sound avcılar escort of Camilla’s urine pour into the water of the toilet. Having drunk a lot of beer, the normally-shy girl was bold, and wanted to make known how she felt about her beautiful classmate. Camilla was simply waiting for her to open the door.

As soon as Camilla’s urine was heard splashing in the toilet water, the girl pulled the door open. Camilla’s legs were wide open so the line of yellow was clearly seen coming from her urethra; also clearly visible was Camilla’s labia minora. Camilla casually looked up at the girl and grinned at her as if they’d bumped into each other in a supermarket.

“Tina! Hi!” Camilla said in feigned surprise. “I didn’t know you were here.” Looking down at herself in the middle of her urination, Camilla then looked back up at Tina without a molecule of embarrassment on her face, and with a friendly smile said, “I’m sorry–I’m just about done.” Tina looked down at half-naked Camilla and admired her labia minora, pink curtains Camilla had opened up with her hand to display her urinary performance. Camilla finished with a few last squirts, squealing ‘Ooh!” with each little spray, then giggling. She took some toilet paper, wiped her vulva dry, got up and flushed the toilet. Leaving her dress rolled up for Tina’s viewing pleasure, Camilla then took a perfumed wet napkin from her purse and wiped her vulva, which was moist not only from urine. “I hate it when my pussy smells,” she said with a giggle, always pretending nothing sexual was happening. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I know you wanna pee.”

“I can wait,” Tina said; then she closed the stall door, and in her passion forgetting to lock it, she took Camilla’s head and brought it up to her face. Camilla allowed Tina to sink her tongue into Camilla’s mouth. They continued French kissing as Tina put her other hand on Camilla’s bare bottom, and Camilla dropped the used wet napkin in the toilet bowl. Camilla put her arms around Tina while Tina started fingering Camilla’s hardening clitoris. Both girls started audibly moaning. Tina pulled her tongue out of Camilla’s mouth and started kissing her cheeks. “Oh, Camilla…,” Tina sighed between kisses, “I’ve always wanted you…”

Suddenly the stall door was opened. The surprised girls saw Candice’s jealous face. “I should’ve known I’d not be your only girl, Camilla,” Candice growled, then stormed out of the washroom, with Camilla frantically pulling her panties up and her dress down as she chased after her hurt roommate. Tina just stayed there, in a confused daze for half a minute, before finally pulling up her dress, removing her panties, sitting on the toilet, and urinating.

Camilla couldn’t see Candice anywhere in the packed dance club, and she assumed Candice had gone outside; so Camilla went out to look for her. Not seeing Candice anywhere on the streets either, Camilla worriedly went to the parking lot where she hoped Candice’s car still was. She saw Candice driving away, too far away to hear Camilla shouting at her to stop the car. Camilla now would have to walk home or get a taxi, for it was already past 1:30 in the morning, and there were no buses.

Camilla, sulking, walked several blocks in the direction of her apartment, which was on the other side of town. She impatiently waited for a taxi to appear, but none ever came. She didn’t know any phone numbers for taxi services. Part of her didn’t mecidiyeköy escort even want to take a taxi home, though: she still wanted a male lover, or two, or maybe even three…

Her wish, for good or ill, was about to come true. She was approaching a pub, across the street from which was an old, condemned building, when who fortuitously came walking out of the pub? Mr. Williams, her chemistry teacher; Mr. Johnson, her biology teacher; Mr. Burgess, her physics teacher; Mr. Langella, her art teacher, and Mr. Knowles, another art teacher who knew of her notoriety at their school. Though the lecherous men had had enough whiskey to provoke the desire, none had had so much as to take away the performance! They took one look at the provocatively-dressed girl, and, their inhibitions submerged under a euphoric ocean of liquor, they threw all self-control away.

“It’s Camilla,” a wide-eyed Williams growled with lust.

“All tarted up for our viewing pleasure,” Johnson said with a lascivious grin.

“Sing us that Trampauline song, Camilla,” Langella said as he ogled her breasts and thighs, wondering what treats lay hidden inside. “You know you want to.”

“OK,” Camilla said with an even mixture of fear and desire. “But where do you wanna do it? Whose home…?”

“Right over there!” Williams interrupted as he ran up to her, pointing to the condemned building. He picked her up, her screaming with fear and sexual excitement, and using a fireman’s carry, he took her across the road and into the old building. The other four tipsy teachers eagerly followed right behind them, that modern-day Zeus with his Io.

Conveniently for all of them, there was an old mattress lying on the floor inside the building. It was right by one of the windows, illuminated from outside by a nearby street light. They took her there and started taking off her clothes. She giggled with titillation and screamed in a combination of fear and arousal. Her vagina was a glass filled to the brim with lubrication. None of the five men knew what she looked like naked, and they were anxious to discover what sexual treasures she had under that dress.

“Guys, maybe we shouldn’t do this here, OK?” Camilla said with a nervous giggle, futilely (and half-reluctantly) trying to stop them from undressing her. Langella removed her high heels, and Williams unzipped her dress at the back while Burgess held her arms and Johnson and Knowles held her legs. “Let’s go to one of you guys’ homes instead,” she suggested, half-pleadingly. Her heart was pounding with terror, but her soaking-wet vagina was quivering with lustful expectation.

“No way,” Williams growled. “It’s happening here or nowhere.” He laughed as they got her dress off, revealing her lovely white lace brassiere and panties. “Check out those lovely undies!”

“Yeah!” Johnson said as he reached for her panties to pull them down. “Sensational!”

Burgess frenziedly got his hands on her bra clip, but his spastic, shaking hands made it difficult to undo. “C’mon!” he said in frustration. “I gotta see what those tits look like!” He finally unclipped her bra, and when Williams pulled it off her shoulders, her breasts shook with their new, revelatory freedom. “Ta da! There they are! Look at those two beauties!” Burgess shouted in victory.

Johnson pulled down her panties to reveal her pubic hair, still short from the shaving almost a week ago. “Look at ataşehir escort that terrific tuft!” he said.

Knowles pulled her feet through the leg holes of her panties. He held them to his face and sniffed the wet spot. “Sweeter than all the perfumes of Arabia,” he said.

Putting the now-completely naked girl on the mattress, they turned her over to see her buttocks. “Gluteus marvellous!” the biology teacher noted. “Boys, choose that part of her anatomy you want to penetrate.” He opened her buttocks to see what her anus looked like: a swirling mixture of brown and pink, the orifice mirrored the puckered, full lips of an African princess. “Beautiful!” Johnson said, then kissed it passionately for several seconds. “I want her pretty anus.”

They laid her on her back on the mattress, and pulled her legs up and wide open in the shape of a fat V so both anus and vagina were exposed to the salivating quintet of lechers. Unzipping his pants, Langella licked his lips at the sight of those opening liquorice curtains between her legs. “Her vagina’s mine…all mine!” he panted as he pulled out his hardening penis.

“I’ve got her mouth,” said Williams, whose fully-erect phallus was already sticking out of his opened zipper. “Her red lipstick is a sign welcoming my cock.”

“I’m fuckin’ them titties,” said Burgess as he placed his phallus between them. “The biggest and softest pillows ever!”

“What about me?” asked Knowles in annoyance that all the best spots had already been claimed.

“Pick an armpit and fuck that,” said Williams as he brought his phallus down to Camilla’s receptive mouth. Knowles shrugged and chose her left armpit.

“Please be gentle,” Camilla pleaded, extremely frightened yet also extremely sexually excited. “Don’t hurt me. There’s anal lube in my purse, Mr. John…” Williams’s entering erection stopped her mouth.

“Oh, good,” said Johnston, who frantically reached for her purse. He got the lube out and thoroughly lubricated her rectum and his erection while the other men entered her. As soon as she felt the tip of Langella’s rock-hard penis touch her vaginal opening, she exploded in her first of what seemed an uninterrupted, seamless series of powerful orgasms. All of her screams were in the whistle register. A lake of vaginal fluid was foaming up the mattress and Langella’s crotch as he slowly slid his phallus all the way inside her. Williams, Burgess, and Langella now all thrusted together in a perfectly coordinated rhythm, going back and forth all in synchronized movements. Johnson, now ready, entered her rectum, timing his penetration with the other men’s forward thrusts. Together, they looked like an engine in use.

When Langella found his penis drowning in Camilla’s copious come, he suggested, “Let’s finish her off with bukkake; she’s already had more than her share of the fun, if you’ll notice the ooze of cooze down here.”

“Good idea,” said Knowles. The men all pulled out of her, got up, crowded around her in a circle, and started masturbating. This had been the most thrilling fuck she’d had yet, so she was perfectly content to receive their collective waterfall. Soon, her face was drenched with their almost simultaneous ejaculations. When they finished, her face and hair were veiled in a white sheet of come. She was shaking with fright and ecstasy at the same time.

Suddenly, they all could hear applause from the other side of the room. Four teenage boys–a gang of punks–had been watching. Now that the men had gotten off of Camilla, the boys could see her delicious nakedness; indeed, they were drooling at the sight of her large breasts and pubic hair. The boys’ leader said, “Now it’s our turn to have the bitch.”

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Some readers asked that I write a sequel to the original tale and I’m glad to oblige. Although to be honest, I’d always intended writing this one in two parts anyway. I now know that it this episode will be followed by a third one.

Brenda is a mature woman of limited sexual experience. Desperation made her seek solace and she found more than she bargained for; ending up spending the night in a hotel room with two young businessmen.

*****

Brenda left the hotel tired and more than a little sore from her evening (and morning) with John and Barry. She had never realised that sex could be so good, or that a partner (or two) was capable of satisfying her over and over again. Indeed, she hadn’t realised her own capacity for orgasms.

She found it difficult to concentrate on the work that she had to prepare for the next day. Her mind kept wandering, wondering, would she ever experience anything like this ever again?

Her mobile phone buzzed against the desk informing her that a text message had just arrived. She picked the handset up and read.

“LO, my little slut. How Ru? Sore? Want more?”

The number was unfamiliar and not one in her contact list. She immediately assumed that it must be from Barry or John, but which one? And how did he get hold of her number?

The vibration almost made her drop the phone when it happened again.

“Look what thinking bout U has done.”

There was a picture attached to the message.

“So, its John is it? I’d recognise that dick anywhere,” she said aloud. Her heart began to beat faster and her mouth became dry. The picture was slightly blurred, but it looked absolutely gorgeous. She could just make out a drop of moisture at the tip.

She still didn’t respond though, so fifteen minutes later another message came through. This time it was a picture from the night before. The screen on her mobile wasn’t very big, but she could clearly see Barry in the process of fucking her ass. She was looking back over her shoulder at him, biting her lip as if in pain, but with her eyes screwed up in ecstasy. She looked at her own body critically; perhaps a little too much flesh around the hips and her boobs had begun to become a little pendulous, but still not too bad. Obviously her two lovers thought so last night.

Without conscious thought, Brenda’s hand slipped between her legs. She rubbed her pussy through her jeans for a while, but gave up in frustration. She stood up, unfastened the buttons and pushed them and her panties down to her knees. Sitting down once more, she realised that she couldn’t spread her legs wide enough. Too desperate to spend more time undressing, she slithered down in the chair and then raised her feet up with her knees bent to rest on the desk. Now her fingers could slip over her ass cheeks and gain access to her labia that way. She moaned as her fingers played across her nether lips.

Two fingers were sawing in and out of her vagina rapidly now. The sloshing sounds indicated just how wet she was. She operated her mobile phone, while trying to continue the masturbation. Hardly able to concentrate, she switched it over to camera mode and attempted to capture the actions of her right hand. The result was slightly blurred, but quite clearly showed her hand, middle and index fingers inserted into a sopping wet pussy. She just managed to attach the picture as a reply before dropping the device to the ground. Within seconds it started ringing. She didn’t want to stop what she was doing, but she could see on the display that it was an unknown number. She paused just long enough to reach down and grab it.

“John? It is you?” she pleaded.

The voice was hard, stern, “Stop what you are doing at once.”

“What? I… I can’t. I have to come.”

“Stop wanking, NOW!” he shouted.

She stopped instantaneously. “I don’t understand. Why?”

“Because… nobody plays with your pussy without my say so.”

Brenda was taken aback. Why did he think he could order her around, stop her from playing with herself? Who the hell did he think he was?

“Since when…” she began, but John cut across her.

“Hey, I’ve just shown you one picture. The rest are even more juicy than that. I’m sure that you wouldn’t want the Principal to see them, would you?”

“NO! I mean no, why would you do that?”

“I would only need to do it if you refused to do as I say. Now, where do you live? What’s your home address?”

What had she gotten herself into? Her mind was still dazed from the nearness of climax, she simply couldn’t think of what to do or say, so she meekly told him.

“Good. Now get dressed, but don’t dry yourself off. I want your panties to be soaked. Understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Now, are you going to do exactly as I tell you?”

“Yes.” She had completely capitulated.

“That’s a good girl. I’m sending a friend to see you. When he knocks at your door, open it and pull him in. Push him up against the door, kneel down in escort bayan etiler front of him and give him a blowjob. When he’s come in your mouth, lick him clean, dress him and shove him out of the door again. Understood?”

“What? But… I can’t… I mean you…” her voice petered out to silence.

“Just do as you are told, or else.” The phone went dead.

Fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang. Brenda peeked through the peephole. The man standing there was of average height. Not bad looking and wearing a nice suit. She considered ignoring the caller — for all of two seconds. She had no choice, so she took a deep breath and opened the door.

The man smiled and said, “Hi. I…”

He got no further as Brenda followed the instructions she had been given. She put a finger to his lips and shushed him, then grabbed a hold of his tie and pulled him through the doorway. Once inside, she pushed him backwards and when the door slammed shut dropped immediately to her knees. The man could only manage a strangled yelp as she yanked down his trouser fly and swiftly slipped her hand into his boxers. By the time she had extracted it, the dick was already starting to grow. She didn’t wait, but sucked the end into her mouth and began a bobbing motion.

Brenda had hardly taken any notice of the man she was busy fellating. His dick was not too big, probably slightly larger than her ex-husband’s (but then whose wasn’t). She liked his taste and suddenly realised that if she kept going at this pace he would finish quickly — and she didn’t want him to. She slowed her pace, concentrating on getting him deeper into her mouth. She wrapped the forefinger and thumb of her right hand around the base of the shaft and rubbed in time with the movements of her mouth. Her left hand slipped inside his underpants and cradled his testicles. He groaned with pleasure.

The lust inside her made Brenda want more, she wanted to feel the man’s ass cheeks, so she extracted her left hand and began to tug at the button, the last thing holding his trousers up. They were a reasonably snug fitting and needed a few tugs before that dropped down to his calves. She momentarily ceased her sucking and used both hands to drag his boxer shorts down his legs. As the elastic waistband caught on the head it pulled the cock down until it was released violently as the band slid off. It was so hard that it slapped loudly against his toned stomach.

It seemed much longer now it was out in the open. Brenda pulled it back down and slipped her lips over the purple end. She used just her mouth as her hands wandered up his thighs, onto his hips and then round to his buttocks. She pressed her fingernails into the firm flesh and was stunned to feel as though she was on the verge of climax. However, the man beat her to it; the cock in her mouth seemed to swell and his hand wrapped around the back of her head as he tried to push himself deeper into her throat. She grabbed the base of the shaft in order to prevent it going any deeper and felt the semen pulsing up through it. The milky fluid exploded across her tongue, so far back that she could hardly taste it. She swallowed greedily, trying not to let any escape.

“Wow!” was all that the stranger managed to say. “Wow!”

Brenda finished sucking, licking the last drops of come from the eye of his penis. Then, abruptly, she yanked his boxers up, pulled his trousers up after them and, as he struggled to fasten the zip, shoved him out of the door. He rapidly finished dressing and walked away.

*****

She didn’t even walk away from the door; her back pressed against it and her right hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans and straight beneath the elastic of her panties. When her fingers pushed through her pubic bush she could feel how wet she was already. Her legs parted in response to the caress of her labia and she eased two fingers into her very slippery tunnel. She wanked herself urgently, frantically hoping for a quick relief. It came before too long, but her legs collapsed under her and she sank to the floor. Her hand and fingers were trapped until, after a few minutes, she was able to roll to one side and extract them.

The realisation that even after masturbation she was still left unsatisfied made her groan out loud. Rising unsteadily to her feet, she walked back to the kitchen, conscious that her pussy was squelching and that her juices had soaked through her panties and jeans, leaving a dark stain there. She also realised that she smelt of arousal.

The phone in her pocket vibrated and sent a delicious tickle shooting across her lower stomach, she almost doubled-over. Snatching the device out, she saw that it was the same number as before; no doubt John was calling to gloat.

“Hello sexy,” he said brightly. “I’m sorry for the delay, but my friend got held up in traffic. He should be there very soon now.”

Brenda was confused. “I don’t understand. What do you mean, he’ll be here soon?” she asked.

“Don’t bebek escort play silly games Brenda. We talked about it earlier. Your blowjob friend is on his way. Make sure you give him a good experience.”

“But… but… I…”

“No ‘buts’ Brenda. If you continue to be awkward, then I’ll tell him that you’re to be given a thorough spanking first. Or perhaps you would like him to do that to you anyway?”

“What? No… no, that’s not necessary.”

“Good. Make sure you perform well. I’ll be seeing him later and I’ll find out. I’ll call you.”

Brenda was devastated. Who was the stranger she had just given head to then? It could have been anybody — a new neighbour, the local vicar, even a school inspector! She wished the ground could open up and swallow her.

*****

John turned to his friend Josh. “Off you go,” he said. “She’s ready and waiting for you.”

As Josh walked away John grinned at his other friend James. “Well? Was she as good as I said she was?”

“Better,” replied James. “I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

“Like I said; she kept me and Barry entertained for most of the evening. She wanted it any way we could give it to her. But we’ve got to be careful and play it cool if our plan is going to work. But believe me; the effort will be worth it.”

*****

Brenda saw Josh from an upstairs window as he was coming down the road. She was standing naked from the waist down, having decided that she needed to change out of her sodden jeans and knickers. But he was here sooner than she had expected. Aware that she was supposed to just open the door and pull him in she knew she had to be downstairs by the time he got there. Pulling open the wardrobe, she reached in and grabbed the first garment that her hand found. When she pulled the short, grey, pleated skirt out, she almost hesitated and snatched at something else. But she didn’t have time.

Almost tripping over as she tried to walk/run and pull the skirt on at the same time, she reached the bottom of the stairs while still fastening the zip. She struggled with the button and gave up, opening the door just as Josh pushed the bell.

She had thought that she was merely going to repeat her performance with the other stranger, and to a great extent did; pulling him inside, pushing him against the door and unfastening his trousers. But instead of kneeling in front of him, she squatted instead. It was a spur of the moment decision, but it meant that while she licked up and down the shaft of his cock in preparation for sucking, she was able to slip her free hand under her skirt and play with her pussy.

This man was acting more roughly than the other one. He grabbed her hair and was pushing his shaft as far down her throat as he could. He ignored her gagging and continued fucking as hard as he could.

With her fingers buried inside her cunt and her thumb stoking wildly across her clit, Brenda was now so turned on that she didn’t care how he was using her. She concentrated on trying to breathe and merely let him do what he wanted.

Brenda felt him swell in her mouth and waited for the torrent to begin. But Josh suddenly withdrew. He continued to hold her head with one hand but now used the other one to rub his cock. It only took a few strokes before the hot spray hit her face. It seemed to go on forever, getting in her hair and eyes and dripping down to her chin. One squirt landed on her tongue and she swallowed it without thinking.

Josh pulled away and said, “You haven’t finished yourself yet have you? Go on, do it now. Show me.”

If Brenda had any will power left she would have refused, but being so close now she couldn’t resist. The pleated material was already up on her hips exposing her genitals and hand. She closed her eyes and worked quickly smearing her juices across her labia and thighs in the process.

Brenda almost sobbed with relief as the warmth spread through her loins. She looked at Josh through slitted eyes and vaguely registered that he was using his mobile phone to take a picture of her. She was beyond caring and ignored him as she trembled and shook. She toppled over and lay on the floor panting.

“Fuck me, please, I need it in me now,” she begged. Brenda was shocked that she let that slip out, but knew that she meant it.

Josh looked down at her. He appeared in two minds, partially because he had been told by John to leave as soon as she had done her job, partially because he really wanted this woman who was lying on the ground in front of him, legs spread wide and come and juices dripping from her gaping vagina. And partially because he knew he wouldn’t be able to get another erection so quickly. He clenched his fists in frustration, screwed up his eyes and made his excuses.

“I’m sorry love, but I’m on a tight schedule. I have to leave now.” He backed away, opened the door and left. Brenda broke down and cried.

*****

“I couldn’t believe it John. She was desperate fulya escort — but I knew you’d told me not to touch her, so I left. God, she was so horny! Are you sure we can’t just do it now?”

“No, I told you; we need to take our time and make sure we follow the plan. She’ll be fantastic, believe me.”

*****

Brenda had been masturbating with her hair brush handle for some time now, but satisfaction simply wouldn’t come. When the doorbell rang she dragged herself to her feet, allowing the brush to slip out and fall to the floor. She teetered as she walked to the door.

“John!”

John remained standing in the doorway, pushing it wide open.

“Strip,” he said. “Now!”

Brenda looked beyond him. Her front door opened onto a quiet suburban street. There was nobody in sight at the moment, but with no guarantee it would remain that way, she swiftly unbuttoned her blouse and threw it to one side. For most of her life she had been fastening and unfastening her bras, but this time she struggled, eventually pulling so hard that one of the hooks straightened under the tension. It too was flung away. The skirt was hurriedly pushed down over her hips and fell to her ankles.

John walked in. In her hurry to step back out of his way Brenda tripped over her skirt and fell heavily on her backside.

“Ow!” she said.

Within seconds John’s trousers and underpants were down and he lost no time in kneeling between her legs. He used his right hand to position the head of his cock at the entrance to her aching tunnel. Brenda couldn’t prevent a yell from escaping her lips as the shaft buried itself fully in one swift movement. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back hard into her.

As John’s pace picked up, Brenda looked down past his shoulder. The door was still open. While she was looking, a car drove past. She almost fainted with the embarrassment. She tried to reach her left foot over and hook the heavy wooden door with her toes. It started to move, but then was blocked by John’s feet.

Desperately trying to find a way out of this, she said, “Why don’t… why don’t you fuck me up against the door? I’d like that.”

John paused. He pulled out and stood up, quickly lifting Brenda to her feet. He pulled her round and pushed her up against the door. Bending his knees, he re-entered her immediately.

Too late, Brenda realised that her ploy had failed — he hadn’t closed the door first! Her feet were hardly touching the floor. From where she had been laying, she could only be seen from a very narrow angle. From a standing position she could now see three of her neighbour’s properties — which meant that they might also be able to see her!

Another vehicle passed going in the opposite direction, which fortunately meant that the driver was facing away from the rutting couple. Brenda had to get away, out of sight of other people and behind a closed door. But John seemed to be uninterested in whether or not they could be seen.

“John… John, we can be seen here. Why don’t we go inside?”

He grunted, but didn’t reply and kept pounding into her.

“If we go inside we can… we can…” her voice tailed off. What could she say to persuade him?

“If… Ah, if you take me inside… and shut the door… you can fuck my ass…if you like.”

Only pure desperation would have made her suggest this, but it seemed to work as John pulled out and stepped back. But then he spun her round and tried to poke his cock between her cheeks.

“No John, please, not here… inside.” She struggled — not to get away from him, but to drag him away from the doorway.

John’s prick was already stretching her sphincter muscle as she turned. She dropped to her knees, but the pressure remained until he landed behind her and the head popped into her ass. He was straining to push deeper, but the lack of lubrication was making it difficult. It was hurting Brenda, but as the cock made progress she managed to turn around far enough that she could reach the door with her hand and finally swing it shut — just as her lover became fully embedded.

As her muscles relaxed more and became used to the invasive pole of flesh, the pain eased and Brenda began to enjoy anal sex once again.

But then, John stopped abruptly.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he replied.

“Well why have you stopped then?”

“I wanted to know if you were enjoying this? I want you to talk to me, tell me what you want.”

“Are you joking? For fuck’s sake just get on with it. Can’t you see how horny I am? I want you to fuck me. Come on. Come on. Fuck my ass John. Fuck it hard. Make me come again. I want you to dump a load of come into me. Do it. Do it!” She was almost yelling now.

John responded by gripping her hips tightly and ramming his cock home. The slapping sounds of his thighs hitting her cheeks were so loud that if the front door had still be open anybody in the street would have been able to hear — and would likely have to come to investigate. Added to that noise now was the grunts and groans of the couple as they both approached climax.

“Come on Brenda, it’s time for you to come. Come on. I’m going to keep fucking you hard until you tip over the edge.”

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Please enjoy this new story. It is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. All characters are adults, eighteen or older, and unusually horny.

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—Taylor VanCannon.

Jake woke to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

“He lives,” Belle said, smiling down at him.

Jake scowled, recalling the unexpected ending to yesterday’s book club. He stretched his arms upward and sat up.

Belle chuckled. “Admit it, you enjoyed getting pegged… I know I certainly enjoyed doing it.” Belle gathered her sun dress and sat beside him. Despite her distaste for men, she couldn’t help but admire his magnificent cock. “You were only too happy to jam this monster up my girl’s asses…” She took his limp cock in her hand and gently stroked it.

Jake smiled, fondly recalling the women of Belle’s book club. He ran his fingers through her dirty blond curls while she fondled his stiffening cock.

Jake slipped his hand down her back and dug his fingers into the crack of her ass through the thin layers of her clothes.

“Is that what you want?” Belle asked, thumbing the bulbous head of his cock. “Revenge?”

He wiggled a finger under the hem of her panties and pressed a fingertip up against her tight little pucker. “Seems only fair.”

She leaned over to kiss him, but stopped short when she caught a whiff of his morning mouth. “Ugh,” she said, “in your dreams. Besides, I’ve got a dude ranch to run.”

Jake pushed his dry fingertip up into her asshole.

Belle winced, but then licked her lips and moaned, offering no resistance.

An evil grin crossed Jake’s face as he pressed his finger deeper into her ass. “You know you want it.”

Belle pulled her sun dress up over her head and flung off her bra and panties. “Make it quick… do that thing Daisy told me about.” She climbed up into his lap and hovered over his stiff cock.

“She told you about that?”

“It must have made an impression on her.” She gripped his cock and guided it to the entrance to her asshole. She cupped her breasts as she pressed herself against the head of his cock, savoring the pressure against her tight little hole. “Oh fuck, Jake, that feels so hot. What do I do now?”

Jake nudged her hands away from her breasts and thumbed her hard nipples. “Finger yourself… let me watch you come.”

Belle spread her legs and threaded her fingers through her neatly trimmed pubes, reaching for her open gash.

“Good girl,” Jake said as he watched her face contort with pleasure.

She used both hands, digging her fingers into herself, moaning wildly as the the tight muscle of her ass kept his pulsing cock at bay.

“Stroke me,” Jake said, breathlessly.

Belle complied, using her wet hand on his cock while she furiously flicked her hard little clit. “Quick,” she said between grunts of pleasure, “I’m close.”

“Me too,” Jake said, tugging on her hard nipples.

“I want to feel you cum,” Belle said, breathlessly.

Jake grimaced as cum erupted from his throbbing cock, coating her asshole with his slippery spunk. It provided the lubrication necessary to force open her sphincter.

Her orgasm hit just as he penetrated her asshole. She screeched, a loud combination of pleasure and pain, as she slid down the length of his colossal cock.

It was a noisy, raucous orgasm for both of them. Belle continued to finger herself as she milked Jake’s cock with her ass until she drained him.

Exhausted, Jake nuzzled her neck and waited for her orgasm to dissipate.

Belle got to her feet and pulled up her panties to keep his cum from oozing out onto the couch. She ignored his morning mouth and kissed him, penetrating his lips with her tongue. “Nice trick,” she said, breaking off their kiss. “But, now I’m behind schedule. Any chance you can stick around and help me out?”

Jake shrugged his shoulders. “Sure… but I still want to climb Guadalupe Peak before the sun sets.”

She grinned. “I’ve got two ladies arriving soon, can you pick them up while I get their accommodations ready?”

Jake arched his eyebrows.

“Twins,” Belle said, “from Abilene.”

“I like the sound of that,” Jake said, motioning to Belle to cough up more information.

“College freshmen, recently expelled from their all girls’ school. Apparently their parents think my dude ranch will put them back on the right track.”

Jake chuckled. “I doubt that. Why were they expelled?”

Belle grinned at Jake. “Apparently blowing professors for better grades is a no-no.”

Jake stroked his cock, giving it long exaggerated strokes. “And you think this will set them straight?”

Belle giggled. “Not a chance, but one look at you and they’ll be happy they came.”

*****

Jake held up a sign with Belle’s Double D ranch logo outside the bus station. He smiled when he saw a pair of identical twins approach.

“Hi,” one said, glancing escort bayan topkapı at his sign and extending her hand. “Looks like we’re the ones you’re looking for; I’m Morgan, and this is my sister Madison.” They wore matching blue jeans, tightly cut, with white blouses and leather vests. Their straw cowboy hats were decorated with sparkling rhinestones. Their long hair hung in tight curls and framed their bright faces. It struck Jake as odd that they both had a mouthful of braces.

“Welcome to Belle’s dude ranch. Call me Jake.”

Jake tossed their gear in the back of the pickup truck and all three piled into the front seat for the dusty ride back to the ranch.

Madison scooted up close to Jake. Rather than cowboy duds, Jake wore the outfit Phung put together for him at her Pecos salon. “Our daddy told us this was girls only… imagine our surprise to be met by Brad Pitt.”

Jake took off his sunglasses and gave them a mischievous grin. “I’m just the temporary help. Belle tells me you two had some trouble at school.”

Morgan leaned forward and gave Jake a dreamy gaze. “Imagine that, word travels fast around these parts.”

Jake shrugged. “It sure does, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about here at the ranch.”

Madison rested her hand on Jake’s knee. “You mean we won’t get busted for one tiny little blow job.”

“Morgan,” Madison said, eyeing her sister, “daddy’s not gonna be happy about this.”

Madison replied, inching her hand up his leg, “Jake doesn’t look like the kind of man who would kiss and tell… isn’t that right, Jake?”

Jake draped his arm around Madison and pulled her tight against him. “No, not me,” he said, exaggerating his words.

Madison reached into his crotch. “Good to hear,” she said, giving his cock a gentle squeeze.

Jake dropped his hand and cupped her small, perky breast.

“See that road up ahead, just past the creek,” Madison said, “I could use a quick rest stop.” She grinned as she unbuckled his belt.

Jake nodded as he turned the pickup down the narrow side road and into a clearing overlooking a wide spot in the creek. “How’s this?” He killed the engine.

Morgan got out of the passenger side of the truck and hopped in the driver’s side, nudging Jake to the middle between them.

Jake put the seat back as far as it would go and stretched his legs out.

Morgan finished unzipping Jake’s pants while her sister reached in and unfurled his soft cock.

“Holy fuck, would you look at the size of that cock,” Madison said, air whooshing past her lips.

“Damn, Jake,” Morgan said, admiring his size while she stroked his soft cock. “Never saw anything like that at college. Remind me to send our dad a special thank-you card.”

Madison leaned down and opened her mouth.

A look of concern crossed Jake’s face. “Careful… with those braces.”

Morgan giggled. “You must be referring to Daddy’s revenge.”

Jake questioned her with his eyes.

Madison chimed in. “All through high-school we begged Daddy to let us get our teeth straightened. Now, after getting expelled… for our extracurricular activities, Daddy thought it would teach us a lesson. He doesn’t know us very well.”

Jake smiled as Madison carefully wrapped her ruby red lips around the head of his cock. “So… I don’t have to worry about getting nicked?”

Morgan said, defiantly, “Hey, we’re professionals!”

Madison easily took his soft cock deep down her throat while Morgan locked her lips on his and probed his mouth with her soft tongue. Morgan removed her vest and blouse, then swapped places with her sister. His cock had stiffened to the point where she could no longer get it down her throat, so she licked him from top to bottom and fondled his balls.

Madison stripped to the waist and pressed her firm little breast into his mouth.

He suckled her hard nipple while Morgan slathered his cock with warm saliva.

Morgan wiggled out of her tight jeans while her sister took another turn sucking the head of Jake’s hard cock. She got to her feet and bent forward, planting her hands on the dash. Jake nuzzled the crack of her ass and ran this tongue along the thin fabric of her tiny white thong.

Madison stroked his cock and watched Jake gaze at her sister’s ass while he rolled her panties down.

Jake squeezed her luscious cheeks, opening them up to his probing tongue. He licked her wet gash, savoring her musky scent.

Morgan moaned when his tongue found her hard little button.

Madison peeled off her jeans and panties, then nudged her sister out of the way so she could take a turn riding his tongue.

Jake obliged, lashing at her clit until she moaned in ecstasy. He couldn’t resist the urge to open her cheeks and rim her tiny asshole, probing the entrance with the tip of his tongue.

She gasped at the unexpected intrusion, but didn’t offer any resistance.

“Aren’t you the naughty boy,” Morgan said, intrigued by the tongue lashing her sister was getting.

“Want beykent escort to try it?” Jake said, tempting Morgan.

She nodded. “I do, but just for a minute… then I want to fuck you.”

Jake obliged, rimming her asshole with the same enthusiasm he showed Madison.

It was Madison that nudged Jake away from her sister’s ass and hopped up in his lap, depriving her sister of the first fuck. She felt a rush of pleasure as his cock filled her, like no other cock had done before. By the time she reached bottom, and her clit hit his pubic bone, she nearly climaxed. She was too far gone to fuck him, so she reached down and fingered herself to a massive orgasm, shrieking loud enough to be heard in the next county.

Morgan swapped places, but unlike her sister, she took her time, fucking Jake with long strokes. He thumbed her hard nipples and was content to let her do all the work.

Morgan moaned each time she bottomed out on his cock, feeling the intense pleasure when her clit made contact with his pubes. Any hope of getting him off before she did was fading fast. She thought indulging his ass fetish might help him along, so she pulled his hands off her breasts and planted them on her ass.

He took the bait, and wiggled his fingers up into her crack, fishing for her tight pucker, grinning from ear to ear.

It was too little, too late. Like her sister, she erupted in an uncontrollable orgasm, and was even noisier than her sister.

Jake heaved a big sigh as he watched her orgasm dissipate.

Madison smiled. “You’ve got stamina… what’s it gonna take to get you off?”

Morgan laughed out loud. “Like you don’t already know the answer to that question.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

“You’re on,” Morgan said, “on the count of three.”

It took three rounds before Morgan conceded defeat to her sister.

Madison took up her old position, bending over and placing her hands on the dash. Only this time, Jake sat back and watched as Morgan got her sister’s ass ready for his cock. She started by dribbling spit into her sister’s ass crack, then using a finger to spread it around the rim of her asshole.

Jake massaged her cheeks and spread them open for a better view.

Morgan coated her finger with warm spit, then pressed it up into her sister’s tight little hole.

Madison moaned. “More,” she whispered, and held her breath.

Morgan dribbled more spit into her crack and used two fingers to push it up inside her.

Madison exhaled with a loud whoosh. “Again,” she whispered.

Morgan used three fingers, twisting them inside her until she could move them in and out easily.

“I think she’s ready for me,” Jake said, pulling Madison down to his lap. Morgan held his cock straight up while her sister squatted over it.

“Right there,” Madison said, feeling his cock at the entrance to her asshole.

Morgan pressed her sister downward, onto Jake’s hard cock.

“Ohhh,” cried Madison as the head of Jake’s cock penetrated her. She gave herself a moment to adjust to the enormous size of his cock. She took a deep breath as she steeled herself for more.

Morgan pressed her sister down as she slowly devoured him, inch by inch, until she reached bottom.

“Fuck,” Madison shouted, air escaping from her lungs. She leaned back into Jake’s chest, turning to nuzzle his neck. “Can you come for me?”

Jake licked his lips and nodded. He cupped her ass and lifted her up the length of his cock, then gently dropped her back down until she was once again impaled on his hard shaft. He used his powerful arms to pump her up and down his shaft.

“Hurry,” Madison shouted, “I can’t take much more.”

Morgan reached down and fondled Jake’s balls while she whispered nasty suggestions into his ear. “Come on Jake, fuck her ass… fuck my sister’s ass… cum in her ass… give her a giant cream pie.”

Jake’s arms were like pistons, pumping Madison up and down his shaft like a rag doll. “Come on, Jake… blow that load in my sister’s tight ass… you can do it… splatter her ass with your sticky cum.” Sensing Jake might flag, she reached under his balls and jammed her finger up into his asshole.

“Aaaragh,” Jake cried out, sending a rope of cum up into Morgan’s tight ass. Exhausted, his arms went limp, unable to move her dead weight.

Madison took over, milking his pulsing cock with the muscles of her ass until he slouched back in the seat, completely drained.

“Nice job,” Morgan said, envious of her sister’s accomplishment. “Who’s up for a quick dip in the creek?”

It was well past noon before Jake delivered the girls back to the ranch.

Belle greeted her new guests with a hug. “I trust you had a pleasant trip?”

“We sure did, Jake gave us a Texas sized welcome,” Morgan said, winking at Jake.

“I’ll second that,” Madison said, “we’re sure gonna miss him.”

Belle gave Jake a knowing wink. “If you’re gonna hike Guadalupe Peak, you better think about hitting ortaköy escort the road.”

*****

Val drove carefully, concentrating on the narrow gravel back road. It was her first time driving on the “wrong” side of the road, and she had no center line to focus on.

It was the first full day of their vacation abroad, and the lengthy flight from London left her a little muzzy. After a restless night at a noisy hotel near the El Paso airport, it felt good to be on the road in their rental RV. Their goal was to hit as many National Parks as possible.

She shouted to her husband in a distinctive British accent. “John, this road looks a little dodgy… are you sure about that last turn?” On their way to Guadalupe National Park, it was his idea to get off the highway early and find a place to boondock before attempting to climb Guadalupe Peak.

He came forward and stood between the seats, peering out the dusty windows at the desert landscape. “We’re fine… don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

She glanced in the mirror and scowled at him. “You’re complete starkers!”

He grinned. “I was going to surprise you… when you pulled over.”

Surprise didn’t begin to describe how she felt. “Bloody hell!” she shouted. However, her voice lacked conviction. Just the sight of his dangling cock triggered a twinge of desire… and left her craving more. She kept her eyes forward, locked on the road, and did her best to ignore the stiffening cock creeping into her field of vision.

He detected a crack in her resolve and pressed his luck. “Come on, Love, give us a little tug.”

He said it so pitifully; he really knew how to push her buttons. She took one hand off the wheel and stroked his cock. “Is this what you fancy?”

He gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist to keep her from pulling away. “That’s lovely… don’t stop.”

She took her eyes off the road to confront him, to tell him that there was no way she could finish giving him a wank and still drive safely.

“Watch out!” he screamed.

Her eyes shot forward and stared into the windshield of the approaching vehicle, an even bigger RV than their modest rental. She instinctively yanked the wheel the wrong way, sending them directly into the path of the oncoming rig.

*****

Jake slowly pried his fingers loose, one by one, from his death grip on the steering wheel. His quick reaction avoided a head-on collision. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the other vehicle bouncing through the tumbleweeds, throwing up an enormous cloud of dust.

His mind was a swirl of emotions. The ridiculous image of a woman holding a man’s cock was seared into his memory. Why was he standing there… naked? Why was she stroking his cock? Why did she turn towards him? He put his anger aside and bounded out to check the hapless couple for injuries.

Their RV had come to a stop, but the engine was still racing and one rear wheel was spinning, burrowing itself into the sandy soil. He opened the door and reached in to kill the ignition. The engine sputtered to a halt, leaving an eerie silence behind. “Are you okay?”

The dazed woman turned her head slowly, giving him a blank stare. Her lips were tightly pursed, like a tight-assed spinster. Shit! She could be old enough to be his grandmother. The absence of any grey suggested it was not her natural color. Despite her desperate situation, he found her oddly attractive. He gave her thin frame a quick once over, checking for any injuries. Finding none, he asked, “Where’s your man?”

“I’m back here.” His disembodied voice was barely audible.

“Are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so,” came the reply, “just a little shaken up.”

Jake did a quick walk around the rig before entering through the main door. The man was still naked, slumped in the dinette. After giving him a more thorough check, he tossed him a kitchen towel to cover his boner. He took a seat opposite the man and considered what to do next. He heard the click of a seatbelt and looked up.

The women scooted in next to the man and checked him over for herself. She reached for both of Jake’s hands and held them tight. “I’m so sorry… did we damage your caravan.”

Jake was struck by the woman’s genuine concern and felt a calm come over him. “My name is Jake,” he said, flipping his hands over to hold hers.

She took a deep breath. “I’m Val and this tosser is my husband, John.” Her speech was impeccable, her words crisply pronounced.

“Tosser?”

“I think you Yanks say, idiot.”

“That’s bloody harsh,” John said, scowling at his wife. Unlike Val, John’s language was coarse, with a thick cockney accent.

“I say,” she retorted sharply, “you nearly got us killed… pulling out your willy like that… what were you thinking?”

Jake winked and squeezed her hand. Perhaps he’d misjudged her age, maybe not grandmother… but definitely old enough to be his mother. “You’re a very attractive woman, I can imagine exactly what he was thinking.” Whatever residual anger he felt quickly dissipated.

“Damn right,” John said, “besides, it wasn’t me that turned the wrong way, now, was it?”

“Men,” she said, shaking her head. “They’re the same the world over… blame it on the little women.”

Jake gave her a knowing smile. “What brings you out to the middle of nowhere?”

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(All characters in this story are at least 18 years old)

(And thanks, ErikaKane, for being my editor-extraordinaire)

I awoke to the soft patter of raindrops against the cabin roof. Snuggling up against me was Elizabeth, her breathing peaceful and her bare breasts warm against my side. Though the bed sheet covered our bodies, it had drifted down just far enough to expose a hint of Liz’s voluminous, silky smooth cleavage. The silver light of the morning diffused through our curtains and cast a soft glow across the bed. She looked radiant, like something out of a renaissance painting.

Much as I wanted to stay in that position forever, enjoying the presence of Liz’s body, I had thrown down enough alcohol the previous night to necessitate a prompt trip to the bathroom. I untangled my legs from between hers and snuck out of bed as delicately as possible. She didn’t wake up, just made an adorable little mewing noise.

A minute later, as I gently slid back into bed with her, Liz finally blinked awake. For a long, happy while she just smiled at me, until a sudden, unprovoked case of modesty colored her cheeks. Giggling nervously, she rolled out of bed, hiding her huge tits with nothing but her tiny hands. She had still not changed out of Rachel’s petite little silver satin panties, and the overwhelming majority of Liz’s Botticelli hips and delectable ass cheeks were exposed in the morning light. She urged me to look away, but I patently refused.

She hurriedly threw on her Hello Kitty bathrobe and cinched the belt.

“So,” she whispered awkwardly, “I’m gonna—gonna—”

Her eyes locked onto my obvious erection standing up beneath the bed sheet.

“Gonna take a shower,” she finally finished, then she vanished into the bathroom and locked the door.

I took a deep breath, unable to retire the memories of the night before: everyone switching underwear, the game of spin the bottle that had resulted in us all licking each other, the thrill of watching Stephanie’s sexy nude body as she 69’d her boyfriend, and my own climax exploding across Elizabeth’s expansive bosom.

My fingers dropped lazily to my shaft, gently touching myself through the sheet as I replayed the events over and over again. By the time I heard the shower switch off, I was beginning to sweat with arousal.

Elizabeth stepped back into the room wearing her hair up in a towel. Her damp, naked body was covered with nothing but that same Hello Kitty Bathrobe. The hot water clinging to her skin turned to steam in the cold morning air. The look I gave her was unmistakable.

“Oh no you don’t,” she laughed, “I just got cleaned up, you need to put some pants on, Mister.”

Nothing was further from my mind. I pulled aside the sheet covering my nudity and stalked across the bedroom towards her, my hard, hot cock leading the way. Elizabeth’s smile evaporated, and she blushed anxiously at my approach.

She was nervous; not sure what she wanted. Last night, we had been drinking, and our inhibitions were down, but now we were totally sober, and she was free to overthink the situation into the next decade. Elizabeth even opened her mouth to protest, but as I wrapped my arms around her curvaceous body and pulled her in for a kiss, her eyes glazed over and the words went unspoken.

We melted into each other’s lust, tongues dancing excitedly. Her teeth nipped at my lower lip, prompting my naked hips to buck hungrily against her robe. I pulled the towel from her hair and cast it aside, letting those long, wet tresses cascade down her slender shoulders.

Keeping my lips pressed fiercely against hers, I reached between us and slyly unfastened her belt. Then, with a single, sudden movement, I yanked open her robe and pressed my naked body against hers.

Liz let out a surprised gasp that immediately turned into an excited moan as she felt the thick head of my penis touching her bare stomach. I luxuriated in the feel of her warm, damp body and the soft, full breasts mashing against me.

I dropped to my knees, grabbing a quick handful of her butt before proceeding to slide my tongue up the insides of her smooth thighs. My teasing must have gone on for too long, because Elizabeth grabbed me by the hair and impatiently pulled my face up into her scorching hot slit.

“Aw, yeah! Aw, yeah…” she panted, her words husky as they tumbled out.

I looked her in the eye as my tongue finally penetrated her cunt.

The fingers in my hair clenched tight, and her breathing grew frantic. My gaze dropped to Liz’s mouthwatering breasts, heaving and bouncing with every exhalation. I reached up and grabbed hold of them, giving each one a satisfying squeeze.

As my tongue spiraled ever closer to her clit, Liz rocked on weakening knees, dizzy and off-balance. She leaned forward, crushing her huge ripe tits against my palms. I moaned loudly into her cunt, utterly intoxicated by the scent and the wetness splashing against my cheeks. My thumbs and forefingers found my lover’s happy, gumdrop shaped nipples and gently squeezed–

A şişli escort mini-orgasm rippled through her body.

I let her ride out the sensation, then I pulled my mouth away from her crotch and ordered her onto the bed for some more.

“You mean you’re not done?”

“Hell no, I’m not done. That was way too fast, I want to do this properly.”

Elated, Liz flopped onto her back, those breasts bouncing crazily upon impact. I scooted comfortably between her legs and set in for the long haul, gently and teasingly playing my tongue across her most intimate regions. She grabbed up handfuls of the bed sheet and whimpered noisily, clearly not caring if anyone could hear us.

Secretly, I hoped that our neighbors were listening in. I imagined Stephanie and Simon rousing from their naked slumber, following the sounds of Elizabeth’s pleasure until they were standing behind the bathroom door, spying on us through the slats just as we had spied on them the previous night.

The thought spurned me on, and I slowly walked two of my fingers up Liz’s left leg and slid them into her cunt. As I pushed forward, I crossed those fingers one on top of the other to create a new and exciting shape inside of her, then rolled my wrist back and forth, twisting that shape while I heartily licked at every sensitive millimeter.

Her moans of pleasure became staggered and incoherent, and I sensed it was finally time to give the girl some relief. I dragged my tongue upwards and bathed her poor, desperate clit in loving attention. Below, my twisting fingers uncrossed and began pumping into her, simulating sex with rhythmic, powerful thrusting.

Going down on Liz was driving me wild as well. My hard dick throbbed painfully between my legs, furious about being left out of the action.

“Don’t stop!” she screamed, as if I would ever dream of doing such a thing. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t—”

She arched her back, tossing those beautiful tits up towards the ceiling as her breath seized for a few, blissful seconds–

Elizabeth purred out a long, satisfied sigh. I continued to tongue her pussy for a couple minutes after, enjoying the hell out of the little orgasm-aftershocks she kept having.

Finally spent, she moved away from me and propped herself up on her elbows—causing the two succulent melons on her chest to sway in a manner I found most inviting. I wanted her so bad I couldn’t believe it.

“That was—mmm… I missed that.”

I beamed at the compliment.

“Should I do you, now?” she asked.

I kept eying her enormous rack as I slowly shook my head back and forth, literally stammering with desire: “A-Actually, Liz—”

Anticipating what I was going to say, she turned deep red– suddenly embarrassed–and blurted out, “I’m not on the pill! I’m sorry, I just—my mom doesn’t want—”

The smile on my face shut her mouth.

“You don’t need to worry, Liz. I wasn’t gonna suggest that. I would just really like to fuck your tits again. If that’s okay with you.”

A wave of relief washed over her. Her smile was adorable.

“Of course!”

She quickly hopped off the bed and ran naked across the room to retrieve a bottle of lotion from her suitcase. As she crawled back into bed beside me, Liz handed the lotion to me, thrusting her chest out for emphasis:

“Would you care to do the honors?”

I would indeed. Liz reclined comfortably on her back and I straddled her chest, her eyes twinkling proudly at the sight of my uncontrollable desire. Her tiny hands pressed up against the sides of those bountiful jugs and squeezed them together, creating an awe-inspiring monument to cleavage.

My cock gave a little jump in anticipation of what was about to happen. I scooted forwards along her body, my balls dragging across the smooth skin of her belly as I inched towards my goal. Just as my cock was about to penetrate the bottom of Elizabeth’s rack, I held back, taking a moment to savor the reality of the situation.

I squirted a handful of the vanilla-scented lotion into my hands and spread it liberally across the soft flesh of her tits until they were slick as a soaped-up slip n’ slide. I lubed up my cock with the stuff, too, for extra fun.

Then I scooted forward, the tip of my penis rubbing up against the pillowy undersides of her breasts. I felt my resolve waning.

Liz bit her lip in anticipation. I could wait no longer.

Groaning, I pushed my hips forward and slid my impossibly hard dick between her impossibly soft breasts. Elizabeth never stopped smiling as I thrust harder and harder into her tits. The view was incredible: those huge, ripe pillows bouncing hypnotically as they crashed against my pelvis, each impact sending shocks of pleasure directly to my shaft.

I knew I would not be able to endure this new sensation for very long. Elizabeth was just way too fucking hot. Her face was beautiful and her tits were spectacular.

I fell forward onto my hands, humping away at Elizabeth’s massive chest as fast as I could. Though bağcılar escort I could no longer see the action, I was still going wild just listening to the sound of those soft, slippery tits slapping against my flesh. In a daze, I looked back and watched the upside down image of my penis bursting into view through Liz’s cleavage.

Eager for more to do, Elizabeth lifted her head up towards my abdomen and sensually licked the sensitive area beneath my belly button. As my climax approached, she upped the intensity, slathering hot saliva across my skin—

“I’m gonna cum!” I screamed.

Her boobs bounced wildly all along my cock.

“I’m gonna cum! Ahh!”

Elizabeth mashed her tits together—

I came, powerfully blasting my load up against the bottom of her chin. Warm, sticky semen dribbled down my lover’s neck and settled in the valley between her breasts. She giggled at the odd sensation.

“Guess I need to take another shower, now.”

I gratefully kissed her forehead.

“I’ll help.”

Our naked bodies had to squeeze together just to fit in the closet-sized shower. After Elizabeth had gently soaped up my cock, and I’d made sure her breasts were sparkling clean, she pulled me close and we kissed beneath the steaming spray. After only a few minutes, my renewed hardness rubbed against the hot skin of her belly, and the slipperiness of her soapy tits flopped against my chest. I wanted to fuck her so badly—

But an even more powerful desire overwhelmed that one: I just wanted us to keep kissing.

So we did. We kissed until the water ran cold.

…………………..

Leaving that bedroom was like crossing a firing range. Any hopes we had harbored that the others hadn’t heard our earth-shaking orgasms were dashed to pieces the second we opened the door and heard the cheering. Not only had we been obnoxiously loud, we had also been the first two people up that morning. Our moaning had literally woken every other person in the cabin.

We fielded a merciless barrage of good-natured teasing. Oddly enough, it actually seemed like our friends had been rooting for Elizabeth and I to hook up, which frankly mystified both of us. I’d screwed around with every straight girl in the cabin over the past few months, but our other friends had never before made such a big deal about it.

Only Amy gave us a free pass, and that was just because she was so focused on surviving her hangover.

Poor Amy. That girl really went through hell that morning. She spent hours hugging the toilet, still dressed in Stephanie’s oversized underwear from the night before. We all took turns sitting on the floor beside her for company, administering a metric ton of drinking water for medicinal purposes.

When my turn came to play nurse, Amy seemed especially mortified. She protested that she didn’t like the idea of a boy to see her when she looked “not awesome” (her words), but I reminded Amy that she and I had hung out together plenty of times after our runs, when she was covered in sweat and B.O. If I could handle her smelling “not awesome,” I could easily forgive the fact that her eyes were a bit puffy and her skin was a tad pale.

My sexy redhead friend, usually so full of self-confidence, draped a pitiably weak arm across my shoulder and swore off alcohol forever. For the record, that lasted about two months.

When she was finally starting to feel a bit better, Amy leaned into my ear and whispered “So, what went down with you and Lizzie this morning?”

I blushed a bit. “What, you want details or something?”

“Hell yes, I want details. All Liz was willing to tell me was, ‘it was nice.’ You didn’t fuck her, did you? She’s not on the pill.”

“No, I didn’t fuck her. We messed around in bed for a while and then we took a shower together. And she was right, it was nice.”

Amy gave me a congratulatory pat on the back. “Bet you guys had all kinds of fun in that shower. What’d you do?”

“We kissed.”

“And what else?”

I frowned at her. “And we got clean. We kissed and we got clean.”

Amy recoiled from me, surprised and intrigued by this development. I didn’t understand what the big deal was and I told her as much.

“You just kissed? That was all? You guys were in there for like five days. You didn’t go down on each other, or give each other hand jobs, or anything? Were you just spent or something?”

I shrugged. “No, we were both pretty turned on. We just wanted to kiss, I don’t see what’s so weird. People kiss.”

An impish grin crossed Amy’s face and she chuckled, still weak from all the alcohol. She pointed an accusing finger at my nose and chided, “You’re falling for her.”

“What? It’s Liz, we’re friends. I’ve screwed around with everybody, now. Well, everybody except… you-know-who.”

The memory of Corrine tasted bitter in our minds, so I quickly pushed past, “I like Liz a lot, but it’s not like we’re a couple or something.”

Amy frowned at me, “If it was me in that shower fındıkzade escort with you, instead of Liz, you’re saying that all we would have done is kissed? Come on! You’d have been inside me in less than a minute. Friends-with-benefits don’t take a long, hot, soapy shower together and just kiss. That’s something else entirely.”

She was right. Or at least partially right. I had always lusted after Elizabeth, just as I’d lusted after all my beautiful friends, but there was something about what had happened between us that morning that was twisting me up. Sure, I was happy—damn, I was giddy—but that wasn’t it. Giddy, I could handle.

No, there was also another, stranger sensation that I didn’t recognize at all. Fantastic, thrilling, and terrifying all at once, like the universe had suddenly taken the training wheels off my bike and pushed me down a hill. Like some phantom hand had reached inside me and made a fist.

It scared the shit out of me.

“Sucks for me,” Amy whined, scurrying back over to the toilet. “No parents around for a whole week, and the only two guys both have girlfriends. I’m not gonna get laid ONCE.”

“Amy, Liz is not my girlfriend. I don’t know what she and I are, exactly, but we aren’t that. Not yet, anyway. Not until we decide we are.”

A short while later, Stephanie relieved me of my post at Amy’s side, and I sought out Elizabeth to discuss what was happening. I could see in her big, green eyes that she was just as confused as I was.

Even though it had been me who had said I wanted to talk, I was at a complete loss as for where to begin. We took a walk outside, in the rain, huddling beneath our umbrella for a surreal forty-five minutes, during which time neither of us said a word.

Finally, just as we were almost back at the cabin I blurted out, “Are we a couple now?”

“I don’t know. Everybody’s acting like we are and it’s kind of pissing me off.”

I nodded in agreement. “I feel the same way, but I’ve gotta admit, I really, really liked making out with you this morning.”

“Me too.”

I reached to take her small hand in mine, but she pulled it away from my grasp.

“I just don’t know if I want a boyfriend right now. Not a serious one. And if I was with you, it would be serious. It would have to be. And I don’t want that weighing on me when we go away to college.”

There it was. College. The looming apocalypse that promised to annihilate every high school relationship, no matter how blissful. It was just four months away. We’d all stopped talking about it because it was so damn depressing, but Liz had a point: Did I really want to let myself fall for her, only for us to be ripped apart against our will?

Deep down, I knew there was no way I would be able to hang onto Liz as my girlfriend while she was away at college. She was unbelievably gorgeous, and there was sure to be an army of studly young guys wooing her, day and night. I wouldn’t be around to deter them. We wouldn’t even be in the same state.

I frowned, “So, what do you want to do?”

“Let’s just keep being friends, I guess.”

I nodded, she hugged me, and we both let out a huge sigh of relief. I felt a tremendous weight lifted from my shoulders, yet at the same time I couldn’t shake the notion that I had just discarded something I wasn’t supposed to. Like I had just gone back in time and changed the future from its proper path.

A few hours later, Rachel pointed out how odd it was that two whole days had gone by without us taking advantage of her parents’ hot tub, so we all changed into our bathing suits and relaxed beneath the warm, bubbling water. On any other day, I would have been bug-eyed when my gorgeous friends paraded out in their colorful bikinis, but my morning with Elizabeth had left me so confused that the sight of all that voluptuous female flesh just put me in a funk.

I was still rock hard beneath my trunks, however. There was no stopping that.

Liz walked out wrapped in a towel, which she quickly discarded and slipped beneath the concealment of the water–suddenly bereft of all the sexy self-assuredness she had shown the night before. I expected her to sit next to me, but for some reason Liz chose instead to plant herself down on the opposite side of the tub, next to Simon and Stephanie. The move did not go unnoticed by our friends, though everyone was too polite to say anything.

I looked over at Simon, who, unlike me, had not had a confusing morning at all. He had finally screwed around with his hot girlfriend, and now he was getting to see more exposed skin than he ever had in his life. The guy was probably the happiest and horniest he’d ever been.

How come it couldn’t be like that for me? Simon had glided in effortlessly into our group, snagged a hot girlfriend—MY hot girlfriend–and then he got to enjoy the company of her awesome, gorgeous friends. I, on the other hand, had been buddies with everyone for so long that things got weird any time we crossed the “friend” line.

The girls were all predictably flirty and teasing toward us boys, but while Simon lapped it all up, I just sunk into a deeper and deeper funk. Liz acted weirdly distant towards me, forcing herself to flirt with Simon, instead–innocently letting her gigantic tits bump up against his arm from time to time while we all joked.

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Walking into the club on this cool Friday night, I made my way over to the bar. Terese was on tonight, so I knew that I would be up for good conversation tonight. Terese was one of the smarter barmaids that worked here, of the others, there was only one that wasn’t cluey, just a tad ditzy, but still a damn good barmaid, her “Illusions, with a twist” were legendary by everyone’s standard, also a pretty creative cocksucker by my standards! Her blow jobs always kept me coming back for more, I mean, how else was I going to keep her mouth shut?! . Even her name was skewiff, Linney, hmmm go figure?

The other girls Kaycee, Cheryll, Jo, Tiffany & Leah were all dolls & I’m convinced that these girls were the reason that the crowds kept coming back week after week, it could also have been because they were topless barmaids. These girls only operated Thursday, Friday & Saturday nights & at a guess these were the most productive nights & three of them, I knew for a fact, had extra work hours that didn’t have anything to do with alcohol!

Leah, being the new girl, had yet to show her talents in this field, but I’m pretty sure that with a little time & effort she would come round & bend over backwards to be one of the “girls.” Two weeks was a little to much to expect from the girl, so biding one’s time was of the essence.

Kaycee, on the other hand was a regular root rat, couldn’t keep her hands off the patrons or the other staff for that matter, regular little hornbag, Cheryll & Jo (short for Josephine), straight talking, down the line lesbians who only had eyes for women or each other, they weren’t fussy, nor were they adverse to putting on a little show for a select few patrons, for a price mind you, which brings us lastly to the “2 TEES,” Tiffany & Terese, Tiff was married with 2 beaut kids, but a cunt of an old man, bashed her around a bit, don’t know how many times she’d lob at work with a bruised & battered face & body. Couldn’t leave him she would always say because of the kids & I would always say to her what would her kids gonna do if one night she didn’t get up off the floor, she would always look blankly at me & look down at her feet & turn away.

Then nine times out of ten one of the other girls would find her in the loo crying her eyes out, poor kid, needed a decent break in <a href="https://mertermarka.com" rel='dofollow' title="merter escortmerter escort< her life, if she would only let some one turn the lights out on this guy once & for all, she & the kids would be better off & you know the ironic thing, this prick was only an inch taller than her & weighed less than she did, so it beat the fuck outta me how he was able to do so much damage. I swore I’d go around there one night, watch what he does, then wait for him one night & WOOSHKA, lights out scumbag! , but Tiff made me promise to stay out of it, so I did, for her & her kids sake & told her one night, that what goes around comes around.

As for Terese, well now, here was a lady that was literally Sex on a stick, could suck the chrome off any tail pipe & fuck any which way a patrons heart would desire, even Greek style (nudge, nudge, wink, wink! ),

had been working here for about four years now & many a night she had a queue of patrons, both male & female, waiting for her service, sometimes the wait could be anything upwards of two hours after closing time, there was even a rumor that she did eight blokes in the car park one night in her Sandman, man, I would loved to have been there & to top things off she was an academic of some sort, hadn’t been able to find that out yet, but one day you know. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Between her & Kaycee there was always something new & special, always vibrant & upbeat, I’m pretty sure that given the chance they would out on on a double act & for a hefty price I’d even go as far to say that they would put on a private show for those willing to part with cash & that IS something I would love to see. Maybe if I played my cards right, tonight might be worth a try!?

The night went off as usual, Mick, Toby, Langy, Tiny & Tungo had a relative easy night with no trouble from the patrons, apart from the odd one or two fuckheads that thought they could be hero’s, it was a relatively calm night & the band played long & loud & the girls kept the grog flowing, Kaycee came in two hours after Terese started to help cope with the mob & they did it with sheer style & professionalism.

At about quarter past four after the last patron had staggered out the door, I was heading home myself when Kaycee stopped me in the foyer to ask me for a güngören escort lift home as her girlfriend that was supposed to be picking her & Terese up had been called to work at short notice (she was a E. R. nurse) & had left them stranded. So I said okay & off we went, all the while my cogs were in over drive. On the walk out to my car I asked Terese where her Sandman was & she told me that there was an oil leak from one of the big end main seals & was in getting repaired & that she had been using public transport all week.

The girls sat in the back while I drove. As we got a block from the club Terese pulled a reefer from her bag & fired it up, passed it to Kaycee who passed it on to me, I declined because I was driving & they finished it themselves. Terese asked me to take them to my place so they could shower & grab a drink, I told them no probs & headed to my place.

Once there, there was no time for subtlties or niceties, they both said that they were horny & wanted to fuck. Now who was I to stand in the way of two incredibly attractive, sexy & very horny women, was I about to argue with them?Don’t answer that question!

What followed was what I can only describe as the best sex I’ve ever had in my 38 years. Normally I go to bed about an hour after I get home from the club, but tonight or should I say this morning, I managed to eventually drop off to sleep at about 10. 00am. But I have to say that 4 1/2 hours of solid sex, it would be enough to send any stud to sleep.

What started out as a few quiet drinks turned out to be a night I’d never forget.

Firstly Terese & Kaycee got down & dirty into each other, fingering, licking & sucking, what a sight, then they attacked me, ripping & tearing my clothing until I was standing stark naked in the middle of my lounge room with an eight & a half inch erection proudly waiting to be devoured, I didn’t have to wait for long.

The first thing they did was treat me to a tandem blow job, two sets of lips moving up & own the length of my cock, culminating in the first of many intense orgasms. When we adjourned to my bedroom, they pushed me down on the bed & Kaycee sat on face, while Terese sat on my cock, both girls were facing each other, I couldn’t see what they were doing to maslak escort each other but it must’ve been good, coz’ all I could hear was a lot of moaning & groaning & Kaycee rubbing her warm, wet cunt all over my face, while Terese bounced merrily on my cock, we all came at around the same time.

When we had composed ourselves, I went to get something to drink, when I got back to the bedroom, both girls were sitting against the bedhead,

diddling each other’s clit & Terese was holding another spliff, this time I accepted the joint & toked hard, passed it back to Kaycee, then handed them their drinks, Terese then asked me if I’d ever arse fucked a girl before, when I replied that I’d only tried it once, they said it was time to add to my collection, I shit you not, readers, I was going to fuck these two gorgeous girls up their pert little backsides, tonight, here, both, on this bed!

Just for the record, there is nothing finer than than feeling your cock slip past the tightened ring of a woman’s sphincter, gripping your knob, feeling it slide over the glans onto the shaft, then grip your shaft thus tightening even further around the knob, if there has been plenty of lube used, the feel of her arsehole slowly engulfing the entire length of your cock is a feeling so indescribable, that you have to feel it to know exactly what I’m talking about & when her arse cheeks touch your pelvis & your pubes chaffe against her flesh, all I can say is, TWICE AS TIGHT & FOUR DEGREES WARMER! , but you know the best thing, I had two arseholes to fuck! Once I was fucked up to the hilt she squeezed her sphincter a couple times then slowly moved away from my body until my knob was just inside the rim, then moving back down, then up again, getting faster & faster until we both came, my cum sploshing up into her rectum & her juices coating my balls, a ten minute break then did it all again with the next girl.

If I had died tonight, I would have died a happy chappy.

Later that morning when we’d been asleep for a few hours, we all awoke & had something to eat, Terese asked me if I wouldn’t mind taking them home. Not a problem I assured them, when we got to Terese’s house I asked her what it was that she gave up studying to become a topless barmaid.

She told me that she had studied to be a lawyer but got bored, then as she got out of the car, she turned to me & said,

“Thanks for the lift, will we see you tonight?”

“Yeah, more than likely & try not to be late tonight, o. k.?”

“No problem boss, yeah, I know, you’re only trying to run a business!”

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Chapter 4 — Lion’s Den

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Author’s notes: I would like to point out, since I use a first and last name in this story for a character, that all of the names have been changed. Please understand that while I use a first and last name for a person in this story, it is neither her real first nor last name.

In addition, everyone involved in any sexual situation in this story is at least 18 years or older, just to make that clear. Thanks.

– – –

I got kind of lucky over the next few days. My wife, Ann, got very busy with work and our sex life took a hit. Yes I count that as lucky because she was wearing me out. So I got a few days of rest to recoup my batteries, but I should have known it wouldn’t last long. I was laying in bed reading my e-reader when she came out of the shower and gave me ‘the eyes’ as she curled up into bed. I nodded at the TV, which had a porn in the attached DVD player and asked her, “Want me to start the movie?” My wife liked watching dirty movies as we slowly got into foreplay, and even during sex.

She shook her head and said, “You know what I want.”

I smiled, “Yes, but I can fuck you with the movie on or off.”

She slapped my shoulder and said, “No, not that. Well, yes, that too. But I mean I want more of the story!”

I sighed. I had known this was coming. I tried to dodge the bullet and said, “I don’t remember where I left off baby, let’s just watch a movie.”

She glared at me, “You and Jen and nina just had sex in the Red Roof Inn while you were waiting for Rich to get there. nina was going to give Jen her ass for the first time and Jen was going to do a threesome with him and her while you filmed it.” She pointed a finger at me and said, “You were getting in the shower annnnndddd……. Go!”

I dragged a hand across my face. She was relentless, that was for sure. I wasn’t going to avoid this so I may as well just give in. “Ok, fine I give up. So the three of us went and showered and just did a little touching and playing, no sex, they took out the butt plugs. Then we got out and the two girls spent like half an hour doing their makeup and hair. They went really trashy, they wanted to be really slutty looking for Rich. We were expecting him to get there around 6, so right around then, Jen and I gave nina a tag team oral sex session with plenty of analingus, then we slid the black butt plug back into her to surprise Rich. Rich showed up a little late…”

“Wait wait wait,” Ann stopped me, “Why are you rushing through the story? You usually tell it much sexier than this.”

I looked at my wife and said, “Honestly baby, this part of the story, it’s a bit boring to me. I’m going to skip ahead some.” My wife looked displeased with this, and I shrugged and said, “We can skip the story and just watch a porn and have sex if you’d prefer.”

Ann shook her head, “No no it’s your story, go ahead tell it however you want.”

“So,” I continued. “Rich showed up with a pizza, the camcorder, and a dirty movie. We hooked the camcorder up to the TV and watched the porn while we ate and chatted. Obviously the conversation was about sex for the most part, and Rich could barely wait, firing down two slices of cheese pizza quicker than it took me to eat half a slice.”

“After we ate, the girls went into the bathroom to freshen up. Rich ducked outside for a smoke. Even though I told him he didn’t have too, he said he wanted too for some cold air to calm down. I got the camcorder ready to film that night’s action, and made sure that the Rich and nina (and one scene with me) sex tape was ready to go. Rich came back in and made himself comfortable on the bed. Then when the girls came out they did this sexy strip tease while he sat on the bed. They stripped him down too. Lots of kissing and touching as the three of them started getting into it. I stayed perfectly quiet while I filmed, this was Rich’s show.”

“They started out by blowing him at the same time, and he came in Nina’s mouth. Then it took him awhile to get hard again. So while he was recovering, the two of them went down on each other. I could tell from the look in Jen’s eyes that she wasn’t doing this for the show, she was really into it. Then when Rich was ready again, he lay back and Nina rode his cock while Jen rode his face. Then they switched. But Rich couldn’t cum, and it was a good hour of them trying different positions. Finally Nina announced that she wanted Rich to fuck her ass for the first time. So she lay on the edge of the bed and pulled her knees up to her chest. Rich lubed up and slowly began fucking her virgin ass. Jen lay on the bed next to nina kissing her and touching her. Finally Nina relaxed enough for Rich to start to work a good pace. When Jen started playing with Nina’s pussy that was all she could take. Nina came hard, and that made Rich cum, blowing inside her ass for the first time ever.

“After that it was another round of showers then we just hung out for a while. We watched the footage of what I’d just shot, and then all four of us had some more sex, with our respective girls. But it was 11pm before we knew it and I had to get everyone home. Jen tried to suck me off in the mecidiyeköy escort car on the ride home, but I was too focused on driving to really enjoy it.”

Ann added in, “Plus you’re not really that into oral sex.”

I nodded my head and continued, “But when I dropped Nina off at her house, she said she wasn’t getting out of the car till I did. So she blew me for like 20 minutes before giving up. Then we jumped into the back of my SUV, folded down the back seats, and had a quicky before she went into her house. We were lucky no one came down her street while we were doing it, I can’t imagine how much trouble we would have been in, even though it was almost one in the morning.”

Ann pinched my side and complained, “You know, I’m hearing a lot of sexyness, but you’re just blowing past it all, you’re not going into any details, it’s frustrating!”

I bent over and planted a kiss on my wife’s forehead as she squirmed against me. “Calm down baby, I’m getting to it. But I should warn you, this story isn’t so great. It’s the fallout from Rich’s party at the motel and the fact that my first sexual relationship had somehow turned into a three way polyamorous relationship. What happened in the story I’m about to tell you were the seeds for the end of my first love. I did love Jen but we were both young and it was destined to end. So I wanted to set the stage for why this all started to go down hill.”

I sighed, “Things seemed to be going well, but my friend at school began to drive a wedge between me and Jen. I made a mistake, and that mistake was my friend Lions.

– – –

“So,” I said into the phone with a frown on my face, “I’m not going to see you at all this weekend?”

Jen’s voice was quiet for a few moments before she answered, “I mean, if you want to come up and stay at my parents house, maybe? But the town closes down the youth center for a weekend every January to clean and disinfect everything. It’s going to take us all weekend working and cleaning non stop to get all the mats, toys, games, etc cleaned. I’m going to be working till near midnight easily all weekend long.”

I sighed, I knew that I had to work at my part time job on Saturday morning and afternoon myself, but thought that maybe Jen, nina, and I could get together that evening. I wasn’t sure where we’d hang out, as all of our parents would be at our respective houses, but I really wanted to try to get another threesome party going. While I rented out a two room apartment in my parent’s attic, it wasn’t soundproofed exactly. I know the girls would have felt constrained if we had gone to my house. I’d thought about a motel, but I couldn’t really afford it.

None of that mattered now anyways since Jen was going to be busy working all weekend. “You and Nina could always get together,” Jen said to me over the phone, her voice a little softer.

“I dunno,” I said, “I really wanted to see you baby.” It was now friday, the twelfth of January, 1996. I felt weird though because even though in the last two weeks I’d had a lot of sex, I had realized that none of it had actually just been me and my girlfriend. I missed laying in bed with her sexy body, wrapping my hands in her thick chocolate brown hair, licking her dark red, almost brown tinted nipples. I missed, really, fucking my girlfriend when it was just she and I. I wasn’t complaining about the fact that my wonderfully perverted girlfriend had introduced us into a girl girl threesome, but I was young and stupid and impatient. I wanted to see my girlfriend.

“I know, I know, but I can’t.” She answered, “Call Nina, see if she’s doing anything this weekend. She’s sad that Rich left. She could use the distraction.”

Jen and I talked for a while more, but the conversation only got more frustrating and I promised to call Nina. Afterwards, I did but Nina wasn’t in the mood to be on the phone. She sounded depressed that her fiancee Rich had left for deployment for six months or more. We made plans to drive up to Fort Niagara in Canada and have a picnic saturday afternoon once I got out of work.

The weekend slid by with not much eventfulness. Nina and I had a decent picnic, but she spent almost the whole time talking about how she already missed Rich. But one thing I found interesting is she said that apparently she thought that Jen was a real sex addict. The two of them had been sneaking away during school hours to have sex in the bathroom, locker room, backstage at the school auditorium, or anywhere they could get twenty minutes in private all week long. I couldn’t help but think that Jen wasn’t that concerned about not seeing me this weekend because she’d been 69ing with Nina all week long.

I didn’t resent the fact that Rich got to fuck my girlfriend a few days ago. Hell he’d practically begged me to service his fiancee while he was gone. But a tiny annoying thought began to work it’s way into my brain. Jen was having a lot of girl on girl sex with Nina, and I was getting the advantage of two women. But, and this was starting to pester me, Jen was getting a lot more then I was. She’d gotten to fuck two new people, Nina and Rich. I only got Nina. In addition she also got to have sex cihangir escort with Nina a lot more often than me. Yes she was risking getting caught by having her trysts at school, but I usually only was free to see either of the girls on the weekends.

Nina and I found a secluded place to park on a seasonal highway that evening, flipped down the back seats of my SUV, and had some great sex. I usually kept a blanket in my car for safety, but since Jen and I had begun having sex, I upped that number to three blankets and two pillows in a garbage bag to stay clean. With two blankets under you and one over you, the back of my SUV turned into a relatively comfortable fuck pad on wheels.

I dropped Nina off late saturday evening and went home sexually relieved, but still mulling over the fact that out of the three of us, I was getting the least, by far.

The next week seemed to drag by. My horny slutty friend at school, Lions, was merciless in teasing me. She made me give her details about my new threesome relationship and her flirting got even more blatant. I had no doubt that she wanted to fuck me, and I’ll be honest that I didn’t start thinking about it. It would even things out wouldn’t it? So when she invited me to a party at her house saturday night, I considered it.

“Lions,” I told the short pretty blonde, “Look, if things were different, I’d be all about it, but you know I love Jen. I really don’t want to cheat on her.”

Lions put on a look of shock, I saw through it, and said, “No, Peter, really, I’m having a party. You should come. Bring Jen, heck, bring Jen and Nina. There’s going to be a bunch of people there, I swear.”

I shrugged, “Ok, I guess so then.” I didn’t have any plans for that coming saturday, I knew Jen wouldn’t be working too late on saturday, and if Jen was there, Lions would probably cut back on her flirting.”

She looked overjoyed and over the next few days it was all the horny blonde eighteen year old ever talked about. But then as Friday hit, I found myself supremely disappointed again. I called Jen when I got home from school and she let me know some bad news. “I don’t think I’m going to see you this weekend.”

“What?” I practically yelled into the phone. “Come on, you couldn’t get together last weekend and now you can’t this one either?”

She practically whined at me, “I’m sorry baby, my uncle is visiting this weekend. I got kicked out of my bedroom so he could sleep on a bed instead of a couch. I’m staying up in the upstairs den on the couch, and my parents said they expect me to stay here and be social. They said you can come over and visit, but there’s no way they will let you spend the night.”

I sighed, her parents were kind of religious, and that they let me spend the night from time to time, but I always had to sleep on the couch in the upstairs den or in their living room while Jen slept in her own bedroom. They figured that if we were in separate rooms there couldn’t be any hanky panky. That of course was an idea that we put to shame as Jen would wait till both her parents were snoring, then sneak up to the couch where I was sleeping. But she was now telling me that I couldn’t spend the night, that there was no chance of getting some quality alone time with her.

It had been over a week and a half since we’d even seen each other, and at this point each of us was fucking Nina far more than each other. I missed her tight athletic body, with her heavy natural D cup tits bouncing in my face. I missed the look on her face when she came, or how she’d beg me afterwards to fuck her ass, usually bringing about a second orgasm almost immediately. I missed fucking my girlfriend.

I said goodbye and hung up. Dialing up Nina next I asked her if she wanted to go to a party with me on saturday. I wasn’t prepared for her answer, “I can’t, I’m spending the weekend at Jen’s house, won’t you be coming over?”

“Uh,” I said flabbergasted, “She invited me, but I promised this friend that I’d go to this party.”

“Awwww,” Nina whined, “Jen said she bought a strapon, I thought I was going to get a chance to get both of you to fuck me finally.”

“Um…” I stumbled, “Maybe I’ll swing by after the party then. I gotta go Nina, have fun without me.”

I hung up the phone and I felt my neck getting hot. Jen bought a strap on dildo? She was having Nina over to spend the night? Thoughts whirled through my head crazily. Was Jen making the leap from bisexual to full lesbian? Would she rather just fuck Nina and not deal with me?

I grit my teeth and was very angry, when suddenly the image of Lions came into my head. The petite blonde with the continually mussed up hair. Her slight frame with perky B cup breasts. Her thin frame with cute tight ass, which she seemed to always be brushing up against me. Those blue grey eyes and that cute upturned nose and lips that seemed to be always shiny with her lip gloss as if asking to be kissed. I started to wonder what her pussy looked like. Did she shave, did she trim? Did she have big labia or small? I wondered if she liked having her asshole licked.

I realized with a start what I was thinking exactly. taksim esc I was thinking I’d cheat on Jen with Lions. Lions wasn’t her name, it was just what I called her. Her name was Keri, and her last name sounded a lot like the word ‘lion’ so that was what I usually called her. It was because there was another friend of ours at school named Carrie, and in addition I also knew two of Jen’s friends with similar names; Carrie and and Carrie-lee. So, her nickname was Lions and that’s what I thought of her as.

Could I cheat on Jen with Lions? Would it be cheating? Well, yes it would. But wasn’t Jen cheating on me now? She was lying about this weekend so that she and nina could have a little fuckathon without me? I knew that her parents wouldn’t have a problem with another girl sleeping in her bedroom. She bought a strapon? I was angry and confused and decided the only thing for it was just to play things by ear.

Saturday at work was no help as my co workers taunted me mercilessly when I told them my story. I think they were all jealous that I’d had a threesome, and none of them had despite being older than me. I worked part time at a computer repair shop. We did a lot of technical stuff and built computers, ran training classes, that kind of thing. So my co workers weren’t exactly the smoothest of guys. In fact the only decent one among them was already married. But they gave me no end of crap all day, and lesbian porn began popping up all over the office and on every monitor that had power in the back of the shop.

I tried calling Jen at one point in the day and her mother answered the phone. She said that Jen and her friend went out somewhere. I grit my teeth, neither of them had a car, and if her mom didn’t know where they went, that meant that someone else came and picked them up. I decided to risk my already bad mood and asked, “Tell uncle Larry that I’m sorry I didn’t stop by this weekend, but I’m busy with work.”

Her mother sounded confused, “Uh, ok, I will the next time I see him… but why do you want me to tell uncle Larry that?”

I managed to spit out, “Oh, my mistake, I thought your brother was visiting this weekend, I must have been confused. Tell Jen I called please? Thanks.”

I hung up the phone in a rage, there was no doubt about it, Jen had totally lied to me. She wanted to have a little one on one fuck weekend with Nina apparently and didn’t want me to intrude. Fine.

That afternoon I used my fake ID to buy some wine coolers and some beer, and made my way to Lion’s house for her party. There were no cars out front, but I could hear the sounds of a TV going at full volume as soon as I shut off my engine. I came up and rang the doorbell and waited as the sounds of some TV show blared through the glass windows.

Lions stuck her head out a window near the front door and she waved, “Come to the side door Pete.” She said with a grin before pulling her head back in and shutting the door. I carried the paper bag with wine coolers and beer around to the side door and waited. A minute later she opened the door, dressed in her usual push up bra, polo shirt, and jeans. She pulled me in and asked, “No girlfriends tonight Pete?”

I grit my teeth and just shook my head no. When I found my voice I managed to say, “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be seeing them much anymore.”

She feigned sadness and sympathy for me, but I saw through it. She was excited. She began pulling me down the stairs to a furnished basement as she explained to me. “My Nana is in the living room upstairs. She’s totally deaf and can’t hear a fucking thing, that’s why she watches the TV so loud. My parents are gone for the weekend and she’s here watching me. Though to be honest, I think I’m watching her. Anyways, people are already down in the basement, lets go.”

She pulled me literally, down the stairs to the furnished basement. There I saw a kind of pathetic sight. Three juniors from our high school and one other senior sat around a large folding table. On the table were laid out everyone’s Magic: The Gathering cards as they were playing a round of the oh so geeky game. I looked around the table, Yanish the indian kid, Tim the scrawny junior with self esteem issues, Greg the computer nerd, and Leah who was a very cute and extremely buxotic junior, but could only be described as a total art dork. To top it all off, the TV in the corner was playing Monty Python’s Holy Grail. I groaned inwardly, this wasn’t a party, it was a dorkfest.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I liked all of the kids here. Yanish was one of the funnier people I knew, likewise he always laughed at everyone elses jokes no matter how bad they were. Tim was possibly one of the smartest guys I knew, and his quiet unassuming attitude made you feel like you were the most important person in the world when he was around you. Greg was a whiz with computers, and while he talked too much, he never said anything mean about anyone unless they were a bully. As for Leah… well… if she were a year older and I didn’t know Jen, I might have been into her. She was cute, not pretty, but cute. She had some extra weight on her, but that translated to huge boobs. If she didn’t hide her face behind huge ugly glasses, and always pull her hair back in a librarian style bun, then maybe other kids would have noticed her physical beauty. Of course she was also kind of religious, and her parents would have never let her date someone of a different religion than her, so she was pretty much out anyways.

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