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I was as far as I was aware, completely straight, although I did always have a second look at well-defined men’s legs when they were very hairy. One evening as I was standing in at a bar counter ordering a beer, I noticed a rather sexy, petite blond girl sitting on a barstool next to me. We exchanged smiles and started a conversation. As she spoke she began to touch my exposed arm saying that she loved to see a man’s hairy arms. I was in my early twenty’s, fairly athletically built and both aware and proud of the fact that I was fairly hairy (which I have always acknowledged as a sign of masculinity). I was wearing a polo shirt that revealed much of my arms that are covered in thick fairly silky dark hair with an abundance of chest hair jutting out of the open neck around my neck.

At that moment I noticed a rather good looking bearded guy looking at us, he was slightly taller that I am and had dark golden hair on his head, with natural sun highlights, his full beard (cut fairly short) was a much darker colour as did the thick bush jutting out from around his neck. I noticed that his body proportions were fairly similar to my own, as he melikgazi escort was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. He seemed to be even hairier than I was, with thick blond course hair covering all over his exposed body. On hearing what the girl had to say about my arms, he said that he could match my hairiness any day.

We both continued to chat up this bird, who seemed to be getting more and more turned on – by the way she was rubbing her naked thighs together (obviously getting turned on to both of us). After some time and a number of drinks, the other guy (Brad) suggested that we go to his place to have some more drinks and listen to some music.

As soon as we got to his place, Brad went the kitchen to get some drinks. I was standing close to Ann (the blond chick’s name) and she touched my arm again and I bent down, kissed her and held her close to me. She responded by pressing herself against my already rock hard cock. At that moment, Brad returned to the living room and pressed himself against Ann’s back, making her the meat between a very hairy sandwich.

It wasn’t very long before menemen escort Ann was carried into the bedroom, having had her loose cotton shift that she had been wearing removed as well as her panties – her only under garment, revealing a small neat shaved pussy which showed off a beautiful rosebud clit. Brad, who had removed her panties, started to suck on her very wet, horny pussy and I quickly stripped and gave her my thick pulsating cock, which she eagerly swallowed. Ann came a couple of times in Brad’s mouth, before Brad pulled away to strip, revealing the hairiest body I had ever seen, even hairier than my own as well as a beautiful 8 inch uncut cock, (my own 7 inches being circumcised). Ann turned over onto her stomach to suck on Brad’s cock while I entered her sopping pussy from the rear. After a while I pulled her onto myself in a lying position with her lying on top of me, with her back to me, my cock still filling her pussy. Brad went down on Ann, sucking on her clit as I pounded my meat in and out of her hungry pussy. I was starting to experience something completely new and mind blowing as Brad’s meram escort beard was stimulating my hairy balls as he sucked on Ann who was reaching new heights as she climaxed again and again. Occasionally Brads tongue would also include part of the shaft of my exposed cock.

Brad suddenly pulled away and put his long foreskin onto Ann’s clit, enveloping it and as he told us both, he was fucking her clit. This drove us both nearly over the edge and I had much difficulty holding back as Brads pre-cum mingled with Ann’s juices. Ann was so excited her cum and juices were drooling down my hairy thighs. Brad suggested that he join me in her soppy cunt. Ann didn’t have time to object as Brad forced his thick meat onto my cock forcing Ann’s cunt lips to open extremely wide to accommodate us both. After the initial discomfort, Ann was screaming in pleasure as two extremely hairy guys rode in and out of her eager pussy in unison. I reached out and pulled Brad closer on both of us feeling his hairy thighs rubbing against mine, his hairy balls stimulating my own and as I fondled his very hairy ass he yelled out and came all over my cock in Ann’s pussy, forcing me to cum almost simultaneously. We were all spent for a while, but after a sleep and shower we repeated the entire performance.

Ever since that night, I have found that I am extremely attracted to other hairy men and have taken every opportunity to explore that side of my sexuality.

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Note to the readers: This is my first time writing for Literotica. I have been reading here for the past few months, and it has been an experience unto itself. This is just a fantasy, something I would probably never do in real life, and in all honesty, something that will never have a chance to present itself. On all accounts, just a plot of fiction, but a story of Love and Lust nonetheless. I hope you enjoy it, and if you have any comments, please don’t hesitate to email, for in the world of writing, all criticism is constructive.

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It had been awhile since the “gang” had all been together, the last time, probably being after graduation. They had seen each other on separate occasions, but now was an occasion to bring them all back together, and to bring some of them together in a way none of them ever imagined.

It was a group of eight, four guys, four girls, the closest friends from college, they roomed together, took classes together, and for all practical purposes, became adults together. It had been two years since their graduation took place, two long years since they had all seen each other at the same time, and now two weeks until the wedding of two of their own. Jen and Micah had been high school sweethearts, downright annoying at times to the others, but happy, and definitely in love. When all of them had heard eight months earlier that the nuptials were pending, excitement and anticipation were felt by all.

Cassie had been in New York for a year and a half, working for a publishing company she loved, but was excited about the upcoming wedding. For her it meant a week of vacation, time away from work, and time to spend with her best friends. Lynn had gone back to Seattle, continuing her education, and was working as an operations manager in her father’s company. She was excited about the week of preparations ahead as well, she needed to get away from her family and have some fun. And that she would. The last would be Katie, she strayed the furthest from the group. An artist, she liked to move around and barely kept in contact, but was also ready to see her pals again. She was the only one with a significant other, and he, Keith, would join her the weekend of the wedding.

Ben, the jock of the group, went to school on a football scholarship, and although he was good, and the NFL looked to be in his future, a knee injury in his junior year proved to be serious enough to knock that dream right out of his head. He was excited about seeing the girls, it had been too long, and he wanted to see what he may have missed out on. Then there’s the twins, Kyle and Kaleb; the spitting image of each other, they did everything together…lived together, worked together. They couldn’t wait to get to Boston either.

All of the flights would land in Boston on or about the same time, which made it easy for pick-ups and hellos. They all hugged, reminisced and remembered the “good ol’ times”. They were all staying in the same hotel, they had even reserved suites. That way they could at least share rooms with one another and spend time with all. The girls hurried off to have final fittings of their dresses, the men with their tux’s, and they all caught up on the last two years. The men had a little bachelor party, and the girls threw Jen a bachelorette bash-eating, drinking, and all having a great time.

The night of the rehearsal dinner proved to be the beginning of wonderful things to come. Cassie and Lynn drank way to much and by the time they got back to the hotel, started discussing the guys in, for them, an unusual fashion. Katie had picked up Keith that afternoon from the airport, and decided to stay with him in their own room, so the girls had their suite all to themselves. They changed into their PJ’s and began plotting the next night’s events.

“The guys haven’t changed a bit, if anything, they have gotten hotter.” Lynn said, “I can’t believe that neither of us ever went out with any of them, what were we thinking?”

“Well, I guess it just never came up, and at the time, it probably would have ruined our friendships, you know how immature they were in college. At least now, we know they are grown up, maybe they can handle something mature for a change.” Cassie stated.

The girls sat and drank wine, watching the fire, and thinking about what they would like to do to each of their perspective male friends, Lynn said, “I know, why don’t we have fun with all of them together, I mean that way, we know it’s just friends having sex, we aren’t looking for a relationship with any of them, and I doubt they would say no. Did you see the way they were ogling us?”

“Oh you bet I did, when I danced with Kyle, he couldn’t keep his hands, and organs, off of me,” said Cassie, “but do you think they would go for it-I mean all of them and both of us, at the same time?”

“Well, there is only one way to find out.” As Lynn said this, she picked up the phone and called the guys’ room. Kaleb answered yenibosna escort the phone, and she could hear the others in the background laughing and talking.

“Me and Cassie were wondering if you would all like to do something after the reception tomorrow. I mean, we would like to spend some more time with you guys, since we are going home in two days.”

“That sounds like a great idea, what do you have in mind?”

“Let us take care of the plans. Are you boys up for anything?”

“Anything with you two-we’ll see you at the church in the morning.”

“OK, sleep well, and don’t forget to be there on time.”

“Will do, you too.”

With that, Kaleb hung up the phone and told his friends that they had plans for the next evening with Cassie and Lynn, and they all began to wonder what was on the agenda.

The wedding went off without a hitch, the bride and groom were as happy as ever, not only were they finally married, but all their friends had come and participated. At the reception, they all danced, drank, and ate and all had a great time. The festivities were winding down, and the girls were anxious to get the evening started. The guys were as well-all night the girls had each been flirting with them, and they were beginning to wonder what they had gotten themselves into. They all said their good-byes to the happy couple, Katie and Keith went to the bar, and they all headed out to the valet of the hotel, to begin their adventure. As they stood around waiting for the limo to pull up, the guys started asking questions, but all they got were smiles and giggles, and the occasional, “you’ll have to wait and sees” from the girls. The anticipation was killing them, little did they know it would be well worth the wait.

They let the girls climb into the limo first and when they started piling in, they looked and noticed that the two girls had sat together directly across from them. With the three of them on the opposite seat they watched as the girls held hands, and looked at them with fire in their eyes. Finally someone spoke up.

“So ladies, what’s going on?”

“Well, Lynn and I discussed it, and have decided that we want to have sex with you, all of you…together.”

At the exact same time, all three men were staring at them, jaws dropped to the floor.

Lynn chuckled, “I told you they wouldn’t, or should I say couldn’t, say no.”

“Are you two serious?”

“Do we look like we’re serious?” Cassie said flatly.

The guys looked back and forth from each other to the girls and each of them shrugged as if giving permission for the fun to begin.

Cassie looked at Ben and said, “Why don’t you and I trade places?”

With that Ben and Cassie maneuvered to switch spots, but while suspended in air, exchanged a deep and passionate kiss. To this Lynn said, “Let the fun begin.”

Ben sat down next to Lynn, and she began to lick his lips lightly. He could smell the alcohol on her breath and wondered to himself if she was sure she knew what they were getting into. She could sense this and said, “It’s OK, this was ‘our’ idea.”

With that Ben began to kiss Lynn, parting her lips slowly as she invited him into her wet and hot mouth. His tongue began to probe and thoughts were racing through his mind, and he felt eyes on him. He looked away, at the three directly across from them, when Cassie said, “Go on, I wanna watch. We’ll join you in a few minutes, right guys?” As she said this she placed each of her hands on the twins’ thighs, on either side of her. All they could do was watch and nod, which made Lynn and Cassie smile.

Lynn brought Ben’s mouth back to hers and began to loosen his tie. As she started to unbutton his shirt, his lips made their way down her neck and back up to her ear. When she finished with his shirt, he removed it, and went back to kissing her, now with his hand on her thigh, slowly making a move upwards to find what he was waiting for. She slightly spread her legs, just giving him enough room to fit his hand up there and feel the moistness that was developing, and with that he lightly moaned into her ear. He couldn’t believe this was happening, not complaining about it, but shocked to say the least.

On the opposite seat, the twins and Cassie were watching with great intensity, when the guys felt her hands dig deeply into their thighs, and slowly inch their way up. They looked at her in unison, and she thought, “damn they are cute when they do exactly the same thing at exactly the same time”, and she wondered to herself if that was true for everything. She was ready to find out.

With that, she started inching her hands slowly up their thighs, getting closer to the growing bulges in their pants, and as she did this, they both sighed at the same time. This made her giggle. They both looked at her, and she smiled, saying, “I’m ready when you are”.

They each began to lick and kiss the side of her yıldırım escort neck they were on, placing their hands on her knees, moving them slowly up her thighs, looking for the same sweet spot. She turned her head and kissed Kaleb deeply. She began to suck on his bottom lip and this made him massage her thigh so gently that she began to feel the moisture forming. After she finished her assault on his lip he returned to her neck, and she then turned to Kyle, kissing him deeply, but this time sucking on his tongue. This absolutely drove him crazy, knowing that at any moment those lips could be wrapped around his hard cock. He felt a twinge in his pants, and at this she smiled around his tongue. Cassie then looked into his eyes and said, “Why don’t we get these clothes off, it might make this easier?”

They didn’t need to be told twice. No sooner had their hands left their respective parts on her body than they were already tugging on their tuxedos. By the time they were stripped naked, they looked back at Cassie and noticed that she was staring across the way, while her hand was gently stroking her obviously wet pussy. This in turn made them look across, to see what her excitement was all about.

They had almost forgotten about the other two in the limo, and watching now, they wondered how they could not see what was happening. Both Ben and Lynn were as naked as they were. Ben had one of his legs up on the seat and Lynn was going to town on his rigid pole. They watched as she licked the hard shaft, and sucked each of his balls into her mouth, and they obviously enjoyed the sight, cause then Cassie noticed that at the exact same time, they reached for their own hard cocks and started to stroke. They continued to watch in amazement their two friends having a good time with one another. Ben had one hand holding him up on the seat and the other embedded in her hair, lightly urging her to keep going, and take him in deeper. His head was thrown back but every once in awhile, he would look down at the beautiful girl taking him in, stroke after stroke with her soft lips and strong tongue. His moaning was low, but could be heard by all, and his breathing was becoming panting, as he watched his cock disappear into the mouth of a dear friend, and an obviously great lover.

Cassie snapped out of the daze that she was in, watching Lynn swallow Ben’s cock, and moved the twins hands out of her way, saying, “I will take these from you, now let’s get started. I don’t want to see them have all the fun”. The boys then returned their mouths to her neck and their hands to her thighs. She started to stroke each of their cocks, already hard but growing by the second, she could feel them getting bigger from her touch. As she did this, each of the boys made their way down her shoulders, to her breasts, licking and sucking on her hard nipples. This was a wonderful feeling to her, each part of her body getting the same pleasure at the same time, from practically two of the same men. Her hands noticed that the similarities didn’t seem to stop, both of their cocks seemed to be the same size, huge at that, she had never see any that big, and she had seen her fair share.

The twins moved their hands upward, to the heat of their desire, and reached the destination together. Each of them stroking, sharing the feel of her hot pussy together, sliding their fingers up and down, feeling the wetness that formed from their touch, and their other friends’ actions. Cassie let out a gasp, as they were sucking on her nipples she felt their fingers begin to move over her clit. And this in turn made her hands pump faster and her grip to become firmer. At exactly the same time, it would figure since they are twins, she felt each of them insert a finger inside of her. She moaned as they accommodated each other, to let the other in, so they could begin a coinciding rhythm. Their fingers moved in and out of her-same time, same pace, making her wetter than she had ever been before. As she continued to stroke their cocks she noticed some wetness forming on each, looking at them, she saw the precum, and moved her hands over the tips, swirling it around, to help make the stroking easier, gliding through her hands at a faster pace. As they continued to pump their fingers in and out, their mouths continued to feast on her breasts, and she was beginning to feel her first orgasm of the evening and, lucky for her, not the last.

Across the way, Ben and Lynn had switched places-her with a leg on the seat-he had his head between her legs, as he began to lick the folds of her deliciously wet cunt. He used one of his hands to spread the lips, giving him a better view and more room to enter. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to the top, then, finding her clit, he popped it into his mouth and began to suck on it, nibbling it between his teeth, making her buck her hips. She was pinching her nipples and letting out soft moans, begging him to fuck her with his tongue. Then, in one move, he released her throbbing clit from his grasp, and began to slide his tongue in and out of her hot hole. She was coming close, and he could tell, as he moved his tongue in and out, penetrating her deeper each time. He could feel her walls tightening around it, and that got him thinking about this tight pussy wrapped around his already hard cock. He began to dive into her deeper and faster, she was now moving her hips in a way that seemed like she was fucking his face, and he had to hold her hips to keep her in place. He pulled his tongue out of her and began to work on her hard nub again, thrashing his tongue, moving it in circles. Lynn had never felt this good before, and began to wonder if he took a class on the proper way to eat a chick out. If not, he could give lessons. He popped her clit back into his mouth and started to suck again, and this sent her over the edge. She felt her orgasm coming, and she stated it loudly for the whole car to hear. And when Cassie and the twins looked up and across from them, they watched in amazement as she flooded Ben’s face, and he drank it all up, gulp for gulp, he left nothing to waste. When he was done he was gasping for air, as was Lynn, as he sat back up on the seat. They breathed heavily for a few minutes, and she kissed him, tasting herself on him. She thought the mixture of his saliva and her cum tasted great together.

As Ben and Lynn slowly calmed down, they began to watch what was happening with the others, and they couldn’t believe their eyes. Cassie was jacking off the brothers, as they were fucking her with their fingers at the same time. Their fingers glided in and out, same movements, same speeds, same timing. And Cassie was keeping up with them as she stroked their cocks-the faster they pumped her, the faster she pumped them. Before she knew it, they were both rubbing her clit with their thumbs, again the sensation of two hands on her was driving her wild. She started to buck her hips up, fucking their hands and moaning for them to go faster. As she came, her juices flowed over the twins’ hands and they continued to pump into her until she was done. They each pulled their fingers out, and sucked her cum right off of their hands. Licking up all that they could, when they were done, they both said, “Sweet as honey”. This made all five of them laugh out loud, and when Cassie looked at their cocks, still hard and yet to cum, she asked Lynn for a hand. With that, each of the girls got on their knees between their legs and began to suck.

The girls looked at each other as they licked the shafts, making sure they were doing the same thing, seeing if the same movements would make them cum. And it was working. They both grew harder, in the girls’ mouths, as they clenched their fists into the seat. The girls’ licked around the heads, stuck their tongues into the hole that was letting out little drops of cum. Then they began to massage the balls, as they both put their hands on the bottom of the shafts. Then they both looked up at the boys, looked at each other, and began their descent on the hard cocks in front of them. Taking them all the way in, playing their tongues against the underside of their cocks. Slowly they pulled their mouths up, and moved their hands up as well. As the girls moved their mouths over the “Hardy Boys”, as they would soon call them, each of the twins placed hands on their heads, and urged them to take it all. And boy did they. They began to bob up and down on their cocks, same timing, same everything, getting them as deep as they could into their throats and then pulling them out, and starting all over again.

On the seat in back of them, Ben had quite the view. His two best friends, getting the blowjobs of a lifetime, from his two best friends. This was turning him on, as he felt his cock getting hard, he began to stroke himself, watching these two girls he loved, loving his two friends. Just then, both the twins exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum”, and at that, the girls swallowed their throbbing cocks, far into their mouths, hitting the back of their throats. Spurt after spurt of their hot cum was making its way down their throats, and the girls swallowed it all, not missing a drop. They cleaned up the twins and then all of them took a seat…everyone in need of air, and a break. They looked around at each other, smiling and talking when Lynn said, “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”. And in unison, the boys all said, “Not at all, thank you for making this happen.”

Then Ben said, “So what do we do now?”

“Well we aren’t finished with you yet, the night has just begun. We have champagne and a king size bed big enough for 5 waiting back at the hotel.”

They all smiled and began to get dressed. Everyone finding the right clothes, the girls fixed their hair and makeup as they pulled into the front of the hotel. They got out and walked into the lobby, when they ran into Katie and Keith, on their way up to their room after spending some time at the bar.

Katie said, “What have you guys been up to?”.

And without even taking a minute, the twins spoke together, “Taking a drive through the city”.

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Marigold’s overactive imagination had gotten her into trouble again. She’d been romanticizing the forest, getting in touch with nature, and now she was lost. She knew she couldn’t be too far from the campsite she and her friends had chosen for the weekend, but she had no idea which direction to go. She’d been dreamily composing a poem in her head, something about the mystery of the woods, and some little spark in the back of her brain had suggested perhaps this was a magic forest, filled with fairies and talking animals. She knew it was ridiculous, of course, but she’d scampered ever deeper into the depths of the woods, caught up in her fantasy.

It was probably all to blame on all the fantasy books she read, she thought. Unicorns and dragons and talking cats, elves and fairies and lonely sorcerors who lived alone in the forest, it was all terribly fun to think about, but less fun now the sun was beginning to set and and there was a chill in the air. She called out, hoping someone would hear her – her friends, another camper, a forest ranger, anyone. She kept yelling until her throat began to feel hoarse. Still no one responded. She felt like she’d been walking for miles; how had she not reached the campsite or at least the end of the forest? If only she could find a park road, that would be something.

Marigold hugged herself, rubbing her arms in an effort to keep warm. It wasn’t too uncomfortable yet, but she knew the temperature up here would drop drastically once the sun set and night came. Maybe she could find some shelter, a cave or a hollow tree. At least she would have a warmer place to stay the night, and in the morning her friends were bound to come looking for her. Perhaps there would be a full search party, helicopters and a full crew of rangers, followed by reporters. They’d interview her and fill the air with her story, with how brave she’d been. ‘It was nothing,’ she’d say, ‘I knew I would be found eventually.’ She’d use the opportunity to create her greatest poem yet, post it on the internet and achieve fame. ‘What a brave girl,’ everyone would say, ‘to survive such an ordeal.’ Men would feel the overwhelming urge to protect her from another such mishap, she’d have them falling at her feet to be with her…

The crack of a branch snapping drew her from her fantasy. A squirrel went zipping by overhead, and Marigold shook her head. How silly she was being! She’d always hand a tendency to romanticize things, and look where that had gotten her. She told herself she would be quite content with being found, soon and unharmed, and never mind the tv reporters and the men. Well, perhaps just one man. A handsome park ranger, overcome by her beauty, sweeping her into his arms and covering her with a blanket, insisting she was too weak to walk, taking her to his home and nursing her back to health. He’d spoon-feed her broth, and one night they’d kiss…

“Stop it, Marigold!” she said out loud. She really needed to focus, no more letting her imagination run wild. It was getting darker by the minute, and if she didn’t find a place to shelter her from the cold, it was going to be a very long and miserable night. They’d find her poor frozen body, and the tragic story would be all over the news. ‘How sad,’ everyone would say. No, focus! She picked a direction at random and set off.

*

She’d been walking for forever. It was a magical forest, and once you entered, you were doomed to keep walking until you died of thirst, and then the forest trees sucked your body dry for nutrients… she was disrupted from her latest imagining by the realization that there was light up ahead. A light! She broke into a run and came upon a cabin. There was smoke coming from the chimney and her hands shook as she thought of the warmth. She was saved! She ran to the door and hammered her fists on it.

“Hello? Hello? Please, help me!” she cried. There was no response. She tried again, knocking louder. “Hello? Please, I’m lost and I need help.” Still no response. Maybe no one was home? Hands trembling, she reached for the door handle. It was unlocked, and she pushed her way in, thanking dörtyol escort her lucky stars. “Hello? I’m so sorry to intrude, but I’m lost, you see…” Her voice trailed off as she realized that the cabin was empty. It wasn’t terribly large, and was set up as one room only, so she was quite certain she was alone. She hurried to the wood stove in the corner, which was radiating waves of heat. Marigold had never felt anything so glorious.

Once she’d soaked up enough heat to feel human again, she began to look around at her surroundings. There were a few deer heads mounted on the wall, and a large gun rack on the wall opposite. She guessed it must be some kind of hunting cabin. There were three beds near the back of the cabin, completely open to the room and each other. Probably some sort of bachelor get-away pad, then. If it was a family they would probably have made some attempt at separation, for privacy. That was fine, as long as they were hospitable bachelors. She imagined them coming home from a day’s hunting, shocked and delighted to find a beautiful young woman in dire need of their help. They’d fuss over her, radio for help, insist she take a bed while they slept on the couch and waited for help…

Her growling stomach brought her back to reality. Surely such hospitable men wouldn’t begrudge her some food. She’d noticed a pot on the wood stove earlier, and when she opened the lid, she found a stew of sorts. A quick search of the ‘kitchen’ portion of the cabin revealed bowls and utensils, and she soon had a heart helping dished up, burning her tongue as she scarfed it down. It was delicious. Once she’d eaten her fill, unabashedly going back for seconds, she began to feel sleepy. Maybe she’d just lie down on the couch for a few minutes. She stretched out, trying to get comfortable, but it was hard and unyielding. With a sigh, Marigold sat up and eyeballed the beds across the room. Maybe she could just take a short nap on one, leaping up and pretending she hadn’t the instant someone arrived home. They looked warm and inviting.

She crossed the room and laid down on the bed nearest the fire, but quickly decided it was much too warm there, and moved to the bed furthest away. Before she could drift off, she began to feel chilled, and moved again, this time to the bed in the middle. It was the perfect compromise, and soon Marigold was fast asleep.

She was startled awake by voices. How long had she been sleeping?

“Well, well. What do we have here?” A gruff masculine voice was coming from the foot of the bed. Marigold sat up and her blood ran cold. A large man was standing there with a rifle pointed directly at her. Two other men flanked him, one on each side, and both had weapons drawn on her as well.

“I’m so sorry!” pleaded Marigold, adrenaline coursing through her. “I was lost, you see, and I meant no harm, I just needed to get in out of the cold.”

“Trespasser,” spat the man on the right. “You didn’t see the signs? ‘Trespassers will be shot on sight’?”

“I’m so sorry,” she said again, her voice quavering. “I’ll leave now!” she swung her legs over to the side of the bed and made to stand up, but the barrel of the rifle in her chest forced her back down.

“It’s too late for that,” said the large man. “Say goodbye.” he cocked the gun and Marigold swallowed hard.

“Wait,” she sputtered. “I can make it up to you! Anything you want!” She noticed the smaller man on the left eyeing her chest, and she shakily began to undo the buttons on her blouse. “Look, see, we can work something out.” She smiled desperately, undoing the last buttons and pulling her shirt off behind her. The large man threw a glance at his companions, quirking an eyebrow as if to ask what they thought.

“Come on, Bruin, let’s have a little fun,” the man on the right spoke up. Bruin, the large man, turned to the smaller man on the left.

“Robert?” he asked.

“Hmm. Take off those pants and let’s see,” said Robert, addressing Marigold. She continued to force a smile, and stood up, unzipping her jeans and sliding them düziçi escort to the floor. “That’ll do.” Robert nodded to Bruin, and Bruin lowered the gun.

“Alright then. Who gets her first? Jacob?” He turned to the man on the right.

“Well as the oldest, Bruin, I’d say that’s your right,” Jacob nodded respectfully at Bruin. The men grinned at each other, and Marigold felt sick with fear. Still, better than the alternative. Death would be a lot harder to get over with than sex. Bruin set the gun on the next bed, and unzipped his pants, pulling out his flaccid cock.

“Better get it hard, honey. It would be a shame to have to stick my gun in that pretty little mouth of yours instead.” Marigold moistened her lips. She could do this, just do it without thinking about it and survive, that was the important thing. She sucked on the tip of his cock, trying to get it wet so she could ease it into her mouth. She worked her tongue around the shaft, feeling it grow hard, and slowly began to bob her head up and down it, taking it as deep as she could. Apparently not deep enough for Bruin, for he suddenly grabbed the back of her head and shoved his dick all the way down, Marigold’s face smashing into his stomach as she fought for breath around him.

She gagged and tried to push away for a moment before remembering the gun. Better to gag and struggle for breath than have no breath. Bruin began fucking her face, hard, Marigold drawing breath every time he pulled out far enough. She needed him to be pleased, or she would die. Cautiously she reached a hand up and began to cup his balls, gently kneading and rolling them. Bruin grunted with pleasure and she knew to keep going. She felt the bed behind her shaking and then hands on her waist.

“No reason to let this hole go to waste!” Jacob pulled her panties down in one quick movement. She could hear him taking his pants off and braced herself for impact, still stimulating Bruin’s scrotum while she gagged on his cock. Jacob’s fingers were rubbing her pussy, then quickly were replaced by something much larger. His cock, hard and large, was roughly shoved up inside her. Her pussy wasn’t nearly wet enough, and she tried not to make a sound about the discomfort. It wasn’t awful, but she wished she wasn’t so dry. Maybe if she could try to turn herself on it wouldn’t be so bad. Balancing carefully on her knees, she slipped her free hand down onto her clit, quickly rubbing up and down to stimulate her juices.

“Look at this little slut,” cried Jacob. “She’s trying to get herself off. She loves this!” He pounded into her pussy harder, and Marigold rubbed herself quicker. Bruin was grunting and groaning with every breath, and Marigold tried to stick out her tongue and allow him even deeper access to her throat. The sooner he finished, the better. The added depth put Bruin over the edge, and he slammed into her throat, his cum squirting down the back. Hastily Marigold swallowed it down. She’d never like swallowing, but she wanted him to be pleased. His movements were strong enough that she dropped both hands to the bed to balance herself. Bruin withdrew his cock and Marigold gulped in air greedily, her unencumbered breathing providing her with relief. Jacob was still fucking her pussy, and she wondered if Robert would replace Bruin in her mouth. ‘One down, two to go,’ she thought.

“You should try her mouth,” said Bruin, sitting on the bed across from Marigold and watching Jacob fuck her. Marigold hoped he was talking to Robert and not Jacob. She’d finally gotten herself wet enough that the sex wasn’t uncomfortable, and at least she could breathe with Jacob fucking her pussy. She’d much rather get them off that way than gag down two more cumshots. She was on birth control, anyway.

“I think I will,” said Jacob, pulling out of her pussy. Inwardly Marigold sighed. Still, better cum in her mouth than a bullet in her head. She smiled and at Jacob and opened her mouth for him. Hopefully Robert would take advantage of her empty pussy rather than wait his turn for her mouth. To her relief, she felt him climb edremit escort onto the bed and his fingers sliding into her pussy.

“She’s so wet!” he exclaimed, his fingers squishing into her. Jacob’s dick was in her mouth and she tasted herself on him, slightly salty. Unlike his brother, he seemed to favor speed over deep throating, and he was thrusting in and our of her mouth like a jackhammer. All Marigold had to do was hold her head still and her mouth open for him. Robert meanwhile was swirling the head of his cock around the entrance of her pussy, and she actually found herself eager for him to stick it in. Well, at least she was getting something out of this.

“I bet this little bitch wants it up the ass,” said Robert. Marigold’s heart skipped a beat. She’d never done anal before, and she didn’t want to. Unfortunately in this situation, she didn’t really see an alternative. Reluctantly, she wiggled her ass at Robert, inviting him to take it. She braced herself, knowing it was going to hurt. Robert ran his cock up and down her slit, lubing it up, and she was thankful she’d at least gotten herself wet. If the dry pussy fucking had been uncomfortable, the dry ass fucking would have been much worse. Jacob continued to pump in and out of her mouth while Bruin looked on and Robert leaned down and spat on her asshole. He worked a finger inside it, and Marigold tried not to pay attention, focusing instead on getting Jacob off. Maybe if she got him off quickly enough, Robert would take her mouth instead.

It was too late, Robert’s cock was already at her rear entrance, pressing slowly but firmly. She tried to relax herself, aware it would only hurt more if she tensed up. T he head of his cock slipped past her sphincter, and she winced at the pain, but didn’t dare to make a sound. He was sliding the rest of it, inch by inch, and then his balls were pressed against her pussy, his cock lodged deep in her ass. She was thankful that Robert seemed to have a smaller cock than his brothers. He started to fuck her ass, groaning his pleasure.

“It’s so goddamn tight!” he exclaimed, and the description seemed to put Jacob over the edge, for he was suddenly spurting into Marigold’s mouth, grunting obscenities as he came. Again Marigold swallowed, trying not to gag. Robert was fucking her harder now, and although there was some pleasure in the strange, full feeling, it still hurt. Jacob joined his brother on the bed and they both watched Robert as he pumped in and out of her asshole. Gritting her teeth, Marigold slipped her hand back between her legs, working her clit again. Maybe she could distract herself from the painful part.

“Look how much this bitch loves it,” laughed Bruin. She closed her eyes and focused on the stimulation. Her ass wasn’t feeling quite as tender now; in fact, with the added clitoral stimulation, it almost felt good. She kept stroking herself, while Robert kept fucking her. Her breathing grew heavier and she began to thrust her hips back at Robert, enjoying the feeling. She was getting close to cumming, something she’d never thought possible with a dick in her ass. Jacob and Bruin watched her, and despite her embarrassment over her actions, she continued. In a minute, she was on the verge.

Robert was close too, she could tell, his thrusts were wilder, his balls slamming against her pussy every time he drove himself back into her ass. Her fingers worked tirelessly, and as she felt Robert grunt and his cock spurt inside her, she cried out and came, hard. She collapsed to the bed, her ass still in the air with his cock buried inside.

“Whew,” said Robert, withdrawing. “What a little slut.” He gave her a playful spank on the ass, and climbed off the bed. Marigold fell to her side, exhausted and trembling from her orgasm.

“Alright, let’s get this bitch out of here,” said Bruin, standing. Marigold was dragged to her feet and a bag placed over her head.

“So you won’t be finding your way back again,” hissed one of them, and then she was being pulled through the cabin, stumbling…

*

Marigold sat upright in the middle bed. It was just a dream! She patted herself down. Yes, clothes still intact, cabin empty, and no feelings of violation in her bottom half. Her crazy imagination was active even while she slept! She sighed with relief and started to lie down again, when the cabin door opened and three men walked in…

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An Evening With My Steno & Receptionist

I was working as a Manager in an electronics firm. I had a secretary named Nisha. She used to dress herself in a long dress and also wore a pair of scholarly looking glasses. A few interactions with her and I realized that this plain look was primarily to avoid unnecessary botheration from the colleagues who wanted to become friendly with the sole intention to take her to bed. Her attention to my needs in office was full of care and efficiency. Being shy by nature, I did not take any initiative to become close to her although I spent a lot of time day dreaming about making love to her.

Extended working hours to complete time bound job provided one day an opportunity to me to try to gauge her feelings about me. I started with asking her as to why she wore such plain clothes. She replied, “I don’t like the ogling of others in office but for you I can wear any clothes that you like, or no clothes at all!” I was pleasantly surprised by this response. I pulled her to myself and made her sit on my lap. I took her face in my hands and lightly kissed her. I had every intention to extend it to a passionate kiss but I did not want to hurry and get a wrong impression about me. It was late and I offered to drop her home in my car. We separated but nit before another longish kiss.

Next day in the office I invited her to join me to spend the evening at a small disco joint that was not frequented by our office people. She promptly agreed but asked about what to wear. I said smiling, “Nothing”. She gave me a playful hug and asked again. I told her, “It is an ordinary place, and you milas escort can wear whatever is comfortable”. She further asked if she could bring her friend Ruby along. Ruby was our receptionist. My expression indicated that I was questioning her confidence in me. She immediately added, “I know what is in your mind. We do everything together and I hide nothing from her. I assure you she will be a good company at the disco; and thereafter, if you desire.” The message was clear and I could look forward to a wonderful evening.

I picked them up from the flat they shared. Nisha was wearing a mini denim skirt with a colourful loose top. Ruby was dressed in a low cut blouse and a printed skirt. At the disco we danced with each other and also with a couple of youngsters present. We had something to eat in between. Nisha danced close to me making her hard nipples press against my chest. It was turning me on and I asked her to go to the ladies room and come back after removing her bra. She said, “There is no need for me to go in, I can easily remove here without anybody noticing.” She continued to look straight at me and did what I wanted. It was a slow dance number and the lights had been turned down. I played with breasts and nipples both from outside the top and also from inside. Ruby was noticing this and joined us in a threesome dance. My other hand went to Ruby’s bum and I realized that she had in the meanwhile taken out her panties. The dance in a darkish dance floor was a virtual sexual exploration of Nisha and Ruby by me. There was hardly any part of the upper body that I did not touch and play mudanya escort with. All three of us were turned on. My cock was pressing from outside Nisha’s skirt to her already wet cunt. The next moment it was Ruby’s turn. As the three of us were sufficiently aroused, we decided to change the venue of our sexual exploit to my home.

In the car Nisha and Ruby took turn to suck my cock and play with my balls. I was using one free hand to massage their breasts and cunts. I just about managed not to cum as we reached home. As soon as we were inside both of them got out of their clothes. Seeing them naked I just tore my clothes off. They both pressed their bodies to me. I kissed them both for a long time before pulling them to my bed. Nisha was already on her back. I sat next to her and started kissing her from mouth downwards. Ruby sat behind me kissing my neck and holding me around the chest, occasionally moving to my already enlarged cock. I needed quick relief even then I controlled myself to relish the first look of Nisha’s gorgeous body. As my mouth reached Nisha’s nipples she loudly moaned. I moved slowly to her pussy playing with the fine smooth hair on top and then moved my finger to her clit.

I kissed her clit and also outside and inside the lips around her wet cunt. This made her cum in jerks while pressing my mouth to her pussy. I was not in a position to control further so I positioned my self above her and held the tip of my cock at the entrance of her soaking wet pussy. She moaned in anticipation. As I purposely delayed, she pleaded, “Please Fuck me I can’t bear it any more. mustafakemalpaşa escort Please fuck me SIR”. I entered her in a slow smooth motion enjoying every moment. This was the moment I had waited for such a long time. When I hit her tunnel end, I could hold no more and after a few quick pushes in and out, I exploded inside the pussy of my Nisha for the first time. She shuddered and once again climaxed. Ruby was kissing me all the time and also played with my balls and Nisha’s clit as I entered her.

I rolled over. Ruby promptly sat in between my legs and put the half extended cock in her mouth. She cleaned me thoroughly with her mouth and kissed me to allow me to taste the joint cum of Nisha’s and myself. As Ruby continued to play with my cock, I was soon ready for her. She allowed me to lie and sat over me holding my cock at the entrance of her pussy. Nisha, in the mean time got up and sat behind Ruby and started to play with her breasts and nipples. I enjoyed the site of two girls sharing a lover in such harmony. Ruby sat over my cock and allowed it to slowly enter her smooth cunt. She froze for some time enjoying the feeling of fullness inside her cunt and then started to move in ever increasing speed of in and out motion. She was athletically built and moved in and out with graceful but firm pushes. I gave myself fully to her as the tempo increased until both of us reached a tremendous climax, with some help from Nisha who kissed my balls from below Ruby while pressing Ruby’s clit in synchronism with her in and out motion. It was Nisha’s turn to clean up my cock with her kisses.

We spent the next half an hour playing with each other and talking about sweet nothings. The three of us had a shower all the time playing with each other’s bodies as if to remember every detail for all time to come. It was a most satisfying threesome. I dropped them at their combined abode with promise to meet again and again.

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As we walked the length of the airport concourse we were in no hurry, unlike everyone around us. We dragged our wheeled carry-on bags as we followed the signs to the baggage claim area. Alexis veered off to the right headed for a women’s room. The men’s room was next door so I figured I’d go too. We got back together and before we attempted to merge back into the foot traffic I asked Alexis what Janine had said to her as we were exiting the plane.

Alexis said, “She wanted to know if we lived in the city. She was hoping we could get together when they have a lay-over in town. I told her we didn’t but my sister did. She looked like she was interested but I didn’t give her any information. She gave me another card and I’ll give it to Dee. If she’s interested she can contact Janine.” There was a break in the constant line of people and we slipped into the flow.

We collected our bags from the racetrack beltway. I unlocked my bag to make sure my precious package was untouched. It was and I locked it up again to make sure Alexis didn’t find it. She watched what I was doing so I had to be careful. She didn’t ask any questions but she looked at me kind of strangely as if saying, ‘what are you up to?’ I didn’t respond to her look.

We found Noah’s car. It was nearly 6:30 PM so we were a little ahead of schedule. I tossed our bags in the trunk and back seat and was getting in the car when my cell phone rang. It occurred to me that it hadn’t rung once while we were gone. I looked at the caller ID on the screen. It was Noah. I clicked the ‘send’ button. Alexis got in the passenger front seat and I stood in the open doorway of the driver’s seat and mostly listened to Noah. When the call was done, I hung up and climbed behind the wheel. The engine groaned and groaned until it caught and started.

As I maneuvered through the aisles and down ramps to the exit, Alexis asked about the call. I said, “It was Noah. He was talking a mile a minute. He was excited because he got it on with Olivia and Sophia earlier today. He said it was the first day that Olivia’s husband wasn’t home. He’s over the moon.” I chuckled and ran a mental video of Olivia and Sophia through my mind. I had to adjust the position in my pants as my cock jumped in increments to full size.

Alexis laughed when I told her about Noah’s three-way but then she was quiet. We drove out of the airport and found the entrance ramp to the interstate leading into the city. After several minutes, Alexis turned sideways in her seat facing me. Her legs were crossed and the hem of her dress had pulled up so her pussy was visible. I looked over at her for a moment before returning my attention to the road. She had that impish look on her face. She said, “Hey babe? When do you think I’ll get a shot at Olivia and Sophia? They are absolutely gorgeous. I’ve been around when you’ve had sex with them but I’ve never had sex with them.” I glanced back at her. She had a hopeful smile on her face.

I thought for a moment about my response and decided to tease her a little. I said, “Well. It looks like Olivia and Sophia only have sex with the pool cleaners. So, it doesn’t look hopeful for you.” Her grin dipped until she realized I was teasing her. She turned around and faced out the front windshield again. She was quiet for only a few seconds.

She said, “Okay. Will you hire me to help you with the cleaning for the rest of the summer?” She glanced at me as I turned to look at her. She had a very serious look on her face so I knew she wasn’t kidding me. I turned back to the road. Her idea rolled through my brain as I analyzed the pros and cons of working with her. It didn’t take long to figure out that there would be more pros than cons.

Without looking at her I said, “Are you serious? If you are, I think it’s a great idea. What about your dad? What will he say?” She snapped her head to look at me to see if I was just messing with her. She had a grin on her face from ear to ear.

“Really?” she said.

I glanced at her quickly. Our exit was coming up. “Sure. After all that money you won. I won’t even have to pay you.”

She said, “That’s your money. It was your quarter. Besides, I don’t need money. You need it for college.” I was only able to get a “but” in before she said, “The discussion on the money is over. It’s yours, end of subject.” She was quiet for thirty seconds and then turned to me with a huge smile and said, “When can I start?” I told her tomorrow if she’s serious. She folded her right hand into a fist and pumped it in the air and yelled, “YES.”

I looked at her with that grin on her face and said, “This is work you know; not fucking on the pool deck all day.”

She burst out laughing and responded, “Why? That’s about all I see you doing.” I could see her point and I joined in laughing too.

We pulled into Dee’s parking garage and found a spot close to the elevator. We dragged our carry-on bags out of the car and rode the elevator up to Dee’s floor. We knocked and the turgutlu escort door flew open. Dee was still dressed in her work attire which consisted of a tight maroon leather pencil skirt that wasn’t quite mini style. It stopped a couple inches above the knees. She wore a gold silk blouse with a wide black leather belt. She was barefoot.

Dee dragged Alexis into her apartment and threw a lip lock on her. She was a bundle of excited energy. Alexis bent down and dropped her bag. Dee threw herself up into my arms and kissed me all over my face. Then with me still holding her off the floor and her arms around my neck she pulled herself to my face and kissed me hard and long on the lips. When she pulled back I said, “Well, hello to you too.” I lowered her to the floor and she grabbed my hand and Alexis’ and dragged us into the living room.

Dee said, “Not even one call to tell how things were going. Tell me everything, and I mean everything.” She sat down on her sofa and curled her feet under her for a second and then put them on the floor and then pulled them up under her again. I looked over at Alexis with a “WTF?” look on my face. She just shrugged. We had already agreed to say nothing to anyone about winning the money, but otherwise we started at the beginning and gave her the gist of everything from the flight out to the flight back. It took more than an hour to tell the highlights. We told her about Stewardesses Janine and Connie, Masseuses Rozz and Jaz, MILFs Roni and Mae and Danielle and George. We had to make up a back-story for George or the whole Limo thing would have prompted question that would give the money story away. We topped it all off with Veronica as Alexis handed over one of the cards she had picked up off the sidewalk. Alexis also handed over Janine’s card and explained that situation.

Dee took Janine’s card but she couldn’t pull her attention away from Veronica’s picture on the card. Alexis and I watched her sister as she absent mindedly ran her fingers up under her skirt to her crotch. She was still staring at Veronica’s card. Dee suddenly seemed to come-to as she pulled her gaze from the card and nonchalantly pulled her hand out from under her skirt. She said, “Veronica is gorgeous. How was sex with her?”

Alexis laughed and said, “Fantastic. Right Babe? She was the cherry on top. Well, she wasn’t a cherry, so to speak.” Dee grinned at Alexis’ pun.

Dee stood to smooth her leather skirt and glanced down to make sure it was okay. She noticed that her nipples were erect and pushing out so hard they were obvious through her bra and silk blouse. She looked up at us and said, “Well look at that. I guess your story has gotten me all horny.” She put her hands on her tits and compressed them with her fingers and then tweaked her nipples with her thumb and index fingers. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as her tongue ran across her upper lip.

Alexis and I looked at each other. It was a toss-up whether we would all head for the bedroom or not. I noticed that Alexis’ nipples were hardening through her dress. She noticed where I was looking and she grinned at me. She lifted the hem of her dress to show me her glistening pussy. My dick stirred. Sex was in the air.

Nothing went any further as Dee pulled herself out of her reverie. She walked to the kitchen and came back with three beers. Alexis didn’t usually drink beer but she readily accepted it. I didn’t realize how dry I was. The air on the plane I guess. I nearly drank the whole thing in one gulp.

Dee sat down again and asked about our hotel in Vegas. We sort of lied and said that it was fine. We didn’t offer any details and Alexis moved on to other topics. ‘This lying is getting complicated,’ I thought. Dee wanted to know more about Janine. Alexis told her that she was very pretty with a nice body and great tits. Alexis confessed that when Janine wanted to know if we lived in the city, she told her that her sister did; hence the interest in Dee. Dee asked if we had any pictures and Alexis grabbed her cell-phone. She showed Dee what we had but none were of Janine or any of the other people we had met.

I moved Alexis’ and my bag into the guest bedroom and Dee took us out for dinner. Alexis and Dee gabbed non-stop. I stuck my two cents in once in a while but I mostly just listened. After we got back from dinner Alexis made a big mistake by showing Dee her new outfits. Dee recognized the clothes as high end designers but she didn’t say anything until Alexis was done. Then Dee said, “Alexis, where did you buy these clothes? There’s nowhere in your town that sells these designer clothes. If you bought them here in the city, we would have shopped together. You bought these in Las Vegas didn’t you?”

Alexis was busted and after a round of ‘hems’ and ‘haws’ from her; I interrupted and said, “She did buy them in Las Vegas.” Then I made a mistake by hatching another lie, “We got lucky at the tables and she spent her winnings turgutreis escort on clothes. I saved mine for college.” In retrospect, we should have just come clean because we would only have a few hours before the whole ‘tower of Jenga’ lies would come tumbling down. The money spent on Alexis’ clothes was the least of it.

My lie was logical and therefore reasonable but there was really no reason why we couldn’t have told her that in the first place. But because we had started with a lie, Dee didn’t buy the latest one either. She looked at me skeptically but she left it alone and told Alexis how beautiful they were. I left them to their gabbing and went to the kitchen. I needed another beer. I went to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room and watched the twinkling city lights. It was a spectacular sight. I was curious about the view of red and white traffic below but that would have required me to get closer to the windows than I was comfortable with.

Alexis came out in a new lingerie outfit that I hadn’t seen before. She snuggled up to me by the windows and asked for a swig of my beer. She took a hit and gave it back. She watched the city lights and commented on how beautiful they were. She ran her hand under my shirt-tail, across my ripped abs and up over my ripped pectorals. She said, “Dee wants us to sleep in with her tonight. Is that okay?”

I smiled at her and said, “Of course. I’m pretty tired though. I guess its jet-lag. It’s really two hours later for us. Alexis kissed me on the arm and pulled her hand out from under my shirt and headed down the hall. She wiggled her tight, perfectly formed ass and looked back to see if I was watching. I was and she giggled when I smiled at her. I must have been tired. My cock didn’t budge.

I went to the kitchen, deposited my can in the recycling bag and popped open another. I sat in the living room in the dark watching the lights in an apartment across the street at the same level. At first there was no movement in the apartment but then a woman came out of the kitchen. She was carrying a couple drinks into the living room. I hadn’t noticed the guy sitting on the sofa because he hadn’t moved. He stood up and when the woman came closer, he took both drinks and set them down on the coffee table before moving in close to her and kissed her. His hands went to her hips and then around her waist and then down over her ass. Her hand went straight for his crotch.

She apparently wanted to move faster than he. I watched her pull his zipper down and reach her hand inside his pants. They continued kissing and it was apparent that their passion was getting hotter and more urgent. She dropped to her knees and the motion of her head told all there was to tell. They were too far away to see any details. After a couple minutes the guy pulled her up and they went to another room.

I drained my second beer and deposited the can in the recycling in the kitchen. I walked down the hall toward Dee’s bedroom. I stood in the doorway and watched Alexis and her older sister engaged in a side-by-side sixty-nine. There was a lot of moaning and groaning. I shed my clothes and stroked my hard cock a few times. I thought I should relieve myself of the beers so I went to the bathroom. The timing was bad because I had to wait to get my cock soft enough to piss through it.

I decided to take a shower and not disturb Alexis and Dee. When I was dried off I returned to the bedroom. The lights were off and their sexual activities were finished. They laid there with Dee on the far side of the bed facing the windows. Alexis was spooned up behind her in the middle of the bed. I slid under the sheets and spooned up behind Alexis. She turned to kiss me as I put my head down. I ran my hand over her arm and caressed her tits. Her nipples were still hard. I ran my hand down over her flat stomach to her pussy. She was very wet and her pussy was randomly pulsing. She twitched her whole body every time I touched her there. I rested my hand right there and she settled down.

Alexis reached around and took my cock in her hand. It hardened again from her touch. She stroked it up and down a couple times and then lifted her upper leg and pushed my stiff cock between her thighs to stick a few inches in front of her. She didn’t attempt to put it in her pussy. She dropped her hand down over mine so her fingers were draped over my glans. She gently and slowly stroked my glans with her finger-nails until she fell asleep. I followed right along behind.

I woke in the night and realized that Alexis and I were in the same position as when we fell asleep. My hand was still resting on her pussy. She was doing something with my cock. I lifted the sheets and could see in the semi-darkness that she had both arms wrapped up over her chest. There was a tug on my cock again and I lowered the sheets further. Dee had pushed herself around on the bed and was gently sucking on my glans that was still poking ünye escort between Alexis’ thighs. She was licking the ‘spot’ on the underside of the base of my glans. My cock was growing harder as her gentle ministrations were having an effect. When the sheet lifted above her head she looked up at me. She pulled her lips back and grinned at me and then went back to work.

I couldn’t believe that what she was doing would pull an orgasm from me. When I moaned and pushed my hips at her, Dee pushed her lips onto the tip and received the first shot. From experience, she knew that she couldn’t usually handle my loads without swallowing and she used that experience now as she started swallowing on the first shot. I was trying to push my cock further into her mouth but it was impossible with Alexis’ body in between us. I groaned and groaned from the first shot to the last. Alexis stirred as I was groaning in her ear. She turned her head and kissed me but it was obvious she never really woke up. She was back asleep in moments. When my last rope of cum launched into Dee’s mouth she swirled it around with her tongue and pulled her lips away. She stuck her tongue in the ‘eye’ to collect the last of my jizz.

Dee crawled up and leaned across Alexis’ body and kissed me hard on the lips. She pushed her cum tasting tongue past my lips and swirled it around. She pulled back and grinned at me. I smiled and said, “Thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say. Dee turned around and fitted herself up into her original position spooning with Alexis. I fell almost instantly asleep again.

The early dawn light streamed through the uncovered windows and woke me. It was 6:08 AM. I pulled my soft cock from between Alexis’ thighs and rolled out of bed. Alexis didn’t even stir. I pulled on my gym shorts that I had laid out from my bag last night. I went to the kitchen and rummaged around in the closets till I found the coffee cups and the k-cup inserts for the Keurig machine on the counter.

I sat in the living room with my coffee and the quiet. It was too early for rush hour so there wasn’t even any traffic noises way down there on the street. The A/C fan came on to replace the quiet. I heard a noise at the front door and I went to look through the viewing hole. I could see a guy walking down the hall tossing what I presumed were newspapers against the doors. I opened Dee’s door and snatched up the Local City Newspaper. I carried it in to the living room and sat down with my coffee and newspaper. I spread the front page and scanned the headlines above the fold. Nothing much there was of interest to me. There was a section in this paper that reported local news for our town which was considered to be a suburb of the city. I flipped through the pages until I found that section and I pulled it out and laid the rest down on the sofa.

My heart stopped dead. Right there, in a large font, above the fold read, “Local Teens Win Big in Las Vegas”. Under the headline was a color photo of Alexis and me standing with my hand on her waist in the open door of a Limo. ‘Holy Fuck’ ran through my mind. I read the short article beside the photo. It provided our names and our town and the whole story of the slot machine win and the amount, along with the other benefits, including the suite at the Hotel. The interview ran through my brain. I didn’t remember telling the guy anything except our names. ‘STUPID, STUPID, STUPID’ was all I could think. I should have taken George’s advice.

Then the real reality rushed into my mind. We created this lie to get away without Alexis’ dad knowing and now it’s all over the local news section. ‘Jesus Christ, we are in trouble,’ I thought. I felt bad about deceiving my parents but they’re pretty cool. Alexis’ Dad was going to go ballistic. I understood that Alexis was over eighteen and there wasn’t all that much he could do to her. ‘Yeah right,’ I thought. To compound things he would know that Dee and Emma had been in on it. There was going to be hell to pay all around. I set the paper down on the sofa. I looked at the photo and smiled. It was a great picture of us. She looked even more beautiful in the photo which didn’t seem possible.

I finished my coffee and went back for seconds. I came back and read the article again reliving the interview. I definitely didn’t tell him where we were from. He apparently tracked us down with just our names. I relaxed and thought, ‘Okay. What’s the plan now?’ I had to assume that Alexis’ dad had already read the story. I was surprised the phone wasn’t ringing off the hook.

As if I possessed precognition, a phone rang two minutes later. I leapt from the couch and ran down the hall yelling, “Don’t answer it”. It was Dee’s cell phone and it was vibrating and ringing on her nightstand. Dee pushed herself up on her elbow and lifted the phone and looked at the screen. I ran into the room yelling, “Don’t answer it.”

Dee looked at me and said, “It’s Dad.” I was waving my arms at her warning her away. She had a very confused look on her face but she let it ring until it stopped. She looked from the screen to my face and said, “What’s wrong? That’s my dad.” Her phone rang again and she looked back to the screen. She showed me and it was her dad again. I frantically waved my arms again. She let it ring until it stopped.

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Once upon a time, a lawyer needed to travel deep into the heartland.

She had had some initial successes, but the Höll case had turned into a sprawling mess. The family’s countersuit had been filed in Sundown, seat of the county with the same name and two days by car from the nearest airport or train station.

The sun was already setting when she reached Crossing. Her red convertible had ably carried her through the stubbly corn fields and along the dusty roads, but she was running low on gas. She drove past the drab and squat buildings of the township, until she reached the gas station, equally small and equally sad.

The slack-jawed attendant wordlessly filled the tank and cleaned the wind-shield then hurried inside. She felt the cold wind on her skin and hurried in after him. ‘11.27’ said the mechanical readout atop the register. Inside her wallet she found a 10 $ note and a few coppery coins. She cleared her throat and forced a smile. “Would you take a check? Card?”

With a grunt the man pointed at the sign on the wall behind him:

‘No Col–

No Checks

No Cards’

She exhaled. “I see. Is there a bank? Or something?”

“Post Office. They’ve got a counter.” His teeth were crooked and yellow.

“I see.” She glanced at the small golden watch on her wrist. “I don’t suppose they are still open?”

“Naw.”

“Listen,” she lifted up the bill, “I’m only about a dollar short. And… .”

“So?”

“I figured I’d – I’d swing back and – nevermind.” She handed him her passport instead. “A lien, then.”

He grumbled and leafed through the papers. “Victoria von Auric.” For a heartbeat, she glimpsed her photo. She did no longer wear glasses. And her black hair had been shorter then. Even her make-up had looked off, unfinished, back then. He studied the picture for a long time.

“Naw. I don’t trust all that at all. How am I to tell if it’s fake or only foreign?”

“I assure you… .”

He closed the passport. “No. Gimme me your keys.”

“You can not be serious.” She put away documentation and wallet. “There really is no reason to behave like this.”

“Keys or I’ll call the sheriff.”

“Do.” She smiled cooly. “I feel like the proper authorities can only be of help.”

He laughed. “My brother-in-law won’t be in a good mood neither, though.”

“Fuck.” Her smile disappeared. She tried to read his face, but found no indication of trickery. He seemed dangerously self-satisfied instead. Mocking even. She turned around and walked away.

“Were do you think you’re going?” he hurried after her.

“Getting my luggage.” Her voice was even, but the scowl of her pale face betrayed her growing anger. She did not turn around.

From the open trunk she tore the large, brown suitcase and set it, swaying, down by her feet. She could see the attendant’s smile. He was close and he had seen her struggle with the weight. She grabbed her briefcase and slammed shut the lid.

“Here.” She threw him the keys.

They jingled as he caught them. “Wasn’t that hard after all – eh?” He stuffed them into his pocket. “Listen,” his smile did not seem inviting, “where’ll you go? It’s dark – ain’t it?”

Victoria hoped he would not notice her shudder. “Is there a motel in town? Preferably on that’d accept a check?” She did not quite manage levity.

“Naw. There’s Al’s up in Grayling. They’re open all night. Three miles that-a-way.” He pointed westwards along the road.

“Thanks.” She walked away.

A pothole stopped the clickety-clack of her heels. She almost lost a shoe to the mud and almost dropped her load. Then she noticed the footfalls.

The man had followed her. And he was moving closer. She dropped her baggage with a thud. He moved closer. The lock on her suitcase had sprung open. White blouses and black lace panties spilt forth. And the man inched closer still.

“What do you want?” she asked. Her voice loud and trembling.

He took another step. Then stopped. “Figured I’d offer some hospitality. A bed an’ a bite to eat.” He took another step. “And I can be gentle.”

“No.” She carried a pocketknife in her inside pocket. A practical choice for any traveller; for to plot self-defence would be paranoid. Or so she had told herself. With luck, she would be able to open it in time. “No,” she said, louder this time.

He took yet another step. Victoria stumbled backwards. He followed. Matched her step for step.

“Stop!” Her hand rested on the knife.

“Suit yourself.” He took a final step towards her then finally stopped. She could feel his breath on her face. “Suit yourself.” He turned and slowly walked away.

Only when his steps had died away, did she exhale. She peered into the darkness, half expecting him to return from nothing. But he was gone. She collected her clothes and, with a curse on her lips, walked the forlorn road.

Blue moonlight guided her through the amber shallows of grain, until she saw the light. A flickering halo rose from the ground, from under a block of concrete buried deep in the fertile soil. demre escort

Victoria left the road and crossed the field. She walked down the slippery stairs and stopped at the threshold of the steel door, only slightly ajar. Inside there was a fire and electrical light besides, enough for her to read the signs: ‘US GOVT’ ‘PROJECT G—‘ ‘DO NOT ENTER’.

She did enter. Driven by curiosity and, she admitted, hounded by fear, she entered. The heavy door closed behind her.

A single weak bulb dangled from the drab, grey ceiling. Its weak light mingled with the dancing orange from the concrete fireplace in the middle of the large, subterranean hall.

Few shelves lined the wall, most were empty or contained nothing but empty glass bottles. At the back, in the penumbra, she could see the stark outline of steel-frame beds.

The smell of food reached her nostrils. Three open cans were cooking on the sooty grating, tossed over the open fire. Her stomach gurgled. She dropped her burdens where she stood.

On the shelf closest to the firepit she saw, among condiments and other tableware, a clean-looking, stainless steel spoon. “Hello? Anybody?” She called out, but received no answer. She grabbed the spoon and called out again. No answer.

She crossed the room. Spoon in hand she hovered over the flames, then she called out for the third time. Silence.

All three cans seemed to contain beans, though those in the first had boiled down into a thick, brown mush. The ones in the second were hard and chewy and tasteless besides. The contents of the third were edible.

She plundered pepper and sauce from the rack. And then, standing close to the warming fire, wolfed down the whole can.

She bent down, sated and satisfied, to place the empty tin on the floor. There she spied, low on a distant rack, a small stack of magazines. She whistled, bored, but happy about her discovery.

Victoria again crossed the room. The murky glow made her strain her eyes as she squatted down beside the shelving and checked out the first.

An old hunting periodical with entirely too many technical specifications of rifles. She quickly pushed it aside.

The second showed on its yellowed cover a naked woman on her knees and surrounded by male genitalia. She picked up the third.

Inside politics, hidebound and favoured by some of the older partners; under normal circumstances she would not have bothered. And as she read the old issue, she found the arguments spurious on their face and rendered laughable by the judgement of time. She did not bother with another article.

Tension crept down her spine and a ball of anticipation had formed in the pit of her stomach. She looked around, half expecting to see the missing inhabitants appear from nothing, and, finding no one, picked up the filthy mag. Driven by queer curiosity, she leafed for the editorial or any other writing, but only found candid pictures on the crusty pages.

She glanced across the empty room. She glanced back at the lascivious images and again into the silent shadows. She swallowed and looked around once more. Anticipation had coloured her cheeks and she could not deny the rising heat.

The pictures, dirty and demeaning, of a platinum-blonde starlet taken roughly inside some rural rest-stop were uncomfortably close, yet tantalizingly alien. Her fingers were trembling as she pushed aside her panties.

Her movements along the edges of her sex were slow and careful; unlike the rough thrusts the blonde suffered from her jackbooted other. Breathing faster and faster, she feverishly flipped the stiff pages and her fingers snaked closer, deeper to her core. Her mouth formed to a quiet O and her own wetness invited her between the lower lips, so gently parted.

A sudden noise, maybe imaginary, almost sent her sprawling. Hurriedly, she threw aside the magazine and jumped upright. With her heart yet racing, she again crossed the room. On the shelving she found three bottles filled with clear liquid. The alcohol would calm her nerves.

“Anybody here?”, she called out with the first bottle already in hand. The room was silent. She removed the cork with trembling fingers and drank. The foul taste made her cringe. She sputtered and spit out the thick and sickly spirit.

Disgusted, she went for the second bottle. The weak drink was not enough to wash away the acidic aftertaste. Nevertheless, she emptied the whole bottle of watery wine. With some trepidation, she tried the third.

She did not quite taste bourbon. The booze was too acrylic with a clear paint-thinner aftertaste. She drank deeply and walked, bottle in hand, across the room.

Though she could not hear anyone or anything, she did not return to the magazines. She was giddy, yet growing tired, and the alcohol surely dulled her raging thoughts. And in the twilight beds were waiting for her. Another sip.

She stopped by the first bed. Stains covered the sheer pillow. Toothpaste or saliva, she hoped. Emboldened by drink and by the tips of her fingers, she moved derince escort aside the blanket. White splotches covered the once-striped mattress and clustered around the middle. Victoria quickly moved on.

The second bed lacked pillows completely. Only a thin rug covered the layers of cardboard stacked atop the creaky frame. She moved on to the third.

Victoria could smell starch and soap and under the clean, off-white blanket she found a clean, off-white sheets. With a contented sigh, she pushed the blanket against the wall and sat down on her makeshift divan. The mattress was hard, but not too hard, and each slow sip lulled her closer to sleep.

Yawning, she rose and stripped. Shoes and socks, then the navy-blue blazer. She placed it carefully at the foot end of the bed and then undid the top buttons of her blouse. Sudden shivers crept down her spine. She peered into the dark corners of the room and noticed nothing. Victoria frowned. The room was quiet, but she could not shake the feeling of being watched. Still dressed in blouse and skirt she wrapped herself in the blanket.

Laying on her side, she did not dare close her eyes. Shadows were playing by the fireside and against the ebb and flow of her heartbeat she could sense the outside. Cicadas sang and larger animals yet might move in the distance. A howl.

But the heavy door was closed. Shut and secure. She held her breath and listened. Even the pheadrean chorus was silent, impossible to hear through door and walls. Sleep came softly and dreams did not disturb her.

Then hands, like paws, ripped away the covers. She slowly opened her eyes then quickly bolted backwards. Three men had surrounded her.

The largest held her blanket, the others knives. With her back pressed against the wall and outnumbered, Victoria tried a smile. “Hi.”

They stood, unflinching, like statues or scare-crows, dressed in their ill-fitting jeans overalls. She could read no emotion on their cold, leathery faces. A drop of sweat ran from her forehead and dropped to her chest.

“I called,” she lowered her head, “I’m sorry. I was being nosy.” She touched the mattress. “And I have been entirely too bold. It’s just … ,” she looked up, but they offered no answer. “I’ve had a bad night and – again I was being presumptuous – but I could not resist. Also I’ve got some money in my purse,” she pointed at her discarded luggage, “and I’d be happy to offer recompense.” Receiving no answer still, she picked up her blazer and shoes. They followed her across the room in silence.

The large one had left the bedding behind and accepted the bill with a growl.

“Anyways,” she eyed the door, “I oughta leave. It’s been – it’s been grand.”

“Wait,” the giant said.

Victoria, still barefoot, inched toward the door.

“Wait,” he motioned and the others put away their blades.

She had almost reached the door.

“Wait,” he made no move to stop her. “My brothers and I – we didn’t mean to scare you.”

Her briefcase, perched precariously atop the suitcase, swayed and toppled. “Fuck.” She scrambled to retrieve it, yet they kept their distance. “Okay,” she exhaled. “Okay.”

Hidden beneath the metal flooring was a large storage room. From there her hosts carried canned peaches and clear liquor. They kindled the fire and placed four rusty folding chairs around it.

Victoria had claimed the chair closest to the door. They ate their beans and she sipped whisky and watched. They did seem peaceful. Lacking in table manners and poorly dressed. Hard muscled and armed with steel, but not hostile. Victoria allowed herself a smile.

“Pass me that bottle, will ya?”

The large one took a large swig, then passed it on. “So, where’ ya from?” He made a show of patting down his overall, until he found his pocket knife in the front pocket. Victoria’s heart was beating faster.

He chose the tin-opener and cut into the peach can. Her breathing calmed.

“New York. For the last two years. Before that,” she was interrupted when he handed her sugar water and fruit.

With honeyed lips she continued her tale. They were eager to hear about the city. About sky-scrappers and subway cars. About all-night dances and cocktail lunches. In fact, she rarely saw the inside of the courtroom and did not care for most of her colleagues, one way or the other. For her rapt audience, however, tedious paperwork turned to international intrigue and mutual disinterest became charged rivalry. Her outline of the Höll case had them at the edge of their seats.

Victoria glanced at her watch. Half past three. She had been lonely, she realized, since she had finished her studies. Since she had left her home behind. And him.

Three pairs of hazel-brown eyes still clung to her lips. She had tried to be courteous and she had tried to draw them in. Her questions had been gentle, inviting even. She had not been probing. Yet, only the large one had answered and only in short sentences.

He had reaffirmed that they were brothers. He was the middle one didim escort and she thought she could now identify the oldest by the scar over his right eye. Everything else was vague: They did not like the locals or maybe had never even met them. They had lived inside the bunker for a long time, maybe forever. Nothing more, even their names remained occult. She might have asked another question, but decided to tell one more tale about Mr. Howe instead.

When she checked her watch again, she had told two more and another half hour had passed. “It’s late,” she said. The brothers looked at each other. They spoke to each other in a language she did not understand. Low and rumbling roars, almost thunder.

“We’ve only got the three beds,” he said, “and Urs,” he pointed at the eldest, “doesn’t wanna give up his.” He saw her grin. “Yeah,” his cheeks turned red. “Mine’s – I was busy. Much to do. And we didn’t expect company,” he trailed off.

She squirmed against the cloth backrest. “I do not want to impose. And I expected to sleep upright anyway.”

“Nonsense.” His voice was forceful.

Victoria looked down. “Not to be presumptuous, but if we could share a bed I would not mind.” She had no reason to be embarrassed, but she felt relief when the elder brother, when Urs, gave her a small nod.

The chairs scrapped across the metal floor then the large one turned out the light. Urs removed his boots in firelight and took the spot closest to the wall. Victoria nestled herself under, but sleep escaped her.

First she unhooked her bra, then squirmed free off her skirt. Even then, at the edge of sleep, she chafed against his mass and his rough clothing.

“Do you?” she had gently touched his side and he stared at her, eyes glinting in the dark. “Isn’t this uncomfortable for you as well?”

He did not answer for the longest time; long enough for her to doubt whether he had understood her at all. “Naked,” he grumbled, finally. “No, “he paused as if in thought. “Naked,” he finished.

“I don’t mind,” she heard herself say. It had been a long night. She felt strangely safe and the air seemed charged with a puzzling expectation. A development waiting to be revealed. One she could almost, but not quite, sense.

“Not look. Close – not look.”

She closed her eyes and heard the rustling of fabric. Clothing on skin followed by him moving himself away, further still and hugging the wall. She kept her eyes shut. Strange pictures, called forth by proximity or scent, played and chased at the theatre of her mind and became dreams.

Of course she had turned towards him. Always was she drawn to warmth and always, even when alone, was she called to share the dream. Why he had turned towards her, she could not guess. And even in dreams, she knew; knew she was far away from their lover’s nest. And yet, when she felt the warmth of his breath, she moved closer. He had never been this muscular, but that seemed just fine to her.

“Freak!” He screamed and jumped away. “Freak!”

Victoria startled awake. He had grabbed the blanket, but her sore body resisted cold and noise. Realization came slowly.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. The cotton shirt covered his chest and arms, but she had not stopped there. “I didn’t,” she paused. She did. And she knew.

“Freak.”

“Come here.” Her voice was soft. “Sit.” She patted the spot beside her. He looked at her, then obeyed. “You’re not a freak,” she said and hoped that she had not judged the situation wrongly. He regarded her with tilted head. “And I am sorry,” she said and opened her arms.

He melted into her hug. All strength had left his massive form and she gently placed his head on her shoulder. Then the blanket began to slip. He jolted and covered himself, but she had already seen. Even in the twilight of the distant embers had she seen his diminutive erection.

“Freak,” he whispered. His cheeks were red and his voice was sad.

“Shh.” She too felt herself blush. Felt the heat. “It’s only human.” She was only to aware of her own human needs. “Do you,” she paused, “do you mind?” She placed her hand on the edge of the blanket.

He looked at her. Silent.

“Only human.” She moved lower. He gasped, but did not stop her. His body was warm and he moaned when she reached his cock.

“Freak,” he protested, but she silenced him with a kiss. With their tongues still commingled, she slid on his lap and ripped away the blanket.

“Here.” She clasped his hand into hers. His fingers were rough. Rough between hers and rough on her body. They gasped as they slid lower. He touched the inside of her thigh, but she pushed him further.

Their hands found her panties and her waiting sex. She felt her own wetness. Her need. She bucked against the fingers and pushed herself against his dick.

He gasped and bucked. She bit his lip. Moving faster and faster until his warmth spread between her legs. “Fuck.” She threw herself against his spasm, teased out all her need. “Fuck.”

“Loud,” he whispered, “brothers.”

“Fuck,” she whispered. His cum had stained her fingers. She must be burning. Mad. “Fuck. Do you think?” She could see the mischief in his eyes, she was sure. Her heart was racing and with her wild blood came wild ideas. Boys. Boys playing their boyish games. Dirty, boyish games. “Right?” she whispered. “You wouldn’t be jealous?”

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Zach seduces the guest wives on Valentine’s Day

WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including adultery and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don’t read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. Although this is a Valentine’s Day story get ready for a ‘Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride!’

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“Ooohhh Zach, your cock feels soooo good up my ass first thing in the morning,” my wife moaned as the warm water of the shower cascaded down her body. “Hurry up and fill my ass with that hot thick cum I love so much. I wanna have breakfast by the pool this morning and I don’t wanna drip your pints of cum all over the chaise,” she grunted as I ran my cock out and in deep.

“Well let me see if I can tighten up that old ass of yours,” I growled in her ear as I pinched her thick clit. She moaned and her body trembled and her hot juice sprayed my hand. Her ass-chute gripped my cock and pulsed over and over like it was sucking my dick. That pushed me over the top and I went balls deep up her ass and shot my morning load far up her ass. She fell back against me as off she went on a quick series of mini orgasms.

When I pulled out my wife’s ass a big anal ‘O’ winked at me as it slowly closed. She loves my fat eight inch cock riding anywhere in her hot MILF body. We washed up quickly after Shannon the oldest niece banged on our door and yelled, “Hay you horny old people get out of that shower and stop yelling. My guess is you won’t even get dressed today. Come down for breakfast.”

I was very smart in getting my business started and over the years it made us very wealthy. We lived in an average neighborhood but in a large estate at the end of a cul-de-sac. The seven bedroom manor house was set way back and had a long driveway after a gate. My sister-in-law Mary and three adult nieces were the first to enlarge the extended family, then my eldest son married and they live in the second wing I added after building an addition for Mary and my three nieces.

So on any given day I had six females, my wife Beth, SiL Mary, my three nieces, Shannon, twin sisters Bree and Marie and DiL Kate walking around in various states of undress sometimes vying for some of my special attention. Two baby boys graced our extended family, one with my sister-in-law Mary and one with my daughter-in-law Kate (she tricked me before taking off to Africa with my eldest son). My eldest son Jake was back to Africa on assignment so Kate spent a lot of time in the main wing.

After that ‘hot’ shower with my ‘hot’ wife she sat out by our pool naked to have her breakfast. I was sitting at a table beside her in the nude and was caught off guard when five naked females walked out to the pool with a coffee urn and baked goods. My wife asked where the babies were and two women said they were sleeping after being breastfed so we brought out the monitors. Kate walked her breast up to me and said there was some warm sweet milk left if I wanted some for my coffee and they all laughed at my expense.

My wife asked what we were gonna do for Valentine’s Day since it was on Saturday this year. The two twins yelled out, “a pool party,” and Mary said, “It might be nice to have some other adults around for once,” as the youngins snickered and we all laughed. We all kicked some ideas around until I said, “I got the perfect idea!”

“We will throw a Valentine’s Day Masquerade Party! We will invite some of our close friends but also some of our stuck up acquaintances.”

“Why would we want to add those people?” Beth asked.

“My thoughts are we send out individual invitations with individual instructions to each partner. The theme will be famous romantic partners but no spouse will be the other’s counterpart. I will arrange for several limos with plenty of champagne to get the eight women separately and other limos for their men partners. Then I’ll arrange with the costume company to dress eight women and eight men in specific characters, all with masks. The rule will be that you have to spend the party with your historic character partner. There will be plenty of booze and “enhanced” food and deserts then we will sit back and enjoy the show!”

Everyone loved the idea until I told my three nieces and daughter-in-law they will be dressed as harem girls. I told the four women the plan was to show a lot of skin, even naked boobs “by accident” to get the poor men all worked up. Beth and Mary would be matched to my character but they were free to tempt any of the men or women as they wanted.

Shannon the older niece said loud and firm, “I belong only to you Daddy Zach, and if my slutty sisters wanna get all wet over some old men cock then let them. I’m not gonna participate and that’s THAT!” I asked her if she would at least wear her sexy skimpy outfit for her Daddy. She pouted then smiled sweetly and came over and kissed me deeply. “Of course, Daddy Zach, anything for you, but if I get all horny merzifon escort myself you’re gonna have to make love to wife number three, ME!” With that all settled we made final plans for that Valentine’s Day “orgy” I mean party.

I contacted the costume company with plenty of time to get the fifteen specific costumes we wanted and said I would pay very well. All eight of the invitee couples belonged to the same club and gym and kept themselves in shape and the women were within a dress and breast size of each other so that made it even more difficult to identify their party partner. The invitations indicated they had to conform to the authentic period costume so underwear would match the period. I instructed the guys to disguise their voices as best they could throughout the night.

For our four intimate friend couples we chose Pocahontas and John Smith, Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra and Mark Antony and Paris and Helena. All of them were “well” acquainted with each other and would not object to switching partners for the night. Beth gave each of these four women the ‘heads up’ specific that they would experience a different ‘head’ if they were to find themselves in a dark corner and were willing.

For our four other couples we chose Scarlett O’Hara and Rhett Butler, Jane Eyre and Rochester, Guinevere and Lancelot and Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. None of the spouses were matching. We had found all these women to be snobs or unkind at one time or the other and they pussy whip their husbands. All female characters were chosen for their style of dresses which as I planned I’d hoped to flip up on their backs as I drove my big cock up where they never experienced before. I told the manager no hoops under those dresses and make sure the pantaloons had elastic waists.

Scarlett was a spoiled trophy wife of Fred an investment manager; Jane was the bookish lawyer who dominated her banker husband Mike. Guinevere used her power on the planning board to give us a hard time for our expansion plans on our estate and lastly Queen Victoria was the overtly prim and proper and judgmental wife of Charles an elder of the church we attended occasionally. We all were members of the private tennis and golf club we attended.

I would be Samson and my wife and sister-wife would be dressed as Delilah. I told them they were free to tease the hell out of Rhett, Rochester, Lancelot and Prince Albert as were my four harem girls. I know my Beth and could almost guarantee each of those husbands would find pleasure as the party progressed.

On the night of the party the limos picked up their assigned passengers and made sure the champagne was popped and free flowing. I arranged for the same at the costume house to get the women buzzed before they even got to the party. For the men we hired an escort for the limo ride to get them wound up and buzzed also. The limos then dropped off the costumed ladies then the men to our estate.

Champagne, wine and a spiked punch was readily available in the den and around the pool area. Not asking my twin nieces from whence it came they had made up horderves and deserts enhanced with some great weed. We warned our special friends about which ones were enhanced but not the unsuspecting others. It did not take long before the historically romantic couples began getting frisky with each other. Our swinging friends got things started as lips and masks were met in deep long kisses. Tight embraces led to breasts and cocks being felt up over or under the costumes.

The other four couples were slow on the uptake but the spirits and food soon had them with their guard down. No one in that group could be sure if they were kissing their spouse or if they knew who was groping their breast or firm ass. When I saw her alone in a dark corner of the yard I went after Queen Victoria. I had seen her kissing Prince Albert for quite some time before she broke off the contact and entered the dark portico in our back yard.

I came up behind her as she leaned against the portico railing and kissed her wet on the neck and licked up onto her ear and behind her lobe. I have found there to be a very erotic starting point. She moaned in spite of her self-righteousness and leaned her neck back. “Are you having fun my Queen on Valentine’s Day?” I whispered into her ear as my hands came around and cupped her breasts.

She moaned again as I massaged her breasts. She took in a deep breath when my one hand slid into her bodice and squeezed a bare tit. It fit my hand quite nicely and her nipple firmed into my palm so I tweaked it with my fingers. I ran my other hand down her dress and stopped to cup her crotch. She opened her thighs and I rubbed the fabric across what I hoped was her labia.

“I feel so unnerved, so not like myself. Are you my husband? I can’t let you continue if you are not!” she murmured unconvincingly as she massaged my crotch with her ass.

“Of course I am my mezitli escort darling Margret but I saw you kissing the Prince fellow like a common hussy. Seeing you doing that got me both angry and very excited. The devil has sway over me tonight. I want to do naughty things to you here in the dark and I want, no demand you submit to your husband,” I growled as I shimmied her dress up the back of her legs. She drew in a deep breath but did not try to stop me.

I pulled down her pantaloon to below her ass cheeks and gave her ass a firm grip and a quick smack. She moaned as I slowly slid my fingers down her ass crack and onto her very wet pussy lips. “Oh Charles, someone might see us. This is very naughty. You must stop,” she moaned but she spread her thighs even more to give me better access to her wet pussy lips.

“If you want me to stop why are your nether lips so wet? You have never been this wet before for me. Nor have you ever let my long fingers slide up into your womanhood to drown in your wetness. You have become my slut out here in the dark, my play toy, my naughty Maggie. My cock, yes I said my cock is so hard I want to take you bent over the railing. Now spread for me you slut!” I growled as I slapped her ass several times.

“Oh Charles spank me again I am so naughty! I’m such a bad girl. Daddy use to spank me so hard for being naughty until my hiney hurt and I’d cry. But I was so naughty when I felt something get hard on my tummy that I moved around on it. Daddy would huff and spank me even harder. Be my daddy Charles, and spank me so hard” she whimpered as she pushed her ass back and cradled her head in her arms on the railing.

The back of her dress was up high on her back and her ass shone wet in the tiki torch lights. “Count off your disciple naughty Maggie,” I growled as I slapped her ass. “One,” she moaned. “Two,” and she pushed her ass up higher. The patio music drowned out the subsequent eight more hard swats on her slightly plump ass cheeks. Her breathing was heavy as I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue across her pussy lips.

“Oh Charles that is so sinful, don’t lick me there like a common street whore,” she moaned. She was dripping hot juices out her naughty quim and down her thighs. She growled as my long tongue pushed her pussy lips apart and my fingers found her clit. I rolled that button between my finger and thumb and pulled on it hard several times.

Fingers from my other hand pushed up into her dripping wet pussy and found her g-spot. With fingers on her clit and the others against her g-spot I rubbed her to possibly her first orgasm as her legs shook and she yelled into her arms and pussy honey shot out over my fingers. “Oh Charles what are you doing to me, what, what is that feeling? My tummy is all butterflies. Oh Charles, oh Charles!” While she shook through that orgasm I slid a wet finger across her backdoor and it gave way. I pushed a finger deeply up her ass and she shook wildly and pushed her ass back towards my finger. Her pussy gripped my fingers over and over as she moaned and leaked pussy juices as she came again.

Before she could recover I stood and pushed my groin wrap aside and took my dickhead to the lips of her pussy. My fat dickhead and about an inch of my dick pushed into her opening which clamped down on my cock and pulsed. Maggie moaned deeply and gushed hot juices on my invading cock. I let her ride out another orgasm then pushed another two inches into her very tight cunt. She moaned and pushed back and took all of my other four inches.

My fat eight inch cock was deep down her cunt pushing out her pussy walls as it went. It was so tight around my fat cock that I knew Charles wasn’t as big. When my dickhead reached bottom rubbing her door to her womb she orgasmed again soaking my cock in her hot fluids. Not giving her time to object I started riding her pussy for my own pleasure. I slid out to my dickhead then drove my heavy balls against her ass. She moaned both when my cock left her pussy and again when I filled it again. Her ass was pounding my cock as I went deep.

“Oh my god Charles you feel so large. My poor coochie hurts so good from your penis,” she moaned. “Say cock! Say fat thick cock you dirty slut. Say you want your husband’s fat long cock up your dirty cunt!” I growled and slapped her ass several times.

“Charles, I want your fat long cock up my dirty cunt and I want to feel your hot cum drowning my womb. You are my Abraham and I am your Sara so shoot your baby filled cum against my womb and breed me. Make me your dirty village slut and own my cunt for your play toy. Fuck me Charles, fuck me good and give me your baby,” Margret moaned loudly and pushed her ass back to take all my cock.

I started pounding my cock deep into her cunt listening to her pussy squelching and moaning and cursing under her breath. Without warning I pushed two fingers against her anus and when it gave way I slid them deep midyat escort into her ass. “Oh you fucker! You dirty fucker punishing my ass. It feels so sinful but so good with your cock deep in my pussy. Give me your cum! Give me all of your hot cum against my womb so it can find my lonely egg. All the women in church have babies and I have been barren all these years. Breed me tonight Charles. Breed your slut. Fuck me, fuck me deep!”

Her ass pulsed hard on my fingers and her cunt milked my cock as I came hard and deep. Since it was my first cum of the night six, seven, eight thick globs of cum shot up my dick shaft and out my dickhead. As Margaret felt my cock pulse she squeezed her pussy walls milking my cum against her womb. I kept my cock base pinned to the door of her pussy so no cum escaped. I pushed my fat dickhead against her womb shooting the last of my hot cum into it. Those internal lips kissed my dickhead seeking all my baby batter.

I slowly slid out her pussy and pulled her pantaloons back up over her ass. I gave that ass several more hard swats. “You’re such a slut Maggie! I should send you back to your pastor daddy and tell him how sinful you’ve become. It’s either than or your now my slut and will give me your cunt, or ass or your mouth anytime I have this new urge to cum in your hot and wet places. Well Maggie what’s it gonna be?” I growled as I slapped her ass hard. “I’m your slut now and until death do we part, Charles,” she moaned. I slapped her ass again then walked quietly backwards and left her leaning against the railing breathing heavily.

I found my wife Beth and told her one down and three to go. She told me she just sucked off Charles in the master bathroom and he talked so dirty to me. “He called me a slut and a common whore but he still slammed his nice cock deep down my throat. I loved it but my jaw hurts a little,” she laughed. We both laughed and kissed deeply. She must have brushed her teeth before returning to the party but I would not have minded either way. I found my four harem girls setting up treats in the kitchen and gave them each a deep long kiss, hard squeeze on their ass and a quick swat. They squeaked and rubbed their floppy tits against me and ran their hand under my waist rap to get me back.

Shannon, my eldest niece told me all indignant that the men and some of the women had done some very fresh things to her ass and boobies and even her coochie as she was serving food and drinks. The twins said the same had happened to them but they started giggling saying they almost pulled two guys into the pool house. Shannon called her sisters a pair of sluts and they both raspberried her and laughed hard.

I asked Kate how she was and if she missed my son Jake. She pushed her mommy milk filled breasts against my chest then leaned in a kissed me long and deep. “Not a lot daddy Zach. Everyone treats me so great and the twins are incorrigible sneaking into my room at night and forcing themselves on me and drinking Kurt’s milk,” she said winking. “YOU LIE Kate! You’re lying!” the twins yelled and Kate laughed then gave my cock a squeeze and spun out of my grip.

Laughing I walked into the master bathroom to wash off my cock and balls. I went into my room and found Jane Eyre sleeping off her indulgence. She must have been a bit disoriented because she had her head and torso across the bed sideways with her ass hanging over the edge of the bed and her now bare feet on the floor. I thought this was too good an opportunity to set things right for her pussy whipping her husband in public.

I moved slowly up on the bed and sat cowboy on Lauren’s lower back facing her ass. I slid her period dress up her legs until her pantaloons were uncovered. I pushed her whities down off her ass until they met her thighs. I rubbed my hand across her ass and down her crack. Lauren (Jane Eyre) started to moan softly. I pushed her thighs more open and dipped my fingers lower between her pussy lips and stroked there until warm wetness coated my fingers. I moved them upwards and circled her anus. Lauren moaned deeper and pushed her ass up towards my fingers. “Make me cum Alice, make me cum my pet,” she moaned and I thought, “Very interesting,” since I knew her law intern as named Alice.

I ran two fingers through her pussy lips again and found her clit and began massaging it. Lauren hissed and shuffled her hips as I gripped her love knot and pulled it out from its hood. I stayed on her clit until she groaned and sprayed my fingers. While she was still shivering I pushed two wet fingers through her twitching anal ring and sunk them deep into her ass. She tried to buck me off but I was stronger than her.

I slapped her ass so hard there was a ‘crack’ in the air. “Sit still BITCH! I’m done with you running all over me and it’s time for payback!” I growled and gave her six quick hard ass swats.

“John get off me, get off me now or you’ll get it!” Lauren tried to bluff her way out.

I just started slapping her ass over and over until both cheeks turned deep red while keeping my other fingers bent down deep into her ass. As she sobbed loudly I took other fingers and ran them up her wet dripping pussy and finger fucked her in both her cunt and ass until she came strongly once again.

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“You’re sure,” Mary asked Pidge, “you don’t mind if I don’t kiss you?”

Pidge shook her head no. “It’s Ben’s present. We’re both here for him. The point is that he has a good time.”

“Oh,” said Mary. “What if he wants us to–you know?”

Pidge smiled. “You politely avoid the issue by sucking his cock.”

Mary laughed. “Brent and I did it with Simon once but they were more interested in each other than in me.”

“Ben’s different.” Pidge said, tucking a lock of purple hair behind her ear as she checked the clock in the kitchen. It was 11:55. Ben was supposed to arrive at noon, but the bus from campus was notoriously unreliable. Pidge poured Mary another champagne-and-orange-juice to calm her down.

“He looks cute.” Mary shifted on the stool. “What about after?”

“After?”

“A threesome with another woman? It changes stuff. The relationship.” She took a sip of her drink. “You’re dumping him, right?”

Pidge sighed. “Yes.” It was 11:58.

“Will you quit looking at the clock already? You’re making me nervous. If he’s so great, why are you dumping him?”

Because, thought Pidge. Because you’re his age and I’m not. Because his enthusiasm will drive me mad. Because I’ve had fun teaching him about sex, but now he expects every day to be exotic, erotic, and marvelous. Because I don’t want to invest the time to remake his image of me, she thought, and hated herself for it. Because I close my eyes when I come, which means it’s still a private thing, not to be shared with him. “Because it’s time to be alone for a while,” she told her friend, knowing that was an acceptable answer.

“Oh,” said Mary. She sipped again from her champagne glass. Pidge knew she would be fine once Ben arrived. Pidge knew that Ben would treat her well. And that was another because: because Ben held no more surprises for her. She knew what to expect from him, and from Mary. She knew they would be fine together.

There was a knock at the door. It was exactly noon. Pidge touched her hair again — it had been purple only for a week — and opened the door.

Ben stood there, neatly dressed in a sport shirt and gray slacks. His brown hair was still damp from showering. Pidge noticed he had an erection; already, she thought, and smiled. This would be fun.

Ben looked disappointed when he saw Pidge was not alone. Pidge almost laughed but smothered it because a young man’s ego is a fragile thing. His erection was wilting. She stepped aside to let him into her tiny apartment and then said, “Ben, Mary. Mary, Ben. Champagne and orange juice, Ben?” Ben followed her through the kitchen into the bed-sitting-room.

“Uh,” said Ben, and then, “Yes, please,” and then, finally, clumsily, “It’s, uh, nice to meet you, Mary.”

Mary lifted her eyebrows and looked at Pidge.

“Are you disappointed to see me, Ben?” asked Mary. Her voice had dropped half a register and become husky. She stared at him over her champagne glass until he blushed and looked away. Her eyes were dark with gold flecks. She changed position on the stool to emphasize her large breasts.

“Close your mouth, dear,” said Pidge as she poured his drink. “Flies will get in.” Ben shut his mouth.

“I don’t mean disappointed to see me specifically, of course,” said Mary. “You don’t even know me. You would have been disappointed to see anybody, right, Ben?”

“No,” he said. “No, I just– I just–” He took the glass from Pidge. “Is this mine?”

Mary sighed heavily. “You wanted to be alone with our Pidge,” she said sadly.

“No,” Ben protested lamely, trying to smile. “I just wasn’t expecting… Look, I can come back later–” He took a deep draught from his glass.

“You’re squandering it,” said Pidge. “Drink it slowly.” She sat on the edge of the bed to watch. Ben was trying, but Mary had blindsided him and he wasn’t getting a chance to recover. While his attention was focused on Mary, Pidge permitted herself a tiny smile, ready to lose it if Ben looked her way. As she watched, she twisted her finger in the ribbon that tied her blouse.

“No, no, I understand. You wanted to be alone with Pidge, probably for some immoral purpose–“

“No, no–” Ben protested.

“Well, what’s wrong with you?” Mary demanded. “I’d do immoral things with Pidge. She’s quite attractive, if you like them tall and thin.” She frowned as though she’d thought of something shocking. “You’re not a breast man, are you?”

Ben stopped suddenly. “What?”

“Oh, Pidge, don’t tell me you were trying to convert another big boob man. You’re supposed to call me for those.” She said to Ben, “I’m her stunt tits.”

The women waited and there was a moment of silence tepebaşı escort before Ben laughed heartily. Pidge let herself laugh too, and Mary grinned.

“Happy birthday, Ben,” said Pidge, and they toasted him.

“Thank you. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen for a moment, there.”

“Neither was I,” said Mary. “Pidge assured me you’d be a gentleman, though.” She giggled. “‘I could come back later, though–‘”

“I had faith in you, Ben.” Pidge leaned against one of the big silk cushions on the bed. “Turn over the coffee table.” The coffee table was a huge overturned enamel washtub she’d painted and stenciled, and which usually hid her dirty laundry.

“Ah,” said Ben. “My present is to sniff your used underwear.” He smiled. Pidge loved to see him smile. “I’m game.”

“If she’s not gamey,” said Mary.

“Even if,” said Ben.

Mary said to Pidge, “Oooh, he is chivalrous.”

When he turned over the washtub, half a dozen helium-inflated condoms floated to the ceiling, trailing crepe streamers. “Now we have a party atmosphere,” said Pidge. She smoothed the skirt around her legs and leaned on one elbow to look at him. “It’s time for you to unwrap your present.”

Ben looked at her and then at Mary, and then back at Pidge. Delicately he said, “I’m not sure where to begin.”

Pidge tugged at the bow on her blouse. “With the ribbon, of course.”

Ben sat in the crook between her thighs and her body, and touched the ribbon. Instead of pulling it, he gently kissed her mouth. They kissed again, with increasing hunger. On the next kiss, her tongue touched his and she pulled away. “Go on,” she said. He pulled on the ribbon. Her blouse fell open, exposing her small breasts. Ben gave each nipple a careful, damp kiss.

From beside him, Mary cleared her throat. When Ben looked up, her blouse was already off. Her large breasts were remarkably firm: Pidge thought of them as magazine breasts. Mary said, “Union rules. That’s to be done to the stunt tits.”

“All right,” said Ben, “but we may need several takes.” Pidge leaned back to watch. Evaporation made her nipples cool and erect. The sun through the sheer curtains was warmed her feet.

“All takes and no give,” said Mary to Pidge, “that’s the problem with these men,” but there was no anger in it.

Ben settled Mary on the stool beside the bed so he could reach both women. “Now,” he said, “I believe it went like this.” He kissed each of Mary’s fat brown nipples.

“No,” said Mary. “You took hers farther into your mouth.”

“Like this?”

“Mmmm. And I think I saw you bite them. Gently!” She closed her eyes as his teeth scraped across the surface of each nipple.

Pidge stroked her own swollen nipples as she watched Ben alternate between Mary’s breasts. Mary’s shoulders sagged as she finally relaxed. Ben’s slacks looked tourniquet-tight across the ridge of his erection. Pidge could feel the heat of his body through her skirt, against her thighs and crotch. Her pussy was already heavy, full and prickly-aware.

After a few minutes, she gently stroked the nape of his neck. He pulled away from Mary and glanced sheepishly at her as if to apologize. “Shh,” Pidge told him. “Nothing to be sorry for. It’s your birthday.” He leaned forward and gave her a full-throated kiss, his lips warm, soft and slippery.

Mary reached around him and unbuttoned his shirt. When his back was bare, she scratched her fingernails along his spine. He broke the kiss and arched his back, rubbing his head against Mary’s shoulder like a cat. Ben was always eager to be touched, anywhere.

“Excuse me,” said Pidge. “I believe you were busy.” She squeezed her breasts once to emphasize them.

“Sorry,” said Ben, grinning. He returned to her breasts, licking and sucking them as she had taught him. Her breasts were hard with passion and each flick of his tongue and each press of his fingers increased the heavy pressure in her pussy. She knew — and he knew — that she could come from this alone, a quick bright orgasm that would bring some relief but end nothing. Behind him, she saw Mary smiling, cupping her own breasts, and then Pidge closed her eyes as she came like the spasm of a copper spring released in the sunlight.

When she opened her eyes again, Ben was kneeling before Mary, holding her wrap-around skirt as Mary turned slowly, unveiling herself. It wasn’t fair, thought Pidge, that Mary’s breasts didn’t sag at all, or that her legs were sculpted by years of swim meets. And though she knew that Mary might have been designed from Ben’s adolescent fantasies, his obvious lust for her didn’t seem fair, either.

Now torbalı escort Mary’s bare hip was visible, now her muscular buttocks and the dimples flanking the base of her spine, now her other hip and smooth thigh, and finally the tightly-trimmed bar of brown pubic hair above her fleshy vulva. Ben dropped the skirt and slid his palms up the outsides of her legs, ankles to hips, his thumbs resting on the ridges of her hipbones. He kissed those ridges and then stood up, his hands still on her hips. Mary stood only as tall as his eyes. Pidge was taller.

“Excuse me,” he said, “but there are some things I like to know about a woman before I go too far.” With a pang, Pidge remembered him once saying something similar to her. It had been dark, and she’d ordered him into bed, this bed–

Mary looked up at him, her eyes half-closed. “Such as?”

Ben kissed her, and Pidge remembered that, too. That kiss had been a seduction by itself; it moved from delicious flirtation and promise to arousal and intimate knowledge. She watched Mary wrap her arms around Ben…and then Mary melted against him, thighs hips breasts and lips. Her nails raised red tracks as her hands slid loosely down his back until they reached his slacks.

Ben stepped back and Mary sighed gustily. She looked over at Pidge and nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Okay.”

Pidge said mildly, “Ben, I think she’ll need a moment to recover.” Then she grinned. “I’d like to help you with your fashion problem.”

Ben looked down and laughed. His gray slacks showed two damp stains, one small one at the end of his cock and a larger one on his thighs where Mary had pressed against him.

He crossed in front of Pidge. She leaned forward and touched her tongue-tip to the larger stain. “I like the way she tastes, Ben.”

Ben gently stroked her cheek. “Let me taste.” He bent to kiss her; as they kissed, she unfastened his slacks.

“Umm,” he said. “Very nice. Goes well with the taste of you, too–” Mary tugged down his slacks and underpants; there was the sound of his stiff cock slapping against his belly, he grabbed Pidge for support but she wasn’t expecting it, and he fell forward onto her as she rolled backward.

“Oh my god,” said Mary. “You okay?”

“I think so,” said Pidge.

Ben laughed into Pidge’s hip. “Oh, the elegance!” he said as he rolled over. He kicked his legs once; his legs were tangled in his slacks. His shoe heels thumped on the floor. Pidge smiled. Mary grinned sheepishly.

Ben took his erect cock in one hand and waggled it at them. “I hope it’s not broken.” He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks and slacks. “I’m sorry, this is such a lovely gift, you’re both lovely,” Ben told them. “I want desperately to fuck you both, and to be worthy of your loveliness.” He shook his head. “But I don’t think I can be dainty about this.”

Pidge said, “You talk too much.” She pulled her skirt up about her waist and straddled his head.

“Yum,” he managed to say before she had adjusted herself over his mouth. Then he began to lick her, teasing her anus, sliding his tongue over the sensitive skin, then poking his tongue into her cunt. His nose brushed against her damp labia, tickling her.

Mary whispered into Pidge’s ear, “I like him.”

“Good,” said Pidge softly. Ben was gently stroking the length of her lips as he licked her. “Oh, good,” she said again, more loudly. She began to relax, to let the orgasm build, fluttering, in her belly.

Beneath her, Ben grunted once in surprise and his tongue stopped. Mary had taken his cockhead in her mouth. Pidge felt a momentary twinge of something — irritation? anger? — that Ben had been interrupted, but he kept on, now with one finger gently in her ass and his tongue flicking her clit. She began to roll her hips against Ben, encouraging him, timing it as if pumping a swing, building the orgasm. Mary’s head bobbed on Ben’s cock. It would be a shame, Pidge thought, if Ben came so soon, oh– She closed her eyes again, feeling it grow–

The bed shifted slightly and the rhythm changed slightly and her orgasm slipped away. Behind her, Mary was humming something. It was almost a tune, almost recognizable and finally in irritation Pidge had to abandon her orgasm to listen and watch, kneeling stock-still over Ben with her legs knotted beneath her.

Ben had stopped licking her, too; he had moved his hands near Mary’s head, as though wanting to guide her but afraid she would stop. Mary held nearly all of Ben’s cock in her mouth, and Pidge was vaguely envious that she could deep-throat it at that angle, for that long. Mary took the last inch of his cock into toroslar escort her throat, still humming.

The shaft of Ben’s cock shone as Mary pulled her head up. “–hmmmhmmmHMMMMhmmmhmmmhmmm–” She finally dropped it from her mouth to sing “–happy birthday to youuuuu!” Mary brushed at the string of saliva that connected her to Ben’s cock and grinned up at Pidge. Beneath Pidge, Ben laughed, gusting air on Pidge’s pussy, and Pidge suddenly remembered why they were there, and felt ashamed of her irritation.

Pidge grinned back and said, “You know you can’t sing.”

Ben poked Pidge’s ass with his tongue and then said, “She didn’t need to be on tune for that.” He clutched her thighs and sucked her clit hard, scraping the sensitive nub across his teeth. It was as sudden and unexpected as lightning, and she came with her eyes wide open, staring at Mary’s breasts. When she could move again, Pidge rolled off Ben, feeling shy, vulnerable, exposed. She hugged a pillow to her chest.

Beside her, Mary stroked Ben’s cock; it twitched at every touch, like a nervous horse. She looked at Pidge and said softly, “May I?” Ben groaned. Pidge nodded, still unable to speak. Mary lifted her hips and plunged down, greedily stuffing her cunt with Ben’s cock.

Pidge watched as Mary enthusiastically fucked him, her breasts bouncing. Mary grunted with every thrust; her grunts came closer, and the bed, Pidge’s bed, bounced faster until Mary moaned, and then Ben groaned himself and said, “Stop — unless you want to end this right here.”

Mary stopped moving. Her belly muscles twitched with unspent energies. “Um. No,” said Mary hoarsely.

Raw and naked, Pidge lay silently for a moment, looking at them. She had never come like that before. She had not planned for this. Both Mary and Ben were stretched tight, waiting. Waiting for orgasm. Waiting for Pidge to do something.

Then she made a cheerful voice and said, “Ben, you can’t leave her like this.” She laid one hand on the small of Mary’s back to brace her and reached around. She found the base of Ben’s cock and followed it until she had a finger on Mary’s clit, meaty and slick. She stroked it lightly, and that was all Mary needed. Mary threw her head back and shuddered as she came.

Ben moaned again. Pidge reached down between Mary’s legs and squeezed the base of his cock. “Not yet,” she said brightly. “I want some, too.”

“Too late,” he said.

“Too late?” she asked, surprised.

“Uh-huh,” said Ben. “Too late.” He grinned. “But I’m young. I’ll get over it.”

Mary leaned over and kissed Pidge on the mouth. “Thank you.” Pidge could smell Ben on her.

“Whoops,” said Ben as his softening cock fell from Mary.

“Let me clean that,” Pidge said. She took his soft cock in her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. His come was sharp on the back of her throat. He tasted of Mary now.

She made a loud slurping noise, and Mary laughed. Ben was watching her thoughtfully. He cleared his throat and said, “Is anyone up for Chinese?”

“I love Chinese,” said Mary.

Ben grinned at her. “I thought you might. Pidge?”

“Nah,” said Pidge. “I just ate.” Mary laughed.

“Funny girl,” Ben said.

“I have to go to the toilet first,” said Mary as she got up. “Ooh, I’m all rubbery. I just don’t want to drip come all over my patent leather shoes again.”

“Again?” Ben asked.

“Yes, again,” she called from the bathroom.

Once the bathroom door was closed, Ben said to Pidge, “So this is the end, is it?”

She sagged. “How long have you known?”

He smiled sadly. “When we all got naked. I’ve felt it coming on since you coloured your hair.” He traced a finger along her ribs. Goosebumps followed in the path. She shivered. “You remember that night we talked until four and then you finally told me to get into bed?” She nodded — the first time they made love. “One of the things you said was that when you needed a change, you started from the outside in: hair, makeup, clothes.” He inhaled to say something else, then sighed heavily.

“If you knew, why didn’t you do something about it?” she asked.

“Do what?” he asked reasonably. “It takes two people to stay together. Otherwise one is just following.”

“But,” she began and then stopped. If he had tried something, anything– but maybe it wasn’t in him. Or maybe it wasn’t time for him.

“It must be difficult for you,” Ben was saying.

“What?”

“Reading people so well. Knowing what they’re going to do, how they’re going to react. You’ve surprised me through all of this, pleasantly, constantly. I’d hate to think I didn’t give some of that back to you.”

Despite herself, she felt tears welling up. “Sometimes,” she told him, “I don’t know anybody at all.”

He hugged her tight. “Shhh. You’ll be okay.” His skin was hot and damp against hers.

“I know,” Pidge said, “I will,” as they rocked together on the bed.

She knew herself that well, at least.

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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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