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Along the High Street of Norwich there is a small book shop, not one such as W.H.Smith or Waterstone’s, but more of the kind that they used to be when they first started out. It only has a small frontage and caters for the more astute connoisseur of first editions and those hard to find tomes of obscure writers as well as providing the service of finding out of print books.

It was here that Tracey Smith works as a salesperson as well as the arbiter between the two owners that were middle aged and live above the shop. The fact that they are gay didn’t faze Tracey in the slightest and these disputes were so trivial that she laughed at them as she tried to resolve their differences.

She constantly brought them down to earth with her home spun philosophy and in spite of their sexual orientation, loved them both. They were good employers and knew their books from A to Z and were most affable to clients who came to the store. It was only when these were missing did they bitch at one another and it amazed Tracey how they had stayed together so long.

It had been somewhat difficult when she had applied for the vacancy of a sales clerk to convince them to hire her. Both had wanted a male clerk and said it quite bluntly, but then she was quick to point out that they would then forever be arguing as to who was going to take him to bed first. So the simplest thing was to employ her and as she was female, give them some credence in the High Street. The logic of her argument was accepted and she had got the job. That was two years ago.

She was a happy vivacious girl of twenty two, brown hair, brown eyes in a pretty face. Five foot six and tended to be a slight thicker round the waist that she had wished, but her bust compensated for this as well as having a nice pair of legs with trim ankles. Having worked there for so long, she was able to discern the nature of the person who came into the shop and she instantly knew whether to turn on her charm or call one of the two owners to deal with them. This was a bonus as far as these two gays concerned with her astuteness and clucked over her like two mother hens with their chick.

Tracey was happy working for these two ageing queens but it had its downside for not many heterosexual men visited the shop, though she did have a boy friend, one Mark Patterson. She had originally come from Lowestoft where work just didn’t seem to be available and that was why she was living and working in Norwich. She currently lived in a bed-sit that wasn’t really a place to entertain any boyfriends plus the fact that it took half of her earnings just to stay there.

This was to be changed when she finally got to know Diane Gardner. She worked further up the High Street in a Dental surgery as a receptionist, not well paid, but at least it was a steady job as everywhere, jobs were now at a premium. Well those that didn’t involve you getting filthy or dishpan hands.

She was a mousey blond of twenty one years of age and not, it must be said, as pretty as Tracey. Her figure was passable only because her bust was slightly more oversize than it should have been for one of her height.

She lived at home with her mother and sister, and it was a serious canker to her. It was only a two bed roomed terraced house and she had to share the double bed in the second bedroom with her sister Margaret and was far better looking and only two years older than Diane who had just had her twenty first birthday. It was Margaret that got the boy friend’s and would persist in bringing them home and when mother went to bed, would snog with them on the parlour sofa. This drove Diane mad as she either had to sit there and watch or go to bed on her own.

Many times Margaret had asked her to sleep downstairs on that small sofa so that she could take her current boyfriend to their bed. But Diane stuck to her guns here and suffered all the abuse from Margaret when she refused to have her sister have a man in her bed. Diane wasn’t a virgin, but she would be damned if she’d let her sister have fun in her, albeit, shared bed while she slept on the sofa. So all was not well in that household with this being the main problem in Diane’s life.

The surgery where she worked didn’t officially open till nine in the morning, though she had to be there by eight thirty at the latest, and so would stop at a coffee shop on the High Street every morning to have a bracer as she called it before starting her working day. The bookshop also didn’t open till nine, though Tracey only needed to be there at that time, but she too stopped off for coffee some times before getting to the shop.

It was only a nodding acquaintance at the start as they would see each other on most days of the week. Then came the good mornings to one another and before long, they would say a few more words as they queued up to be served. Eventually it got round to the point that they found that they both took lunch at the same time and so started to meet for lunch in a pub just down the road in the High Street. It was convenient maslak escort for them by being about halfway between their two places of work. So within six months they were on giggling terms as it were over their half pint of beer and a sandwich.

Diane was envious of this new friend Tracey, so friendly and outgoing. Charming and witty and having the poise of independence as well as looking prettier than she was. She was also in awe of her for having the strength of character to move away from home and stand on her own two feet, though Tracey didn’t have a good word to say about where she was living at the time. A nightmare, she called it. No male visitors and such like. It played havoc with one’s love life she told Diane, who at that time, had only known two boys, and that being of a short duration.

It was Diane’s wish that she could move away from home and have her own flat that inspired the idea that she and Tracey should move in together. Tracey herself was fed up with the rules and regulations of her bed-sit and would like to be in a flat where she could come and go as she pleased and entertain her boy friend in style.

‘Why don’t we move into a flat together. Two bedrooms with a lounge, it would be perfect. With two of us paying the rent it would probably be cheaper than what I’m paying now. How much do you give your mum every week?’ she asked.

‘Half of what I get from the surgery,’ Diane replied, warming to this idea that Tracey had put on the table. ‘Do you think we could do it together?’

‘I’m sure of it. There’s plenty of vacant flats round the town and I’m sure we could find one that would fit our budget. That is if you are up for it?’

Diane was and told her that she would be delighted if they could do this together. It would mean freedom from her sister’s constant nagging about having to share the same bed every night when she should have a man beside her instead of a sister.

So they spent the next week during their lunch hour to visit estate agents that were letting flats. The following week they followed up and began viewing certain properties that fitted their agreed budget. It was during the second week that they found one that was both suitable and affordable and agreed to take it.

For Tracey it was no problem in giving notice to quit her room though it was a different matter for Diane. Her mother didn’t want her to leave, no doubt thinking of the money that she was getting from her. But her sister was delighted and it was her who pushed their mother into accepting the fact that Diane was about to fly the nest.

So the very next week, Tracey and Diane signed the lease on this flat that they had chosen. They even splashed out on a taxi to collect both their cases of clothes and such like from both habitats to convey them to their new home. As both the bedrooms were of the same size, it didn’t matter which one had which, but it still took them three months to get other things sorted out.

The bathroom was the first problem by it having only one shelf that wasn’t big enough to accommodate all that they both needed, so separate racks were bought. The one on the left of the basin was for Tracey and the one on the right was Diane’s. It can’t be said that they were really arguments but there were problems when it came to cooking their evening dinners. Though they pooled a certain amount of money each into a pot from which came the food money, it was the actual cooking and subsequent washing up that caused some friction. But like everything else, it worked itself out in time, though Diane finished up doing most of the cooking side of things while Tracey did make serious attempts to keep the flat clean and tidy. Well this was in her own interests because it wasn’t long before Mark began coming round for dinner once a week.

For this event, Tracey herself helped out in the kitchen to prepare the meal and she’d even bought a bottle of wine for the occasion, though Diane knew that it would be her doing the washing up, though she was surprised about this later in that first evening.

Mark duly arrived with a bottle of wine in each hand and quickly embraced Tracey with a big kiss and much to Diane’s surprise, did the same to her.

‘So you are Diane, the Goddess of hunting and the moon,’ he declared, standing back and looking at her.

‘That’s Diana you are referring to you moron,’ Tracey said taking the bottles from his hands.

‘Ooh, I hate educated people,’ he said, giving Diane a wink as he followed her into the kitchen. ‘Well this is a damn sight better than your bed-sit I must say. You’re sure Mrs Roach isn’t lurking round the corner?’ Mrs Roach having been the owner and landlady of Tracey’s old bed-sit.

‘So you’re Diane,’ he said turning to her. ‘Tracey’s told me a lot about you and she wasn’t lying when she said you were a beauty.’

He gave her a warm smile and saw that he didn’t need to visit her surgery. She blushed at his obvious lie but liked it nonetheless as she took in his light kayaşehir escort blue eyes that twinkled as he smiled. His mouth was firm as looked his body in the T shirt he was wearing, his legs covered by his jeans, she couldn’t judge. He was about five foot eleven and looked as though he would weigh about one hundred and eighty pounds, hair dark but not quite black and cut rather conservatively; not too long and yet not too short. ‘She also said that you are into something that’s quite oral. What did she mean by that I wonder?’

‘Ignore him Diane,’ Tracey called out from the kitchen. ‘He’s just talking dirty.’

‘I’m a dental receptionist,’ Diane said, returning his smile.

‘Well I knew it was something to do with the mouth,’ he laughed as he sat himself down on their small sofa. ‘What food are you destroying tonight,’ he called out to Tracey. ‘You should have seen what she did on a two ring gas stove at her last place,’ he said in an aside to Diane but loud enough for Tracey to hear.

‘You’d be surprised what I can do with a four ring stove now,’ came from the kitchen.

‘The mind boggles,’ Mark laughed at Diane. She had to smile, for it was she who had prepared the meal and it was Tracey who was seeing to the last touches as though she herself had worked hard at producing their dinner.

‘Just get up off your arse and come and open the wine. Diane? Can you help bring it out?’

The small table in the parlour just outside the kitchen had already been laid and was ready with cutlery and glasses, napkins had been added as an extra touch. The kitchen was too small for three people to be in at the same time so a corkscrew and bottle was thrust into Mark’s hands and then propelled out to open it by the table. Diane actually saw to the dishing out of the food onto plates for Tracey to carry through to the table. The meal itself was simple by being just a beef stew followed by a crème caramel before cheese and biscuits. Coffee came later with a small bottle of brandy put on the table plus an ashtray because Mark was a smoker.

‘That was a delightful meal,’ Mark said as he sat back to light up a cigarette when the eating was finished and Tracey poured out coffee for them. Diane poured out small measures of brandy for each of them. ‘I must compliment you Diane.’

‘It was Tracey’s dinner,’ she observed.

‘Nonsense! I’ve eaten Tracey’s stews before, remember, and I could tell that this was a different hand that concocted this beautiful repast,’ and he picked up Diane’s hand and kissed it.

‘God, what a Romeo!’ Tracey cried out in mock horror to Diane. ‘I’m surprised he hasn’t gone down and kissed your feet.’

‘That I would probably have done if you weren’t here,’ he flung back with a smile to take the sting out of the words. They finished their coffee and brandy and Diane got up and started to clear the table. ‘Let me help you,’ Mark said rising from his seat.

‘My God! This is a first! Tracey exclaimed.

‘It’s the least I can do after such a wonderful meal,’ he said as he winked at Diane which made her blush again. But he was brushed aside and told to go and sit down, and Tracey and Diane washed up and put the things away before returning to the parlour. Knowing that the other two would rather sit together, Diane went and sat in the arm chair as Mark poured out some more glasses of wine from the second bottle and settled himself down on the sofa next to Tracey who put her arm through his. He’s mine, was the message that this gesture conveyed to Diane who had no thoughts of trying to steal him away from Tracey, and yet she still felt a twinge of jealousy that she had a man and she didn’t.

‘Tracey has spoken quite often of you since we moved in three weeks ago,’ Diane said. ‘She spoke a lot but never said anything, if you know what I mean. Like how handsome you are,’ smiling because she knew this would cause some comment, and it did in the form of a snort from Tracey.

‘Well I’m not sure what she has told you, but I agree with the handsome bit.’ This brought him a slap from Tracey but with a smile. ‘I work for my father who owns a printing works here in Norwich. I live at home and I enjoy the company of Tracey very much. That’s it I’m afraid.’

‘Well I’ve heard of a potted history, but that wouldn’t fill an egg cup,’ Diane said.

‘What about yours then?’ he countered.

‘Much the same. I do wish sometimes that something exciting could happen,’ Diane replied.

‘Not much chance of that in Norwich,’ he observed drily.

They talked a bit more as they finished their wine and Diane then caught Tracey’s signal. It was more a movement of the head that was directed towards her bedroom and Diane picked up the hint that she was being asked to leave them alone in the parlour. Shades of home thought Diane. But at least she had her own room to go to and didn’t have to share it while her sister, though in this case, Tracey could have what sexual fun she wanted in the parlour or her own room.

So with ataköy escort bayan an elaborate yawn that didn’t fool any of them, Diane got up from the chair and said that she was going to bed. She said goodnight to Mark and said that she hoped she would see him again soon before leaving the two of them alone in the parlour.

‘I thought she was going to sit there all night,’ Tracey said as she went into Mark’s arms for a kiss.

‘So did I,’ he said between kisses as his hand went up under her jumper and found the bare breast that he had been seeking. Their kissing was on the frantic side for not having seen each other for nearly a week. His hand squeezing that full breast, bringing the nipple erect under his palm and made him let go of her so that he could pull the jumper right off of her. Tracey had no objections and lifted her arms to help him pull it over her head and then cradle his head as he sucked upon one of the erect nipples.

They kissed and petted each other, her stroking him on the outside of his jeans until he couldn’t take any more before dragging her up from the sofa and letting her guide him into the bedroom that was hers. There they undressed quickly and got onto the bed and were soon coupled and made quite some noise in their lovemaking. This was made quite apparent by the banging of the headboard of the bed against the wall that adjoined Diane’s bedroom as she lay on her own bed and cried.

It was the morning after Mark’s third weekly night stop over that Diane gave vent to her feelings and spoke to Tracey. She stormed on about how that Tracey had a man while she went without by blatantly advertising the fact by having her head board constantly banging on her wall to make the point. Tracey was instantly contrite and apologised and said that it wouldn’t happen again and indeed it didn’t, but it was no consolation to Diane until Timothy came upon the scene.

Timothy was a lifelong friend of Mark, having gone to school together and they only lived a few doors away from each other. Tracey had told Mark of how it appeared, to her at least, that Diane was becoming really sexually frustrated at his visits and it was getting her down. So Mark suggested that he bring round Timothy to see if sparks could be made to kindle a little fire in Diane.

‘Let’s make something special tonight,’ Tracey had said, the next time they were expecting Mark to come round for dinner.

‘Why?’ asked Diane.

‘Mark’s bringing a friend of his round this evening.’

‘I see. A blind date.’

‘No! It’s not like that,’ but she saw the look on Diane’s face and had to give a sheepish smile. ‘Well, let’s say, half blind,’ as she laughed. ‘You don’t have to like him if you don’t want to. You’re my friend and Timothy is Mark’s, so what’s wrong with us having dinner together. Just give it a chance Diane,’ she said taking her hands in hers. ‘You’ve been somewhat unhappy ever since Mark started coming round. You haven’t been thinking of him have you?’

‘Of course not! He’s your fella.’

‘So you’ll give this Timothy a chance eh?’

‘Will he be as wimpish as his name?’ Diane asked somewhat sulkily.

‘How the hell do I know? Timothy Dalton isn’t a wimp is he? You wouldn’t have minded being under him in one of those Bond films would you?’

‘No, but…’

‘No buts. He’s coming to dinner, so let him see how well you can cook. Then it’s up to you. If you don’t like him, fine by me, but at least I’ve tried.’ That closed the possible argument that could have ensued, but Diane acquiesced and set about preparing the dinner. Tracy did her part, somewhat offhandedly by cleaning some of the vegetables before leaving the kitchen to see to the table.

On time for a change, the doorbell rang and Tracey let in Mark and Timothy, getting a kiss from both and was pleased to see that Mark had obeyed her instructions by bringing four bottles of wine this time. On receiving the tentative kiss on the cheek from Timothy, Diane then had second thoughts if she was doing the right thing by accepting Mark’s word that he was a fine young upstanding man. Maybe too upstanding for her shrinking violet that Diane was, was the thought that ran through her mind. But she didn’t let these thoughts show as she welcomed him into their home and was glad to notice that they had stopped off for a drink before coming. Dutch courage she presumed on Timothy’s part and silently thanked Mark for that. For she was unhappy that Diane was unhappy and hoped that the two would hit it off together. They did seem to be like two peas in a pod in their inherent shyness and resolved that she had to do her best to bring him out of his shell.

‘Well Timothy, or is it Tim? Which do you preferred to be called?’ Tracey asked as she ushered him into the parlour.

‘It doesn’t really matter. I’ve been called so many different names in the past that I don’t care any longer,’ he replied in a shy voice. Tracey shot a sharp glance at Mark who turned away as if not hearing the last comment.

‘He’s not gay is he?’ Tracey whispered fiercely to Mark as they entered the parlour.

‘I wouldn’t know,’ he replied. ‘I’ve never asked him, but I think the answer’s no. But then, considering some of the dogs he’s been out with might have turned him off women,’ he laughed and got a slap from Tracey for that.

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This is third part of a three-part story Catharsis. You will need to read the first two parts for this to make sense. In addition, the Catharsis trilogy is part of a longer set of related stories – Delhi Nights. Catharsis is a stand-alone story, but you will probably get more out of it, if you have read the prior Delhi Nights Stories.

*****

The moment was surreal. Harinder was laying in his bed, his cock stroked by his friend’s wife, while their respective spouses stood at the threshold of the bedroom watching. Strangely, for a moment, Harinder’s eyes focused on the small suitcase Vikram had in his hand – his wife’s small red suitcase. The suitcase she had taken with her after he had caught her fucking another man in this same bed. Now, his friend had brought her home.

“Harinder.” Preeti’s voice was soft. His cock should have also gone soft. Embarrassment and shame overcoming any ardor. It didn’t. His cock throbbed, almost feeling heavier, in Sonali’s hands as he looked at his wife. That moment of fear washed away immediately by the pleasure of being caught. A sense of revenge? Wanting her to feel what he felt when he had caught her with another man? No. It wasn’t that. It wasn’t jealousy. Hope, then? Maybe she would feel the same lust and need that he had felt when he had seen her with another man?

He turned his attention from the suitcase to Preeti. She was watching as Sonali continued to stroke his cock. Her face was expressionless and she seemed rooted to the spot. Then, Vikram placed his hand on her shoulder. That seemed to break the spell. With a quick glance to Vikram, she stepped into the room.

“He told me everything.” She said, her tone remaining flat, hesitant. Vikram had come to stand closer to Preeti, hand wrapping around her waist as if in support.

“Preeti, I – “

Before Harinder could continue, Sonali interrupted, now sitting up, her hand still on his cock, the strokes almost absent-minded. “So, you know everything?”

Preeti nodded.

“About that night?”

Another nod. Her eyes were on Sonali’s hand as it massaged her husband’s heavy cock. A dark, veined shaft in her fair hands. Harinder moaned as Sonali’s stroke peeled back the foreskin to reveal his glistening head before hiding it again.

“You know Harinder loves you?”

Preeti nodded in rhythm to another stroke.

“And, you love him?”

Another nod. Another stroke. Harinder’s cock was pulsating in Sonali’s hand, the head engorged and leaking precum. His breathing became shallow with pent up need.

“Then, what else do you have to say?” Sonali smiled and put a hand out to Preeti, “Come here and show him.”

“Go ahead.” Vikram said, leaning toward Preeti, his hand gesturing her forward.

Preeti came to stand at the edge of the bed, looking from Harinder to Sonali. Harinder just looked at her, trying to read her expressionless face. What was hidden behind those dark eyes? Her words suggested that she was ready to accept this new way of life. This new chapter in their love. But, there was still hesitation. Desire and need conflicting with ingrained taboos.

Sonali reached up and took Preeti’s hand, guiding it to his cock. After a moment of hesitation, and a questioning glance between Sonali and Vikram, Preeti wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. Harinder let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was that moan that seemed to relax Preeti. Perhaps, for her, the clearest sign of his acceptance of this new life. Was it something so simple that gave her the permission she seemingly needed?

She took over for Sonali, slowly stroking his cock. Up and down.

Harinder moaned in pleasure as he looked at his wife. She was wearing a simple white salwar kameez, the shirt tight enough to outline the swell of her firm breasts and thin enough to hint at the yellow bra beneath. Her open hair fell to frame her dark face and kajol lined eyes. The pale blue bhindi that matched the embroidery on her salwar kameez – more decorative than spiritual – a reminder of their relationship. At that moment though, she was more than just his wife. She was an object of his lust. The veins of his cock pulsed with need as his mind returned to the image of her rising and falling on her lover’s cock. An erotic moment that would forever be in his mind not as a reminder of faithlessness, but his unconditional love and need for Preeti.

Sonali rose to her knees, wrapping a sheet around her naked torso. She watched as Preeti stroked Harinder’s cock before looking up to meet her gaze. Harinder tried to understand the look they shared. Understanding? Appraisal? The two continued to look at each other before Sonali spoke.

“Do you want me to go?” She asked.

Preeti didn’t say anything, still stroking her husband’s cock. She looked at Sonali for a moment before turning to Harinder.

“Do you want her to go?” she asked her husband, eyes boring into him. He shared glances between his wife and Sonali. And, then looked to the impassive Vikram. There was bostancı escort no turning back now. Preeti was testing him. He was certain of that, but whatever the truth, there was only one way forward. Preeti would have to accept his answer.

“No.” He reached up and pulled Sonali’s hand away from the sheet, letting it fall to reveal her naked torso. Her chest was flushed, the nipples topping her full breasts quickly hardening in anticipation. “I want her.”

Preeti nodded and she looked from her husband to Sonali. “She’s beautiful. So perfect.”

“I want you both,” Harinder growled, his voice firm as he reached forward to pull Preeti toward him. Putting a hand on the back of her neck, he drew Preeti down and kissed her hard. Without preamble, he parted her soft lips with his tongue, pushed against yielding teeth, and drove it into her mouth. He felt her mouth soften and tasted the cardamom and spices from a chai she had probably drunk earlier. Their kissing was driven by lust as their tongues met. Her hunger as clear as his. While she continued to stroke his throbbing cock, her other hand went to his head, fingers entwined in his black mane. She pulled him hungrily to her. Preeti was moaning his name between kisses.

He felt lips on his chest. A tongue flicked his hardening nipple. Sonali. As he continued to kiss his wife, Sonali began to trail kisses down his hairy torso to the flat of his belly and the hairy patch where his cock rose in Preeti’s hands. Then, her warm mouth was on his cockhead. Preeti pulled away from him to look down at Sonali wrapping her lips around her husband’s cock. Instead of pulling her hands away, his wife held his heavy cock for Sonali, feeding the bulbous head to her. Harinder’s breathing became ragged as pressure began to build in his chest and his legs started to tense. He caressed Sonali’s back, the lines and curves now a familiar landscape.

Then, Preeti stepped back to look at them. Sonali took his engorged cock deeper into her mouth. Harinder bucked and growled in pleasure. Preeti’s eyes mirrored the dark lust in his own. Sonali’s head moved up and down on his cock, swallowing it deep into her mouth. Her tongue traced a pulsating vein with each upward stroke to flick at his bulbous head. When she sensed the tension becoming too much, she held her mouth in place, suckling him.

With a quick glance at Vikram, who was rooted in the doorway, Preeti began to strip her clothes. She grabbed the hem of her kameez and pulled it up. For a moment, the top snagged on her breasts and, under any other circumstances, watching his wife struggle to get naked would have been comical. Now it was erotic. Her head and shoulders hidden, her naked torso wiggled seductively before she managed to pull the kameez off and tossed it to the ground. She stood before them in a yellow bra that did little to hide the swell of her breasts or the hard nipples that stretched the material taut. Her face was flush, her chest heaving. Then, after another glance at Vikram, she tugged at the drawstring of her salwar, letting it fall around her ankles.

“You’re so beautiful.” Harinder said as Preeti stood before the three of them in her bra and panties. As Harinder and Vikram watched in anticipation, Preeti reached behind to unsnap the bra and let it join the puddle of clothes on around her feet. Another glance at Vikram and her panties fell as well. Harinder moaned as he looked at his wife on display. She stood, letting them all look at her. Harinder had a fleeting thought of his wife in Sonali’s place on that fateful day. Preeti being used by his friends.

Harinder couldn’t help but compare the two women – both beautiful. Sonali was taller and fairer skinned. Where her breasts were heavy with thick, dark nipples, Preeti’s firm breasts were upturned. Her nipples were small pebbles. Both were fit, though where Sonali had a toned torso that led to wide hips, Preeti was simply thin. The dark patch of hair between Preeti’s legs thicker and wild, hiding her pussy; Sonali’s neat and trimmed, revealing as much as it hid.

Sonali exuded a primal, earthy lust, while Preeti was the feral wildness of a nymph.

As Harinder continued to look at his wife, Vikram came to stand behind Preeti. He glanced at Harinder but said nothing before he put a hand to her shoulder. She shuddered when he ran his fingers down her bare arm.

“Mere yaar.” Vikram said, “Your wife is so beautiful.” He kissed her on the shoulder. He caressed each arm with the back of his hands while he trailed kisses from shoulder to neck. Still looking at Harinder, Preeti’s mouth parted and she purred softly.

Harinder’s cock throbbed in Sonali’s mouth. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, slathering it with her spit. Harinder growled in pleasure, clenching his teeth.

Preeti closed her eyes and leaned back into Vikram, tilting her head to offer herself to him. Harinder’s tension mounted as the scene unfolded before him. Vikram’s beykoz escort hands wandered across her flanks, her torso, tracing the outline of her ribs before one hand cupped a breast and the other went up to her neck. He held the weight of her breast in his hand, a finger rubbing the small, dark nipple. Preeti closed her eyes and sighed. Harinder was fixated on the image. His wife was being touched by another man and he was enjoying it. Reveling in it. It was now that he realized what made Vikram share his wife. In the closeted sexuality of India, this broke taboos. It turned the idea of a woman’s devout loyalty to her husband on its head. In the land of tantra and Kama sutra, sex had long lost its physicality. The pure lust at it’s root. What they were doing broke any semblance of devout restraint. This was physical pleasure in its purest form. Bodies as altars.

Preeti’s mewling encouraged Vikram. He took the breast in his palm and kneaded the dark, pliant flesh. Preeti squirmed against him, her sighs turning to moans. He took the nipple between finger and thumb. He pulled and pinched as it hardened into a pebble. She shuddered. His other hand drifted from her belly down to the dark hair between her legs.

“Preeti.” Harinder moaned as he watched his wife invitingly open her legs for Vikram. His friend caressed her mons and ran his fingers in the patch of dark hair. Another sigh of pleasure as Vikram leaned in to nibble at her neck. His fingers found her labia, separated them to reveal the dark red of her pussy. It glistening allure welcomed his touch.

“Hai!” Preeti cried as Vikram began to play with the folds of her sex. As Sonali suckled and stroked his cock, Vikram massaged his wife’s cunt. Preeti pushed against his hand as he gently rubbed her inner lips and found her hardening nub. Watching his wife writhe in another man’s arms was becoming too much for Harinder and he felt the pressure spread from his torso down to his loins. His legs tensed.

He began to buck, each thrust shoving his heavy mass into Sonali’s willing mouth.

Preeti ground against Vikram. He had two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy as his other hand continued to knead her breast. She was panting, heavy lidded eyes locked on Harinder.

Harinder’s cock in Sonali’s mouth. In and out.

Vikram’s fingers in Preeti’s pussy. In and out.

And, then, the tension was too much. The pressure built to a final explosion. Harinder clenched the bedsheet.

“Hai, Preeti!” Harinder yelled as his final thrust drove up into Sonali, shooting a thick load into her mouth. She didn’t pull away, taking his release into her mouth. Then, as his orgasm became a series of shuddering aftershocks, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. Wiping a remnant from the side of her mouth, she smiled at Harinder before she rose up to watch her husband with his wife.

Preeti was holding Vikram’s hands in place. One encouraging him to be rougher on her breast and the other wanting him to increase the pressure in her cunt. She was leaning into him, her eyes again closed. A sheen of sweat coated her body as she writhed and squirmed. Then, the writhing became a shudder and she arched her back. Harinder recognized the expression on her face – eyes clenched shut, mouth open in a silent cry. Her muscles tensed and her grip on Vikram’s hands tightened as her orgasm began to build.

“Hai, Rabba!” Preeti cried. “Hai! Hai!”

She arched and tried to force Vikram’s hand harder against her pussy. Her hand gripped his and her pelvis pushed against his palm. She ground against him and froze as the wave of her orgasm finally reached its peak. Her body quivered in Vikram’s arms, legs threatening to give out. Even then, Vikram kept his fingers inside her pussy. He held her close as waves of pleasure took their time to recede.

When she opened her eyes, Harinder locked his gaze with her. The sight had been too much and his cock was coming to life again. The massive meat slowly engorging.

Without a word, Preeti broke from Vikram’s arms and, on shaking legs, strode to her husband’s side. Her chest heaved with desire as she straddled him. Her breathing was ragged from the aftermath, but the expression on her face was of unquenched need. Staring at him with hungry eyes, she took his hard cock in her hand and guided it into her wet pussy. She moaned his name as his thickness pierced her in one stroke.

“Hari. Hai, Hari. Mere jaan!”

Harinder rested his hands on her hips as she began to slowly rise and fall on his cock. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat as she moaned softly with each stroke. Her rhythm was steady, slowly rising and grinding down on him. Harinder’s hand moved up her flank to rest on a breast as she moved down toward him. He squeezed the dark mound, his course palm against the hard nipple. Preeti moaned his name. Her pussy slid up and down on his thick shaft.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Harinder remembered when he kurtköy escort had caught her in bed with her lover. Moving up and down on his cock just as she was now. The sensation was exquisite. And, every time he felt like it was too much – every time he tensed – she ground down, sheathing him in place.

Sonali lay beside him, her warm breath tickling his ear. She kissed and nibbled his earlobe and then his neck before moving to his mouth. Her tongue darted in his mouth and she moaned into him, drawing his attention to her. And then, just as suddenly, she moved away from him, grinning. He looked at her with confusion.

As Preeti writhed on his cock, Sonali moved to kneel behind his wife, straddling his legs. Harinder watched as she wrapped her arms around his wife and began to kiss her shoulder and neck. Preeti moaned and her writhing slowed as she held his cock in her pussy. Sonali’s hands moved again. One rested on Preeti’s breast, kneading and massaging; the other, dropped to where Harinder’s cock entered his wife. As her fingers found their joining, both shuddered at the touch.

The sensations were overwhelming and Harinder felt that familiar pressure build. He began to push and grind against Preeti’s cunt. She was moaning his name, arching back against Sonali. When Harinder tried to move his hand from her breast toward her hip, she held it in place, forcing him to squeeze and knead. Her other hand covered Sonali’s, encouraging her to squeeze the breast harder. Beads of sweat glistened in the space between her breasts. Her hair was in disarray, strands clinging to her cheek and forehead. Harinder growled as he saw the lewd expression on his wife’s face. It was a look of hunger and need that he had never seen before and he began to thrust against her as the sight made another eruption imminent.

Sonali moved her hand away from between Preet’s legs to her belly, holding her steady as he pushed and thrust. She stopped kissing his wife and looked at him with her own lust-filled eyes. The sight of the two women was too much for him.

He heard himself growl something incoherent. His wife’s name? Sonali? It didn’t matter.

Driven by his cry, his wife began to ride him harder. She was bouncing up and down on his thick shaft, body arching and writhing. She clenched their hands in the throes of her lust, driving their fingers into her breasts. Her ragged panting matched his own. Behind her Sonali was biting at her neck, her eyes on Harinder.

His pleasure finally reached its endpoint. Harinder grunted and buried his cock to the hilt with a hard thrust that made Preeti squeal. He shuddered, his legs tensing painfully as he exploded inside her. He cried out his wife’s name as his load filled her. Even as he collapsed into the bed, Preeti didn’t release him, pushing down, keeping his cock buried in her soaking pussy. She ground against him, moaning and writhing. Her own orgasm wasn’t far behind and even as his cock began to soften, its thickness filled her. He felt her legs tense against him and she let out a long, low moan as the tension turned into quivers of pleasure. When her release finally came, she collapsed down onto his chest. She nuzzled against his neck, their bodies slick with sweat.

He looked past his wife to see Sonali leaning over them, gently caressing his wife’s back. She smiled at him and then leaned down and began to kiss Preeti’s lower back. He felt his wife shift and shudder. Her nipples rubbed against his chest. She moaned as Sonali continued to kiss and lick. With a sigh, Preeti lifted her head to look at Harinder and then turned to look at Sonali. The two women smiled at each other before Preeti rolled off Harinder.

Preeti lay sprawled next to her husband, one arm thrown across his chest. Her breasts were splayed wide as her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Beads of sweat glistened in the window light. The smell of sex was heavy in the air and Harinder drew it in with a deep breath.

Sonali shifted until she was sitting between Preeti’s spread legs. Smiling at his wife, Sonali began to caress her thigh, trailing finger from knee to pelvic bone. Preeti sighed. Harinder ran his fingers through his matted mane, his cock twitching once again with a rising hunger as he watched Sonali tease his wife.

Vikram came to the edge of the bed, slowly stroking himself. He shared a smile with Harinder as the two men watched their wives. Sonali found the tuft of dark hair crowning Preeti’s glistening opening. She ran her fingers through the hair and then cupped the dark mound. When her palm pushed against Preeti’s sex, she purred and pushed against the hand. Sonali began to grind her palm into the slick sex before her thumb moved to the wet opening and slipped in. Sonali shifted onto her stomach, feet hanging off the bed, with her face inches from Preeti’s glistening pussy. She was breathing in the smell of her sex, her thumb tweaking and playing with the engorged clit.

Preeti pushed her shoulder and head against the bed, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis, inviting Sonali deeper. Sonali grinned as Preeti moaned and purred in pleasure. As Preeti offered her cunt to Sonali, she pressed against her thumb against the hard clit, raw and red. Preeti said something inaudible, the words turning into a moan of pleasure as Sonali’s thumb tweaked and caressed.

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It had been a week since Angelica had given William’s father and brothers a warm welcome home. With the help of her succubi brews, Angelica had given birth to all but two of the brother’s children, both births being of quintuplets. And because William’s father, Arthur, had moved her into his room, every morning he fucked her and filled her with his massive loads, getting her pregnant more times then agreed upon. By now, Angelica had given Arthur 12 children.

Apparently, the men were going to have the children sent off to the city to be raised as members of the army – not that she cared. Meanwhile, William, just as his father predicted, hadn’t done anything about the situation, and his family continued to use her like a cum doll all around the house. God forbid she tried to use the bath, they would gangbang her – not that that was a bad thing.

It was a good thing these men used alchemical minotaur blood, otherwise they would not have been able to sate Angelica’s succubus needs.

Angelica regularly serviced their cocks after meals, they were always finding new and creative positions. All the while, William was submitted to watching, and was even put in charge of naming the children.

William’s eldest brother currently had her on her güngören escort knees impaling her womb on his cock. Her head was also being forcefully held by another brother, who was fucking her face without abandon. Angelica felt on top of the world as both of the cocks inside her climaxed at the same time, empowering her and bringing her to climax. The cock in her pussy erupted, filling her womb with thick cum as he finally got to impregnate her. Moaning around the cock in her mouth, she felt her abdomen expand as both her stomach and womb were getting pumped full of seed. Extracting themselves from her, the two admired their handy work, her pussy dribbling cum.

Gods how she loved this family.

Her massive breasts had already expanded from the recent string of breedings. They went from G-cups to H-Cups. She found herself without any of the needed alchemical ingredients to make a salve with the ability to shrink them down to G’s again.

She lied there in bliss for a moment, her locks of crimson hair falling down one side of her body and red painted lips with thin traces of the delicious aftermath of the recent face fucking. Angelica soon walked to William’s room and pulled out her brews, using some of the minotaur esenler escort blood she borrowed from Arthur to make an enhanced version of the succubi brew and drank its contents. An hour later, she birthed two baby boys.

After a couple hours of rest, Angelica cornered the brother that had yet to impregnate her, though when she strode into his room she was surprised to see a dozen other men all sat around a table playing a game of dice. The moment they saw her, the room fell dead silent. One of the men mouthing ‘holy fuck’ as their eyes scanned her slim and exaggerated hourglass figure.

Smiling, she came over to the side of the table beside the brother and looked around to the other men.

“Don’t mind me boys, I’m only here for your friend,” she cooed, teasing them. They instantly looked to the brother, who leaned back with a smug grin before looking up at her then back down to them.

“You lot can join in, but I get her cunt first,” he said before grabbing her hips and forcing her to straddle him. She laughed at his confidence as he pulled down his pants and fished out his massive cock. Deciding to tease him, she angled his cock at her slit and began rub her his cock up and down her slit before sarıyer escort starting to sink down on it with torturous slowness.

The brother was having none of it, and while holding her hips, he suddenly stood up causing his cock to bottom out inside her, causing her to moan lewdly. He soon laid her back down on the table they had been playing on and started jackhammering her cunt. She looked up at the other men, her mouth falling open, teasing them with the visual of her wet, hot mouth. Taking the hint, they quickly pulled down their pants and fished out their cocks, none of them quite as impressive as this family’s, but they would do. Two of them leaned over the table to suck on her tits as another tipped her head back and kneeled over her to force himself down her throat. Before long, she had him cumming down her throat, he was readily replaced by another.

She soon felt the brother’s cock begin to swell inside her poor cunt, and with one last thrust, she felt him pump his cum into her womb, making her quiver and moan loudly around the cock in her throat. The moment he pulled out, another one of the men filled his place, pounding her pussy for all he was worth. Another slid behind her, and quickly filled her voluptuous ass with his cock.

The fuck session went on like this for over an hour, in which time they each had a turn with her holes, some getting turns with all three. And by the end, rather than leave, the men hoisted Angelica up and carried her out of the cottage towards the barracks, where the other men in the army men were.

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My wife and I have been married for over a year; she’s ten years older than I am at 37 and a lovely, voluptuous lady. Even back in high school days, I always seemed drawn to the girls no one else wanted.

After I had begun dating and then married Ashley, most of my friends thought I had lost my mind. Besides, I wasn’t looking for a bikini model to drape on my arm, so who cared what they thought.

I think, though, they would have a change of opinion if they knew how hot in bed she was; outside of that, she is the most loving, caring woman I had ever met. Even at her size, she takes cares of herself and carries herself better than most size 6 chicks I know.

I travel a lot as part of a sports entertainment franchise, and have girls throw themselves at me, but I wouldn’t think of hurting Ash that way.

Nevertheless, I know she can get pretty horny when I am away, but we usually scratched our itches with some good phone sex every night, so I knew Ash wouldn’t screw around on me either.

Or so I thought…

On the night in question, I had come home early from the road and wasn’t able to find Ashley anywhere; I presumed she had gone out with one of her girlfriends like she tends to do when I am away.

I went upstairs with the idea of taking a shower, but there was a noise coming from bedroom, and I had gone there after hearing Ash’s voice.

The door had been ajar, and did I get a shock! There was my wife, naked on the bed with her legs spread wide open, with a blonde going down on her and Ash’s face marked with ecstasy throughout the whole thing.

I couldn’t believe my wife was in bed with someone else. But it could have been worse; at least she hadn’t been with another guy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…. Yes, Kayla, right there! God, yes! Eat my pussy! Don’t stop now!” she was panting and crying out.

I knew a lot of things about Ash–or so I thought–but I never thought she would also be into fucking women, or that I would be so turned on watching her with her best friend!

I felt my own cock growing hard as I saw Ashley push away Kayla’s head after she’d cum one last time, then moved herself until both of them were into the 69 position.

Ashley then planted her mouth on Kayla’s own pussy, licking and eating away at it while her busty blond friend resumed her attack on Ashley’s own cunt.

Their cries of orgasms were now muffled by their faces buried in the pussy of the other; then Kayla slide two fingers into Ash’s bald snatch as she nibbled on my wife’s clit.

It hadn’t taken long either of their bodies to tighten and let go an array of intense orgasms, not missing a stroke of Kayla’s fingers fucking both my wife’s ass and cunt.

I guess I must have groaned at the sight of the scene unfolding in front of me; both women had frozen before Ashley tossed Kayla off of her and sat up bahçeşehir escort on the bed. Just seeing her beautiful nakedness made me even hornier.

“Hello?” she called out.

I knew I was somewhat busted now; I figured I had better make myself known, and besides, I was at the point that I needed to fuck Ash in the worst way after seeing her getting it on with her girlfriend.

“Having fun, baby?” I peeked in mischievously.

“Oh my God, Paul!” Ashley gasped while Kayla looked embarrassed, “I didn’t mean for this…”

I cut her off, grinning and nodding, knowing now the tent in my pants would hardly be unnoticed. “You don’t have to say anything, babe.”

Her eyes then went to my crotch. “Does this mean you forgive me, then?” she purred teasingly.

“Of course. I know what a horny little minx you can be.”

“Well, then, how about showing us how forgiving you are by getting those damn clothes off and joining the party?” Ash teased me further.

It was a miracle I hadn’t cum in my pants right at that moment; it was already a turn on that even after the hot lesbian action she’d had with Kayla she was ready for me, but the idea of doing both of them got me going even more.

I stripped within minutes and climbed into bed between both of them. The two ladies looked at my cock size very hungrily.

“Wow! I would of never imagined Paul here having such a big dick!” Kayla said, wide eyed.

“But he certainly does!” Ashley responded. “And he knows what to do with it too.”

“Oh, baby!” Kayla purred as she put her finger lightly on my bare chest as she slowly worked it all the way down to my rock hard cock, then both she and Ash began kissing me all over my body.

“How would you like a little taste of that, Kay?” Ashley asked her sexy friend, still eyeing my dick.

“Mmm, I think he needs something,” Kayla giggled.

“Go ahead, suck his cock,” Ash encouraged her.

Kayla then slid down between my legs, kissing my mammoth cock all over, and then put it into her mouth. Damn! What a fantastic cocksucker!

Even though Ash was great at giving head, Kayla had the corner market on deep throat. It wasn’t long before I quickly felt my balls tighten and I flooded her mouth with cum.

Before I could apologize for cumming so soon out of excitement, Ash then leaned over, pulling Kayla up for a deep French kiss, swapping my seed between their beautiful mouths.

Ash then broke the kiss, gently putting Kayla on her back.

“I think you owe Kay a little favor for that great blow job she gave you, Paul,” she purred. “And she has a nice hot pussy too.”

She didn’t have to ask twice; I knelt down between Kayla’s sexy legs. She began to gasp, pant and squeal as my talented tongue licked her pussy outside and inside.

“Oh God, Paul!” she levent escort cried through very quivering lips as she erupted in multiple orgasms.

“I forgot to tell you that his mouth is as talented as his cock, didn’t I?” Ashley laughed as she watched Kayla cum in many earth-shattering orgasms from my attack on her snatch.

“And how! And he looks like he just found my sweet spot!” Kayla gasped breathlessly as she then rammed my whole head into her pussy with both of her hands, tossing her head back and closed her eyes, so she could really get a thorough licking.

After Kayla came one last time, I’d gotten another healthy erection and it was my wife’s turn to suck me.

Before I could cum, though, she’d gotten up and Kayla straddling me replaced Ash’s warm mouth. Ash then whispered sexily in my ear to fuck her best friend while she watched us.

“Oh my God, Paul, I just love this cock of yours. I can never get enough!” Kayla cried as she bounced vigorously up and down on my excited fuck tool.

Wow! I was having the time of my life both seeing my wife get herself off while her best friend was giving my cock the workout of a lifetime. Kayla then gasped, throwing her arms and legs tighter around me, moaning with overwhelming passion.

Seeing this gorgeous, hot blond going up and down on my cock like this caused me to explode so mightily my knees buckled, but I managed to still hold her up in my arms as I was fucking her before shooting a large load into her cunt.

“OH YES!!!” she then cried in ecstasy as she exploded in multiple orgasms that rocked her whole body greatly. It was almost if she and Ash were cumming in unison.

I then put Kayla gently down on the bed again after we fucked and, amazingly enough, my cock was still as hard as can be.

Ashley then quickly got doggy style as she shimmied her fantastic ass sexily at me.

“Come on, husband, it’s my turn for some of that cock!” she giggled in lust as I quickly mounted her.

“That’s it, lover boy, fuck your wifey good!” Ash said aloud as I kept on thrusting away inside of her.

I was banging my voluptuous, sexy wife like a bucking bronco holding on for dear life as I heard her erotic moans of pleasure.

I knew I was not going to last too much longer before I exploded a second load of cum right inside of her. Ash could not hold out much longer either as she moaned and exploded in one mighty orgasm after another.

The ladies finally let me rest for a while before Ash began playing with my cock again.

“Did I tell you that Kayla here also likes anal?” she grinned slyly at me. “And I know how you like to fuck a nice ass.”

“Shit, Ash, are you asking me to…”

“Mmm, hmm. Show my girl how good you can give it in the back door as well as you do in the front one.”

Kayla then had taken eyüp escort the cue and quickly got doggy style.

“Fuck me in the ass, Paul. I just love it!” she cooed as I quickly did what was said of me as I started banging her.

“Harder, Paul! Harder!” Kayla cried as I started to pump faster and faster.

“Wow! Ashley wasn’t kidding when she said you know how to fuck a woman!” she cried happily as she then exploded wildly over and over and over again in earth shattering orgasms.

“I guess I do!” I answered back, laughing as I enjoyed watching her cumming wildly through my attack on her beautiful ass.

I then felt the swelling of my cock that guys get when they are just about ready to cum as I exploded mightily inside of her.

My filling her ass with jism triggered off another great orgasm for Kayla. Who knew a chick would have so many anal orgasms?

“Damn, Paul! You are one great lover!” Kayla praised as I slowly pulled out of her.

Ashley then turned around and faced me as she quickly began to clean off and then suck my cock to still another fabulous erection.

I knew what she wanted the minute I was hard as a rock again, and she quickly got doggy style too. I happily pushed into and banged her own full, sexy ass.

“Oh, Paul! Harder! Fuck me harder! I want you to make me cum even more than Kayla!” my wife purred as she closed her eyes and braced herself as her body then stiffened as I gave her orgasm after orgasm of her own.

“Oh baby, you are really giving me what I want. Keep it coming!” Ash gushed as she kept on exploding in ecstasy.

“Yes, baby! Yessss! Fuck your wifey, Paul. That’s’ it. Yes! Baby! Yes! Cum in my ass!” she cried in great lust as we both exploded mightily into orgasm.

We must have dozed off for a while because it was almost ten when I woke up with a start. My cock was as hard as granite again and got even harder when Ash grabbed it and began to stroke me off with those lovely hands of hers.

I could feel the great amount of cum building up inside of me as my wife and Kayla taking turns jerking me off and quickly rising to the top; I knew I was quickly going to shoot off to a most tremendous orgasm, and soon.

“Cum on our tits, Paul,” Ashley said sexily as I quickly grabbed my cock and began to pump away.

Standing up quickly, I then did a long moan of pleasure as I hit tremendous orgasm, spewing huge gobs of thick, hot cum on both sets of tits.

“Wow, honey, that was so fantastic,” both of them praised once I have given each of their breasts plenty of sperm to lick off and rub into each other’s skin.

Sometime that night, we all went to sleep together and the next thing I knew, it was daylight when we all woke up again. The three of us proceeded to have some sexy fun in the shower before Kayla had to get dressed and leave.

I think next time my wife gets horny while I am on the road, she is certainly welcome to invite Kayla over for some fun play.

And of course, I know Ash will reward me for it by letting me play with her best friend too, whether on the phone or in bed with us. What guy could have it any better?

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Chapter 17: Football Fun And Frolics

On Friday, Katie and I were invited round to Richard’s and Jenny’s (the couple for whom I occasionally ‘baby-sit’) for an afternoon of fun and frolics with them and two of Richie’s mates, Kenny and Mike. As it turned out, Jenny, Katie and I had to ‘wait’ on the guys, pandering to their needs as they watched the football (that’s soccer for the benefit of my North American readers), dressed only in high-heels and those funny little waitress hats (ie, we were dressed like that, the guys were in their replica Scotland football tops and jeans/slacks, etc.).

Anyway, the format of the afternoon was quite simple, we served the guys beer and nibbles, provided them with whatever other ‘services’ they required. For the most part, that involved the three of us taking it in turns to kneel in front of the guys and suck them off. I have to say, I found it quite exciting to have my mouth in such hot demand (even if it did begin to ache a bit after a while).

Having first murdered ‘Flower of Scotland’ (if you’ve ever heard me sing, you’ll understand), Jenny, Katie and I served the guys their drinks and got down to work. For starters, I took Mike while Katie settled down in front of Richie and Jenny entertained Kenny.

I have to say, Mike has a very nice (if that’s the right word) cock, a little over seven inches in length and quite thick. I wasted no time taking it in my mouth and giving it a bloody good suck. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Jenny and Katie were taking their duties just as seriously.

As I worked my lips up and down Mike’s shaft, he grabbed my head and began to pull it towards him, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth and occasionally making me cough and splutter. His balls were smooth and I stroked and caressed them as he fucked my mouth.

After a few minutes, we were instructed to change places and we dutifully obeyed. Having just sampled what Mike had to offer and having enjoyed the attentions of Richie’s cock on a number of previous occasions, I decided to sample Kenny’s. I must admit, I got a bit of a surprise when I discovered what I’d let myself in for. Kenny’s cock is probably of about average length but it is quite simply the thickest cock I have ever encountered (and I’ve encountered quite a few). I had to stretch my lips wide to take him into my mouth and, even though it isn’t particularly long, I could only take the head and about an inch of the shaft into my mouth. Sucking him quite literally made my eyes water.

As I sucked and slurped, Kenny delighted in telling me that I was every bit as good a cock-sucker as Jenny but that he couldn’t wait to fuck Katie’s mouth as he was sure she’d be the best of the lot of us. Now, I’m not jealous of Katie but Kenny’s remarks only served to spur me on, determined to make sure that if Katie was going to ‘beat’ me, she was going to have to be on top form.

As it tuned out, Kenny was going to have to wait before he sampled the delights of my best friend’s mouth because, after having already been attended to by Jenny, he needed no more than a couple of minutes of attention from me before he was pumping his load on to my tongue.

Instead of being allowed to swallow it straight down, I had to share a sloppy cum-kiss with şişli escort both Katie and Jenny. As we passed the ever diminishing load of cum between us, we fingered each others’ pussies, taking it in turns to clean each others’ juices off our fingers.

That set the pattern for both of the other guys, first when Katie blew off Richie and again, a few minutes later, when Mike erupted into Jenny’s mouth. The whole thing was highly erotic and I was very close to cumming as Jenny’s and Katie’s fingers and mouths explored my body.

Once we’d cleaned the guys up, Jenny and I turned our attention on Katie. As the guys watched on, recovering their strength, Jenny and I kissed and licked every inch of Katie’s skin.

With me on her left and Jenny on her right, Katie squirmed and moaned as we licked and kissed her large, soft breasts, taking it in turns to finger her pussy as we feasted on her tits

“I really want to taste her,” Jenny said to me, smiling.

“Be my guest,” I replied and gave her a quick kiss before she moved into position between Katie’s legs.

“Ohhhhh, mmmmmmmmm,” Katie moaned as Jenny began exploring her pussy with her tongue.

“Do you like it?” I asked Katie.

“Mmmmmmm, yes!” she replied before pulling me towards her and kissing me passionately.

Jenny and I took it in turns to eat Katie’s pussy, driving her wild. Katie had her eyes screwed tightly shut, never quite sure which one of us was doing what. As Jenny and I pleasured her, we’d occasionally dip our fingers into each others’ pussies, teasing each other as we drove Katie relentlessly towards her orgasm.

“Fuck! Oh yes! Oh fuck!” Katie swore softly as she came. Her long hair fanned out around her head as she tossed it from side to side.

Eventually, Katie could take no more and Jenny and I pulled away, letting her recover.

Almost at once, Jenny’s lips were on mine and before I knew it she was kissing her way down my body, working her way towards my pussy.

As Jenny began to eat me out, the guys decided it was time to join in again. Richie took up position behind his wife and began to fuck her as her tongue lapped between my moist folds. The force of her husband’s thrusts pushed Jenny’s mouth more firmly against my pussy.

As I writhed and moaned on the floor, I saw Katie was getting spit-roasted by the other two guys. Mike had his cock in her mouth and Kenny was fucking her roughly from behind. I felt a brief stab of envy as I watched him ramming his thick cock into my friend’s pussy, wishing that it was me that was being stretched and filled by it. At the same time, however, I didn’t want Jenny to stop eating my pussy and contented myself with the knowledge that my turn would come.

I later discovered that while Jenny is quite happy to suck other guys’ cocks and is happy to let her husband fuck the girls they play with, Richard is the only man that gets to fuck her.

When I came, Jenny and I swapped places and Richard fucked me as I feasted on her. The scent of her well fucked pussy was intoxicating as I greedily lapped up her juices. Richie’s cock filled my pussy as he drove into me from behind.

Shortly after Jenny came, Richie announced that he was ready to cum too. He pulled taksim escort out of me and, as he discarded the condom he’d been wearing while he fucked me, Jenny and I took up position, kneeling in front of him, our cheeks pressed together and our mouths open, expectantly.

“Fuck girls! Here it cums!” Richie roared. His cock erupted, spewing thick ropes of cum over Jenny’s and my faces.

Katie was on her back on the floor, a contented smile on her face as Kenny and Mike wanked off over her. “Cum on me guys,” I heard her say, “Cum all over my face and tits!” They proceeded to do just that; Mike unloading all over her cheeks, followed closely by Kenny, who shot his load all over her tits.

Jenny and I cleaned Richie up with our mouths then turned our attention on each other. Once our faces were clean I decided to ‘assist’ Mike while Jenny saw to Kenny before licking their cum from Katie’s body.

After that, they guys decided that we girls were allowed to have a drink; only a small one however and only after we’d refilled their glasses. Neither Richie or Katie smoke but both Mike and I do and, by now, I was dying for a cigarette so, rather than making us get dressed and go outside to indulge our addiction, they graciously let us use the spare room (so long as we kept the door shut and the window open). As it turned out, Mike gave my pussy a fantastic, if rather quick tongue lashing that had me quivering and out of breath before we returned to join the others.

“You took your time,” Katie said, giving me a knowing look when we returned to the main room. I said nothing but gave her a slow, lingering kiss that drew some appreciative comments from the male onlookers.

During the half-time interval, the three of us girls were required to provide the entertainment, eating each others’ pussies, kissing, fondling, using toys on each other that had us all cumming over and over again. It was a lot of fun but it left me in desperate need of some more cock.

The second half continued in much the same vein as the first. At some point I’d lost my hat but I still had my heels. At some point Richie came all over Katie’s tits and Jenny and I had to lick them clean. Mike then did the same to me and once I had been ‘tidied up’, Kenny unloaded all over Jenny.

The highlight of the whole evening for me, came shortly after that.

Kenny was lying on his back and I had that wonderfully thick cock of his rammed up inside my pussy. As I rode his cock, Katie and Jenny began playing with my tits, each taking one and sucking, licking and caressing it. My pussy felt deliciously full as I impaled myself on Kenny’s cock and the girls’ tongues on my tits kept me almost continually on the boil.

Suddenly, I felt a fingertip press against my arsehole. I squirmed, gripping Kenny’s cock with my cunt as Mike worked one well lubed finger and then another into my rear hole. I have been DP’ed before so I knew what to expect. I was hugely turned on and couldn’t wait for what was about to happen next.

“Fuck my arse, Mike!” I demanded. “Fuck my arse while Kenny fucks my pussy!”

I held myself still on Kenny’s cock and, slowly, Mike moved into position, pressing his knob against my tight rear hole and slowly working şirinevler escort his cock into my back passage.

I came, hard, barely able to contain myself as I savoured having both holes stuffed full of cock. I began to moan, loudly. Suddenly, Richie was in front of me, offering me his cock. This was something I’d never done before; taking three cocks at once. I was in heaven as I took Richie’s cock into my mouth, sucking it as Kenny and Mike fucked my pussy and arse while Katie and Jenny sucked and caressed my tits.

My body was on fire. I’ve never felt so full or as deliciously slutty and whoreish as I did at that moment. Never have I experienced such a sense of total body stimulation. It hurt, I’ll admit that, but the pain just added to my arousal.

In the end, it was all too much for me. I’d come so hard that I couldn’t take any more. Somehow the guys sensed this and slowly disengaged themselves from me. Suddenly I felt very stretched and empty but at the same time ecstatic and thoroughly well fucked.

The guys hadn’t come so, as I lay there, quivering and breathing hard, trying to regain control of my body, I watched on as Kenny, Mike and Richie convinced Katie to replace me (not that she needed much convincing) and took up their respective places at each of her openings.

The look on Katie’s face was something to behold as she took all three cocks at once. When I’d recovered enough strength to move, I took my place beside her, sucking one of her tits as Jenny sucked the other.

Katie’s climax left her every bit as drained as mine had me and, still, somehow the guys hadn’t yet unloaded.

Katie and I snuggled together , kissing and caressing as we watched Richie take his wife from behind. As her husband fucked her, she sucked Kenny until he came and then did the same to Mike. Finally, with a smile of contentment on her face and some cum on her chin, she rode Richie until he came, filling her pussy with his cum.

Katie was still too exhausted to move but I had recovered a little so, when Richie pulled out, I took it upon myself to clean both him and then Jenny with my mouth, giving Jenny another small but powerful climax in the process.

The game ended at some point during all this but the fun went on. Even after we’d got cleaned up and dressed to have the after-match barbeque we just kept on sucking and licking and fucking. Katie and I got fucked by each of the guys at least once (in one hole or another) and, while Jenny only fucked Richard, she did spend at least some of time sucking Mike’s and Kenny’s cocks.

On top of all that, Jenny, Katie and I had a lot of fun with each other, either 1-on-1 or all three of us together.

All in all, it was a pretty wild afternoon and evening. It’s fair to say that Katie and I were a bit tender as we walked slowly and decidedly gingerlyback to mine afterwards. We were both totally knackered when we got back to mine but that didn’t stop us from rounding the evening off with our own version of a ‘nightcap’.

I didn’t wake up until about 11am the next morning and I would probably have slept even longer if it hadn’t been for Katie’s tongue on my clit. That’s one absolutely amazing way to start your day and, after I’d had a couple of orgasms, I returned the compliment.

I’m still a bit tired and definitely a little tender in places but, all in all, I’d say it was worth it.

Funnily enough, it was only when I finally got around to reading the news on Saturday evening that I discovered that Scotland had ended up losing the match 3-1.

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Do you like Booty Juice? Do you even know what it is? If you don’t, then I’m here to enlighten you. My name is Marcus Wilson. A six-foot-one, lean and rugged, dark-skinned and athletic young African-American man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I’m a student at Saint Dominus College in Boston. This is the tale of my most erotically charged adventures. Sit tight, and start jerking your dicks or fingering your pussies, people. It’s about to get hot in here.

Saint Dominus College. A small Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. Quite the diverse population, too. Eleven thousand students. Thirty eight percent of whom are of African-American descent. Twelve percent are of Hispanic descent and eight percent are Asian. The remaining forty two percent are Caucasian, and mostly Irish. For a private school, that’s quite a lot of diversity. And it’s turned this small campus into a racial and political minefield. The white students and the ethnic students don’t get along. Blah. People will always find excuses to hate one another. Add to the fact the fact that the Swine Flu Pandemic is burning a lethal swath across America and the rest of the western world and you’ll see why so many people need some fun right now.

It’s May of 2009. In a few weeks, I will graduate from Saint Dominus College with a bachelor’s degree in business administration. I liked Saint Dominus but it’s time to move on. Time to enter the real world. I will miss this place, though. For four years, Saint Dominus was my home. I moved into the dormitories in August of 2005. I had just graduated from Brockton Community High School. There I was, a public school guy in one of the richest private schools in New England. Saint Dominus College seemed like a dream come true. A school with a real commitment to diversity and academic excellence. It was also an athletic powerhouse. They fielded varsity teams in Men’s baseball, basketball, bowling, cross country, soccer, swimming, fencing, water polo, gymnastics, track & field, ice hockey, wrestling, rugby, sailing and football along with Women’s softball, basketball, bowling, cross country, water polo, soccer, fencing, swimming, track & field, ice hockey, field hockey, wrestling, rugby, sailing and gymnastics. All the sports teams compete in the NCAA Division One.

Saint Dominus College will soon become part of my glorious past. I played soccer for this school and led the men’s soccer program to NCAA glory. We took first place at the New England Tournament two years ago. Ah, my glory days. I shall miss sancaktepe escort them. That’s why I organized a little get-together with some friends and classmates of mine at my apartment. I wanted it to be a party for the ages, folks. Seriously. It ended up exceeding my expectations. How? It became an orgy for the ages. It’s amazing what a lot of stressed out, paranoid and horny men and women will do when you add music, alcohol and some erotically charged videos to the mix. I say such a combination can work wonders on the most uptight and sexless of human beings. In fact, I guarantee it.

First things first. Let me read off the guest list. I invited my good friend Stella Winston. She’s one of the most fantastic women I know. A six-foot-one, curvy, busty and big-bottomed, deliciously voluptuous sister with dark brown skin and long Black hair braided into neat cornrows. She used to be the captain of the Saint Dominus College women’s rugby team. I really loved her. Once upon a time. We were lovers, you see. Then one day, she left me for some rich white guy. And a few months later, that guy left her for a white chick. I guess, in the end, everyone gets their just desserts and virtually everything comes around. Right back to the beginning. I didn’t bear Stella any ill will. In fact, I still think she’s got the finest ass on campus. This refined Black woman from a wealthy family has a thick ghetto booty that would make a porn starlet seethe with jealousy.

Stella came with her good friend Monica Chavez, a tall and slender ( yet deliciously busty and big-bottomed ) young woman of African-American and Mexican descent. She was vacationing in Mexico when the Swine Flu mess came along and ruined things. She returned to the United States of America just in time. If anybody needs some fun, it’s her. She’s wound up tighter than a clock. Next there’s Isabel Bronson. A tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irish-American chick from the women’s volleyball team who seems to only date Black men. She came with her boyfriend Jason Thorne, a tall and burly, ruggedly handsome Black man who’s captain of the Saint Dominus College men’s swimming team. He’s actually the Most Valuable Player of the men’s swim team. How about that? Contrarily to popular belief, African-American men and African-American women can and do swim competitively. In high school, college and the Olympics. At all levels. We’re there. Let no one tell you otherwise.

I also asked my good friend Kyle Henderson, a tall and model-like, sultangazi escort extremely handsome young Black man who’s the captain of the Saint Dominus College men’s Baseball team. He’s been my number one guy for ages. That’s it as far as the guest list of the party goes. In my sincere opinion, less is most definitely more. Seriously. We sat in my living room, watching an erotic classic. It featured Black men and Black women having great sex together around a pool. I watched my guests as the film played on. Gauging the reactions of these collegiate men and women to that erotic video was quite fun for me. Especially the women’s way of reacting to it. Watching women watch porn is fascinating for many men, including myself. The ladies seemed to be enjoying the erotic footage as much as the men.

The night went by. We talked, we drank and discussed the movie. I ‘accidentally’ turned on the thermostat even though it was warm outside. I just wanted to encourage my guests to start removing certain items of clothing. To cool off, you know. It worked perfectly. The combination of heat, alcohol and erotic footage is perfect for setting up an orgy. Before I knew it, everyone was making out and undressing. I watched my friends as they did their thing. Jason Thorne had a steamy threesome with Isabel Thorne and Monica Chavez while Kyle Henderson and Stella Winston got busy.

Jason ran his right hand through Isabel’s long blonde hair as the sexy volleyball player stroked his long and thick, uncircumcised black cock. Well, other than my own, I haven’t seen an uncut dick in a long time. Nice! With his left hand, he stroked Monica’s soft tits. The sexy biracial woman seemed to like what he was doing. Nearby, things were progressing rather nicely between Stella and Kyle. The hunky Baseball player knelt before the voluptuous young Black woman and busied himself licking her pussy. Well, I guess Stella must be pleased with her selection. She seems to like men who enjoy pleasing her. She ran her hand through Kyle’s hair as he licked and fingered her snatch. I grinned. Yeah, she liked that sort of thing. I guess some things never change.

Things were progressing nicely. Jason was in heaven as Monica and Isabel teamed up to suck his big black dick and lick his balls. The biracial woman and the blonde-haired white chick sucked him until he came, then they shared his manly seed. Man, this was seriously hot. Next, he got busy with the two of them. He put Monica on all fours and began drilling his cock cihangir escort into her pussy while Monica buried her face between Isabel’s creamy white thighs, licking the white chick’s neatly shaved pussy. Jason gripped Monica’s hips and slammed his cock into her pussy. The black stud was having the time of his life with these two sexy ladies.

Meanwhile, Kyle and Stella were doing their thing. Now it was his turn to get serviced by her. Stella sucked Kyle’s cock and licked his balls like cock sucking was going out of style. Man, I couldn’t believe this shit. The whole time I went out with her, Stella always seemed reluctant to suck my cock. And now she was sucking Kyle’s dick like a thirsty traveler drinking from an oasis. Wow. Women! When she got done sucking his dick, what she did surprised the hell out of me. Stella got on her hands and knees, face down and ass up. With those big hands of hers, she spread her plump ass cheeks wide open, exposing her puckered asshole. Kyle grinned, and bent low before pressing his lips against her anus. I was stunned. I didn’t know he got down like that. The dude began licking the big black woman’s asshole like anal-licking was going out of style. After a while, he stopped licking her ass and placed his cock there instead. With a swift thrust, Kyle’s dick slid into Stella’s asshole. Gripping the big black woman’s wide hips, he began to butt-fuck her. Stella squealed in delight as Kyle plunged his dick into her asshole. I smiled. Wow. I didn’t know this bitch got down like that.

Nearby, Jason was fucking lovely blonde Isabel, who was on all fours, screaming her lungs out while Monica fingered Jason’s ass and slipped a small dildo into it. Talk about kinky. Jason gripped Isabel’s long blonde hair and yanked her head back while thrusting his cock deep into her. At the same time, Monica shoved her dildo deep into his ass. She fingered her pussy while stimulating Jason’s backdoor as he slammed his cock up Isabel’s glistening wet pussy. Now that’s what I call team work! Everybody seemed to be having fun. Stella was howling in pleasure as Kyle filled her ass with his dick. And Jason was doing some screaming of his very own as Monica’s dildo stretched his ass. Just like Isabel’s screams filled the room as her pussy was filled with Jason’s manhood. Hot!

In the end, a good time was had by all. When all was said and done, we went into the showers, giggling all the way. My friends and classmates thanked me for throwing the coolest party ever. I just shrugged, and told them they were welcome, anytime. I bade them goodnight, and went to my room. Unbeknownst to them, I taped the whole thing. And I’m going to make a killing with this unabashed erotic video in the online amateur porn market. What a way for me to make sure my classmates remember me forever and make some money at the same time. Am I devious or what?

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As I sit here in my air-conditioned office I know that my lawyer is only a speed dial away but I still cannot bring myself to press that button. I have no idea why; divorce seems the only logical solution now but whoever said that the logical thing to do was the right thing to do?

She’s embarrassed me before – my wife, Sheila, that is – and I’ve no reason to suspect that she won’t embarrass me again, so why is it that I find myself unable to leave her? Maybe it’s because our love runs deep; or maybe it’s because I don’t want to be by myself; or maybe – and this seems more likely – I just get a little bit out of the drunken, sluttish way in which she behaves!

As I’ve mentioned, she’s shown me up many times before. Her choice of clothes care sometimes little better than “street corner hooker”style and she always adores the ogling stares that her lithe body and sharp features encourage from all around as she parades herself through a shopping mall or a hotel lounge. She has little or no concern for how this makes me feel and I am usually left walking a few paces behind her, my head down, in case someone recognises me. I have put up with this behaviour for several years now, but last weekend at a friend’s wedding, things definitely got out of control!

The day itself was a little unseasonal for the time of year. A constant drizzle dampened the guests faces and a swirling breeze ensured that hats never stayed in place for very long. Originally, the actual ceremony was to be held in the open air in the bride’s garden, but to save everyone the problems of wet clothes and mud, a small temporary marquee had been hastily erected.

After the minister had legalised the union between our friends, the whole congregation was moved into the main house for a reception and the marquee was left empty until it was due to be dismantled the following day.

As the reception started so my problems with Sheila began. My wife likes to drink. Actually, that’s a little understating it; Sheila finds it hard to refuse a drink – especially vodka. The booze flowed freely during the afternoon and by 6pm I guess that she must have consumed around half a bottle. I know well from experience that to try and moderate her drinking is a mistake; when she is in the mood nothing will stop her. And that afternoon she was most certainly in the mood!

Several times throughout the afternoon and early evening I lost track of Sheila only to eventually find her, shoes and jacket off, dancing some wild, inebriated dance with any man that happened to be handy at the time. But this time it was a little different; the fast dances seemed okay, but as soon as a slow number oozed out from the sound system, her dance became much more intimate. I watched with growing annoyance as Sheila’s arms wrapped themselves around a tall, dark haired man and her face nuzzled drunkenly into his neck. For his part, the young man seemed more than happy to flirt quite openly with her and made no attempt to hide the fact that his hands were at that moment firmly squeezing the cheeks of her ass through the tight fitting dress that she was almost wearing.

Every time that I started to make my way over to them, I was pulled back into one conversation or another by various groups of friends. I decided to try and ignore her, after a while the music would probably change again and the two would have to break up.

As the conversation in my group continued, I couldn’t help but keep glancing over at my wife and her dance partner. The music did eventually change and so did they, but not the dance – they changed partners! The young man reluctantly disengaged himself from mecidiyeköy escort Sheila and left her swaying and a little unstable on the dance floor. I thought for a moment that this was a little inconsiderate until I saw the man’s friend quickly replace him in my wife’s arms. The first man returned to his position at the bar and I saw him laughing to yet another friend as they shared the joke. As I watched the man now dancing with and groping Sheila give his two mates a quick “thumbs up”, It wasn’t hard to work out what the joke was.

“Isn’t that right, Danny?”

“Sorry?” I replied, I hadn’t been following a word of the conversation to which I was supposed to be a part.

“Your firm is developing a new marketing section. Isn’t that right?” My friend Lydia Wimslow repeated moving into my line of sight and blocking my view of the dance floor.

“Er… yes… yes, we are. “

“You should really read Jenny’s resume,” Lydia continued as she pushed her teenaged daughter forward, “She’s just graduated business school with honours and looking for a position. That’s right isn’t it darling?”

“Yes Mr. Page. I got all my qualifications and… “

“Er… yes, Jenny… er.. Miss. Wimslow… good idea… make an appointment with my secretary… I’m sure that we… er… sorry, can you excuse me for a moment?”

Usually I would have been quite happy to stand and chat to the sweet eighteen year old that was trying to do her best to impress me, but I had lost sight of Sheila and I needed to find out where she was. I could hear Lydia Wimslow’s words of contempt for such a rude man ringing in my ears as I strode off. I made a mental note to apologise to her and her daughter at a later date.

I scoured the main room downstairs fending off offers to join conversations and to have drinks with a wave of a hand. But as hard as I looked I still could find no sign of my wife. I glanced over to the bar where her dance companions had been earlier – no sign of them either!

Thoughts began to race through my head. It wouldn’t have been the first time that the bitch had cheated on me, but with THREE guys and at a WEDDING?

Suspicion and paranoia running rife, I bounded up the stairs to the first floor. I stood breathless on the landing and listened. The music from downstairs drifted up to me but, apart from that, I could hear no other signs of life. Most of the doors were open and I peeked inside to check. Nothing. I began to feel a little more comfortable, perhaps I really was being paranoid, perhaps Sheila had just popped out for a breath of fresh air. Out, I thought. Outside! In a second all my fears came flooding back to me – I hadn’t checked the marquee outside!

The persistent drizzle soaked my hair and dripped off my face as I watched the scene in front of me through the flap of the marquee. I felt unable to move as I watched my drunken, dark haired wife. She was as naked as the day she was born and greedily sucking one large cock while masturbating another to a rock-like erection. All my fears and paranoia were realised. All my worst nightmares had come true in that one, fateful moment.

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But, mixed in amongst the feelings of anger and disgust lay another emotion that I was finding difficult to come to terms with: Excitement. Yes, I felt horny!

Sheila’s muffled sounds of lust were still audible above the patter of raindrops on the canvas roof as she lay over the lap of the guy she was sucking off. I noticed a third man behind her. Having just relieved her of her panties he was urgently probing her pussy and ass with his fingers as she bayrampaşa escort continued her own, seemingly very pleasurable, tasks.

Sheila’s muffled moans soon turned to gasps as the man behind her thrust harder and deeper with his digits. Her legs seemed to spread wider as he poked both her holes and her back arched as she climbed higher and higher towards what seemed like an inevitable orgasm.

As she came the man in the mouth put his hands on the back of her head and forced her face down onto his swollen member. I had never known Sheila to deep-throat before – at least, not with me – but the evidence was undeniable. Her whole body seemed to shake and tremble. Her naked toes curled up in an involuntary response and her slim, lithe frame suddenly went into an orgasmic spasm. Had her vocal chords been available for use, I am certain that her cries of ecstasy would have brought people running out from the main house.

“Let’s see what her cunt feels like!” cried the guy who had just fingered her to orgasm. It seemed that Sheila was to be given no rest after her climax.

As my wife alternately sucked and jerked the two big cocks in front of her face, the third guy moved up behind her and, in one thrust, buried himself in her open snatch. Again, her cries were muffled by the smiling young man that was forcing his tool into her mouth and throat as she was shoved back and forth as the man began to frantically fuck her.

“Damn, Bitch! You cunt’s so loose and wet I can hardly feel anything!” The man grunted after a few minutes, “Your ass any tighter?”

With a monumental effort, Sheila managed to pull away and release the cock from the deep confines of her throat.

“Oh yeah, baby” she slurred drunkenly, “do me in the ass, PLEASE!”

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With a quick change of position, Sheila was hauled up from the cushions that were scattered on the floor and lowered, a little too quickly, I thought, onto the guy’s lap. Her legs remained lewdly spread wide open and I could see his cock pressing against her tight anus. My wife’s moans were now becoming quite loud as her anal ring was penetrated and so the second guy quickly shut her up by forcing his weapon between her lips.

For a further ten minutes Sheila was butt-fucked and face-fucked my the three men in unison. They seemed to have no concern for her pleasure at all. It appeared that she was simply their fuck-toy to be used for their sole enjoyment.

As I continued to watch the orgy, I suddenly realised that I had been rubbing my own prick through the material of my pants. I was as hard as a rock and, feeling more daring than I thought I was capable of, I took a quick look around me before unzipping and releasing myself. My cock felt hot and hard in my fist as I slowly masturbated whilst continuing my voyeuristic adventure. I knew that I should really do something to stop what was happening, but I just couldn’t do it. In honesty, I didn’t want to – this was the most erotic thing that I had ever witnessed.

The man underneath Sheila was now thrusting his cock in and out of her back door whilst she sucked and jerked his friends. His fingers held her thighs wide open giving me a perfect view of her open, wet pussy and her engorged clitty that he rolled between his fingers causing her to shiver and groan around the cock in her mouth.

“If her cunt’s too loose, what say we give her two cocks up there?” the first guy suddenly cried.

It sounded like a good idea to me and Sheila was certainly in no position to voice a protest.

With another quick change of position, my wife’s legs bahçelievler escort were dragged as far apart as possible.

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With the man under her switching holes so that his cock slipped easily up into her pussy, her second lover straddled her hips and forced his own tool into the same cavity. Sheila screamed out as she fought to accommodate the impossible size that the two cocks presented. Her vagina was stretched to the limit and I could see her legs trembling as she was so brutally penetrated. Again, the third man made use of her mouth and throat by squatting over her face and ramming his solid meat between her lips.

I squeezed my own prick in my fist as I felt myself nearing a climax. In my mind I admired these plundering invaders for their stamina; it couldn’t be many men who would be able to hold onto their cum for this long.

For several minutes I stood and watched as my wife’s three lovers continued to ravage her body. My cock ached and throbbed and stuck out from my zipper like an iron pole. I so wanted to cum, but I was determined to see this through to the end – I wasn’t going to cum until they did!

As if almost sensing my unheard plea for release, the man buried in Sheila’s throat suddenly pulled out and held his cock firmly in his fist.

“Shit, guys! I think I’m gonna cum soon!” he cried.

Now with her windpipe unblocked, my wife gulped in lungfuls of air.

“Not inside me, please!” she gasped, almost begging, “I might get pregnant! Cum over me. I want all of you to cum on my face; in my mouth; on my tits! Do it now, please!”

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As all three men removed themselves from my wife’s open and abused body, they congregated around her head. I joined their masturbation session as they tugged their long, throbbing dicks up and down in their fists. One man sat astride Sheila’s chest and fucked his cock between her large breasts with the other two aimed straight for her face. Sheila’s hands cupped and squeezed their balls as they began to cum.

Actually it was I that climaxed first. I just couldn’t hold on any longer and held my breath as I reached the point of no return. I looked down to see my own cum oozing from the head of my cock and dripping onto the wet grass beneath my feet.

But Sheila’s lovers were not far behind me. The man between her tits let out a deep, guttural moan as his seed splashed into her cleavage and at almost the same time the second, taller man released a virtual torrent of cum that streaked her face and matted her short dark hair.

“Oh yeah, bitch! Here it comes! Open wide!”

The last man’s voice was a gasp through clenched teeth as her aimed his twitching weapon between Sheila’s cum-stained lips. He pulled her head forward and stuck the long pole straight into her mouth as his semen filled her oral orifice and bulged her cheeks. Sheila tried to swallow, but as he rammed his weapon into her mouth the pressure forced the hot, white liquid to ooze from the corners of her mouth and dribble across her flushed cheeks…

The image returned to me again as I continued to think about my lawyer. I reached for the telephone but instead of hitting the speed dial button my finger pressed the intercom.

“Yes, Mr. Page?” came my secretary’s voice.

“Janet, can you call Jenny Wimslow please and arrange for her to come in for an interview? Her number’s in the Rolodex, I think. This afternoon at five would be okay I think. “

“Sure, Mr. Page. Good idea. We could certainly do with some extra help around here! I’ll call her right now!”

It was a good idea, I thought, If she was any good I could hire her and get home to Sheila early for a change. She would certainly be surprised to see me and maybe she wouldn’t be alone!

I smiled to myself.

“Oh, and Janet?”

“Yes, Mr. Page?”

“Order a dozen roses for my wife, would you? I wouldn’t like her to think she was being taken for granted!”

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Jim was unavailable for the next few weeks after that night in his apartment. He had offered to give me a key to the place in case I wanted to take Linda there, but I told him I would not feel right doing so. I did not tell him this, but another part of me wanted that to be just “our” place, as weird as that sounded, even to me. I intuited that I was not the only “baby boy” he had taken to that place, though he never gave me indication of that. I am, after all, pragmatic when it comes to things like that.

Linda returned on Sunday afternoon. I had been looking forward to being with her, but she seemed very distant when I picked her up at her dorms. It would be a week before she broke the news to me that she had taken back up with her boyfriend back home.

I saw it coming. Think about it. A person is all hot for you before they leave on a trip and then cold to the touch when they return. It doesn’t take a mind reader to know something is up. I was a little bummed but not crushed. Besides, I was an attractive nineteen year old male. I knew I was liable to land on my feet.

*****

It was really starting to warm up that spring. I had been working out regularly, and the results were showing in my chest and abs. I suppose being unattached made me work out harder, and the more girls around campus noticed, the harder I worked. One of the graduate assistants for the football team even inquired whether I was interested in walking on for the football team.

Ours was a small college that did not offer scholarships, so they were always looking for ex-high school jocks to fill their rosters. Though I was intrigued at first, the thought of running gassers again made me less interested. It was cool to be asked, though.

I had a few dates, as the days passed. Here and there I got laid. I even met a MILF at the sports bar who took me to a motel couple of times. I enjoyed my freedom during that semester. I suppose I also didn’t want to get attached to someone and then have to leave for the summer. I was not cultivating my muscles to pine for a girlfriend in another city until fall.

It was about a week before finals that I my cell vibrated, as I was leaving my last class one Thursday. It was Jim. We had spoken several times, but this was the first time he had called before five or so.

When I answered, I heard him immediately ask, “Is my baby boy available?” I immediately felt my cock stirring in my loose fitting shorts, as I replied that I was just leaving my last class for the day. I agreed to meet “Daddy” at the apartment where he was already waiting.

I would be lying if I said my cock wasn’t hard the entire way to the apartment. There was an incredible excitement in the taboo, sneaky nature of our rendezvous. It was also the first time I had been with a man, since that last night with Daddy. I also knew Daddy would be impressed with my freshly tanned, more sculpted body. I was looking forward to his reaction, as I pulled into the lot.

I was wearing a loose, green throwback Larry Bird jersey, white baggy shorts and flip flops when I arrived. I had not worn underwear that day. I often went without in the summer, though it was the first time I had done so on a day I had classes. I liked the freedom that I felt without them. Unfortunately, without the confines of my boxer briefs, my hard on was readily apparent to a woman who was coming out of the apartment across from Jim’s. I tried to act nonchalant, but I swear the lady didn’t take her eyes off my crotch, as we passed.

Somewhat embarrassed, I knocked on Jim’s door only after she had gotten into her car. I was still not all that comfortable with my bisexuality, and did not want this lady (perfect stranger or not) to think I was anything other than a red-blooded male. I had deflated a bit, but only a bit, when I knocked.

On the other side of the door, I heard Daddy’s voice beckon me inside. When I entered, I was stunned to see şişli escort that Daddy and I were not alone. In the living room, there were three other people besides us. There were two men, both in their late forties or early fifties and a woman, who was very familiar. It took a second, since she had changed her hair and was dressed in cutoffs and a sweatshirt, but it dawned on me that she was Ginger from the topless bar.

Daddy smiled, as he rose from his seat to greet me. “There’s my baby boy,” he said with a grin, as he reached down and placed his hand over my more than obvious bulge. He leaned in and whispered, “I hope you don’t mind that I brought a few friends with me.”

I just nodded. To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure what to say, really. Before I could say anything, Daddy turned to the others and announced, as he patted my hardness, “I think Barry here is raring to go.” Turning back to me, he said, “Baby Boy, you know Ginger from the bar.” I nodded, still speechless, in her general direction. She smiled, as her gaze slipped down to my crotch.

“These two misfits are Jerry,” Daddy said nodding towards a short, balding guy in a suit, “And Milton.” Milton was a well built man in a blue golf shirt and tan slacks. Milton was, like me, well over six feet tall. He smiled up at me, as he sipped a beer.

Daddy stepped back and appraised me for a moment. “You have toned up quite nicely haven’t you, Baby Boy?” I still had not found that ability to speak, so I nodded sheepishly. All the time, I was feeling like a moron.

“Why don’t you show everyone that nice cock of yours?” Daddy smiled, as he made the request, but I knew that he expected me to comply. “Right here?” I asked, glancing from Jim to the other people sitting about the room.

“Sure, baby. Right here. In fact, why don’t you just strip down completely for us?” I looked back to Daddy, as he spoke. Slowly, I slipped my shirt off over my head. My blond hair tossed a bit, as the shirt was pulled away.

“Dayum, Jimmy”, Ginger cooed, “He has a great bod. I could eat him all up.” At that, I saw her start to lift her sweatshirt over her head. As her large, lovely breasts were exposed, I gained a little courage. I slipped my shorts down to my knees, and they slid to the floor. I kicked off my flip flops and stood before the room naked.

Ginger looked up at me, as Milton slipped closer to her on the leather couch. His mouth covered her right nipple; as she watched Jim step behind me, kiss the back of my shoulder. He reached around and wrapped his hand around the shaft of my cock. It stiffened to full hardness at his touch. I could feel his hard cock through his suit trousers, as he ground it into my ass. I sighed softly, as his lips traced up to my neck. My eyes closed to slits, as Daddy stroked me slowly. I felt the flick of a tongue at the tip of my cock. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Jerry, still completely dressed in his expensive suit. He was on his knees. His tongue was swiping at a stray droplet of glistening precum, as it oozed out of my cock.

Daddy’s hand slipped from my cock and up to my chest, pinching my nipples. Jerry’s lips found their way around the head of my throbbing cock and down my aching shaft. His tongue feathered the underside of my manhood, as his hands reached to my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. My eyes moved to Ginger, whose breasts were being absolutely devoured by Milton’s hungry mouth. Her eyes caught mine. She ran her tongue seductively over her upper lip, as she held Milton’s head to her tit.

As I gazed into Ginger’s deep green eyes, Jerry’s mouth worked up and down my swollen cockflesh. Daddy’s lips trailed down my spine. Soon, he was kneeling behind me. With Jerry’s hands spreading my cheeks as wide as they could open, Daddy’s tongue pushed at my asshole. My hands dropped to Jerry’s shoulders, as I moaned deeply. “Oh fuck yes,” I muttered, as Daddy’s tongue began bayan escort to fuck my tight, quivering rim. Still my eyes never left Ginger’s.

As the two mouths pleasured me, I watched Milton slip Ginger’s cutoffs down her shapely legs. Milton then ripped her flimsy panties away, eliciting a girlish squeal from her pouty, red lips. I saw that Ginger’s pussy was shaved, except for a thin line of hair leading sensually to her slit. Milton immediately buried his face in her cunt, as Ginger’s back arched. Her eyes closed for an instant, but then reopened and looked to me. Our eyes remained fixed, as mouths took us both.

Jerry’s sucking grew needier, as he sensed my orgasm coming. Daddy’s lips were sealed at my ass, his tongue flicking deep within the walls of my ass. I bent forward. The sensation was driving me over the edge. Saliva from Jerry’s heated blow job coated my balls, as He paused only to beg me to cum in his mouth. My eyes closed, as I pumped my hips at his face. Daddy’s mouth stayed with me as much as possible, as I fucked Jerry’s mouth.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, Daddy,” I gasped. I gripped Jerry’s shoulders tight and shoved hard to back of his throat. His gag reflexes only made me push harder, as I exploded down his spasming throat. I could hear him gulping and coughing around my pulsing meat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, as waves of cum pumped down his gullet.

I looked over to Ginger, who was pumping her hips in wild abandon to Milton’s face. Her heels dug into his back, as she flooded his face with her honey. Her dark blond hair whipped, as she came hard. A sly wink over to me let me know that my own activities had helped bring her climax. As she released Milton’s head, she whispered huskily, “Jim, do you think your baby boy might like a taste of my sweet pussy?” Daddy swatted my ass playfully before slipping his mouth away to answer. “I am sure Barry would love to eat that pussy of yours, honey. Wouldn’t you Baby Boy?”

Emboldened by my first orgasm, I replied, “I would love that, Daddy.”

Daddy kissed my right cheek, before standing and saying, “Well, let’s see if your mouth is good with pussy as it is with cock.”

I dropped to my knees in front of Ginger and slipped her thighs onto my shoulders. Smiling up at her, I kissed my way down that slender patch of hair to her clit. As I flicked my tongue over her pebble-hard clit and used my fingers to push back the hood, I noted that her clit was rather pronounced. It was almost like a small cock in fact.

I tightened my lips into a tiny O, as I sucked it in to my mouth. I slipped two fingers into her sopping wet cunt, as I felt hands gripping my hips. I heard her whisper to me, “Yes, that’s it, baby. I love to have it sucked like that.” As the hands gripped my hips, I knew that they did not belong to Daddy. They were much rougher than daddy’s hands. Calloused and strong, I took them to be Milton’s. When I heard Daddy tell Milton to give me a good, hard fucking, I knew I had guessed right.

I gasped at Ginger’s cunt, as I felt the size of the head of Milton’s cock push at my hole. It was immense. Ginger gripped my head tight, as she said, “Relax, Barry, I know he is big, but you can handle it. Can’t you, hon.” I moan in the affirmative, yet I wasn’t quite sure. It was like I would imagine taking a donkey’s cock might feel.

The pain was searing at first, even though my ass had been somewhat prepared by Daddy’s deep tongue job. I could vaguely tell that Milton had worn a condom, as I heard the sound of the rubber slipping in my ass. Even with the lubricant on the rubber, I still cried out into Ginger’s pussy as he pushed deeper and deeper. Fuck, it was like it would never stop.

I felt the weight of another person on the couch. As I panted at Ginger’s cunt, I could hear her say, “For me?” Then I heard the unmistakable sound of sucking. Finally, as Ginger started sucking Jim, Milton’s balls istanbul escort finally slapped against the back of mine. I can only guess, as I never did see it, but it had to be at least a foot long and very, very thick. Soon, though, my ass grew accustomed to his length and girth. In fact, I found my cock grow to full hardness once more, as he started to pound my ass harder and harder.

My face pushed back and forth at Ginger’s hot pussy, as Milton’s cock advanced and retreated. I could also faintly hear Jerry to the side of me, stroking his cock as he panted. As Milton pummeled my aching ass, I felt Jerry’s semen hit my back and hair. I looked up from Ginger’s slit to see some of the salty fluid on her belly. I licked at it before returning to her fuckhole. I suppose feeling me lick cum from her belly got her off; because she tensed and then squealed loudly around Jim’s cock, as she sprayed my face with her nectar. I lapped it up greedily, as I forgot, for a moment, the pain of Milton’s tremendous cock in my own fuckhole.

I kept licking and sucking Ginger, as Milton tensed at my ass. He let out a few loud grunts, as he shoved his cock hard into me over and over. Then, he came hard in my ass, the rubber being the only thing to keep me feeling from a flood of sperm deep in my ass.

As Milton’s cock pulled from my ass, the emptiness was at once welcomed and regretted. I stopped my pleasuring of Ginger’s pussy and kissed her inner thighs. Then, I looked up and saw that Daddy was on the verge of cumming.

Seeing me looking up at him, he grinned. Pulling from Ginger’s lips, he stroked in front of us. I brought my face beside Ginger’s, as Daddy released his cum onto our faces and into our mouths. We both moaned in gratitude, as Daddy pushed his cock first into my mouth, then hers and back to mine.

I milked his member dry, before kissing Ginger deeply. We shared daddy’s load, as we kissed. Her hard nipples brushed my chest, as I pulled her close.

I suppose, having cum, Jerry and Milton left. I was too overwhelmed by the moment to notice them leave. Daddy, Ginger and I soon retired to the bedroom. There, Ginger hopped on the bed, got on her hands and knees and looked back with wild eyes and begged me to fuck her. “Please, baby, I need a hard, young cock in me,” she mewled.

I quickly obliged. As I pushed into her, I felt Daddy’s cock, still semi-erect, push into my wide open asshole. We quickly found our rhythm and the sensation of fucking and being fucked at the same time had me pounding Ginger’s pussy, as hard as Milton had used my ass. My balls slapped wetly against her clit, as I sent her head into the padded headboard. Bracing herself, she cried out for me to “fuck me harder you bitch!”

I became feral then. Daddy, sensing it, started slamming harder at my hole. Two cocks—two holes slammed to one another. Daddy bent forward, licking the sweat from my neck, panting that he loved fucking his “Baby Boy”. I felt him bite at my shoulder, as I used Ginger’s hot, wet cunt. I, in turn, nipped at Ginger.

Soon the sensations overcame my attempts to make the moment last. I felt my orgasm bubbling up my cock from my heavy balls. The sound of two cocks fucking sent me over the precipice. I came in a spasmodic tremor at Ginger’s hole. I felt her cunt quiver in its own climax, as my cum filled her to overflowing.

As I collapsed on her back, and she dropped flat on the bed, Daddy kept fucking me. I grunted with each of his punishing thrust. “I love fucking my baby boy,” he panted into my ear. Just then, he moaned into my neck, cumming deep into my hole.

We all three rolled onto our sides, cocks still buried, as we recovered. Ginger slipped out soon after, leaving Daddy and me alone. Daddy slipped to the bathroom and cleaned himself. When he returned, he whispered, “Now, suck Daddy’s dick, baby. I want you to suck it back hard and make me cum again, Baby Boy. You belong to your daddy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. And I truly did from that moment. Sure, there was no way he could ever physically overpower me, but he had me nonetheless. I was his to use and to share, as long as he wanted.

“Goooooood boy. Daddy loves his baby boy.”

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After laying in bed for a while, holding both girls’ hands, the bedroom started getting dark. I turned to switch on my reading lamp, and kissed Jennifer, my wife’s eighteen year old cousin. She rolled to her side and put her arm around me as I faced toward my wife, Angie. I kissed Angie, and tasted my cum on her lips.

“I feel left out,” Jennifer said.

Angie got up on her elbow. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. I haven’t really come yet, and I’m still kind of horny.”

“Oh, baby we can fix that, right Jim?”

“Of course we’ll fix that,” I said. I turned toward her and dug one arm under, the other around her, and lifted her onto me, both of us laughing. She kissed me. I turned again and landed her between Angie and me, then started to suck on her left breast while stroking her thigh.

Angie, still up on one elbow, watched. When I glanced at her, she was staring at Jennifer’s right nipple. I was wondering what she was thinking, when she suddenly bent down and took it in her mouth.

Jennifer arched her back. “Oooooh!” she moaned.

I didn’t know my wife would do this. Or that Jennifer would. My cock started to come back to life.

As my finger felt for Jennifer’s pussy, I felt Angie’s hand in the same place. I moved mine to let her do it, and just kissed Jennifer’s body everywhere I could reach.

Her fingers ran through my hair as Angie and I kissed and sucked on her breasts, sometimes stopping to kiss each other and touch tongues. I moved up to Jennifer’s neck, and Angie followed.

Jennifer smiled and moaned, “Oh, whoever’s doing that, keep it up.”

Angie kept her fingers working on Jennifer’s pussy as we each kissed her cheek.

I kissed her her mouth, then she turned and Angie kissed it. Jennifer’s hand appeared, combing through Angie’s wild blonde hair and pulling her toward her. They kissed furiously, and I just watched. Angie’s hand moved in a blur around Jennifer’s clit, and Jennifer’s breathing quickened, howling through her nose as small whimpers came from her throat.

Angie’s mouth shifted to where her tongue must have been deep into Jennifer’s. Then the young girl’s hips started bucking as she strained against my wife’s touch. She let out a long, thin cry, squeezing her eyes shut, then collapsed limp on the bed.

Angie gently blotted the perspiration from her cousin’s forehead and kissed it tenderly. Then she wiped her cheek, followed by another kiss. And then kissed her lips again with the same slow burning passion I’d had when I kissed her.

In a few minutes, they were fatih escort both asleep. I lay there watching their beautiful faces, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

I woke up and looked at the clock. Man, it was late. We’d really slept deeply; both women were still sound asleep on either side of me. I felt more relaxed than I’d felt in years, at peace on this beautiful morning. Not totally awake, though, so the previous day’s events weren’t in my mind. My wife was to my right, her sexy young cousin to my left, and we were all naked. Did I really get to fuck Jennifer? That’s just too good to be true. Naw, couldn’t have happened; must have been a dream. I don’t know how Angie ever let her sleep in our bed, let alone next to me, knowing how I wanted her.

Wait, Angie was kissing her, wasn’t she? There was the couch, my wife’s hand in my pants, Jennifer came out of the shower, sat by me. Yes. Holy shit, all that really did happen. My God, I can’t believe it.

Angie stirred, rolling over toward me, stretching her arms. Her eyes opened a crack and she smiled. “Is she awake?” she whispered.

“No.”

She moved gently toward me, put her arms around my waste, and kissed me. As I held her close, she whispered, “Last night was awesome, wasn’t it?”

“It was a dream come true.”

“Better than I ever hoped it would be,” she added.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it a while. I know you wanted it, I did too. Just never dreamed it would be so great.”

“I hope she liked it, too.”

“We’ll see. I was thinking of slipping out to get some stuff to make breakfast,” she said as she pushed the covers aside and swung her legs off the bed. “I’ll just go up to the grocery store real quick.”

“I’ll get some coffee brewing, then.”

She pulled on a pair of jeans without bothering with underwear, which I’d never seen her do before. Then she pulled a T-shirt over her head, onto her bare chest. My cock began to stiffen, picturing her walking around in public like that. Her tits bobbing, nipples showing, and men staring at her, wanting to fuck her.

After slipping on a pair of flip flops, she gave me a kiss and said, “Be a good boy. No playing around with Jennifer behind my back, ok?”

I tried not to show my bewilderment. “Ok- “

My wife quietly went out the front door, and when her car had pulled out of the driveway, I turned toward Jennifer and just watched her sleeping.

It wasn’t long before she started to wake up. Her short brown hair hung across her face, zeytinburnu escort her pretty brown eyes squinting in the morning light. She smiled.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” I said.

“Jimmy,” she said, squirming toward me. Her legs wrapped around mine and she kissed me noisily on the lips.

“Angie went to the store to get some breakfast. She told me not to touch you while she was gone.”

She pulled back and gave me a disbelieving look. “Hmm, she sounds jealous.”

“She sure wasn’t jealous yesterday.”

“Maybe she wants me to herself,” she teased.

“Could be. Whatever it is, I don’t think I’m going to listen to her.” I held her to me and kissed her. Our bodies pressed against each other in wild sexual passion. My cock was completely stiff and digging into her thigh as my hand felt the soft smooth flesh of her young ass.

I moved to get on top of her, kissing her neck, then her left breast. The hardening nipple felt good in my mouth, the ripe young eighteen year old flesh like a mouthful of candy. I had the urge to bite hard, but didn’t. Her right breast was next, and with my hand I felt for her pussy to see if it was wet.

“You’re a little dry. Let me fix that,” I said, moving down to lick her pussy.

“Mmm,” she moaned, squirming slightly.

Her heat warmed my tongue, and I tasted her pussy juice and took the scent deep into my nostrils. She seemed wet enough, so I lay my cock there at her vagina and slowly worked it in between the soft tender lips.

She kissed me. “I can taste my pussy in your mouth.”

“Do you like it?”

“Mm hm.”

“Do you want to taste Angie’s pussy?”

“Yeah, I do.”

I rammed my rock-hard cock into her, and she bit her lower lip, closing her eyes. Knowing Angie would be home soon, and feeling pure lust for this hot teenage girl, I started ramming her hard – bang, bang, bang. The bed creaked. I felt the climax coming and slowed my rhythm to a steady grind.

“Ohh,” she moaned.

I thought I heard Angie’s car roll into the driveway, and concentrated harder on fucking her cousin. With a gyrating motion I brought my orgasm to a climax and let it release my sperm deep inside her body.

I had no idea if Angie had come into the house or not, but I pulled my cock out of Jennifer gently and moved to her side. It was then I heard Angie’s footsteps in the hallway, and Jennifer yanked the sheet over her to hide my cum dripping from her hole. Angie went into the bathroom instead of our bedroom, and we both breathed bağcılar escort a sigh of relief.

“I thought you were going to make coffee,” she said.

“I was just about to.”

“Is Jennifer up?”

“She’s just waking up.”

Angie flushed, washed her hands, and poked her head into the bedroom, blowing Jennifer a kiss. “Morning, darlin’.”

She blew a kiss back at my wife.

As Angie strutted to the kitchen she said, “You better have behaved while I was gone, Jim.”

Jennifer and I giggled and I kissed her.

I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, while Jennifer put on her satin robe. Angie made us an excellent breakfast, and we relaxed in the living room over coffee. Jennifer was sitting in a spot where I could see between her legs while Angie couldn’t, and I saw my cum all over her thigh, dripping onto her robe and darkening it. I pictured Angie licking it off, and hoped she wasn’t serious about Jennifer and I not going behind her back.

“Well, guys, I stopped somewhere after the grocery store to get my cousin a present,” Angie said with a sly grin. She sat on the sofa, her legs tucked under her, and her nipples poking through her T-shirt.

Jennifer perked up. “What is it?”

“You’ll see.” She winked at her cousin. “It’s something Jim will really like.”

“Oh?” I said.

“I’ll show you in a minute.” She slurped some coffee. “Be patient.”

I watched Jennifer staring into my wife’s eyes, looking serene and in love. Angie looked intensely at her cousin over the rim of her coffee cup, one side of her mouth curled upward.

“Jimmy, there’s a bag in the kitchen, on the floor. Will you bring it here, honey?”

I got up to find it. A plain paper bag, stapled at the top. Darn, can’t see what’s inside.

“Jen, honey, I’d like you to open the bag in the bedroom, and put on what’s inside. Then come out here and show it to us.”

I handed Jennifer the bag, and she got up. Angie and I watched her tight young ass swinging in the shiny satin robe as she walked down the hall.

“So what is it?” I asked as I sat by my wife.

Laughing, she said, “You’ll see. Be patient.”

I put my hand on her thigh, feeling her tight jeans. She spread her legs and I felt my way up toward the warmth of her crotch. “You know, I thought about you out there, in public, with no underwear, no bra.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we should go out like that more often.”

“It turned me on, too. My nipples were hard the whole time.”

“I’ll bet you got a lot of stares.”

“Not really. No one was there this time of day. I wonder what’s taking Jennifer so long?”

I thought she must have been wiping my cum off her leg, and almost said so, but held back.

Then our bedroom door opened, and the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life strutted down the hall toward us.

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I can’t remember when I became a total slut. Even before my first fuck I was fascinated by group sex. I remember finding a stash of xxx rated movies up in a cupboard in mum and dad’s room when I was eighteen. I slipped one into the video and the first thing I saw was a young blonde girl being fucked in the pussy and arse whilst she sucked on another cock. I slipped into a bit of a zone as I watched in amazement at what I saw. I began fingering my cunt and arse and had my first orgasm as they came all over her face. I watched all the movies several times and masturbated to orgasm over and over again. Maybe its this sort of conditioning that created the fuck monster that I am.

Or maybe it’s genetic. You see, my mum and dad are swingers. For years I used to be shipped off to the baby sitters or the baby sitter would come to our house when the oldies went off partying. I only discovered this quite recently when searching through the video collection and I found a digital video cassette that I knew belonged in our new Canon video camera. With a beating heart and a mad rush of adrenaline I connected the camera to the TV.

What appeared was a party at a house that I didn’t recognise. What I did recognise however were some of the people in the background all in various states of nudity. Nearly all had been to our house and I knew some of them very well. The camera work was crap and after watching the talking etc for about half an hour I thought that maybe this was all it was. How wrong I was. The camera suddenly was filming a family friend Sonya being fucked by my own dad. The camera swung around and mum was watching him as she lazily pumped the cock of some man I had never seen. In the background other people were madly sucking and fucking. I took all of this in in about 15 seconds before I hit the stop button on the camera.

My mind was in turmoil as I sat on the lounge room floor. My pussy was wet and I was terribly excited but I was perturbed at what I had seen. My conscience got the better of me and I put the tape away without watching anymore. That was two years ago and now I am an insatiable twenty year old. Mum and dad are now fairly careless about their sex games. Take this morning for instance. I awoke with my normal urge to masturbate but I heard a car pull into the drive. I had a look out the window and saw Bill, another family friend, walking towards the house. He didn’t even knock on the door and used a key to get in. I snuck over to my door and watched him walking down the hall to my mum and dad’s room, disrobing as he went. He opened the door and quite simply walked in with little more than a hello. Carelessly he left the door open and my curiosity got the better of me. I snuck down the hall and got down on my hands and knees to listen in.

“Yeah suck his cock,” I heard dad say. “Lick those balls.” My pussy nearly exploded. I edged even closer and in the dresser mirror I could see my mum sucking on Bill’s cock as dad fucked her pussy. My black nightie had ridden up my back revealing my tiny little arse and trimmed pussy and I slipped a hand under my belly and began rubbing my clit. I had entered my own little zone when I felt two hands grab my arse. It scared the shitter out of me and I spun around to find Mr Smith, our butcher, kneeling behind mecidiyeköy escort me with his cock sticking out of his pants. Before I could even say ‘fuck me’ he had placed his index finger on his lips to silence me. I was more than horny and although he was in his forties, and I’d known him for years, I was in severe need for cock. I smiled at him and sat on the floor and spread my legs wide. My cunt was glistening in expectation of the pleasures to come and Smithy was as hard as a rock. I undid the bow at the top of my nightie and let my perky little breasts out. Smithy undid his shirt and stood up to pull his pants off. I quickly got on my knees, grabbed his nicely sized eight incher and slipped it into my mouth.

“Oh for fucks sake.” he whispered as I flicked my tongue around his knob tasting his precum. I jerked on his cock as I did so and then grabbed his balls with my other hand. He reached down and pushed my nightie down off my shoulders revealing my hardened nipples. My long black hair was swept aside as he grabbed the side of my head and began fucking my face. I rubbed my sopping cunt as he rammed his cock into my mouth. I needed his cock in my pussy so I pushed him back and quickly stood up. At only 5’ 4” and 45kgs I was dwarfed by his 6’ 2” frame. My nightie slipped down onto the floor and I was totally naked. He reached down behind my back and grabbing my arse he picked me up and slipped his cock into my wet pussy.

“Oh you little slut.” he said as he pushed me against the wall and began slamming his cock into me. I held myself up by wrapping my arms around his neck. I’d never been fucked standing up before and I was thoroughly enjoying the experience. I came when he slid a finger fully into my arse hole. The experience was sweet and intense and I was wanting to scream out.

“Into my bedroom.” I said motioning towards the door. He effortlessly carried me over to the room and kicked the door open. I reluctantly slid off his cock and hopped onto my double bed. Smithy climbed on also and lay on his back.

“Suck my cock some more,” he said pulling on it, “And let me lick your pussy.” I threw my leg over his face and dropped my pussy to his mouth. He pulled my cuntlips apart and slipped his tongue well into my snatch. I rubbed my hand along the underside of his cock and licked and sucked the jizz that was oozing from the slit. He was a very able cunt licker and I came again as soon as he slipped his finger back into my arse. I took his cock as far as I could down my throat and pumped it with my hand.

“Ah fuck.” was all he could say as I deep throated his cock. I was thoroughly enjoying the tongue lashing I was getting when I heard the front door open again. My bedroom door was still open and I knew that whoever had entered would head for mum and dad’s room and therefore walk right past my door. I heard the footsteps hurrying up the hall and to my delight the person did not keep going but turned straight into my room. It was Paul, one of my boyfriends. He stopped at the door and smiled.

“You little tart,” he said as he pulled his shorts down, “You couldn’t wait for me to get here”. I had forgotten that we were going to a friends BBQ today and he was coming over to get me.

Smithy stopped licking and looked at Paul with a confused look on his face. He returned to licking my juicy pussy as soon as Paul aksaray escort moved over to me and I slipped his cock into my mouth. I had another orgasm as I sucked on Paul and wanked Smithy. I alternated between each one for a while but now that I had two cocks to play with I needed to have one in my pussy and suck on another. I hopped off Smithy’s face and moved down to his cock. I grabbed his cock, which was bigger than Paul’s, and slipped it into my cunt. Paul stood on the bed and I took his cock into my mouth. When Smithy reached around and rubbed my clit and Paul tweaked my nipples I came in a shuddering roar.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I cried, “Fuck me like a slut, fuck your little slut.”

Paul pulled his shirt off as I licked and sucked his meat. Paul’s cock was sensational and it was the perfect size for what I had planned next. After a short while I had the feeling that Smithy wasn’t going to last much longer. I needed to complete the session by having both my pussy and arse filled with cock.

“Lie down,” I said to Paul, “I want you to fuck my arse.”

Needless to say but Paul was on his back in two seconds flat. I slipped off Smithy’s cock and moved over to Paul. With my back to Paul I stood above him and slipped a few fingers into my juicy snatch. I rubbed some of the jizz around and into my arse hole to lube it up.

“You want to fuck your little sluts arse?” I said to Paul as he stroked his cock. “Fuck me nice and hard.”

I squatted down onto his cock and rubbed my clit as he filled my back passage with his tool. I leant back, spread my legs and looked at Smithy.

“Now fuck my little pussy, Mr Smith, Fuck my little pussy.” I said. Smithy’s cock was nearly splitting as he took hold of it and rested it against my swollen lips. He rubbed his knob all over my cunt smearing the juices all around. His eight inches slid into my pussy and within 5 seconds I was cumming like a mad woman. Paul and Smithy were a good team and alternated nicely with their cocks. I was delirious as the two cocks filled my holes. Smithy was certainly close to cumming so I looked him in the eye and said.

“Cum in my mouth.”

It sure worked and before he could get his cock up to my mouth he had already shot a stream of cum up onto my flat belly. He stumbled up and hit me with another jet on my tits and finally got the rest of his cock into my mouth. He had a full load and it was still so much that it flowed out of my mouth. I pushed some more out of my mouth and swirled it around his knob.

“Oh yes lick that cock, suck that cum you little slut.” He said.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” was all I heard Paul say as he pulled his cock from my arse and shot a load of cum all over my open pussy and fucked arse. Paul knows I love to feel cum all over me rather than in me and he obliged quite nicely. Smithy collapsed onto the bed and I just lay back on Paul fingering my snatch.

“So you stole Smithy from me did you dear.” I jumped fair out of my skin when I heard mum say that. I slipped off Paul and grabbed a sheet. Why I was being so coy I had no idea. I looked at mum and she was stark naked with cum running down her legs and matted globs of it in her hair.

Paul made no effort to conceal himself and in fact his cock got larger as he watched my mum.

“Well dear if you are going to go stealing my men I can only assume I can topkapı escort steal yours,” she said smiling. “I love a young cock, Paul come with me.” Paul leapt out of bed and followed my mum down the hall into the bedroom. I was in shock and I lay down with my eyes closed trying to take it all in. I heard the bed creak and I thought that Smithy was getting up to leave. He wasn’t though and he pulled the sheet away from me.

“Time to clean you up.” he said as he roughly pulled my legs apart and dived down into my pussy. I instinctively began kneading my tits as he licked at the remains of Paul’s jism. I heard footsteps down the hall and I half hoped it would be Paul. Alas it wasn’t, it was Bill.

“Your mother sent me,” he said as he pulled on his cock. “Fuck you have a sensational body.”

I extended my hand to him and he came over to the bed. His cock was at full strength and I knew that he had been fucking my mum not minutes earlier. That didn’t stop me though and I took him eagerly in my mouth.

“This is one fantastic slut.” Smithy said to Bill

“Fucking oath,” Bill replied, “I’ve been wanting to fuck this little bitch for years.”

“Well here’s your chance mate.” Smithy said as he rolled me over into a doggy position, “Come and fuck this beautiful pussy and arse.”

Smithy and Bill swapped places and I began to suck on Smithy’s cock as Bill ploughed into my snatch. His cock was a fair size and had a nice upwards curl in it. He smacked my bum as he shoved in his cock to the hilt. Smithy was back to his full strength and I decided to give these two oldies a treat and let them DP me. After a while I turned to Bill and said. “Do you want to fuck my arse?”

He almost came in my pussy and I quickly moved away so that he wouldn’t. I slid up Smithy’s body and said to him. “Sorry Smithy but your cock is far too big for my arse.” And with that I slipped his cock into my pussy.

I looked around to Bill who had a feverish look in his eye. He spat on his hand and greased up his cock before placing it against my rose. As he slipped it in I could feel another orgasm looming and I soon began shaking as I fell into an orgasmic delight. They both fucked my holes for an eternity and I came continuously. I really love having cum splashed all over me so after a while I kind of pushed Bill off and hopped off Smithy.

“Ok boys,” I said as I squatted on the floor, “Both of you cum all over me.”

I began rubbing my clit as the two men began wanking on their cocks. I would suck each cock, not worrying where it had been, and wank it with my free hand.

“You are such a little tart,” Bill said as he unloaded his cock onto my face.

“Here suck this slut.” Smithy said as he forced his cock in my mouth. I let some of it ooze out of my mouth and directed the remainder down onto my nice pert tits. I had cum on my face and my tits and I was feeling fantastic. I sucked on both of the softening cocks and I could feel Smithy’s body shaking.

“Well men I hoped you have enjoyed yourself.” I said

They were speechless and I stood up and grabbed my gown off the bed and threw it around my shoulders. I went into the bathroom and had a long shower. The door soon opened and Paul walked in.

“Hi,” he said sheepishly, “Um was that Ok what I did.”

“Yeah sure.” I said, “As long as I can fuck your dad some day.”

“Hey you already fuck all my friends,” he said “Can’t you stop at that?”

“Well let’s see about that shall we.” I said as I grabbed his sticky cock “I need all the lust I can get.”

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