Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The man at the counter held the packet of condoms above his head and shouted across the store, ‘Rob, how much for the Trojans?’

The girl looked down in avoidance of the other shoppers. Bemused by the cliché, she was still embarrassed. Gazing at her among the other shoppers were people she had grown up with and friends of her father.

The till rang $1.59. She grabbed the bag from the clerk slipping out the store, her chin held high but her face flushed. Although she was twenty four, she could still be made to feel like a child.

On arrival at their apartment she was greeted with a smile and a kiss by Scott. He had been living with her for a few months. He knew all about how she loved sex. He called her by her middle name, Maria, when he wanted to address the dirty slut within her. Sometimes he would use it in public, passing privately between them his own perverted thoughts involving her.

‘How was your day today sweetheart?’ Scott asked with a smile.

‘Oh, boring, but its looking more interesting now’ she replied.

‘I like your skirt, why don’t you pull your panties down so I can fuck you?’

‘Sweetheart, have you forgotten? I invited Kevin over for dinner tonight, he will be here in an hour.’ Kevin was an old flame from Maria’s past, now they were platonic friends.

‘Oh yes, well, I can come quick. I know how Maria loves a quick hard fuck. Now bend over.’ he proceeded to undo his zipper.

‘No! Wait until later, I have to cook dinner now. Kevin will be here soon,’ almost as an afterthought she added ‘Why don’t you come and help me, I could use a spare pare of hands.’

He followed her inside and she quickly unpacked the food to begin working on dinner. She bent over the sink to wash some tomatoes for the salad. Her skirt was short. Scott could see the flesh near the top of her firm smooth thighs and the outline of her buttocks. He felt instantly horny.

Picking up a freshly washed cucumber from the draining board, he had a smile of bemusement on his face.

‘Darling,’ he whined, ‘you know I don’t like cucumbers’ he said.

She smiled in return. ‘Kevin does’.

‘Oh. Does he now?’ a mock grin on his face.

From behind her, he slid the cucumber smoothly up her inner thigh and stopped firmly on her panties over her pussy. The sensation brought her instant pleasure. He held it pressed up hard against her clit, unmoving. A small round wet patch soaked through to the outside of her panties. She froze in place and flared her buttocks out hard, her eyes clamped shut with pleasure. She felt him pull her knickers sideways to expose her moist glistening pussy to the air.

After giving the hard cucumber a few teasing licks, he rubbed the end of it over her bare clit. She let out a moan of desire. Slowly, he worked it around her soft opening, teasing her while working it inside. Deeper and deeper he went on each stroke. So fat was the cucumber, it was stretching her wide, filling her glowing desire up fully and deeply inside.

Faster and faster he worked the cucumber into her wet pussy, fucking her hard while she screamed with delight. His pants were around his ankles and his hard cock pulsating. He put the tip of it to her ass and started to push gently. She howled in delight when she realized what was about to happen. Slowly but surely he started to enter her anus with his cock, making space where there shouldn’t have been any. An initial but mild flash of pain quickly turned into a deep satisfying sensation down below, filling her loins in a way that she had never felt before.

He worked both his cock and the cucumber in and out of her at the same time, fully occupying both her pussy and her ass. She was still bent over the sink. Her teeth were clenched and she was gasping and groaning like a dirty slut being fucked harder than ever before. At times he would move them inside her in unison, at others he would alternate, all the while keeping the rhythm of both cucumber and cock moving faster and faster. Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. She was totally helpless as an orgasm began to well up deep within her.

‘Yes baby, fuck me, it feels so amazing. go on, fill my body as hard as you can’

She was pushed rapidly over the brink of a powerful orgasm which ripped through her body convulsing and screamed through clenched teeth, her mouth spraying the air with spittle.

‘I am coming baby, yes, yes, harder, harder, I am coming now. Now!’ she had to spit the words out.

Her whole body was shaking as he was ramming her pussy and ass at the same time. After a final loud scream of bursting pleasure, her body went limp and her head sagged low. She let out a low moan of fulfillment. Carefully, slowly, he removed the cucumber and then slid his cum covered cock from her anus.

The entire length of the cucumber was wet with the juices from deep inside her. He placed it on elvankent escort to the chopping board and proceeded to casually dice it into small slices. Wet and dripping with her pussy juices, he tossed it into the salad bowl along with the lettuce and tomato already there.

‘I enjoy cooking with you Maria’ he said, as he slipped from the kitchen to get washed and dressed. Her body just shaking in reply.

Dinner.

There was a rap at the front door of the apartment.

‘That will be Kevin’, Maria shouted from the bedroom, where she was busily fitting her breasts neatly into a black velvet dress.

Scott opened the door to find a well presented handsome looking man on the step.

‘Hello, you must be Kevin’ he said as he extended a hand in welcome.

‘Pleased to meet you’ replied Kevin.

They shook hands firmly and the guest presented a bottle of wine.

‘Ahh, come in then, lets get started right away’

All three of them were soon sat around the table drinking wine, talking and laughing together as they prepared to tuck into their meal. Although both men had not met before, they had heard plenty enough about each other and were quick to make friends.

Maria reached out and passed the salad bowl to Kevin.

‘Would you like some salad dear?’ she asked casually.

‘Certainly maam’ came the reply. A knowing look and the flash of a smile passed between Maria and Scott as Kevin helped himself to a generous portion from the salad bowl.

‘Mmm, this salad tastes delicious Maria’ he said after a couple of eager mouthfuls.

‘Yes its wonderful’ piped up Scott as he chomped through another slice of cucumber. ‘I never really liked cucumber until now, but this tastes delicious’ and with that he flashed Maria a grin who returned a smile back.

They sat for some time after dinner, drinking and telling each other funny stories. The evening flew past quickly as they laughed and joked together into the wee hours of the morning.

Kevin suggested he should get a cab home, being far too intoxicated to drive. Maria and Scott insisted he should stay the night, driving back home in the morning. Kevin happily agreed to this without realizing what he was letting himself in for.

They all retreated to the bedroom for a smoke. The TV at the foot of the large double bed playing out MTV in the background. All were sat up puffing away. Maria conveniently wedged between the two men, feeling snug as they continued to chat, smoke and laugh.

When it was time to sleep, Maria insisted that Kevin should stay in their bed with them rather than on the uncomfortable sofa. Kevin looked too stoned to argue and Scott just nodded in agreement, knowing only to well Maria’s true intention. Everybody seemed happy enough.

The bedside lamp dimly lit the room. All three were lying down on their backs with music playing gently in the background. Maria could feel the warmth of two bodies pressed up on either side of her, the sensation arousing her deeply. She gasped breathlessly when she realized that both the men were stroking a hand gently upon each of her shoulders. A warm and sensual feeling built up within her as each hand grew slightly bolder in its movements. Suddenly four hands were stroking up and down her body, only just avoiding her breasts and pussy.

Reaching down with both hands, she squeeze, and to her delight found two hard erect cocks in each palm. At that moment a rush of desire yearned through her body originating from her pussy, wetting her panties throughout.

She felt almost paralyzed with lust as she let go of the two hard cocks. She couldn’t separate out who’s hands were who’s between then two men still pressed up close either side of her. The touch was smooth and soft, sending tingles of joy wherever they went. She lay passively while the two men worked her body in unison together. She wondered at how it felt as natural and ordinary as if it were a single man. Her pussy was now yearning with an intense desire to be filled.

Both men worked her top off and rolled down her panties, a different hand on each side pulling in unison, rendering her completely naked. Still lying on her back, both men turned into her, rubbing their bodies on hers.

‘Very nice’ Kevin commented when he looked down and saw her soaking wet shaved pussy. He had never seen it shaved bald, and loved the way it now appeared. Another pair of hands were caressing her breasts while a mouth was kissing hers passionately. The warmth and passion going between her and the two men flowed in the same way as with one. This new sensation was somewhat surprising and incredible.

‘Has anyone got condoms’ whispered Scott without breaking the sound of the music in the background.

‘I didn’t think to’ replied Kevin, not expecting the need to arise.

Maria had no choice, she was determined emek escort that these two men would fuck her tonight, after all her hard work and effort, she would win her reward.

Quickly she blurted ‘I have some in my bag’.

She knew as well as Scott that there were none in the apartment. They had no need for them and all had been thrown out long ago. He knew she must have bought some especially for this night, seeing straight through her dastardly plan. He smiled at her ingenuity and noticed the cunning with which she had engineered the entire evening to arrive at this moment. He had his suspicions earlier, but now they were confirmed.

‘Maria, you dirty dirty slut’ he whispered in to her ear. She chuckled back a sultry note.

Desert.

Kevin inched slowly down the length of her naked body, kissing her on the way down. Finally his head nestled between her legs. His head moved forward to take her wet pussy fully into his mouth. He worked his tongue around the edges, filling himself with juices. Pleasure wracked through her body as he worked the tip of his tongue inside her. His hands were running around the back of her body, holding her naked buttocks firmly. Pleasure rippled through her as both the top half and bottom half of her naked body were being caressed and kissed passionately by the two naked men. She lay flat on her back, legs cocked into the air giving Kevin a better reach of her pussy. Occasionally they would swap, taking left and right sides of her and then top and bottom, always meeting up in the middle. The feel of four soft warm hands fuelling her burning desire. Back and forth they went as she reached out with both hands squeezing two different cocks in each hand. So much was going on to her body at once that the feelings of sexual desire and pleasure overwhelmed her.

She realized she was like a virgin again, suddenly unsure about what to do with the two hot naked male bodies in bed with her. The uncertainty quickly faded as new ideas flooded into her head. She had to think creatively to discover new sexual positions, now limited only by her imagination. The possibilities that dawned on her were greater than ever before.

She clutched the head pressed into her wet pussy, licking out every part and touching her all around below. Scott was now over her head and with her free hand she guided his cock towards her mouth. She held it firm rubbing it up and down, sucking and licking his balls from underneath him. She ran her tongue all along from the base to the tip of his penis and then slowly swallowed it whole in her mouth. The other mans mouth was still suckling her clit, sending waves of delight through her body. She screamed and moaned, unable to contain the pleasure inside her.

Taking long and perfectly timed strokes up and down the hard erect cock filling her mouth with the taste of man, she brought him closer to the brink. Two fingers of one hand were also wrapped around the base of his cock, moving up and down with the motion of her head. She brought her other hand up and caressed his balls. Her eyes were open and she could see he was kneeling up over her at the side of her head, his cock buried deep in her mouth. Pleasure contorted and twisted his face to a grimace of delight. She could see and feel another mans head deep between her legs, pressed hard into her pussy nibbling gently on her clit causing waves of rapture to course through her body. She was moaning and groaning in time with the motion on the hard cock filling her mouth.

She felt her pussy tingle as the tongue that was licking it all around pulled away. The two men rolled her gently onto her side and Kevin lay up tight behind her placing the tip of his long hard cock on her ass. He pushed very gently against her opening, cock moist and lubricated. It was so wet that it slid gently and slowly into her anus. As it penetrated she screamed and thrashed her body in a wild uncontrolled frenzy of passion. The amazing sensations made her scream louder than ever before, only to be muffled by the cock filling her mouth completely. The intensity made her whole body vibrate all the way through and onto the two cocks now buried deep within her. Both men groaned as they could feel the vibrations shooting through them, sending waves of pleasure into their loins.

With one cock ramming her anally and the other pounding into her mouth from the front, she continued to scream in pleasure for what seemed an eternity. ‘MMMmmm’ she cried over and over as a continuous powerful full body orgasm shook her to the core of her being.

The cock in her mouth came out fully and slid down the front of her body easing onto her clit. All the while, the other cock was ramming her hard anally. The feeling of the cock rubbing against her clit caused her now unmuffled screams to release. Slowly the cock was worked into her pussy. She went totally eryaman escort wild, thrashing and screaming about the place in rapture. There didn’t seem enough space, but somehow she felt both her holes filled up deeply and completely. She couldn’t believe the sensation as it swept all around her down below, setting her whole body on fire. She couldn’t control the convulsions wracking through her. She couldn’t stop screaming, to the point of almost crying.

While two cocks inside her, she could here Scott calling out, ‘you dirty slut’ over and over in between thrusts and grunts of pleasure while pounding his cock hard into her pussy. His mouth was over hers and his naked body pressed flat against her front. Kevin was pressed naked and flat against her back. He was groaning and shaking as he worked the whole length of his cock in and out of her anus. She could do nothing but thrust down in time and hard onto the two cocks penetrating her simultaneously.

So intense was the orgasm that shook her that the tendons along her neck bunched out while she screamed and convulsed in time with the two cocks thrusting deep inside her. Two naked bodies were pressed tight either side of her own bar the pair of panties hanging still half around her ankle as she came with sheer intensity. On and on her orgasm passed through her body, filling her with pleasure.

When her orgasm finally subsided the two cocks were removed slowly from her body. She shuddered at the sudden loss of contact and ceased the opportunity to get up on all fours. Arching her back out and thrusting her ass into the air, Kevin resumed fucking her from behind. Scott’s was lying on his back and from above she slid his cock into her mouth. All the while she was being pounded back and forth, Kevin thrusting deep and hard into her from behind, slapping against her ass. She resumed to suck Scott as before, both hands working his lower body. Her head bobbed up and down as the entire length of his cock was sucked in. Faster and faster she went, the vibrations of her moaning running the entire length of his body.

Her hand worked its way back and forwards along the cock and balls in her mouth, each time a finger going closer to his behind. Her head moved up and down in time with her body which was still being fucked hard from behind. The moaning from her mouth was vibrating hard on him as she touched the tip of her finger directly to his hole. He let out a low groan of pleasure. Methodically, she worked her finger deeper and deeper until it was stroking his prostate deep inside his body.

The cock still buried in her anus pounding into her sent waves of pleasure through her body. A hand was stroking her clit and all around her pussy. Hot cum burst suddenly into her mouth. She went faster and moaned louder as the continuous spasms of Scott’s orgasm worked its way through his body shooting hot salty fluid down her throat. She slipped the tip of his penis out of her mouth and continued masturbating it hard, letting the last few shots drop into the end of her open mouth. She worked the cum around her lips with her tongue, reveling in the taste, smiling with laughter and glee. Excited and aroused, she was worked into another frenzied orgasm by the feeling of cum splattering her and the sensations of the cock still mercilessly pounding into her anally. Once again, the air was filled with her screams as her body convulsed as yet another orgasm pulsated through her.

Finally, all motion slowed, all ending up still and satisfied. Two naked men were lying next to her, hands still touched both. Condoms and clothes were strewn across the bedroom floor. Both men started drifting into sleep along with Maria.

She mused about how natural and intense it felt. She had been intimate and passionate with both men at different times in the past. The familiar passion and energy feeling was retained with them both together. The way they coordinated together to fuck her made it seem as natural as being with just one man but twice as pleasurable.

Looking at the clock snoozing off, she saw it was into the early hours of the morning. They had been fucking and sucking all night. She realized for the first time that sex with two guys takes twice as long. She inwardly smiled, wondering greedily how much longer it would take if there was yet another person, falling slowly to sleep with her head nestled between two shoulders. Her last waking thought was a promise that she would have this much fun more often in the future.

Breakfast.

Maria awoke as the morning light filtered through the window. The fog of her sleep passed and she realized she was pressed between two naked bodies either side of her own. She had a hand resting on each man and slowly she slid them both down to their groins. To her surprise, she took hold of two hard and erect cocks. She smiled as she could feel two pairs of hands gently stroke her shoulders. Once again, desire filled her loins and she moaned with the pleasure pulsating through her wet glistening shaven pussy. It was all happening all over again. Maria shuddered in delight letting out a deep moan of pleasure as two cocks were about to fill her once again.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Three in a Tent Made for Two: When she’s dumped, three hot guys save the day.

*

They were concentrating on their badminton game now, and had stopped glancing across at me.

The lake glinted in the sun. The hills were a dove grey. Campers dozed or chatted outside the tents lining the field. Outside our A-frame tent, we sat in canvas chairs, my boyfriend Tim glaring down at his paperback as I watched the game, or rather the young men playing it.

Suddenly Tim flung down the book and his eyes flashed between me and the men.

‘So that’s what it’s about, is it? And I thought you were dressing to impress me.’

‘Course I want to impress you.’ I leaned to touch his upper arm, but he shrugged me away. Our voices had risen a little and the two guys had interrupted their game to look. Saddened at this latest outburst from Tim, I also felt an urgent need deep between my hips.

Those boys were definitely easy on the eye. The taller one was boy-band pretty though with man-power in his physique. He had unruly dirty-blond locks and dark stubble. The other was stockier, his black hair not as long. They wore tight shorts and their white tee shirts were snug over their chest muscles. They resumed playing, nimble on their tanned toned legs, biceps flexing as they took swings with their rackets at the shuttlecock.

Why were they still glancing my way? Here’s why.

I’m big boobed with long legs and a curvy arse that balance things out. I’m a blonde and that morning I’d put more makeup on than strictly necessary. And the crop-top and denim cut-offs were also for the benefit of those guys. I hadn’t stopped thinking of them since they’d arrived the previous morning.

‘Those two, you and me—why not?’ I said, because it was time to lay my cards on the table—and I’m a greedy girl.

Tim stood, spoke, his voice loud. ‘Go and have them then—but I’m leaving. They can give you a lift back home—when they’ve finished with you.’ He went to the old Ford we’d hired and opened the boot. He got out my suitcase and dropped it at my feet. Then he got behind the wheel.

‘Tim’ I wailed. He drove onto the bumpy track and out of the field. This wasn’t like him. I wondered if my suggestion had struck a chord he didn’t want to admit to.

All the campers interrupted what they’d been doing or saying and stared. I felt embarrassed, while a little voice in my head said ‘every cloud has a silver lining’ because the two guys were striding over.

My eyes filled up. I felt a churning inside that wasn’t all anguish.

‘You okay?’ the darker one said. He stood close, his brown eyes intent. My shoulder tingled where the pretty boy placed his hand on it. With his other hand he wiped back a stray lock from his forehead.

‘I don’t know,’ I said, chokingly.

‘That’s too bad.’ The dirty-blonde introduced himself as Alex. His friend was called Greg. Copping an eyeful of me, Alex swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving his sexy thin leather neck cord.

‘Suzanne,’ I said, wiping an eye and glancing at the tent. ‘Looks like I’ll be alone tonight.’

‘It’s tiny,’ Greg said. You won’t be, I thought: a sneaky glimpse at the shorts told me that. He was right about the tent: the sides sloped up to a low ridge pole. You could barely sit up straight in it.

‘How did you two fit in there?’ Greg said. I looked at Alex, obviously the quieter one, and had a brief vision of an altogether different pair of items fitting into a space strictly designed for one of them.

‘It’s bigger inside than you think—though not that big.’

A bit of a stunned silence after that. I asked if they’d like a drink. No reply for a second, then an awkward flurry of yeses and pleases. They’d been mightily distracted with me absent-mindedly hooking a thumb into a belt loop, the other fingers lightly pressing into the top of my thigh.

I opened out a third canvas chair, got some cans of beer out of the cool box and we sat and drank—me in the middle. I told them I was going to university in October, a year late as I’d had to re-sit exams due to fucking when I should have been studying. I sighed. ‘I’ll be nineteen and a year older than everyone else.’

‘Clever girl,’ Greg said, with a smirk, patronizing but it was his body I desperately wanted—and Alex’s.

Alex was telling me he’d dropped out in his second year. ‘We’re 19,20,21—that’s neat.’ He said he was twenty-one, Greg a year younger. I learned they were spending the summer touring in their rusty transit van.

‘Think you’ll get back together?’ Alex had a mellow voice, a neutral accent—it distracted me from an absent-minded consideration of their admirable legs. Did they play football as well as badminton? His expression was tender, like he really cared. Yes, right, I thought.

‘Doubt it,’ I said. ‘A major disagreement.’

They waited. I thought, Now or never.

‘Over sex.’

I noted a barely perceptible widening of their muscle-packed thighs. Obviously çukurambar escort startled by my frankness, they maintained their cool.

‘Getting bored with each other.’ My face was hot, not just from the sun. ‘I suggested spicing things up a bit.’

‘Oh? How?’ Greg leaned in close, gave me a lecherous one-two—legs and tits. Conjecture in Alex’s dreamy eyes as he stroked his dark stubbly jaw. Thoughtful, quieter than Greg—and you’ve got to watch the quiet ones.

‘I thought of getting one or two others to join us.’

Alex said, ‘Like . . . another couple?’

I caught a look in his eye that was feral and thrilled me to the core. I considered my long painted fingernails. ‘Well, a couple of guys.’ Rather than quell the butterfly sensation in my stomach, two deep breaths just drew their attention to the expansions of my chest. I dabbed my dry eyes as if bitterly regretting my proposal to Tim. Alex patted my hand, Greg my knee.

‘Look, everyone’s staring,’ I said. They weren’t actually.

‘Want to talk somewhere private?’ Alex said. Both guys looked to the flaps of the tent entrance; another entrance was moistening fast. I gave a brave little nod.

I got down on all fours. My muscles felt tense and loose as I dipped my shoulders unnecessarily low. Other campers were interested again, hardly surprising as Alex and Greg stared with furious concentration at my upraised rear. They got down into position and followed me as I fed myself into the tent.

Hot inside, sunlight strained through the orange canvas. I lay back, head propped up on a couple of pillows. Alex crashed down on my left, Greg on my right. Aftershave and manly odors from both. Darting, almost nervous eye contact, between the three of us—then I smiled.

The restricted space seemed to make what was already big, bigger. I looked over the high curves of my cotton covered breasts to the heft of the guys’ equipment outlined in their shorts. Fuck you, Tim, I thought, While these two fuck me.

‘Feeling better?’ Alex said.

‘She feels good to me,’ Greg said, his palm on my bare midriff.

They began to stroke my damp hair, their faces serene and sexy. I was half in love with them both and could conceive no limit to what I would let them do to me. For now, Greg fed his forearm between my neck and the pillow and began to nuzzle my throat. Alex’s hand slid up my belly and under the crop-top where his thumb met the abrupt mass of my left breast.

‘It’s too hot in here. Why don’t you take your shirts off?’ I said, sucking in a breath. Shorts too, I was thinking, but why rush? As if ordered to, they promptly sat up and pulled their shirts over their heads. I gasped at their broad, finely shaped and tanned shoulders, the rounded slabs of their pectorals. Not a spoonful of fat anywhere. I slid a finger under Alex’s leather neck cord and drew him down to me again, a beckoning finger at Greg.

‘You’ve not got like this playing badminton,’ I said, my tongue running over the upper lip of my open mouth.

Alex said they were ‘gym bunnies’ and I could believe it as their hard torsos pressed close, their dusting of chest hair tickling my flanks as they got down to nibbling my neck. Our breathing was loud, deliberate. Nibbling turned into a three-way kiss, their tongues overwhelming mine, getting deeper into my salivating mouth. The cocks in their shorts ground against my thighs as their hands snaked under my crop-top and began to tug it up and over my tits.

‘Oh, my,’ Greg murmured, as the cotton unrolled off the summits of my boobs and my exposed nipples prickled in the hot itchy air. With my arms out of the short sleeves, they pulled the body of the shirt inside-out over my face. With no visual cues, I relished the hot breaths, then the hotter tongues exploring every inch of my primary assets. After a moment I wanted to see their ministrations. I cast the crop-top off my head and uttered a heartfelt, ‘Yeah’, looking past the spit-soaked aureoles around the turrets of my nipples to Greg’s shorts twisted around his ankles, Alex’s rope-tight around his quivering thighs, both their cocks grossly distending their tiny cotton briefs.

I lifted my bottom to assist the boys in dragging my cut-offs down from my loins to my feet, and off.

‘Got over Tim?’ Perfect gleaming teeth in Alex’s wide wicked grin—he knew damn well I had.

‘Who?’ I said, my tongue wiping around my lips at the sight of their little briefs stretched to breaking point. They whipped them down with feverish haste and I got my first sighting of their dicks. Eight or nine inches apiece, they curved out from thick bases. Suddenly I was conscious of their fingers roughly tearing my damp panties down my thighs, down to my toes and off. With the last of my clothing cast aside, the boys wolfishly took in my curves, their gazes constantly gravitating to my wet gash. I repaid the complement, my attention burning into their meaty rods, my thoughts demetevler escort on the fun I was going to have with them.

After that pause, I abandoned myself to their comprehensive caresses. I resisted the powerful instinct to fling my thighs wide—an equally irresistible instinct would respond and drive one of their cocks deep into the pink. For the moment I settled for an obtuse angle—the coat-hanger spread would come later. Having said that, I wasn’t sure the boys would exercise self-discipline until then.

Sucking on a nipple each they sent currents of hot lust coursing through my body to my extremities. And feeling that unholy seepage between my legs, my resolve not to provide complete access just yet was wilting—unlike their dicks. Which would enter me first?

Alex pulled the pillows out from under my head. I tipped my head back further. Pointless delaying the inevitable. A lengthways stretch of my body was followed by a lateral as I lifted and then forced my thighs apart to the max. Greg was getting on all fours, then he was lowering his loins toward the welcoming bowl of my pelvis, his cock wagging lustily.

Supporting himself on one elbow, a vicious grin on his face, he swabbed dick meat over my shaven pubes then pushed it lower to rub at the fleshy moist gates. They yielded and I groaned at the glorious meaty embedding within my slick warm walls. The flared head was burrowing in deep but hungry for more of this initial insertion I brought my thighs back further, bent my shins inwards. My toes pinched his buttocks. Painful, he let me know with a cry, but it did the trick in the form of another vital inch of him. We kissed violently as he withdrew then began to squander the total inches of his young manhood again and again. My hollers must have echoed off the stone walls of the camping field. I didn’t care and pictured campers decorously pretending not to hear.

My pelvis brimful of Greg, my skin in a fever, I growled in his ear, ‘Make it last, babe.’ My fear he’d cum too quickly (though who could blame him?) dissipated as he settled into long deep and slower strokes.

God, I’d almost forgotten about Alex. I noticed him now as his footballer thighs bracketed my shoulders. I looked up at him, at the wings of muscle under his armpits, the swell of his pecs. Before speaking might prove a problem I gasped, ‘Something tells me you two have done this before.’

‘When we get the opportunity,’ Alex said, that feral look again, his cock lowered, knocking my nose and chin.

‘We’re looking for a third guy to make up the team,’ Greg said, riding me steadily.

‘Tim would have been perfect,’ I said, only time for a fleeting regret as Alex slid a couple of inches of hot rod between my full wet lips. My tongue explored the flared head, then went for the cum-slit. His pre-cum was a delicacy fit for a Queen. I levered him out so I could tell him so and tongue-tipped another droplet from the slit.

‘Clear as gin,’ I said. But the thicker opaque fluid was what I craved, and it would be dispensed in plentiful quantities if the sizeable cluster of his ball-bag was any indication. I tipped my head back and Alex delivered inch after inch over my hot yielding tongue. I tightened my jaw, my tongue and the roof of my mouth pressing hard, reluctant to let him withdraw. I relented, and his cock slid out, raw and wet. In again, deeper this time. A flicker of the gagging reflex before another sloppy pulling free.

Greg was so fascinated by Alex’s measured thrust, his own work had slackened. I reached and dug my nails into the tight round buns my toes had lately pinched. My cunt rippled up and down his dick. Tears leapt to his eyes like the ones I’d wept over Tim. Back on form now, his big fecund furry balls slapping against my perineum.

We were sweating like fury, the air musky with it. ‘Don’t stop guys,’ I said, my words distorted by what my mouth gleefully contained. I wanted the double shafting to go on for hours yet and at the same time my body yearned for completion, my orgasm coinciding with their thick seed pumped as deep inside me as it would go.

Arms reaching back to encircle Alex’s waist, I felt his arse in its relentless rhythm. He gripped my rhythmically shaking tits. Greg reared up, his arms locked, pecs bulging, and let loose a string of drool that made warm contact with my left nipple. Taking his lead, Alex began to spit down; with weird glee they spat, my gleaming breasts heaving and rolling as I squirmed between the cocks anchoring me down.

Greg suddenly halted his rutting. Alex withdrew. ‘Hear that?’ he said.

‘A sheep,’ Greg said, dismissively.

‘Or some dirty bastard listening in,’ I said, liking the idea. A quick lap of Alex’s balls, a reach and tickle of Greg’s. ‘Come on guys. I bet you’ve got spunk enough to float a model—’

‘Boat’ I’d meant to say, until Alex interrupted with his cock, evidently preferring me to suck than shape horny words. dikmen escort Spit-roasting me again, but the guys had some new trick up their sleeves, or rather between their legs. They began to coordinate their fucking.

As Greg thrust in, Alex pulled out. With each complete withdrawal, I’d see a cock-head oozing pre-cum poised momentarily at my sticky mouth or labia. Alex going in as Greg pulled out, and vice versa, it was like they were sawing me in half down the middle. I imagined one solid rod of hard hot flesh running through me from top to tail. I widened my legs, knees pressing out the sloping sides of the tent. Anyone outside would take note, hear my girly moans of approval and know full well what the guys were doing to me. My face burned, Alex’s and Greg’s were flushed and raining sweat down onto me.

Soon their silent give-and-take ended, the regular rhythm broke up. Vicious thrusts now, Alex’s only marginally gentler.

‘Yeah, give it to me guys,’ I gasped around the succulent mouthful.

‘Yeah, give it to her, guys!’

A vague shock in addition to the sensations flooding my body. Seeing the concentrated lust on Tim’s face, my dull unease ended. He struggled out his shorts and shirt double quick, then was edging his lightly muscled frame by us.

‘Your girl is hot stuff,’ Alex said, quickening the pace again in my mouth.

‘Our girl,’ Tim corrected. Fingers first, then his lips too on my tits. Pinching, sucking, nibbling. I wondered if my nipples would ever return to normal size. Number three in the male portion of the mix gave a new impetus to Alex’s and Greg’s rooting weaponry . This was definitely the home stretch. I’d think about the implications of Tim’s return later.

Facing Alex, Tim straddled me, squeezing my tits around his cock. He was looking hungrily at my wet blowing of Alex. He began to work forward. I knew what he had in mind, and so did Alex who let me maneuver so I could accommodate them both. I took in that familiar taste and slender girth alongside Alex’s thicker piece. Not entirely natural angles for their erections as their wincing smiles at each other made apparent. Bliss, the cock in my pussy and the double helping in my mouth. Proud of Tim, holding his own with these experts, I was surprised when he withdrew. Alec looked briefly puzzled too. I guessed Tim wanted to try a few more things in the little time left.

Greg was increasing the pace and friction in my hot sucking cunt. Tim reached and fingered my clit with quick movements, bringing me a spasming climax. Greg felt it, went into overdrive as I jetted juice out over his balls and pubes. Tim cried out, his semen flying thick and fast to warmly splat on my shaking tits. Greg’s greater squirting felt half a yard inside me. I gripped Alex’s straining thighs and lost count of the sweet-scented spoonfuls he dumped an inch or two past my tongue.

I good minute before Greg and Alex pulled awesome lengths of slick meat free of my body. They collapsed against me. Tim wasn’t nearly so wasted. He went out and returned with bottles of water. We sat up and drank.

‘Fuckin’ crowded in here,’ Greg said. True—and it seemed insanely funny. We laughed loud and long. Faint voices from outside, surely overcoming inhibitions and commenting on the noise of our ecstatic fucking and its aftermath. Far from caring, I still felt horny enough to envision a short rest and then the whole business again, with variations, and Tim of course, out on the grass.

With a lazy stretch of my limbs, I looked at Tim with sympathy. ‘I don’t want to say, “I told you so”, Tim, but . . .’

He smiled, looked sheepish. ‘Sorry I lost my cool earlier. You know me better than I know myself.’

After dressing, we went to the shower block and cleaned up then walked for a while up the lake. Later we ate and drank in the pub. Yokels at the bar ogled me and plainly envied the boys, a sixth sense telling them what we’d been doing that afternoon and that the night to come would be just as filthy.

More so, as it proved. All my holes came into play as I’d originally wanted. Possibilities inherent in foursome fucking kept suggesting themselves. When we finally collapsed in exhaustion, Alex said we’d ‘only scratched the surface’—a significant underestimation of our antics, I thought, but I knew what he meant.

We slept and when I awoke, the sun was out again. I was alone in the tent. I quickly got dressed and went outside.

Tim was talking to Alex and Greg by their white van. They came across.

I was hurt at first. They embraced me one at a time. Tim said he’d decided to throw in his lot with the guys and their quest to find other girls as “amazing” as I had been. Tim had my number and promised they’d visit me before summer ended and I went to university.

I knew it was over between Tim and me—and in the nicest possible way.

Once they’d driven off in the creaking van I was at a loss—until about half an hour later. A car bumped into the field and parked in the spot vacated by Alex and Greg. Three fit, good looking lads, about my age I guessed, began erecting a tent. I was in the same revealing gear as yesterday. I lounged back in one of the canvas chairs and crossed my legs.

It didn’t take them long to notice me.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

When he heard the dull clink of the mailbox lid dropping back down, Adam Blaine strolled to his front door, opened it and retrieved the contents the postman had left behind. Two pieces of junk mail, a bill and a large manilla envelope made up the day’s delivery. The manilla envelope was addressed to him. Tossing the other mail aside, Adam reflected that he was glad he took the day off from work. With his wife safely out of the house at her own job, he could examine the contents of the envelope at his leisure. Adam sat down in his recliner, tore open the envelope and retrieved a rather lengthy letter. It read:

“Dear Mr. Blaine,

Enclosed, you will find the prints from the three rolls of film that I took two nights ago. Per your instructions, I used black and white film. I don’t understand why you wanted black and white, rather than color, but I followed your instructions to the letter.

I find the prints have a grainy quality that almost heightens the illicit nature of what is taking place. Why you would want to put yourself through seeing these is beyond me. Two or three pictures would be sufficient for an uncontested divorce in any court of law. Yet you were adamant that I take thirty six. You are a glutton for punishment Mr. Blaine.

But I digress.

Two nights ago, on the night the pictures were taken, I followed your wife when she left the house. I was parked one half block down and on a side street and I followed at a safe distance. At first, I thought the evening was going to be a bust because your wife did indeed go where she told you she was going. It was the sports bar over on Seventh Avenue. After about fifteen minutes though, she left the bar with a tall man with a tan complexion. balgat escort He appeared to be between the ages of twenty five and thirty. He got into her vehicle and they drove away. Again, I followed at a safe distance.

We drove about ten minutes to a residential area on the west side of town. Taking note of the driveway they turned into, I drove past and was lucky enough to find an apartment complex a few blocks down. I parked my sedan and moved back down the street on foot and staying in the shadows. I carried my camera around my neck and an assortment of lenses in my jacket pockets.

As I neared the house, a car approached and I had to duck behind a hedge. A tall man with longish hair, maybe 30 to 35 hurried up the sidewalk and entered the front door without knocking.

I stationed myself below the living room window, crouching slightly, so as not to be seen. The house behind me was dark and the driveway empty. I felt safe in assuming that no one was home. Nothing but a thick stand of evergreen trees stood behind the house that your wife had entered, so staying concealed was not as large a problem as I had anticipated. I was able to lean against the trunk of a large tree on the south side of the house and look directly into the living room. I chalk it up to either sheer luck on my part or sheer stupidity on theirs, but the curtains remained open the entire time.

Now comes the part of my job that I take no pleasure in, but I must relate everything, just as it happened. Inside the house, your wife, the man she left the bar with, the man who arrived last, and a stocky, curly haired man who was presumably the owner of the house all stripped out of their clothes. batıkent escort As I focused my camera inside the living room, and began clicking pictures, my stomach sank. Mr. Blaine, I hope you’ll forgive me for saying so, but your wife is the most shameless harlot I have ever had the misfortune to encounter.

The prints, although grainy, show in great detail your wife engaging in oral, vaginal and anal penetration with all three men, both in succession and often simultaneously. You will note that none of the men used condoms. Far from being concerned about this, you wife seems to take great pleasure in this fact.

I am by no means a prude, Mr. Blaine, but I seriously question the complete lack of morals your wife exhibited that night. To say nothing of her three “lovers”. I put that word in quotations to show that I am using it sarcastically. The depraved and prurient actions that took place there that night can hardly be considered anything less than animalistic.

And the sanitary concerns! I was sickened as I watched not one or two, but all three men take turns engaging in anal sex with your wife, pulling out and finishing in her mouth. I feel ill just thinking about it.

Your wife also was very intent on letting the men double penetrate her. When one man climaxed inside her, he would pull out and the third would take his place. They rotated in this way for quite some time.

When they finally finished, nearly four hours later by my watch, you wife looked as if she was drenched in semen. The last few pictures I took clearly show her condition when her lust was finally sated. All four people in question retired upstairs. As they returned downstairs to the beşevler escort living room one by one, it became readily apparent that they’d all showered away any evidence of their decadent actions. But they didn’t know about me.

In closing, may I say that I’ve never seen anything like what happened in there, Mr. Blaine, and I hope I never have to again. The hurt, betrayal and jealousy you must feel are more than any man should have to bear.

You have my sincerest condolences. You asked me to do a job and I did it. I’m sorry you had to see these prints. I wish you the best of luck in your divorce.

Sincerely,

Mike Nabors

Jensen Investigation Services”

Adam Blaine read the private investigator’s letter carefully. Then he slowly and deliberately looked at all thirty-six prints. He gazed at each one for almost a minute. Then he sat down at his computer and began to type. He wrote:

“Dear Mr. Nabors-

Enclosed please find a money order for the balance of your fee, as we agreed upon when I retained your services.

Thank you very much for your professionalism and attention to detail. I appreciate you honoring my wish for black and white film. The prints are exactly what I was looking for.

As for my specifying thirty-six prints, that was rather symbolic. You see, two days ago was my thirty-sixth birthday. I had a feeling my wife might do something special and it turns out I was right.

Thank you for your time for a job well done!

Kindest regards,

Adam Blaine

P.S. Why would I want a divorce?”

Adam sealed the envelope and went back to the pictures. He loved pornography. His favorite magazines were the expensive ones that often featured double and triple penetrations. And for his birthday, his wife had arranged for Adam to have one starring her, custom made. All Adam needed to do was supply the photographer. Adam sighed contentedly, looking at his wife playing porn slut print by print, and began to stroke.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This is a story about a seven day rafting trip down the Grand Canyon and how an innocent mistake on a pitch black night sparked a chain of events that led three couples on a journey of sexual discovery.

*****

DAY 1: Launch

As we stood at the launch point at Lee’s Ferry, ready to begin our seven day rafting adventure down the Colorado River and through the heart of the Grand Canyon, I surveyed the group we’d be spending the next week with. There was of course my wife, Ady (short for Adrienne), who was looking both incredibly beautiful and very apprehensive. While I’d grown up rafting, hiking, fishing, camping, she’d never really done any of those things. It was only the enthusiasm of our other friends, Lori in particular, that had eventually persuaded her to agree to this trip. We had come with two other couples who were close friends of ours, Jason and Allyson and John and Lori. Both couples lived near us and had kids similar to ours in age. Five out of the six of us (everyone but Ady) had either recently turned 40 or would within the next year, and this trip was how we chose to celebrate. None of us had ever been away from our kids for this long and it had been a long time since any of us had attempted a vacation this ambitious.

We were part of a larger group of 10 couples who would be split among two rafts, with two river guides on each. We had agreed that if we were going to do this without our own kids, we didn’t want to be around anyone else’s either. The package we eventually signed up for was billed as a “couples only” trek, geared for people who were in reasonably good shape and capable of long hikes, canyoneering, and other more advanced outdoorsy activity. As I surveyed the people around us, it became clear that we were actually on the older side. Most people looked to be in their 20s or, at most, early 30s, though there was one couple that was clearly older, probably late 40s.

The four guides were all very young, college age or thereabouts. And in keeping with the theme of the trip, they too were “couples” – one man, one woman per boat – though I doubted they were actually romantically involved. They all wore khaki colored button up shirts with short sleeves, with the tour company logo on the front. It made them all look a little like scout leaders. As we gathered by the two rafts, one of the guides, a guy with long black hair and scruffy facial hair who looked like the lead singer of a 90s grunge band, addressed the group.

“Hi everyone, my name is Arlo,” he spoke in a very calm, friendly voice, “I’m going to be one of your guides on this adventure. This here is Samantha.” He motioned toward the short, red-haired guide standing to his right. “But you can call her Sam. She’s my copilot and is also one helluva good camp cook. You’re lucky to have her on this trip.” Sam was strikingly pretty in a pixie-ish sort of way, very petite and fit looking. She waved and smiled.

Arlo continued, “and this big guy over here is Tom. He’ll be captaining the other raft.” He motioned toward a tall, well-muscled man with wavy brown hair and a beard. The guy reminded me of Magnum PI. “Tom is from New Zealand and can teach you all sorts of cool Kiwi phrases.”

“Right you are,” Tom said with a very pronounced Kiwi accent and a broad smile.

“And to Tom’s right is Serena, who, in addition to being an experienced river guide, is a world class rock-climber and canyoneering expert. She’ll be leading most of the side excursions.” Serena, who I would later learn was of Filipino descent, took a step forward and waved to the group. She too was very attractive, with darkish skin and long black hair pulled back in a tight pony tail. All four of the guides looked to be in incredible physical shape.

Arlo continued, “we’ve got a whole bunch of rules and safety tips to go over before we actually get on the rafts, but before we get into all of that, there’s one thing I want say to the whole group. This is a long trip and it’s one without a lot of privacy. I know. I’ve done it dozens of times now. We’re going to be sleeping out under the stars, bathing in the river, and generally spending a whole lot of time in close proximity to one another, whether it’s on the rafts, in camp, or on the various side hikes we’ll be doing. You’re going to get to know the people around you very well before this is done, and that’s great. This is a helluva bonding experience. But it’s hot out there this time of year. And there are no walls. No changing rooms. No showers or baths. And with no kids around, I think you’ll soon find that modesty is one of the first things to go. I’d encourage you to embrace that and not let it bother you. We’re all adults here. We know what adult bodies look like. And you’ll have a better time if you’re not too self-conscious all the time.”

I glanced briefly at Ady. She looked even more apprehensive than she had before. She wasn’t a shy person. In fact, she was very outgoing. But she had never been the type to dress in skimpy clothes or show much skin. This trip was going to be a real test for her.

…

It was late July, so by mid-morning, büyükesat escort it was already roasting hot out on the river and most of us had peeled off several layers of clothes. The women had generally stripped down to tank tops, and in some cases, bikini tops. Among the latter group was Allyson, who had, over the past few years, become one of Ady’s closest friends. Ady and Allyson had very similar figures. Both were about 5’4” and very slender and fit. But where Ady was naturally olive-skinned, with long curly brown hair, Allyson had milky white skin and jet black hair, which she had pulled back into twin pigtails, like a schoolgirl, a look I’d never seen from her before. She, like Ady, was very attractive and could pass for much younger than her actual age. She was wearing a bright blue bikini top that showed plenty of cleavage (her breasts were quite a bit bigger than Ady’s). As she was sitting right in front of me on the raft, it took considerable effort not to get caught staring at her chest, even with the remarkable scenery all around me.

The rafts were large pontoon style boats with a motor in back that was manned at all times by one of the guides, so there was no need for us to paddle or otherwise assist in the navigation of the rapids. We sat along the pontoons on either side. Lori, John’s wife, was on the opposite side of the raft from me. She, like Ady, had not yet stripped down to her bathing suit, though it was visible underneath her white tank top. We called her “Kelly Ripa” behind her back because, in addition to the physical resemblance, she was an energizer bunny of woman, the kind of person who ran eight miles a day and somehow had enough time and energy leftover to be in everyone’s business all the time. She, of course, had been the one who came up with the idea of doing this trip and had then browbeat all the rest of us into coming along. But as annoying as I sometimes found her, I had to give her this much; she too was a very good looking woman who kept herself in fantastic physical shape. She had her straight blond hair tied back in a neat braid, and she was wearing a tiny pair of jogging shorts that showed off every possible inch of her well-toned legs.

NIGHT 1: Open Sky

By the time we pulled the rafts onto the bank to make camp for the night, any apprehension I’d had about the trip was gone. Between the beauty of the river and the canyon, on the one hand, and the women around me, on the other, I was almost euphoric. It was the perfect antidote to the daily grind, the tedious routine of work and family life. I felt more alive than I had in a very long time.

And I could tell that Ady was in a similarly euphoric mood. It took her a while to loosen up, but by mid afternoon, when an intense water gun fight had broken out between the two rafts in the middle of the river, Ady had been one of the more aggressive and vocal combatants, all the while wearing nothing but her bikini top and shorts. I hadn’t seen her so loose and carefree in a long time.

But that was out on the river. As we walked along the bank, looking for a place to set up our cots for the night, I could see some of her earlier apprehension returning. She’d never really been camping before, much less slept outside under the open sky. But it was a beautiful, warm night and there were no mosquitos or any other kind of biting bugs in the canyon to worry about. We eventually found a spot in the sand with some bushes on either side that provided some small buffer between us and others couples’ cots.

As I lay there on my cot, much later that night, staring up at the beautiful starry sky, I suddenly found myself with a powerful erection. It was as if all of the images of beautiful, bikini-clad women from earlier in the day suddenly caught up with me all at once. And then it dawned on me just how difficult it was going to be to have any sex on this trip. Truth be told, I had wondered about this very question for months prior to the trip, but it had been hard for me to picture exactly what the sleeping situation would be like. But now that I was here, and saw what it was actually like, the logistics seemed daunting. There was just very little physical separation between us and the various couples in our vicinity. And between the light of the stars and the crescent moon overhead, there was enough visibility to at least make out the silhouettes of the people a few cots over. And even if it were darker, there were still the sounds to worry about. While the flow of the river provided some amount of background white noise, it wasn’t enough to drown out the creaking of cots whenever anyone nearby moved.

Getting Ady to fool around under these conditions was going to be hard. But I wasn’t about to give up. My erection would just have to wait. With that thought, I closed my eyes and eventually fell asleep.

At one point, in the middle of the night, I awoke to what I thought were giggles and the creaking of cots somewhere in the camp. But the sounds were faint and the source not particularly close to us. I tried to listen for a bit but eventually gave up and went çankaya escort back to sleep.

DAY 2: Birthday Suits

The next morning, I awoke near the crack of dawn, badly needing to urinate. We had been told it was okay to pee directly into the river (that doing so was actually preferred by the park service, for sanitary reasons, to peeing in the bushes), so I stumbled down to a portion of the bank away from any cots and let loose. As I was peeing, I began to wake up a little more and suddenly realized that two people were standing knee high in the water about 30 feet upstream. It was a man and woman, and I immediately noticed that both were naked. They were both bent over and splashing the cold river water over themselves, clearly attempting to bathe as best they could under the circumstances. It took me a moment to recognize that the man was Arlo and the woman was his fellow guide, Sam. Sam looked absolutely stunning in the dawn light, water glistening on her small, firm breasts and tight little ass.

Before I really had time to process what I was seeing, both of them had glanced over in my direction and casually waved at me, neither showing even the slightest self-consciousness about being seen naked or concern that my cock was hanging out in full view. I waved back awkwardly as I used my other hand to finish peeing and pull up my shorts. Arlo really wasn’t kidding about modesty being the first thing to go. They’d clearly done this trip dozens of times and just didn’t give a shit anymore. I wondered if the rest of us would be like that by the end of the week.

…

After breakfast, we set out again on the river and soon hit our first major rapids of the day, House Rock Rapids. It was the biggest one we’d hit so far on the trip, a seven on the canyon’s ten point scale, and was exhilarating to go through.

By late morning, we stopped to make a short hike up a narrow side canyon called North Canyon. While the canyon walls were very narrow, the sun happened to be directly above us, so there was little shade to be had the entire hike. By the time we arrived at our destination, a beautiful reflecting pool fed by a small creek, we were all sweaty and hot. I was staring up at the canyon walls, snapping a few pictures, when I heard the first splash. I looked around to see that both Arlo and Tom, our intrepid captains, had jumped into the pool to cool off. Both were shirtless, having apparently stripped down before jumping in. The reflecting pool wasn’t particularly large, just big enough for a handful of people to dunk themselves in at any one time. As Tom pulled himself out, he said “come on, folks, don’t be shy. You’re gonna want to take a dunk in here before we hike back down in that sun.”

“Easy for you to say,” replied a woman named Kara, with curly blonde hair, who I’d met briefly the night before, “not all of us can just take off our shirts.”

“Nonsense,” countered Tom, “we’re all adults here. Sam, Serena, am I right?” As he said this, both Sam and Serena were in the process of stripping down. Serena was wearing a bikini underneath her shorts and guide shirt, but it soon became apparent that Sam was not. Under her shorts, she was wearing just panties, and when she unbuttoned her guide shirt, the sight of her bare breasts left most of the group stunned. I personally would have been floored had I not already seen her naked just hours earlier. Ady squeezed my arm and I could sense the “oh my god” reaction she was having.

But before long, almost everyone, man and woman alike, was stripping down and dunking themselves in the pool. Ady, Lori, and Allyson all had the foresight to wear their bathing suits under their clothes, but several of the other women did not. Two of them chose to jump in with just their bras and panties on, and I couldn’t help myself from staring at their water-soaked, see-through garments as they emerged from the pool. One woman with very short brown hair and a pierced nose – who I later learned was named Amy – stripped down completely naked before jumping in and didn’t seem the slightest bit shy about it. She was very tan all over, with no obvious tan lines, so I figured this was not her first time going au naturale. Her breasts were full and round, a real sight to behold.

I was one of the last to jump in and as I was treading water in the pool, I watched as Kara, the curly blonde who’d asked Tom the question, quickly pulled off her tank top and hopped in. She, like Sam, had no bra or bikini on under her shirt, which explained her initial reluctance. And I could tell that, unlike Amy or Sam, she was very self-conscious about being naked, which was why she had waited until almost everyone had already headed back down the trail. But she had no reason to be embarrassed. She had a nice body; her breasts, like Ady’s, were on the small side, but not everyone could have Allyson’s breasts. I smiled at her while trying not to look like I was ogling her naked body. On my way out of the pool, I tried to hide my semi-erection.

On the hike back down to the rafts, with images of beautiful, naked women still dancing cebeci escort through my mind, I wondered again how and if I would ever get any intimate time with Ady on this trip.

I needn’t have worried.

NIGHT 2: Moaning in the Night

That night was one I won’t soon forget. At some point during dinner, a bank of clouds rolled in. I didn’t think much of it at the time, as I was busy chatting and getting to know the various people in our group. Most of us sat around a collection of electric lanterns in the common area of the camp until well after dinner, drinking alcohol and laughing and telling stories. It wasn’t until Ady and I wandered off to brush our teeth and use the bathroom (there were two camp toilets set up in strategic locations around the campsite) that I realized just how dark it had become. Between the high canyon walls and the cloud cover, there was absolutely no natural light. With my flashlight off, I couldn’t see my own hand in front of me.

Twenty minutes later, virtually everyone, including us, had made their way to their cots and the camp had grown quiet. I was starting to doze off when I heard it. It was the sound of a cot nearby creaking with a consistent rhythm. I focused on the sound. It continued, for much too long to be someone merely tossing and turning. We soon got confirmation of our suspicions in the form of a woman moaning. There was no question that a couple was having sex, and they couldn’t have been more than 20 feet from us. Ady rolled over onto her side, touched my arm, and whispered “oh my god” into my ear.

“I know,” was all I said back, as I reached inside my sleeping bag and grasped my rapidly growing cock. The sounds grew louder and the moans and vocalizations more frequent. I couldn’t tell from the voice who the woman was, other than it wasn’t Lori or Allyson. But whoever it was was building toward a spectacular orgasm, and it was enormously arousing to listen to. I couldn’t help but stroke my cock.

I wasn’t doing it for long when I felt the top of my sleeping back being pulled down. Ady’s hand grabbed ahold of my cock and took over. Moments later, the woman belted out “oh god, oh god, oh god” before trailing off, clearly in the throes of an orgasm. Ady stopped stroking my cock to listen, whispering “holy shit” in my ear. “Who do you think that was?” she finally asked.

“No idea,” I whispered back, trying to hide my disappointment that it was over. But no sooner had the sounds of the mystery couple died down than more sounds began, this time on the other side of us. More creaking of cots. More heavy breathing. And then there was more noise, coming from a wholly different direction. Over the next few minutes, sounds of sex slowly emerged from all over the camp. It was as if everyone had, all at once, realized the kind anonymity the cloudless sky provided and was determined to make the most of the opportunity.

Ady and I were no different. I felt her climb onto my cot. She must have taken her shorts and panties off while we were listening because, as soon as she was straddling me, I felt her guide my cock into her already very wet pussy. She gasped audibly as I entered her and within seconds was rocking up and down on my cock and kissing me furiously, our cot creaking loudly with every movement. After a few minutes, she began to moan and sigh loudly. I sat up and gently lifted off her tank top, followed by my own shirt. It was so dark that I still couldn’t really see anything. But we were now completely naked, our sweaty bodies sliding against each other in the warm pitch black night, and all around us were the sounds of other couples having sex. It was completely intoxicating and surreal.

At one point it dawned on me that Jason and Allyson, who had set up their cots less than ten feet to our right, were making loud slapping sounds. While I couldn’t see them, I pictured Allyson getting fucked doggy-style and it was almost too much too take. The sounds were so loud throughout the camp that I was pretty certain every couple there was engaged in some kind of sexual act. It was like a Roman orgy in the dark.

Ady was clearly incredibly turned on by the whole experience. She was never the most vocal lover, usually only making any real noise toward the very end, as she neared climax. But this was different. She was moaning and sighing loudly from the beginning, with an occasion “oh god” thrown in for good measure. Eventually, she seemed to completely lose control and started bucking her hips frantically. When she finally came, she nearly screamed. And the funny thing was, her scream barely stood out amidst the sounds everyone else was making around us.

Once she was done, I flipped us over until I was on top of her and drove my cock into her hard and fast until I came as well. For a quite a while thereafter, we just lay there, panting and catching our breath as we listened to the sounds of people coming all around us. I was particularly focused on Allyson’s voice, which was close by and easy to recognize. When she finally came, she squealed “oh god, I’m coming, Jase,” and I suddenly felt my erection return. Ady felt it too, and she responded by rolling over onto her side, facing away from me and sticking her ass out toward me. Within seconds, I had turned on my side and my cock was back inside her, my chest pressed against her sweaty back and my arm wrapped around her, fondling her breasts.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The phone call to my boyfriend was not going well. I was fuming, but still John kept stumbling through his excuses.

“I’m sorry Cathy, but I just won’t be able to make it down for my birthday. I really have to study some more for the next exam. It’s in 4 weeks,” he tried to explain, unsuccessfully, over the phone.

“But John, I’ve got a very special birthday present for you. I have spent a lot time preparing it,” I complained.

“I don’t have enough time to come all the way over there for the weekend. There really is too much work to do.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” I said temptingly.

“I’m sure it’s great, but it’ll have to wait till the end of semester.”

“All right. I suppose I’ll see you then, John,” I concluded.

We said our good-byes and hung up. I was still annoyed that he could not take time off. Even though it was probably not all his fault. Going to college several hundred miles away must have been hard for him. It was just that I have planned everything perfectly for his little birthday party. I called up the restaurant and cancelled the booking. What a waste.

Still in a bad mood, left my bedroom and went downstairs.

“Hi Cathy. What are we going to have for dinner?” said Michael, one of my flatmates.

“I honesty don’t give a damn,” I snapped back.

“What’s wrong with you?” asked Andrew, my other flatmate.

“Oh, nothing. John can’t make it down for his birthday this weekend.” I replied.

“Ah, I see. Does this mean that Andrew and I don’t have to clear out this Saturday?”

That last comment reminded me yet again of how much trouble I went to for John. It wasn’t an easy job to convince those two to vacate the apartment and avoid any embarrassing questions.

“Look, Mike and I were thinking of going out for Thai food tonight. Want to come along? It might make you feel better,” asked Andrew nicely.

“Yeah, OK. Why not,” I sulked, still dejected.

We set off to the restaurant, which wasn’t far. Mike insisted that we stop off at the local bar for a drink or two. While they had a couple of beers and talked to some of the regulars, I sat quietly in the corner nursing a glass of sauvignon blanc. I never did like the bar that much: it was mostly full of losers, smelled of stale beer and you almost had to wade through the smoke. Being in a bad mood did not make me see this place in a better light.

My mind wandered off, and of course my thoughts turned to John. I had got a table at an impossible to book restaurant for Saturday. After that, we were to return to the empty apartment. Once at home, I would turn on the stereo, which I had prepared with some sexy music. Then I would seductively take off of my coat and dress (I had been practicing the art of stripping for many weeks) revealing what I had been wearing underneath all night. Of course, I had that all prepared too. I had bought a tight, black corset which had suspenders on the bottom end. Of course, I would wear sheer black stocking to highlight my beautiful legs. And as I peeled off my little black panties, he would have seen that I had especially shaved my pussy for him. After that, it would be getting down to the real fun. Thinking about this, I became horny, but at the same time very frustrated at what could have been this weekend. It was a waste of a really great birthday present.

They finally noticed that I wasn’t having as much fun as they were and we set off for the food, at last. It was a good place, despite being a small suburban restaurant. The dinner certainly didn’t disappoint tonight, with a fine selection of curries, seafood and salad dishes. Andrew was right: the meal was starting to cheer me up. However, I did not know whether it was the food or the bottle of wine that we had consumed during the course of the meal.

I was starting to get more talkative as I brightened (or was it the alcohol?). The conversation inevitably turned to John’s birthday. The guys were obviously curious as to why I had requested them to be out while John was back in town. Mike, ever the wise-guy, was suggesting some pretty crazy scenarios. Eventually, I gave them the briefest idea of what I had in mind. I didn’t want to tell them everything for obvious reasons, but I had to satisfy their curiosity, otherwise they would be badgering me all night, especially Mike.

Well filled with our meal, we walked home. We were not long in the apartment when Mike produced another half empty bottle of wine.

“We should finish this one as well. I opened it yesterday,” he said.

I knew I should have gone to bed, but I was just beginning to enjoy myself. Against my better judgment, I agreed to help him finish off the bottle. Andrew looked tired as well, but together we cajoled him into joining us.

It didn’t take long for the conversation to get down into the gutter again, Mike being especially smutty. Eventually, when we had run out of dirty jokes, we just laid back in the sofas, not saying much. I was about to retire ankara rus escort to my room when Mike spoke up again.

“Cathy, why don’t you show us this little act of yours?” leered Mike. “And don’t forget the costume!”

My senses were a bit dulled from my tiredness and inebriation, so at first, the significance of what Mike said did not sink in. Then, as the words registered, I dismissed it as another one of his off-hand remarks. But then I thought ‘why not?’. I had gone to all this trouble to get these clothes and had prepared my moves for so long, it really was a waste. Besides, I thought it would be useful to get these guys’ opinion as to whether they thought John would be turned on by it.

“Yeah, OK,” I finally said after a long pause.

The two guys looked at each other. I think they were more surprised than me at this decision. I left them in a state of shock as I went upstairs to change.

Hurriedly, I took off all my clothes and put on my corset. It was more difficult than I first thought as it laced up the back. As well as I could, I tightened the laces and tied the top of the skimpy garment. Because the corset did not cover my breasts, I put on a bra (this was an item of clothing that I had planned to omit for the real birthday surprise). I chose a nice, lacy underwire number which John said enhanced my cleavage. I slipped on the stockings and fiddled with the suspenders for a bit before I felt I had attached them just right. I changed by panties to a racier pair, a black lace number that suited the bra. Then I put on the pair of shiny black stiletto high heel pumps that I had also bought especially for the occasion. I admired myself in the full length mirror in my room, turning around several times.

“Perfect,” I said to myself. “If this doesn’t turn ’em on, I don’t know what will.”

I then decided what to put on top. I settled on a crisp white blouse teamed with a short black skirt that ended a few inches above my knees. The skirt complemented my lovely calves and shoes perfectly. I topped the whole thing off with a matching black jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror again and I liked the look. Neat and clean, almost business-like. I liked the way it contrasted with what it was hiding.

I teetered down the stairs, careful not to trip in those stilettos, which had a higher and thinner heel than I was used to. They made sharp, clicking noises as they struck the hard wood of the stairs. The two of them turned around as they heard me approaching. I was sure Mike was trying to look up my skirt as I descended and I laughed at his almost unconscious reflex.

I went over to the stereo and bent over to turn it on. I could almost feel their eyes on my round behind. A slow instrumental piece started up and I readied myself for the show.

At first, I was very embarrassed and self-conscious. I had never done this sort of thing before, not for John, and certainly not in front of two male flatmates. However, as I swayed slowly, I began to relax. I danced around by myself for another couple of minutes or so.

Eventually, I took off the jacket, sliding it slowly off my shoulder. Then, I deliberately undid the buttons of my blouse one by one. Soon, the front of the blouse was open, revealing the bra. I teased them for a bit, half taking off, then putting on the blouse. Suddenly, I whipped it off, spun it above my head and flung it across the room. I twirled around a bit more, making sure I shook my chest to add emphasis to my already prominent breasts.

I was really getting into my performance now. I was also beginning to feel more and more horny as I progressed: the sexy music, the naughty clothes, the obvious appreciation of my audience, my unusually slutty behavior. A familiar tingling feeling between my thighs was beginning.

I unzipped the skirt and let it fall around my ankles as the music was coming to an end. I left my bra, panties and corset on (they were my flatmates, after all). I had just enough time to turn around a couple to times to show off the fantastic outfit before striking my final pose, head flung back in abandon and one hand raised in the air in triumph. As I stood there, I hoped the two of them did not notice the damp patch starting to soak through my panties.

As they started to applaud, I turned to them and smiled broadly.

“So you liked it then?” I asked.

“Oh yes!”, “Brilliant”, “Encore”, “That John sure is one lucky bastard” came the replies. More accolades came as I enjoyed my first standing ovation, bowing deeply several times and generally hamming it up.

The clapping died down and Andrew sat back down again. Mike, however, remained standing. He stared at me for a few seconds and then said: “Well then, are you going to show us the rest of your act?”

My first reaction was shock. I could feel my face become red. I had never thought of my flatmates in a sexual way before, even though neither was unattractive. I knew that Mike tried to make ankara türbanlı escort himself out as a real ladies man, but I had seen him trying to pick up girls at the bar and I knew he was never as successful as he tried to pretend. He was sort of a sheep in wolf’s clothing. He was even kind of cute in his klutziness with women. Andrew was different to Mike. He was the quieter and the more sensitive of the two. He was more like a brother to me.

However, I was now in a very aroused state, probably more than I had ever been before in my life. My heart was racing and I could feel my hands shaking slightly. The hot feeling between my legs was becoming a stronger by each second. I gave them a sly little smile and wordlessly undid my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms.

Their jaws dropped in unison as my firm, round breasts were freed from their restraint. My nipples were so hard and erect that they were hurting. The two of them looked a bit silly with their mouths wide open. Neither one moved or said anything. I wondered to myself whether they were still breathing.

Since they weren’t going to do anything, I made my move. I strutted over to Mike who was still standing there. The high heels made my breasts jiggle slightly and I could see both pairs of eyes following them. I could also hear a faint, squishing noises emanating from my private parts.

I reached Mike and put both my hands on his shoulders. It took a while, but he eventually got the hint and kneeled down on the ground. I wasn’t satisfied with this and I pushed him back until he was lying down. I walked around until I was facing his feet and standing right over his face. I got down on my knees and slowly lowered myself until my pussy was almost touching his mouth. He began to pant and I could feel his hot breath through my sheer panties. I stayed there, not quite touching him, taking pleasure in this near contact.

Suddenly, he grabbed both my hips and pulled my down, forcing my now soaked twat onto his opened mouth. Involuntarily, I let out a gasp as he kissed and licked and sucked me through the material. I started to wriggle around, grinding my pelvis into his face. I could hear loud slurping noises from Mike as her tried to dislodge my panties with his mouth and taste my swollen folds directly. Eventually, he gave up and just tried flicking my clit with his tongue.

As good as this felt, it wasn’t enough for me in my hyper-aroused state. While he continued to lick my pussy, I bent forwards and undid his pants, pushing them as far down as possible. Out sprang his dick, about as long as John’s, but slightly wider. I sniffed the sweet smell of his pubic hair, but resisted the temptation to take his penis into my mouth at once. There was a large drop of pre-cum of the tip of his head, and I knew just what to use it for. I smeared the thick, clear liquid around his head with my fingers, making sure it was nice and slippery.

The attention to his penis made him cease his ministrations with his mouth and he also relaxed his grip on my hips. This allowed me to stand up and finally take my soaked panties off. I flung them lazily to the side and turned around to face him. I stood over my flatmate in near nakedness, my bare pussy framed in the corset, suspenders and stockings.

“Mmmm, nice. I never knew you shaved down there.”

I knelt down again, this time positioning hips over his. I reached behind me and grasped his thick manhood, guiding it until it just touched the entrance of my hole. I moved his dick around the outside for a while, teasing him by almost putting it in, then raising my hips at the last moment. Eventually, this became too much for him to stand and he again grabbed my hips with his sturdy hands and pulled me down.

I was suddenly impaled on his shaft, the abundance of our combined lubrication ensuring that he was buried to the hilt on the first thrust. I let out a loud, high pitched yell as I felt the walls of my pussy stretch to accommodate this sudden invasion.

“Oh yeah!” said Mike. “You’re so hot in there.”

“Mmmmm, and you feel so big,” I moaned as I rode his cock cowgirl style.

He began to rock his pelvis slightly, causing his dick to slide in and out. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth wider with this new sensation. “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” I grunted with each little thrust.

We were now getting into a rhythm, Mike thrusting as hard as he could against the floor while I humped him back from the top. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed some movement. I looked over and I saw Andrew with his dick out of his pants. He was stroking it slowly.

A wicked idea popped into my head and I called Andrew over to us. At first, he was hesitant, but he eventually walked over after taking off his clothes. He stopped and stood near Mike’s head and I had to motion him closer until I finally held his penis in my hand.

I regarded the tip and the large drop of clear, glistening liquid upon it. I bahçelievler escort stuck out my tongue and licked it off. The exquisite, salty taste of pre-cum always made me feel incredible turned-on, and now was certainly no exception. I pumped my hips harder down on Mike’s cock as I opened my mouth wide and took Andrew in. The pungent smell of pubic hair filled my nose.

I had always enjoyed sucking my boyfriend’s cock, but this was such an incredible new experience. I was gorging myself on one piece of meat while another large dick was sliding in and out of my saturated pussy at the same time. I was getting stuffed at both ends – I had never felt anything like it before!

Even though I could not fit the whole of Andrew’s cock in my mouth, I sucked and slurped for all I was worth while caressing the base of his shaft with my hand. I must have done a good job, because Andrew came first, squirting thick strong cream into my mouth and grunting incomprehensibly. I savored each stringy mouthful on my tongue before eagerly swallowing it. However, he pumped out a lot more semen than I expected and I couldn’t swallow it all. Some of it dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin.

The taste of cum in my mouth pushed me over the edge and I felt the beginnings of a huge orgasm. I released Andrew’s cock and opened my mouth wide. “Oh yes. Oh God. Ah, ahh, AHHHH!” I screamed.

My pussy began to contract rhythmically. This massaged Mike’s dick tightly, and this added stimulus made him come too. He gripped my hips tightly and thrust deeply one last time. I felt his hot cum splash against my cervix, my vaginal muscles milking every last drop out of his pulsating shaft.

After resting for a couple of minutes, I lifted myself off Mike’s now softening rod and rolled over onto my back next to him. I wiped the residual semen off my chin with my fingers and licked it off, careful not to waste any of the delicious nectar. I was wallowing in that “just fucked” glow when I felt a pair of hands scoop me up. The next thing I knew, Andrew had deposited me on the dining table, my bottom hanging over the edge.

Evidently, Andrew had not had enough. He lifted my legs high in the air and plunged in. I was so wet by this stage that hardly felt it go in. He continued to thrust in and out for a while, holding my legs apart by the ankles. I suspect, however, that he too was feeling the lack of friction, for he soon pulled out. He pulled me off the table and onto my feet. I turned around and leaned over the table, presenting my ass high in the air. He firmly spread my legs apart, and I had to rebalance myself on the spike heeled shoes.

Andrew entered again, this time from behind, making me squeal in delight. His hands gripped my hips tightly, allowing him to push in deep and hard. Each thrust was accompanied by squelching noises as well as the slap of his thighs on my behind.

Mike had almost recovered and stood in front of me at the other end of the table. He put his half erect dick into my mouth, but Andrew was pumping me so hard from behind that I couldn’t perform a really good blow job. Mike’s cock was erect in no time, probably due more to the show he was being treated to than any skill on my part.

Andrew’s pace picked up and I knew what was about to happen. He let out a loud grunt, his penis started to pulsate deep inside me. Then I felt him dump his load for what seemed like half a minute. I closed my eyes, enjoying this second injection into my pussy. I was now so filled with cum that it was running down the insides of my thighs and soaking the tops of my stockings. There were even some drops on my feet and shoes.

Of course, by this time I had completely abandoned sucking on Mike’s penis. Not to be thwarted, he had been jerking off whilst watching the two of us. I opened my eyes just in time to see the first long string emerge from the tip of his head. It arced though the air and landed on my right cheek. Instinctively, I turned away, but of course it just kept coming. Soon, a sweet smelling river of sperm was running down the side of my face. A great amount of it had also landed through my hair. I felt so wonderfully dirty, almost covered from head to toe with thick, sticky cream.

Andrew apologized for making such a mess (he needn’t have, really), and helped me wipe off most of it with some tissues. I cleaned my corset and shoes as best I could before the semen all dried. The guys made some coffee and we talked for a while. Mike was soon snoring on the couch. I excused myself, had a quick shower and collapsed into bed myself. I was so exhausted that I slept through almost the whole of the next day.

The next few weeks were not as awkward as I would have thought. I made it clear to them that it was a one-off thing, something wonderful that happened at the spur of the moment, something that we shouldn’t spoil with complications. Not that it stopped Mike from hinting about a repeat performance every now and again.

Mike, then Andrew, actually moved out a few weeks afterwards, both having found jobs elsewhere. The timing was perfect because John was planning to move in as soon as his college course finished. I’m still planning to give John his birthday present. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even work up the courage to tell him about the first time I used that special outfit!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

The little slut thought she was here to interview for a job. And she was, in a sense. It’s just that the job was more in the sense of a morale booster for the men who worked here.

I had picked her up at a goth club downtown a few nights ago. We really hit it off, got to talking, and I told her that my company was hiring for someone with just her background.

I mean, I had forgotten what her background was about five minutes after she told me. She had some kind of degree, but the only skills she would be using with us would be whatever oral talents she might possess. That night we flirted a bit, made out. She tried to invite me back to her place, but I talked her out of it.

She gave me a peck on the cheek as I said my goodbyes, and I promised myself I would take her mouth first.

She was in a waiting room with six of our bigger, more disreputable staff. Her “fellow applicants.” But when I arrived it was their cue to grab her and start stripping her. They left her her heels and knee-high socks, but her little skirt and professional black blouse ended up torn from her body and tossed across the room.

She was begging them to stop, and demanding to know what was going on when I stepped up and slapped her across the face. She started to cry, but ulus escort the blow shut her up nicely. And when I ordered the men to release her and took a firm grasp of her long, thick black hair she didn’t even hesitate about dropping to her knees when I exerted a little pressure.

Once she was down there though, and she saw the hardening dick I fished out of my trousers, she started to protest again.

“Please! Don’t do this! I swear I won’t tell anyone. I can pay you!”

I made a big deal of hesitating there, studying her desperate, tearstained face.

“What will you do for me if I let you go? What are you willing to pay?”

“Anything! I have a lot of money in my savings. I’ll get more! You want someone to fuck? I can get my roommate here, and she’s a complete whore. She fantasizes about getting raped all the time, too. She told me! I-“

I cut her off. “Tell me about your roommate. What’s she look like?”

She gave a little gasp. Hope? Shame? Plain old desperation?

“She’s taller than me, and has gigantic boobs. I think they’re fake. Short hair, and she dyes it red. She’s got a boyfriend, but she sleeps around a lot. Guys and girls. And, sh-mmmmf!” I didn’t let her keep talking. I just shoved my dick into her babbling mouth and let that shut her up.

“Your roommate sounds yenimahalle escort awesome, and since you gave us your address on the application I think we’ll send someone over to pick her up.” I paused in my thrusting, pointed to two of the men and they grinned, and left. “We’ve been recording all this, so when she gets here we’ll have to see what she thinks about you selling her out to a pack of rapists. Wonder what she’ll do?”

The little goth slut yelled something around my cock, and I pulled her deep to hear her gag. I held her there as she wretched, chuckling at the strained expression on her reddening face, but then resumed my rape of her mouth.

“Now, I want to draw this out, but everyone else is eager to give you a try, too. So-” I started punctuating each word by pulling her deep onto my cock. “I’m. Going. To. Finish. In. Your. Throat.” Shallower thrusts again. “Then, when I’m done we’re going to see how many cocks you can service at once. When your roomie gets here, I’m going to let you suck my cock hard again so that I can rape her, then she and I are going to decide what an appropriate punishment for your incredible betrayal is.”

I started to cum thinking about it, fucking her face with short, hard thrusts. “I hope she’s imaginative.”

The little redheaded slut was even hotter than her roomie had said. We’d done it… not quite like I had said. The guys had already worked her over good on their way back in the van. Those full, cocksucking lips looked swollen from the hard work they’d already put in, and those boobs of hers had been tortured and pinched like crazy.

But she walked in under her own power, naked except for a pair of bikini-style bottoms. She looked around the room, picked me out of the crowd (maybe because I was making her roomie gag on my cock again) walked over to me and delivered a ringing roundhouse slap.

Damn, I thought nonsensically. This girl has balls. Though she got off to a rough start she soon won redemption. Her hand found its way down to rest on the goth bitch’s head, and soon the little slut was being pistoned deeper and harder onto my cock than ever before, her eyes desperate and terrified.

Red looked me in the eyes and smirked. “So I hear you want some ideas for how to treat a new office slut?”

I reached up and clamped my hand into the hair on the back of her head, forcing her onto her knees before me. She looked up at me from beside the little bitch, who was being railed from behind even as she sucked. With what I swear looked like a practiced movement, Red got some leverage behind her grip and pushed the goth’s head down until she finally bottomed out on my cock. I felt the bitch’s throat spasming around me, and I admit I was impressed.

I began to cum again.

I barely managed to gasp out my words. “Fuck… you’re hired.”

She smiled up at me. “Thanks boss.” She turned a devilish grin on the other girl. “Can I use her mouth next?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The three sisters –Margarita “Rita”, Magdalena “Maggie” and Maria were known together as the Three Graces in their small town of San Fernando.

In Greek mythology, the three goddesses/graces represented joy, charm, and beauty. The Graces were rarely treated as individuals in Mythology and were the triple embodiment of grace and beauty.

Thus the Mexican sisters were nicknamed. They lived in California in the time when the great state of California did not exist but was wholly and largely presided over upon by Mexico. It was a beautiful land of Ranchos and culture and the year was 1830.

Rita was the eldest at 21 with long flowing black hair and a curvy body. Her breasts were large and proud with jutting hips. The men flocked from nearby Ranchos to stare at her great beauty. She had a temper and intelligence to match and she was her father’s favorite. She had fallen in love with Mauricio – but her father had forbidden the match. He was a poor farmer in the next village over and not worthy of his jewel Rita.

Next was Maggie. Maggie had the dark looks of her sister but was slimmer, taller and younger at 20 years old. She had exotic eyes that pulled up at the corners and her mouth was generous and pouty. She was the flirt among the three sisters and had dared her father’s wrath by seeing a vaquero (cowboy) named Alberto in the village.

The baby, Maria, was shorter than her two sisters with heavy breasts and hips but had inherited her great grandmother’s extraordinary silver eyes. Maria was lovely because she was so sweet and kind. She loved to help the nearby peasants and stray animals and because of this – Barbaro Villareal had fallen in love with her and was determined to have her. He was a ruthless tyrant who had control of the great Rancho de Encino, which bordered theirs. She loathed his very existence.

The three graces’ father was the well-known and respected Sebastian Juan de la Tierra. He was a kind and generous landlord and a doting father. He had denied the match of Rita’s lover and also Maria’s. It was rumored that he meant the sisters for himself but such was not the case. He would not part with them because he loved them greatly and surmised that no one would love them as much.

Their mother had long since passed away after Maria’s birth so the women grew wild and learned none of the arts that were respected amongst women. Rita’s beauty, Maggie’s taunting ways and Maria’s sweetness made them the envy of all the women in Rancho San Fernando. Thus they were alone amongst themselves and the Indian servants.

Barbaro Villareal grew increasingly difficult in his desire to have Maria de la Tierra. He had offered her father an absurd amount of gold and made it known that she could even have her wedding dress tailor-made in Espana if it pleased her. Maggie had laughed at this.

Maggie twirled in front of the mirror and admired herself.

“He is a strutting peacock. Unworthy.” She smoothed the dress over her hips and enjoyed the feel of it and sighed. She would have to see Alberto this evening. She enjoyed so much the feel of his cock inside her. She knew her father would kill her if he found out. As a respected young girl and daughter of such a landlord as Sebastian – her virgin’s blood must stain the marital bed. She was too tempestuous to think of such things now.

“I do not love him. I cannot marry such a boorish, loud man.” Maria whispered softly to her sisters.

“Nor shall you! It’s a ridiculous match even to consider. Magdalena is right, he’s unworthy.” Rita’s sıhhiye escort temper flared and her cheeks flushed red. Her dark eyes flashed as she thought of her sweet sister having to spread her legs for the pompous prick.

Maggie chewed on her fingernail thinking of some way to get back at the little peacock. She thought and thought and suddenly had it.

“Hermanas!! (sisters) I have it!” Maggie was so pleased with herself she danced in a circle with Maria leaving the younger one breathless.

“Maggie, que paso?” (what is it) Rita asked her genuinely confused.

“Well,” Maggie began. “The peacock has one son whom he adores and five daughters that he could care less about.” She smiled brightly and stared at her sisters.

“I suggest we go into the night – kidnap the son – and bring him here. Father leaves to Rancho Santa Barbara this Friday and will not be back until Monday. That will give us enough time to ransom the peacock’s son and bring him down a notch or two in his arrogance. He will never want our Maria after that.”

Rita stared at her sister. “Loca. (crazy) I knew one day you would become loca.” She touched her own temple as she said it.

Maria spoke quietly. “I cannot marry such a man. I agree with Maggie. Let us embarrass him and then he will never want me. Please Margarita.”

Rita sighed loudly. “This is crazy! Absolutely crazy!!!”

Maria and Maggie looked silently at Rita until she agreed. Though Maggie often came up with various ideas for their little schemes, Rita was always the ringleader.

“Esta bien. (okay) I cannot fight you both. But esta loca!!” Rita said as they made their plans to kidnap the peacock’s son. They knew nothing about the son except that he was 25 and had just returned from Espana from school.

They knew from village and servants gossip that his name was Cruz Rafael Villareal. He had lived the life of the firstborn son of a great Californio hacienda. He was pampered, spoiled and rich. His father denied him nothing and when he came of an age, he was sent to Espana to be educated and returned wiser and more cosmopolitan to run his father’s great estate.

The three graces decided they would use a large cart tied to donkey and dress, as peasant’s to creep into the hacienda. Once there they would bash him over the head with a large object, tie him up and take him to San Fernando. They bribed a young Indian girl to show them which was his bedroom. Rita and Maggie crept in, bashed the young man over the head while Maria waited with the reins. They carried his long body to the cart and vanished into the night.

The night was dark and once they returned to their own hacienda they thought it best to leave him in Margarita’s room. They tied his legs and hands to the four posts of the bed and Maggie left to go meet Alberto. Maria went to go get food and drink while Rita watched over him.

She lit a candle and gasped at the young man. He was very lovely. Tall and lithe his chest was muscular and his legs long. His black hair was shaggy and his chin bore a few days growth, which only added to his allure. His face was sculpted and strong as were his lips, which were sensuous. She wondered if his voice would be cultured or rough and uneducated.

She picked up her small book and began reading. He shook his head and his eyes focused on a woman reading. He was dead and this was an angel. Her face so lovely and perfect.

“O dios mio, my head.” (oh my god) His voice was low and husky.

Rita tandoğan escort came over to sit beside him and touched his dark head. “I’m sorry, senor. (mister) We didn’t mean to hit you so hard.”

“Release me, bruja! (witch) Ahora!” (now) He spoke like a man used to getting his ways.

“Behave senor. Or I will gag you.” Rita spoke to him like a child.

“Little witch! What game do you play?” He eyed her generous breasts inches from his gaze and she saw him.

“No games, senor.” As she said this, her small fingers unbuttoned her peasant’s blouse. His mouth watered as her brown skin was exposed and her nipples reminded him of chocolate-dipped fruit. Oh god, he shuddered as his cock hardened.

“No games.” She murmured as she pressed her nipple into his mouth. He sucked it greedily and bit it lightly. Her hand moved lower and his hard cock was rigid and waiting.

“Release me, whore. I’ll give you what you want.” He murmured to her.

Rita laughed. “A whore? No, I’m not that. And there’s nothing that I want from you.”

“Really? I bet your little cunt is ready and wet to take me right now.” Cruz told her crudely.

“Well, you won’t find out tonight.” She told him as he struggled against the ropes.

She remained naked at the waist and was about to dress when Maria walked in.

“Rita!!!!” Maria exclaimed.

“It’s nothing, Maria. I was only teasing the boy.” She buttoned up her blouse and gazed at him.

“Boy! I’ll show you boy, little whore,” as he struggled against the ropes again.

“Oh for godsakes feed him Maria. And beware his speech. He sounds like a cheap sailor.” Rita left swaying her hips and Cruz vowed to grind his cock into her before long.

Maria sat beside him and feed him soup and drink. “You should be kind to us, Senor Villareal. We only do this so your father will leave me alone.”

Cruz humphed. “Why would my father want anything to do with two whores?”

Maria slapped the spoon down onto the table. She was not used to such talk and would not accept it now. “We are not whores! My name is Maria de la Tierra and that was my sister, Margarita de la Tierra.”

“Oh jesus. The three graces! I’ve heard about you. Your sister is very beautiful.” He groaned. This didn’t bode well for him. He knew very well the lengths his father had gone to – to have this girl in front of him. He knew he wanted her badly. He also knew the gossip that she avoided him like the plague. He watched her spoon the food into his mouth and hardened as he watched her eyes look at him. The eyes were so lovely. Like silver coins. He wondered idly what she would be like on her back?

Maggie swung her hips as she made her way back home. She was livid! She and Alberto had quarreled and so nothing had happened. She had wanted to just fuck and enjoy herself, he had wanted to discuss marriage and approach her father with the idea. She was so horny she wanted to grind her pussy into a tree limb.

She entered the hacienda and met Maria.

“Please go and watch over Senor Villareal. Rita is tired and I’m not happy with him right now. He has a foul mouth and I must go say some Hail Mary’s for him.” Maggie laughed and almost told her sister to say some Hail Mary’s for herself but stopped short.

She opened the door to Rita’s bedroom and shrugged off her shawl.

“Ah, the second of the three graces.” Cruz spoke lowly and coldly.

“I would be Magdalena.” She told him as she walked forward.

Oh tunalı escort no, he thought. If a man was to mold and create a sensuous woman who would embody sensuality, womanliness and just pure sex – this was it.

“I assume you are taking over Maria’s shift.”

Maggie licked her lips and smiled at the man. “I am.”

Cruz followed her with his eyes as she walked around the bed.

“You should not be so harsh with Maria. She’s sweetness and kindness in human form.”

“Yes, well I didn’t ask to be kidnapped by you de la Tierra whores.”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Maggie said, her pouty lips puckered as she told him, “I won’t be called a whore unless I’m earned it.”

She moved onto the bed and sat on him – her lean legs on the outside of his hips. His hips were slim also but masculine.

She arched her back as he watched her little titties thrust forward into his view. These sisters were a man’s dream come true. All beautiful and sexual.

“Untie me.” His hips jutted into hers.

Maggie laughed and hiked her skirt up above her waist. He saw her brown legs taunt and healthy from walking and riding.

“Make me.” Those pouty lips he loved watching as she spoke. She moved away from him and began to undo his belt and pants.

Maggie was so hot and ready she wanted to slid down onto his cock already. But she wanted to give him something too.

His cock sprang forward and the small helmet head was pink and bulbous. Her pouty little mouth took him inside her mouth that was so wet and tight and Cruz’s hips bucked.

“Oh fuck.” He spoke aloud as she bobbed her head up and down along his shaft. He was large, almost 8 inches and she almost gagged as she tried to go all the way down his shaft.

“Little whore, release me.” Cruz told her as he tried desperately to evade the tight ropes that held him to the bed. His fists curled in anger as he lay helpless to her attentions. He wanted to throw her down onto the bed and fuck her. He wanted to flip her around and shove his cock into her ass. He grew harder and thicker and moaned.

“Not yet, Cruz.”

Maggie laughed again. Her tongue lapped along his shaft and down to his balls. She cupped them and her spit stuck to his shaft again and again.

She moved again and this time she hiked up her skirt giving him view to see her long brown legs and hairy little snatch.

She moved onto the bed and his cock slid into her tight little pussy lips. His cock filled her to the hilt.

“Oh god!” Cruz moaned. He wanted so badly to pull her hips onto him harder and to force her to move quicker but he could do nothing.

“Now you can call me a little whore, Cruz.” Maggie spoke as she moved her peasant blouse down below her breasts and they jutted and bounced with her movements.

“Oh little puta, harder. Ride me.” He spoke to her.

Maggie bounced up and down. “Tell me when you are coming.” Her words echoed in the room as he grunted and jerked his hips into her.

“Harder, puta.” He told her and Maggie relished the words. She loved dirty sex and being called names. She loved the power of controlling him and his actions.

“I’m cumming.” She pulled out as she too climaxed and his white milky cum arced into the air and on his stomach before she filled her mouth with it.

She licked him clean and washed his belly.

She buttoned him up and was about to leave the room.

“Who are you women?”

“You know. The three graces.” She left him alone.

He looked up into the ceiling and his thoughts were evil. He wanted the three sisters by themselves. That was the only possible outcome for this kidnapping. He would take the little Rita on her back, the whore Maggie in a doggy style position, and Maria would do fine sucking his cock or eating her sisters out. Yes, he thought.

That would be the outcome for these little bitches.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

1

As soon as the couple was out of range, Barb began to giggle, and then so did I. “Well, that was different,” I said.

“Ya think?” She looked at the card they’d left us, nothing written on it except a phone number. “We look like a married couple to them, huh?”

“A ‘young and very attractive’ married couple, I believe they said.”

“That’s right.” I was actually kind of surprised they hadn’t noticed how much we look alike. Most people mention it. Well, we’re twins after all: Barb and Bob, don’t ask me what our parents were thinking.

When they’d approached us in the food court — we both work nearby, so we meet there for lunch a couple times a week — I had them pegged for a pair of proselytizing Mormons or something. Not in a million years would I have guessed we’d caught their eye and they wanted us to think about coming to their swinger’s club. Once they started their pitch, neither Barb nor I wanted to spoil the fun by telling them we were siblings.

Barb fingered the card absentmindedly. “Did you ever…?” she asked.

“Ever what?”

She held out the card. “Done anything like this.”

“Us? No way. El would probably freak out if she knew I’d even talked to those people. Not that…”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Powers activate,” she said.

It was a twin thing, something we started doing when we were kids watching the Wonder Twins cartoons: those words evoke the “twin” bond, and there’s no saying “no.”

“At this point it would probably do us more good than harm. Or it would do me more good, at least.”

“Not much action in the Miller household?” she said sympathetically.

“Barb, this really isn’t something I’m comfortable discussing.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Dan hasn’t shown much interest in me lately either.”

“It certainly doesn’t make me feel better,” I said.

“Okay, ‘better’ isn’t the right word. I just mean I’m sympathetic. I may have to trade up to a better boyfriend.”

“Well,” I said, “we certainly managed to take an amusing experience and turn it into a depressfest.”

“Maybe,” she said, crumpling the card and shoving it into her sweater pocket to throw out later, “at least we’re young and very attractive. That has to be worth something.”

2

“Can you talk?” Barb asked me when she called me on the phone the following day.

“We are talking,” I said.

“I mean privately.”

I went into my den, a room into which El never ventured. “Okay, what’s up?”

“I… I never threw out that card.”

“Card?”

“With the phone number.”

“With the phone…? Oh, those people in the mall. You’ve lost me.”

“Bob, I think I want to go.”

“To the club?”

“Yeah.”

“Barb, those are all married couples. Even if you want to kick Dan to the curb, you’re not going to meet anybody there.”

“Why do I have to meet anybody? Maybe I just want to get laid.”

“Barb!”

“Jesus, Bob, you’re such a prude when it comes to your sister. You’re twenty-eight years old and you like sex. I’m twenty-right and I like sex. Fucking deal with it.”

“Okay, then, why don’t you just meet a guy the normal way? You;re certainly pretty enough.”

“You think I’m pretty?” she asked in a flirty tone.

“Oh, stop it.”

“I’m not looking for a rebound relationship,” she said. “I’m not looking for any relationship right now. The guys there have to interest in leaving their wives, they’re stable, and they’re not going to have any diseases I have to worry about.”

The First Rule of the Swingers Club: Never talk about the Swingers Club.

Just kidding. Though that would be a pretty good First Rule too.

The first rule is that nobody shows up without a doctor’s note saying they’d been tested and are disease-free.

“So go. What do you want from me?”

“Bob, I can’t go alone.”

“So? You… What? I’m your brother.”

“Duh. But they think we’re married. And it’s not as if we’re going to… ewww. The whole idea is to swap. I’m going to ditch your sorry ass as soon as we get there.”

“And I’m married.”

“So is everybody else there. I think they’re pretty strong on discretion. And you don’t have to do anything with anybody. Or to anybody. I just need you to get in.”

“So you just want to use me, in other words,” I said, with a grin she probably could have heard in my voice.

“That’s what brothers are for.”

3

So pretty much against my better judgment, I agreed. Which of course meant going to a clinic several towns over and getting a blood test. Ouch.

So the following Saturday night, armed with our clean bills of health, we drove out to a McMansion about 20 miles from home. Turns out Barb had called them for more information and directions even before she’d called me, certain she could get me to agree.

What do you wear to a swap meet (“Just don’t call it that once we’re there,” Barb warned me)? Barb was wearing a dress ofise gelen escort that showed a lot more cleavage than I’d ever seen on her — at least not since we were teenagers and she wore some pretty skimpy bathing suits. Which really messed with my hormonal teenage mind, since I didn’t want to look at all her exposed skin but found it hard to look away.

But I digress.

I was more casually dressed, a nice polo shirt and khakis, since I’d told El I was going over to Barb’s because she needed my help with something. Which was kind of true.

We rang the doorbell — there was a deep chime, typical of McMansions for some reason — and the hosts let us in. Not the same couple that had recruited us in the mall. We handed them our medical forms (fortunate that we still had the same last name), and the man of the house told us to help ourselves to drinks.

I’m not sure what I’d expected to see there — some drunken orgy, perhaps — but it looked like any other party, a lot of upper-middle class twenty- and thirty-somethings standing around talking, most of them holding drinks. The women were all dressed about the way Barb was, and the men… well, they were all dressed better than I was, but I looked okay.

They were being fairly subtle about it, but I could tell the rest of the guests were looking us over. “New meat.” I wondered what was more bizarre about all this: that I was at a swinger’s party without my wife, or that I was doing all this to get my sister laid.

“Okay, Bob, Barb,” our hostess said, “time for your last kiss.”

“Our what?” I asked.

“What you decide to do, or don’t do with anybody else here is up to you, of course,” her husband said. “But we don’t want husbands and wives hovering at one another’s sides, because that inhibits meeting new people. So one last kiss, and then you go your separate ways for the evening. And come to think of it, since you’re the last couple we’re greeting tonight…” He took his wife in his arms and gave her a kiss that made her groan slightly, and then they went their separate ways.

“Good bye kiss…” I whispered. “This is getting out of hand.”

“Oh, what’s the big deal?” Barb asked. “It’s a kiss. I don’t have cooties.”

Maybe not, but I’d certainly never kissed my sister on the lips before.

She leaned in to kiss me, and I sort of froze. She kept her lips pressed against mine until I loosened up and started to return the kiss. “That’s better,” she said. “I guess you just needed some warming up.”

“I guess,” I said tentatively, and then she pulled me close and put her lips to mine again. This time the kiss was open-mouthed, and I think I felt a little tongue. “Now you’re getting the idea,” she said; and before I could respond, she slapped me lightly on the ass, said “Later, hot stuff,” and took off.

I watched as Barb made her way to the middle of the living room, where she began dancing with a guy about our age. They were barely touching, but already it looked less like dancing than foreplay.

Are married couples really okay with this? I knew I’d be upset if I saw El dancing with another man like this, and we hadn’t had sex since… well, it’d been a while.

I was sitting on a loveseat — alone — when a women came over to me and grabbed my hand. “You look like you need to dance,” she said, pulling me to my feet.

When I stood, I could see that she was a good half foot shorter than my 5-11, and a much better dancer than me. After about a minute, she said “Hey, are you trying to look down my shirt?

I hadn’t been, I mean not on purpose; but with the height difference, I could help but look straight down at her. I was about to apologize, since that’s what a guy’s supposed to do when he’s caught looking down the shirt of a woman he doesn’t even know, but then I remembered where I was. “Can you blame me?” I said with a grin

It must have been the right answer, because she responded by unbuttoning a button of her blouse. The top button had already been open, and the blouse only had four of them — so depending how she moved while she danced, I could easily look straight down the center of her chest almost to her navel, or see one or the other almost-bare breast.

She cupped her hand over my crotch as the dance ended. “You must really like to dance,” she said, given my swollen cock a quick squeeze and then dashing off to find another dance partner.

I headed back to the loveseat, but another couple was using it. They were kissing, and he had his hand down the front of her dress.

I looked back at the dance floor and saw one generously-busted woman dancing with her shirt completely open, her breasts covered only by a lacy bra, Another couple danced very close to me, the woman’s back to me, his hands on her almost-bare ass, pushing the back of her short dress high enough to expose her red thong.

It took me a moment to realize this was my sister, Barb.

I needed another drink.

I walked otele gelen escort into the den, where the hosts had set up a serve-yourself mini-bar. “Bob, right?”

I turned around, and saw that the woman who’d recruited us in the mall had come in right behind me.

I nodded. I knew she was 27, but Geri had that fresh-faced look that made look, well, not entirely legal. She was dressed in skin-tight jeans, and a silk t-shirt that did nothing to hide how erect her nipples were. “You,” she said, “are way too stiff. And not just in the good way. First time doing this sort of thing?”

“Yeah.”

“And I’m guessing it was mostly your wife’s idea to take us up on our invitation?”

“My w–? Oh, Barb’s idea, yes, I guess it was.”

“Well listen, like we told you, there’s no pressure here. Play, don’t play, it’s up to you. And you’re welcome to come back next week even if you’re not ready for any action tonight. Okay?”

“Thanks.”

She smiled. “There,” she said, “you seem less tense already. I want you to know, Bob, that I was the one who spotted you guys at the mall, and told Rick he had to invite you.” She leaned into me and whispered into my ear — even though there was nobody around and nobody would have cared anyway — “I thought you were hot.”

I whispered back in her ear, “I thought you were pretty hot too.”

She put a hand on my ass, and squeezed it firmly. “Nice ass,” she whispered.

I returned the gesture. Her jeans were thin, and I felt no sign of panties “You too,” I whispered back.

She put a second hand on my ass and pulled me closer, bringing my crotch to hers. “You feel hard,” she whispered.

I placed a hand between our bodies and closed it on her left breast. I could feel her warmth through her silk shirt, and her braless nipple was poking through proudly. “You too,” I whispered.

She took one hand off my ass, and unbuttoned her blouse, letting it hang open. I moved my hand onto her bare breast.

This all wasn’t anything I’d been expecting: I’d just come in here for a drink. But apparently unless I put the brakes on — and I had no desire to — this was going to get more and more interesting.

Geri moaned as I caressed her breast, then muffled her own moan by pressing her mouth against my mouth, pushing her tongue into my mouth and pressing it against my tongue.

My cock was as hard as it’s been in a long time, as I ground it against the crotch of her jeans.

She pulled away from me just enough to reach down and undo the snap and zipper on her jeans, and then started pushing them down as she led me to the other side of the minibar. I was right: no panties. And no hair, either. I was about to cheat on my wife for the first time, and for the first time fuck a woman with a bald pussy.

“Uh… shouldn’t we be doing this in a bed or a bedroom or something?” I asked as I helped her keep her balance and she tried to walk and strip naked at the same time.

“Supposed to,” she said. “This isn’t supposed to be an orgy house. But we’re not going to be the only ones fucking downstairs tonight.”

She leaned into the bar, her bare tits resting between a bottle of scotch and a dozen clean glasses. I’d never had sex in this public a place before, but also knew I’d never have a chance like this again.

I opened my pants, pulled them and my boxers down to my knees, put my hands on Geri’s hips, and began slowly easing my cock into her pussy. “So warm,” I said softly. “So wet.”

“Less talking, more– Oh!” she said,” as I rammed my cock into her hard. “Oh, just like that. Oh, oh yeah, fuck, fuck me just like that…”

I grunted as I drove myself into her as hard as I could. She made a little guttural noise, and I knew she’d just cum a little; but I wanted to bring her to a screaming orgasm, and fill her with a bigger load of my cum than I’d shot in years. And I knew I’d be able to make both of those things happen…

And then they came into the den.

I froze, my hard cock still deep inside her.

They couldn’t see that, since we were behind the bar; but it was pretty obvious what we were doing, especially with Geri’s naked tits flat against the bar.

“Geri,” the man said with a smile, reaching for the bottle of scotch and almost brushing his hand against her right breast.

“This is Al,” Geri said to me. “Last week, he was the one behind the bar with me.”

I took my right hand from Geri’s naked hip, and raised it in sort of a half-wave, hald-almost-handshake. “Uh… hi,” I said awkwardly.

“Bob,” his companion said, also smiling, craning her head to try to peek behind the bar.

Barb. Of course it was Barb. Just standing there, and I stood balls-deep in Geri’s pussy.

Al handed her her drink. “Just make sure you save some for me for later, hon,” she said, and then took Al’s arm and led him out of the room.

4

“So, you had fun after all,” Barb said as we got into the car to sincan escort drive her home. “Maybe you should be thanking me.”

“Yeah, thanks for just standing there staring at us. That was some kind of mood-killer. My sister watching as I was…”

“‘Fucking,'” she said. “you’re allowed to say ‘fucking.’ in front of me. And I didn’t see anything anyway. Nothing of you, I mean. Your cock was completely hidden by Geri’s pussy. Shaven,no less. How was that, sexy? You think I should go bare like that too?”

“Why are you asking me things like that? Barb, what’s gotten into you tonight?”

She grinned. “Who, you mean?”

“Come on, stop that. This whole conversation is making me uncomfortable. You’re my sister.”

“That didn’t stop you from staring at my naked ass while I was dancing.”

“I wasn’t –“

“Okay, okay, don’t get agitated. I don’t want you crashing the car. How embarrassing would that be, what with me leaving my panties back at the party?”

“Barb…”

“Okay, I won’t say anything more about you staring at my ass — which is even more naked now — if you’ll tell me: did you ever finish with Geri?”

“Barb, I–“

“Yeah, yeah, not comfortable talking about this with your sister. Give it a rest, okay? It’s twenty-minute drive home, and you know I’m not going to let up.”

“Fine,” I said. “After you and Al walked in on us… fucking, my cock got soft and it slid out of Geri’s pussy. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

She laughed. “I never want to hear about soft cocks, brother. And if you think you’re going to shock me so badly I’m going to drop the subject, you’re going to have to do a lot better.”

“Geri led me out to the back yard, where a music box was playing just loudly enough for couples to dance, and there was just enough light to see that everybody was stripped down to their underwear: some of the women wearing bras, some of them topless. Geri wasn’t wearing panties tonight, so when she slipped her jeans off, she was completely naked — and I was as hard as I’d been all night.”

“I guess you didn’t notice, Bob, I was out there too. Just think, you could have seen the boobs you were trying to catch a glimpse of all through our teenage years.”

“I was not,” I insisted.

“Whatever,” Barb said. “Go on.. I assume the dancing degenerated into standing against one another and rubbing your bodies together.”

“Um… yeah.”

“Your hard cock pressed against her bare pussy?” she asked with a sigh.

“Who’s supposed to be telling this story?” I asked her.

“Sorry, just remembering… go on.”

“It became dry-humping after a while, and I was trying desperately not to cum. Just when I thought I was going to lose it, she dropped to her knees, pulled down my underwear, and took my hard cock deep inside her mouth. She sucked me hard for about half a minute, then let my cock go and said, ‘Mmmm. It’s covered with pussy juice.'”

“Mmmm,” Barb echoed softly.

“Then she stood up, took my hand, and led me over to a spot on the lawn about 100 feet from the nearest dancer. She didn’t even let me put my shorts back on.”

“And you were hard?”

“Was I ever. And as soon as we were far enough away that nobody could see us — clearly, anyway — she lay down on her back, spread her legs, and said ‘fuck me.’ I’d barely started when she already began to moan loadly.”

“That was her? I heard that.”

“That was her.”

“That was my brother fucking her.”

“It sure was,” I said, then stopped short when I heard… “slurping” noises coming from the seat next to me. “Barb, what are you doing?”

“Fuck, what do you think I’m doing?”

The hem of her dress was pushed up to her belly, and I could see her thrusting her fingers up… well, up her wet pussy. “You shouldn’t be doing that here, in the car with me.”

“Fuck you,” she moaned. “It’s your story. Keep going.”

It was so wrong, I knew, seeing my sister finger-fuck herself — but I also couldn’t stand to make her stop. And I wished I could take my eyes off the road long enough to watch her more closely.

“Her moaning, and the fact that I was fucking a woman I hardly knew, made me so hard. I was pounding into her, giving her grass burns on her back I’m sure. We knew everybody could hear us.”

“I could, I could,” Barb said softly, moaning as if a hard cock were pushing into her.

And yes, in my imagination, it was mine.

“Huh, huh, huh,” I heard, telling me Barb was close, so I fastforwarded my story.

“Geri was moaning like crazy now, and she said ‘fuck, fuck, Bob, fill me up with your hot cum.’ And then, as I heard her shudder, I did. I shot my hot cum, a lot of it, deep inside of her.”

“Oh, deep inside of me,” Barb moaned as she came. I’d never heard my sister cum before, and I never thought I would. “Oh god,” she said. “Oh god, that was good. And naughty. And good.”

“Barb…” I started to say.

“Stop it,” she said. “That was fun, don’t bring me down.”

“It was,” I agreed. “But it was also wrong.”

She reached aross the seat and grabbed my cock and balls in her hand. “Little Bob thought it was pretty good.” She gently squeezed me. “Not-so-little at all, I’d say.” She gave my cock a single, light stroke as she took her hand away. If I hadn’t fucked Geri less than an hour earlier, I’m sure I would have cum in my pants.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Another slightly longer entry with a slower start, but hopefully there’s enough action to keep people interested/aroused/reading. As always I appreciate the stars and comments.

Chip Key: Nickname, value, favor, color

Clouds: 1, Touching, White

Canaries: 2, Kissing, Yellow

Lipstick: 5, Oral, Red

Skies: 10, Sex, Blue

Grass: 25, Anal, Green

Doubles/Oranges: 50, Double, Orange

Fucked: 100, Forefit, Black

Because of the annoying interruption forced on her by her reproductive system, Cyn found herself in the recently unique position of not going to the spa on a Friday night but also having no plans for what to do instead.

Thinking she’d probably somewhat neglected her lately, Cyn arranged to hang out with Victoria and Lawrence. Lawrence was actually a cool guy and they got along immediately by tag-team teasing Vicky. Cyn enjoyed herself, but she couldn’t help wondering what kind of tag teaming she’d be enjoying if she were at the spa instead.

After Vicky got a decent amount of alcohol in her, her intentions for Lawrence got less subtle. Lawrence was all about keeping Cyn around regardless, especially once Cyn told the story of how she saw them on their first night together, but had to give him the bad news about her condition. He took Vicky off somewhere, presumably to fuck her brains out, while Cyn made her way home.

Since she wasn’t otherwise distracted she went to bed at a reasonable hour, so the 2:30am phone notification shocked her out of sleep. It was a Snapchat picture message from Bill. She opened it and saw a picture of Syl, lying on a bed with her legs folded up near her head and tied to her wrists. The butt plug was firmly lodged in her ass, which also had several red handprints on it, and Bill’s cock was buried to the hilt in Syl’s mouth. Her pussy was clearly wet but empty and unattended.

“Pet is sorry and promises to listen better next time,” was the caption.

Cyn desperately wanted to save the picture, but it was the kind of thing that ruined people in their circles, particularly women. Instead she spent every second of the time limit burning the image into her mind before it deleted itself. Then she got an old towel and lay on it while getting herself off to the scene.

*********

Cyn spent Saturday doing more research for the plan she’d formed in her mind concerning Vincent and her roommate. In the end, she had to admit Vincent was basically untouchable, and he didn’t owe her anything. Cyn was more dismayed at the ruination of her fantasy than his attempt to manipulate her. Given Vincent’s background and attitude, manipulation was just something he did. She’d still go after his chips given the opportunity, but she couldn’t afford to make it a priority now.

She’d expected better of Robin, though, and she planned to make Robin sorry for it.

She started reading more about BDSM specifically, both for her plan and to understand what might be going on with her. She couldn’t deny she’d become way more adventurous and confident about sex and other things since her first experience ordering Syl around, and seeing that collar on the girl gave her an undeniable thrill. She recognized from her reading that what she was thinking of for Robin was on the border of what most people considered okay. She mulled it over in her head while brushing up on her poker skills.

She found another respectable nearby game and went to play, again running into Keith. This time she was more focused and controlled in her play than her first time out. She still didn’t win, but finished fifth out of sixty total players. She caught up with Keith afterward, but a repeat of their last meeting was tabled when Cyn mentioned the possibility of him cleaning blood out of his sheets.

She was hoping to hear some interesting news about the big game on Saturday night, but her phone stayed silent right up to when she fell asleep. However, she got a wakeup call on Sunday morning. A text came through from Syl.

“Do not meet Robin in your room. Come to my room at 8:30.”

Now Cyn was worried. Still, she trusted Syl, so she dressed, grabbed her stuff, and made herself scarce around campus until it was time to meet Syl.

Cyn had never been to Syl’s room. It was a single. They were available for upperclassmen, though there weren’t a lot of them and they cost extra. Still, given Syl’s family connections it was no surprise she had one. It had a queen bed and a small counter a microfridge could fit under, with a cabinet, along with everything else you’d expect to see in a more mundane college dorm. Most of them didn’t have maple wood desks, though.

Syl looked miserable as she stood against the wall in a long cotton dress. Cyn checked quickly and saw no collar. That it was off, and they were alone only heightened her anxiety.

“What’s up?” she asked.

Syl looked at her and sighed. “I checked with Bill on this. I’m going to tell you the story, then I’ll kızılay escort put on the collar. Whatever happens after that, happens, okay?”

Cyn nodded but was still confused and a little nervous. Syl took a deep breath.

“I fucked up a hand on Saturday night. There were the usual crowd of people playing; me, Vincent, Kathy, Noelle, Charles. Amy was apparently on part of her play/pay rotation where she’d cashed a lot of favors in, so she had the chips to sit at the table. Robin was there too. She had her chips from last week and had done all right Friday night, so she could hang for a bit.”

“Nothing crazy happened for most of the night. Amy bet like crazy as usual, Charles seesawed all over the place. Robin was playing conservatively and didn’t put the effort into bluffing, so every time she bet on a hand most people pulled out because they knew she had something.”

“She bet on one hand while I was holding a suited queen, king. I hadn’t played hardly any hands that night, so I paid to see the flop on a lark. The flop came down with an ace, a ten, and a jack. They weren’t suited, but I had the straight right away. Charles was the only other one that stayed in other than Robin. I bet up to a hundred so I wouldn’t scare them off. Robin called but was slow about it, while Charles jumped in immediately but didn’t raise. The next card was a ten. So, a pair of tens on the board, and now I had four out of the five I needed for a straight flush. It was a long shot, but with the straight in hand already I decided to push it. I maxed my bet. I was focused on Charles, so I didn’t notice Robin call as fast as she did. Charles and I had a stare down for a bit and he must have seen something because he folded, and when he did I saw an ace king. I figured I had it, especially when the river was a two.”

Cyn, having steeped herself in poker and math all weekend, picked up on the problem immediately. “You forgot about the other aces.”

Syl put her hands over her face. “I was so sure I had it, I wasn’t paying attention. I…I bet Mistress’s chips.”

Cyn felt a bit of a shock at Syl using the title when she wasn’t wearing the collar. Based on her reading of sub behavior, this was really bothering Syl.

“I thought the chips were coming right back to me, so I didn’t watch what I was betting. Then Robin dropped a full house and won the pot. I only realized the chips were gone after I recounted my stack, but I figured they’d be okay if they were with Robin.”

“But then she went wild again. Whenever she saw her chips come up in the ante or in a bet she tried to snag them. Her bluffing game is not strong, particularly not…not against-“

“Kathy,” Cyn finished.

Syl nodded. “She…she was looking at Vincent, taunting him, because apparently she hasn’t been following what’s going on. But she showed him a stack of your skies and said, ‘Look who I get to play with.’ Carl snapped at her, warning her that if she pulled anything like last time there would be real consequences, but she promised to be good. And Robin didn’t win hardly any of her chips back. Kathy probably has enough to cash in something with her again.”

They sat in silence for a while, Syl still slouched and looking miserable against the wall, while Cyn processed the fact that the next time she went to the spa she’d have to have sex with Kathy, the girl who’d basically sexually assaulted her. Cyn let that boil over inside her for a moment, then turned to Syl.

“Is that everything?”

“Yes,” Syl said, then she shakily put on the collar. “Please Mistress, pet is sorry. She will do anything-“

“Quiet,” Cyn snapped, “Stand up straight.” There was more real anger in her commands than she wanted to admit. As Syl stood, Cyn noticed she flinched a bit. “Did Master punish pet already?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“How?”

“He…he spanked me again. Even after spanking me the previous night for what I did to Mistress. Then he…he took my ass mistress. Hard. For an hour.”

“Show me.”

Syl turned around and pulled off her dress. She had nothing on beneath it. Her ass cheeks were still pink, obviously from repeated slapping. When Syl remained standing straight, Cyn barked, “I said show me, pet!”

Syl shuddered and bent forward. She gingerly gripped her own ass cheeks and spread them. It wasn’t really obvious, but Cyn thought Syl’s rosebud seemed slightly looser than the last time she’d seen it.

“Please Mistress. I deserve more spanking. Or whatever you wish. I could go down on you, give you-”

“Quiet!” Cyn barked again, and Syl flinched like she’d been struck. “Did you cum from being spanked by Master?”

“No Mistress. But…I did get excited.”

“So, you believe after you messed up you should be rewarded?”

“No Mistress!”

“Stop talking. Stand up!” Cyn said. As Syl did, Cyn quickly took off her sweatshirt and long skirt, which she’d worn hoping some maltepe escort fun would be had this morning. As such, she had no undergarments. She sat back down on the bed, nude, then reached out and grabbed Syl, pulling her into her lap, facing away. She ignored the squirming Syl did as her obviously tender ass came in contact with Cyn’s skin. She also forced Syl’s legs apart and stuck two fingers in Syl’s mouth.

“Lick,” she ordered.

When her fingers were covered with Saliva, she pulled them out and pushed them into Syl’s pussy. She began rubbing slowly but steadily. Syl wasn’t very wet; this hadn’t been a tease for her and she was genuinely expecting real punishment. What she didn’t know is Cyn fully intended the punishment.

“Does pet like how Mistress’s body feels?”

“Yes.”

“Does pet like Mistress playing with her pussy?”

“Yes.”

“And does Pet like Mistress giving her directions? Orders.”

“Yes, please order your pet.”

“My pet. Fucked. Up,” Cyn said, punctuating each word by tweaking one of Syl’s nipples. “I rely on pet for her poker skills, and she forgot how to play. Now instead of pet licking Mistress’s pussy, it will be busy with a mean woman.”

“Pet is sorry-“

“Quiet! I won’t warn you again. Here is what will happen. Pet screwed up. Do you understand? Pet is the one who lost Mistress’s chips. Understand what I mean?”

Syl’s head nodded. Cyn assumed she got it; Cyn was shifting all the blame onto Syl’s submissive side.

“Pet will not touch Mistress, will not talk to Mistress, and will not see Mistress. If she has something to tell Mistress, she will have Master tell me instead. Pet is supposed to be good at poker. Next weekend, Pet will play poker. Mistress will also be playing poker. Mistress will not be nice when playing poker. Pet will not see Mistress that weekend. If pet has won Mistress’s chips, Pet can show them to Mistress, and we will be like before. If Mistress wins more of Pet’s chips. She will show them to you, and then your Mistress and your Master will make you reclaim them. Nod if you understand.”

When Syl nodded. Cyn pushed her off, withdrawing her hand. Cyn picked up her clothes and walked right out of Syl’s room without looking back. There was a bathroom right across the hall, so it’s not like she paraded naked through the dorm, but once dressed she left the dormitory.

When she got back to the dorm, Robin was there. Syl was somewhat surprised to see her looking apologetic.

“I’m sorry, Cyn, I-”

“I heard,” Cyn cut her off. “Good thing Steve and I have a good relationship.”

“She’s only got skies, Cyn,” Robin insisted, “Maybe-“

“She’s not going to bet them,” Cyn said. “She’s had a hard on for me since I walked in with you. You can’t make this better right now. Just…leave me alone.”

Cyn grabbed her laptop and left, seemingly in a huff, but her mind raced. She hadn’t expected a contrite Robin. Given her plans, that actually worked better for her. Sure, now she had to fuck Kathy, but by the letter of the spa rules it was only ten minutes. Ten minutes of having a plastic dildo the size of Steve’s cock rammed into her vagina wasn’t ideal, especially if Kathy was on the other end, but she would survive. Meanwhile she had a roommate to manipulate.

Cyn wasn’t an exhibitionist. During their time living together Cyn had been slightly more careful than Robin about making sure she didn’t show anything off to her roommate. But lounging around in a bra and panties, or a sports bra and yoga pants with no panties wasn’t unusual. That’s why Robin had been caught off guard by her naked parade through the room. She already guessed Robin was attracted to her; her overreaction at the spa and her response to the times they got together at the spa were enough evidence for Cyn.

Following the incident, Cyn turned herself into a prude. She went around in clothing that covered her from neck to knees all the time and went to the bathroom to change. She kept meticulous track of her underwear and never left it lying around, but always wore some. Also, she started wearing the baggiest, laziest clothes she owned. Nothing that showed off her figure, or clung, or hinted at anything.

She also ordered Robin around, though she was subtle about it. She still made her voice sound like a request to Robin was a question, but she removed all of the question words. “Get that phone for me?” “Pick that up for me?” became her normal method of communicating with Robin. She also didn’t make any small talk. All communication was one way, and it was Cyn talking at Robin.

After the two days, Robin had done everything and Cyn wore a tighter shirt than she’d sported for a few days. It wasn’t painted on, but it made it more obvious Cyn had sizeable tits and a thin stomach. However, by then Robin got testy and snapped at Cyn for still being upset at her. Cyn didn’t respond but she got up and mamak escort very obviously took off her tight shirt, giving Robin a flash of her in just a bra, and put a baggy hooded sweatshirt on. She didn’t look at or acknowledge Robin during the whole exchange.

Her relationship with the other woman in her life was also mostly a silent treatment. She actually ended up texting with Bill quite a bit. At first Pet would have him send a message, acting as intermediary, and Cyn would respond by totally ignoring Pet’s message and asking Bill about idle things. Pet had Bill send a lot of messages on Sunday and Monday morning, until Bill stepped in and corrected her, telling her she would get twenty swats for every message beyond the first. Syn did get a second message from Pet on Monday, but Bill said he also got a nice session with Pet out of it as well. Other than that, Cyn found she had a nice rapport with Bill going by mid-week, something she liked as she’d worried about the distance she had with Bill given Syl’s suggestion about their possible arrangement next year.

Unfortunately for Cyn, the tension with Robin and the stories from Bill, combined with the end of her period, had her feeling horny as hell. She got an idea, but it was another one that was probably pushing Bill and Sylvia’s boundaries, so she texted Bill the details first. Bill agreed to it.

Midafternoon that Tuesday, Cyn headed for Bill’s dorm. Bill didn’t enjoy a single like Syl, but apparently his roommate was away for the week. Cyn wore a baggy shirt and a long skirt but had no underwear on beneath them, having removed them just before leaving (Robin was now trying to give Cyn the silent treatment and was ignoring her commands phrased as requests).

She walked in to an obscene tableau. Syl was topless with her collar on, sucking on Bill’s cock while he sat on his bed. Cyn wasn’t surprised, because she’d told Bill to set it up. Totally ignoring what was happening below his waist, Cyn walked up.

“Hey Bill, do you think you could help me with something?”

“Hang on,” he said, then reached down and gripped Syl’s hair. “I didn’t tell Pet to stop, did I?” he asked. Syl’s fellatio efforts redoubled and he turned back to Cyn, “What’s up?”

“My period just stopped but I missed the spa and I’m so horny. I just…do you think you could help me out? I don’t have another reliable option,” Cyn said.

“Oh, sure,” Bill said casually. He reached into his pocket, and handed a condom to Syl. “Pet, prepare me to fuck Mistress.”

Syl seemed dumbfounded by the condom until Bill snapped at her again. She quickly tore the wrapper off and applied the condom.

“Now go wait facing the corner,” Bill said. Syl stood up slowly and looking back and forth at Cyn and Bill a few times with a shocked look. “Now Pet!” Syl scurried into the corner.

Cyn quickly hiked her skirt up. The anticipation and the scene had her worked up enough that Bill slid in without much trouble, and Cyn stripped off her shirt and began to ride him. Cyn intentionally talked much more than usual, giving a near play-by-play as if she were acting in a porn film.

“Yes. Ohh that feels so good, you don’t know how much I’ve missed having someone take care of my pussy. Yeah, thrust it, pound me!” Cyn said. She’d told Bill in advance she didn’t want to draw this out; she needed a quickie. “Grope me, suck on my tits. Yeah, you like nice big ones, don’t you? Yes, yes, oh God yes, more, harder uuuuugh oh My God how am I cumming this soon? Oh fuck yes a little more.”

Cyn actually surprised herself; apparently two days or so of abstinence was enough to put her on a hair trigger now. It wasn’t a crushing orgasm, but it was definitely satisfying. Bill kept pumping into her nicely for a little bit. “Ohh you need to finish too? Yeah, keep it up. You’re fucking me good. Yes, squeeze my tits, yeah, that’s right, more, more, cum in that pussy, do it! Yes!”

Bill was a bit more winded after his quick session and had to lie back. Cyn pulled herself off and carefully removed and disposed of the condom. Bill gestured to one of the drawers in his desk and Cyn found a package of baby wipes. Bill pulled one out.

“Pet, come clean off your Master’s cock.”

Cyn felt an odd thrill when Syl turned around with a hopeful look and then it fell when she saw him holding the wipes.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Cyn said. “Thanks.”

“Any time!” Bill said as she left.

However, instead of leaving the dorm, she walked down the hall into a dorm room that was obviously empty. Bill had told her about it in advance. She and Bill had also arranged this; after Syl cleaned him off, he was going to remove her collar and send her over.

Syl entered the room and came over with her head down, and that sent a spike of anxiety through Cyn.

“Look, Syl, I know that was a lot. If this is too far just let-“

Cyn was cut off when Syl grabbed her head and pulled her in for a kiss. Syl’s tongue was deep in Cyn’s mouth immediately, and for a while Cyn just enjoyed the sensations of the hungry kiss and the embrace of her friend and lover.

Syl pulled away from the kiss. “Tell me to run naked into the quad and just bend over for the first guy I see. Tell me to go fuck the dean in his office,” she said, almost pleading.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

My plane was about to touchdown at Sky Harbor airport in Phoenix so I fastened my seatbelt. It was a short flight from my southern California condo but I was excited to again see my online friend Nancy and her husband Joe as well as get a much needed break from college during my December holiday vacation. She invited my boyfriend Shane and I to stay with them for a week and after the immediate holiday, it became the perfect time.

It was December 27th and we going to be there until the second day of the new year. I had met Nancy only once, five years prior, at an Arizona State party and we ended up having so much sexual fun at a fraternity house. You may have read about that experience in “Let’s Make a Fraternity Porno.” Since that time, we had kept in contact with steamy late night chats but hadn’t had an opportunity to meet up and in all that time, I had wanted to get together again.

Nancy and Joe were in their early sixties and even though their individual ages were more than Shane’s 27 and my 24 years combined, we had a connection that was indescribable. Nancy was very sexual and a hotwife who had taken and continues to take many lovers with her husband’s permission. I envied her lifestyle and wished I could get my boyfriend to allow me to do the same.

Shane, on the other hand, not only felt differently, he was unsure about us going. He was more of a traditional relationship kind of guy who still fought jealousy with my flirtatious nature. He was trying to be more understanding with my sexuality and agreed to go stay in Phoenix but could not arrive until late on the 29th due to his business. He was going to make the six hour drive and I would ride back with him. He was unsure of my plans but I was hoping to convert him once we were there.

The Uber in which I was riding pulled up next to the Villa and I quickly spotted Nancy standing on the porch smiling. She began walking toward the vehicle looking fantastic wearing a red top and white shorts. With her 5’7 small frame and short reddish auburn hair, she looked more like a woman not a day over 40.

I got out and we hugged as I spoke into her hair, “It is so great to finally see you again in person. It has been too long. Thanks for the invite. We are going to have so much fun.”

We broke our embrace and she chuckled, “It is our pleasure. I am just glad it has worked out even if our significant others cannot be here for the duration. You and I will have a blast.”

Nancy had told me that her husband Joe had accepted a four day golf outing invite with his friends at Hilton Head but would be back in a few days. The day after would be when some of our online couple friends were to arrive for their New Year’s Eve party and her she-shed christening which at that moment, I wasn’t quite sure what that meant but would soon find out.

Nancy helped me carry in my bags and while we walked, “Let me show you to your room and I have an idea for hubby.”

When we sat the bags down in her guest room, she revealed her plan, “Joe will get picked up by his buddy Tim in an hour and they will head to the airport. Right now he is in the shower and I want you to sneak in on him and give him a great surprise. He has no idea you are here yet.”

That is what I loved about Nancy. She was always thinking of naughty things which I could totally relate too. I questioned her idea but she insisted. I stripped my top over my dark blonde hair and dropped it on the floor before unhooking my bra and tossing it on top of my shirt. Soon my shorts hit the pile followed by my panties. After kicking off my cute slides, I was completely nude and snickering as we approached the bathroom door.

She pushed it open and Joe was lathering himself up and she whispered to me, “As soon as he washes his face, sneak in behind him. He will think it is me.”

Sure enough, the water cascaded over his face and I made my move. I opened the shower door and stood behind him. He thought I was Nancy when I pressed my breasts up against his back and reached around his chest for a soft hug.

He spit out water and commented to whom he thought was his wife, “Hey babe. I can’t believe you are joining me in here. Too bad I don’t have more time.”

He wouldn’t have known the difference because Nancy and I were close to the same size. I was 5’6 and weighed 120 pounds and even though she had slightly bigger breasts, he wouldn’t be able to tell that from behind. I rubbed and helped him lather his front while I kissed his back. By that time, Nancy was also naked and standing in the bathroom, snickering under her breath. I had Joe moaning as he continued to think his wife was pressed up against his soapy body.

From outside the shower, Nancy spoke, “Honey, what time to do you leave?”

He then snapped to attention and turned around quickly, “WHAT?”

I smiled and gave him a little wave, “Hi Joe. It is good to see you again. Nancy said you might need some help in here before you leave. I was making sure you were totally clean…especially your pipes.”

Before gaziosmanpaşa escort he could answer, Nancy opened the shower door and slipped in behind him now that he was facing me. He was the meat in our human shower sandwich as her breasts were pressed up against his back. My hands that were rubbing his chest began to go lower and lower until I was soaping his cock and balls. It was about half erect and getting fatter by the second.

I giggled, “Since you are in a hurry, we can’t waste any time getting this all clean.”

Nancy was circling her slippery boobs on his back while pinching his nipples and I was getting wet from more than just the shower. I sat down on the built-in shower seat located in the back which put me at eye level to Joe’s crotch. The water had rinsed all the soap off his six inch erection but I continued stroking it by using the remaining wetness and with my elbow out to the side, I stared directly at the head. Nancy was rubbing on her hubby and around his chest, through his mostly gray body hair. I had quickened my pace of jerking his cock.

The shower water continued flowing down on the Nancy’s back. After squirting a large glob of shampoo in my palm, I grabbed his cock and used it as lubrication. I was jerking it so quickly, you could hear that washing machine squishing sound. Joe moaned and leaned back as to give me complete control over his penis.

I looked up directly into his eyes while coaxing, “I bet that feels great. Just think while you’re gone, I’m going to fuck your wife and in a couple of days, she is going to be taking cock from my boyfriend. I hope you aren’t upset that he is hung and will probably fuck her through the mattress.” I teasingly added before opening my mouth, “Does that turn you on? Show me how much it does by cumming all over my face.”

As if Nancy was holding up her husband he began to grunt while ejaculating, “Oh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghhh!”

His cock spit onto my tongue with the first shot and then began to paint my face with each subsequent squirt. I moved it around in attempt to cover it entirely. I cooed, “Oh yes! I love it! Give me all you have! Don’t stop until your balls are empty!”

When his cock had stopped depositing semen all over my face, Joe’s knees went weak and he exhaled before announcing, “Damn, that was intense! Just what I needed. Brittni, you are one naughty girl.”

I giggled with globs of cum obstructing my eyesight. After swallowing the little amount in my mouth, I blindly maneuvered around them so I could wash the slime off my face. The three of us continued to shower and wash each other until every nook of our bodies had been scrubbed several times over. Joe got out and allowed us girls to play under the water. She showed me her recently added belly ring which was similar to mine. Nancy was fascinated with my breasts as she couldn’t get enough of my nipples and I was fascinated with her ass and couldn’t get enough of it.

After we had our fill with each other’s favorite body part, we concentrated on each other’s pussy. She went first and sat down with her legs up as I shaved hers smooth and then she razored my stubble until my female area was the same. Before we pruned, we got out and Nancy loaned me a robe and while we were brushing our hair, Joe’s ride came to pick him up.

We stood at the doorway while he and Tim loaded up the golf clubs and his suitcase. He came back and said, “Brittni, welcome and make yourself at home.” He then kissed Nancy before saying, “I love you. Have a great time. I will see you in a few days and we will have an even better time.”

When his car sped away, she smiled at me, “I really love him so much. Now let me show you my new shed.”

Still in our robes, walking barefoot through the house, we came to the back door then the back porch. From there I could see a new building that was half on her property and half on another person’s property. It was a girly, beautiful wooden shed trimmed in burgundy. It reminded me of an adult version of a dollhouse with cute blinds and her homemade curtains.

I followed her on a little concrete trail to the door and when we entered, it had that newly built, fresh wood and paint smell. There were several apparatuses that fascinated me because I recognized them to be for sexual use. As I gazed at that immaculate little building, I gasped, “Wow! This is something else.”

Nancy laughed, “Guys can have their man-cave so I figured I could have my she-shed. I didn’t have enough room so I share this building with Robert and George, my gay neighbors. There used to be a wall between our properties and we tore it out and built this. My two construction workers will be here in a few days to finish adding the crown molding over there and it will be complete. Isn’t it great?”

I first noticed the pattern on the cute curtains with matching pillows everywhere which I later come to find out Nancy made herself. I looked around and saw a sex swing, a Sybian gölbaşı escort riding horse with a dildo sticking up, a pillory that secured someone’s head and hands like in the medieval days, a rolling fucking machine with a dildo that moved back and forth when turned on, and finally the two pieces that seemed to not fit a sex theme. They were a hair salon chair with beauty supplies on shelves beside it and a sewing machine desk.

I pointed at the chair and desk and laughed, “Those look out of place.”

She laughed back, “Sweetie, only one of them is out of place. I love to sew so I had to have that in here and the salon chair is for Robert and George because they are hair dressers. But I want to show you something.”

She walked over to the salon chair and pulled a lever causing it to fall back into a flat position. She then took each leg pad and pulled them out. She laughed, “Tada! Now it is a stirrup table like you would see at a gynecologist’s office. Put your legs right here on these pads and spread your legs.”

I exclaimed, “That is so cool. I want to try it out.”

I laid down on the chair and put my feet onto the “stirrups” with my closed robe resembling a dress. I untied it so that I could spread my legs really wide. The cool air felt good on my freshly shaved sensitive pussy lips.

Nancy blurted out, “Oh my God…don’t move. Your pussy looks amazing like that. It is so pink and tight. You care if I go down on it?”

I grinned, “Be my guest.”

Just like a gynecologist going in for a closer look, she stooped down, manually spread my legs and began slowly licking my folds. Her tongue danced around my labia like she was trying to cover ever inch with her saliva. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm stimulation. She would to this thing with her tongue where she fluttered it against my slit opening then would pucker and go inside me with a large kiss. I loved how it felt and I was building up to an orgasm.

My head was shifting back and forth, “You are going to make me cum doing that.”

She continued licking while adding a deep hum. That vibration sent me over the edge and my body tightened up. I held my breath and exhaled in rhythm with every orgasmic twitch of my vagina. When it had ceased, I hissed, “Now I want more.”

Nancy walked over to a beautiful wooden chest and pulled out a strap-on with a six inch purple gel dildo attached to it. It was lying on top of a pile of adult toys. While fastening the straps around her waist and between her legs, she shifted the phallus until it stuck out perfectly from her crotch like a man’s penis. She rotated her hips back and forth causing the cock to sway side to side while commenting, “I think this will do just fine.”

I was still half laying in the reclined chair with my legs spread and feet in the “stirrups” when Nancy stood between them on her tiptoes for proper height adjustment. When the gel filled rubber cock entered my wet canal, I shuddered, “Oh my! That feels amazing.”

She was pressed up against my crotch and pumped my pussy with it. It was difficult but I managed to keep my feet up on the foot pads. I would have never guessed she could move her hips so fast but that mushy rubber was going to make me cum again quickly.

She seductively asked, “Is my little pixie going to cum again?”

I whimpered, “Uh…huh.”

Her thighs were slapping against my ass cheeks and I started moaning in orgasmic pleasure, “Uhhhhhhhhhhh…Mmmmmmm! Ohhhhhh! God…that was a good one!”

She grinned and backed up so that I could see my thick white cum smeared on the purple dildo. Taking her finger, she swiped a glob and sucked it off her digit, “Mmmm. You taste great.” She then continued to clean my juices from that “cock” and licking it off her fingers like she was removing the sticky from holding a doughnut.

I put my legs down and stood up, “I want to do you. I am craving your pussy and need it now.”

Nancy giggled, “Let me take this thing off.” She unstrapped it and allowed it to drop to the floor and we stood in front of each other completely nude.

I took her hand and led her to the sex swing. I helped her sit down in it and put her ankles in the Velcro straps. She laid back and now it was her turn having her legs spread and up in the air. Her married bald pussy was gooey and inviting. Taking a pillow, I was down on my knees and my first move was to clamp my mouth around her lower hanging left pussy lip. It was wet and I sucked it like a nipple while allowing my nose to wonder inside her slit. Her natural scent combined with her Bath and Body spray was heavenly.

She was moaning and I used the swing to my advantage by keeping my head still, my tongue out and manually moving her back and forth on it. I could stop her, lick her clit and pee hole before moving her again. I was mashing her so forcefully on my face that her juices were present on my cheeks.

She began to moan louder, “I’m cumming! Ohhhhhh! Yesssss! Ohhhhhh! keçiören escort Eat it, Britt!”

I ate her out just like that for another ten minutes until she orgasmed once more only that time she released a little squirt that dribbled down my chin and neck. It was so erotic to feel her warm female ejaculate splashing me. It was slightly salty but tasted good.

We stopped our sex play and put our robes back on. Before we walked out of the shed and back into the house, I asked, “Why does each door have this low hanging picture on it?”

Nancy lit up, “Oh my God, I’m glad you asked that. I almost forgot.” She pulled one side of the picture and it swung out like they do when one would see a wall safe behind it only behind this was a perfectly cut rectangle that led to the outside. She giggled while looking back at me, “You like it? I had to have gloryholes built into each door. Guys can stand outside and give us their ding-a-lings.”

I laughed, “I love it! You really have thought of everything. We are going to have so much fun on New Year’s Eve.”

Once inside, we toured the house, got a snack, and sat on the couch talking. It was good seeing Nancy and as usual we mostly discussed sex. She informed me that Scott, one of her winter lovers, wanted us to come over the next day for dinner. His villa was just a short walk from Nancy’s. After a couple of hours and glasses of wine, we headed off to bed.

I was slightly tipsy and in the bathroom peeing when Nancy stuck her head in the doorway and instructed, “By the way, while my hubby is gone, you can stay in our room with me. You won’t need pajamas, we can sleep nude together.”

It sounded great and after brushing my teeth, I soon found myself under the blankets in Nancy’s bed. With the exception of some moonlight sneaking in the window, we continued to talk in the darkness like a couple of school girls. We worked ourselves closer and closer until our nude bodies were pressed against each other. We kissed softly and rubbed each other’s breasts. For having two children, she had fantastic boobs with large gumdrop sized nipples. I couldn’t resist but to suck on them creating heavy breathing from her.

My arousal was transformed into energy and I allowed my fingers to wonder down between her legs. She was slick with moisture and I couldn’t help but dart a couple in and out. While I fingered her pussy, I only stopped sucking her nipples to periodically lift my hand to taste her juices. Even though I had just ate it in the shed, I was hooked again and needed more.

I whispered, “Do you care if I go down on you a little while?”

She smiled, “Of course not Sweetie. You can go down there and lick me all you want.”

Keeping the blankets up around her breasts, I slid down the bed to get to her gooey vagina. On my journey down, I reached her pierced belly ring just and it was similar to mine. I stopped to lick around it to create that tingling. With the erotic smell trapped inside the covers, I couldn’t resist any longer and needed to lick every inch of that pussy over and over. I reached my destination and Nancy would dig her bare feet into the mattress and tighten her legs when I would touch a sensitive area. I couldn’t get enough and every time she would orgasm, I would drink her nectar and proceed to lick it that much more.

It was pitch black and the fresh air was stale but I didn’t care. In my buzzed and horny state, I couldn’t get enough pussy and Nancy had no problem with that. I would use my thumbs to spread her folds and literally try to shove my entire face inside her. I lost track of just how many times she came but it had to be in double figures. I eventually became exhausted and fell asleep while eating it.

I remember throughout the night, I would briefly wake up to munch a little more before going back out. The scent was intoxicating and I used her pubic area as my pillow. Nancy was the first to wake up and gently slid out from under me without me knowing. Later in the morning, I awoke with her licking me. It was a pleasant wakeup call and eventually I grabbed a fist full of her hair and climaxed all over her grinding face.

With my juices fresh on her lips and her scent all over my face, she crawled up overtop me and fed me my own taste with a large kiss, “Good morning Sweetie. Did you sleep well? I know I did.”

I smiled as I opened my eyes, “Oh yes. That is the perfect way to be woken up. Would you want to go home with my and be my own personal alarm clock?”

She laughed at my joke, “As long as you stay here and be my own personal sleep aid. The last time I looked at the clock before I fell asleep, you had been licking my pussy for just over two hours! I thought it was the least I could do to return the favor this morning.”

Shaking my head in approval, I agreed, “Mmm, I’m glad you did. What are we going to do today?”

Hopping up off the bed, she handed me my robe and requested, “I have breakfast and coffee in the kitchen then we are going for a bike ride before we head over to Scott’s place.”

We sat in our robes, sipping our warm lattes while eating breakfast. The Arizona weather was to be a cooler 55 degrees so we dressed in our spandex leggings, tennis shoes, and I wore a Nike hoodie while Nancy wore a lightweight zip up jacket. When I asked her if she had an extra bike for me, she responded, “I have that taken care of.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32