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Ce texte étant quand même très très violent, je ne le recommande qu’aux amateurs du genre. Pour les non amateurs, vous pouvez bien entendu le lire, mais prenez alors vos responsabilités. Après, si c’est pour commenter que ce texte est violent, voire très ou trop violent, que cela se termine mal, que cela vous choque, que c’est mal ou des trucs du genre, ben oui, je viens de vous le dire.

Il est réservé à un public majeur, tous les personnages sont majeurs. Il contient, suivant les chapitres, toutes les perversions les plus abjectes de la zoophilie à ce que vous pouvez imaginer de pire. Donc, si vous n’aimez pas ça, ne lisez pas. Après, ne venez pas dire que je ne vous avais pas prévenus.

Pour les amateurs du genre et mes fans, je vous souhaite bonne lecture.

Le lendemain matin, Éloïse est déjà levée quand les filles se lèvent. Toutes passent à la douche. C’est Lena qui demande:

– On doit mettre les tenues de stagiaires?

– Oui, c’est obligatoire pour que votre statut dans l’entreprise soit reconnaissable au premier coup d’œil.

Toutes le mettent donc. Maelly est rassurée quand elle passe sa tenue. C’est un tailleur sage, dont la jupe arrive au genou. C’est bien plus court que ce qu’elle met d’habitude, mais cela ira. C’est surtout classique et absolument pas sexy. Outre la jupe, il y a un chemisier et une veste de tailleur. Ensuite, Éloïse guide les huit jeunes femmes au réfectoire pour un petit-déjeuner continental. Café, thé, jus de fruits, viennoiserie, fruits, pain, beurre, confitures, j’en passe et des meilleurs. C’est plus que complet et il y en a pour tous les goûts.

Avant la fin du petit-déjeuner, Miguel les rejoint. Il entre dans le réfectoire en compagnie d’une Rosetta très fatiguée. Elle marche en boitant bas et en marchant les jambes arquées. Toutes lisent, sur le visage de la magnifique italienne, la douleur que lui impose le simple fait de marcher. Stéphanie Commente aussitôt :

– Cela sent une nuit torride avec sodomie.

– Beurk

C’est Lena qui vient de faire ça. Toutes les autres filles rigolent. Elles ne se connaissent pas depuis longtemps, mais suffisamment pour savoir que si une pratique sexuelle dégoûte Lena, c’est que ce ne doit pas être au top. Stéphanie est étonnée.

– Tu ne pratiques pas la sodomie?

– Non. C’est le seul truc dans le sexe qui me dégoûte. Une éjac faciale, je veux bien, mais ça, non. Plutôt crever. Et toi?

– J’ai essayé avec mon ex-mari. Mais il n’est jamais rentré, alors, cette pratique, on l’a abandonné.

Après un sondage, auquel même les vierges participent, elles se rendent compte d’un nouveau point commun : toutes sont vierges de l’anus. Sauf Naira, bien entendu, mais elle fait la fille vierge de l’anus pour ne pas avoir à parler de son horrible viol anal dont elle porte encore les séquelles aujourd’hui.

Lena se met à pouffer. Stéphanie l’interroge alors:

– Il y a quoi de drôle?

– On a toutes pensé que Miguel était pédé, à priori, vu la démarche de Rosetta, je peux vous dire qu’il est tout sauf pédé.

Stéphanie et les autres pouffent également. Cette dernière rajoute alors:

– Ou alors il a juste voulut savoir si le petit trou d’une fille est différent de celui d’un garçon. Dans ce cas, Rosetta marche comme Lucky Luke pour rien!

Ignorant pourquoi les filles rigolent, Miguel s’approche du petit groupe. Il regarde Éloïse qui n’ose pas le regarder dans les yeux.

– Éloïse, vous pouvez disposer. Je m’en occupe jusqu’à l’attribution de leurs maîtres de stage. Vous les reprenez en main à midi pour le déjeuner.

– Bien, Monsieur.

Éloïse regarde le petit groupe de stagiaires:

– Je vous dis à tout-à-l’heure mesdemoiselles.

Toutes la salut quand elle les quitte. Miguel prend une tasse de café et s’assoit en attendant que les jeunes femmes finissent. Rien n’est pressé, l’attribution se faisant à huit heures trente du matin, et il n’est que sept heures quarante-cinq.

À huit heures précises, tous se retrouvent dans la grande salle de réunion de l’étage trois des étages de direction. Bien que l’immeuble compte cinquante-trois étages, du cinquante-et-unième au cinquante-troisième, le nom est différent. Ce sont les étages directionnels trois à un. Les trois comptant les cadres dirigeants les moins importants, le un comptant les plus importants. Rapidement, une femme brune à la peau mate, typiquement espagnole entre dans la pièce. La cinquantaine, elle est encore très belle. Elle rayonne aussi bien par son physique que par la froideur qui en ressort. Ce qui pour une Hispanique est assez rare. Naira voit que même Miguel est impressionné par la femme.

– Je suis Lucia trabzon escort Alvarez. Je fais partie du conseil d’administration de la société Pablo Nino. Je fais partie de ce que vous entendrez appeler les « Cinq ». Avez-vous une idée de ce que sont les cinq?

Personne ne répond, alors la femme reprend:

– Pablo Nino est le 1 bis de la société. Le numéro un étant le propriétaire Igor, PDG de Igor International, dont vous avez sûrement entendu parler.

Là, tous acquiesce de la tête. Qui n’a pas entendu parler de la seule société française en pleine expansion qui commence à se rapprocher rapidement des plus grandes multinationales du monde.

– Pablo est entouré d’un conseil d’administration de cinq membres qui le seconde dans chaque décision importante à prendre, même si Pablo reste le seul décisionnaire final. On appelle ce conseil les Cinq. On est tous, à égalité, les numéros deux de cette entreprise. Il y a quatre hommes et une femme, moi. Supervisant les ressources humaines, vous dépendez donc toutes de moi. On sera souvent en contact, il faudra m’appeler madame et me donner la plus grande déférence si vous voulez un jour avoir une chance d’être embauchée chez nous.

Bien sûr, il n’y a pas que son apparence qui soit froide, sa personnalité est glaciale, pense une Naira impressionnée par la dirigeante.

– Miguel vous a déjà sûrement parlé de la Société. Vous vous êtes sûrement renseigné sur Internet. Mais sachez que les chiffres que vous avez vus sur votre ordinateur sont largement minorés. Au total, la société Pablo Nino emploie vingt-cinq mille employés. Dont quinze mille en Espagne, sur nos sites de Madrid, Barcelone, Séville, Valence, mais aussi dans de nombreuses succursales dans d’autres villes et villages. Nous sommes aussi présents en Argentine, en Colombie, au Mexique et aux USA pour la forte population hispanique se trouvant là-bas. Nous avons des succursales assez importantes dans chaque pays non cité auparavant et dans chaque grande ville d’Amérique du Sud et Centrale. Nous avons une société sœur, avec laquelle nous menons des actions essentielles, de lobbying notamment, située au Portugal. Elle supervise et est implantée dans les pays lusophones, dont le Brésil. Le siège est à Lisbonne, mais cette société compte des sites comme le nôtre à Porto et Rio notamment.

Ils sont vraiment impressionnés par une telle réussite dans un monde en crise.

– Tout cela a été possible suite à notre rachat par « Igor International » il y a sept ans maintenant. Jusqu’à eux, nous n’avions que huit cent employés, dont beaucoup étaient inutiles. Maintenant ici, de la balayeuse à Pablo Nino, chacun et chacune a son importance. Vous avez six mois de stages pour faire vos preuves. Nous allons vous superviser, vous étudier, vous décortiquer. Suivant ce qui en ressortira, on pourra vous offrir un poste mineur, comme agent d’accueil, à un poste de cadre dirigeant à l’étage 1 de la direction. Dans tous les cas, vous aurez un bon salaire et un logement pas cher. Mais si nous ne sommes pas satisfaits, on mettra immédiatement fin à votre stage avec renvoi immédiat chez vous. Que vous en ayez encore un ou pas. Rien n’est fermé, c’est à vous de jouer.

Naira, comme les autres, n’a pas le choix, elle va donner le meilleur d’elle-même pour aller le plus haut possible. Et si elle doit finir balayeuse, elle le fera, au moins elle aura un salaire et un logement.

– Sur les dix dernières années avant le rachat, la société Pablo Nino a eu sept fois un bénéfice net de cinq millions d’euros, deux fois de sept millions. Avec l’affaire qui nous a frappé, qui a débouché sur la condamnation de l’ex-femme de Pablo, ainsi que de plusieurs ex-employées, la dernière année avant le rachat, nous avons accusé une perte de cinquante millions d’euros. Nous étions au bord du dépôt de bilan, l’existence de la société n’étant assurée que pour les trois mois suivants. Le rachat, en plus d’une bouffée financière, a amené un professionnalisme que nous n’avions pas. Quatre ans plus tard, nous avons atteint le milliard de bénéfice, tout en multipliant par quinze nos effectifs. Ces années, pour le huitième bilan après le rachat, nous allons dépasser les deux milliards de bénéfices.

Naira pose une question intelligente ou presque.

– Combien cela va rapporter aux actionnaires?

– Zéro, nous n’avons pas d’actionnaires. La multinationale « Igor International », toutes ses branches ou sociétés lui appartenant, ne sont pas cotées en bourse. Les bénéfices sont partagés en quatre parts. Un quart pour tous les employés et dirigeants de la société bénéficiaire, un quart pour Igor et les patrons des sociétés tierces lui appartenant. Un quart est envoyé dans les caisses d’Igor International. Là, toutes les sommes des entités bénéficiaires sont partagées en trois, un tiers pour Igor, un tiers pour tous les employés et dirigeants, un autre tiers va dans les caisses de la multinationale. Tout comme le dernier quart des bénéfices de Pablo Nino va dans les caisses tunceli escort de l’entreprise.

– Pour les employés, cela ne doit pas faire beaucoup…

Commente Stéphanie.

– Stéphanie, c’est ça?

– Oui, c’est ça.

– En France, par exemple, en moyenne, combien un technicien de surface d’une multinationale a-t-il eu de participation au bénéfice?

– Je ne sais pas, je dirais mille euros.

– La plupart du temps, zéro, pour les autres, une centaine d’euros. Chez « Igor International », il a touché en primes environ vingt-quatre mille euros, soit une deuxième année de salaire. C’est ce que l’on touche, une autre année de salaire si les bénéfices sont bons. Bien entendu, plus votre poste est élevé, plus votre salaire est fort, plus votre deuxième année est importante.

Rêveuse, aucune des filles ne commente. Plusieurs personnes entrent alors dans la pièce. Lucia ne les présente pas.

Lucia reprend:

– Bon, on va passer à vos postes. Miguel ici présent dirige le service du personnel avec François, un de vos compatriotes, mesdemoiselles. Anna et Océane iront avec lui. Il vous placera lui-même dans un des services qui dépendent de lui.

Les deux filles se mettent donc près de Miguel.

– Stéphanie Tu iras au service paie. Tu vas être sous les ordres de Juan, Sofia, tu iras aussi au service paie, avec Ali.

Deux cadres à l’air sympathique leur font signe, elles s’en approchent.

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– Lena et Amina, vous allez aller à la Résidence. Vous serez logées sur place, il y a également un réfectoire. Lena tu seras sous les ordres d’Alberto, Raul et Julian. Ils sont les responsables du service loyer.

Trois sexagénaires lui font un signe de main. Elle qui espère un jeune et beau chef de service ou un cadre dirigeant, ben c’est raté.

– Amina Pour toi, ce sera avec Meyer, au service Relations clients. Vous serez logées dans un deux pièces. Il y a également un réfectoire à l’étage. Vous ne perdez pas aux changes, c’est également un grand chef qui s’occupe de la cuisine.

Lena sourit, l’homme qui va la superviser est aussi vieux que les siens. Amina et elle se rapproche de leur superviseur.

– Pour finir, Maelly et Naira, vous serez avec moi. Maelly, tu m’auras comme superviseur au service Ressources humaines. Plus précisément, au service recrutement. Quant à toi, Naira, ton superviseur qui dirige le service discipline est en vacances, donc pendant les trois prochaines semaines, je te supervise. Jusqu’à son retour.

Comme les autres, Maelly et Naira se rapproche de Lucia Alvarez. Consciente que de toutes, elles sont les moins bien loties. Leur superviseur a l’air d’un dragon comparé aux autres. Aucune des deux ne se doute qu’elles sont bien en dessous de la vérité.

Lucia n’en a pas fini :

– Mesdemoiselles, je vous ai parlé des primes qui peuvent atteindre une année de salaires. Cela peut aussi vous concerner. Souvent, quand on est sur un projet à mener à bien, il faut faire des heures supplémentaires. Chez Pablo Nino, nous n’aimons pas payer d’heures supplémentaires. Donc voilà, cela se passera pour vous comme pour une personne embauchée. Soit on vous paie toutes vos heures sup’, ce qui correspond en moyenne à cent cinquante heures par an, soit on ne vous les paie pas, et vous serez éligible aux primes sur les mois de votre présence. Le choix se fera pour vous, avant de commencer quoi que ce soit, auprès de vos superviseurs.

Stéphanie qui a vraiment besoin d’argent demande:

– Si on refuse le paiement des heures supplémentaires, on aura donc une prime sur un an à mille euros, divisée par deux vu que l’on ne fait que six mois ici?

– Non. Votre salaire est un salaire de stagiaire. Si vous participez à des projets, les revenus desdits projets ne seront pas ceux de stagiaires, mais de pro. Nous vous donnerons donc le minimum salarial d’un employé sur ce projet. Et sur l’année complète. Donc, au minimum, si le salaire des participants à ce projet est de deux mille euros, vous toucherez les vingt-quatre mille euros de primes intégralement. Si vous participez à un projet où le salaire minimum des participants est de trois mille euros, ce sera donc trente-six mille euros de primes.

Aucune des filles ne revient de ce qu’elles viennent d’entendre. Toutes savent qu’elles vont refuser le paiement des heures sup’ pour passer au système de primes.

Lucia termine sa conférence:

– Vous aurez, quelle que soit votre réussite, une ultime épreuve. Passé en rendez-vous personnel avec notre patron, Pablo Nino. Cette entrevue décidera de votre grade et de votre contrat. Elle aura lieu dans les derniers jours de votre stage, pour celles qui seront encore parmi nous. Mesdemoiselles, en attendant, c’est le début officiel de votre stage. Vous devez avoir la tenue que l’on vous a remise dès que vous êtes en dehors de vos quartiers. Si cela rassure certaines, vous pouvez les rallonger ou les raccourcir pour les plus audacieuses. Amina et Lena, vous allez chercher uşak escort vos affaires, vos superviseurs vont vous accompagner. Océane, tu changes de chambre et tu passes avec Stéphanie et Anna. C’est tout pour moi. Naira et Maelly, suivez moi, que je vous présente à mes équipes, ce sont elles qui vont vous gérer pour l’instant. Pour les autres, suivez vos superviseurs. Bonne journée et bonne réussite pour vos stages.

De toutes, Lena est la plus déçue. Non seulement elle a trois superviseurs, contre un seul pour les autres. Donc, son plan de proposer une pipe contre un contrat vient de tripler, il en faudra au moins trois. Mais en plus, les trois papy, comme elle les appelle, n’ont pas fait preuve d’une joie folle, en voyant qu’ils allaient devenir les chefs de ce canon blond aux yeux verts et au corps de fou. Ils seraient pédés que cela ne l’étonnerait pas. Mais par contre, ce qu’a dit Lucia n’est pas tombé dans l’oreille d’une sourde. Elle peut raccourcir sa tenue. Lena décide d’employer les grands moyens. S’ils sont hétéro, il est possible que ses trois superviseurs aient une crise cardiaque en la voyant. Sinon, cela peut être mort pour elle.

Une fois arrivées à leur chambre, Amina et Lena remettent leurs affaires dans leurs sacs-à-dos et leur valise. Les superviseurs les attendent dans la pièce à vivre du milieu. Amina est la première à finir. Elle regarde son amie :

– On y va?

– Vas-y, je finis et j’arrive de suite.

– OK, tant pis pour toi si je deviens leur préférée pour ne pas les faire attendre.

La phrase de la Black fait rire les deux nouvelles amies. Dès que la porte se referme, Lena sort une paire de ciseau de sa valise. Des ciseaux de couture. Elle se met en face d’un miroir. Elle met la lame des ciseaux pour déterminer la hauteur à laquelle elle va couper. Elle pense : « Je vais faire salope là-dedans. Mais je me sens déjà si pute par rapport au toubib, que je ne pourrais jamais le refaire. Même pour un job, je ne vais pas pouvoir en sucer un seul. Alors risquer qu’ils me demandent de coucher… Alors je vous en prie, mon Dieu, faites qu’en me voyant dans cette tenue, cela soit suffisant. Amen. » Lena détermine ce que l’on appelle une longueur ras-la-moule et commence à couper. Tant pis si les trois font une crise cardiaque.

Quand elle ressort, Lena estomaque tout le monde, les hommes se mettent à bander. De face, on voit le petit triangle correspondant à la naissance de son string. De dos, ce sont les boursouflures correspondant à la naissance de ses fesses que l’on découvre. Elle n’a plus que sa veste de tailleur, laissant voir les côtés de ses seins. Elle est plus qu’un appel à la baise. Lena ne le sait pas encore, mais elle vient de faire la pire erreur de sa vie, celle qui va la précipiter dans un enfer sans nom.

Naira et Maelly suivent Lucia. Elle marche d’un pas rapide et décidé, sans se préoccuper de savoir si les deux stagiaires la suivent ou pas. Tant bien que mal, les deux jeunes femmes y arrivent. Devant l’ascenseur, sans se retourner, Lucia leur explique :

– Dans la partie que je dirige, vous allez devoir me prouver que vous méritez d’évoluer. Au début, cela va vous paraître lassant, inutile. Mais si vous vous donnez à fond, il n’y aura pas de limites à vos succès.

Maelly, très timide, n’ose rien dire. Mais Naira se lance :

– Aucune limite? Vraiment?

– Pour l’instant, je suis la seule femme dans les cinq. Pour une seule raison, nous avons été les seuls à soutenir Pablo lors de la crise. Mais il croit vraiment à ce qu’il fait maintenant, à donner sa chance aux femmes. C’est pour cela qu’il y en a quatre-vingt-quinze pour cent dans la société. Par remerciement, Pablo ne va jamais changer les Cinq. Par contre, il va s’agrandir, on sera six l’année prochaine. Et ce sera une femme. Si vous le méritez, vous pouvez être cette personne. Surtout que dès que l’un des cinq prendra sa retraite, à ce moment, la parité sera réelle, avec trois hommes et trois femmes. Donc il y a même des termes de la place pour vous deux. Un conseil, ne me décevez pas. Je vous ai choisies, car je pense que vous serez les deux meilleures du groupe. Mais j’accorde toujours une seconde chance. Je ne vais pas vous arrêter à la première bourde, par contre à la seconde, ce sera la rue. Compris?

En chœur, Naira et Maelly répondent à Lucia:

– Compris, Madame.

– Bien, j’espère que c’est sincère. Dans ce cas, l’avenir sera à vous.

Aucune des deux jeunes filles ne se doute qu’elles vont se jeter dans la gueule du loup.

Pour celles qui restent au siège, la première semaine de travail est assez chiante. Entre photocopie, café et trucs ennuyants, aucune ne fait vraiment rien d’intéressant avec son superviseur. Mais cela leur permet d’apprendre à connaître les gens de leur équipe. Si les six filles s’entendent bien, des affinités se font, surtout entre binômes. Une amitié est en train de naître entre toutes les filles du siège, tandis que Amina et Lena, isolées à la résidence, deviennent amies, surtout entre elles deux. Naira découvre en Maelly une jeune fille douce et gentille. Issue d’une famille très catho, les choses du sexe la gênent donc elle n’en parle jamais. Ce qui arrange bien Naira, car depuis son viol anal et buccal, le sexe la dégoûte. Rien que d’y penser… Beurk.

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I was counting the days. I had turned 18 10 days ago, and in 5 days, my girlfriend would also turn 18. After that we could legally engage in erotic activities together. Not to mention that in 8 days, we’d both graduate from high school.

“Guess who.”

Tina had snuck up behind me and covered my eyes.

“Very funny, dear.”

“You’re a stick-in-the-mud, Mark. I thought it was funny.”

“My mind was elsewhere, hon.” I wrapped my girlfriend in my arms and kissed her cheek.

“Apology accepted. I wish we could do more.”

We walked over to her apartment. Her mom, who had raised her solo since her dad left 15 years ago, greeted us. Tina’s mom was very protective of her daughter and very strict on rules – her favorite expression when Tina had hit her rebellious teen phase was “My house, my rules” – but I had long since earned her trust. Four years of dating Tina and being faithful to her will do that.

“Hi, Ms. Carlson.”

“I’ve told you a hundred times to call me Jill, Mark.”

“I know, it’s just that I was taught to be respectful to my elders…”

“Yeah, yeah. Tina calls me Jill, so should you.”

“I’ll try.”

[10 days later]

I was sitting with Tina in her living room, quietly holding her in my arms.

“I’m of age now, you know,” she chided me.

“Just because it’s legal doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. You’re beautiful and sweet and kind and I love you, but I don’t think I’m ready to be a father.”

“But Mark, I have needs! You don’t have to cum in me, but you can at least give me some orgasms. I broke my hymen with a sex toy two days ago, so that part is out of the way.”

“And you think I don’t have needs? I’m trying to be responsible. I just worry that once things get hot and heavy our hormones will take over and things will get out of control.”

Jill’s voice sounded from directly behind us.

“What you need is an older woman in bed with you two. One who had a hysterectomy when she developed the start of cancer down there five years ago. One who can safely take Mark’s cum in any of her openings while he pleasures you in other ways. One who hasn’t felt the touch of a man in so long she’s forgotten what it feels like and has needs that make both of yours look like a drop in the ocean.”

Tina understood right away.

“Mom! Are you trying to steal away my boyfriend?”

“Not efeler escort at all, sweetie. I just thought we should share him.”

“Get your own!”

“How? I’ve been working and taking care of you solo for 15 years. I don’t have time to find a man.”

“Great. Now you’re trying to guilt me into it. Like it’s my fault Dad left you.”

“No, that isn’t your fault. He’s just a jerk. But the consequences have been that I had to raise you completely solo.” Jill paused and gave her daughter The Look. “Don’t make me say it…”

“Mom!”

“My house, my rules.”

Tina let out a resigned sigh. I wrapped my arms more securely around her and gently kissed her neck, trying to calm her down.

“Mmmmmm,” Tina whispered. “That does feel nice.”

“I’ll always be yours,” I murmured back. “Even if you share me with Jill. I’m not going to abandon you for her.”

Tina raised her voice back to its normal level. “All right, Mom. You win. But you can’t touch him unless I’m also present.”

“Deal. Now get your butts into the master bedroom and strip.”

10 minutes later, the three of us had made pit stops and were naked on Jill’s large bed. I was lying in between mother and daughter.

“I’ll be your obedient little sex toy,” I informed them. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”

Tina was looking at my 7 inches of half-hard man meat. “Obedient, yes. But you’re definitely not little.”

Jill rotated my head towards her, and I gave her a kiss. Then she rotated my head back towards Tina, and I gave Tina a kiss.

“Kiss your way towards her breasts.”

The snarky 18-year-old in me surfaced for a moment. “Yes, Mistress,” I said sarcastically.

Jill’s hand shot down to my balls and she started squeezing. Hard.

“Do. Not. Piss. Me. Off. You will wish you were dead.”

My voice resembled that of a mouse. “Y-yes, ma’am.”

She released her grip. “Better.”

I did as I was told, and started slowly kissing my way down Tina’s neck. Tina made appreciative sounds. I wrapped my arms around her and caressed her slim body, gently groping her petite rear as I kissed down through her cleavage. Her breasts were not large. Firm B-cups. I took one of Tina’s nipples in my mouth and suckled, then took her other nipple into my mouth and suckled. Tina’s soft elbistan escort moans let me know she liked it.

“Now do the same thing for me.”

I let go of Tina, pivoted my body, and wrapped my arms around Jill. She had a considerably thicker frame than her daughter. Not obese by any means, but wider. A considerably bigger chest, too – soft, pillowy DDs. And a plump, round rear.

I traced slow patterns with my tongue from Jill’s neck down to her upper chest. She shivered slightly as I found my way to her cleavage. She was able to wrap her breasts entirely around my face, something Tina couldn’t do. I suckled on each of Jill’s nipples as well before she released me.

“Gently warm us up with your hands.”

I put my right hand on Tina’s mound and my left hand on Jill’s mound. Using my index finger in both cases, I ran a finger along their slits. Both women were starting to juice up.

I found two clits by feel and very softly brushed them. Two gasps of pleasure was the result. Then I eased my finger inside Jill before doing the same on the other side for Tina. I worked a second finger into both women’s boxes and began slowly sliding them in and out. After both women responded positively, I began softly scissoring my fingers. Jill clamped her pussy down on my hand immediately. Tina took a moment longer. I kept working my fingers until both of them climaxed.

I popped both hands free, and licked first Jill’s, then Tina’s honey off my fingers. “Mmmmmmm, delicious.”

Jill grinned. “I think you’ll make a splendid boy toy. Now, Tina will sit on your face while I ride your cock.”

Tina lifted her body upwards and swung it around, lowering her dripping slit onto my tongue. I cleaned her juices off her skin, then slipped between her folds. Tina gasped as I began lapping up her flowing honey.

Jill shifted her body and slid her warm, wet box right down onto my pole. I shivered as she enveloped me. She gave me a couple of squeezes with her internal muscles before she began sliding up and down.

I sped my tongue’s motions within Tina as Jill bounced on me. The younger woman wrapped her legs around my face. I lifted my hands and lightly groped Tina’s pert, firm rear. She giggled and pressed her body downwards.

I felt Jill’s hands on my chest as she braced herself. She increased erciş escort the rapidity of her bounces. Her body was quivering as she sped her pace, riding me harder and faster.

Tina began moaning as I started making circles with my tongue to collect every drop of her sweetness. I intensified my efforts to pleasure her. She tightened the grip her legs had on my head. I worked a finger to her clit, and she let out a lusty scream and gushed over my face.

Jill bounced with greater intensity on me as I began unconsciously moving my hips to match her motions. She began trying to milk the sperm out of my balls with her pussy muscles. I let out a muffled gasp of pleasure as she worked me. Her body tensed. I thrust into her harder. Jill trembled as she climaxed, her pussy violently clamping around my cock.

When she was able to control her body again, Jill slid off me and gestured for Tina to do the same.

“Now that he’s made us both climax multiple times, he’s earned a reward.” Jill cupped my very full balls. “Feel these.”

Tina put her hand down to my sac. “They’re very heavy.”

“And full of cum. This is when we can get him to agree to anything if we promise to give him release.” Jill turned her eyes on me. “You can cum if you move in with us.”

She slowly stroked my cock. My balls were starting to ache.

“All right.” That wasn’t a particularly onerous demand.

“And you have to give us each orgasms at least five nights a week.”

“Deal.” My voice was strained.

“And whenever we want to, you have to let us fuck your ass with a strap-on to let you know your place.”

“Be gentle when you do so, please.”

“And when you and Tina eventually marry, you have to promise to love, honor and obey her for as long as you both shall live.”

“Fine! May I please cum now?”

“You may.” Jill directed Tina to caress my balls. While her daughter did that, Jill sped the motion of her hand on my throbbing cock. I let out a strangled gasp as the sperm shot up my shaft and erupted into the air. Jill had aimed me so that it fell back onto my chest and belly. She stroked me until every drop of cum was extracted from my balls.

I lay on the bed, completely spent. Jill and Tina licked my skin clean of my sperm. Then they lay against me, resting their heads on my shoulders.

“That was awesome,” Jill whispered. “Thank you, Mark.”

“I enjoyed myself a lot,” Tina murmured.

“I had a good time,” I grinned. “Thank you both.”

My stuff was moved into Jill’s house within a week. Officially, I share Tina’s room, but the three of us spend many evenings together on the master bed.

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One night while at the local bar the wife and I extended an invitation once again to the barmaid to join us in our Jacuzzi for drinks after she got off work and to our astonishment she said she would love to come out and join us.

She wanted to know if we were going to be in it tonight and we told her that if she wanted to come out we definitely would be.

She asked if she should bring anything out and we told her just her birthday suit, a smile and an open mind.

She giggled and said it sounded interesting and we told her it could get real interesting before the night was over.

The wife and I left the bar at closing time and told Emmy we would see her as soon as she got done cleaning the bar and made it out.

When Emmy arrived the wife took her upstairs to our bathroom so they could get into their birthday suits and I told them I would get the Jacuzzi ready.

While they were in the bathroom getting ready I went ahead and stripped off and took the cooler out with me.

Within a minute or so my wife and Emmy came out wrapped in large towels and I couldn’t wait for them to take them off revealing those beautiful bodies.

They took their towels off and put them in one of the deck chairs and headed for the Jacuzzi.

It was winter time and quite cold outside so their nipples were hard as could be and although I wasn’t cold the sight of these girls was starting to make parts of me hard.

They slipped into the Jacuzzi and it was quite a sight to see the beautiful flesh slowly disappear under the water.

Once they had become accustomed to the hot water they were ready for a drink, which I retrieved for them.

I made them get their own drinks from that point forward, not because I’m not a gentleman but I loved to watch them raise up out of the water with moonlight reflecting off their glistening wet bodies and hard nipples from the cold night air.

When they would lean over to get into the cooler those beautiful asses would stick up in the air and you could see those sweet pussy lips peaking out at you and it was driving me wild.

We had been in there about an hour and feeling a little giddy from the alcohol and were talking about almost everything under the sun when I asked Emmy just how big that kinky streak was that she has.

Leave it to me to turn the conversation to a sexual nature but that’s how you learn things.

She never would tell me before when I asked her but I guess the alcohol and the present situation prompted her and she said it might be bigger than we could handle.

I just laughed and said we’ll see about that and the wife said that sounded like a challenge.

I then asked if anyone wanted to play a game and they both wanted to know what it was and I told them it was a naughty guessing game.

Although they weren’t quite sure they inquired as to how to play this game and I told them that our guest would be the first participant since she was the guest and we should extend all cordialities to her.

I told them that the person that was doing the guessing would be blindfolded and sit up out of the water on the edge of the Jacuzzi and the other two people could touch, kiss or lick any part of the mut escort blindfolded persons body for 10 seconds then the blindfolded person would try to guess who it was that was initiating contact with them.

If they got it right it was time for another contact to be made and they had to be wrong 3 times before someone else got the blindfold.

So if you enjoyed what was happening to you while being blindfolded then it was important to guess the right person.

Over the next hour or so we all had our turns wearing the blindfold and I don’t know about the ladies but I really enjoyed my time behind the mask with two beautiful women kissing and licking all the various parts of my anatomy.

Finally my wife said that she didn’t know about anyone else but all this skin to skin contact had made her horny and we all agreed so I suggested we move inside, dry off and see what kinds of indoor games we could come up with.

As soon as we were all dried off I told them to get on the bed on their knees facing each other which they did then they asked now what.

I told them to close their eyes and let their hands explore the other persons body all over.

While they did this I would go from one to the other gently kissing the backs of their neck sending shivers throughout their bodies.

After just a short time it was obvious that both girls were becoming highly aroused so I told them that the game was about to become more serious and they asked how serious and I said they would see.

I told Emmy to lay on her back on the bed and I told my wife to start at Emmys tits and lick her way down past her pussy down one leg and back up the other then she could lick her pussy if she wished.

My wife eagerly started licking Emmys body, slowly circling her nipples with her tongue and sucking them into her mouth then releasing them.

As she worked her way down Emmys body you could the level of arousal in both women rise to the point that low moans could be her escaping both of them.

They were both squirming from the excitement they were experiencing.

I watched for quite a while but then when my wife went down between Emmys legs I felt it was my duty to make sure my wife got some added attention of her own.

When the wifes hot breath hit Emmy moist pussy she let out a moan and when the wife flicked Emmys clit and pussy lips with her tongue she let out a gasp that was interpreted as and expression of pleasure.

While the wife was eating Emmys pussy I moved behind her and started to lick her pussy and this made her eat Emmy with such a feverish pitch I wasn’t sure if she was hurting her or all the noise was pure pleasure sounds.

After I thought both women had had enough of this I told the wife it was her turn on the bottom and that it was Emmys turn to lick her so they quickly switched and Emmy started to work my wife over.

The way my wife was squirming around I didn’t know how Emmy kept her tongue on her.

I was just sitting there watching both women enjoy themselves when my wife asked if I was going to show the same consideration to our guest that I had given her so without a word I buried my face in Emmys crotch from nazilli escort behind and started licking like it was a wonderful lollipop.

This was a great site to see my wife grinding her pelvis up against Emmys face while Emmy ground her ass back against mine.

I licked Emmy from her clit to her asshole and after a few trips and when I thought she might be ready I buried my tongue in her ass and she let out a squeal from excitement and the vibration on my wifes pussy from her Emmys squeal almost sent my wife over the edge.

I finally pulled back and told them that there was one more thing then it was my turn on the bottom to which they both agreed.

They asked what the one thing was and I told them to lay one on top of the other because I had always fantasized about eating two pussies at once.

After they got situated I hungrily started licking them from asshole to asshole and they must have been enjoying it because when I snuck A peek I saw they licking each other tongues and nibbling each others lips.

I could have let this go on endlessly but I wanted my turn on the bottom too.

I laid back and let both girls work their magic on me with their tongues and I was enjoying myself to the fullest extent.

It was fantastic to look down and see two beautiful women lick each side of my dick and watch as their tongues touched together.

They were licking me, and each other at the same time and it was so erotic I thought I was going to cum just from watching.

Finally my wife raised up and said she wanted to try something and Emmy and I asked her what it was and she said she wanted Emmy to sit on my cock and lean back so my wife could not only see my cock buried in Emmy but she could lick my dick and Emmys pussy at the same time.

Emmy slowly let her moist velvety pussy slid down my dick until it had totally engulfed me and it felt wonderful.

As she rode up and down and ground herself against my cock my wife sucked, licked and nibbled until Emmy groaned with passion and then exploded into a thrashing squealing orgasmic convulsions.

After she caught her breath she said that her and my wife should switch places so she hopped off my dick and the wife slid onto it.

I didn’t care because I was in a mans fantasy heaven with all this delicious pussy getting so excited that they were willing to experiment and try almost anything.

This was a wonderful feeling because after so many years together my wifes pussy fit my dick like a custom made glove and it felt fantastic.

After a very short time Emmy had my wife thrashing around on my dick like some kind of wild animal until she came.

When my wife cums her clit gets very sensitive and she had to push Emmys face away from her crotch so I told Emmy to get up there and straddle my face so I would be smothered all over in pussy.

I was so excited I think a stiff breeze would have made me cum so I decided to move things along before I exploded and had to sit out a while so that’s exactly what I decided to do.

I had both girls lay on their backs facing away from each other with their asses toward each other and as they got themselves into nilüfer escort this position I got into the toy drawer and got out the double headed dong and licked each pussy to ensure it was wet and ready then I inserted one end into my wifes pussy and the other end into Emmys then I leaned back and told them to enjoy.

They started off moving around slowly grinding their pelvises in a circular motion then they were picking up the tempo to the point that they were bucking, rocking and grinding their pussies together with the double headed dong completely buried inside them.

I don’t think you could have planned it any better because about the time I heard my wife starting to cum, Emmy was moaning with pleasure that surely had to be an orgasm working its way through her body.

Finally the two just laid there motionless with the double dong still buried deep inside each one and it looked lovely to see their juices mixed together and glistening on their inner thighs.

After I thought they had rested enough I told my wife to lay on her back and Emmy to get over her in the 69 position so they could eat each other at the same time which they eagerly did.

While they were enjoying the taste of each others juices I told them I didn’t know how much more of this I could take and that I needed to release myself and asked which one of them wanted me to dump a load inside them.

My wife said she could get it anytime she wanted and that Emmy was our guest which entitled her to special privileges so I should let her have the honor of being filled up.

So without a word I got behind Emmy and slid my cock into her hot moist pussy until I had reached the base of my dick and I was completely buried inside her.

I started to slowly fuck in and out of her pussy but it didn’t take long for me to pick up the tempo to the point that my balls were slamming against her clit which made her squirm even more.

With the feeling of Emmy fucking back at me, and my wifes tongue occasionally flicking my balls I slipped over the edge and exploded into Emmys waiting pussy.

Emmy was moaning and groaning into my wifes pussy and I was sure she was cumming with me.

It seemed like I would never quit cumming but the feeling was fantastic and I didn’t want it to stop.

I came so much that it was oozing out of Emmys pussy and dripping down onto my wifes face and I guess it was the combination of Emmy eating her pussy and our mixed juices dripping on her but I could hear her cumming again.

We collapsed into a mass of sweating flesh and just lay there for a few minutes to regain our senses.

I lit us all a cigarette and we just lay there and smoked and enjoyed the sight of the naked flesh glistening with our mixed juices.

I told the girls we should jump in the shower and get cleaned up a little so we headed for the bathroom.

All three of us got into the shower and we took turns gently soaping each other up ensuring not to miss one inch of flesh.

After we were cleaned and dry we went back to the bed and Emmy laid between the wife and I told them this was as close to heaven as a man could get and they said it wasn’t bad for them either.

We were all snuggled up together and soon drifted into a deep satisfied sleep.

It may be hard to do but the next time we all get together we will have to try some new things to reach the level of pleasure we experienced with our first encounter but we are all willing to give it our best shot.

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It was hard to concentrate at work. Not only had I Stephen to worry about, but now Tom. I didn’t want him at my house tonight. I didn’t want him to be there when Stephen got home. I didn’t want him there at all.

The consequences of my actions were raging within me. If Stephen left me, I would want to die…and it would be all my fault…and I couldn’t even blame him. I had ruined us. This was not gonna be an easy fix…this was like a blood stain.

I did regret not calling out, but I needed to be away from the house. I barely got anything done, silently sobbing through half a box of tissues, and trying to hide the tears from my co-workers…and around lunch time, I requested leave. I couldn’t work, and I definitely couldn’t eat. I just needed to be alone. I needed to think. Tomorrow, Stephen would be home…I just hoped he would understand what happened.

To make matters worse, I thought of him with that secretary. Would that make things easier, or harder? It would be a double burn…but we could heal together…or grow apart. I was just the same as everyone else now…and if Stephen hadn’t done anything, it would be much worse. I would be the slut wife…the adulteress. How could he still love me after this? I could barely see through my tears, and I was glad to pull into the driveway. I just sat there for a long time.

I worried about Tom being inside. Surely he would be gone with Mike by now, I hoped. I took a deep breath. It was my house. If he was there, I would tell him to leave. If he wouldn’t…I would…whatever it took. I was so sick to my stomach, it was like…nothing I’d ever experienced in my whole life.

I had never really done anything I wasn’t supposed to, I never had the desire to. I was the good one, and I liked it that way…for the most part. That of course, made my mind a dangerous playground…but it suited me. It suited me very well. I wouldn’t even have that now, not for a long time. I know I would get sick to my stomach if I thought of anything remotely like I had done.

I honestly didn’t know how people did it. I mean…the stress of a secret. The betrayal of a loved one…but maybe that was the key to this…perhaps they didn’t truly love their spouses…oh, how the hell should I know…

What I did know, was that I was broken… and I would have to break Stephens heart and tell him…no matter the outcome.

The answering machine greeted me with a blinking number two. I hoped for Stephen, but no, it was Tom. “Hey babe, I’ve got a little surprise for ya. I’ll be there around ten-ish, but I’m not promisin’ anythin.” He laughed at himself. “Now, don’t worry about what I’ve got for ya, you’re gonna love it. Seriously. It will help get us both off…not in a sexual way…well…well nothin’ more about it then. See ya soon.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? I was just a tad bit worried. I would have to call and tell him to just stay where he was.

Then the second message rolled on. Stephen. “Hello Ter. I…You’re probably still at work. I’m comin’ home a bit earlier then scheduled. My choice.” He sounded a bit flustered. There was a pause, followed by a sigh. My stomach was knotted up and fluttering. “Umm….nothin’ to worry about, still have my job and all. They graciously gave me leave. Told ’em I was feelin’ a bit under the weather, which isn’t all a lie. I don’t want to worry ya over the phone. Really not anythin’ to worry about. We’ll talk when I get home. Not sure what time. Probably not before you. I’m thinkin’ nine-ish, maybe ten. I know that’s a big range, but I’m not sure with traffic and all…I’ll be with ya soon.”

Wow. I was a bit panicked at this point. I erased the machine to get rid of Tom’s call, and dialed back his number. I needed to stop him from coming. No answer. Damn him! I had to leave a message, and hopefully he would hear the urgency in my voice. I doubt he would purposefully come knowing Stephen was on his way, and I no longer wanted him here. But with Tom, who knows.

Within an hours time I left two more messages, and still no answer.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. I paced a bit, and then sat watching the clock. I felt like I’d be sick at any moment. Would have been better off to stay at work. My whole body was hot with nausea. I feared what Stephen would say and do. I was scared he would just walk out, and not say anything at all. That would be the worst.

Then, finally…it passed 9pm. Having no call back from Tom, I was extremely worried he’d show up. Especially since I had no idea what this surprise would be. I hoped he had enough sense to stay away.

I had started to doze, and almost jumped from my skin when I saw lights in the driveway, then heard a car door. My heart raced. I was really hoping it was Stephen. This had been the longest week of my life, and I just wanted to hold him, but I’m not sure he’d even want me with what I had to say.

The door slowly opened in the dark that I was sitting in, but I knew it was him. I rose to his side, tarsus escort and there was a silence before he gripped me in his arms so tightly. This reaction shocked me…and I hugged back just as hard. “I’m so happy to see you.” I whispered in his ear. I was a bit choked up, but I wasn’t sure he would really take notice. He still hadn’t said a word, and that worried me. I could feel hot tears against my neck as he kissed me, sniffling back his emotions. This worried me more, it was not like him.

“We have to talk about something.” He whispered back. I had a feeling I knew. If it was what I thought, it was more a relief then anything. My confession would be a lot easier to give.

“You can tell me anything…and I have something to tell you as well.” He let out a sigh and led me to the couch, flipping on the light before he sat. I could see his face was filled with exhaustion, not sure if it was about his news, or mine. Most likely both. I could tell he was aware of what happened, as this wasn’t our normal type of greeting.

“I’ve been sick all week about this. It didn’t change things happenin’ though, did it. I should’a come home much earlier… I just….I can’t. I want ya to know this has never been an issue for me before, but things felt different this time. I was more then a bit stressed with your call about Tom. I know I said I was fine, but I really wasn’t. I should’a told ya to make him leave…” I interrupted…

“I think I know what you’re going to say. I….” He stopped me.

“Let me finish. I have to tell ya what I was goin’ through. I just want ya to understand.” I nodded, my eyes filling with tears. “I started off pretty confident when I left ya. I knew it was gonna be harder with a woman like her around. I was doin’ pretty good too. Then I heard Tom was here with ya. I didn’t want to freak out on ya…but I should have. Inside, I was fumin’. I knew I should’a told ya how I was feelin’. Then none of this would’a happened, at least I hope not. And I knew, with me not bein’ here… he’d get ya to bed with him, I just knew it. I thought though, that ya were stronger then that. I…oh, I don’t know. I feel like it’s my fault.” He paused a moment to weigh out his words. “I…well. I was partly glad, ’cause it would give me an excuse to do the same. I know that sounds terrible.” His eyes filled, and I took him in a hug. “I know it’s gonna be hard belivin’ me after all that…but I swear I didn’t do anythin’ with her. I almost did though. When the time came to actually do it…I just walked away. When I looked at her, I saw your sad face, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t imagine doin’ that to ya, and yet…I should’a stressed that I wanted him gone.”

I tensed at this news. I…well, I guess I believed him…I was a promiscuous wife regardless, and I cried harder.

“I know ya had sex with Tom. I didn’t want to believe it, but…I knew. I’m so sorry.” I held tightly to him, I wanted him to know I believed him, even if part of me was unsure. I had really done it, and he knew… so it would be no different if he had. It didn’t even matter.

“We can work past this, can’t we?” I sobbed into him. “I…don’t even know why I did it. I swear…I…” He let me loose and looked me straight in the eyes.

“Shhh…listen now. I was angry, much more then angry…I was. I wanted to…It’s just lucky I was away…gave me time to cool off, and think…but then fester with guilt and anger. Though, it probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise, right? The prick…”

“No, never….never, I swear. He did this on purpose you know.”

“Believe me, I do. Ya have no idea. He wasn’t meant to be here ’till next week…we talked about it…he’s been planning something like this for…” He stopped himself.

“What? What do you mean Stephen?”

“If we’re gonna make this work, we’ve got to make a promise to each other.” He changed the subject, and with the current situation, I let it pass. “Do you hear me? This is the only way I can get past this. Though, you’d think vows were enough of a promise, wouldn’t ya? I’m not sure if I’ll…this can never happen again. I can’t be away worryin’ what you’re doin’ here. It’ll destroy me. I should’a told ya to tell him to get. I’m so sorry.” He sighed deeply, and closed his eyes, trying to rub out the tension on his brow.

“No…Stephen. Please…don’t do that to yourself. You know it’s my fault…you can’t seriously blame yourself.” I choked back more tears, “I could’ve been stronger. I know I could have. I am the one who is sorry. You have not one thing to apologize for. I don’t deserve you. I would beg for your forgiveness every day if it meant things could go back to how they were.” I wiped his downcast face from tears. “I feel like an outsider now…I love you just the same, even more I think…but I’m afraid you will feel differently about me now…and that would kill me.” He pulled away…and he didn’t quite my fears of that…but how could I honestly expect him to?

“Where’s tatvan escort Tom anyway?” I tried not to cry with such a change of subject.

“He had a call this morning from a friend about work, and some girl. He’s been gone all day I suppose. I guess he’s staying with his friend.”

“Mike?” He laughed with aggravation.

“Yes.” I was a bit confused as to how he knew.

“You remember Charlotte, don’t ya? Ya don’t remember Mike?” He asked as my face showed confusion.

“Sort of…vaguely, I guess. So he’s with Charlotte then?” That made sense. I wondered if he would stay with Charlotte or Mike. Not that it mattered. “OH! I almost forgot!” I gasped, and Stephen jumped.

“For fucks sake, what?”

“Sorry. He left a message earlier that he was going to be here with some surprise. I don’t….”

“Oh really now. What might that be?” I couldn’t tell if he was angry or amused….or if he even believed that I didn’t know.

“No clue. I think he’s hoping I wouldn’t tell you…so maybe it’s a bribe.”

“Typical…”He scoffed, muttering complaints and curses as he made for the bedroom.

“You’re not going to flip out on him are you? I called to stop him from coming, but I’m not sure if he got the message. He hasn’t called back.”

Stephen paused a moment in the doorway, staring at the bed. I had washed the sheets after that last night with Tom. Then it had stayed unmade all week. “Ya care that much about him?” He didn’t look at me. “Did he fuck ya in here?” I didn’t answer. He pulled me in with him, standing by the edge of our bed. “Well….”

“Well…” This was terrible, I couldn’t lie to him about it…but I really didn’t want to say. It was extremely awkward…but that’s what I get for screwing around. This whole situation was one, big awkward mess.

“Don’t ya dare lie to me. Ya think I was born yesterday? If ya lie about this, then we’re through. So whatever the answer, it better be the truth.”

“What does it matter! Can we please not talk about this. I want to let it go.”

“We will. Just tell me where he fucked ya.”

“Yes, it was here.” I whispered, tears rolling from my cheeks. He didn’t need to know about the bathroom… although I would have preferred him knowing that instead.

Stephen was very quiet. Just sat silently on the edge of the bed, then laid back. “Did ya wash the bed covers?”

“Of course.” I stood there, not sure what to do. Had I not made this little snag in our relationship, we’d be having sex by now. I missed it, I wanted it. Being with Tom had made me want him more. Tom was nothing compared to Stephen…and it made me feel worse, to think that I’d thought such a thing would help me.

“Good.” He kicked off his shoes, and rolled into his side of the bed. “I keep seeing your body with his in my mind…in our bed…of all places. Why?”

“Stephen…” I whispered my protest, but he continued.

“Was he good at least? Did ya at least enjoy this little fling? Would seem a waste otherwise. Perfectly good Marriage…”

I cried…his words stung, as they were meant to…but I deserved it…I deserved a whole lot more. I sobbed as quietly as I could, but my sniffling was unavoidably heard, and perhaps that’s why he softened his words.

“I can’t stand that I let him get to ya…I can’t even be angry at you alone. That’s what makes it harder. I wish I could just hate you, and leave…but I just…” He sighed, perhaps rethinking what he was about to say.

“Well….no…you. I don’t even know what else to say.” I finally sat stiff on the edge of the bed. After awhile I laid back.

There had been a long stretch of nothing when I felt his hand through my hair. I didn’t move, and he came to me. I was in such a state of shock, I didn’t know how I should respond. Stephen held me tight, kissed my head, “I have a plan.” He whispered.

“What do you mean?” I looked into his eyes, and he looked elsewhere.

“Let’s allow Tom think you didn’t tell me.”

“What! Why?” I interrupted.

“Let me finish.” He put his hand over my mouth. “I want to see what he does….and I really want to see what this surprise is all about. I think I might know what it is.”

“Well, I don’t understand… and how…” He stopped me again.

“Does it really matter? I just don’t want him to know outright, at least give me that.”

“Alright, he doesn’t need to know anyway.”

“Aye. Will ya play along with me?”

“I don’t know…I guess.”

“You guess? Would ya say yes if my name were Tom?”

“I deserve that. I’ll play along.”

“Good girl.” He started kissing my neck. “Do you still want me?”

I was…more then shocked…but pleasantly surprised. I needed him…and I wanted him to want me. Not that I deserved it, but how much do any of us really deserve?

“Yes, of course I do. Stephen, I should be the one asking that of you. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want me.”

“I didn’t stop lovin’ ya, Theresa. tavşanlı escort I’m just extremely disappointed…extremely. Ya hurt me…deeply… and I never thought this of you. It’s gonna take some time to recover from this…and maybe not ever completely. But I do still love ya.” He sighed, “I know ya promised to be faithful to me once, and ya did break that promise…just…don’t ever do anythin’ like this again. I couldn’t recover a second time. We’d be finished, for good. I hope ya realize that.”

“Yes Stephen, I know…really I do. You have no idea how terrible I feel, and I thought you would leave me.” He shushed me, and I quivered at his touch. It was exciting that he still wanted me, even after Tom. It felt as if I’d been forever without him. “And you don’t know how sorry I am about all this. I wasn’t thinking. I truly hate myself Stephen.”

“Oh hush…I hope Tom didn’t stretch ya too much.” He joked, and then caught me in a kiss as I tried to protest that statement. “Did you like Tom’s cock?” He didn’t sound angry this time, in fact I could feel him hardening against me. I was in a deeper confusion, it was hard to think. His hot breath against my ear caused me to moan instead of answer. “He’s good isn’t he. I’ve watched him with women before.”

“What?” That information threw me off a bit, and I shifted to see his face. “You’ve never mentioned that.”

“Shhh….relax. Let me tell ya.” He put his hand over my mouth again to stop me from interrupting, and with the other went into my pants.”We shared a few women before. Ya know, he wanted to share you with me. I told him to stay away from ya.” He began kissing me all over.

“Stephen…” He ignored me and kept talking.

“Our first was my babysitter. Well, it was my first…but it was out first together. I always thought I was too old for one, but after Tom taught me the joys of a babysitter, I was sad when the day came I truly no longer needed her. He taught me about sex. He let me watch, and then told me to do exactly as he did.”

Unbuttoning my pants, he kissed my belly. Instead of making me angry, as if I even had a right to be, this was turning me on. The story, the kisses, his hands. “Aren’t you mad that he finally did then?”

“Well, I’m pissed cause he did it without askin’. Although, I wouldn’t have said yes had he asked. It’s just the point of it. I didn’t want him to have ya. I wanted somethin’ for myself.” He started unbuttoning my blouse. “You were all mine. I loved ya, and I was proud to have a girl that was only ever with me. Tom was always better with sex, more aggressive with gettin’ it. The girls we shared only fucked me cause he asked ’em to. But I got better. I started goin’ off on my own, gettin’ my own women. Tom never let me keep them for long though.”

“Oh, I’m sorry love.”

“Nah, they didn’t really mean anythin’. I was more angry that Tom took ’em from me. I just wanted some practice…alone, ya know. I wanted to do my own thing without him breathin’ down my neck.” He paused a moment, “I finally got out with my first job. Moved away. That’s when I found you…and like a damn dog he found us that first time…though, I watched over ya like a hawk then.” He sighed deeply.

“Wow…” I half laughed, a bit speechless.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever loved…and I…” We were interrupted…

“Hello!” We both heard Tom call. “Anybody home!” He was loud, and obnoxious as usual. Like I really expected anything different.

“Fake an orgasm.” Stephen whispered.

“What…I.” I wasn’t sure I’d sound convincing.

“Oh, just do it for fucks sake.”

And so I did…it was hard not to laugh, but it didn’t sound too bad.

“Fuck yea.” Stephen faked, he smirked at how stupid this was…’cause it really was. I had no idea what he had planned. That scared me a bit.

“Knock, Knock!” Tom yelled louder.

Stephen jumped off me, and I fixed my shirt, then my pants. “Remember, I don’t know anythin’ if he asks.” He whispered, heading for the door. “In here.” He answered boldly, meeting Tom in the hallway.

“Ah, sorry to interrupt.” Tom smirked. “Good to finally see ya.” He seemed unaffected by the whole situation. High on post sex, and the prospect of more I suppose.

“You demon. Botherin’ my wife while I was gone.” He joked, but I knew at that moment he wanted to kill Tom. I don’t know how he didn’t…years of practice I suppose.

“Is that what she said….” He looked at me. “I thought we had fun.” He winked without Steve’s notice and I ignored him, just walked quickly passed him. Tom was looking for some reaction from Stephen, and when he didn’t get any his face changed. Tom was smarter then Stephen gave him credit for, or maybe this is what he wanted. He should have given some sort of reaction to that though. I think Tom knew. I was afraid of the war games that would go on now.

As we made it to the living room, there were three figures sitting in the poorly lit living room.

“So this is the surprise.” Stephen said, “I knew it. What were you plannin’ on doin’ with my wife, Tom.”

“Yeah, yeah…just wanted to bring her some company is all. Didn’t know ya were gonna be home.”

“Ah, didn’t know I was gonna be home. What could you possibly do that ya didn’t want me to see, huh?”

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Day three dawned muggy, with thunderous looking clouds dominating the horizon. As time went on, the weather only became more depressing, with a light but permanent drizzle adding a damp sheen to everything. As I peered out of the flap of our tent, it started raining harder, and a chilling wind whipped around my face and neck, causing me to retreat into the stuffy, but warm cocoon we were calling home. A few diehards were tramping through the rapidly forming mud in their wellies and mackintoshes, hair plastered to their brows, rivulets of water pouring from creases in their waterproofs.

I prod your form in the dim light, hissing for you to wake up. You do so, and blink at me sleepily, confused. I point out of the narrow opening, at the grey skies and encroaching mud. You respond with ‘so? Come back to bed, it’s early. The weather will improve later’.

Sighing, I crawl back into the sleeping bag with you, draping myself over your chest. I had hoped to actually watch some of the show today, as we had missed the previous two day’s worth, and it seemed a shame to attend a music festival and not see any music.

‘Well, if I have to come back to bed, we’re not sleeping’, I purr in your ear. Touching my tongue to the tip, I trace around the delicate contours and nip at the lobe, whilst snaking my hands down your body to your already hard cock. You wriggle playfully and nibble at my lower lip, before deepening the kiss, bringing your hands up to cup my face. Rolling me over, you grab my hands and hold them above my head, exclaiming a triumphant ‘gotcha!’ before lowering your head and blowing a raspberry on my stomach. I giggle and arch my back, bringing my breasts up close to your face. You take your cue and take one of my nipples in your mouth, sucking it gently. I let out a soft sigh and lay back, letting you minister to my needs.

You bring your hand up to my other breast, circling the bud with your thumb, squeezing the flesh between thumb and forefinger. Pushing my breasts together, you lick up the valley between them, and down to my navel, where you pause to grin up at me. I part my legs slightly, inviting you in, and the scent of my arousal pervades the air. You push my legs further apart and move down, letting your breath blow warm onto my skin, until I feel your tongue, probing between my inner lips. I twitch slightly, and moisture seeps out from inside me. You delve deeper, tasting my darkest recesses, swirling your tongue in and around me. Drawing back, you replace your tongue with your forefinger, and place your lips around my clit, pulling gently at the nub. I draw my breath sharply, and arch my back a little.

You start to move your finger in and out, slowly at first, but quickening your pace slightly as gaziemir escort you flick your tongue across my most sensitive of organs. My hips start to move of their own accord, begging you to move faster and harder, as my breath comes in ragged gasps. You oblige, pushing into me with more force, until my inner thighs are slick with my own juices, and my eyes start to roll back in my head. Suddenly you change tack, pinching my clit with your finger and thumb, and ram two fingers of your other hand deep inside me. My back arches as I scream, heedless of the thin material that is the only barrier between us and everyone else.

You carry on fingering me, your hand soaked in my juices, as my body trembles and my nails dig into the groundsheet, fists clenched. For what seems like forever, I’m paralysed with pleasure, unable to move even the slightest bit by myself. As my shaking begins to subside, you withdraw your fingers and move up to kiss my brow, smoothing my ruffled hair back.

At that moment, the flap of our tent is pushed aside, and Matt and Laura, the couple we met briefly yesterday, entered. In a somewhat compromising position, I struggled to sit up and cover myself a little, so as not to embarrass our guests. They seem unshakable, as Laura giggles and says ‘well, it seems we missed lunch then. How about dessert?’

Slightly taken aback, I stutter a little, and look to you for support, finding none in your equally shocked expression. Looking back at the couple we barely knew, a spark of arousal pinged somewhere deep in my stomach. The woman was very attractive, wearing a short skirt that emphasised her toned legs, and a t-shirt that hugged her slim torso. Greenish-blue eyes peeped out from under a dark brown fringe. Full lips curved in a generous smile. Straight white teeth, the sparkle of a tongue piercing. Matt was also attractive, cargo shorts and t-shirt showed a toned, but not too muscular, body. His eyes were dark brown, and his hair was a lighter brown, almost blonde in colour, short and messy in style. His eyebrow was pierced, and tattoos snaked down his arms. They made a gorgeous couple. And they were in our tent, making no attempt to hide their intentions.

Laura crawled over to me, and sat back on her haunches, a glint in her eye. The same glint that was in mine. Steeling myself, I leaned forward and kissed her, full on the lips. The first time I had properly kissed a woman, outside of drunken dares. It was different, her lips softer, no fuzz of hair on her upper lip. I enjoyed it, tentatively nibbling on her lower lip. She purred deep in her throat and reciprocated. Growing bolder, I placed a hand on her stomach, feeling my way under her top to touch the smooth skin. gelibolu escort I felt the tautness of her body, muscles hidden just under the skin tightening at my touch.

I part my lips a little, allowing my tongue to entwine itself with hers, dancing a secret dance known only to us. I move my hand further up, reaching the curve of the underside of her breast. The skin there is even softer, if that is possible, than the rest of her. I cup her breast, feeling the weight, so different to anything I’d experienced before. Then I slide my fingers up, around the edge, and onto her nipple, feeling it harden at my touch, noting a piercing. Laura moans, ever so softly, and my stomach jumps with arousal.

Breaking our kiss for a moment, I pull away to remove her t-shirt, eager to view those beautiful orbs. They are even more perfect than I felt, full and round, pinkish nipples in the dead centre of each. It is to one of those nipples that I attach my mouth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue, and pinching gently with my teeth. Laura purrs appreciatively, and settles on her back.

At this point, I remember you, and Matt. I look up, and the two of you are watching, holding your breath, entranced. An idea forming, I nod to both of you, eyes sparkling. In an instant, you’re both naked, your cocks painfully hard. I note that Matt has a slightly longer, but thinner, cock, and wonder how it feels. Disrobing Laura of her skirt and panties, I find that she is pleasantly shaven, a tiny triangle of hair remaining as decoration. My own pussy twitches at the sight of hers, and moisture starts to seep again. Parting her legs, I move between them and crouch, inhaling the sweet aroma of her. Stroking her thighs with my hands, I slowly lick her, all the way up and down. The taste is new to me, making me slightly giddy.

I feel a pair of hands on my hips, and my skin crackles with static electricity. The hands rove over my body, grasping my hanging breasts and squeezing them together. I look up at Laura, and see you kneeling beside her, feeding your cock into her mouth. Which means that the person behind me is Matt.

I let out an involuntary moan as I feel his cock enter me from behind, and you look over. Instead of jealousy, I see pure lust in your expression, as you watch me get fucked by another man, while another woman wraps her lips around your cock.

I duck my head back to Laura’s cunt, licking with more enthusiasm than before. I push my tongue inside her, swirling it in her liquidity. She moans around your cock, and I see that your hands are busy attending to her tits. Matt’s cock feels different to yours, it reaches further inside me, but has less girth. He pumps in and out of me slowly, gemlik escort so as not to jerk my head away from Laura’s pussy. I sway my hips, kneading Matt’s cock with my muscles. I hear him groan, and moments later, feel electricity course through me as he slaps my arse. I push back against him, willing him to fuck me harder, while lashing my tongue inside Laura’s cunt.

From my peripheral vision, I can see you nearing orgasm, knees starting to tremble. You take your cock out of Laura’s mouth, and start to pump it vigorously, hovering over her face.

Laura’s hips start to buck, signalling how close she was to an orgasm, so I redouble my efforts, pushing my index finger inside, up to the knuckle. Her eyes flick open and she shivers slightly as I twist and wiggle it inside her, while my tongue is flicking her clit. I remember what you did to me, so I purse my lips, and suck gently on her clit, while increasing the pace of my finger-fucking. This has the required effect, as she utters a short, piercing scream, and her eyes roll back in her head. Her pussy twitches around my finger, and her juices gush, coating my hand and face with tangy vanilla.

As her orgasm subsides, I get up from my elbows, so I can push myself harder into Matt’s cock. He starts fucking me in earnest, hard and deep. I feel myself beginning to slide into that semi coma that signals my orgasm, and my hips jerk in rhythm with his. Sensing my needs, he brings his hand down on my buttocks, delivering a stinging blow that makes me jerk backwards and cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I beg him to do it again, more, harder, and he complies. A flurry of slaps hit me, knocking the breath out of me, so my scream is transformed into several short, sharp barks. My cunt contracts around Matt’s cock, causing him to groan and release several bursts of hot seed inside me, holding my hips to him.

Seeing me orgasm from a different angle finishes you off, and you spurt thick white cream over Laura’s neck and chest, moaning quietly. She cranes her neck to suck your last drops from you, before falling back and rubbing your cum into herself, giggling.

I finally gather enough strength to lift my head, and smile. Sweat glistens on my back, and mine and Matt’s juices seep out from between my legs. He removes his cock from me, releasing a small flood, and then we collapse in a satisfied heap, limbs entwined, pulses slowly returning to normal.

About fifteen minutes later, we stir. Trooping off to the river like a group of school kids, we wash each other tenderly, and return to the tent, where we swap numbers and promise to repeat the experience next year.

After loading our stuff into the car, double checking everything is ready for the journey home, and hugging Matt and Laura goodbye, we join the sluggish traffic on the M25. I turn to you and say ‘Okay, you’ve convinced me that festivals are okay. And anyway, we have to go back next year, they’ll be expecting us’. You turn to look at me, and we both grin.

Next year it is, then.

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I’d just picked up two new propane tanks and had headed down the dock when I heard the Volkswagen. You know the sound, distinctive and always the same regardless of whether it is a bug or a van. Reaching the boat slip I turned in headed for the back of the houseboat with a glance over my shoulder at the VW van. It had just come to a stop, its passage revealed by the drifting dust cloud of powdered Utah sandstone. As my eyes focused, I saw a blonde step back from the driver’s door and push it shut. I registered a bare belly and green bikini top and had just caught a glimpse of the passenger getting out when I stepped beyond the houseboat window and they were out of sight. I was already setting the tanks down and stepping back to the window before I had a chance to think why. My titty radar had gone off; I’d realized the passenger had been topless. One step back and I could see a t-shirt going over the brunette’s head; I was too late to confirm what I thought I’d seen. I watched them headed down the dock momentarily, then decided to finish the propane tanks before I distracted myself.

By the time I had the two tanks wrenched in place it was break time. Break time was anytime a good looking girl needed to be ogled. In this case – two good looking girls. Maybe I’d have to double my break time.

I walked up to the store and stepped inside, eyes getting accustomed to the darkness after the bright outside light. I stepped over to the cooler and selected a drink, while my eyes surveyed the small store for the girls. I spotted the fluorescent green bikini bra first, and noted positively that it covered two medium sized breasts located below a set of green eyes and a blonde ponytail. She looked over, our eyes meeting. I nodded and smiled and was rewarded with a smile in return. The T-shirt was on a brunette, short hair; I couldn’t see her eyes, but the face was just as cute as the first. “Wow,” I thought, “this is the best thing that’s happened in a couple of days.”

Not that I didn’t see lots of good looking girls, actually just the opposite. But house boating is a family affair; mom and dad buy the houseboat, kids of all ages come along. I saw cutie after cutie, got to speak and flirt with all kinds of young ladies; got to get glares from all kinds of protective fathers, sometimes smiles from mothers that appreciated a hard bodied male; and then half an hour later they were off for seven days. A week later, they’d show up again, sunburned, suntanned, and ready to go back to their boyfriends back home. Sometimes I’d get a phone number and an invitation to call them if I ever got to Timbuktu — but I never did. Sometimes during the checkout I’d get an invitation to join them that evening for water skiing or dinner, which would only be a one-time thing because the next day they’d be twenty or thirty miles away and I’ve have no idea how to find them. Most of the time that’s all I got, lots of flirting, but not much action.

On that day, I was dressed as usual — cut-off jeans and not much more. Working on the docks and boats, it was just too hot to not get wet whenever possible. Officially we weren’t supposed to “swim” in the harbor area, but if there wasn’t a prop that needed changing or a control cable that needed inspection there was always the “slip” and fall into the water. Sometimes we’d need to fetch a boat from a mooring. The excuse was that it was so much faster to just swim out, climb on and bring it back in, but we learned not to do that when the Rangers were around. I fell in the water a lot during the summer.

I didn’t think anything about my physical shape at the time. Two years out of high school where I’d been a running star, I’d kept up the running, five miles before work and before the heat every morning. Then working shirtless every day, I was bronzed and buff. I never thought about it at the time, but looking back I realize now that often the girls were checking me out as much as I was checking them out.

I glanced back into the store as I went back out. We weren’t supposed to hang out in the store, or fraternize with the house boaters. Non-house boaters were supposed to be the same, but they were often times not quite as intent on coming or going and I was never one to pass up the opportunity to say hi to a pretty girl. I went back out to the houseboat I was working on and pulled up a chair on the front deck. The girls, whenever they came out, would have to walk right by me.

As they walked down the dock towards me I saw the bikini say something to the t-shirt, and the t-shirt glanced up my way. “How’s it going?” I said as they walked up. They had a bag of ice and two six packs of beer.

“Good. How you doing?” T-shirt answered.

“Real good — as long as I keep wet and get a cold drink every now and again.” I answered. “You been swimming?”

“Not yet. We just got here,” bikini said.

“Best thing is to get wet and keep that way. “Air conditioning” at Lake Powell is neck deep, and keep your hat wet.”

They both laughed. “Where can you karşıyaka escort go to go swimming around here? We really haven’t seen any place to get to the water’s edge.”

“Boy I tell ya,” I began. “The truth is, Powell is real hard to get to — without a boat. The highway crosses it in two places, and both are across high bridges. There’s the campground, just down the way there, but it’s nothing to speak of. Most anyplace else in this area requires a four wheel drive. You can go down towards the other marinas, it’s flatter down there and you’ll find some beaches you can get to — but it’s another 70 miles and there’s tons of people too.”

“Oh.” They both looked sort of disappointed. “We were kind of hoping maybe there was someplace without a lot of people…”

“Never been here before?”

“No, this is our first time. Some friends told us that we should come down here, that there were lots of secluded canyons and places where we could get away from everyone and be by ourselves; catch a little sun — that kind of thing.”

“That’s true. I’ve talked to people coming back in that have told me they’ve gone several days in a row without seeing another boat. But that’s up here at the North end. Down south — that’s where all the crowds are. But without a boat — it’s dang hard.” I paused momentarily. “You don’t have to stand there in the sun, pull up a seat.” I indicated the other chairs on the front deck.”

They didn’t hesitate, once I told them it was OK, they climbed right on with me. “Want a beer?” the blond asked.

“Oh, you bet; thanks.” I took one of the offered beers, they each opened one too. The gentle wiggle of the brunette’s breasts when she popped her beer top confirmed to me what my radar had told me earlier — she was braless.

“You ladies got names?” I asked.

“I’m Tracy,” the bikini answered, “this is Linda,” motioning to her friend in the T-shirt.

“Jim.” I offered. “Thanks again for the beer.”

“So there’s no place we can go and camp near the water without going to that awful campground?” Linda asked.

“Looking for someplace a little more private?” I asked, suspecting from their description they were looking to sun themselves sans clothes.

“Yeah, that and a place to camp.” I nodded in understanding. I thought about it for a moment before answering. I described the two or three places semi-accessible from the land, none of them fitting their desires, and ending with Farley Canyon. Just a few miles south it would be accessible, but depending on how many people were around, probably not private.

“If you had a boat I’d send you up north. There are a couple of pretty nice places up there.” They asked about the cost of a boat, and as I suspected they couldn’t afford a rental. I suggested they try out Farley Canyon and if it wasn’t to their liking to come back in the morning. “If you’re here at 8 tomorrow, I’ll take the day off and we can go for a ride,” I offered, throwing out a hook to see if they were interested.

“Really? You’d do that?” Tracy asked. “That would be cool.”

“Hell yeah — I pretty much work all the time anyway, as long as the houseboat load isn’t too much I can pretty much take off whenever I want. I already know tomorrow is practically nothing happening. Believe me; around here it’s not often that I might have the chance to hang out with a couple of pretty girls.”

We finished our beers just as I spotted an obvious houseboat party showing up. “Hey listen, I gotta go, those people are here for this boat. But I’m serious, show up first thing in the morning and I’ll take the day off.”

“Ok, we’ll hold you to it, if Farley doesn’t work out.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. “We really don’t have money, if it costs much…”

“Ahh, don’t worry about it. Gotcha covered.” I glanced their way as they got in the vee dub. I hoped they’d come back, I hadn’t gotten lucky in a while. I couldn’t help but wonder which one I had the better chance with.

~

“Hey Jimbo! How’s it going?” I heard someone say a couple of hours later. I glanced over at the fuel dock where an old blue beat-up tri-hull fishing boat was tying up. I recognized the older couple, some of our regulars, Wayne and his wife.

“Pretty good, Wayne. How’s fishing?” Wayne was an avid fisherman. He’d come down for a week at a time, two or three times a year, and a couple of long weekends also. Easily in their sixties, he was nothing to look at, just a good ol’ boy fisherman. His wife was a dumpy little thing, also nothing to look at, but the two of them were never apart. This was about the end of the year for them, though, the fishing kind of slacked off when it got too hot.

“Not so good on the fishing, just a couple. One good one, that’s all.” I wandered over to the gas float, and pulled the hose over to him. “You know Jimbo. You wouldn’t believe what we saw over in Farley Canyon just a while ago.” He may have thought I didn’t know, but no sooner had he started kartepe escort talking than I knew exactly what he was going to say. “We was fishing along up in the back of Farley when Margie said “Well, will you look at that. Well I never!” So of course I looked to see what she was seeing.” Lowering his voice, conspiratorially, he continued “They was these two gals up there laying in the sun — without a stitch on either of ’em.” He glanced at his wife who was walking over to the store. “Shoot, if Margie hadn’t made me move I’d still be there looking. They was a couple of pretty good lookers too, mind ya.”

“You suppose they’re still there?” I asked, not letting on that I’d been the one to send them there.

“Nah, we went around down around the bend and after a while I turned us around. When we got back up there, they was nowhere to be seen. They musta come in by the road, I didn’t see no boats.”

“Yeah, must have.” I agreed.

~

I finished my run before the sun came over the hill, although even the cool of the morning wasn’t very cool. I stopped at the weather station, the unmistakable white slatted box on four steel legs, and recorded the weather readings. The NOAA weather station at the marina was the only means of recording the weather within about 50 miles. Once a day I’d write down the reads, then reset the thermometers. Everyday I’d take the low temperature for the night before and add twenty two degrees, my prediction for today’s high. I was more accurate than the Weather Service forecast, which the park service would show up with a few hours later. That morning was 82 — it was going to be 104 later. A quick shower and a bite to eat, I was headed down to the docks at 7:30 when I heard a Volkswagen engine again. I glanced down the roadway and recognized the car approaching. I stepped over next to the roadway and waited.

“Good morning, Jim,” Tracy said through the open window. She was driving again, only this time they both had t-shirts on.

“Hello, Ladies” I answered, leaning against the door. “Have a good night?”

“I’ve had better. It was pretty hot.” I nodded in agreement. “Are you still willing to take us for a boat ride?” I confirmed that it was still in the cards, that all I had to do was a couple of things and that I’d be free until the following day. I asked how long they wanted to go for, whether it was until mid-day or all day, and then suggested that if they wanted we could take stuff along, camp overnight, and come back the next day. I told them I’d supply dinner. They agreed that sounded fun, so I showed them where the boat was and left them to load their stuff while I finished what I had to do.

Lake Powell is peculiar in many respects. The longest shoreline of any lake in the United States, it has several rather large bays of water but is dominated by hundreds of narrow canyons that twist and turn, sometimes for miles. Except in some of the southern bays that may be 5 miles across, the lake is maybe only a mile wide at its very widest points. Most of the time the main channel is only a few hundred yards, or less. Many think that the lake extends from Page Arizona to Hite Marina at the north end, but in reality at high water the lake extends into Cataract Canyon for another 30 or more miles. Named for its many, now inundated, rapids, Cataract Canyon is still truly a canyon, with vertical cliffs stretching hundreds of feet into the air. Only a couple of hundred yards wide at the widest, it seldom gets the wind driven waves that can happen in the large bays down south.

The ladies and I headed up Cataract Canyon, leaving behind the crystal clear waters of the open bays, and into the gray green waters of the Colorado River. Several miles up I drifted to the left side of the canyon which was only maybe 200 yards wide at that time. Searching for the narrow cleft, I slowed to wakeless speed and turned into the side canyon.

“Where are we going?” Tracy asked.

“Just watch,” I answered. As the inlet apparently came to an end, I slowed to an idle, looking for submerged boulders waiting to devour our propeller. I eased around a large boulder, as big as a house, and turned hard left into a previously unseen channel. Now virtually no wider than our boat, I eased back toward a hidden cavern. Hidden from view by the light to dark contrast, it was little more than a gaping maw, the mouth of a dragon.

“HELLO,” Linda shouted. “HELLOELLLOELLLOOO” the echo returned, bouncing back again and again. I shut the engine off, the sudden quiet deafening. Taking an oar, I pushed us back into the surprisingly large cave that opened up. Once out of the sun, the outside appeared bleached white in comparison, as our eyes became accustomed to the shadows. The coolness of the cavern was immediately apparent, probably 20 degrees cooler than in the merciless sun.

“How deep is it?” one of the girls asked. In response I took the paddle, shoved it down till it was nearly submerged then gave a shove and let go. The paddle kaş escort disappeared, and then moments later bobbed back to the surface.

“Maybe 15 to 20 feet or more,” I answered. “It’s really not very deep here; we’re pretty close to the side. Two years ago, this place was high and dry. I climbed up here, but it was pretty tricky.”

“This would be a great place to keep dry in a rainstorm,” Linda said. “Just slide back in here and float in the boat nice and dry until it passes.”

“Actually, it’s not,” I corrected. “This is a slot canyon, not a good place to be in a flash flood. The sandstone erodes really easily, when it rains up on top, it funnels into these canyons which erode very fast. Where there’s a slightly harder layer of rock, the water breaks over the edge and creates an overhang and cavern. Now that the lake has risen, it’s flooded this canyon leaving the access and discovery by boaters much easier than when someone had to climb cliffs to get here. Even then, not many people find it. But if it were raining, we could easily be buried under a torrent of mud and water.”

“I don’t think I would have found it,” Tracy said.

“True, I’ve argued with people about this being here and they didn’t believe me until I showed them.” We floated in silence, listening to the waves lapping against the boat, and the echoes of our movements.

“Let’s go out in the sun and go swimming” Tracy said, “I’m hot”.

“Me too.” Linda chimed in. I took the paddle and began moving us out into the canyon once again. Once out of the narrow slot we found our wake had dissipated, and in the windless morning, the lake was now just a reflecting glass. I shucked my shirt, stood on the edge of the boat and dove in. I surfaced, heard a splash behind me and rolled over. Clearing my eyes, I looked up at the boat just in time to see Linda dive off, topless. Tracy was already in, swimming toward me, and pulled up a few feet away. The water wasn’t crystal clear, but I could see her bare shoulders. I wondered if she was topless too. Moments later she flung her hair backward out of her face and leaned back into a back float position, her bare breasts breaking the surface confirmed it. I felt my cock lurch in lust — although I’d made no outward overtures, I was pretty sure I’d be getting lucky before the day was out.

We floated and talked, I made no comment about the girls state of dress – or rather, undress. After a while I went back to the boat and fetched three life jackets so we could float and talk. I told them all about how I’d come to be there and how long I’d been there, what I did, whether I had a girlfriend (no — and it had been WAAAYYY too long since I’d gotten laid). They told me they’d come to Utah to work at a ski resort during the winter, and had held over for the summer season. They’d decided to take some time off and visit Powell on the advice of some friends that had been there a few weeks before. They were both currently unattached; their boyfriends had gone home after the ski season, much to my relief. The day was looking better and better. Finally I suggested we head on up, we could hike and swim when we got where we were going.

Climbing back into the boat first using the engine, I grabbed the swim ladder and hung it over the side for the girls. They both climbed on board, taking my proffered hand, and nonchalantly stepping on and aside as I saw them both topless for the first time. I swung the ladder back on board, and taking my hand stripped the excess water from my skin.

“Where’s the towel?” Linda asked.

“Believe me, you won’t need it. Thirty seconds after we get moving, you’ll be dry.” I tried not to ogle their luscious breasts, but as soon as I got my sunglasses back on, didn’t hesitate to look sideways at their wonderful mounds of femininity. My cock had more than just lurched in lust; I was going to have to adjust it soon to get comfortable. Starting the engine, we moved in and out of the cliff morning shadows once again, until we got to the main channel which ran East-West and was in the direct sunlight. Easing the throttle up from idle, the evaporation practically instantaneously evaporated the water from our skins. Glancing sideways at first one and then the other, both girls had erect nipples from the rapid evaporation. I adjusted my cock, which upright practically stuck out the top of my cutoffs. I was glad I was facing the steering console, unusually situated in the center of the boat. Thirty seconds later, we were all dry, except for our clothes. Ten minutes later, they were dry too.

It was hard to hear quiet talk with the roar of the outboard and the whistling wind. Tracy leaned in closer, grabbed hold of my arm just inside the elbow. “We’re ok like this? Do we need to put our shirts back on?”

I grinned back at her, trying not to laugh. “Not as far as I’m concerned. We aren’t liable to see anyone else — but if we do, that’s up to you. I’ve seen river rafts coming downstream where everyone on board was naked, and not many others are ever up here.”

“Good” was all she said. She didn’t sit back, but continued to stand beside me, holding my arm. Occasionally the movement of the boat would cause her to lean into me, her breast coming in contact with my arm. I said nothing, but every touch got me more and more aroused

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I have told you all about Eric, the first older guy I had a relationship with.

I also mentioned how on occasions he would like me to dress up and let his friends fondle me and I also fucked and sucked a few of them off.

After Eric and I went our separate ways, him moving away. I really had a lot more actual full sex partners, most of them whilst on holidays, as I will add about my experiences in Turkey etc.

A few months after Eric moved away and after a holiday in Ibiza (during the fortnight I fucked another fifteen different guys).

I bumped into Alan, one of Eric’s old friends. He owned a book shop and I went one day to his store on the premise of getting a text book for my college course.

It was rare for him to be in as he had full time staff there, but on this day I literally bumped into him down one of the aisles.

He was one of Eric’s friends I had sucked off to completion a couple of times. We spoke briefly and he asked how I was and what I was up to etc.

I could sense a bit of a naughty angle to his questioning and admit I was feeling a bit fruity myself, not having a regular boyfriend at the time. I also admit to having always enjoyed his company in the past.

He offered to buy me a coffee at a local cafe nearby and I agreed, he also let me have the text book free of charge.

At the coffee store we again chatted about Eric and all sorts really. The subject of sex naturally came up and he asked if I was with anyone at the moment.

I replied to him, “No footloose and single Alan, why what are you thinking?”

He then asked me if I would be interested in helping him with a little party/poker night he had planned for the following weekend.

He had a ‘boys’ poker night planned for him and four of his friends (Colin, Gordon, Peter and Fred) I had met both Colin and Gordon before, at some of our fun times with Eric.

They were all in their 50s, except Fred who was according to Alan was the old man of the group.

He was just turned 60 and recently retired.

I asked what was planned and what he had in mind for me. stupidly adding I had never played poker and didn’t know the rules!

He told me he had planned, ” A night of poker, porn and frolics if you’re up for it Anna!”

He asked me if I would be the waitress/hostess for the night and if I would consider putting on some entertainment.

I said I would consider it, to be honest my fanny was getting the usual erdemli escort dripping sensation already.

I was told it would be made worth my while.

I informed Alan that my M.O.T was due on my car the next week and if that could be taken care of that for me then I would definitely make it a, good night for everyone.

I felt a bit cheap but thought, ‘fuck it, why not.’

I had broadened my horizons considerably over the last two holidays and was game for some cock.

The weekend came and I had contacted Alan to organise what he wanted me to wear etc.

I decided to go for a French Maids outfit,fitting for a hostess I thought, a very short one I had been bought by Eric.

I also plumped for a pair of my highest fuck me shoes and my black fishnet stockings and suspender belt.

I packed my bag and put in three of my favourite vibrators for good measure.

I arrived at about 7pm before the other guys were due to get there.

I changed into my outfit in plenty of time and my cunt was already getting moist at the thought of the fun I may have.

I felt deliciously sexy as I got ready for what I knew was going to be a night of real fucking and maybe another gang-bang style bit of fun and frolics.

The others arrived one by one and all seemed very, very pleased with what I was wearing, my arse was given a squeeze by them all one by one, as I let them in and served them drinks.

We had ordered a Chinese take away for us to have before the evening got started, and after a short wait it arrived.

I thought the delivery guys eyes were going to pop out as Alan let him in to pay for it.

I was wandering around in the living room, the only woman amongst these five older males and I was dressed as Colin put it ‘Like a French fucking tart.’

My three vibrators where standing all in a row, proudly on the fireplace mantle for all to see.

I made it obvious why I was there by sitting on Gordon’s lap, my maids outfit riding high up and showing my legs and cunt off. the delivery guy seeing it all as he entered the house to put the food on the table. I then got even more daring by planting a heavy kiss on his lips before doing the same to Peter, Colin and Fred as well.

The delivery guy must have thought I was an escort for the evening or something. It made my cunny really wet thinking about him having a stiffy and telling his workmates what he had seen.

I fatsa escort must have looked a complete whore.

After eating and getting some more drinks,we chatted and the guys got ready for to start playing poker at the dining table.

I paraded around, my arse cheeks visible due to the shortness of my maids dress, my stockinged thighs fully on show and my titties poking out of the top of the dress.

After a very short while I was watching a hardcore porn DVD on Alan’s television, an amateur style one with various couples/threesomes fucking and sucking.

Whilst the guys played a hand of their card game I was playing slowly with my pussy up my dress and had my see through knickers to the side. The older of the guys Fred was staring at me and saying.

“Fucking hell have you lot seen her!”

Alan quickly assured him, “Oh she’s a right dirty bitch once she gets going Fred. Come here Anna and show Fred your wet pussy.”

I stood up and swayed my way across to them and stood in front of them all pulling my panties to one side.

“Oh I’m fucking soaking already Alan,look at my fingers they are covered already.”

With this I showed them my glistening fingers and licked them clean.

Fred was gasping, “Christ what a fucking bitch! When you said you had a young cock loving bike coming Alan I never thought we would be this lucky!!”

This dirty talk was getting me off and I could tell Gordon and Peter where getting hard too. They kept touching their crotches and I was sure things where about to hot up.

I walked around the table and slowly eased my panties off down my legs and over my heels.

“I won’t be putting these on again tonight I think!” smiling to them as I said so.

I made my way to the fireplace and took my first vibrator off the top of it.

I sat in one of the armchairs and faced the dining area where the guys were. I started to slowly tease my clit with it and then to ease it up my soaking quim.

As I did so they had stopped playing and where all watching me.

“You fucking like it?” I asked speaking in as broad an accent as I can muster…”You dirty bastards like watching me pound my cunt?”

They all stared at me as I did so and this made me feel like real cheap tart.

“Fucking look at me,” I shouted. “Look at me you cunts, look at what I’m doing for you filth, dirty fuckers.You want to fuck me? You want to fucking spunk up me and cover finike escort me in your cum don’t you!”

Alan spoke first,” Will you let us Anna. Can we actually fuck you and not just get sucked off by you?”

I looked straight at them and replied.

“Oh yes too fucking right you are going to fuck me Alan. I’ve fucking had a load of cock since Eric left and I want all five of yours tonight All of you up me,in my cunt, my mouth and up my fucking arse.”

They all shot up from the table like young men!

As they neared me I got up and fully removed my Maids outfit,this left me in just my heels and stockings and suspenders.

I walked over to them and asked them to form a line.

They did so stripping naked hurriedly as they stood.

I got onto my hands and knees and crawled along them like a bitch on heat.

I stopped at the end of the line and Alan was there. I knelt up and slowly licked his cock. Licking his balls and then moving around behind him and licking his arse cheeks, he parted his legs so I could get my tongue up at his arsehole and gave it a lick and a rimming.

I did this for a few minutes and then came around to the front again and began to suck his by now rock solid cock. I slurped on it and used my tongue to lick it whilst I sucked on him.

I took him all the way in my mouth and gagged a little, causing some spit to run down his shaft. The other guys were staring at me, their cocks all standing proudly to attention.

I moved along the line to each one of them, again licking their cocks up and down the length of the shafts and also licking their arses and poking my tongue up their arse cracks.

They all responded by growing in my mouth and by taking it in turns to pass a running commentary on me…

“What a slut.”

“What a good cock sucker.”

“Fuck she’s a right bike, I bet her cunts sopping wet.”

I was in ecstasy, I was loving the dirty talk and also the fact of how I was turning these men on.

After a while I got up and said, “OK guys my turn now.”

With this I lay on the settee and spread my legs and asked them all to have a lick of me.

They did so in turns. One licking and nibbling my cunt and clit, whilst another sucked my tits.

At one point I had Colin between my legs licking and tonguing me out, Fred and Gordon sucking on a tit each, Alan French kissing me and I was wanking Peter off.

All the while the porn DVD was playing and we could hear the couples fucking and sucking,the experience was amazing,pure sex.

The evening continued all night and I will put the rest of it on for you all as soon as possible.

How I was double penetrated, how I had multiple cums and how I ended up a right sticky mess!

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The gentle late spring breeze carried the enchanting scent of wild lilac and honey suckle washing the deck with the seductive fragrance of summer. The spring had been a bit cooler than normal but this early June evening was just heavenly.

The conversation was light and easy as they sat reclining, sipping on chilled wine, beside the pool. Brock and Lisa had known Tom and his wife, Amber for many years, enjoying many such evenings together. Brock and Tom were built very much alike, both large men in stature and character. The look about them of strong active men, men who relished in activity rather than avoiding it. Their similarities did not end with just appearance. They were both devoted and loving husbands and fathers, putting the needs of their families before all others. It was this strength of character and moral grounding that fostered a long lasting friendship.

Lisa and Amber were also much alike. Both mothers, devoted to the raising of strong independent children. Both beautiful in appearance with the natural beauty that is generated from deep within, a beauty that radiates from their very core, not applied by brush and mirror. Their bodies reflecting the womanly curves that tantalize the senses.

The evening had started off as it did on many occasions prior. The sizzling sound of steaks cooking on the grill and the refreshing feel of an ice cold beer in your hand. The evening being a bit muggier than most that spring, they decided to eat beside the pool. After dinner Lisa and Amber cleared the table as Brock and Tom brought the chase lounges from garage after turning on the pool heater and rolling back the solar cover.

The gentle hum of the pool pump, the crickets and the light Marlow soothed the soul, washing away the tensions of the week.

“It is just so quite and secluded here” Tom commented as Amber settled down between his legs on the chase resting her flowing red hair upon his chest.

“We just love it out here at night, the stars just seem to come alive out here, reach down and lift your spirits. Oh honey that feels so good.” Lisa’s delicate hands felt so good as she massaged Brock’s neck releasing what tensions remained.

“You know it is getting kind of late and we have all but finished off this bottle of wine, not to mention the Coors you two boys had while you were grilling. Tom why don’t you and Amber just crash here this evening?”

The two older kids had left earlier that afternoon for camp and would not be home for the next three evenings and the baby was spending quality “grandmother time” with Brock’s mom. So the back yard was a peaceful haven with the only light coming from the scented oil torches their amber glow bouncing off of the gentle waves of the pool surface.

“Honey, that sounds like such a great idea. I think I still have that overnight bag in the car from our trip to your mother’s last weekend.”

“You don’t have to twist my arm; I could hang out here forever. That pool is looking mighty enticing. That is if you two are serious.”

“Hey man you know my house is yours, you two make yourselves at home. Here let me give you a hand taking your stuff up to the spare room.”

With that Brock pulled himself up laughing with Tom as they chided one another sapanca escort about some baseball score and headed to the driveway. The girls stretched out on the chairs. Lisa kicked off her sandals wiggling her toes, looking over at Amber she was surprised by just how lovely she looked, the light reflecting off of the pool made her hair look as though it was ablaze.

“That pool does seem to be calling. I checked it earlier and it was 80 degrees. That would feel so good but I know I did not bring a suite, not much need for one of those at my mother in laws Manhattan apartment.”

Brock and Lisa’s relationship had grown so strong since he had left the large law firm and joined forces with his now partner in starting their own business. The seventy hour weeks, endless travel and never ending deadlines had eaten at their relationship to the point that both had grown distant and irritable. Since his departure over a year ago they had once again found the passion and love that had pulled them through so many of life’s struggles. It was in this rediscovery they found, through heretofore absent communication, that they both shared sexual fantasies of adventure. In privacy and intimacy of their bedroom they discussed their desires to explore all aspects of their sexuality, describing time and again the scenes of hot passions many of which involved multiple partners and same sex contact. But both Lisa and Brock were certain that these wild adventures would remain fantasies, locked forever in their most private dreams

It was in that moment, whether induced by the recall of these taboo thoughts or by the emptying of the wine bottle that now lay askew on the ground between the two lounges that a tantalizing thought struck Lisa.

“You know we are all adults here Amber. I have seen the suite that you wear and it does little to hide that wonderful body of yours so why don’t you just go in what the good Lord blessed you with?”

“Hey, I am game if you are?” Amber giggled as she jumped up. In a few seconds their cloths lay in one pile beside the pool’s edge. The water felt so warm and soothing on their skin as they splashed and laughed.

“You know Lisa, I hope you do not mind me saying this but you are looking amazing. I swear it took me so long to get back into shape after Nathan but Jessica is not even a year old yet is she and look at you, you look amazing.”

“Well thanks that makes me feel good coming from you. You and Tom make such a wonderful couple. Brock and I both feel so comfortable with you two. I am glad that you two decided to stay.”

In the distance they heard the screen door close as Brock and Tom came from the house. In the darkness they could not see the girls at the edge of the pool.

“Hey you two we thought you got lost. Why don’t you come on in the water is fine.” The girls laughed as they both kicked off the edge into an easy backstroke revealing there voluptuous figures backlit by the pool lights.

Brock stood stunned, not sure what to say or do, even in the low light you could see that his face was as red as the home made cherry pie that they had for desert. His frozen state was soon broken as Tom grabbed his arm and said “Come on bud now that looks fun.”

The sarıçam escort two were stripped and jumping off the edge before the girls made it to the other end. It was not long until all four were splashing and laughing caught up in being teenagers again.

They all were lined up on the edge of the pool trying to catch their breath when Brock, easing in behind Lisa, said “I hope we do not keep you two up tonight but we have been getting pretty wild lately.”

“Oh Brock, don’t you worry about that. Tom here knows how to make me sing and we have not had a night away from the kids in a long time so I hope we do not keep you two up.” With that Amber turned and wrapping her arms around Tom kissed him long and hard, not a kiss shared in public but one filled with passion and desire.

Tom surprised yet excited by Amber’s boldness felt the stirrings of response as Amber’s leg brushed against his manhood. Gently freeing his lips from Ambers he began to nibble upon her delicate ear. In a whisper that only he could hear Amber asked if he would like to ask Brock and Lisa to join them. They had spoke of this very possibility so many times but had yet to pursue anything other than joining a few web pages on line.

Pulling Amber tight against him Tom looked to his left to find Brock and Lisa in a deep kiss as well. “Brock, Amber and I were wondering if you and your beautiful wife would like to join us.”

Turning to Lisa, Brock saw a fire deep in those hazel eyes and a sly grin across those luscious lips. “I think we would like that very much.”

Deftly Brock lowered himself just a bit and lifted Lisa from the water sitting her upon the pools edge. The water upon her bare form glistened with the reflection of the torch light, giving her the appearance of a bronzed goddess. Tom lifted Amber so that the two girls’ thigh lightly touched. Brock lowered his longing mouth bringing his tongue to the very base of Lisa’s shaven love center.

Looking up he saw that Amber had placed her delicate mouth upon the now hardened nipple of his lovely brides left breast, a breast that heretofore had not felt the mouth of anyone but him. Lisa’s moan came from deep within her core.

Taking his tongue Brock explored every line and fold, tasting the juices that so freely flowed just as he felt a hand grabbing his engorged rod. A hand much different from that of his petite wife, the hand of his best friend, the hand of another man. It felt so good, stroking slowly from the very tip to the base the sensations, the warmth of the water, the taste of his beautiful wife, knowing that Amber was massaging and sucking on those perfectly formed breasts was almost more than Brock could take.

Just as Brock was sure that he was going to explode Tom released his grip and pulled himself out of the pool. Giving his hand to Brock helped him out as well. As Brock climbed out beside Lisa he saw that she and Amber were deep in a passionate kiss as they had began rubbing each others now engorged clits.

“Looks like these two did not want to wait for us once again.” Tom laughed “I hope you did not mind me touching you.”

Tom no sooner said this than Brock dropped to his knees and began to stroke the huge cock that seferihisar escort now lay only inches from his face. Lifting the tip up slightly he ran his tongue from the base to the tip, tasting for the first time in his life the sweet musky taste of cock. Taking the tip into his mouth he found that the feeling of a man inside of him was a sensation that he greatly enjoyed and fell into a rhythm sliding the cock deep in his mouth as he massaged the balls that felt so full.

Lisa was lost in her own ecstasy. The soft gentle touch of another woman was something she had longed dreamed about and Amber was more than she ever imagined. The feel of her steaming juices fanned the flames of passion in her soul, the gentle touch of her mouth upon her erect nipples sent electricity through her bringing to life hidden and forbidden desires. Through half closed eyes she watched as Brock moved his head up and down Tom’s massive rod. As Amber slid her tongue down and across Lisa’s heaving breast she could hear Toms moans of pleasure.

Lisa screamed with the release of her orgasm as soon as Amber’s talented tongue worked its magic upon the small hood that covered her throbbing clit. Wave after wave of pleasure covered them both Amber cupped her mouth against Lisa’s flowing mound wanting not to loose a single drop. This was not the first woman that Amber had tasted but the closeness that she shared with Lisa for many years heightened her senses and brought her to orgasm as well.

Brock felt Lisa’s hand upon his thigh as she whimpered with the last remaining vestiges of self control as her climax gripped her consciousness. In that instant Brock felt Tom’s balls tighten as he moaned through gritted teeth “I’m cuming”. Instinct took a hold of Brock and he forced Tom’s exploding member deep in his throat as the pulsating lava filled his mouth as fast as he could swallow.

Exhausted Brock lay back surprised with his own desires and relieved that he now accepted and new who he was. Lisa held her face to his and outlining the gentle lines that time and concern had etched into the face of the man that she had fallen for more than fifteen years before whispered “I love you so much” then kissed him long and deep tasting the salty sweet tang of Tom’s cum in her husbands mouth.

Tom drew Amber to him and they both lowered themselves between Brock’s outstretched legs, the purple head of his still hard cock glistening with his pre-cum. All had experienced orgasms beyond anything they had experienced in the past, that is but for Brock.

Lisa’s lips remained in their loving embrace as Amber, facing away, lowered her agile and tight form upon Brock’s raging member, filling her with his meaty presence. Tom lay prone upon the cool deck weak and lightheaded from the rush of unimagined pleasure he had just experienced.

The sight of Amber taking another man into her love tunnel brought Tom to his knees, their eyes locked for an instant as he lowered himself so as to allow him to run his tongue from the smooth surface of Brocks balls up across Amber’s stretched labia cupping her sensitive clit. Brock began to move gently inside of her but the evenings passions prevented him from lasting long in the grasp of Ambers love muscles. In massive contractions Brock’s seed shot deep into ambers waiting, longing orgasm that Tom brought forth with his guiding tongue.

“Tom do you think you two could stay the weekend?” was all that Brock could say as Lisa and Amber lay, exhausted across he and Tom’s heaving chests.

“I think this is but the beginning.”

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I had continued to correspond with several of the men who replied to my original Craigslist posting, for a variety of reasons. Many of them wanted to hear how things had gone, some tried to convince me that their load would be larger than anyone else’s, others wanted to know if I wanted to “try it again” with them, and so forth. Though I hadn’t given it much thought at the outset, the overwhelming majority of the guys who wrote to me were honestly nice guys – they weren’t the pervy, misogynistic fuckwits that I expected some of them to be. For the most part, they were all respectful of what I wanted to do, and were nice and polite when I told them I’d found someone else to do what I wanted done, and were genuinely curious as to what was motivating me.

One guy in particular stood out. I would come to find out that he was a member of a sex club in the city – the members would get together and participate in a variety of different sexual activities. It wasn’t the typical swinger’s club, per se, but more along the lines of a place where they could explore some of the kinkier sides of their sexual peccadilloes. We had carried on a long conversation thread about why I was doing this kind of stuff and talking about other sexual odds and ends.

During the course of our conversations, he’d inquired about my sexual proclivities, and when I let on that I had a strong desire to explore my submissive side, he tied that together with my fascination with facials and introduced me to the concept of the bukakke. Now, I’d heard the word and was familiar with what it meant – after all, as I said in my original story, I was pretty familiar with porn. It’s hard to do any serious exploration of that without coming across bukakke web sites and photos. Still, I hadn’t seriously entertained the thoughts of doing something like that up to this point. It seemed, however, to be the next logical step in my progressive fascination with facials.

Tom’s was an invitation-only club. You had to be recommended by someone who was already a member to even be considered, everyone had to be tested and disease free, and they had to swear allegiance to the club. This meant that they didn’t have sexual contact with anyone else outside the club, which, theoretically at least, precluded the risk of diseases entering the group. The idea was to allow them to have condom-free sex with each other with little risk of transmitting anything.

As Tom read through the tales of my facial exploits, he continued to tease me with the idea of participating in a bukakke session. Apparently, the women who were members of his club weren’t too keen on the idea of being cum repositories for multiple men, and some of the men had hoped my fascination with being a cum slut would carry over into allowing them to use me as a surrogate for that at one of their sex parties. He eventually put forth the idea of paying me to do it, so needless to say, my interest piqued at that point. My standard “fee” for using my face was $100 per person. Tom indicated that he wasn’t sure exactly how many guys would be at any given party, but we settled on a figure of $1,000 for me to be there and let them do what they wanted, short of penetration. Tom gave me the club’s web site link to review what they were about, and we set a date and time. I spent the next few days watching several bukakke videos so I’d have some idea of what I was in for.

When the time came, I nervously drove to the address Id been given. I had looked it up online, so I pretty much knew where I was going, and they’d had photos of the inside of the club on the website so I had had some comfort with the facility itself, but you never really know what you’re getting into until you’ve walked through the doors. I parked my car, spent a few minutes composing myself, got out and rang the door buzzer.

I was greeted by a gorgeous woman who appeared to be in her early 30s. She welcomed me and made a comment about the guys were going to love playing with someone as pretty as I was. I thanked her sheepishly and followed her back to a moderate sized room where a handful of people were milling around in various states of dress. Everyone stopped in their tracks when I walked through the door and stared at me, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. A man I recognized as Tom approached me, extended his hand and welcomed me to the club. He then introduced me to the rest of the folks who’d assembled for the evening’s festivities.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Caitlain. She’s our cum slut for the evening.” A collection of wows, ooh, and ahhs emanated from the group. My guess was that they weren’t used to having someone my age and looks available for their use in any capacity, let alone as a semen receptacle. Everyone exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes, and then Tom ushered me into the kitchen where he explained to me what he had in mind.

“Basically, I’m going to leave it up to you to decide how you want to let it play out. You can just sit on the floor; we can lay you down on a table or on the floor; or whatever you feel comfortable with. The girls are going to blow or fuck the guys until they’re ready to cum girne escort and they’ll move over to you and finish themselves off on your face. Pretty simple, really.”

“How many guys showed up?”

“Right now, there are 14 of them here. I expect another couple to show up shortly, though.”

“Cool. I noticed a kind of rack looking thing in the room. As I’ve explained, I am kind of on a submissive kick right now. Would it be okay if you tied me to that in some kind of position where my face is at cock level, maybe in a spread eagle kind of way so I can’t use my hands? “

“Oh, hell, yeah. That’ll make the guys even more excited than they are now I bet. You’re welcome to go out and grab a bite to eat and something to drink if you’d like.”

“Okay, what about the payment?”

“It’s right over here on the table. A thousand dollars in cash, just as you requested.”

“Cool. Thanks. Where should I put my stuff?” pointing to the bag of clean clothes I brought with me. I grabbed the envelope, as we headed out of the room. Tom walked me back to one of the bathrooms and told me to just put my stuff in there; it’d be perfectly safe. I dropped my bag and went out to the bar and grabbed some potato chips and dip and a diet coke. Several of the people walked up and talked with me, wanting to know how I ended up here and about how I got started with all of this. Several of them commented on the stories I’d written and how hot they were – Tom had shared them with the group so they’d know a little bit about what brought me to this point. I happened to catch a glance of a woman going down on a guy sitting on one of the large couches in the rear of the room, and almost as if that were a signal people started shedding clothing and cocks sprang to life.

Tom and another guy spread a sheet of plastic across the floor in the center of the room, put a blanket over it, and moved the rack over on top of the blanket. He then went over the rules with everyone so they’d know what they could or couldn’t do. “Basically, Caitlain is here for you to use as you see fit, but there’s to be no penetration, including the mouth. You can cum on her, slap her, spit on her, grab her hair, talk dirty to her – she’ll probably talk right back to you. But she’s not going to touch you in anyway. Are there any questions?” No one said anything, and he then reminded them of the safe word we’d agreed upon. Someone in the back of the room, whose cock was already in someone’s mouth, said something to the effect of “Let’s get busy.”

I took that as my cue and started disrobing. When I was done, out of nowhere, someone grabbed my hair. “Come here, slut.” I was dragged by my hair over to the rack I had referred to earlier, forced to my knees, and held in place while a couple of the women tied my wrists to the rack. When they were done, one of the women grabbed my chin, turned my head up and spit in my face without warning, hitting me in the space between my left eye and cheek. Though that had caught me off guard and I wasn’t terribly fazed by it, I could feel the heat well up in my face as I turned red from embarrassment.

I’d never actually had anyone spit on me before, even though I’d offered to let others do it when they were using me. My initial instinct was to return the favor, but I elected not to since I’d indicated in much of my conversation with Tom that it was part of my submissive fantasies to be treated like that. The agreement for tonight was that I’d be used in any way until such time as I used the safe word we’d agreed on. There were no limits placed on this, with the exception of penetration, as had been the case with my previous forays into facialdom.

I sat back and watched the scene that was unfolding before me. I had been in a room with one other couple having sex before, but to see two dozen people fucking was just surreal. It was like watching a live porn scene unfold. Women were blowing the guys, guys were eating pussy, and guys were fucking the women, all within a few feet of me. One woman had her back to a wall and her mouth was being railed by this one guy as if he were grudge fucking her cunt. I’m guessing she had no gag reflex?

All of this was taking place with the singular purpose of getting the guys ready to ejaculate on me. I was trying to decide if I was proud of this, but I knew I was infatuated with it, at least at this point. I felt like some kind of fertility goddess awaiting worship from my loyal subjects! The sounds were just as incredible as the visuals – hearing the slopping and sucking that takes place when someone is being face fucked was incredibly erotic to me, I found. I began to get wet in anticipation of what was to come.

Before long, two of the guys took their cocks out of the girls’ mouths and moved over towards me. “Fuck, yeah, cum on my face. Give it to me!” You could see the intensity build in these guy’s faces as their orgasms welled up inside them. The first guy’s spurts hit me square in the right eye. Fuck, that stung.

Almost immediately the guy on my other side blasted the left side of my face. “You like that, don’t you, you little gölcük escort whore?” I turned my face up so they could finish off and tried to keep my eyes out of the direct line of fire. One of them got off five strong shots, while the other one kind of fizzled after the first one. When they were done, it really didn’t feel any different than the other facials I’d had up to that point. Nice and warm to begin with, and then they got really cool, almost cold. My eye was burning like a mother fucker, though.

Very quickly thereafter, a third guy moved toward me. He grabbed my hair and turned my face up and continued jerking himself off right above my face. I truly wish they’d do a “point of view” camera shot of that in porn from time to time! The sight of that cock just a few inches from your face, knowing it is about to explode all over you is orgasm-inducing! Pretty soon, he started oozing cum out. I don’t know if he did it intentionally or not, but his cum came boiling out right into my eyes again, though I’d managed to close them this time before the man juice landed in them. I had taken the precaution of not wearing my contacts, knowing it was quite likely I’d be getting cum in my eyes on this trip, so I wasn’t overly concerned about that. He finished draining himself and spanked his cock on my face, splattering what was there, and then I heard him hock up a mouthful of saliva and spit it in my face. The impact caused me to jerk back and knock my head against the rack. “I’ve always wanted to do that to a bitch before.”

Before I had a chance to regain any understanding of what was going on, another squirt hit me in the mouth. I had my lips parted so I could breathe through them while the third guy was finishing up and the fourth guy’s cum shot almost right down my throat, causing me to choke a bit. I closed my mouth quickly as his second shot hit me in almost the exact same spot. I could now feel the cum dripping off my face onto my chest, and the coolness of it causes chill bumps to rise on my body; even my nipples were becoming more erect than they already had been.

I can only imagine what I must’ve looked like, sitting there with all of that cum on my face, glistening in the lights of the room. I’d watched those Bukakke videos in anticipation of this night, and I had masturbated to the thought of myself being used this way on several occasions. I wondered if the visual appearance I presented to these people was living up to what I had seen for myself in the pornos. I’d never know, though, since club rules didn’t permit any photos or videotaping of the things that took place there.

I could barely open my eyes, even though the semen had finally slid out of my eye cavities and drained down my cheeks. Four more guys were standing before me jerking their cocks. “Come on you fuckers; spray your seed on this slut’s face.” Almost before I got the words out, I felt a strong blast on my right cheek. It must’ve been a strong one, too, because the guy who unloaded on me let out a guttural moan that I hadn’t heard very often before. Clearly, he’d experienced a strong contraction, judging by the strength of the splatter – it felt like being squirted with a strong water gun. He and the three other guys unloaded a ton of cum on me, with one of them aiming for my boobs instead of my face.

You begin to lose yourself in the moment after a while with so much going on around you. And when you can’t see, the rest of your senses begin to take over to try to compensate. It was hard to breathe with my nasal openings clogged up with semen, and this was forcing me to leave my lips parted to breathe. This allowed the juices draining off my face to drip into my mouth. I tried blowing cum bubbles like I’d seen in the videos, though it was hard to gauge how successful I was given that I couldn’t see myself doing it. The quasi-chlorine smell of the semen was intense. That combined with the musky smell of sex and perspiration that permeated the air in the room at this point made for a primal, erotic mixture.

Your hearing also increases in sensitivity. Since I couldn’t see when someone was approaching me, I tried to listen to see if I could hear the guys walk up to me. What I found interesting was that I could hear people sucking and fucking in the room. The slurps and gags of the women sucking cocks, and the staccato slapping of skin of people who were actually fucking was interesting overlaid with the sounds of the guys in front of me jerking their cocks. I could distinctly hear two guys in front of me jerking themselves off; the sound of their hands sliding back and forth rapidly on their cocks reminded me of the last time I’d given a handjob.

One guy came up and asked me to beg him to cum on me. “Please cum on me, baby. I need you to cum on my face.” I could tell someone was with him, and a woman said something that led me to realize that she was doing the work for him. It sounded like she was alternating between sucking his cock and jerking him, and with my begging for his cum he finally reached the point of no return. She managed to aim his cock right over my forehead and he göztepe escort got off about four good shots. When he was done, he rubbed his cock all over my tits and cock-slapped them several times. I could tell by the splattering sounds that even my chest was coated with a decent layer of sex juices.

By this point I had lost count of the number of guys who’d actually ejaculated on me. A couple had shot their loads on my tits instead of my face, but the goo on my face was very thick. It was starting to dry on some of the edges, and your skin starts to feel kind of like a face peel has been applied to it. I could still feel the impact of every guy’s blasts, though, as more and more cum was deposited on my face and head, the warm liquid draining down my cheeks or worse yet my nose. Every time it’d run down the bridge of my nose and drip off the tip, it would tickle the shit out of it. With my hands tied, I couldn’t reach up to scratch it, so I’d wiggle my head back and forth to try to dislodge it. I also couldn’t reach down to masturbate myself. I was soaking wet and wasn’t wholly sure the pool of liquid at my crotch was just cum from the men. I tried to squeeze my legs together to make myself orgasm, but the position I was in didn’t allow me to do that very well. My name had become “slut,” “whore,” “cunt,” or “bitch,” depending on who you asked.

The feeling of being dominated and used purely as a fuck toy or a trash can for a roomful of guy’s spunk just does it for me I’d discovered. I wish I knew specifically why it did, but I don’t. Perhaps it is because I feel it is one of those ultimately submissive things. When people find out that I do this kind of stuff, they frequently ask if or why I don’t find it degrading. My answer is that I fail to see how providing someone else with sexual pleasure can remotely be degrading if it is mutually consensual. I have absolutely no problem allowing someone else to use me, my mind, or my body to get themselves off, within reason. Getting paid for it is a side benefit, of course, but I don’t feel any less of a human being because I’m letting people use me to achieve sexual pleasure for money.

“God, she looks like a slut. Look at all of that cum.” Someone laughed and wondered aloud what would make a girl want to do something like this. I thought that was odd, given the very nature of a sex club to begin with; I could easily have asked the same question about what they do. Of course, none of the female members apparently enjoyed being used this way, so perhaps it was unique here. That would explain why Tom was so grateful that my fantasy had taken shape in the manner it had, I suppose.

When the last guy had blown his load on me, a couple of people came up to me and starting scooping cum off my face. “Open your mouth, cunt.” I did as I was told, and they started shoveling cum from my face into my mouth. Warm cum is not the best tasting stuff in the world to begin with, and when it cools off it doesn’t get much better. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but I finally got to the point where it was just too much, so I locked my mouth shut. Someone slapped me across the cheek. “Fucking whore.” That stung. It sounded like that same woman who’d been spitting on me. What a fucking bitch.

Finally Tom chimed in. “Untie her and walk her back to the bathroom so she can clean up. You did an excellent job, Caitlain. Everyone give her a nice round of applause.” The room erupted in clapping and hollering. It made me feel good that I had provided them with a good time, but I was ready to get this shit out of my eyes.

A woman untied me, grabbed my hand and told me to follow her. When we got the bathroom, I expected her to leave me and close the door behind her, but she remained in the room. I moved over to the sink, grabbed a washcloth, and began cleaning the dried cum from around my eyes so I could see well enough to navigate around the room unaided. When I could see again, I found that my accompanist was the woman who’d spit in my face the first time. She had taken her clothes off. “Get in the shower. I’ll help clean you off.” I hesitated for a second as I looked in the mirror to admire the semen splattered face that I saw. I looked like a glazed donut. The whole upper half of my body was covered in a slimy, gooey mix of cum and saliva. I thought it looked quite….slutty.

Though I was startled at her demand and wasn’t sure how to expect, I did as the lady asked. She turned the water on to allow it to warm up as I walked over to the huge, glass-enclosed stall. As soon as I stepped in she grabbed a handful of my hair and ordered me onto my knees. I kneeled down outside the water stream and she moved to a position in front of me so that her pussy was right at my face level. I was waiting for the command to eat her pussy, but instead was met with a stream of hot piss from her cunt. She was pissing on my face, holding my head in place by my hair. “Let me help you wash all of that jizz from your face, sweety. I’ve been holding this just for you.” With that she began moving her hips so her urine stream was washing over my face. When she was through, she pulled me up by my hair, looked me in the face, and spit on me again. “When you’re ready to explore your submissive side with another woman, give me a call.” She left me there dazed as to what had just happened – that was not a part of the plan I’d worked out with Tom, so I was a bit taken aback by her.

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Anne’s temptation leads her to cheating and then group sex. Key elements include her husband’s cuckold fetish and male bisexuality.

*****

Anne found herself anticipating her morning sessions, in a way she hadn’t since she started leading the workouts at the her town’s community center. One hundred years prior it had been built as a high school, but had since been closed and repurposed, but still had a first rate football field and swimming facilities.

Her husband Joshua did stretches on the composite surface next to the outdoor exercise equipment that had been put in that summer. Today they’d done some pull ups between timed sprints and stair running up the cement bleachers that lined one side of the track surrounding the old football field, now a huge patch of lush green grass, the goal posts long since pulled out.

With the exception of Erik and her husband, the last of her class had left. It was already 7:45 am. She stretched, flexing a calf muscle as she leaned against a steel bar. Her husband looked at her and grinned as she wiggled her ass and arched her back, giving him a show meant to embarrass him in front of Erik, the new guy. She was proud of her body. She’d been a personal trainer since college where she rowed on the crew team. In high school she played both volleyball and basketball.

Anne knew her husband loved her. He attended her morning classes with her, but he’d been working so hard the past few years, the morning classes, late evening dinners and exhausted evenings seemed to be the only time they had together on the weekdays.

Erik, looked at her husband, “Do you two cycle?”

She found his Norwegian accent fascinating, almost as fascinating as the rippling muscles on his 6’4″ frame. At first she pegged him as a former college athlete, maybe even a pro, but he said he’d just started a job in the San Francisco Bay Area and had gone to a university in Europe, the name she’d forgotten.

“A little bit, why?” Joshua answered.

“I was thinking of doing some road or mountain biking this weekend. Are you game?” he asked.

Anne was glad Joshua couldn’t see into her soul because inside she was screaming for Joshua to say yes. He looked at her and she smiled, nodding her head.

The life of a personal trainer could be a delicate balance, especially a female personal trainer doing her best trophy wife impersonation for her professional, businessman husband. Anne easily fended off the 60 year old geezers, middle aged men, and occasional 20 something, but a guy like Erik was different. She needed an arm’s length between business and private life. That’s why she handed clients business cards with only work contact information. That’s what she’d given to Erik when she first met him.

“We can do both,” Joshua said, and looked at me. “You’re the trainer, what do you want to do?”

Anne was caught off guard, “I wouldn’t mind doing some road, maybe climb the mountain and go to Santa Cruz? We could take a bus back.”

“How far is that?” Erik asked, pulling up on his ankle behind his back. Anne caught a glance of his package and gulped, Erik smiled at her.

Anne turned embarrassed, wondering if she’d just imagined it or did Erik actually catch her looking at him. “I think it’s about 40 miles, but there’s a big uphill climb.”

“Let’s do it,” Erik said.

“I have to work tomorrow,” Joshua paused as he thought, “Wait, have you ever gone surfing?”

“Surfing? That’s sounds really cool, yeah, that could be great!” Erik said and he looked back at Anne and winked.

“What about work?” Anne said to her husband.

“No, that’s it, you two road bike over the hill to Santa Cruz tomorrow, I’ll bring the boards and wetsuits tomorrow evening, we all hole up in a hotel room and hit the waves early on Sunday.”

“So Erik and I go by ourselves?” Anne smiled at Erik.

“Go for it, I’ll meet you there. It’s perfect.” Joshua said. “I know you need to get out more. Don’t be trapped at home.”

Her stomach did backflips, and she wondered if she hear her husband correctly – did he just say she should go with Erik?

Crossing the field to the parking lot, the men exchanged contact information.

“Maybe you should have Anne’s number also,” said Joshua, and Anne repeated it to Erik as he punched it into his phone.

They pulled out of the parking lot together, Joshua driving.

“Tomorrow should be fun,” Joshua said.

“Absolutely,” Anne said, but she sat in silence, not sure what to say to her husband. She liked Erik, she liked him a lot and it clouded her thinking. She looked up the hotel on the beach that she always wanted to go to on her smartphone.

“Should I reserve two rooms?” she asked her husband.

“Not if they have a room with two queens. Just get one of those,” Joshua answered. Anne made the call, visions of Erik in his briefs filled her mind.

–

The next morning Anne was in the garage, the door open when Erik’s Audi pulled into the driveway. Joshua helped him take the bike off the roof rack, nizip escort and they gathered by his smartphone to chart their course. They agreed Joshua would drive his Jeep over the to Santa Cruz around 6 pm and they’d all go out for dinner.

Anne carried a small backpack with a light summer dress, change of underwear and some sandals. They’d check into the hotel, clean up and wait for Joshua.

“Do you want me to carry that?” Erik asked, he also had a backpack with a change of clothes.

“Sure,” said Anne, careful to put the panties inside the dress so it wasn’t obvious as she passed it to Erk.

She examined his tight cycling jersey. “Is that the Norwegian Flag?” Anne asked. He looked good in his patriotic top and blue cyclist shorts.

“It sure is,” he smiled, and Anne subconsciously crossed her legs as he squatted with the bag in front of him, his cock obscenely obvious under the tight fabric.

The mounted their bikes, Joshua giving her a quick goodbye kiss before whispering, “Have fun,” in her ear.

The ride through the Santa Cruz mountains was fairly easy for both of them, despite the initial rise in elevation. It was more or less a fairly steep uphill climb for the first 10 miles. They stopped briefly at the top of the mountain. There was a scenic view, complete with parking lot for tourists, and they could see a huge chunk of Silicon Valley and the southern part of San Francisco Bay.

“There’s a lot of motorcyclists up here,” Erik said.

“They love to ride up here. They’re probably more dangerous than the cars,” Anne said.

“Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?” he asked.

“Like as a passenger? Only a couple of times.”

“Would you like to come up with me sometime? You could ride on the back,” Erik asked.

“If my husband would let me,” she smirked.

“Don’t worry about him. He wouldn’t have to know,” Erik laughed.

The thought of hanging onto the back of Erik, guiding a motorcycle up the mountain and down the curvy roads excited her, and she wondered if indeed she would take him up on the offer.

“I tell my husband everything,” grinned Anne.

Erik gave her a shrug, “In Norway we don’t feel it necessary to tell our spouses every little thing,” and he winked at her, a sly smile on his face.

Anne giggled nervously, “We go straight down, try to make Santa Cruz for lunch, but I want to first get all the way to the beach. It’s my little thing, to ride to the ocean first.”

“No problem,” Erik answered, taking a swig of water, “We can jump in the water before we change.”

“It’s cold!”

“Even better. My Viking blood likes it,” and he flexed an arm for her.

They started pedaling, but it was a very easy ride as they flew down the other side of the hill. Around 11 am they rolled into a small mountain town and stopped to drink some water before making their final push into Santa Cruz. Anne felt a little tired but otherwise in decent shape. She hadn’t cycled in a while and her legs ached dully. When they popped out of traffic near the boardwalk, they made a beeline for the bike racks.

Locking up their bikes they kicked off their cycling shoes, putting them into Erik’s backpack. There were rows of beach volleyball courts.

“I used to play volleyball,” Anne told Erik.

Erik looked at her, making a show of checking out her ass, “Yes, it looks like you could jump pretty high.”

“Stop it!,” she giggled. If only her husband could see her now. She felt free and uninhibited and didn’t think twice when Erik took her hand and guided her to the water. They stepped into the hot sand in their bare feet, making it a short distance.

“Ouch ouch ouch!” yelped Anne, and Erik turned and picked her up, like a little girl in his arms, as he hustled her down to the sand that was still damp from the ocean tide.

“You are so light,” Erik said, and Anne leaned back, laughing.

“I feel like a little girl,” she giggled.

“You are a little girl,” he answered.

On the wet beach Erik set her down, her feet now comfortable as the cool ocean water lapped at her ankles.

“This feels so nice,” she said.

“Don’t tell your husband, he might get jealous,” said Erik.

“He won’t get jealous,” she said, looking out at the pier, trying to find the Sea Lions that camped out on the pylons below.

Erik put an arm around her, and pulled her close. Anne looked up at him, eyes wide and realized what he was about to do. Trembling, she looked up into his eyes, biting her lip.

“What are you thinking?” Anne asked.

He kissed her, his lips meeting hers, and he paused, looking in her eyes, “Are you sure you tell your husband everything?”

She paused, her whole body felt like it was melting. “Shut up,” she said and she leaned in and he kissed her again. She wrapped her hands around him, he was so big and powerful compared to any man she’d kissed before.

“Let’s go to the hotel room?”

This seemed to snap Anne back to reality, “We can’t, I can’t. I’m odunpazarı escort married.”

“It’s the perfect time,” Erik answered, leaning down to kiss her again.

Anne’s breasts heaved, her breath steady and smooth. He was right, but this was all wrong.

“I’m sorry, we can’t do this. Let’s just go to the room and clean up,” she said.

Erik nodded, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin things for you.”

He picked her up again and walked her back across the hot sand to their bikes. In silence they made their way to the hotel, Erk standing guard over the bikes as she asked the front desk if their room was ready It was early but they had a room for them ready to go.

They brought their bikes directly to their room, picking them up so as not to soil the carpet. Anne’s heart beat as Erik slid a keycard into their room’s lock, and turned the handle, opening the door. They set the bikes down next to the balcony side of the room.

“I need to take a shower,” Anne said, and Erik nodded.

“Take your time, I’m going to go downstairs to look around,” Erik said.

“Sounds good,” Anne agreed, and she made her way into the bathroom before peeling off her clothes. She texted her husband that they had arrived.

By the time she emerged, Erik had already returned. She opened the restroom door gently, “Hey, can you give me my clothes in your bag?”

“Sure,” he said, “Oh, what are these?”

“Just hand them over,” Anne said, and he handed her the dress, but not the panties.

“My panties?” she called out.

“You can come and get them,” Erik’s sweet voice called. out.

Anne threw on the dress, combing out her hair and pulling it back into a pony tale. She walked out, and Erik was sitting on at the little table in the corner, two glasses of wine already poured, her panties spinning on his finger.

“Very nice,” he grinned.

“Give them here,” Anne said, holding out her hand.

“How about I put them on you? That would be different, you could tell your husband I didn’t take off your panties, I only put them on.”

Anne laughed at the thought, it was clever.

Using both hands, Erik held out the panties, ready for her to step in. She pushed down her dress, not letting him see up her skirt as she gently put feet through the openings, then trembling, she stood as Erik slowly pulled the panties up, onto her hips.

“Have a glass of wine,” he said and she took it, smiling.

“Erik, I’m sorry. I think I made a mistake coming here with you.”

“Anne, even if nothing more happens,” he paused, thinking, Don’t worry about it. What is meant to happens, it happens.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” she said.

Erik disappeared into the shower, Anne cursing her husband for sending her on the trip. She liked Erik, found his brash attitude sexy, but she wasn’t going to be a cheater.

She opened the sliding glass door to a balcony overlooking at the ocean. She leaned against the railing, her thoughts wandering to how to spend the next few hours. She was a bit tired and wondered if Erik would let her sleep in peace. After a few minutes she heard the door opened and turned to ask Erik how much he paid for the room.

He was standing only in a towel, and she gasped as she saw him naked. He grinned at her.

“You seem to be having second thoughts Anne,” he smiled and dropped his towel.

His long hard cock bobbed in front of him and Anne put her hand to her mouth and screamed, not in terror, but in surprise. It was monstrous compared to her husband’s cock, uncut, and thick. Erik walked over to her, and reached out for her hand, and gently guided it to his hard cock.

Anne grinned and wrapped her hand around the warm shaft.

“Well, maybe, just with my hand okay?” she said, looking up at Erik who smiled.

She stroked the enormous member, mesmerized by it’s size. Fluid dribbled out and she used it as lubrication, spreading around his shaft as Erik closed his eyes.

Anne settled into a pattern, both hands now on his penis as she slid her hands up and down the shaft. She looked up as Erik’s breathing became strong, and she giggled. He looked down at her.

“The bed?” he asked.

“Okay,” she said, and he laid down on one of the queen sized beds. She kneeled next to him, sitting on her legs which she folded under her in a somewhat lame attempt to conserve her wifely dignity, not letting him see under her dress as she stroked him.

She swallowed hard, wondering if she could lick it, and it seemed Erik read her mind as he said, “Nobody has to know Anne.”

He reached out, his hand stroking her leg, but she was firm, “You can’t touch my pussy Erik, I have a husband.”

“It’s the perfect time, let’s make love” he said.

Anne found herself giggling, desperately wanting him to take her, but resisting as best she could, “You can’t put it in my pussy,” but she shifted and spread her legs for him as his fingers made contact with her vulva.

She gasped, “Just your fingers, onikişubat escort I can’t have sex with you..”

Her voice trailed off as her breathing became strong and labored.

She leaned over and put his head into her mouth, his impossibly slippery fluid spreading its salty taste on her tongue. He couldn’t fuck her if she sucked him, she rationalized as her marital vows crumbled.

She wanted him to come. She wanted to taste him in her mouth and she quickened the pace of her hands, jerking him in quick short motions. Erik moaned and paused his strokes between her legs, and she knew he was close. She rotated and pumped her hands, trying to take more of his cock into her mouth.

She reached down with her right hand and cupped his balls, feeling the pressure as she caressed them tenderly. Even his goddamn balls were huge, she thought, amazed. Suddenly his body jerked and she felt the spasm in his shaft and knew it was about to happen.

She held her lips tight against his shaft as sperm squirted into her mouth. As the hot liquid filled her mouth she continued coaxing it from his shaft. She shifted, accidently letting a small quantity of pearly white fluid slide escape her lips. When she was satisfied he’d finished, she removed her mouth from his shaft, careful to keep her lips sealed and swallowed.

“That was nice,” Erik smiled.

Anne pulled his hand to her groin. “Please!” she moaned, concentrating on his fingertips as they brushed the fabric of her panties.

“Lie down,” Erik said and she happily leaned back, her head on the soft white pillow. He bent down low, and her eyes widened as he pulled the front of her dress down, her small pert nipples exposed to him. He paused, deftly licking her right breast.

“Oh my God,”she gasped as Erik’s lips teased her hard nub, while at the same time his hand again made contact between her legs. He no longer teased her through the cotton fabric, but slid his fingers under the hem of her panties. Anne’s legs thrashed as he made contact with her clit, gently massaging into her tight slit.

She trembled as Erik’s fingers massaged her deep inside, the hook of his finger rhythmically pressing against her clit.

“I’m coming,” she yelped, and the spark, deep in her lower belly burned brighter until her orgasm exploded and she kicked her legs, holding his hand against her groin as she came. She shook, arching her back in ecstasy as the feelings coursed through her body.

Erik withdrew his fingers and smiled at her.

“Oh what have we done?,” Anne said.

“Sometimes we need somebody other than our husband to really make things happen,” Erik said, and kissed her nipple again.

“Jesus, what am I going to tell my husband.”

“You don’t have to tell him anything, or you can tell him everything,” Erik answered. He’d shifted position, and nuzzled her from behind.

The combination of the long ride and release of sexual tension took their toll, and they both drifted off to sleep. It was almost five they awoke to a knock. Knowing it was probably Joshua, Erik threw on his clothes and she got up quickly and ran to the door.

He leaned in to kiss her and she kissed him back, conscious of the reason for her dry mouth.

“Nice room,” Joshua said as she led him inside where Erik sat, rising to shake his hand. “Maybe I should have just picked you up tomorrow morning,”

“I tried everything Joshua, but I couldn’t get her to sleep with me,” Erik joked.

Anne gave Erik her dirtiest look, but he shrugged and as Joshua turned to her she quickly smiled ear to ear. She felt like a fraud.

After putting the surfboards and gear in the room, the three of them walked to a restaurant that Joshua liked, inland on main street. It was only a ten minute walk, but Erik did most of the talking, recounting to Joshua the ride. Anne remained silent, afraid to say anything until she heard Erik’s version of events post arrival at the beach.

Joshua ordered a bottle of wine, and they all sipped as they waited for their order, Anne deciding it was time to start speaking or risk looking foolish and deceitful. By the end of their meal everybody was joking and it seemed somewhat normal.

Joshua said he knew of a great bar and they stopped for another couple of drinks. They sat at a booth, Erik filling them with tales about drinking and womanizing in Norway, and Anne could see Joshua was fascinated, trading stories himself.

Joshua surprised Anne a little bit, getting into a conversation where he said things like, “Norwegian girls are so hot, why would you come here?”

Erik laughed, saying in the stilted syntax of a non-native speaker, “I don’t know, Anne here compares very favorably to Norwegian women.”

Anne blushed.

“How do I compare to Norwegian men?” Joshua joked, winking at Anne.

Shocked, Anne said, “Um, this is just a crazy conversation, I’m not saying anything.”

Both men laughed and the boys ordered more drinks. Anne, against her better judgement, tried to keep up with them.

Anne stumbled out of the bar with Joshua and Erik a couple of hours later.

Joshua held her up as she walked, but she kept thinking about Erik, and she said, “Maybe if you both hold my hand I’ll be okay.”

She reached out and walked between the two of them, drunk, but her heart beat in her throat.

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