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As we ate dinner that night, and tried conversing over the howl of the storm, a nagging concern that had been building in my mind ever since the latter part of the game, consolidated inside me.

It had nothing to do with the storm; at least not any storm that involved wind and rain. Something was wrong with Ellen. Not physically. Rather she was out of sorts. Maybe even sulking with me. The problem was, I thought I knew why and already I was feeling guilty about it. Ellen was too calm to throw a full tanty. Maybe the others hadn’t even noticed it; she was too graceful to apply it indiscriminately. But I had and, to me anyway, it was directed only at me.

I would guess it all started, when I gave vent to a moment of lust towards Amy in the sex game and elected to give her a good fucking and extended that to my own climax, instead stopping at hers as I was meant to. I should have taken the safer game offered option of just touching her up.

Normally I let the girls instigate sex and set the rules – after all, I can hardly say I don’t get enough. But what I did with Amy in the game broke the pattern and identified just one of them as, in that moment, an object of my uncontrolled lust. I should have known better. Jealously is a terrible thing to let ferment in a group relationship.

But there was something about the way Ellen forcefully pushed Amy off me and took over the use of my erection that should have alerted me to an issue. If that had left any doubt, that slightly put out treatment I was getting since confirmed it.

We were in for a long and difficult 48 hours as the cyclone passed over us. It was something I wanted to get out of the way. But as I’ve learnt through 30 years of marriage, there’s a preliminary dance that has to be gone through with these things. I managed to get her far enough away from the others to ask her…

“Are you annoyed with me? Do we need to have a talk?”

“Why do you ask? No.”

However pacifying her words might seem, there was something sufficiently dismissive in her tone to tell me I had a problem.

“Are you sure? You’re acting like you might be? Would you mind if we had a talk anyway?”

“Why?”

I took her by the hand and led her forward into the amidships bunk cabin. It would do for a private space and being on the downwind side of the boat and with only a small window, I hoped it might be quieter. But, with a lot of topside gear now stowed there, room was tight. I sat her down on the lower bunk and sat alongside her.

It was a far from comfortable arrangement. Ellen shuffled herself across the bunk to rest her back on the side of the boat on the far side of the bunk. I followed. But that too was awkward. There wasn’t enough headroom between the double tier bunks to sit up straight, so we were both left leaning forward.

There was no chance of this being a whispered, sweet nothing conversation. To be heard over the storm, you still needed to almost yell; but even then, I doubted the others could hear us.

“Now I know I’ve upset you and while I might be able to guess what the cause is, I think it would be better if you expressed the reason yourself. We’ve always run this relationship on an open conversation basis and I think it’s important we do that now.”

Ellen took a deep breath, hummed and look down pensively. I waited, giving her time to formulate her words and taking solace from the fact I wasn’t meet with another immediate denial. Ellen’s one of the smartest and most level headed women I’ve ever had the privilege to deal with. It was one of the reasons I’d taken so seriously even the slightest evidence of her being offside. But I’d also jumped in the deep end of this conversation relying on an assumption she wouldn’t put me through a three day dance before we could really get down to a serious talk.

“I didn’t like the way you suddenly got the hots for Amy and fucked her in front of us like that, especially after you passed over doing it to me. It’s says you have uncontrollable lust for her but not for me.”

The way I was sitting was killing me. And it was too impersonal sitting side by side like that. I couldn’t look her in the eyes unless she turned her head towards me; and she wasn’t doing that.

“Just a sec. I can’t sit like this.”

I repositioned myself to lay on my side along the edge of the bunk, my head held up on my bent arm resting just outside her legs. Now at least I could look straight up at her eyes; which was important from a discussion point of view. But in this case it was also important because we were both stark naked and I could also look straight up between her legs at her pussy and straight up at her breasts too. We might be used to nakedness, but from some angles, it was more intimate that others.

“You’re right, in the sense I definitely did wrong. It was a thoughtless surrender to a spur of the moment lust, even if I would offer as a partial excuse the fact that I was seeking to reciprocate Amy’s constant dikmen escort requiring Liddy to submit to a fucking from me. But I completely admit, I lost the benefit of that excuse as soon as I didn’t stop after Amy’s climax.”

“Sorry Ned, but apologising doesn’t change my feelings that I’ve been downgraded to some sort of second rate love interest.”

“Oh Ellen, you’re nothing of the sort. Look, I don’t think it’s ever been a secret from either you or Amy that there are certain features of her appearance that drive me wild with desire. Just little sexual obsessions that really rock my boat. And yes, in a weak moment today, they caused me to act in a way I shouldn’t have.

But it’s also no secret that Amy’s intensely jealous of the intellectual bond I share with you. In Amy’s mind, that small advantage she has in physical appearance is just a token compensation for her sense that I’m a lot closer to you than to her.

And don’t for a moment think that anything I’ve said suggests you’re not a stunningly attractive, sexually desirable woman. Goodness, I hope I don’t have to tell you that you’re model material in a way Amy could never be. But more than that, I’m in awe of your intelligence and depth of character.”

Ellen was finding her seating arrangement no more comfortable than I had. She’d been shuffling to the point of distraction. Still tight lipped, she broke eye contact with me as she moved to mirror my own position. As if there was not the slightest thing provocative in that action, she lifted the leg closest to my head over it; momentarily spreading her legs apart at 90 degrees and leaving me nowhere to look except straight up her pussy. The then other leg followed, turning her lengthways along the bunk and letting her shuffle down so that our bodies were parallel and her head was level with mine.

Even on the narrow single bunk, there was a respectful distance between our two naked bodies.

I knew I was somewhere in a Hobson’s choice of digging a deeper hole for myself or a second no less undesirable one. But I didn’t want anything I’d just said to be taken as a put down or dismissal of Amy. As she mirrored my arm supporting a head position, I felt compelled to add…

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking Amy or suggesting she’s nothing more than a sexual obsession. She’s a beautiful, intelligent, delightful lady who I love very much. But she’s absolutely right in her assumption about the bond I feel to you.”

“Really? None of that explains why you’ve never felt strongly enough about it to lustfully leap on me like you did with Amy.”

As she spoke, I could see a tear form, trickle down her cheek and fall onto the bunk cushion. “Oh god’ I thought to myself, what have I done. I hated the thought that I’d hurt this wonderful young woman.

The problem was, her very display of vulnerability and the way she’d been willing to open up in communicating with me had an unexpected effect. It suddenly aroused me; physically aroused me. Not just a little. Even after all the ejaculations and sex I’d had that day, I quite quickly grew a full boner; hard and aching with desire for her. As I lay on my side it stood out from my body, supporting itself in a horizontal position parallel with my torso and already weeping pre-cum. And because of the narrowness of the bunk, it was mere millimetres from contact with her.

At one level it was simply a feeling of love. I wanted to hug her and be hugged by her and just tell her everything was alright and there was nothing to be upset about. It was the clearest possible statement of my feeling of lust towards her. And yet, maybe not the lust she wanted. The desire I felt was not to pounce on her and pound her all too beautiful body into the bunk in the way I’d wanted to do with Amy. It was simply to penetrate her; unite with her as we intimately dealt with what it was that was vexing her.

Still, that was all a distraction from her last verbal challenge; however seemingly related it might be. If there’s something a man’s meant to learn over 60 odd years, it’s that sex isn’t the solutions to all your problems with women.

“Of course there’s been times I’ve wanted to leap on you and have sex. Completely inappropriate times when I’ve had to nail myself down not to do it. I don’t know how often as I’ve sat there in absolute awe and respect of your navigating skills as you’ve explained your notes for an upcoming trip to me or updated me at sea, that I’ve been sitting there with full wood under the table just wanting to lay you over the chart and fuck you. I’m sometimes too aroused to even take in properly what you’re saying.

I’ve had to fight hard to resist the temptation. But I’ve done so because I thought that was the proper and respectful thing to do. As us guys keep getting told, it’s not all about sex.

All that happened today was that circumstances arose where, at least as between Amy and me, there was emek escort implicit permission for me to act. I just didn’t think enough about its effect on you, and that was wrong. Very wrong and I deeply regret it.”

“Really? You get aroused when I’m taking to you about our course?”

“All the time. We’re sitting in close contact and I’ve got this beautiful, intelligent woman who I love and is so much impressing me with her abilities. I know it’s not right that one of my reactions should be that I want to fuck you, but I always do just the same. But my brain tells me not to act on it. When I usually sit there for five minutes studying the chart after you’ve finished, I’m as much waiting for my erection to go down and wondering how I hide the deposits of pre-cum that have penetrated through my swimwear.”

As we spoke, we were close enough she’d have to have looked hard down between our bodies to actually see I was aroused, but just far enough apart she couldn’t feel it. But just the slightest repositioning by her made the tip of it brush momentarily against her stomach. I dare say what she felt was unmistakable for what it was. She looked down between us, bringing her head close enough that her long hair was in my face, as she bent forward to look past the projection of her breasts.

“Are you aroused now?”

“That’s hardly a deniable fact. You’ve seen it. Achingly so.”

“Why?”

“Because as we lie here talking I’m reaffirming my emotional connection with this wonderful person. Of course the fact she’s a beautiful and very sexy young woman multiplies the effect. In that pantheon of reasons, the fact she’s lying next to me completely naked is almost irrelevant; but doesn’t hurt.”

“So why aren’t you surrendering to your lust? Doesn’t that prove my concern?”

“Far from it. Our relationship is more than about sex, however lustful I might feel towards you. I brought you in here because I’m hating the fact I hurt you and I want to clear the air. Us men are supposed to understand women just don’t want to be jumped on and fucked as the solution to all your issues with us.”

“But this issue was specifically about how you respond to lust.”

“Maybe, but I don’t have your permission. In fact, because of my concern you’re annoyed with me, my starting assumption would be you’d dislike me to initiate any physical contact. Gee, every ounce of my being is wanting to hug you and comfort you, whether or not that leads to sex. But I don’t even feel I have permission for that. The difference earlier today was the game clearly gave me permission to act.”

“Ned. Just stop over thinking everything and hug me.”

I closed the short distance between us, slipped one arm under her neck and the other around her back, drawing her into full contact with me; or at least as much full contact as the throbbing erection pressing into both our stomachs would permit. It felt wonderful as she hugged me back; pressing her breasts and their now hard nipples against my chest and then more forcefully bringing our hips together so that my erection was pressed deeply into the warm flesh of her stomach.

I couldn’t resist her any longer…

“Can I penetrate you?”

“What are you Ned, Mr Fucking Darcy? This isn’t Jane Austin. Just fucking fuck me.”

For all Ellen’s sensibility and intelligence, there’s no doubt that growing up on the Northern Peninsular of Sydney gives you a down to earth directness in ones approach to Australian language. It might be upper middle class but it hasn’t lost its working class origins.

But the fact was, as much as I ached to do just that, I personally would have preferred a middle step. A prolonged penetrated hug, however clumsy my suggestion of it, would have made me feel a lot better about reconnecting our relationship before we moved onto make up sex. A straight out quickie just felt a bit dirty and manipulative. But there are times Ellen just needs to be listened to, and I knew this was one of them.

With her top leg already over mine, I dropped my erection between her legs and brought it up into her crease. The tip readily homed itself into the opening of her sex. This was all happening so quickly, I couldn’t help but take a cautious approach to the speed of penetration, but Ellen was having nothing of that. She pushed herself down on me. Just for a moment, I allowed it to be pushed away, slowing my immersion in her because I thought her body wasn’t ready. But she just pushed harder; unwilling to let things happen gradually.

I knew I’d get into trouble from her if I pussyfooted about, so then I just held myself rigid while she controlled the rate of penetration. But still, Ellen was pushing hard against what I thought was considerable resistance.

My next resort was to start some shallow withdrawals and push back; seeking to penetrate her in a series of short thrusts which I hoped would lubricate and open her at the same time, eryaman escort while appearing to her give her an urgency of sex she seemed to crave.

But she took it at face value; responding with longer, harder and even more urgent jerks that had me fully penetrated in her in three of them. And then she just continued them, quite passionately; raising the possibility we complete the whole thing side by side like that. Now, no sex is bad sex, but in terms of really good orgasms, I’d rare managed a beauty like this. They usually turn out something like damp squids.

There was no doubt I had the hots in her. I wanted her, I wanted to cum in her and my cock was absolutely aching for it.

If it was a passionate fucking she really wanted, it was time to give it to her, whatever my mere male judgement of her readiness was. I rolled her on her back and me on top of her, my legs outside hers, lifting myself up on my arms to take in the beauty of the woman laid out under me. Long, and slender bodied with flawless fair skin, her beautiful angular high cheeked face looked engagingly, invitingly almost pleadingly up at me. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but, catwalk model like, more than enough to mark out her womanly figure and capping them were delightful jutting nipples.

I gave her my first good thrust and groaned in pleasure at the feeling of it flooding the length of my shaft, burying myself as deeply as I could and screwing around where my balls met her crease. With a second one I was starting to work up to my rhythm, disturbed only slightly as Ellen lifted her hips and threw them back at me. Her thrusts were telling me to go faster and I obliged, trying to synchronise with her.

As I sped up, she relaxed back to accept my thrusts; seeming satisfied I was getting it right and as happy for me to do the work as I was to perform it. But she was squeezing me more tightly than I was used to from her. It felt wonderful. But the trouble with lust is that it invades your brain and erodes your staying power. Part of you might be worried about performance, but the brain’s master controller is sort of going “Forget performance, with lust like that you’re made for each other. Just deliver the bloody seed and fertilise the woman.” And, since the master controller has the direct neural path to your erection, Ellen’s tight grip was making the message ever harder to resist.

Ellen was showing every sign of heavy arousal, but she hadn’t climaxed and I didn’t think she’d get there ahead of me. As if begging her to ease up, I shouted at her over the storm “I’m going to cum” as I slowed and then paused my thrusting trying to hold it back. But she put her hands on my butt and started pulling in and pushing me out; basically insisting I keep thrusting.

It was too late anyway. I decided to make the most of it, delivering her a couple of massive thrusts before I collapsed down over her, groaning and writhing as a powerful orgasm caused my hips to go into a virtually uncontrollable spasm of thrusts and shudders designed to maximise my pleasure and wring every last drop of cum from the bottom of my balls.

Like every premature male, I begged an apology and I tried to slip my fingers down between our still bound together bodies to finger her to a climax. She intercepted my hand and brought it up to her shoulder as she brushed her other hand through my hair.

Putting her hands around my back and drawing me firmly against her, she squeezed my still hard erection tightly and lifted her hips to push forcefully against my pubis as she circled against it; all while humming in pleasure. I wasn’t really sure what that was about. She obviously enjoyed it, enough to do it a second time. But as far as I could judge, it wasn’t an orgasm. It seemed more like the display of pleasure I felt when I first penetrated her.

I couldn’t help myself. I had to ask…

“What about you?”

She pulled her head back to get a good view of my face and gave me a wide and very reassuring grin.

“I’m good. I got what I really wanted; well actually, more what I needed. A climax isn’t always everything you know.”

Ellen pulled me firmly down on top of her for a full length body hug. My face was mashed into the bunk cushion alongside the fall of her long blonde hair. I still felt guilty. Not just about going prematurely. More about the feeling I’d got off too lightly for my transgression. She was telling me I was back in her good books, but I somehow felt I should have paid a heavier price and that the makeup sex came much too soon – in more ways than one.

Still, I wasn’t complaining. And in any case, I was still fully hard and my cock was thoroughly enjoying loitering in her sex as we cuddled. Maybe this was the cuddle I’d originally wanted before I’d pounded her, so I could hardly complain if it all worked out in the end.

We’d been like that for about five minutes and I was nearly flaccid when there was an almighty ‘bang’ against the other side of the boat which made up both leap in surprise.

“I’d better see what that was.”

Reluctantly I climbed off her and opened the door into the main cabin. The noise of the storm was significantly louder than before. Amy and Liddy were sitting at the table with a cup of tea.

“What was that?”

Liddy answered…

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Raylene had always loved the circus. As a little girl she would imagine herself as a trapeze artist flying through the air with the greatest of ease. She used to pretend she was in the circus while playing at the swimming hole as a child.

Her brothers had made a rope swing out into the swimming hole, but Raylene, being the ambitious tomboy that she was, added another rope and tied a broom handle to both ropes making a makeshift trapeze swing.

When no one was around she would sit on her swing and pretend to be waving to the crowd below before swinging back and forth on her trapeze. When she was old enough, and had enough nerve, she would hold on using only her knees and swing out over the water before letting go and dropping down in a perfect swan dive. Hardly a splash would come from her slender body as it pierced the deep water below.

Raylene would sit and remember those long lost days of childhood fantasy on those rare occasions when life didn’t interfere with its usual trudgery. Her accomplishments in life left little time for the fun she had as a carefree child. Now a fully grown and successful thirty one year old business owner, there was little time for such fanciful thoughts.

Raylene’s business ventures had always taken a priority in her life, which had an adverse effect on all of her relationships. Her love life was lifeless and was beginning to wear her down mentally. She needed a new kind of fulfillment she told herself time and time again.

It was eight o’clock in the evening when Raylene drove home, typical for a friday night. She would always stay late so her employees could go home to their families and start their weekends.

“Good night boss.”

“Hm?, Oh, yes, Good night Rick.”

“Got plans for the weekend?”

“No, not really. How about you?”

“I’m taking my kids to the circus this weekend. They’re really looking forward to it.”

“The Circus? I didn’t know it was coming to town!”

“Oh Yah!. They’ve been advertising it on the radio and tv all week. You work too much I think.”

“Yah. I probably do.”

“Well, have a good weekend. Maybe we’ll see you there.”

Raylene sat at her desk lost in thoughts of younger years. Her reply was a slight wave of her hand and Rick left the office. Raylene was already picturing herself on the trapeze, flying high above the roaring crowds below. She giggled as thoughts of her being naked on the trapeze flashed through her head. A younger woman’s fantasy she told herself.

She drove home with thoughts of riding on top of an elephant naked danced in her head, followed by thoughts of taking a whip and chair into a lions cage and taming the savage beast while the crowds cheered. She would look out to an all male audience, taking a bow and her breasts would flop out bringing another chorus of cheers and whistles. Raylene laughed outloud.

“You better get yourself home fast little girl.” she said as her hand dropped into her lap and began.

Raylene started her saturday morning with her usual ruetine. Get up, wash her face, brush her teeth and go for a ten kilometer jog. She was a creature of habit she thought as she jogged.

Maybe thats why you don’t have a regular sex life. Well, maybe today that will change.

Other thoughts pervaded her mind. Perverted thoughts. Raylene let them mingle for awhile before moving onto the next perverted thought.

Whats wrong with me? Why do I keep having these thought’s? Ever since the mention of the circus.

On and on they went, a different theme each time with one common denominator. She was always naked.

On she ran trying to figure out her perverted visions. The more she thought about why she was having them, the more perverted they became. As Raylene rounder the corner for the stretch run home she was soaked, both from sweat and from excitement that was building within her. She quickly showered then drove to the fair grounds where the circus was visiting.

Once she got to the circus, Raylene was like a child again, happy, excited, and feeling adventurous. She paid her admission and walked around taking the festive atmosphere in, letting it sweep her off her feet and whisk her back to younger days when she didn’t have a care in the world.

She went to the big top and found a seat that gave her an unobstructed view of the center ring. There were clowns on motorscooters, their faces made up in various faces, some happy, some sad. The was a bear walking on a wooden barrel. Brilliant white horses, four in all, dancing and prancing to the commands of their trainer. How she’d like to ride bare back and bare she told herself.

The Ring Master took his post at the center stage and with a booming voice shouted out to the audience for a volunteer. Many children and adults alike raised their hands and shouted their wish to be the one chosen.

As if having an out of body experience, Raylene could feel herself stand up and start walking towards the center ring. Her body was moving without effort, like it had a mind cebeci escort of its own and was ignoring any commands to stop that Raylene would give it. She deftly bounded down each step, her long red hair flowing as if blown by the wind. Like slow motion her body continued its approach, her arm raised, staring at the Ring Master.

Leaving him practically no option, he pointed towards her and announced,

“Looks like we have our volunteer! What’s your name young lady?”

“Raylene!”

“Well Raylene, why did you volunteer to be part of our show if you don’t know what we wanted you to do?”

“Since I was a little girl, I used to pretend that I was in the circus.”

“Well, looks like your gonna get your chance. Boys? Take her away!”

The clowns took Raylene by the arm and led her off behind the curtain where they immediately asked her if she was interested in riding on an elephant.

“Are you kidding? I had just been thinking about that yesterday. Of course I was riding nak…” Raylene caught herself before saying, “Um, I’d love to ride one!”

Her slip of the tongue did not go unnoticed. Antonio, the trapeze artist had noticed Raylene as soon as she walked through the curtains that separate the preformers from the audience. He noticed her long red hair, her slender face and blue eyes. Her long, muscular legs and calves. He was intranced by her look, but when she let slip about riding the elephant naked, he gave her his total attention.

“Excuse me miss. Did I hear that you wanted to ride the bull elephant?”

“Yes” she said, mezmorized by his curly dark hair and rakish good looks.

“I think you started to say that you had a vision of how you wanted to ride him, no?”

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Raylene looked away briefly, but her gaze returned, as did her confidence and she looked Antonio straight in the eyes,

“Yes, I started to say that I had a vision of riding him naked. I’m not sure why I didn’t finish that sentence.”

“Perhaps because you know this to be a family show. Such a display may cause arrests and jail time.”

Raylene was a confident woman and having been brought up with only brothers, she regained her composure almost immediately.

Yes, he’s good looking, curly dark hair, big dark eyes and a great smile, she noticed,

But lets not get too carried away Raylene, her thought’s continued.

“Perhaps after toning show you would care to return as our guest? We would help you fulfill your vision” Antonio offered.

Raylene looked long and hard and saw no intimidation in his eyes. She softened and told Antonio that she may be interested in doing exactly that.

“Antonio? Your on!”

He looked her deep in the eyes and smiled,

“After your preformation, come see me.”

“Why?”

“I should like to help you with your fantasy.” “That is, if you really want to.”

He left abruptly, dashing through the curtain to an warm applause.

Raylene was finding that there was much more than meets the eye behind the curtains. People in various stages of undress were running around, uncaring if a breast or cock was open to view. Most people went about their business of getting ready for the next part of the show, leaving Raylene to stare wide eyed just like a child might when in a candy store for the first time.

She heard an enormous cheer followed by an audience gasp and then another cheer and wild applause.

“Thats our queue. Lets get you on top of Brutus.”

“Brutus?”

“Yes, he’s the elephant that you’ll be riding.”

“Well, what am I to do?”

“Just sit there and wave to the crowd. And don’t be surprised by anything, just hang on and don’t let go. Everything will be fine.”

Raylene started to ask a question, but the clown that was helping her had already started to leave.

“Just hold on and everything will be fine!” he yelled over his shoulder.

The cheering audience had quieted down as the Ring Master was making another announcement. Antonio had burst back through the curtain and seeing Raylene, smiled and raced over to her.

“Hey, I’m glad I caught you before you go out. I want to invite you back tonight. We usually have a little party after the second show. I want you to come.”

“umayyad, okay.”

The clowns started to lead Brutus over to Raylene so she could climb up. She noticed a saddle to sit on and horn for her to hold. The group made their way towards the curtains when Antonio shouted,

“Hey! Whats your name?”

“Raylene!”

As she and her escorts made their way out into the center stage, Raylene was astonished at the large crowd, all cheering and laughing as the clowns preformed their skit. Raylene was enjoying every moment as Brutus strutted around and did his tricks.

Raylene again was imaging her audience as all males and she felt tempted to remove her top to give them all a flash of her naked breasts. Just then a siren went off and Brutus reared up, çukurambar escort almost throwing Raylene off his back. Instincts took control and Raylene grabbed tightly to the saddlehorn and held firm with her legs. Her momentary shout of panic alerted the crown until Brutus lowered his body and everything returned to normal. The audience oooh’d and aaah’d and then applauded and cheered wildly.

Raylene basked in the attention and felt the heat of the spotlights as they shined down on her. The Ring Master urged the crowd to give Raylene another round of applause for volunteering to be part of the show which dutifully followed his every command.

Once behind the curtain again, Raylene felt a sudden rush of excitement come over her. Something she hadn’t felt in many months and something she definately wanted to feel again. She got to spend the rest of the day with the preformers but didn’t see Antonio again. She knew that she had to return to her house again and run some errands, but confirmed that there would be a party afterwards and that she would be invited back. She drove back home feeling the same excitement build within her that she felt the day before.

That evening, Raylene drove back to the circus and was shocked to see the Big Top already taken down. She felt a sudden pang of dissapointment come over her, when Antonio came rushing up saying,

“Your just in time. I’m so glad you came back.”

“Just in time? But everything is already taken down. What am I in time for?”

“We have a private showing tomorrow night in a town only thirty miles from here. Will you come with us?”

“Wait!, What happened to tonight and the party?”

“Still on, it’s just moved to the next town.”

Antonio opened Raylene’s car door and offered to help her out.

“Why don’t I just follow you. I wont have a way home otherwise.”

“Very well. You can follow. Would you care if I ride with you?”

“I guess not.”

Raylene found herself struggling to remain composed with all the rushing around, but somehow managed to keep it together. She and Antonio talked on the way. How long had he been with the circus? Does he find it rewarding? Does he have any family anywhere? Each reply short and succinct, but Raylene felt he was being totally honest. She relaxed a little bit with each mile.

The caravan of circus performers drove on. It was midnight before they got to the next city and the crew immediately got started on raising the Big Top. Raylene was amazed at the speed the crew raised the giant tent. When they were nearly done, Antonio said,

“Ahh, Good!, Now we can put on our show!”

“Your going to have a show now?”

“Yes, but this isn’t any ordinary show. Come!”

He held out is hand and Raylene once again felt her body comply while her mind was trying to decide what to do. How can they put on a show at this hour? Who was so important that they would do it? And how many people could they expect to show up?

Raylene noticed that the cast of characters were dressed differently, which was to say, hardly at all. The women wore see through teddys, while the men wore hooded robes of many colors.

Antonio pulled Raylene through the throngs of players and into a small tent where a host of other men and women were naked. Without hesitation, Antonio took off his clothes and turned to Raylene instructing her to do the same.

Raylene hesitated as she stood there in amazement. Did these people have no inhibitions? Is this the life of a circus player?

Several woman noticed that Raylene was still standing there with her cloths on, when one of them asked,

“Aren’t you the one that wanted to ride Brutus naked?”

“Um, well, I..”

“Well c’mon, lets go. The shows about to start.”

“Show? What show? Who’s getting this show?”

“No time to talk. Just get naked and let us do the rest.”

Raylene was amazed how her body followed the commands of the circus people. Antonio stood before Raylene naked. His warm smile eased her tension, perhaps as much as seeing his muscled body. Her gaze look downward to catch a glimpse of his cock. She’d seen bigger, but not much. Antonio barely noticed her stares as he helped her disrobe.

“There’ll be time for that later. You must get undressed. Your on in only a few minutes.”

Her head was spinning, as if she’d had too much to drink, yet she was totally sober. The crowd of women helped Antonio finish getting her undressed just as Brutus made his appearance. They helped her up on the big bull elephant and slowly Brutus made his way into the center stage.

There was a bright light shining on Raylene, so bright she had to shade her eyes. Music was playing loudly and she could here the Ring Master calling out for the clowns to help with the next part of the show.

Again, there was much laughter and a chorus of cheers. This time the cheers were deeper, more guttural. Whistles and cat calls of more, more were abundant. As demetevler escort Raylene’s eyes adjusted to the bright lights, she noticed that she was being stared at by hundreds of men. Not a child was in sight, but many women were, all of them totally naked.

As Brutus went about his part of the act, Raylene noticed Antonio on his trapeze, flying through the air totally naked. His cock was erect and Raylene noticed a woman on another trapeze also naked.

Together they swung in unison, like pendulums slicing the air. The woman let go of her trapeze just as Antonio reached his pinnacle. He caught her naked body and held her tight while they both swung back and forth. She climbed onto his body and started sucking his cock while he started to lick her pussy. The audience below applauded wildly.

Raylene was entranced as she watched the spectacle above her head. She felt a rush to her loins and she knew that her pussy was wet. She slide off of the saddle when her part of the act was done and waited for Antonio to come back behind the curtain. She planned to run up to him, kiss him and press her naked body against his.

Before this could happen, the clowns took Raylene by the elbow and lead her back to the tent where they were before. Again, many of the characters of the circus were there. Still no one wore any clothes. Raylene was starting to feel a little self conscious when the Ring Master came bounding in and congratulated everyone on a great preformance.

The circus players all showed their enthusiasm by hugging and kissing each other. Raylene was looking for Antonio, when she was approached by the woman who was on the trapeze with him earlier.

“Antonio would like to see you.”

“Where is he?”

“Follow me. I think you’ll find this interesting.”

Raylene felt that same rush between her legs again. She knew that her juices were begging to flow down her thighs. The woman introduced herself as Wanda and said that she and Antonio had practiced together for several years as she lead Raylene to his tent.

Raylene wondered what that meant, but quickly forgot it when Wanda took Raylene by the hand and lead her into the tent where Antonio was lying on a bearskin rug. Raylene wasted no time as she sauntered over to Antonio and immediately started a passionate kiss. Hands groped and fondled until both of them were so caught up in the moment that neither realized the others that entered the tent.

Wanda had returned with other preformers from the circus and they all began to kiss, fondle and play with each other. There were cocks in hands, cocks in mouths, pussies on pussies, mouths on pussies and more. The scent of sex filled the room which only stirred the participants on more. No hand was empty no pussy untouched, no cock unstroked and no lack of grunts and moans.

Raylene and Antonio were joined by Wanda. Bill and Robin who were part of the troupe came over as well. Wanda took Antonio’s cock in her mouth as he had Raylene sit on his face. Raylene was enjoying the visual as well as the sensual aspect of the circus players. Bill stood before Raylene and Robin bent in front of him sucking and stroking his cock.

Raylene stared at Robin’s perfectly shaped ass, her toned and muscular thighs as she bobbed back and forth in front of her. Raylene found it hard to concentrate on anything as Antonio continued to lick and suck her clit.

Raylene began to grind herself against Antonio and then reached up to Robin and caressed her ass. Robin turned and smiled at Raylene and told her to smack her ass before returning to Bill’s cock.

Wanda had stopped sucking on Antonio and climbed on top of his enlarged member and began a rhythmic motion up and down. She reached around and took each of Raylene’s breasts in her hands and gently pulled on her nipples.

Raylene leaned back and kissed Wanda before returning to the ass that she started smacking. Wanda leaned close to Raylene’s ear and whispered,

“Harder. Robin likes it harder. The harder you smack her, the wetter she gets.”

Doing as told, Raylene reached back and smacked Robins ass hard. A soft moan came from Robin as she wiggled around more. Each smack left Raylene’s hand print and indeed made Robin wetter and wetter.

Bill removed his cock from Robin’s mouth saying,

“I want the new one to suck me til I cum.”

Raylene was lost in the lust of the moment, uncaring about anything but the pure pleasure she was giving and receiving. Bill stepped in front of her and slide his cock into Raylene’s mouth.

She attacked it with a hunger that she had never experienced before. Her mouth was warm and wet. She used her hand to stroke him as she sucked him, twisting and turning it to give him maximum pleasure.

Bill moaned out his orgasm as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot his cum all over her body.

Robin and Antonio were fucking in a doggy style while Robin had her face buried in Wanda’s pussy. Each pump from Antonio pushed Robin deeper and deeper into Wanda causing her to moan and gasp trying to catch her breath as she had her orgasm. Shortly afterwards, Antonio and Robin both came.

Raylene was the only one left who did not have an orgasm. They all stood and looked at Raylene. Antonio was the first to speak.

“You’ve not dissapointed us. Now we’ll make sure that you really enjoy your time in our circus.”

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Part 1

It had been a very pleasant dinner – until she kissed me at the end.

On the sidewalk, just before Adrienne got into the taxi, she pressed her luscious body into mine, giggled for a second deep in her throat, and then kissed my lips passionately. Her sweet wet tongue darted into my mouth and explored. After the initial shock, I kissed her back, drawing her to me, feeling her nipples hard under her silk shirt and flimsy bra.

As the evening light faded around us, our passion ignited rapidly. All I knew at that minute was the feel of Adrienne’s soft body in my arms, and the ache of my hardness pressing into her soft body. In the middle of downtown Washington DC, with cars whizzing by and people hurrying on their way around us, we kissed each other in the private bubble of the moment.

Except for the fact that her long-time boyfriend was standing right next to us, watching us with a smile on his face.

“I have to go, Alex, I … we’re late,” Adrienne said finally. “Are you ready, George?”

“I was ready to leave,” he replied with a grin. “But you seem to be ready for something else.”

“No, I … not today. We do have to go. But,” she paused while getting into the cab, looking back at me with her thousand-watt smile, “We’ll see you in a month, Alex?”

“I’ll be counting the moments,” I murmured as the cab zoomed away.

As I walked away, I thought about our dinner, as well as the promising end to it. I had enjoyed the dinner very much. The restaurant was exceptional, and we had a table in the corner of an airy patio where we still had some privacy. This was our first meeting, after I had seen a brief ad by them on the internet and had responded – and it had been agreed that all that was on the menu, besides the chateaubriand and the good champagne, was finding out more about one another.

And I liked what I found out about them – and it was clear that it was mutual. As our conversation ranged from politics, to literature, to light flirting, I discovered that Adrienne was an amazing woman with a learned, yet deliciously perverted, mind and a ravenous body. Her man, George, was urbane, sophisticated, but equally inventive in his desires. Both were highly successful in their fields, each with a PhD, epicurean, hedonistic, and plain fun.

At one point, Adrienne looked at me over her glass of champagne, her eyes brightly mischievous, and said, “I wonder how it would be to have three PhDs in bed together – do you think we can discover something new?”

George and I joined in her laughter, and I felt a pleasant coil of anticipation curl in my belly. These two were people who I would have found charming company, both intellectually and socially, in other circumstances. Add to the fact that we were casually discussing joining each other in bed …

But nothing happened that evening beyond the flirting and the risqué conversation. Nothing, that is, except for that kiss that left me limp-kneed and hard, all at the same time!

Over the next few weeks, we started emailing each other about how exactly we would ravish and delight her – emails between George and myself, but read by Adrienne as well. She teasingly called it “boy talk” – and enjoyed it as a voyeur, listening into the plans that we made for her pleasures, and letting her own anticipation build over the weeks. In the emails, George essentially offered her to me, to have and to ravish, till the night did us part. George wrote to me that he would watch her read our emails at the computer, her pink tongue darting out between her lips, her hands firmly between her legs – and thanked me for the great sex that they were already having!

We began by discussing how she should be dressed for me – what were my preferences, my desires? Should she be naked and waiting for me, or clothed? Should she be only in her lingerie? If so, what color — tarty red, mysterious black, or virginal white? Should she shave her pussy for me, so that it was peachy soft and smooth for my licks and caresses?

And then, how should we begin? Should she put on a show of disrobing for me? Or, instead, would I rather want to disrobe his love in front of him? He also wrote to me what she liked done to her – and what she would want to do to me … some of her experiences with him and with others, and their plans for the two of them with me …until we were all at the peak of anticipation.

Five weeks later, we met in their room at the Four Seasons. I had brought champagne, and we drank the chilled bubbles, she beside me, he in a chair facing us. Our conversation was relaxed, but I could sense her heat beside me.

Just once, I lifted her wrist and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist with my champagne-chilled lips. Adrienne hummed in appreciation, and George chuckled. “She’s hot for you, Alex,” he said.

“Yes, I am, Alex … very hot,” she whispered, “And hot for you, too, baby.” She stood up at went over to George and planted a soft kiss on his lips. I was aroused – and amazed, at how comfortable beşevler escort they were in their love for each other, and in expressing their desires.

Then she walked back to me, and stood before me, legs slightly parted, hands on her hips. She was wearing sexy business attire – silk blouse, short formal skirt, stockings, and heels. The silk was draping sensuously over her bra-less, firm breasts, and even in the relative heat of the summer day, her nipples were evident and hard against the soft, shiny material. Her legs were lovely below the skirt – long, perfectly shaped, perfectly turned in the heels. Her blonde hair shone in the diffused light in the room, and her elusive scent drifted its way into my nostrils.

“Now, Alex – would you like to take off my clothes?”

I didn’t waste too much time in admiring from a distance. I closed the gap between us until I could feel the heat from her, and then gently pulled her to me, feeling the hard nubbins of her nipples poking me though our shirts. She moaned deep in her throat as she finally felt my body all along hers – a low growl that excited me.

Possessively, I ran my hands firmly down her silky back, to cup her butt – feeling the hot softness beneath her clothes. With one hand still softly kneading her ass, my other hand went down along her leg, and slowly lifted her skirt so that her beautiful ass was exposed – to George, watching, and to me, in the mirror behind. Her tight, white ass was barely bisected by the lacy strap of her thong disappearing between her cheeks, and the curves went down to her stocking tops in a rich, smooth expanse.

Fully dressed, yet so exposed, she stood pressed into my warm embrace, feeling my hands caress the buttery-soft skin of her ass. She parted her legs involuntarily, to allow greater access – but I wanted to wait. Finally, still with my hands there, I grazed her lips with mine, and nibbled at her full lower lip. She moaned my name and threw her arms around me, grinding herself into me.

But that was too quick for me, and for George. I met his eyes, as he was sitting on the sofa. His eyes were alive with lust, and his hands were at his lap, playing with an obvious bulge there.

He smiled encouragingly at me, and said, “Take her skirt off, Alex.”

That was easy – a snap, a zip, and it was pooled around her feet. She stood, blushing a bit, before the two sets of admiring male eyes. On her own accord, her hands reached for the buttons of her blouse.

“Wait,” I said sharply.

She stopped. I looked at George, and said, “Would you like to help me?”

He didn’t need to be asked again. Seeing him approach, I bent down, my hands still firmly on her behind, and slowly kissed my way down from her lips, to her neck, to her right breast – through the silk shirt. Wetting the material, teasing her nipple through the wet and sensuous fabric. I saw that George had begun doing the same thing on her left.

She arched and shuddered as she felt the administration of her two lovers at her breasts – a blond head and a dark one, tending to her in two very similar yet different ways.

George was more impatient than I was – he straightened up, and quickly unbuttoned her blouse so that her breasts were uncovered. Her nipples were dark red and hard as they stood out against her small, but very firm breasts. Together, we tasted the bare nipples again. She was delicious – taut and elastic.

“Oh, yes, suck them!” she moaned, as her hands grasped both our heads and pulled them to her breasts, like suckling twins. At the same time, with my hands still on her butt, I was feeling her hips beginning to grind on their own, as she had begun to gasp with the excitement.

“Take your shirt off,” she ground out to me.

George and I stood back, and she shrugged off her own shirt. Then, naked except for tiny white lacy thongs, stockings and heels, she tore at my shirt, popping a few buttons to get it off quickly. Then she ravenously attacked my bare chest – moving from tiny nipple to nipple, biting, licking, flicking, while rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. I was intensely aroused, but determined to stretch this out.

George had, on his own, stepped out of his shirt and pants. His cock was clearly poking out his underwear, and he watched us, stroking himself a bit. As he saw his lover reaching for my belt, he growled, “Do you want him, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yes, I do, I do,” she replied, flushed and breathing hard.

“Then show us – both of us – how much you want him.”

At this, a sweetly evil smile lit up Adrienne’s face.

“Mmmm, I’d love to,” she said, and walked up to a high table at the wall. Then she leaned over it, displaying her taut, perfect ass to us. My breathing quickened – I do so love a beautiful ass. And hers was close to perfect – smooth, unblemished white skin, fully rounded and tight, the strap of her thong barely hiding the pink between her cheeks.

But then, my breath büyükesat escort became even more rapid as I saw what she was doing.

Bent over, she reached behind her and slowly, sensuously, moved aside the scrap of thong separating her globes. As she did so in her bent-over position, she slowly exposed her lovely pink asshole, and below it, her glisteningly wet, smooth-shaven pussy. With the tips of her fingers, she traced the length of her pussy, and then lifted up her finger, gleaming with her juices. Sensuously, she sucked her finger, licking up her own sweet fluid. Again, she did the same. Again. The more she touched herself, the deeper she rubbed.

I was enthralled at the vision, my cock painfully hard in my tight jeans. I glanced over to George, and his face was red as he fondled his thick tool – the undies had long gone. Adrienne, on her part, had seemingly forgotten us. She had moved from just her pussy to playing with her tight asshole with her now well-lubricated fingers, and had begun moaning in accelerating rhythm.

I could stand it no longer. In a couple of strides, I had crossed to where she was, and kneeled down before her beautiful backside. Moving her hands gently aside, I inhaled the sweet perfume of her arousal, moved my hands around to the front of her drenched pussy, and plunged my tongue deep into her core.

At the touch of the tongue deep in her, she came – bucking her ass in my face, screaming her pleasure, “Oh yes, oh yes, ohhhh yesss!” (I found out over time that she was extremely vocal–one of the things I enjoy about her).

I struggled to keep up – my fingers at her clit, my tongue flicking from her drenched pussy lips to her tight, clenching asshole. The orgasm rolled on and on, until she gave a final shudder, relaxed, and pushed me away from what had clearly become a very sensitive part of her.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said with a smile. Turning to George, she asked, “Would you like to see me suck him?”

George came over to her and gave her a long, lingering kiss on her mouth. “Yes, baby, I would love to see you take him deep in your throat,” he replied.

Adrienne came over to me, and kissed me deeply, much as her own lover had just kissed her. Then she led me to the bed and gently pushed me onto my back. Efficiently, she pulled off my shoes and socks, and then, opening my belt, she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. Next went my underwear, without ado or fuss. She was single-mindedly seeking my cock.

As she pulled down my briefs, it sprang up in all its hard, dark, veined glory. “Beautiful,” she whispered, and then went down on it in a smooth stroke, before choking a bit and coming up for air. It was, for me, an intensely erotic sight as well as feeling – seeing this beautiful blonde look me in the eyes, the root of my brown cock protruding lewdly from her pink lips.

The next time, she was able to take its entire length deep into her throat (one of her many amazing skills), for a moment before the gag reflex set in. As she did so, her lover stood beside her, feeling her neck, clearly enjoying how amazingly it was filled with my cock.

Then she began sucking me in earnest, while feeling and caressing George’s rock-hard cock as he stood beside her. I scooted up on the bed, and she followed, astonishingly never letting go of my cock in her mouth. George climbed up in bed beside us, caressing her breasts and face as she sucked me. Intensely excited, I was close to coming, so I lifted her by her hair away from my cock. The engorged penis sprung from her lips with a “pop”, and stood darkly glistening with her saliva before her.

“Nooooo,” she wailed, but I laughingly told her that I was about to come, and that I wanted to wait.

“But I want to taste you,” she said, and then smiled devilishly again. Holding onto my cock with her hands now, she started licking my balls, swirling her tongue around, popping a ball in her mouth to suck it gently, until I was a morass of pleasurable sensations. She didn’t stop there, but went lower, swirling her tongue down my perineum to my asshole. I surrendered to the sensation of her expertly rimming me, much as I had done to her a little while ago.

“My turn,” said George, who had been waiting patiently.

“Yes, my poor sweetie,” she answered with a smile.

Then, not relinquishing her hold on my cock, which she kept on pumping gently, she swallowed George’s shorter but very thick cock. As I watched her go down on him, I realized that she did this with intense concentration, as if sucking the cock in was her only goal in life – which, of course, it was at that moment.

I disengaged my cock from her hands, and moved down the bed. Her lovely ass was in the air, and as I went lower, I saw that her pussy was not unattended.

As she sucked George’s cock, she was deliciously, determinedly, frigging herself. Two fingers were pistoning in and out of her soaked, shaved pussy as çankaya escort her hips undulated in rhythm. I wormed myself down below her so that my mouth was at her pussy. Her fingers stopped in anticipation, but I gently began moving them again.

She understood, and resumed fucking herself an inch away from the eyes of this stranger. I stuck out my tongue, and gently licked her clit.

She jumped sharply, and moaned, “Ohhh yes!!!” Her fingers sped up even more.

We continued like that for a few minutes – her mouth filled with her old lover’s cock, while her new lover licked and sucked at her clit as she pumped herself.

Then I heard George’s groans, and realized that he was about to come. I wriggled out from under her, and watched as, her eyes bright, she brought him to the edge. Then, her hands curled around his fat cock, she jerked him quickly with one hand – until white clouds of sperm flew out to hit her face, her chest and the bed.

“Yummmy,” she purred, and licked the cum off her face.

Then she turned and gave me a dazzling smile.

“Soon, baby,” I promised her. “But now, finish what you had started, hmmmm?”

She frowned, but then, after a moment, grinned to herself and lay down again, her fingers under her as before, her ass in the air. Soon, I saw her fingers change their rhythm. As she did so, her movements began to get more erratic, and I knew she was about to come. I heard her screams mount, and watched her fuck herself to the edge of coming. Just then, I lifted my hand and delivered a sharp slap to her tight bottom. That sent her over the edge, in a screaming orgasm, as my mouth began to become drenched with her juices. I spanked her butt again and again, and each slap triggered off a fresh spasm, until she collapsed on to the bed.

Her bottom was red, and I could see the faint red marks of my fingers rising against her fair skin.

“Now fuck me, Alex!!” she begged – and I could wait no longer. I plunged my cock into her waiting wetness.

It was so tight. It clutched me and clenched me with its wet fire. At the same time, I plunged in my thumb into her tight, lubricated ass, so that she was filled up tight fore and aft, and I was enjoying the incredible sight of my cock plunging out of her shaved pussy below her reddened ass.

I plunged in hard and fast, and soon she was whimpering, then screaming, and coming again.

George moved over to squat above her face, his flaccid cock slowly stiffening as he intensely watched his lover getting screwed. Adrienne reached out and grabbed his cock again, and stuffed it into her mouth.

George groaned, and I did as well. The sight of this gorgeous woman laid out under us, filled simultaneously with both our cocks combined with the tightness of her wet pussy to bring me close to the edge of orgasm.

“I’m going to come, Adrienne,” I gasped.

“No, not yet – in my mouth,” she gasped in return. Quickly, she let go of George and scrambled up. My cock popped reluctantly from her pussy, but she quickly replaced her pussy with her warm and wet mouth.

I came.

Explosively, blindingly, spurting my cum into her mouth – and then, as she gagged a bit and let my cock slip out, over her neck and chest. White rivulets of semen dripped down her chin and smiling mouth as I finally finished and collapsed next to her.

She purred a bit and then lingeringly rubbed the fluid into her breasts, playing with her boobs and teasing her nipples. Adrienne had an amazing capacity for pleasure, and she had no embarrassment about demanding it from her lovers, or for giving it to herself.

“It’s very good for the skin,” she said, a gurgle of laughter emerging deep from her throat. “Isn’t it, sweetie?” she continued, turning to George, lying on the other side of her.

“That’s what you keep telling me, but I think that’s just an excuse – you just get off on men coming all over you,” George smiled back – and then kissed her, oblivious of the fact that another man’s sperm was drying on her face.

“Mmmm, maybe,” Adrienne purred again, and kissed him back, her body turning away from mine and snuggling deep into him. For a minute, it was as if I did not exist – the two of them were locked in a deep embrace, kissing slowly and lovingly, George’s hands caressing her back as she pressed herself to him.

And then she broke out of the embrace for a moment, took my hand, and put it on her bottom. Understanding her invitation, if a trifle confused, I gently caressed her soft butt, massaging the globes and then running my fingers up and down her ass and lower back. Contentedly, she wriggled a bit under my ministrations, and then went back to kissing George.

For the next hour or so, after we had each cleaned up a bit, we all basked in the afterglow of the fantastic sex, chatting pleasantly and desultorily. Adrienne lay on the large bed between the two of us. Her sparkling wit was still very much in evidence, and she turned from one of us to the other as she spoke, sitting up in excitement if she felt particularly strongly about something, and then lying back down between us as she relaxed.

Occasionally, she exchanged little kisses with both of us, though her kisses with George sometimes lasted longer. And she ran her hands along both our bodies, caressing, sometimes massaging, and sometimes scratching gently.

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Jeff kept smiling to himself. His arm had a couple of bruises where he had pinched it. He tried to show the two girls he was cool with the idea of sharing their lives, and that he could handle it. ‘Just see where it goes’ Sandra had told him. This had been Sandra’s idea and Louise, the younger of the two, went along with it. So far it had gone very well, for him, and they looked happy enough. It was going so damn well, he was on a constant high, trying to calm down.

Every time he looked at them he wanted to punch the air and shout out loud. He was thirty-two and kept slim from working out, though he didn’t consider himself a muscular hunk. Sandra was mature for her age at twenty-two yet her youthfulness often showed. So how had it happened that he was getting to know two attractive young blondes?

Jeff had never been attracted to beautiful women, thinking they were vain and selfish, yet Sandra had surprised him. She looked like a dumb blonde though she turned out to be witty, intelligent and clearly knew what she wanted out of life.

At the moment it seemed he was the one she wanted.

Louise was almost identical to her in looks – an attractive, big busted blonde. Why she had been included into their relationship was still a mystery to him. Was he complaining, – No! It worried him that it could all go badly wrong; meanwhile he was enjoying himself.

Sandra was feeling pleased with herself. She had been right about Jeff, he was a nice considerate man, unlike the two selfish boyfriends they had some time ago. He was twice the man they were, and thinking that had given her the idea. The two women had talked about how difficult it was to meet a nice considerate guy, only to end up sharing a bottle of wine during another boring night in.

When she mentioned sharing him, Louise was rightly doubtful, saying it couldn’t possibly work. There was a glint in her eye that betrayed her, though. Sandra remembered her friend watching them make love that first night and how visibly aroused she had been. Sandra could see Louise considering it. So how was she to convince her to give it a try? There were so many pitfalls that could spoil things, not only the beginning of her relationship with Jeff, but the long time relationship with Louise, too.

When she had teased Jeff this morning, Louise played along, though neither expected anything to happen. Sandra encouraged them both until he started tickling their feet and crawled into the bottom of the bed. He hadn’t blatantly tried it on with either of them, just played around, tickling and teasing them.

The teasing progressed, with Louise becoming so turned on she couldn’t refuse him. Like her, Louise hadn’t had a man in a long time, so maybe that explained it. Sandra didn’t have to push him onto her, as he too was carried away in the heat of the moment.

She had to admit it was exciting watching them. Her man was taking her and her friend too! It turned her on so much, she unexpectedly loved it. Only then did she really know it could work. After their love making session, Louise was convinced too, so they discussed it and set some rules.

***

“Are you sure you want to come shopping with us?” Sandra asked, with a light tinkling laugh.

“I want to get to know you both. What you eat, what makes you laugh, everything. Well, maybe not everything,” he smiled. Jeff didn’t want them to think he was obsessive. He was a business analyst, so he was halfway there already. This was his chance to start living life to the full again, with these two young women knocking the stuffiness out of him.

“OK! You’re on!” Sandra stated, thinking this wouldn’t last long. Men shopping! What next, picking the right clothes to go out in? It didn’t matter if they were fathers or boyfriends, they always came up with the same excuse – they were comfortable.

“First, I need to stop off and get changed,” he told them.

Sandra and Louise couldn’t wait to see his apartment. It was a loft in an old brick warehouse, in a trendy part of town. He was aware of their scrutiny, with eyes wandering all over the lounge as though painting every inch.

“Take a look around. Records and DVD’s over there, bathrooms there and there, my room, two spare rooms through there,” he said, with arms wind-milling like a stewardess demonstrating the safety routine. They were both too busy to notice his attempt at humor.

As soon as he went into the bathroom they started the search. Nothing was said, they just got down to scrutinizing the place for evidence, like a well honed forensic team. Emerging from a bathroom, Louise looked at her friend with a nod and a quizzical look. Sandra nodded back with a smile on her face. Obviously a woman hadn’t been in the apartment for some time.

He wasn’t fussy about storing his music or films, didn’t cook much and didn’t have any infectious ailments. At least there were no ointments or pills in the bathroom. The two young women sidled into his bedroom.

“Nice,” they said, in unison.

“I’ve ankara olgun escort not decided yet!” he complained. As a joke he pulled out a Hawaiian shirt. “What do you think?” he asked, looking seriously at it.

“We had better dress you,” Sandra simply stated.

Louise laughed, though she was the first to his wardrobe, so she had taken it seriously. Sandra went through the drawers, while he stood there looking from one to the other.

“I thought I was the dominant one in the bedroom,” he proffered. They were concentrating so much, he thought it was just a throwaway statement.

“You are, you are the master, of course,” Sandra answered him.

He knew that was a sop to keep him quiet. “So, you two are going to do as you are told,” he stated, though it came out as a question.

“Of course we are, you’re our man aren’t you?” Sandra replied, still taking no notice of him.

They laid out two sets of clothes on the bed and stood back expecting him to decide and get dressed. Noticing the underwear, he felt embarrassed in just a towel, for they were staring at him, waiting. “Well?” he asked.

“We’ve seen all you’ve got, so don’t be shy,” Sandra said. She arched her eyebrow, meaning to challenge him.

“I meant, I’m the boss in the bedroom,” he said, with a mock stern voice.

Louise giggled. She was watching him closely, with eyes darting down to his crotch, becoming aware of what she was doing, so looking away again, repeating the process again and again.

“OK. The boss wants a hug,” he demanded. To his surprise they grabbed hold of him, pressing their bodies tight up against him. Sandra pressed her belly against his hard cock with Louise pressing against his bottom. Their arms were entwined around his body, both of them breathing as heavily as he was. Damn! They were as aroused as he was!

Somehow they managed to shuffle toward the bed, without breaking off touching and fondling each other, to fall in a heap onto it. The two young blondes held onto him as he tried to get free. He wanted to touch them, of course.

“No! It’s our turn,” Sandra scolded him, breathing heavily over him.

Jeff stopped struggling, catching onto her meaning straight away. Louise fell to his side, not understanding.

“Kiss him,” Sandra ordered her friend. She worked her way down his body with hot kisses, more light and breathy than substantial. The towel was lost somewhere on the floor.

Jeff lay there feeling Sandra’s hot breath on his belly, inches from his throbbing cock. He watched Louise leaning over him with hooded eyes from a growing passion. She was watching her friend. Her pouting full lips were close to his and though he wanted to reach up to kiss them, he instead was too fascinated watching her face change. The enthralling expression of lust was growing, turning to a deep intensity.

He felt Sandra’s cheek nudge his cock, as she licked and kissed his belly. She flicked her tongue over the bulb of his cock, making it jerk in response. It seemed to enthrall Louise, exciting her all the more. He felt Sandra suck on the end of his cock. Louise couldn’t take it any longer. She plunged her lips onto his mouth, sucking his tongue into her mouth. She was desperately working his tongue, as though it were a penis, penetrating her.

He was aware that the two young women were satisfying themselves on his body, with their hands grabbing him, stroking him. Sandra was in control, sucking his cock, slowly drawing it in. He wanted to shove at her face with his hips, but instead, he lay there unable to move, letting them make use of his body. Somehow he didn’t orgasm there and then.

Sandra let go of him with her mouth, still gripping his cock with a hand tightly wrapped around its base. She pulled on her friend’s arm. “Your turn,” she said. Louise was carried away in lust so she had to be guided to his cock. “Grip it here,” Sandra told her.

Louise’s eyes opened wide on seeing his cock so close to her open mouth. She looked at her friend as though asking for permission then sucked on it with big wet lips. She hadn’t ever wanted to do this before, though now, she was so carried away, she dove on it, choking herself when it hit the back of her throat.

“Grip it hard, hold him back,” Sandra warned her.

A small thought wended its way through his mind, that it was fright that held him off from a tremendous orgasm. Two gorgeous women were using his body, taking turns on sucking him, how else was it possible he hadn’t cum already? The fear of letting them down kept him objective, thinking, rather than letting go.

Sandra kissed him lightly on the lips. He absorbed the smile on her face, seeing it as pleasure, rather than the lust her friend was caught up in. He was aware of the inexpert sucking Louise was giving his rock hard cock, compared to Sandra’s steady light touch. Nevertheless, it was terrifically satisfying. Had he died and gone to heaven ankara ucuz escort it couldn’t get any better than this.

“What is she doing to you? Tell me,” Sandra demanded.

He opened his mouth finding he couldn’t speak, so maybe he wasn’t in control after all.

“Tell me,” she breathed lightly in his ear.

“She’s sucking my cock,” he managed to whisper.

“Who is?” she asked.

“Louise, she’s sucking on my cock,” he groaned. “Your best friend is sucking my cock,” he relented.

“Is she doing a god job?” she teased.

“Not as good as you. She’s slobbering all over it, licking up its length,” he moaned, on feeling Louise again sucking it into her mouth. Sandra was still breathing into his ear, with a fingernail tracing his face, stroking him, occasionally kissing his nipples.

“She’s playing with my balls,” he moaned out loud.

When he moaned a different tune, on an inward breath, she had to have him tell her. “What is she doing to you now?” she asked with a husky breath.

“She’s running a fingernail around my asshole,” he managed to whisper back.

Sandra licked his nipples and sucked on them. Pleased to hear him groaning and squirming under her. She locked her legs around one of his, rubbing herself against him.

“What else is she doing to you,” she asked, now breathing as heavily as him.

“She’s holding it tight,” he murmured. “I can’t cum, I want to, don’t want to,” he said in confusion.

“Not yet, my lovely man, save it. Save your lovely cum for me,” she told him.

At last he realized what she was doing to him. She was getting him to hold back, to make the delicious sensations last. It was frustrating, yet he did want the feeling of being on top of the world to last.

Sandra glanced down to her friend, seeing her playing with herself in frustration. She was still dressed, but she found a way into her panties, fingering her pussy rapidly. With a sigh Sandra realized Louise’s need was greater than her own.

“Stop now, get up,” she told Louise. Guiding her to a sitting position, on top of Jeff, her friend needed little encouragement.

Louise almost ripped the crotch of her panties in her haste. She moved on top of his cock, rubbed it over her wet lips, and pushed.

“Go for it, lovely man. Fuck Louise hard,” Sandra whispered, in his ear. She watched him thrust hard with his hips lifting off the bed. He was now released from the spell she had weaved over him. She kissed his lips with a tongue exploring his mouth, wrapping it around and around his tongue.

Jeff breathed rapidly around Sandra’s tongue, sucking in air as he pushed upward, with strong hips and legs. His heels dug into the bed lifting Louise’s whole body up, thrusting heavily, to penetrate her body deeply.

Louise couldn’t move any more, she flopped around like a rag doll riding a wild pony.

“Harder, Jeff! Fuck her hard, fuck her deep, do it Jeff,” Sandra encouraged him.

Louise shrieked out, hissing disconnected words. “I’m there! Yes! I’m cumming! Thank you! Oh! Thank you!” she yelped.

Sandra marveled at her politeness. It seemed so incongruous to her. She never became so carried away, neither did she speak during an orgasm. At least she didn’t think so.

“Now, Jeff! Shoot loads of your lovely cum into Louise. She needs it. Fill her up with cum,” she laughed in delight.

Jeff heard her as though it were from a far distance, as he too felt a deep orgasm. His heels drummed on the bed silently. His body stilled, feeling every drop of spurting fluid pass through the end of his cock. It felt as though it might go on forever, pumping away, spasm after spasm.

Sandra grabbed hold of Louise before she fell, letting her flop beside him, to snuggle close. She too snuggled up to him, watching his chest heave with deep breaths. She laid her head on his chest with a satisfied smile on her face, listening to his heart thumping hard.

“It’s my turn tonight,” she whispered, knowing they hadn’t heard a word.

***

The three of them showered, purposely keeping a clear distance so as to get the job done without the distraction naked bodies would cause. As his clothes had been knocked onto the floor and the girls hadn’t undressed before bouncing on the bed, they all looked a bit disheveled leaving the apartment.

First, they stopped off for lunch. Fortified and feeling good, they entered a department store. “The men’s department first,” Sandra declared.

Shrugging his shoulders he gave way, as he had earlier to their passion. They fussed over him, while the assistant went back and forth, trying to keep up with their demands. The woman was keen to help for she was on commission. Jeff noticed her eyeing the three of them, trying to work out what their relationship was.

Sandra wanted him in a suit and Louise wanted him in casual wear, so they bought both. With extras to mix and match, they explained ankara yabancı escort to him. Wearing new shoes he had to parade up and down, while they watched with animated smiles on their faces. They selected what he was to wear now and finally he was allowed to pay, marking an end to the ordeal.

“Do I get to choose your clothes then?” he asked.

“No way,” they chorused.

He hadn’t thought so. They muttered with heads together on the way to the department and he wondered what they were up to.

“OK!” Sandra smiled. “When we’ve finished you can choose an outfit for us,” she smirked. “We probably won’t be able to wear it outside the apartment, but you can choose,” she said.

They both laughed that teasing, tinkling sound he had grown to like. So they expected him to select something awful or lewd or what, exactly? He figured he had plenty of time to think about it while they searched the racks of clothes, for this department was twice the size of the menswear section.

He was right. They seemed to be examining every article of clothing on every rack. He took a seat, probably there for this very reason. It wasn’t such a chore for they often called him over for an opinion, which he was too clever to answer. They came out of the changing cubicle on a regular basis to twirl a skirt or show off a blouse. They could show off a top so well he didn’t mind one bit.

Each of them took a turn wearing a too tight top, to tease him with their ample breasts. The top was obviously rejected afterwards. At least here they were left alone to get on with it, without an assistant slowing them down. He wanted to join them in the changing room but was told-off, with giggles of delight.

“That could be one of my choices,” he grinned. Louise was wearing a top almost revealing her nipples. He was sure just a little adjustment could have them out on show.

She giggled at him while thrusting out her boobs. “Later,” she said, with an encouraging smile.

He was getting an idea as to what he was supposed to be selecting for them, as Sandra was obviously behind the naughty teasing. Even without these distractions it was a pleasure to watch them emerge from the changing room, showing off such a voluptuous shape.

A woman emerged from the changing room giving him a serious scowl. It was touch and go whether she called security for a moment, until they came out to show off their latest discoveries. She had probably thought he was hanging around leering at the women. A knowing look crossed her face and she even smiled at him. Poor guy, she evidently thought, on realizing why he was so excited.

He fought with them to gain the privilege of paying, but lost the battle. The cashier looked at them with an impatient look while they argued and jousted with credit cards drawn. He at least knew they weren’t after him for his money, but then again, so what if they were.

He helped with the bags, hoping some of the stuff would have been his choice anyway. It was impossible to tell what looked good dangling from a hanger, yet they seemed to manage fine.

Half way to the exit he stopped. “Hey! I thought I was going to pick something!” he complained.

“You are, darling man, you are,” Sandra replied. They put a hand to his ass, holding a cheek each, guiding him out of the store.

“Where are we going? Not more shoes I hope!” he complained. Clip clopping on new heels that echoed through the mall, they carried right on into a store, with him following. Jeff’s eyes started to focus on the bright clothes, realizing they were flimsy pieces of silk meant to be underwear.

His first reaction was to look away. They pulled him in with arms wrapped through his. Now that he was looking he couldn’t look away. His eyes swiveled around for a moment until seeing an assistant weighing them up. He looked away in embarrassment.

“I’ve never dared go in here before,” Louise whispered, to Sandra.

“There’s nothing here obscene, although it depends on how you look at things, I guess,” she smiled at her friend, and winked broadly. “I guess we could choose for you, unless you want us to model them. You wouldn’t have to even nod, we’d know from your reaction,” Sandra teased.

Jeff had never dared to enter such a store, either. He decided to get a grip and show them he wasn’t going to be outmaneuvered again. He was their man and would make his own decisions. The assistant came over to them with a big smile. She was glamorous and confident, in her thirties like Jeff, which only made him more uncomfortable.

“My name is Margaret. What can I help you with today,” she asked, with a clipped accent directed at Sandra. She had dismissed Jeff as a useless male and Louise looked too young.

“It’s our lovely man here, he wants to buy us each something special,” Sandra said. She put a soft girly tone to her voice and giggled. Putting a hand to her mouth, acting coy and cute, was going way over the top. The woman had been looking at her, dismissing the other two, so she missed the look of surprise on their faces.

Jeff and Louise brought their near laughter under control before it broke out. Louise was used to Sandra’s games, when she wanted to shake someone up. She obviously didn’t like the woman’s snooty attitude. It was easy for Louise to follow the performance for she was close to sounding like a dumb blonde anyway.

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I sometimes wonder if he knows me as well as he believes he does. He has such a devious mind himself, and I am not use to sharing these kinds of thoughts with another. I am such an open book in so many ways; he may not realize just how deep, how dark my deviant side runs. As close as we are, it is still difficult for me be completely open in this area. It is a part of me that I am use to keeping very private. Much of it is still unexplored because of my uneasiness with this other side of my mind, these darker cravings.

Tonight, however, he will certainly get a glimpse into that part of my mind. We have a running joke between us “Turn about is fair play”, both of us being switches in play, it is the tease we use to remind the other that their turn will eventually come. Tonight will be his turn, though he doesn’t realize that yet. He has been smug all week on the phone regarding what he is planning to do to me, but his plans are about to be thwarted.

It’s my birthday, and he has agreed to take me out of the city for the weekend. I have been so looking forward to it, needing the break from the stress of work and room-mates. All along he has been teasing me about what might happen to me when we get alone in the cabin, wanting me to get all worked up, and develop a case of nerves over it. I’m not at all nervous. I’m not at all wondering and fretting, because you see, this is MY birthday….and I decided that I should get what I want.

As we drove toward the mountains, he continued to tease me occasionally, and I played along, pretending to try and guess what his plans are, asking questions, and begging for clues. He is completely unaware that I am simply leading him where I want him to go. It’s perfect.

Once we arrived at the cabin, chosen mainly for its privacy, we unloaded the car and began to think about dinner. He was talking about having me cook and serve him, or forcing me to eat only from his hand, laughing as I put the appropriate pouting expressions on my face. Finally I begged to be taken out to dinner, knowing he would agree. He didn’t really want to waste our time together by having me in the kitchen cooking, and I knew it.

I excused myself to freshen up before leaving, and while in the bathroom, made a quick phone call. I was ready to go now, and I only had to keep him away long enough for the others to set it all up. My real birthday surprise!

We went to a local Bar-b-que place and took our time, talking and laughing. There was a lot of innuendo and sexual teasing, which is very normal for the two of us. After we finished eating and had relaxed a bit, he pronounced himself ready to celebrate my birthday. I agreed that I was ready as well, and he said “are you sure you’re ready?” in that teasing tone of his. Oh yes, said I, I am past ready; I’ve been looking forward to this all week. We both laughed, but I laughed this time not out of a case of nerves for what he would do, but because I knew that this time, it would be his nerves on the line. I couldn’t wait to show him what I was capable of.

As we pulled up to the darkened cabin, he muttered that he thought he had left the porch light on. I shrugged my ulus escort shoulders, and stepped out of the car and into the dark. He said to wait there until he could get inside and put a light on, teasing me about wearing heels to the mountains and taking the risk of breaking my neck for the sake of fashion.

Just as his foot hit the bottom step, I screamed! He turned to see two figures holding me while I struggled, one clamping his hand over my mouth to prevent my screaming again. He came running toward me as they began to drag me away from the car, but before he could reach me, he was grabbed from behind.

He saw me being carried around the side of the building toward the old barn, just as the blindfold slid into place. A large hand covered his mouth and a deep voice told him to stop struggling, if he didn’t want to see me hurt. The two large men tied his hands behind him and gagged him, then removed the blindfold. They marched him toward the old barn as well, and I could only imagine what must be going through his mind. I know how strong his protective feelings are where I’m concerned.

As he was lead in; he could see me at the far end of the barn. I was tied to a post and gagged. They marched him in and the four men circled him. They were all over six feet tall and well muscled, the leader had hair as black as night, with eyes to match, even his skin was darker than most sun worshipers. Of the other three, one was very blonde, while the other two were of more average coloring.

He was told that they wouldn’t harm me, and that there was no need to worry about me, I would be released when it was over. It wasn’t me they wanted. They laughed as he looked around at their leering faces.

One of the men shoved him to his knees saying “How bout you show your girlfriend here how it’s done, give her a little lesson in cock sucking. You like your cock sucked right? I bet you shove your cock down her throat every chance you get, so lets see what you can do with one boy!” He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out, it wasn’t too long but it was fairly thick. I watched as the man removed the gag and began to brush his cock back and forth against D’s lips. D tried to turn his head away, but one of the men came over to me and ripped the front of my shirt open and began to twist my breasts painfully. “Don’t force us to involve her in this, she isn’t what we want, but we’ll use her to get you to cooperate if we need to” said another of the men.

D opened his mouth to speak, and the dark headed man shoved his cock in. He held the back of D’s head so that he couldn’t pull back and began pumping in and out of his mouth. As the others watched, they became more excited and started stroking the front of their jeans. Eventually all four had unzipped and were openly stroking their cocks, jeering at D, and wanting their turn. He was spun from man to man, being forced to suck each in turn, He was off balance as they pushed and pulled him between them, unable to use his hands, he swung against their legs as they used him.

After a while, one of them made a comment about getting D out of yenimahalle escort his clothes and making him a bit more available for use. The large dark headed man reached under D’s arms and lifted him up onto his feet. He said, we are going to untie you now, if you try to fight at all, I’ll put your lights out…understand? D nodded and the big man pulled a knife from his pocket and cut the rope. D’s hands and arms were so numb that he couldn’t have done much damage. He glanced over at me and the dark man noticed. He laughed and said “worried about what your woman thinks? I bet she is turned on as hell. Why don’t we go over and find out? “He brought D over to where I was bound, and two of the men held him there. The dark man unzipped my jeans and slid them down past my knees. “Reach between your girls legs and see if she’s wet”, he ordered D. As D did this, he looked into my eyes… and I winked and smiled back at him.

He drew in a shocked breath as it hit him that this whole thing was staged, and they dragged him away from me, laughing, while he sputtered unbelievingly. One if the men released me, while the others continued to hold D. Now, I said, my birthday celebration can really begin.

I had the men strip D while I watched. They pulled his shirt off and shoved him down on the floor. The blonde grabbed his shoes from his feet and one of the others unzipped him and pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees. They grabbed his pants by the ankles and literally shook him out of them while I laughed. He rolled over onto his hands and knees, but before he could get up, the dark man knelt behind him and held him there. I handed him some lube and the dark one stoked it onto his cock while pushing down on D’s back, shoving his face into the straw. You know your going to love this, he said.

The man pushed his cock against the opening of D’s ass hole and teased him with the head of it. He gently pressed against the opening, just enough for the head to slip inside, then held still for a moment. He motioned another man around to hold D’s wrists out in front of him. Now his ass was up and exposed, while his chest was almost flat on the floor of the barn. The dark one pushed in a bit deeper and a moan escaped D’s lips, he could not help but rock back a bit…greedy slut that he is. When he did this, the dark one laughed and said “: I was going to start gentle, but seeing how badly you want it…” as he shoved his cock in to the hilt.

The man fucked him until on the edge of orgasm and stopped, and then the next man took his place. They all had a turn at his ass, pushing him and positioning how they preferred. He was sweating and moaning, straw was stuck to his arms, back and legs. He was, in fact a mess.

With all this going on he had not noticed that I had been joined by a couple of friends. The ladies stood by me and we enjoyed the show together. At my signal, the blonde man flipped him over on his back and began to fuck him in an almost missionary position. Now he could see that I had company, and that he was the main attraction for the evening.

I informed him that since none of the men had cum yet, this could go on for hours. The only thing that would stop it would be for him to make each person there cum….starting with the ladies. At that, S, a cute and curvy brunette walked over and positioned her pussy above his mouth. He began to lick and suck at her, while the man continued to use his ass. She was obviously turned on by the visual directly in front of her, and began to grind her pussy into his face, fucking it without regard for him at all. Before long I could see her thighs start to tremble and her pace picked up as she let out a scream and pushed into his mouth. Immediately, C, a deceptively innocent looking blonde replaced her. She straddled his face, holding herself just above his mouth, and held her pussy lips open for him. She laughed and told him he would have to work for it. C said “I will hold myself just like this, and you will have to rise up to tongue my pussy.” She laughed as he struggled to reach her.

The man fucking him was on the edge of orgasm, and pulled out. D wrapped his arms around C’s thighs and pulled her pussy down onto his tongue as another man slid into his ass. He groaned and shuddered, and as he did C lost control.

All of this had me worked up to a white hot edge. I walked over and put my hand on the shoulder of the man currently impaling my partner and said “The women are taken care of, now the men”. The man resumed in earnest, pumping D’s ass for all he was worth. I watched his face contort as he shot his load inside my loves ass. Quickly the next man shoved inside him, as another shoved his cock into D’s mouth. As they rocked him back and forth between them I began to stoke D’s cock with my hand. He was moaning around the cock in his mouth and I could tell he was almost at his limit. As one man shuddered and sent his load into D’s ass, the other pulled his cock out to shoot his load all over D’s face.

Before he could react, he was flipped over and the dark man shoved deeply into him. He began to make sounds like he was struggling to handle it all, but he didn’t ask for it to stop. The man grabbed him by the hips and ground into him, fucking him hard and rough. As D began to get louder the man threw back his head and pushed in deep spewing his cum into D’s already soaked ass hole.

As he pulled out, D fell to one side and lay there panting. “Good thing that was the last one, I couldn’t have taken much more”. Really, I said, that’s too bad because you see…I haven’t cum yet, and until I do your not through. He kind of laughed and said “: I’ll take care of you later”. No, I informed him, you will take care of me now. As he lay on his back, I slid over him in a 69 position. He began licking my pussy as the others stood in a circle around us, watching, cheering him on. The circle parted and a very tall, very well hung black man entered. He stepped behind me and slid his hard cock into my wet pussy. D stopped and I looked down at him. One more, I said, as the man slid his cock inside my dripping pussy. D was licking the both of us, taking the cock into his mouth if it slipped out. It did not take me long to come, and when I did, I moved aside to watch the huge black cock shoot its wad all over D’s body.

My love was covered in cum; it was on his body, in his hair, on his face. He reeked of cum, even his breath. His ass was sore and dripping, straw and mud stuck to him, and he was the hottest thing I have ever seen.

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Henry unfolded the long yellow beach towel and fought the steady ocean breeze as he maneuvered his afternoon bed of cotton onto the full-length beach chair. Checking the position of the sun once again, he pulled his chair a few inches through the soft, brown sand, and then sat on the end of the plastic seat.

Collecting his thoughts, Henry surveyed his surroundings. A turquoise sea lay in front, palm trees giving intermittent shade from the July sun were overhead, and to his left and right, dozens of lounge chairs just like his own, were sprinkled along the beach.

Going to bed early the previous night proved to be a blessing for Henry. Rising early following a good night’s sleep afforded him first choice among the highly-prized chairs that would be sought by other eager sun worshipers later that morning. Removing his T-Shirt, Henry was eager to lie in his chair, read the Jonathan Kellerman paperback he had purchased in the Miami International Airport, and simply soak up the Dominican sun. Well, Henry was most eager to forget about his stressful job back in the States, even if it was for a few days.

Henry was the city news editor for a paper in the Midwest. He knew he would never become rich although he had interviewed his share of the famous. Of course, the job of interviewing and writing happened less and less, managing, directing and making tough budget and editorial decisions seemed to define his work week now. Those decisions and who did what to whom and where and sometimes why didn’t matter much to Henry at this very moment. Today he was in a new world, saying hello to the early morning sun, shaking hands with the staff of the Excellence Punta Cana Resort, who, at any minute would be by with cold drinks. This of course, was an added form of relaxation to his island vacation. Well, beautiful women in tiny bikinis, sunning themselves next to him never hurts, Henry thought.

Pulling a bottle of sun tan lotion from his beach bag, Henry went about putting the creamy lotion over his muscular body.

“Not bad for 42,” Henry muttered to himself as he settled back onto his towel. Sure, the job back home was stressful, but he found time to hit the gym in the morning before heading to the newspaper office. His hour workouts and jogs around the indoor track helped him face stressful days, as well as keep his 6 foot, 175 pond body in decent shape for a man in his early forties.

The warm sun and the steady crashing of waves created a soothing massage of warmth and sound to his body. It wasn’t long before Henry was asleep, his paperback in the sand beside his chair, a smile on his face.

An sıhhiye escort hour later Henry woke to the sound of voices and the movement of people finding chairs along the beach. Reaching into his bag, Henry found his sunglasses, helping his eyes adjust to the sun’s glare. Glasses in place, he reached behind the chair’s back, adjusting the angle needed to sit up for awhile.

“Mmmmmmm,” came from Henry’s lips as he noticed the curvaceous, sexy woman who sat in the beach chair not even 10 feet from his own beach retreat. She had turned her chair so that she was facing Henry, finding a way to be in the sun, but away from the direct path of the rays. As if she knew Henry was checking her out, the woman in the gold bikini looked up from her own book to give a glance in Henry’s direction.

“She’s looking back at me,” Henry said to himself. Is that a smile she’s sending me? No way, but stop staring, Henry thought as he broke eye contact and looked around for his book. Spotting it in the sand, he scooped it up and pretended to read Kellerman’s words found between the orange book cover. Sun glasses hiding the movement of his eyes, Henry stole glances above the paperback, hoping to gain a few lustful peeks.

Her legs were tan and tight, afternoon aerobic classes or daily jogs no doubt, Henry perceived. Her shoulder-length red hair was pulled back into a pony tail. The tops of her round, soft breasts that appeared to be begging for freedom from her bikini, seemed to tease Henry. He tugged at his swim trunks. The breasts of my fellow sun worshiper were not the only thing needing freedom, he noticed as he looked down on the growing rise in the swim suit he was wearing for the first time.

Henry pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, just enough to make eye to eye contact with the woman. She smiled. Henry returned the smile.

“This is going to get interesting,” Henry thought. “The first day of my vacation and I’m facing the hottest woman on the beach.”

“May I get you a drink?” said the Dominican server, startling Henry. With his mind clearly engaged in mental tag with the red head on the beach, Henry had not seen or heard the young waitress as she moved from chair to chair taking drink orders.

“Yes, please, a rum and coke,” Henry replied. The waitress nodded and walked over to the woman who had captured Henry’s attention.

“A drink for you today my friend?” the waitress asked as she knelt down near the lady in the gold bikini.

Thinking for a moment then looking over at Henry she said, “Yes, whatever he’s having.”

Taking tandoğan escort her own cue, the waitress looked over at Henry, who by now was watching the entire exchange. Smiling, the waitress gave a wink to Henry, returned her attention to the woman and said, “But of course. I will return shortly.”

Henry’s already warm face reddened slightly with embarrassment, as he wondered what that was all about and what was said. Just enough to let Henry know she was also aware of this game of cat and mouse, the woman smiled casually, adjusted the top to her bikini, and then buried her face in her paperback.

Waiting for his drink, Henry also went back to reading, but of course kept glancing up every few minutes to check out the scene before him.

It did not take long before Henry was sipping his drink, enjoying the buzz that comes with a strong drink on an empty stomach. He had promised himself to order pizza or a burger when the waiter made his rounds later that morning. It absolutely is paradise here he thought. I can lie on the beach, look at the waves crashing down, admire beautiful women and have people bring me food and drink all day.

After one long sip of his drink, he made a cursory look at his beach companions, making mental notes of the women who were alone, the women who were topless, and the couples who seemed to be on the prowl.

One beautiful woman in particular was worth admiring. Henry watched a brunette who had settled on a location about 6 or 7 feet behind the sexy redhead. Talk about depth of field he thought. With one glance I can admire both beauties at the same time and let my mind lustfully wander to places I know it should not go, Henry said to himself. Henry placed his book on the sand, continued drinking and lusting at the sites before him. Wow, first day of my vacation and I am well on my way to many a hard on, Henry confessed in his own mind.

About an hour later and 3 empty drink glasses in the sand and with the sun hot enough to roast a pig on an open pit, Henry decided it was time to cool down in the closest pool. As he was getting ready to head to the pool, a waitress stopped and asked if he needed another drink. “No thank you, I think I am going to the pool to cool off,” he said, knowing he said it loud enough for the redhead to hear. As he walked across the hot sand toward the pool, Henry hoped his high school-style hint had not fallen on deaf ears and his sun-tanning neighbor would join him in the cool waters of the resort pool.

Diving in, the water was refreshing and just what the newspaper tunalı escort guy needed to relax and wash away the sweat and of course the stress from his job back home. After doing a few laps and floating on his back, Henry swam to the shallow end of the pool so he could stand and take in his surroundings. A splash behind him caught his attention and as he turned around, his tanning neighbor with the red hair surfaced about 5 feet behind him.

“That’s just what I needed….for now,” the lady said to Henry.

“For now,” Henry asked?

“Well, I take my steps slowly, at least till I know it’s safe to go faster,” she said.

Not sure what she meant, Henry opted to change the subject and ask her name and where she was from.

“Julie from St. Louis,” she said, extending her hand to Henry. “And you?”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Julie from St. Louis. I’m Henry from Kansas City. It looks like we are Midwest neighbors, when did you get in?”

Julie went on to explain to Henry about her flight 2 days ago and how she had been so tired from her week at work, packing and dealing with last minute details, that she had stayed mostly in her room her first day on the island. Today was officially her first day of fun and sun and she was not planning on slowing down till the moment she boarded the plane for her flight home. Following the last comment, Julie eased by Henry and grabbed the ladder, pulling herself up and out of the pool, and then sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water, facing Henry. Henry took this entire scene in, grateful that he had remembered his manners and did not stare too long at Julie’s tanned legs and painted toenails, splashing in and out of the water. Staring also meant lusting and lusting also meant his cock would form a tent in his bathing suit, a scenario Henry was sure would not be appropriate at this moment.

After a few minutes of small talk, Julie turned to address the “hey sexy” comment that someone was yelling from across the pool at the pool bar. The brunette who had been sunbathing near Julie and Henry was trying to get Julie’s attention from the bar. That’s Angel, we met on the flight from St. Louis, Julie said to Henry as she got up and headed to meet her bikini-clad friend.

“Oh my, oh my,” Henry said with a smile. Julie looked at Henry as she made the international sign for do you want a drink, tipping her hand to her lips. Yes, Henry nodded, as he yelled rum and coke. A minute later, both women joined Henry by the pool and after the introductions were made, Angel asked Henry if he was on vacation just to read or did he hope to explore his wild side too.

“Reading is just a distraction until the fun begins,” Henry said coyly. Besides, I haven’t met anyone yet who would fit into the “wild” category.”

“You silly man,” Angel said with a mischievous grin. Looking at Julie, Angel winked at her new friend and said, “It’s time for shots.”

(To be continued)

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Alright this is my first attempt at a submission, so do be gentle to my fragile ego. Ok, here goes…

It’s 10:30pm and I am on bus number 160 through downtown Vancouver. As usual, I am dressed in black and sitting near the back with a book in my hand, looking quite unassuming. You scarcely even notice me as you walk toward me and stand next to my seat, gripping the handrail as the bus shudders along Hastings street. However, you DO notice my scandalously low-cut top, and the way my glossy red-lacquered nails drift across my chest, toying with the silver chain round my neck. You also notice that the attractive blond man seated next to me is stealing glances at my ample chest, watching it gently rise and fall with my breathing. I seem oblivious to the attention I am getting, so you nonchalantly gaze down my top, into the ivory-pale chasm of my cleavage. I slowly lick the tip of my finger and turn the page of my book, adding to the illusion that I am engrossed in my reading, which I am not. I am basking in the attention that you boys are lavishing upon me. A small triumphant smile curls the corners of my red lips as the blond man shifts uncomfortably in his seat, no doubt trying to find a comfortable position for his growing erection. Little does he know, I have just the position for him… and you as well. The thought brings a smile to my face as I glance up and notice that your cock is forming a very large tent in your pants. Without looking up at your face, I gently draw my hand across my tits and down my tummy, torturing you both as my hand creeps into my lap and I give you a very soft moan, knowing that you’re watching and DYING to jerk off as you stare at me.

Feeling your lecherous stares molesting my body, I start slowly pushing my miniskirt up around my hips, revealing a peek of a black lace thong ofise gelen escort and black thigh-high stockings. My fingers slowly, torturously creep up my pale, perfect thighs to pet my shaved pussy through my panties. I can feel the heat and wetness emanating from my core as I see your hands trembling, trying desperately to keep away from your rock-hard dick. I part my legs a little wider, giving you both a lovely view of my fingers petting my clit through my skimpy panties. I glance at the blond, who has begun to boldly rub his straining erection through his pants. I purr my appreciation and lick my lips, struck with a wonderfully sinful idea.

Suddenly, I look you in the eye and tell you to stroke your cock for me. Clearly stunned by my hedonistic demand, you look around at the few other people on the bus, nervous and blushing. Displeased by your hesitation, I pout disappointedly and start to tug the hem of my skirt back down. I turn my attention to the blond man, who is squeezing and groping his hard-on, his forehead gleaming with sweat. You make a small unhappy groaning sound as I stop my erotic show. I turn and smile teasingly up at you and I tell you that I’ll give you more when you start being a good boy and jerk off for me, right here, right now. You look sheepishly around, and, unable to control yourself, your hand goes to your zipper.

You pull down your zipper and ease your huge hard cock out of your pants. My pussy gets wetter as I stretch out across the seat, giving myself a good view of you, my red-faced new friend, as you stand there, slowly stroking your cock, right there, with everyone staring. I can also see the attractive blond guy next to me, who is staring at us with interest. He finally caves in to the temptation otele gelen escort and begins to grope my tits as I finger myself. You watch enviously as I purr under his strong hands. Eager to please me, you stroke your dick faster for my enjoyment. I encourage you with my soft moans, and by telling you how hot you look with your dick in your hand. I ask you if you want it sucked. You beg shamelessly to have your throbbing cock sucked, so I push the blond guy’s head towards it.

You both look shocked and reluctant, but I tell you both that I’ll make it worth it for you. You’re both so desperate to fuck me, that you’ll do anything to keep me hot and wet and happy. I slip two fingers into my aching hole and moan sweetly for you. The blond guy stares at my wet pussy for a moment and licks his lips, slowly taking your swollen cock-head into his mouth. You close your eyes and moan a little, blushing bright red and trying not to enjoy the way the blond man’s mouth feels on your dick.

I rub my wet clit and giggle, taunting you and moaning as I tell you how you love having this sexy young man’s mouth wrapped around your cock. I watch as the blond guy slowly takes more of your hot hard cock into his mouth, his hand furiously jerking his own thick cock. I moan and squirm in my seat, my pussy dripping as I enjoy being in total control of two hot, desperate men. Slowly, I see your hand come down to rest on the back of the blond guys head, pushing your dick deeper into his sucking mouth. You are both making growling, moaning sounds as you fuck his mouth, right there in front of a bus full of strangers. You reach out and rub my hot horny pussy, and the blond man deep-throats you as he strokes his own cock madly. I cry out as you finger-fuck my dripping sincan escort wet pussy and you moan that you’re going to cum. Everyone on the bus is staring in utter shock as I command you to cum in the blond man’s mouth. You roar in animal lust and drive your cock down his throat and fill that hot sucking mouth with your thick sticky cum. Instantly, I pull him off your cock and kiss him deeply, taking every drop of cum from him and swallowing hungrily. The blond yells in lust as he jerks off, his dick spurting hot cum all over the bus floor. Suddenly overtaken by your madness to fuck my tight wet pussy, you rip open the front of my dress, no longer able to control yourself and you ram your still-hard cock into my wet eager cunt. People are gasping in shock all around us, and I moan and whimper loudly. The blond pushes his cock toward my mouth and I smile up at him as I run my warm wet tongue up and down his throbbing cock. He sucks in a gasping breath as I stare into his eyes, stroking his hot dick with one hand as I suck his balls one at a time. You are grunting and moaning as you viciously slam your cock into my sweet cunt.

You lean forward and suck my big firm tits as you pound your hard cock in and out of my pussy. The blond grips my head tightly and starts fucking my slutty mouth. Both of you are growling in animal lust as you shove me full of cock. My pussy is getting tighter as I start to cum, thrusting up and down your cock, my juices flooding all over your balls. You start hammering me faster and faster, watching me eagerly sucking the blond guy’s dick.

Suddenly, the blond guy hollers at the top of his lungs and shoots hot jets of cum down my throat. You see this and it puts you over the edge. You growl and tell me that you’re going to shoot your cum all over me. You pull your cock out of my pussy and the blond gets down and starts tongue fucking my tight hole as you stand over me, jerking your cock hard and fast, ready to cum all over my firm tits. Just as you scream and splash gobs of hot cum all over my tits, the bus erupts in applause and the three of us kiss deeply and get off the bus together to go have some more fun…

The end (for now)

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“Jess, show him what we like, need, like Sue is, but Tom can’t see why,” Ann insisted.

Fuck! How did I get talked into this. Yeah, I wanted to rub my pussy – had been since I had spread my thighs and let him look at it – but I couldn’t do that! Sue was, however, her fingertips hidden in her hair. She moaned and looked at me and murmured:

“Forget he’s your brother, just do it. You know it feels good.”

They both wanted me to rub my pussy so that my brother could watch and learn where and how girls rubbed! They were right about where and how and that we did, but to show my brother?! He was fondling his balls again, his cock pointing straight at me. Ann murmured:

“I will too; I want to too, looking at that cock.”

She also began to rub in her hair, then said: “I’ll try to explain what we do.”

Tommy’s eyes were darting back and forth again, watching their fingers. His cock twitched. Fuck! I had to, too! To hell with worrying about his being my brother; we wanted him to learn about girls. I gave him a wry smile, but he wasn’t looking at me, and also began to rub with one finger. He then noticed the movement of my hand and stared at my finger rubbing over my clit, shifting it back and forth. He moaned, just glancing for an instant up at my face, then including me as his eyes darted around at three pussies that were being aroused. His cock was twitching. Sue’s eyes were glued to it, and she moaned. Apparently, Ann wasn’t yet so aroused. She murmured to him:

“See, we’re rubbing our clits, our clitoris. They’re a little like the head of your cock, very sensitive.”

He nodded, now only looking at mine, the only one he could really see. I didn’t have to look down to know that he could see what my finger was doing, nor to know that my pussy lips were letting him see a little between them. Did I moan? Probably. Sue certainly was. And Ann was. I must have been moaning. Oh, I know I was, when I saw his hand slide up and hold his cock.

What else could he – should he – have been doing, watching three girls masturbating, three naked girls, all of us also fondling a nipple?!

He wasn’t just holding his cock, sliding skin up and down on it. It wasn’t like that the couple of times I held one. I couldn’t do that, make a thin roll of skin slide up on the knob. I heard Sue moan, and gave her quick glance. She was watching that too. Of course, I realized, the other guys had been circumcised, then thinking that nature had wanted cocks to be like the one I was staring at so that I could have done that.

I was using more fingers, moaning. Sue’s were moving as fast as they could, back and forth, like mine were. She moaned louder and extended her legs, her feet under Ann’s knees, but not after Ann also stretched out her legs. Her fingers were moving up and down. Then she had both hands down between her thighs, fingers in her pussy. I also needed to extend my legs, crossing theirs. Then his longer legs joined ours, his feet next to my hips. We all chuckled slightly, rocking our knees once at this unexpected contact.

We girls were all watching his hand, moaning at what our fingers were doing. He was also moaning. I glanced up at his face. He was scowling, as though something were bothering him.

A few moments later, suddenly he grunted, and his cum shot out. The first big glob shot straight across and landed on my hand and the other ones landed on our legs.

Sue groaned, and her legs twitched and quivered, and her body jerked. I had never seen another girl have an orgasm, but I knew the signs. I wanted mine too, but I wasn’t that far along. Ann was closer to hers. She dropped back on the bed and let us see how her fingers were moving in her pussy, the more red than pink inner side of her pussy lips visible between her hairs.

I didn’t want to be last, doing all I could with my fingers. I knew the sheet was going to be wet, but slurping sounds Ann’s fingers were making suggested that her orgasm was going to be even wetter. Her hips were twitching up and down. I opened my eyes, seeing Tommy staring at me. His hand was now just gently riding up and down on his cock. I closed my eyes again. Sort of like a toddler, if I couldn’t see him, he wasn’t there, my brother, watching me about to give myself an orgasm.

I did, and then Ann did. Her hips had been bouncing on the mattress. Hers must have been very wet; when I opened my eyes again, she had her fingers in her mouth. I looked at Tommy. He was still holding his cock, looking at Ann, then at me and Sue with a wondering expression. Sue shrugged and remarked: “Girls taste good.”

Ann sat up. She snorted with a very wry expression, looking at Sue and me before she looked at Tommy. She snorted again with a wry smile, after a moment remarking:

“Yeah, we do. Didn’t know it was going to be like that. Kind of forgot you all.”

We all chuckled, nodding. Tommy then looked a little abashed and murmured:

“I didn’t want that to happen. Sorry.”

“Would have been funny, if you hadn’t,” Sue replied with a grin and rubbed kızılay escort a drop of his cum on her leg. Ann and I nodded with smiles and did the same. He then smirked and replied:

“Couldn’t help myself.”

“Hm-hmm! Sure looked like you were!” Ann countered.

We all had to laugh. He and I looked at each other, grinning with raised eyebrows. When we stopped laughing, Ann remarked, looking at him:

“Well, even if we didn’t expect it to by like that, now you know what girls do, what we like to do.”

“When a guy can’t help us, do it for us,” Sue enjoined with a grin. Then she snickered and added:

“And I wanted to do for you, but you already were.”

“Next time,” I muttered with a grin, only then realizing what I was suggesting: a “next time” this afternoon, or some other time, another day? He gave me a very quizzical look. Ann and Sue chuckled, then Sue remarked:

“I will. He won’t cum so soon now. Hm-hmm! Maybe not just with my hand.”

“Sue!” I admonished her.

“Why not, if she wants to,” Ann replied.

Tommy was totally flustered. His cock had wilted. It looked as though his hand was trying to hide it, as he glanced around at us. He took a breath and exhaled: “fu…”, then blushed.

Sue almost grinned with wide eyes. Ann murmured: “He didn’t say that.”

He wasn’t any less flustered, realizing that they both had made sense of what he had almost said. Sweet big sister, naked big sister, looking at her naked, not so little brother, who had shot his cum all over the place, I remarked:

“I don’t think he meant that, just a surprised expletive.”

He nodded with smile, and Ann and Sue did, although they couldn’t suppress chuckles. Then Sue glanced down at his half concealed cock and remarked: “Maybe something else.”

Tommy just shrugged with a smile. It didn’t look like he understood what I did from Sue’s remark, remembering our loose talk the previous week, that we girls had all sucked cocks. Had Sue said that she liked to do it as much as I did? If she did – I remembered the generous spurts of his orgasm – she was going to get a mouthful, even if he couldn’t cum that much again.

Why did I swill my tongue around in my mouth? Did I want him to cum in mine?! Ann saved me from dwelling on that question:

“We had planned for dessert after lunch, but somehow we didn’t get that far.”

“A lot further,” Sue enjoined with a grin.

Tommy smiled with nod, while I was thinking that I hadn’t expected that Sue would be so forward.

“Dessert?” Ann repeated. Her tone suddenly reminded me of a teacher’s trying to call a class back to order. It wasn’t working; Sue grinned and replied:

“If we can have that second bottle of wine with it.”

“Sue?! You want wine with vanilla ice cream?”

“If it has to be. I could forgo the ice cream. Hm-hm-hmm! Won’t say what vanilla ice cream lets me think of.”

Tommy snickered as immediately as Ann and I did. Sue nodded with her broadest grin, seeing that we had understood her implication. Tommy remarked:

“I think there was still some noodle salad. It was very good.”

Ann nodded. Sue smirked and remarked:

“Marathon runners like a meal of pasta.”

“The women too?” I asked, feeling that I should chime in.

“There’s more in the kitchen,” Ann remarked with a grin.

We all got off the bed and returned to the other room, then crowding in the small kitchen. I rather expected that Sue would somehow, somewhere, find an excuse to touch Tommy. She did, and he gave her a smile. His hand inadvertently also rubbed her hip. When Ann also brushed her hand over his ass, he seem a little surprised, but chuckled and then ventured to more than just rub hers, squeezing it – with a pleased response.

My big, little brother was rising to the occasion a lot better than I expected, his nice cock had too.!”

I crowded close behind him and fondled his ass. He chuckled and muttered: “You too?”

His hand then on my ass was almost more than I wanted. Just “almost,” I felt that I had to go to the bathroom. When I excused myself, the other then also felt the urge. We chuckled and trooped to the small bathroom. We were well passed any polite manners. I plumped down the toilet, just smirking as we all heard me pissing. Tommy’s knees began to move like I remembered they did

when he was a couple years out of diapers. Why hadn’t I recognized then that he wasn’t circumcised. I hadn’t seen another cock. Ann nodded and suggested: “Washbasin.”

He just nodded in thanks and turned to it. Sue did smirk slightly at Ann, who just shrugged. When I stood up, Sue smirked and handed me a washcloth. She really was expecting we would do more, she, at least! But why should I wash my pussy, if she wanted to? When I – and Tommy – saw that they both also wiped their pussies with the damp cloth, we exchanged glances and shrugs. I suddenly wondered if he had washed his cock.

We all chuckled again and returned maltepe escort to the kitchen. Ann got the bowl with the rest of the noodle salad , and Sue grabbed the bottle of wine with a triumphant grin. She poured, when we were back at our places. When she smiled and gave Tommy’s glass an extra dash, I wondered if she had planned that, since his glass then was only as full as ours.

We all smiled, smirked, drank, and ate. I didn’t think Sue had to move her fork in her mouth, trying to catch Tommy’s attention. It only worked the second time, He just smiled. It didn’t look like he had understood the implication that I recognized. Ann had too, winking at me.

Had they planned all this, I wondered. No, not that we all would masturbate together, but that had been good. But if it hadn’t been part of their plan, what else was? My washing my pussy couldn’t be, unless they wanted that to be an excuse for washing theirs – to do what?

I took a long drink, and they did, and we smiled at each around the table. When Ann immediately took another drink, we all did, then smiling again and nodding. We ate a couple of bites, then Sue raised her glass, first looking at Tommy and the at Ann and me, and we all drank again. This time we chuckled with our smiles. When we did that again, our glasses need to be topped up. Sue did. After we had taken the last bites of our salad, Tommy grinned and raised his glass, looking at Ann and Sue and then at me, and said:

“This is being a lot better birthday party than I expected.”

“For us too,” Ann responded, returning his grin as she raised her glass.

“Much better,” Sue agreed with a grin, more like a smirk, also raising her glass.

“For me too,” I enjoined, raising my glass, but also wiping my other arm over my aroused nipples.

“Not just yours,” Ann or Sue remarked, and we all drank again, not just sips. When Tommy glanced around with a grin, I did. Sue’s and Ann’s nipples were just as aroused as mine again were.

We looked at our almost empty glasses, swilling them around as we looked around the table at each other, smirking the second time around, our eyes meeting. I felt that my brother’s and my smirks at each other weren’t any different from those we had exchanged with Sue and Ann. Whatever they wanted to do with him was right by me, and if they wanted us to …, whatever? I had already shown him how I got myself off. If he wanted to do that for me, …? Or if he wanted me to for him …?

We all emptied our glasses, smirking and nodding again, as I continued my last thought: … do that for him, holding his cock, feeling how it felt to slide his skin up and down on his stiff cock, and then make it cum like that again! I must have moaned or something; the others were all looking at me! I blushed, hoping they couldn’t fathom my thoughts about holding my brother’s cock and making him cum.

Ann smiled and said:

“It looks, no, it feels like it…” she glanced down at her aroused nipples with a grin and started over: “I want to; I hope you all want to go back to bed.”

What was it like for guys to suck them, I suddenly wondered, hearing throaty chuckles from Sue and Tommy. I nodded with them, and we all chuckled and smirked. When we stood up, I wondered if the other girls were also looking to see his cock. It wasn’t erect but about as big as it would be if it were. Yeah, they must have also been looking; he smiled at them almost proudly, before he looked at me, still smiling but with a shrug. I nodded and also shrugged.

“I want to hold it,” Sue murmured so softly that it seemed she had unknowingly mouthed what she was thinking.

“I do too,” Ann replied, but not so softly.

“I said it first,” Sue answered, looking at his cock again. It had begun to stand out from his balls.

“Bed,” Ann said.

We all nodded and returned to it. Sue almost jumped on it, moving over and lying on her side, and told him to lie down, patting the bed next to her. He gave me a glance. I nodded with slight smirk and said:

“If they want to.”

“We do,” Sue confirmed, glancing up at Ann to include her.

She nodded with a smile, and he lay down, his cock flopping forward, almost resting on his belly. What was I going to do? Sue’s hand looked like it was about to reach out and grasp his cock, but it waited until Ann lay down next to him. Sue moaned, and then her fingers slid around it. I saw it surge and twitch up, as he moaned, raising his head to stare down his body and watch her hand sliding up and down on it. Sue hummed with a smile and looked up at his face and said: “I always wanted to hold one like yours; it’s just made for doing this.”

He nodded with a wry smile. Ann was watching Sue’s hand and nodded. Her thighs twitched together. Mine did too. I was still standing next to the bed. He glanced up at me and then let his head drop back on the pillow. Yes, brother, I thought, try to forget I’m here watching, especially try to forget that I’m aroused by watching mamak escort you lying between two naked girls who both want to hold your cock.

Ann’s hand was waiting to do something. It dropped down on his thigh. He started slightly. It slid up his thigh, and then her fingers gathered up his loose sack and fondled his balls. He moaned. Sue nodded with a soft chuckle, smiling over at Ann. She also nodded, but murmured: “Now I want to.”

Her hand slid up. Sue’s let Ann’s fingers replace hers around his cock. Ann hummed and experimented with moving the skin up and down, as Sue’s fingers then fondled his balls. That must feel so good, I thought, envisioning how it would feel to slide my hand so easily on the uneven surface of his stiff cock, all the way up, like Ann’s hand was doing, pushing that thin roll of skin up around the head of his cock – the lovely, now shiny purple-pink head of his cock. I wouldn’t want to do only that with it; I’d want to lick it, have it in my mouth, if I could hold it like that. Suck my brother’s cock?!

I couldn’t just stand there watching with twitching thighs. Fuck! My hand was already between my thighs. No, I wouldn’t do THAT with him, but damned near anything else! Good thing that he couldn’t see me. I glanced around and saw a chair and sat on it, resigned to just arousing myself again. What was the word, voyeur, someone who got it off watching others having sex, like in my fantasies, but they hadn’t included what I was watching – in the flesh. I was a voyeur and was wanting to get it off again. It would be just as arousing, if he weren’t my brother, even better; I wouldn’t have any compunctions about my envisioning doing with him what Sue and Ann were with him.

I watched them, arousing myself – pussy, nipples – and watched, breathing hard and moaning.

Sue’s hand then wanted to hold his cock, and Ann’s let it. This time, however, Ann’s fingers didn’t return to his balls but began lightly to fondle the shiny head of his cock. He moaned in aroused surprise, and I moaned. Didn’t she really want to suck it, lick it there, where one of her fingers was? She must also know how that aroused him. It did; he groaned and grabbed her hand. Sue’s hand stilled. Ann murmured:

“Don’t you want to?”

“Stupid question; can’t help but want to, if you do that,” he replied. I liked his so unabashed response, and Ann and Sue also seemed to, both chuckling. Sue replied:

“Then let us, let her.”

“In her hand, that way?”

“If she wants,” Sue answered, giving Ann a smirk, who nodded. Sue snickered and added:

“Or somewhere else. Hm-hmm! I bet she really wants to do that.”

Tommy raised his head with a startled expression, his eyes darting back and forth at them. Ann replied:

“Not before he does that to one of us.”

“You want me to …?!” he asked.

He didn’t wait for a reply, his head dropping back on the pillow, as he exclaimed softly:

“Oh fuck.”

“Not that – yet,” Ann replied with a chuckle. He shrugged on the bed, shaking his head in wonderment.

Apparently he knew about oral sex. What, how much, had friends of his told from their experience? We hadn’t known anything about it when we were his age; I hadn’t understood what “69” meant, just heard the expression and wondered about the snickers.

The head of his cock had lost its shininess, and my arousal had subsided. They both returned when Ann took his cock from Sue’s hand, and she began to fondle the head of his cock. Tommy moaned with a chuckle, accepting the inevitable.

I wanted to have my orgasm with him. Not like that, “with him”! I just wanted mine at the same time, didn’t want to be still trying to have mine, when he came in Sue’s palm. I had both hands down there, not the way I usually did when I wanted to enjoy it as long as possible, but now I was in hurry, needed everything my fingers could do on my clitoris and in my pussy.

He still came before I did. He grunted, and his hips rocked up. Sue and Ann groaned with twitching thighs. I remembered what Ann was feeling, his cum pulsing through the back of his cock. I could only imagine how felt for Sue, feeling it shooting in her hand, making her chuckle throatily. That did it for me; I came with very wet fingers in my pussy. Success!

He was still sighing and moaning. He couldn’t see that I was licking my fingers. Girls taste good, and I liked the way I did, like Ann had. Then I saw Sue lick her palm, and saw that Tommy also saw what she was doing. He gasped. She just grinned at him and licked again. If he didn’t know much about oral sex – hadn’t known much – he knew now that at least Sue did and wanted him to know it. Were we going to do that? No! Was one of them going to? Ann had said that he had to do it to one of us first. What did he think about that? Sue had been warming him up for it, telling him that girls taste good. We did, I did – any different from how other girls tasted good?

Tommy reached down and fondled their hands. He was being a great sport about this, doing and saying the right things. I hadn’t really thought about his reactions to what Sue and Ann had planned, just hoping that he would go along with it. Had they really planned that it would be like this? No, Ann had said that she was surprised that we had all been masturbating together; they were playing it by ear. What was going to happen now, next?

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I decide it’s high time I treat my smart and sexy lady to a leisurely dinner at a nice, quiet restaurant… me, handsome as ever, in suit she, turning male *and female* heads, in elegant dress… slowly sipping our wine, with engaging conversation, such that we don’t even notice that our meal took so long to arrive that the waiter apologizes with a complimentary second bottle of wine…

By the time we finish our meal, and our second bottle, we’re a little silly and smart enough to know neither of us should be driving…

It’s a warm, early summer’s evening as we saunter, my arm around her waist, down the not quite busy street, sharing our observations of the interesting characters that pass (He looks dangerous! vs *She* looks dangerous!!)…

Each pointing out items that catch our eye in the store windows (That recliner would look great in the living room! vs The living room would look great with you reclining in *that*!!)…

Sharing impressions of art and sculpture along the way (What the hell is *that* supposed to be!? vs Can’t you tell by the excrement smeared all over everything? It’s two half human-half animal-half alien cyborgs reproducing! )…

Laughing at each gaziosmanpaşa escort other’s pros and cons of having fast n rough sex in this dark doorway (risky & *really* hot! vs I’m too stuffed for fast n rough), a little head n muff behind that stairway (I’d hate for my gag reflex to trigger after that meal! vs You know damn well what reflex my tongue would trigger!!), or slow passionate love making on that bench (It’s shielded from the view of those passing on the sidewalk. vs That’s concrete, *I’m* not gonna be on the bottom!), etc…

The wine and intimacy working its magic…

Eventually circling back to the car, we each insist that we’re the least intoxicated and best equipped to do the driving (You practically polished off that second bottle by yourself! vs Women can’t hold their booze like a man!), etc…

Finally, laughing too hard for either of us to safely pilot the ship homeward, we hoot and whistle as we gracefully stumble towards the Yellow Cab that has just pulled to the curb down the block…

Just as I yank the rear door open, the adjacent establishment belches out two 40-something couples, obviously having gölbaşı escort a splendid time and sailing six sheets to the wind…

The lead woman, dressed to kill and apparently the instigator of the group, smiles grandly at us and, with an exaggerated curtsy, completely unawares, spills her abundant busom, broadcasting her heightened state of arousal as she obliviously thanks us for the quick service and thoughtful courtesy of opening the door to *her* cab!

Hilariously climbing over one another as they jockey for some unspoken position(s) in the back seat, no personal parts seem to be off limits to loose hands or even a nose or two…

The old cabbie waits patiently until the group seems to be momentarily satisfied with, or resigned to, their current locations… suddenly their tail gunner, noticing us standing there – still holding the door and grinning like a couple of country kids in a candy store – beckons with open arms, playfully roaring, “Well, come *on*!!”

With a quick glance at each other’s facial expressions, there is no hesitation on anyone’s part as we literally climb in onto their collective laps… quite accustomed keçiören escort to the escapades played out in his back seat, our pilot indifferently launches the cab from the curb…

Fortunately the sudden acceleration thrusts the open door tightly againt its latch but does the same to us and these uninhibited strangers, crushing everyone into compromising, intimate positions… the crowded space is, for the first time, quiet as the heady proximity of bodies registers in everyone’s alcohol addled brains…

At first slowly, gentle fingers glide across the distances that separate them from the tender destinations they seek… the tangle and exploration of erogenous regions resumes…

Thus began our voyage of discovery and delight… a soft moan… a sharp breath taken… the rustling sounds of small movements of permission and access…

Time seems to be on holiday until we feel the final, halting lurch of the cab… reluctantly, warm hands withdraw, locked limbs disengage, sweaty bodies separate…

After a few long moments of clumsily disembarking, cash is exchanged and our time traveling conveyance again launches itself into the quiet street, leaving six dazed, time traveling explorers standing there, stranded in our individual fantasies, each of us wishing our intimate explorations could continue…

As the one who always knows what needs to be done next and how to accomplish it, my smart and sexy lady pulls out her phone… as the line rings, a sly smile spreads across her face…

“Hello! Yellow Cab?….”

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Lindsey woke at 11:30 a.m., groggy but not hung over. Her boyfriend Steve was passed out, naked, on the bed next to her. Lindsey shook him gently, but he didn’t stir. There was a used condom on the bed, and she vaguely remembered him fucking her for a brief period before passing out the previous night.

Despite being conventionally attractive, reasonably sweet to her, and in good physical shape, Steve wasn’t the best lover. He often drank too much, and was incorrectly convinced he was great at eating her pussy. Lindsey supposed she should be glad he was always happy to go down on her, but in reality he was average at best. He was only able to get her off with his tongue when she was particularly horny, or imagined Colin Ferrell while he did it. She had faked an orgasm or two just to protect his feelings.

Lindsey took a quick shower to clean off the smell of sweat and alcohol. As the water poured over her body she began to feel more human. She had a brazilian wax before the trip, and rarely had to shave her legs thanks to her laser removal. Being smooth and hair-free always made her feel a little more sexy and feminine. Lindsey played with her dangly new navel piercing a bit while drying herself off. She glanced in the mirror and suddenly sighed, wondering if this was all there was in life for her. A mediocre job and a mediocre boyfriend. ‘At least I’m still pretty hot,’ she thought to herself. Her body wasn’t as fit and solid as it had been when she played University soccer on scholarship, but she had maintained a good level of fitness in the two years since graduating college.

During sex, Steve didn’t touch or caress her enough, focusing only on her boobs and pussy before fucking her. Sex rarely lasted more than 20 minutes all together, and that was if she spent ten minutes of it sucking on his modestly sized dick. Not that Lindsey thought size mattered much. She had very good sex with her previous long term boyfriend, who was quite average, and her other encounters had also been of men of similar endowment. Her enjoyment of sex was independent of size, and usually she’d been able to get off via intercourse in a number of positions. But for some reason with Steve the only way she could come was riding him so that her clit rubbed just right. It often took some effort, and Lindsey only had the patience a small part of the time. Generally she just masturbated on her own or after Steve passed out.

Steve’s company had paid for the awesome suite they were sharing with Lindsey’s best friend Steph and her boyfriend Trevor. He’d won some sort of promotion and gotten free airfare for the both of them to San Juan, Puerto Rico and rental of the immense cabana for a week. Upon seeing the brochures and talking to Steph they agreed it would be more fun if they all went, and Steph and Trevor bought their plane tickets the same day.

Lindsey tied on her favorite bikini, a rather brief white one with a side tie string bottom and small triangle tops. She’d noticed Trevor looking at her in it. It wasn’t quite ogling; it was much calmer and less lecherous than that. Taking in her body, or perhaps examining her. Enjoying the sight of her. When she made eye contact he never seemed embarrassed or “caught”. In fact he seemed almost proud he was looking at her. She mentioned it briefly once to Steph whose reply was, “You’ve got a damn nice body, what guy wouldn’t look?”

Lindsey slid the glass door open and stepped outside onto the large concrete patio. The weather was perfect. Bright and sunny, only a few puffy white clouds in the sky. The cabana sat high in the hills and had an ocean view yet almost total privacy. Trevor was dressed only in shorts and doing some sort of Yoga on a floor mat. Steph was in the spa tub which was built into the patio so that you stepped down into it. Steph smiled at Lindsey, who walked over to her and sat down, dangling her feet into the swirling, comfortably warm water.

They sat in silence until Lindsey observed, “Steve shouldn’t drink so much if he’s going to be so out of it the next day.” She realized she tended to encourage his drinking with her own consumption, but the fact was she could hold her liquor better than him. The ability to put them away and bounce back the next day was not unique to her within her family. Steve would likely be asleep at least until 2:00 and probably not want to move much before five o’clock that evening. Lindsey suddenly felt anxious and jealous of Steph and Trevor’s relationship.

“You guys want to go check out the beach?” Lindsey asked, deciding that hanging out with her friends and witnessing their happiness was better than moping alone imagining it. Plus she’d always enjoyed catching rays, and the beach was almost a local legend. The trail down was close to two miles and moderately steep, though quite safe. The beach was isolated by two cliffs forming a small cove. It was supposed to be stunning, but due to the inaccessibility it rarely was disturbed by many people on any given day.

“Sure.” etimesgut escort Steph said. “Are you certain Steve won’t mind us leaving without him?”

“I’ll leave a note, and if he gets up he can catch up with us later. He didn’t seem that excited about the hike anyways,” Lindsey replied a bit more testily than she had intended. Her friend read her mood instantly.

“I’ll pack some food and blankets and stuff. Trevor should be almost done,” Steph replied soothingly.

The trio began their hike, with Trevor mostly silent and contemplative, as was his nature, and the girls chattering about random things. The girls wore bikini tops and small shorts over their bottoms for the hike, while Trevor wore only his trunks.

When they finally arrived, the beach was everything it was supposed to be. Yards and yards of pristine white sand extended before them. The smooth surface was broken only by the occasional animal prints – no human had been here since the tide had come in the previous night. The girls giggled and spread out their blanket and towels. Trevor explored a bit and then announced he was going for a swim.

Lindsey was a bit surprised when Steph casually shed her bikini top after arranging herself on the blanket. She didn’t ask, but supposed her friend didn’t mind having her lover nor her best friend see her tits. Lindsey had sunbathed naked many times herself, but always in privacy. She found herself slightly jealous of her friend’s willingness to bare herself publicly to eliminate tan lines.

Physically the women were quite different, although most would find them equally attractive. Lindsey had a slightly fitter body from hours spent running and in the gym, a fitness habit she’d maintained since playing on the University soccer team. She also had arguably nicer breasts, large and firm. Their nature was the source of a lot of speculation among men who saw her, especially given her 5’4″ body and smallish frame. Still, they were real; large breasts and small hips tended to run in her family. Lindsey tanned easily, but had supplemented her natural coloring with a Mystic Tan for this trip, giving her a perfect copper tone.

Steph certainly had the nicer ass, high, firm and proud, and legs equal to her best friend. She had done all varieties of dance even into college, and had the lean, strong body to show for it. There was little fat on her, and her hips were in perfect proportion to her trim waist. Her chest was a modest B cup, though big enough that a padded bra could at least create the illusion of some size. Steph was also the more natural beauty of the two friends. Her beautiful blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair gave her an all-American look, though she often liked to wear glasses to look more intellectual. Steph was rubbing copious amounts of sun block on her fair skin to prevent sunburn. Despite being 23 she barely looked a day over 20 due to her flawless skin and baby-face.

Trevor returned, smiling at the sight of his girlfriend in only a brief bikini bottom. He glanced over at Lindsey as well, who grinned back at him. He glanced meaningfully over at Steph, then back at her, almost as if to ask why Lindsey hadn’t also shed her top. She almost blushed at the silent question, but instead lifted her eyebrows and winked playfully. Trevor settled himself on the opposite side of Steph, and Lindsey soon dozed off, tired from the hike.

She woke a bit later and lifted herself up, looking around. At first she thought she was dreaming. Both her friends were now totally naked! Steph was on her stomach, sunning her bare ass and back. But Trevor was on his back, totally exposed. And he was huge! While not fully erect, it was certainly not in a shrunken state, but easily eclipsed any she’d seen in thickness and was as long as the longest. The term “porn star sized” popped into her head. She realized Steph had not been exaggerating about his proportions, and couldn’t help wondering if what she said about how it felt inside her was true as well. She tried not to stare, but couldn’t help it. She figured he was dozing based on his breathing and it was quite the sight. She realized she’d become damp between her thighs.

“If they’re naked I can go topless!” she thought, and untied her bikini top. It felt good to expose her breasts to the sunlight, and rather liberating. With a bit more thought she shed her bottoms as well and lay back down on her stomach. Neither of her companions stirred. Lindsey felt a thrill of knowing she was completely bare in a public place, especially so close to her best friend’s boyfriend. As her excitement settled, she drifted off to sleep again, enjoying the natural feeling of the warm sun on her naked body.

When she awoke again her friends were gone. She looked around and saw them in the ocean, slightly past waist high water. They were embracing and kissing. Their hands were hidden under the water, and she could only speculate what they were up to. She watched them, etlik escort feeling jealous once more of their intimacy and sexual playfulness. Steph turned around in the water and rubbed her ass against what was presumably a very erect cock. Trevor then pushed her forward, bending Steph over. The former dancer supported herself at a right angle as her lover pushed himself into her from behind. They were fucking in the ocean in front of her! Lindsey’s pussy gushed as she watched her best friend get fucked.

She couldn’t really see the details, but watched as Trevor pumped back and forth that way for several minutes. Eventually Steph turned around and jumped into his arms. Trevor held her legs and proceeded to fuck her standing up, with Steph’s bare back to the shore and ass mostly hidden by the water. Lindsey found herself wishing her boyfriend was ever that creative. She also caught a glimpse of Trevor’s large erection during the rearrangement.

Her friends fucked for a good twenty minutes, longer than she and Steve had since their first week together. At last their pace slowed, and the couple returned to shore holding hands, Trevor’s cock still mostly hard.

“Enjoy the show?” Steph giggled, plopping her wet body onto the towel and stretching out. “God, Trevor always fucks me so good.” Trevor just smiled at Lindsey knowingly, eying her bare tits lustfully. She marveled at his cock, having always thought guys were supposed to shrink up after they came.

“Hmmm?” Lindsey asked, trying to play dumb.

“Did you enjoy watching Trevor fuck me? We thought about giving you a closer view, but figured you could have come closer if you wanted to,” Steph said. Lindsey wasn’t sure to make of her friend’s brazen behavior.

“You two are very sexy together,” she admitted. Trevor had settled back on the blanket, but his cock had not fallen. In fact it was harder than when he exited the water. Lindsey wondered how he had slipped it so easily into Steph, who wasn’t the biggest of girls.

“See something you like?” Steph teased softly, noticing how Lindsey was staring. Embarrassed, Lindsey immediately tore her eyes away, focusing on Steph’s eyes as opposed to her naked and recently fucked body.

“So what made you get naked with us?” Steph asked, changing the topic a little. If Trevor was listening in, he didn’t show it physically.

“I’ve always wanted to sunbathe nude. I figured I’d join in the fun,” Lindsey answered honestly.

“Cool. I’ve got to say Lindz, you look great. I’ve seen you plenty of times in a bikini, but your body is bitching. I’m jealous of your big tits!”

“Thanks Steph,” Lindsey had mixed feelings about her friend’s compliments and appraisal. “You look good too.”

“Thank you. I see you got a bikini wax before the trip too. Trevor loves a bare pussy and I knew he’d be seeing a lot of it,” Steph continued casually. Lindsey noted that her friend’s pubic region was as free of pubic hair as her own, so both girls were truly and completely bare on the beach. Trevor’s cock was somewhat trimmed, which only magnified its appearance of size.

The sun was getting lower in the sky and a glance at her watch showed Lindsey it was past 4 o’clock. “I think we should head back.”

Steph and Trevor shared a meaningful look before Steph nodded. Lindsey dressed quickly, facing away from her friends. Somehow lying on her back naked didn’t feel as shameful as walking around casually. When she turned around Steph had replaced her bottoms, but Trevor seemed to be taking his time getting dressed. His erection had subsided, but his cock was still rather impressive in its limp state. Lindsey watched him tuck it away before busying herself gathering her blanket.

Lindsey tried to think about something besides Trevor’s big cock on the walk back, but failed. She remembered getting into a playful argument with Steph once about size. Lindsey has said they’re all more or less the same anyways, so it’s all how the guy uses it. Steph had told her any woman who thinks that has never had a big one. At the time she thought Steph was kidding. Having seen Trevor’s erection she found herself really wondering.

Steve was watching television when the threesome returned to the suite. He barely acknowledged their return. Lindsey was incredibly horny from thinking about her friends fucking and had to practically drag Steve into the bedroom with her. He seemed amused by the ferocity with which she tore off their clothes.

Seeing Steve’s erection was an incredible let down. It looked even smaller than she remembered it. He was hard, but she decided he owed her a nice pussy licking.

“I want to feel you lick my bare pussy with that wonderful tongue of yours,” she said, lying on her back and spreading her legs. He grinned and lowered his mouth, immediately going straight for her clit. Ordinarily that might have frustrated her, but she was so horny it was exactly what she wanted. She closed her eyes and soon it was not eve gelen escort Steve but Trevor she imagined was eating her out.

“Oh god, that’s so nice baby,” she moaned, not faking her excitement.

“You like that?” he asked her, sensing her heightened state of arousal. His voice broke her fantasy of Trevor, as Trevor spoke in a deep bass compared to Steve’s tenor.

“Yes, but please, don’t stop licking me!” she moaned, hoping he wouldn’t talk and would simply worship her with his tongue. She got her wish, and returned to her fantasy of offering herself to Trevor. In her fantasy she had to deal with Steph; it seemed easiest just to have her watching, smiling. Then she decided that there was no way Steph could just watch Trevor’s big dick dangling between his legs and not suck it. Imagining her friend going down on her boyfriend was the image that set Lindsey off, and she gripped the sheets tightly, moaning loudly in orgasm.

“You want some dick now, baby?” Steve asked her, quickly putting on a condom.

“Yes, fuck me with your cock, T… Take me now!” she moaned, almost saying Trevor’s name.

Steve sunk his cock into Lindsey and began thrusting rapidly. She tried to imagine Trevor thrusting deep within her, but Steve just wasn’t a suitable proxy. She flexed her pussy muscles causing Steve to groan and quickly orgasm.

“God baby, that was hot,” he told her as they reclined in bed together afterwards. “What got into you?”

“All that sun made me horny,” Lindsey replied. “I’m gonna take a shower to clean up and rinse off for dinner.”

“Ok,” he replied. He didn’t ask to join her, and she didn’t offer.

Lindsey’s fingers got herself off again in the shower, imagining Trevor behind her, fucking her deeply. She tried to stick her fingers deep enough to simulate his length, but her small hands fell short by a long shot. Still, using three fingers she felt she could simulate his tremendous girth. Once again, in her mind Steph was there, smiling and watching her boyfriend fuck her best friend.

It was obvious that Steph and Trevor had shared their own romp after the hike when the couple met in the living room to go to dinner. After her two orgasms Lindsey’s nerves were much calmer, and she was able to enjoy her friends’ company without thinking about Trevor’s dick too much. Steve’s charming side came out, although he did drink a little too much with dinner once again. Lindsey cut him some slack; she knew he really needed to unwind during his vacation.

Back in the suite the boys both decided to crash early after sharing a joke about their respective girlfriends wearing them out that afternoon. Steph and Lindsey made small talk in the living room before Steph decided they should take a dip in the hot tub.

Lindsey was quite surprised when Steph stood up and dropped her dress, revealing that she was completely naked underneath, and had been throughout dinner. She carefully hung the dress and grabbed a towel.

“You’re going like that?” Lindsey asked.

“Yeah, why not? I love skinny dipping in a hot tub. You’re my best friend and have seen me naked plenty of times. This morning, for example,” Steph added with a playful grin.

“What if the guys come out?”

“Well I’m hardly worried about my boyfriend seeing me naked,” Steph replied with a laugh. “And I don’t mind if Steve sees me naked. Only seems fair, after all, Trevor got a nice look at you and those big milk jugs this afternoon!”

Convinced, Lindsey shed her own clothes. She had worn a thong and bra to support her “milk jugs” under her dress, but soon was as naked as her friend. Steph fetched a bottle of wine and two glasses and they headed outside. The two nude women settled into the warm water under the clear night sky.

“Beautiful night tonight,” Lindsey observed.

“Yes, it seems like every night is here,” Steph agreed.

They marveled about the natural beauty of Puerto Rico and each drank a glass of wine. “Do you remember when we first met?” Steph asked.

“Of course! God, freshman year of college seems so long ago,” Lindsey observed. “It’s been seven years now.”

“I never would have guessed I’d have become lifelong friends with my randomly assigned freshman roommate. I guess we both got lucky!” Steph stated.

“Yeah, people never quite understood us either. I guess on the surface we seem really different. You were so shy and reserved, and you can’t get me to shut up,” Lindsey said.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too surprised to find out you were a cheerleader and student council president in high school. I admit I thought you would be as stuck up as some of the other girls on our floor when I first saw you.”

“Was it the make-up, the big boobs, or the tan?” Lindsey joked.

“Plus you always studied so hard,” Steph continued. “I always did admire your work ethic.”

“And I hated the fact you could get A’s and B’s without trying very hard!” Lindsey shot back.

“We both knew how to party though,” Steph said.

“Yes, yes we did,” Lindsey agreed. She suddenly remembered she was naked in a hot tub with her best friend. She marveled how natural it all seemed.

After a bit of a pause Lindsey said “You know, I didn’t trust Trevor when you first told me about him.”

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