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This is the first time she has been in the house during poker night, and has strict instructions not to come down once the play has commenced. She has even parked her car in a lay-by around the corner from the house so as not to alert the guests to her presence — so strictly adhered-to is the no-girls rule.

She hears them all arrive, and downstairs the customary banter begins. Pretty soon they are all sat at the table and playing away, beers being drunk at the usual pace.

Having finished the second of her large glasses of wine, she decides to venture down for a refill. Throwing on one of his shirts, she opens the bedroom door as quietly as she can, and starts down the stairs.

They are mid-game. One player is already out, and the dealer is just ready to start the next deal when she appears coming down the stairs. Only the one at the end of the table with his back to the stairs does not immediately look up, and he soon turns round.

She is wearing a pink man’s shirt. It is several sizes too big for her, and she has created a plunging neckline by leaving the top 3 buttons undone. With the length of the shirt-tails covering down to the tops of her thighs, it is not clear what she may or may not be wearing underneath…

“Evening,” she says confidently. The confidence is largely due to the wine, and she does not wait for the mumbled answers from all around the table, but breezes through to the kitchen.

“Jesus, mate. You didn’t tell us she was here,” remarks one.

“You so would,” remarks another, much quieter than the first. This leads the table to look to her partner for a reaction — a wide smile is the reaction they get. Seeing this, the mood becomes more brazen, and a third remarks: “I wonder what she’s got on underneath that shirt…”

“A big pair of pants!” The laughter that follows is partly due to the remark, and partly due to the fact that she has now returned to the lounge and has evidently heard the remark for herself.

“I bet you she hasn’t,” comes a reply amongst the laughter.

“How much?” Asks her partner, in a slightly more serious tone.

“A thousand chips,” comes a reply from one of the others. This incites another round of laughter, although a little more restrained this time.

“It’s a deal,” says the partner, which promptly brings the laughter to a halt. “Babe — take off that shirt.” If it was quiet before, it is silent now. She feels her face flush even brighter red than the wine had already made it, and without stopping to think, she unbuttons the shirt with one hand while still holding the wine glass in the other.

At first, very little is revealed as the two halves of the shirt front sit neatly over her breasts. When she undoes the last button though, the two sides fall apart and it takes a few seconds for both her and the silent crowd to realise what this means. Her neat triangle of pubic hair is revealed to all — a pin drop could be sorgun escort heard in the room full of beer-fuelled men.

Seeing the lustful gazes of the staring men, her self-consciousness starts to burn though the general wine-haze, but before she can turn and dash up the stairs, her partner breaks the stunned silence.

“Take it off, please.” How dare he order her like that? She cannot fight her feelings though. Despite her outrage at being paraded in front of his friends, the electricity of arousal is also burning through the wine-haze. She slips the shirt off her shoulders and stands before them.

Six pairs of eyes roam up and down her body, and she can feel the collective arousal in the air as she stands with the shirt around her feet.

“Oh well. Looks like I owe you a thousand chips then”. With that, she turns and walks back up the stairs, knowing that the six pairs of eyes are still relentlessly trained on her nakedness until she finally disappears into the darkness.

Oh my God — what did I just do? The thought hits her as she closes the bedroom door behind her and downs about half of the newly-filled glass of wine in one attempt.

The atmosphere downstairs has changed, and it soon becomes clear that the six of them will not be satisfied with just looking…

–

The players look at each other then towards her partner who’s seated at the end of the table, they smile as if nothing has happened, each of them feeling a large tightening in their jeans.

As the play continues downstairs she sits on the edge of her partner’s bed, a mixture of excitement and fear running through her head — would they come up for more or just respect that she’s already taken..?

She lies back on his bed in a happy drunken daze as she hears footsteps on the stairs — she sits up, unsure of how much time has passed — the play has suddenly gone quiet downstairs. With each step on the stairs he heart is pounding and she can feel herself get hot.

“Hello…?” She sneaks a cheeky smile to herself

“Yes?”

The door slowly opens to reveal one of the players carrying a beer in one of his hands, he stars at her thighs and she can feel herself get wet under his gaze. He walks up to her and takes off the belt from his jeans, tying her hands behind her back with it, “This is too good to resist,” he whispers.

He slips his jeans down and she can see that she’s had more of an effect on him than she innocently thought downstairs; meanwhile the other players can’t stand the wait much longer and decide to join him in the bedroom…

–

If her hands being tied behind her back heightened her arousal, a blindfold being tied over her face tipped her over the edge. It meant that just as she heard the footsteps on the landing, the room went black. She could only hear the door being pushed open, but the number of voices revealed that the party had all süleymanpaşa escort abandoned the cards and moved upstairs.

She knelt in the centre of the large bed, completely naked, her hands tied by a belt behind her back, her eyes covered with a blindfold. For what seemed like an eternity, nothing more happened — the onlookers just drank in the sight of her helpless body.

She heard movement, but before she could make out what was happening she felt hands pulling her down on to the bed. They were rougher than she expected, which added both excitement and nervousness to her desperate lust.

Separate sets of hands held her arms and legs apart as she lay back spread-eagled on the bed. Her thighs were held firmly and pulled wide apart to completely reveal her to the watching eyes. The pain this caused has outweighed by the dripping arousal which had overtaken her.

The hands holding down her arms are replaced by painful knees as her captors move on to the bed. She hears various sounds of buckles, buttons and zips being undone as they ready themselves to use her body.

–

A sudden sting on her backside as one of them slaps her hard makes her cry out in pain, however they just snigger and carry on.

She feels something large and hard come closer towards her face and before she realises what has happened she has taken one of their huge throbbing cocks in her mouth, running her tongue over its shaft and towards the base she can hear the guy moaning in ecstasy, sucking it harder and faster another one mounts her from behind and starts to play with her ass which gets her even hotter,

“Fuck me, fuck my ass please” – she cries between sucks. Just as she says this one of the men comes closer to her and whispers in her ear, “You’ll just have to wait; we want to hurt you for being such a naughty girl and interrupting our game!”

–

She feels are sharp pain as one of her nipples is roughly pinched. Her sharp intake of breath quickly turns into a squeal as another sharp slap hits her buttock. Before she gets the chance to voice her complaint, the solid cock is pushed down into her throat and she has to fight back the urge to retch as it fucks her mouth with no care for her gagging.

The pinching and pulling of nipples is now coming at her from both sides, and the harsh slaps on her arse are coming with tear-stinging regularity. They stop briefly, but before she can enjoy any relief, they return even more stinging as one of the card-players has realised the leather belt lay unused on the bed.

Despite her pain, she is dripping wet with the urge to be fucked and abused. She is just a sex object now, she no longer cares whose cock is entering her in whichever orifice, such is her lust.

The cock is quickly pulled from her mouth but before she can use the breathing space to beg to be fucked, another is forced in from the other side. talas escort Her head is jerked from side to side by a tight hand gripping her hair. She sucks one off and then the other in turn for a few seconds each. Soon she feels the early twitches of both approaching orgasm, and begins to wonder which will be first.

Her legs are lifted up to openly reveal her ass, and without ceremony at least two of them spit on her to join the ample juices that have run down to provide lubrication. It will not be enough to fully lubricate her, but so desperate is she to feel a man inside her, she does not care.

–

All of a sudden and without warning, one of the men rams his cock into her ass, she feels so tight and hot that he feels instant relief to be able to push his aching cock into one of her holes, he just wants to fuck this little bitch and won’t take no for an answer.

She sequels out in pain as he rams harder and harder inside her, eventually the pain turns to pleasure and she’s begging him to fuck her harder. One of the men slips underneath her and starts to touch her stomach and runs his fingers down her back.

She feels overwhelmed by so many men and reaches out only to feel the other guys stood over the carnage, wanking off at the violent scene in front of them. Before she can think again she feels something spurt onto her face and hears one of the men moan with pleasure, she simply smiles, licks it off her lips and lets them carry on.

–

Somehow, she is twisted on her side and while her ass and mouth are pounded with cock, her dripping cunt is effortlessly entered and the three-way rhythmic fucking begins.

They pound in and out of her, the cock sliding out of her ass as the cock in her pussy is pushed in. Her moan becomes a low pitched gurgling sound as another cock is stuffed into her mouth. She is vaguely aware of another of them spraying her tits with come, but she can only real feel the building orgasm which centres around her lower body.

The relentless pumping is bringing her towards and almighty climax, and another throat-full of come takes her over the edge. Her juddering, seemingly endless orgasm is punctuated by the emptying of one of them into her ass, then almost immediately by the other in her cunt. As she starts to regain sensation in the rest of her body, she can feel more come running down the side of her cheek and in her hair — she has no idea when or where it came from, so caught up was she in the mind-blowing fucking she had just taken.

–

When the beatings finally finish, they roll her onto her back and leave her: hands bound and blind folded at the bottom of the bed. They laugh, telling her, “Come down again if you dare…”

They go downstairs to complete the poker game and finish drinking.

Lying there for a few minutes, feeling the guy’s cum slowly oozing from her every orifice, she smiles; a mischievous, cheeky smile.

She reaches for her boyfriend’s shirt and pulls the bottom over the ass that’s just taken the biggest pounding of her life. Creeping downstairs, she sits half way down on the 5th step and grins, legs wide apart and licking her lips. The men look up, knowing that she’d never be able to resist coming down for more.

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The Master

“We’re going again tonight Dani; you’re coming of course, right?” my girlfriend cajoled. She never confessed a thing.

“I’m not sure.” I said.

“Sure you are…come on,” she continued.

“Well, I was TOLD to come tonight, but I am suddenly a little nervous about it.” I added.

“Oh Dani, what could happen tonight that did not already happen last night?” she said assuringly.

“You’re right…I’ll go again, I guess.” I felt nervous saying I would go again but I felt worse telling that voice, back in the room the previous night, that I’d be there and then if I did not show up, what would happen? It was too thrilling for me to even think about. Curiosity was killing the cat too I had to admit. I wanted to know what was going to happen tonight as well. Not sure anything hotter could happen, but then I’m very naive about things. I still felt that the woman and the men were imprinted upon me.

Halloween evening we’d met at the bar, had a few drinks then jumped in the cars again and ventured out to the country where the spooky house remained during Halloween. I was quiet and my thoughts inward.

“Dani, what DID happen to you last night?” Tom shocked me out of my mood.

“I did not know Tom…you, Mikey and Nikki just disappeared!” I was left alone in this big room and … well, “I really prefer not to go over it right now. Let’s just look ahead to this evening and LET’S STICK TOGETHER…NO LEAVING ME THIS TIME!!” I demanded.

Tom took my hand and led me into the opening where it had started the previous evening. I was gripping his hand for dear life and did not want him to let go. I felt a tingling while holding his hand; I had been attracted to Tom ever since meeting him weeks ago with friends. I was married so I did not come on to him at all but I’d felt like it. I’m a plus size gal too, and I’m never sure if a guy will be interested.

Tonight he was hanging on to me and seemed more than curious about what had happened to me last night. He was looking down at me from time to time as I was more than daring tonight wearing a black tight T-shirt with a big Y down the middle and a skirt. The lettering on my ass in the skirt’s back said “Eat at the…”

“Don’t you dare let go of my hand!” I told Tom as some creepy alien reached out and some cobwebs shook down upon my head and I heard the sound of a coffin open and close. Darkness prevailed and we were in the guts of the spook house.

“Mike??” “Nikki??” I eeked out loud. Tom had not let go of my hand and we moved down a small tight corridor. I felt the brush of a slimy snake type thing being pushed up my skirt and then I felt us pushed back against a wall. It was really odd because it was like gravity pulling us this way and that way. “Tom?” Don’t let go!! TOM!!…and his hand slipped from mine and I felt I was in this little tiny box all of a sudden and frick’in…ALONE!! Again!! “DAMN IT TOM!!”

“Dani? Dani you there?” I heard Tom call my name but he could not get to me.

“I’m here Tom… shit, where are you?”

Then suddenly… scared out of my mind… I felt all these hands on my body!! They were pawing me and petting me. I felt them in my hair, on my t-shirt and touching my breasts then pulling on my skirt. I was breathing heavily and felt like I couldn’t get my breath as I turned this way then that way. I was trying to get away from some hands but they only threw my body backward into some other hands and I was restrained. I screamed once… and then again… I screamed louder… “TOMMMM” “MIKE” “NIKKI!!” and then I was pulled against a hard body and I felt this long hair against my face and these long fingers with huge fingernails raking my boobs!! They began flicking my nipple, and would not let go of me!

“Let go of me…let go” I whimpered.

“I like you begging, Dani” the voice spoke.

“Who are you? How do you know my name? LET GO!”

“I know because I’m the one who told you to show up tonight. I see you obey well and take directions well. Being obedient is essential to me and you are passing the test”. I knew his voice from somewhere… but just could not place it. He was much taller than me so that would put him at about 6’3″ or so.

I palandöken escort knew I should not be here, but I’d come like a good girl. I had come as instructed. There was something about being made to do something or being told and then doing it. I had a side of me that wanted to refuse, but I would never give it much of a voice. I felt deep down inside that I was someone that would love the role of a sub. My mind jumped all over the place, to all kinds of bondage and why it did, I did not know. I should have been scared shitless, but I was finding myself completely aroused!! I felt my body responding in ways I didn’t really want it to…or at least I didn’t think I wanted it to. Perhaps I was lying to myself or possibly my body was betraying me.

His hands pulled my tummy back and I felt his rock hard pole against my ass through my skirt in the back, he was pulling it up, his cock was the lever doing the lifting.

“Get down on your knees Dani… NOW!” I felt him turn me then he lightly shove me downward. I did instantly as I was commanded. The spoken “now” had that effect on me.

“Come forward Dani until you find something that is jutting out straight in front of you.” I moved up carefully and felt it.

Was it really what I thought it was? It was hard and it had beads of moisture on the tip. I put my hands up and felt a wall there…but a man’s cock was sticking straight out of the wall. I’d heard of these things but never had witnessed it, a glory hole.

“Open your good girl mouth and take him in,” the voice behind me demanded.

“Suck him Dani. Suck him like a good sub.” and I began to do as I was told. I didn’t even bat an eye and I was doing as told. “What the fuck is up with that?”. I thought to myself as I began to suck him off. The cock was pushed far out and straight at me as I began to work him with the submission that I was feeling. I love oral and I love pleasing a man so it was easy to just begin letting my tongue do the work. I let it flick around the precum beaded head, and then I experience its rim. I touched him softly at first and then became more demanding. I closed my lips around what I knew must be the purplish head and then kissed the tip. It was moist, hot and oh so hard. I began then to kiss the sides, running up and down the shaft. I moved it sideways and around and letting my mouth play it like a harmonica and then licked back up. I was totally aroused and liked it way too much.

“Who was this?” I thought as I heard them speak again. “Take him deep Dani”. I want him all the way down your throat.” And I did it like the good girl I always was. I began sucking him to the back of my throat until I gagged once and then again. I continued to work him with my mouth. I’d never done this but I was doing it now and doing it well. I could tell by the twitching in his groin and cock, and the little sounds I heard now and then. I was getting totally turned on by it and heard the voice behind me breathing rapidly while he watched.

“Turn around Dani and take me”. Again I did that too, like a good sub. I took him in my mouth and I fondled him there. I beat him against the roof of my mouth and sucked then fondled him down continually. “That pleases me Dani and I can tell you are into pleasing, because your mouth doesn’t lie.” I worked him hard and then soft. He reached down and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on him. He held me there and told me to take it. I did take it but kept gagging in the process. Still I worked him. I held him, I fondled him with my mouth as foam was building around its corners and his cock began leaking.

“Dani, tonight you are entering into a covenant. That covenant will take you someplace you’ve never been before but you will always want it to be so. I have watched you for a long time and I have known this night would come. I have had help in bringing you to me.

Continue to suck me Dani and don’t stop until I tell you. I’ve had you brought to me Dani, because I believe you secretly have a desire to be owned and used as property. You’ve wanted to be possessed and told what to do and when to do it. I am your Master now, I am he and you are mine. I have purchased you tonight pamukkale escort from your husband who could not be here tonight”.

I let out a big gasp as he forced my head down on him, not letting me back off at the news of my husband having a part in this. I gagged, and slowly gave over to the eroticism of his cock inside my mouth. How I loved sucking this man’s dick!

“Don’t be angry with him. He seeks the will of the group and of me and that is what has happened tonight. You will no longer belong to him unless I say so, of course you will remain with him in the daytime, which is your daily existence, but you no longer have rights Dani. Is that clear?”

“NO, I don’t believe that…I have rights…we have rights this day and age…I HAVE FUCKING RIGHTS” and I don’t want to be sold, or given away or anything. I want my husband and I want my friends…take me to them NOW! Please.” I yelled.

“Suck on me Dani…suck and Do NOT stop.” I did as I was told but angrily. I sucked him until my jaw hurt. Damn why was I doing this??? I felt beads of his cum suddenly and then I felt a huge wad of his cum spraying down on my face when he pulled back. “When you get angry Dani…it makes me hard and want to cum, but I advise you not to make me mad very often. You will learn that you will not like what comes with it. Suck on me and clean me Dani. Milk my shaft of your Master’s cream.” and again, I did so.

“Strip for me Dani. I want to see your big girl tits as we saw them last night. I want to see that big girl figure of yours. I was told a very long time ago that you did not believe that men could find a big girl sexy or attractive. I wanted then to show you, to prove to you that you were so wrong and how I’ve always been attracted to your size. I’ve had to wait my time for the timing to be right; I’d known you’d be stubborn. Let me see those big huge mammaries of yours now.”

I could not possibly strip in front of this male with the dominating voice. It was light enough for him to see me, and that just would not do. I felt him slap my face hard with his cock. I felt him push it into my mouth yet again and I took him and milked more.

“You like that don’t you Dani. You like sucking your Master’s cock. You like being my little cockwhore”.

I did too. I loved his lording it over me, but I couldn’t strip. I just couldn’t, nor could I tell him how all this was making me feel.

Sensing my objections, he told me to stand. “Stand Dani. Stand now!” and I did. I was getting so fucking turned on by all his commands and being told what to do. It felt erotic knowing that I felt myself succumbing to his wishes. Still, I had no idea who this man was.

I stood. “Put your hands above your head.” and I did so slowly. Then I put my arms down again when he started to pull up my shirt. “Up Dani.” I felt him lift my shirt off my body. My very flimsy, yet Halloween orange see-through sheer bra stood tantalizingly in front of him. I wanted to cover up. “Keep your hands up Dani,” as I felt him reach around me and undo the bra pulling it off my shoulders and over my arms until the bra fell in a heap at my feet.

I felt his fingers go inside my skirt and he backed me to a wall to play with me!! “Spread your legs girl. Yes, just like that,” and he stuck his fingers inside me and began diddling me. “Keep your hands UP, DANI,” he yelled and he continued to finger-fuck me. I was getting weak kneed as I felt a totally overwhelming, riding-a-big wave type of climax stirring within me then I began to hump his fingers with my pussy. He pressed against my body and pushed me against the wall even harder while I began jamming my cunt down on his fingers bouncing like mad. He pushed and pushed until he was further inside of me. He knew all the right spots to touch.

“That’s a good girl Dani, a very good girl.” Then a blindfold went over my eyes and I was told to take the finger fucking and the blindfold and to think of nothing else but how badly I wanted the Master. It wasn’t difficult. I felt earth-shattering spasms and body-racking quivers and my orgasm sped ahead; I began to cum hard on his fingers as he jerked it madly. My creaming juices spilled down his pazarcık escort fingers and wrist and I felt the hot liquid as it oozed down my legs and pooled in a puddle on the floor; a sticky mess from his cumslut.

Threatening to pull out of me while I was in the middle of an orgasm, I heard myself begging him not to. “I’ll finish this finger-fuck Danigirl but first you have to acknowledge who owns you now.” Shaking my head, I refused to acknowledge it…

Taking my hands he suddenly tied a rope around them and hooked them to a pulley in the ceiling that hung down. I felt my body being stretched but my feet remained planted. It pulled my tits outright and they were jutting out at the male voice that hung in the shadows. My eyes were still blindfolded as I felt the button on my skirt release and it fell off over my hips. “Stop…don’t!” I heaved at him. But the skirt fell anyway and my leg was lifted to remove it from under my feet. I stood there totally naked and I felt the blush rising up and swallowing me. I began to cry with humiliation and embarrassment but at the same time I felt heat rising, coursing through every nerve in my body. I felt my breasts tingling and felt the sticky wetness between my legs continue to bubble and run down my legs. “Stop, please…with this…please.” I yelled.

“Please what?” he asked me. “Please what Dani?” as his hand pulled out and began to massage my massive hanging boobs as he fondled and rubbed them with his fingers, thumb and palm. He pinched them slightly then lifted my tits fully. I began to get so aroused I thought my legs would give out. Still he fondled me and still I tried to back away from his touch. It was as if his fingers burned me. I felt the power in his touch and commands and wanted more. GAWD, I needed more! ‘MORE MORE MORE’ was all I could think about! I had been so fucking horny since the start of the day and yet I wanted to experience even more.

I was on the verge of agreeing to his terms but the words wouldn’t escape my lips. Then I felt it, a tinge of sting, something spanked me and my nerve endings exploded. I felt it again as a blow hit my ass twice again in succession. It was stinging me again, my boobies swayed with the spanking. Then the lights came on and I couldn’t tell what was happening because the blindfold prevented it.

Then I felt more spanking and I was totally nude and knew there were human bodies in the room. Suddenly I knew I wasn’t alone with only the Master as many hands began touching me again.

“Take the blindfold down,” his voice instructed the others.

After regaining my eyesight from the darkness. I stood there in shock. The Master stood before me. He was my boss’s husband! She stood next to him in black leather, a whip, garters, boots, a collar and whatever else. I didn’t look too much and I was flabbergasted that my Master was who he WAS. He was telling me that he owned me, and it was his cock that I suck now; I wondered if it was he who fingered me then fucked me last night and had done whatever else that went on? Oh my, how could this have happened? I was embarrassed and humiliated.

Gaining my wits about me I saw more and more people around, some in costume, some scantily dressed and others. Damn! There was TOM…and NIKKI and MIKEY…and THEY WERE SMILING! “Happy Birthday Dani. We knew you’d not come with us to our get-togethers. We knew that we would have to introduce you in time to our lifestyle. We hoped in time that you would come to love it like we do.”

“But. But” was all I could say before my boss’s husband, his name was what? I couldn’t even remember! Aiden! That was it, Aiden.

“Standing before you all is the newest member of our Society. Will you pledge your loyalty to us, Dani? Will you pledge your loyalty to me, your master?” The crowd was moving in and I felt faint. I knew I had to say something and I blurted out “Yes. I stumbled through pledging my loyalty to them all.

“Say my name Dani.” he commanded.

“Master Aiden.” I responded.

Undoing my hands that had fallen asleep, he lowered the pulley and freed me from my bonds. He then took my hand and led me. The crowd parted and a path was cleared to a stone hearth in the center of this large room. I took his hand and he led me. The crowd cheered, applauded and closed the path as we walked through it to the stone hearth. A step ascended to the large berth of the hearth and I was instructed to take that step.

Naked but not even noticing anymore, I took the step.

The crowd gathered…

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Prologue Written by Stan

It was a little more than two years after we agreed to a joint writing project that we met at my house to read the accounts that had been written by each of the five of us. During the intervening months I had read the stories from each of the participants (Patti, Connie, Robbie, BD and my own) and we had ongoing exchanges about the project. No one but me had seen any submission by anyone else until day we got together at the end.

BD’s wife Ellen had come with him but she was off by herself at the other end of the house with a full set of the stories which she was reading to herself.

When we gathered for the reading we put names in a hat and drew them out one at a time to determine the order of reading. As the editor and one of the authors, I claimed the right to go last. Connie’s name was drawn first, I passed out copies of what she had written to all the others and she read it out loud while they followed along.

When Connie finished reading her memories of the night and telling us the story about her life we sat in stunned silence.

BD was the first to walk over to her and give her a hug. “I’m sorry I was so rough with you,” he said.

“Don’t be sorry, I loved every bit of it, every fucking stroke,” she laughed.

“I knew you and Stan were fucking while Robbie and I were going at it,” said Patti, “you think I’m blind? And I tasted him in you just a few minutes later.” Then she added “two hundred partners, no kidding? Congratulations. I’m proud of you.” Patti sat down next to her, put her arm around her and held her tight for most of the rest of the night.

“Connie, you get to draw for the next story reader,” I said.

She reached into the hat pulled out a card and announced “Robbie, you are next.”

Chapter 3

Robbie’s Story

When I was young I was an easy lay, and as I aged I got even easier. Not that I fucked the whole football team or anything like that, but I would have if they has asked. Starting way too young I had a string of boyfriends. Each of them hung around for a few months and each of them got fucked well and often. When I was young I was not petite by any definition, I am six feet tall, I have broad shoulders and hips, my long straight hair was dark brown. My shoulders are squared and muscular. I have always been able to lift more and reach higher than practically every woman and lots of men.

I’ve always been proud of my powerful body, no one ever called me cute, adorable or any of those diminutive and endearing words. I always wished I had larger boobs. To get a sense of my build, pick up a 42B/C bra and compare it to a 36DD. You will see the straps are much, much longer and the cups are way smaller. My back is broad and strong, but my boobs were a little small; breast enlargement surgery solved that short coming a few years later.

I was out of high school for three years and working in a women’s apparel shop in the local mall. A new girl named Cheryl came to work in our store and we became friends. She was a couple years younger than me and she enjoyed more variety in her sex partners, a lot more. She flirted with all the guys in the shops around the mall.

When one of the guys in the shoe store next door would go into their backroom to get shoes for a customer to try on, Cheryl would go through the connecting door between our storerooms and flash her tits at him or pull up her skirt and show her pussy. Then we would run out to the front of their store to see if the guy had a boner while he was helping a customer try on shoes. She gave blow jobs and had sex more than once in our try-on rooms when there were no customers in the store.

We spent a lot of time talking about sex and daring each other to try new things. Cheryl dared me to have anal sex with my boyfriend. I tried, but he was a klutz. He tried to get his cock in my ass, but he was so tense that he couldn’t keep it hard enough. I dared her to suck off a man and bring his cum in to show me. She sucked off one of the shoe guys and after he left she motioned me to come back to the storeroom, then she opened her mouth and showed me a big glob of cum which she spit out into a sandwich bag. She seemed to always win the dares.

My boyfriend of two years was possessive, I felt that the fact that I was fucking him 2-3 times a week should have been enough and he should leave me alone after that. He acted like he owned me and got jealous when I just flirted with other guys. We were in the process of breaking up, about 2-3 good bye fucks away from never seeing each other again.

On a weekend off, Cheryl went to visit some of her friends at one of the big universities. She came home with stories about all the hot men she met at a fraternity party and how she been fucked three times in one night by three different men. That was hot and I believed her. I was well aware that she could turn on the sex appeal. She was a slut and I was a serial monogamous whore, she was having more fun and I was ready for some variety in terms of the cocks that found their safranbolu escort way into my snatch.

********

I didn’t know anybody at the university, but Connie, one of my best friends, attended a small college across the state, I called her to get her opinion about the cock options at her school. I had known Connie for years and I had no doubt that she had sampled several.

I had to work closing shift on Friday so I didn’t get there until around noon on Saturday. I met Connie’s roommate Patti and when we started talking about men, one big, unexpected issue came up. Patti was a lesbian who had recently turned bi-sexual.

I asked if the two of them had ever had sex together and they gave me a lecture about just because she was lez that didn’t mean that she licked every pussy she saw.

I repeated my question,” have the two of you ever had sex together?”

“Yes,” they finally told me.

“How many times?”

“Two or three, not more than twenty or thirty,” they laughed.

I specifically asked Connie, “did you eat Patti’s pussy.”

“Yes,” she said. Then she went on to say that just a few days earlier Patti had come back to their room with a hot load of cum in her pussy and she ate it out of her. I told them that was really hot and I wanted to do it.

I explained my objective, I wanted go back to my friend at work and tell her I had fucked three men. They thought it was a great idea and assured me I had come to the right place. I didn’t tell them at the time but I was also hoping to get my first taste of pussy, I think they knew that.

We settled on a list that included Stan who was Patti’s primary fuck partner, some guy whose name I don’t remember, he was Connie’s regular boy toy, a scary guy called BD whom they assured me had the biggest cock either of them had ever seen. Connie would line it up with her guy and Patti would make arrangements with Stan and BD.

They gave me a run down on the guys:

Whatever his name was that Connie has been screwing is solid fuck, but not very creative. He loves having his cock sucked but don’t do it too long because he will cum in your mouth and he never cums twice in one session. And don’t waste your time having him eat your pussy, Patti and Connie had both tried to teach him what to do with his tongue and he just couldn’t seem to learn. Patti told me that if I still needed to get my pussy eaten after I finished with the men that I should find her. That thought stayed in my mind all day.

Stan is a great fuck, and he is a great pussy eater because Patti taught him how. He also likes sloppy seconds so don’t do him first. I was pretty sure that Patti had some strong feelings for Stan beyond thinking of him as a good fuck.

With BD I should spread my legs, grit my teeth and hang on. He is a wild animal who will ram his giant cock in me and fuck at full speed for a few minutes before blowing a giant load in me. He doesn’t eat pussy, doesn’t give a damn if I have an orgasm or not, he thinks blow jobs are a waste of a good fuck and he pulls up his jeans and leaves when he is finished. I was really looking forward to him and counting on helping him last more than a few minutes.

********

I put on my fashion best, a pair of sexy tight pants and a tight white t-shirt that made my tits look bigger. At the time it was high fashion and I had an impression to make. I was a girl on a mission, get some fresh cock in my pussy, I headed out.

Connie and I went to a lounge where several kids were sitting around mostly watching TV or playing games. I was looking over the crop of men when a new guy walked in. Connie nudged me and told me that the new guy was Stan, Patti’s favorite and one of the guys on my hit list. We went over and talked to him, Connie introduced us and he spent a lot of time looking me over. I wish I had been a little bolder about what I wanted from him, but I was nervous and I remembered that I was not supposed to do him first. He said he was going to go get a Coke from a vending machine on another floor, he even offered to get us something but we said no thanks.

He never came back. My mission was not off to a good start. Connie led me to Tim’s room and knocked, no answer. We went out into the parking lot to look for his car but it was gone. So we were sitting on some steps and talking about what to do. Eventually Connie suggested that she would lead me to Stan’s room and if he was there I should start with him.

I knocked on the door and immediately heard noise inside, like someone moving around. Then I nodded to Connie and she left. I knocked again, more sounds inside the room, but nobody came to the door. After the third time I knocked I called out, hopefully loud enough for him to hear me, and told him it was Robbie, the girl he had just met with Connie in the lounge. More noise and the door opened part way. He stuck his head around the door just a little and looked at me. I told him that Connie had said good things about him and I wanted to come in and get şahinbey escort to know him better. He looked at me with a totally dumbfounded look and eventually opened the door, still carefully shielding his body behind the door.

After I walked in I turned around to look at him, he was no longer able to hide behind the door. He was naked. His dick was half hard and looking kind of red and wet. My first thought was that I had caught him jacking off. We both walked into the middle of the room and suddenly everything became clear, there was Patti in his bed, with the sheet pulled up under her chin. My jaw dropped, I looked from one to the other and muttered that I was sorry to have interrupted, I couldn’t seem to think of anything to say and Stan said something like. “Patti and I were just fucking, would you like to join us?”

Patti lowered the sheet to her waist and I could see she was naked and there were several splats of cum on her belly and tits. “You are welcome to join in for the next round,” she said. I dropped my pants, pulled the shirt over my head and told both of them that I was ready. Stan unhooked my bra and as I was removing it he pulled my panties down. I stepped out of them and said “let’s do it.”

Stan put his arms around me from behind, cupping and squeezing my boobs. He turned me around and kissed me, the finest kiss I had ever had in my life. I could feel his cock rising between my legs. He leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth while rolling the other nipple between his fingers. Then he lowered me so I was sitting beside Patti on the edge of the bed. He knelt down between my spread legs and continued kissing and sucking on my tits.

At about that time Patti scooped up some cum from her belly and tits and offered it to me. I grabbed her fingers and sucked on them like I was giving a blow job. Stan kissed his way down to my pussy and spread me open, he was an expert pussy eater, about the best I’ve ever been with. While he was kissing my pussy, Patti was coaching him; “lick her clit more, stick your fingers inside her,” she was telling him what to do, but he didn’t need coaching.

Eventually Stan told her to do it herself and she leaned over and took my clit between her lips. Stan stuck two fingers into my pussy, one finger in my ass and went back to sucking on my boobs. I came so hard that I almost passed out. OMG, getting my pussy eaten by a woman, maybe I’m also going to do my first anal tonight, I’ve never had an orgasm so strong and we are just starting.

I started blowing Stan, and I was jerking him fast and hard with my hand while doing a lot of sucking and bobbing. I had never been with a man who could take that for long and it seemed that he was about to cum. Before he knew what was happening I jumped up and straddled him, then quickly lowered myself down and took his cock in my pussy. Most of my lovers up to that point were quick triggered. I would ride them hard and fast and they would blow a load of cum in me or on me within a few minutes. I believed that guys liked to get off quick and I took some pride in making them happy. Apparently my read on Stan being about ready to cum was not even remotely accurate. As I pounded, twisted and wiggled my hips down into him with everything I had he was obviously enjoying it, but he was giving it back too.

Stan is a nipple twister/pincher. As I was riding high in the saddle he had his hands on my boobs and was twisting my nipples right to the border between pain and pleasure. He rolled me over so he was on top and kept on pounding into me. That is when Patti joined in again and started kissing me. I think that slowed me down, I laid back and started enjoying the long slow strokes Stan was giving me. Patti moved her mouth to my tits and started sucking and nibbling. She was biting just hard enough that I was feeling more pleasure than pain.

I remember thinking, “these guys are both nipple torturing crazy.” Guys had played with my tits for years, but no one had ever given me that much sensation. Patti was laying across me on my left side and Stan had pushed himself up at arm’s length, I reached under Patti and cupped a breast, with my other hand I reached up to Stan’s chest. Simultaneously I gave them each a hard nipple twist, everything stopped and we all broke out in laughter.

It wasn’t the first time I ever had an orgasm from a cock in me, but it was the first time I ever had multiple orgasms from a cock. Stan led me through 4-5 different positions and I climaxed with every one, and had additional climaxes from Patti rubbing my clit. I ended up back on top of him, this time with my chest pressed against his chest, we did some passionate kissing while he continued to fuck me slow and deep.

I looked deep into his eyes and said, “I want your cum inside of me, I’m on the pill, cum in me.”

“Now?” he said as he picked up the pace quickly and before I could even answer he started erupting inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I was yelling. “Yes, now. Yes, do that. Yes, just like salihli escort that.”

For more than an hour I had been having mind blowing orgasms, I gave Stan a long hard blow job he wasn’t likely to forget for a while, I licked cum off Patti’s tits, I kissed a woman, I licked a pussy, I sucked his cock while she ate my pussy, I got my ass finger fucked, and I got fucked like I had never been fucked before. The day was shaping up nicely.

It took a while for us to catch our breath. But finally we did and I knew I was already late for number two. As I got dressed I kept asking myself why I was leaving these guys to meet with someone Connie had told me wasn’t going to be a good lover. I didn’t really want to leave, but it was time to go.

Patti gave me a sloppy seconds advice; I should clench my pussy muscles tight to hold in the cum, don’t wipe any off, give the next man a surprise.

********

I walked directly from Stan’s room to the lounge and found Connie and what’s his name sitting together at a table in the back of the room. Connie introduced us as I approached with pussy muscles clenched. I was totally giddy and couldn’t wait to tell her about the incredible experience I had just had. As I sat down and was about to tell her the story she interrupted and told me that she had told her guy about my plan to get laid three times in one night and that he was pleased that I had chosen him to be the first. Connie and I had been friends for years, I picked right up on what she was telling me. Her guy was probably disgusted about sloppy seconds or just didn’t want to put his dick in a pussy that another dick had just vacated. She had assured him he was going to be the first, even though she knew she had left me with Stan. I gave him a sexy smile but he didn’t appear to be as pleased as Connie seemed to think.

Another insight suddenly occurred to me. Here I was with a big load of cum in my cunt and I was about to get in bed with a guy who might be disgusted with seconds. We chatted for a few minutes before Connie said, “go have fun guys.” I asked to be excused for a minute, I need to visit the ladies room; Connie went with me.

As soon as I got Connie alone I asked her if he had a problem with seconds. She said he insisted on going first. I asked her why he didn’t look happy about this. She explained that he was very nervous about sex with a girl he just met and he was afraid that he wouldn’t compare favorably with the other guys I would be with later. She told me that he wasn’t that great in bed despite how hard she had tried to train him, but he was safe. I wasn’t going into this round with a lot of enthusiasm, but the Stan/Patti team would have been a tough act for any man to follow.

I did step into a stall and wipe away as much of Stan’s cum as possible so that wouldn’t be totally obvious to him. That was weird, I was standing there with my pants down, legs spread, trying to push the right muscles to get the cum to flow out of my cunt, wiping it off with toilet tissue, and all the while we were talking about the next guy I was scheduled to fuck.

On the way back to the lounge we ran into Patti. She let me know that everything was arranged with BD, he would be there to pick me up in less than an hour. At the time that was a relief, just give Connie’s guy a quick fuck, take a few minutes to get ready and bring on the raging bull.

As I was warned, it wasn’t a great fuck, it was just a plain fuck, and it was definitely not a quick fuck. He got me on my back in basic missionary position and started fucking at a good pace. At first I started rubbing my clit as he fucked me and I got off pretty quickly. But he never varied his pace, he just kept on fucking while I was having a finger induced orgasm and coming down from the orgasm; same pace, never harder, softer, slower or faster. He just kept fucking like a machine, never touching my clit or pinching my nipples, never even kissing me. I thought I would just let him fuck himself out, shoot his load and then I could leave.

After what seemed like time enough for 2-3 quick fucks I got him to stop for a minute while I turned around and got on my knees and elbows in front of him, hoping I was giving him an angle that would make him cum quicker. He just kept on pounding away at the same pace. I tried everything, clenching my cunt muscles to be tighter, pushing my ass back hard to meet him, nothing, just the same pace. By that time I was getting dry, starting to feel some burn, wondering if his cock was getting sore and starting to panic about the super sized cock that I was scheduled to fuck in only a few minutes. I was thinking that I could have used some of Stan’s cum that I wiped away to keep me wet, and I was really hoping to have a minute to go grab the lube that was in my bag before the raging bull got his dick in me.

I got him on his back and was preparing to finish him off with a blow job when he pulled me up to ride him. By that time I was definitely feeling the friction burn and thinking my pussy might start smoking soon. I had enough. I jumped off, slobbered all over his cock and jerked him off with my hand. It was not a blow job, just a hand job. He dribbled some cum on his belly and my hand, I wiped my hand on his sheet, got dressed and left with barely a word spoken. I was already late for the date with the bull and I needed lube.

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Chapter 4

The past two weeks had been grueling. Seamus was getting regular head and his wife Cleo was doing a damn fine job at stopping just short of him cumming. He would then have to watch as she got herself off with a 7″ dildo. She seemed to enjoy the torture too much. About a week into this ordeal, Cleo had sucked and licked until his cock was a nice shade of reddish, purple. It was throbbing and aching and his balls hurt. He had listened and not touched himself, but was about to explode. As his wife got out her dildo and began to tease the entrance to her wet love tunnel, he began to moan. At first it was in pain then it began to be in pleasure. The slurping of her wet cunt taking the dildo was turning him on even more as he leid there helpless and in need. As Cleo watched his hard cock get harder she began to fuck herself harder. She was burying the dildo deep in her pussy then toying with her g-spot. She began to pant and her pussy was creaming as she experienced something new. Mid-orgasm her pussy exploded, squirting liquid nearly across the room. She was surprised as she had never squirted this hard before and as she looked over, Seamus’ face showed relief as she looked down at what used to be her husband’s cock and now could only be explained as volcanic. He spewed with cum as some strands shot straight in the air almost 12 inches from his 6 inch dick. Other strings of cum were just oozing out like a lava path going down to his abdomen. What he was not ready for was what happened next. Cleo who was not orhangazi escort overly fond of cum, sauntered over and began to lick him clean. Next thing he knew it was two hours later and he had passed out.

Cleo said “glad you finally rejoined the living, I thought you were a goner after that orgasm.” She continued with a twinkle in her eye, “I have some special plans for you for tomorrow night!”

His response was, “Oh yeah what’s up?”

“Well we are going to see a friend, so no more orgasms until tomorrow and make sure you are ready for some fun” was the response.

The next day they got into their car and Cleo said she would drive, she made Seamus put on a blindfold and began driving. When the car stopped he knew they had been driving for about 30 minutes, he had lost all sense of direction though. Cleo came to the passenger side of the car and told him to come with her but leave the blindfold on. He was put on the bed with one set of instructions, “take all of your clothes off but leave the blindfold on.”

He laid there nude with a semi-hardon for what felt like forever. Finally, he felt the bed move, a form crawled up to his feet, then his waist. They stopped there and gave his cock a little lick. It instantly sprang to life and he felt welt lips form around his cock. He was sure this was his wife, as it felt like her blow job. The next thing he felt was the bed to his right move like someone was on it. The someone moved closer to him and mounted his ortahisar escort face and before covering his ears he heard a simple command “EAT!” Seamus did not recognise this voice or the taste of the pussy. But he happily began eating the pussy. He felt what he was still sure to be his wife change positions and slide her pussy down his amply hard cock. He then felt as though the two women were kissing. He was going wild as this was his fantasy threesome. His wife masterfully slid up and down his hard cock then sat all the way down and grinded. He felt her orgasm begin to build and he felt a surge of liquid puddle around the base of his cock. He knew she had just cum, not like the day before but he could tell she had let out some fluid. The pussy on his face began to hump his mouth and at one point he had his tongue in the vagina and his nose was rubbing her taint. He felt the muscles clench and felt a hand working the clit above his chin.

At this point the two women switched places and once his wife was sitting on his face he knew it was Cleo. He would recognise her scent and taste anywhere. She rocked forward so that his tongue was on her clit and his nose was rubbing her pussy hole and piss hole. The pussy that was on his face was now riding his cock and he was about to blow. His wife yelled “don’t you fucking cum yet!” He held back and breathed into her cunt to stop the orgasm. He felt the cunt on his cock start to tighten and heard a moan then his wife squirted in his osmangazi escort face. He loved the smell and taste of it. He had always wanted to have Cytherea squirt in his face but saw that a s an improbability. Now he knew what it would have felt like and he was hooked. Both women got off of him and told him he could take the blindfold off. As he sat up he took the blindfold off and could not believe his eyes. His wife and his high school crush were in bed with him, they had started to make out.

Annette was a beautiful thing, she was Italian and only about 5’2″ tall. She had nice breast, a beautiful pussy and was in killer shape. Both women were moms but you could not tell. The two were currently intertwined and kissing like they had been doing so for years, but this was at best a new thing. The two women took the position of scissoring and began to rub their hungry cunts against each other and Seamus just watched as he stroked his cock. Annette looked over and saw him stroking his cock and readjusted so that he could enter her twat. As he did so, Cleo pussy lips wrapped around his shaft as he fucked Annette. They stayed like this until the two ladies began to cum. When he felt Annette orgasm this time he could not hold back, he shot a load deep into Annette’s pussy and then shoved in further. As his cum began to trickle out of Annette’s pussy, Cleo began to lap it up. Annette responded with moans and Seamus responded with a hard cock. He got behind his wife and stuck his hard cock into her pussy. He fucked her until she made Annette cum then as he was cumming into her pussy, she began to cum around his cock.

The three laid down in the sweat and cum covered sheets. He had a girl on each arm and a limp, sore but happy dick. His wife simply whispered into his ear, “thank you!” They all fell asleep for the evening.

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A little bit, why?” Joshua answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s do it,” Erik said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tomorrow should be fun,” Joshua said.

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I tell my husband everything,” grinned Anne.

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

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

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

“It’s cold!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are a little girl,” he answered.

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

“This feels so nice,” she said.

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

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

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

“What are you thinking?” Anne asked.

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

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

“Let’s go to the hotel room?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My panties?” she called out.

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

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

“Very nice,” he grinned.

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

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

Anne laughed at the thought, it was clever.

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

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

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

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

“Nothing is going to happen,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

Anne grinned and wrapped her hand around the warm shaft.

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

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

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

“The bed?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was nice,” Erik smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

Erik withdrew his fingers and smiled at her.

“Oh what have we done?,” Anne said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anne blushed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think this is but the beginning.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never been here before?”

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

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

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

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

“You ladies got names?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, must have.” I agreed.

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are we going?” Tracy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s the towel?” Linda asked.

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

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

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

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

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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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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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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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