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My wife and I were representing my association at a small convention, and it was the first time we ever visited Las Vegas. It was the summer and the weather was very hot and, the nights were not much cooler.

My wife is 5-8 with dark brown hair and a spectacular set of C-cup tits, nice legs, as well as a tight ass. She was only 19, and not yet able to go into the casinos. I was 21 and had no problems.

We spent most of the first day unpacking our displays at the convention hall, and then we hurried back to our hotel room. My wife put away our clothes and then, began to get in to her bathing suit. As soon as she undressed, I walked up behind her, and caressed her beautiful boobs.

Her nipples grew very hard in the cool, air-conditioned, room. She turned and let me see her beauties in all their glory. Her breasts are so nice with wonderful tan lines from her tiny bathing suit. Her hard, big nipples centered her crinkled areolas. They are ripe and full and I love getting my hands on them.

She reached out and began to stroke my hardening prick through my jeans, and told me to take it out for her to play with. I quickly obliged, and out popped my raging hard on. She smiled at the fully hard and thick length, and then knelt down on her knees. Her lips opened, and slid in the warm meat in front of her. Her mouth was on fire, as it coated my dong with saliva.

She pumped the shaft with one hand, and fondled my balls with the other, driving me to ecstasy. I ran my fingers through her long hair, while she coaxed me to my climax. I managed to hold off, though.

I told her to lie on the bed and she did. She lay in the middle of the bed, but I pulled her to the edge of the bed and began devouring her tasty flesh. Her breasts were firm and tasty, and I slid one hand down her body to her furry pussy.

It was neatly trimmed, and her vaginal lips quickly parted when I found her opening. She began to moan and wiggle, when my fingers slid into her hot, steaming box. While I nuzzled on her tits, my fingers were moving in and out, and my thumb was brushing across her clit. It was driving her to her first climax, and she moaned, loudly, through it. Then, I moved down, to kiss, lick and suck on her love button and, she fired off again.

She told me that she needed my dick inside her and to be quick about it. I pulled her back to the edge of the bed, rolled her over onto her tummy. With her legs spread and dangling off the edge, her pussy was exactly at the right height. I plunged my rod deep into her love nest and pounded it, like there was no tomorrow.

Her ass bounced with the rhythm of my movements. She rose up onto her elbows and her boobs began jiggling like Jell-O. She pulled and tugged at her nipples. She moaned very loudly that she was cumming. I grabbed her ass tighter as I pumped harder. Finally, I rocketed my spunk deep into her cunt.

Afterwards, we cleaned up and got ready to go back to the convention hall. My wife put on her sexiest dress, a purple halter-top with a neckline that plunged to her navel, showing off every curve of her boobs. She sashayed around the hall with her tits bouncing and her cleavage heaving. She received many longing stares that night, beşevler escort especially when she would lean over.

We met up with a good friend of mine, who was also attending the convention. He always had his eye on my wife, and knowing how horny my wife was, I could see that she was eyeing him, as well.

I invited him back to our room after the evening session, and I told him to bring some champagne, too. When he arrived at our door, my wife was nearly breathless in anticipation. She poured the bubbly into three cups and sat between the two of us on the bed, as the room had no chairs.

The more we drank, the more emboldened my wife became. She would stand up and refill our cups, letting my friend see down the front of her dress. He could not keep his eyes off her beautiful tits.

She left the room for a potty break. When she came back her halter top was tied much looser than before. When she moved, we could see every inch of one or the other breast.

I could tell my friend was getting very interested and was watching her show very closely. His dick was beginning to make a tent out of his pants. I excused my self from the room for a moment, knowing that if anything was going to happen, they would make their move then.

While I was in the bathroom, I heard her ask my friend if he liked her dress, and he said yes. She coyly asked if he liked what was in the dress too, slipping out one of her creamy white and tan breasts. He quickly shook his head yes. When she asked if he’d like a taste, he again nodded yes.

She moved close to him and placed her dark brown nipple to his lips. His tongue snaked out and slithered around the hardened nub. His hands had already eased out her other boob, when I exited the bathroom.

They were startled, and they moved apart. Smiling, I asked my friend if he thought my wife was beautiful. He responded that he did. Since one of her boobs was still out, I told him that he could help me enjoy her delicious charms, but only if she wanted him to continue.

He looked towards my wife. She quickly responded by untying her halter-top, and freeing her torso. Her fully exposed boobs were a sight to behold in the light. They were milky white, framed by her golden tan. Her areolas were crinkled up, in excitement. My friend’s expression was one of pure lust, which matched my wife’s.

She moved her tits back into his face, and he feasted on them while mauling them with his hands. I slid her dress off her body and discovered that she wore no panties that night.

I caressed her bare ass and back, while my friend moved one hand to find her furry pussy. She spread her legs to give him better access to her love canal. His fingers found her rapidly growing clit and she moaned that she was already going to cum.

He flicked his fingers across her clit, without actually entering her box and, she screamed out in her first fiery climax. She bucked against his hand and fingers, coating them with her slick oils.

While she started to recover, she told us to get naked. My friend was undressed first, and she cooed when she saw his hardware. He has an eight-inch dick and was not circumcised. büyükesat escort She had never seen one like it before.

I had been her first real lover, and she had only jacked off one other boyfriend back in high school, and we were both circumcised.

She got onto her knees, and asked if she could study it closely. He smiled and said yes. She took it in her hands, and studied his meat for a time, while I finished undressing. Carefully touching the foreskin with her fingers, she commented that his cockhead slid in and out of the loose skin, as she pumped it.

She said that it was not as thick as mine, but she really liked it. She traced the lines of his veins around the girth of his dick. She began to stroke the shaft and toyed with his foreskin, watching the tip slide in and out of it.

My friend was in heaven with all of her attention to his cock. He told her to place his cock in her mouth, and she did so. The foreskin made for a different feel and she began to gobble him down, quickly. Her tongue ran circles around the extra skin. She sucked on his cockhead and let it slip back into its sheath over and over again.

I was massaging her back and upturned ass while my friend was getting a spectacular blowjob. His cockhead finally grew out of the foreskin, the harder he got. He told her to take him deep into her mouth and she managed to swallow most of his length.

She lavished his prick with her tongue as she swirled it around the tip of it. Then, she would drop her head down and take him in completely. He moaned that she was wonderful and to keep sucking him. She mumbled that she loved every inch of him, and wanted much more.

She continued to suck him while I had my hand in her pussy. My fingers were deep in her canal and my thumb was rubbing her clit. She was bucking against my hand and swallowing his sword with a vengeance.

My friend suddenly surprised her by cumming in her mouth, something she usually does not like. She tried to pull back, but he begged her to drink it all down. She did as she was asked, letting only a little bit dribble out her lips. She said that she really liked the taste of his cum, as she licked off her lips.

Then she had an idea. She got some towels and some bubbly. She lay out on the floor, poured the liquid on to her body and rubbed it in. Then, she told us to lick it off. I started at her tits while I let my friend began with her pussy.

The two of us, with our tongues on her body, caused her to cum over and over again. My friend has a talented tongue and he used it to perfection on her snatch. His face was coated with champagne and pussy juices when he finally came up for air.

I poured a little liquid onto my cock and my wife began to lick it off, while my friend started to use his cock on her pussy. He eased his log into her steaming cunt while she was sucking my dong.

Her legs were in the air and he spread them wide to allow deep penetration. He began to slide in and out, increasing the tempo with each stroke.

My wife stopped sucking me and gave him her full attention. Her ass was bouncing in time to his thrusts. She was çankaya escort clutching at his ass, trying to get him deeper into her cunt. I watched and caressed her tits while they fucked like dogs.

He rolled her over and entered her pussy from behind. He grabbed her tits and used them as handles while he pounded her box. His big nut sack bounced against her tight butt as his red-hot prick drove in and out her dripping hole.

Her moaning intensified as she came again and again. Finally he said that he was going to cum. She told him to give all of it to her. When he heard that, he filled her love canal with wave after wave of fresh hot jiz.

My wife collapsed on to her chest while cum ran out her well-used pussy. She begged me to fuck her, as she just could not get enough cock that night. I lay on my back on the bed and she climbed onto my chest. Slowly she inched her cauldron onto my hardness and sank down its length. When she reached bottom, she stopped to catch her breath.

My friend leaned over and kissed her while carefully tweaking her love buds. She began to revive and started to grind her cunt on my pelvis. She told me not to move and that she would do all the work. Her cunt muscles began to ripple up and down my dork with incredible pressure.

Her tits were being twisted completely out of shape and gnawed upon by my friend, something she was really getting off on. Then he walked around behind my wife. Her ass was high in the air as she slid up and down my rod. He poured champagne on his dick and then, eased his hard dork into her ass. She moaned that she wanted a hard cock there, too.

My friend eased his rod into her ass and she stopped fucking me for a moment. He slid his dong in and out of her tight hole, as she was relaxing it. She told us to get in sync and to fuck her good. We alternated strokes and she quickly exploded in a loud climax. She asked him to bring his cock back to her face and then pulled back the foreskin.

While she began to jack him off, she was again riding my dick like it was a bronco. The more she bounced, the hotter she got. Her tits were flopping to a rhythm all their own and her hair was flying wildly.

She kept a firm lock on my friend’s cock and pumped him quickly. She said that she wanted us all to cum together. I knew that I was close and that she was too. My friend was almost ready and my wife asked him to cum on her face, while I filled her cunt.

I began to match her motions with my thrusts and my friend began to jerk his own cock. Suddenly, my wife reached for her clit with her hand and screamed that she was cumming again and that we’d better hurry.

My friend put his dick next to her lips and jerked it rapidly. His spunk flew out and splattered onto her cheeks and hair, causing her to cum. That brought about my own climax and my jiz rocketed out of my dork and into her dark, sticky chasm.

Soaked with sweat and filled with cum, my wife said that was all for the night. She told us that she was satisfied and that she loved me for allowing her to fulfill her wildest desires.

My friend departed and my wife cuddled up next to me in bed. She stroked my limp dick and told me that she was very content, but she could use one final fucking from just me. When my dick grew hard again, I spread her legs and slowly entered her well-used pussy. I stroked in and out slowly and tenderly made love to her. When we finished, we fell a sleep.

We never repeated our scene with my friend, but we did have fun with one of her friends in the not to distant future.

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Editor’s Note: “Who Dat Girl?” is the story about our recent trip to New Orleans. In parts 1 & 2, husband and wife — David and Tia — get frisky on the plane to New Orleans and attract the attention of two hot co-eds. The four decide to check out the French Quarter together, and after an evening of getting to know each other, they all head back to the hotel to get to know each other even better.

*

David was in the shower when Tia answered the soft knock on their hotel room door. Their new friends — Erin and Danielle — strolled into the room and gawked at the size of the luxury suite.

David, a frequent traveler, earned thousands of hotel points and the upgraded room was paid for entirely with frequent stay rewards. The room was about the size of four normal hotel rooms and featured not only a giant king-size bed, but also a glass walk-in shower and a separate oversized whirlpool bathtub.

“What have you got there?” Tia asked, motioning to the small overnight bag carried by Erin.

“I’ll show you later,” Erin said mysteriously. “Now, did someone mention Cuba libres?

On their way back from the French Quarter, David had run into the CVS Pharmacy on Canal Street to pick up some rum and Diet Cokes so they could continue the party back in the room.

“Coming right up,” Tia said, heading toward the room’s wet bar.

“Where’s David?” Danielle asked.

“He’s grabbing a quick shower,” Tia responded, filling four glasses with ice from the room’s icemaker.

“Ummm,” Danielle said with a smile on her lips, “do you think he needs a hand?”

Tia glanced at Erin, who was sitting on the couch, her long legs crossed, and watching Tia coyly.

During their evening in the Quarter, David and Tia had learned that Erin and Danielle were lovers. It was their steamy recounting of their first sexual experience together that had prompted a hasty return to the hotel where they could get to know each other “better.”

Tia took Erin’s lack of response as assent. She continued looking into Erin’s eyes as she said to Danielle, “I don’t know. Why don’t you go see?”

A slight smile grazed Erin’s lips, and Tia mimicked the smile, the two looks imparting many things that did not need to be said.

Danielle silently opened the door and slipped inside the bathroom, which was foggy with steam from David’s shower.

Tia turned back to the bar and continued to make their drinks. She heard the rustle of clothing behind her, but she was too nervous to look back to see what Erin was doing.

She felt the warmth of Erin’s body behind her and knew she was very close. She tried to concentrate on making the drinks, but suddenly, even that simple, well-rehearsed task seemed impossible.

A shiver ran through her body as Erin’s warm breath brushed across the tiny hairs on her neck. The taller woman leaned down and kissed Tia’s neck, and she was immediately covered in goose bumps.

“Is this what you wanted?” Erin breathed. “To know what it’s like to make love to a woman?” She punctuated each word by raining kisses down Tia’s long neck.

Tia leaned back into Erin and felt her large breasts against her back. “Yes,” she sighed, tilting her head back and turning it so that Erin’s next kiss landed on her lips.

Although the position was slightly awkward, their tongues eagerly explored and probed.

Tia had never been so excited in her life. Erin’s hand slid into her hair, tugging slightly as she turned the older woman around. Even in the midst of the kiss, Tia could feel how hard her nipples had become, and she thought she could feel moisture trickling down her leg.

Now facing each other, their kissing began in earnest, their breasts mashing together and Erin pulling Tia’s head closer as she hungrily devoured her.

With a forwardness that was new to her, Tia reached around to cup Erin’s ass, slipping a hand up her short skirt and caressing her bare butt. She groaned into Erin’s mouth when her hand came into contact with her flesh.

Erin, in turn, slid her hand up the back of Tia’s blouse, her long arms able to reach around and caress the sides of Tia’s bra-encased breasts.

“Take that off,” Erin demanded, and another shiver ran through Tia. “Did Erin know she liked to be dominated?” Tia wondered. Suddenly she was unsure.

“Now!” Tia demanded.

“But David …” Tia stammered.

“David is probably deflowering my virgin girlfriend right now, and I’m about to do the same to you. Now take off your blouse.”

Tia lowered her eyes and reached down to grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. She let the blouse drop to the floor and covered her breasts with her elbows, suddenly embarrassed to be partially naked in front of another woman.

Erin moved closer and took her chin in her hand, tilting her head up so that she could kiss her gently. She planted multiple kisses on Tia’s lips, and Tia couldn’t help but respond. The kisses grew more passionate, and Tia wrapped her arms around Erin, pulling her tight as they continued their oral exploration.

Erin deftly reached behind Tia and ankara olgun escort without the woman’s awareness unhooked the clasp holding her bra in place. Erin broke their kiss and stepped around Tia, continuing to kiss her neck.

Using her fingertips, she traced a line down Tia’s neck to her bra strap, and with a flick, she nudged it off her shoulder. She did the same with the other strap, and only the size of Tia’s breasts kept the bra from falling to the floor.

Erin’s hands slid over Tia’s shoulders, down her collarbones and the slope of her breasts. The bra gave up its tenuous hold and fell to the floor to be replaced by Erin’s cupping hands.

Tia sighed at the sensuous feel of another woman’s hands on her skin. Her nipples felt like they were about to burst, and Erin captured them between the thumbs and index fingers of both hands tugging at them gently, eliciting a groan of apprehension and excitement from Tia.

Erin continued to kiss her shoulders as she slid her right hand down the flat plane of Tia’s stomach, and into the waistband of her skirt. Her finger lightly teased the smooth skin of her abdomen, traveling lower and lower, striving to reach her sex.

Abruptly, Erin realized that Tia was completely shaved.

“Oh, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you? No wonder your husband was fingering you on the plane. That’s it, isn’t it? You shaved for him, and you couldn’t wait for him to feel you, could you?”

“Un huh,” was all Tia could manage. Words did not seem to be forming in her mind.

“I’m really going to enjoy eating your bald pussy,” Erin whispered in her ear. “Would you like that? Do you want me to bury my tongue inside you? Do you want to know what it’s like to have a woman make love to you?”

“Yes!” Tia cried desperately. “Yes!”

Erin led Tia over to the bed and pushed her so that she fell backward, her legs hanging down over the sides.

Kneeling on the floor, Erin pushed Tia’s legs apart, and lifted them so that Tia’s boot-covered feet were perched on the edge of the bed. Her mini-skirt fell back, exposing her hairless pubic area to Erin’s devouring eyes.

Erin began by kissing the inside of Tia’s thighs, moving closer to her goal, but at an agonizingly slow pace. Tia whimpered, pushing her hips toward Erin, sending an obvious signal of what she wanted.

Erin, though, continued to tease her, using the nail of her index finger to trace the outside of Tia’s vulva and drawing a groan of frustration from Tia.

“Tell me what you want,” Erin said, allowing her finger to slide across that delicate spot between her vagina and her anus.

“Please,” Tia intoned.

“Please what?” Erin asked again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your mouth on me. I want to feel your tongue inside me. Please!”

Erin leaned in and planted a kiss on Tia’s outer lips. She allowed her tongue to snake out and flick across those lips before probing more deeply.

Tia groaned in appreciation, reaching down to put her hand on the back of Erin’s head to pull her closer. Erin, however, took the hand off her head and placed it back at Tia’s side.

Unable to allow her hands to be idle, Tia used one to squeeze her breasts, while the other traced light patterns on her abdomen. She took to rocking her hips against Erin’s tongue trying to satisfy the growing itch that was welling inside her.

Erin’s tongue was now probing deeply, and she slid down Tia’s slit to her opening and thrust her talented tongue into the other woman’s pussy, using it like a mini-penis. The taste of Tia’s juices flowed across her tongue, and she lapped them up and sought more.

Tia’s fingers slid down to the top of her slit and she used two fingers to circle her clit as Erin continued to tongue-fuck her.

“Oh shit! That feels so good. Yes! That’s it. Right there, Oh oh,” she moaned. “You’re making my pussy so wet!”

Erin’s tongue abandoned Tia’s hole, and traveled southward, again crossing the nether region, but this time she didn’t stop until her tongue was flicking across Tia’s anus.

“Oh Oh! Oh my God!” Tia cried. The feeling of Erin’s tongue exploring her most sensitive area was indescribable.

Erin stiffened her tongue and began to probe Tia’s ass as Tia’s fingers moved in a blur over her clit.

“Please don’t stop! That’s it! Stick it in! Oh, let me feel your tongue slide into my ass! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Yessssss!”

Tia’s ass lifted off the bed as her orgasm sent her into convulsions, and there was no way Erin could stay in contact. She patiently waited until her orgasm began to subside, and then started planting delicate kisses all over Tia’s glistening pussy.

Tia wasn’t entirely sure she hadn’t passed out during her orgasm, but she relaxed totally, giving into the languid feeling of another woman applying delicate kisses to her still-quivering pussy.

“OK,” Tia said in an exhausted voice, “I’m officially bi now.”

Erin broke into laughter, and Tia soon joined in.

“I’m glad because it’s time for ankara ucuz escort you to return the favor,” she said, climbing onto the bed and straddling Tia’s face. She hitched up her tight blue-jean mini-skirt, tugged her thong aside and invited Tia to do just that.

•••

Danielle felt like she was wading through a San Francisco morning. The steam filling the bathroom was so thick she could just barely make out David’s bare form through the glass-walled shower.

As she moved toward him, she began shedding her clothes. Getting the boots off wasn’t easy, but she managed without attracting his attention. The tight T-shirt was next, which she peeled off her body, leaving a lacy Miracle bra that accented her already perfect breasts even more. She reached between those globes to unhitch the front-clasping bra. After slipping the silky fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, she dipped her fingers into her short skirt and shimmied out of it. Clad now only in a thong, she ran her left hand over her round ass and cupped a breast in the other. She was now close to David, and she could see his hard body through the glass. She watched as soapy water cascaded over the well-defined muscles of his ass and leg.

“Oh,” she thought, “his ass is unbelievable.”

She bit her lip as she watched, holding herself back while she enjoyed the show. She looped her thumbs in the straps of the thong, and pushed her panties down her leg. Immediately, she felt the cool air caress her steaming pussy that was already soaking wet. She could actually feel the lips of her vulva slide against each other as she walked.

Grasping the handle of the shower door, she took a deep breath and pulled it open, stepping inside the superheated compartment before she lost her nerve.

David turned in surprise, and then a large grin spread across his face.

“I thought you might need a hand,” Danielle said, running her hands across his chest. She looked into his eyes for a second to be sure he wasn’t going to object to her presence and then rose on her toes so that she could kiss him lightly on the lips.

“So?” she said, sliding her hand down his chest and across his stomach to his groin where she grasped his already hardening cock. “Do you need a hand?”

He groaned an acknowledgement as Danielle slowly stroked him and then cupped his balls.

She kissed and lightly bit his nipple as she continued to bring him to full erection.

“Tia and Erin …?” he began.

“If I know Erin, I’m pretty sure she has your beautiful wife on her back with her legs spread while she devours her sweet little pussy,” Danielle answered.

That word picture sent a jolt through his cock, and she felt it jump.

“Hmmm,” she purred, “so you like the idea of your wife being tongue-fucked by another woman, huh?”

He didn’t have to say anything. It was a rhetorical question.

Danielle began kissing her way down his body until she was on her knees in the shower, staring directly at his hard cock.

The shower washed over as she rubbed his penis against her face and across her lips. She licked the tip and tasted the slippery, slightly salty fluid seeping from the head.

In a single motion, she engulfed him, her tongue dancing across the underside of his rigid penis. He slipped his fingers into her hair and thrust deeper into her mouth. “Aghhh,” he groaned at the sensation.

She withdrew from his shaft, placing a kiss directly on the head, and then looked up at him as she licked him like a lollipop.

“David,” she said, “You know I’ve never gone all the way with guy, and I know we just met, but I want you to be my first. Would you make love to me?” she asked, continuing to rain kisses along his shaft, all the while gazing up at him so that he could look into her eyes as she pleasured him.

He squatted down so that he was at her level, and he kissed her deeply, giving her an unspoken answer to her question.

Lifting her up off her knees, he backed her up against the shower wall and kissed the juncture of her legs. She draped one leg over his shoulder to open herself wider to him. Her pussy was bare with only a narrow patch of hair just above her pussy. He noticed that she was pierced through one of her pussy lips, and a delicate silver loop hung from the fleshy fold.

Sliding his tongue between her lips, he tasted her natural lubrication, completely different in texture and taste from the water that ran in rivulets down her breasts and stomach.

He flicked his tongue across the ring, eliciting a nervous groan from her. Grasping it in his teeth, he tugged ever so gently, just enough so that she could feel it opening her up, but not so much that it hurt her. She was already soaking wet, and he didn’t need to worry about preparing her.

Sliding up her body, he caught his arm under the leg she had wrapped around his hip. He used it to hold her open and up. He kissed her deeply, and she tasted herself on his lips.

His hard cock pressed against her virgin ankara yabancı escort pussy, and he slid up and down her slit without attempting to enter her. She loved the feel of his hard cock rubbing her clit. In fact, it felt so good that she felt an orgasm building. She thrust her pelvis against his rod, sliding up and down in a syncopated rhythm that left her breathless. Their thrusting became more urgent, and she bit into his shoulder as she came closer and closer to cuming.

If he hadn’t been holding her up, the wave that overtook her would surely have caused her to slip and fall, but he held her tightly, feeling the shudders ripple through her body, and he held her until they subsided.

She recovered quickly, and kissed him fiercely.

Reaching between their bodies, she grasped his shaft and arched her pelvis while guiding it to her opening.

“Now!” she demanded. “Fuck me now!”

He felt the head of his cock find her cum-slick hole, and he nudged it up inside her. She held her breath at the slight pain of the intrusion.

“Relax,” he whispered. “Breath.”

She followed his instruction and the tension flowed out of her body as his long hard dick flowed in.

She felt his shaft rise up into her belly, and still he kept probing deeper.

Just as she started to worry that she wouldn’t be able to take any more, she realized that he had fully entered her, and she reveled in the fullness, despite the mild discomfort.

She locked her lips on his, her tongue dancing with his as she kissed him hard. He backed his cock out of her until only the head remained encased in her soft folds, and then pushed it back in, this time a little more forcefully.

She gasped and bit his lip. “Yes,” she breathed.

Pulling back out, he pushed in hard, each thrust becoming firmer and firmer until she was being pushed back against the glass as he used his body to pummel hers.

Moans of pleasure tinged with a little bit of pain flowed from her lips. She was wrapped in his arms as he took her body.

The thrill of being with a new woman — a virgin at that — was too much, and David knew he wouldn’t be able to last.

His thrusting became more urgent until he was banging into her rapidly, driving the breath from her body as he deflowered her.

With one final full-penetration thrust, he let loose inside her, and for the first time, Danielle felt a man’s orgasm from within her body as he pumped his milky fluid deep into her womb. He gripped her tighter with each contraction, and she worried he might break her in two, but soon the spurts came further apart with less intensity, and his head collapsed on her shoulder. Now it was she holding him up.

It was several minutes before he caught his breath and raised his face to look into her eyes. He saw the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, and he smiled too. That freed her to smile even bigger until they both were laughing, overcome by the incredible enjoyment they had just shared.

“My God,” he exclaimed, “that was incredible. Are you OK?”

“Are you kidding?” she laughed. “That was amazing. I had no idea it could feel like that, and yet, I’m not sure it would have if it were someone else besides you,” she said honestly.

He was deeply touched. He wasn’t sure how the four of them had grown so close so quickly, but there was definitely an unusual connection.

He didn’t respond with words, but he kissed her gently, their eyes open, each reveling in that closeness that can only be achieved in the most intimate circumstances.

She felt his penis slip out of her cum-filled pussy, and she realized that she was a little sore down there.

“What do you suppose Erin and Tia are up to?” David asked.

“I don’t know, but why don’t we go find out?” Danielle responded.

They took a few moments to clean each other up before shutting off the shower and stepping out into bathroom. The fog was so dense that they couldn’t even see the mirrors over the vanity.

Grabbing a big fluffy towel, David dried her off and then wrapped her in a silky hotel bathrobe. The short robe showed off her tanned legs and her breasts created intriguing mounds beneath the light fabric. He felt himself stir just looking at her.

She combed out her hair before turning to him.

“Shall we find out what kind of mischief those two have gotten into?”

***

David’s jaw dropped as they exited the bathroom and beheld the sight on the bed in front of him.

His beautiful wife was on her knees, and Erin, wearing a strap-on dildo, was slamming into Tia. The sounds of their bodies slapping and Tia grunting filled the air.

Tia’s face was buried in the covers as she took the large dildo up her sopping pussy. Erin was so intent on pleasuring her new lover that she didn’t notice they had an audience.

David felt the now-naked Danielle slip her arms around him from behind, and he could feel her lightly furred bush brushing against his ass.

It took him a second to realize that she was actually thrusting against his ass as if she were fucking him while her eyes were glued to Erin and Tia.

Danielle’s hand slipped down his chest and grasped his lengthening cock, stroking it as her humping against him became more fervent. She stroked him up and down, and the tip of his cock started to drool. Danielle grasped his balls and tugged lightly, sending a shiver down his spine before her hand returned to his long shaft.

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“Wow! How big is this place?” Mark blurted out. “Holy crap, it even has a hot tub.” Looking around the suite seeing the stairs to the left, hallways to the left and right and a huge living area with the steaming tub in the center.

The other boys walked in, jaws dropped while their mothers spread out giggling at their son’s reactions.

“Great, they brought our bags up, we’re going to have to find out who and get him a tip.” Jeannie said, “I really need to get out of this dress.” Hearing the eager groans from the boys, she laughed. “You perverts would love to watch, wouldn’t you? Sorry, I’m going to change in private.” Jeannie grabbed her bag and headed upstairs.

Sue and the others grabbed theirs also and headed up the stairs. “You boys going to keep wearing the tuxes? Your bags are right there.” She said indicating the assorted duffles and backpacks.

After the women disappeared, the boy shrugged and grabbed their bags and changed out of their tuxes and into the casual clothes their mothers packed for them. Putting away the dress clothes in the closet, they heard the moms coming down the stairs giggling to each other. Turning, they were stunned to see their mothers all dressed…or not dressed exactly, in sheer negligees, teddies, gowns…

“Holy fuck.” Chris said looking at the beautiful babes and then down at his tee shirt and jeans. “I feel under-dressed.” He said laughing, “Though I’m not sure how I’d match you guys.”

Elaine loved seeing the boy’s penises snake up their pants and shorts showing their appreciation. Turning to Jeannie, “See, I told you no one was going to laugh at you.” She took Jeannie by the shoulders and turned her around. “Chris, ever see your mom look like this? Better than the olive drab and camo?” She stroked the Marine’s muscular ass appreciatively before turning her back around and reaching up and cupping the lace covered breasts.

Speechless, Chris nodded his head checking out his mother’s exposed ass, and when she turned back, her hard nipples, bald pussy, everything totally visible under the see-through teddy. He went over to his mom and took her in his arms, “God, I love you, mom. I know this makes you uncomfortable, but fuck! You are the hottest woman here.” He whispered in her ear while stroking her back. “Would you mind if I put some music on? I really want to dance with you again.” Releasing her, he turned to the four other women, “I don’t know how you did it, but thanks. I’ve always know my mom was a babe, but wow!”

Chris walked over to the radio and tuned into a soft rock station and went back over and took his mom back into his arms and held her as they swayed to the music. Soon, the other four couples were all holding each other.

Ashley held her son feeling his hands on her back, her ass, up her sides. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck allowing free access to her breasts and moaned when he cupped her breasts and gently pinched her sensitive nipples. She turned her head and met Bill’s lips. Opening her mouth, she felt her son’s tongue inside her mouth and groaned in pleasure as he began grinding his hard cock against her. She stopped, hearing moaning coming from the other couples and looked around and the grinding, humping, writhing pairs all seemingly oblivious to anything else but each other. She smiled at her son and whispered in her best southern drawl, “Perhaps we should mingle, you see anyone you’d like to press that hard cock of yours against?”

Bill grinned back at her, “I’ve always had a thing for redheads, but I saw you looking at Mark’s tent in his shorts. Is that who you want pressing against you?”

“You naughty boy, you think a lady would notice those things? Think I’d let a nasty boy like that push his hard penis against me? I’m hurt, deeply hurt that you’d think so.” She whispered before giggling in Bill’s ear. “Perhaps a lady wouldn’t do that, but she’d miss out on a lot.”

Bill went over to Stacy and Jeff and tapped on Jeff’s shoulder. “Can I cut in?” Jeff reluctantly nodded and backed away as Bill pulled Stacy close.

Jeff headed over to Sue who was now watching Ashley and Mark. “Can I have this dance?” He asked and welcomed into his arms, feeling her massive breasts press against his chest. He saw her face press against his shoulder as she was 4-5 inches shorter than his mother. He felt her move against him and moan when he stroked down her back to her ass and squeezed those cheeks that he fantasized about fucking, then again he fantasized about fucking every part of her.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Sue purred, “You’d like to fuck my tits, your mother told me.” Looking up at Jeff, she reached up and pulled his face down and kissed him deeply and as her body pulled away from his, welcomed his eager hands on her large mammaries. “Hmmmm, so nice. Honey, before the night is over you can have anything you want, any woman you want. This is your after-prom, anything and everything goes.” She sighed in his mouth, “Yesss. I see that makes you happy.” She said as she felt his cock hump against her stomach.

Chris reluctantly stepped back and watched as Larry wrapped his arms around Jeannie and went over to Elaine, who looked eagerly at the strong boy. tandoğan escort Chris took her hand and pulled her close, burying his face in her luxurious hair. He remembered her dancing against him at the prom, twerking her ass against him, so he reached down and grabbed those incredible glutes and pulled her hard against his cock.

“You like my ass? I’ll bet you would have cum in your pants if the song hadn’t ended. I know, because I felt you when you grabbed my hips.” Elaine cooed in his ear. “Sweetie, if you’re up to it, you’re about to experience the best after prom any guy has ever had.”

Groaning, Chris pulled the thin nylon up so he could better feel this ass that drove him nuts on the dance floor, and he thought back how close he came to exploding in his pants. Feeling the velvety ass and feeling her pussy grind against him, he thought he might cum again, so he released Larry’s mom and spun her around. Pressing his bulge against her ass and reaching up and cupping her small tits, he whispered in her ear, “Should I drop my pants and stick my cock in your twat? Your ass?”

Holding the strong boy’s hands against her tits, she groaned, “Your choice. I can suck that cock of yours, you can fill my womb with your sperm or you can pound my ass.” Turning to the other couples, she said loudly, “Chris and I are going to use the bedroom down the hall here, he has something to show me.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him quickly down the hall in to the bedroom.

Hearing what Bill whispered to her, Stacy pulled away, “I agree. Hang on honey.” She went over to Sue and put a hand on her shoulder, “Sue, I think you should take my boy and let him fuck those tits of yours, but if it’s alright, Bill and I would like to join you.” Turning back to Bill, “I like your thinking. The four of us can easily fit on a bed.”

Bill, Stacy, Jeff and Sue all traipsed upstairs, though, being the gentlemen they were raised to be, the boys let the ladies go first. Bill looked and Jeff with a grin seeing the bouncing asses and pussies clearly through the sheer fabrics.

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Ashley pulled Mark’s hands out from under her silk top. “Is that cock of yours as big as it feels?” She said, as she dropped to her knees and tentatively pulled his shorts out, then down to his ankles. “Fuck me! This is a very nice cock, your mother wasn’t lying.”

Ashley began licking the head, tasting the fluids leaking out. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked the large head in and wrapping her lips around it, began pushing her face against his cock. Pulling off, she worked her jaw, “Baby, I’m not sure how long I can strain my jaw, but I’m thinking the hot water would make it better.” She stood up and pulled Mark’s tee shirt off and stepped back to admire him. “Christ, you’re beautiful. Perfect youthful body…” She groaned.

Mark sheepishly grinned at being admired, but reached forward and grabbed the silk top and pulled it carefully off Bill’s mom. He stopped and slowly reached out and cupped the perky tits with the puffed nipples. Groaning, he softly ran his thumb over the spongy areolas, watching as the nipple sank into the pink flesh as her stroked across them. “My God, these are beautiful.” He said looking at the beautiful blonde with her eyes closed. He gently pinched and pulled the nipples out and let them snap back. Mesmerized, he listened to her moans and watched the breasts bounce in response to the nipples snapping back. Finally, he knelt down and lowered the tiny bottoms revealing the perfectly bald, clamshell pussy. He felt Ashley’s hands on his head as he leaned in to inhale the arousing aroma. His hands stroked her smooth thighs and up onto her small, handful sized cheeks and pulled her moist lips to his mouth.

Ashley groaned and took over stroking her nipples when she felt the boy’s tongue begin to probe. When his wiggling tongue spread her lips, she sighed, “That’s it baby, your tongue feels so good.” She opened her legs to allow him more access and was rewarded feeling his tongue spread her lips and drive into her tunnel.

Mark pushed his tongue as far as he could into the panting woman and felt his upper lip press against her clit. He pushed his face hard against her while licking her velvety hole, drinking her flowing juices. He felt Ashley get wobbly and knew she was going to cum, so he pulled his tongue out of her and clamped his lips on the aroused button and drove his middle finger into her, holding her up as he pushed his hand hard into her.

Ashley began bucking and pushing back against the boy as she gasped loudly and jerked against his hand and face as her legs gave out. “Oh, God! That’s it…yesssssss.” She panted as he laid her on the floor.

Mark looked down at the flushed skin, the sopping, engorged labia and the spread legs eagerly. Grinning down at her, he lay between her legs and kissed each of her nipples. As he sucked each one, he felt her pelvis humping against his stomach.

Ashley pulled the boy up to her and reached down, grabbed his cock and lined it up with her excited pussy. “Come on Mark, I know you’ve been waiting to stretch my poor tunalı escort cunt out. Put that thing in me, but take it slow. Oooohhhhhh.” She groaned feeling the head spread her labia as wide as they’d ever been.

Jeannie looked at Ashley kneeling in front of Mark and looked at Larry. “I guess you’re stuck with me, but feeling that bulge pressing into me, you’re ok with that.” She said smiling. “Come back to the bedroom and let me taste this thing that’s been bruising me.” She turned and led the grinning Larry down the hall into the other bedroom.

Larry watched the taller woman walk ahead of him into the bedroom with an ache in his stomach down to his balls, wanting to see this tall goddess naked. Watching her move fluidly and with incredible grace, he imagined her wrapping herself around his naked sweating body and…

“Are you going to stare, or are you going to join me?” The now naked Jeannie said patting the bed. “I promise not to hurt you, much.” She grinned. “But, I think you’d be more comfortable without the jeans.” She said, nodding towards his waist.

Larry ripped off his shirt and quickly unbuckled his pants and yanked them down and stepped out of them. He saw Jeannie was focused on the rod tenting his underwear so he slowly pulled them off and stepped out of them. He stared at the strong woman spread out on the bed, her shaved cunt looking swollen and ready, her ripped abs, her pert, tight tits jutting up from her ribcage. Those long, muscular legs, opened invitingly…those legs he desperately wanted wrapped around him…

Jeannie looked at the stick pointing at the ceiling and groaned. She rolled over to the edge of the bed and swung her legs to the floor. Signaling the boy to come closer, she grabbed the hard rod and with a pang in her stomach thought how fun it was going to be letting this boy put this in her married pussy…perhaps her ass. But for now, she needed to taste it.

Larry looked down as his cock was devoured by the toughest women he’d ever seen. Her mouth forming an O as she bobbed her head up and down his dick, groaning when she sucked hard on his super-sensitive head with each pass. He had to feel those tits, those small, but perky tits tipped with those hard, dark nipples. He cupped one and felt the firm musculature underneath, juxtaposed with the soft spongy glands and again, juxtaposed with the rock-hard tips. Squeezing, pinching each one, he closed his eyes feeling the slithery tongue caress his pulsating penis. Jeannie, stop, I’m going to cum.” He moaned.

Jeannie pulled her mouth off the boy’s cock. “Just once? I’ll let you cum in my mouth if I can cum on yours.” She purred. Seeing the eager look on his face, she said, “I thought you’d be up for that.” And dove back on the pulsing cock. Cupping his ass, she pulled him deeper and deeper, until she felt her nose being tickled by his pubes. She reached down and began rubbing her clit as she felt his cock begin to jerk in her mouth and opened her throat as jet after jet of salty semen shot into her gulping gullet. Milking all the remaining juices from his still frim shaft, she did one last slurp and swallowed the last creamy drops. “Thanks, that was very tasty.” She said as Larry’s knees gave out and he slumped to the floor.

“Christ, that felt great. My balls actually ache. I can’t believe how good that felt.” Larry said as his eyes dropped to the open legs, spread wide as was sitting on the bed. He leaning in and ran his tongue along those silky smooth inner thighs and stopped just before arriving at the prize. He kept licking and nibbling on each side until he felt Jeannie grab the back of his head and pull him into her humping cunt. Lapping up the leaking juices he wiggled his tongue between her tangy lips and into her hole.

Jeannie didn’t release the boy’s head and in fact pulled him in tighter as he explored her hole with his tongue, grinding against his upper lips hard. Finally, she released him and pulled him up onto the bed and threw her legs over his face and lowered her sopping cunt onto his face. She closed her eyes as she humped against his mouth and invasive tongue feeling close, so close. She looked down at the cock recovering and doubling in size and knowing she was approaching a crashing climax, collapsed down with her face on the now hard cock. Groaning with pleasure, she felt Larry’s finger push against her ass and felt all her aroused nerves, burning for release.

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Licking her lips, Elaine crawled over and when Chris stood by the bed, she reached out and stroked the ungiving, fleshy rod sticking straight out. “Hmmm. Nice. So fucking hard.” She said gripping it. Getting on her hands and knees she opened her mouth and bathed the head and shaft with her tongue and lips before sucking on the whole thing.

Chris groaned feeling he tight lips take more and more down her throat. He was fascinated watching the shapely babe writhing as she pushed against him and groaned when she pulled off his cock.

“Let’s try this, I think you’ll like it.” Elaine said with a grin. “You should be able to fit that nice cock of yours all the way down my türbanlı escort throat. Please, cum in my mouth, I want to taste you.” She sat up and pulled off her teddy revealing her compact tits and flawless body to the eager teen before flopping on the back, her head off the bed with her mouth open.

Chris could not wait to shove his cock in and couldn’t get enough of the naked female form laid out below him…her tits sticking up, nipples pointing at the ceiling, her bald pussy, open and exposed to him as he leaned forward. Grabbing his cock, he looked down as he lined himself up with the mouth eagerly opened. Groaning with pleasure as he slid his cock into her mouth, throat, and feeling the woman’s tongue massage the shaft as he pushed in, he was thrilled when he felt her hands on his ass pulling him all the way in. He immediately began fucking that mouth, being guided by her strong hands. He looked down at the spread legs with the eager cunt air-humping below him, and reached down and slid his finger along the slippery slit. He pressed back as she thrust up against his middle finger probing her hole and pushed hard against her bucking clit.

Rhythmically fucking her face, he felt himself on the verge and groaned he was going to cum and exploded feeling Elaine begin clenching her throat on his cock while popping a finger into his ass. “Ohhhhh…ooohhhhhhh…uuhhh…uuhhh..uuhhh…Fuck!” He groaned collapsing onto the soft, sensuous woman beneath him. He raised his hips and pulled his cock out of Elaine’s throat and mouth, hearing her gasp. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to choke you.” He mumbled looking at the nice, wet pussy. Chris leaned down and put his mouth on her pussy and flicked his tongue up and down the bald slit, and then attacked her clit when she responded by wrapping her legs around him, pulling his face hard against her. He reached under and grabbing her ass, pulled her against his face. He could feel her pant and gasp, her face pressed against his cock and balls. His tongue eagerly tasted every part of her vagina, swallowing every drop of leaking cum. Taking his teeth, he gently scraped them across her hard button and heard the young mom loudly moan.

Feeling on the verge of cumming, Elaine pushed Chris off her and begged him to fuck her, “I want to cum on that nice cock of yours, and I want you to fill me with your hot sperm.” She groaned in pleasure when the young boy spun around and drove his recovered erection into her in one hard thrust. She humped back against each thrust and soon felt all her nerves peaking and as she pulled on her nipples and wrapped her legs hard around his flexing ass, exploded in an exquisite release.

Chris felt a surge of testosterone seeing the beautiful woman brought to climax by his cock and rammed his cock as deeply as he could and came for the second time in 30 minutes, feeling like he spewed more cum this time than in the hot brunette’s throat.

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Jeannie was lost in the manly smell pressed against her face, the boy’s tongue attacking her clit and the finger deeply probing her ass, she writhed against his face, her groaning muffled by his hard cock and his balls against her face. “Oh yes…yessssss…yessssss..lick me, that’s it…ahhhhhhhh ah ah ah ah ahhhhhh.”

When she finished humping against his face, Larry rolled off Jeannie and turned to kiss her. “I hope I didn’t crush you.” He said.

“I like be crushed by a man, that was great. You want to put that thing where your mouth was?” Jeannie said pushing Larry onto his back and climbing on. “God, I miss 18 year-old boys and their recovery time.” She said as she lowered herself onto his recovered cock.

Larry was entranced seeing the lithe woman grab his stiff cock and push it into her tight cunt. He knew he was in heaven as she torqued her hips against his cock and leaned forward with those perfect tits right in front of his face. He raised his head a sucked hard on the erect nipple and reached down grabbing her ass. Her ass was so hard, so firm, he almost came just feeling her muscles flex.

As Jeannie began humping on his cock faster, she clenched her cunt muscles around the boy’s cock and saw his eyes widen. Rising up on her toes she rapidly bounced her pussy up and down on the hard rod and groaned when she saw his eyes squeeze shut and a guttural gasp escaped his lips as he ejaculated into her tight cunt.

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Sue and Stacy entered the bedroom and waited for the boys to enter. Sue kissed her friend, letting their tongues play with each other while their hands roamed the lingerie covering each other. Stacy pulled back to allow Sue to pull the lacy fabric over her head, and watched as Sue pulled hers off. She reached out and cupped the blonde’s impressive rack. “God I’m so jealous Jeff is going to get to fuck these.” She said bouncing them up and down, letting then slap against her palms. She turned to the boys watching, “Jeff, Bill, get undressed. I know you both need convincing.” She laughed as they tore their clothes off. She turned and sucked a nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue before releasing it with a pop. Smiling at her buxom blonde friend she purred, “Let me get your tits nice and slick for Jeff’s cock.” She pushed Sue onto her back and grabbing both heavy breasts, marveled at the mass and lowered her face back down between them. She ran her tongue all over the large cleft and bathed the entire area with her spit, while pinching and pulling the hard nipples.

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Angie was sitting in her aunt’s front room with Castillo, Ronnie and Sergie. They were all sitting on the same couch. The room was quiet, but Angie had a lot on her mind. Castillo was used to be her sister’s boyfriend, but she wanted him. She would have brought when he came over, he ruined that though when he brought all his stupid friends. She didn’t really care if Castillo told her sister, she wasn’t interested in a relationship with the guy. She just wanted to suck his cock and feel his cum all over her face. Her sister didn’t ever let him cum on her face. In fact, she didn’t let any guy cum on her face. You were lucky if she let you put your cock in her mouth. But Angie loved the feel of cum all over her face. Every guy she ever fucked would cum all over her face or in her mouth or on her hair. She loved its strong odor and its salty, bitter taste. She loved to touch it and spread it all over her body.

Angie was wearing a red T-shirt that revealed a lot of her chest and stomach. She was wearing very tight black pants. A necklace was hanging down her shirt. It was a good luck charm that her mother gave to her. She hoped it would bring Castillo’s cock to her mouth and his cum all over her face. Her dark blonde her was washed only a half an hour ago, it smelled of strawberries. She loved the way her titties looked with the red shirt. The white of her bra was sticking out of the corner of the shirt. Her blue eyes were locked on the TV, but she didn’t see or hear anything that was going on.

“Why did you tell me to come over here,” Castillo asked. He was tall and muscular. His body was tanned and his black hair was curly. His voice was strong and manly.

Angie didn’t ulus escort know what to say at first. She was thinking up a bunch of crap. Mine as well stick with the truth she decided in the end. Her aunt was gone and this was a perfect opportunity. No time like the present.

“Well, I called you over because…” she lost the right words that a second ago were right on the tip of her tongue.

“Well what?” Castillo asked. He was eighteen years old and could be impatient at moments of silent.

“Can I suck your cock,” she asked. Her voice sounded dead serious. “I’ve always wanted to suck on it, ever since my sister brought you home last year.” She waited for a response.

“Are you serious,” he asked.

“Um-hum.”

Angie waited for her answer. This time Castillo was the silent one and Angie was the one growing impatient. She just wanted to unzip his pants and suck on his dick, screw waiting for him to answer. She stayed calm though.

“How about me,” Ronnie said. Ronnie was a black guy who Angie thought was a little cute. Her white complexion got real red when she thought about it. He was skinny eighteen year old, average height and black as sin.

“Yeah,” Castillo said. “It isn’t fair just to offer me and not my friends. Didn’t your mom ever teach you about sharing. The only way you suck my cock is if you suck all of our cocks.”

Angie thought about it. Three cocks was a lot of sucking, but would be fun. All three of them would cum too. She had never sucked off three guys at once. It might be nice.

“Well?”

“Okay,” Angie agreed. “I’ll suck all three of your cocks. Undress on yenimahalle escort here, I’ll undress in front of the TV so that all three of you can see me.

She got in front of the TV and took off her red shirt. She licked her lips and played with titties through her bra. The guys were pulling down their pants and boxers. Their shoes were already off and they didn’t bother with their socks. Angie slowly took off her bra and revealed her nice set of tits with their hard red nipples. She got her knees and summoned the men to her.

The cocks were all average length. Ronnie’s was six and half inches and skinny. Castillo’s was seven inches and kind of thick, especially the head, she wondered if her sister liked that thing fucking her asshole and pussy hole. Sergie’s was about six inches too, his balls were pretty big though. She watched fascinated as the guys circled around her, their cocks in her face. Sergie was to her right, Ronnie was to her left and Castillo was in the middle.

Angie started licking Castillo’s balls while she stroked the other two cocks off. Castillo’s cock head was poking her eye while she did his nuts. Then evened her face with his cock and start to lick all around it. She sucked it up and down for ten seconds, then turned her face and sucked on Ronnie’s black meat. She sucked on his dick for a minute before she went to Sergie. She licked his shaft up and down with her tongue, then took half of his cock in her mouth.

Angie didn’t know which cock to suck. She’d jerk to off, while sucking one, then go to the next one and keep repeating. Angie took Ronnie’s cock and Castillo’s cock in her mouth at the same time. Sergie was shoving his cock into her cheek. He was rubbing his pre-cum all over. When she took the two cocks out of her mouth, the guys coated the bottom of her lips and chin with pre-cum.

She started a series of fast sucks where each guy got his cock sucked by Angie for ten seconds, she would suck as fast as she was allowed. By the time she was done, every guy got four sucks.

“Cum on my face,” Angie said. “All of you.”

Angie stayed on her knees while the guys took six steps back. They began stroking their cocks. Sergie was moving his hand the fasted. His cock was covered with her saliva and pre-cum. “I’m going to cum,” he said. He walked to her.

Angie tilted her face up toward the ceiling. Her moment was here. She was going to get some cum. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her back. She had a smile on her face.

Sergie jerks his load all over Angie’s left cheek and a little on her nose. The cum does not fall because her head is tilted up.

When Sergie’s done Castillo takes his turn. He holds his cock to her right cheek and start to really jerk it. When she shoots the first stream lands on the left side of her forehead and to the back of her head. Another stream shoots out. This one lands by her lip and ends up at the center of her forehead. The third stream flies over her head and onto the floor. Castillo is tired. He smacks Angie’s cheek with his cock and gets dressed.

Finally Ronnie takes his turn. He held his cock to her forehead and let it rip. His cum blasted the center of her forehead and combined with Castillo’s cum. The other shots were wild and also hit the floor. When he was done he got dressed and met his friends by the door.

“See you later, Angie,” Castillo said. They left. Angie stood on her knees for a while. She was glad they were gone. She just wanted them for their cum and their cocks. Now she could go to the bathroom and play with her prize.

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Prologue: Welcome to London!

Samira came up out of the underground in a cloud of steam and people. She paused out of the flow of people traffic and placed her briefcase between her feet. Her gloved fingers were clumsy as she pulled out her guidebook and directions and consulted them. They appeared to have been translated from an obscure dialect of French Medieval Mongolian. She muttered a few unrepeatable things under her breath and stuffed her book back into her jacket pocket. She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath and took off in what she hoped was the right directions.

2 blocks later she stopped and looked around. In front of her was pocket park clothed in winter white with an elementary school on one side. No traffic circle. No statue of Churchill looking all pompous and statesmanish. No pub across from the statue and worse yet, no clinic next to the pub. She sighed and retraced her steps back to where she had come up from the subway.

She sat down on a bench and placed her briefcase across her knees. This time she spread out the map better and bit her lip in concentration. Over head she heard an American voice pull her companion to a halt.

“Stop James, I think she’s lost.”

Samira looked up at the pair bearing down on her. The lady was short, nearly as short as herself with curly dark hair piled on top of her hair. Her dark eyes twinkled down on Samira’s tilted ones. He was really tall, 6 feet or more with fair, silvery hair and intense blue eyes. The lady smiled encouragingly.

“Hello,” she said softly. “I am sort of lost.”

“Where are you going?” He said, craning his neck to read her directions.

“St. Bonaventure’s Residential Facility. I followed my directions, but it was not where they said it would be.” He looked again at the directions in her hand.

“Not a problem, love, looks like you got off two stops too soon. You can hop on the bus or I can call you a cab.”

“Could you please call a cab? I have an interview and I am afraid I will be late.” He plunged into the crowd over to the street side and tried to catch a cab. The lady sat down.

“I’m Sarah, by the way, and that was James, and you are?”

“Lost” she joked weakly. “But I am Samira when I am not lost.”

“Job interview?”

“Yes, thank you for stopping, I want to have a good impression” she said as a cab nearly smooshed James. He leaned in and gave directions as they walked over. He handed her in and they both yelled “Good luck!” as the cab whooshed her away.

Sarah tucked her arm in his as they walked away.

“She was very pretty, ” she said conversationally. “Unusual eyes.”

“Exotic. ” was all he had to say. “Would you remember them if you saw them again?”

“Real subtle, babe!” she laughed up at him. “I hope she gets the job, whatever it us.” she added, exchanging a conspiratorial glance with her lover.

Three weeks later, Samira moved to London.

*****

The daily grind as St. B’s was starting to get routine. Samira spent four days a week on 8 hour day shifts, seeing patients and running therapy groups. The remaining “day” was a 12 hour overnight on call, camped out in the staff room waiting for emergencies. The patients were mostly young adults and teens in varying degrees of emotional pain and disability. This afternoon, though, she had been late and left her dinner on her kitchen counter. She skipped her first break so she would have time to run to the deli on the corner. She ran through the rain and into the deli. As her feet hit the wet floor she started to slide and fetched up against the counter, grabbing it with both hands to steady herself. She exchanged a rueful grin with the counter lady and gave her order, taking her number and some coffee and looking for a table.

“Samira? Hey Samira?” Someone was waving and and calling her from a table in front of the windows. She worked her way through the crowded room looking unsurely at the giant. Then she saw his face in the light and smiled.

“I remember you! You rescued me!”

“That’s right.. I’m James, you’re Samira, now sit down before someone smooshes you.”

She laughed as she sat down. He smiled and tried to catch her eye. She flushed as he did so, than looked down at her coffee, playing with the spoon.

“How is Sarah?”

“She’s fine. She ought to be here soon. So you got the job?”

She nodded. “I am working with troubled kids over there.”

“Ah, so it’s Dr. Samira. and you’re what 12, 13?”

“26!” she said and glared at him, then laughing.

Sarah arrived at the same time as the waitress with their dinner. She eyed the three clubs with chips and the bag with a sandwich and a cup of soup for later. She leaned over for a deep passionate kiss that raised the temperature in the room about 10 degrees. She dropped a kiss on Samira’s cheek and raised an eyebrow at the amount of food on the table. “Hungry, hon? Planning on burning it all off later?” The look she sent James was smoldering, and Samira swallowed nervously. “Don’t look at me, sweetie.” “It is mine, ” Samira rus escort said with a blush, “I forgot my lunch tonight when I left for work, and I did not feel like facing the vending machines in the staff room. Today is my long night, so I need to take something back” “Darn! here I was hoping for a wild night..” She laughed.

“That can be arranged” He sent her a look that made Samira melt, even though she was not the recipient.

Sarah noticed her blushes and mercifully changed the subject. They talked about weather and rainy London and jobs and all that over the brief meal. As Samira reached for her bag, Sarah frowned and caught at her wrist gently.

She turned it under the light, revealing a vine henna-ed in. It ran down her pinky and flowered at the base of her palm. The vine trailed off under down her wrist, disappearing beneath the lacy cuff of her shirt. A hummingbird hovered in her palm, feasting delicately on the flower.

” Oooh, ” she said softly. She looked questioningly at Ysabet as her fingers hovered over the cuff. Samira nodded, and Sarah worked the sleeve down nearly to her elbow. James leaned in closer. Samira blushed as their warm breaths mingled and ghosted over the sensitive skin at her wrist.

“Does it go all over?”

“How far does it go?” The questions came together and she could not say who spoke first.

“Yes.” was all she said as she cupped her other hand against the first. James slid that sleeve down revealing the mirror image on the other side.

Time seemed to stop for a moment as her heartbeat sped up. James rested a gentle thumb over the racing pulse in her wrist. All took a near simultaneous breath as the moment passed and time resumed it’s normal course.

Samira pulled her hands away with a sigh. “I have to go back to work.” She pulled on her coat and fled into the night.

Later she tossed and turned on the narrow cot in the staffroom as she tried to sleep. They had dropped off her forgotten lunch, with a note, inviting her to call anytime. So many thoughts were milling about that sleep remained elusive. She liked both men and women, and if she was not mistaken they were both interested in a close friendship. Very close. But would it work? Three ways could be difficult. And then there was her thing..

She liked pain. A lot. It was so much a part of her psyche that she needed it. She could just see them freaking out when she asked to be flogged or spanked or beaten or whatever. She sighed in frustration, thinking they had to be a little kinky themselves.

Samira thought of them often, remembering the feeling of both their hands holding hers. Smiling at Sarah’s voice in her memory saying ” Stop James, I think she’s lost.” Remembering how James’s eyes twinkled at her. But when she finally got brave enough to call the number, they had moved… She still thought of them often though, especially when a tall, fair man caught her eye, or an American accent caught her ear in a crowd.

*****

It was raining again when she got home from work a few weeks later. The air had turned bitter cold again and the rain was turning to sleet. It had not been raining when she left so she had left her umbrella at home. She ducked under the ledge at front the building and tried to wrap her frozen fingers around her key. “Hey, Samira! Let me help you.” “James? what are you doing here?”

“I, or rather we live here. We just took the big flat on the top floor.” he raised one lofty eyebrow. “and just what are you doing here?”

“I lived here, first. Right across the hall from you, in fact. Of course, now that they are letting people who talk funny in, I may have to move..” She teased as he reached around her and opened the door.

” Seriously, we moved in last weekend. Are you okay? You look a little blue.”

“I am okay, just cold and wet. Does it ever stop raining here?”

“Not really, you know how to tell when summer comes?” She shook her head. “The rain’s warm instead of cold!”

“I will keep that in mind.” she gave him an evil look. They stopped outside his door.

“Want to come in for a warm up?” She hesitated. “C’mon, Sarah will be home soon and she’s bringing dinner.” Samira thought of her cold apartment and pondered how long it would take to warm up, cause she turned the heat way down whenever she left. The warm air wafting around her ankles and up her skirt decided and she stepped inside. He took her coat and her briefcase and stuck them in the hall closet with his own. “Goodness, you’re soaked! Pop in there and get out of those wet things.” She gaped at him. He laughed at the look on her face. “Silly woman, I’m going to get you something dry to put on.” He gave her a nudge into the bathroom. She blushed scarlet and ducked inside.

She stripped down to her underwear, standing over a heat duct. She hung her wet things over a towel rack. She hesitated about removing her bra and panties, but her blue nipples peeking through the wet material decided her. The door opened a bit and a denim clad arm proffered sıhhiye escort a robe. It fit pretty well, so she decided it must be Sarah’s. It was just a little long. She pulled the pins out of her hair, and ran a comb through it. Then she opened the door and peeked out into the hall.

James was nowhere to be seen, but she could smell cocoa in the air. She followed her nose to the kitchen. She stood in the kitchen doorway, waiting for him to notice her. She was starting to worry, thinking this was a Bad Idea. What if something happened? What if nothing happened? What if she had totally misread the signals from them. What if Sarah came in and saw her in her robe and got upset? She started to wish she was miles away from here, oceans away. Back in Jordan or even the dark side of the moon.

He turned suddenly and did a comic double take, then grinned at her. “Lovely outfit, by the way.” She blushed again. He came over and kissed her cheek. “Wow, they really do go everywhere.” He traced the reddish gold flower beneath her collarbone with a gentle fingertip.

“I, er, yes they do.” She hated how her voice got high and squeaky when she was nervous.

“Sarah will be home soon; I just called her. She’s bringing dinner.”

“James, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, it will look really really bad, Sarah coming home and I am all undressed and in her robe?”

“No, she’s fine with it. Really.” He dismissed her objections casually. “She knows the weather’s being crappy.”

Samira panicked, suddenly thinking that she was wrong, they were not interested in intimacy, just friendship. She thought that she had totally misread the signals. She started to slip out of the kitchen. “I am so sorry, I think I have misunderstood you. We should just say it is cause of my sometimes bad English, and leave it at that.”

He got very quiet. “No, dear, I’m sorry. We should have been more clear. Come sit down, we need to talk.” “No, it is fine, I will just go now.”

“Samira, come and sit down and listen to me.”

He led her to the couch and she sat down, curling her legs up against her chest and resting her chin on the top. He pulled up a chair and watched her for a moment. She looked up at him.

“I am sorry I have misunderstood you.”

“I am sorry we weren’t more clear. Sarah is my life, my love. But we frequently enjoy having other join us. She likes the ladies just as much as I do. We thought that it would be fun to invite you in.” Samira was quiet, mulling it over. Finally she answered him.

“Okay.” He sighed at her.

“Is that okay as in you’re thrilled, okay as in you’re scared, or okay as in no way in hell.”

“Okay as in the first two.”

“I take it this would be new to you?”

“Sort of, I have been with a lady and a man, but never together.”

He just smiled. Sarah burst in then, dropping the brown carrier bag with the Chinese in it onto the end table. She stopped and pulled James close for a kiss. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her backside, pulling her close and moving suggestively against her. Samira flushed again and looked away.

“MMh, James, we’re being rude.” She sat down next to Samira and hugged her close. She pressed her cool cheek against Samira’s hot one and then kissed her. She looked into her eyes and said “I’m glad you stayed.”

“Yes,” Samira said, “I mean, I am glad too”

Dinner was an informal affair, nibbled directly from the boxes and washed down with white wine. Sometime later, the ladies deposited the leftovers in the fridge and James poured the last of the wine. Samira was back on the couch, Sarah was sitting next to her. James smiled at them from the big chair across the room. Samira had relaxed a little, but she was getting flutters int he pit of her stomach as the atmosphere in the room subtly became more charged. James’s sweater had disappeared; most likely running off with Sarah’s blouse and skirt. Sarah was just wearing her slip and stockings.

Sarah reached out and traced a flower on her knee. “What is it?”

“Mehndi, henna painting..” Samira’s voice was squeaky again. Her breath caught as Sarahs’s fingers disappeared beneath the edge of the robe. Sarah lay her hand flat and caressed the soft skin.

“Breathe, Samira, it’s okay. I’ll stop anytime you want me to.” Samira drew a shaking breath. “If you want to stop, just say so.”

“I am okay, really.”

Sarah leaned in and kissed her softly, gently teasing her lips with the tip of her tongue. Her nails traced up Samira’s leg, pushing the robe aside. Samira gasped as the cool air began flowing over he heated skin. Sarah took advantage of her parted lips and deepened the kiss. From across the room, James smiled at the ladies. Sarah’s hand looked so luscious on Samira’s dusky skin. He could just see the shadowy cleft between her legs beneath the robe. He came over and sat on her other side.

As soon as Sarah broke the kiss, he leaned in. His kiss was a little rougher, demanding a response where Sarah’s kiss had been sincan escort more beguiling. He felt the robe fall open under Sarah’s nimble fingers. Samira squirmed softly, blushing again as her hands came up to cover her small breasts. He gently pulled her hands down and away then covered her breasts with his own hands. Long fingers teased her, making her moan as he kissed her neck.

Raising his head, he smiled at Sarah and offered a cinnamon colored nipple to her waiting lips. She circled it with her tongue, enjoying Samira’s moans. Samira jumped as her lips closed over it and she used her teeth to tease it into a hard point.

“Let’s get you undressed.” James’s voice was low and rough in her ear. She nodded and leaned forward slightly. He pulled off the robe as Sarah made love to the other nipple, her soft lips and hard teeth making it hard to breathe. He leaned over and kissed Sarah too, then sat back on the sofa, guiding Samira til she was laying down. Sarah gently drew her legs apart; a kiss from James forestalled any objections. She closed her eyes as Sarah’s soft fingers traced the patterns on her upper thighs. The contrast between James’s long and hard hands and Sarah’s softer ones made her head spin as Sarah’s finger traced her damp slit.

“She is so wet..” she purred as her finger dipped inside. She raised her damp finger to James’s lips. He licked it, than bit her fingertip softly. She laughed; Samira shivered at the sound. She shivered again as Sarah leaned closer, licking her lips. She looked away as Sarah’s lips touched her.

“No sweetie, watch Sarah.” She felt the words more than heard them, pressed against his chest as she was. Gentle fingers against her chin and turned her eyes back on to watch.

Sarah’s tongue traced up her slit. Samira jerked in his arms and the tip suddenly dipped inside, going right to her clit and making her cry out. Sarah brushed gently against it, taking her by the hips and pressing her further open. One long finger slipped inside and she writhed, barely noticing James sliding out from under her. He was calling her name softly, she looked up at him hazily.

“Open my fly.” He said softly.

She reached out with fumbling fingers and opened it. He pulled out his cock, already stiffening. He held the tip to her lips and she pressed a soft kiss to the weeping slit. One of his hands cupped the back of her head. She traced the head with a wet tongue. Just then, Sarah bit down gently on her clit. Samira gasped and he thrusted, driving his cock between her lips.

Samira tried to relax between them as he slowly pushed deeper in. It was hard to do, between the lovely silken shaft between her lips and the tongue lashing she was receiving. James thrust deeper into her mouth as Sarah’s tongued dipped deep into her pussy. In the back of her head Samira realized that this was something they had frequently shared.

She tilted her head back further, feeling the head pressing against her throat. Every time he pulled out, she swirled her tongue around the shaft. Sarah plunged two fingers into her wetness, and sucked her clit deep into her mouth. Samira moaned around his cock and felt him shudder.

Her belly tightened as she writhed on Sarah’s hand and lips. Her legs were shaking and she whimpered at the feeling, knowing that she was about to come. Samira was insistently pressing a wet finger around her pucker, the tip just barely passing the tight ring. The pressure was too intense and she ignited, yelling around the James’s cock. He pulled out as she struggled to breathe. Sarah raised her head and bent to kiss her lips, clearly savoring the taste of her.

Sarah climbed up onto the couch and Samira crawled closer, kissing her softly. James refilled the wine glasses from a fresh bottle and handed them to the ladies. He sipped his slowly, clearly enjoying the contrast between Sarah’s fair skin and Samira’s duskier skin tones as they cuddled. They two ladies exchanged a conspiratorial glance as he stood before them.

As one, they leaned forward and both of them went for his cock, pressing open mouthed kisses on the shaft. He nearly dropped his wine glass as Samira suckled the head and Sarah went lower to tease his shaft and balls. They kissed each other around the head of his cock, tongues dueling around him. He put his glass down and told them to stop before he came, he had other plans. Neither lady listened to him and finally he grabbed a lock of dark hair from each and gave a sharp tug. Not enough to hurt, just enough to get their undivided attentions away from his throbbing cock. They both looked up at him, identical looks of feigned innocence in their eyes. He kissed them each, and then whispered roughly to Samira..

“On your knees, hon. It’s my turn.” she started to say something and then closed her mouth, slipping to her knees, legs spread wide, breasts and torso resting on the couch. “You wanted to say something?”

Her face flamed.. “I, um, wish I could taste Sarah, too..”

The object of her hunger laughed. “All you have to do is ask, hon” She lay back on the sofa and spread her divine legs. Samira knelt between them and leaned closer. She pressed a soft kiss on her belly just between her navel and mound. She kissed down to her slit and gently opened her with her fingers. She pressed her lips to her clit as James knelt behind her, running his hard cock up her thigh and teasing at her clit..

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Our flight home was as uneventful as our Sunday night. We were both so exhausted from the events of the previous two evenings that we slept on the plane for the entire flight and then went right to sleep when we got home.

At work on Monday, it was hard to concentrate because my mind kept drifting back to the weekend. Dee called me during the afternoon to tell me Sean had called. They arranged for her first shoot to be next Thursday morning, which meant she would fly out to LA Wednesday night and meet up with me since I would be in San Diego for work on Wednesday. Sean had given her the name of a doctor in our town that could do the blood work necessary and that we’d need to allow for 48 hours for the results, which she had to have with her next Thursday.

I was excited that I would be there for her first shoot as an adult porn actress. My excitement about that was enough, but Dee told me that she had something special planned for Tuesday night to thank me for being so understanding about her desires. I guess she had forgotten that I was the one that had actually put all of these events into motion. However, who was I to argue the point.

My excitement was tempered by the fact Dee told me that she would not have sex with me when I got home on Monday. She said that I needed to wait until my reward Tuesday night. Of course, she teased me, at least I thought it was teasing, all night on Monday by wearing a pair of tight shorts and a braless tank top and then parading the house naked for about an hour after she had showered.

I woke up Tuesday with an enormous erection, but Dee refused to help me as we both got ready for work. After she had left for work, I wanted to relieve the pressure myself, but I decided to hold out until the evening.

Tuesday crawled by as I continued to try to think what Dee had up her sleeve for the evening. She used to be rather predictable in her behavior, but recently she had become anything but predictable. I knew it had to something with sex, but what it was I had no idea.

By the time I got home Tuesday around 6:00, my mind raced with possibilities, but I had no real basis to believe any of them. The possibilities only increased when Dee met me at the door, wearing only a pink push-up bra and matching g-string panties.

“Hey baby,” she said seductively as she stepped in for a deep passionate kiss. Her hand immediately went to my cock and began stroking me to a partial erection.

“You ready for tonight,” she asked, breaking the kiss and the stroking. “Remember, tonight is about me telling me how much I love you and how thankful I am that you’re my husband that I share my life with. Are you ready?”

I simply nodded.

“Okay, then, up to the bedroom.”

She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. When I walked in, I noticed she had set up lights for filming in the room. Also, Jarrod was there fiddling with a camera at the computer. When he saw us, he awkwardly stepped toward me, not really knowing what to say to me, since he now knew that I had watched him fuck my wife over the past month or so.

“Hey, Jarrod,” I said extending my hand for a handshake. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person instead of just on the computer sticking your cock in every one of my wife’s holes. I’m sorry not every hole. I don’t remember you trying to fuck her nose.”

Even though it was a poor attempt at humor, Jarrod seemed to relax since I had brought the topic of the last month up first. I was still in the dark as to what was going to happen when Dee told me to sit on the bed in front of the camera on a mount by the bed. She was going to tape me having sex. I reached the conclusion that she was going to have Jarrod film us fucking. I was wrong.

She sat down next to me and asked Jarrod if he was ready. When got behind the mounted camera, he said he was ready.

“Good evening everyone,” my wife began speaking into the camera. “I hope you didn’t miss me last week. I had a fucking blast in Vegas last week. I did so much fucking that my ass and pussy still fucking hurt. And best of all, my husband was there to share it with me.

“In fact,” she continued. “This is my husband sitting next to me now. As you know, his name is Brad, and, you won’t fucking mamak escort believe this, he’s known about my fucking on the internet the whole time I’ve been showing off you guys out there in cyberland. During our trip to Vegas, we met some people and to make a long fucking story short, I’ve signed a contract to star in my own porn scenes.

“Brad thinks this is just as awesome as I do. So tonight I want to do something special for him. We are doing this on Tuesday so if it seems like we’ve done some editing, it’s because we have.”

I do not know why, but as Dee explained this, I seemed to get excited and nervous all at the same time. Excited because I was going to be performing on camera over the internet and nervous because I was going to be performing on camera over the internet.

“So, first, I’m going to suck his cock until he cums,” she said, bringing me out of my trance.

Without another word, Dee began to unbuckle my pants. She slid onto her knees on the floor in front of me and pulled my pants and briefs down to my ankles with one quick motion. I kicked off my shoes as Dee began to plant kisses to the tip of my growing cock.

While we got comfortable, Jarrod had switched to the hand held camera in order to get a good shot of Dee putting me in her mouth. I kicked my pants the rest of the way off and took my shirt off so Jarrod would not have to worry about any of my clothes getting in the way of his shots of my wife sucking my cock. I realized that as I thought this, I was thinking like a porn director and not like a husband getting a blowjob from his wife.

Dee was bobbing up and down on my cock as fast as she could and since I had been hard off and on since Monday afternoon, I could feel an orgasm already starting to build. Add the fact I was being filmed and I was ready to blow.

Dee sensed my impending orgasm and stopped sucking me. She continued to stroke my as she stuck out her tongue just inches away from the tip of my cock as I started to shoot cum. The first shot missed her tongue completely and landed on her forehead and nose. The second shot hit the skin between the two nostrils and her upper lip. Shots three and four found her tongue, but the fifth, and final shot, hit her upper check and crept into her left eye. As she allowed the cum on her tongue to drip out onto her chin, I had done a good job of covering her face with my seed.

“That was fucking awesome baby,” she whispered in my ear. “Now let me show how thankful I really am. All you have to do is lay back and enjoy.”

“Wow, what a fucking facial my hubby just gave me,” she said taking a seat next to me and Jarrod again behind the mounted camera. “However, that was just his warm-up. His real surprise for being so fucking wonderful to his slutbag, nympho wife is next.

“I’d like to introduce to my internet audience a few friends of mine,” she continued. “Tina, Beth and Dawn come on in here. I’ve arranged for my friends to fuck the shit out of my husband while Jarrod and I film the whole thing for you guys out there.”

Tina, Dee’s best friend, Beth, another friend, and Dawn, Dee’s little sister, all came into the room at the same time. However, to my surprise they entered the room completely naked. I was stunned. Dee had arranged for me not to just experience two girls for the first time in my life, but three girls at the same time.

“This is Tina,” Dee said standing up, walking to them as they entered the room and Jarrod turning the camera to get the introductions to the audience on film. “This is her first time actually being introduced to you, but she filmed my last time with you when Jarrod and his friend doubled me up.”

Tina was a year younger than me, which made her a year older than Dee. She had kept herself in great shape. While the years were noticeable on her body in a few spots, she still had firm b-cup tits, a flat stomach and a tight little ass. I noticed she had shaven herself, except for a little patch above her pussy, which is exactly how I had always imagined she looked.

“And everyone, this is Beth,” Dee said with my cum still dripping down her face and moving in between Tina and Beth. “I guess the only way to introduce ofise gelen escort her properly is to say she is probably just as big of a fucking slut as I am. If sex is what you want, Beth is an expert at it.”

Beth smiled at Dee, but she knew what Dee had said was true. Her and her husband were swingers and made no attempts to hide the fact. She was a few years older than me and looked a few years older than that still. However, she was still attractive. She was few pounds heavy, but was very proportionate. I had always wondered what she looked like naked since I found out that her and Steven were swingers and now I was not disappointed.

“And this is my little sis Dawn,” Dee said continuing the introductions. “When I asked her if she was willing to be part of my little filming session for my husband, the whore said yes before I could finish my question. She’s always wanted to fuck Brad, so I’m going to let her.

Dawn was the biggest surprise. Sure we had always innocently flirted at family get-togethers, but nothing real serious. She was eight years younger than Dee, which made her 23, and very fucking hot. She had perfect b-cup tits, long blonde hair, tight ass, flat stomach, defined legs and a completely shaven pussy, which I had never seen up to this point in knowing her. Fucking Dawn was something I could really get used to doing regularly.

“So ladies,” Dee continued. “I’ve already primed his pump once so he won’t be shooting too quickly. He’s all yours.”

The three of them came toward me. Dawn and Tina seemed a little tentative, but Beth moved with confidence. She was the one that pushed back onto the bed. Knowing exactly what she wanted, she straddled her legs over my face and lowered her pussy to my mouth. Instinctively, I began to lick away while I felt two naked bodies on my legs and two tongues licking the sides of my shaft, which reversed its refraction time and began to harden again.

It was not long before I felt a mouth start taking the top of my cock into it, while another mouth, or tongue, started to stimulate my balls, especially on the right side. I continued to lick away at Beth’s pussy directly overhead and even though I could not see what was happening down below, I was in stimulus heaven.

Before long, I felt a switch happen. Now, the left side of my ball sack was being given attention, while another mouth took over sucking my cock. Dawn and Tina had obviously switched roles down there. After another minute or so, they switched again.

Meanwhile, Beth was pushing down on my face harder and rotating her hips as it seemed she was ready to have an orgasm, which began a moment later as I felt her body spasm. As she came, juices filled her pussy, which trickled into my mouth and onto my face. As her final spasm pushed her pussy completely onto my mouth, I felt her body relax as the pleasure subsided.

When she rolled off my face, I looked down and saw my wife’s sister with her mouth wrapped around my cock and Tina licking my balls. Dawn’s eyes looked up and seemed to smile as she met my gaze of bewilderment as I was looking at my sister-in-law suck my cock. I noticed Dee was into the actions as well, because she was the one filming the close-up of her sister sucking her husband’s cock.

Once Beth had recovered from her orgasm, she began to redirect the traffic on the bed concerning my cock, which made me feel cool since I was the center of attention of the three naked girls with me on the bed as well as the two cameras filming the events.

We repositioned ourselves with Dawn getting on her back with her head at the headboard, while Tina got onto all fours and began to lick my sister-in-law’s pussy. Beth continued her directing of traffic as she had me get behind Tina and enter her from behind.

As I began to fuck my wife’s best friend while she ate out my wife’s sister’s pussy, Beth began to lick my nipples while her hand was on my ass pushing me deeper and harder into Tina’s pussy. I sensed Jarrod filming from behind me a close up of me thrusting in and out of Tina, while I saw Dee getting some good film of Tina licking Dawn.

For the first time, the moans of the three women on the bed became otele gelen escort apparent to me. Dawn was moaning loudly as she enjoyed the licking Tina was giving her. Tina’s licks were in intervals between licking and moaning as I was pounding away at her pussy from behind. In addition, small moans were escaping from Beth as she began to kiss me passionately as I fucked Tina, who was tongue-fucking Dawn.

I had never had the experience of fucking one woman while another woman kissed me. In addition, the woman I was fucking was eating another girl before my eyes. This was sensory overload at its highest.

After Beth broke her kiss with me, she wanted to change positions with Dawn. As Dawn got up and moved over towards me, Beth positioned herself under Tina and into a 69 position. The purpose of this became apparent to me rather quickly when I felt Beth’s tongue slide along the shaft of my cock as I continued to fuck Tina. If I thought the sensations from before were sensational, then the feeling of having my cock and balls licked while I was actually fucking another woman was even more overwhelming.

I had become completely oblivious to the fact that my wife and Jarrod were still filming all of this until I noticed Jarrod move to the side of the bed. It looked like he was getting the long shot of the bed, while I did not see Dee, which meant she was probably behind me getting on film what I was feeling down below.

Dawn started licking my nipples and chest before she moved up to my neck and ears.

“You like fucking a girl while another one licks your balls,” she whispered into my ear as her tongue flicked over my earlobe. “Tell me if you like this.”

I felt her hand move toward me ass and before I could realized what she was doing, she shoved her finger into my asshole, which went deeper as I continued to thrust into Tina.

“You fucking like that,” she said surprising me at her boldness, which I had never heard before.

I had to admit it added yet another sensation to the mixture of sensual pleasure I was feeling at that moment.

“I don’t know if my sister told you or not,” Dawn said still flicking her tongue around my ear as she whispered. “But I’m spending the night with you. There going to a strip club, but I’m staying here with you and we’re going to fuck like crazed fucking animals. How’s that fucking sound? You get to fuck your wife’s little sister…I hope your as good as Dee tells me you are.”

As she whispered this into my ear, too many thoughts to mention rushed through my head. Not the least of these thoughts was the fact the sensations of what was happening to me brought me to another orgasm.

I withdrew from Tina and shot my load on her back. The first shot came out like a cannon and landed between her shoulder blades. However, the other few shots that came out of me during my second orgasm barely made it to her lower back, but I was drained of energy by the time I was finished.

I collapsed onto the bed as the Beth and Dawn licked my cum off Tina’s back. I saw that Jarrod filmed that as Dee put her camera down.

“I hope you enjoyed the show tonight,” I saw Dee say into the camera after Tina’s back was cleaned up. “I think I’m married to the greatest guy in the world and this was to show him how much I appreciate his understanding of my newfound nymphomania. Good night everyone, I’ll see you next week.”

After she was finished, Jarrod put the camera down and began to get things picked up. Tina and Beth left the room to get dressed, while Dee slid on a skirt and tank top. Jarrod finished up and told Dee that he was heading home. She thanked him with a deep kiss. It was not long before Tina and Beth came back into the room, now fully dressed. Meanwhile, Dawn had remained on the bed with me, sitting next to me still as naked as I was.

“Tina, Beth and me are going over to the strip club,” Dee whispered into my ear. “I hope you enjoy fucking Dawn.

“Don’t you two wait up for me,” Dee continued now addressing both of us. “I’ll be having my own fun with the strippers. Have fucking fun…I mean have fun fucking.”

I whispered “I love you” to my wife, which she did likewise, before leaving the room.

“So, whose pussy’s sweeter,” I said turning to my sister-in-law. “Your pussy or your sister’s?”

“Definitely mine, it’s younger,” Dawn said with an evil smile.

“Get on your back and let me find out,” I ordered with my own evil smile.

As I pushed my tongue into my wife’s little sister’s bald pussy, I thought that I might be the luckiest man in the world to have Dee for my wife.

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This takes place after Chi-Town Tuck In

Wanda stared at the used condoms in her hotel bathroom trash cans. She was trying desperately to piece the previous night together through the drunken fog. She knew it was bad but she couldn’t believe it was this bad. She could remember sucking off the baseball player and letting the school administrators fondle and suck her naked breasts. She had a vague recollection of her panties coming off but nothing after that.

It didn’t feel like she had sex. Whenever she had been with her husband Julie she could feel his body heat the next day inside and out. Her breasts felt like they had been handled thoroughly which she could remember for sure. She couldn’t believe she had allowed the disgusting Professor Gropenhoffer to put her nipples in his mouth. It grossed her out even more than the idea that she had sucked a stranger’s dick. What if she had actually let her teachers have sex with her?

She had only ever been with her husband. Maybe it was different with other men. Maybe you couldn’t tell you’ve had sex with all men afterwards.

She did remember that the teachers were laughably small compared to Julie. Having never handled and penises besides Julie’s she never really thought about if Julie was big or not. She just assumed he was average.

Wanda felt a wave of guilt when she compared the men from last night to Julie. She had taken Julie for granted the whole time they had been together. Even watching Ashley and Stevie in the other bed it was clear that Julie was way more giving and selfless in bed. Ashley looked like she was enjoying herself but it didn’t seem like Stevie really cared whether she had a good time or not.

Tony the baseball player was even worse. He made sure Wanda knew he was using her for his pleasure. The idea of a man doing that was completely foreign to Wanda. Her husband always put her first. It started to make sense that Julie never let her suck him off. He was wired to pleasure her. The irony that she had to cheat on her husband to grasp how special he was almost made Wanda laugh.

Wanda was surprised by a knock on the door. It was Ashley wanting to know if she was in the room. Wanda whipped open the door. She grabbed her friend by the arm and pulled her in.

“What happened last night?” She asked.

“We got some dick is what happened.” Ashley said playfully.

“I didn’t want dick.” Wanda said.

“You could have fooled me with how you were sucking that ballplayer down. I actually believed you in the pool yesterday when you said you didn’t go down on guys.” Ashley giggled.

“I wasn’t lying. That was the first time I ever really did that.” She started.

“I know I know, You’ve only slept with one guy, your husband, and he doesn’t like blowjobs. No one believes any of that.” Ashley said.

“It’s kızılay escort true, all of it, or it was true till last night.” Wanda said.

“I know. It’s almost like I never saw you get groped during a parade or strip off at a costume party or flash your pussy on the news or anything like that.” Ashley said sarcastically.

“None of that was my fault.” Wanda protested.

“Yeah, that stuff just keeps happening to you like those monster tits are two giant magnets that attract perverts.” Ashley said.

“It does, these things just bring pervs into my life.” Wanda said cupping her chest with both hands.

“And the biggest perv in your life is your so-called husband.” Ashley stated plainly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wanda asked getting angry.

“It means all this stuff happens because you and your husband want it to.” Ashley said.

“That’s not true.” Wanda replied.

“Please girl, I watched you strip off your top onstage right in front of Julie.” Ashley recalled.

“You set me up with that big tits song.” Wanda fired back.

“I Didn’t force you to flash your tits. And then your man just sat there while Dean Feely groped you up.” Ashley pointed out.

“What was he supposed to do? Beat up the dean of my college?” Wanda asked.

“He jumped right in when I was in trouble.” Ashley responded

“You were about to be gang-raped.” Wanda said surprised that her friend didn’t see the distinction.

“So he doesn’t lack protective instincts and impulses. They just don’t kick in when it comes to you.” Ashley said.

Wanda was really taken aback by that. On some level, it rang true. She had been so relieved to be back with Julie after her first incident on the beach she had never questioned Julie’s reaction. Her first thought when she had been forcibly exposed in front of the school was a combination of desire for protection and revenge. Julie provided both. She was so relieved that Julie had violently prevented her from a second public exposure that she didn’t realize how much she was wiring an exposure fetish into Julie’s psyche.

Were Wanda and her husband that screwed up that they had been causing all this to happen to her? The thought disturbed Wanda to the core. For a second she flashed on the thought of leaving her severely fucked up husband.

Then her first memory of Julie went through her head. She remembered the first day of high school. Her stomach in knots from the stress of constant harassment. She felt helpless all the time. She couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t feel like a victim. She was powerless to stop her torment from escalating. There was no end in sight. She could see the ultimate conclusion to her torment in her mind.

Then out of nowhere, her biggest tormentor kolej escort was on his back looking up in fear at this boy she hadn’t even noticed. Even with a five to one numbers advantage her tormentors instinctively knew better than to challenge Julie. In an instant Wanda was changed. The fear and humiliation that had defined her existence vanished. Wanda had become free to become something more than a sexual victim.

Wanda knew that what Ashley said about Julie wasn’t true. He wasn’t a perv he was just a sweet innocent guy with a primitive personal code of honor. Wanda also knew she loved him. She wanted some way to make the last night go away or at least find a way to level things out.

Ashley could almost read her mind.

“You want to fix this?” Ashley asked.

“More than anything ” Wanda said.

“I know just what to do.” Ashley assured her.

Back home.

Julie woke to his wrists zip-tied to the headboard of his bed. He tried to sit up and caught a glimpse of Wanda across the room. She was wearing a red neglige with matching thong panties. It was unusual for her to dress up because Julie was such a breast man that he really didn’t go crazy for thong panties.

“What are you doing babe?” Julie asked amused.

“I got you a surprise. Cause you were so good with watching Alexis.” Wanda said in a tone that if Julie hadn’t been so distracted by Wanda’s huge breasts he would have known was troubled.

“Is it what’s under that nightie? Cause that’s my kind of surprise.” Julie said playfully.

“It’s not a guessing game.” Wanda said straddling his chest.

Julie moaned as Wanda pulled her panties to the side. He was trying to cover up his disappointment that she hadn’t started her tits. Julie while very skilled in bed was rather predictable.

“No more talking.” Wanda said covering his face with her pussy.

Julie wasn’t expecting that but went to work. This was kind of rare for them. Julie would spend over an hour slowly teasing Wanda with his lips and tongue but they had only tried it with her on top a few times. Because it didn’t work as well as when Julie was in complete control it had been years since they had done it like this.

“You can have dessert after you eat everything for Mommy.” Wanda said regretting it. They didn’t call each other mommy and daddy even after their daughter was born. For fun once or twice Wanda had called Julie Poppy and they had both found it weird. Wanda couldn’t stop doing weird things while trying to act normal.

With his head pinned to the pillow and Wanda’s knees over his ears, Julie couldn’t see or hear anything in the room. With cat-like speed Wanda took Julie in her pussy.

It took Julie a second to process that if Wanda was still sitting on his face then maltepe escort she couldn’t be riding his dick. Julie’s eyes went wide with shock when he realized a stranger was grinding her pussy into him.

“Surprise!” Wanda yelled.

Julie was not happy. He thrashed wildly as he tried to rise up from the bed. With his hands tied to the bed, he couldn’t throw whoever was fucking him off.

Ashley was moaning from the heat of Julie’s member throbbing inside of her. She was stunned by the level if heat radiating from Julie. Even though Julie was bucking with no concern for her pleasure she was still feeling fantastic from the feel of Julie inside her. She also had to admit the distressed noises emanating from Julie were a major turn on. It was an amazing feeling to be dominating a man like Julie. She had personally witnessed him wreck a room full of men and now she had complete physical control in a way she’d never had before.

Wanda was having the total opposite reaction to hearing Julie struggle. She realized what a mistake this had been. Instead of leveling things between them she was only making it worse.

The sounds of extasy coming from Ashley made Wanda sick. She couldn’t believe she had actually done this. This had to be the new low point in her life. It was worse than having her breasts exposed to her whole school. It was worse than having her bikini bottoms pulled off on the news. It was even worse than sucking off a complete stranger who looked at her like a whore when he came in her mouth.

Then from bad to worse. She heard Julie grunt and strain. She knew what it was before she heard Ashley.

“Oh my god. He just came so hard.” Ashley said shocked at the volume of hot juice flowing inside her.

Wanda couldn’t believe it. Julie had never came so fast in the years they had been together. She tried to wrap her head around what that meant.

Ashley got off of Julie’s cock and Julie was able to twist his body enough to throw Wanda off of his face. Wanda recognized the sound of splintering wood as the headboard came apart from Julie pulling his bindings free.

Julie was up and flipping out. Shelves were flying. Ashley ran out of the house still dripping from Julie exploding inside her she got dressed on the porch. Wanda had never been afraid of Julie striking her but right now she wasn’t sure. She had never seen Julie so mad. Any hope of this making up for her infidelities in Chicago was out the window.

To make things even worse. Wanda was still reeling from how fast Julie came with Ashley. Wanda couldn’t process how she felt about it. She was mad and jealous at the same time. She wanted to lash out at Julie even though she knew everything was her fault. That he was destroying their bedroom was an afterthought. Julie wasn’t even reacting to their daughter Alexis screaming in the other room. Julie’s anger didn’t seem to be lessening as he punched holes in the walls. Wanda was worried he was actually hurting his bloody fists as ceiling tiles fell from the ceiling. Wanda slipped on a pair of sweats and ran from the room. She took the baby and drove off barefoot and still wearing the negligee as a top.

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This story features a number of different sexual practices, in particular partner sharing, open marriage, girl-on-girl sex, virginity and deflowering, anal sex, vague hints of possible incest, and sex in general. If any of these things offend you, I won’t mind if you stop reading now and find another story that is more suited to your needs. Thank you.

*****

You won’t ever have heard of our community – as far as I know, it has never been written about before, a deliberate decision on our parts. Whispers about us do leak out from time to time and journalists will arrive here in search of the scoop about “The town where everyone swaps their wives”. Were it to get out, we would be swamped by the prurient and by those who relish our ideas on sexual freedom without sharing our values, and suffer the distaste and disapproval of a lot of hidebound people. Those are things we want to avoid at all costs.

That may help you to understand why we prefer to keep ourselves to ourselves and I hope you will forgive me if I give you no clues as to where you might find us. I might even throw in a few red herrings along the way, just to confuse you, such as my mention of ‘Utopia’. Sir Thomas More coined that name back in 1516, by the way – it was the title of his book about a fictional island in the Atlantic and its religious, social and political customs. It derives from Greek words meaning ‘not-place’ or ‘no place’. I bet that doesn’t help you work out where we are.

Most of our members – in total there are several hundred – were born and brought up around here and the community has always been a part of their lives and their parents’ before them. Others went away and have since come back. Very occasionally, we might invite others to join us but only when we have got to know them very well indeed.

If you’re thinking ‘strange cult’, you’d be wrong; for a start, most of us aren’t particularly religious at all. A commune? No, and there is certainly no communal ownership of property here. Nor is ‘free love’ an idea we associate with ourselves. We are simply a group of people who choose to live our lives a bit differently to most other people. Some might argue that the only real difference in our community is that we practice open marriage but that would be a mistaken view. What we practice is openness of love, marriage and life.

While most members of our community do have a special partner, they do not feel constrained to limit sex to that one partner. Instead, they will offer and receive it in any way they find pleasurable. Despite this, traditional family life still predominates – although we actively support those who choose polygamy. In fact, divorce here is almost unknown – there is no point in it. Married couples expect and encourage their partners to have encounters outside the marriage. It is common to hear a wife, for example, say to her husband: ‘Isn’t she a pretty girl? I really think you should ask if you can fuck her’ or even ‘I’m going to ask her if you can fuck her’.

When the husband (in this instance – the openness works in both directions) returns from the encounter, the wife will want to know not just about the physical sex – though she will want to hear every detail of that – but a lot more besides. She will want to share in what the husband particularly enjoyed about sex with the girl, and what he did to the girl that she enjoyed. She will also want to hear about the emotional aspects of the encounter; what the husband liked about her as an individual and how they related. The fact that the two of them have had a relationship is as important as the sex itself.

You will gather from this that jealousy is almost non-existent in our community. We have created an environment in which it has lost its meaning. It is expected that deep, loving relationships will develop outside the marriage but they are not a threat. Polyamory has become the norm, recognising that very few couples – even those that are very well-matched – can be entirely self-sufficient, sexually and emotionally. And, besides, there is a great deal we can learn even from people with whom we are not particularly compatible and who we certainly wouldn’t consider as a long-term mate. A sexual encounter with such people can be very rewarding.

But enough of my philosophising, except to say that to understand us fully, you must start – like us – with the basic premise that the sexual act is to be enjoyed and should be freed of the guilt, inhibitions, and petty restrictions that we allow ourselves to impose upon it. That, however, can only come through knowledge.

Passage 2

An important principle of the community is that while sex itself may be a natural instinct, there is much that needs to be taught and learned if it is to fulfil its greatest potential. At the same time, we understand the importance of teaching people how to build strong and lasting relationships in all their aspects, free from the hang-ups of modern society. As grup escort an Elder of our community – a position defined by status rather than age, I hasten to add – I am one of those who carry out this teaching, which begins when a young person has passed their 18th birthday.

To introduce myself, I am Sebastian – curtailed to Seb if you knew me well. Now in my mid-40s, I was fortunate to inherit sufficient wealth to allow me to maintain a very comfortable lifestyle without the need to earn a living. I still have to work, of course, but the work I do is related to the management of the estate that formed a large part of my family inheritance. Our community also benefits from that inheritance through a trust that the estate supports.

Passage 3

Ellie Hatchett had not long turned 18 and it was time for the next phase of her learning about adult life to begin. Her parents, Jenny and Richard, had chosen me as the Elder who would take her through this important stage of her life and they’d come to my home to discuss what this would involve.

I knew Ellie to be an extremely attractive young girl with a pretty oval face, rich blue eyes, and shoulder-length flaxen hair, which she tended to wear pulled back behind her head in one style or another, depending on the time she had available to do it. She was slim but with just enough bust and curves to avoid being thought of as boyish. It was clear that she was going to be much in demand within the community. When you saw her beside her mother there was no mistaking their relationship. The only real difference was that her mother had gained a pound or two over the years but that made her look no less attractive than the daughter.

Jenny and Richard sat down beside each other on the sofa. I went over to the fireplace and pressed a button beside the mantelpiece, sounding a bell in the distance, before taking one of the armchairs. The summons brought my maid Sarah into the room – one of the privileges of being an Elder was being able to choose a personal maid from among the community’s young women and, being unmarried, I had decided to take advantage of that privilege.

Passage 4

Sarah’s story was unusual. Her father had died in a car crash when she was in her teens. She had always been close to her father; she was very much his baby girl – though not in a sexual way, of course – and they adored each other. She never behaved as if her father was wrapped round her little finger; it was simply that he gave her everything she might possibly have wanted without her even having to ask. Sometimes his overflowing generosity embarrassed her. When she wanted to go on a school trip she was more than happy to do like the other girls and get a Saturday job to help pay for it, but her father wouldn’t hear of it. That gave her the undeserved reputation at school of being thoroughly spoiled, creating a rift between her and her friends, and starting a tendency for her to become something of a loner.

It also created a rift between Sarah and her mother, who increasingly found herself in the role of bad guy, the one who said ‘no’ and then found herself overruled. To be fair to Sarah, she never regarded her mother as the bad guy. The idea existed only in her mother’s head, but that was enough.

A couple of years after Sarah’s father died and just after Sarah went off to university, her mother met another man and remarried. She moved into her new husband’s house, a place which Sarah could never regard as home and in which she didn’t feel comfortable. It’s not that she was made to feel unwelcome; it simply didn’t work. University vacations were mostly spent travelling alone or she found summer jobs abroad.

When she finally graduated, Sarah found herself at a loose end. A girl she’d known at university suggested that she stay with her as there was a temporary job available in her father’s company. What she didn’t know back then was that the girl and her parents were members of our community. In time, the possibility of her joining was raised and she decided to accept.

Sarah was, of course, a few years older than most girls when she joined the community and her parents weren’t there to guide her. I was asked to be her mentor and we became close. There was never any question of my being a substitute for her father, nor any suggestion that our relationship, as it developed, was one of incest by proxy. She is simply more at ease with older people.

A few months later we decided that she should become my maid. Sarah is in no way subservient – our community isn’t Stepford and Sarah is certainly no Stepford wife – but the role suits her perfectly. Growing up, she’d had everything she wanted but losing it, when her father died, made her realise how fortunate she’d been. It’s as if becoming a maid has offered her the opportunity to give something back by helping other young women as they approach one of the most important times iranlı escort in the lives. And, as you will see, it has also allowed her to discover her bisexual side.

Passage 5

When Sarah entered the room in response to my summons she was dressed in a uniform of long skirt and a low-cut waistcoat, both in dark red. Beneath the waistcoat, her sheer white blouse left her breasts and nipples clearly visible. The skirt was slit up the sides and as she moved across the room it opened to reveal her legs. After pouring drinks for everyone, she stood behind my chair, ready to be of further service.

Although Jenny and Richard were broadly aware of what would be involved in their daughter’s coming of age preparation and ceremony, they had been married and were in their early thirties by the time they joined the community and neither had experienced it for themselves. I therefore began by explaining the various stages that Ellie would go through. They listened intently to what I had to say.

I explained that the essence of a young person’s coming of age was that it involved an intense period of learning – learning about the act of sex itself, learning about their own sexuality and that of others, learning about their bodies and other people’s, and, above all, learning about relationships between people. Linking this period of learning to the young person’s first sexual experience gave it focus and meaning. The coming of age represented not just the opening of her body but the opening of her mind too – that she should not only be penetrated by a penis but by new thinking too.

During this period, the young person had to keep a diary to record everything they experienced, physically and emotionally. We saw this as a vital learning mechanism. Each evening, they had to discuss the day’s entry with their mentoring Elder and this would lead to much questioning and discussion. That is partly why we placed so much importance on the intense period of learning. Expecting a young person to maintain such a diary over many months – or longer – would have been a forlorn hope.

The first stage of Ellie’s coming of age learning would be to prepare her for her first full sexual experience. That would take place at her ceremony, at which she would give up her virginity. After that she would return for a further period of learning known as her ‘enlightenment’, which would also involve encounters with other men and couples. In the meantime, Jenny and Richard had to consider who should initiate her into womanhood and where and in whose presence it was to take place.

I should explain that parents in this situation face a range of choices. Some choose a close family friend, while others leave it to the Elder who is mentoring their initiate daughter. It’s been known for particularly well-endowed men to be picked with the object of making the occasion memorable for the girl though, generally speaking, something less demanding tends to be thought more appropriate. It would be foolish, of course, to imagine that relatives are not involved in some girls’ ceremonies. An uncle by marriage does not raise any problems, nor, since the girls are all over 18, does a step-father but there are other possibilities too, especially if the man who had brought the girl up was not her natural father.

I suggested Jenny and Richard might want to take time before coming to a final decision. I cautioned them, though, that they should not discuss the matter with Ellie. Until the very moment of her initial penetration, she was not allowed to know the identity of the first man who would enter her body and fill her with his sperm. It may seem odd, but the idea was – on this one occasion – to focus attention on the act itself and not on the person carrying it out.

Indeed, some families preferred that the man’s identity should always remain a secret – that their daughters should never know who had been the first to take them, leaving them to wonder which of many it might have been. The general rule was that the initiate was penetrated only once during the ceremony but other participants, especially the parents, might make themselves available to guests.

That left the question as to where the ceremony should take place. Some parents preferred that the ceremony be private, others that their daughter be taken for the first time in full view of family and close friends, while some of the more exhibitionist members of the community had been known to arrange elaborate open spectacles. Occasionally – and this particularly applied where twin daughters were involved or where there was only a year’s difference in age between two daughters – a joint ceremony might be held. The simultaneous penetration of twins or sisters has always raised a lot of interest.

Jenny and Richard agreed that these were all things they would need to discuss and they would let me know what they decided.

‘We’ve always keçiören escort taught Ellie to be proud of her body from a young age. She knows that, at home or with close family friends, it’s quite normal for everyone to be naked’, Jenny explained when I’d finished. ‘We’ve brought her up to understand that sex is something perfectly natural that her parents indulge in, both with each other and others, and that it’s not something to be ashamed of and hidden away behind closed doors.’

That, I told them, was an excellent start.

I also confirmed with Jenny and Richard that Ellie was on the pill. The rules of the community are that any penis that enters a girl during her initiation and subsequent enlightenment has to be uncovered so that she experiences the full sensations of the man’s ejaculation inside her. Members of the community undergo regular medical checks and this avoids the problem of STIs.

Passage 6

Richard turned to me. ‘Presumably you’ll be having sex with Ellie as part of her enlightenment once she’s given up her virginity.’

I nodded to confirm his assumption.

‘In that case’, he continued, ‘since Ellie and Jenny are so much alike, perhaps you’d like a foretaste of what you’ll be enjoying before long.’

Jenny turned towards me and smiled.

‘I should like that very much indeed’, I replied.

Richard reached around and started to unbutton his wife’s blouse, revealing a lacy white bra beneath. He slipped the blouse off her arms and told her to stand up so that he could unzip her skirt and let it fall down her legs, revealing panties that matched her bra. Apart from her panties, her legs were bare.

‘Slip your shoes off’, Richard instructed her.

Jenny did so and stepped out of the skirt. Richard unfastened the catch of her bra and, as the straps fell from her shoulders, he reached around, easing it from her breasts so that it fell to the floor. The breasts were small – I guessed at a 34B, conical and pointed outwards, tipped with dark brown areola and surmounted by beautiful nipples that were visibly hardening as Richard took them between his fingers.

‘I hope you like smaller breasts.’

‘Oh I do’, I confirmed.

Jenny leaned her head backwards so that Richard could kiss her fully on the mouth. They continued the kiss as he reached down to her waist and began to slide her panties down, revealing the start of a bush of dark brown pubic hair.

Richard beckoned me over and indicated for me to complete the task. I knelt beside Jenny and slid the panties the rest of the way down her legs and lifted each of her feet in turn to free them. I had no sooner done that than the sound of a groan made me look up. Richard had parted her labia with one of his hands and his fingers were probing her slit, just inches in front of my face. I watched intently as he removed his fingers from her cunt. They glistened with the juices of her arousal.

Jenny’s inner labia protruded from her slit and Richard used his fingers of one hand to hold them apart so that her sex was revealed to me in its entirety. She had a long clit hood which Richard was teasing and stretching with his other hand, so that the clit head became increasingly engorged and exposed. As Jenny began to moan softly, I leaned forward and placed the tip of my tongue on her clit and started to delight it. At the same time I felt for her open cunt, inserting first one finger into the rapidly moistening entrance and then a second. She felt incredibly, excitingly tight. I could sense her adjusting herself to accommodate the exploring fingers, allowing me to work them ever more deeply into her.

Richard reached round from behind her, placing his arms beneath hers to support her as he sensed that her legs might be about to give way. By doing so, his hands were left free to attend to her breasts and nipples and her neck and ear lobes were exposed to his kisses. The combined attentions of my mouth and fingers and his swiftly had her approaching an orgasm and she began to scream and shake with pleasure.

As the sensations began to subside the two of us gently released her.

‘I don’t know about you’, said Richard, ‘but I like a woman to cum first, then she can concentrate on me. It makes for a much more satisfying fuck, especially if she tightens up.’

I took Jenny’s hand and guided her across the room to a chaise longue that stood against the far wall, sitting her down on its edge. I stood in front of her, removing my shirt, leaving her to unfasten my trouser belt and undo the zip. She plunged her hand into the opening and took hold of my now very hard cock through my shorts. It took only a few seconds for me to be completely free of my clothes and to feel her mouth closing round my cock. It felt wonderful but I was aware that I was extremely aroused and was unlikely to be able to resist the attentions of her warm moist mouth for very long. I wanted to experience her tight cunt around me.

I started to press on her shoulders to lay her back on the chaise when Richard intervened to say that he would prefer me to take her on all fours from behind, so that he could watch my cock entering her. Jenny turned over and knelt down, grasping the edges of the chaise with her hands and resting her forehead on its surface.

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We touched down in Sin City and got off the plane…as we stepped out of the Airport we were greeted by a warm gust of wind – stifling to most, but, coming from New York we were quite happy to deal with the humid early evening conditions!

“Fuck this, let’s get a limo!” Aron said, seeing the long line of available limousines. I thought he wanted to have some fun inside, but as it turns out, he just wanted to stretch his legs and enjoy a nice drink as we watched the sun set over Vegas’s glittering skyline.

We soon arrived at The Venetian. What a thrill to be in a totally fantastical environment, we could do whatever we wanted to do, be whoever we wanted to be…I felt liberated! After settling our things I found Aron sitting on the bed, working the alarm clock (out of habit I suppose!)…I stood in front of him. He looked up and grinned sheepishly, realizing he was not on yet another business trip but a VA-CA-TION! He pulled me towards him and gave me a long, lingering kiss.

“Babe, the plane was fun…now I gotta go for a shower and freshen up – let’s go gamble, drink, eat…dance…mmmm…I can’t wait to dance with you…” he said as he stood up and swayed with me. He undressed in the large marble bathroom and got under his luxuriously hot shower…soon he called for me.

“Baby…you’re not gonna join me?”

Hearing this, I stripped off in front of him, making sure to bend over fully as I took off my g-string so he got a good view of my ass. As I did I felt a resounding “smack!” of his wet hand against my ass-cheek. He loves to spank me, and I love to be spanked.

I got into the shower with him, and he watched as I bathed, the soap suds felt so good all over my body, sliding down my breasts and ass…he was semi-hard watching them wash off me. I realized he had not soaped yet. I grabbed the soap and washed him as though I were his slave-girl, from behind his ears, his chest, nipples, stomach, all the way to the soles of his feet. Sliding the soap down his crack, I followed with my fingers, massaging and cleaning his balls and cock with both my hands…when I was done rinsing him off I sucked on him softly and planted a little kiss on the tip of his cock.

“Ahh – baby you’re done?”

“Love, we have to get ready – Bobby and Serena are ready and waiting for us for dinner!”

Sighing, he turned the water off, and giving me one last smack on the bottom, let me towel myself off. Naturally, he was ready to go much before me, and sat waiting watching television while I rushed to make myself look good for him.

I soon emerged, with my hair drying in wild curls, wearing a blue low-cut, figure-hugging chiffon tank-top, and a knee-length white pencil skirt. Metallic gold open-toe stilettos matched the embroidery on the top, as did my small purse, eve gelen escort and to complete the look – I was wearing no bra. Under the layered chiffon of my top, I knew in the air-conditioning of these hotels He would be able (as would everybody else) to see my large hard nipples taking form underneath. He specifically asked that I go bra-less whenever possible, and I obliged every chance I got.

He stood up, and held me at arms length, skimming my every curve with his eyes,

“Babe, you look hot!”

Apparently he wasn’t the only person who thought so. We met our friends for dinner, and then went to Skin at the Palms. Dancers, go-go girls, lighting, everything was perfect! I sat perched on Aron’s lap at the bar, sipping, of course, a Bailey’s on the rocks. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a cute brunette watching us. Aron had his hand slightly up my skirt on my thighs, and he was nuzzling into my neck, telling me what he was going to do to me when we got back…she kept looking over, and when we caught eyes, she smiled. I whispered to Aron, “I think we’ve got an admirer…”

He looked up. “Do you think she’s hot?” he queried.

“She’s pretty, no? What if she comes over…?” I asked. We had never had a threesome – til now it was just a fantasy we shared and teased each other with. But could it become a reality? Would that be wise? I liked watching girls in movies, but was I really ready to lick someone else’s pussy, let alone share my man, whom I am severely possessive about? I felt the knots in my stomach tighten as the brunette approached us. She ordered herself a drink at the bar, turned and said,

“Hi, I’m Christie. I couldn’t help watching you guys from over there…”

I smiled and introduced myself and Aron. He was still busy kissing my neck, but did acknowledge her with a glance and a smile.

“I have to say, you guys make a really great couple. You’re so petite, and your man’s so big and tall! I wonder if he controls you or you control him?” Christie asked.

“Oh, I like it when he takes control, tells me what to do…but also, sometimes it’s nice to take command of such a big man…when he lets me!” We all shared a laugh.

“That’s a beautiful top,” Christie said, and she reached out her hand to the center of my chest to touch the pleated chiffon.

“Thanks” I said, as my breasts rose to meet her touch.

Seeing my subconscious reaction, she traced the pleats over the center of my breasts, and up them, until her fingertip met my nipple. How innocent we were being. I kept a straight face, but my g-string was definitely getting wetter by the second. As my nipple hardened underneath her touch, Aron (super-shocked and turned on by all this) raised his hand gaziosmanpaşa escort up my skirt, until he brushed his fingers against my sodden pussy.

“Baby, you’re wet…!” He said, half-surprised.

I shot Aron a glare, embarrassed that he would say that in front of a stranger.

Christie’s seductive smile grew, knowing now that I was interested. She leaned close to me and Aron, “You have a beautiful skirt too…,” she said, and slid her hand up my other thigh, meeting Aron’s wet fingers in the middle, where he was stroking my pussy. I tightened, not wanting this woman to have any contact with my man. She sensed this and said,

“Hun, don’t…it’s you I’m interested in.”

Comforted at the thought of this I unclenched, and both her and Aron slid their hands under my G-string, and slipped a finger each into my dripping hole.

This was a totally new experience for me. I had never felt two people fingering me at the same time. It felt soo naughty, but so good. I closed my eyes and leaned against Aron. He was thoroughly enjoying this experience so far.

She took her finger out and started flicking my swollen clit, massaging it, and Aron replaced it with another one of his fingers. I was in ecstasy. Taking one wet finger out, he found his way to my asshole, and gently pushed it in. I now had a finger in both holes, and a woman massaging my clit. I could barely stand up…I felt my legs go to jelly – I needed to lie back and enjoy this properly. Plus, it couldn’t get much further like this in public, and it was quite obvious we all wanted to take it further!

“You guys, why don’t we go to the room…and carry on…?” I suggested, short of breath.

Christie shot Aron a look, they caught eyes and smiled. Removing their fingers from under my skirt, then held me between them as we left the club. On our way back to the Venetian, I clutched Aron tightly…we had to get some ground rules down. As Aron and I had discussed threesomes before, he already knew what was going through my mind, and brought it up himself.

“Christie…this isn’t any ordinary threesome. We are kind of possessive here…I won’t be fucking anyone but her, I’m not going to do anything to you other than touch you, and tell you what to do to each other. You can touch me, you can lick and suck me if she says it’s all right, but that’s all…cool?”

“No problem…I can’t say I’m not a little disappointed, but what to do – I suppose this is what couples are like! But as long as I can watch you fuck her senseless I think I’ll be all right…THAT cool?!”

Aron’s face lit up with one of his dirty ideas. “I think we can definitely find a way to work that one out!” He chuckled devilishly.

Seemingly, gölbaşı escort I did not have a say in all of this. It was business.

When we got to the elevator, I was getting more and more nervous. What if this absolutely sucked, what if it didn’t but it ruined my relationship with Aron forever? I didn’t really have any time to think further as Christie reached her hand out again and caressed my neck with her fingers…she let her hand trace my curves, I felt another hand creep up behind me and squeeze my breast. It was Aron.

“Touch her nipples.”

Christie let her hand softly go over my nipples, feeling them ready for her mouth. I wondered what THAT was going to feel like. She pressed herself against me, and I unconsciously felt my arms rise up around her waist, touching her breasts, her nipples…we had the same body type, she was just a little taller. Her tits were round and large for her small frame, as were mine. I felt Aron behind me, his hard-on pressing into my ass, one of his hands still on my breasts, the other now on hers. It felt so good to be sandwiched between them. Pleasure pleasure everywhere.

We finally got to our room. Aron sat back on the bed while Christie and I instinctively waited for instruction. I had had enough of being the quiet one. We were all in this for a fucking good time. I felt a pang of guilt, I could fuck them both but I wasn’t letting Aron fuck Christie…that wasn’t “fair” but it definitely wasn’t happening!

“Christie, did you know Andy just loves to have his cock sucked…? It’s big and large, just like him!” I said, winking at her.

“Really?” She grinned.

We both moved towards the bed, Aron looking like a bit anxious about what was happening…we both knelt on the bed, our breasts to his face, and proceeded to undress him. I kissed him passionately as I popped off his boxers, and we both gazed at his cock, springing free, hard as can be.

We knelt on the floor, I started licking one side of his long thick shaft like a lollipop, and grabbed Christie’s head to do the same. We both licked his length up and down, our tongues meeting here and there. I slid all of him into my mouth in one gulp, sucking him hard, and Christie started flicking his balls with her tongue, before she took both of them into her mouth and sucked gently. He groaned, pushing both of our heads down and keeping them there. He was getting the blowjob of his life.

He was trying to hold on as much as possible but couldn’t help himself. He pushed harder into my mouth and came in long hot spurts. My mouth was full to the brim, and a little of his thick cum dripped out of one corner. Christie let his balls drop from her mouth, and licked the drip of cum off my chin, before kissing me fully on the lips, prying my mouth open with her tongue and sharing in tasting his warm semen. He looked down at us, not believing what just happened. Regaining some of his senses, he said,

“Clean Me!”

We licked him over again, making sure to swallow up every last drop of cum, and sucked on him to make sure he wasn’t keeping any…

Sighing, and spent, he sat back and instructed us,

“Play…”

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I put on my short skirt and tight blouse and left to go home to get some rest. It was around noon, a nice day and I decided to walk, because I figured it would loosen up my tender pussy, thighs and ass, after all, I only lived about a half a mile away. With each step another squirt of cum would leak out of full pussy, making soft sloppy spurting noises as I walked. It began to run down my thighs, I had no underwear on (naturally) so there was nothing to keep it from flowing. I continued my walk home and noticed several different men glaring at me on the way. I took notice and decided that I needed some rest; after all, I had been rode hard and put up wet and needed time to recuperate.

When I got home, I took a quick shower and went to bed. I woke up around midnight and decided that I would dress up and go out to see what I could get into. (Or what I could get into me!) I was wearing a tight, black spandex shirt and a pair of Hooters shorts and walked to the market a few blocks away. I went in, scouted around, and decided to go home.

I was about halfway home when I met a guy friend of mine, and stopped to talk to him. He’s a really nice and well endowed black guy, and when he makes a booty call, I’m always available to him because he fucks me so well. He looked me up and down and told me that he was having some friends over to watch a basketball game and wanted to know if I wanted to come. I immediately said yes, so we went to his house. Maybe I would get lucky! I sure hoped so!

We walked in and he introduced me to all of the guys there. Jackpot! I could tell by the way they looked at me that they wanted me. I knew I was going to fuck them, too, because they had firm, tight bodies and I could see the large bulges growing in their shorts. I wanted them to use me for their pleasure. I became very horny, knowing that I was going to fuck them; my shorts had a large wet spot in them as my pussy was becoming engorged and I anticipated screwing them. My friend esat escort asked me if I wanted to watch the game or if I had something else in mind. I shrugged and told him that I was his guest, so it was up to him, and asked him what he wanted me to do. He told me to come and sit on his lap, that he wanted to ask me something, and I wasted no time in doing so. I could feel his hard cock under me and positioned my cunt firmly over the long thick shaft and began to grind onto it. He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. He asked if I wanted to be their little white cum-slut. I nodded my head yes as I ground onto his cock and moaned with pleasure.

As I was grinding, he stopped me and pulled his shorts down, letting his fat cock spring free and stand at attention. I stood up, removed my shorts and sat down onto his lap. I grabbed his thick shaft and placed the head of it into the opening of my very wet pussy. He slowly entered me, inch by inch, easing gently deep inside of me until I was stretched and stuffed with the massive girth and length of his wonderful cock. I started to thrust and grind, my pussy slurping and squishing noisily as we picked up the pace. He was thrusting harder and harder and I was matching him stroke for stroke. I felt his dick begin to throb and knew he was about to cum. The sight of his huge, dark cock sliding in and out of my creamy white pussy was very exciting to me. The walls of my cunt were milking him for a hefty load, and a few minutes later I got what I wanted, an orgasm and another pussy full of cum, which immediately ran down my thighs when he withdrew. I stood up; got on my knees and sucked his meat into my mouth to lick him clean, my sloppy cunt oozing cum. As I was doing so, I felt another guy enter me from behind with another fat cock!

He pulled my fuck-me blonde hair in rhythm with his strokes and I had no trouble matching his pace. He started fast and furious, slapping etimesgut escort my tender ass and telling me how good it felt to be inside a tight pretty white whore like me. I came. He kept talking dirty to me, telling me what good little white trash whore I was and how good my sloppy pussy felt, and continued to plow my pussy. I came again. After fucking me for about fifteen minutes, I felt him erupt inside of me, filling me up yet again! I was in pure ecstasy, and couldn’t wait for more. And more is what I got. It took about 3 hours to suck and fuck all of them, it was almost like a gang-rape, but I wanted it that way and that’s how I got it! I was very sweaty, my cunt and thighs as well as the rest of my body were saturated in thick, creamy cum, I had more hickeys, my ass and thighs beet red from all of the spanking and yet I was only somewhat content, I had been used and abused but I still wanted more, I was still horny. I wanted to feel like a total slut and wondered what else I could do. I went to the bathroom, washed up a little, told them all thanks for the good time and left. I still don’t know who won the basketball game.

I was going to fuck someone else before I got home because I still wanted more cock. I want to feel cheap and slutty, like a whore. I wanted someone to use and abuse me. A few minutes after I left the friends house, a guy walked up behind me and slid his hand up my crotch and squeezed my pussy, which was sloppy and wet. I was startled, but when I turned around to see who it was, all I saw was a large smile, a smile I just couldn’t resist. He asked how much I would charge for a blow job. I was stunned. I’m not a hooker, but it would be nice to have some extra cash, so I told him 50 bucks. Hell, I didn’t know what to charge. He said ok and grabbed my hand and led me up the street to his apartment.

When we got there, he dropped his pants and started to stroke his growing cock. etlik escort It was a nice cock, not huge, but nice and long. I mustered the nerve to ask for the money before I did anything, and he quickly found his wallet and pulled out the 50 dollars and handed it to me. I leaned forward, slowly jacked him off until he was hard and slid him into my mouth. I sucked him for several minutes until he came in my mouth and all over my face. I asked if he had any friends that might be interested and he said he did. I told him to call as many as he could and have them come over for a good time. He got on the phone and started making calls.

While we waited, I decided to fuck him. He was pounding me hard when the doorbell rang. He got up, answered the door and let a couple of cute young men into the apartment. They were young, but old enough. He came back and proceeded to fuck me hard until we both came. When we were done, I asked the young men what they had in mind. They wanted to gang-bang me and asked how much I would charge for it. I told them 150 dollars, cash up front. They reached into their pockets and counted off the cash. I took the money, so I was obligated to finish what I had started.

I lay back on the bed and invited them to strip and join me. Both of them were very athletic in build and had nice dicks. One of them straddled my face and shoved his cock into my mouth, which I greedily sucked deep into my throat; the other one mounted my pussy and began to gently fuck me, slowly picking up the pace. I sucked and fucked them both for quite a while, and believe me; they got their money’s worth, as we all came several times. While I was fucking them, I heard several knocks on the door. Was it more horny men for me to service? I didn’t know and could only hope that it was.

It turns out that six different guys came to use me and pleasure themselves. One of them tied me up, blindfolded and gagged me, then fucked the hell out of me. Another one raped my mouth and pussy, and another spanked my ass until it became numb. There were a couple of black guys as well. I made almost a thousand dollars in less than three hours! I was full of and covered in cum, felt and smelled like a whore and was ready to go home. The guy with the beautiful smile offered me a ride home, and I agreed to let him take me…

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