Modern Sex 101 Pt. 03

Modern Sex 101 Pt. 03

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As Charlee tried to catch her breath, she peered out the tall windows of the dimly lit community great room from the floor of the cozy lodge. There were no coverings on the windows on this side of the building, and if one were to look in, they would see a surprising sixty-plus number of naked people strewn about, either watching or doing various sexual things with each other.

Unless they were up at the top of a pine tree, however, it would be almost impossible to get a glimpse inside due to the lodge’s positioning on the edge of a hill. Outside, the stars had just begun to twinkle and the outline of the mountains was barely visible.

Charlee couldn’t believe this was actually happening. She had just cum six times, five of which were all in a row, in a room full of people. She had had her first experiences ever with group sex, as well as sex with other females, in this class, and was apparently still ready for more. Was she still the same person who used to fake orgasms in missionary position and tell her past boyfriends that threesomes “sounded gross”?

“You get to be in charge now, girlfriend.” One of the girls in the penetrative sex group was settling down on the floor with a pillow and an eye mask, and winked at Charlee before pulling the silky black fabric over her night-sky colored eyes. Charlee felt a little thrill in her gut to think about what that meant. She looked around to see if she wanted to grab some equipment before they got started.

There were several strap-on dildos still in the bag, with various shapes, sizes, and even colors that she could switch out between partners, and of course, a box of condoms. She decided upon one modest-looking blue one made of silicone that might be the most versatile. Charlee was pleasantly surprised to find that the strap-ons came with a small knob and ridges intended to give her pleasure as well. It took her a minute to figure out how to put it on, but got it right just about the same time as everyone else was taking their place with their first partner.

Charlee went back to the woman who had winked at her, still lying on the blanket without anyone next to her. The others were either warming up or already fucking their playmate. It wasn’t like they all hadn’t just had sex with each other, so it made sense to Charlee that going for it right off the bat wouldn’t be too fast.

Still, she felt it would be nicer to do a bit of touching before trying to rail anyone, so she began with a gentle caress of the pretty woman’s hips and legs, receiving a smile from her in return. Feeling encouraged, Charlee gingerly placed herself between the two thick, dark thighs, and slid her small, but well-shaped, piece into her partner’s already damp opening.

The woman’s red lips parted in a silent sigh, her eyebrows elevated in an enraptured way. Charlee took hold of her hips and began to find a rhythm. The ridges on her side of the strap-on were rubbing her nicely as well, and she let out what sounded like a mix of a moan and a growl. An animalistic feeling of dominance and power came over her that she had never known before, and it was exhilarating.

“Oh, please, yes, more, like that,” gasped Charlee’s partner as she dug her heels into the floor and pushed her hips into Charlee and her little tool. Charlee started to fuck her in earnest now, getting the idea of where her G-spot must be from her reactions, and slamming into it repeatedly while she was viciously clawed by her ecstatic playmate. The two were completely unaware of anything outside of themselves, so when Charlee felt a hand on her shoulder, she jumped.

“Hey… we’re switching partners now.” It was Robbie, the man with nice shoulders who Charlee remembered meeting earlier. He gave her a playful smirk. He must have known this was agony for the two of them, much like edging. Charlee rolled her eyes and gave a saucy, pursed lip smile back, but pulled away from the woman slowly. The pretty lady beneath her let out a soft groan with a bit of a pout. Charlee knew the feeling, but also that she was definitely still going to get something good judging by Robbie’s enormous erection pointing her way.

She looked over to the man on her right, her next partner, blindfolded and stretched out on the floor. His abdomen was chiseled and looked like he worked out regularly, although it never seemed to have seen the sun. His hands were tucked behind his head and his pink member was standing straight up in waiting. Charlee thought he looked a little cocky… no pun intended, of course. She wondered if he realized that this “penetrative sex” lesson could go both ways, and decided it was time for him to find out.

He was introduced to her, first, with her small hands running up and down his slick shaft. He purred at her touch. She then reached for a bottle of lube sitting in the middle of the circle, put a glob on her fingertips, and, still holding his dick tightly in her left hand, reached down for his ass with her right.

“Ooh!” The man exclaimed and shifted his hips at the coolness of the lube, but did not recoil further. Charlee slid her middle finger into his ass and pushed it in as far as she could go. In and out, in and out she slid. With her tiny fingers, it wasn’t far, but at least she could warm him up for the next step this way.

Not wanting to waste too much of their short time, she pulled her finger back out and scooted her body tightly up to his. She noticed he had grabbed his sandy-colored hair in his hands, either in apprehension or anticipation, she couldn’t tell which. Charlee found she didn’t care much, but with a strange sense of confidence, she felt sure he would enjoy it when she got going.

The little, slightly bulbous, dark blue toy gradually disappeared into her partner’s tight hole. As expected, he moaned in response and tensed his legs upon entry. She started to rock, very shallowly, almost pulsing into him. Charlee resumed stroking his still-hard cock, resulting in him grabbing the blanket beneath him and pulling at it.

Although this partner was not very vocal in the sense that he used any words, Charlee interpreted his responses as positive ones. He was now open-mouth panting and whimpering in a way that, to Charlee, suggested she had found a good spot. It was a huge turn-on to be dominating this strange, buff dude she had never met before. She felt like a fucking sex-goddess. From her very erotic throne, Charlee found that she couldn’t resist peeking around the room for a moment while continuing with her easy cadence.

For the first time, she registered all the noises going on around her, an extremely sexy cacophony of sighing and moaning and skin slapping together from all corners of the room. Robbie, to the left of her, had his entire beefy arm wrapped under the gorgeous ebony girl’s wide hips, and was thrusting her to high heaven. It was most likely their first time together, but they made it look like they were seasoned dance partners with the way they moved in time to one another.

Just then, Robbie happened to glance Charlee’s way and, upon seeing her staring, threw her a wily grin. She felt a shock as if his expression was made of electricity. He continued to fuck his partner while she gradually picked up the pace with her own. She and Robbie watched each other slide in and out of the one beneath them, as if they were having sex with each other, but somehow in different places. The surreality of it was scandalously hot to Charlee and she felt her own warm juices start sloshing onto her strap-on and down her thighs.

“Unnnnngggh,” came a sound from beneath Charlee. She looked back at the man who looked like carved ivory with a blue rod still sliding in and out of his ass. His hands were now gripping her round butt and pulling her in, every muscle in his body tensing, and his veiny member beginning to throb in her hand.

He was about to cum. Holy fuck. After a few seconds of loud exclamations from under her, a geyser of hot cum shot up at her in bursts. At the same time, Charlee noticed that her small dildo was being clenched so hard that she couldn’t move her body while she got hit repeatedly by the viscous white fluid, in the chest, stomach, and once, in the face. Damn, did she make him cum hard! He wouldn’t let her go for at least a whole minute after that.

Somewhere, someone was laughing. Charlee looked over again to see Robbie had rolled off to the side of his partner with his own swollen dick dripping cum, having removed his condom, and his partner panting heavily. It seemed they had each just had their climaxes as well, and Robbie was giddy from the release in addition to catching sight of Charlee, freshly covered in jizz.

“Oh, shush,” Charlee whispered at him with a giggle. She pretended to be a bit defensive, but in truth, she was really proud.

Fortunately, Charlee found a box of towelettes nearby to clean herself off with a minute or two to spare before the next round started. If this class was going to have time to fit everyone in, she still had two more rounds to go. With a smile, she noticed that her next partner was Tom. His curly hair was all over the place but his hard-on hadn’t diminished.

She moved closer to him and realized he had freckles on his cheeks and the shadow of a beard that looked red in the low light. His lips seemed soft and sweet, very kissable. She saw that he had a farmer’s tan on his arms and legs, and, noticing his muscular quads, thought he must play some kind of sport. Cycling or soccer, maybe.

It seemed somehow natural to her to straddle him just then, and simply began riding him right away. His firm, surprisingly thick, penis felt wonderfully warm inside her as she moved back and forth on it, while her liquids seeped out and onto his balls. They continued like this for a few minutes, Tom giving soft feedback as he had been instructed to do, and Charlee enjoying her own sensations while watching his reactions to her moves.

Gazing downward, Charlee thought he looked a little like boyfriend material. That was quickly replaced by the thought he looked more like a plaything to dominate. Tom was moaning and seemed to be getting exactly what he desired, but Charlee couldn’t let him have it all without a little fun. The new, more confident and powerful side of her wanted to take over and give this good boy a taste of something naughty.

She eased off of him with a popping sound, to his apparent dismay, and moved to kneel between his bent knees. Charlee still had the strap-on in place, so with a bit of the lube, she pressed the round head of it into his ass. She wasn’t savage with him, but wasn’t terribly gentle either. Charlee grabbed his dick and picked up a rhythm with her hips, sliding the blue toy in and out.

Tom’s hard cock felt decadently heavy in her hand. She was barely able to wrap her fingers around the base to squeeze it tightly. Charlee continued to rock in and out of his well-lubricated hole at a rapid pace, while she spat onto the hard shaft she held. With both hands, she then worked it up and down, running over the smooth head and back to the root again.

Charlee felt a wild hunger come over her. She began to pound his ass and tug at his balls and dick. He bit his lip, so cute in his submissive state. Fortunately, he did not seem too unhappy about what she was doing or the force she was using on him, and soon began to make the familiar sounds of one in ecstasy.

Charlee began to think she might get Tom to cum like this, and noticed herself becoming increasingly wet at the thought. This was better than any fantasy she’d had late at night on her own. Too soon, though, someone was at her side, notifying her that this round was over. Who even got to decide how long a round lasted, anyway? She didn’t want to stop. She almost rebelled and kept going.

Charlee looked back at Tom. He appeared to be holding his breath, maybe even holding back an impending climax? She wanted to give it to him so badly. But, maybe, under pressure from the others to move along wasn’t necessarily the ideal moment. Sighing, she dismounted him with a squelch and a squeeze on his leg. More for some other time, perhaps.

She moved on to her last partner. Charlee saw, with a tingling in the pit of her stomach, that it was the cute girl with the long, black hair. She looked like a fucking angel laying there, with her perfect boobs and shining hair somehow perfectly arranged around her head and shoulders. Charlee bit her lip. The girl, whose name she still didn’t know, had no idea who was about to climb on top of her next, but all Charlee could think about was that this was the person who gave her her first multi-orgasmic experience.

Charlee didn’t want to freeze and make a mess of this opportunity, but she was almost certain she could not please a woman the way this woman had just a while ago pleased her. She noticed that the chick on her right, who was straddling Charlee’s first partner in the round, was looking over at her. She smiled at Charlee in a reassuring way, as if to say, “get over there and fuck her, girl!” Charlee smiled bashfully back, acknowledging the push, and moved close enough to touch her beautiful partner.

She stared down at her lovely body for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Finally, whether it was “part of the program” or not, Charlee just couldn’t help it. She dove between the slim, tawny legs, and began to eat her out. Her partner cried out as Charlee found her sweet spots with her tongue and fingers.

While this might not have been the “penetrative” sex that this lesson called for, Charlee felt that this was probably her strongest suit and most likely to get her consort off. She was fanatically licking and fingering her playmate, listening to her gasps and paying attention to body language, when she remembered the instructor’s words.

“The goal of sex does not need to be reaching climax, and should be focused on mutual enjoyment,” she had said. Charlee knew she was enjoying what she was doing very much, but realized that just trying to get her partner off might still be putting the best sensations aside. She slowed her tongue and fingers and eventually sat up. She continued the motion of her curved fingers inside her lovely partner, deciding that her version of penetration this time would be purely tactile.

Another first in her life, Charlee discovered, with her own hands, the feeling of the thick, bumpy skin that made up the surface of the G-spot. Every time she pressed into it on her way up or down inside her partner’s vagina, she heard a coinciding gasp or yelp of pleasure. Knowing that this time there would be no one tapping on her shoulder to change partners, she momentarily forgot time, instead focusing on every little feeling, sound, and expression from her lover. Charlee found she most enjoyed rapidly hammering her fingers hard into the sensitive spot, creating streams of hot liquid to flow out onto her hand, and her partner to cry out in delight.

After what was certainly a matter of minutes, but felt like hours of bliss, Charlee and her partner withdrew from one another. The dark-haired girl sat up and took off her eye mask, smiling again at Charlee. They hugged like they were old friends after catching up. The others around the room were drinking water, folding blankets, and finding clothes. It seemed it was the end of a very unique night.

The pair of women said good-bye to one another and left to gather their belongings on opposite sides of the room. Charlee picked up her clothes and headed to the restroom on the far side of the great room, near the entrance. The room was still full of people, many of which she now recognized, but some of whom she still hadn’t seen up close. Scanning the crowd as she walked, she almost didn’t see Tom before she walked into him.

“Whoops, hi there,” Charlee said, awkwardly, as she narrowly missed a head-on collision with her previous partner.

“Oh, hey.” Tom came to a full stop. His body was still turned in the direction he was walking in, but looked over his shoulder at her directly. “Hey, I actually was curious to talk to someone else about what they got out of this whole thing…” His quizzical look was so innocent, even after a night of nakedness and sex, that Charlee felt drawn to him yet again.

“Oh, sure, I’d be happy to chat with you about that if you want.” They were both still completely naked, but at this point the exchange felt almost as natural as talking after work. She told him she was headed to the restroom before leaving the building, so they walked together and chatted on the way. As it turned out, they had both recently become single after long-term monogamous relationships and were here to see what else was out there for them.

The two reached the women’s room and paused. A closing remark or hug didn’t feel right at all to Charlee. This wasn’t over. Not just yet.

“Hey, come in here for a moment,” Charlee said, as though she had something to show Tom. Tom, true to his good-boy nature, paused for a moment at the entrance of a forbidden place. He looked at Charlee, her small, round breasts, free in the air beneath her frazzled, red hair, and seemed to realize that this was not like every other time. After a few seconds of thought, Tom followed Charlee into the restroom.

“I feel like we got cut off earlier, so…” Charlee started to say, but Tom was already pulling her face close, kissing her with his hands clamped over her face, and her hair sticking out over and under them. He wasn’t suave but she loved it.

Following a few bumbling seconds of making out, Charlee heaved herself up onto the sink in the bathroom, where she was now approximately the height of Tom’s hips. The perfect position for a short girl to get fucked in the bathroom, she thought. She had to direct Tom on how to hold one of her legs up before entering her, but after that it was like riding a bike.

“Well, hello, there,” said a sultry voice.

The pair looked over and saw that the girl from the group earlier, the cute one with black hair, was standing in the doorway of the restroom.

“I do like what I see,” she sang, with one hand on her curvy hip and one holding… something just behind her back.

Before either Tom or Charlee could say anything, she said, “I’m Rachel, by the way. I really don’t want to ruin your moment, but I found a strap-on left under a pillow, and now that I see you two here, I wonder if I could be of service.”

She held out her left hand, daintily holding a pink, ridged, maybe five-inch dildo attached to a set of straps.

Charlee’s lips curled upward in question at Tom, still inside her, and raised her eyebrows. Tom looked at her, then looked at the girl in the doorway, smiled, and said, “come on in.”

In seconds, the taller girl got her gear in place and positioned herself behind Tom. Without a decent lube nearby, she spat gratuitously in her hand and rubbed it over the silicone shaft. It was not Tom’s first time that night. He took her little pole without a hitch and continued to fuck Charlee like it was his job. The three made a really nice Tom-sandwich.

Charlee was enthralled with the way Rachel was thrusting into Tom, with her arms wrapped around his waist, at the same time that he was thrusting into Charlee with one hand on the back of her shoulder and the other on her ass. Charlee felt she got the ultimate vantage-point, with the two sexiest people from her class facing her, themselves appearing quite pleased while she got banged on a bathroom sink.

Surprisingly, it was Rachel who came first. Charlee noticed in advance that Rachel’s dark eyes were clenched tight, and liquid was streaming down her legs while she pounded into the man between them. She herself almost came immediately at the sight, but it was put off when she heard Rachel begin to cum. It was a sound of dire need, a primal cry of lust and release. A couple people popped their heads into the room, realized what was going on, and decided it was alright to stay and watch.

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Bella – Steve and Bella

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This is the second part of the Bella series, but this story was written in a way that it should stand alone without having to read the first chapter. Feel free to start there if you wish, but again, it’s not necessary.

I will preface this with a warning. The characters explore their sexuality as far as exhibitionism, and the dating couple explores the the fantasy of her having sex with another man. It also includes a bit of cuckolding with a married couple. Over 50% of married men share this fantasy, but many others do not. If the idea disgusts you, I’d suggest you stop reading right here. Fair warning, do not bother posting negative comments about your own distaste for this type of fantasy. They will only be deleted.

Thank you to my editor who volunteered his time to look this over before I submitted it.

This is a fictional story from my own imagination. All the characters and places were made up by me. I hope you enjoy it. – Bridgekicker

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On the first day of summer in 2017, between their junior and senior years of college, Bella spent the day with her best friend Mia frolicking nude in her backyard by the pool. By frolicking, Bella was caught suntanning nude by Mia, who convinced her to stay that way and joined her tanning nude. They both realized they were attracted to each other physically for the first time and acted on that untapped sexual magnetism.

Later that day after a couple rounds of hot sapphic sex, the two decided to order a pizza for dinner and to surprise the delivery guy by remaining nude. Steve happened to be the lucky pizza delivery man. He’d taken a summer job at his uncle’s restaurant, never dreaming he’d meet the woman of his dreams while delivering pizzas.

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Bella and Steve’s First Date:

“It’s not too much further,” Steve said with a proud grin.

“This place is so beautiful,” Bella said. “I can’t believe I’ve never been up here.”

Bella and Steve had been walking an easy trail to get to a hidden lake. Their conversation flowed naturally as the two of them hiked. Bella had to embarrassingly explain that yesterday was an isolated incident and that she was not a nudist or an exhibitionist.

Steve was complimentary of Bella’s beauty and thanked her for going on this date with him. Bella felt her heart flutter every time their eyes met. It was as if their souls connected with every glance at each other’s smiling face.

Bella was pleased to find out that Steve was going to the same university she was attending but had a major in Management Information Systems. He’d already created a software program for his family’s pizza restaurant chain that tracked supplies, employee payroll, schedules, performance, profits, trends, and forecasts. He was as smart as he was good looking, and he had a charisma that disarmed her.

They both fell into conversation naturally. Steve’s sense of humor made Bella giggle, and he fed off her sweet smile as they talked like long time friends.

Steve couldn’t believe his luck as he walked down the trail with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Bella was wearing short black shorts that accentuated her round derriere and strong thighs. Above that, she was wearing a black sports halter that showcased her large breasts and tight abs.

Bella’s eyes roamed over Steve’s body as well. At six-two, he carried enough muscle to make himself look strong and lean, but not to where he looked like a meathead. He reminded her of an NFL tight end. The board shorts Steve was wearing showed off his toned legs and strong calf muscles. The T-shirt he wore did not hide his toned physique but highlighted it.

“This is it,” Steve smiled with pride as Bella took in the amazing lake view.

“This is beautiful, Steve,” Bella genuinely gushed as she looked out over the lake.

There was a rope swing hanging from a large pine next to the rocky ledge they were standing on. The sun reflected off the calm blue water as ducks swam on its surface. The cool water looked inviting on this hot summer day.

Steve unloaded his backpack and laid out a blanket. He handed Bella her Hydro Flask, and she took a drink to quench her thirst from the hike.

“You want to take a dip?” Steve asked as he grabbed the rope swing with a daring smile.

“I was just thinking about jumping in,” Bella replied as she judged the 15-foot drop into the water. “You first.”

Steve pulled his shirt off, making Bella gasp as she took in his firm six pack abs and chest muscles for the first time. Steve noticed Bella’s eyes drifting over his body. His muscles flexed as he pulled tight on the rope and swung himself out over the water before doing a backflip, barely making a splash.

“Woohoo!” Steve yelled as his head popped out of the cool water.

“Showoff!” Bella teased.

Bella quickly stripped her top and shorts off, revealing a blue bikini below. It was not a micro bikini like she wore for tanning, but it did have a Brazilian Bağdatcaddesi cut in the back that highlighted her rear. The top covered her breasts enough to look classy but highlighted her ample cleavage. She was gorgeous.

She grabbed the rope and ignored her fear of heights as she launched out over the water below. She let go of the rope and plunged feet first into the cool water, which sent a shockwave through her body at the sudden blast of cold.

They both treaded water for a while enjoying the cool temperature on their skin. They bantered back and forth until they tired from swimming. Bella climbed up the steps leading back up to their picnic area followed by Steve, who admired her body from behind.

The water dripped off Bella’s body making her glisten in the warm sunlight. Steve’s eyes took in Bella’s firm back as she climbed the rope ladder. His eyes followed her form downward to the feminine curve of her waist to her round rear, that shook slightly with every step. The blue bikini cut between her cheeks sexily, highlighting her beauty. Everything about her was perfect.

Steve handed Bella a towel and they both dried off before sitting down on the blanket. He couldn’t take his eyes off Bella’s dripping body. With her hair pulled back and wet, she looked like someone out of a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. Her blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Even though he’d seen all of her the day before, seeing her now was just as exciting to him.

He removed a soft cooler containing two deli sandwiches and placed them on paper plates with some chips. He opened a bottle of wine and poured each of them a glass in the two metal wine tumblers.

“I don’t want this to sound like a cheesy line, but I feel like I’ve known you forever,” Steve said as he handed her wine to her. “I just feel so comfortable and at home around you. You have a kind and comforting spirit about you.”

“I know what you mean, Steve,” Bella replied as her heart warmed at his words. “I’ve felt the same thing. Like I’m somehow safe.”

“To new relationships that feel just right,” Steve said, holding his wine glass up with a smile.

“To new relationships,” Bella replied as she touched her glass to his, wondering where this “relationship” would lead.

The couple enjoyed their lunch while looking out at the view of the lake. The beauty around them paled in comparison to the couple sitting on the blanket as they got to know each other. Steve was a good listener, and he had a knack of asking questions that helped Bella feel comfortable sharing just about anything.

Bella thought to herself as she looked into Steve’s eyes that she could see herself really falling for him. He was sincere and seemed like the type of man she’d always hoped to meet. This date had gone beyond her expectations.

“It’s just around this corner, fucker!” a drunken voice came out of the quiet, startling both of them.

Bella and Steve looked toward the sudden noise to see two men walking around the bend in the trail toward them. Both men looked like they were in their mid to late thirties and had shaggy hair and beards.

The one leading the way was about five-eleven and balding, and he was carrying a heavy paunch that hung over his belt. He was wearing a stained white “wife beater” tank top and dirty jeans, and his wiry chest hair hung over the top of his shirt. He had poorly done tattoos on his arms that looked like they were done in prison. He was carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey that was half empty.

The second guy was about six-one and was wearing a camo shirt and dickey shorts that were sagging slightly. He was a bit bigger than the man in front of him, and he had a slight limp as he strode behind.

“Well well, what do we have here, Bob!” the first man said as he saw Steve and Bella. “Looks like we got us a welcoming party.”

The other man identified as Bob looked at Steve before his eyes drifted over to Bella’s scantily clad body. Bella felt his eyes on her, and she instinctively covered herself with her arms.

“Damn, Joe, and a fine ass party it is!” Bob replied, leering at Bella. “You two mind if we join you?”

“Thanks guys, but we were just finished up here and were about to leave,” Steve said, recognizing their drunkenness and demeanor. “You two can have this place all to yourselves in a second.”

Steve motioned for Bella to get dressed as he packed up his bag quickly. Bella stood and grabbed her shorts to get dressed.

“Oh no, little lady, why don’t you stay here and party with us, and your little yuppy boy can find his way home,” Joe said with a vile smile on his face. “Damn, will you look at those titties!”

“Hey, no need to be rude guys,” Steve said, trying to deescalate the situation while defending Bella. “Be cool, man.”

“Let her speak for herself, bitch ass yuppy boy!” Bob slurred.

“I don’t want any trouble, guys,” Steve said calmly. “We’ll just be on our way.”

“You don’t look like any Bağdatcaddesi Escort trouble at all,” Joe said as he took a swig of his whiskey bottle and then looked at Steve challengingly.

“You two have a good time,” Steve said as he closed his bag.

“How bout you leave your slut with us so we can show her a good time,” Joe snarled as he ogled her body.

Bella hurriedly finished pulling her shorts on and took two steps when Joe’s slimy hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her violently back at him, making her yelp in fear.

Crack! The sound of knuckles meeting jaw bones echoed across the lake as Steve put his full force into a right cross that caught Joe by surprise and landed him on his back unconscious. The whiskey bottle shattered on the rocks, spilling the brown liquid everywhere.

Seeing his friend on his back, Bob stepped forward and raised his fists, ready to fight Steve. Steve assessed the threat. Bob was much bigger than his friend Joe, and Steve no longer had the element of surprise. What he did have was a background in Muay Thai, a blackbelt in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, and knowledge of a limp that favored Bob’s right leg.

“Look man, I don’t want to hurt you,” Steve said to the advancing Bob. “Just let us leave, and you can help your friend here. He never should have laid his hands on the girl. He crossed the line.”

Bob wasn’t hearing it, and all he saw was red. He stepped forward, and Steve was not giving up ground to him. Steve took a fighting stance, and Bob gave up his move with an obvious right haymaker that missed by a mile. Steve sidestepped the punch and leg swept Bob’s right leg, knocking him off his feet and onto the rocky surface below.

Bella watched in fear and then awe as Steve calmly took control of the situation. She’d never been this scared in her life. She looked at Steve’s muscles flexing as he moved like a skilled fighter. Steve mounted Bob quickly and locked his arm in what is known as a Kimora before he even knew what hit him.

“Look Bob, I warned you,” Steve said calmly, not even breaking a sweat. “I don’t want to hurt you, and I easily could right now.”

“Fuck you, motherfucker! Your ass is mine!” Bob grunted, trying to wiggle himself free as Steve easily held on for several long seconds.

Steve applied slight pressure to Bob’s trapped arm, saying, “I don’t think you’re in a position to kick anyone’s ass, Bob. With the slightest flex of my arm, I could break yours right now. Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re going to apologize to the girl for disrespecting her, and then I’m going to get up and leave. You can go help your friend, but don’t even think of coming after us or else. Understood?”

“Okay man, just let me go!” Bob grunted as he looked over at his friend who was starting to stir.

“Um, the lady,” Steve said, nodding toward Bella, who was still trembling from the adrenaline rush.

“I.. I’m sorry, ma’am,” Bob said in a shaking voice.

“Are we cool?” Steve asked calmly.

“Yeah man, okay,” Bob said, slumping in defeat.

Steve let go of Bob’s arm and stood. He collected his backpack and threw it over his shoulder as he reached for Bella’s hand.

“Let’s go,” Steve said with a warm smile.

Bella looked over her shoulder at the two men lying on the ground and then back at Steve. She’d never seen a fight before, and she looked at Steve, wondering how he was able to do what he just did. A few minutes down the trail, Bella finally stopped shaking.

“That was crazy, Steve!” Bella said excitedly. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“I started training when I was ten years old,” Steve replied. “I saw UFC when I was about that age, and I wanted to learn everything I could about the sport. I fell in love with Jiu Jitsu, and I studied Muay Thai as well. I’ve never had to use it until now though.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” Bella smiled. “Those guys were creeps.”

“I really didn’t want to fight them,” Steve said. “Sorry for ruining our date.”

“Who said you ruined it?” Bella grinned as she ran her arm up to Steve’s upper arm and squeezed. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Steve’s own pulse quickened at Bella’s words and touch. She was still clad in her blue bikini top, and the way she was smiling up at him as she held his arm was sending a chill down his spine that went to his groin and tightened his shorts. He hoped she wouldn’t notice as they walked down the trail toward his Jeep.

When they reached the trailhead, Steve opened Bella’s door for her, holding it so she could step inside. She stopped in front of him and stared up into his eyes. She looked so vulnerable and seductive as she stood there waiting. Steve just stood there anticipating her next words.

“Thank you for making me feel safe, Steve,” Bella said in a voice that sounded like an angel as her lips curled up in a sexy smile.

Steve leaned down and brought his lips to hers as they kissed for the very first time.

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“Are you sure Brian won’t mind me moving in with you two?” Bella asked as Steve rolled a dolly loaded with her boxes into his shared apartment.

“Brian is hardly ever here, and I don’t think seeing you around when he is will make him miserable,” Steve said, trying to reassure her.

“I hope not,” Bella said, concerned. “I don’t want it to affect his senior year of football.”

“Seeing my pretty girlfriend is the least of his worries,” Steve laughed. “Plus, he’s hardly ever around with football and everything.

Steve’s roommate, Brian was a football player for a nearby university that was known for its championship football program sending players to the NFL. Despite the assumptions people made about football players, Brian was highly intelligent and held his own in conversations with Steve about science and math.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Bella again asked, concerned she was moving too fast for him. “I mean, we’ve only been dating since June. This is kinda a big deal.”

“Look, Bella, not much is changing. You spend most nights here anyway,” Steve reasoned. “Now you can at least make yourself comfortable, and you are saving a lot of money. Not to mention the fact that I’m head over heels for you and want nothing more than for us to be together.”

“I love you, Steve,” Bella said as she hugged him tightly. “This is going to be fun.”

“You know it will,” Steve said as he pulled her into a deep kiss.

Steve and Bella were inseparable after their first date. They spent the next four months getting to know each other on an intimate level. They both met and were welcomed by each other’s parents, and they seemed like a model American couple with solid values, good looks, and ambitions for the future.

Bella realized early on that she loved sex, and Steve was attentive to her in the bedroom, always leaving her satisfied. She felt safe in his arms and was comfortable exploring this new side of herself with him.

Steve had two girlfriends before meeting Bella, and they both paled in comparison to the beautiful blonde who seemed to mold herself perfectly to him in both a physical and emotional sense. Bella’s vulnerability was infectious, and Steve respected and loved her for trusting him with such a precious gift.

Bella knew she was an attractive woman, but she always thought sex was naughty until she met Steve. She knew she was in love with him from the start, and she trusted him with her heart and body.

Regardless, their sex was fairly vanilla. Bella was shy about giving blow jobs and never let Steve cum in her mouth, thinking it was disgusting. She did enjoy when Steve went down on her, and he loved to please her that way. She enjoyed talking dirty because of the reactions she’d get from Steve.

Bella had conservative religious values, but everything felt okay with Steve. He was so strong yet gentle. Bella never felt more loved and admired than when she was with him. Even though sex before marriage was considered a sin, she felt okay about it knowing how much she loved him.

Bella’s mind drifted to a vision of the two of them as a married couple with their own home and children. She smiled as she thought about the possibilities of their future together. She could imagine herself settling down with Steve. They even went to church together.

Steve and Bella spent the afternoon moving her personal items into Steve’s apartment. The apartment was much more spacious than the one she shared with her previous roommate. Steve smiled to himself as her feminine influence took over the very masculine apartment. She had a knack for putting things in order so they looked nice.

The apartment was located close to the college and in the trendy part of town with quaint brick buildings and lots of fun bars, restaurants, and speakeasies. The apartment itself was fairly large and had a full kitchen, two bedrooms, a shared bathroom, a sectional sofa, and a pool table.

After a long day of moving in, Bella and Steve took a shower and cleaned up for a night out.

Steve and Bella went down to their favorite bar and met up with a group of friends including her best friend, Mia. Steve couldn’t help but imagining her and Bella entwined in a lesbian sexual embrace whenever he saw them together. Their 24 hours of sexual experimentation had often been the subject of conversation during bedtime play for the two of them, and Bella knew how much it drove Steve crazy whenever she’d bring it up.

Bella was wearing an LBD (little black dress) that accentuated her toned curvy body. Her blonde hair and light skin contrasted the black material of the dress sexily, and her ample cleavage spilled over the top.

Mia was wearing a white dress that hugged her curves sexily and contrasted her olive skin and brunette hair. Either one of the women could grab the attention of any room, but the two of them together created an unfair advantage that was unsurmountable by most women. Bella looked at Steve with a naughty smile after she kissed her friend on the lips in a friendly greeting.

“You’re gonna get it later,” Steve told Bella when she broke from talking with Mia.

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“Joey? Honey can you please get ice from the garage? They are going to be here soon.” I said nervously.

“Calm down sweetie, everything is perfect.”

I looked around the sprawling expanse of our new house, in the past two weeks since we closed on it we had done a lot. Fresh paint, pictures hung, almost every light fixture replaced and Joey had moved every piece of furniture three or four times.

We had spent the last ten years working towards this, living in construction zones, then selling and buying up. This one needed the least work, four thousand square feet on one level, huge back patio with a pool and hot tub, sitting on four wooded acres.

Joey was just filling the ice buckets as the bell from the front gate buzzed. Checking the monitor I saw Bill and Crista’s faces smiling at me, I pushed the button to open the gate allowing them in. Tony’s Truck was right behind them.

We had been doing game night every Wednesday for over five years, taking turns hosting. Getting ready for the move and then setting up the house Joey and I had missed the last couple of months and I was so excited to see all our friends again.

Joey opened the door and invited them in. Crista, my best friend ran and threw her arms around me.

“Joley everything looks wonderful, I’m so happy for you and Joey!” she exclaimed.

Her husband Bill was loaded down with a box of liquor in one arm and several bags of snacks in the other.

“JJ, good to see both of you alive and well.” Bill said.

The buzzer sounded again.

Joey opened the gate as I gave Bill and Tony hugs.

“Joley this is Kara.” Tony introduced me to his date of the week.

People who didn’t know him thought Tony was a player, but he just had high standards and hadn’t found miss right yet. In the twelve years I had known him I would guess he had been on a thousand dates and introduced us to a hundred different women. When we lived in the same apartment complex it was a new one every few weeks, since we had started our home buying adventure it was only one a month or so.

I gave the blue haired Kara a hug and welcomed her to our home.

Yes home I thought, this is the first place that actually felt like a home.

Carly her husband John and my besty Samantha came through the door all carrying bags of booze and goodies.

Joey quickly set up the bar with the new offerings and fixed drinks for everyone. Once hugs and handshakes had been delt with we gave everyone a tour of the new place.

The boys adjourned to the patio for a cigar while us women got refills and cought up with each other, trying to include Kara.

The boys came back in smelling slightly like expensive cigar’s.

We all sat around the poker table Joey and I had set up on the dining room table, it was a friendly game with no actual money involved. Each player started with fifty chips.

The booze, laughter and conversation flowed. I really liked when we played poker, it was one of the only games I had a chance of winning, I was terrible at drawing so I sucked at pictionary, and I never seemed to be able to pick the right card for Cards against humanity.

Poker and Monopoly seemed to be the only games I was good at.

Sam was the first person out of chips so she had to perform a chore and get tips to re enter the game. Everyone was ready for fresh drinks so she played bar maid and got five chips from each player. Kara was next and put the frozen pizzas in the oven.

Bill went all in on triple jacks and lost to my straight, he offered up neck and shoulder rubs, the man has magic fingers and I was the first person to take him up on the offer.

The game went on like that for a few hours, the chip stacks growing and shrinking as everyone’s luck changed.

I don’t recall exactly who’s idea it was, maybe Christa but one of the other women suggested we switch to strip poker to liven things up a bit. We discussed it for a few hands figuring out rules.

The game would proceed similarly to before but instead of doing a chore if you wanted more chips then you would sell a piece of clothing to another player. The going rate was twenty-five chips per item.

I admit I was a bit nervous, Joey was the only person who had seen me naked in over twelve years. Of course the nerves got to me and I was out of chips first. Sam took pity on me and bought my socks.

From there things evened out and everyone was playing a bit more carefully. Soon enough though things started to pick up. John was the next victim and lost his shirt. Everyone hooted as he slowly stripped it off.

An hour later and the entire group was missing pieces of clothing, Kara the youngest by far was down Pendik Escort to bra and panties.

Joey was the next looser and Christa bought his pants. Joey never shy stood on his chair and did a bump and grind, shaking his hips as his pants fell to his ankles.

“Better watch out sweetie, another loss and you’ll have nothing left to get back in the game.” I said.

It was just after nine when Carly lost, everyone looked at her, it was bra or panties. I noticed all the guys eyes light up. She had the smallest tits of all and a very curvy fit figure.

“I’ll give you fifty for your panties.” Her husband John piped up.

Following Joey’s lead she stood on her chair and turned her back to the table, bending at the waist she very slowly pealed her high cut panties down pausing every few inches putting on a show. When her butt was uncovered she wiggled her hips. Everyone got a good look at her firm ass and a peek of her pouty pussy lips before she dropped the slip of lavender nylon on Johns head.

We all cheered as she turned around and took a bow. Her pubic hair was trimmed in a heart.

Samantha was next and decided she was going to lose her bra, she stood and unclipped her front latch which popped open under the stress of her DD’s. I know that Joey had been wanting to see those beauties for years and wasn’t surprised that he paid fifty chips for her bra which she threw at him before giving a few bounces.

Everyone was down to one item someone was soon going to be the first one naked.

I was getting a little turned on by all the sexy bodies sitting around the table, reaching out I put my hand in Joey’s lap and gave his hard cock a squeeze through his boxers.

John lost next, he was very distracted by Kara and Carly sitting on either side. He sucked it up and stood on his chair. Bill ever the comedian started riffing 70’s porn music.

John quickly dropped his boxer briefs and his rather nice looking dick stuck straight out. In the light from the chandelier I could see a glistening drop of precome oozing from the slit.

Tony lost next and did a little dance as he lost his shorts. He wasn’t bashful at all when he delivered my prize, walking up to me holding the folded briefs on both palms like a tray.

With a deep bow “Milady.”

Crista was next, she had lost her panties baring her shaved quim almost an hour before. Standing she took off her bra and then did a handstand, spreading her legs wide, her cunt shined with girl cream.

I was glad to know I wasn’t the only one turned on by being naked with others.

When Kara lost her panties we saw she had a tattoo of a stick figure pushing a mower above her bare mons.

We were all ready for a break. It’s a good thing that each of the three bedrooms had it’s own bathroom because that’s the first thing we all needed after so many drinks.

We slowly gathered on the patio where cigars were being passed around, sitting on Sam’s lap I puffed at a cigar Joey passed to me. Looking around I noticed that the guys erections had faded, not completely but no one was rock hard any longer.

Leaning back I held the cigar for Samantha to take a puff, her large boobs were soft against my bare back, her nipples felt extremely hot burning two points into my skin.

I felt a jolt in my pussy as she seemed to press against me harder.

After the cigars were gone we headed back to the poker game.

Thinking about Sams hot nipples caused me to lose next. I got up on my chair and from there stepped on the table. Keeping to one side to avoid the chandelier I did a little striptease as I gave everyone a good look at my naked body. As I danced I felt a drop of cunt juice run down the inside of my thigh. Joey reached out and caught it with his fingertip, then licked it off.

I could see the game coming to a close since most of us were out, not having anything left to trade for chips.

Kara was whispering in Tony’s ear.

“No I don’t think that’s a good idea.” he said to her.

Christa asked “What’s not a good idea?”

“Kara suggested that we could go back to doing things to earn more chips”

We all fell silent for a few moments while the idea sunk in.

The chips were divided fairly evenly between Joey, Bill, Samantha, and Carly.

I whispered in Joey’s ear “I’ll suck your cock for thirty seconds for fifty chips.”

Joey looked at me for a few seconds before nodding. He rolled his chair back from the table and I got on my knees in front of him, I reached into his fly and eased his hardening dick out before licking the tip. Everyone stood up to get a better view as I forced all eight inches into my mouth and throat. Pendik Escort Bayan I swallowed several times to get past my gag reflex before starting to bob my head. Joey counted out loud to thirty. I tucked his penis back in and looking at everyone staring at me I licked my lips and said Mmmmm.

Christa pushed Bills chair back and copied me earning her way back into the game.

Tony whispered in Kara’s ear and at her nod turned to Sam “Hey beautiful can we earn some chips?”

Samantha just rolled her chair back and cupped her impressive tits lifting them. Her nipples had turned to stone at the mere suggestion. Tony and Kara got on their knees each one taking a breast. Tony dove right in sucking her offered bud between his lips, Kara tentatively licked the morsel with the tip of her tongue.

Sam moaned in pleasure as the two worked her chest over.

Carly stood and pushed John’s chair back and turned to face the table, pulling the crotch of her panties to the side she grabbed his hard dick and guided it into her slick tunnel. Slowly she raised herself up until I could see that just the tip was encased. Then slid back down, over and over she fucked herself until she was shaking with her impending orgasm. John lifted her off before she reached climax.

To this day I don’t know if he did it to stop her coming or to stop himself.

Joey spoke up “Okay if we want to continue I think we should have a few rules. Since the chips were well spread out this time it wasn’t that complicated, but that might not happen again. Is everyone okay with this and maybe things getting a bit strange?”

I thought about it for a few minutes and so did everyone else.

“I’m okay with it for now but reserve the right to call it off if anyone gets uncomfortable.” Bill said.

Everyone shook their heads in agreement.

Joey went on. “We need a time limit. thirty seconds or a minute sound okay?”

John having recovered from his wife’s attack “Yes a minute should be good any longer and you know.”

Everyone laughed.

Joey got up and grabbed the egg timer from the kitchen.

The chips were paid off and we started playing again, now everyone was torn on weather to try and win or lose.

Samantha was doing really well and when I ran out of chips again I just had to play with her breasts, I have been fascinated with them since we met, always a cup size or more than I had.

I asked Joey to get our massage table from the closet, he set it up in front of the patio windows. While he was doing that I ran to our bedroom and got a bottle of raspberry warming lotion.

Sam lay face up on the table and I straddled her waist, my dripping cunny leaving a wet spot on her panties.

Kara started the timer and said”GO!”

I squeezed the bottle leaving drips all over Sam’s chest. Dropping the bottle on the floor my hands descended on the massive tits rubbing the lotion in. Samantha squealed as her mamories heated up. Once the lotion was spread I leaned in and blew on her right nipple, the hard nub got even harder as it went from hot to cold. I repeated it on the left causing her to moan in anticipation. I bent down and sucked the right nipple into my mouth, nibbling at the sensitive bud, my right hand cupping her other tit and pinching her extended nipple.

I new Samantha loved having her nipples and breasts toyed with, she had told me that she could come just from that if done right. And right was rough, so I didn’t hold back, biting her and twisting her nipples. Sam was moaning and begging me to suck harder when Kara called “Time!”

As I crawled off the table I could see and smell our combined juices soaking her maroon panties. I was so tempted to lick them but fought off the urge.

It was not quite midnight when everyone was finally naked.

We disposed of the chips taking the game to the next level. Now we agreed that the winner of each hand would get to choose one of the others for five minutes of fun.

Tony won the next hand and looked at me with a sly grin.

“Joey has been bragging about your oral talents for years, and now that I have kinda seen it first hand I would like to experience it.”

I went over to where he had positioned his chair, where everyone could get a good view and dropped to my knees.

I held his cock in one hand and bent down, starting at his taint I used just the tip of my tongue to trace the underside to the tip. Tony groaned throwing his head back. I cupped his balls with my free hand and ran my tongue over them before sucking them one at a time into my mouth. The precome was flowing liberally from the slit and I used it to lubricate the head running my thumb Escort Pendik around the tip. His hips were jerking as I took him into my mouth, then forced him into my throat. I absolutely loved the feeling of a good hard dick in my mouth, and Tony was like velvet covered stone.

My nose pressed tight to his pubic bone I used my throat muscles to massage him as I ran my tongue over his shaft.

Being a competitive diver in highschool and college I could easily hold my breath for more than three minutes, I didn’t have to come up for air.

I knew just keeping him deep in my mouth wouldn’t make him come so when John called time I released him. Tony’s cock was a deep red-purple with pulsing veins snaking along the surface. I stood and kissed him hard on the lips snaking my tongue into his mouth.

Everyone applauded except Tony he just sat there head thrown back, eyes closed and his angry looking dick jerking.

All in all things were pretty tame, most people going for oral or a little breast play between the women. I think everyone was a bit scared of taking things to the next level, myself included.

Joey won the next hand and took my hand, this was the first time anyone had picked a spouse. He led me over to the massage table and laid me on my back ass right at the edge. Holding me behind the knees and spreading me wide he positioned his dick at the opening of my fuck hole, he said go and slammed into me. Everyone crowded around the table watching.

“Okay everyone join in.” he said.

I felt hands everywhere on my body, stroking my skin, soft lips caressing my own as Crista kissed me our tongues twisting around each other’s. fingers pinched and twisted my nipples before mouths took over, nibbling at the tender flesh. A finger started stroking my clit as Joey long stroked me.

He pulled out and then I felt pressure on my tight sphincter. I tried to tell him no but Crista’s mouth was tight against mine.

I was well lubed from all the pussy juice running down my ass crack and I grunted as the head of his wonderful cock forced it’s way in. Now that my cunt was empty two fingers slipped in rubbing my G spot as Joey forced his way deeper.

I had never felt so full or so happy, his cock made my ass burn but it was a good burn as it always was when he fucked my ass.

The finger on my clit was replaced with a tongue. My orgasm was building, suddenly I was worried about the timer, it had to be close to five minutes.

Someone placed their dick in my hand, I started jerking it, my other hand found a tit and I grabbed the nipple.

Crista pulled her mouth from mine, gutteral groans escaping my now free lips.

“Oh fuck, Joey fuck my ass, Oh God!”

A shadow fell across my face and then a dripping cunt was over my mouth. I let go of the dick and nipple and reached for whoever’s hips, pulling her down to my mouth. I sunk my tongue deep in the sweet hole before searching for her clit. when I found it I sucked it into my mouth battering it with my tongue.

Weight shifted on the table and suddenly there was a cock buried in the pussy I was eating. I licked them both as they fucked.

My orgasm hit hard and I screamed my pleasure into the cunt on my face. Joey started fucking my ass harder, I could tell he was about to come. His strokes started to become jerky as he started to come he slammed into me and I could feel his cock pulse with each jet of hot come coating my colon.

The pussy above me started to pour sweet nectar into my mouth and over my face. The cock jerked and filled her with come.

Joey and the other man pulled out and the woman collapsed on me.

When I caught my breath I could hear the sounds of sex, hips slapping together, moans, and screams.

Opening my eyes I saw a pink pussy starting to drip creamy white come, sticking my tongue out I licked it up. Wanting more I pulled her back and swirled my tongue in her dripping hole.

She started rubbing her cunt on my lips as she attacked my cunt with her mouth and fingers.

We both came again together, howling our release.

When I had caught my breath again I pushed at her hip signaling her to get off. she slipped to the side and turned around wrapping her arms around me crushing her tits to mine and kissed me.

When our kiss broke I looked up, Joey was still supporting my legs half off the table, lying next to me was Kara.

I tried to stand but my legs weren’t ready, Joey held me up and to a chair.

On the floor a few feet away John had his cock in Crista and Tony was fucking her mouth like a pussy. Bill had Carly bent over the back of the couch and was driving his dick deep in her cunt. I didn’t see Samantha and stood to look for her, she was on the couch with Carly’s tongue buried in her snatch.

Looking at the clock over the fireplace I saw it was after two in the morning.

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Chapter Three: Hard Mode

He’d been playing his adult version of Tag for nearly a year when the balance of pleasure and guilt began to tilt. It started with him thinking with heavy frequency about the night he had finally won at Tag, which itself evolved into thoughts of how things might have gone differently if he hadn’t woken up on the swing when he did, how the memories of that night would have gone from some of the greatest pleasure he’d ever felt to a nightmare of incriminations from neighbors seeing him passed out naked in his yard. Ryan thought the change in his attitude toward this memory might have something to do with the fact that Leslie was having to take more frequent trips, and that because he was playing more regularly he could struggle through the orgasmic novelty of the Game and see how horrible a man he’d really become in choosing to play it.

There came a day when Leslie was leaving and he finally decided he was going to stop. He would answer the door, thank whatever women were gathered outside for all the amazing experiences, and tell them that they couldn’t come in that night, that he was going to become a better person and treat his wife like a husband should.

Not that he’d stopped loving her because of his escapades; on the contrary, his experiences with the Game had made him a better lover. His endurance was up, he’d learned all sorts of new tricks, and he was much more giving since he got all the taking he wanted on the days when Leslie was away. Leslie had commented on all these changes, but he doubted she could ever have guessed where they came from. He doubted anyone could have guessed at the tremendous turn his life had taken.

But these small benefits to his wife’s sex life had too high a cost, not just for the safety of their marriage: as much as he was able to enjoy himself during rounds of Tag, and as pleasant as the memories all were, there had without a doubt been a significant increase in his anxiety levels over the year he’d been participating in this game. There were too many reasons to stop playing.

So when the knock came at the door the next time Leslie was out of town, he was still in his jeans and a T-shirt, socks and underwear on, with several lights on throughout the ground floor. He walked slowly to the front door, and only opened it halfway, standing with one hand on the doorknob and one on the door frame.

That night Tori, Diamond, Nadya, Alexis, and Aimee stood on his porch in their tan coats. Tori’s eyebrow lifted up immediately at the sight of him blocking the door and she grinned slightly.

“Something wrong, Ryan?”

“Yes. I’ve been wrong to do this. I want to thank all of you for everything you’ve done for me this past year. It’s all been amazing, definitely. And in a perfect world it could go on forever. But for the good of my marriage, and for my own good, it has to stop. You can’t come here anymore.”

Ryan nodded definitively, proud of himself for getting it all out there, for committing to becoming a better person no matter how difficult it had been. He eyed them each in turn, that pride turning into a smile on his face as he watched the confusion spread across theirs.

Across all their faces except Tori’s. Her smile widened, and as it did so Ryan felt flutters of anxiety returning to his stomach.

“You… you should all go now,” he said, much less certainty in his voice this time.

“Oh, Ryan. You know all the written rules, but you managed to miss the biggest, most obvious implied rule there is,” Tori said, shaking her head and chuckling.

“What do you mean?” Ryan asked, but he was already beginning to understand what she meant.

“You can’t just stop,” Nadya said, a smile beginning to play across her lips, too.

“You start playing, you keep playing,” Tori said. “And if you stop, all that footage gets released. You chose to play because you wanted to. You either keep playing just because you want to, or you keep playing because we’re blackmailing you, but also, deep down, because really, you want to. Now stop jerking us around and let us in so we can jerk you around.”

Mouth hanging open ever so slightly, Ryan stepped back from the door. All five women filed in, dropping their coats in the hallway. He silently shut the door and followed them into the living room.

Tori said, “Now, because you look so shocked and playing the game this way gives us a very unfair advantage, in the anxious state I’m sure your penis is in, you just sit back on the couch and let us have our fun with you. No need for time limits or anything like that. Let this one be our gift, our peace offering for the turmoil you must be feeling right now.”

True to her word, after Ryan settled onto the couch all five women crowded in on him. Alexis knelt on the couch beside him and pressed her big natural breasts against one side of his face while Nadya knelt on his other side and pressed her big fake breasts on the other. Tori, Diamond, and Aimee, meanwhile, took up positions on the floor, with Diamond going low between his İçerenköy Escort legs and starting to lick his balls while Tori and Aimee leaned over his thighs and worked his shaft, taking turns making it disappear down their throats, or making out around it, or licking it up and down, all out of sight while four large tits enveloped Ryan’s head, a wealth of flesh he got lost in for the fifteen minutes he managed to hold up against their onslaught, at the end of which all five women huddled in at his feet and begged for him to give them each some of his cum while they took turns diving in hands, tongues, and tits to make it happen. In the end they all did get some, their hands working to pull his twitching cock towards each of their faces or chests once it started unloading.

The only one who said anything to Ryan after they were done was Tori. She sat down on the couch next to him, still naked, and began massaging his spent balls. “It was good of you to try and be a better husband. None of us think any less of you for that. But don’t go getting any ideas: These balls are as much ours now as they are hers. And we won’t forgive them trying to leave us.”

Tori gave his cock one last kiss that night before leaving Ryan alone on the couch, naked and confused.

It was a few months and a few rounds of the Game later that the next memorable night happened. The ones in-between had been a tense, uncertain blur of guilt, fear, and pleasure. He had taken his pleasure with a forceful abandon, in his heart trying to think of them only as living sex toys to try and decrease the distraught baggage they carried for him, barely ever thinking of the nicknames he gave to the handful of new women who’d come to his house during that time.

There’d been a night where his disconnection from the women in the game had almost scared him, if not for the dazed smiles of pleasure and the almost drunken kisses that had come after.

It was a smaller night, with only Alina, Aimee, Nadya, and a first-time petite brunette white woman he eventually called Sasha showing up at his door. Ryan eyed up the four thin women, with Nadya the only one over a B-cup and her sculpted breasts seeming all the larger for the comparison; but it was Sasha who held his attention, a wry grin on her face and a mischievous look shining in her brown eyes just before Aimee turned out the lights and the Game began.

Ryan began the game almost casually now compared to the frantic hunt with which he had played when it had first started. He rushed with no excitement, just animal desire that needed to be fulfilled. When he found Nadya he rubbed his cock between her tits and lips just to get himself hard, then took her blowjob almost as a means to an end, to get himself off and end the night. He enjoyed it, he couldn’t avoid that, but the joy with which he’d participated was gone.

Aimee tagged him and they were gone. He sought the women out again, seeking until he found Alina and got a blowjob from her. This went on for almost two minutes in the second floor office, until Sasha came through the door. So early in the game Ryan didn’t feel like trying to run, so he closed his eyes and let Alina keep going as Sasha crossed the room to them.

The movement he felt was not the movement he’d been expecting, though. Alina’s mouth stayed on him but shuffled around, and he could feel her grunt of surprise through his balls. When he opened his eyes he saw her still kneeling in front of him, brow furrowed in confusion, with Sasha kneeling behind her. When Ryan leaned forward he saw that Sasha had yanked Alina’s arms behind her and was tying them together, looping rope around her forearms. Sasha looked up in the middle of her work and into Ryan’s eyes, biting her lip with a grin spreading across her face.

“She can’t tag you if she can’t move her arms,” Sasha said as she finished up. She grabbed another piece of rope from the floor next to her and started tying Alina’s ankles. When she was done she stepped around Alina and tagged Ryan. “Lie down now,” she said, guiding Ryan down onto his back. Once he was there, she went back to where Alina was stuck sitting on her heels, and slowly tilted her forward, sliding her a little bit so that when she was toppled over her mouth landed directly on Ryan’s erection.

Ryan watched, shocked, as Sasha gave Alina’s ass a little slap and slipped out of the room. Even tied down, Alina continued slipping her tongue around Ryan’s dick and shifting her head around while he counted to thirty. He continued an extra thirty before rolling Alina off of him and leaving her lying sideways on the floor.

His attention firmly caught, Ryan walked out of the study and closed the door behind him, leaving Alina alone in there while he got back to looking. He moved with a bit more energy to his step, through the bedrooms on the second floor and then up to the third floor, to the office, where Ryan found Aimee already tied up in an office chair. Ryan walked across the room to her, spinning the chair so she could face him full-on before he Escort İçrenköy tagged the side of her head and drew her face forward to his cock. She didn’t hesitate to take him in and begin sucking at him as hard as if she hadn’t been tied down by another of the players.

When Sasha came into the room she whispered, “Let’s carry her down to the other office, then you can go find the last one and we can all have fun together.” She made sure not to tag him as they worked together to life Aimee up and carry her light body down the stairs, where they laid her next to Alina so they were facing each other. This time when Sasha tagged him, she made sure to settle both Alina’s and Aimee’s faces onto his hips in reach of his cock so that he only had to push a little to wrap both of their lips around him while he counted to sixty again.

Nadya was crouched behind the dining room table, and when Ryan found her he decided to make sure she could get away so that he could catch her on the second floor, already thinking ahead on his plans to carry her into the second floor study. He caught her towards the top of the stairs, her upper half bent over onto the second floor hallway with her legs stretching down the stairs so he only had to take two steps up and crouch down to slide into her exposed pussy and begin fucking her. He was fucking her, but he was watching out for Sasha the whole minute he was in her. Sasha came sauntering down the hall, ropes in hand, smiling at Ryan over Nadya’s back. She crouched down over Nadya’s head, spreading her legs so Ryan could see all her pussy’s details as she started fingering her clit over the blonde hair between her legs. Then she dropped to her knees, leaning forward so she could push Nadya’s arms behind her back, leaving Nadya wordlessly lying flat on her big boobs that squished out on either side of her chest while Sasha tied her arms behind her back.

Ryan pulled out of Nadya and helped her up the stairs, walking her into the study with Sasha trailing behind so that she could tie Nadya’s ankles together and set the woman down on the floor next to Alina and Aimee. The three women all watched curiously as Sasha tagged Ryan’s shoulder.

With a grin she said, “Come get me, big guy.” As he reclined on the floor Sasha crouched over him, dropping more rope next to him and showing her pussy off again, fingering herself again, a drop of fluid slipping away and landing on his chin as Ryan looked at the countdown on his watch, waiting to reach up and tug that pussy down to his mouth.

Two seconds before he was cleared to reach for those thighs she leapt up and started to rush across the room, saying, “Come get me! I need to be punished. I’ve been so naughty, breaking so many rules!”

Then she was out of the room and he could hear her running down the hall. Ryan sprinted after her, hard cock bouncing as he gave chase. She was still talking over her shoulder at him, saying, “I broke the rules, I need to be punished, no matter what I say!”

The words swirled through his head as he reached out to grab her wrist, pulling Sasha towards him. The words clicked even as she started struggling against his grip, little tits bouncing and brown hair flying as she tried to pull away from him, now saying, “No! Let me go!” She managed to twist free and continue on down the hall, rounding onto the third floor stairs as Ryan ran after her, eyes focused on her tight bouncing cheeks as she hurried away from him.

When Ryan caught her ankle at the top of the stairs she stumbled and landed on her hands and knees, crawling away from him with her ass poked high in the air. Ryan stalked after her, finally dropping down and grabbing her hips to pull her back to him, her pussy soaking wet as he slid easily into her, grabbing her by the hair and pushing her face against the hallway rug, slamming her as hard as he could so that the rug beneath her began sliding beneath her frantic hands.

“No! No, stop!” she shouted, and Ryan pulled out, standing away from her. Sasha rolled over onto her back, frowning up at him and said, “Hey, what did I tell you? Don’t stop, whatever I say! And if you want to rough me up some, feel free. No safe words, just go to town.”

Still, she rolled over and pulled herself to her feet against the wall. This time, feeling more comfortable with the game she was playing, Ryan grabbed Sasha by her hair, spinning her around and pushing her against the wall. He held her there by the throat while he fondled her little tit, the wet tip of his penis rubbing against her belly. Still holding her by the neck Ryan slid his hand down and forced his fingers between her thighs, slipping them between her lips and digging them until her pussy, getting them wet before he started rubbing roughly at her clit.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a mask of fear slipping over the satisfaction on her face. “No, don’t do that! I don’t–ooh – I don’t want to get off! Oh g–please no!” She moaned again, her legs giving slightly beneath her, settling her throat deeper onto his hand.

“I tell your little slut İçerenköy Escort Bayan pussy what it can and can’t do, and I say cum for me!” Ryan hissed at her between clenched teeth, gripping her throat harder and fingering her faster.

“Please! Please – oh fuck–please… pl–AHH!” she screamed suddenly as her body started shaking in his hands. As soon as she started quivering he let go of her throat and slapped her lightly across the face.

“See? You do what I say!” Ryan grabbed her by the hair and pulled her toward the stairs. “And I say you’re going to go lick some holes!” He dragged her down to the second floor; she held onto his wrist with one hand and slapped his back with the other as he pulled her into the office.

The other three women had hardly moved, except that Alina had somehow shuffled over to stick her face between Nadya’s legs. The taller woman was writhing on the floor, her legs under her in such a way that her pelvis stuck up into the air for the littler Asian woman to tongue.

Ryan tossed Sasha onto the floor behind Alina and said, “See, she’s being a good little girl. Reward her. Lick her off.” Sasha listened, slowly crawling across the distance to Alina, who propped herself onto her knees with her hands still tied behind her back so that she had to put half her weight onto her face, which itself was buried between Nadya’s legs. Staying on her own hands and knees, Sasha craned her neck back to plant her face between Alina’s cheeks and start licking her pussy.

Keeping a close eye on her, Ryan went over and grabbed the ropes. Thinking for a moment, he walked back over and wrapped one end around Sasha’s neck, knotting it carefully so it wouldn’t choke her then keeping hold of the other end when he walked around to crouch over Nadya and dip his cock into her moaning mouth. He stayed in there while she licked at his shaft, until he heard Alina’s telling moans. He stood up and walked over to Alina in the seconds before she got off, deciding to tie the other end of Sasha’s rope around Alina’s neck, tying it just tight enough to hold Sasha’s face against Alina’s pussy even after she had moaned her orgasm for the whole room to hear.

“Again. Get her off again,” Ryan said, rounding Sasha to spank her before returning to Nadya. Grabbing her under the arms, he pulled her away from Alina, then turned her around so she was face-to-face with where Alina’s head had slid to the floor. The two started making out for a moment, until Ryan grabbed Alina under the shoulders and dragged her forward, forcing her and Sasha to shuffle ahead until Alina’s whole body was over Nadya’s. Then Ryan untied Nadya’s ankles, spreading her legs so that her pussy was wide open for Alina to return to licking from a new angle. Ryan shoved her head down roughly, forcing her mouth against Nadya’s pussy while Ryan forced his cock into it. He could feel Alina’s tongue slipping and sliding against his shaft as he thrust into Nadya, while he watched Sasha’s face buried between Alina’s cheeks continue to move back and forth.

Still holding Alina’s face down with one hand, Ryan reached over to where Aimee was still lying, watching the whole show, and without forethought put one hand on her throat, holding it just tight enough to feel the skin giving beneath his grip, just tight enough for the pressure to build even heavier at the base of his cock, just tight enough for a flash of excitement in Aimee’s eyes as she started rubbing her thighs together, the only movement she had available to pleasure herself.

After Nadya finished quivering around him and her body relaxed somewhat, Ryan pulled out of her and slid over, keeping his hand on Aimee’s throat and jamming his cock into it, one hand squeezing the nipple of her tiny breast as he shoved her head against the floor with his hips. He reached from Aimee’s nipple and slid his fingers into Nadya’s pussy, shoving them in hard and fast to help Alina give her another quicker, smaller orgasm. When Alina started to lift her head up, again, without forethought, Ryan reached up and slapped her lightly across the face.

“You don’t stop getting her off, either.” He slid himself out of Aimee’s mouth, picked up the ropes that had held Nadya’s ankles together, and slid them under Nadya’s waist, looping them once around her hips and then circling them around Alina’s neck, tying her face against Nadya’s pussy. Alina giggled at her new position, and then screamed loudly as Sasha’s tongue got her off again.

Ryan stood and picked up Aimee. She squealed in excitement as Ryan swung her through the air, and then looked up confused as he draped her over Sasha’s back, her head hanging over Sasha’s butt and her legs stretching across onto Alina’s back. Her head hanging upside down, Ryan knelt beside Sasha and stuck his dick back into Aimee’s mouth. His hand was back on her throat, holding onto Sasha’s hip, using Sasha’s body to pull Aimee’s throat down around his shaft. Her throat bulged as he dug deep into her, and he could see tears rolling up her face as he gagged her. Ryan pulled out for her to catch her breath and slapped his cock against her forehead. He was on the edge, he could feel it, but he was too wired, there was too much at offer, and he couldn’t just shoot his load down Aimee’s throat. He wanted something more out of that night.

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Unorthodox Methods, First Dose

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*Author’s note — if you enjoy the Ambushed series, here’s a little tale about a psychologist using that same aphrodisiac for therapy purposes.

**********

“Thank you all for coming. Now that we’re all here, let’s get started.”

Dr. Christopher Kapule seated himself comfortably between two of his clients and looked around the circle of chairs. Four couples stared back at him with expressions ranging from apathy to mild interest. His dark Hawaiian features were warmly gentle, conveying a mixture of reassurance and confidence. A psychologist who specializes in marriage counseling, Chris had built a successful practice in Colorado before embarking on a more ambitious — and experimental — form of therapy. His endless networking in community and mental health circles guaranteed a steady stream of clients, and the group before him represented a small handful of the couples he was currently counseling using standard and approved methods. However, he was about to propose a new program of treatment for the assembled couples that was anything but orthodox.

A plain-looking, easy-going man in his early forties, Chris frequently chafed under the stringent guidelines imposed on counseling services in the United States. His novel approach was as much an act of rebellion as it was a genuine concern for his clients. He was tall, lean, and still boasting a full head of pitch-black hair. His colleagues teased him about dying his shaggy mop, but Chris could honestly admit that the frost hadn’t touched his head yet. He was Hawaiian born, although only his mother was ethnically Hawaiian. His father had been a fair-skinned navy pilot of mixed European ancestry who died in an accident when Chris was very young. Based on his mother’s recollections, the only characteristics Chris had inherited from his father were blue eyes, a love of flying, and a distaste for rules.

“Now,” he began, glancing around and smiling. “Before anyone freaks out: no, this is not a group therapy session.”

Chuckles sounded around the circle, and Chris noted that several members of the group visibly relaxed.

“Every year I offer four couples the opportunity to take part in a special program, an experimental form of therapy that is somewhat outside the bounds of everyday counseling. The program runs for two weeks, and during that time you are free to relax and enjoy yourselves as you wish, at my treat.”

“I’m not following you,” Andrew Lee spoke up, frowning. He was of mixed Asian-European ancestry, good-looking and intelligent, with an advanced degree in engineering and a well-paid job with a private firm outside Boulder. “What do you mean, ‘my treat?’ Are we going somewhere?”

Chris nodded. “An old friend of mine owns a small island off the coast of Costa Rica. For most of the year, it’s a vacation resort for the rich and shameless.” More chuckles. “During the hottest month, though, he allows me the run of the place, and I’ve been using it as an ideal setting for my latest therapy techniques. The island is exceptionally beautiful — a true tropical paradise — although I don’t have the money to staff it properly for your needs. In other words, if someone poops in the pool, we have to clean it up ourselves.”

“Sounds pretty isolated,” Davon Michaels muttered after the laughter died down, a slight frown on his face. Davon was ex-military, and he worked as an analyst for a big insurance firm. He was a light-skinned, shorter-than-average Black man who kept himself fit and muscular. Chris suspected he was slightly obsessive-compulsive, but the more charitable could argue that he was simply a highly organized individual.

“It is isolated,” Chris agreed smoothly. “It’s a very small island, though, only about five square miles. You fly into San José and stay the night at the Holiday Inn near the airport. I’ll pick you up the next morning. We’ll head down to Punta Morales, pile in my friend’s boat, and within a few hours you’re baking in the sun on a lovely tropical beach with a cool drink.”

“And this is therapy?” Trina Lee asked, incredulous and amused. She was a swarthy beauty of Middle Eastern descent, petite and fiery of temperament. She had pulled her long black hair back into a ponytail, and she was fidgeting with one of the rips in her ‘distressed’ jeans. Chris knew what the fiddling fingers meant; she and Andrew had been fighting before they arrived.

“The therapy is . . . built-in, you might say,” Chris replied carefully. “Each of you will have an itinerary, a list of ‘tasks’ that you will need to accomplish each day. Here’s the catch, though: you won’t be paired with your spouse when you are assigned a task. You’ll go in pairs, maybe a small group of three or four, but your partner probably won’t be in it. The mornings and evenings are yours to do as you wish, but from 11am to 5pm, you must take part in the activities I assign.”

The group quietly absorbed his words, glancing at the others around the circle.

“I’ll cover the costs of the hotel rooms at the airport, and the island will be stocked with food, drink, and most anything else you might need. All you must do is pay your airfare and secure passports if you don’t already have one. Bring bathing suits, shorts, tank tops, sunscreen, sandals, and some decent hiking shoes, and you’ll be fine. There will be two others on the island with us. My brother’s wife Adalia is familiar with the resort, and she’ll try to help you find anything you might need, like, oh, extra towels for the bathrooms, that sort of thing. My old friend Jeru will also be there. He owns the island, so he can handle any difficulty that might arise. He’s also an outstanding cook, and he happily volunteers every year to play chef for my little venture.”

There was an uncertain pause around the group as they considered his proposal. “So why us?” Rebecca Daniels asked carefully, her suspicious eyes boring into Chris’s face. “I don’t know any of the people here, and they don’t know me. I don’t mean any offense to any of you, but I don’t usually take a vacation with strangers, especially to such an isolated location. All kinds of things can go wrong with this arrangement.” Chris knew Rebecca didn’t trust him. She had recently suggested to her husband that they find another therapist. Chris was, frankly, at a loss to understand her animosity toward him. Rebecca was a former champion swimmer, good enough to compete for the Olympics team, although she hadn’t made the final cut. Her form had filled out into plenty of curves after she stopped swimming competitively, and she now appeared to be the stereotypical buxom blonde. Rebecca was far from the bimbo her appearance might suggest, however. She was an intelligent, successful businesswoman, owning a small but popular clothing franchise that had just recently celebrated the opening of its fifth store in Denver.

Now it was Chris’s turn to pause. He glanced around the circle again. He couldn’t tell them the complete truth. A critical factor in offering this opportunity to these couples over his other clients was their physical allure. Andrew and his little wife Trina both had an exotic, multicultural attractiveness that was almost mesmerizing. Davon was pure muscle, and his wife Kiandra was as small as Trina but more voluptuous, owning the typical ‘Black-woman’ curves. Together, they were an urbane, impeccably dressed, and charmingly polite African American couple. Bald, charismatic, and overweight Chance was a jocular counterpoint to his disagreeable but beautiful Rebecca, and tall, willowy Samantha had the hippy good looks of yesteryear, a perfect complement to her long-haired rocker husband Deacon. These four couples were the most attractive clients he was currently treating, and his unusual program seemed to achieve better results when his clients possessed an above-average degree of desirability. He couldn’t tell them that, of course, but fortunately he could share with them a more important factor in inviting them.

“I can’t tell you everything that went into your selection because that would have an influence on the outcome,” he replied truthfully. “Look, many people seek counseling to repair their marriages, and I hate to admit it, but all too often it’s abundantly apparent right at the outset that I won’t be able to help them. Other times, it’s a quick, easy fix and the marriage is back on track. Then there are the borderline cases. I call them ‘borderline’ because they could so easily go one way or the other, it just takes a little nudge. All of you represent my current borderline cases. It’s frustrating for me because each of you genuinely love your partner. If you doubt that, don’t. After over six months working with all of you, I can make that claim with confidence.”

There was some uncomfortable shuffling of feet.

“The problems you face in your marriages have more to do with outside pressures than inner conflicts. Those pressures, however, are not easy to resolve, thus difficulties manifest in your marriage. You haven’t separated before now because it’s just not easy to throw away years of sincere love and affection for each other. Andrew and Trina feel very strong ties to their families, yet their families, unfortunately, actively disapprove of and try to undermine their marriage over a variety of racial and religious disagreements. A collapsing business and financial troubles are testing the bonds between Deacon and Samantha. Davon is still haunted by his experiences as a soldier, and Kiandra is at her wit’s end trying to cope. Chance and Rebecca battle over too much work and not enough play.” Chris spread his hands in a gesture of sympathy. “You all have legitimate challenges testing your marriages, and you are all committed to overcoming those challenges.”

He noted a few flushed faces, and he held up his hand to prevent an outburst.

“That’s privileged information, by the way,” he added wryly, squinting around the circle. “Please don’t share that outside this group. You’re right, Rebecca. You don’t know them, and they don’t know you. You all have something very powerful in common, however, and in my experience that’s usually enough to start a friendly conversation, at least. In any event, you don’t have to all become friends. You just have to occasionally work together on some projects that I hope you find interesting. I really think this treatment might be just the thing to tip you over into the ‘recovery’ zone and save your marriages.”

“How many other couples have gone through this treatment?” Chance asked curiously.

“I’ve taken eight couples out to the island in the past two years, and seven of them are still together. That’s a darn good success rate.”

“Not a large sample size,” Chance chuckled, running his hand over his shaved head. “You aren’t going to get that published.”

“Not yet,” Chris laughed agreeably. “I need more data. Still, it bodes well. I’ll give you the phone numbers of two couples who consented to speak to future clients, and you can ask them whatever you like. They can’t disclose everything, of course, but they should be able to put your mind at ease.”

Samantha had leaned back in her chair, her vivid, tired green eyes lost in thought. “It would be so excellent to sit on a beach and forget about life for a while,” she sighed. “I so need this.”

Deacon was nodding while she spoke. “Damn right,” he murmured, reaching out to hold her hand briefly.

“I’m not thrilled with being separated from my husband during couples counseling, though,” Rebecca growled, folding her arms defensively. “Defeats the whole point, doesn’t it?”

“Well, we could consider it a mini-vacation from our spouses,” Kiandra pointed out, smiling apologetically at her husband. “Sounds like we could use that break.”

Chris broke in to forestall any further conversation. “If you want to talk it over among yourselves, that’s fine, but I have another session starting in fifteen minutes. I’ve left all the details for the trip in the folders on the desk over there. If you’re in, call the number in the folder and I’ll make the arrangements. I need to know by the end of next week, so don’t get sidetracked by life’s little struggles. I really hope you’ll agree to go. I’m convinced this treatment will be extremely valuable to each of you, and not just for your marriage.”

As he expected, all four couples eventually agreed to go, and as usual, he had felt a momentary pang of guilt over his deceptions.

**********

The group’s reaction to the island’s amenities was gratifying. The palatial lobby was refreshingly cool and inviting to a cluster of sweating and tired travelers, some still recovering from a brief bout of seasickness. The rooms were full suites, and each of them opened out directly to the Olympic-sized swimming pool. Jeru, a massive dusky-hued man born and raised in Calcutta, piloted the boat. He circled the island before they disembarked on the south shore dock, proudly pointing out the white-sand beaches ringing the island and the picturesque ridges on the northwestern rim. Jeru was jovial to a fault, and his booming laughter and heavily accented speech were infectious. He walked them through the small resort, indicating all the various rooms and features they might need while they were guests on his island. He also handed each of them a small walkie-talkie. These were devices the staff would normally use to keep in touch with each other during the day, but with no staff on the island, this would be their best way to communicate with each other or with Jeru, Adalia, and Dr. Kapule.

Since it was so late in the day, Chris decided it would be best for everyone to relax, get over jet lag, and start fresh the next day. He added that Adalia was manning the bar outside by the pool, and that she made a wicked margarita. Within ten minutes, every couple was either in the pool or sitting comfortably nearby. A few of the guys couldn’t help but gawk at Adalia, her red bikini struggling to contain her ample curves. Chris’s brother had met her while on a cruise to Mexico six years ago, and most of the time she was an affable, if discontented, trophy wife. She had agreed to aid Chris with his new therapy out of curiosity and boredom, but after her experiences during the first two-week session, she had enthusiastically taken part in the project each year since. All the wives were in swimsuits except pale-skinned Samantha, who lounged in plaid cargo shorts and a loose white t-shirt. The men wore swim trunks, with Chance the only one keeping his t-shirt on.

Chris watched them from the lobby windows. Trina and Kiandra seemed to have taken to each other, chatting away at the bar while Davon listened nearby. Rebecca and Chance lay in the water on the steps in the shallow end, talking quietly, their eyes closed. Andrew had sauntered off to the edge of the patio area, gazing into the distance. He seemed quite impressed with the view of the beaches. Samantha was stretched out on a lounger, looking like she was ready for sleep, and Deacon rested his legs in the water near her, drinking a beer. As far as Chris could tell, no one looked uncomfortable. In his peripheral vision, he saw Jeru beckon him with a wave. He nodded, and then followed his big friend into a small, locked room just outside the main lobby.

“All set?” Chris asked.

Jeru nodded. “I tested it yesterday,” he said. “One of the beach cameras isn’t working, but the other two cover enough space that we shouldn’t miss anything.”

“Good. The dispersion units?”

“Operational,” he chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

Jeru had finished booting up the system, and the various monitors in the room began to light up with images from the island. “Adalia tested the kitchen unit on me, the conniving witch,” he grinned. “I didn’t know you had put one in there. So, there I am, chopping up vegetables for a nice stew recipe I picked up from my ex-wife, and the next thing I know Adalia walks into the kitchen, and . . .”

Chris shook his head, unamused. “I’ll have to talk to her about that. We need to be careful in its use.”

“We were the only ones here,” Jeru assured him.

“I know, but it’s still important to follow protocol.” He glanced down at his notes. “Okay, I’m putting together the itinerary. Anyone catch your eye?”

“They are all quite lovely, aren’t they?” Jeru asked rhetorically, glancing at the two monitors focused on the nearby pool. “The little women at the bar spark my fancy the most, I’d say, but I’m not going to be picky.”

They spent a few minutes watching the group interact, Chris looking for the telltale signs of physical attraction among them. Davon kept shifting his gaze to Rebecca, watching her as she floated serenely in the water. Andrew seemed to do the same; that is, once he had yanked his gaze away from the gorgeous beaches in the distance. For her part, Rebecca seemed to notice that both men were sneaking glances at her, and Chris saw a slight, pleased smile briefly touch her face. Chance, floating next to Rebecca, was watching the wives at the bar, and Chris didn’t blame him. Between Adalia’s prominent chest and two perfect bikini-clad butts turned his direction, the scenery was very appealing. Deacon and Samantha were harder to read since they both seemed more tired than interested in anyone around them. Occasionally, Trina and Kiandra would turn in their seats and look out over the group, and Chris could see that their eyes lingered briefly on the lanky, tattooed Deacon.

He nodded to himself and began jotting notes. Jeru kept looking at the monitors. “What do you think?” he asked.

“We’ll go easy for a couple of days, let everyone acclimate. Then we’ll start. First, I think Adalia will take Chance on a hike to the north side bungalow. I think I can convince Deacon to give music lessons to Trina and Kiandra in the presidential suite, too. You still have those acoustic guitars?”

“Four of them, gathering dust in storage.”

“As luck would have it, Andrew, Kiandra, and Davon can’t swim. I discovered that on the trip out here. I’ll have Rebecca give the men swimming lessons. Samantha will come share the kitchen with you for the afternoon, and you can teach her some of your easier recipes. I’ll run everything from here.”

“And in the meantime?”

“Relax and have a good time. I’ll put out any small fires that should erupt along the way. I doubt they will, though. These folks are committed to putting their troubles on hold and making the most of this vacation.”

Jeru nodded, and quickly left to begin prepping dinner. Chris stared at the monitors, trying to predict any of the myriad ways his therapeutic approach might fail.

**********

There were some hard looks directed his way two days later when he announced the day’s activities during their morning brunch in the dining room.

“A hike?” Chance groaned.

“It will be good for you, honey,” Rebecca grinned.

“I need to lose weight, sure, but I’d rather not sweat away fifty pounds in one day,” he complained.

“Adalia will guide you, Chance,” Chris smiled, nodding toward his sister-in-law who stood nearby, wearing an expensive-looking camera around her neck. Rebecca’s grin faded. Except for Samantha, the women seemed to be somewhat intimidated by Adalia’s beauty. “There’s a bungalow on the north ridge,” Chris continued. “The views are spectacular, so while you are there, I want you to get as many photographs as possible of whatever suits you. Capture the magnificence of this island vacation on film, and Adalia will process the pics when you get back. She’ll also keep you from falling off the ridge and breaking your neck.”

“Rebecca, your task is to teach our non-swimmers Andrew and Davon how to swim.” This time, Chance frowned slightly. Chris chuckled inwardly at the implicit jealousies evident in Rebecca and Chance’s behaviors. “The three of you will spend the day here at the pool, and by the end of your scheduled time, I expect to see these two freestyling from one end of the pool to the other.”

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I lay in bed sleeping, having wonderful dreams about all of the men in my life.  I was wakened by the feeling of my bed moving, someone climbing onto my bed.

I mumbled a “What” and started to roll over but a hand pushed my shoulder back down.

“Shh, Ricky,” I heard the familiar voice of Mr. Clark, “I needed to see you again.”   I felt him kiss the back of my neck.

To answer him, I spread my legs.  He leaned over and I felt his cock slide into me.   I started to cry out, but he held my face in my pillow, muffling my cries.  Then he began to fuck me, hard and deep, his body slapping against my ass.

After a short time, Mr. Clark shoved into me, and held his cock there as it shot a large load of his baby batter deep inside my love tunnel.

Breathing heavily, Mr. Clark started kissing the back of my neck and my shoulder.   I turned my head to him and when he put his lips to mine, I opened my mouth inviting his tongue in.  I could taste the stale beer in his mouth, but I enjoyed our kiss.

“I wish your parents would stay gone longer, Ricky,” he said to me as he slid his spent cock out of my ass.

I gave a chuckle and said, “Yeah, me too.  I’m having a lot of fun.”

As he stood and pulled up his pants, he said, “You can go back to sleep now.”   Giving my ass a squeeze, he added, “Thanks.”   And walked out of my room.

 

I listened to him walking down the stairs and then drifted off to sleep again.   My alarm woke me after what seemed like minutes.   I jumped out of bed and cleaned myself and took a shower.  Dressing, I grabbed Bostancı Escort a quick bagel for breakfast and headed outside.  Just then Ron drove up, parking in front of the house.  

I ran out to the car, opened the door, and tossed my books onto the seat.   Giving him a smile, I said, “My folks are away.   Come inside.”

“Oh yeah,” Ron replied, shutting off the motor and opening his door.

As we walked up to the door, he asked, “Are they at work?”

“Out of town,” I replied opening the door.

“Yeah,” Ron said, “For how long?”

As I sank to my knees in front of him, I said, “Maybe back today or tomorrow.”   I unzipped his jeans and pushed them down along with his underwear.  

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock, my other cupping his balls.   I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth.

I began sliding my mouth up and down his cock, sucking.   I ran a hand up and down his thigh.   As I gently massaged his balls, he moaned and his hand dug into my hair.

I sucked up and down his cock, just like I did for Zach earlier.   Every fourth or fifth time, I’d shove my face completely against him, deep-throating his seven-inch cock, holding for a second before continuing.   After a short time it seemed to me but actually probably five to seven minutes, he grabbed my head and held it while he shot his warm load of cum into my mouth.   Over and over, he kept cumming and I kept swallowing, my hands on his hips.  Finally, he was done but I kept him in my mouth, savoring the feel and taste of him. Escort Bostancı   Slowly I pulled back, kissing the head of his cock as I released it.

I stood as he pulled his underwear and jeans up and fastened them.   I smiled at him and opened the door.   As we walked down to his car, he said, “You know I don’t have to protect you from bullies anymore.”

I smiled at him and said, “Yes, I know.”

He stopped as he opened the door to get into the car and said to me, “So you just keep sucking my dick because you like to?”

I just smiled at him and got into the car.  

As I was walking into school, I saw Mia.   I walked over to her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead.  

“Are we still on for lunch?”, I asked her as I walked her to her first class.

“Sure are,” she said, “We can talk over a lot of things.”

The morning went quickly and soon I walked into the cafeteria for lunch, I spotted Mia sitting across the table from a blond girl.  I walked over, gave Mia a kiss on the head, and sat down beside her.

She introduced me to the blond whose name is Sara and she is Mia’s girlfriend.   She knew about the arrangement we had and liked the idea.   I told her I could get her a boyfriend if she needed one.

I agreed to walk Mia home after school and meet her mother to help with the act we were playing.  

I had a few texts on my phone to look at lunch also.  Zach was going to be busy tonight with his family, Mr. Clark was out of town at a book signing and my folks were not going to be home until tomorrow. Bostancı Escort Bayan   It looked like it might be a quiet night for me.

As I was walking out of my last class, I ran into coach Ramirez.

“Hey Ricky,” he said to me, “I’d like to stop by your house and talk to your parents about chances of college scouts watching some of our games.   Is tonight a good time?”

“Sorry coach,” I answered him, “My folks are out of town.   Only me at home.”   And I gave him a smile.

“Oh,” he stared at me, “So you are home alone?  This would be a good time for me to come by and talk to you then.”   And he gave me a smile.

“Sounds great, coach,” I said, “Here’s my number, give me a call or text later and we can work it out.”   And I gave him my number.

“Great,” he said, “I’ll see you later.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I said as I walked off.

I walked Mia home, she lived only two blocks from me, so it wasn’t very far out of my way.  After a visit with Mia and her mother, I left after giving Mia a kiss that her mother saw.

At home, I took a nice shower and put on a new pair of bikini underwear, a pair of tight shorts, and a cutoff tee shirt.  For dinner, I found some cold pizza to get me by.  I sat in the living room munching on my pizza looking at another issue of Twink World that Mr. Clark had given me.   Of course, looking at the magazine got me very horny.   Then my phone rang.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hi Ricky,” I heard, “This is coach Ramirez.”

“Well hi coach,” I said, “Would you like to come over?”.

“Are you home alone?”, coach asked.

“I sure am,” I answered, “Just sitting here all by my lonesome looking for something to do.”

“Great, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” coach Ramirez said.

“Okay, see you then,” I said as we hung up.

(To be continued)

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Me and my girlfriend Kate have been dating for a little over a year. She’s 5’7, but this night she stood confidently at about 5’11 and 1/2 with her 4.5″ Christian Louboutin black heels with red bottoms I bought her. She has plump lips, defined cheekbones, innocent blue eyes, and her hair is short midnight black. Her body has an hourglass shape to it with her ass and tits protruding perfectly from almost anything she chooses to wear.

Her tight body fit perfectly in the revealing black dress she was wearing this evening. Her eggshell white pedicure and gel red manicure accentuated her look. She looked gorgeous. This evening we were going out to dinner to celebrate my recent promotion at work. I’m employed at a large financial firm on wall street, and the Managing Director promoted me to be Vice President of my department. Me and Kate are both in our mid 20s and extremely fit.

We have a fantastic sex life and are always finding new ways to spice it up in and out of the bedroom. We’ve done everything from roleplay to bdsm, but never group play or anal. A couple weeks back, on our one year anniversary, we decided to discuss our sexual fantasies. This is when I discovered that she fantasizes about having multiple guys fuck her at once….

I was initially surprised to hear this. Kate can be extremely naughty in bed but I never would have taken her to be a woman that gets off to MMF threesomes. I myself enjoy the thought of having two women at once, as does every male, but my fallacious masculine psyche assumed the same fantasy for women of having two men at once was less common.

When I discovered Kate’s fantasy I asked her to elaborate.

“Well, umm, whenever I’m alone touching myself I visualize this scenario where two gorgeous men are worshipping my body all over.”

I gulped.

“The thought sometimes comes to mind when we are having sex too.”

“Who are these men you think about baby?”

“One of them is usually you, but not always. Generally, the two men are very muscular, masculine, and commanding, but attentive to all of my needs. They both have giant penises that fill me with complete pleasure.”

‘My god’, I thought

“You should know that it’s just a fantasy baby and nothing more, the only guy I really want to fuck is you I promise.”

“Do you think about your exes fucking you in this fantasy baby?”

“Of course sometimes they come to mind, or it’s the attractive guy looking me up and down from across the way on my walk to work, or a complete stranger I passed in the store. There really are no boundaries, and I assure you it’s just a fantasy that gets me off and I don’t need to act on it.”

No boundaries huh..

“Ok, but if you really could fuck anyone else in the world, who would it be? Be completely honest with me.”

She withheld for a second, but under her breathe she exclaimed, “Brodie.”

Me and Kate share an apartment with my friend Brodie from college, who also works on wall street but at a different financial firm. After my promotion I’d thought about looking for a penthouse apartment for just me and Kate to share. Our relationship has been growing and getting to the point where I believe we should have a little more independence and privacy. I have a lot more money to burn from this promotion.

Kate and Brodie have always gotten along well, and he’s third-wheeled our previous dates more than a couple times. Brodie is single but has a very active sex life. He stands at 6’2, has brown eyes and a very muscular build. He’s charismatic, charming, funny, and possesses every great quality a woman could want in a man.

Me and Brodie had always talked about what it would be like to tag-team a woman back in college. When I first got with Kate he had always exclaimed how sexy she was, and emphasized how lucky I am to be with her. After my revelation of Kate’s fantasies, I could easily see the sexual tension that exists between them.

Brodie is often out on Friday nights at other women’s places, and I assumed when we got back from our date me and Kate would have the whole place to ourselves. We took a limousine back to our place because we were a little tipsy from toasting champagne to my recent promotion.

When we stumbled back into our apartment I was surprised to see Brodie in the living room drinking a beer alone and watching a basketball game.

As we walked through the door he exclaimed “there you two lovebirds are.”

I asked him what had happened to his plans with Adriana, the girl he had recently been fucking. He said “wanted to take a night off, thought I’d hang with you both for once on a Friday night.” “Is that right”, I said. He chuckled and said “Of course! but I’ve also had a long day at work, I don’t want to be running around all of Manhattan tonight.”

Kate enthusiastically walked over and sat down in the living room with a lively expression as she kicked off her heels and stretched her legs out on the couch next to Brodie.

He was already about six beers deep, and Anadoluyakası Escort noticeably buzzed. I prepared some cocktails for me and Kate as she and Brodie excitedly talked.

“So Brodie what’s up with you and Adriana?” Kate said. “I thought you were actually getting serious with someone for once.”

“Adriana is fun, but she’s really not my type, I’ve told you both before I’m not gonna settle down for a while. I like the single life.” Brodie said with a big grin.

“Besides, you never know what’s coming next.”

I walked over to hand Kate her drink.

Kate put her drink down and stood up with a smile, “I’m going to go put on something a little more comfortable.”

“Sounds good baby” I said with a wink

“Join us whenever you’re ready.”

I sat down and Brodie proposed a cheers. “Congrats on your promotion, if anyone deserves it it’s you.” I thanked him. “If anyone has been there with me since the beginning, it’s you my friend.” He smiled.

“I’m sorry if I’m crashing you and Kate’s plans tonight, I just needed a night in ya know.” “Plus, I really do always have a great time hanging with you both.”

Oh really? Interesting.

“Don’t worry at all my friend, you live here too. Me and Kate are glad to hang with you no matter the occasion.”

Kate returned wearing nothing but her red Victoria’s Secret panties and a scant black silk top that exposed her lower abdomen. She looked so hot. I was really enjoying the view, and as she strutted over I glanced and noticed Brodie was too, but he tried to hide it.

She turned around to sit in-between me and Brodie and I noticed she was wearing her high rise G-string thong. Her huge ass was in full display.

As Kate sat down she said, “I hope I wasn’t keeping you gentlemen waiting too long” with a smirk.

“Not at all”, responded Brodie. “Welcome back to the party.”

“You went extra casual tonight”, I said.

Her eyes were twinkling and she was smiling ear to ear. “You know it’s my most comfortable fit, and by the way you’re both welcome for the show” she said jokingly.

Brodie chuckled.

She leaned in to give me a kiss and rested her body up against me. As she did this she stretched her legs out across the couch and accidentally put her feet on the side of Brodie’s lap.

She immediately realized and attempted to move them.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to”

“I’ll stop you right there” Brodie said. “Your feet must be stressed from those fancy heels you were wearing all night, let me give you a massage.”

Kate laughed. “Oh, well thank you, but you really don’t have to Brodie.”

I reminded her how Brodie got a reflexology certification in foot massage to impress his hookups.

“Why don’t you let him baby, it’ll save me some time later.” “I know you’ll want one anyway.”

Kate looked delighted.

“Well, my feet are quite stressed from those heels”… “If you insist, thank you Brodie boo.”

Brodie boo?

Kate lifted her legs back up and subtly placed them onto Brodie’s lap. I noticed her left foot was resting right on top of his cock. Amazing. She was wiggling her toes with elation.

Kate grabbed the drink I made her and began to down it quite quickly as Brodie began to massage her feet.

“That feels so good”, she exclaimed. Brodie was hitting her pressure points delicately.

“Kate your feet are some of the softest I’ve ever felt”.

She laughed. “Is that a complement?” “I try to take good care of my tootsies”.

“Your white pedicure complements them well.” “Some of my hookups have had the most unkept feet let me tell you, it really says a lot about a woman who takes care of an area so many often neglect.” “My best friend is a lucky guy.”

Brodie was intimately massaging up and down her soles, but stopped momentarily and grabbed his phone from his pocket. “Sorry got a text I gotta check real quick.”

The text was from me. It read, “you can have Kate tonight too.”

I knew Brodie would be more than game. His obvious infatuation with Kate, combined with the obvious sexual tension between them, would make this the perfect night to surprise her with having two guys to fuck. I already knew it was on her mind….

He put his phone down and smirked. He grabbed Kate’s feet again and continued to massage them.

“In my reflexology course I learned that the nerves in the feet connect to many different parts of the body, and each have a different effect ranging from stress relief to relaxation.” “Would you care to learn one of these techniques Kate?” She leaned further back into me.

“Sure!” “Wow, I’m really getting special treatment tonight aren’t I.”

Yes you are.

Brodie lifted her right foot up. He looked her in the eye as he kissed the top of her sole.

“This is what I call sensation play.” He stroked his tongue along her foot and began to suck her toes.

Kates jaw dropped.

She blushed and said, “Oh, I didn’t know this was a massage technique”. All Anadoluyakası Escort Bayan of the sudden my hand reached around her waist and began caressing her thigh. I whispered in her ear, “he’s a professional, let him do his work”.

She shuttered.

I looked and noticed her left foot was slightly bent on Brodie’s lap and slowly rubbing his cock through his pants.

My hand found its way into her underwear and I began caressing her labia. I could feel that she was starting to get extremely wet. Game on.

She rested her head back on my shoulder and turned her pretty face to look at me me. I instantly began kissing her while Brodie continued to nibble on her white toes.

“You like this technique”, Brodie said as he had the top of her foot in his mouth.

“Yes”, Kate exhaled with her eyes closed.

“Then you’ll like this more.”

Brodie put her feet down and crawled over between her legs to meet her luscious lips. She shook as he began to stick is tongue in her mouth and make out with her. I held her head up as I watched my innocent girlfriend French kiss my long-time friend. My cock was quickly erect. I felt her shake at his touch but she didn’t pull away. This was the first time I’d witnessed my girlfriend be intimate with another man.

I began sticking my fingers deeper inside her as he continued to embrace her. I could feel that she was infatuated and turned on. She pulled away and turned to have us on each side of her. She looked over at me in bewilderment, and then I kissed her as Brodie stuck his hand into her panties and began massaging one side of her labia as I massaged the other.

He started kissing and licking her neck, and I began to take her top off as he slid his fingers up into her vagina to finger her. I saw her squirm back in immense pleasure and surprise. Her top was off and I began kissing and fondling one of her breasts as he licked the other.

“I’m so turned on”, she uttered.

I removed her pants and Brodie took the que to begin going down on her as I stuck my tongue further in her mouth. He positioned himself on the floor before her and kissed her vulva with passion. I saw her head jerk back to the feeling as I kissed her neck. She seemed to be enjoying herself. I kept kissing her neck as her head tilted back further to the strokes of Brodie’s tongue – he knew quite well what he was doing.

“Oh Brodie, baby he’s eating my pussy so good.”

“I told him you would have us both tonight.”

I instantly felt her body shutter into orgasm from the force of his tongue and she rocked back into me moaning. He started kissing her inner thighs as he held both of her legs.

I stood up on the couch and took my pants off. Kate grabbed my fully erect cock and started sucking me as Brodie began to suck her pussy from behind.

He stopped for a second and leaned back to see Kate’s huge ass in all it’s glory.

“You have the finest ass on the planet” Brodie said. “My god I’ve never tasted a pussy so sweet.” He leaned back in to kiss her soaking wet pussy. His nose was right in her ass.

She continued sucking and stroking my cock. I was so turned on I prematurely came in her mouth with force.

She gagged on my cum and licked her lips. “Someone was quick tonight.” She continued to moan to Brodie relentlessly sucking her from behind.

“Don’t worry, there will be quite a few more for you tonight baby.” I stepped down from the couch and looked down at my limp dick.

Brodie stood up from the floor. “I guess it’s my turn” he said as he began to remove his pants.

Kate turned around and her jaw dropped. “Oh my god, I didn’t know you had such a massive cock Brodie! I’ve never seen one so big in my life.”

Neither had I. It was much bigger than mine. Fuck..

She caressed his dick with her soft hands. “No wonder you always keep the girls coming back, I want to know how big you are.” She picked up her Louboutin heels and placed them back to back along his erect member.

“Brodie! You have to be 10 inches! Your dick is longer than my stilettos.” “How am I going to fit you inside me?”

“I always find a way” Brodie said smiling.

He picked Kate up and carried her to his room as I followed. She’s certainly getting a full dose of her fantasy tonight. He tossed her face down onto his bed and spread her legs to start sucking her pussy from behind again.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you Kate.” “Thank you for sharing her with me.”

Brodie moved to the front of her on the bed and he started kissing her as I positioned myself behind her. It didn’t take long for my cock to re-erect at the sight.

“You can lube her up first” Brodie said.

I placed my hard dick inside her from behind. Brodie kneeled before her and Kate began fondling his gigantic cock. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth onto his hard penis. She gagged at first, and enthusiastically began to suck him as she had just sucked me. I could see him wince at the pleasure. Escort Anadoluyakası I thrusted into her from behind and slapped her ass.

“Tonight you’re our filthy slut.”

I kept thrusting and groaning until I came inside of her. I was trying to avoid eye contact with Brodie as we spitroasted my girlfriend but his eyes were rolled to the back of his head from the pleasure of Kate’s mouth. She does give the best blowjobs in the world. I removed myself from her and Brodie turned her on her back. He placed himself over her face and stuck his dick into her mouth from above. He thrusted relentlessly into her mouth as I stood and watched.

He removed his thick cock from her throat and got up from on top of her. He still hadn’t cum yet. He laid to her right and I laid to her left. She laid there motionless for a second, before leaning to my face and fervently kissing my lips. As I kissed her I could taste the full-bodied savoriness of Brodie’s dick that had just been there. Something I definitely hadn’t tasted before.

I thought for a moment how utterly insane it was that I was actively sharing my beautifully innocent girlfriend with one of my best friends. And that I’m now indirectly tasting his massive dick that had pleasured so many women before. I knew he was saving his load to cum inside of her. My dick began to quickly grow once again at the thought.

Brodie pushed her body over on top of me and moved to place himself behind her. “What’re you doing back there”, Kate said jokingly. “Your ass is so perfect, I can’t neglect it” Brodie said. He spread her ass cheeks wide and began circling his tongue around her anus. I continued to make out with her and I could feel her wet labia grinding against my dick.

She shook at the feeling but pushed back into his mouth as he sucked on her ass.

“That feels great Brodie baby.” “I love the feeling of your wet tongue on my ass.”

“Yeah? well I promise you’ll like this better” Brodie exclaimed.

All of the sudden I unexpectedly felt Brodie’s hand grab my cock and place it in Kate’s pussy.

“Thought I would help you out there.” “Kate go ahead and ride your boyfriend.”

His finger was still in her ass.

I grabbed Kate’s neck with both of my hands and passionately kissed her as Brodie then began to slowly stick his finger in her ass when her sphincter relaxed to his tongue. I positioned her better on top of me and started to slowly thrust. He continued fingering her ass. He then removed his finger and crawled forward bringing it to my mouth. I sucked it and could taste Kate’s sweet ass. He pulled it out and put three fingers into Kate’s mouth. “Get it nice and wet” he said. “now spit into my hand” he commanded Kate as she continued grinding on top of me.

She spit into his hand and he repositioned himself behind us. He slapped Kate’s ass. “What a show.” He then smeared the spit onto Kate’s anus and placed two fingers into the entrance.

Kate moaned loudly.

He teased her until pulling both of his fingers out.

“Kate” he said loudly. “I’m going to cum in your ass.”

“My ass?!” “I’ve never done anal before, how will you fit it in?”

“Trust me, I always find a way.”

Kate was about to be double-penetrated. I knew Brodie was saving it for something special. He was about to take my girlfriend’s anal virginity with his huge cock. I had to keep myself from cumming just thinking about it as I kept thrusting into her from below.

Brodie placed his massively erect cock at the entrance of her ass. Kate’s body shook to the feeling as her sphincter relaxed even more to allow his girthy dick to slide in. She screamed in pleasure.

“Oh my god I feel so full.”

I could feel Brodie’s dick sliding in and out of her ass through her vaginal wall. A seemingly thin layer separated our dicks inside my girlfriend’s petite body. Her eyes were in the back of her head and she continuously moaned to the pleasure. His giant cock slid in and out of her tight ass and he spit to add more lube. We both penetrated her from below and behind.

“Your ass is so tight Kate.” “I can’t believe I’ll be the first one to fill it with my cum.”

Brodie began to fuck her ferociously and he groaned loudly as he finally released a large load of cum into her. I felt her body jolt to the sensation. I suddenly felt her pussy expand as Brodie removed his humongous cock from her ass.

“Wow, I just came the size of the Pacific ocean into your ass.”

Kate was unable to utter words but continued to moan. I all the sudden began to feel Brodie’s cum drizzling down from Kate’s ass onto my balls. It started slopping up on my dick as I penetrated her with more force, and began further lubricating her pussy. He had to of been holding that load in for a while.

Her pussy started to get so creamy and it was a feeling unlike I’ve ever felt before. I released inside of her and filled her with even more cum.

“I have so much cum inside of me” she screamed. “My pussy is so full, I’m such a dirty slut.”

I pulled out of her and Brodie immediately grabbed her waist and pulled her back towards him.

“Let me help you out Kate baby.”

I sat and watched as he began to suck her ass again and finger her pussy. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and mouthed the words “I love you.”

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They had invited me over for dinner. I know they both are good cooks.

I put on several changes of clothes, getting ready, before deciding on my short red dress with the deep cleavage. Many stops in front of the mirror before finally deciding. Not sure why I thought dressing like that was a good idea, like a date, but I just had this hunch. There was a lot of flirting between the three of us last time. Maybe this night?

I tried braless, but my little titties did not look that good in that dress. Tried on several bras, and settled on a barely just there white shear number with purple violets that just barely lifted for more ample pleasing presentation. Or I liked. I hope they like this look. I look down at my short little thighs showing. Hope they like that, too.

And no panties. Not tonight. If someone wants to reach up under my skirt, don’t want anything slowing their way.

A gold chain for my right ankle. A pearl choker plus a long pearl necklace to plunge into my cleavage. Gold hoops for my ears. Hike my skirt and insert that labia ring my husband gave me. Been a while for that, it is a tight fit.

I’m really dressed for summer, not New Year’s Eve, even if it is mild for North Carolina. Need to wear that old long mink coat.

Get there and realize I’m way overdressed. She is in a tight sweater and jeans. He in jeans (nice bulge) and a manly lumberjack shirt. Oh, well, committed now.

We start with his vegetable in some puff pastry canapé. On to her pot roast and mashed potatoes.

After dinner, we all go sit together on their couch, me nicely sandwiched in the middle. Some idle chit chat.

When out of the blue he leans over and kisses me. Kisses me deeply and passionately. I come up for air, when she leans over to kiss me. While she kisses me and our tongues wrestle, I feel his strong hand going to my breast and her soft hand sliding my dress up my thigh. I just lean back into her kiss and let my knees spread. She is not going up far enough up my thighs, where I crave he touch. But he migrates across my open cleavage and find my other breast. He kisses my neck softly while my curly red haired girl possesses my mouth.

She Ümraniye Escort breaks out lip lock. I am totally out of breath. A little confused, a little off base, but totally, totally excited. I had hoped for something tonight. Had not expected them to get down to basics so quickly.

I start to think, I had not yet touched either of them. Before I could take any action, she stands up, takes me by the hand, and leads me up the stairs. She kinda rushes up those steps. I can’t seem to reach out to touch her, but he is running both his hands up my inner thighs to my but cheeks. I can’t slow down enough to really let him explore at the top of his strokes, where I want touched, either.

At the top of the steps, she scoots us left into their bedroom. It has been mood lighted with little electric candles and the sheets are already turned down.

She turns around and just looks into my eyes. He quickly unzips my dress. She pulls the dress off my shoulders and it drops into a pile around my feet. He unsnaps my bra and she pulls that away and flings it across the room.

She looks me up and down. Hope she likes what she sees. I guess he is taking in my back. I feel him start to massage my shoulders. I am the only one naked. They are feasting they eyes on me?

She takes my hands to the hem of her sweater. I take the hint and pull her sweater off over her head. We pull into kiss while I undo her bra, while he slides his hands around to my aching breasts. I can feel that hand cock through the rough jeans in the crack of my ass.

I reach down and unzip her jeans, then get on my knees to pull jeans and panties off. Love that sweet aroma just before my nose. One kiss to her “there” before she stands me up and turns me around. I unbutton his shirt and throw it off, as she moves in to fondle both my breasts. I love the feel of her breasts rubbing my back. I unzip his pants, reach into the briefs, and pull out that fat cock, stroking it a couple of times to get its attention.

I then get on my knees again to pull his jeans and briefs completely off, when I discover he has a double dong. 🔥 Now there’s something you don’t see Escort Ümraniye everyday… and in the dimly lit room – I really didn’t “see” much of it either. But the feel of it certainly was intriguing, wrapping one hand around each. I find only two balls, like a normal man, although that ball sack is big. So I could choose – the one more forward was a little larger and longer, the one towards the back a little shorter and slimmer. Like select a size paper towels!! I wonder is it anatomically possible to use both at the same time? Could he service two women at the same time?

They take me by the shoulders and lie me down in the bed on my back. He gets up and straddles me. He slides that little dong down my clit, it flops away and the bigger dong keeps sliding down me. She pulls one of my ankles up by my ear, where I can see my gold anklet, to give him better access. That little dong dips so gently into my dripping cunt, does a couple strokes, then pulls out. He now places that big cock in me while she kisses me and roughly fondles my breasts, pinching the nipples. I hear moaning and realize it it me. He does a few strokes deep into my womb with that big cock, while I feel that little cock brushing the crack of my ass.

She stops his strokes and gets down between us. I feel her lube up me ass, one finger, then two. His noises says she is lubing his little cock for me. She places a pillow under my hips, further opening me up for him. Now she lines up and places his big cock in my cunt while his little cock goes in my ass. Always wanted to try two men that way, never ever thought one man alone could do that all at one.

Now he gets into his rhythm, hard fucking both my cunt and ass. He can not pull out too far with that little cock without flipping out, but oh can that big cock go deep. I’m moaning and he is grunting. She places a thigh between us, then pulls my head into her twat. She wants me to face fuck her while I’m getting hard fucked front and back!!! I do my best, but I am distracted in my own pleasures. I want to do better for her, but just can’t focus.

His noises tell me he is about to fill me, inseminate me, breed me Ümraniye Escort Bayan if he can. I reach down grab that big scrotum in my strongest hand, make sure I have both balls, and clamp down with all my strength. He screams his pain and pleasure, instantly filling both my womb and my bowels. He just keeps spurting and spurting. Someday I’ll pop a nut doing that, make a eunuch, but it will be fun for all until that day.

After a little petite mort, both his cocks start going limp and pull out of me. He rolls slightly off of me, but still keeps my on leg pinned to the bed.

Now my curly red haired girl insists on her pleasure. She gets up and straddles my face. I admire the short red curly hairs and suck in the aroma, before diving in with my tongue to pleasure her. I don’t often get to do this to a woman. I enjoy giving her pleasure. I have not come, I am still so horny. I lick as fast and deep as I can, while massaging her little breasts. I finally give her a screaming orgasm, and she rolls off.

I’m horny as hell, still. I push her down to my soiled charms and insist she return the favour. He lips on my pussy lips. Mr. Double Dong begins to awaken, alternately kissing my lips and my breasts. I don’t think I am the first woman my curly red head girl has pleasure, she does me well. She makes me come, then keeps going and makes me come a second time before finally rolling off.

They rearrange with me between them, pull up the sheet and a blanket, and we all drift off asleep. Sometime in the night, she decides she needs to be in the center. I cup one of her breasts and reach between her legs to start exploring Mr. Double Dong’s peculiar anatomy, before drifting off to sleep again. Sometime before midnight, I know. I think, just before going under, how much I want to share what just happened with my Frieden. He would be glad for me. Started hearing firecrackers, later, but it barely raised me to consciousness.

I awake with morning light peaking in the window. A new year, a new decade today. My back is cold and achy, without any sheet or blanket on it. But my chest is warm up against my lady lover. Even in a king sized bed like this, hard to keep one’s share of the blanket with three people in the same bed. My two dongs is gone, the smell of coffee and bacon tells me where he is. My curly red haired girl opens her eyes, and kisses me. I can taste my woman on her stale breath. Can she taste herself in my kisses?

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One fine day in the winter of 1998, Boston-based Haitian American businessman Elias Mathurin left the wealth management firm of Bernstein & Hammersmith, located on Boylston Street and headed home a bit early. Six feet two inches tall, athletic and dark-skinned, and clad in a dark gray business suit, Elias looked like he meant business. Riding the Silver Line Train from South Station, Boston, to Brockton took less than half an hour. Arriving at the Bat Center in Brockton, Elias caught a cab and headed to the Ashes neighborhood in the City of Brockton’s West Side. After giving the cabbie a big tip, Elias stepped out and looked at his stately mansion. Home sweet home at last.

The Ashes neighborhood, located within walking distance of local schools and the Brockton Public Library, is quietly affluent, just the way Elias liked it. The City of Brockton has been the Mathurin family’s home for decades. Elias parents Eugene and Suzanne Mathurin moved there from their hometown of Quartier Morin, northern Haiti, ages ago. Elias remembered the pride he felt when he and his wife Sylvie bought the mansion a decade ago. They were one of three black families in the otherwise lilywhite neighborhood. That’s considered progress in the great State of Massachusetts…

Earlier that day, Elias wowed his boss, the wealth management firm’s co-founder Ezekiel Bernstein by signing up Fysher Industries, the client they’d been after for a long time. While everyone at the firm and around the country was riveted on the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal, Elias worked hard and played hard. In the end, Elias got a promotion and a pat on the back. He was already making six figures but an additional forty grand a year was nothing to sneeze at. Nearly two decades after graduating from UMass-Amherst, Elias was starting to enjoy the good life. He couldn’t wait to share the good news with his wife, schoolteacher Sylvie Connors-Mathurin. She always talked about adding a pool in the backyard, and now they could finally afford it…

Elias opened the door, and found his dog Harriet sleeping in a corner. The little dog, a Jack Russell Terrier and chihuahua mix, got up and greeted her master. Elias took a packet of beef jerky from his pocket and poured the contents on Harriet’s bowl. The little dog happily wolfed down the food, wagging her tail excitedly. Elias patted the dog on the head, and then headed upstairs. He knew that his wife Sylvie was home because her bright red Hyundai Sonata was parked in the driveway. Elias didn’t drive much, and he and Sylvie shared the car from time to time.

“Hmm, she must be upstairs,” Elias said to himself as he took off his shoes, and then headed upstairs. There were sounds coming from upstairs, and it didn’t sound like the television or the computer. Elias frowned, wondering what Sylvie was up to. He continued up the stairs, and then Çekmeköy Escort headed for the master bedroom. He walked past the bedroom of his son Allain, who was away at boarding school. Taking a deep breath, Elias braced himself for what was to come. He pushed the master bedroom door open…and got the surprise of a lifetime.

“Elias, have you ever heard of knocking?” Sylvie said, shaking her head as Elias stormed into the room like a soldier on a battlefield. Elias froze, stunned by what he was beholding. Sylvie was not alone. Elias was quite shocked to see his best friend Antoine Jean-Baptiste with his wife Sylvie, and they were doing some very sinful things. Antoine was on all fours, face down and ass up, and Sylvie was fucking him with a strap-on dildo. What in the actual fuck?

“Elias, I can explain,” Antoine said, sounding super awkward, and Elias sighed deeply, feeling quite frustrated. Sylvie flashed her hubby Elias a wicked grin and smacked Antoine’s bum for emphasis. Antoine tried to untangle himself from Sylvie, which proved to be an ill-fated choice because she had her dildo up his butt. The tall, skinny and bearded, dark-skinned fellow found himself in something of a pickle. Sylvie is really into pegging and can get kind of rough. Antoine winced, and then remained absolutely still. He chanced a glance at Sylvie, who smiled and shrugged. The lady of the house gets what she wants and does what she wants…

“Oh come on, Elias, I know you’ve been fucking Antoine here, I had to see if that ass of his was worth it,” Sylvie said, laughing. Elias looked at his wife Sylvie, who was pegging the hell out of his bisexual buddy Antoine, and laughed. The whole situation was not just funny, it was downright hysterical. When a man comes home and finds his wife fucking his best friend, it could lead to violence, or a divorce. When that man happens to be Elias, a bisexual Haitian American businessman who fucks both women and men, things are slightly more complicated.

“Hmm, I can see that, Sylvie, now, is Antoine’s ass fun?” Elias asked, grinning, and Sylvie winked at him. Tall and curvy, with golden brown skin and dark hair styled into an Afro, Sylvie is one hot mama. Elias knew he and Sylvie were meant to be the day he met the biracial beauty one fine day in the University of Massachusetts-Amherst campus library. The half-Irish, half-Haitian gal with the pretty face, curvy body, big booty and sassy attitude was smoking hot and he wanted some of that. After doggedly pursuing Sylvie for ages, Elias married her. Life had been a rollercoaster ever since…

“Hmm, I think Antoine here needs to show more fortitude, he can barely take my dildo up his ass and I know your dick is thicker,” Sylvie said pensively, and Elias laughed. Antoine looked at Elias and Sylvie, and then burst out laughing as well. A year Escort Çekmeköy ago, Antoine Jean-Baptiste, a practicing accountant and recently divorced father of two, met Elias at the Copley Mall in downtown Boston. The two handsome, educated and successful black men struck a friendship which soon turned into more. As it turns out, they’re both closeted bisexuals…

“Elias, your wife Sylvie is amazing, I came home to surprise you, thinking she was out of town, and she surprised me, and we ended up playing together,” Antoine said, and Sylvie nodded. Elias looked at his male lover and his wife, and shook his head. A long time ago, Elias admitted to Sylvie that he was bisexual, and they worked out an arrangement. Sylvie wanted Elias to be safe and discrete in his dealings with men, and he kept his end of the bargain. Elias only dealt with other bisexual men who had wives and girlfriends. He didn’t deal with gay men. He didn’t roam the bars and clubs, cruising for a piece of ass. Elias was a master of discretion, and he kept no secrets from Sylvie…

“Hmm, for a man who likes dick most of the time, Antoine here is so good at eating pussy that I had to fuck him, albeit not the usual way,” Sylvie laughed, and she slapped Antoine’s ass some more. Elias grinned, and then unzipped his pants. Sylvie and Antoine looked on with interest as Elias pulled out his dick, which was long, thick and black. If Elias hadn’t been interested in the business world, as evidenced by his B.A. from UMass-Amherst and his Suffolk University MBA, he could have been a porn star. The tall, handsome bisexual Haitian American gentleman doesn’t discriminate, both the wife and the boyfriend can get this dick…

“That’s one hell of a homecoming,” Elias said as he joined Sylvie and Antoine on the bed. Antoine grabbed Elias dick and took him into his mouth while Sylvie continued fucking him with the strap-on dildo. Antoine is really good at oral sex, both sucking dick and eating pussy, and he did a real good job deep-throating Elias. Sylvie rubbed her tits and bucked her hips, thrusting the dildo deeper into Antoine’s ass. Antoine is a true bottom, and welcomes both Elias cock and Sylvie’s dildo up ass…just not at the same time.

“I’ve missed you,” Sylvie said, and she leaned closer to Elias, kissing him while continuing to peg Antoine’s ass with the dildo. Elias kissed Sylvie back passionately and fondled her big tits. Elias is the kind of guy who plays with a woman’s tits while a man sucks his dick and there’s nothing wrong with that. When Elias told Sylvie about his bisexuality and gained her acceptance, he found true freedom. The majority of bisexual men prefer women for sex and romance, even though, there are times when they long for some manly fun. Fortunately for Elias, Sylvie understood his desires all too well…

“You two are Çekmeköy Escort Bayan amazing,” Antoine said as Sylvie pulled her dildo out of his ass, and then pulled her husband Elias dick out of his mouth. Antoine watched as Sylvie totally asserted herself. The tall and curvy, light-skinned and short-haired biracial MILF pushed her hubby down on the bed and straddled him. Sylvie sat on Elias lap and felt his hard dick under her. Without further ado, Elias grabbed a condom and then handed it to Sylvie, who grabbed his dick and put the condom on him. Elias thrust his hard dick into Sylvie’s pussy, and at last they became one…

“Hmm, fuck me,” Sylvie said, and Elias caressed her big tits with one hand while caressing her thick brown ass with the other. Sylvie groaned as her hubby’s thick cock filled her pussy and then began riding the Hell out of him. Just like that, Antoine was all but forgotten as Sylvie and Elias got their freak on. After a while, they switched things up. Sylvie got on all fours and shook her big brown ass at Elias, who bent down and kissed it. Spreading Sylvie’s thick ass cheeks wide open, Elias pushed his dick into her butt hole. Antoine grinned appreciatively as Elias began fucking Sylvie in the ass. He knew how good it felt…

“Antoine, get over here,” Elias said, and Antoine looked at Sylvie and Elias, grinning. Sylvie looked at Antoine, and her gaze focused on his stiff cock. Yeah, Antoine is usually a bottom but he is still bisexual and has a good sized dick. Why waste all that meat? Beckoning for Antoine to come closer, Sylvie winked at him. Antoine was pleasantly surprised when Sylvie grabbed his cock and took him into her mouth. Antoine smiled at Elias, who grinned as he continued fucking Sylvie’s thick, shapely ass…

“Hmmm,” Sylvie groaned, and the tall, sexy gal stretched luxuriously on the bed as she got serviced at both ends by two sexy, masculine bisexual gentlemen. As her hubby Elias crammed his dick into her booty hole, Sylvie tickled Antoine’s dick with her tongue, causing him to moan. Sylvie had both of these fine bisexual studs right where she wanted them. Next, they switched positions yet again. Antoine lay flat on the bed, and Sylvie straddled him after putting a condom on his dick. Meanwhile, Elias continued to fuck Sylvie’s asshole with slow, deep strokes, just the way she liked it. Sylvie rode both dicks until she could take it no more…

“You two have it made,” Antoine said to Sylvie and Elias, much later. The couple exchanged a smile and a nod. After showering, the three of them sat in the living room, drinking red wine and relaxing. Sylvie was glowing, like a woman who’s just received a good fuck, and she looked at Elias and Antoine with gratitude. Bi guys are really good at fucking women in every hole, who knew? A lot of women would be up in arms if their husband or boyfriend revealed that he’s bisexual but Sylvie isn’t like most women. Today’s late afternoon tryst was fun, and there’s a chance Sylvie and Elias will make this a regular event with their pal Antoine. A lot of Haitian men are bisexual, and the world won’t end because of it…

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Finally in hall Mahesh approach me and he was the only person left to fuck me.

While one side, they wanted to catch me and strip me off the dress the other wanted to savor the moment and make love to classy girl like me rather than fuck me like a slut. He led me slowly to the ground and as I leaned back on the cushions he slipped his arm around my hips and drew me closer to him.

I looked deeply into his eyes and sighed and he drew me into a kiss. He kissed me ever so gently slowly parting the ruby red lips with his tongue gently probing. I came closer and wrapped my hands around his head and began to open my mouth to let his probe completely.

Soon we were caught up in the throes of passion and he reached up and slid my dress aside. As expected I was naked as a baby underneath and he reached up and cupped my breast taking my nipples between his thumb and fore finger.

I let out a moan and arched up my back. I pulled his head down to my proud breasts and engorged nipples. Mahesh took turns sucking both of them and nibbling on them squeezing them and feeling the firmness.

Mahesh couldn’t have enough and continued his Atalar Escort assault and I was enjoying it. I managed to pull his T shirt off his back and was running my fingers through his hairy chest and trying to reach for his cock. Realizing that I wanted to feel him he stopped and quickly got out of his shorts and as his erect cock came out I grabbed it and started sucking on it like a child with her first lollipop.

In the meanwhile Mahesh moved behind my back and slipped off my night dress and I was there kneeling on the ground and giving him a blow job like it was the last cock in the world. Mahesh was in complete ecstasy as I alternately sucked his cock head and balls.

As I was squatting on the ground he reached between my legs and probed my slit with his toe. As I continued sucking, I quickly got the idea and spread my thighs to give him better access to my dripping pussy. Mahesh positioned his toe at my entrance and started to rub against the slit and I stared to moan while sucking him which heightened his pleasure. By now Mahesh could feel his orgasm build up and he begged me to stop sucking because he wanted Atalar Escort Bayan to come in my pussy and not in my mouth.

Mahesh raised me and was about to place me on the couch so that he could get a chance to eat my pussy, but I was too horny for that.

“Plenty of time for that later,” I said and turned around on fours to face the full length mirror in the room, and said” I want you to fuck me doggy style as I watch you in the mirror.”

Needing no further encouragement Mahesh spread my ass and for a moment looked lovingly at my puckered asshole, changed his mind and held his throbbing cock and guided himself into my wet pussy.

I was so horny that I started to scream as he entered me and began to push myself back to take as much of his cock into my warm pulsating cunt.

Mahesh usually liked to settle inside a pussy and get the feel before he started to stroke, but this time he knew that there was no time for such action. He reached forward and grabbed both my tits in his hand and raised my head and started to pond me. I started to moan and began to say” Fuck me you bastard take this pussy , Escort Atalar pound me, use me like your whore!”.

All this dirty talk got Mahesh more excited and he started to pound into me like a mad man. Normally a man who likes to control the pace of the fucking he would have varied his speed to make himself go longer. But today he realized that I was in a wild mood and there was no point in slowing the pace.

He kept squeezing my tits hard and slammed into me with loud noises every time his hips came in contact with my buttocks. “Oooooh God I am cummmmmming” I screamed, and Mahesh could feel my cunt clamping down on his cock. He could feel his seed getting ready to spurt

“Here I cum for you Sadaf. Filling up your cunt with my seed you whore” he said as he shot loads after loads of cum into my pussy.

Exhausted and sweating we both collapsed on the couch his semi hard cock still inside me and the combined juices dribbling down our legs.

After recovering our breaths, I reached up and gently kissed Mahesh and whispered thanks.

As we cuddled Mahesh popped the bottle of Champagne he poured two glasses and said we raise a toast to new lifestyle for Sadaf. I giggled and said “What more surprised do you have for me you naughty lover?”

“For starters I want to fuck your ass, after you blow me and then how about ending it all up with an Orgy in a castle?” he said charmingly.

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