Orson and Mircea

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The first time they met secretly in his tower, they were all over each other within minutes. The wizard’s robes came off. The barmaid’s dress came up. And inhibitions went out the high open windows.

But it was as things progressed in the relationship of Orson the Wizard and Mircea the Voluptuous that things became…. intense. There was little love between the two of them. Yet the limits to their passion were virtually non-existent. It soon became that they could not live a day without falling into each other arms at some point, in some secret place.

When Orson’s elderly housekeep became suspicious about another man’s wife coming over so often, the couple moved to the woods. When the local hunters began to complain about strange noises in the grove at odd hours, they moved even further. With Orson’s great powers they traveled to lands far from their own. And with his vast knowledge of realms and magicks, they found things that other lusty couples could not find.

A time sometimes comes in a couple’s relationship when they find they want to explore each other…and someone else. This time came to Mircea and Orson, and they were excited. But with the reputations each had, whom could they possibly involve in such an escapade?

And so it came that they found the nymph.

One day, while lovemaking in a scrub of low bushes, they heard her song. As they looked over in the direction of the sweet noise, there she sat against the trees lining a pond in the forest the two lovers had found respite in for the day.

She was not much taller than Mircea, and slighter than the red-haired barmaid. It was evident in her bones, her slender frame. She could not compare to the curvaceous Mircea when it came to womanly form. But there was something otherworldly about her, and it was that which attracted Orson to her. When he gazed upon her eyes, so blue and flowing as if they were an extension of the clear sky, when he took in her hair, white as the lotus flowers and water lilies… his member became hard all over again. And anything that had that reaction in the wizard automatically intrigued the buxom barmaid.

The next step would be to convince the nymph to become amorous with the couple. Orson had every intention of fulfilling his every fantasy with Mircea for as long as he could, for as long as he found her haunting his dreams with her red hair and green eyes. And this nymph was a possibly fleeting addition, but still, something he would like to pursue.

Mircea knew little about nymphs. She knew much about men, though. She suggested to Orson that perhaps if the nymph came across the couple “accidentally”, and had a moment to watch them in their…affairs? Perhaps then she might take interest. After all, how could even a magickal nymph deny the allure that Orson seemed born with?

For a wizard, he was rather attractive. Many of the girls had lusted for him before he had decided on Mircea. He was not tall enough to be intimidating to the women, and he was thick enough to not be mistaken for a woman in his long flowing robes. It was his gaze that changed most women’s minds though. With his hazel eyes, his face could take on the coldest, cruelest of looks. And with a woman like Mircea in his bed, whom all knew had extreme tastes in pleasure….all other women of the kingdom shuddered and thought twice before batting eyes at this wizard.

And so it was that Orson and Mircea arranged to return to the pond side. Mircea’s farmer husband was out farming, of course. Since his wife could bear no children, he thought little of her anymore, and did not bother himself with her affairs as long as his meal was on the table when he was done and his mead was free at the bar she worked at.

Orson brought them back to the forest via his flying carpet. He thrilled at the shivers that went through Mircea’s soft and curved body as she clung to the edge of the red Persian rug, her bodice showing off much of her cleavage and the chill wind causing her large nipples to harden easily.

When they landed, he almost forgot their reason for being there. Instead he busied himself with undressing Mircea, ruthlessly tossing her clothing to the side as he brought her heavy breasts to his lips.

Mircea always thrilled with every bit of attention visited upon her by Orson’s lips and fingers. As his hands cupped her breasts and his mouth teased the hard nipples of her breasts, she placed her hands on his head, encouraging his kisses as her head tilted back and her freed hair flowed down over her behind.

Orson suddenly upended Mircea, and she fell onto the soft moss of the pond side. Unable to resist anymore, Orson began to lick and lap his way down to her puss. It seemed to beckon to him with its strong musk scent. And it was nothing for his tongue to quickly slide between the well-wetted lips and thrust into Mircea deeply. His reward? Her excited squeeze with her thighs around his head and shoulders, making him thrust deeper and deeper.

It was then that they realized at the same time that they were being watched, after all. Neither had thought of the şehitkamil escort nymph from the minute they landed until now.

With her legs around Orson’s head and shoulders, and with his tongue deep within the walls of Mircea’s privacy, the couple turned their eyes without moving their heads and looked into the nearby trees.

There she stood, motionless, almost as if mimicking a tree herself. Her pale skin had a tint of green to it. Her white hair was long, thin, and shining. And she was quite nude.

Mircea felt herself blush, but relaxed herself as Orson’s tongue continued its endeavors in her puss. He was so skilled, she could not stop feeling what he always made her feel when he kissed her the deepest. She lay back against the soft moss, pulling her thick hair out above her head halo-like, her eyes never leaving those of the nymph’s.

Orson was not sure of anything anymore. Always when he tasted of Mircea, he found he could not stop until he made her cum, until he made her flow. He licked and lapped at her, vigorously, insistently.

And soon he was rewarded as Mircea closed her eyes and shuddered in a mild orgasm.

Orson looked slowly and carefully over to where the nymph stood. He was sure she had moved closer. And she seemed entranced. Her eyes roved over Mircea’s voluptuous form, moving from the woman’s slightly flushed face down to where her legs were draped over the wizard’s shoulders. Orson took Mircea’s legs and spread them, easily, carefully. And he was right. The nymph’s gaze wandered quickly to between Mircea’s thighs, looking at her dripping puss.

On cue, Mircea moved her fingers down her belly, careful not to move too fast and startle the nymph. With two fingers, she parted her puss and sighed as a sudden cool breeze wafted over her swollen lips.

At the sound of Mircea’s soft moaning sigh, the nymph moved forward. Orson slowly backed away from Mircea, moving to sit cross-legged on the red rug that sat now still and flightless on the edge of the pond. Mircea closed her eyes and began to massage her puss with her fingers. Her soft moans seemed to draw the nymph to her, and soon, the girl was kneeling between Mircea’s bare feet, a thin hand on the woman’s knee, staring intently at the moving fingers and swollen lips.

Mircea kept her eyes closed as the nymph’s hand moved up her leg. The touch of the magickal being was cool, yet warm, almost shifting with the wind. The fingers crept upwards, and Mircea felt herself become even wetter in anticipation. She pulled her own hand away from her puss, and found it happily replaced by the nymph’s long fingers. Mircea lifted her hand to her mouth, and lapped at herself, tasting herself from her fingers. And the nymph’s eyes followed her every movement. And Orson’s followed the nymph’s.

Then the nymph moved her body up over Mircea’s. Her long slender form lay easily on the softer heavier body of the other woman, moving farther up, but keeping that one hand working on Mircea’s puss. Orson moved his robes from off of his legs, exposing his long groin muscle to the breeze, and beginning to stroke at himself. He shifted slightly to watch the long fingers of the nymph as they moved over and in and out of Mircea’s very slick puss.

Mircea opened her eyes as the nymph drew nearer. She looked nervously up into the ethereal gaze of the other girl, then was very surprised as the sweet angular face dipped down to kiss her full on the mouth, deeply.

This girl had kissed a woman before. Only a woman knows how to kiss a woman, and this nymph knew how to draw a kiss into a touching of spirits, of souls. Her tongue easily parted Mircea’s lips, and lay against the other woman’s tongue for but a moment, letting the two meet and greet, before exploring gently around the crevices of Mircea’s mouth. As the nymph kissed her, she realized that that sweet tongue was pantomiming the long fingers, thrusting over her tongue as the nymph’s middle finger thrust into her spasming puss.

Before she knew it, the nymph was holding her in a close embrace as she came a second time within a quarter of an hour.

Orson watched, slowly stroking himself and grinning. Mircea’s idea had worked, and he would have to write that down in his books. Some nymphs were lured by sexual acts. He felt himself throb in his palm as Mircea shuddered again in a second orgasm, the nymph’s long body over hers, the other’s long fingers exploring her spasming puss. To watch his lover writhing in the arms of another made him shiver.

It was then that the nymph turned to him with a most quizzical look on her face. Gently, she placed the still trembling woman back down on the moss. She turned her full attention to Orson, looking from his slow hand up to his face. It would seem from her look she knew not what a man was, nor what Orson was about. Boldly, Orson continued.

The nymph moved closer. She sniffed the air ferally, then moved in close to Orson’s bare legs. The wizard leaned back, releasing his member and letting it flop to the side to land on his thigh. şehzadeler escort

Closer crept the nymph. And behind her, Mircea had raised to her kneels and crept up behind the girl, grinning like a Cheshire cat over her shoulder at Orson.

With a slow hand, the nymph reached out and stroked the tips of her fingers over Orson’s hard cock. It bounced lightly, and he gasped, his eyes closing from the subtle pleasure of the touch.

He had only had Mircea as a lover for the longest time. To have a stranger touch him so intimately, it was a maddening feeling.

Again, the nymph stroked him, her eyes on his face. And again, his cock jumped and he moaned. She picked the cock up in one hand, moving up so she knelt above Orson. He dared to open his eyes and found himself lost in that forever-blue gaze. As the nymph began to stroke his cock, the wizard looked at her, hungrily.

Mircea moved up to her knees behind the nymph, her fingers carefully moving around the nymph’s waist. The eyes of the nymph squinted, and she looked over her shoulder at Mircea, looked fully into the other woman’s face.

This was the moment that would make or break this scenario. In an instant the nymph could panic and possibly call down the forces of the gods, one of which was surely her father or mother, to smite the lusty couple and end all their further adventures. It was a chance these two had risked, knowingly.

But the nymph did not do this.

Instead, she leaned back against Mircea, turning her eyes back to Orson’s face. With great courage, Orson moved up on his knees himself, facing both Mircea and the nymph she now hugged loosely around the hips. He moved his eyes down the slender form, taking in the small pert breasts, and reached out his hands to lift them. He dragged a thumb over each of the nipples, and the nymph sighed soft as the wind. He brought his mouth down to one of the breasts. It was so round that he could almost take the entirety of it into his mouth. But instead he teased at the breast, tugging on the dark almost green areola. Then Orson leaned back to watch her face as he boldly moved his fingers.

Lower, down her sides, they trailed. And Mircea’s followed. He parted the puss lips of the nymph with one finger, moving it against her budding clit. Both of Mircea’s hands moved to the nymph’s privacy, opening her up.

Orson could feel the readiness of the nymph, could feel her slick wetness. And he could not contain himself.

He moved forward. And his lover knew his thoughts and intuitively held the nymph tightly, lifting the girl up slightly as Orson jockeyed his cock into position. The nymph looked up at him and he felt himself swim in her gaze as he entered her, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him into her mouth.

His incredibly long cock met with no resistance as he entered the girl. And she easily adjusted herself, tight around his shaft. It almost felt that she milked him as her kiss quickened, sucking on his lips as her puss sucked on his cock. He barely moved at all, yet within minutes, he was groaning wildly into her mouth and cumming inside her.

Mircea moved her hands around the nymph to hold Orson close, making the embrace one shared by three. Slowly, Orson pulled himself from the girl he had just fucked without fucking, and gasped as the chill breeze struck the warm shaft.

Mircea released her hold on him and let him fall back, smiling and moving around the nymph to take Orson’s slickness into her mouth. She knew that if she were quick, he would not loose his desire and lust, and that soon enough the fires of his passion would be rekindled.

The nymph watched as Mircea licked from the base of Orson’s cock to the head and circled it lazily with her tongue before making her way back down again. Realizing she had a viewing audience, Mircea moved slightly off to the side and made eye contact with the nymph as her tongue lapped at Orson. He sighed, and his cock began to respond, growing larger once more.

Intrigued, the nymph leaned over Orson’s thighs, and flicked her tongue at the cock. It tasted odd, apparently, for she turned curious eyes to Mircea, who continued to suckle.

Soon it became what was the nymph’s preference. As Mircea licked at Orson’s cock, the nymph licked at Mircea’s tongue, as if cleaning it. Teasingly, Mircea would flee the girl’s tongue, making her trail after Mircea’s and over Orson’s cock. His groin became a playground. Mircea moved her mouth over his sack and balls, pressing at them and tickling them, and the nymph followed willingly. Soon, she was trailing up his belly, up his chest and to his mouth.

Mircea kissed Orson deeply, then looked at the nymph as if it were her turn. The nymph leaned forward, but instead of kissing Orson, she pulled Mircea close with a hand on the back of the red-head’s hair and kissed her deeply, finally capturing that tongue.

Orson didn’t actually mind. The sight of two women kissing above his own mouth was exciting. He was completely surprised when the nymph drew Mircea selçuklu escort up and placed a long hand on the girl’s behind, placing both their pussies above Orson’s chest. He could not resist…

With great care, Orson maneuvered his mouth closer and closer. Neither girl seemed to be paying him any attention. Mircea seemed to thoroughly enjoy the kisses the nymph kept drawing her into. Slowly, their bodies pressed together, and it took great care for Orson to position himself. But finally he managed to have it so that his outreached tongue could flick alternately at each of their puss lips. He did so, vigorously, snakelike, licking back and forth between them, twisting his tongue up into one, and then into the other.

Mircea could fell the wizard’s quick tongue dancing over her lips, and was reveling in the mouth of the nymph. But she found she was hungry. And she wanted more.

Slowly, Mircea worked her mouth away from that of the nymph. She pushed the girl back onto the moss. From where she now knelt, rubbing the insides of the nymph’s thighs up and down, and looking down on the slender and nubile body of the nymph, the other girl almost seemed visibly green.

It made no difference though. Mircea wanted to taste her. She lowered herself to the girl’s pubis, nuzzling over and through the soft skin and hair.

Orson watched as Mircea pushed the nymph back and then bent down over the girl’s puss. He had heard stories about the barmaid during their time together. Many of those stories had involved quite a few lordly ladies from the castle. Now as he watched Mircea expertly begin to seduce the nymph’s sweet puss, he knew they were clearly true stories.

The woman’s curved body bent in half as she moved her face lower and parted one set of lips with her own. Orson ran his hand along Mircea’s spine, over the creamy white skin and down over the rounded rump. Spontaneously, he began to caress one of her cheeks, and then found his fingers irresistibly drawn down into the dark crevice.

Mircea moaned quietly into the nymph’s darkness as Orson caressed her and finally let his fingers seek her own wet puss. As his fingers slid tenderly along her slit, she opened the nymph up with her tongue, sliding one careful finger up and down. She moved her tongue up along the inside of one tender lip, shivering as the nymph gave a small moan of excitement. Orson’s fingers entered her suddenly, going deep, and she mimicked his movements on the nymph with her tongue, forcing it into the tight wet hole and twisting it. She moved her face against the puss, and the lips parted around her mouth. Her hands were now free to grasp at the small muscular ass and lift the girl into her face. She smelled like fresh grass and wild flowers, and Mircea licked at her, lapping in her wetness.

Orson watched as much as he could. But soon, his cock was demanding, and Mircea’s puss was hungry, so wet and hot. He could not resist anything that came to his mind this day. He moved himself behind his lover, and began to pump in and out of her familiar hole, thrusting deeply, burying himself to the base. His every movement caused his balls to slap against Mircea, and he knew she loved that part. She loved everything he did. It was all more than the nothing her oft-drunk husband gave her. And as he pushed himself deeper, he was pushing his lover’s face harder into that nymph’s puss, making them both wriggle. He loved that part best.

Mircea could feel the nymph ready to cum. But that was just from the ministrations of her tongue over the clitoris. She flicked at its hardness, and let the nymph gush slightly in a small, quick orgasm, letting the other girl savor it for a few moments before diving back into her puss with her tongue. But now she added a finger, sliding it inside the girl’s tightness, causing her to stretch slightly. In and out tongue and finger went, in and out, in and out. Mircea twisted both, and felt the nymph squirm.

The wizard felt like he was about to explode. But it was then that another thought occurred to him, another idea. It had been some time, too, since last he had indulged himself so.

Carefully, he pried Mircea’s large ass cheeks apart, eyeing her wrinkled hole. The head of his cock literally jumped out of her puss at the idea, landing against that hole. He watched her puss juice drip from his head onto her ass, and he found himself drooling. And Orson watched himself slowly open her up with the swollen and juice-slicked head of his cock, watched her stretch to take him in, and watched himself disappear. Quickly, mercilessly, he thrust himself all the way in, burying himself deeply before she could object.

Not that Mircea was prone to doing such.

As Orson’s cock head had begun to press against her tight ass, she had gotten ideas of her own. Her free hand had snaked up over the nymph’s belly, reaching up to pinch at one of the nipples, twisting it almost painfully. Her tongue slid away from her fingers, and she put a second digit inside the tight puss, stroking the walls with her fingers. Her tongue had traveled lower, to nether regions. And now it flicked hot and hungrily over the nymph’s sweet behind. As Orson pressed himself slowly inside, Mircea moaned over the nymph’s ass, and the nymph spread her thighs wider. Mircea slid her tongue slowly inside the nymph, twisting once more, her tongue wet with puss juice and lubricating the walls.

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Day 8 — December 30.

I think we fell asleep about 2 or so. I’m not really sure. The alarm went off at 6 and I reset it for 7:15. I told Marti I was going to meet Cheryl at the gym. She said she’d come with me. We fell back to sleep until 7:15 and got up and went to the gym. Marti was sore enough and tired enough that she wasn’t up for early morning sex. I wasn’t sure if we’d have another chance before we left, but what the hell.

We got to the gym and Marti took her place on the recumbent bike again. I warmed up and watched Cheryl’s ass as she did her leg workout, between abductions, adductions, leg extensions, etc., I was getting really horny, especially after no morning sex with Marti. It was back and bi day for me, so I started with weighted pull ups, then rows. I looked over at Cheryl periodically and we’d exchange looks in the mirrors. Oh, my god, she was doing Romanian dead lifts. I was thinking naughty thoughts for sure then. Every time she lowered the weight I imagined ramming my cock into her from behind. She noticed me looking in the mirror and wiggled her ass every time she lowered the weight.

Chuck came in and flirted with Marti. Jackie and Brian came in and Brian stopped by to see Marti and then went to work out with his wife. Jackie came over to me briefly to tell me that she was sorry she and I didn’t have more time last night, but that she did enjoy the hot tub.

Jennifer came in to work out as well and stopped by to say hello. She also said hello to Chuck and Marti on the recumbent bikes.

It was after 9 by the time we left the gym. About all we had time for was breakfast then a few hours to pack, say final good-byes or maybe a walk along the beach. After breakfast we returned to our room to pack, then decide what to do.

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We had about three hours before we had to leave. Marti was completely packed and ready to go except for a change of clothes. We went out by the pool and she was obviously showing off. She had on a white bikini that she said she wasn’t sure if she was going to wear on the trip because it became almost transparent when wet. She was also saying good bye to a number of the couples we had met even briefly during the week. She went in the pool to get wet and she was clearly showing off. Greg and Bill were in the pool so she went over and talked to them. She gave them both kisses and I thought she might be rubbing their cocks under the water. She gave the same treatment to a couple of other guys she had danced with and fucked in the initial gangbang. She wasn’t being shy. I wasn’t really sure what my wife was up to, but she was clearly up to something. She got out of the pool and her nipples were showing through the white fabric. You could also tell by her camel toe that she had a shaved pussy. She was right. It was almost see through.

We went back to our room and she took her swim suit off and hung it up to dry. She lay on the bed naked. She asked me to fuck her. I started very slowly and nicely. She said no she wanted me to fuck her hard like I did the night she did the gangbang. I fucked her fast as rubbed her clit fast and we both came.

I hadn’t heard the door open as I was fucking her so hard and fast. Right behind me was Chuck, then Pete, then Brian, Then Jack, then Joe. The other women were sitting around the room or in chairs. The guys all started to take their turns with Marti. Fast and furious. I thought OK, one last good bye fuck for each of them.

Jackie came over to me and asked me to play with her. She ended up riding my cock on the floor next to the bed. I wasn’t able to cum, but it was nice to have a final ride and have her orgasm on my cock.

It was Joe’s turn with Marti, and I thought wow, this wife of mine is wild. Then the door opened again and six guys came in. they were some of the college guys. Greg and Bill were included. They all got their turns. Greg and Bill especially fucked her hard with their large cocks. They were really fast, but fucking with Greg again really turned her on.

“Fuck, I love your big cock, thank you for your big cock, fill me up, fill me, ah.” She always had an orgasm with Greg’s cock.

Greg and Bill’s friend who was after older ladies then had Kathy ride him next to the bed. Kathy gave hand jobs to two other boys while she was riding. All of the wives got involved as fluffers, either giving guys hand jobs or blowjobs getting guys ready. If there wasn’t a guy waiting in line, they gave their husbands handjobs while they watched.

Before the college guys were finished, the door opened and a couple guys from out by the pool came in. Greg and Bill were still hard and Kathy, who had just finished with the three college kids, rode Greg.

Jackie sat Bill in a chair and rode him. Then a few more guys came in. Interestingly enough, a few guys brought their wives in to watch. One of them came over to me and said, “Wow, you’re a good husband” and began rubbing my cock. She pulled it out and sucked it on her knees. Sarah came over and once my cock was good and hard practically serdivan escort threw me on the floor and rode me. I couldn’t cum anymore, but she rode me like it was a rodeo.

Jackie was finished with Bill and Kathy finished with Greg. Greg got back in line to fuck Marti.

Another guy was football player sized. 6′ 6″ and about 280. I hoped he didn’t crush my wife. His cock was as big as Greg’s. He was really pounding her too. “oh, god, yes. Where were you all week? That cock is amazing, amazing.” Then a few minutes later she came on his huge cock too. This guy pulled out and shot streams across Marti’s abdomen and tits.

I had lost count now. Greg entered Marti for the second time. “Oh it’s you again. I thought I had gotten rid of you.” She said.

“Not that easily,” he responded as he fucked her into the mattress again. Again Greg brought her to orgasm as she screamed about his huge cock.

Tutku and Nancy came into the room. Tutku got in line behind Greg. Nancy came over to me and gave me a blow job. “I needed to say good-bye,” she said.

Greg finished Marti and led her to yet another orgasm. Greg then also came on her stomach and tits.

I thought that was it when the two room service waiters arrived. After Tutku finished, the smaller waiter jumped on.

She continued to suck me, but when her dad was finished she got off her knees.

“Sorry,” she said. “I have to go. Is that your phone over there?”

I nodded yes, and Nancy walked over and put her phone number in my phone. “I’ll be in Colorado, I think. I’ll call or text you.”

One of the wives who had come to watch grabbed Greg’s cock to help get him hard again.

The large waiter pounded away at my wife. He wasn’t quite as ruthless as before.

Arcella came in with the waiters and I realized that she was the waiter’s girlfriend. Yes, her boyfriend was bigger than me. She led me to the bathroom and laid me on the floor.

“I’ve wanted to do this since Marti told me about your cock. My boyfriend said it would be OK and told me about the story that girl told about the beach and then about fucking your wife. He’s very honest and couldn’t keep it from me.”

She was massaging my cock. She lifted up her skirt and showed her pantiless pussy with a cute little black haired landing strip. She straddled me and rubbed her pussy against my stiffening member.

“ah,” she moaned as she reached up and pulled her t-shirt off of her exposing her medium brown upper body with beautiful small breasts with dark, almost black nipples. She leaned her head back as she ground into my cock that hardened even faster than I expected. Given the three erections I’d had without cumming, I now realized that I probably could cum for her.

Arcella lifted up to slide my now throbbing cock against her opening and then after a few seconds of playing at her opening gave me the pleasure of her pussy. She rocked on my slowly at first.

“Oh, this is perfect,” she said, smiling at me.

“yes, it is,” I agreed.

She almost fell on my as she leaned down to kiss me. I loved her dark eyes looking into mine as we kissed for a long time. Our tongues doing their best to create as much pleasure as possible and my cock getting even harder and larger.

“Oh, even more perfect,” she said. She worked fast. “my boyfriend will finish fast with your wife so unfortunately, I’m going to have to make this faster than I would want.”

Arcella picked up the speed of her grinding and beginning to moan and enjoy my cock. She was ignoring me now with her head tiled back and her eyes closed. She was riding me for all she was worth, seeking only her own pleasure, but giving me much as well.

“Oh, yes, I’m going to cum,” she said and she did. She rocked on me, never opening her eyes. Her small breasts shook as her body jerked with pleasure.

Only a few minutes later after rocking gently on my cock did she open her eyes and look back at me.

“You didn’t get to cum,” she said.

“That’s OK,” I answered. “It was amazing just watching you.”

“you have to come back to Cabo,” she said. “My boyfriend wants to fuck your wife again and after that I need to fuck you again. Your cock isn’t as big as Francisco’s, but it fits me perfectly. I was able to grind my bud against your pelvis and get your cock to rub my g-spot at the same time. Oh, my god, it was amazing.”

“Glad I could serve you,” I said.

“We’d better get back in there,” she said. “I bet Cisco is finished.”

Reluctantly, I let her get off me and get her shirt back on. I stopped her just long enough to let me taste her pussy for just a few licks.

“OK. We really have to stop,” she said her face looking as reluctant as I felt.

I stood up and kissed her.

“Thank you,” I said. “That was nice. I do hope we can come back.”

When we came out, Cisco was waiting and seemed satisfied. Marti was on to yet another cock. The line hand dwindled though.

Greg was again ready and fucked my wife a third time. “Oh, Greg, I do love your cock. Come home with me,” Marti serik escort said. “No. Just cum in me.” She said as she had another orgasm.

Brian got back in line and I looked at my watch. It was getting close to time to catch the shuttle for the airport. I told Brian he had to be quick. He said he would be.

Cheryl and Chuck were finishing up with Jennifer and jack.

Greg finished up, then Brian was quick as promised.

Cheryl crawled up on the bed and kissed Marti and told her how much she loved her and how much she wanted to play with her all day. Cheryl then went down and cleaned up the cum from all of the guys. I bet they’d need to throw away those sheets. Everyone said their good byes. Marti was still resting on the bed with Cheryl beside her cuddling. It was just Pete, Kathy, Chuck and Cheryl left with us. I gathered all of the video cameras from each of the rooms as everyone had been good enough to bring them to our room.

I really wanted to fuck both Kathy and Cheryl one more time as we kissed good bye, but we really had to get to the airport and Marti still had to clean herself up. To my surprise, she didn’t want to clean up anymore. She put a pad in her panties and said she wanted to enjoy as much of her mess on the way home as possible. She got dressed, we grabbed her bags and we left for the airport shuttle. We got on the plane to get home. Pete was on our flight, but he wasn’t next to us this time.

We had the middle and aisle seats again. I took the middle seat to keep Marti away from the handsome young guy sitting in the window seat. We cuddled most of the way. We didn’t talk really about the week other than to say that we’d need to talk when we got home and that this was a wonderful trip. She showed me Greg’s phone number in her phone. She said that she and Jackie should have a girls’ weekend in Dallas. I fell asleep for a while and when I woke up I went to the rest room.

When I got back, Marti was in the middle seat talking to the handsome guy in the window seat. She introduced him as Jim. He was twenty years old and went to CU Boulder. He was from southern California. Marti touched his arm and from the look of his crotch, she may have been touching that too. She continued to touch his arm as she talked. At some point, he began reciprocating as well.

I wanted to feel her messy pussy, so at one point with it being so dark on the plane with lights out, I put a blanket over us and put my hand in her pants. She let me and I felt the cum. I pulled my hand out and licked off the cum. I did it slowly enough that I think the guy in the window seat noticed. I hoped he did. Marti touched his arm again and said don’t mind my husband. He’s just cleaning up. I could swear the guy lifted his ass off the seat for a moment. I could see the outline of a good-sized bulge in his pants.

“Do you want to see?” She asked.

He nodded, not believing his luck. Marti kept the blanket over her while she raised her sundress above her waist and lowered her panties below her bottom. Then she looked around. I leaned forward in my seat to block anyone looking across the aisle.

She said, “Look.” And lowered the blanket for just a few seconds.

Jim looked over at Marti’s shaved pussy and the cum seeping into her panties.

“Do you want to touch it?” Marti asked. Jim nodded and reached under the blanket.

“Do you know how to rub a girl’s clit?” Marti asked. Jim again nodded. He began rubbing her clit. There was no more talking. When Marti’s orgasm hit, she grabbed me to kiss me to help muffle her moans.

“Thank you, young man. Would you like me to take care of this?” she said as she rubbed his cock from the outside of his pants. Again he nodded. Marti pulled up her panties and straightened her dress and reached for Jim’s cock. Jim had already taken it out and was stroking it. Marti took over. I think she knew how dangerous this was as she stroked Jim fast and hard. I handed Jim some tissues from Marti’s purse. He held them under the blanket against the head of his cock. Jim jerked in his seat and it was obvious that he was cumming.

He said, “Thank you.” He wadded up the tissues filled with cum, but not until Marti had pulled some onto her fingers and sucked it into her mouth.

The remainder of the flight was uneventful as much as I could tell. I slept most of it so had no idea what Marti and Jim might have done.

We got home at almost midnight and were tired. So, we went straight to bed without unpacking. I was horny from not having cum earlier, so Marti eagerly gave me a blow job and we went straight to sleep.

The next day we both had a lot of work to catch up on, but that night we talked.

We agreed it was fun. We had to process a lot. Marti said the gangbang thing was fun, but maybe only on vacations away from home if ever again. She did think that she wanted to see Pete again. I was OK with that. She liked him a lot and there was some danger, but I knew we were in love. I said I’d like to see Kathy again, but knew that would take more effort since she was in California. seydikemer escort We both thought we’d make sure to visit Chuck and Cheryl when we visit Marti’s parents in Fort Worth.

As for the other six, Marti said she had developed a little thing for Brian, and would like to see him again. She liked that 6′ 4″ frame. I said I liked all of those women in different ways and Marti understood why. They were all pleasant and Jackie had those beautiful long legs, Sarah had that cute roundish figure. Jennifer had those wonderful eyes and facial features. Besides they all now were well into fucking. They were in Phoenix and that could be convenient as long as our daughter lived there.

We also agreed that we would make sure any new people we added to the mix were safe, both discreet as well as without disease. We agreed that for the most part, we would ask for express permission to play around. We agreed to some exceptions, especially if we met someone overly hot that we knew was safe and would probably be a onetime event. So, far, other than mentioned below, we haven’t taken advantage of that freedom. We’re enjoying our new found love for sex with each other.

That was about three months ago. We’ve watched all of the video. That got us really hot. Our friends were as wild as we were. Some crazy stuff happened on that vacation that we didn’t even know about. I received permission from our friends to share with anyone in the group who wanted a copies. Strange that when I asked no one refused a copy.

Marti has been up to spend the weekend with Pete twice. One weekend, she ended up fucking two of Pete’s friends as well. I’m still not sure from the way she tells the story whether Pete planned that or not, but she was a willing participant.

I’ve been out once to California on business and to visit my brother. I saw Kathy one evening while I was there and the sex was just as good as Cabo. It was a lot less chaotic than Cabo as well. Kathy is dating a guy now, but she said that until they are serious and talking about long term relationships, she hasn’t decided what to tell him about me. I let her know that as far as I was concerned, if she found someone that she wanted to be monogamous with, I was more than happy for her. I’d miss her, but I would remember our times together fondly and consider it a pleasure to have met her and even continuing a friendship as couples if she wanted to.

Marti has been to Fort Worth to see her parents once since then, but I wasn’t able to go. She stayed with Chuck and Cheryl. She had sex with each of them separately as well as a threesome on the first night and then again just before she left. I was more than a bit jealous. Marti gave me a wild fucking when she got home and told me that was from Cheryl. I called Cheryl to let her know that I was sorry I couldn’t receive her gift in person.

We are going together to Fort Worth next week. We’ll be staying with Chuck and Cheryl for four days, so that should be fun.

Marti and Jackie haven’t made that girls trip to Dallas yet to see Greg and Bill. Marti thought about seeing Greg while she was in Fort Worth, but decided that between her parents and Chuck and Cheryl she was plenty busy. She wasn’t nearly as addicted to his huge cock since she’d been home as she was while on vacation.

Nancy was looking at Colorado School of Mines as a college option, so I drove to Golden to meet her at her hotel for a night. I couldn’t believe that hot little eighteen-year-old wanted to see me again. She hadn’t had sex with her father again, but she asked me to treat me as if I was her daughter while we were out on the town, which was a little strange. Fortunately, she acted completely as if I was not her father when we got to her hotel room.

We’ve talked about seeing if some or all of our new friends would like to join us on another vacation some time somewhere, sort of like a little reunion. They seem to be up for it, but nothing is scheduled. We do call them once in a while to stay in touch.

We haven’t made it to see our daughter and her husband in Phoenix yet, but I think we’ll try to get down there for Memorial Day. I’m looking forward to seeing Jackie again and I know Marti wants to see Brian too. I have a feeling we’ll need to get the others involved as well, but it would also be nice if we don’t spend all of the time in the bedroom. So, the details of that trip could get tricky.

Even three months later, we are still working through all of the implications of what happened on vacation, but interestingly enough we don’t consider ourselves swingers. We haven’t added anyone new over the past few months, and haven’t been looking. We haven’t been to any swing clubs or parties, nor have we even looked into it.

I was a bit concerned when we first got home that we might go crazy finding others for sex, but we haven’t. I also thought Marti might seek another gangbang at some point, but she really does seem to be over that, at least for now. We had a great week and we’ll probably maintain these relationships, but we have no plans right now to develop others, at least not for sex. It has enhanced our sex life together and we try lots of things together. We’ve bought a few new toys as well and broken out some that we had stopped using. We also have a better balance of making love as well as having just wild crazy sex. Sometimes we even combine the two. We’re just a normal every day couple.

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“How about we play something different, this is getting kinda old,” Oscar said, racking his pool cue as Sam sank the black ball yet again.

“Aww sick of losing?” Sam teased. “What else did you think you might want to lose at?”

“Geez, you guys are so damned competitive!” laughed Amber.

“US?” asked Sam incredulously, “What about you, miss “ooooooh don’t miss that easy shot, talking all the time; going to put you off your game!”

Amber laughed, “So, what are we going to play then?”

“I dunno, something other than pool,” Oscar said.

“Cards?” Sam suggested.

“What about a bit more pool … strip pool?” Amber asked, surprising herself at how forward she was being, her pussy tingling at simply having suggested the game.

“What?!” Oscar started.

“Are you serious?” Sam asked, his eyes travelling up and down Amber’s body, drinking in the way that her white tank top clung to her lithe frame, her pert breasts pressed against the fabric, the outline of her bra clearly visible through it. He surveyed the curve of her hip, her knee length fawn skirt sitting upon it deliciously, her sleek legs emerging from beneath it.

“Would I have even suggested it if I wasn’t?” Amber asked, surveying Sam in return. She loved the way his jeans hugged his arse and she was sure that there was a bit of swelling in the cock area since she’d last looked. She longed to see the muscles that he was barely concealing beneath his black muscle shirt and the thought of his pecs all sweaty didn’t help to contain the reaction her pussy was having. She turned to check out Oscar, knowing that his mind, like Sam’s was now focussed on wondering what she would look like naked.

He looked awesome in his dark blue casual shirt and tan cargo pants. The curve of his calf turned her on, especially as he’d started waxing his legs since he’d started the cycling. “How nice would it be to have her own leg rubbing up against his”, she thought to herself. She wondered how big his cock was as her eyes travelled back up to meet his, which she realised had been returning the favour.

“What the hell, the odds aren’t exactly what I’d favour, but for a chance to see your stunning bod nekkid, I’m in,” Sam laughed.

“Yeah, it would be better if there was another chick here to even the numbers out,” lamented Oscar, “but at least the one that is here is drop dead gorgeous. I’m in. So what are the rules?” he asked.

“Well, its like this,” Amber told the two guys, “We each take two of the Kelli-pool balls from the container. Then, whenever one of your balls is potted, you have to take off an item of clothing. The person with one of their balls left on the table last then gets to nominate one of the others to take of another item of clothing. So the most you can lose each game is 3 bits of clothing and the least is 1. Other than that, its just like kelli pool. Simple enough for you two is it?”

“I think that I can work with that,” Sam answered.

“Yeah, though it seems mean to have to make you strip off so quickly,” laughed Oscar

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see who it is that does all the losing of the clothes, won’t we?” Amber retorted, bending to pull the balls out of the tray that they all ended up in, knowing that the two guys were now checking out her butt as she bent over. She pulled the balls from the tray and started racking them in the triangle, commenting that she liked handling the balls, almost as much as she liked having the cue glide through her hands.

Both of the guys laughed, their cocks swelling at the obvious reference that Amber was making. While Amber racked the balls, Oscar grabbed the container with all the numbers in it and shook it, asking who was going to draw first.

“We should let Amber go first seeing that we out number her,” Sam offered.

“Hey doesn’t worry me, we’ll all know that two balls are ours and the rest are maybe someone else’s. Then again, I’m the only one that has to get used to having two balls of their own, so I will go first.” She took the container from Oscar and tipped it up so that she could retrieve two of the small numbered balls. She looked at them to see which numbers she had. 4 and 6. Then she passed the container back to Oscar who selected the numbers 15 and 3.

On his turn, Sam pulled out 12 and 11. They each put the little balls face down on a ledge out of the way of the game and started to discuss who would break. In the end they settled for rock paper scissors and Oscar came up trumps, winning the break.

“Lucky you won something today,” laughed Sam, upping the stakes from the start.

“Yeah, well we’ll see whose arse gets bared first around here,” Oscar retorted. He addressed the white ball at the top of the table and ran the cue through the vee formed with his thumb and forefinger, sending the ball crashing into the formation at the far end of the table. All three of them watched anxiously as the balls ricocheted off of each other and the cushions. Clunk. One ball dropped. sapanca escort Three sets of eyes scanned the table to try and determine which it was.

Amber moved to the tray where the ball would end up, listening to the passage of the ball through the table’s inner workings.

“Fourteen,” she called happily, knowing it wasn’t hers and hoping that she’d get to see something come off one of the guys straight away.

“Not me,” Sam said.

“Me either,” replied Oscar.

“Poo,” Amber said, laughing as Oscar lined up another shot, this time on the nine. They watched him take his shot, but it just missed the corner pocket, rebounding slightly to the left. Sam then lined up his shot, the 8 firmly in his sights from where the white ball had finished up. It dropped into the side pocket. He looked quizzically at his opponents, wondering. They both gave negative responses and he moved to line up the next ball, which happened to be the three. He dropped that one as well and Oscar moaned.

“Dude, I thought you wanted to get Amber naked, not me!”

“Yeah well obviously if I had a choice …” Oscar kicked off one of his thongs.

“Right, one down, lots to go,” he laughed. Amber called that one thong was a rip-off but quickly relented when she realised that that same tactic might be the only thing that kept her clothes on long enough to get the guy’s clothes off.

Sam lined up a shot on the four and missed. Amber felt her heart race as she watched the ball miss the side pocket, relieved that she hadn’t had to start with the disrobing at this point. She surveyed the table, wondering which ball she should target. The 6 was in quite a good position, but she wasn’t about to drop her won balls, so she lined up the one instead.

“Yay!” she called out as she dropped it into the corner pocket, only to discover that it didn’t belong to either of the guys. She missed her next shot on the 13.

Oscar took the cue from her and moved around to the other side of the table. Amber sighed, seeing that the 6 was in quite a good spot for him to have a go at. There were some easier shots, but he liked the look of the six, telling Sam that he had a feeling that as Amber had left it alone, that it must be her ball. He missed, but the ball stopped within an easy shot of dropping into the pocket.

“Hmm, what to do, sink the six or go for something else?” Sam, pondered aloud, watching for a sign of reaction from Amber to give away whether it was her ball or not. She kept her head though and he was left with no clue. “What the hell, I’ll sink it just in case, after all, its not mine and I doubt it’s Oscars. At least I don’t have to get him any more nude than I have to! He sank the ball and Amber kicked off her thong quickly to the side of the room next to Oscars.

“I think we need to get him Oscar,” she said as Sam lined up his next shot. Sam laughed and quietly lined up a shot on the 10. He missed.

Amber picked the cue up and again cast her eye over the options. There was the 12. Surely she could put that in. She ran the cue through her hand and watched as the white ball kissed the 12 on the perfect spot and sent it rolling into the pocket. Sam cursed and Amber and Oscar cheered as he bent to pull off one of his sneakers.

“Aww man, you’ve got the most clothes on!” Amber stated as she quickly did a count of what people were likely to be wearing.

“What a shame,” Sam replied, laughing. Amber looked over the table and took another shot, this time dropping the 11 nicely into a pocket.

“That sucks!” Sam said, removing his other shoe to hoots and hollers from Oscar and Amber. Amber thought about what to go for next and decided to try and play some mind games. She lined up the four, her one remaining ball and deliberately missed (a little relieved that she hadn’t put it in by mistake).

Oscar took the cue from her and perused his options, deciding to go for the seven which he put in. Amber shook her head and Oscar lined up the 13. He missed. Amber on her turn spotted the 15 laying just near a pocket and put it away. Oscar groaned and kicked off his other thong.

“Woohoo!” Amber yelled,” Now I get to make one of you take of extra clothes! The question is, do I use it to even Sam up, or do I Just work on getting Ossie nekkid?” She hesitated, looking from one to the other, wondering which way to go. “I reckon that we should work towards freeing willy Oscar, get something off!” Oscar started to undo the buttons on his shirt, and Amber casually watched, her eyes drinking in the sight of his chest as it gradually appeared with each button that was released. Eventually, he tossed his shirt aside, standing in only his shorts now. Amber surveyed the curves of his pecs and biceps, her insides going gooey at the thought of how they would look as he held himself over her and pounded his cock inside her. Well if things went the way that she planned, she’d find out soon enough.

“Rack em up Sam,” Oscar called, breaking her reverie. sarıçam escort Sam grabbed the balls and did exactly that as Amber grabbed the ball container and put all of their numbers back in ready for another round.

Amber lined up to break, working on the theory that given that she’d not missed at the end of the last game that she should get another go when the next game started. She slammed the white ball into the triangular formation, sending balls cascading about the table.

“Holy crap! Three in!” Oscar said, “Nice break, Amber.” Amber smiled and all threee of them turned to see what the balls were that had dropped in.

“10, 12 and 6!” Sam said, straightening to look at his two competitors.

“Shit, 6 and 12 were both mine!” Amber said, kicking off her remaining thong.

“Well things are about to get interesting,” Oscar said, winking at Amber. “What’s coming off next, Ams? Skirt or top?”

Amber pondered her choices and then said smirking, “Neither”. She wiggled her hands inside her skirt and shimmied her butt about a bit before pulling her skirt up at the back (where she knew the boys couldn’t see) and slid her panties down her legs. She grabbed her white panties and put them aside, noting that the crotch was damp from her excitement. Her pussy was tingling and alive with the breath of air that she now felt between her legs under her skirt.

“Now that’s dirty!” Sam said, laughing.

“Hey there’s nothing in the rules about which order things have to come off in,” Amber laughed in response. She returned her attention to the table and lined up the five, but missed.

Sam took his spot alongside the table, lined up the ball and dropped the one into a pocket only to discover that it didn’t belong to anyone. He then potted the 15 without removing anyone’s clothes before missing a shot on the 7.

Oscar in turn dropped the 13 to see Sam shake his head, no before missing on the 2. Amber went to walk around the table and discovered that Sam had lain down upon the floor so that she had to step over him.

“Perve!” she said to him, turning and going the other way around.

“Damn!” he laughed. “A guy’s gotta try doesn’t he?”

“Oh you can try, sweety, you can try,” Amber laughed, sinking the 5.

“Well you’re gonna have to try harder because that wasn’t mine,” Sam teased back.

“Nor mine,” Oscar informed her. She lined up another shot and put the 7 away, starting to get really annoyed that she couldn’t manage to pot one of the guy’s balls. She then missed on the 13, leaving it hovering at the edge of the pocket. Sam put it away, but Oscar told him that it wasn’t his.

“Well, almost a 50/50 chance that the next one I sink is one of your’s buddy,” Sam laughed at Oscar as he took his shot, dropping the 11 into the pocket.

“Well that wasn’t it, so now I guess it is 50/50” Oscar replied. Sam missed his next shot on the 8. Oscar took the cue from him, informing him that now the odds were with him, rather than with Sam. He sank the three.

“Shit,” Sam said, discarding a sock.

“Heck, it was only fair that you started to catch up!” Amber said as she watched the two guys banter back and forth between shots.

Oscar was now left with an easy shot on the 14 which he put away, much to the disgust of Sam who let them know that that was his as well as he threw his second sock away.

“Now that’s starting to look a bit better,” Amber said, smiling.

“Yeah, but not as good as things are going to look when I get to choose someone, is it Amber?” Oscar said to her. Amber groaned, knowing that she had just been targeted for the additional garment that had to come off.

Amber pondered the next bit of clothing to come off. To her mind, she could either remover her tank-top and expose her bra, or remove her bra, which whilst it didn’t reveal her directly would be sure to expose her to nipples through the thin fabric. She opted to peel her tank top off over her head.

“Man, now that is hot!” Sam said, his eyes travelling over every inch of the bare skin that had been revealed.

“You are so gorgeous,” Oscar told her, his cock swelling against his shorts. Amber blushed under the attention and told the boys that they should be setting up the next game. They rushed to do her bidding and Amber again collected the number balls so that they could select them again.

Amber put her two balls aside …6 and 14. Sam pulled out the 7 and the 13 and Oscar the 1 and the 3.

Oscar broke the balls following his successful completion of the last game, but failed to excite anything. Sam then took the cue from him and lined a shot up on the 12 which dropped neatly into the pocket. The white fell perfectly for the 3, but he ignored it seeing that it was his.

“Woooooo,” Amber said, noting that he deliberately avoided that one. “Sam’s go the threeee, Sam’s got the threeeee!” He potted the 10 instead before missing on the 15 and passing the cue to Amber.

Amber lined up the seferihisar escort 5 and dropped it into the pocket before sinking the two, both of which drew denials from the boys that the balls were theirs. She then missed the four before handing the cue to Oscar. Oscar shot at the one and deliberately missed it, hoping to send the other two off the scent early.

Sam then uncharacteristically missed the 6, much to Amber’s relief, though she didn’t let it show. Amber on her shot potted the 13, meaning that Sam had to remove an item of clothing.

Amber watched as Sam peeled off his muscle t-shirt, revealing his tightly toned chest. She could feel her nipples harden in response to the two guys now walking around with their gorgeous bods half exposed for her. She could hardly believe how wet her pussy was. Maybe she should have left her panties on after all!

Amber tore her gaze away from the naked flesh and focussed on her next shot, which saw her sink the number 7.

“Unbelievable!” Sam said as his second ball fell into the pocket. “It was only a couple of minutes ago that I’d only lost one shoe!”.

“Never mind that, get your jeans off baby!” Amber crowed. Sam released the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down before sliding the denims down his legs, revealing a pair of black boxer shorts. Amber eyed him off eagerly, noting that there was a significant tenting effect happening around Sam’s crotch area.

“Mmmm, hello big boy,” Amber teased and laughed as Sam moved to adjust his cock in his boxers which were clearly failing to restrain his now erect cock as she rubbed her hands over her bra-clad breasts at him. She heard Oscar moan as well and picked up the cue to take her next shot, which dropped the 8.

“Man, am I hot or what?’ she exclaimed as she followed that with the 15 in a corner pocket and followed it with the three.

“Crap!” Oscar said. He then removed his cargo shorts whilst Amber lavished attention on him, resulting in his cock being erect in a similar fashion to Sam’s.

“Oooo, this is gettin’ gooooooooood” Amber moaned. She licked her tongue along the edge of the cue and both boys moaned and retreated to opposite corners of the table, standing where their cocks were hidden from Amber.

She lined up her next shot, but missed. “Awww, crap, just one more would have done it!” she exclaimed.

“Well given that both of your balls remain on the table, is there any point continuing this game, or do we just let you take off an item of clothing and tell us who has to get naked for your winning the game?” Sam asked Amber as she moved to give the cue to Oscar.

“I reckon we’ll just get on with the nuding!” laughed Amber. “And I pick Sam.”

“Not until you take off the piece of clothing that you’re supposed to,” Sam retorted.

“Ok” and with that, Amber reached behind her back and released the clasp of her bra. With both of the guys watching her, she proceeded to hold the cups of the bra against her breasts with one hand and arm whilst using the other to seductively remove the shoulder straps from her sleek shoulders. Her pussy tingled in reaction to the attention and the sight of the guys’ boxer shorts expanding significantly as she slowly allowed the bra to fall away and reveal her breasts.

Both guys stood admiring her small, firm mounds with their pink, erect nipples capping off the perfection.

“So do they meet with your approval?” Amber asked, blushing.

“Hell yes!,” Sam said. Oscar simply nodded. “Right, then get that cock out for me Sam.”

Sam grabbed the waistband of his boxers in his hands and peeled his boxers down, his cock springing free and erect. Amber salivated as she eyed off his member. It was a good size, nice and thick, circumcised and, Amber noted, there was a drop of pre-cum on the tip.

“mmm, that looks awesome!” Amber said quietly. “You have a gorgeous cock. Now rack the balls up, we’re not finished yet.”

As Sam set about setting up the table again, Oscar grabbed the numbers and dropped them back into the container.

“Hey, what happens now? He’s naked. There’s nothing to punish him with if his ball gets potted.” Oscar commented to Amber, his eyes struggling to tear themselves away from her breasts.

“Well that’s when the person who pots his ball gets to tell him what to do!” she told him. “Though it has to be within reason.”

“Fair enough, I just hope you’re the one to pot his balls and not me,” laughed Oscar.

They drew balls again, Amber getting the nine and the fourteen, Oscar the five and the ten and Sam the four and the eight.

Oscar took the ball to break and launched the white into the crisp formation at the other end. The 15 and the four went very close to dropping, but Oscar didn’t manage to put any balls away. Sam took the cue from him and set about putting the 15 in the pocket. He then tried to repeat the move on the four, but missed.

“I love the way your cock goes soft when you concentrate on your shot,” Amber teased him, which of course brought him back to instant hardness. He stuck his tongue out at her as he passed her the cue.

Amber lined up the six and Sam told her how cool it was to see her breast hanging over the table with her nipple almost brushing on the felt table top as she lined up her shot. She missed.

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Opening Up

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My name is Greg Hartsfield. I wanted to write about something that happened years ago that opened my eyes about people. My wife’s name is Carrie.

It was hot. Sweat rolled off me and dripped into my eyes. I was helping my friend Hank build a cinder block wall around his back yard and the new in-ground pool he and Sara had installed. There was a nice hot tub too. Hank said it was big enough for at least eight people. I thought those eight people would have to be really good friends.

The wall was nearly seven feet high and we were nearly finished with the last side. Ten blocks high that enclosed more than the shorter fence that enclosed just the pool and patio area. A gate at the back of the fence let onto a good sized yard and a garden. Hank and Sara owned a pretty good sized chunk of land, though. The property line was still another twenty feet away in back and about ten feet from the wall on either side.

Not that it mattered at the time, since there were no neighbors within at least a half mile, but Hank wanted the wall so he and Sara could swim, garden, and hot tub naked. He said I could bring Carrie over to swim with them, too. I would dearly love to skinny dip with Sara, but I knew Carrie would be against it.

Sara called from the shade of the patio. She offered cold beer and we gladly accepted. Sara was wearing a little green bikini and it set off her dusky skin tone well. her bare skin was shiny with suntan lotion, not that she needed a tan. She said her grandparents had come from the Middle East. I wondered what she looked like naked. I bumped my mind off the subject. I was stiffening in my shorts. I closed my eyes and sipped the frosty liquid.

Back then, Carrie and I were the same age – 29. Hank was about ten years older and Sara was 34. I had worked for Hank for a while in the past. He’s a construction foreman and hired me three summers while I finished college. Now, I’m a reporter for the local paper and Carrie is a teacher in town.

“So when are you gonna bring Carrie over to swim, Greg?” Sara’s syrupy voice brought me out of my reverie and I opened my eyes and gave her a smile.

“Well, as soon as I can talk her into skinny dipping just with me, maybe she’ll be more amenable to joining you guys. I don’t know if Hank told you but I went to a couple of naturist places before I met Carrie.” She nodded and frowned a little bit.

“Well, you can take a dip if you want to. In the meantime, maybe I can pick her brain a little. I’ll invite her to lunch next week.” Sara didn’t work. Hank’s salary and investments made that possible, as well making all of the things they’d done to their house possible. Carrie and I struggled financially, but we were okay.

I finished the beer but turned down a second one and the swim that day. I had to go home, shower and run down one of the town council for an interview. Hank said he could finish the last row of blocks himself. “Then we’re gonna strip and dive in,” he kidded me. I glanced at Sara. She was grinning.

“Is that you, Greg?” Carrie’s voice came from the kitchen.

“What if I said no?” I joked.

“Well whoever it was would just have to have his way with me, I guess.” She came in grinning, her naked body beautiful as always, and we kissed. “Phew!” she fanned the air. “You stink! Councilwoman Wilson won’t like that.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think I’ll wear these dirty shorts downtown either.” I headed down the hallway, tugging my shirt off and unbuttoning my shorts. She followed me.

Carrie sat on the toilet lid while I showered and we chatted. Since she hadn’t seen Hank’s pool yet I told her almost all about it. I left out the nudity for the time being. When I got out to dry, she grabbed my dick and pulled me to her. She gave the head of my dick a sloppy slurp and released it. She loves to watch it rise up, like a cobra, she says.

“You’re going to make me late for the interview, babe,” I told her.

“Oh no. We need the money. You be a good boy or there won’t be any of that later,” she warned me, pointing to my groin.

I did the interview and went home. There was a note telling me Carrie had run to the store. I stripped down again, and stayed naked. In the den/spare bedroom, I booted up the computer and typed up the article for Friday and sent it off.

A little while later, my editor approved my story and emailed it to the copy desk. I got a beer from the kitchen and went back to the den. I don’t search for porn online, but I do have several favorite nudist and naturist sites saved. Some of those have some porn on them. I pulled one up and scrolled through the pictures. I thought about Sara and Hank and tried to imagine them naked and playing like the pictures, splashing around in the cool water. It’s funny, but nearly all the women on even the tamest nude sites sit with their legs wide open. That hadn’t been the case when I’d gone to the nude place.

Between the pics and my thoughts about Sara, I was erecting. I stopped at a shot of a woman with darker skin, about the same shade as Sara’s. Her nipples were large safranbolu escort and a dark, near purple color. Her shaved pussy lips matched them. I pictured Sara as the model. The woman in the picture had hair the same dark brown as Sara’s. She was with a naked guy with sandy hair on his head, but they were both shaved bare otherwise.

I looked at the guy’s dick too. It was soft but still good sized. It looked heavy. I scrolled on down. This page was for serious nudists. No sex, no really stiff erections. Still, as I said, a lot of the women sat or lay with legs spread wide, showing their pussy and asshole to the world.

There are other nude pages that don’t censor public sex in their pictures and short videos. Even married men jerk off. I was stroking, but not seriously, since Carrie had made me that shaded promise earlier. This was just a warm up.

I heard the garage door opening. I was getting another beer when Carrie came in the side door. She whooped at my nudity, complete with half erection. We put the groceries away, Carrie making special effort to bump my dick as many times as she could as we passed.

“Why don’t you strip and we can play, honey?”

“Oh I should shower first.”

“NO! Don’t you dare. You know I love you all sweaty and stinky,” I told her, grinning as I pulled her into a hug. She wrinkled her nose at me. But then she smiled, kissed me and gave in on the shower.

“But I gotta pee really bad so let me go.” We had a little tug of war for a second before she started to panic. Greg! Please! I’m gonna wet my panties!”

“I don’t care, I’ll clean that up too.”

“You are so fucking nasty sometimes,” she said, laughing and disappearing into the shadow of the hall.

I finished the second beer when her voice wailed from the bathroom. I went to see the problem. She was still sitting on the toilet. She looked at me with a pitiful expression and showed me the toilet paper in her hand. It had a smear of blood.

Some women don’t care whether they are having their period when it comes to sex. Some do. Carrie was one of the latter, though she had let me talk her into it a few times. She even said the sex was better when she was bleeding.

I didn’t give a shit. The last time she cringed when I went down on her while she bled. She cringed herself right into a screaming orgasm. Then she fucked me like there was no tomorrow, riding me until she came again.

“Honey…” I began.

“Augh!” she grunted. “Like I said…” But she stopped because I was unbuttoning her top. Her breasts were beautiful little mounds on her pale chest, the nipples a darker pink. She complained about not being bigger, but I always remind her I love tits like hers the most. She never had to wear a bra unless it was cold outside. Then it was in case her nips turned into pointers.

I knelt to remove her sandals, shorts and panties. I stayed there facing her, my hands on her knees. She frowned. “Greg! Are you gonna just sit there and perv on me peeing?”

“Yup. Besides, if you had to go so bad, you’ve had plenty of time.”

“You know I don’t go all at once. I have to let my bladder relax to let it go. That won’t happen unless you leave.”

“I have an idea,” I said. “Here,” I said and I ran my hands down between her thighs. I pushed her legs farther apart and gently peeled her labia open. The splashing, rushing liquid sound was loud as her bladder opened up. I kissed her as the hot urine ran over my hands and into the bowl. As the stream was slowing, I used both hands to fondle Carrie’s hot crotch. She was all wet; as wet as she might have ended up had she actually wet her pants.

She reached for fresh tissue as I massaged her pussy and clit. “Yuk, Greg. How do you stand to do that?”

“Carrie, you have ended up enjoying everything I’ve done with you sexually. Why can’t you relax? It’s just you and me here, baby, and I’m not gonna tell. She groaned as I sucked her pee and a little blood from my hands.

She flopped her back against the toilet lid and sighed. Before she wiped, she got a mischievous grin and raised her feet up, legs spreading even farther apart, to rest her feet on my shoulders. I watched as her mound and anus came into full view. She was bloody in spots. I saw that my hands on her legs had left red smears too. “Go ahead, then,” she said. “Is this what you wanted”

“Oh, honey! That’s exactly what I want!” I sighed, leaning forward and inhaling all the feral female scents of my wife’s body. Her mating scent was very obvious. She was well turned on. Carrie doesn’t shave completely, but she trims her pubes so all the good stuff was available to me. I started licking her thighs and worked my way up to the goal.

Carrie made reluctant noises at first but it didn’t take long for her to lose it. She pressed my head to her folds and I sucked and licked. It all made me dizzy. I even made it down to her little pucker. Carrie gasped when my tongue found her asshole. She won’t let me put my dick up her ass yet, but she loves analingus şahinbey escort and my fingers inside her back door when we’re making love. ‘One of these days,’ I was thinking, when she hit the mark and convulsed around me. She wailed and gushed juices, probably some piss too, and some iron tasting blood. I took as much as I could into my mouth and swallowed.

She relaxed and released me. I sat on my heels and looked at her. She gasped and then giggled. “Oh, man, go look at yourself.”

I rose to my feet, my hard cock bobbing in front of me. In the mirror I looked like a cannibal or something. Blood and girl cum smeared the lower half of my face. I wet a cloth and started to wash it off, but Carrie stopped me. “Come here first,” she said tugging my hand.

She pulled me into a kiss. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and rolled over mine and my teeth. Then she gave each of my cheeks a tentative lick before releasing me. I used the wet cloth to wash her face first of the contact smears she’d received.

“Well?” I asked her. “What do you think?” She had never liked kissing me after I went down on her under normal circumstances. I had been shocked when she wanted to taste her period blood too.

“It isn’t delicious,” she said, seeming to taste her own mouth. “But it isn’t as bad as I was afraid it would be.” I reminded her she’d used those very words the first time she had let me come in her mouth.

But I had to ask. “What brought that on all of a sudden?” She didn’t have an answer; she just shook her head, as if she didn’t know – or just didn’t want to tell me.

She rinsed the cloth and wiped herself off, then rinsed it again. She led me by the hand to the bedroom. I went back and grabbed a towel to spare the sheets. Back in the bedroom, Carrie was waiting patiently, not wanting to smear blood on anything by sitting down.

I spread the towel on the bed and Carrie crawled on all fours to lie on it. Lying beside her I gazed down at her blue eyes. She looked back at me. “Greg, I don’t know what made me do that. But…well, I’ve been…I’ve been tasting myself lately from time to time. Sometimes when I masturbate after working in the garden, like yesterday, I even have started lying with my dirty panties on my face while I masturbate.

“I have come (no pun intended) to enjoy my scent and even my taste. You are always wanting me to be more uninhibited.” She searched my face. I don’t know if she expected me to laugh or make fun of her. I did smile.

Instead of being shocked by her words, I just kissed her tenderly and stroked her breast. When I sat back up she added, “But I’ve never tasted my period blood until today. It’s…well, it’s not bad. I will stop being such a…prude about it. It doesn’t taste any worse than a nosebleed or a cut lip.”

“God, I love you. Hearing you say that makes me feel lighter, somehow. I want you to understand me better, and to learn to like the things I love to do with you.”

“Other than kissing you after you’ve gone down on me, I’ve loved everything you’ve done with me. You take me places I never dreamed were possible. I guess that’s what I’ve been trying to get past.”

We cuddled for a while before Carrie reached down to find my limp dick. Well, it had gone soft as we talked, despite the sexual nature of our conversation, but when I felt her small hand grasp it, it woke up again quickly. Carrie urged me upward and brought my cock to her lips.

She sucked me a while but I wanted to be inside her, stirring all her wonderful nectar together with her monthly blood. But when I started to get up she pushed me back down and rose over me. I slid over onto the towel and she held my stiffness pointing straight up as she mounted me.

She eased herself onto it, but once she was opened she didn’t stop until her little butt was on my balls. We made love without speaking. There were sounds from us both, but no actual words. Carrie posted, she slipped forward and back. She rotated her hips making me feel like a ceiling fan. I’d been so horny before and I pictured her with her soiled panties in her mouth, frigging her pussy mercilessly, drops of her milky juice flying through the air.

I added my own milky ingredient to the ‘Carrie Cocktail’ and kept stirring. I managed to squeeze one more orgasm out of her before we stopped moving. When I moved to go down to sample our mingled tastes, Carrie grabbed my messy cock, turned around and lowered her bloody, cum dripping snatch to my waiting mouth. That’s why I called it the Carrie Cocktail. It’s always delicious, and her blood was a special added ingredient.

I would rather take turns normally, but I knew Carrie wanted this special time. We spent some time loving each other end to end. Unbelievably, she managed to make me hard again. I felt her seriousness by the way she took me rhythmically into her mouth and out again.

The blow job was too pleasurable for me to continue tending to her. As my ‘new’ wife blew me I just kissed her crotch and groaned into Carrie’s crotch. What salihli escort did the trick was when she pulled me farther down and licked my ass. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around the base of my cock to stave off my orgasm while she wriggled her tongue into my sweaty asshole.

When she released my dick back into her mouth, my cum quickly filled any empty spaces. Carrie took as much of me as she could and then allowed me to feel her throat convulse as she swallowed three or four times. It was such exquisite torture, that feeling. After everything that went before, after our nearly ceremonial 69, and after her delaying my orgasm, my cock was almost painfully sensitive.

Though it was still afternoon, Carrie turned to lie against me. We kissed. She had saved some of my load to share, knowing it was something I loved. We nuzzled a few minutes before sleep took us both.

We woke up a while later and raced each other to the bathroom. Carrie won and her bladder didn’t seem too shy that time. We went and scrounged some leftovers for dinner and then I went to the computer while Carrie worked on her lesson plans.

About ten, Carrie kissed me goodnight, but I kept working another couple of hours. I tried not to disturb her as I crawled under the sheet next to her.

When the sun came through the curtains on Sunday morning, I woke up alone. Carrie’s side of the bed was cool. I padded naked through the living room and into the kitchen. Glancing out to the back yard I saw her on her knees in the garden working. The light blue sundress was all she wore, I was sure. Carrie’s no prude when it comes to being nude with me. She is just anxious about being seen naked by a bunch of strangers, even if they are also naked. I hoped her battle with her inhibitions would address that subject soon. Experience has taught me that, just as the day before, she does best without a lot of urging, so I sighed.

On our budget the only way we could afford a house (instead of an apartment in town) was to move to the edge of town where the older homes were. It isn’t quite ‘the other side of the tracks’, but you can see it is aging. The neighbors on one side had a large, fenced side yard. On the other side of our house was a vacant lot on the corner. Behind us was an alley, but there was a sturdy wood fence and thick trees inside the fence. Our back yard was nearly as private as Hank was making theirs but without the expense.

Carrie could have been naked in her garden, but she was skittish. I grabbed a cup of coffee and headed out to see her. She heard the sliding door and looked over her shoulder. When she saw I was still naked she shook her head and glanced around nervously. By the time my toes were scrabbling in the cool, dark garden soil, she said, “Greg!” in a kind of loud scolding whisper.

“What? Nobody can see. Besides, I’m practicing.”

“Practicing? For what?”

“Well, Hank and Sara have invited us over to go skinny dipping with them.”

“Skinny dipping!? Hank and…”

“Yeah. Sara was the one who actually invited us. The wall Hank and I built is finished. It’s seven feet tall, honey. There’s no chance anybody will see us.”

“Hank and Sara will see. No. I can’t imagine that.” That is what I meant by letting her move at her own speed.

“I just wanted you to know. I figured you’d chicken out. But,” I said turning back toward the house, “like I said a little while ago, you’ve learned to enjoy what I suggest. Why balk at this? It isn’t an invitation to an orgy. It’s just nudity.

“I showed you those nudist videos and pages. You saw that nobody judges, and, while they look, nobody stares. Parents take their kids there, for Christ’s sake. I wish I’d been raised a nudist.”

“Honey, I…”

“Never mind. It’s okay. Maybe we can go somewhere nobody knows us and try a clothing optional place. You only take off as much or as little as you feel comfortable doing.”

“Maybe…” she mumbled. I wasn’t holding my breath. But she’d relaxed a lot the night before so I kept the hope burning. I continued to the house, to the den, and back to my nudist archives.

As I was dressing for work on Tuesday, the phone rang. I heard Carrie answer and her muted voice for a few minutes. I wandered out to the kitchen as she was hanging up. “That was Sara. She wants me to meet her for lunch.”

“Cool. She said she might call you.”

“I asked her to meet me at the sandwich shop near the school.”

“Good idea. You won’t have to rush to get back.” I kissed her, told her I loved her, and scooted out the door.

I didn’t have to be in the office at a certain time, being a field reporter. Some days I worked from home, naked of course, making phone calls and chasing down details for a story. But I wanted to remove myself from Carrie’s view before she started trying to connect the dots. She’d probably think I put Sara up to trying to convince her to go nudist. I didn’t but still, I felt like I was in a conspiracy with my wife in its crosshairs.

The work day passed without a disaster, so I counted it good. I got home a little after five to find Carrie sitting at the kitchen table (nude naturally), correcting papers and swearing under her breath. I kissed her upturned face and opened the fridge. I didn’t want to disturb her so I stripped in the bedroom and took the beer to the den, as I usually do.

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I know I had a choice. I didn’t like the available options, but too bad, really. This wasn’t magic fairyland where you could close your eyes, click your heels three times and have it all go away. This was real life, where when you owe $5,000 to a loan shark, you either pay up or dance his dance. So, in this case, I literally danced.

My name’s Harriet Wilde. I’m a middle school teacher in a relatively small California town. I’m 34, single, brunette, slim and relatively attractive. In my mind, I’m no slut – I mean, I only date one guy at a time, although sometimes that’s only one date – but I’m no “Miss Priss” either. I keep in shape. I keep my pussy hair shaved; I have 36D boobs and I tend to dress to keep them covered. I mean, I teach middle school, for crying out loud. That’s when my students bump into puberty, and I do not want to become the masturbatory fantasy of the young boys because I flash too much skin. It wouldn’t be fair to them, and it would make teaching tougher.

On the other hand, when I go out, I’m not at all shy about showing off what nature gave me. Most of my “going-out-wear” consists of demi-bras that barely cover my nipples (if at all); thongs, stockings, garters and short skirts. Of course, I live a few towns away to the west of where I teach, and I go even further west away from there when I’m out. That lets me be as free and exhibitionistic as I want. And since I enjoy the male attention that gives me, I’m fine with flashing various portions of my anatomy. I occasionally go out commando; depending on the location and my alcohol intake, I’ve been known to flash my cooch a bit. Hell, one bartender at a favorite watering hole trades me drinks for flashes!

So, as you might guess, I’m not bashful about my body or sex life. But I have limits. At least, I thought I had limits. But that was before I made the mistake of borrowing money from a high-roller at one of the clubs I visit. I was worried that my bank wouldn’t give me a loan, or that people I know would think bad of me for asking for money – in other words, I was thinking with my feelings and worries instead of my brain. Never-the-less, I needed money (I’m not saying why, so don’t go looking for the answer to that question) and I borrowed $5,000 from Tony (I know, it sounds like something from the Sopranos – but it really was his name!) without really paying close attention to his terms. That was my mistake – not the blowjob I gave him as a thank you. There were only two blowjobs I ever regretted in my life, and I try to keep the memory of them buried down deep. The rest – hey, sex is part of life! What’s to regret?

Anyway, a month had gone by, and I showed up the club where I met Tony with $200 of what I owed him, which is what I could afford and what seemed to me to be a sincere effort on my part. I walked in and saw him alone at a table, so I walked over and sat down.

“Hey, there’s my Teacher! How are you, honey?”

“Hi, Tony. I came to make my first payment. Here’s..”

He cut me off with a gesture. “There’s certain things we don’t talk about, okay? You could just slip me what you have and we’ll take it from there.”

I nodded. I mean, it was his money, so it was his rule. No problem. I reached into my purse and pulled out the cash and then slid it into has hand below the table, blocking the view of the transaction with my legs. He took it from me and then spoke.

“Excuse me a minute, Teacher. I have to see a man about a horse. Be right back. Go ahead and order yourself a drink. It’s on me.” He slid out of our booth and headed in the direction of the restrooms. While he was gone, I snagged a waitress and ordered a vodka martini. The drink arrived just as Tony returned.

“Put it on my tab, Gwen” He said to the waitress.

“And as for you,” he said, turning to me, “are you joking? Are you pulling my leg?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean, the amount you gave me was due three weeks ago. You owe me three times that amount at this point. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you think that your little oral adventures would dim my recollections?”

“No! It’s all I’ve been able to save so far. I mean, I have to eat and pay rent. I haven’t gone out, the only coffee I’ve had has been that crap in the teacher’s lounge – I’m saving every penny I can to get it back to you.”

“Oh, woe is me. The problem with your story is that you borrowed money and have an agreement about repaying it. And if your first effort is any measure, we’ll both be old and grey when you are done. IF you ever get done.”

“I’m doing everything I know how to get it back to you as quickly as possible. I just don’t see any other way.”

“Well, sweetie, you should have thought of that before you took the cash. So now, you better find a way to come up with more the next time you see me, or be prepared to face the consequences.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Nah. I’m just letting you know that, like everything else in life, there are consequences to your actions. You palandöken escort watch too much crappy TV. You’ll get a choice if you don’t deliver. That’s all. And don’t go thinking about going to ‘the authorities’ about anything – that would be a big mistake, given why you needed the money. Understood?”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good, then get out of here. See you soon, Teacher.”

I left that night, and it was a long drive home. I began to think of how I could raise money. Bake sale? Not a valid option. A GoFundMe page – maybe I should have done that to begin with, but after seeing how they went after the crew that put up that BS about the homeless guy and his last $20, there’s no way I could pull that off. I had no relatives to speak of, let alone any with money. I thought about selling things, and decided I’d go with that first.

The Saturday after my meeting with Tony I spent the entire day going through my belongings looking for things of value. I had some older comics, some first edition signed books, some older vinyl records and some jewelry that I no longer needed. Putting all that together, and then visiting consignment shops and pawn shops I came up with $350. With the $200 I pulled from my next check, I was a little more confident when it came time to meet with Tony.

Once again, I visited the bar he frequented. Again, we did the little dance with the “sit in the booth, slide him the money, wait for him to go count it and come back” steps.

“Better, Teacher, much better. But you got yourself a problem, don’t you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“This is the kind of thing I see all the time – someone realizes they have to dig deep to

deal with their obligations, so they sell personal stuff and bring me back a larger payment. Except they can’t sustain it. They run out of things to sell. Tell me something, Teacher – do you dance?”

“What? Dance? What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you have any rhythm? Can you shake your tail? Can you express yourself in motion?” He giggled! “I stole that from somewhere. Kind of like the phrase, don’t you?”

“It’s okay. But I don’t understand.”

“You owe me money and you aren’t going to be able to pay it off in a timely manner. So, your choice is simple – go to work for me, or give it all up and run away. And I don’t think that’s a very inviting alternative. Do you?”

“No, not at all. So, what would I do for you?”

“Like I said, if you can dance, I got some acceptable work. If you can’t dance, I also got work available, but I doubt it would be a first choice. So? Can you dance?”

“Yeah, Tony, I can dance.”

“Good. Then this coming Friday night, I expect you to show up at 6:00 at my club. Ask for Francie.”

“And how long do I have to dance for you?”

“If you’re really good, you could be earning $200 a night in tips. That will all go to me. I’ll pay you a salary and that will cover your gas and stuff. But turn over the tips to me and it’ll pay me off in a year. If you’re good, of course.”

“But…” I stammered.

“Your other choice is an old fashioned one – they call it the world’s oldest profession for a reason. Take your pick. You now work for me until you pay me back or I let your school district in on what you’ve been up to. Is that understood?”

“Yes. It’s understood. And I’ll take the dancing.”

“Good. Then get out of here. See Francie on Friday at 6PM and don’t be late.”

I left, and the drive back home was horrendous. See, I knew the name of the club on that card. I hadn’t agreed to being a social dance partner – I’d agreed to be an exotic dancer. An ecdysiast. A stripper in a titty bar. But then, it could have been worse – it appears the alternative was working as a hooker for Tony. Interesting choice. Get up on stage and get naked (or very close) or get fucked by strangers. I’ll admit that, at some point in my life when I had too little money and too much to drink, I had contemplated turning tricks. But only as long as it took me to sober up. So, the choice with Tony didn’t require much thinking. However, I didn’t know shit about dancing for a living.

Thank goodness for the Internet! I got on Google and searched for a bunch of things. Came up with a bunch of YouTube videos on how to dance on stage, instructional videos on pole dancing, and more. A lot farther down the list, I found some very interesting articles. One was from a former stripper and I spent two hours reading it.

To say it opened my eyes would be an understatement. Carolyn (her stage name) had been interviewed for a sociologist’s project, and she was very up front about everything that happened in the clubs where she danced. She told about club owners and managers who expected sexual favors from dancers (and that was where I realized Tony’s blowjob was a big mistake); about gay dancers; about how the real money was in lap dances; about how many dancers did drugs to numb themselves to selling themselves; and how it pamukkale escort really was possible to get successful without all of that – but how hard that was. She talked about how many of the dancers who came and went while she worked were younger women who started it out as a lark but who got lured by money into turning tricks. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

I think I spent about one minute trying to figure a way out of my dilemma before I gave that up. I got myself into it. I could get myself through it – if I was smart about it. That’s when I started looking at the videos. I also took a good, long look at my body, naked, in a mirror. Front and back. My boobs were probably the outstanding feature – like I said, 36D, firm, with large nipples. My stomach was flat. One thing in my favor – no tan lines. I spent all my sun time in the nude. I worked up a sweat doing what I thought was a pretty good imitation of the videos I found, then took a shower and went to bed.

The next few days in school were nothing special. As Friday approached, I began to get nervous. But I made it through the day, and arrived at the Kit-Kat Klub at 5:45. I waited in my car until 5:55 and then went in. The club wasn’t all that much – especially with the lights on as the staff cleaned and prepped. I went up to the bar.

“I’m looking for Francie.” I said.

“You must be the new girl. I’m Joe, I have the opening shifts. Francie’s in back – through that door.” He said, pointing.

“Thanks, Joe. See you later.” I went into the back, and the first person I found was a big, very muscled dude in a t-shirt. When I say big, I mean he was over 6-foot, 5-inches, and probably weight about 300, of which most of it was muscled.

“I’m looking for Francie. I’m Harriet. Tony told me to see her.” I held out my hand.

“If Tony told you to see ‘her’ then he was pulling your leg. I’m Francie. Francie Ederle. I’m the club manager.” His hand swallowed mine but held it delicately.

“Oh. I’m sorry, just assumed with that name…”

“Don’t worry. Most folks do that. I’m used to it. Anyway, let’s go back to the dressing area. None of the girls get here until 7, so we won’t be disturbed.”

“Um, I don’t know…”

“Look, Harriet, you are in the body business now. I ain’t gonna try anything, but I do need to know what we’re working with. See this ring? It’s real and you’ll get to meet my wife at some point, since she’s like a mother for the girls. And I’m absolutely faithful to her. Besides, I need to show you the ropes. Okay?”

“Yes. Sorry. I’m nervous.”

“No shit. It would be weird if you weren’t. I understand. And I know all the back story, so relax. I’ll be your partner, and we’ll get this handled, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

He took me into a back area, with makeup tables and mirrors. There was an open closet with stuff in it with sequins and spangles.

“This is the dressing area. You’ll share it with all the other girls. The last table on that side is available – take it as yours. Now, let’s talk about being here. First, if you bring in anything that you need to keep safe, give it to either Joe or Damon (he’s the late-night leader) and they’ll lock it up for you. Leave it in here and there’s no guarantee you’ll find it when you come back. That means money, papers – anything. For makeup, don’t go buying that high-end shit. I recommend you take a look at what the other girls are using, and stick with those brands. Really good stuff has led to fights – and not just name-calling. Getting started, you can go into the closet and use what fits. After a shift, put it in the basket and we get it cleaned – don’t put it back on the hangers.”

“Understood.”

“Okay, now it’s time to get naked.”

“What? I thought you said…”

“Relax, Harriet. You are going to be naked – or pretty damn close – up on stage. You are gonna be naked back here getting ready. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before – but this is where we deal with inhibitions. I’m not going to touch, but while I’m probably going to enjoy the view, that’s all I’ll enjoy. I told you, I’m a married man and, so far, no one’s shown me anything that will change that or make me give up my vows. Now, get naked.”

With that, I simply followed “orders” – I got naked. I had a small gym bag with me, so as I took things off, they went in the bag. Since I started out in jeans and a t-shirt, it didn’t take long until I was naked. Once I was, I stood still for a moment, then did a slow 360 with my arms held out wide.

“Well?” I asked.

“Nice. The customers will definitely enjoy the view. The lack of tan lines might make you some money; ask the other girls how to make the most of it. You’re a little skinny in the butt, but that won’t be a problem. The boobs are good – natural, yes?”

“Yup. No surgeries of any type. No tattoos, and just an appendectomy scar.”

“Keep up the shaving – all the girls tell me they started getting better tips when pazarcık escort they did it.”

“And how do I go about getting tips?”

“Oh, that’s right. You’re the school teacher. This isn’t your normal working environment, is it?” He grinned.

“Nope, I’m used to boys and girls on the edge of puberty, and I keep covered up NOT to temp them.”

“Yeah, that’s a different crowd, for sure.” We both laughed.

“Well, you get tips a couple of ways. But remember, Tony told me the arrangement, and no matter what you get, you can’t keep any. That means whatever you do get, you hand over to me. I’ll keep it safe and let you know the totals every night. Understood?”

“Yes. I do. But you were going to tell me how I get them, remember?”

“Oh, I remember. First set of tips is while you’re dancing. Get close enough to the edge of the stage and the boys will be happy to respond with cash. Which is the second reason why you never take off your G-string – they need something to put the money in. If you don’t have a string you might find it being inserted in whatever hole they can reach. If you don’t mind, hey, feel free to lose it all. But trust me – you’ll only do it once before you go back to the G-string.”

“You said that’s the second reason to wear a G-string. What’s the first?”

“The law. The state’s not giving out full-nudity licenses where liquor is sold by the drink. And yeah, I know I intimated that sometimes it happens. Here’s the deal – if you are ever so moved, be sure to check with me first. If there’s no law enforcement, we tend to ignore that bit of licensing. But I strongly urge you to trust me and not your beginner’s senses. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Anyway, after dances on stage there’s lap-dances. The customers stay dressed. You can get however you like. It’s 50 bucks for 10 minutes, and that counts as tips. They will all try to get more than a dance – don’t. Vice puts undercover guys in here every once in a while, and every time they do at least one girl gets busted. Plus, we get closed for a week – and nobody makes money. They want more time – fine. They want more action – no go.”

“Any other ways?”

“There are two. Get them to buy you drinks, and the bartenders will keep track. You’ll get 50% counted as tips.”

“You said there was another one. What is it?”

“This last one kind of crosses the border. From time to time, we get asked to provide dancers for certain social events. The girls who go usually come back with a lot of money – but they generally have to do a lot more than dance. If you catch my drift.”

“I do. I’ll keep it in mind, but for now I’ll see about maxing out the first three ways. Okay?” I asked.

“Fine by me. If you do decide on that last way, let me know and I will put you on the list. Till then, nothing to do. Now, you ready to go out on stage?”

“I’m naked!”

“Right. I’m Francie. So, what? You’re now a dancer at a strip club. Being almost naked on stage is how you make money, remember? And since we aren’t open, naked is allowed.”

“Right. I was just surprised. Let’s go.” And with that, we walked through the curtain at the far end of the dressing room and we were on the stage. The lights were still on, and there were people all over, stocking the bar, cleaning the floors, and more. None of them looked up. Why should they? Francie was right – it wasn’t like I was anything unusual. Now, if I had another boob, or one less, or maybe even a cock and boobs, I suppose I’d be different.

“Okay, take some time and get used to the stage area. If you can walk there, you can go there. That means on the bar, out on the runway, on the sides of the stage. You want to start off away from all the hands until you at least start showing your boobs. Then you can start getting close enough to let them slip tips. If any of the customers get out of hand – they grab or pinch or try to stick a finger where it doesn’t belong – then just step back. We have two bouncers at the door – I’ll introduce you when they get here – at least two more inside, and I’m almost always around. If it’s really bad, there’s a couple of buttons we have hidden. Step on one of them and you’ll see three or four of us show up. Then point out the jerk and we’ll handle it. If we haven’t already seen it and removed him.”

“Show me those buttons, okay?” He did, and made sure that I knew when to use them and when NOT to use them. I moved all over the staging areas, looking to be sure of the surfaces. I got comfortable up there and confident that I knew how much space I had to dance in.

“No pole?” I asked.

“We have one, but none of our current dancers uses it so we took it down. You use one?”

“Well, I figured I could enhance the gift giving on one, But I need to practice a bit.”

“Tell you what. I can set it up tomorrow afternoon and you can use it from 3-6. Will that work?”

“That would be great!”

“Okay, let me make a note.” He pulled out a little pad and wrote it down.

Then I heard female voice coming from the door area. Francie spoke up.

“Hey girls, come on in. Want you to meet your new sister.”

Four young women came into the bar. They were a rather colorful lot – and they included a face I never, ever expected to see. She was just as shocked to see me as I was to see her.

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What started out as an innocent lark – a so-called Christmas present to myself, turned into an uncontrollable, sexual inferno. My sexual desire and lust could not be satiated the month Christians celebrate the birth of baby Jesus.

My sexual odyssey, during this timeframe was not intended to be sacrilegious. It was just a co-incidence or so I thought.

Anyway, I kept a little diary. I wanted to be able to remember my experiences and, perhaps, someday, not only be entertained by them, but possibly reflect about the folks I’d met along the way.

A couple of months later, when I began to read my diary, the sentences were – not written very well. I decided to make the sentences and the sequences of events more coherent. As I began the re-write, I began remembering more and more and more.

This exercise forced me to reflect what I had done much sooner than I had expected or wanted. Why had I made certain choices and was there a connection between my choices – besides sex?

When I came home from college the following summer, my big Sis found my hedonistic draft. Sis read it and then it appears – shared it with my Stepmom.

These events and their unfolding will be the subject of my very next series. It will be called “Anal Epic”. I will probe deeply into all these matters.

December 1

I dropped in about 10 pm Saturday night. The large, adult theater room was about 50% packed.

A tall, muscular black dude about fifty years old sat down next to me. He immediately unzipped and pulled out a fat, six-inch, uncut cock, and offered it to me.

I could smell its fresh aroma, right away. In addition, it just made my mouth water.

As I leaned over and began to suck it, I wondered how big was it going to get. I was soon distracted when he reached around me, wormed his big hand into my shorts, and pushed his thick middle finger down between my cheeks.

When he noticed my anus was greased, he slid it in, all the way up my ass, and began to wiggle it around my prostrate. In less than less than two minutes, I was moaning and his fully erect cock was not only throbbing, but had grown another four-inches! Without further ado, he stood me up, bent me over the seat in front of me, pulled down my shorts, and told me to “spread’em.”

I reached behind me and opened my cheeks, exposing my puckered anus to everyone in the theater. The guy then spit on his cock and slowly began pushing all ten inches up my smooth, white ass – the equivalent of a fluorescent light in the dark theater.

Four other black guys pushed their way through the small crowd and took turns skull fucking me, as I was unceremoniously butt-fucked. They also fucked my ass, after the first guy came in me.

After they had made their deposits, I collapsed in my chair, like a satisfied whore. My bowels and belly were bloated from all the semen.

I jacked off and then went home about thirty minutes later. I didn’t know what else to do.

December 2

I stopped in, again, the following night about 11 pm. The theatre was full of black and Latino guys. In the last three rows, everybody was either giving or getting a BJ. I sat down in the last row and two middle-aged, black guys walked to the row in front of me, faced me, and unzipped.

When they waggled their soft cocks at me, I leaned forward and took turns sucking them. They smelled and tasted very clean. When they were both hard, they invited me to their van, which was parked on a side street.

It was thrilling – on all fours, and being fucked in the ass as people strolled by the sidewalk – only a couple of feet away. I could sense that some people even stopped to listen to the steady plop, plop, plop of a good butt-fucking. I would guess the shaking van and occasional human grunts had something to do with that, too. Each of the guys came twice in my ass in less than forty minutes.

After they left, I went back inside to clean up. While in a stall, I noticed another older black guy standing at a urinal, slowly stroking his extremely thick, semi-hard cock. It was obvious that he wanted me to see what he intended to fuck me with – if I opened the door.

Knowing this guy was not after a BJ, I unlocked the door, pushed it open a few inches, turned around, bent over, spread my white cheeks, and looked back. I watched the guy take a good look at what he was going to fuck.

After a slight pause, he grasped his meaty cock and walked over to my stall. With his free hand, he opened the door all the way.

As he entered my stall, I turned around, and dropped to my knees. He let me stare at his huge cock a few seconds, before he pushed the back of my head forward.

I sucked his fat monster and his big balls ’til his cock stiffened. Then he stood me up, turned me around, and bent me over. I grabbed the toilet seat to brace myself for the entrance of his huge, mushroom-capped cockhead into my little, greased anus.

To prevent me from squirming uncontrollably, he grabbed my hips tightly as he pushed into me. My back arched orhangazi escort and my ass wiggled as the huge intruder opened me up.

I wished I could have see seen how wide his big, fat hog had stretched my asshole. His shaft was so thick, my sphincter couldn’t even squeeze it.

After he was in me, he grasped my cheeks and held them open, as he nudged his cock in and out, loosening my anus. He did this for a couple of minutes, until he felt my rectum relax, and then he slowly fucked me.

After several minutes, I was tiring rapidly, but could sense he was almost on the verge of coming. His breathing was slowly quickening. Suddenly, I felt him shudder.

The somewhat brief length of time he was in me had nothing to do with how much cum his plump balls released. His warm sperm just poured, non-stop, out of his big piss hole into my rectum. He was one of the few guys that could give you a sperm enema.

When he pulled out of my creamed ass, I expelled a lot of trapped air. Hearing snickers, I turned my head around. About six guys were standing behind the black guy, looking at my ass. Since I could feel cool air entering my rectum, I knew my anus was well expanded.

Realizing that my ass did not need more cock, I quickly pulled up my pants and left for home.

That was it for this night! Well, not really.

I barely made it back to my dorm room. All that cum was cramping my intestines…

December 3

I went to an ABS bout 3:00 PM. I sucked one cock. It was medium-sized and hard as a rock. Eventually, the guy put his hands on the back of my head and fucked my face good, until he filled my belly.

A little Latino guy watched as he masturbated. I tried to suck him, too, but all he wanted was to be jacked off.

There were a couple of nice looking, younger guys there, but they disappeared. I guess I just need to get there earlier or later in the day.

December 4

This afternoon I went to ABS and theater combo. I ventured back to the small theater rooms. I checked them all out. Not much was going on that time of day.

I decided room four had the best fuck flick, so I went in and leaned against the back wall. About ten minutes later, a big, beefy, black guy positioned himself next to me.

When he pulled out his cock, I did the same. A couple of minutes later, I was on my knees, trying not to gag on the big, uncut organ that had impaled my throat.

When he was hard, I stood-up, and stripped naked in the empty, dark theater. I then assumed the position – head down, ass up and spread wide on the couch that was next to us.

Although it took the black guy a few minutes to lube and loosen my horny ass, his cock remained hard. I am sure he was highly anticipating my tight little ass convulsing around his big black cock.

When he finally got his entire length in me that is exactly what happened. He fucked my ass strongly.

I was even disappointed when he finally flooded my bowels. He certainly knew how to use that big cock.

When I turned to say something to him, I saw at least six to seven black guys lined up behind him. They were stroking their cocks, waiting to cum in my hot hole.

They all did. One after another, they quickly dumped their loads in my ass.

After they were through, I just laid on the couch with my asshole gaping and sperm freely running out. I saw a number of guys and couples stop to look at me, and then move along. I went to sleep. I very was so exhausted.

When I woke up, a guy was on the other end of the couch, fucking a naked woman! I immediately got hard, sat up, and watched.

After the guy came, he let me fuck her sperm filled pussy. I came very quickly. As I crawled off her she said, “Eat me!”

When I gladly lowered my head between her legs, her friend mounted me from behind. Without hesitation, he drove his hard cock all the way up my sperm-filled ass.

When the woman saw me wince, she smiled and said, “He has a big cock…doesn’t he…I’m too small for him to take me up the ass…”

I just nodded and as she positioned herself, so she could watch me slurp the warm cum out of her pussy and her friend fuck my ass silly. I was quickly learning, that couples most often, used the female as bait.

The third time she came, the guy exploded in my ass. After a very brief respite, they switched positions. He gave me his cock to suck and she fisted me!

After she had eased her entire, little hand into my ass, she told the on-lookers that I had a very hot ass. I didn’t hear much else because I was trying to remember if she had long finger nails or rings on her fingers. I admonished myself for not checking.

After a few minutes I relaxed when I realized I was okay and began to enjoy the way she slowly rotated her little fist against my prostrate. I even raised my ass up when she reached between my legs, pulled my cock back through, and determinedly jacked me with her free hand.

In no time, I had a gigantic orgasm. My cum literally ortahisar escort exploded out of my cock. Despite having his salty cock in mouth, I hollered the whole time I came!

When I got home, I immediately soaked my ass in hot water.

December 5

The following night I dropped in around 7 PM. I went directly to the theater side.

I caught a guy’s eye, leaned against the wall, and let him suck my cock, ’til I was oozing a precum. At some point my cocksucker decided he did not want to be watched, so he asked me follow him to a dark corner of the theater. I obliged.

After we had jacked each other’s cocks hard, again, I dropped down and began sucking the precum out of his big cock. When he couldn’t take anymore, he pulled me up, and started to play with my ass as he sucked my cock. I was so turned on that I turned around and spread my cheeks. I wanted him to fuck me with his big cock, but he had something in else in mind.

He kneeled down and began to rim me! Was he good and uninhibited! His tongue went deep into my horny ass!

When he finally tired, I turned back around and shoved my throbbing, oozing cock right into his hot mouth. After only a few strokes, I came so hard I thought I was going to fall over! I completely emptied my balls.

There was no way I could top that experience tonight. I left him with his belly full of my cum.

December 6

Wow! What an exciting night. Got here about 7 PM, but nothing was going on. About an hour later, a nice looking, glamorous couple came in and sat midway down the main theater aisle. It did not take long for a large crowd to gather around them.

The female, a blonde, started slow – just rubbing her big tits and pussy. Then to everyone’s disappointment, the couple got up as if to leave. Surprise! The couple decided to move down front for more room and that is when the mini-orgy began.

As the crowd gathered around them, again, the couple stripped completely naked. The blonde pulled out a strap-on and buckled it on as her guy bent over theater chair and braced himself. She then greased his ass and the dildo and began to butt-fuck him as guys took turns sucking his big, porn star cock.

At this point, there were at least 30-40 people watching. The couple were very entertaining – they really enjoyed the attention.

As I stood back and watched, I noticed a single female enter the theater and seat herself, far away from the crowd. Regardless, I walked over to her and casually displayed my hard cock. I was not really surprised, when she, unhesitatingly, opened her mouth.

As her warm mouth engulfed my cock, a small crowd started to gather around us. Soon, she was stroking a hard cock with each hand as her mouth worked my cock. Boy, could she suck cock!

Since I did not want to cum just yet, I stepped aside, and watched her suck and stroke everything she could reach, but not for long. Apparently, one of the guys told her about the blonde and convinced her to move to the front.

I was sure glad he did. The two women, strangers to each other, took turns going down on each other!

After the two women finished playing, they took on the lust-filled crowd. The woman got into a sixty-nine position – side by side on the floor, so that the horny guys could fuck either wet hole or splash sperm in their faces. It was quite the show!

Before I left, I emptied my balls down a young, married woman’s throat. Her hubby sat right next to her – watching, as I stood in front of her, gently gliding her brunette head up and down my thick cock.

Although I pushed deep right before I came and tears sprung into her eyes, she swallowed every drop of sperm. She even continued to nurse on my cock after I came! This was the best visit ever!

December 7

I went to a men’s spa this afternoon. There were about 25-30 guys there. I sucked four guys off in the steam cave, right off the bat.

After a very long cold shower, I let a black guy lube my horny ass and take me in front of several guys in the video room. He fucked me hard and fast and came quickly. I chilled a few minutes before I ventured over to the Jacuzzi.

There was no one in the Jacuzzi room when I walked in, so I stretched out on my stomach, along side it. A few minutes later, a guy came in and sat down next to me.

Soon, I was between his legs giving him a slow BJ. This guy was a grower! His white, semi-hard cock grew HUGE!

When my mouth tired, he mounted me, and fucked me right there. About eight guys watched his big cock stuff my little asshole as plunged his meat in and out of me.

Right before he came, he pulled my shoulders back, and forced his cock deep into my rectum. I swear I felt his cockhead enter my intestines moments before he began spurting.

As soon as he pulled out, at least two more guys mounted me. These guys came as soon as they penetrated me.

Exhausted, I went back to my room to take a nap. I was about to lie down, when the manager knocked on osmangazi escort my door and asked me to leave. He never did say why.

December 8

I went to a different spa today. I immediately eyed a nice looking guy changing in the locker room. I followed him out to the showers and then to a huge steam room.

We sat next to each other and automatically began playing with our cocks. We let another nice looking guy get on his knees and take turns sucking us.

He was good, but I did not want to blow my load, just yet. Apparently, my new friend felt the same. We politely thanked our cocksucker and left to cruise the hallways.

Eventually, we found another young man in his room, waiting for action. We fucked him senseless and left him with a gaping asshole that was leaking our deposits.

We then went to the Jacuzzi to relax. After about 20 minutes, I saw my next target – a black guy with a cock that was sticking straight up.

I followed him to large room that had several bunk beds. He let me suck his cock ’til he almost blew. Then he asked me to assume the position, basically, in the middle of the room.

Having no shame now, I eagerly got on all fours. The black guy stood over me, then squatted down, facing away from me. He fucked me in front of a few guys.

At some point, a horny guy pulled my cock back through my legs and expertly sucked me, ’til I came. The black guy came in me as soon as he felt my ass lock up during my orgasm.

After spending about thirty minutes cooling down in the pool, I decided to call it a day. I went back to the locker room and saw a nice looking, hung guy standing in front of his locker.

When I bent over to pick something else, he casually said, “I see you have had a little action today already.”

As he watched me shyly reach around and touch my anus, he stroked his big, stiffening white cock, adding, “I mean it’s always best for my partner…to be loosened up.”

I agreed, but left anyway. I was exhausted. Maybe I would see him, again.

December 9

Tonight, a tall, longhaired, black girl came into the ABS dressed in a mini and wearing spike heels. She had beautifully toned legs and an ass to die for. I immediately entered the booth next to the one she chose.

When I peeked through the gloryhole, she was sitting, but looking back at me, licking her luscious lips. I immediately pulled my cock out and offered it to her.

She sucked me like a Hoover with a hemi. I think I was cumming in her mouth before my orgasm even started!

Even though I was a little embarrassed about cumming so quickly, I bent down to the gloryhole to thank her. I was about to speak when she stood and lifted her mini. I was stunned when she exposed, a nine-inch, semi-hard cock!

I quickly opened my Vaseline jar, lubed my lips and tongue, and then opened my mouth as wide as possible at entrance of the gloryhole. I did not have to wait long for my reward. I swallowed about seven-inches on her first thrust!

This ‘girl’ publicly butt-fucked me three times over the next few hours. She did me doggie, bent over a chair, and last, standing up. She slapped my ass, too, each time she fucked me.

In between our public breedings, she let countless guys suck my ass off her seemingly, constantly hard, light brown cock. Most of these white guys had walked in after she had just fucked me. They had no idea her cock had just cum in my ass.

When will you come back, honey?

December 10

I visited a different ABS tonight, around 8:30 PM. It was very quiet with only four guys in the booths. I had plenty of time to undress and lube my ass.

A few minutes later, I lucked out when a guy slid his big, thick, white cock through my gloryhole. I deep-throated him for several minutes, before I stood up, turned around. I wanted his cock in my ass.

When I pressed my ass up against the gloryhole, he stuck his finger in my ass and waved it around for a minute. Then he withdrew it to examine the color of his finger.

Upon seeing I was clean, he pushed his swollen cockhead into my eager anus. He immediately began fucking my ass hard.

After a few minutes, he increased his speed even more, to the point where his thighs were slamming loudly against the cheap plywood walls. I was bracing myself against the wall opposite me, as if my life depended upon it.

At some point, the cashier, a fat, blonde woman, yanked my booth door open. She stared into my eyes and then at the huge cock in my ass, before she unblinkingly admonished, “Go into his booth… NOW! You’re driving my customers away!”

When I immediately stood-up, I felt a big whoosh as the huge, white cock was jerked out of my ass. I grabbed my clothes and quickly scooted by the cashier, not caring for a second about my bobbing hard-on and gaping asshole.

Luckily, the other booth door was not locked and I was able to walk right in. I grabbed some bills out of my shirt pocket, feed them into the video machine, and took a deep breath.

When I heard the cashier walk away, I looked at the owner of the big white cock. He was young, tall, and had a slim build. We both smiled and shook our heads.

I sucked him hard, again, and even licked his freshly washed asshole, before bending over. This time, the young man kindly lubed me, before penetrating me.

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Ann was on a roll. Her sex was becoming an obsession. But where better to let it blossom than here at this resort? Her seduction tactics had been working perfectly. According to their protocol, she went to breakfast by herself to cruise for her next target. Sure enough, she spied what she was looking for. An older woman was dining alone. She was quite attractive, impeccable makeup, a well-conditioned body. But she was alone, perhaps a younger widow, perhaps a recent divorcee looking to reawaken lost desires, perhaps a refugee from a barren marriage. She could be perfect. Ann asked if she could join her. The woman smiled and nodded.

Ann guided the conversation carefully, learning the woman, Bev, was on her first alone vacation in many years, leaving her husband at home. A bit more prying revealed Bev was indeed there on a break from a cold loveless marriage, not looking to play, just wanting to relax. Perfect, Ann thought. She launched into her plan, wincing in pain as she shifted in her seat.

“What’s wrong?” Bev asked. Ann went into her story of how she had been having too much vigorous vacation sex, leaving her sore. She knew she was making Bev feel a bit deprived, telling her about how horny Ben had been, subjecting her to lots of sex every day and night. “I wish I had that problem,” Bev admitted. It was exactly what Ann wanted to hear.

Ann went on to describe how tropical vacations always made her very horny, that she and Ben loved stealing opportunities to play naughty, such as secretly fondling each other on the beach, stealing orgasms in broad daylight on the beach or at a corner table in the crowded nightclub. Bev said she was impressed at them being so daring. “That makes sex so much more exciting. Besides, no one knows them; what is there to lose; you only live once. Taking a few naughty risks adds so much to the enjoyment.”

Bev was suddenly quiet, assessing what this said about her own deprived sex life. She had so few truly erotic memories. “Listening to you tells me I have missed a lot,” she said sadly.

“Oh, I am so sorry for going on like that. I certainly did not intend to make you feel badly,” Ann feigned apology.

“It’s OK. You are just making me realize what I have missed,” Bev said.

Just then Ben came into the restaurant and found them. He walked up and introduced himself. He said he was just going to grab a bagel and go back to the room.

After he left them, Ann pressed ahead, “Isn’t he cute?” Bev agreed. “And he is an incredible lover.” Bev smiled and looked down, now feeling self-conscious. “Maybe I can make it up to you,” Ann said softly, moving in for the capture. My husband, Ben, loves my sexuality. He is a very sexy man. And he is very obedient to my desires and ideas. Perhaps you would enjoy joining us on the beach this morning?”

Bev really felt self-conscious now, wondering what exactly Ann was suggesting. She suspected this couple was looking to pick her up. She was appalled at where this was going. But she was also intrigued. She took too long to say no and Ann picked up on that.

“It could be really fun,” Ann coaxed. Bev smiled now obviously considering the offer. “What have you got to lose?”

“Sure, why not.” Bev finally answered after a long pause. She was flattered and excited at such a bold invitation. Ann smiled and touched Bev’s arm. “We could see how it goes.”

Back in her room Bev trembled with excitement. She thought to herself, “What the hell do you think you are doing, considering this?” She decided to back out, to not meet them. But she proceeded to try on her bathing suits, suffering over which one she looked best in. She fussed with her makeup and hair. She felt herself marching forward toward her “date” with this bold couple.

An hour later the three of them walked to the beach. “You look really nice,” Ann told her. Bev was flattered, feeling herself being seduced. She felt a knot in her stomach as they kept walking toward the deserted far end of the beach. Ann spread the blanket and directed Ben to lie between them. “Let’s give him a massage,” Ann suggested, pouring oil onto Ben’s back. Bev was excited running her hands across his strong, muscular back. Bev was a bit shocked as Ann pushed the legs of Ben’s trunks up to expose his buttocks to the massage. “I’ll take this leg and you nizip escort take the other,” Ann instructed as she poured oil the length of each leg. Bev mirrored Ann’s kneading as they worked higher and higher up his thighs to his buttocks. She forced herself to dare to knead the man’s powerful buttocks.

Eventually Ann instructed Ben to turn over. His erection filled the front of his trunks. Bev was very close to leaving as Ann poured oil onto his chest and began spreading it. Bev hesitantly participated spreading the oil. “Look at this chest,” Ann continued. “Is there any wonder I can’t keep my hands off this man?” Bev was now in a trance of excitement and fear over how she was enjoying this. “Isn’t this nice, Bev? Isn’t this what a tropical vacation is all about?” Bev had to agree with that comment.

Ann poured more oil down the front of Ben’s legs. The women kneaded his muscles gradually up his thighs. Bev’s mouth was incredibly dry. She felt this had to stop, now. “Check this out,” Ann said softly as she fumbled with the legs of his trunks, pushing them up. She reached in and found his cock. She had to stretch the material wide to get him out. Suddenly his erection slipped out into the daylight. “Isn’t he beautiful?” she said proudly as Bev gasped seeing him. “Can you see now why I can’t get enough of him, not to mention why I had a sore bottom this morning?” Bev was shocked at what was happening. She was shocked to admit to herself she found this extremely erotic and very pleasurable. Her desire to run was replaced with a new and exciting sexual arousal. Her seduction was complete.

“Doesn’t he have a gorgeous cock?” Ann continued, now stroking her hand up and down his shaft bas he moaned. Bev was impressed by his oversized cock head. “Just imagine how that would feel pushing into you.” She was imagining exactly that. Ann persisted with her narration, “When he comes, it is a huge explosion. You’ve never felt anything like it. And he produces a massive quantity of semen.” Her graphic description was hypnotic. “Feel him,” Ann urged Bev. Bev gingerly took his cock in her hand. She was deeply entranced. His moans made her pussy flow, something she had not felt in years. “Go ahead, make him come,” Ann coaxed.

Bev was totally under Ann’s control and Ann knew it. Ann rolled his massive balls around in her hand as Bev stroked his shaft. His moans increased. “You are going to love this,” Ann encouraged. Bev stroked up and down, fascinated with the soft texture overlying his rock-hard engorgement. “He’s getting bigger. You’re going to make him come,” Ann continued. Bev was amazed at how his cock head swelled even bigger. She felt his shaft tremble and begin to pulse. He cried out and spurted powerfully. Semen exploded out of him up onto his chest, then another, then another. His fluids then poured out in a steady, heavy flow down over her hand. She stared blankly at this incredibly erotic display of pure erotic sex.

Moment later Ann announced, “Your turn, Bev.” That shocked Bev back to reality. “Go ahead, lie down. Switch places with him. Let’s make you come.” Bev was again terrified at what was happening. But she was completely under Ann’s spell. She looked around afraid they would be caught, but quickly realized no one was near them and she was sheltered between the two of them. She laid on her belly.

Ann took the lead, still. “Let’s slip off your bathing suit and replace it with these shorts and tank top so we can keep you covered but get at you better. She said nothing as she allowed them to slip off her suit and slide on the shorts and tank top. She gave herself over to them. They pushed the top up to expose her back. She moaned as she felt four hands spread the oil and commence a soothing massage. They moved to her legs. The baggy shorts allowed them free access to her bottom. She was a bit shocked feeling Ben massage her back as Ann explored her bottom with oily hands. She moaned as fingers stroked her labia and circled the opening of her vagina. She felt her hand begin to massage her clitoris with the other hand slipped fingers into her vagina. Her climax approached as more fingers filled her pussy. She could not contain her climax, moaning loudly as an incredibly powerful orgasm made her whole body spasmed. It was more powerful than she had ever odunpazarı escort before experienced. They let her relax for some time before guiding her onto her back. She had never felt so sexual.

She was breathless as Ben lifted her top to expose her breasts. “Very nice,” he commented, flattering her. His breast massage was heavenly. Ann just watched this for a while, before adding her hands to the breast massage. Feeling this man and this woman gently pinching, pulling and rolling her nipples. She came close to an orgasm for just this nipple-play. She had forgotten this treat and suddenly felt grateful for this very unexpected experience.

“I have a special treat for you,” Ann announced softly. She produced a vibrator. The sound shocked Bev back toward reality, suddenly afraid. She had never tried a vibrator, fearing the idea of it. But she was nowhere near having any control over what was happening to her. She jumped when Ann started running it up an down her inner thigh, easing it closer and closer to her pussy. She moaned as it slipped under the shorts and over her labia. “Do you like that?” Ann asked gently. Bev said nothing, just moaning at these incredible new sensations. “Have you ever used a vibrator?” Ann asked. Bev shook her head. This greatly excited Ann, realizing what a treasure this encounter must be for this woman.

Bev felt the humming run across her labia, through the swollen opening of her vagina, making her groan. It dipped into her slightly. She groaned again. It slid in deeper, then out and around her labia, then back into her again. It was incredible. It moved up to her clitoris circling it deliciously. “Do you like it better here?” Ann asked mischievously…”Or here?” as she slid it back into Bev’s vagina, this time much deeper, making her groan again. She could not answer. Ann moved it back and forth, teasing Bev for an answer.

Ann realized it was a tossup. Bev loved each one. As soon as Ann realized that, she reached into her tote bag and retrieved a second vibrator. “I came prepared,” Ann said. “I figured you may be unable to make up your mind, so I have another one.” Ann knew how to drive a woman crazy. She slipped the first, larger one deep into Bev’s pussy as she snapped on the power of the second one. Ben held the crotch of the baggy shorts to one side so Ann could use both toys on her. Bev took charge of the vaginal vibrator, fucking Bev gently but deeply with it as Ann focused on Bev’s clitoris. Bev had a thunderous orgasm. They kept at her this way for two more orgasms. When Bev begged them to stop, they persisted for one more climax, just to make sure. It was spectacular. The past few years Bev’s sex life had been reduced to quick stolen moments of masturbation giving her empty little climaxes. She had concluded that would be all for the rest of her life. She had been reawakened.

After a moment of rest and recovery Ann announced it was her turn. Ann took Bev’s spot in the middle. She laid on her back and slithered off her bikini bottoms. She did not want to waste time on a massage now. She had other options for that, remembering her boys back in the massage room. Naughty ideas about that rushed through her mind just then, but she quickly dismissed those in favor of this moment’s excitement. She handed the vibrators to Bev. “Go ahead, make me come,” she urged. Bev had never done anything with another woman, but she hungered to give this to Ann. She used the two toys to do exactly what she had done to her. Ben watched as Bev concentrated on what she was doing to Ann. She gave Ann two wonderful orgasms. Bev felt very proud of herself, exhilarated over what was happening to her today.

It had been an incredible experience. Bev had never even fantasized about anything remotely similar to this. She was smitten. When Ann suggested they retire back to their room for some really nice sex, Bev felt like sprinting back to the hotel with them.

Back in the room, Ann and Bev stripped Bev naked. They asked her to parade around for them to look at her. Bev felt very excited by this. She had long ago concluded she was no longer attractive, but these two changed all that. She could not get enough of them examining her like this, especially when they began exploring her with their hands. She found herself standing onikişubat escort in the middle of the room, Ben cuddling close behind her, his erection rubbing against her buttocks, massaging her breasts and holding them for Ann to cuddle close against her front, licking and sucking her nipples as she let her fingers wander through Bev’s pubic hair before search for her clitoris. Bev felt an orgasm sweep over her as they did this to her.

Ann kissed Bev passionately on her lips as Ben kissed the sides of her neck and slid his cock under her crotch, rubbing back an forth in her wetness. She tips her hips back to invite him to push into her. Ann whispered in her ear, “Ben thinks you are one of the sexiest women he ever saw.” Bev moaned at this. She was never so frantic to be fucked. “He is dying to fuck you.” Ann said. “So am I.” Bev was breathless. Her excitement grew to fearful levels. The guided her to the bed. Ann laid back, pulling Bev with her. They kissed passionately as Ben’s cock rubbed up and down her soaked pussy. Bev moaned as she felt him start to push into her. She had never had a cock this size. “He’s going to fuck you sop nice,” Ann whispered to her. Ann cried out with excitement as she felt his huge cock head spreading her vagina. He felt enormous as he slid steadily into her deeper and deeper. She groaned when she felt his pubic bone push against her tailbone, burying his erection all the way in. He pulled back and pushed in harder, then again harder. He began a long, hard, deep fucking. He felt incredible. Ann knew he needed lots fucking before he would come again. It would be perfect. The women made out like teenagers as Ben fucked her. Ann reached down and rubbed Bev’s clitoris, making her climax yet again.

Soon Ann instructed them to get up from the bed. Bev moaned with disappointment as Bev slid out of her, making her realize even more just how much he filled her. Ben sat on the sofa. Ann guided Bev to back up to him and sit on his lap. She knelt and guided Ben’s cock back into Bev’s pussy. As Bev settled down onto his cock, she felt even more deeply filled. It was almost too much. She eased back against his chest as he gathered her breasts into his hands. Ann leaned over them and sucked Bev’s nipples as Bev started to ride up and down on Ben’s cock.

Ann moved down, kneeling between their thighs. She began kissing Bev’s pubis, eventually finding her clitoris with her mouth. Bev settled down all the way onto Ben’s erection, It was incredibly deep in her. She moaned as Ann simultaneously sucked and swirled her tongue on Bev’s clitoris. The mix of sensations scrambled Bev’s consciousness. It was so much. A huge orgasm swept over her. She heard herself crying out very loud. She suddenly feared others could hear this and become alarmed. That thought quickly passed as Ann licked her to another orgasm.

Ann pulled Bev off Ben’s lap and sat her on the sofa next to Ben. She realized Ann was fucking her with Ben’s cock. Ben knelt between Bev’s spread legs and Ann sat next to her on the sofa. “Oh my, look at that,” Ann said directing all their attention to Bev’s now red and inflamed pussy. “I think someone is having fun,” Ann quipped, smiling.

“Yes, I think so,” Bev panted. “Please, fuck me some more,” she begged Ben. They all watched, fascinated by the view of Ben’s oversized cockhead nudging her pussy, trying to work back into her.

“That’s a pretty erotic sight,” Ann comment, stroking Bev’s breasts and kissing the side of her neck. They watched Ben’s cock slide into her as she groaned.

“He’s so big,” Bev moaned.

“Do you like it?” Ann teased. Bev just nodded, now unable to speak. Ben began to fuck her slowly, deeply, firmly. Ann stroked and lightly kissed Bev’s face, neck and breasts as she allowed Bev to concentrate undistracted on Ben’s fucking. Bev tolted her head back and lost herself in the sensations. Eventually, Ben scooped Bev into his arms and swung her to the carpet. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on as he fucked her hard, fast and deep. It was the first time she ever climaxed from fucking alone. Prior to this she had always needed clitoral stimulation to have an orgasm. Just as that orgasm began to fade Ben groaned he was going to come. “You’re going to love this,” Ann told her. Ben cried out very loudly as he had a huge climax.

“Wow, I feel sure feel that,” Bev said, impressed with such a powerful ejaculation. he went on and on for some time. He held still in her until he finally began to shrink. He slipped out. Ann laid on the floor next to Bev and spread the fluids that now poured out of her all over her body.

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Complete Control Ch. 2

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Clarissa and Melanie were upstairs in their bedrooms fast asleep oblivious to anything going on around them. Tony, George and I planned all night what we were going to do to get our revenge on Melanie and Clarissa. After we had our plan all thought out I decided to tease and play with Tony and George to get them ready for the occasion.

I slowly rose from the couch where we were sitting and stood in front of them. My nipples were so hard just thinking about what we were going to do to the girls and my pussy dripping with moisture just thinking about how just hours ago I lost my virginity but had the best orgasm doing it.

I reached for both of their hands and placed them on my breast. Tony and George began playing intently with my nipples sending chills all throughout my body. George looked up with a look as if he was begging to suck on them. AHHHHH, Tony sighed, “Yo Your nipples are so perfect”

“Please can I suck on them?” I nodded and both Tony and George took each of my nipples into their mouth. They sucked and nursed on them so good I couldn’t take it, I felt my legs starting to get wet and realized I was Cumming all over the floor at their feet.

The cum ran down my leg and Tony knelt to the floor to lap up every last drop and worked his way back up to my protruding clit. My clit was so hard and bright cherry pink. I knew if he sucked on me long enough I would cum again. I didn’t want to spoil the fun so I motioned to Tony to get up off the floor. I grabbed both of their cocks and began stroking them and licked every inch of both of their throbbing cocks. I pulled on them, I licked them up and down the sides, I took my tongue and slowly licked them from the bottom of their balls to the tips of their swollen mushrooms. Their cocks began to leak at the head and I sucked out every bit until their cocks couldn’t get any harder.

“OK Guys, lets go teach those gals a lesson” I then stripped off the remainder of my clothes and asked the guys to follow me up to Clarissa and Melanie’s room.

We quietly opened the door to Clarissa’s room and not that I was surprised but there were Melanie and Clarissa naked in the same bed together. I almost forgotten that earlier Melanie attacked me in the bathroom and sucked out my cum. I should have known they were bi-sexual. I had no idea Clarissa would ever do such a thing. I have to admit I really liked that experience in the bathroom. Tony and George both had a rope in their hands. Tony started to tie Clarissa’s hands to the headboard and George quietly tied Melanie’s hands to the headboard.

I stood there and watched as Tony and George began to climb between the girls legs. Tony stuck out his tongue and slowly began to suck on Clarissa’s nipples as George began to do the same to Melanie. Then they worked their way down to both of the girl’s moist holes. I decided karşıyaka escort I wanted to join in on the fun so I walked around the bed over to Melanie and at first I hesitated but then preceded to suck on Melanie’s nipples. Melanie and Clarissa began to awaken and squirmed with pleasure not realizing at first what was happening. Both of their pussies were dripping on to the bed and their nipples were as hard as rocks.

When both of the girls realized what was going on they demanded that we untie them. I immediately intervened. HMMMMMMM what do you think we should do boys? Should we untie them? I don’t think so Tony interrupted. “We are going to show you what it feels like to be teased and tortured” Yes that’s right George replied as he forced his cock into Melanie’s mouth.

Tony and George continued to suck on the girls nipples and hardened clits. The girls moaned and begged them to stop. Melanie screamed as she felt herself began to orgasm and George stopped instantly not allowing her to loose control. Do you want to cum HMMMM? I asked Melanie. Grabbing her by the hair I ordered her to suck Clarissa’s nipples while Tony sucked her clit at the same time. Melanie did as I asked.

Clarissa’s body began to tense up, I guess the feeling of getting sucked on at both ends was more than she could take. I motioned to Tony to stop. Hmmmm Let me see who’s pussy is the wettest as I reached down and began to rub both of them. CLARISSA?! Ooh you are so wet. You want that hard cock inside you don’t you? Clarissa nodded excitedly. OK then, Give her that cock Tony, I ordered. I was beginning to like being in control. I really was excited by the surprised looks on their face and the repeated intense looks on their faces when they were about to cum.

That’s right Tony, give it to her. Tony then lifted up Clarissa’s legs as high as he could and penetrated her with quick thrusts. Like a male dog on the loose. OH MY GOOOODDDDDD!!!! Clarissa screamed as Tony thrust his cock fast and hard inside her. Tony shouted, “YOU LIKE THAT YOU BITCH HUH? I’m going to fuck the shit out of this pussy for what you did to me.”

Tony began to climb underneath Clarissa so that she was lying on top of him, SPREAD HER LEGS GEORGE! SPREAD THEM WIDE FOR ME. I’M GONNA FUCK HER TIGHT ASS!” NOOOOO! Clarissa cried as Tony began to poke at her ass with his cock trying to work his head in. “Lick her hole for me George, get it wet so I can fuck this bitch” George did as Tony ordered. And no sooner did George lick her tight little ass Tony’s mushroom plunged inside her. Clarissa screamed as the head of his cock broke her open and Her eyes widened as he began to work his cock all the way in.

I walked over to George who was now licking Clarissa’s clit as Tony fucked her ass. FILL THAT BITCH UP AT BOTH ENDS I shouted! kartepe escort George then mounted my sister, held her legs apart as he worked his cock inside her pussy. I couldn’t even imagine what it felt like to have two cocks filling up both holes in your body. I wanted to know, and I demanded the boys give me a turn and make them watch. Melanie lye there with her legs spread apart and squirmed as she was left there on the bed with her nipples sticking straight up and her clit swollen just like the boys cocks. She would have been a target for any man at this time I don’t think she would even care who it was. She was a girl ready to orgasm all over any body’s cock who penetrated her.

Melanie? Do you want to watch the boys fuck my pussy hmmm? As I bent down to gently lick her swollen clit. MMHMM MMHMMM! She moaned. Or do you want these fat cocks to fill up your holes too? Melanie’s eyes widened with excitement and I bent down to lick her clit once again. Tony lay on the end of the bed so I could sit on top of his cock and still have access to Melanie’s privates. I heard Clarissa shout behind me that she needed to cum and could I please let Tony or George fuck her so she could. “All in good time Sis” I smiled at her. For now watch these cocks work their way up inside me. I sat on George’s cock and let him enter me for the second time. I was still sore from last night and this being only the second time I had sex I still had to be broken open once again. My pussy became moist and relaxed as I felt a stream of moisture welcome George’s fat cock. George gently rocked his cock back and forth inside me until it was all the way in and Melanie moaned as I sucked on her clit. Tony’s cocked swayed back and forth as he knelt on the bed behind me waiting to get inside my ass.

Tony bent over to lick the entrance and make it wet for his cock. HUUUUUUU! I couldn’t believe the pleasure I felt just from his tongue licking the nerve endings on my ass while I was being fucked. I began to feel vulnerable as every muscle in my body began to relax as if to say take me and do whatever you want to me. I am yours and I am going to cum so good. I knew this was going to be great and I felt my ass spread for him all by itself. I felt his cock apply pressure at the entrance of my ass and my body began to tremble, My hole began to tense up with anticipation.

I felt him push through and I rested my head on George’s chest, opening my legs a little wider for him. That was it. He was in and I was being penetrated from both ends. Tony’s cock was all the way up inside me and so was George’s. They both thrust their cocks quickly and deep inside me. I didn’t know what kind of feeling this was but it was nothing like I’ve ever felt before. I felt their cocks rubbing against each other and rubbing me from the inside at both kaş escort ends.

The orgasm I was about to have is Unexplainable. All I can say it I felt as if the cum was built up deep inside me and about to rush out of me like a broken damn. Just then George and Tony both eased up on their strokes and I felt them getting harder and knew they were about to cum. With the widening of their cocks and the sudden slow thrust I instantly lost it. My pussy clamped down so hard that I squeezed Tony right out of my ass and all my cum gushed down George’s cock and stomach. With the intensity of my orgasm Georges eyes widened and he apologized as he couldn’t get free from my swollen locked pussy lips and squirted intensely all over my insides.

George and I felt weak but we had a job to finish. Tony took his hard cock that was so rudely thrown out of my ass and lifted up Melanie’s legs. YOU want this cock you BITCH HUH?! UH HU YES! Melanie screamed. OH YES! George proceded to fuck Melanie and her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she felt his cock enter her. George and I each took one of Melanies hard nipples in our mouth as we talked her through everything Tony was doing to her with his cock. You like the way that cock massages your clit hmmm? Are you going to be a good girl so we can let you cum all over that cock? Melanie shook her head Yes. Melanie looked excited and eager to let it all out. I ordered her to suck off my cum and Georges cum off his cock. George knelt up on the bed and placed his cock by Melanie’s mouth. “Go ahead suck it, be a good girl” Melanie placed her hand around Georges cock and took him deep inside her mouth.

She sucked off every last drop of George’s and my cum and made George’s cock get hard again in her mouth. “That’s a good girl” I said to Melanie. OK Tony rub that clit and make her cum all over your cock. Tony sat up and thrust his cock in an upward position having direct contact with her clitoris. Melanie looked into my eyes with a surprised look on her face “I’m I’m CUMMING! HAAAAAAAAAAWW!!! AHHH! AHHH AHHHHH! Melanie screamed for a good minute as her cum released onto Tony’s cock.

Tony and George immediately went over to Clarissa who was waiting patiently and this time George took his turn on her pussy and Tony her ass. They both filled up her holes and Clarissa went crazy. She grabbed Tony’s hair as he invaded her tight ass and begged him to suck on her tits. Tony sucked on Clarissa’s nipples, lifting both of her legs up over his arms and slid his cock in even deeper. George rocked back and forth and stroked her insides to orgasm. Clarissa’s body began to tremble all over and her face became distorted and I heard a sound of wetness coming from her pussy and then realized with every stroke of their cocks her cum was squirting out all over the bed.

The girls lye there on the bed all tied up with cum dripping from their holes and Tony, George and I left them lying there for a while to think about what they have done. They decided to repay me for helping them out of their situation in the basement and told me I could have them for the whole weekend all to myself. I can’t wait.

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First Time Threesome

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It was Saturday night, Sue and Greg was getting ready to go out and have a few drinks. Greg was wearing jeans that was skin tight and showed off his nice looking ass. They are Sue’s favorite ones. Sue was in her little black mini and low cut shirt that showed off her cleavage. Greg loved her breast they was nice and big just what he liked.

He was always telling her that he would love to watch her with another man, they had talked about picking up someone one night when they was out. She wondered to herself if tonight would be the night. It made her pussy wet thinking about it. She loved Greg to death so it wasn’t to replace him or even cause their sex life wasn’t great cause it was the best. They knew how to please each other in every way.

They got to the bar, ordered their drinks and sat at a table so they could watch the crowd. As the night grew on they had several drinks and danced a lot. Greg went to the bar to get more drinks and as he started back toward their table he seen a guy sitting in his seat talking to Sue. He put his drinks on the bar and sat on the empty stool behind him and watched his girl. He was getting turned on watching her talk to this guy. He was hoping that she could hit it off with him and by the smile on her face he mut escort was sure she was. His cock was starting to grow hard under his tight jeans it was almost painful. He knew he couldn’t go over till he saw her signal to him which was running her finger over her lips. He took a few more drinks and then she did it. It was his cue to come join them.

He picked up their drinks and headed over to the table. She introduced him to Steve. He was a nice looking man and seemed really nice and down to earth. They sat there for an hour or so drinking and talking. They left the bar at closing time and Greg asked Steve if he wanted to come over to their place. They wasn’t ready to call it a night just yet. Steve said sure and followed them.

Once to their place Sues shoes came off and to her room she went to get something more comfy on. She sat in the chair across from Steve. He couldn’t help but notice in the light how beautiful she was. Sue decided to be daring and go sit next to him. They had talked at the bar about what Greg wanted so he knew what was about to happen. Greg was in the recliner right where he could see any action that was about to happen.

Steve’s hand found its way to her silky legs. Running his hand along nazilli escort her inner thigh inching his way up under her skirt where she had no panties on. He could feel the softness of her bare freshly shaven pussy. Pushing her lips apart with his finger sliding them across her clit down to her dripping wet hole. Greg’s starts rubbing his cock through his jeans. He’s getting real excited knowing he’s gonna watch his woman get fucked by another man.

Steve stands Sue up and lifts her shirt over her head exposing her

big beautiful breasts. Pinching and sucking her nipples his hands slide down her skirt. He sits her back onto the couch and she willingly spreads her legs. His tongue slides down her wet crack. He fucks her with his tongue deeply and fast. She scoots her body closer to his face so his tongue goes in as deep as it can. He then concentrates on her clit sucking and lightly nibbling it. Her soft moans turn Greg on as he watches her. His cock is really hard now and he unzips his pants and takes his dick out and strokes as he watches Steve eat his girl out.

Her hips are moving as Steve’s mouth savers her pussy. She cant hold back any longer and she cums. She leans up and starts undressing Steve nilüfer escort who was still clothed. She gets to his pants and starts slipping them off and notices how well endowed he is. His cock is huge not that Greg is small but Steve is thicker. She couldn’t wait to feel him slip between her legs.

She caught Greg stroking his dick out of the corner of her eye it made her even more horny seeing that it turned him on so much. She was gonna ask him to join but wanted to wait just a while. She proceeded to start stroking Steve’s cock and slid her mouth over his head. Sucking and running her tongue around it. He put his hands on her head and gently push her head toward his dick with slow strokes in and out. He was careful knowing he was so large he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

After a few minutes he let her break he didn’t want to cause she sucked dick so great. He could have came in her mouth but didn’t want to so soon. She stood up and told the guys to come into the bedroom. Once in there She had Greg sit at the top of the bed, his dick was hard as a rock right now. Steve had Sue on her knees facing Greg and he come from behind and stuck his cock slowly inside her wet pussy. Her eyes was on Greg. He got up to his knees in front of her and put his rock hard cock into her mouth while Steve fucked her. She couldn’t believe how great it felt she came several times. Greg came in her mouth, she sucked him dry while

Steve shot his hot load deep inside her. They all three lay there exhausted after the exciting night of sex.

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Young Lust Ch. 06

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Young Lust, Ch. 6: New locales, new lovers

Note: This Chapter in the Young Lust saga can be enjoyed even if you haven’t read the earlier chapters. Enjoy…Onwardbob

Dave: How many O’s in orgasm?

Well shit, there I was grinning up at Anita, when…bang! I had been focused, staring up in to her dark eyes, enjoying the sweet feel of my dick sliding through the slick wet heat of her pussy. So yeah, I Jumped. I almost slipped right out of her; which on second thought wouldn’t have been all that bad. After all; that summer I’d gotten lots of practice slipping my dick back into her accommodatingly tight young pussy. Besides, it’s not as if I’d been in the middle of this over the freaking top mind-ripping fuck anyway. Actually I’d been pretty much kicked back, counting her orgasms as Anita rode my dick. What can I say…it’s just a stupid game we sometimes play!

Some game, we can be almost anywhere, and out of the blue, Anita will spout a number. What she’s doing is daring me. Uh-huh, and just as soon as we can get horizontal, I’m supposed to just lay there trying not to cum while she bounces herself up and down my dick. Oh yeah, and it’s up to me to keep count of the insatiable horn dog’s freaking orgasms. It sounds like fun…right?

Fun, you bet; and that afternoon, Anita was working on number five. Meanwhile, I was lying there stretched out, hands behind my head, gritting my teeth, and oh yeah, hoping like Hell that I could hold out long enough for her to make it a nice round half dozen. I was determined, determined to hold out long enough to hear her gasped “Six!” Oh boy, and then I planned to wrestle her on to her back, work her legs up over my shoulders and drive eight inches of hard dick into her asshole. I intended to just totally cut-loose and fuck the squealing bitche’s ass for all I was worth. Except…bang!

Anita jerked, her head whipping around as she muttered “Ashley you bitch!”

Ashley’s my sister, well my step-sister actually. She also happens to be Anita’s best friend. Anyway, so far for that summer I’d been getting on well with Ashley, yeah, getting on and off her actually. No shit, sister or not, ever since school had let out we’d been banging each other’s fool heads off. It wasn’t just us though; no way, Ashley and Anita had hooked-up. Anita and I had hooked-up. My buddy Wayne had hooked-up with both of them, and that’s not even the half of it. Check it out! After having caught me spanking the monkey, Mom, and that would be my step—mother, took over and gave me one seriously awesome blowjob. Well, after that first one, and much to my delight she began passing them out regularly. Hell, I even caught her giving Wayne one. And, that’s not all!

One wild afternoon Ashley, Wayne and me had done a three-way tag team fuck fest out in our back yard. Then, after Wayne and I split, Ashley had hooked-up with Dad. That’s my Dad, her step-father. Mom had shown up, and voila, Ashley was into her second three-way of the day. Hey, I wasn’t there, but I heard all about it. And if that isn’t mind-blowing enough for you, check this out.

It was another afternoon. Yup, so anyway I walked in and caught Mom, wearing leather and sporting this absolutely huge strap-on rubber dick. She was making pretty damn good use of it too! No shit, she was banging the Holy Hell out of Anita, who she had bound to the bed’s headboard. I got involved in that one. Lucky? Ah, well enough about that! Anyway, that went down only days before Anita and Ashley teamed up to seduce Anita’s Dad. That wild three-way turned into a balls to the wall four-way when Anita’s Mom showed up. Since then the summer’s over the top sexual extravaganza hasn’t shown any signs of slowing down. Nope, so…bang!

I recognized the sound of the front door slamming. But then, so had Anita, hence her squawked “Ashley you bitch!” But then, she was back at it, driving herself up and down my dick, grunting as she began to grind down hard against me on the down strokes. That’s always a sure sign that she’s orgasm bound. I wasn’t doing all that much, so sure, I heard Ashley’s displeased squalling echoing up from downstairs. Anita hissed “Ignore her,” and went right on pumping herself up and down my dick. Hey, no problem, my bedroom door was closed, and even if I’d given half a shit, I couldn’t have heard whatever Ashley was bitching about anyway. Following her own advice, Anita began breathing in gasps and to pant breathy “Oohs!” Yeah, well those quickly led to a loudly barked “Oh, oh, oh…yes, yes!”

Having caught up with number five, Anita thumped my chest, while insisting “One more buckaroo!” So, she was sitting impaled on my Eight-inch boner, when…bang!

Fuck no; it wasn’t the front door! But, it was my bedroom door, and it rebounded hard enough to slam closed with a second bang. Anita’s head whipped around. Me, well I maintained my Joe Cool pose. Actually, I had spotted Ashley; and oops, she most definitely milas escort wasn’t flashing her infamous mischievous grin. Instead, she stood there glowering; and no shit, actually sputtering. Obviously fuming, no shit, she actually stamped one booted foot. Then, while jabbing a finger in the direction of my cringing dick, my sister growled an indignant sounding “Thought so!”

Not about to let Ashley get started, I calmly suggested “Button it Sis!” Then, cutting Anita off, I explained “Seriously, chill Sis! Anita’s got one more coming!” Sure Ashley should have known; but hey, just to make sure I added an admittedly smug sounding “Yeah, and then, it’s going to be my turn!”

Ashley kicked the bed, still muttering as she swept up a pillow, beating it against the bed as she snarled “Fine, just hurry the fuck up!”

Did I worry about whatever it was that had my sister’s panties in a bunch? Hell no; and anyway, even though I’m pretty sure she actually owns some, I’ve never caught her wearing any. Who needed to ask anyway? Ashley was obviously chomping at the bit. The only real question was whether she would wait or run out of patience and begin swinging that pillow. I was betting on the pillow. Go figure; but yeah, I would have lost that bet!

Anita: Little help from a friend!

I knelt there, wanting seriously to pitch a bitch. Yeah, and I knew better. Well duh, because after all I still had Dave’s hard eight inches pushing deep into my throbbing pussy. So sure, fuck Ashley and whatever had her stormy eyes shooting daggers at me. After all; I still had one more orgasm waiting patiently for me to come collecting. So, was I relieved when Ashley dropped the pillow she’d been threatening us with? Sure I was, just not as relieved as when I saw her scowl turn in to a grin. I liked that grin, took it for a green light, and began to move. So, I leaned back, reached down, spread myself open with one hand and got busy circling a finger over my well exposed clit. I looked over; sure that Ashley would be watching. She was, and oh didn’t that send this sweet little rush surging through me. And Ok, sure Ashley and I are lovers. I mean, she’s my absolutist BFF after all! What she really is though, is a sex fiend addicted to dick. What that meant just then, and what was getting me hot was knowing she was zeroed-in on the sight of her brother’s big dick getting wetter and wetter as it plunged in and out of my oh so helpfully exposed pussy. Yeah, yeah, it was already wet; but so what, it was getting wetter. Ooh and it was getting harder too, which meant there was even more of it filling me. Uh-huh, and didn’t I just love knowing that Ashley knew it…and, was eating her heart out!

“How many,” she asked

I heard, and considered just ignoring her. But, I reconsidered and snippily answered “not enough, that’s how many!”

Too bad, I thought. But, apparently even a fat rock hard eight-inch dick isn’t enough to prevent a trickle of blood from getting through to Dave’s eighteen year-old brain. Anyway, the little creep, probably spotting his sister’s disappearing grin blabbed “Five so far, and six is all she’s going to get too!”

I suggested that just maybe he was an asshole! Oh no; and then, I caught his barely there grin and knew, just absolutely knew precisely what was running through the nasty little fucker’s mind.

Honest to God, and Ok, maybe it’s just me, but seriously Ashley’s entire freaking family seems to have an anal fetish. There’s Dave, and any time he cums more than once, which is practically every time, count on it, one of his loads is going to wind-up in my ass. As for her hunky well hung Daddy, well let’s just say it’s pretty obvious where Dave gets it from. Gosh, they even tag-teamed me once. Believe me, a girl can tell the difference! I can anyway; at least when it’s Dave’s Papa and his wickedly thick nine incher slamming in to fill the vagina his son’s thick eight incher just vacated. As for Ashley, well if she’s in the same room as me and a dildo, count on it, that dildo is going to wind up in my ass. Oh God, and then there’s Ashley’s Mother. Yeah, and she likes strapping on Ten inches, because as she once put it “Because, I really like fucking the unused parts!” Well OK, so I rest my case!

Some erotic fantasizing never hurts…right? Of course, right! And, not much caring what Dave had planned, I went right on fucking his steely economy sized cock. I did that, kept an eye on my practically panting girlfriend, and went right on fingering my clit. Gosh, and to think that I did all that well my mind raced through the possibilities. Ooh yeah, and with his sister there watching, I imagined Dave going for something showy, like some wickedly explicit scene out of a porno. Yeah, and if anyone in that family ever takes my ass without first spanking it, well let me tell you, it would be the first time! Gosh, and I’m sure not complaining; oh Hell no, sometimes I’ve even begged!

Silly me! Because; oh my God, I should have kept an mudanya escort eye on Ashley. But I didn’t! No, and then suddenly, she was right there! I mean, like what the fuck, she was kneeling behind me, which could only mean she was about to take control. “Let me,” she whispered into my ear. Then, she was snickering and using a fistful of my hair to yank my head back. Oh God, and then her tongue was dancing around in my ear, her voice suddenly husky as she whispered “You know what he’s going to do don’t you?” I did of course, but didn’t bother trying to gasp out an answer.

Ashly didn’t wait for an answer anyway. Instead, she began to snicker, her rhythmically flicking fingertip already drumming against my clit. “But, first,” she declared. Yeah, well then, telling me something I pretty much already knew, she whispered “You’ll be cumming all over my brother’s big dick alright; only, it going to be me getting you off!” I stifled an “Oh boy,” managed to nod, and listened to her silly “Besides, if I take care of it, my horny little brother won’t have to wait nearly so long!” Oops, and then I got it!

Altruistic…not hardly! Big talker, Hell yeah! My BFF wasn’t bragging, and she sure wasn’t issuing a warning. Nope, think subtle dare. That, plus Ashley’s an incorrigible tease. I knew it, and so did Dave. So, predictably the only thing quick about my next thundering over the top orgasm was how fast Ashley’s finger got me right up to the tipping point. There, she backed off, leaving me, I’m sure one silent flick short of a screaming orgasm. As if that wasn’t horror enough, Dave stopped banging thrusts up in to me. At least he was groaning unhappily as his horrid clit teasing bitch of a sister snickered into my ear. Oh God, and not only could I feel my vagina convulsing around that cock, but I could feel, seriously feel my clit throbbing against her unmoving finger. I wanted badly to scream “Take me! Do it now you teasing bitch!” But, I didn’t! Instead, I made Ashley laugh out loud, which sure wasn’t the response I was looking for when I dared to dare “Bet you can’t do that again bitch!” Yeah, yeah, so maybe I shouldn’t have challenged her, whatever!

Ashley’s an utter horror…seriously! Proving it, she actually asked “Hey Bro, can you hold out, or should I let her cum?”

“Hey,” was all I got out,” before the hand still tangled in my hair yanked my head back.

Well, then it was Dave to the rescue; or, so I thought. At least it had sounded good when he suggested “Don’t know Sis, but you should probably take her!” Oh sure, so there I was once again trying vainly to nod, when the smarmy bastard adds “Only, maybe you could make it last; you know, and maybe make her beg for it!”

Beg for it…seriously? Hey, it wasn’t as if I’d never begged before. So, seeing as how it had always worked for me before, I didn’t hold back. Nope, and while I squealed pleas, Ashley played me. Fuck, the bitch is a clitoral artist! She can hold me right there, quivering and taut as a freaking bowstring, me barely managing to gasp out strangled pleas. So, eager and ready to play the game, I enthusiastically, well loudly pleaded “Please, oh God Ash, please, please, please now!” Hey, it worked! Yup, and about a heartbeat after she began to snap a thumb nail against the clit she held exposed with a couple of fingers, well yeah, I went off. My screamed yeses trailed off into a barely audible “Oh fuck, oh fuck I’m cumming!” Oh well, what can I say; other than, she’s really, really good!

Dave did his part, banging a wickedly hard hunk of cock up in to me as I belted-out more yeses, and Ashley went right on blasting exquisite pleasure through my explosively throbbing clit. Ashley kept me upright, with what else, a fistful of my hair. But then, I felt her reach between my quivering thighs, slow to realize that she had taken hold of her Brother’s cock. Yeah, the one that had-note the past tense-been fucking me!

A little slow, I hadn’t even finished thinking, what the fuck, when Ashley barked “Whoa there Bro! Yeah, cool it and maybe we’ll get to see what you had in mind!”

OK, so I was giggling, but I did take a swat at Ashley’s hand. Yeah, and then I dug an elbow into her ribs. It didn’t change anything. So, when I looked down again, there was Ashley’s fist, still gripping Dave’s wetly glistening pussy drenched cock. Working up some sarcasm I said “Hey you’re going to have to let go before the nasty minded little perv can show us what he had in mind!”

“Fine,” Ashley snarled. Then, while already backing off the bed, she threw out a challenging “Yeah, yeah; but seriously, it just better be something good!” Right, I thought, you know what’s coming, and you’re gonna love it! Well yeah, me too!

Distracted; who me? Sure I was; because, well gosh, Ashley began to strip down. Yeah, so kind of like caught off-guard, when Dave rolled me over I squealed. Embarrassing yeah; but then, he was quickly on his knees between my legs. Ooh, and while his sister whooped, like mustafakemalpaşa escort he had done it before, which OK, he had, he smoothly positioned my legs up over his shoulders. Dave’s hands pushed against my inner thighs, easily leaving them splayed wide. And no, I didn’t wonder what he had in mind! But, he stopped, holding me rolled up and open to him, whichever way he wanted to take me. No biggie; I mean, it was understandable. After all, the guy’s eyes were on his sister, who just happened to be kicking her jeans aside. Only, like fuck, he had a better view!

Ashley’s like seriously hot, a curvy blonde who looks like she belongs on a California beach. And honestly, oh fuck, seeing her naked always leaves me feeling as if my stomach just went into freefall. Ok sure, I’m kinda hot too! I mean, like I’ve got these long legs, dark curly hair, big, as in 36-C tits, and even Dave admits that my ass is…OK almost cute as Ashley’s. So yeah, I was staring at Ashley…ooh yeah, and waiting!

Do it without lube? Sure, I’d done it before. What I hadn’t tried was to take on a cock the size of Dave’s without a little helpful lubrication. But, with Ashley squealing “Go for it Bro, yeah, take her ass already,” I forgot all about lube. Then, with the head of Dave’s big cock pushing against my opening, I glanced up at him. I love his grin, and he was grinning then. He blew out a half-growled “Oh yeah,” and added a bit more pressure. I bucked up, a little anyway. It didn’t help. I debated; I mean, I could either call “Harder Dave,” or I could have screamed “Where’s the lube?” Hey, I knew damn well where the meat was!

Ashley was there, oh my, and ready to help? She knelt beside Dave already snickering as she declared “Hey, let me help!” Some help, I mean hey, she spit in to her palm and then smeared it over the head of her brother’s cock. OK fine, so it worked! Anyway, Dave leaned in, pushed, pushed harder, and oh God, I felt myself open as that cock’s big fat head pushed into me. I sucked in a gasp, heard Dave’s satisfied grunt, and then Ashley was ordering “Take her Dave, yeah, take her ass!”

When the order is “Take her ass,” forget about sibling rivalry. Dave did; well yeah, of course he did! Ashley clapped and whooped her approval. I wasn’t precisely whooping, but I did squeal “Uh-yeah,” over and over. Well sure, because Dave had pushed in, penetrating and taking my ass. And Ok, that first balls deep thrust hurt just a bit. But then, after he pulled out and drove back into me it felt pretty freaking awesome. Good thing huh; because, well because Dave didn’t just do it again, he went right on doing it. Uh-huh, and every one of his deep plunging anal thrust went deep. And, I think every single one of them ripped another gleefully grunted “ooh” out of me. What can I say; what, that I liked that Dave made sure his lunging thrusts had to push back in to me? Now seriously, I love anal, just not quite enough to actually go all orgasmic or anything. That’s good, because Ashley wasn’t about to settle for playing spectator…oh Hell no!

Ashley: Mom shakes things up.

OK, show of hands. Who hasn’t had their lover, well one of them anyway going down on them while their brother took that lover’s ass? Well OK, it was a first for me too! Wait…no…right, that time Anita hadn’t been going down on me. But then, Dave hadn’t been there either…oh well! Anyway, back then, I’d actually been sitting on her face. Her Dad hadn’t been fucking her ass either. But oh god yes, while I rode her wicked, wicked tongue; he’d been pounding his stubby fireplug of a cock in and out of his daughter’s pussy. This time though my best friend was on her knees, with her butt in the air and her flushed cheeks grazing my thighs as she tongue-whipped my clit. Uh-huh, and it was my studley young brother kneeling behind her. Ooh, and showing remarkable restraint, restraint that I, and OK Anita too knew wasn’t going to last, he was lustily banging these deliberately slow, rhythmic, and quite obviously balls deep thrusts in to her ass. Gosh, I almost cut loose with a rowdy “Go Bro!”

Well, it was Anita! So, of course she liked taking it up the ass, especially rolled up in that position Brother Dave prefers. For sure I do! Anyway, and also like me, she seriously gets off on being restrained and playing the submissive. Still, as I well knew, even in that position she wouldn’t have any trouble putting a finger to work on her clit; with what else, a quickie orgasm in mind. As if! I mean, I wasn’t in the mood to stand there playing spectator; and anyway, I had a serious bitch to pitch. Sure, I could have done that while sitting perched on Anita’s face. But really, I just wasn’t in the mood to play cowgirl, and I definitely didn’t feel much like yipping yippees! So, after propping a couple of pillows behind me I settled in and leaned back against the headboard. Casual like, I eased my legs apart, invitingly wide apart actually. Yup, and I didn’t have to say a word either. Dave, at least where sex and his big sister are concerned knows when it’s in his best interest to play along. And of course, Anita is equally aware of just what’s in her best interest. So, even from her awkward position she picked up on my move. Sometimes it’s just so nice not having to give orders, well when you’re getting exactly what you want anyway!

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