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Die letzten Auswirkungen von Corona und doch immer mehr Möglichkeiten.

So freuten sich Diana und Ingo endlich mal wieder Tanzen gehen zu können.

Gegen 11 Uhr Abends betreten Sie das Adiamo.

Als sie bezahlen schaut ingo Diana noch einmal an. Er war froh das sie mal wieder einen Rock angezogen hat und die weisse Bluse die er so gerne an ihr mochte. Für Ingo war seine Diana trotz ihrer 50 jähre seine Traumfrau.

In dem Moment verschwendet er auch keinen Gedanken das er Bilder von Ihr mit anderen Männern im Netz teilt weil sie ihn so stolz macht.

Als Ingo zu späterer Stunde wieder ein Getränk an der Bar für sie beiden holt sieht er das zwei ältere Männer, sicher schon über 60 zu Diana schauen. Interessiert nähert er sich den beiden von der Seite. Da sie recht laut reden kann er sie gut verstehen.

Du bist sicher das das die Fotze aus dem Internet ist?

ja klar schau dir die Tattos an die man durch die Bluse sehen kann.

Und was wollen wir machen? Du hast doch gesagt das die davon keine Ahnung hat.

Das ist mir egal ich werde die Sau heute Ficken ob du mitmachst ist mir egal. Hast du nicht gesehen wie viel die schon getrunken hat. Die ist doch grade alleine und ich gebe mal hin und fordere Sie zum tanzen auf. Schau mal ob du Ihren Typen aufhalten kannst falls du ihn siehst.

Ingo geht fast hecktisch zur anderen Seite der Theke. Keinen Moment zu spät denn der eine der beiden sieht ihn und kommt auf Ingo zu während der andere zu Diana geht.

Das hatte ja mal so kommen müssen denkt sich Ingo und sein Herz sackt in die Hose. Der Barkeeper gibt Ingo grade seine zwei Wodka Longdrinks als der einer der Männer zu ingo stößt.

Ingo schaut zu Ihm dann wieder zu seinem Kumpel der Diana mittlerweile erreicht hat.

Ohne umschweife hält der Ihm ein handy hin wo Diana mit Beinen breit zu sehen ist. Wenn Sie zu dir schaut nick ihr zu.

Ingo sieht wie der andere mit Diana spricht Sie dann zu ihm schaut. Wie verlangt nickt er Diana zu. Dann sieht er wie die beiden auf der Tanzfläche verschwinden.

Der andere sagt nur, wenn du nicht willst, das du auffliegst und die Bilder hier die Runde machen, machst Du mit wenn die beiden gleich wiederkommen. Wenn sie da sind behandle deine Diana ganz normal. Wir kennen uns von früher. Streichle ihr über den Po das sie mitbekommt das wir es sehen.

Es dauerte fast eine halbe Stunde bis Diana mit dem Typen zur Bar kommt. Diana gibt Ingo einen Kuss und sagt, ich wusste gar nicht das du einen so guten Tänzer kennst. Dabei klettert Diana auf einen Barhocker. Etwas schüchtern gibt Ingo Diana das Glas und sagt zu ihm. Hey das ist ja ewig her das wir uns gesehen haben. Wie besprochen lässt Ingo dabei seine Hand über Diana Po gleiten bis er sie auf Ihrem Bein liegen lässt.

Der Tänzer sagt zu seinem Kumpel, Hey Rick pass mal gut auf Diana auf ich muss mal kurz zur Toilette. Dabei tritt er Ingo auf den Fuß. Ingo verstand den Wink und gibt Diana einen Kuss um auch zur Toilette zu gehen.

An der Tür angekommen halt der Typ an. Ich bin Fritz und jetzt hör mir zu wir haben nicht viel Zeit.

Wenn du nicht willst das du auffliegst machst du folgendes und er erzählt Ingo seinen Plan.

Und jetzt geh zurück und mach was ich dir gesagt habe.

Ingos Magen dreht sich auf links aber was bleibt ihm übrig.

Er geht zurück zur Bar und gibt Diana einen Kuss.

Ingo tut so als ob er kaum Platz hat und stellt sich dichter zu Diana. Dabei schiebt er sein Bein zwischen Ihre Beine das sie die Schenkel öffnen muss. Rick tut so als ob er nichts sieht. Ingo flüstert Diana ins Ohr. Ich bin so geil auf dich.

Diana erinnert sich an die Sachen die Ingo so anmacht und flüstert ihm ins Ohr zurück. Ich bin auch geil auf dich, dein Freund hat mit übrigens bei Tanzen an den Hintern gefasst.

Diana merkt wie Ingo ein stöhnen unterdrücken muss. Sie grinst Ihn an. heute Abend im Bett erzähle ich dir mehr. Und gibt ihm einen Kuss. Ingo beugt sich vor, ich freue mich drauf das du meine Fotze bist.

Da kommt Fritz zurück. Als währe es selbstverständlich legt er seine Hand auf ihren Oberschenkel.

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Ingo schiebt sein Bein etwas höher das Dianas Beine weiter auseinander gehen. Dann gibt er Diana einen küss und flüstert er ihr zu uns schaut dabei auf die Hand von Fritz. Du willst mich wohl noch geiler machen. söğütlüçeşme escort Und nun geh tanzen.

Ingo geht einen Schritt zurück. Halt sagt Rick plötzlich streng. Und hält allen ein Longdrinkglas mit Wodka hin.

Auf den schönen Abend und Ex prostet er. Diana verschluckt sich fast. Dann zieht Fritz Diana zu sich und nun los dabei gibt er Ihr einen Klaps auf den Po. Diana geht noch einmal zu Ingo. Sie gibt ihm einen Kuss. Bis gleich Schatz. Dann flüstert Sie ihm noch ins Ohr. Fritz geht aber ganz schon ran aber das macht mich nur noch geiler auf dich heute Abend.

Diana schaut sich noch einmal zu ingo um und lächelt entschuldigend.

Geben wir ihnen 20 Minuten dann gehen wir runter. Sagt Rick zu Ingo.

Beide sprechen kein Wort und Ingo folgt Rick als er nach etwas 30 Minuten aufsteht. Als Sie in der Disco ankommen ist sie nicht mehr so sehr gefüllt es ist ja auch mittlerweile 2 Uhr. Diana tanz mit Fritz grade einen langsamen Tanz. Dabei ist seine Hand wie selbstverständlich auf Ihrem Po. Ingo bekommt einen Stich im Herz doch Rick sagt los löse ihn ab und mach weiter wo er aufgehört hat.

Ingo geht zu den beiden und Diana strahlt ihn an als er kommt und Fritz ablöst. Als Ingo mit ihr tanzt merkt er das Diana scheinbar noch ein wenig getrunken hat denn sie drückt sich schwer an ihn.

Bring mich ins Bett mein Hengst, flüstert Sie ihm zu. Ingo legt seine Hände auf ihren Po und schiebt auch ihren Rock leicht hoch. Diana flüstert ihm zu. Das hat Fritz eben auch gemacht. Und als Sie merkt wie Ingos schwanz in der Hose wächst schaut Sie ihn erschrocken an. So geil macht dich das? ingo nickt nur. Er hat mir den Po geknetet als währe ich sein. Wir sollten nach hause stöhnt Ingo ihr zu. Ich habe im auch erlaubt einmal meinen Busen zu streicheln. Du hast was fragt Ingo erschrocken. Und berührt unmerklich ihren Busen. hast du ihn auch geküsst fragt Ingo. Spinnst Du, nein antwortest Diana fast böse.

Ohh sagt Ingo nur. Du bist mein Luder. Da steht Fritz hinter Ihm.

Abklatschen. Ingo macht verwirrt Platz und Fritz nimmt seine Position ein.

Sofort sieht Ingo während er an den Rand geht wie Fritz Dianas Po knetet. Er sagt etwas und Diana kichert wie ein kleines Mädchen. Diana schaut zu Ingo dann nimmt Fitz ihren Kopf und gibt ihr einen Zungenkuss dabei öffnet er einen Knopf ihrer Bluse. Als Diana ihn von sich drückt nimmt Ingo wieder wie abgesprochen seinen Platz ein und küsst Sie leidenschaftlich. Das hast Du absichtlich gemacht sagt Ingo zu Ihr. Wer weiss sagt sie frech zurück. Ich freue mich so sehr auf heute Nacht in unserem Bett sag Diana und streicht Ingo über seine Beule in seiner Hose.

Da kommt Rick und löst Ihn ab. Nach ein paar Takten der Musik küsst er Diana an den Hals. Ingo konnte Ihr stöhnen fast durch den ganzen Raum hören auch andere hatten mittlerweile Notiz genommen.

Ingo ging wieder zu ihr. Ich denke wir haben genug sollen wir nach hause? Unschlüssig schaut Diana zu Rick. Noch etwas tanzen fragt Sie Ingo leise.

Alle drei gehen von der Tanzfläche zurück zu Fritz der sich in eine etwas dunklere Ecke gestellt hatte.

Diana möchte noch etwas Tanzen bevor wir gehen, sagt Ingo zu Fritz. Ingo schiebt Diana leicht zu Fritz und der nimmt sie in Empfang. Also noch ein Ritt Baby? Diana nickt verlegen.

Gut aber dann möchte ich auch etwas spass haben ich sehe doch wie Du Ingo heiß machen willst. Los stellt euch um uns herum sagt er zu Rick und Ingo. Beide schirmten Diana und Fritz vor den Blicken anderer ab.

Ne lass mal sagt Diana schüchtern.

Fritz beginnt Diana zu küssen und knetet leicht ihren Busen. Diana schaut aus den Augenwinkeln zu Ingo. Seine Blicke sprachen von der Geilheit die er grade empfand. Sie drückt Fitz weg, warte bitte ich kann sowas nicht. Als sie zu Ingo schaut, sieht sie eine mächtige Beule in seiner Hose.

Unbemerkt hatte Fritz währenddessen seine Hose geöffnet.

Diana überlegte noch einen Moment und macht zu Ingo gedreht einen weiteren Knopf ihrer Bluse auf. Er darf meinen Busen anfassen und dann tanzen wir noch aber dann gehen wir Ingo.

Sie dreht sich zu Fritz und stößt gegen seinen abstehenden Schwanz. Erschrocken schaut Sie nach unten. Diana schaut auf einen Schwanz der fast doppelt so groß ist wie der von Ingo.

Fritz lässt seine Hand zwischen ihrer leicht offenen Bluse gleiten und knetet ihren Busen. Als er durch den Stoff ihres sultanbeyli escort BHs den Brustwarze dreht sagt er streichelt ihn. Diana schaut noch einmal zu Ingo der nichts unternimmt. dann gleitet ihre Hand zu dem Schaft und streichelt Ihn leicht. Bitte lass uns Tanzen und pack ihn wieder ein.

Fritz folgt Ihrem Wunsch und als Diana den Knopf ihrer Bluse wieder schließen will fällt er Sie zurück. Der bleibt offen.

Bevor Diana nachdenken kann zieht sie Fritz wieder zu sich und küsst Sie weiter.

Diana löst sich erschrocken von Fritz und flieht in die Arme von Ingo. Ich habe eine Idee flüstert Ingo Ihr etwas ins Ohr. So kommen wir alle auf unsere Kosten Diana nickt und verschwindet im Bad. Als Sie wiederkommt hat sie ein leicht rotes Gesicht vor Scham.

Diana gibt Rick etwas in die Hand. Als er herunterschaut grinst er als der den Slip erkennt. Da habt ihr eure Trophäe sagt sie leise. Dann nimmt Diana Fritz an die Hand und zieht ihn auf die Tanzfläche.

Nach ein paar schnellen Tänzen wurde es wieder langsamer und Ingo erinnerte sich an die Aufgaben das er nicht auffliegt.

So geht er zu Diana die Grade wieder an der Schulter von Fritz schwoft und sagt ihr. Ich denke es reicht jetzt, ich bin geil auf dich und will dich zu hause ficken. Nun merkt Ingo den Alkoholpegel von Diana. Sie zieht ihn zu sich und führt seine Hand zwischen ihren Rock ohne das es jemand sehen kann. Als Finger glänzen als Ingo Sie ins licht hält. So geil bin ich auf dich kichert Diana hört dabei aber nicht auf mit Fritz zu tanzen. Ingo geht er wieder an den Rand. Fritz hat das natürlich mitbekommen und Küßt Diana wieder. Schön das ich dich so geil mache für deinen Ingo flüstert er ihr ins Ohr. Er merkte wie Dianas Atem immer schneller geht. Kurzentschlossen fasst Fritz die Hand von Diana und zieht sie hinter sich her auf die Herrentoilette. Leicht stolpernd folgt Diana aber ohne Gegenwehr.

Es waren nur noch wenige Männer da die verwundert schauten aber nichts sagten.

Wortlos drückt Rick Diana auf den Waschtisch in einer fließenden Bewegung zieht er Ihren Rock über die Hüften.

Wie erhofft schaute er auf eine feucht schimmernde Spalte.

Diana dreht sich zu Rick bitte nicht hier. Sei ganz Ruhig sagt Rick streng und Diana gehorcht wortlos.

Nur einen Moment später hatte er seinen Schwanz in der Hand und lässt Ihn durch Dianas Schlitz gleiten.

Oh bitte nicht sagt sie leise, ich habe meinen Ingo noch nie betrogen.

Doch als seine Eichel langsam in sie eindringt sagt sie nur ohh ja.

Zeitgleich sagt Rick zu ingo, ich denke wir können hinterher aber du bleibst im Hintergrund.

Langsam schiebt Fritz seinen Schwanz in Diana und fängt an sie langsam zu ficken. Als 2 von den anderen Männern zu Rick schauen nickt dieser nur. Die Fotze ist nicht prüde. Sie holen Ihre Schwänze heraus und wichsen leicht neben den beiden.

Als Rick und Ingo zur Toilette kommen stehen erst 2 Männer vor der Tür. Geht nach oben das ist hier Privat. Rick sagt schnell, wir wissen von der Fotze. Die beiden machen Platz und Ingo betritt mit Ihm den Raum.

Hinter dem ersten Abzweig sieht er dann seine Diana die von Fritz gefickt wird. Beide stöhnen laut und Diana scheint gar nicht mitzubekommen das auch andere im Raum sind. Plötzlich verharrt Fritz in Diana und man merkt wie er seinen Saft in sie spritzt.

Ermattet bleibt Diana wie sie ist und sagt nur, das war so geil Fritz.

Als Diana sich aufrichten will drückt Fritz sie wieder herunter. Meinst du ich bin blöde und merke nicht was dein Ingo sich wünscht?

Da dringt schon der nächste in Diana ein. Erst will Diana sich wieder aufrichten aber nach einen strengem BLEIB von Fritz bleibt sie liegen. Nach ein paar Stößen kommt ein ja das ist so geil von Ihr.

Als der vierte in ihr Fertig ist geht Fritz zu ihr. Er zieht Diana hoch. Etwas wackelig nimmt er sie in den Arm und küßt sie wieder. Du bist eine echt geile Sau. Dann zieht Fritz Ihre Bluse aus dann entfernt er Ihren BH. Widerstandslos lässt Diana ihn machen dann drückt er Sie auf die Knie.

Fritz stellt sich vor Diana und hält seinen halb stehen Schwanz vor Ihren Mund. Ohne zögern umschließt Diana ihn mit ihrem Mund und als er wächst stöhnt sie der ist zu dick für meinen Mund.

Als Fitz wichsend vor Diana steht sagt er dann, mach deinen Mund auf. Bereitwillig legt Diana Ihren Kopf zurück und öffnet ihren Mund.

Das taşdelen escort Bild läßt Fritz keine Ruhe wie Diana vor ihm kniet nur noch in Schuhen und den Rock über ihren Hüften. Aus Ihrer offnen Fotze tropft das Sperma und ein keiner See bildet sich unter Ihr.

Fritz nimmt sein Handy und macht ein paar Aufnahmen.

Mittlerweile sieht Ingo aus dem Hintergrund das jetzt 6 Männer wichsend um seine Diana stehen.

Da spritzt auch schon der erste neben Diana ab und das Sperma landet in Ihrem Haar und im Gesicht.

Fritz normal attraktiver Tonfall ändert sich.

Los du billige Fotze leck den Schwanz sauber. Ohne zögern macht Diana es sofort als schon der nächste anfängt zu stöhnen.

Fitz nimmt Ihrem Kopf in die Hände und dreht Ihn zu dem zuckenden Schwanz. Los spitz ihr ins Maul und nach dem ersten Spritzer über ihrem Gesicht landet der Rest in Ihrem Mund. Schlucken fordert Fritz Diana auf die sofort Ihren Mund schließt.

Das beobachtet Ingo noch 3 Mal als Rick ihn zur Tür schiebt.

Geh zu unseren 2 Wachen und pass auf das kein falscher reinkommt.

Als ingo sich zur Tür dreht sagt Rick noch, und sag ihnen das die Fotze noch nicht genug hat.

Ingo gehr geknickt zur Tür was bleibt ihm auch übrig. Als er sie öffnet sagt er den beiden. Ich soll euch ablösen und die Fotze hat noch nicht genug. Grinsend gehen die beiden rein und Ingo fühlt sich verlassen vor der Tür.

Ingo ist so froh das keiner mehr reinfiel und nach uns nach verlassen verschiedenen Männer die Toilette.

Rick kommt zu Diana als Ihr grade von Fritz hoch geholfen wird.

Über und über ist sie mit Sperma beschmiert. Diana dreht sich zu Fritz und Rick um. Was habt Ihr nur gemacht fragt sie. Wo ist mein Ingo? Der wartet in der Disco auf dich antwortet Rick. Aber ich habe auch noch etwas gut und ich habe noch zwei Freunde hier. Dabei zeigt er auf die beiden die die Tür bewacht haben.

Diana sucht nach ihren Sachen. Als Fritz das sieht sagt er streng los beug dich wieder über das Waschbecken.

Diana will etwas erwidern macht aber was Fritz sagt.

Rick stellt sich hinter Diana und lässt seine Hand auf Ihren Po klatschen. Du hast einen echt geilen Arsch.

Als Diana aufstöhnt ist sein Entschluss gefasst. Er zeiht ihre Arschbacken auseinander und schaut auf ihr gerötetes und verschmiertes Loch. Auch der Anus glänzt von Sperma.

Noch zweimal schlägt er auf Ihren Po. Dann drückt er seinen Schwanz in Ihre Muschi. Diana stöhnt auf. Doch Rick zieht Ihn heraus und drückt seinen Schwanz in ihren Anus. Als Fritz merkt das Diana sich wegdrehen will fällt er Ihren Oberkörper fast.

Nicht in den Po jammert Diana doch dank des vielen Spermas gleitet Ricks Schwanz fast von selber in ihren Po.

Rick stöhnt auf, deine Arschfotze ist schön eng und fängt an sie zu ficken. Diana fängt komisch an zu glucksen. dann sagt Diana plötzlich.

Ja komm fick mich in den Arsch. Fitz nimmt schnell sein handy als er merkt das Diana ihre Hemmungen fallen lässt und lehnt sich genüsslich filmend an die Wand.

Schon nach kurzer Zeit zieht sich auch Rick zurück und das Sperma tropft aus Ihrem Anus. Doch statt aufzustehen dreht Diana ihren Kopf zu den beiden anderen. Los wer will noch dabei wackelt Sie mit Ihrem Hintern. Der eine kommt und schiebt Ihr den Schwanz in die Fotze und rammelt sie wie ein stück Fleisch bis er kommt. Der Andere kommt zu Ihr und zieht Diana auf die Beine. Sie dreht sich zu Ihm und er fast ihr hart an den Busen. Diana stöhnt auf und fragt unterwürfig. Wie willst du mich ficken?

Er grinst und sagt, ich werde dir in den Rachen spritzen und drückt Diana auf die Knie.

Langsam schiebt er seinen Schwanz in Dianas Mund doch sie zieht immer bei der hälfte zurück. So nicht du Fotze sagt er böse.

Er sagt zu seinem Kumpel der zuvor in ihr gekommen ist hat sie fast.

Der stellt sich hinter Diana und hält ihren Kopf fest.

Langsam drückt er seinen Schwanz in Dianas Mund. Nach dem fünften versuch reist Diana ihre Augen auf und der Schwanz ist bis zum Anschlag in Ihr. der Typ verharrt ein paar Sekunden und zieht den Schwanz ganz heraus. Das wiederholt er 10 mal dann fängt er an Diana in ihren Rachen zu ficken. nach kurzer Zeit pumpt er sein Sperma direkt in Dianas Rachen. Als er Diana befreit keucht sie und spuckt etwas Sperma aus.

Fritz hilft ihr auf und gibt ihr Ihre transparente Bluse.

Diana fragt nach ihren BH doch Fritz zuckt nur mit den Schultern

Du bist eine gute Fotze da macht es nichts aus denn du so zu deinem Ingo gehst.

Diana richtet ihren Rock und zieht die Bluse über dann geht sie wackelig zur Tür.

Sie schaut ihn zögernd an. Dann fasst Diana Ingo an die Hand und zieht ihn zum Ausgang. Ich kann dir gleich beim sex einiges für deine Fantasien erzählen. So machen Sie sich auf dem Weg nach hause.

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Amy and I were heading to the South of France during a hot August summer. Most of the people of Paris know to escape the city’s heat during August and head north to cool, comfortable climates. We went south to see friends and spend some time in the places we enjoy. We don’t mind the heat and feel comfortable on the Riviera at any time of year. Maybe it helps that we stay very fit and enjoy summer clothes.

We took the Blue Train from Paris to Cannes, arriving at the station at 10pm. The Blue train is famous for the romantic appeal; escaping Paris at night, flying through the French countryside towards the Cote de Azur, filled with lovers and new liaisons fueled by intimate company, brilliant food and exceptional wine. The conductors know to carry corkscrews on their key chains and to discretely close an errant curtain.

This night we had a 1st class compartment all to ourselves, a stroke of luck. We started to unpack an overnight picnic of cheeses, bread, some meats and a bottle of red wine our wine shop recommended. Waiting for the train to leave the station, we made ourselves quite at home changing into evening wear; Amy into a red silk robe and pants picked up in Hong Kong, me into my cotton surfer-pants and a loose thin sweater. We expected a quiet, romantic night as we sped towards Cannes.

As the train started moving from the station, we spotted a group of college-age kids running headlong down the quai trying to catch it. One of them jumped aboard and I could not help but to notice she was an athletic beauty. The others were hurrying, trying to catch a handhold when one fell, causing the rest of the group to fall into a heap. They could not sort themselves out in time and watched helplessly as the train left the station.

Amy and I were discussing the poor luck of these kids when we heard a commotion in the passageway. I went out of our compartment to see the same young woman in animated conversation in French with the conductor. He seemed to be demanding something that she could not produce; I had to assume she was without a ticket. I approached them and asked if I could be of help.

The conductor turned to me. “She does not have a ticket, and must leave at the next station. I am very sorry to have disturbed you, monsieur,” he said.

The girl – a startling young woman indeed – turned to me and said in perfect English, “My ticket is with my friends, who fell at the station and could not catch the train.”

“A lie! Just another gypsy trying to steal a free ride!” he spat.

“She is telling the truth,” I offered. “We saw her friends racing for the train and they fell together.”

The conductor changed his attitude immediately, but was in a bind. “I understand, but pardon,” he flustered. “I cannot allow her to continue on without a ticket and an assigned compartment.”

“She can stay with us.” The voice came from behind me and startled the three of us. Amy had come out of our compartment and apparently heard the dilemma. She looked at me directly.

“Pay for her ticket, dear,” She said. “We’ll make room for her.” With that, she spun and went back to our compartment.

I looked at the conductor, he looked at me, we shrugged; very well. I retrieved my wallet, pulled out a sum of Euros and delivered them over. He accepted them gratefully and even carried the girl’s bag for her down the passage.

We bundled into the small compartment and settled the girl onto a seat. She thanked us and introduced herself as Marie-Helene. She was very grateful but a little anxious. Amy handed her a glass of wine and asked her to tell us her story.

Marie-Helene was 19, French, traveling with a group of friends during school break. They had decided at the last minute to make a run to the south coast and had misread the train schedule, causing them to bolt through the station and miss the train. Or nearly miss the train. Marie’s cell phone lit up while she was talking, and she interrupted her story to answer it.

I took the moment to study this young woman. She was young, intensely beautiful. Her light coloring, blond hair and hazel eyes accented a classically beautiful face; high cheekbones, slender nose, full lips, even white teeth. Her hair flowed easily across her shoulders and her skin was flawless. I could not help but follow the lines of her neck down to her shoulders, her arms, and her breasts, covered by a sheer white cotton top with a white sports bra underneath. Her body was athletic, breasts small; she looked to be a swimmer or runner. I had an odd feeling and looked quickly over; Amy had been watching me. Our eyes locked for a moment, something was twinkling in those blue eyes of hers.

Marie began to sound concerned on the phone. She looked up at us. “Simone hurt her ankle. She has to stay in Paris and have it looked at. The others are not sure what to do. They have my bag with my tickets, my money.” She looked at us, needing some guidance. Amy was the first to answer.

“No need to worry, Marie.” Amy went over harem escort and sat next to Marie. “We will take care of you in Cannes.”

The way Amy said it and then looked over at me made me wonder; something I could not put my finger on. What was on her mind? This girl was a total stranger. Were we now to take her under our wing?

They began to discuss Cannes and things to do there. I withdrew and returned to setting out the picnic dinner we had brought, now for three. The girls graciously accepted the bread and cheese and I refilled all our glasses as lights flashed by the window and the train continued through the countryside south of Paris.

Marie became bright and cheerful, excellent company. They chatted about Cannes, clothes, food, the beaches, the clubs. I was entertained just watching these two in my compartment and joined in happily. Soon, as travelers do, we felt as though we were friends and could trust her. Marie said she would accept our invitation in Cannes, as we had a suite reserved there in a marvelous hotel. That the sleeping arrangements were never mentioned pleased me somehow.

Amy was acting like there was something on her mind. She was looking at me often, looking at Marie, then me again. I could not piece it together and figured it would come out later if she wished. The opportunity came when Marie excused herself for a moment. Amy came over to my side, snuggling into me.

“What do you think of her?” She asked, looking at the lights flashing outside the window.

“I think she is something special,” I had to admit. Amy turned to face me.

“I think so too.” She paused. “I think she is someone special – something that we could share.” I thought I was dreaming – was Amy really offering something here?

Amy went on. “I saw you looking at her in the passageway. She is exactly your type. I think she’s lovely. If she’s willing… we could all share something amazing over the next few days.”

I cannot describe how astonished – and suddenly aroused – I was. Marie had made very male thoughts go through my mind, but the thought of sharing her with a willing Amy- that caused a thrill right to the base of my manhood. Amy noticed instantly; she has always read me a little too well.

“I see this has your approval,” She grinned.

Marie returned at that moment with a smile and seated herself. Amy gave her a warm smile, got up and refilled our wine glasses. She handed ours over and raised her own in a toast.

“Here’s to new friends,” she said. We all smiled, clinked glasses and sipped.

Amy asked me to put down the beds for us, as it must have been near 2am. I hesitated for a moment, as I was still a little hard and only had on the cotton pants, but went ahead and started pulling down the beds above me. Amy leaned over to whisper something to Marie and they both laughed and smiled, clinking their glasses together again.

I then went to put down the bed over their heads, reaching up over them and unable to hide myself at all. As I did I heard a muffled ‘oh!’ and then girlish giggling. They were whispering and giggling between each other as I went out to the lav.

When I returned, Amy said to Marie, “why don’t you get ready for bed now? I’ll get some things out for you.”

Marie seemed very grateful as Amy went into her bags and retrieved a sheer white silk robe; the one that was short enough to show off her very fine rear. Marie ran her hands over it and said she loved it – and then stood up and started unbuttoning her sheer blouse and pulling it out of her hip-height jeans. I was transfixed – was she going to change right there? I looked over at Amy, who was watching me with some amusement. Marie pulled her sports bra off and turned away, but not before I saw her amazing breasts clearly. They were small, hard, and perfectly formed; she didn’t need a bra at all. Her nipples were a dark rose-petal red. Her stomach was tight and firm and when she turned and put on Amy’s robe I could only watch the muscles in her back move like flowing liquid.

She draped the robe across her shoulders and bent to pull off her jeans. I had to look away as I was becoming hard, pressing against my thin pants. Amy caught my eye and I had to smile; she gave me a slow, lingering look. She had enjoyed watching as well. I looked to the window but was caught with the reflection of Marie pulling down her jeans. She must love white, her panties were small white lace and her socks were ankle high white with lace on top. She turned and sat and saw me looking out the window and caught my eyes in the reflection – she smiled and looked over at Amy, who smiled back.

Marie was facing us, Amy’s white silk covering her top, her curves delightfully displayed by the flowing robe. Her smooth legs were barely crossed and every inch of them begged to be touched. We had almost finished the bottle, and I suggested we finish it and head to bed. The girls agreed and I poured them kalamış escort each what was left.

Amy remarked to Marie about her beautiful skin, and Marie blushed charmingly. Amy got up, dug into her bag and came up with a bottle of lotion she had purchased at the exceedingly expensive boutique where she gets these things. I like the smell and indulge her. Amy told Marie about the wonderful properties of the lotion, putting some on her hands and rubbing it on her own arms. She encouraged Marie to try some, so Marie put some on her hands and started to rub it on her arms also. The wine had made them a little tipsy and they giggled a bit as they rubbed it here and there.

“Why don’t you put some on my back?” Amy asked, handing the bottle over to me.

I do like the smell of the stuff and went over to her, sitting next to her on the couch. Marie was on the other side of me; I could feel her moving, brushing occasionally against me. I was able to keep myself under control up to this point, but the smells of Amy and Marie mixed together with the lotion and both of them against me, touching me, made me grow and harden until I could not stop it.

Amy turned away from me and dropped her top down, exposing her back to Marie and me. I started rubbing the lotion into her back, starting across her shoulders, and then up to her neck. She moved to pull up her hair, letting go of the top and allowing it to fall to her waist. I kept rubbing on her, stroking and caressing now more than just rubbing in the lotion. If she was going to drop her top, I was going to make her nipples hard.

It suddenly occurred to me that Marie had stopped moving behind me – I looked around and saw that she was watching with large eyes, her hands motionless, one on her chest, the fingers touching the bottom of her neck; the other across her breasts. Her mouth was open and her eyes were devouring every move I made.

I turned back to Amy and began to go more slowly. Caressing now, down her sides, fingernails along her ribs, giving her goose bumps. I knew this would make her nipples hard. Stroking her skin, pressing against the muscles of her back, I could feel she was just as aroused as me.

Amy turned and said, “That’s enough for me – now do Marie’s back.” As she spoke, her top fell to the couch and she made no move to pick it up. Her breasts were proud, her nipples hard as cherry pits; she sat straight up and looked marvelous.

I turned to Marie. She was breathing hard. She blinked and made a small noise in her throat, then turned around and pulled the robe down from her shoulders. I put a small amount of lotion on my hands and started to run my hands across her back, along her shoulders; my fingers tingling with the feel of this beauty.

Her skin felt like fine silk, her muscles were firm and tensed now; as I ran a hand up her spine to the nape of her neck she shivered and her whole back covered with goose bumps. I could only think of what this had done for her breasts.

“Now, you’ve made her cold. I’ll help.” Amy stood, now wearing only her pink silk bottoms, moving over to sit on the couch facing Marie.

Marie followed Amy with her eyes, and when Amy sat before her she made a low sound. Amy reached over putting one hand beside Marie’s head – then leaned in and kissed her.

Marie’s back tensed under my hands, then I could feel her begin to melt under Amy’s kiss. She began to return the kiss, a long, loving kiss. When they broke it I could not stop myself – I pulled Marie to me, turning her head and kissing her long and deep. She moaned into my mouth, her taut muscles loosening against me. Amy’s hands began wandering over Marie’s chest, opening up the robe, exploring her breasts.

I could not imagine a more erotic sight, my cock now pulsing in my lap, the tip wet with want. Amy moved in closer and her mouth moved towards Marie’s nipple. I pulled Marie to me again – I wanted her to feel taken, wanted. I kissed her, her mouth opening to mine, and as our tongues touched she started against me – Amy’s mouth had pulled on one of her nipples.

Marie’s hands were moving over Amy’s hair, along her shoulders, and now moved to Amy’s breasts. As Amy suckled her breasts, Marie began to explore Amy’s, squeezing, pulling, pinching. Amy made a low sound, then moved up and turned Marie’s head to kiss her again. Marie’s brow furrowed with the intensity of the kiss, and I moved my hands around Marie to feel her magnificent body.

Her breasts were hard, her nipples standing out fully as I caressed and stroked them. I pulled on one and Marie again started. I wrapped one arm around her, holding her tight against me, the muscles of my arm squeezing around her chest, and found a nipple again, this time pinching and pulling it. Marie made a long sound, breaking the kiss and moaning. Amy saw where I was touching and went to suck the other nipple into her mouth. I moved to kiss Marie, puling on one nipple, hold her kavacık escort to me and kissing her hard while Amy suckled her other breast – Marie’s moan became louder and higher and then her body shuddered against us, convulsing slightly. We let her go then, stroking her, kissing her lightly. Amy stroked her hair, then wanted more kisses while I opened her legs, my fingers running down her flat stomach and over the white lace beneath.

Marie was dripping wet through her lace, my fingers tracing a line of wetness up and down the swollen lips of her pussy. I avoided her clit and moved my fingers along the lips, gentle, then hard, then gentle again. I began a smooth stroking motion up and down her lips. Marie responded with a hand grasping for me, looking for my hardness. Amy took her hand and led it to my cock, stroking it through my pants.

Amy reached over and tore open my fly; I sprang out, a drop of moisture on the tip. Marie wrapped her fingers around me. I could not suppress a moan as this girl took my cock in her delicate hands and began stroking it. I kissed her and was lost in the kiss as Marie started a faster motion on me.

But then Amy pushed Marie back against me, pushing her down onto my chest. Amy started kissing Marie’s neck, her breasts, her stomach. She seemed to have a destination in mind as she moved herself lower on the couch. Marie automatically spread her legs, instinctively understanding Amy’s want.

I held Marie’s hair in my hand, brought her lips up to mine and began a long kiss – exploring her mouth, pulling her lips into mine, running my tongue along her perfect white teeth. Marie held on to me and I felt her move as Amy pulled down her lace panties. Then Amy came back in and I watched Marie’s face as she felt Amy’s kiss there. Her eyes opened, then closed, then closed hard, her mouth opening as Amy’s mouth started exploring her pussy.

Amy stopped for a moment and told me to look – I looked down at my beautiful wife between this girl’s legs – and Amy pointed out that Marie was completely bare down there, she shaved everything and was clean and open. Amy went back to her attentions on Marie’s pussy and I held her and kissed her, stroking her stomach, her breasts, her arms. Amy told us how good Marie tasted and how much more she wanted, telling Marie how hard she was going to come.

Marie could not say a word, she was lost between Amy’s tongue and my attentions to her. She began tensing up, the muscles in her stomach clearly visible, her arms beginning to clutch at me. I held her tight, kissing her, telling her how good we were going to make her feel, when she twisted in my arms and cried out, “Ah! Ah – Mon Dieu!”

She came hard, her whole body squeezing down towards her pussy. Amy came up and kissed me deep, her tongue bringing Marie’s taste to me. She filled my mouth, and we kissed and shared between us.

“She filled me up when she came,” said Amy breathlessly. “She tastes so good- I had to share.”

I agreed and turned to share with Marie when Amy beat me to it, her mouth opening into Marie’s mouth, sharing Marie’s wetness. I marveled at these women, savoring Marie’s pussy between them, enjoying what women can share.

Amy came up for air, looking at me with more lust than I have ever seen in her before. Marie was dazed, still riding out the kiss after orgasm. Amy asked me what I wanted, and I told her it’s time to fuck Marie while Marie returns Amy’s favor. Amy grinned and kissed me.

We moved Marie onto her back, laying her down comfortably on the couch. I moved down between her legs, my cock swaying between her thighs. Amy moved up and caressed Marie’s cheeks, their eyes locked as I pressed the tip of my cock into Marie’s waiting pussy. She was dripping wet and swollen and I pushed deep into her with one stroke. Her whole body responded, her hips moving and her back arching, her mouth moving towards Amy’s. She was rewarded with a kiss as I pushed deeper into her.

Amy laid her head back, now taking charge of Marie’s attention. Amy moved to kneel over her, opening her legs on each side of Marie, facing me, opening her pussy to Marie’s sight. Marie never hesitated but opened her mouth to Amy, burying her tongue into Amy’s flesh, lapping at the wetness there.

“Ah!” cried Amy. “She’s good!”

I grabbed Marie’s hips and gave her some deep, smooth strokes until I was completely inside her. She was tight, warm, wet – her hips and stomach were perfect and wrapped around me. Marie was moaning and Amy was holding her own breasts, riding on this beautiful girl’s tongue.

Together we shared Marie, my loving wife and I – my cock deep into Marie’s wetness, Amy riding her pleasure from Marie’s mouth, we kissed between us, sharing the girl and losing ourselves in the moment. Amy was panting and her mouth was devouring mine, I was pulling her lips, her tongue, holding her breasts as Marie ground her clit from below.

I was driven with urgency to take this beauty, to fill her with come. I held her hips and stroked into her, fast then slow, watching her mouth move on Amy. My hands went up to hold her breasts, now flat against her chest. I held them, squeezed them, ran my hands along her sides, then under her ass to feel the firm cheeks there. As I grabbed them and kneaded them Amy caressed Marie’s breasts, touching everything.

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Jessie and I had been dating nearly two years. We met at college our freshman year and hit it off at once. She stands 5’2″ is very thin, nearly flat chested, 30A cups, and cute little hips. Her face is adorable and framed by her short, sandy blonde, haircut that she wore cut shorter in the back and longer along the sides of her face. She looked very young; at 19 she appeared all of 15. She is crazy about sex and open to most things sexual. One of her favorite things is sucking cock, and her favorite position is riding cowgirl style. She had several sexual partners before me, but she was my first. I’m not the jealous type and actually enjoy hearing her talk about previous partners. She’s never given me reason to doubt her so I don’t get jealous. The first time we had sex was in my dorm room with a party of about 10 people going on in the adjoining room. She got kinda loud and teased me that she didn’t care if they heard cause she was talking my virginity and was proud of it. She loved to tease me about being young and naive even though she looked more like my little sister.

She’s really open minded and doesn’t get jealous about other girls with me either. She knows that I think a few of her friends are hot and will tease me about them from time to time, calling them my secret lovers and such. This drives me nuts because I’ve fantasized about several of them and what it would be like to have them join Jessie and I for a threesome.

Her roommate in college and best friend to this day, is Sarah, who is absolutely hot. She’s 5’8″ long red hair, tight stomach, large tits and a perfect round ass. I love Jessie and wouldn’t change her for the world but she looks like a little girl next to Sarah. Sarah was the material of many masturbatory fantasies on campus.

One Friday after class, Jessie ran up to me saying that we were going to meet up with Sarah and a new guy she was seeing at the theater and see a movie that night. I said that it sounded fun and after a quick kiss and her grabbing my crotch and me pinching a nipple, we went our separate ways.

I drove over and parked outside of her dorm that evening to wait on her. A minute or so later, the passenger door opened up and Sarah climbed in. She was very bubbly that night and acting super flirty, telling me how good I looked and that Jessie better watch out, cause she was going to take me away from her. This was not unusual behavior for her and went a long way toward explaining why she was so popular with the guys and hated by so many girls. Just as she saw Jessie coming out, she leaned over, put her arms around me and started squirming around like we were making out. I involuntarily got an erection and was wriggling, trying to make it less obvious as Jessie walked up. She slung open the passenger door and and climbed in on top of Sarah.

“Is this a private make out session or can anybody join?” Jessie said, laughing.

“Come on baby!” Sarah shrieked, and wrapped her arms around her and planted a huge kiss directly on Jessie’s lips.

To my astonishment, this had absolutely no effect on Jessie. They mock embraced for a few seconds, arms intertwining and lips pressed together. This did nothing to alleviate my erection but I couldn’t take my eyes off of these two beautiful girls. The pulled apart and Jessie climbed out.

Sarah started to get out and Jessie said, “No, girl, you sit there, I’ll ride in the back.” and she closed the door.

As she moved to the back door, Sarah reached over and placed her hand on my crotch and gave my hard cock a squeeze.

“I saw that.” she said softly, and pulled her hand back before Jessie got back in.

My heart was racing as my girlfriend climbed in and planted a kiss on my neck. I was scared she’d reach down and grab my crotch and see how hard I was. But she sat back and buckled up. I started the car and we were off to meet Sarah’s new guy at the mall.

We arrived at the theater and stood around waiting for him for about ten minutes.

Finally, Sarah said, “There he is!” and ran off.

She ran straight into the arms of one of the biggest black guys I’ve ever seen. He was at least 6’3 and had to weigh close to 300 lbs. He wasn’t all muscle though; he seemed kinda flabby. But after shaking his hand, I knew this guy was very strong. This didn’t surprise me because Sarah had been telling us that he played defensive tackle for another university the previous year.

“Hey, guys, this is Chris.” Sarah said standing next to the huge black guy.

We talked a few minutes and decided to get tickets and snacks and take our seats. When we reached the theater, Chris sat to the left, then Sarah, Jessie and I was on the right end. Sarah and Chris talked and she giggled some. Then she and Jessie whispered back and forth some and got to laughing.

Chris and I exchanged knowing looks that said, “Women, what are you going to do?” and laughed ourselves.

The lights dimmed and some trailers began to play. Jessie and Sarah kept giggling and talking. Then, Sarah leaned over incirli escort to Chris and said something. After a couple of minutes, Jessie leaned across Sarah, talked to Chris for a minute then sat back straight. She looked at me, holding back laughter.

“What’s going on?” I asked leaning close to her ear.

Se whispered back, “I’ll tell you later.” and planted a big kiss on my cheek.

The movie started and the girls settled down. About 15 minutes in, Sarah and Jessie got to whispering again and giggling. Then Jessie leaned over Sarah to Chris again. She was practically laying on Sarah, which I didn’t mind because it afforded me a pretty good view of her ass and made me think dirty thoughts about the two of them together. Then I noticed that Jessie’s right hand was all the way over on Chris’s leg as they were whispering back and forth. A man behind us had had enough by this time and announced he was going to get a manager if they didn’t calm down, so Jessie sat back straight. But both girls were obviously, barely holding it together without bursting out laughing.

I thought of Jessie’s hand on Chris leg.

We finished the movie with no further incidences and left the theater. As soon as we were out, Sarah and Jessie were laughing hysterically.

“Crazy old man!” Sarah said loudly. “He’s just jealous he wasn’t the center of attention, huh, Chris?”

“I guess so.” Chris said, with a chuckle.

“What were you all laughing about?” I asked.

At this, Sarah burst out laughing again, and was soon joined by Jessie.

“I’ll tell you on the way back.” Jessie said.

We stood around talking a little while, while Sarah tried to get Chris to come back to her dorm room and hang out. He was reluctant, but Sarah, like with all guys, got her way. They walked off to his car and Jessie and I walked to mine.

In the car, I turned to Jessie and asked again, “What was that all about?”

“Oh, god.” Jessie said, starting to laugh again. “Sarah was telling me about Chris’s..um..size.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“She was telling me how big his dick is.” she explained.

“And that was funny?” I asked.

“She swears he’s like 10 inches” Jessie said. “Then she told me to ask him if I didn’t believe her. That got me to laughing. Then she said she was serious and that I should ask him; so I did.”

“You asked a guy you just met how big his dick is?” I asked, shocked at her boldness.

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “I kinda surprised myself by asking him. But his answer is what really got me.”

“What did he say?” I inquired.

“Chris said he’d have to show me.” she said bursting out laughing again. “Can you believe that?!?”

“Yeah, that’s kinda bold of him to say to you with your boyfriend right next to you.”

“I know, right?”

As we drove, I thought about Chris’s proposal and found myself aroused thinking of Jessie looking as the big black guy’s dick. We’re getting along great and the idea if her cheating has never crossed my mind. But the thought of her looking at a black dick just made me crazy with lust, seeing the look in her eyes as she sees another guys dick.

We arrived back to her dorm and went inside. We’d been in her room for about ten minutes when Sarah and Chris came in. Chris was carrying a large backpack which turned out to be full of beer. He popped one and handed each of us one. Sarah cut some music on and we all sat around drinking and talking.

After a couple of beers each, Sarah blurts out, “Jessie, you won’t believe how big Chris’s cock is!”

Jessie’s face turns a crimson color and says, “Sarah!” looking at me.

“Well, he does!” Sarah defends.

“Yeah, but he’s your boyfriend, and mine is sitting right here!”

“Chris is proud of, aren’t you baby?”

“You know it.” Chris responds.

“Come on, show ’em, baby.” Sarah says.

Chris stands up and begins unfastening his pants.

“Sarah! You have to stop!” Jessie exclaims.

Sarah leans over and helps Chris by unzipping his pants and pulling them down. The bulge in his boxers was unmistakable. She continued by pulling his boxers down and his cock flopped out. Jessie let out an involuntary gasp and Sarah burst out laughing.

“You see?” Sarah exclaimed with joy. “Isn’t it amazing?”

“Oh my god! It’s fucking huge!” Jessie said.

Her hand had crept to my leg and was rubbing up and down toward my crotch. This along with the sight of Sarah’s face inches from a big black dick caused me to get an erection which her hand found and began to squeeze.

Sarah noticed this and laughed again. “It looks like he’s excited about it too.” gesturing at my crotch.

Jessie laughed at this and said, “He’s, just excited cause you’re acting all dirty. You know he thinks you’re hot.”

It was my turn to turn crimson at this. My cock jumped involuntarily at the idea that Sarah was checking out my cock, to which she laughed. She then surprised çengelköy escort me further by grasping Chris’s cock, pulling back his uncut foreskin and licking the head slowly. She looked right at Jessie and I before wrapping her lips around it and sucked it deep into her mouth. He moaned as she started bobbing her head in and out sliding her tongue along the underside of his massive prick. She placed her hands on his ass and used the leverage to take as much of his cock as possible. He dug his fingers into her red hair and thrust into her mouth, gagging her slightly.

Jessie was, at first, in shock of what she was seeing.

“Oh god! Sarah! Stop it!!” she protested.

But Sarah was not deterred by Jessie’s complaints. If anything, she seemed more determined to show off. Sarah began to take more and more of Chris’s cock until it was mostly down her throat, which was no small feat.

As we watched the beautiful young girl suck on his thick black cock, I felt Jessie’s hand rubbing on my cock. At first, she rubbed just through my shorts, but then her hand worked it’s way under them and to my bare cock.

Feeling like this might be an opportunity, I unzipped my pants to allow her easier access, which she took advantage of. She stroked my cock as we both watched Sarah continue to suck Chris’s. Jessie’s reaction was surprising to me. As I said, she’s not a sexual snob but she never indicated that she’d be open to any kind of group sexual activity. I was thinking how lucky I was getting to watch Sarah and get a hand job when Jessie surprised me by leaning over and taking my cock into her mouth. I was in heaven. I wasn’t getting blown by Sarah but I was getting a blow job while watching her give a blowjob, which was the next best thing.

The two girls made eye contact and began to laugh, each with a mouthful of dick.

Chris looked up at Jessie and I and said, “Hell yeah, look at her suck it. We got two regular sluts here, boy.”

Sarah pulled Chris’s cock out of he mouth and said, “Yeah, baby. Were just two horny sluts.” and started sucking again.

Jessie looked at me, I guess to judge my reaction this. She pulled my cock out with a popping sound and smiled at me before licking my balls and then up the length of my shaft and swirling her tongue around the head.

I looked back and forth between Jessie sucking my cock and Sarah sucking Chris’s. Sarah certainly had more to work with and her skills looked amazing. She would alternate between fast up and down motions sucking her cheeks in and then swirling sucking motion just around the head as she jacked his long shaft.

After several minutes of the girls sucking us, Chris spoke again, “Let’s swap up, boy.”

I looked at him in disbelief.

“What?” I said, obviously perplexed.

This was something I had not expected and was totally unprepared to handle. He was pulling Sarah’s head up and motioning for her to come to me. Jessie looked up at me, expecting me to do something.

“Nah, man. This is my girlfriend.” I said to him. “We don’t swap like that.”

Sarah was up and beside Jessie.

“Go on, Jess. Give it a try.” she said. “He cock is so big. If you don’t like it, we’ll swap back and it’ll never happen again.”

Jessie looked at me again, wanting me to stop this. I was at a loss and didn’t know how to proceed. I didn’t want her going to this strange black guy. But at the same time, this might be my only chance to get sucked by Sarah. Either way I didn’t want to seem eager about it.

“Jessie, I don’t know.” I mumbled. “We should talk about this first.”

“What’s to talk about?” Chris asked. “Let your hoe come suck my cock and my slut will suck yours.”

“It’s ok Jess.” Sarah encouraged.

Jessie reluctantly stood and walked over to Chris, who had removed his shirt and was sitting on the couch with his cock standing erect. Sarah was down on her knees pulling my shorts and boxers the rest of the way down and had my cock in her mouth within seconds.

An involuntary moan escaped my lips as she effortlessly sucked me in all the way. Jessie looked at us and I could see hurt in her eyes as she watched Sarah bobbing up and down on my cock. She sank to her knees and took hold of Chris’s big cock. With a final look at me she turned and ran her tongue up the underside if his big cock and wrapped her lips around his head.

I sat mesmerized, as the beautiful girl, who most every guy on campus wanted to bed, sucked my cock and my beautiful small girlfriend knelt before the biggest black guy I’ve ever met, sucking his big cock. She began to develop a rhythm of sucking the head and stroking his shaft. He moaned as Jessie’s mouth worked his cock.

Sarah continued to suck my cock in and out, massaging my balls as she did. She was amazing and I was about to explode within a couple of minutes. She sensed my orgasm coming and slowed her motion to keep me from cumming. Slowly, she continued licking and stroking as I watched escort bayan beyoğlu Jessie suck Chris’s huge cock.

Then Sarah stood up facing the other two and pulled down her shorts, giving me a wonderful view of her perfect, pale ass. I stared at it in awe as she sat down on my cock which was pressed back against me between her ass cheeks. I moaned as my cock slid between her ass cheeks. She began rocking back and forth sliding her ass along my hard cock.

Chris pulled up on Jessie’s shoulder and had her stand. She turned and looked at us and I saw more hurt on her face. But Chris was pulling down her shorts and panties and pulling her back to his lap where she sat quietly. He turned her to face him and pulled her face to his and kissed her. His hands began to explore her body and fondled her small breasts.

Sarah pulled off her shirt. I stared at her soft, fair skin and couldn’t believe my luck to have this gorgeous girl nearly naked on my lap stroking her ass against my cock. She told me to unhook her bra, which I did quickly, and she was then totally naked in my lap. She grabbed my hands and pulled them up to cup her big tits from behind. Her nipples were erect and I gently twisted one with my fingertips. She moaned and rocked her ass faster against my cock.

Chris had Jessie’s shirt and bra off by this time and was sucking her nipples greedily. One of his hands was between her legs, massaging her shaved pussy slowly. She had her small hands on the back of his head and her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip, enjoying the sensation.

Sarah’s rocking motion was getting faster and I felt myself nearing orgasm again, but she didn’t slow. Chris lifted Jessie and was attempting to get her to mount his big cock, but she was resisting allowing him to penetrate her.

She looked up at me and saw my hands holding Sarah’s hips as she bucked on my cock. While our eyes were locked, Sarah’s movements pushed me over the edge and I began to cum in her ass crack, against my stomach. Jessie turned back to Chris, grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussy. She lowered herself down and took the first couple of inches, then slowed. As my spasms subsided, I saw I had a clear view of his big cock stretching her pussy as he penetrated her. Sarah stood up and walked over to them and began helping Jessie lower down on his cock.

“Go slow, Jess.” Sarah said. “He’s a lot bigger than you’re used to.”

“Yes he is.” Jessie replied, cutting her eyes toward me.

These statements cut me. Hearing the two girls talk about how much bigger Chris was than I made me realize for the first time that Chris has much more to offer, sexually, and that I wasn’t enough to properly satisfy Sarah, and to be honest, Jessie either.

Sarah reached down and started rubbing Jessie’s clit as she continued to slide down on Chris’s cock. It was about halfway in and there was still almost 6 inches left to go. Jessie was continuing to bite her lip, this time in discomfort of taking something so big into her tight hole.

Sarah was now holding Jessie from behind, her perfect tits pressed agains Jessie’s back, her hands exploring my girlfriend’s body. Her hands went up and down her stomach and breasts. Down to her thighs and up to her pussy, where she stroked Chris’s shaft still not inside Jessie.

Jessie began to rock slowly taking more and more of his cock, but not yet all the way. Chris moaned as her pussy worked up and down his massive dick. Her movements quickened and she began to pant and moan as she started to cum on his cock. She relaxed against him as her body was racked with spasms of orgasm and Chris’s cock slid deeper inside Jessie’s body.

As she relaxed completely, Chris effortlessly lifted her off of his cock and turned her around to sit on him reverse cowgirl style. Sarah reached down and guided his cock inside Jessie’s pussy again as he lowered her down. Her eyes flew open as he penetrated her again. She hissed as he slid almost all the way inside of her pussy. Sarah knelt down and began rubbing her clit again as Chris began to bounce her up and down on his cock. Jessie held Sarah’s head to steady herself as Chris bounced her up and down. She was quickly again at the edge of orgasm as Sarah leaned forward and began licking Jessie’s clit. This pushed her over the edge and again, my girlfriend was cumming on his big cock as her beautiful redheaded roommate licked her pussy.

Chris lifted her again and set her on the couch beside him. He stood and positioned her onto her hands and knees and got behind her. He held his cock and popped her across the ass with it. He backed up and slid it up and down her wet crack finding her opening. He then pushed forward, penetrating my girlfriend again and grabbed her hips pulling her back onto his cock. She squealed as he finally penetrated her fully. I did not see how she could take all of his enormous cock, but every inch of him was now inside my girl’s body.

He looked massive behind Jessie’s tiny frame. His huge belly flopping and pressing against her ass and lower back.

His thrusting got faster as he pounded her harder and harder, slamming his cock all the way with every thrust. Sarah was rubbing up and down Chris’s big body and kissing on his chest as he fucked Jessie’s cunt. Jessie was thrashing and vocalizing her pleasure while taking his cock deep inside her.

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Thank you for your feedback to date, I am encouraged by the responses I have received so far, and I can sense the impatience and enthusiasm among readers in knowing more about my experiences with my in-laws and my auntie Jackqueline (Jackie). I have also received proposals from like-minded couples who want to visit us here on vacation, and will try to accommodate all proposals as soon as I can.

Recently, I invited my in-laws and my aunt Jackie over to my place and showed them what I have written; it was important that they are made aware of my intentions to share with others who appreciate sex as we do. I also had to verify details with them about events that took place over the past few years in order to re-produce them here as accurately as possible. This time, however, in order to consolidate more than just one or two episodes in one story, I realize that writing in the narrative form and including dialogue wherever it lends credence to what happened, will be best for what I want to convey. I have always believed that through dialogue, one is able to tell what is genuine and what isn’t. I tried include pictures in my stories, but apparently readers didn’t get to see them for technical reasons. When I did give some photos to readers who emailed me, one asked why I gave him a picture constructed through photoshop. For obvious reasons of course! I do not make love to my mother-in-law or aunt, or my sister-in-law with a camera in my hand! And I suggest none of you try that too unless you and your partner or partners have mutually intended to record your sexual escapades together! Nevertheless, What I did was merely re-enact scenes which actually took place – though the physiques are not exactly alike but similar, the faces, I assure you, are real. So are the positions, attires, etc. Perhaps when the situation allows, I shall happily get to record actual footage one day.

A few readers asked, especially my female readers, among whom I notice majority are mothers or married women, whether my mother-in-law Lyah and my auntie Jackie had ever met or got together with me, especially since I have continued my relationships with both of them on parallel grounds simultaneously. My answer is yes they have, and you will learn about it here, in this long story. They would lead me to levels never before experienced, and they are both good friends today. Lyah takes care of my daughter from aunt Jackie from time to time when we’re busy. And Lyah and Jackie are two of the most compatible women I know today.

Those in the Malay community will know that it is a tight community in Singapore. Believe it or not, even the Malays in Malaysia are more liberal and educated, so it simply was not a comfortable idea for my in-laws to want to have themselves photographed in a lewd act. They have expressed a desire to have our get-togethers video-taped, for our own viewing pleasure, but a photograph could easily get in the wrong hands. When my mother-in-law Lyah and her husband – Ran – saw my writings, they were actually aroused. Ran lead my wife Jasmin – his daughter – into the room, leaving me with Lyah in front of my computer, where we kissed and I probed my hand beneath her long traditional dress. Before long we could hear my wife moaning away and screaming as her father gave her his all on our bed. I simply cuddled my mother-in-law as she sat on my lap, resting her head in the crook of my neck as we kissed and fondled. When we entered the room to see what was going on, we found Ran heaving his way in and out of my wife, a tremendously beautiful sight – for that moment they were both wedded – she opened herself to him without reservation and he made love to her like she was his and had always been his. I could see the palpitations in her abdominals as his tool sliced in and out of her. She had her arms around his neck with a determined look on her face, feeling him not just physically but emotionally and spiritually within her. So I sat beside her and massaged her tummy, one of the sexiest part of a woman’s body.

Lyah whispered something in my ear and before long we were both nude and she was rolling a condom down my long hard cock. Grabbing a bottle of Vaseline, she rubbed some into her husband’s anus, running her fingers between the crack of his ass. She wanted me to take him. To her, since we became lovers, I was the dominant male in her life and any gesture to rank her husband a notch below me made all arrangements and priorities in her life concrete. I moved behind Ran, my arm circling his waist to secure his torso; Lyah held his cheeks apart – Lyah had straightforwardly told him one that he didn’t have to like it, he simply had to accept the facts – and I stabbed my manhood into my father-in-law’s rectum, all the way to the hilt. Soon I was over him like a wrestler pinning his subject, adding weight and impact to how hard my wife was receiving her father’s cock inside her.

“You’re going to bruise my cervix!” She cried from below us when she felt the weight of two men crashing into her, maltepe escort his glans now punching her cervix with each thrust.

“That’s the idea baby!” I smiled at her from above.

Lyah stood on the bed and straddled her husband’s back, creating a screen between my upper body and Ran’s. She fed her bush to me, and I feasted on her, my tongue hungrily lashing out into the crack of her twat. I can never express sufficiently that I just love eating Lyah, as much as I love tongue-fucking my aunt Jackie’s cunt. Let me reiterate that I do not have a fetish for hairy women, but I do appreciate a dense bush, not a shaved one. A dense bush seems more inviting, and it adds texture to a good-impact fuck or grinding. And Lyah had a gorgeous and well-seasoned cunt, I loved brushing my face against her bush. And I loved rimming her out too, something she confided in me Ran never did, at least not until our swinging began. I could eat Lyah for more than an hour. Lie the time when we were both on the couch watching television, and I lied back with my back against the arm-rest and my legs stretched out before me. Using my legs as a mattress, she lied down on my legs, her head nestled against my knees, and I lifted her hips as she hooked the crook of her knees over my shoulders so that my face was positioned firmly against her bottom. I spent 75 minutes eating her cunt and rimming her, and she must have climaxed a dozen times. Even when Jasmin arrived home from work, she simply kissed me on the lips to say hello – tasting her mother’s juices in my mouth – and I told her to leave us both alone, I wanted to spend the entire evening with Lyah.

I felt Ran’s body shudder beneath me and knew he was coming. I fucked his ass faster, increasing the strength of my grip around his waist, as I pinched his nipple with my other hand. He groaned and erupted in my wife. I pushed down on him to maximize his deposit of hot cum in her. I bucked against him and each time he spurted a lesser jet of semen in her. Lyah got down to her knees beside me, directing me to withdraw from her husband. She pulled her husband off my wife, peeled my condom off, and I entered Jasmin’s pussy next, forcing some of Ran’s cum to displace and ooze out as my cock occupied her crevice. I knew Ran was a bit unhappy about not being able to sodomize me – ever – but that’s the way things were and he accepted that. What I did to him was not out of a bi-sexual desire, but as I said, a gesture Lyah demanded from time to time. It was a personal thing kept within my wife’s immediate family. Even when in public, in social circles, I had taken precedence over Ran’s place when it came to Lyah. But Ran didn’t mind, he now had access to all three daughters and his wife’s sister too, and frankly, he loved it to be buggered. It made him come more than usually. His balls ached as every drop of his semen was extracted under such circumstances, and Lyah would massage his testicles and his anus.

I pumped away into my wife, displacing more of Ran’s cum, till I reached my peak too, and filled her with loads of my own jism. Her eyes were shut, her mind in another world, ecstatic over how two men had just taken turns to fuck her mad. Her mother was teasing her, telling her she was blessed with the mixture of cum from her husband and father. Lyah told her to relax, to allow the semen in her to coagulate, and perhaps she’d conceive in time. I kissed my wife and congratulated her, telling her she was an angel, and she smiled. Apparently Ran had not had enough of his daughter, and he surprised us with a second erection, so he mounted his daughter and penetrated her again. She received him willingly, despite her soreness, and took him in, thanking her dad for his gift.

“Go ahead, that’s it father, give your daughter your load!” She uttered in her breathlessness. Lyah and I left the two animals alone, and we went into the adjacent bathroom to enjoy a long shower together. I love my mother-in-law. She knows me better than my wife and all the women put together. We surprise many couples we swing with the amount of kissing and foreplay that goes on between us. If you recall, I related previously that Lyah had requested that I initiate her into the world of swinging. That she wanted to submit herself to the whims and fancies of other couples old and young. And I did.

Six of us squeezed into the car that was to take us to our weekend home across the causeway. Both my sister-in-laws Mas & Jali, my wife Jasmin, her parents – my father and mother-in-law Ran and Lyah. Jali was driving, and my mother-in-law sat in the passenger’s seat in front. Jasmin, Ran, and I got in the back seat, with Ran sitting between us both. Mas then climbed in and sat on my lap. She wore a mini-skirt that creased up her fair thighs as she planted her bottom on my lap, and inevitably against my crotch. Almost instantaneously I developed an erection that pushed back against the crack of her ass beneath the denim mini-skirt she manavgat escort wore. And moments later we were on our way to our house in Malaysia. The journey would take about an hour or two, depending on the traffic at the causeway.

Mas and I mutually took pleasure whenever the road was bumpy, cause she bounced hard on my bulge, and she smiled each time she had a chance to crash her butt on my nuts. All of us in the car had already come to accept our incestuous relationships with one another. All except Mas’ and Jali’s husbands, who were left out of everything completely due to their prudish personalities and possessiveness. We shared our secret among just the six of us.

On the way there, Mas held on to the passenger seat in front of her where her mom Lyah sat, and pulled herself up, elevating her hips so that I had room to move my hand to my crotch to unzip my khaki pants and allow my hard cock to spring out. Ran lifted Mas’ skirt up her waist and pulled the crutch of her panties aside to expose her vulva; I held on to my tool and positioned it, letting it slide into Mas’ – her cunt already wet – as she sat back down on me. I thanked my father-in-law for assisting, and he nodded. He reached in front of his daughter and slipped his hand up her tee-shirt, grabbing her tits. My wife Jasmin, who sat on his right, began unzipping her father’s jeans, and I smiled at her approvingly. She retrieved his erect cock in the palm of her hand, looked at me and stuck her tongue out mischievously. She went down on him, her lips catching over the circumference of his glans. She used here tongue to probe his urethra, and he twitched in delight. While one daughter was sucking his strong old cock, he was busy molesting his oldest daughter’s tits while she allowed my long hard cock to marinate within her.

Lyah, who was sitting in front had rotated the position of her body so she could watch us four in the back. Although Jali was driving, our eyes kept meeting in the reflection of her rear-view mirror. Jali was becoming less enthusiastic about the whole arrangement as soon as she discovered she was falling in love with me. She wanted more discreet time with me alone, making love or just holding hands and walking by the beach. She was also one woman that is obsessed with anal-fucking, and she loved me taking her there.

I watched as Jasmin’s head bobbed up and down her father’s cock. And he really liked her sucking him off. She stroked his shaft firmly as he fucked her mouth, and I studied her lips rolling back and forth along his rod. Then she too elevated herself and like Mas, she was wearing a mini-skirt which she pulled up her waist. She wasn’t wearing any panties, since we all knew what our conduct was going to be like! And she guided her father deep inside her as she shifted herself to sit on him like me and her sister Mas. Lyah, looking at us from the front seat, reached forward to let her fingers run up her daughter’s bush, and Jasmin whined joyfully.

Singaporeans are by nature obtrusive and inquisitive, so we had to be careful with passing drivers; instead of having the two women buck their juicy twats up and down our cocks, they simply gyrated their hips so our fucking wouldn’t be noticed by motorists speeding by. Privacy is something one does not get to enjoy much in this over-populated city. Apart from the backward prudish and conservative citizens one inevitably encounters daily if you chose to jostle your way around in public, you hardly get a chance to do your own thing without prying eyes ‘checking you out’. I was once in the lift with two Chinese housewives on their way to the market; not knowing I am well-versed in the Mandarin dialect, one of them told the other that I was really tall and well-built. The other then replied that it would mean that I had a large cock too, and they both laughed. The first one then said she wished she could try me in bed, and then her neighbour replied that if that did happen, she wanted to participate. Imagine the look on their faces when just before the lift-doors opened on the ground floor, I greeted them in Mandarin and told them I was good with my mouth and would go down on the two of them any time they were ready! As I walked away, they both blushed and began giggling, and one of them said they’d take me on my offer. Three weeks later, I fucked them both for eight hours in one of their homes, in their marital-bed.

Back to me and my in-laws in the car. Mas and my wife Jasmin seemed to be enjoying a silent-contest on how effectively they could each gyrate their hips and massage our soaked cocks with their twats. I had my pinkie teasing Mas’ anus, cornholing her. Ran had his hands around my wife, fondling his daughter’s boobs under her blouse. Then the two women on top of us leaned towards one another and kissed a long passionate lustful wet kiss, tongues lashing out against the other like hungry bitches.

“We’re reaching the causeway”, Jali announced from the şişli escort front. “You two better come fast!” She glanced at me in her rear-view mirror. With her two sisters kissing, Ran and me reached our peaks soon enough and we both ejaculated simultaneously, both women pressing down firmly on us as our cum filled them up full. We passed the causeway and customs without arousing any suspicion and looked forward to reaching our weekend-house fast so we could all play.

By the time we drove into the driveway of our house, Ran & I smelled of sex fluids. I had developed leg cramps from keeping my legs in the same position for too long, and had to limp into the house till the blood in my legs began its normal circulation again. Mas and my wife Jasmin had dried cum on their thighs when some of our cum oozed out of their twats. Lyah – my mother-in-law – walked past me and I playfully caught her in my arms and kissed her mouth.

“When’s your turn?” I asked.

Soon, I promise!” She laughed and wriggled free.

Sarimah is a Malay woman, in her late thirties, married, four kids, and a husband who is in the engineering profession. I am acquainted with both husband and wife, though her husband is oblivious to his wife’s private liaisons and adventures. I got to know her when I walked into a apparel retail outlet, where she attended to me. We became friends.

For a Malay woman, she has the sexiest personality I know, in view of the fact that Malays are usually conservative and puritanical by nature and due to their religious beliefs. She is not typically beautiful, but her uninhibited way of interacting with me when we were more familiar with one another, simply put her at the top of my list of sexy Malay women. For example, she would later, during our casual meetings and outings, casually relate that she had watched a good porn movie the night before and thereafter had given her husband a blowjob, and that she never fails to swallow his cum if he ejaculated in her mouth. She’d run her nail down my spine to make me shudder while she stared into my eyes to watch my reaction. I pleaded with her to quit arousing me, since she was a married woman and I had no way of satisfying my lust with her.

On another occasion, when I confided in her that I was experiencing some back ache near just above my buttocks, she asked me when I had last ejaculated. It then struck me that it had been a week or two when I last did, and I told her. She told me that was the cause of my back ache, and that I would experience relief if I went home and masturbated. That was how uninhibited she was, and she told me her husband knew about it, and when I finally met him, I found him to be a nice bloke as well. We would exchange movies through Sarimah from time to time, and it in fact gave her an excuse for us to meet for a drink or a meal.

Well, it was inevitable that eventually one thing led to another. First it was the discreet trips to the public toilet in a restaurant or some other public place, where we would both find a cubicle, and then she wanted to watch me jerk myself off. She got a kick out of it, and it made her day, the way she’d look at me or make facial expressions to show how lustful she felt. She did not want any physical contact initially because she said she was married, and could not permit herself to cross that line. I respected her wishes.

However, things advanced beyond that. I then discovered the tormenting conflict within Sarimah about her moral stance, when she revealed to me an unprecedented quirk. She was addicted to cum. She was just crazy about it. She had to have it, and to swallow it. She started visiting my place on weekends whenever her husband had to work the night shift. She’d wear the traditional Malay dress, in the form of a long parallel-cut gown that went all the way down to the mid-thigh, and a matching sarong-dress beneath it that reached down to the ankles. Although many her culture wore the traditional head-scarf, she did not, since her line of work barred her from doing so.

She’d lie in my single-bed, pull her sarong up her waist, then have me remove her panties. Her legs wide apart, she’d display her cunt to me, while I stroked my cock as she watched. Any physical contact was prohibited at that point, till I was about to come. I would then move to the side of her head, and she’s open her mouth wide and place it as close as possible to my glans so that I could ejaculate every single drop of semen into her mouth. She’d swallow every drop, then wait for me to recover and repeat the entire ritual again, up to three times a night. She loved the taste. It was the first case of semen-addiction I know of. I wanted to fuck her so badly, till today, but she would never relent. So I simply accede to what fancies her, and till this day, she’s good friends with me and my wife.

We are still contemplating on ways to seduce her, and she has explicitly expressed her desire to cross that line now and then, but the conflict within her continues to rage on. It will be such a waste if she continues to quell her desires as such, and the repercussions on her marriage cannot be underestimated. We have even advised her to coax her husband into swinging, but she has confided in us that he was too much of a prude to try anything unconventional. Perhaps readers would like to forward me their suggestions?

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Vorwort _ Es ist an der Zeit, meinen Nachlaß zu ordnen. Aus den verschiedensten Gründen standen meine Geschichten auf unterschiedlichen Seiten mit wechselnden Pseudonymen. Nun möchte ich die Arbeit von Jahren bündeln. Eine Nachbearbeitung findet nur rudimentär statt.

Alle Personen in dieser Geschichte sind über 18 Jahre alt.

Die ersten beiden Folgen erschienen 2004 nicht unter dem Serien-Titel ‘Auf neuen Wegen’, sondern als separate Geschichten. Ich nehme sie diesmal mit dazu, weil sie das Kennenlernen der Hauptpersonen erzählen.

Die Teile 15 bis 18 sind Erstveröffentlichungen.

Die Durchnummerierung ist neu und mit der ursprünglichen Nummerierung nicht mehr vergleichbar.

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Auf neuen Wegen [6] Das Gerüst im Garten

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Kennen Sie das? Kaum haben Sie eine neue Bekanntschaft gemacht, läuft Ihnen die betreffende Person ständig über den Weg. Genau das passierte uns mit Phil.

Zuerst sahen wir ihn, als Yvonne und ich uns im Kino einen Film anschauten. Als wir das Kino verließen, stieß mich Yvonne an und sagte: “Schau mal. Da drüben … ist das nicht Phil?”

Ich schaute in die Richtung, in die sie zeigte. Und wirklich. Dort stand Phil in einer kleinen Gruppe junger Leute, die sich wohl gerade darüber unterhielten, was sie denn nun machen sollten. Wir winkten ihm zu, wurden dann aber abgedrängt und verloren ihn aus den Augen.

Das nächste Mal sahen wir ihn wenige Tage später in einem Baumarkt. Unser Bestand an Karabinerhaken war in der letzten Zeit arg zusammen geschmolzen. Ich hatte Yvonne (wen sonst!) in Verdacht sie verschlampt zu haben, konnte ihr das aber noch nicht beweisen. Na jedenfalls wollte ich mal schauen, ob ich im Baumarkt die passenden finden würde.

Auf der Suche nach dem richtigen Gang kam uns Phil entgegen.

“Hallo ihr Hübschen”, rief er uns aufgeregt entgegen. “Schön euch zu sehen!”

“Hallo Phil”, antworteten wir wie aus einem Mund. “Wie geht es dir?”

“Oh, nicht so besonders. Ich stecke mitten in den Prüfungen und so langsam aber sicher wächst mir alles über den Kopf. … Und ihr, was treibt ihr so … .”

“Ach Phil, du weißt ja wie das so ist … es gibt immer was zu tun … .

” Phil grinste übers ganze Gesicht und meinte: “Ja, ja, ich kann mir schon genau vorstellen, was es so zu tun gibt!” Dann aber legte er sein süffisantes Grinsen ab und wechselte das Thema. “Was macht denn der Wintergarten? Wächst und gedeiht alles?”

“Oh”, sagte ich, “der macht sich prima. Bald sieht er auch nicht mehr so aus, als ob er gerade erst eingerichtet worden ist. Dauert halt doch etwas, bis alles harmonisch zusammen gewachsen ist.”

Yvonne hatte sich inzwischen bei ihm eingehakt und schaute zu ihm hoch. Und, man muss das so sagen: die Geilheit stand ihr ins Gesicht geschrieben. Ich hängte mich an seinen anderen Arm, lächelte ihn an und sagte: “Wenn du mit den Prüfungen fertig bist, melde dich doch mal. Ich hätte da vielleicht einen Job für dich … .”

Es musste wohl ein Bild für die Götter gewesen sein: Ein Riese von einem Kerl, an jedem Arm hing eine gertenschlanke Blondine und auf ihren kurzberockten Hinterteilen ruhten seine riesige Pranken. Jedenfalls schaute ein älteres Ehepaar etwas unwirsch in unsere Richtung.

Nachdem wir unsere Karabiner endlich gefunden hatten, stiegen wir in den Wagen und fuhren in die Innenstadt. Für den Sommer wollten wir uns noch den einen oder anderen Badeanzug kaufen.

In der Venus, unserer Stammsauna, hatten wir vor einiger Zeit Camilla kennen gelernt. Sie lebte in einer lesbischen Beziehung, und mit ihrer Freundin zusammen führte sie eine kleine Boutique, die sich auf extravagante Wäsche und Bademoden spezialisiert hatte.

Das Hallo war groß als wir durch die Tür traten, und die Frage nach einer Tasse Tee beantworten wir gerne mit “Ja.”

“Was führt euch her?”, fragte Camilla, während ihre Freundin nach hinten ging um den Tee aufzugießen. Die Beiden hatten mit SM nicht viel am Hut, waren aber ausgesprochen exhibitionistisch veranlagt. Kein Wunder also, dass der größte Teil ihrer Kollektion sehr, sagen wir mal, freizügig angehaucht war.

“Eigentlich sind wir auf der Suche nach Badeanzügen”, sagte ich. “Vielleicht etwas Ausgefallenes … .”

“Ich glaube, da habe ich genau das Richtige für euch”, sagte Camilla. Und während sie einen Ständer mit Badeanzügen durchsuchte, schaute sie mich kurz an. “Ich nehme doch an, ihr Mädels wollt auch zeigen was ihr habt, oder?”

“Na ja, kommt drauf an … wenn’s denn nicht allzu übertrieben ist … “, lachte ich.

Dann kam sie auch schon mit einem Bügel zu uns an den Tisch, über dem ein weißer Badeanzug hing. Der sah auf den ersten Blick wenig spektakulär aus. Anscheinend hatte Camilla meinen Gesichtsausdruck richtig gelesen, denn sie sagte: “Na, warte erst mal ab, bis du ihn angezogen hast.”

Da Yvonne und ich am Morgen beschlossen hatten, nach Badeanzügen zu schauen, trugen wir extrem knappe Stringtangas unter unseren Miniröckchen. şerifali escort Außerdem hatte ich Yvonne angewiesen, ihren Plug zu entfernen.

Camilla öffnete den Vorhang der Umkleidekabine in dem Moment, in dem ich die Träger das Badeanzuges über die Schultern zog.

“Whow”, sagte sie, griff mir von hinten an die Brüste und zupfte an dem Stoff herum. “Steht dir phantastisch”, meinte sie über meine Schulter hinweg, und sie hatte recht. Der weiße Stoff glänzte perlmutartig, schmiegte sich über die Rundungen meiner Körpers, und unsichtbare Nähte machten aus meiner Oberweite mehr als in Wirklichkeit vorhanden war. Der angedeutete Beinausschnitt schmeichelte meiner schlanken Taille und betonte die Wölbung meines Schamhügels. Kurz, das Teil war ein Knaller.

“Deine Freundin trägt die gleiche Größe?”, fragte Camilla. “Ich nickte zur Bestätigung, während ich mich vor dem Spiegel von allen Seiten ansah. Von hinten betrachtet, bedeckte der Stoff V-förmig mein Gesäß, um dann zu einem schmalen Steg zuzulaufen, der zwischen den Backen verschwand.

Yvonne trat zu uns in die Kabine. Sie trug das gleiche Model wie ich, und ich fand, dass es ihr noch besser stand als mir. Camilla, die wusste in welchem Verhältnis Yvonne und ich lebten, sagte: “Weißt du Yasmin, wenn du sie ein bisschen herzeigen willst, dann hätte ich da eine Idee … .”

Ich schaute in ihr schelmisch grinsendes Gesicht. “Und die wäre …?”

“Ich könnte zum Beispiel das Futter heraus trennen, das über der Brustpartie und im Schritt eingenäht ist … .”

“Ich könnte mir vorstellen, dass der Stoff, wenn er nass ist, etwas transparenter wird, als er jetzt schon ist … “, sagte ich, mich immer noch vor dem Spiegel hin und her drehend.

“Nun, ehrlich gesagt, wird er SEHR viel transparenter … .”

“Hmmm, dann lass uns doch folgendes machen”, sagte ich zu Camilla. “Pack uns zwei von den normalen Modellen ein, und dann ‘verfeinere’ uns noch jeweils ein Model für Yvonne und mich.

“Mach ich gerne”, sagte Camilla freudestrahlend, “dafür lass ich dir dann einen zum halben Preis, OK?”

“Du bist ein Schatz!”

Auf dem Weg zum Wagen überlegten wir, was wir im Anschluss machen sollten. Yvonne meinte, sie hätte allmählich Hunger, und ob wir nicht zu dem Landgasthaus fahren sollten, welches wir vor einiger Zeit entdeckt hatten.

Mir schien das eine gute Idee zu sein, denn das Einkaufen hatte mich ebenfalls hungrig gemacht. Weil die Sonne schien, lies ich das Verdeck des Wagens nach hinten fahren, und wir genossen den warmen Fahrtwind, der unsere Locken ordentlich zerzauste.

Ich wollte den Wege etwas abkürzen und aus diesem Grund ein Stück die Autobahn nehmen. Schon auf der Auffahrt sah ich dann aber, dass das keine gute Idee war, denn auf allen Spuren ging es nur im Schritttempo vorwärts. Leider war es jetzt zu spät daran etwas zu ändern, und so reihte ich mich ein und versuchte auf die linke Spur zu kommen. Dem Brummifahrer, der uns vorgelassen hatte, und der jetzt auf der rechten Seite parallel zu uns fuhr, winkten wir dankend zu.

Durch das geöffnete Fenster sprach er uns von oben herab an: “Hallo Ladies, eine schöne Abwechselung bietet ihr mir aber da!”

Mir war natürlich klar was er meinte, denn unsere Röckchen waren hochgerutscht und wir zeigten ihm mehr Bein als anständig war.

Aber er entpuppte sich als Lieber, der immer, wenn wir mal wieder auf gleicher Höhe waren, einen lustigen Spruch für uns auf Lager hatte.

Yvonne parierte seine Anspielungen, während ich mich mehr auf den Verkehr konzentrieren musste. Und dann ging gar nichts mehr.

Yvonne flirtete inzwischen mit dem Brummifahrer auf Teufel komm raus. Sie drehte sich zu mir um und sagte: “Der ist nett, nicht wahr?”

“Das finde ich auch”, erwiderte ich grinsend. “Und ich finde, dafür hat er eigentlich eine Belohnung verdient, was meinst du?”

Yvonne schaute mich schweigend an, dann fragte sie vorsichtig. “Und an was hast du da so gedacht …?”

“Ich finde, wenn du ihm schon dein Höschen zeigst, dann kannst du es ihm auch als Andenken überlassen!”

“Das ist jetzt aber nicht dein Ernst … “, flüstere sie leise, ” … oder etwa doch …?”

Als sie meinen Gesichtsausdruck sah, entschloss sie sich aber zu gehorchen. Sie schaute nach rechts oben, wo der Brummifahrer gespannt auf das herabschaute, was sich da vor seinen Augen abspielte. Yvonne schob ihren Minirock so weit hoch, dass sie mit den nackten Backen auf dem Ledersitz saß. Dann griff sie in das Bündchen ihres Höschens und zog es sich langsam über die Hüfte, die Oberschenkel und die Knie nach unten. Sie stieg mit den Füßen heraus, nahm es in die Hand und reichte es dem Brummifahrer hoch, der inzwischen halb aus dem Fenster hing.

Der nahm es, hielt es sich vors Gesicht und meinte dann: “Ich frag euch gar nicht ob ihr heute noch was vor habt … aber wenn wir uns noch mal treffen … dann tu’ ich’s … OK?”

Als Antwort şile escort winkten wir ihm noch mal kräftig zu, dann ging es auf unserer Spur weiter und wir verloren ihn kurze Zeit später aus den Augen.

Yvonne, die inzwischen ihr Trotzgesicht aufgesetzt hatte, saß mit überkreuzten Beinen neben mir. Als ich das sah, schlug ich ihr zwei, drei Mal auf die nackten Oberschenkel und sagte: “Was habe ich dir zu diesem Thema gesagt, wie …?”

Yvonne schaute mich erschrocken an und stellte sofort die Beine nebeneinander.

Am späten Nachmittag waren wir dann wieder zu Hause.

Als erstes nahm ich die Post aus dem Kasten und blätterte sie durch. “Hey, schau mal. Eine Karte von Patricia!”, rief ich Yvonne zu und hielt die Karte in die Luft. Weder ich noch Yvonne hatten heraus bekommen, wohin Patricia und Bianca geflogen waren. Und auch die Karte zeigte nur eine hübsch anzuschauende Wolkenformation. Selbst mit dem Poststempel hatte sie Glück, denn der war so verschmiert, dass nichts herauszulesen war. Auf jeden Fall wussten wir jetzt, dass es den Beiden gut ginge. Wann sie wieder nach Hause kommen wollten, stand allerdings nicht da.

“Die machen vielleicht ein Geheimnis aus ihrem Trip”, moserte Yvonne, und ich musste ihr ausnahmsweise mal Recht geben.

Wir überlegten, was wir den Rest des Tages machen sollten, und als ich sagte: “Ich lass mir erst mal ein Bad ein”, meinte Yvonne: “Prima, ich komm mit” … als ob ich ihr eine andere Wahl gelassen hätte!

Bald darauf saßen wir uns in der großen Wanne gegenüber, bliesen uns gegenseitig Schaumberge zu und spritzten uns nass. Wir hatten uns eine Flasche Sekt aufgemacht, und aus den Lautsprechern unter der Decke klang leise Musik.

“Komm mal her, Kleine!”, sagte ich und Yvonne ging auf die Knie und schob sich zwischen meine Schenkel. Ich formte die Hände zu Schälchen und spülte die kleinen Schaumkrönchen, die an ihren Brustspitzen hingen, weg. Yvonne hatte die Hände auf den Rücken gelegt und die Augen geschlossen. Sie genoss meine Zärtlichkeiten und atmete tief ein, als ich an ihren Brustwarzen zupfte.

“Ich überlege schon eine ganze Weile, wie deine Brustwarzen mit Ringen aussehen würden. Ich glaube, das würde mir gut gefallen.”

Insgeheim war ich auf lauten Protest eingestellt, aber nichts dergleichen geschah. Im Gegenteil. Yvonne legte die Hände unter ihre Brüste, schaukelte sie ein wenig auf und ab, und strich mit dem Daumen über die Warzen, die sich inzwischen keck aufgestellt hatten.

“Ich habe auch schon daran gedacht”, sagte sie. “Bianca trägt ihre Ringe ja schon seit Jahren, und sie sagt, dass es ein irres Gefühl ist, wenn Patricia daran spielt.”

Ich musste lächeln, denn wir Beide wussten nur zu gut, dass auch Yvonne mit Biancas Ringen gerne spielte. “Ich lass mir das noch mal durch den Kopf gehen”, sagte ich, lehnte mich wieder zurück und fächerte warmes Wasser zu mir.

Kurze Zeit später stiegen wir aus der Wanne, trockneten uns ab und rieben uns gegenseitig ausgiebig mit Bodylotion ein. Während Yvonne das Bad säuberte, ging ich hoch ins Büro und schaltete den Computer ein. Ich musste nach der Post schauen, außerdem wollte ich einige Mails schreiben. Da mein Schreibtisch am Rand des Speicherausbaus stand, konnte ich Yvonne unten aus dem Bad kommen sehen.

“Ich hab dir deinen Kimono übers Bett gelegt”, rief ich ihr zu, dann machte es ping — ping — ping und drei neue Mails waren im Postkasten. Yvonne kam die Treppe hoch, ihr Kimono stand offen und ich konnte ihren makellosen Körper sehen, der mich, noch glänzend von der Lotion, sofort wieder erregte.

“Ich kann den Gürtel nicht finden”, sagte Yvonne, während sie hinter mich trat und ihre Hände in meinen Halsausschnitt gleiten ließ.

“Du brauchst keinen Gürtel, meine Süße … “, sagte ich und gab ihr einen Kuss auf den Arm. Sie verstand und fragte mich, ob ich sie noch bräuchte. Als ich verneinte, ging sie wieder hinunter, nahm sich das Buch in dem sie gerade las und ließ sich in den schweren Ledersessel plumpsen. Als sie ein Bein über die Lehne schwang, öffnete sich ihr Kimono und ich konnte all das sehen, was ich sehen wollte.

Kapitel 2

Den nächsten Vormittag verbrachten wir in der Firma. Während Yvonne meine persönliche Korrespondenz durchsah und bearbeitete, hatte ich mehrere Besprechungen mit Dr. Deutschmann. Zu Mittag lud er mich dann in ein Restaurant in der Nähe ein. In der Zwischenzeit hatte sich unser Verhältnis stark verbessert. Hatte er mich früher nur pro forma unterrichtet, hatte ich jetzt den Eindruck, dass er in bestimmten Punkten meine ehrliche Meinung hören wollte.

Auf dem Nachhauseweg erzählte mir Yvonne den neuesten Firmentratsch, den sie von Frau Willemsen brühwarm aufgetischt bekommen hatte. Ich fuhr auf den Parkplatz eines großen Einkaufszentrums, denn wir brauchten noch einige Lebensmittel und andere Dinge des täglichen Bedarfs. Im Laden dann lief uns wieder Phil über den Weg.

Untergehakt ging neben ihm suadiye escort eine sehr fesch ausschauende junge Frau, und ich spürte einen leichten Anflug von Eifersucht in mir aufsteigen. Die dann aber sofort wieder verflog, als er seine Begleiterin als seine Schwester vorstellte, die für ein paar Tage zu Besuch gekommen war.

“Ich soll halt ein bisschen auf sie aufpassen”, frozelte er mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht. Eine Aussage, die einen sofortigen Boxhieb in seine Seite zur Folge hatte.

Wir lachten und unterhielten uns dann kurz. Ich fragte ihn, ob er am nächsten Tag schon etwas vor hätte. Da er dies verneinte, lud ich ihn für den kommenden Nachmittag ein und er sagte zu, pünktlich zu erscheinen.

Während sich unser Einkaufswagen langsam füllte, versuchte Yvonne herauszubekommen was ich mit Phil im Schilde führte, aber ich ließ sie zappeln und sagte nichts.

Am nächsten Morgen weckten uns die Sonnenstrahlen, die langsam über unser Bett krochen. Nach dem Frühstück nahm ich mir meine Illustrierte und machte es mir im Liegestuhl bequem. Yvonne ging zum Schuppen, holte sich ihren Eimer mit der kleinen Hacke, zog ihre rosafarbenen Gartenhandschuhe an und begann das Unkraut aus den Beeten zu zupfen.

Nach einer Stunden legte sie eine Pause ein, kam zu mir und bat mich um eine Zigarette. Ich schaute auf die Uhr und sah, dass Phil in einer halben Stunde kommen würde.

Als wir unsere Zigarette zu Ende geraucht hatten, sagte ich Yvonne, sie solle sich mal um die Hecke am anderen Ende des Gartens kümmern. Da diese Stelle gut 50 Meter von uns entfernt lag, konnte ich ungestört mit Phil reden.

Yvonne, die das natürlich durchschaute, machte ein leicht säuerliches Gesicht, gehorchte aber stillschweigend.

Die Torklingel ertönte und ich ging in den Flur um ihm zu öffnen. Als er dann ums Haus kam und mich in den Arm nahm, fing er sofort an sich zu entschuldigen:

“Du, es tut mir wahnsinnig leid, aber mir ist was dazwischen gekommen. Deshalb kann ich auch nicht lange bleiben … Bist du jetzt böse?”

“Nein, natürlich bin ich dir nicht böse. Wird schon irgendwann klappen, nicht wahr?” Er nickte heftig, und ich konnte sehen wie leid es ihm tat, denn sicherlich hatte er sich den Nachmittag bei uns anders vorgestellt.

“Na dann komm. Ich will dir mal zeigen, weshalb ich dich angesprochen habe.”

Wir gingen ein Stück in den Garten hinein, und ich sah, wie Yvonne zu uns herüberschaute. Sie traute sich allerdings nicht zu uns zu kommen, winkte uns nur zu und wir winkten zurück.

Dann erklärte ich Phil was ich mir überlegt hatte, wie es ungefähr aussehen sollte, und fragte ihn ob er so etwas hinbekommen würde. Phil überlegte kurz, nickte dann und sagte.

“Das dürfte überhaupt kein Problem sein. Die Balken bekomme ich günstig beim Onkel, und in meiner Freizeit habe ich schon öfter die Maschinen benützen dürfen. Nein, ich sehe da überhaupt keine Probleme. Nur wird es etwas dauern, die Prüfungen, weißt du … .”

“Überhaupt kein Problem”, antwortete ich ihm. “Brauchst du Geld?”

“Nein, das machen wir ganz zum Schluss”, entgegnete Phil. Da er immer öfter auf seine Uhr schaute, wollte ich ihn nicht weiter aufhalten und rief Yvonne heran, dass sie sich wenigstens von Phil verabschieden konnte.

Kapitel 3

Am Frühstückstisch überraschte ich Yvonne mit der Ankündigung, heute schwimmen gehen zu wollen. Ab und an verdunkelten zwar kleine Wolken die Sonne, aber es war warm und der Wetterbericht sagte Besserung voraus.

“Du räumst den Tisch ab. Und pack uns doch einen kleinen Korb mit etwas Obst und ein paar Flaschen Wasser zusammen, ja? Ach und noch etwas, den Plug darfst du heute zu Hause lassen. Ich gehe schon mal hoch und packe uns ein paar Sachen zusammen.

Als Yvonne an sich herunterschaute und mich dann fragend anschaute sagte ich: “Was ist, sieht doch gut aus!” Meine Kleine stand nämlich nur mit einem bauchfreien Top und einen kurzen Stretchmini vor mir, und war wohl der Meinung, dass das ein bisschen wenig wäre.

Ich ging die Treppen hoch und nahm eine Decke und zwei große Handtücher aus einem Regal. Von unseren neuen Badeanzügen legte ich einen für mich heraus, für Yvonne packte ich den ein, an dem Camilla das Innenfutter herausgetrennt hatte. Ich packte noch die Bücher ein, die wir gerade lasen, und ging dann mit der Badetasche nach unten. Yvonne war ebenfalls fertig und wartete schon auf mich.

Etwa eine halbe Autostunde von uns entfernt liegen ziemlich versteckt einige Seen mitten in einem großen Waldgebiet. Einer davon wurde für den Badebetrieb freigegeben. Er verfügt über einfache Sanitäranlagen und ein im Sommer bewirtschafteten Kiosk. Immer noch als Insidertipp gehandelt, verlaufen sich die Besucher im weitläufigen Gelände.

Nachdem wir den Wagen abgestellt hatten, suchten wir uns ein schattiges Fleckchen unter ein paar Bäumen. Am See hat es sich eingebürgert, dass jeder so sonnt oder badet wie er es am liebsten mag. Auch Yvonne und ich haben hier schon nackt gebadet und in der Sonne gelegen.

Meine Liebste hatte schon ihr Top über den Kopf gezogen und war aus ihrem Mini gestiegen. Nackt wie sie war wollte sie es sich gerade auf der Decke gemütlich machen.

“Ich möchte, dass wir heute mal die neuen Badeanzüge anziehen”, sagte ich zu ihr und warf ihr den zu, den ich für sie ausgesucht hatte.

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“She knows all about us,” I told my brother one day, after a couple of weeks of our “lessons.”

He played dumb at first, like he didn’t know what I was talking about. He had never wanted anyone else to find out what we had been doing. I understood. I agreed completely. But Hannah was my best friend. We had grown up together. She knew me almost better than I did. And she had guessed.

I had to tell her that I was improving my blowjob technique, hand jobs, learning what pleases a guy. And she didn’t understand why I couldn’t fuck him as well. How could I explain it? And while I tried to avoid her questions and beat around the bush and got nervous and embarrassed – she guessed. She knew.

“She knows me too well,” I said to Tyler, summing up my story.

I never saw Tyler look so nervous. “But it had to remain a secret,” he half-whispered, as if Hannah wasn’t in the room listening to every word.

He quickly looked at her, realizing that his last statement had given up the secret. He had just confirmed everything we had said, and everything I had told Hannah in secret.

“So what is she doing here?” He asked me.

“Well,” I started, “She wants, you know, to see what I’ve been doing. Learning.”

He looked from me to her and back again. Unbelieving, he said, “To see? You mean watch?

It was Hannah’s turn to answer. “Uh-huh,” she said, with a shy smile.

After a little more discussion, Tyler knew he had lost. If we were to keep our secret Hannah had to have her way. He didn’t really think she would tell. After all, he had known her as long as I had. We were almost like family. Still, he could not take any chance.

“It looks like you might be interested, anyway,” Hannah said.

She was looking directly at his crotch. I had been sitting on the floor at his feet, which by this time had seemed quite normal. While there I had my hand on his leg, rubbing his knee and working up higher as we talked. Evidently, without being aware, the stroking and perhaps talking had caused him to begin an erection.

“All right,” he said reluctantly.

I smiled, but Hannah had a huge grin on her face. Even Tyler managed a small one.

Everyone seemed reluctant, not knowing what to do next. I had started pulling on his pants, but from his thighs. No real intent of pulling them down, just playing around. Finally Tyler spoke.

“Wait,” he said. “Are you trying to take off my clothes?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I answered, unsure.

“Is that what you want?” he asked Hannah.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, smiling.

“Well, that doesn’t seem fair,” he told us.

We looked at him and each other, not sure what he meant.

He continued. “Shouldn’t you girls get undressed, too?”

I smiled. That sounded fine to me. In fact I preferred it, even in front of Hannah. True, we had compared our bodies before, but that was years ago when they had first started developing. Yet I had gotten very comfortable being naked in front of Tyler, so this seemed fine as well.

Hannah seemed much less sure, but when I took off my top she began taking hers off as well. I displayed myself for a minute before I removed my bra and waited for Hannah to take off hers. Then I threw it sexily at Tyler, landing on his head and sliding onto his shoulder. Hannah did the same, and we all laughed, getting used to being topless in front of the others. Then we started on his pants.

When Hannah bent over to reach his pants, however, Tyler had an opportunity. Hanging in front of him were two deliciously round breasts. Bigger than mine, they dangled there until one of Tyler’s hands cupped one, supporting it. I saw, but wasn’t sure if he was going to ruin it all by pushing too fast. Then I looked at the smile on Hannah’s face and knew we were fine. Her eyes met Tyler’s and both sent a look that said that it was being enjoyed by them both.

We both fumbled with his belt, getting in each other’s way more than anything, but finally got it unbuckled. The snap was much easier, then came the zipper. We deliberately took our time with that, enjoying the hard shaft lying underneath the material. When we finished unzipping, he raised up so that we could pull his pants out from underneath him. His pants at his ankles, we sat there staring at the tent he displayed in his shorts. I liked the sight, and looked at Hannah and saw that she loved it.

When we began to reach for his shorts, Tyler stopped us.

“If you do that I’m going to be naked.”

“Isn’t that the idea?” I asked.

“But I will be showing everything and you girls will only be topless. Just a couple sets of beautiful boobs,” he said.

The compliment actually seemed to help us accept his idea. I wasn’t quite as excited about stripping completely bare ass naked, but I was willing. Why not? I slowly began to pull off my pants and looked over to Hannah to see if she would follow my lead. I was surprised to see her pants dropped to her ankles. She was faster than me! We both stepped out of our pants and stood there in our tiny panties. We had kayışdağı escort both worn very small ones, perhaps thinking that somehow we just might end up in this position. Tyler just sat there smiling. And his tent got even bigger.

With Tyler staring at our crotches but saying nothing, there was little to do but continue. Slowly, like strippers, hips grinding, we lowered each side in turn. As our pussies were exposed, Tyler just sat with his mouth hanging open, practically drooling. I was a little jealous when I saw that Hannah was shaved clean. I guessed that I was going to have to do that soon.

Stepping out of our panties, we kept our legs slightly spread, letting Tyler stare. Finally I thought he had enough (plus he wasn’t looking at me that much anyway!) so I bent over and pulled on his shorts. His dick was just starting to come into view when Hannah leaned in to help, but quickly quit helping and just stared. I pulled his shorts over his knees and let them drop, Hannah still just staring. Neither of us seemed to notice or care that he still wore his t-shirt.

I wrapped my fingers around Tyler’s base and moved his dick towards Hannah, “showing” it to her. She actually licked her lips while staring at it, and I thought that I had better start licking it myself before she took over and ruined my fun.

I was trying to remember all of the things that Tyler had taught me. This time I not only wanted to please him, but I wanted to show off for Hannah. Slowly and carefully I licked around his head, sticking my tongue out as far as I could and showing it off. I extended my licking on down the shaft, up, down, and around. I continued this for a while, keeping my eyes on Hannah. She was enthralled, and licking her own lips as well. I’m sure both of them were enjoying Tyler playing with her tits, stroking and squeezing, pinching her nipples. It excited me to even see it.

Eventually I put us all out of our misery and stretched my lips around the head, sinking the first two or three inches into my mouth. This brought a moan from Tyler, and I thought a little one from Hannah as well. I swirled my tongue around the head. Hannah could not see this, but it made Tyler moan some more. I began sinking more of the shaft into my mouth, then easing back on it until only the tip remained. Up and down, in and out, a little deeper each time until I reached my limit. I even gagged myself a couple of times, which caused extra moans from them both.

I had my hand wrapped around the base and stroked it up and down in time with my mouth, giving his entire cock the full sensation. A couple of times I sucked up the shaft a bit too far and, while I was still sucking, it came out of my mouth with a pop, which we all actually enjoyed. By looking at Tyler, as well as hearing his moans, I knew he was enjoying this greatly. But I was watching Hannah even more, and she seemed to be nearly as excited as Tyler.

Then one time I popped off his shaft and took a moment to get my breath. My eyes met Hannah’s for a moment. She had a strange look in her eyes. One that told me that she was horny as hell. She started to say something, then hesitated. I paused further, waiting.

“Can I try?” She finally asked.

“Sure,” I answered, then looked at Tyler in a silly effort to be sure it was okay with him. Of course it was.

When she slid onto the floor I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful her body looked. Long, lean, shapely hips, and those wonderful large breasts that still managed to sit high on her chest. I would have killed to have her breasts. She stood in front of Tyler – and me – for a moment before reaching out to take his cock in her hand. I had never seen Hannah with such a big smile on her face. She felt his cock and stroked it up and down, feeling its size and strength. They were looking into each other’s eyes as if communicating.

I was shocked when she turned around and bent over, her ass pushing towards Tyler and shaking it in his face. I was more shocked when she reached between her legs to take hold of his cock and pull it towards her pussy. Her huge smile faded as she let herself down onto his shaft, easing it inside of her. Not only did her smile fade, changing into an open mouth, but her eyes got huge. And then even bigger as his cock sank deeper and deeper into her.

I sat on the floor in front of them watching her go up and down on his shaft. I was in a strange position, watching them fuck from less than a couple of feet away. Right at my eye level. What was left to do except scoot backwards and get out of there, leaving them to it.

But I couldn’t do that. It was too exciting. I was too excited. I was so sexually charged after all the build up, and now I was the only one having no sex at all. And my brother’s big penis kept appearing – and disappearing – right before my eyes. There was no other choice but to reach out and wrap a couple of fingers around the base. Of course this was right where Hannah’s pussy kept colliding with Tyler’s pelvis. I kaynarca escort squeezed on his penis, especially along the underneath ridge, when I could.

This became increasingly uncomfortable as Hannah was impaling herself harder and harder. I withdrew my fingers from Tyler’s cock, but placed them on Hannah’s pussy. I had been watching her, and couldn’t help but notice her clit all plumped and hard. I placed a finger on each side of it, squeezing in towards her clit. It was easy to rub her clit – she was doing most of the work herself as she slid up and down on Tyler. I mostly just had to work at keeping my fingers from being dislodged by all the movement.

Tyler was getting even more heated. He took over, grabbing her hips and pulling down hard every time she rose up. They were colliding quite hard. I was glad I had gotten my fingers out from between them. The force of their fucking was very impressive. Hannah was squealing from my rubbing her clit, and grunting each time Tyler bottomed out inside of her. I was getting wetter just thinking of how it must feel with a dick thrusting so deep and hard inside of her. He kept pulling her down by her hips harder and harder, amazing me at how hard they were fucking. He looked – violent. That’s the word that came to mind. He was just using her body for his relief. I had never seen him act so violent at any other time that I could remember.

Tyler was sweating and Hannah was nearly out of her mind as their fucking became ragged. She tried to find something to hold onto. Finally they lost it as orgasms took over. I felt her pussy spasm. I don’t know who came first. Tyler groaned and grunted, but he had been doing that all along, so I’m not sure just when he exploded inside of her. But Hannah squealed and yelled out as her pussy squeezed, her body out of control. She was more like a rag doll having little control over her movements, just being used for a fuck toy as Tyler pulled her down onto him while his shaft plunged inside one more time before she literally fell off him.

She actually pushed me over as she fell, right on top of me. I thought for a moment that she might be unconscious until her hand, which had landed on my breast, began squeezing it sensually.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, I thought because of my breast but it may have been for what she had just been through. She was certainly still aroused, and I was aroused too but with no climax to have enjoyed. I began thinking that I would have to leave them to go masturbate. I had to get off soon. That’s when I felt his hand on my pussy.

Ohhhh, it felt so good. It made me even hornier, but it was a relief to be stimulated. That, and Hannah massaging my breast, was really getting me going. Then I felt Tyler’s hand in my pussy and saw his other one in Hannah’s, an easy thing to do as she was lying mostly on top of me. Tyler stuck a finger in my hole and swirled around in there, making me moan. I assumed he was doing the same to her. She moved down my body slightly, enough to get my nipple in her mouth. She sucked and bit slightly on it, and between that and my pussy I was going crazy. We had never done anything except look at our changing bodies years before, but this was fantastic. Actually, at the time I gave no thought to the fact that she was a girl, only that I was more stimulated than I ever had been. Of course, Tyler’s hand on my pussy and finger in my hole added an awful lot to that feeling,

I exploded quite soon after they started this double attack on me. Oh, so much noise. But I couldn’t help it. Never have I felt like this. It was such a relief to finally cum. So much build up, so much watching them getting all the action, so much relief when it was finally my turn. But it turned out we weren’t done.

Tyler paused a bit as I exploded, shaking and writhing all over, but his hand did not withdraw a bit from my pussy, and Hannah’s mouth hung onto my tit the entire time. By the time I regained my senses they were both working me over again. I wanted them to stop – I didn’t think I could stand any more at the moment. Yet, I didn’t want them to stop. As it turned out I had no say in the matter. They kept on going. Tyler, of course, was also still working on Hannah’s pussy, and she was probably getting off additionally by sucking me. Her hand had joined in too, working over my tits.

Things changed when I suddenly felt Hannah’s hips lift off me. She actually just moved over a little, and I found out that it was really Tyler lifting up her hips. He positioned her hips right over mine. Actually it was our pussies that he was positioning. He lifted my leg up and out to make more room for Hannah, then lifted her to place our pussies together. Hannah’s rubbed right into mine. I didn’t think much about what was happening. It just felt so damn good. That was all I cared about. I raised my hips to make more contact between our pussies.

“Unnnggghhhh!!.”

Both Hannah and I moaned long, gutteral groans as we felt our clits hit. Oh, my goodness! I never would kızıltoprak escort have thought it would feel so good. I nearly came again at the touch. Now we were really in our own world, working like crazy to rub those clits together. Tyler continued fingering us. I hardly noticed it at all, though my body was responding to that as well.

Sadly, with the writhing we were doing to rub our pussies together, Hannah’s mouth and chest rose off me. Her hand kept squeezing my tit, but no more mouth. I noticed it, but did I miss it? With my pussy on fire and waves of electricity shooting through my body, it was not a concern. But then the worst thing. Her body slid down. Her pussy slid off me. I felt empty.

Her whole body slid down, and then her head laid on my stomach. Tyler’s hand had also vacated my pussy. I still had that electricity coursing through me, but it was left over from moments before. I began to feel deserted. Her head was somehow being pushed against my stomach. Then again and again. I finally realized that Tyler had lifted Hannah up and had begun fucking her doggy style. While she was still partially on top of me!

I was surprised. Not that he was fucking her on me, not after what we had been doing. I was mostly surprised that he was able to fuck her at all. He had just shot his load a few minutes before. How long had it been? 10 minutes? 20 minutes? Longer? Hell, I had no idea. After a guy shot off, he was done, right? That’s what I thought. Then I realized that I never thought of how long he would be done for. The night? A day? I had never even realized that I had no idea. Until now.

It took about 5 seconds for those thoughts to shoot through my mind. I couldn’t think about it more than that. He obviously had gotten at least hard enough to get inside Hannah, and that’s all that counted. Maybe it was easy for him with two naked girls in front of him trying to fuck each other. I laughed later on about this. Even with him.

But no sooner did I realize that he was fucking her, I was in for another shock. Hannah’s head pushed toward my crotch. Actually Tyler was pushing it there, then he held it tight to me.

“Go on! Lick her! Suck her!” Tyler was ordering her.

My pussy pulsed at hearing those words. Never would I have considered letting any girl do that, but now I was hoping she would. I would have begged her to. But in a few seconds I felt her tongue licking along the folds of my pussy. The flat of her tongue separated my lips. And then she was deep between them.

“AhhhhUNGH! AhhhhUNGH!” I moaned, yelled, cursed if I could have formed words. The feelings were indescribable.

Her head kept being pushed deeper with each of Tyler’s thrusts, which made me a part of their fucking. Her tongue couldn’t help but be pushed into my hole, another unbelievable feeling and experience. There was some pressure on my sore clit, and even some sucking on it. Her tongue and mouth kept licking and sucking, all over my pussy lips, clit, and inside me. Some she tried to do, some she did because she was forced to as Tyler fucked her furiously, pushing her face all over my crotch. I came again, I think twice, with a silent scream. I was out of my mind. Delirious. Finally Hannah screamed out as well. She fell on me, though her ass was still in the air getting royally drilled. Each of her hands grabbed one of my tits, I believe just trying to find something to hold onto. Her last step was to totally collapse, causing Tyler’s cock to pop out of her. She laid on top of me for a moment, then rolled off. Neither of us could breathe.

When we could, we opened our eyes, only to see Tyler kneeling above us with his prominent cock sticking out toward our faces as if being offered to us. I suppose it was. We looked at each other, trying to smile but hardly having the energy. The erection above demanded our attention, as Tyler occupied himself once again by rubbing our pussies.

I reached up to playfully slap at his cock. After two times we were smiling at each other and starting to come back to life. Hannah slowly sat up and took hold of his erection.

“This thing is not going back inside me!” declared Hannah. Then with a smile, “at least not my pussy.”

I understood immediately. “I suppose he deserves another cum. He was a very naughty boy.”

Hannah smiled and wrapped her hand around the shaft. “He was very, very naughty – and very, very good.”

I looked up at Tyler as I finally sat up. “Have you ever had a hand job or blow job from two girls at the same time?”

Tyler just smiled at us as his cock jumped in Hannah’s hand. She said, “He does seem kind of excited.”

“Ya think?”

I leaned in and took his dick head between my lips.

“Laura!” Shouted Hannah in surprise.

I looked at her, my mouth full of cock.

She said, “Do you know where that has been?” When I looked at her quizically she said, “That was just in my pussy!”

“That’s why it tastes so much better,” I said when I removed the shaft long enough to speak, thinking to myself that I cannot act surprised, or disgusted. Actually, I thought I might want to taste her pussy sometime, a thought I would not have believed. But then another thought. “Where did you have your mouth a few minutes ago?” I felt my pussy leak a little at the thought, and Tyler’s cock twitched. Hannah just looked embarrassed but carried on stroking his cock while I licked it some more.

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Senior Exhibit

19. May, the second year

To the gallery that night, I wore the dress that I had originally bought to seduce Tom and Lindsay. It was only the second time I ever had. Unlike that first time, a cold winter night a year and a half ago, I wore lingerie under it to my senior exhibit: new sexy underwear that was meant to be barely visible even under the sheer ivory of the dress. The most expensive lingerie of my life. Yana and Jeni had helped me shop. It was scandalous, I suppose, but mine was a daring exhibit: Kelly McGullycuddy, Senior Exhibit: 36 Nudes. I was so nervous I could barely stand without shaking.

A 8-shot, 14×16 print series of Lindsay on the kitchen table opened my show. It had taken more than a little pleading before she agreed to allow me to use them in a public showing, even if only for this show. The series started with her standing on our butcher block table, holding a wisp of tulle, and continued as she sat, one knee up, one knee out, revealing all. In the last few shots, she was rolled halfway onto her back, legs apart, bathed in natural light. The effect was lovely. I felt, erotic without being remotely pornographic. All of my budding skill was required to get the exposures just right for her skin tones without their being over-exposed by the sun streaming in from the window behind her. That light gave her a golden glow which complemented her hair, and she looked so beautiful. Still, she was naked and on display in my exhibit, and that made her nervous about my using them. She might be somewhere in the gallery now, fully dressed, probably hoping no one recognized her with clothes on.

Amy and Yana had yet to show. I had sent invitations to each of the models whose work with me would be displayed in my show. I doubted Yana would be as shy as Lindsay, but Amy was pre-law. She might give the exhibit a miss. In one shot featuring them both, with two other models; Amy’s hand is frozen as she fluffs her hair, giving the tableau it’s only sense of motion. It is one of my favorites. Again, the lighting is what makes it special. The models are all lovely, but it is that right side wash-out and Amy’s hand and falling hair that make it speak. The second one I used from that shoot had been taken just afterwards, with Amy stepping back and light flooding over Yana’s left shoulder. The only detail that can be seen of her left breast is her areola, a ring of light color, nipple standing up, in the pinkish hue that spills over her and the other three models. Both images had been enlarged to 18×24 without giving them a grainy look.

Four more of my prints followed in that series. I was moving up the negative size with each set, from the 35mm shots of Lindsay, to the 2 ¼ format for the next several. Besides the two of the original group of four models, I had another eight images of multiple models. Amy was in one. Hung beyond them were eight I had shot with a 5×7 Deardorff camera I had been allowed to borrow from my photography professor, Ethan. One was a shot of Tom and Amy in an intimate embrace. Both would laugh at that characterization. It had been a lot of really hard work to make the image.

Neither of them is very identifiable. I had made the photograph by framing only their torsos, very close to them. Their bodies are falling away from one another as she straddles his lap as he sits in a straight-back chair. You can see the dampness on their skin. Amy’s hand is clawing the air. She is cumming, but only the three of us would ever know that for sure. There is a sense of motion that I captured only by ruining a box of film. That this shot actually is of their orgasm is a testament to that hard work.

Yana is the model in all but one of the rest of those I made with the Deardorff. I love the results. I really do think that girl can read my mind when I am at the viewfinder. Her exquisite figure, with its luscious curves, doesn’t hurt the final product, but I knew by now that simply having a naked girl pose for you doesn’t mean the results will be any good, no matter how good-looking she may be. I have hundreds of bad shots in my files. No, I considered these special. I was proud of them.

The next to last image was made with an 8×10 view camera. I had practiced and practiced before approaching the model to sit for it, working with her in each of the other formats first. I didn’t want to mess it up. She was more than willing to sit for me and refused to accept a modeling fee, but with-held her release for any use other than this exhibit, like Lindsay. Instead, accepting a fee, when she found I was hoping to own a large format camera of my own, she bought one for me. I assured her I would pay her back, but she laughed it off and told me she had always wanted to be a patron of the arts. She included a Hasselblad too, along with the view camera, saying the store had taken it in on consignment and it made a nice companion to the larger format camera. Liar.

In her portrait, Jeni sits erectly in that same straight-backed chair, incirli escort not quite touching the lattice of it. She is in partial silhouette, but turns her shoulders toward the camera. Back arched, her long, fair hair falls to the curve of her ass as her head lifts only a little bit, she looks beyond the camera. Both of her breasts are up thrust and visible, nipples stiff, and her left leg is falling away toward the camera. The print is 36″x48″. It became a project to try to print it. I wasted a lot of paper learning how.

The doors had been open for several minutes by then. I was so nervous.

“That is an incredible image,” my advisor, Ethan told me as he came to stand beside me as I finished my path past my photos. He was rapt before the image of Jeni. I stood dumbly before
6, a self-portrait. “Who is the model?” he asked, still looking at Jeni. Of course he wanted to know. Who wouldn’t?

“Some girl.”

“Some girl,” he repeated but conveyed an entirely different meaning. He chuckled, but it wasn’t terribly funny. “Have you considered marketing it?” That’s as good as it gets from Ethan. I had graduated, in his eyes. Time to get to work. High praise, from him.

“Can’t,” I say simply. “The release is for this exhibit only. Those,” I indicated the 2 ¼ images and the 5×7 enlargements, “are the only ones I can offer for sale.”

Ethan again strolled past those images I had pointed out, hands behind his back, scrutinizing them all. He had seen most, but not all of my prints, as we had finalized my requirements for the exhibit. He studied all 34 images before returning to stare at Jeni. He finally noticed the 36th image, the self-portrait. He had not seen it before. “Kelly, when you told me last winter that you were going to devote your senior year to studying nudes, I thought you were crazy.” He was talking to own my nude image. It was odd to have a conversation, fully dressed, with a man who was staring at my unclad body in a photographic print.

“I remember. You tried to talk me out of it.”

“I’m now glad I was not successful. You struck me as far too naïve and unsophisticated to handle such subjects with style. Conventional. I expected you to turn in poorly posed shots of your friends in bad locations with horrendous lighting. I did think you had some minor talent. A good eye for framing a shot. Pleasant work. Nothing special. The images you submitted for review to that point were technically good, for the most part, but without a signature. You have one now. You deserve that fellowship to the Art Institute”

I thanked him. It was quite a compliment from him, even if he also revealed he hadn’t thought much of me at one time.

“You also have an agent, if you want one,” he said, a goofy smile on his face. He handed me a card. “She and I have known each other for some time, and I took the liberty of showing her some of your proofs. I told her you would call her tomorrow. She may show up tonight though. I invited her. She said she had another commitment, but I’ll introduce you if she makes it.”

I looked at the embossed board and felt giddy. I had an agent? Thanking Ethan again, I excused myself, feeling awkward and foolish. I needed some me time.

I moved away from my exhibit and meandered over to my refreshments—I’d had them catered by the restaurant at which I once worked—and accepted a glass of wine. I was already floating, having downed several glasses at home to calm my nerves. I avoided my section of the gallery, and took time to admire the work of my fellow graduates. I was looking at a cityscape, when Yana found me, holding a glass of wine for herself and slipping an arm through mine.

“You have made me look stunnink,” she cooed in my ear. Her accent is almost gone now, the once incomprehensible pronunciations replaced by a lilt that is sensual candy for the ear. “And, loath though I am to admit it, I know at last why I am only the second most beautiful woman you know. That photo of Jeni took my breath away.”

I slid my arm around her and drew her close before kissing her cheek. Yana is my best friend. She is my lover.

Tom joined us as I leaned against her. He was wearing a tweed jacket and even a tie, and he looked so handsome that I felt a little clutch in my belly when I saw him. His eyes widened when he saw what I was wearing. I guess he didn’t feel like he had to be polite and pretend he couldn’t see through it as everyone else did.

“I don’t look horrible, do I?” I asked as I flowed into his arms and hugged him fiercely.

He kissed me. “No, Kelly, you look beautiful.”

I curled into him and felt safe again, for just a moment. A little drunk too. Yana joined us and came up on her toes to kiss Tom on the cheek as he still held me. She looked terribly sexy in a very low-cut little black dress. With the high spike heels she wore, we were nearly the same height, even though I wore heels too. Her brown hair was swept up and çengelköy escort her light makeup drew attention to her eyes and how clear and blue they were. She looked sensational, and she knew it.

“Has Lindsay come?” Tom asked.

I shrugged. It was not lost on Yana. She lost no love on my former lover. Yana moved away from us for a moment as I held on to Tom, before appearing again with wine for all of us.

A hush fell through the entire room. The three of us turned our heads and beheld Jeni sweeping into the gallery with a small entourage. Even as tall as she is, she wore heels as high as Yana’s and a tiny halter dress that moved with her body as she walked. Her hair was loosely pulled back, clasped at the base of her neck. She floated. I had never seen her look more glamorous. The girls with her were gorgeous and dressed as she was, formally, for a gallery opening. Even so, each gown exposed a lot of girl. Courtney, Heather, Ingrid, Sierra: I jolted to realize I’d had been with each of them. Wildly, uninhibitedly, unabashedly, and passionately, each woman had been my lover. Was that why they’d come? I kind of, wickedly, hoped it was.

Jeni sashayed up next to me, oblivious to Tom and Yana in the moment, leaned down and kissed me like a lover. My body remembered the way she kissed, and I was wet in an instant. Nothing else mattered except her lips on mine for that moment.

She insinuated herself between me and Yana, taking both my hand and Yana’s in her own and turning to kiss Yana almost as hard as she had kissed me. My girlfriend just let her. Who wouldn’t?

“Show me my picture,” Jeni said. I hung on to Tom’s hand as I moved all three of them back to my exhibit.

As we began the tour, she said, “Kelly, you have made Lindsay look glorious.” I thanked her, but she dismissed my self-effacing politeness and said she was serious. She spent a lot of time looking at the group shots, finally turning to Yana and whispering something to her that I could not hear as she looked at the one that featured Yana’s nipple so prominently. Yana gasped. Jeni admired the next series too, tearing away just enough to lean back toward Tom over my shoulder as she kept her eyes on the photo of him and Amy. “She’s in orgasm, isn’t she?” she asked him.

“Uh,” he said. That’s my boy. A gorgeous six-foot-two-inch blonde in heels and a short skirt asks him if the photo of him and a lover has captured her at the moment of climax, and he gets all eloquent.

Jeni scrutinized every other image, casting an appraising eye over each. At the last, she said something to Yana again that made her gasp again. And Yana does not embarrass. At all, as far as I know.

Finally, Jeni stopped in front of her portrait. Letting go of our hands, she moved from one side to the other, stepping back and crossing her arms under her breasts as she looked at herself. “Kelly,” she said, dropping her arms to put them around me, “I absolutely love it. I must have it. Is it for sale?” Her lips curled into a pretty smile.

“Only with the model’s permission,” I laughed, as if she didn’t know it was hers for the taking.

“I don’t think that will be a problem. How many pictures have you taken of me?”

“About a thousand.”

“Please,” she murmured, kissing me like a lover again. “Take one thousand more.”

She stopped at my self-portrait. “And is this for sale?”

I demurred. “I hadn’t thought…”

“I offer one 8×10 view camera with a Hasselblad thrown in,” she smiled.

“Jeni, that’s too much.”

That smile denied any further objection. “Deliver it with my portrait, please,” she concluded lightly.

Squeezing my hand with love, she let me go, wet and torn, back to Tom and Yana. Both followed her with their eyes as she and the entourage undulated back and forth among my photos, commenting to one anther on each, pointing to favorites, especially the ones of Yana. Heads pivoted from image to model and back.

“I think they like you,” I whispered as I kissed her ear.

She laughed, her eyes on Jeni. Then she turned and hugged me. “You’re wet, aren’t you?”

“Yeah!”

“I am too. Her kisses are…” She sighed. Tri-lingual, and a kiss from Jeni left her speechless.

I was leaning against Tom, still holding Yana’s hand when Lindsay and Jan arrived. They were holding hands too but dropped them when they saw us. They looked guilty. Both of them. Lindsay was wearing black slacks and a jacket. Jan looked much the same. They weren’t even as dressed up as Tom. Neither looked comfortable about being there either.

I moved away from Tom and Yana to lead Lindsay and Jan through the exhibit. Moving as one, we stopped long at the Lindsay series. Jan turned to look at Yana when they got to the next set, whispering something to Lindsay that I could not catch, but Lindsay’s eyes shot over to Yana for a brief moment. As we stopped in front of Jeni’s portrait, I crossed my arms under escort bayan beyoğlu my breasts just as she had done.

Jan asked Lindsay if she knew her.

“Yeah, we both fucked her,” I answered, dropping my arms and leaving them gaping at the photo.

I shouldn’t have said that. I was drunk. I was wet from a lesbian’s kiss. My former girlfriend had come to my senior exhibit holding hands with another woman.

“The pictures are all really good, Kelly,” Lindsay said. “Even the ones of me. I’m glad you talked me into letting you show them.”

Jan mumbled something about thinking they were nice too. She’s so articulate.

“Thank you.” God, I sounded so formal. “I’m so glad you like them.”

“You’re really good, Kelly. More than I understood. You need to take that scholarship. Seeing your stuff on display—seeing me—on display” she gave a little shudder, “—well, you’re just really talented.” She looked over my shoulder at Yana. Her brown eyes were impossible to read.

I nodded. She wasn’t going to kiss me. Fucking Jeni had kissed me and made me wet in front of Tom and Yana and Ethan and the whole Fine Arts Department, but my former girlfriend? No. No, can’t kiss me. No, no, no.

“Thank you both for coming,” I said, holding my head high.

They stayed long enough for the moment to become tense. Lindsay took Jan’s hand again and they made their way to the door.

I followed, not meaning to stop them. Not going with them. Just being rid of them. A stunningly dressed older woman stopped them before they got to the door, seeming to recognize Lindsay, and spoke briefly to her before handing her a business card.

I turned away once they were out the door. Ethan caught me again. “Kelly,” he said, “I was going to ask you to join me for a drink after the exhibit ends, but I see now I have way too much competition.”

“No, Ethan, you have no competition at all,” I smiled back, just as charmingly. He’d graduated me. I graduated him.

He laughed charmingly. “This is Elizabeth,” he introduced me to the woman who had given her card to Lindsay. “The agent I spoke to you about.”

“I was hoping to you call in the morning,” I told her as we shook hands. “I’m excited to think about showing more of my work.”

“I’m anxious to help you do so,” she told me. “Let’s go have a look, shall we?”

Once more, I led a tour of my senior project. Amy and Karl were viewing the images as we walked up, with Karl agape at how beautiful his girlfriend looked in my photographs. I was so proud of them, of her, of everything. I introduced Amy and Karl to Elizabeth, who ran appraising eyes over Amy. Her eyes flicked to the photographs as she identified her from them.

“Are you interested in modeling professionally,” Elizabeth asked.

Amy shook her head and laughed. She really wasn’t.

“Pity,” said Elizabeth as she put away the card she had ready to offer Amy. I let Elizabeth examine the rest of my show without my lead. I bit my lip nervously as she appraised each and every one. When she finally returned, she smiled broadly.

“We’ll make money together, Kelly. You have a marvelous eye. The tall blonde in the chair alone could bring thousands.”

Thousands? Oh, puh-lease. Really?

“Not for sale, I’m afraid,” I told her. The model is adamant that the release is for this show only.”

Elizabeth smiled, condescendingly, I thought. “We’ll talk. And while I don’t handle models myself, I do like to put good ones in touch with the photographers I represent. You have at least four I would love to see do more work. We’ll talk,” she repeated. Making her way back to Ethan, the two of them put their heads close in private conversation

Twirling, I left her behind and went in search of my boyfriend and my girlfriend.

Tom welcomed me back into his arms. I kissed him and told him I loved him.

“I love you too, Kelly.”

Yana joined us, hugging tightly, kissing Tom and then me.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said. The gallery was quickly emptying, closing time having come and gone. Had two hours passed so quickly?

The three of us went outside. Tom lifted me into the Jeep, and I moved over to make room for Yana, by half sitting on the cushion on the overturned bucket between the seats as he closed the door for us.

Once out of the parking lot, I flopped over and began to unbutton Tom’s jeans. We were in love. We’d both earned our degrees. Life was about to change for us, but just then I needed to be loved. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and lifted him from his pants. He was getting hard already. I let go of him long enough to unbutton my dress and slip down my panties, kicking them free with Yana’s help. Her soft hands caressed my legs as I turned to Tom again and took his cock into my mouth. My lips closed over him as I wrapped my tongue around the shaft. I lifted my head, then plunged it back down onto him. I hollowed my cheeks with each upsweep of my head, pulling the skin of him as I did, easing as I brought my face down again.

I twisted my body on the bucket, half lying on it, half falling off of it. Yana’s fingers were moving between my legs, slipping into me as I sucked him. I lifted onto my left hip and raised my right leg and let it fall completely open across her lap, needing their touch, wanting it.

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Angela and I always had great times at our grandparents place. When we were younger, we spent many a summer there just having fun and getting nice and plump from our grandma’s cooking. Our parents couldn’t keep us away from that place, and things started to get a lot more fun when we reached legal age. That’s when our grandparents introduced me and Angie to the wonderful world of incest.

Perhaps a brief introduction of my family is necessary before I get started. My sister Angela, loving known as Angie by the members of our family, is an auburn-haired hottie. A bot on the short side, a bit voluptuous and plump perhaps but with curves and shapes on all the right places. A gorgeous face, cherry red lips and blue eyes deep enough to drown in. You could say she had everything going for her in the looks department, and the guys at school were drooling over each other to get to her. She was no slut though, and didn’t sleep around anymore than I did. She did see a few boys every now and then though, and it was no major surprise that she liked having sex.

Sylvia is our grandmother, a warm and kind woman who was always happy and a terrific cook. Her sun bleached blonde hair was starting to fade towards gray, but it still had plenty of luster and glimmered when the sun shone on it. She was slightly taller than my sister but shorter than me, and with a hell of a body. A tad on the chubby side, but in no way disproportionate, with great big tits and a huge size XL ass. And hell, I was a guy so naturally I liked staring at her fine body, even if she was my grandma.

Our grandpa’s name is Joe, a rugged sort of fella but with a great, big heart and a hearty laugh. Fairly hairy as far as his body goes, but slightly balding on top. Grandpa has always liked to keep his body in shape, he exercising regularly and trying to keep a healthy diet, even though grandma’s cooking makes this a daunting task to say the very least. Me and my sister also knew that grandma and grandpa had a very active sex life (the thin walls of their house told many a tale), which probably kept any possibility of a protruding beergut at bay.

As for me, I may not be the most popular kid in school. Not a jock in any sense of the word but no “geek” either. You could say I just do my thing and somehow get along fairly well with the ladies. I may not score every day of the week, but I’m “hunky” enough to get some every now and then, so I’m definitely happy.

Personally, I never thought of our grandparents in a sexual manner, even though we had both seen them naked very often. Our grandparents were never shy about their nudity, and often walked around completely naked in the back yard during hot summer days. Me and my sister never complained or even questioned this behavior, it was just so natural to us since they’d pretty much always done it. Sure, I always wondered what grandma’s big tits would feel like and I must have touched myself “improperly” on more than one occasion, while thinking about fondling them. But that’s as far as my personal fantasies went. Can’t speak for Angie, of course, even though I did see her eyes ogling our grandad’s mighty dick once or twice while out swimming.

One beautiful Saturday morning, grandpa took me fishing while Angie stayed at home with grandma to help her with a batch of cookies. The sun was shining bright, the water was clear and still and the fish were biting. In a couple of hours we had caught a handful of striped bass. Grandpa and I were talking about everything under the sun, the old man was telling jokes and making me laugh with everyone of them. Eventually the conversation steered towards sex. Grandpa was doing most of the talking I must confess, asking me about everything from favorite positions to number of sex partners throughout the years. Even though this took me completely by surprise, I didn’t really mind. I figured I had nothing to hide from my grandparents as far as my sex life goes, I was never a shy kid and definitely not among my nudist grandparents. Most likely, whatever I’d experienced by now, they’d experienced tenfold or more. Pretty soon the two of us were candidly talking about sex, like a couple of high school buddies.

“You like really big breasts, don’t you son?” gramps asked me.

“Sure, I love big tits!” I chuckled. “Every man does, right?”

“Haha, ain’t that the truth,” grandpa answered and got a strange look in his eyes. A smirk came across his face, not an evil and sinister grin but like he had something on his mind.

“Man, you should get a hold your grandma’s tits!” grandpa eventually told me. “They are the biggest, plumpest, juiciest tits you’d ever get your hands on. You’ve touched a pair of nice, big ole titties, haven’t you son?” I silently nodded and avoided eye contact with my grandpa. Usually not the shy type, I suddenly felt my cheeks redden and blush. Up until now, the questions had been fairly innocent in a “guy to guy” sort of way, but now they took a U-turn in a big way. I started to fidget in the boat, but with a couple göztepe escort of minutes left until we’d make landfall, there was nowhere to run and hide.

“I really like getting sucked by Sylvia, your grandma has the most delicious mouth you could ever imagine. It’s like slipping your pecker in a tight velvet sack. And there’s nothing quite like it when she uses her hands to massage your balls while going down on you, I can cum gallons when she starts to play with them. She likes to take all of it in her mouth too, and just drink it all down. I love your grandma, son.”

I didn’t say a word, I was still too shocked to reply. I can’t say that I wasn’t turned on by it though, but in a way this was all too much to take in. One moment grandpa was talking about different types of fish, and one moment he was talking about what he and grandma like to do when they get down and dirty. And in explicit detail as well. I couldn’t quite figure out what was on his mind.

“Shouldn’t we be heading home soon, grandpa?” I asked him. “I mean, I’m getting pretty hungry and what if it starts to rain?” I look up, down, left, right.. anywhere but directly at my grandpa. “Rain?! There’s not a cloud in the sky!” Ok, so that was just a quick lie to try and get off this boat.. busted. “Well.. yeah, but I’m still getting kind of hungry.. what do you say we head back to land, go home and fire up the barbecue? Grilled fish sounds kind of good right now, I’m starving.”

“Ok son, sounds good to me.” grandpa answered with a big, hearty laugh. “I’ll call grandma once we get back to the car and let her know we’re on our way.” He grabbed the oars, smiling from ear to ear, and started to row us back in towards land. While I was still a bit apprehensive about making eye contact, I could see out of the corner of my eye that grandpa was watching me and smiling as we made our way towards the shore. My nervousness was wearing off the closer to land we got, but I hadn’t been more turned on in my life.

On the car ride back home, grandpa soon started to talk about “regular” things. Everything from sports to politics to just everyday normal life and its ups and downs. I started to lower my guard, relax a bit, and pretty soon it felt like everything was back to normal. We pulled onto the driveway and I headed for the front door, with our big bucket of fish in my hand, when all of a sudden my grandpa called out to me.

“Let’s take the back door and surprise them!” he whispered. We tip toed around the back, carefully enough so that we wouldn’t trample grandma’s cherished tulips, and made our way to the back door. “Careful now, take off your shoes so that they won’t hear us. Grandma will be so pleased with all the fish we caught, you’ll see!”

The two of us crept up towards the door and peered into the kitchen, where grandma and Angie were taking out the last sheet of cookies and preparing for our grilled fish dinner. As my sister bent over to take the cookies out of the oven, I could swear I saw grandma caressing her butt. I wasn’t totally sure though, and apparently Angie didn’t notice it, but it looked as if our grandmother got shivers of pleasure just by touching her supple ass.

“Well, we should really start cleaning up in here before the boys get back with all that fish. Someone’s got to start to clean and gut all of them, and it’s not gonna be grandpa if you know what I mean. That’s just how grandpa’s always been, he catches the fish but he doesn’t like to prepare them. That’s what I do.” She laughed out loud and Angie couldn’t help but laughing at her comment either. My sister and I knew all too well that it was the gospel truth.

“Why don’t you run up some hot water and start cleaning up the pots and pans, and I’ll start putting away the rest of the stuff?”

“Sure thing!” Angie replied in her cheerful manner and did just so. As Angela was scrubbing away on a bowl full of cookie dough leftovers, grandma Sylvia started to put all the ingredients and spices and whatnot into the cupboard next to hear. I started to notice that every now and then, whenever grandma picked up new things to put into the cupboard, she brushed her big tits against my sisters shoulders. I wasn’t that sure, but it looked to me as if she was doing it intentionally! Angie paid it no mind, and if she did, she did a hell of a job hiding it.

Grandpa and I were still hiding in the shadows of the hallway, when grandma started asking all sorts of questions, most of them sex related.

“Sooooo.. do you like giving head, Angie?” Wow, that was a tough question right out of the box right there, but Angela cleared her throat and answered matter of factly. “Sure grandma, I love giving blowjobs.” Grandma just kept putting away the stuff that cluttered the counter, still brushing her tits against Angie, and kept those questions coming.

“That’s good, what do you like best about it?” Angela thought long and hard about it, and without the slightest hint of hesitation çorlu escort in her eyes she answered. “Probably when the guy cums all over my face.” Holy shit, my older sister was definitely no prude, it even appeared as if she liked talking about sex with her granny.

“Oooh, I love when your grandpa comes over my face! You like swallowing it?”

“Depends I suppose.. sometimes. When it tastes good.” She smiled in a mock coy manner before bursting out in giggles. “My god, I’m discussing thing right now that I don’t even share with my closest girlfriends. Are we’re all pretty close, you know?”

“That’s ok dear,” grandma replied. “I don’t share all my dirty secrets with my lady friends when I invite them over for tea and cookies. Then again, most of them are pretty boring old hags!” she said and laughed loudly. Even Angie couldn’t stifle herself and burst out laughing.

“You said you have a bunch of girlfriends, are you guys close or REALLY close?” grandma asked and winked at my sister. “We’re really good friends, grandma.. but I don’t really follow you here.”

“What I mean is..” Grandma inched closer to Angela and told her in a low voice. “Have you girls played around with each other? You know, sucked on each others boobs or eaten each others pussies?” I could hear my sister gasp, but she answered matter of factly that she hadn’t.

“I love eating pussy,” grandma moaned. “Your grandfather and I visit the next door neighbors every now and then, they’re swingers just like we are, and I treat myself to all the pussy I can when we’re over there.” Angie was now dead silent, she didn’t say a word and she didn’t move a muscle.

“I love having my tits sucked too. Have you had your tits sucked by another woman, dear?” Grandma started to slowly rub her big breasts, very subtle but it was obvious what she was doing. Angela noticed this, intently staring at her own grandmother gently squeezing those big knockers. There was no reply, only another gasp as Angie sucked in air. She was frozen in time, but was still unable to take her eyes off grandma’s big tits being rubbed. It was like she was in a trance.

“You’d like to touch a woman’s breasts, wouldn’t you? Touch them. Squeeze them. Suck them. Wouldn’t you?” Angela nodded in silence. “You’d like to have another woman touching your tits, wouldn’t you?” Another silent nod. Grandma moved closer to my sister, Angie didn’t flinch. Grandma reached out her hand, touching the tip of my sister’s breast, gently nudging it with the tip of her finger. She cupped Angela’s right breast with her hand, very gently and carefully. Angie sighed, but made no effort to remove the hand.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? I’m sure you’ve only been touched by boys. Boys can be so rough, so crude, so forceful. Women aren’t like that, at all. We can sense what the other wants, I guess it’s female intuition, it just comes so natural.” Angie started to softly whimper and wail as grandma kept massaging her tit.

“Hey, the boys are back!” Angie suddenly cried out and withdrew from grandma Sylvia’s busy hand. Too bad, things were starting to get interesting. My sister looked a bit flushed, and tried to act like nothing had happened.

“Hi guys, did you have a good trip? Catch us any supper?” grandma asked and smiled at the two of us standing in the doorway. “Sure did, a big ole bucket of them! If you’d be so kind to get them ready, I’ll be firing up the grill and start frying them up.”

“Of course honey, as always,” grandma chuckled and winked at grandpa. “You kids can set the table, right? Then the two of you can go watch some TV or whatever, I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.” Me and my sister set the table in silence. I knew that she knew that we’d seen a lot of what took place, and she was probably more than a little embarrassed.

As soon as dinner was ready, the four of us sat down and started to eat. I thought things would be awkward and weird, but it was as if nothing had happened. Grandpa was his usually jovial self, and the rest of us were in good spirits as well. I was very excited about the possibilities of things to come, and Angie looked the same, but nothing else happened that day. Once we had finished eating, we all cleared the table and grandpa did the dishes. Me and Angie listened to some music and read magazines, and later joined our grandparents and watched some television, but that was basically it. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, and maybe it wouldn’t either.

As me and my sister got ready for bed, things felt a bit weird and neither one of us was willing to open up and talk about what had happened earlier in the day. It didn’t feel bad in any way, but it was apparent that none of us were ready yet. We said good night, turned off the lights and went straight to sleep. I don’t know about my sister, but I slept like a baby.

Then came that fateful day, the plans were set in motion. The four of us were out in the back yard, just kicking it back on ümraniye escort the patio like we usually did on hot days at grandma and grandpa’s. I was in my shorts and t-shirt, Angie had a pretty little red dress on and our grandparents were both more or less in the nude. Another day at the grandparents, that is, it was all natural to us.

Grandma was putting a tray of lemonade onto the table when grandpa called us both over.

“Hey kids, me and gramma here have been naked around the two of you for as long as you both can remember, right? Teaching you that there’s nothing wrong with it, that there’s no shame in it, right?” We both nodded.

“Well, why don’t the two of you strip out of your clothes as well and join us, it’s a hot as hell day and there’s no one around for miles. Trust me, it feels amazing to just walk around in your own skin like this, without having a care in the world whether or not someone’s gonna see you. What do you say, isn’t it time to lose those britches now? You’re both adults now, after all, no sense in covering up in shame or anything.”

Me and Angela looked at each other, half surprised and half in shock I suppose. We both started to fidget and hum, but when grandma nodded at us both asked us what possible harm could come out of it, we both started to lose our clothes. We both stood in front of grandpa Joe and grandma Sylvia, me in my briefs and Angie in her bra and panties, tugging at the edges.

“The underpants have to go as well,” grandma told us and smiled. “No sense in getting the job half done, you’ll both feel wonderful with your cock and tits out in the free”. Grandma’s use of words took us by surprise for a second or two, but eventually we just looked at each other and laughed. And off came the underpants.

Now I have never been guilty of spying in my sister in the nude, but now I just couldn’t help myself. Her tits were very nice, big and (I presumed) firm. My dick started to grow, and I did my darndest to try and cover it up with my hands.

“Don’t cover your pecker up, son,” grandpa laughed at me. “That’s all part of being free and naked, you shouldn’t cover up what you were born with. Just let it swing free, even if you’ve got a raging hardon like you do right now. That’s all natural, it’s just your body’s way of saying that you like this.” Couldn’t argue with that, so half reluctantly I removed my hands. I could see out of the corner of my eye that my sister was studying my dick passionately, her breathing got a lot heavier too.

All four of us sat down around the table and started to sip on a glass of lemonade. The sun felt really nice against our nude bodies, I started to loosen up a bit and spread my legs a bit to let the rays of the sun warm my penis. It just felt good, and I got lost in the moment. I started moaning low at how good it felt to be naked and out in the back yard of our grandparents. Our grandpa suddenly broke the silence.

“Hey kids, check out your grandma’s titties. Don’t they look big and nice, like you just want to squeeze them?” I looked at my sister to guage her reaction, she didn’t say a word.

“Look at them, just hanging there all nice and juicy, there’s nothing wrong about staring at a woman’s tits, kids. If the human body is not the most natural thing in the world, then I don’t know.” I was staring intently at them now, and as if on cue, grandma started to touch her breasts. She massaged them, squeezed them and held them up for the two of us to see. Grandma had nice, natural titties. Very big with just a little hint of sagging to them. For all I cared, they were absolutely perfect, the kind of tits you were just dying to put your hands on.

I looked over at my sister, and she was staring at her grandma’s titties as well. She was licking her lips, and was moaning low. I couldn’t believe this, my sister was getting turned on by our grandma. Then again, after what happened yesterday, I can’t say I blame her.

“Would you like to touch your grandma’s tits, son?” grandpa asked me. I silently nodded my head and walked over to my grandma, without saying a word. I took one of her big tits in my hand and started to gently fondle it. Just like in my fantasies, except they felt even better than I could have possibly imagined.

“Grandpa? Can I touch them too?” Angie suddenly spoke. “Go right ahead, Angela. You’re just like your grandma I can tell, I’m sure she would like that.” Angie smiled back at her grandpa, put aside her glass of lemonade and joined me beside grandma. Without hesitating, her hand reached for her left tit, and she started to squeeze and caress it. Angela knew what she wanted, and I really liked it. My dick started to get harder and harder, I was getting turned on by my own sister. My grandma leaned back in her chair, and in seconds she was moaning and panting.

“My two grandchildren, you’re such good kids. You’re making your grannie so proud, I love your hands on my tits.” I looked over at grandpa Joe, and he was watching the two of us touching and caressing our grandma.

“You like that, don’t you kids?” he said and smiled at us. And just by looking over at my sister, who was smiling back at me, I could safely say that we both did. “Had a feeling you would, that’s why we decided to tease you like we did yesterday, to see how you’d feel about this. Looks like both of you passed the test.”

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Geschäft ist nicht gleich Geschäft – Bericht von Paul

Peter und ich hatten in den letzten Wochen ziemlich viel über Geschäftliches gesprochen. Ursprünglich war ja vereinbart, dass wir abwarten wollten, ob sich die Schocktherapie von Veronica bewährte. Nach ungefähr zwei Wochen waren Peter und ich überzeugt, dass man dieses ‘Experiment mit ungewissem Ausgang’ als gelungen betrachten konnte. Von da an war ich darauf gefasst, dass sich Peter wieder für die Frage interessieren würde, ob ich für ihn arbeiten wollte.

Mir brannte das Thema keineswegs unter den Nägeln, da ich mit meiner Situation bei der international tätigen Firma eigentlich sehr zufrieden war. Ich drängte Peter also nicht. Auch er schien einige andere Dinge im Kopf zu haben, doch eines Abends lenkte er das Gespräch auf meine Karriere bei diesem Konzern. Bald merkte ich, dass er von der Idee ausging, dass man in einer grossen Firma gewisse Erfahrungen sammeln konnte, die es so in einer kleineren Firma gar nicht geben konnte, und diese Arbeitshypothese konnte ich ihm voll bestätigen:

«Du sagst richtig ‘anders’ und das muss man zunächst völlig wertfrei sehen. Grosse Firmen haben andere Probleme als kleine, aber auch andere Chancen, und damit bieten sie ihren Mitarbeitern auch andere Chancen. Sie erfüllen übrigens aus volkswirtschaftlicher Sicht auch eine andere Rolle.» — «Davon habe ich noch nie gehört.» — «Da siehst Du gleich ein Beispiel: Die grossen Firmen können es sich leisten, ihren Kadermitarbeitern eine breite Ausbildung zukommen zu lassen, aber dafür ist diese überhaupt nicht individuell. Alle werden über einen Kamm geschoren und wie mit einer Giesskanne mit Wissen übergossen.»

Ich konnte Peter ansehen, dass ihm diese Welt, die ich nun zu beschreiben begonnen hatte, völlig fremd war.

«Hier ein Beispiel, das auf den ersten Blick überhaupt nichts mit Technologie zu tun hat, aber auf einem Technologie-Seminar von einem Nationalökonomen vorgetragen wurde. Kennst Du zufällig die Siebkurve oder Sieblinie?» — «Von der Zubereitung von Beton?» — «Genau. Wenn die Korngrössenverteilung optimal ist, bekommt man mit der minimalen Menge an Zement den maximal druckfestesten Beton.» — «Ich weiss, dass man mehr Zement braucht, wenn die kleinen Körner untervertreten sind. Das wird teuer.»

Ich nahm einen Schluck Mineralwasser, um eine Kunstpause entstehen zu lassen: «Wenn in einer Volkswirtschaft die kleinen Firmen zu wenig zahlreich sind oder zu schlecht funktionieren, leidet die Bevölkerung unter Versorgungsengpässen. Das versucht der Staat dann mittels Fördermassnamen zu korrigieren, beginnt also Subventionen auszuschütten. Dumme Staaten plagen die kleinen Firmen mit Steuern und Vorschriften. Dafür müssen sie sie mit Subventionen am Laufen halten. Zudem kommen Funktionäre und halten sie von der Arbeit ab oder versuchen ihnen gar dreinzureden.» — «Dann wandern sie an einen anderen Standort ab.» — «Genau. Das Problem haben wir hier in diesem Land zum Glück noch nicht so sehr.»

Nach einem weiteren Schluck fuhr ich fort: «Wenn umgekehrt die grossen Kaliber im Kies fehlen, wird der Beton eine geringe Tragfähigkeit aufweisen. Nun fragt sich, was das in der Analogie bedeutet: Wenn in einer Volkswirtschaft die grossen Firmen fehlen, werden keine ‘grossen’ Vorhaben realisiert werden, vor allem keine mit grossen Risiken.»

Peter schaute etwas ungläubig zu mir herüber, wie wenn er um ein Beispiel bitten würde, also fügte ich eines hinzu: «Nimm mal die Entwicklung einer Magnetschwebebahn. Das hat meines Wissens eine einzige europäische Firma einigermassen erfolgreich versucht. Ein Kunde wurde bedient und diese Bahn läuft bis zum heutigen Tag ohne Probleme. Sie gilt als das beste Transportsystem der Welt. Viele andere Kunden standen Schlange. Dann passierte wegen einer kleinen Unachtsamkeit in Unfall mit etwa zwei Dutzend Toten. Die Kunden waren weg und die Entwicklung kam zum Erliegen. Eine kleinere Firma wäre bankrott gewesen. Diese war gross genug und hat es überlebt, aber auch sie liess ab sofort die Finger von dem Thema. Auch darum herum haben nun alle Angst vor der neuen Technologie. Dabei hatte der Unfall gar nichts mit dieser zu tun. Ja, der Aufprall war wegen der höheren Geschwindigkeit vielleicht etwas gröber als das bei Pferdefuhrwerken der Fall gewesen wäre, aber eine Schnellbahn der letzten Generation hätte auch gereicht.

Je weiter weg wir schauen, desto grösser ist die Bereitschaft, einen neuen Anlauf zu machen. Vermutlich wird die nächste MagLev in Japan gebaut, oder in China, und dann wird dieses Geschäft für die Europäer definitiv verloren escort sein. Jetzt nimm mal an, die Europäer wollten das verhindern. Was bliebe ihnen übrig? Irgendwelche Politiker müssten sich zusammenraufen und mit staatlicher Unterstützung eine Weiterentwicklung in Gang bringen, mit allen bekannten Nachteilen.

Diese grossen Vorhaben haben für die daran Beteiligten natürlich ihren eigenen Reiz. An ihnen kann man Dinge lernen, die man bei kleineren Vorhaben gar nicht zu sehen bekommt.»

An dieser Stelle hob Peter die Hände in die Höhe, wie wenn er sich ergeben würde: «Das kann ich mir nicht so richtig vorstellen, denn ich habe das noch nie selbst erlebt. Kannst Du ein Beispiel aus Deiner persönlichen Erfahrung beschreiben?»

«Das grösste und interessanteste Projekt, das ich je von nahem gesehen habe, hatte damit zu tun, dass vereinfacht gesagt alle Kupferkabel durch Glasfaserkabel ersetzt werden sollten – in den nächsten dreissig Jahren oder so. Der Lieferant, der die dafür nötige Elektronik liefern könnte, würde ein ziemliches Geschäft machen. Wir sprechen von einer Grössenordnung von Milliarden pro Jahr. Ich wurde mit meinem Chef zum obersten Manager dieses Geschäftszweiges gerufen und der war ziemlich verzweifelt. Die Hardware-Entwicklung käme gut voran, aber eines der Software-Teams sei seit einem halben Jahr am Arbeiten und Resultat: Zero! Er könne mit den Hardware-Leuten gut reden, da er selbst aus der Hardware-Entwicklung komme, aber bei den Softies habe er immer das Gefühl, angelogen zu werden. Er sei sich aber bewusst, das könnte an ihm liegen.»

«Was sollten die Jungs denn entwickeln?» — «Sie sollten einfach einmal eine Spezifikation schreiben, die man in die Vernehmlassung geben konnte.» — «Und wie gross war das Budget?» — «Du wirst lachen, aber das habe ich gar nicht gefragt. Ich habe die beteiligten Leute kennengelernt. Von dem Teilprojekt – nur Spec schreiben – haben locker zehn Leute gelebt, eine Hand voll Ingenieure vollzeitlich, eine Handvoll etwa halbamtlich, davon ein paar auf Stufe Gruppenchefs und mindestens zwei Abteilungschefs waren damit befasst, möglicherweise mehr, denn es waren Personen von vier Standorten daran beteiligt. Wenn Du es genauer nehmen wolltest, müsstest Du auch noch Anteile von vier Bereichsleitern und vier Direktoren gewichten. Ich habe eine andere Frage gestellt: Was wir für ihn tun könnten? Mit den Leuten reden und hoffen, dass wir sie verstehen, einfach weil wir ja selbst in der Software-Entwicklung aufgewachsen und zwanzig Jahre jünger waren. Kostendach für die Spesen? Spesen spielen keine Rolle. Was zählt sind Ergebnisse. Also los!»

«Und konntet Ihr das Problem lösen?» — «Moment. Wir sprechen hier von einem grossen Vorhaben und Rom wurde auch nicht an einem Tag erbaut. Mein Chef war Mathematiker von Beruf. Er hat zwar Software-Entwicklungs-Projekte geleitet, aber da ging es um die Entwicklung von Compilern und ähnlichen Werkzeugprogrammen. Hier sprechen wir aber von Software, die Hardware steuern soll, die ihm nicht geheuer war. Supermodern, alles Custom-LSI, alles CAD und CAM.»

Jetzt sah ich Peter prüfend an, da ich wissen wollte, ob es ihm auch gehen würde wie meinem Chef damals, aber er antwortete locker: «Kundenspezifische hochintegrierte Schaltungen, computergestützte Entwicklung und Fertigung. Ja, das war damals Cutting Edge.»

«Mich schreckte das weniger, denn ich hatte ursprünglich als Hardware-Entwickler angefangen, zwar noch ohne alle diese neuen Dinge, aber ich hatte immer wieder etwas darüber gelesen, kannte die aktuelle Terminologie und konnte mit den Leuten reden. Hätte ich selbst solche Hardware entwickeln wollen, hätte ich noch einiges lernen müssen, aber ich sollte ja eigentlich nur zuhören, und dafür hat mein Halbwissen gereicht. Mein Chef hat dann noch organisiert, dass für uns beide eine Art Seminar veranstaltet wurde, an der die Schlüsselpersonen als Referenten aufgetreten sind und uns zu erklären versuchten, was sie taten.»

«Hatten die Freude daran?» — «Nur zum Teil. Das bedeutete natürlich zusätzliche Arbeit, aber die schlaueren wussten, dass eine solche ‘Design Review’ auch für die Entwickler selbst ganz wertvoll sein kann. Einer unserer Gastgeber hatte für solche ‘Inspektoren’ von der Konzernleitung eine typisch amerikanische Bezeichnung parat: Corporate Seagulls.» — «Möwen?» — «They fly in, they eat all your food, they shit all over your place, they fly out.»

Gelächter.

«Aber im Ernst: Eine Design Review ist dann am ergiebigsten, wenn die Besucher hilfreiche Fragen stellen können. Uns beiden war das eher weniger möglich, denn für uns war das ganze Thema ebenso neu wie für so ziemlich alle anderen auch. Ich fand am ersten Tag eigentlich nur eines heraus: Die betreffenden Normen sind quasi druckfrisch und existieren in zwei Formen, nämlich einmal amerikanisch und einmal europäisch. Die Japaner übernahmen wie üblich die amerikanischen Normen und alle anderen, also Australier, Afrikaner, Inder usw. würden sex hikaye die europäischen übernehmen. Die beiden Ausgaben waren sogar kompatibel, aber leider gab es für vieles zwei Bezeichnungen.»

«NIH?»

«Du hast es erfasst: Not Invented Here Syndrom. Die Amerikaner waren zuerst, dann haben die Europäer die Ideen angeschaut – es waren vermutlich vor allem Franzosen, weil das ETSI in Valbonne, in der Nähe von Nizza zu Hause ist. Sie haben die amerikanischen Ideen für gut befunden und mehr oder weniger fehlerfrei abgeschrieben. Sie haben aber das ‘untere Ende’ weggelassen, da so ‘langsame’ Glasfasern unterdessen nur noch belächelt wurden, also hiess bei ihnen ‘Stufe 1’, was bei den Amerikanern ‘Level 3’ war und so weiter bis hinauf zu Stufe 20, was absolut futuristisch war, denn mehr als 16 GHz konnte damals fast niemand auf der Erde beherrschen, allenfalls grobschlächtig wie im Mikrowellenofen. Aber Normen sind wie Papier, und das ist bekanntlich geduldig.»

«Das war aber noch nicht die Lösung. Wie seid Ihr dann weitergekommen.»

«Mein Chef hatte dann plötzlich etwas wichtiges irgendwo anders im Konzern zu tun und ist abgereist. Ich habe mich noch eine ganze Woche in den Räumen der Entwickler herumgetrieben. Zufällig kannte ich auch einen der Hardware-Entwickler, der im Hause nebenan für das gleiche Projekt arbeitete. Ich habe ihn und seine Frau zum Nachtessen ausgeführt – erinnere Dich, Spesen spielen keine Rolle – und dabei nicht nur eine ganze Menge über mexikanisches Essen, sondern über die Betriebskultur am betreffenden Standort gelernt. Was ich hörte, war alles problemlos. Ich hatte bis da hin ergebnislos im Heuhaufen herumgestochert. Ich konnte zwar diverse mögliche Ursachen ausschliessen, aber die Ursache nicht benennen.

Dann haben mir die Softies mitgeteilt, sie würden nun alle zu einem Meeting fliegen. Ob ich auch mitkommen wolle. Ich tat das und erfuhr an diesem Meeting in der Kaffeepause etwas, das mich weiterbrachte. Erst lernte ich von den Amerikanern einen neuen Begriff: Pearlharbouring. Gibt es meines Wissens nicht in den offiziellen Wörterbüchern. Gemeint ist ein Verhalten, das wir ‘hinterrücks’ nennen würden. Ich machte mir diverse Notizen, aber wirklich schlau wurde ich aus dem ganzen nicht.

Was ich verstand war nur das: Am Schluss eines Meetings meinten die Amerikaner, alles sei klar, aber nach etwa zwei Wochen bekamen sie ein Telex – es gab noch keine E-Mail – und dann war wieder alles ganz anders, oder zumindest verwirrend. Das Telex habe immer den gleichen dreiteiligen Aufbau, den ich mal ‘Beobachtung’, ‘Analyse’ und ‘Vorschlag’ nennen möchte. Ich schaltete immer noch nicht.

Am anderen Sonntag machte ich einen Spaziergang mit einem Kollegen aus Toulouse, den ich als Lieferantenvertreter kennen und schätzen gelernt hatte. Der war mit der französischen und mit der angelsächsischen Arbeitswelt und auch mit der Welt der Ingenieurschulen beider Kulturkreise vertraut. Plötzlich lachte er laut und unterbreitete mir eine Arbeitshypothese, die auf folgender Beobachtung beruhte: Diese Dreiteilung kannte er aus seiner eigenen Studienzeit und von seinen Studenten. Er unterrichtete teilzeitlich Software-Engineering an der Ingenieurschule in Toulouse.

Viel später recherchierte ich ein wenig und fand eine Wurzel bei der US Coast Guard. Dort wird das Completed Staff Work genannt. Heute kann das jeder bei Wikipedia und in besseren Management-Büchern nachlesen, aber damals wussten das nicht viele Leute, und wie das leicht abgewandelt an die französischen Ingenieurschulen gelangt war, ist mir bis heute nicht ganz klar geworden. Ich habe nur eine Vermutung: Etwa zehn Jahre früher hatte ich an der IDSEAD in Fontainebleau bei Paris einen Lehrer kennengelernt. Das Fach hiess ‘Corporate Behavior’ und der Mann kam von der US Coast Guard.»

Peter unterbrach mich: «War das auch einer von den Kursen, die sich Konzerne leisten?» — «Stimmt. Wer ins obere Kader kam, wurde in einen Crash-Kurs ‘MBA in two weeks’ gesteckt. Das wäre aber eine Geschichte für sich. Zurück zu meinem Spaziergang mit dem Toulouser. Dieser machte mich dann noch etwas mit Kultur und Geisteshaltung an den französischen Ingenieurschulen vertraut und so gewappnet drängte ich mich in das nächste Projektmeeting hinein, wo es immer noch keinen Entwurf für das zu schreibende Dokument gab, nur einen Entwurf für ein Inhaltsverzeichnis.»

Peter fragte: «Mussten die Franzosen an den Meetings Englisch sprechen?» — «Ja, warum?» — «Ich ahne etwas. Anfangs hatten wir bei den Indern ähnliche sprachliche Hürden beobachtet. Aber erzähl mal weiter.»

Ich nickte anerkennend. «Du hast es erfasst.»

Nach einem weiteren Schluck fuhr ich fort: «Ich war echt gespannt, wie sie auf meinen Vorschlag reagieren würden, den ich etwa so erklärte: Einige von Euch wurden so erzogen, dass sie entweder sofort ihre Einwände vorbringen oder dann ewig schweigen. Beim Heiraten formulieren sie das dann so ‘Speak nişantaşı escort Now or Forever Hold Your Piece’. Andere wurden so erzogen, dass sie erst gründlich überlegen und analysieren, dann aber vollständig ausgearbeitete Vorschläge unterbreiten. Ich habe den Verdacht, dass die Tatsache, dass Ihr an den Meetings Englisch verwendet, bei den Franzosen bewirkte, dass sie so vorgingen, was dann eben zu den Telex führte.

Ich betonte, dass das nur eine Vermutung, eine Arbeitshypothese sei. Dann war Schweigen im Raum, bis jemand sagte ‘may well be’. Bald wurde nach dem ‘wie weiter’ gefragt, was hiess, dass niemand gegen die Arbeitshypothese Einspruch erheben wollte. Einige Franzosen bestätigten sogar recht deutlich, dass sie das auch so sahen. Damit hatte ich das Team auf der Bewusstseinsstufe, die man mit ‘Wunsch nach Veränderung’ umschreiben könnte: So konnte es offensichtlich nicht weitergehen!

Jetzt schlug ich vor, alles möglichst anders zu machen als bisher. Das hiess, keine kleinen häufigen Treffen, sondern ein Arbeitslager, z.B. zwei Wochen am Stück, mit dem Ziel, danach den gewünschten Entwurf zu haben, mindestens eine Rohfassung. Gesucht war ein Host, der die benötigte Infrastruktur – Unterkunft, Büros, Konferenzraum, Computernetzwerk, Software – besorgen konnte. Die Amerikaner telefonierten kurz und sagten zu, sich darum zu kümmern. Einen Monat später reisten wir alle nach Raleigh NC, USA, wohnten alle im gleichen Hotel gleich neben der Firma, hatten ein Konferenzzimmer und einige Büros mit Arbeitsplatzrechnern für uns. Die konzernweit normierte Software – eine Art Vorgänger von Word, nur teurer (aber dafür besser) zum Erstellen von Dokumenten war installiert und der Betreuer des Computernetzwerkes stand bereit, unsere Wünsche zu erfüllen.

Jeden Morgen moderierte ich ein Briefing, eine Art Antrittsverlesen, dann bildeten sich sprachhomogene Gruppen (Deutsch, Französisch, Englisch), die je ein Kapitel bearbeiteten. Sie konnten in ihrer Sprache diskutieren, mussten ihren Beitrag aber auf Englisch abliefern. Jeden Abend um vier Uhr war alles eingecheckt und ein Operator generierte ein komplettes Dokument mit Inhaltsverzeichnis. Während dieser Zeit moderierte ich ein kleines Debriefing, das eigentlich nur der Sozialhygiene diente und dem Drucker Zeit verschaffte. Dann bekam jede Gruppe ein Exemplar ausgehändigt und hatte die ganze Nacht Zeit, dieses zu studieren. Input bitte am nächsten Morgen beim Antrittsverlesen.»

Peter meinte: «Das war ja wirklich ein Arbeitslager. Drückte da Deine Zeit beim Militär durch?» — «Ja, schon ein bisschen. Das Management sah das ganze ja als eine Art Notlage und in einer solchen ist eine Portion Disziplin nicht ganz falsch.» — «Hast Du selbst mitgeschrieben?» — «Ich schrieb selbst nur ein paar wenige Seiten, nämlich ein Glossar, das ich während des Studiums der Normen anfertigte. Den Rest der Zeit verbrachte ich mit den Chefs der Leute, die da fleissig an dem Dokument arbeiteten. Sie waren verständlicherweise neugierig auf den Mann von der Konzernzentrale, der ihre Leute zum Rotieren brachte. Sie reichten mich geradezu weiter und wedelten plötzlich mit meinem Glossar: Jetzt könnten sie selbst diese Normenhierarchie verstehen. Sie verstanden höchstens die Terminologie, aber das verschaffte ihnen ein nie gekanntes Wohlgefühl. Sie reichten mich bis zum höchsten Chef aller Entwickler am Standort weiter, einem Australier, der nur eines von mir wissen wollte: Ob ich heute Abend Zeit hätte. Beim Nachtessen wollte er dann wissen, was denn geklemmt hätte. Er war ziemlich erstaunt, zu erfahren, dass es nur am Teambuilding gescheitert war, nicht an der Technik. Die Leute hatten alles an Wissen und Können, um die Aufgabe in einigen Wochen zu erledigen, haben aber ein halbes Jahr darauf verwendet, sich zusammenzuraufen, und auch das ist ihnen nicht wirklich gelungen. Der Mann sagte dann noch etwas, was ich zunächst nicht so richtig verstand: «An iron hand in a velvet glove, and a few convincing arguments.»

Peter war immer nachdenklicher geworden, während ich erzählte: «In so einem Konzern treten tatsächlich Probleme auf, die wir Kleinen nicht kennen und vermutlich auch nicht überleben würden. Hätten sie Dich von Anfang an dabei gehabt, wäre der Job vielleicht in zwei Monaten erledigt gewesen?» — «Danke für die Blumen, aber das ist überhaupt nicht sicher. Ich hatte ja auch Glück. Beispielsweise der Spaziergang mit dem Toulouser war überhaupt nicht geplant. Wir hatten beide zufällig in der Woche davor und danach am gleichen Ort zu tun, und am Wochenende habe ich ihm eigentlich nur aus Langeweile von dem Projekt erzählt. Er hatte technisch nichts mit dem Thema am Hut. Seine Interessen lagen eher in Richtung Simulatoren und Flugzeugbau, Toulouse eben, aber die Normen des ETSI konnten ihm gestohlen bleiben.» — «Aber der Trick mit dem Glossar war von Dir, nicht vom Toulouser.» — «Stimmt. Mir war die Bedeutung eines projektspezifischen Glossars schon von früheren Projekten her klar. Übrigens kannst Du ein fast gleichwertiges Dokument heute auf dem Internet wiederfinden.»

Wir einigten uns dann darauf, dass Peter mich nicht einstellen würde. So eine ‘Spielwiese’ könnte mir ein kleiner Betrieb nicht bieten. Er würde aber gerne hin und wieder meinen Rat hören.

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Hippie Hollow is the only “official” clothing-optional public park in Texas. It’s a narrow strip of land on the north shore of Lake Travis, 12 miles west of Austin in the Texas Hill Country, which has attracted naked swimmers and sunbathers since the 1950s. Most of the area is a steep hillside which drops abruptly to the rocky shoreline. The rugged tree-covered terrain makes the park seem much larger than its actual size.

I paid the entrance fee and drove to the east end of the parking lot, far away from the attendant’s booth. I removed my shorts and tank top and strapped on the army surplus web belt supporting my canteen and the pouches holding my car keys and supplies. After tightening the laces on my hiking boots, I started down the trail, passing the sign which read, “NOTICE! Nude swimming or sunbathing may be occurring beyond this point. Consult attendant for details of statutes regarding nudity.”

Hippie Hollow has two main trails. The high trail skims the ridge, terminating at the chain link fence which separates the park from private land. Since it was National Nude Day, I decided to take the low trail, down near the water.

The two west coves, where the rocks slope down into the water, were even more crowded with heterosexual nudists than usual for a beautiful sunny July day. I admired the bronzed bare male and female bodies as I walked along the trail. The shoreline grew more rugged as I continued east. Queen’s Point, the east tip of the third cove, has 20-foot limestone cliffs. The heavily wooded hillside above Queen’s Point is the best outdoor gay cruising area in Texas.

When I reached the end of the low trail at Queen’s point, I saw that area was unusually crowded as well. Several men were looking down toward the water. I moved to the edge of the cliff to see what was happening.

There was a naked girl standing on a rocky ledge just above the lake surface. Her head was tilted back and she was leaning against a rock as if she was posing for a photograph. She was obviously a college student in her early twenties, but she looked like a “Playboy” model. Her wind-tossed blonde hair was shoulder length and curled as if she’d just walked out of the beauty parlor. She had the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen at Hippie Hollow. They were large and firm, almost perfectly conical, without a hint of sag. Her abundant nipples were a uniform dark brown. The rest of her body was full without having an ounce of extra weight. She had a slender waist, full hips, long muscular legs and smooth well-rounded buttocks.

As I moved to get a better view, I realized she WAS posing. A boy her age was standing on the ledge with an elaborate camera. He was wearing a T-shirt and baggy shorts. “That’s really hot Angela,” I heard him say. “Bend forward a little and look straight towards me.”

“Okay Bobby,” she said, leaning toward him and cupping her breasts. “How’s this?”

“Perfect,” he answered, quickly snapping several shots. “Now put your hands down. Great!” He continued shooting and instructing her to move into various positions. She turned so her butt was facing the camera and he took several more pictures. I wondered if the photo session was just for their enjoyment or if they were going to submit the pictures to some contest.

Bobby shot an entire roll of film as Angela assumed various poses. After reloading the camera, he said “I’d like your nipples hard for the next series.”

“Okay,” she answered, moving her hands to her breasts. “I’ll play with them.”

“I have a better idea,” he said, stepping forward and bending to kiss her breasts. My cock was stirring as I watched the action on the ledge below. I glanced at the other watching men. Several had erections.

“That’s perfect,” Bobby finally said, moving away from Angela and bringing the camera up. “Now pinch them . . . Yeah, that’s so hot . . . Pull on them . . . Good . . . Turn a little to the side, pull harder . . . Now the other way . . . You’re so beautiful! . . . Lean back against the rock . . . a little more . . . arch your back . . . open your legs wider . . . Oh! That’s dirty! . . . A little more . . . Yeah! Shit! I have to reload again.”

While he worked on the camera, she put on a skin-tight blouse with short sleeves and a high neck. It was made of a filmy gray fabric which did nothing to hide her magnificent body. After he’d taken more pictures, he handed her a pair of translucent black panties. She did a reverse strip tease, gradually pulling the panties up, as he continued shooting. “I’ve only got a dozen shots left,” he finally said. “Let’s do the blue jeans.” Angela continued the reverse strip. When Bobby had finished the roll, she was standing barefoot on the rocks, wearing skin tight jeans, the translucent blouse and a blue denim vest.

They disappeared from view. When I saw them again, they had climbed up to the rocks. Angela was wearing sneakers and Bobby had a small knapsack on his back. What they did next surprised me. Rather than taking the low trail, they began küçükbakkalköy escort climbing the hill. As soon as they were hidden by the trees, I followed them.

When I was a third of the way up the hill, I heard giggling. Using the bushes for cover and moving as quietly as possible, I continued forward. Angela and Bobby were standing in a small clearing, about ten feet away from me. She had her hands on his hips and he was fondling her breasts through the sheer fabric of her blouse. They began French kissing. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled his body to hers. He kneaded her buttocks as they ground their crotches together.

My penis, already erect, grew even stiffer when she pulled her mouth away from his and growled seductively, “You’ve got something in your pants. I want to see it.” She dropped to her knees, opened his baggy shorts and reached inside. His cock was slender but amazingly long, at least seven inches. It curved upward in a distinct arc and was crowned with a large mushroom head.

Angela kissed the tip delicately, then ran her tongue down the shaft to Bobby’s big swinging balls. His penis was visibly throbbing as she licked and sucked his testicles, taking one ball into her mouth, then the other and finally both. I wrapped my hand around my own cock, then took it away. I was so excited I was afraid I’d shoot within seconds if I started stroking myself.

“God, Angela!” Bobby gasped. “It feels so good when you suck my nuts.” She let his balls escape from her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock head. He was moaning with pleasure and stroking her hair as she continued sucking him. “No more,” he finally said, gently pulling away. He opened the knapsack, removed a thin blanket and spread it on the ground. They stripped quickly. A moment later, she was lying on her back with him straddling her hips, bending over to kiss her beautifully sculpted breasts.

Several minutes later, he moved down her body and I gazed in awe at her swollen areolae and nipples. I realized I was slowly stroking my penis again, but decided I wasn’t going to cum too quickly. Bobby opened Angela’s legs, put his head between her spread thighs and started running his tongue up and down her already-swollen slit.

I started to move sideways to get a better viewing angle and bumped into another man. I’d been so intent on watching the couple in the clearing, I hadn’t even noticed him come up. A quick glance showed he was a handsome Hispanic, almost my height, with a long thick dick.

Angela placed her fingers on either side of her vulva and pulled herself open. Bobby instantly plunged his tongue into her depths. “Oh Bobby,” she whispered a few seconds later. “That’s so good!” She seemed to be approaching orgasm rapidly, writhing on the blanket as Bobby continued eating her out.

Suddenly, Angela propped herself up on one elbow and pointed directly at me and the Hispanic man. “You men come here,” she commanded. “Come watch Bobby fuck me.” She looked around the clearing. “The rest of you too,” she added. “Come and get a good look.”

I hesitated for an instant. Was she angry or truly serious? Her excitement was unmistakable. Angela really was getting off at being watched. I dropped my web belt and took a step forward. The Hispanic man was frozen in place, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him along. We sank to our knees on the blanket, kneeling on either side of Angela’s head. Several other men emerged from the shadows and formed a rough circle around the couple.

Bobby was freaked out. He’d lifted his head from Angela’s crotch and was looking around at all the men with a classic “deer in the headlights” expression. “Look what Bobby’s done,” Angela purred, lifting her legs to twist her pelvis upward and sliding two fingers into her pussy. She withdrew her fingers, gleaming with her juices, and held them up in the air. I caught her hand in mine and guided it to my lips. The slippery fluid was delicious.

“I’m surrounded by cocks, but Bobby’s is the best,” Angela said. “Come on Bobby,” she continued. “Show them what a great fucker you are.”

He looked around the circle again. A sudden grin transformed his rather ordinary features into a devil mask. “Yeah, baby,” he said. “I’m the luckiest man on earth.” He guided his cock into position and took her with one smooth stroke. “What’s it like, Angela?” he asked. “Tell the guys.”

“Oh God, Bobby!” she gasped, “Your big beautiful cock is all the way up my snatch and your balls are pressing against my pussy lips. You ate me until I was all hot and wet, then you drove your big pole and wide head right up me. Do you like the way I’m gripping your shaft? I know you do. Now work it, Bobby. Give me the nice hard fucking I need while all these men watch and beat their meat.”

“Yeah, guys,” Bobby said as he began slowly thrusting into Angela’s body. “I’ll bet you wish you were sticking your pricks up Angela’s sweet hot cunt, like I’m moda escort doing.”

I was startled when Angela reached up, catching my penis with one hand and the Hispanic man’s with the other. “I’m going to play with your cocks while I get the fucking of a lifetime,” she whispered seductively. “Come on men,” she continued, a little louder. “Feel me up while Bobby drives his big hard tool into my pussy.”

I put my hand on the breast closest to me and began gently kneading it. It was firmer than any other breast I’d ever felt. Her already-swollen nipple was growing even harder under my palm. I pinched and twisted her nipple, gently at first, then more roughly. The Hispanic man was copying my every move. The other men began rubbing their hands over Angela’s body. When one of them began caressing Bobby’s thigh, Bobby firmly pushed it away. “I’m not into guys,” he said.

“Can I play with you?” a deep rich voice growled. The speaker was a tall muscular black woman with large breasts and broad thighs. I’d been so focused on Angela and Bobby, I hadn’t seen her approach. Without waiting for an answer, the black “Amazon” planted a foot on either side of Angela’s waist, put a large hand on the back of Bobby’s head and pulled his face into her crotch.

Several of the men turned their attention from Angela to Amazon, fondling her breasts and buttocks. “Yeah! That’s right!” she exclaimed. “Feel me up while the white boy eats my pussy.” She gasped and her body shook slightly. “Damn boy! You really do that good. You’re almost as fine as my ‘Stud’ man!” A big black man, even taller and more muscular than Amazon, moved behind Bobby and began kissing Amazon passionately.

Although sandwiched between the two beautiful blacks, Bobby continued plowing Angela’s cunt and licking Amazon’s snatch. He didn’t seem to mind Stud’s stiff cock pressing against his back.

“Oh! Wow!” Angela gasped. She was almost delirious from the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing. “Oh Bobby! Oh! I’m going to cum!” Two of the masturbating men sprayed thick hot juice on her torso as she thrashed on the blanket.

“I’ll bet white boy’s getting close, too,” Amazon said. “Move over, Stud.” She pulled away from Bobby’s mouth and positioned herself behind him, pressing her breasts against his back and reaching between his legs. “Yeah, your balls are tight,” she observed. “Shoot a big load in the white girl’s tight little pussy.” Bobby was ramming Angela frantically, obviously only a few thrusts away from climax.”

“No Bobby,” Angela protested, glaring defiantly at Amazon. “Pull out and spray my tits. Really show them what you’ve got.”

“You heard the lady,” Amazon said, slapping Bobby’s butt. The cracking sound of the impact was as loud as a pistol shot. “Get your nut, the way she wants you to give it up. Now!”

Cum burst from the head of Bobby’s throbbing cock as he pulled it out of Angela’s body. The first pulse struck Angela’s face. The next three landed between her breasts. So far, he hadn’t touched his penis. Now, he grabbed his shaft and began stroking frantically, spraying even more cream onto Angela’s tits. Finally spent, he sank back into a kneeling position between Angela’s thighs, gasping for breath.

“Damn, that was a good show!” Amazon exclaimed, bending down to give Bobby a long open-mouth kiss. “You were good too, white girl!” she continued, planting an equally long and intense soul kiss on Angela.

Amazon and Stud were the first to leave. The circle around Bobby and Angela dissolved and the men began drifting away. Several of them were wiping cum off their cocks. Surprisingly, neither the Hispanic man nor I had climaxed. He followed me as I went back to the edge of the clearing to retrieve my web belt. Bobby wiped the sticky juice off Angela’s chest with the blanket. They dressed quickly, packed the blanket in the knapsack and left. I gawked at Angela’s departing butt, once again encased in tight-fitting blue denim, as she and Bobby walked up the hill. Just before they disappeared into the trees, she turned and blew me a kiss.

Suddenly realizing I was thirsty, I lifted the canteen and gulped water. The Hispanic man was watching me. “Want some?” I asked, holding the canteen out.

“Sure,” he replied. “I’ve never seen anything like that before,” he said when he’d finished drinking. “Have you?”

“Last year, I saw a man and woman fucking near here. A few guys were watching them and beating off, but it didn’t get nearly as wild as this.”

“Thanks for the water,” he said. His erection had subsided, but I noticed his penis was stirring again. “My name’s Enrique,” he said, holding out his hand, “but I usually go by Henry.”

“Hi, Henry,” I responded, taking his hand. “I’m Ken.” The slight physical contact caused my cock, which had only softened slightly, to snap to full attention. Henry was stiffening rapidly too. “That was quite a show, but I’ll bet you really came for this,” I said, wrapping ağva escort my fingers around his swollen shaft.”

“You know I wasn’t up here looking for girls,” Henry responded, taking my penis in his hand and starting to stroke it. He was rubbing his thumb and index finger over my cock head, which was already slick with pre-cum, as he slowly moved his fingers up and down my shaft. He took my balls in his other hand, gently squeezing and relaxing his grip in time with his stroking my dick.

Henry’s uncircumcised cock was shorter than mine, but considerably thicker. I gripped his foreskin and rubbed it back and forth over his glans.

“That’s right, play with each other’s cocks,” a deep voice commanded. Henry and I spun around, startled. The man who had spoken was tall, at least 6’4″, broad and muscular. His skin was tanned a uniform brown and he was bald on top with his dark hair trimmed extremely short on the sides. His thick cock was over eight inches long and he had gigantic balls, hanging a long way down from his body.

Still holding each other’s genitals, Henry and I approached the “Big Man.” When we were about six feet away he said, “No. I just want to watch.” Standing up the steep hill from Henry and me, his feet were two feet above ours and he towered over us like a giant. Although proportional to his body, Big Man’s penis looked gigantic. It was already erect and standing out at a 45 degree angle from his body.

Big Man looked directly at Henry. “Get down on your knees and suck that man’s cock,” he commanded. As he spoke, he wrapped a huge hand around his massive rod and started stroking. His fingers didn’t quite close around his girth.

Henry sank to a kneeling position, wrapped his lips around my coronal ridge and stroked my glans with his tongue, while continuing to grip my shaft and knead my testicles. “Yeah,” Big Man said. “Jack his big piece of man-meat while you suck his cock-head.”

“Lick the juice coming out of his piss-slit,” Big Man ordered when Henry pulled his mouth away from my penis and probed my tip with his outstretched tongue.

“So you like that?” Henry said. “Well, just watch this.” In one quick motion, he swallowed my entire length. Although nowhere near Big Man’s size, I’m reasonably well-endowed and it was an impressive feat of deep-throating.

“That’s so good,” I gasped as Henry worked my cock with his hot mouth, sliding his lips up and down my shaft and caressing my tip with his tongue. After several minutes, I asked, “Do you want to me to shoot in your mouth?”

“No,” Henry answered. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Good!” Big Man echoed. “Ram that big pecker up his tight little asshole.”

“I’ll fuck Henry’s butt,” I said, “but I’m going to play with his sexy uncut cock first.” He stood up and I fell to my knees, gripping his shaft and pulling his foreskin up as far over his cock-head as it would go. I forced my tongue between his hood and glans and began stimulating him with a slow circular motion. The sensations quickly became too much for Henry. He began thrusting rapidly into my mouth, pushing himself rapidly toward orgasm.

My world had narrowed to the driving cock fucking my face. I was eagerly anticipating the taste and feel of Henry gushing in my mouth. “Stop!” Big Man thundered. “Don’t just suck him off! Fuck him!” I pulled away. Henry’s penis was throbbing, but I’d stopped just before he reached the point of no return.

Henry stood still, gasping for breath, for over a minute as he regained control. “Here,” he said, fumbling in the little tote bag he’d been carrying. “I’ve got some suntan lotion. We can use that.”

“No, I’ve got something better,” I answered, retrieving my web belt and removing a little bottle of lubricant from one of the pouches.

“Bend over and spread those butt cheeks,” Big Man commanded. Henry complied instantly as I applied a thin line of lubricant to my extended index finger. “Grease his tight little fuck hole,” Big Man continued. I placed my fingertip at the center of Henry’s exposed rosebud and applied gentle pressure. He opened effortlessly and the entire length of my finger slid smoothly into him.

“He’s a great big ass slut,” Big Man commented. “He’s ready for you to shove your big cock right up his asshole. Give him what he wants, right now!”

“Is that right, Henry?” I asked as I squirted lubricant into the palm of my hand and ran it over my erect penis. “Are you ready for me to fuck you good and hard?”

“Yeah, Ken,” Henry answered. “Ram it up my ass. I’m ready for you.”

I delayed for a moment and reached around Henry’s body to caress his penis, transferring the remaining lubricant on my hand to his stiff pole. “You better be a butt slut,” I growled as I pressed my cock head against his anal entrance. “If you’re not, I’m going to tear you wide open.”

“Do it now!” Big Man shouted, staring at my cock pressed between Henry’s butt cheeks. “Hurt the dirty whore!”

“Fuck me now,” Henry begged. “Hurt me! Please!” He screamed as I violently drove my length into him, slamming my balls against his buttocks. “That’s so good,” he whispered, so softly I could barely hear him. I slowly withdrew until my tip was barely kissing the center of his hot brown rosebud, paused for a long moment, then rammed my cock home again. “Nooooo!” Henry screamed. “That hurts too much! Stop!”

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