Bi-Curious Wife’s Fulfilled Fantasy

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All people in this story are at least 18 years of age.

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My wife Tina was a virgin when we met. Since then, she’s become quite the little sexual dynamo.

One night, I put one of the pornos we’d rented in the player and we cuddled on our sleeper sofa to watch. I was wearing boxers; Tina was wearing a pair of sheer panties and one of my old XXL-sized T-shirts. I’d lost a lot of weight over the past few years. The shirts were big on me before; with the weight loss, they were huge on me. I didn’t wear them at all anymore. On Tina’s much smaller body, they reached halfway down her upper legs. But she liked wearing them around the apartment, so I gave them to her.

The first scene was instantly forgettable: an anal featuring a listless bleached blonde who told the guy she was (barely) performing with she’d never done anal before. The camerawork was terrible, too. I skipped to the second scene: a really hot girl/girl scene between a tall blonde MILF-ish-looking woman and a younger shorter woman whose hair color nearly matched Tina’s dark auburn shade. From the back, with her face buried in the other girl’s pussy, I thought she could’ve probably passed for Tina herself save the tattoos on her lower back and her hip. Tina became immediately excited. Really excited. Early on in our marriage, I noticed that Tina seemed to enjoy girl/girl scenes.

While watching the ladies pleasure each other on the flatscreen, Tina’s breathing became heavy.

“God, those two are so hot!” she said almost absentmindedly.

I looked at her. She was flushed. A sure sign she was getting mightily turned on. I lifted up the front of her shirt. Her panties were soaked. I rubbed the wet spot and she moaned.

“Damn!” I said. “This stuff sure turns you on.”

“Uh-huh…” She reached over and and felt my hardening cock.

“And I’m not the only one either,” she giggled, playfully drawing our the last word.

I moved down and she straddled my lap and pulled off her tee-shirt, exposing the perkiest, prettiest breasts in the city. As a small breast man, I had to take them. She moaned as I squeezed and licked them. I glided my tongue down her stomach, carefully avoiding her new naval piercing, and down to her sopping wet panties. I pulled them off and sucked as much of her nectar as I could. She roughly pulled off my boxers. After a hot sixty-nine, Tina reached into the drawer of the table next to the bed and brought out a condom and put it on me since we’d decided to wait until the following year to try for a baby. She straddled me again and my cock easily slipped into her practically dripping pussy. After about twenty minutes of her riding me cowgirl we came together.

After a few moments, Tina said. “Um, George, can I let you in on a secret?”

“Sure,” I said, hitting the stop button on the DVD remote. It was getting boring anyway. I wasn’t expecting Citizen Kane, but the next scene was probably worse than the first one for the sheer lack of passion.

“I’ve had a fantasy about…” Tina hesitated.

“About what, Tina?” I urged her to continue, fully knowing what she was going to say. But I wanted her to say it.

“I’ve fantasized about being with another girl,” she said sheepishly.

“Oh?” I said, unsurprised.

“You’re not surprised?” Tina said surprised.

“I had a gut instinct,” I fibbed sarcastically. “You ever…?”

She shook her head. “No. Oh, I kissed a girl once a while back. Valerie Christopher. Real cutie. We were standing there naked and I had the urge, so I asked her, ‘Hey, Val, can I kiss you?’ and she said yes and I just did it. Right on the lips. Then someone walked into the locker room. I saw her a couple of weeks ago. She’s still hot.”

“Valerie Christopher?” I mused. “I think I know that name from somewhere.”

“Yeah. She gave us that big throw rug for our wedding,” said Tina, pointing to it. “Remember she couldn’t make it because a relative was having surgery?”

“Oh, canlı bahis yeah…” I said nodding, remembering. I’d never seen a picture of Valerie, but from Tina’s description, she sounded like a beauty.

“So, uh, do you think about women a lot?” I asked.

“Well, not a lot. But sometimes I find myself checking out a beautiful girl,” she said. She sat up suddenly. “Understand, I love you, George! I’m not wanting leave you and go completely lezbo. But I don’t think I’d mind going all the way with a girl once just to see what it’s like. You know what would be cool? You fucking me doggy while I go down on her.”

I played out that scene in my mind and got harder. Unfortunately, we didn’t know any women whom we knew were lesbian or bisexual.

However, about a month later, that all changed.

Tina was right about Valerie Christopher. While I was having lunch, she came into the restaurant where Tina worked one slow Tuesday afternoon with a shorter brunette woman. Tina called out to her and I turned around. Valerie was a beauty. The brown-eyed blonde was an athletic-looking 5’6″ or 5’7″ with angular features. While not voluptuous, she still had a good amount of curve to her.

Tina introduced me. Valerie introduced her friend as Monica.

“You know, Valerie. Tina was just talking about you a few nights ago,” I said, only to get Tina’s goat. I could see her stiffen noticeably out of the corner of my eye.

“Oh?” said Valerie.

“Yeah, she loves the throw rug,” I said, thanking her for it.

A blushing Tina quickly ushered Valerie and Monica to their table. On her way to the back, she punched me in the arm lightly.

“You prick,” she growled quietly through her teeth.

I grinned a little. Then nature called. I passed by Valerie’s and Monica’s table and saw they seemed to be getting awfully close. On the return trip, they were sitting just as close and acting more like lovers than friends.

Then an idea hit me. I decided I was going to look for a moment when Valerie was away from Monica and tell her about Tina’s fantasy. Luckily, the opportunity presented itself soon afterward. After dining, Valerie went to the convenience store next door to buy gas. I didn’t see Monica anywhere and assumed they had driven to the restaurant separately. I made an excuse that a headache was coming on and I was going to run to the convenience store next door for an aspirin. I walked into the store and pretended to be surprised Valerie was there.

“Oh, hi, Valerie,” I said innocently.

“Hi!” she said. We chitchatted a little.

“Valerie, may I ask you something of a personal question?” I finally asked.

“You saw me and Monica?” she asked tentatively.

“Yeah,” I said, quickly adding, “Understand, I’m not condemning you. I say live and let live. But that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Okay…?” she said, clearly confused.

I motioned her outside to the side of the building.

“See, Valerie,” I said. “A while back, Tina told me she kissed you.”

“Yeah! In the locker room. And it made me hot,” she said. “Tina’s so gor…” Her hand flew to her mouth in embarrassment. “Oh, sorry!”

“It’s alright,” I said. “I agree. She really is beautiful.” I urged her continue.

“Honestly, George, it made me so crazy! And then someone walked in and spoiled it,” she said. “You know, that’s what made me realize my feelings towards other women?”

“Oh?” I said.

“Yeah!” she said. “George, I’m guessing you’re straight. No offense, but you’d probably never understand same-sex attraction.”

“Oh, I can understand how two people can love each other,” I said. “But…” I shrugged.

“Live and let live?” she offered.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

I decided to be blunt.

“Okay, Valerie,” I took a deep breath and began. “Tina told me a while back she was wondering what it would be like to be with another woman.”

Valerie’s eyes went wide and bahis siteleri she smiled.

“You want to?” I asked.

“Wha…? You serious?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “But if you’re in a relationship with…?”

“Monica.”

“Yeah, Monica.”

“This was only a second date for us,” she said. “We were trying to see if there were real feelings beyond friendship. She’s a nice girl, but I don’t think there will be a third date. Not much of a connection.”

“Oh… Okay, so how do you want to go about this?” I asked.

“Well, when’s Tina off next?” asked Valerie.

“Monday,” I replied. “But there’s something else. She wants me to have sex with her at the same time.”

I guess I should’ve been uncomfortable discussing such intimate matters with a woman I’d only met less than an hour ago. But I wasn’t.

“A three-way?” cried Valerie in a hushed voice, nervously looking around to see if anyone had heard.

“Uh, not quite,” I said. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Valerie. But…” I shook my head. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable.”

Valerie nodded in understanding and agreed. I told her Tina planned to go to the salon on Monday afternoon and suggested that Valerie arrive a little before noon and take her instead. She agreed. It took a lot of willpower to not let the cat out of the bag. Finally, the day came and Valerie arrived at the agreed upon time. Tina was stunned. I suggested that Valerie take Tina instead so they could catch up on old times without me getting in the way.

“You sure, George?” asked Tina.

“Yeah,” I said. “You two probably have a lot to talk about. I’d just be in the way.”

A couple of hours later, they returned. Tina’s hair was a little shorter in a sort of pageboy style.

“Wow! You look beautiful, Tina,” I said, kissing her. “That style really suits you.”

“Doesn’t it?” said Valerie in agreement.

“Thank you,” Tina replied slightly embarrassed.

“And girl, I tell you: you should wear a little color on your cheeks to make your eyes stand out,” said Valerie. “Those grey eyes… whew! Too damn sexy!”

“No way!” Tina protested. “My cheeks are too damn chubby! Why would I make them look fatter?”

“They are not chubby, Tina!” insisted Val. “You’re just cheeky. When you smile? The cutesy factor? Ohmigod I wish I had that!”

“Oh, stop it, Val!” she blushed.

“Tina,” said Valerie, taking a deep breath. “I have to tell you something, and I hope you don’t get upset.”

“Why would I get mad at you, Val?” Tina replied, shrugging her shoulders clearly confused.

“Well, remember that kiss in the locker room, Tina?” she asked, creeping closer. “I never told you that I liked it. I mean really liked it.”

“Y-you did?” said Tina nervously. “I liked it, too actually.”

“Yes you did, didn’t you?” replied Valerie. “And did it affect you later?”

“Well,” said Tina. “Um, I sort of thought… okay, fantasized about… You know…?”

“Yes, Tina. I know,” said Valerie softly. She whispered in her ear: “Why do you think I’m here?”

Tina’s eyes went wide.

“You aren’t!” she said loudly.

“Mmm-hmm,” nodded Valerie. “I’m bi, actually. And you are finally mine.” She kissed Tina lightly on the side of her sensitive neck. She moaned.

Tina looked at me. “Oh, God. George, you set me up?” she asked with a slight smile. She was breathing hard.

“Well…” I said shrugging. “Well, at least you know each other. I thought it would be better with someone you knew and trusted.”

“Oh…” she nodded with a little smile on her face. Then she pulled Valerie down and kissed her deeply.

Valerie’s eyes went wide in shock at Tina’s unexpected aggressiveness, but they soon began Frenching. Valerie moaned and nearly collapsed. Then Tina began running her hands all over the blonde’s body, which Valerie reciprocated. My beautiful little Tina was making out with another hot woman! I regretted not owning a camera, bahis şirketleri because this was a thousand times hotter than any porn scene I’d ever seen. I damned near came.

Tina broke the kiss after a couple of minutes.

“Damn girl!” Valerie exclaimed breathlessly. She had a stunned look on her face.

“Sorry, Val,” Tina laughed lightly.

“It’s alright. I just never pegged you to be that aggressive, Tina,” Valerie said in shock.

“I’m just…” Tina shrugged. She was at a loss for words.

“Shhh…,” said Valerie, putting a finger to her lips. “That’ll disappear soon.” She tugged on her arm and led her to the bedroom. Once again, I mentally kicked myself for not having a camera and followed them. I sat in a chair and got ready for the damnedest show I’d ever seen. I was rock hard and I had to remove my jean shorts. After an interminable ten minutes of Valerie kissing and licking and squeezing Tina and her loudly begging Valerie to put her oral skills to work, Valerie dove into Tina’s beautiful shaved pussy with abandon. And she gave me a hell of a view of her beautiful spread ass. If I hadn’t made a promise to Tina, I would’ve gladly fucked Valerie in any hole she would let me. Instead, I was relegated to lightly stroking myself. Not that I needed help staying hard; I was just worried about coming too soon. It was only seconds after Valerie’s tongue flicked over Tina’s clit that she came explosively. After ten minutes of groaning and thrashing about, she’d orgasmed two more times. Tina panted as the final one subsided.

“Damn, Val! Oh, fuck!” exclaimed Tina. She was all smiles. She exhaled sharply and sat up and kissed Valerie.

“Oh… my… God… That was amazing!” she said, still trying to catch her breath.

“I’ll say. Now it’s your turn, Tina,” said Valerie, leaning back and fingering herself. “My pussy has been aching for this for a long time.”

Tina got on top, leaned over and kissed her again. And my torture continued. Tina broke the kiss and licked Valerie behind her ear, eliciting a moan of pleasure. She slowly traced her tongue down her neck and chest and began gently squeezing and licking her breasts. And then she slowly went down Valerie’s flat stomach and finally down to her beautiful landing-stripped pussy.

“Across my clit, Tina… Oh, yeah! That’s it, babe,” moaned Valerie. She held Tina’s head down and a couple of minutes later, she bucked her hips, moaned loudly and orgasmed.

“Oh, girl! Oh, fuck yeah! Keep it going, Tina,” she panted.

I could not take it anymore. Tina must’ve sensed me walking behind her, because she spread her legs a little and began rubbing her clit vigorously. I rubbed the head of my cock against her slick pussy lips, making her moan. In one move, I slowly buried it in her.

“Ohhhhh fuck!” she groaned. “Damn! Oh yeah!”

“Oh, Tina!” I yelled as I pumped her tight pussy. I tried to pace myself, but looking down at my little Tina with her head practically buried in Valerie’s pussy and Valerie moaning and groaning in ecstasy was too much. I came violently in about five minutes. Valerie and Tina came together about a minute later. We crumpled in a mass of sweating bodies. About twenty minutes later we showered together. About a half hour later, Valerie thanked us for a memorable evening and kissed both of us good night.

Tina said she enjoyed it, but preferred me. Valerie understood.

“Well, did it meet your fantasy?” I asked as I turned out the light.

“Yeah,” said Tina. “Being with a woman was different and fun,” Tina told me. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again. But I need a man.”

And she kissed me good night.

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Note to reader: this was largely a fantasy of mine involving an amalgamation of a couple of woman we both know are lesbian or bisexual. “Valerie Christopher” is a pseudonym. Tina has expressed “a little” interest in having sex with another woman and does get turned on by girl/girl stuff. But we are strictly monogamous; we worry what the effect of inviting another woman into our intimate life will have on our marriage, which is the reason we’ve never done it. But who knows what the future holds?

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Dinner with Arnold

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An invitation to have dinner with Arnold was a most coveted thing among a certain social set. Namely the well-to-do who had tired of the same-old, same-old dinners and parties and wanted something exciting and sexy. Arnold and his wife Griselda had pulled such a thing off to everyone’s amazement and delight. Refining formal dining and sex at the same time.

Arnold’s mansion had a formal dining room with a long table that could accommodate fourteen. Arnold would take the seat at one end and Griselda at the other.

There were six chairs along each side facing one another. The chairs were unique in one respect and that was that their seats had a cutaway channel which extended from the front that was sized to accommodate a human head. Thus while one ate and drank at the elegant table they could enjoy oral sex administered by unseen others below the table. Above the table everything appeared quite normal. Except that is for the facial expressions and utterances of those being sexually services beneath the table.

Of course this was done in complete privacy as the table cloth was large enough to be draped over everyone’s lap. In fact after all had been seated and draped the cloth would be taped to the rear of the arms of the armchair.

There of course remained the detail of having one’s sex readily available for servicing during the meal. This was taken care of after the preliminary cocktail party which enabled the woman to show off their elegant gowns. The men were required to wear tuxedos.

The oral servicing was conducted by local college students as a means of earning some quick money. Four handsome young men and four comely young college women would form a reception line in welcoming the guests. The college men would wear black pants and shoes and flowing, silk white shirts which to some made them appear to be Russian. The women would wear flowing gowns so that their privates could be readily accessed from below.

After cocktails the women would adjourn briefly to a dressing room where they panties would be collected and tagged and their pussies perfumed. The men would go to another room and exchange their tux pants and underpants for aprons and then their cocks and balls sprayed with cologne.

Back to the cocktail lounge all would go to await the diner gong. Upon hearing it sound the men would escort their ladies into the elegant dining room where a harpist would be playing soft heavenly music.

Then came the decision as to whether sit side by side or sit facing each other. This was a very personal decision. Would one want to be facing their spouse or escort as they were orally serviced or face another guest? And would that guest be of the same gender or not?

And there was yet another decision to be made. Would one want a small bell to ring to summons an underling to his or her crotch, or not and leave it to chance?

Decisions; decisions.

“Would you be wishing a bell this evening madam?” All of course would be watching for the lady’s answer.

“Yes, that would be nice.”

“Not this evening. I just adore surprises.”

“Of course, madam.”

– – – – – – – – –

“Good evening, Grace. My but don’t you look ravaging this evening.”

“Why thank you, Jezelda. I adore your hairstyle. I know which issue of Women’s Wear Daily you’ve been reading.”

“Oh my,” says Arnold. “It’s a shame as host I must be above . . . above board at the table.”

“You devil you,” she replies delighted as she gives his cheek a little pat.

“Here are our young offerings for this evening,” he replied as he waved an arm inviting her to pass through the gauntlet of young college men and women who will be eating her this evening as she ate her meal.

“Good evening, my lady,” said a handsome nineteen year old as he bowed and kissed her hand.

“Good evening, my lady,” said his female counterpart to her other side as she made a full curtsey with a little, all-knowing, coy smile.

And so it went as the guests arrived and were greeted with acclaim and then proceeded through the reception line of handsome college men and woman who would make such delightful remarks such as “what a delight it will be for me to service you this evening,” and “I am so looking forward to see more of you,” and “I do hope that you enjoy your meal beneath the table half as much as the one above.”

How wonderful it was to be invited to dinner with Arnold.

The cocktail party lasted but a half-hour as everyone mingled and made small talk. The handsome and wholesome college kids lined a wall and went tit for tat with guests would drift over. Most couldn’t resist. Indeed it was hard to maintain the small talk as everyone eyed the young college students and wondered which would be attending to them and if they would even learn.

“You simply must come visit me this evening, good looking.”

“It will be my pleasure. Do you have any special requests?”

“Oh I will leave that up to you.”

“And what are you majoring in, Sweetie Pie?”

“Academics, you know.”

“Well I hope you will be academicing me, if you get my drift.”

“I’ll güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri bone up for you.”

“Wonderful. But how will I know it’s you, gorgeous?”

“How about my saying nice boner? A size six!”

“Perfect.”

Ding – ding.

“Shall we proceed, folks? Ladies this way and gentlemen that way if you would.”

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Just five minutes later they had re-gathered. The women looked the same as before but the men didn’t quite. They still wore their tuxedoes but their pants had been exchanged for large, wraparound black aprons. Indeed, they could have been confused with the house servants that would be servicing them above the table.

The seating went smoothly. Everyone had already decided if they wanted to sit facing their spouse or date to see their facial expressions or wanted to sit side by side and see the others. Two couples chose to take seats facing each other while four chose to sit side by side. The choices made were telling in of themselves.

White wine was served followed by a toast by Arnold who congratulated all on their being open to new ideas and cultural adventures. Then out came platters of raw oysters on the half shell with a dozen Blue Points being served to each on a bed of ice. Each also had two dips into which the oysters could be dunked and a half lemon in a porous sheath.

“Delicious.”

“Superb.”

“I adore Blue Points,” said one lady as she held up the shell. Just as the slippery crustacean slithered down her throat she gasp as she felt a head rise up between her thighs and a tongue make for her clitoris.

“Oh yes,” she smiled as she laid the vacant shell down and felt the tongue lapping away.

Dong dong.

You see the men had a bell on the floor beside their chair to use in summoning one of the college kids over to him for servicing. The women did too, but theirs was a smaller tinkle bell.

The man had become aroused in watching the oyster slither its way down the refined woman’s throat and then in seeing her gasp. Not only that, but he wanted to be the gentlemen to led the way and kick things over. He wanted to be a leader among men.

He over-smiled as he felt the fine hair of a girl’s head as she began to lick his thighs. But to show off he continued on with his dining as if nothing was afoot.

As he held his next raw oyster and shell up to his mouth, all eyes were on him. As the oyster slithered into his mouth his cock slithered into the mouth of the co-ed beneath the table.

As the raw oyster slithered down his throat his cock slithered down the unseen young woman’s throat.

What timing! One would have thought that there was a director somewhere in a pit directing things.

In fact there was only that soft heavenly music of the harpist.

Quickly the gentlemen scrambled for another oyster. Not taking the time to dip it in a sauce he held the shell up to his mouth. But then he paused. The young lady down below was now throat-fucking him.

With the oyster shell still held up to his mouth he started to buck his hips. He couldn’t help it. Damn it he wanted to show that he had control of the situation.

With his hips involuntarily humping he raised the shell and let the oyster slither in. But it didn’t stop in his mouth. No it slithered straight into his throat as his cock went crazy with lust.

All watched in amazement as the lump in the man’s throat descended only to stop, waiver and start to rise. You see his head was still raised which presented his throat for all to see.

Hump hump. Up and down went the oyster. Would he upchuck it? Or would he upchuck his cum first into the unseen girl’s throat down below?

What if his oyster went down into his stomach at the same time as the oyster from his balls went down into the girl’s throat? Would that make a Guinness world record?

No need to worry about that for the crustacean went down first.

Now his hips humped and pumped as the man took hold of the table edge and rolled his head back as he came to a climax.

Ding ding. Ding ding. Ding ding.

Up and down the table the refined ladies were demanding service.

Service! Ding ding.

Down below the college kids were busy crawling over.

“How do you like the oysters, dear,” ask Arnold from the head of the table.

“You can always count on Blue Points.”

Then all heard her own tinkle bell ring.

Down below the girl who had said she would let her male guest know when she was servicing him was heard to acclaim: “ah; a number six.”

The man smiled proudly.

Then another girl’s voice was heard to announce: “ah; a size seven.”

To round off the conspiracy another there beneath Arnold proclaimed: “My God; a size eight!!”

The size- six man no longer smiled as several guests chuckled. He’d been hoodwinked and outsized.

– – – – – – – – – – – –

A cup of warm celery cream soup was next served. The kids down below had conspired to be cock and pussy teasers during this course. So as the guest made small talk while sipping their wines and güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri soups, heads and bodies were seen to jolt slightly as a male or female head rose between things and licked.

Tongues would make their way upward, only to retreat. Some now were licking balls and others around but not directly on clics.

It was madding.

“Please,” said one lady.

“The salt,” inquired the man next to her.

“No. My pussy; damn it.”

Chuckles were heard from both above and below the table.

“There are rodents down below. Teasing rodents.”

One man though felt a young co-ed’s lips encircle his knob as he put a spoonful of the creamed soup to his lips. He paused and smiled. Then his mouth and eyes opened wide as he felt her mouth encase his cock as her fingers cupped his hairy balls.

The guests looked at him as if he had turned to a pillow of salt. He looked spellbound and frozen with his hand still holding the spoon of soup in front of his mouth.

Down south the girl started pumping her head rapidly with the cock entering and exiting the upper part of her throat.

All saw the man’s breathing quicken and his hand-held spoon start to shake.

Yes, he too was on his way. The young lady would soon have her milkshake, by damn.

Nope.

In a flash the co-ed abruptly stopped and withdrew to smile at her conspirators down below.

All saw the man suddenly looked perplexed and bewildered. Que pasa?

Then guests smiled as they saw him try to recover and continue on sipping his soup as if nothing had happened. Nothing had cum to pass.

But the ladies were not to be left out of the fun. Two were facing each other and gossiping about some bitch when each felt a male head rise up between their thighs and begin licking.

“Have you heard that . . . that.”

“Oh God. Oh sweet God Almighty.”

“You mean that she . . . she . . .”

“Oh my.”

Both young men were now on final approach as their licking of one thigh followed by another, made maddeningly slow advances.

Both ladies saw what was happening to the other. But they weren’t along. The other guests paused in their sipping of soup as they looked on.

But the ladies were bent on not giving in to the other’s smearing looks. As one would struggle to utter more gossip the other would sip her soup as she looked her in the eye.

Then they would reverse. The gossip about that bitch had now of course turned into staggered bits of nonsense. But they kept on trying as the others were finishing their soup. You see, down below the kids were so well organized that they knew when to stop and leave one unfulfilled.

With a hand-pat signal both male’s tongue below reached their targets. Tongues began to work clics in harmony. This brought the gossiping to an end.

The two ladies were eye-to-eye now as they sipped their warm creamy soup between gasps for air. By damn if one was going to give in to the other and climax.

Arnold smiled at his wife at the far end of the table. She returned his knowing smile with a wink.

All could see both women begin their upward paths to climax as their mouths opened wide and they no longer made any attempt at sipping soup, yey didn’t have the ability under these circumstances to lay down their spoons. No; both were still holding them aloft.

And just like that, nothing. With a hand-pat signal both young men below broke off their engagements.

It’s always distressful to have an engagement broken. So unsatisfying.

Now lowering their spoons the two ladies looked at each other and then up and down at all the guests would were frozen in place.

Ding – ding. Ding – ding.

Ding – ding. Ding – ding.

But alas it was a house servant who answered the call.

“Are you finished, madam?”

“Finished? Are you crazy? No, I’m not finished, you fool.”

“I meant with the soup, madam.”

The college kids down below had to struggle not to laugh aloud.

They too were having their fun.

– – – – – – – – –

Next came the entries. This evening they were German. In the center of each plate was a knackwurst in a fresh, natural casing of a size and shape of a male cock with a hard on. Beneath one end of the crescent shaped wiener were two, testicle-size red potatoes. Sauerkraut lay at the base of the knackwurst cock about the testicle- potatoes like pubic hair.

From the knackwurst cock head flowed a stream of mustard which ended in a dipping pool.

As a touch of added refinement, an annular groove was cut near the end of the wiener distal the mushroom balls.

A fine Burgundy red wine had replaced the white.

“Why I think I recognize Walter here,” said one woman with a laugh as she smiled at her husband.

“So do I,” said another, who was not his spouse.

More laughter.

“I hope you have take-home boxes,” added another.

Ah; diner at Arnold’s.

And for the entries there would be no teasing or letup from down below. No, entries were to be entries both above and below the table. The main events.

“How güvenilir bahis şirketleri do you like the cock, Edith,” asked Arnold.

“Quite enticing. But I would like some Grey Poupon.”

“And Alice, dear. How are the balls?”

“Quite nice and red. But shouldn’t they be shriveled?”

“Good point. I’ll ask the chef. But he can be so touchee.”

“Oooo. Oouuuu,” plead the hostess at the far end. “Is that you young Henry?”

There could only be a muffled response heard.

“Henry?”

“No it Gregory, ma’am.”

“Nice touch, Gregory. OOOOH. OOuuuuuuuu. Aaaaa.”

“Oh my.”

Just as one of the gentleman cut into his wiener right in the groove, he jerked. Something obviously had taken hold of his other wiener at about the same local.

He jolted again as he felt his entire cock become encapsulated in feminine warmth.

He sliced too hard which sent his wiener cockhead sliding off his plate and onto the plate of the lady seated to his side.

“Ralph; your cock head just popped in unannounced. When I’ll want your cock I’ll let you know.”

“Ha ha.”

“Do you have my phone number?”

That brought a few laughs. But Ralph didn’t respond. Now he was feeling the head and hair of a co-ed in his crotch who was face fucking him so hard that her mouth and nose were striking him and his pubic hair.

Ralph started panting and moving about in his chair. Then the lady to his side presented his severed wiener cock head to him, holding it daintily by her thumb and forefinger.

“Good God Almighty, woman. Can’t you see I’m . . .”

She cut him off by flipping it into his open mouth.

The face fucking continued down below without let up as Ralph struggled not to swallow his wiener cockhead while his own personal cockhead was going in and out of the throat below.

“Would you like some mustard, Ralph,” asked the lady who had done the flipping. “It’s Grey Poupon, you know.”

Ralph’s response to that quaint inquiry was to spit the wiener cockhead into the table centerpiece of flowers as he spewed forth cum down below.

“Ralph,” said his wife who was seated across from him. “One does not spit one’s cockheads at the dinner table.”

“Sorry, honey,” he replied as he sank down into his chair expecting the young lady now to withdraw. But she didn’t. Somehow she managed to retain his joint in her mouth as it withered some.

He reached down underneath the table cloth and took hold of her head. In this position though he didn’t have much leverage.

As he tried to push her off she wrapped her arms and hand around his back and held on. Guests seated nearby could see her forearms as they wrapped about him.

A struggle ensued. As he tried to push her away and off his manhood she resisted. The guests could now see a tug of war going on.

“Enough,” he whispered.

“Enough? Don’t tell me you are already finished,” asked Arnold. “The wiener is Bavarian, you know.”

Ralph gave up and raised himself back up in his seat as the co-ed continued to keep his spent ding dong in her mouth. She was acting as a savings bank. Early withdrawal would come with a penalty.

What feminine fortitude.

Ralph picked up his glass of red wine as all looked on. He discovered that sweat had formed on his forehead. He had managed only to take one sip before the creature from the deep started in again, face fucking.

Under everyone’s gaze he tried to ignore the attack and sip more wine. But then he felt himself start to harden again. So did the young lady down below as his cock swelled.

“Have you tried the sauerkraut, honey,” asked his wife with a knowing smirk.

Without attempting to frame a response he put his fork to it and took a bit.

“Very nice.”

A muffled response could be heard coming from down under.

He took another bit.

Now the co-ed was massaging his balls as she began to throat his re-hardened cock.

He couldn’t help but to respond by jerking his hips.

“I see you decided to have more, honey. And I don’t mean the kraut.”

“Screw you, Kate,” he responded as he took a death grip on the arms of his chair and began to thrust unabatedly.

“My but Ralph does enjoy the sauerkraut,” said the hostess. “I’ll certainly have to tell chef.”

And again all served witness to seeing Ralph explode into the throat of the young lady down below.

Fortunately, it was an underground explosion with no atmospheric fallout for then it was time for dessert.

– – – – – –

Cherries Jubilee. The lights were dimmed and the harpist took a break.

In marched the house servants with sparklers a- sparkling. It was so impressive that few noticed the sly departure of the co-eds. The men had had their fun and now it was time for the fair sex to have theirs. To have their extra desserts.

Well, not exactly.

The four male students beneath the table found that with the departure of their female counterparts that they now had space to roam and romp. After all there were seven pussies to service as their owners ate their cherry jubilees.

So much choice.

So little time.

Half of the cherry jubilees went beside the host and hostess where they were flambéed. After serving the host and hostess each servant made it way done one aisle of diners scooping out individual portions as the sparklers sparkled on.

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Dreaming Reality

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Rolling out of bed, Melissa could only hear the sounds of her husbands’ snores. This has become routine for Eric; Come home, eat, watch TV or play video games, then have 5mins of sex… enough time for him to get off and then fall asleep. the same routine, the same positions, same words over and over, day in and day out, with the same outcome Eric asleep and Melissa unfulfilled and frustrated.

Walking into the bathroom, Melissa removes her robe; revealing a petite framed olive complexion, extenuated by 32c breasts, with light pink nipples, and a shade darker pink areolas, her 5″2′ frame also held the sexual tension of some one far larger than she. Looking into the mirror thoughts of doubt clouded her mind, “am I not good enough sexually? Does he no longer find me sexy? Am I just a tool for him to use when he needs release? Has he found someone younger…firmer…kinkier?

Her final thought brought forth a slight chuckle, Kinkier?? No one was more than she, no one was more than willing to do whatever her husband wanted, no matter how dark or demented, she originally thought this was done out of love for him, but now she started to bahis firmaları even question that. Her own thoughts led to visions of her involved with Eric and an unknown female in ménage-a-trios. The vision encompassed her mind, watching as this mystery female pleased her husband orally.

Her vision shifted from her husband receiving fellatio, down the mystery woman’s body, Melissa’s eyes reveled at the beauty before her. Everything this woman was, was a complete contrast to Melissa, she was over 5″7′, buxom, tanned 36d breasts. The gaze continued on, over this woman’s firm and slightly defined stomach, finally resting on her lovely tanned mound, which was nicely trimmed as opposed to Melissa’s fully nude one. A slight glisten of fluid caught her sight, which brought forth the need to taste her newfound lover.

The fragrance of her sex entered into the senses of Melissa, she was sweet yet powerful.

The site drew near as Melissa’s face came closer and closer to this entrancing site, without full knowledge her tongue parted the full moist lips and lightly grazed across swollen labia. The sensation of the initial contact sent currents kaçak iddaa of lust across the hypersensitive taste buds. As the tongue glided into her the taste was just as powerful and sweet as her scent.

As a cat laps milk, so did Melissa do to her lover, long dragging motions into a now wet hot entrance to this woman’s canal the luxurious taste of female engulfed her mouth. Her own moans of pleasure entered and echoed back into already perked ears. These moans were duplicated by the woman underneath her, only they were muffled as Eric’s manhood was being licked and suckled

Eric’s own moans became intensified as she new his time was drawing near, with a deep groan his body fell limp as Melissa has felt many times before, she knew he was spent. She on the other hand was far from complete, as was the lady lover, who readjusted her self so her tongue entered into Melissa. This feeling was both terrifying and exciting simultaneously, the sheer fact that the first time she was with a woman, she felt more alive than she had with Eric for years, was almost too much to take.

In her ‘minds eye” the scene played on ; bodies writhing, moans emitting, kaçak bahis licking and sucking sound filling the air. The sensations of lust mixed with tastes of each, the touch of flesh to flesh, and the smell of sex filled the room, everything building, leading to the crescendo that washed across both women at the same time.

Returning from her trance like state, panting, chest heaving. It became apparent that the thought had taken on a life of its own. The realization was verified as all of her feeling came back to the now exhausted but highly aroused body. Melissa’s hand moved away from the sensitive bud that caused her intense orgasm. With out knowledge her own body took control and brought the relief Eric could not provide.

Covered with the fluids of lust her hand rose to eye level, the knowledge that her body was no longer under her control brought shame and yet arousal, tasting the fluids on her fingers, mimicking the fellatio performed in the dream, brought on yet another orgasm.

“I do more with my hand than he does with his entire body” rang true in her mind and was confirmed by the same statement vocally. The feeling of shame turned to frustration, which in turn evolved into anger. With the shower dispersing water, she opened and stepped into the shower, her thought were only of sex….however it was sex without Eric.

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Dinner Out Ch. 01

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*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental*

After a long day at work it was finally good to be home! She tosses her keys on the table next to the mail and lays the purse on the sofa. Moving across the living room she reaches the lamp on the side table, bending over to flip the switch at the base. When the light refuses to turn on at her touch, she idly bites her lower lip and steps back to examine the obstinate lamp.

“Oh come on! Stupid light bulb” she mutters to herself as she moves to the kitchen cabinet to replace it. Remembering the bulbs stored in the upper cabinet, she reaches high to pull them off the top shelf when the presence of another moves up her spine. Pausing as she feels the slight chill on the back of her neck, she gasps when a strong hand grasps her wrist. As her arm is firmly pulled behind her back, a moan escapes her lips as she attempts to twist around. She can feel his breath on the back of her neck as both hands are pulled together behind her. Feeling the soft satin of the restraints as her wrists are bound, the knot is pulled tight and her attempts to pull her hands away prove futile.

“What is this?” she asks, her requests being met only with silence as the dark room goes even darker when a satin blindfold is pulled across her eyes. Her other senses heighten at the loss of vision and she becomes distinctly aware of his presence close behind her as his hands begin to massage deeply up her thighs. The business skirt she is wearing proves no match for his caress, and soon the palm of his hand is running firmly over the front of her panties, bringing a gasp to her lips. His fingers prove adept at bringing her wetness to the surface, canlı bahis staining the front of the thin underwear. Soon her skirt is low around her ankles and she feels the air across her cheeks left bare around the thong.

Her world spins as she is quickly spun around and she feels the cool of the countertop pressing against her bare skin. The hands that have proved so experienced at making her moist are soon pressing insistently through her blouse into her ample breasts, bringing another low utterance from deep in her chest. With a quick flourish and little warning her blouse is firmly ripped open and her bra pulled down, her tit flesh overflowing the silk cups into the cool air of the kitchen. Her gasp is met with a soft moan when a warm mouth quickly finds first one firm nipple before latching onto the second. Her breathing quickens as the warm embrace of wet lips leaves her nipples hard and glistening.

Before her mind can register the complete pleasure to be gained through such manipulations, she is quick to squeal as her flimsy thong is pulled roughly down her thighs. The hands that have been roaming over her body adeptly slide the thong off her silky smooth legs and grasp her legs in a firm grip. With a quickness and strength that leave her panting she is lifted until sitting on the cool counter top. With a steady touch her thighs are soon splayed open and she feels the wetness coating her lips, a wetness that is soon matched by a warm and throbbing insistence to have her.

Her hands clench in the silk restraints behind her back and her head rolls back to rest against the cabinet as she feels her dripping pussy beginning to open around the firmness of his manhood. The throbbing that she can feel in her own clit is soon matched by the heat of his cock slowly sliding bahis siteleri deeper inside her. Her moan at his insistent intrusion is soon transformed into a squeal of delight when she feels the return of the warm mouth to her exposed and heaving breasts.

As he pushes deeper inside her depths, filling places that long to be explored, the tongue continues its trek up her neck. Finding an ear lobe, the tongue is quickly replaced with teeth that both bite and pull at the sensitive flesh. With a final groan of pleasure that reverberates through the kitchen she feels her clit pressed tight against warm skin as his cock reaches deep inside her. With but a brief pause she is soon left open again, only to have the emptiness replaced with his cock once more. Over and over this repeats until she feels that she will go crazy with lust before finally moaning out the words that she has longed to utter…

“Fuck me” she moans.

The slow, rhythmic motion that has teased her thus far soon gives way to the harder, more insistent fucking that she deeply craves. The sound of her gasping at his firm handling of her hanging breasts is quickly drowned out by the wet sound of her pussy gushing over his firm cock. An orgasm, she hopes the first of many that night, overtakes her body as she spasms both on the counter and on the end of his rod.

Pulling out slowly she blushes at the sound of her moistness regrettably giving up his dick to the cold air. Feeling his hands on her waist, she is pulled down roughly from the counter top onto shaking legs. With the firm grip of his hand on the back of her neck, she feels herself being pulled in the direction of the living room. Following along blindly, she stumbles through the dark of the blindfold.

“Hey!” she exclaims as she feels the unmoving bahis şirketleri sofa hit against her waist. Before realizing what this obstruction portends, she feels a strong hand behind her shoulders pushing her down and over the couch. Insistent hands pulling apart her firm ass are quickly replaced by the now familiar cock thrusting back deep inside her. The soft material of the couch against her stomach and hanging tits proves her savior as her firm fucking resumes. Without warning her upturned ass quickly becomes the object of quick slaps and firm spankings, turning her white cheeks a rosy pink. As the deep penetration of her pussy continues, the hands she now knows so well become entwined in the strands of her hair. As the cock continues to thrust deep inside her pussy, stimulating that spot that will soon have her begging for his load, her head is pulled back and her mouth opens in a low moan.

“Please….” she gasps out between her moans.

“Please fuck me harder.”

The pace of the cock pounding into her pussy grows faster and faster, the sound of the smacking against her ass being drowned out only by her gasps and moans. She feels his dick begin to throb as an orgasm overtakes her once again. Soon she feels the pulsating reach a swollen climax when stream after stream of his cum coat her insides, pushing her own orgasm to stronger heights. The gasps she can hear from behind her match her own as she feels their essence mingling inside. The low utterance of a wishful moan escapes her lips when he withdraws, leaving her open and wanting more. She feels herself being pulled up and the restraints removed from her wrists. Reaching up to remove the blindfold, her vision returns to see him standing here with the blouse in his hands.

“It looks like you need a new button. I hope you don’t mind” he asks as an evil grin spreads across his features.

“Now put this on and get dressed,” he instructs, he handing her a black thong.

“We’re late for dinner.”

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First Successful BJ and Much More

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Hi. My name is Tina. This story is a rough approximation of a learning experience I had when I was 18 years old. I am now 41 years old and have been married to my current husband since I was 28. It’s a fun story and very different that my previous two.

To set the stage, I need to explain that I came from a very strict, religious family. Well, at least my mother was. My father pretty much went along with her on most decisions and as I learned later, he never agreed much but she was a tyrant. I did not date in high school. I did not dress fashionable. I guess most kids thought I was a freak. I did not have many friends.

I graduated high school like most kids at 18 and started community college in my home town of Denver. My mom would not pay for college if I wanted to move away. I stayed a short time and did not finish school but my older brother, who lives in Chicago came to visit and convinced me it was time to move away. He offered to let me stay with him until I got going. He knew mom was nuts

Within a few short weeks, I began to realize how stifled I was under my mother’s roof. I bought some new clothes, got a job and began making friends. I even had guy friends. I had a nice body but spent most of my time covering it up. While I was not really a prude and I was able to learn some things, I really had no real world experience with men. I dated a few different guys and even began to have sex.

I know what blowjobs were and tried to please a few of my dates but just could not get the hang of it. I would try and try but could not get them off before they got frustrated with me. They were always nice to me but I could not figure it out.

I worked in a warehouse office with 7 other women. I was the youngest and prettiest by far but they were a wild bunch. They chatted and gossiped all day long, Every day. I knew all about their husbands, their boyfriends, their problems, their kids. You name it. One lady was a biker lady named Chris. She always dressed kind of slutty and was OK looking but easily 40 or 45 years old. She never spoke much but joined in on all the fun when we had it.

One Friday after work, we all went to a happy hour for free food and some drinks. I was really enjoying partying and getting buzzed. I never experienced anything like that before. For some reason, the girls were picking on me because I was the youngest and wanting me to spill everything about my sex life. I finally had enough tequila to tell a little bit. I finally asked the about blowjobs and how they got their men off doing it. I explained I was doing something wrong and could not get a guy off by giving oral.

After they quit laughing and making fun of me, the subject changed to something else and we all went about discussing new things. As the group thinned, Chris came over and sat by me. She had never been very friendly to me and never really started a conversation before. I figured she did not like me at all.

She leaned over to me and spoke softly so nobody could hear and said, “I can help you with the bj problem of yours?” I looked over at her and it was the first time I had ever really seen her smile at me. She was much prettier when she smiled.

“How?” I asked.

She told me to come home with her tonight and she would explain everything but not in front of everyone bahis firmaları here. It made sense to me and I had nothing better to do on a Friday night. She lived about 5 miles from there and said she would bring me back later to pick up my car.

We arrived at her house about 9:00 PM, very loaded but ready to party to midnight or beyond. She had a small house, kind of shabby but a big yard. There was a motorcycle and van in the driveway and the front door was open. We walked in and a big guy with long black braided hair, tattoos, and a nice moustache and beard was watching TV. He was probably 46 or50 but in nice shape and very muscular. He got up and greeted us. He must have been 6’6″ tall and way over 200 pounds. He looked like a bad ass biker but was soft spoken and very friendly. Chris introduced us. His name was Mike and they had been married for 4 years, a second marriage for both. He mixed up some drinks for all of us and we sat in the living room with the TV on but not really watching it.

We chatted a while and all of a sudden Chris blurted out, “Tina wants to learn how to do a proper blowjob Mike. Should we show her?” At that moment, I could have crawled under the table. I was so embarrassed. I wanted to kill her. He laughed a bit and then she did also, which didn’t help but they got me to laugh a little and finally I settled down.

She said to Mike, “Take your pants off.” And right there in the living room with the curtains open and the TV on, he just stood up and slid his jeans down and kicked them into the corner. He did not have any underwear on and I just sat 5 feet away from him looking at his big penis. She got up from her chair and pulled her tank top off showing her boobs. I never saw anything this spectacle.

She smiled at me and said, “The first lesson is you always have to have your tits out. Guys like that.” She walked over to him and kneeled down in front of him. She turned to look at me and said, “watch and learn.” She turned back to him and with her hands around his back side, on his nice buns, she leaned down and scooped up his still hanging penis in her mouth and seemingly swallowed it all up. She worked it skillfully as it grew to a very nice size and she was only able to then work the tip and down about half way.

After maybe 5 minutes, she stopped and leaned back. Smiling, she said, “now you try.”

“What?” I said. “Are you crazy? I cannot do that. He is your husband.”

She smiled even more and said, “I don’t mind. Mike, do you mind?”

He replied with a devilish grin, “I don’t mind.”

I refused but she pressed. Then he pressed. I was very nervous about it and never did anything like this. And especially with her watching. She convinced me they wanted to teach me and between their pressure and my 6 or 7 margaritas and some shots, I gave in. I got up and kneeled before him.

“Wait.” She said. “Take off your clothes.” Again I objected but she said I have to do everything right if I want to be successful. I had never been able to get a guy off orally before and I had come this far. I was going to try and succeed with her help.

I stood up and unbuttoned my blouse. He watched as I did. I slipped it off. I reached back and unfastened my bra. I took a deep breath and let it drop to the floor, uncovering my big young boobs kaçak iddaa as he stared. He even reached up to touch them. I just stood there and let him as he fondled me and rubbed his fingers across my nipples, making them erect.

“Take your pants off too. It will be best.” she said. Without hesitation, I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off. I slid my panties down and kicked them aside. I stood in front of this strange man, completely nude with his eyes roving between my big boobs and my nude bush.

I then kneeled down and I was eye level with his huge penis. I don’t really know if it was that huge but it was definitely bigger then my two previous boyfriend’s ones. I leaned forward and took it with my hand to guide it to my mouth.

Chris said loudly, “Rule number 2…… No hands. He doesn’t like hands.” So I let go and dropped my hands to my sides. I maneuvered my head up so I could take his tip in my mouth and settle back to a comfortable kneeling position with it in my mouth. I started to go up and down on it like I always did before and he placed his hands on the back of my head.

Chris planted herself right next to me and began giving me instruction. Her face was a foot away from mine as she gently told me……”use your tongue. Press it up underneath his cock. The most sensitive spot is underneath just below the head.” She watched and then said, “try to go deeper. Tilt your head down so it does not hit high in the back of your throat. Go deeper….deeper.”

I was able to go all the way down until my nose touched his lower belly at the base of his penis but I could not breath. I backed out and caught my breathe. Chris continued, “Now do that at a pace where you can go all the way down and back off to breath through your nose. Do it slowly. You are not in a hurry. Keep your tongue up pressed against his cock…….good…..”

I kept going up and down the full length of his penis with my tongue pressed firmly against the bottom. She told me to actually suck—not just move my mouth up and down but suck. So suck I did. I sucked and licked. I licked all around the tip as she told me. I licked underneath. I licked down to his balls and got hairs in my mouth but she said to keep going.

He said quietly that he was getting close. I felt as tough I was going to make it happen. She told me to take him all the way in my mouth again. As I did, he placed his hands on the back of my head again and slowly started to pump his hips to the same rhythm I was going down on him. He started pressing harder and harder. She was whispering encouragement in my ear as I sucked as hard as I could.

All of a sudden, he pulled my head toward him and lunged as his thighs shuttered and he filled my mouth with sticky goo. It just kept coming and coming and I opened my mouth enough to let is drip down my chest to the floor. With one last gasp, he shot another few drops in my mouth and pushed me back. I lifted my tongue and let the rest flow out of my mouth and down my chin to drip all over the floor.

“I did it!” I screeched and looked over to see Chris smiling and up to see Mike grinning with his eyes closed leaning back on the couch. “I did it. I finally did it.”

Chris said, “I told you I would help you. But that was just the first lesson. You have a lot more to learn.”

At kaçak bahis that moment, I said “OK. I am ready for anything.”

She said, I could come over every night and practice on Mike so I could go back to my boyfriends with confidence. No longer would they say I could not give a good bj. I was going to be the best.

I wound up spending the night. We were all pretty loaded. Chris had my lay naked on their dining room table with my legs bent at the knees and hanging toward the floor. Mike sat in a chair between my spread legs and leaned forward to lick my clitoris and vagina. Chris was at my head and reached down to massage my boobs and gently pinch my nipples and roll them between her fingers. As Mikes tongue probed deeper inside me, I pulled my knees up and spread my legs wider for him. He spread me open with his fingers and licked deeper than anyone. Soon I was having orgasms like never before and he pulled my whole body to the edge of the table.

At the same time, Chris leaned over me and began kissing me on the lips as her hands explored my breasts, my belly, my arms, my neck, and my face and hair. Slowly she placed her hands on my forearms and applied pressure to pin my arms above my head as she kissed me deeply. At that point, I realized Mike was beginning to penetrate my vagina and pull my legs and hips toward him. As I began to struggle, Chris bit my lower lip and held on as she pinned my wrists — effectively immobilizing me as Mike began to to deeply penetrate my vagina with his hard penis. I was pinned and helpless as he took liberties with me that I did not plan. He started to push deeper and harder as Chris held me tight. Soon I did not care. She let go, and even got up as I laid there nude and let her husband just pound on me and have his way. I did not care any more. He was 20 or 25 years older than me. He was huge. He was raping me. And I liked it. I wanted him. I wanted so much more. I wanted his cock. I wanted him in me. Pounding me, taking me—I invited him.

He kept going for what seemed like 30 maybe 45 maybe 60 minutes. He had my legs up on his shoulders. He was deep in me. He was an older man, with muscles, with tattoos,, with a nice hard body and a nice butt. His wife was watching him molest me. Take advantage f me. Use me….

And I loved every second. I realized that they had set me up. They were taking advantage of me. I did not care. I was cumming. He was cumming. She was watching and holding me down. It all seemed right.

We all slept in the same bed that night and woke up together. In the morning, my head was on fire but both of them were feeling me up. I had for hands roving my body, feeling my breasts, feeling my highs, fingering me, just molesting me. I asked for more and it began again. We had sex until noon when Chris finally pulled on a sweatshirt and drove me to my car.

The next weekend, I was over at their house again. We spent two full days in bed. I sucked Mike’s penis twice to completion and then again the last morning. For the next several months, I spent at least one weekend night at their house sucking on Mike’s penis as Chris gave me more tips. Within the next six months, I went back out with my two friends and several other guys. I sucked them all off and made them cum. Some came within minutes and some took almost and hour. But I did it. I made each and every one of them cum. They will not be saying Tina is no good at blowjobs ever again. They will be calling me every weekend for a date and the lucky ones will hook up.

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Bi Friends: The Satrap’s Hat

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I have been recounting two close yet very seperate periods in my life in these stories. One, at the end of high school and that summer leading up to college, takes place at the end of the 70s. The other is a few years into college, in the early 80s.

The former was a time of finding myself, sexually, and included a remarkable amount of straight lovemaking with willing neighbor girls and various schoolmates and relatives, and an incredible number of bi oral encounters with neighbor boys and schoolmates and relatives, in my barn and my neighbor Donny’s barn. Donny and I grew up 69ing each other all the time, sometimes twice a day, and always laughing and goofing about it. He also had two sisters close to my age who were a part of our ongoing sex play, in stories I have yet to pen for Lit.

The college years were entirely straight for me, yet my closest friends were a few straight and lesbian girls who redefined what was acceptable sexual interaction between us and gleefully tossed society’s norms and restrictions out the window. It was beautiful, and always pursued and practiced with a grin! Remember, this was the era before k.d.lang, and such behavior was considered… well, read on…

Please feel free to read the other stories… just look up ‘Bi Friends” and please feel free to e-mail comments or send similar reminiscence.

Raj Pepper

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THE SATRAP’S HAT

Anarkali and I regularly daytripped to New York, and one day we found ourselves in a shop where moderately expensive, custom made new wave clothes and accessories could be had. She bought a modest yet well concieved camisole, and then we talked to the gay owner about some custom hats.

We had decided to bring something special back to Margaret’s. Since our circle gathered in her Orientale room, we thought it would be fun to have some hats made up for all those present to wear. I pulled a picture from my jacket of the painting with the nude and the fierce souave, and we ordered up five hats in the style on the souave’s head, brocade fabrics, a big tassle, etc. Then, just for fun, we ordered bahis firmaları up a hat that looked more like something a chubby Turk in an Aubrey Beardsley drawing would wear. More of a big flat pillow that could be worn on the head, and very funny. Anarkali picked up the tab after I negotiated the price, and a few weeks later, they arrived at her dorm room, UPS.

Bringing something special to Margaret’s was something that we expected of each other, all the time. That something special was often an unusual food item or exotic drink of some kind. It was a suggestion of something nutty or deviant to do, a new game to play or song to learn. We gathered at Margaret’s every week, Jo, Annie, Anarkali, Margaret, and myself, and cooked and drank and studied… and studied… and studied. At some point we would tire of studying (unless a paper or project was due) and we would light an endless number of candles and settle into the Orientale room to drink and share…

We’d share a story, read a passage, sing a song, confess a debauch, lay out a complicated proposal, etc., all the while drinking, wearing a selection of Margaret’s collection of exotic robes, open, and naked underneath. Anarkali and I presented the hats to the group with much ceremony, amid comically girlie claps and squeals of delight from the girls. The hats went on immediately and the Satrap’s Hat went into the center of the gargantuan coffee table. We decided that whoever’s turn it was to share or tell or recite or perform or demand would wear the satrap’s hat to indicate their command of that moment.

That night, Jo told the story of being a lesbian jock at Penn. I remember it as clearly as if it was told last night. Jo was either on every possible women’s sports team or, more often, served in some sort of assistant team manager’s position. She stood at one point, her robe open and the silly Satrap’s Hat on her head, and described entering the shower room, eyes on fire and nostrals flared, and extending her arms like an Indian chief speaking to the Great Spirit, she would turn slowly in the hot shower, hands clenched into fists. It was a power that roared kaçak iddaa through her body like slow lightning. As she would slowly open her eyes, she would see one or two freshman team mates who couldn’t take their eyes off of her. She would approach one, slowly, steadily, extend one arm and slowly slip it around her waist. The girl would be frightened of her own sexuality, breathing in short panting breaths. Jo would bring her face up to the girl’s, cheek to cheek, and then pull back slowly till their lips were touching, and let the girl kiss her, which she always did. It was an animal dance, very romantic, and Jo shivered as she told the tale.

Annie broke the spell by shreiking and jumping up onto the coffee table and pushing Jo over onto the cushy divan, then pounced on her and drank her kisses. They rubbed pussies and came amazingly fast, then panted and laughed and came back to the circle.

“Well”, said Anarkali, in a sort of Jack Benny style. She took the Satrap’s Hat and told a tale of our lovemaking, which I admit that I loved to hear. Anarkali wasn’t a virgin when we met, but had never had good sex until our first night together. When she told a tale of our passions, it became an epic story, incredibly romantic. We really did plan some beautiful times together, but in her tales I was almost a prince and she certainly sounded like a princess. To hear this proper Indian lass put words and all the details to the actual sex acts was always funny.

Annie read a passage from one of the smutty classics, Candide or Sallambo or the Marquis De Sade. All the girls were addicted to the banned books of their parent’s generation, or at least to the juicy parts, and we heard them all and acted out parts of many of them.

I made up a story for Anarkali, called The Sadhu Who Could Tie His Wille In A Knot, and told it with much drunken flourish.

Margaret, who had been unusually quiet this evening, asked us to define the power of the Satrap’s Hat. We all decided that it could, among other things, embolden the wearer to ask anything of the others, but could not compel them to do those things. “I wish to be kaçak bahis so emboldened!” Margaret said with a grin, and she had us put most of the candles out. “I would like to have Johnny and Anarkali make love, here on the table, with Anarkali on top, with Annie and Jo holding Johnny’s arms, gently. I want to bring my face so close that I can breathe in the scents of their sex together”

Anarkali and I looked at each other and smiled. By now we were all lit, and the idea seemed delightful. It was safe to ask for such a thing here with close friends. We liked it.

Margaret blindfolded me with a large, silk scarf, and four sets of hands laid me back onto quickly placed, flat pillows. Anarkali climbed on top and Margaret’s hands guided her down onto my very taut pole. I could feel Margaret’s breath between our legs, and she spoke a few soft words that I couldn’t hear. Anarkali’s breasts moved across my chest, teasing gently. She kissed me, deeply, while rolling her hips in a beautiful rhythm. With her hands on my face, she pushed her thumbs up and moved my blindfold up just enough so that I could see down the front of us both. No one noticed or said anything, and she said she had to change positions. As she stood, I could see that Margaret was also straddling me and as Anarkali stepped out of the way, Margaret lowered herself down to take her place.

It was so exciting, and so different. Even if the blindfold had been tight, I would have known the difference in an instant. Margaret was thinner and longer, her breasts were smaller, her kiss completely different, though VERY enthusiastic. I could hear Jo and Annie giggling as they held my arms and hands, and my face was suddenly covered with a familiar scent and taste. My tongue went for Anarkali’s button and caressed the length of her beautiful peach. There followed much drunken comming and collapsing and laughing… a little violent, a little funny.

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That Friday night, Amber picked me up at my place. As soon as I laid eyes on her, I was a goner; my cock was an iron bar before I had even said hello. She wore a short, black dress, sleeveless with a sultry open back, and black suede lace-up heels. My god, she looked hot!

Although she was a bit early, she insisted on leaving immediately.

“I’ve made arrangements for everything on your wish list except for one thing,” she said as we drove off. “But since we’ve got some time to spare, there might be a way yet…”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I admitted, squirming in my seat. I pressed down on my crotch, trying to calm my raging hard-on, but it was no use. Amber noticed my predicament and offered a sympathetic smile.

“You can take it out and jack it for a while if you need to,” she said.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Sure, just don’t cum, okay?” she giggled.

Needing no further words of encouragement, I whipped out my throbbing cock and stroked, off and on, until we arrived at our destination: a parking complex on the outskirts of the city. Amber parked the car, killed the engine, and opened the door. Stunned that she would leave me hanging like that, I stuffed my dick back in my pants and followed her out of the garage and toward the shabbier part of town. We walked for about five minutes until we arrived at a crowded local nightclub, but instead of going in, Amber led me into the dark alley out back.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky,” she whispered as she fearlessly headed down the gloomy backstreet.

“Amber, what the fuck?” I hissed, trailing behind her.

“We still have half an hour before our time slot,” she replied. “Maybe I can complete your list.”

“Once again, I have no idea what you’re going on about, but if it’s just one thing, we can-“

“Stay here,” she interrupted.

She walked over to a girl smoking a cigarette and checking something on her phone. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but after a few seconds, the girl shot Amber a dirty look and shook her head, obviously turning down whatever request my girl had made.

Unfazed by this rejection, Amber continued down the alley until she noticed a pair of girls talking and laughing. Their outfits, or lack thereof, indicated they’d had a rather good time in the club – their dresses, one red, the other black, barely covered their asses and were completely backless. I wasn’t sure they weren’t actually lingerie, not really dresses at all, but before I could finish my analysis, Amber had walked up and started a conversation with the girls.

After listening for a few seconds, they glanced at me and giggled. A few moments later, the look on their faces turned to shock. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but I’ll admit I was growing very curious as I watched them talk and laugh amongst themselves. Amber glanced over at me and shrugged her shoulders, uncertain if the girls would take her up on her offer.

What the fuck had she said to them? What the fuck were we doing in this alley? I just wanted to fuck my girlfriend and stop these stupid games, but I knew I was at her mercy, and if I ever wanted to slide my fat cock in her lovely, sopping cunt, I knew I had to play.

Snapping out of my reverie, I realized the girl in the black dress must have agreed to Amber’s proposal, because the next thing I knew, she leaned toward the girl in the red and softly kissed her lips. It was a bit awkward at first, but they seemed to get in the spirit of things pretty fast, their kissing becoming more passionate and their hands touching each other all over.

Just as it seemed they were really getting into it, the girl in the black dress stopped cold, handed her purse to her friend, and squatted down against the wall, looking up at my girlfriend expectantly. Amber turned to me and smirked, and it occurred to me the debauchery had only just begun. I watched in disbelief as she slipped her hands under her dress, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her black satin panties, and pulled them all the way down, exposing her dripping cunt to this complete stranger. She stepped towards the wall, put one leg on each side of the squatting girl, and lowered her snatch within an inch of her face.

Without taking her eyes off mine, Amber pushed her crotch into the girl’s face, which began moving in earnest. I didn’t have the best view, and my head was positively swimming trying to process the scene in front of me, but it appeared she was licking my girlfriend’s pussy. She must have been doing a decent job, because Amber started moaning and gyrating her hips, riding the girl’s face harder and harder. I couldn’t believe my eyes – what a slut! Both of them!

Remembering we weren’t alone, I turned my gaze to the girl in the red dress, who seemed just as baffled, and probably as aroused, as I was. There was no sign of laughter left on her face, just excitement güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri as she watched her friend feast on a perfect stranger in that disgusting alley. Three hot and horny twats and zero chance of getting any action!

A young couple passed by and gawked at the lewd scene before them, then quickly disappeared into the night. I couldn’t blame them – it didn’t make sense to me either. A few minutes later, Amber stood up and stepped back, allowing her temporary lover to stand up, too. She pulled her dress back into place, covering up her glistening twat, and leaned in to speak to the girl.

I wished I could hear the question, but I didn’t have to wonder long, because the girl swiftly nodded her head in agreement to the utter surprise of her friend. As she leaned against the wall and reached under her dress to take her panties off, I understood what was going on. She handed them to her friend, lifted her dress, and revealed her hairless pussy.

“You mind?” Amber asked me rhetorically – she could hardly turn back now.

“Not at all,” I smiled. I couldn’t believe my luck! Finally something in this arrangement for me. Amber got down on her knees and eagerly began returning the favor. My cock was rock hard, straining in my pants, and grew even harder watching my girlfriend snack on this stranger’s pussy. I pushed it down several times to ease my discomfort, which caught the eye of Amber’s new lover.

She grinned at me devilishly before raising her right leg higher, encouraging Amber to dive deeper into her snatch. It must have worked, because the girl immediately started moaning, panting continuously with her mouth agape.

God, this was hot. I wanted to whip out my cock right there, it would only take a few strokes before I’d be adding my spunk to the cesspool of this alley. But then the girl lowered her leg and Amber crawled back to her feet, sensually wiping her cum-smeared mouth with her thumb and index finger. It was over. Amber turned and headed back toward me while the other girl righted her clothes – she took her wadded up panties from her friend’s outstretched hand, stepped into them carefully so as not to lose her balance, and pulled her wrinkled dress back down, whispering and giggling amongst themselves the whole time.

As I handed Amber her purse – I knew there probably was no use giving her the panties, she probably wouldn’t be wearing them much tonight – she whispered, “Bye, thank you!”

The girls looked up and smiled, Amber’s temporary lover saying, “Bye…you too!”

“That was fucking hot!” I exclaimed, eager to share my excitement. It had been one of the most exciting events of my life, no question.

“Yeah, I bet you liked that..” Amber grinned, adding “…don’t get used to it though. This was a one-time thing, just something to scratch off the list.”

“You’re a little lesbian slut, aren’t you,” I whispered, my enthusiasm getting the better of me.

Amber looked over, amused, but replied with a stern warning. “Down boy,” she cautioned. “The rest of the evening won’t be as pleasant.”

“Oh crap,” I thought. What was next on her list?

We walked over to an adult theater, where she talked to the doorman for a few moments and showed him a golden card. He nodded and asked one of the bouncers to escort us inside, where he led us through a small maze of corridors and staircases until we arrived in some sort of cellar. “Booth 5B,” the guy said tersely as he looked Amber up and down.

I followed Amber towards our designated booth and she locked the door behind us.

“Amber, what the fuck are we doing here?” I asked, rightly confused.

“Working through that list of yours,” she replied. “What else?”

“This is a fucking gloryhole booth! Are you seriously planning on sucking a cock through that?” I pointed at the gaping hole in the wall to our right, stunned.

It was way too big, even for the most well-endowed amongst us, but then I remembered a few porn clips I’d seen and realized not only their cock and balls had to fit through the hole, but also their entire arm, to jack-off their cock and feel up the slut on the other side of the wall. Holy fuck. This was really happening.

“One? Oh, I think I am going to have to suck more than one, Matthew,” she smiled as she threw her purse in the corner. “There were quite a few requests on your list.”

“Stop calling it my list! This is your perversion, remember?” I hissed the words angrily, taking a step away from her, away from the well-used hole in the wall.

“Are you backing out of our deal, Matthew?” she asked seductively. “If you’d like, we can leave and forget about your list, or my perversion… just don’t expect me to suck your cock any time soon, or take your cum anywhere.” I didn’t reply.

“Well?” she asked, hands on her hips. I exhaled sharply. I had to say something.

“Look, I’m just nervous, okay? I didn’t expect this…it’s so…nasty and vile!” I finally sputtered.

“Just think of güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the rewards,” Amber replied softly, reaching for the zipper on her dress.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Stripping, what does it look like?” she laughed, stepping out of her dress and tossing it on the sticky floor with her purse.

I stared at her, nearly buck naked and absolutely beautiful. God, she was perfect. Perfect tits, perfect pussy, perfect ass. It made my head a little fuzzy to see her gorgeous body contrasted with this dingy room, but somehow, I managed to squeak out a question.

“Why?” I asked.

“What do you mean why? If I’m going to be a gloryhole slut, I need to be naked!” she said, unclasping her green satin bra and adding it to the pile.

“No you don’t!” I exclaimed, knowing fully well how a gloryhole worked while simultaneously ogling her stunning naked body.

“Fine. It’s just nastier this way, is that what you wanted to hear?” she replied. I could hear the annoyance in her voice, which both disappointed me and, if we’re being completely honest, turned me on. I could feel the heat spreading to my cock, my frustration and arousal both edging higher.

“I take back what I said earlier, you’re not a slut…you’re a whore!” I sighed.

“Sticks and stones,” she whispered with a smile as she gave her cunt a few hard slaps, sank to her knees in front of the hole, and said, “I may be a whore, but I’ll be a whore for other guys first.” I blinked in amazement.

“You ready?” she smiled up at me.

“No! I -”

“Me too,” she interrupted enthusiastically, completely ignoring me as she impatiently knocked on the wall. Nothing happened for a few moments, time Amber used to play with her nipples, but then a big, hard cock slowly pushed its way through the hole. It had been played with quite a lot from the looks of things, and was positively throbbing.

She smiled up at me as she wrapped her hand around the stranger’s thick pole and slowly moved towards it. I gawked at her, shaking my head, my eyes begging her not to do it, but I knew it was no use. She jacked the cock ever so slightly and opened her mouth, engulfing the shaft inch by pulsating inch. When she reached the base, she closed her lips around his meat and held it still in her velvety mouth, teasing the cock’s owner and tormenting me at the same time.

I silently wondered if he was enjoying the torture as much as I was, but it was short lived as I watched Amber look away and start bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster, until she abruptly stopped and slid all the way off his slimy cock. It bounced up and down in the hole, hard as steel and drooling precum – I’m sure if she’d sucked it for another couple of seconds, the guy would have blown his load all over my girlfriend’s slut face. But Amber had no intention of making this go quickly, she wanted to enjoy it, and torment me.

After watching it bounce a few more times, she enveloped the fat shaft again in her warm, slutty mouth and moved up and down, over and over, probably driving the guy on the other side of the wall crazy with anticipation. She started kneading her tits, one at a time, really tugging her nipples hard, which I assumed was as much for her own pleasure as it was for my further humiliation.

It didn’t seem to do the trick, because it was quickly apparent Amber had had enough foreplay and wanted some cum. Once again, she started sucking like there was no tomorrow, but this time she didn’t rudely pull off just as the guy was about to blow his load. She kept going, her speed and pressure increasing more and more until suddenly I heard a loud moan from the other side of the wall. The guy’s hand shot through the hole and Amber popped off with a slurp as he clutched his raging boner and started pumping.

Realizing the guy preferred to finish things himself, Amber raised up slightly and used both hands to push her tits into his line of fire. After another loud moan, he blasted an impressive load onto her neck and right shoulder, missing her heaving rack entirely. By the time Amber realized her tits were spared and readjusted herself, it was too late. The last remaining drops in his fuck tube dripped unceremoniously onto her knee, then he pulled out and vanished.

Amber’s face clearly showed her disappointment, but she also knew she would get another chance. In the time it took the first guy to zip up, rearrange his clothes, and leave the cubicle, another guy would take his place. Amber looked at me and whispered, “Whip it out. I wanna see you jack off to this.”

“Why?” I asked, disheartened. “I’m not getting any action anytime soon anyway.”

“That’s exactly why…” she smiled cruelly. “I want you to cum to the sight of me sucking another cock, and swallowing someone else’s sperm.”

“You fucking slut,” I replied angrily, unbuttoning my pants. I knew I wouldn’t have been able to resist stroking while I watched her suck another cock even if she hadn’t asked güvenilir bahis şirketleri me, and I hated myself for it.

Like clockwork, another dick slipped through the hole and into place. It was smaller than the first one, but hard and ready nonetheless. Amber didn’t waste any time and started licking it up and down, glancing at me while I stripped down and got on my knees in the corner of our booth. I jacked my cock slowly, waiting to see what she would do next. This was how she wanted me, naked, on my knees, whacking my sad cock, and now she started sucking it for real, wrapping her hand around the shaft, jacking and sucking at the same time. This time she didn’t stop and just went straight for the finish.

Neither of us heard the guy cum, and because of Amber’s inexperience, she was slightly surprised when her mouth started filling up with his jizz. She moaned in surprise, but kept on sucking and jacking until she thought he was finished. He dumped everything he had in her waiting mouth, not missing a drop, and when his cock started to shrivel, he pulled out and disappeared.

Amber smiled as she kept her mouth closed, she hadn’t swallowed yet. I knew what she wanted. She leaned towards me, brought her face within inches of mine, and opened her mouth, showing me the white, gooey cum inside. Even if I assumed there was some of her own saliva in there as well, it was still a healthy load. I started jacking off faster, and Amber caught on. She smiled even wider and glanced down at my hard cock, then back at me, and swallowed everything ostentatiously.

Two cocks down and feeling pretty good about the results, we soon realized the third guy wasn’t going to be easy. Before Amber could get back into position for the next cock, an arm pushed through the gloryhole and slapped her hard on the ass.

“Oh!” Amber gasped as she glanced back, watching the muscled hand caress and slap her cheeks a few more times. They were pretty hard, but she didn’t seem to mind as she smiled and gasped and just let it happen. Suddenly, he put his hand over her butt crack and slipped a finger up her soaking twat, quickly followed by a second one.

“Fuck yeah,” Amber hissed, closing her eyes as she faced me again. The man violated Amber’s needy pussy for a few seconds, pulled out and slapped her ass sharply, then wriggled a single finger up her asshole. Amber’s eyes shot open, shock and surprise on her face, but she didn’t resist or try to break free. Soon the guy was knuckle-deep up her ass with his index finger, pumping it in and out slowly.

“Oh fuck, I like this one…what an asshole. I’m going to suck him extra hard,” Amber moaned, positively reveling in his abuse. She waited for him to pull back, then sat up, faced the hole and opened her mouth, slurping as much of his fingers as she could, including the ones that had been inside her two holes. He let her suck for a moment, then reached back and slapped her across her right cheek. Amber gasped, clearly aroused and eager for more, and sat like a good slut, waiting for more. Another slap, followed by another one, and another…

Amber, radiating lust, looked me dead in the face and mouthed, “Oh, fuck yeah!”

He caressed her cheek, her chin, and slid his hand down to her neck, where his fingers slowly tightened around her throat. She tilted her chin, giving him better access, and he tightened his grip. The pressure mounting, Amber opened her mouth and hung out her tongue, no doubt feeling pretty raunchy by now. She started to choke and gag, struggling to breathe under his squeezing fingers, when I noticed her right hand moving down in between her legs. She was getting off on his assault, and it was completely fucking hot!

When he finally released his grip, the guy struck her face again, hard, then grabbed her right tit roughly and jiggled it up and down in the degrading way she deserved. He gave the same nasty attention to the left one, flicking both nipples alternately, and started choking her again with no mercy. By the time he finally released her, Amber had two fingers lodged up her cunt and was fingering the shit of herself while gasping for air. He smacked her face a few more times, withdrew his hand, and shoved his enormous cock through the hole.

I barely caught a glimpse of it because Amber attacked it as soon as she laid eyes on it, wolfing it down, more than eager to suck him dry and reward him for his delicious abuse. I knew immediately this was the one – if Amber had any say in the matter, she would make sure he came on her face.

She wrapped her delicate hand around his shaft and lovingly nursed on the tip, something I had never seen her do before. With one hand around his cock and the other between her spread legs, she gave him all she had. For seven agonizing minutes (yes, I timed her), she bobbed her head up and down this brute’s cock, sucking and licking and making a complete mess of her pretty face. Without warning, he moaned and banged his fist on the wall, signaling he was about to cum.

Amber wrapped both hands around his throbbing cock and started milking it, aiming his engorged tip straight for the center of her face. It bumped against her nose and cheek, surely he knew what she was going to do? I watched in horror as his cock twitched and unloaded an obscene amount of gooey spunk on her face.

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She wakes up before her alarm, as usual.

Her pussy is wet…as usual.

He texts her.

“Good morning, luscious.”

She smiles and feels herself tighten, just at the sight of his name in her phone.

“Good morning, Daddy. I woke up with a soaking pussy.”

She teases her fingers along her pussy lips to feel that wetness, to spread it.

She can smell her needy cunt beneath the bed sheets.

“Cum for me. Right now. Show me when you’re done.”

She reads the text and bites her lip with a grin.

He’s never made her cum first thing in the morning, but she does. Hard. Pulsing. Twitching. Whimpering.

She snaps a picture of her swollen pussy and sends it to him.

“You are my fucking whore. Do you understand me?”

She shivers when she reads it. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Cum again. Now.”

She pushes another orgasm from her pussy, vibrator buzzing against her skin, turning it raw and red, her cries filling the room as she cums again. Harder. Deeper.

She snaps another picture, sending it.

His response is immediate. “Show me that asshole, then tease your finger inside and cum again. Now.”

She looks at the phone, shocked. Another? Now?

She obliges, but it takes longer.

Her skin is sore, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri clit sensitive and swollen, pussy leaking sweet liquid down over her finger plunged in her asshole…

…and she cums again. Breathless. Shivering. Sweat on her forehead.

She sends the picture.

He responds immediately. “Did you cum hard?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Now do it again.”

She whines even though he can’t hear her. “Daddyyy…”

“I want you sore and shaking. Now cum!”

She soothes her pussy with her fingers as she types. “Daddy, I’m still sore from last night.”

“Hush, and do as you’re told.”

She feels a quiver in her groin.

There is no room for argument.

She cums again, sweat soaking her hair, her pussy so sore, chafed, aching, drooling.

She sends the picture. “No more, please, Daddy…”

She pleads, but secretly hopes he’ll command another from her.

“Shh. Show me your plug going into your ass.”

She shivers, knowing he isn’t done with her yet. She fills her asshole and sends him the pictures, swallowing, soothing her pussy with her fingers.

A minute passes. “Now cum for me.”

She whines again. “Daddyyy…”

There is no tolerance for her complaint. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri “Cum.”

She cums. Her vibrator bites into her skin, so sensitive, so sore, so wet and aching and wanting more. Always more. She is breathless. She is spent. She is sweating. Writhing in her sheets, shivering.

She sends the picture. “Please, please, please, no more Daddy. My kitty is so sore.”

His response is immediate. “Hush, little girl. Daddy knows best. You’ll give me another, now.”

She laughs to herself, in disbelief. “Please, Daddy, I can’t take anymore…my hands are shaking. I’m so sore.”

He doesn’t respond right away.

He calls her. Her eyes widen in shock when his name pops up on the phone.

He doesn’t call her very often.

“Daddy, please don’t make me cum again…” she answers.

“You’ll do what Daddy says, little girl. You’re my good slut, aren’t you? You know Daddy knows best.”

She swallows. “Y-Yes Daddy but i’m so-“

“You’ll cum for me, little girl. Right now. Cum.”

She whines, but she pulls the sheet over her pussy and puts the vibrator over it, feeling a jolt. Her clit is so sensitive.

“That’s right, baby. Does it feel good? Do you want to cum again for Daddy?”

She güvenilir bahis şirketleri groans.

“Daddy knows best, doesn’t he? He knows how to take care of your pussy.”

“Yes Daddy…”

She teases her little pussy, feeling that piercing ache so deep, so deep in her cunt and knows another wave is coming. But how? How could she cum so much? Daddy whispers all manner of depraved, sexual suggestions in her ear while listening to her whimpers and breaths in the phone.

“You’ll say ‘Daddy owns my pussy’ when you’re ready to cum, do you understand?”

She whines and twitches. “D-Daddy owns my pussy!”

“Louder.”

She shouts it.

“Do you want to cum, little girl? Are you right on the edge? Beg me. Say ‘please, Daddy, let me cum.'”

She begs. She pleads like a little slut, holding herself right on the precipice, knowing he’ll punish her if she topples over it.

“Cum for me, little girl. Cum right now, and don’t stop cumming till I say.”

She fucking explodes. Her pussy convulses and her cries fill up the room along with the grind of her vibrator against that sensitive slut hole. She twitches and twists, tangling in the sheets, crying ‘Yes Daddy!’ into the phone.

She can’t hear him right away, but after a few gasping breaths his voice fades in.

“Such a perfect little girl. So perfect, cumming for Daddy…good girl. Daddy takes care of that pussy, doesn’t he? Hmm? He knows what his little girl needs.”

She giggles. Breathless. Her head fuzzy, vision foggy, pussy drooling onto the sheets.

“Thank you Daddy.”

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Part One: Anticipation

James sat down at his desk after a hard days work and pulled up his emails, junking the usual spam mail until only legitimate mail from friends and family remained. Scanning the few that were left, he grinned and felt his organ twitch as his eyes lingered on a familiar name: Lulu. James knew that wasn’t her real name but he preferred it to Ming-Na as he felt it gave their friendship a hidden quality that he found arousing.

He’d been exchanging emails with her for about two years now (had it really been that long?) after searching on his messenger for a like-minded woman he could chat about sex with. Although shy at first, they had both got on well and Lulu gained more confidence as the chat inevitably steered towards James’ favourite subject.

As they talked about their experiences and fantasies, the chat got hotter and hotter until they were exchanging dirty words culminating in full blown cybersex that left the two new acquaintances dripping. They agreed to exchange emails and keep in touch, agreeing that they had a common sexual connection that both he and Lulu were keen to explore together.

So it had been for two years, learning more about each other with each email and exploring each others fantasies in full erotic detail. Sadly for James he soon learned that Lulu was married and living in Singapore, practically the other side of the world from him. He also soon realised that Lulu’s sex drive was as high as his own and that she was getting very little sexual satisfaction from her husband.

Although he felt slightly guilty for instilling pleasure in another man’s wife and spending time with her online, he reasoned that if she was getting the amount of sexual excitement to keep her satisfied from her husband he wouldn’t have to fill in.

Their relationship had grown, both of them eagerly awaiting the next reply and telling the other how they had masturbated the night before. James was a keen writer and got turned on writing stories on each others fantasies, his past experiences and the sorts of sexual activities he and Lulu would get up to when they finally met.

Pulling himself back from his memories, his finger hovered over the mouse button as he tried to restrain himself from succumbing to passion and opening up Lulu’s latest response. bahis firmaları Without knowing it his hand had drifted down to his crotch and touching himself through his jeans. Controlling his urges and emotions James murmured to himself about returning later and left the room.

For the next few hours James busied himself with his usual evening routine; cooking his dinner, checking the mail and settling down to watch the local news. As he lay slumped in the chair quietly digesting his meal, James’ thoughts returned to Lulu and the tantalising email that remained unopened on his computer.

“What erotic pleasures have you been thinking up this time?” he mused as he pictured her scantily clad body from the one image file she had sent him months ago. Long black hair floated delicately down her back, the blue of her bikini against the soft hues of her exotic skin.

James was a patient man and since exchanging emails with Lulu he had played this game every night an email or message came through from her. His anticipation built, loins tightening until he could take it no more and then he would head quickly upstairs to his lover’s letter. This time however he had a surprise in store for her, one that would definitely get her juices flowing.

Finally, when the straining in his pants couldn’t take anymore he rose steadily in his chair and thoughts of the pleasures he was about to receive energised his body propelling him up the stairs. Quickly sitting down on the edge of his chair, James excitedly returned to his inbox and without hesitating clicked open Lulu’s message:

“My Dear, Thank you so much for sending the photo of you with the shaved chest…

I want to lick it so much, to kiss and lick you all over until I feel your throbbing cock against my boobs! Don’t shave your private area though, I want to shave myself 🙂

Your story… wow, that was amazing… it felt so real I could actually feel you and move together with you! We got to try that some day; I want to try everything with you, the need in my pussy… to feel you and be filled by you…

I want to hear more details of how I can please you in bed,

With love,

Lulu”

James smiled, glad that she had enjoyed his latest fantasy with her. Sounded like she really got into it too, he’d have kaçak iddaa to ask her if it made her cum. Just the thought of it sent another pulse through his cock, straining against his jeans.

Automatically he unzipped himself and pulled his heavy organ free, savouring the cool air that caressed his hot skin. Wrapping his hand around the thick shaft of his cock, James slowly began to pump. Sliding down to the base so he could feel his balls against the back of his knuckles before rising up, pulling his foreskin until he felt the smooth head in his fist.

Awkwardly using his left hand, he clicked through his picture files until he found Lulu. Such a sexy pose; he had thanked her so much for sharing it with him despite her reluctance throughout their conversations to share any personal photos. Now he roamed the picture, eyes hungrily eating up her bare skin. Like so many times before, his gaze settled on the tiny bow holding her bikini pants together and imagined pulling the cords…

As he fantasized about her naked body all thoughts of his surprise were lost from the carnal pounding he was giving to his stiff member. He shut his eyes as he increased the speed of his hand, fantasy images of their union filling his head…

Lulu stretched out before him on the bed; her legs slightly raised and open ready to welcome him. Her small mounds glistened with sweat, dark erect nipples standing proudly to attention as they waited for the pleasuring to begin.

Moving his head down and nestling between her thighs, James stretched out his tongue and touched the sopping lips of her pussy. Her hands grasped his head, forcing his face into her crotch as his nose bumped her clit and sending Lulu into moans of ecstasy. His tongue cleaned her lips and delved in further, eager to explore this new delight to its senses.

Thoughts drifting, he realised he was under the hot spray of a shower. Still naked, his dick was being attended to by a mysterious pair of tanned hands. His pubic hair was soaped up and the gently being caressed, fingers gliding up and down his hard erection.

James turned around; Lulu’s arms came up and wrapped themselves around his neck drawing him into her open mouth. Their tongue’s clashed heavily, fighting a battle that both would lose as the couple embraced in kaçak bahis a powerful kiss. The two lovers enveloped each other, arms snaking over bare flesh and slippery skin. His hands found the bow of her bikini top and deftly untied it allowing the material to sag against his chest.

Lulu had regained her hold on his penis and swirled the bubbles around his balls, lathering up his genitals.

“You need a shave…” she whispered, slightly parting her wet lips from his.

“Be my guest” James replied as they broke apart and he watched mesmerised as her bikini top fell away from her body.

He watched spellbound as Lulu knelt down and smiled mischievously, taking his swollen head into her mouth…

Hot, sticky cum burst from the end of his cock as he was forced back to reality and he rode out his orgasm. His whole body tingled, hand clutching his shaft as he unloaded himself onto the chair and floor. Slowly it subsided and his senses came back online, restoring order and calm as his brain adjusted to the situation at hand.

Unlike most nights, he didn’t immediately clean up but instead hit the reply button on the email:

“Lulu, glad you enjoyed that rare treat! I look forward to being licked; kissed and touched… we will make love long into the night until we are left breathless.

You can shave my cock if you want as long as I get the chance to free your mons of its fuzz. How thrilling it would be to feel clean fresh skin against each other as we make love under the spray. Don’t you agree?

A little surprise for you my little Asian lover; I’ve started looking up flights from Singapore to Athens for a little vacation under the sun. I will be joining you as we soak up the Mediterranean culture and enjoy two hot weeks intimately getting to know one another.

Let me know any thoughts you have,

Love James xoxoxoxo

PS Will tell you my pleasures next time! 😉

Happy that he had written a decent reply, James hauled his cargo back inside his pants and zipped up his jeans. He gave one last look at Lulu in her bikini before sending the email and shutting down his computer.

His dick stirred, restless in his pants as his thoughts remained on his lover’s sumptuous body. Getting up, James made his way across the hall to the bathroom and wondered how she would react when she read that they would be meeting soon…

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Laurel was depressed. Jennifer was depressed. Margaret was depressed. Even Cyd and Kat seemed a little less loud and obnoxious than usual. The first week of the New Year was one of the worst the family could remember.

Laurel sat at her desk in the library staring blankly at the screen in front of her not really thinking about anything when she was startled by a knock at the door.

“Come in,” she called.

The door creaked open and Brittney stood in the doorway.

“Brittney!” Laurel stood up and walked to her friend. They hugged for a long time. “Brittney, I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve wanted to see you since that day you were here two weeks ago. I’m so sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I was too harsh to you. I didn’t realize how deeply you felt about Carlos. Of course you couldn’t marry Sebastien when you’re in love with someone else. I just hope you don’t hate me too much for accepting him.”

“Oh, Brittney of course I don’t hate you! I just want you to be happy. If moving to France will do that I want you to do that!”

“I hate you leave you and Jen right now after what happened to you. Is she going to be okay?”

“Yeah, she will be eventually. You know, she just needs some time by herself for a while.”

“What about you? I heard Carlos quit the Nebulas…”

Laurel faltered, “He did. He’s also moving back to Spain…”

“Oh Laurel, I’m so sorry!” Brittney pulled friend into another hug.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again.”

Brittney looked troubled for her friend’s poor circumstances. “Well I really have to get going; I’m heading for the airport now. I fly New York to Paris tonight.”

“I can’t believe it. You’re really going.”

“Laurel, promise me you’ll visit?”

“Of course I will! Let me know as soon as you’re married, settled and ready to have me!”

“I’ll hold you to that you know!”

The girls hugged one last time and Brittney left.

In mid January, Cyd and Kat returned to college since Laurel had made things work out for them to return. Heidi restarted her piano lessons in the house and Jennifer was looking for somewhere to do her veterinary internship and write her final thesis. Laurel was helping her fill out applications when she came across an opening in the city.

“Jennifer, did you see this one? It’s at the New York City Animal Hospital. It’s right downtown!.”

Jennifer looked up, “Yeah, I think I did.” She sounded hesitant.

“Jen, this internship would be perfect! You’re a great fit for it and it could get you a job anywhere you wanted!”

“Yeah, but do I really want to live in the city?”

“Of course you do!” Laurel stated. “I’m filling out this application and we’re sending it now!”

Laurel and Jennifer finished the applications and mailed them that afternoon. Jennifer interviewed three days later and was hired straight away. Laurel helped her to find an apartment online.

“Here’s one on 42nd, but it’s on the eighth floor and no elevator!”

“Ooooo this one looks good…wait, they want four thousand a month for one bedroom. Who do they think I am, Oprah?”

“Oh my gosh, Jen this one is perfect! Third story in the business district and the rent is great.” Laurel had a thought and did a quick Google search. The apartment was literally across the street from the New York Nintendo Offices where David worked.

Two weeks later Laurel helped Jennifer move into her NYC apartment. After everything was moved in they sat in the window seat looking out at the tall buildings of the business district.

Laurel tried to be casual as she sipped her wine, “Did you notice which building is across the street?”

Jennifer peered out the window; “Oh…” she recognized the building.

“Maybe you should call David or MaryAnn to let them know you’re living in the city for a while,” Laurel volunteered.

“I don’t know…I don’t want to annoy them.”

“Jennifer, it wouldn’t be an annoyance. I’m sure they’d be very happy to hear from you.”

Jennifer grabbed her cell phone, “Well, I guess I’ll text them.”

“I’m sure you’ll hear back quickly.”

The second week of February Laurel received a long anticipated phone call from Brittney Danielson-now Brittney Izambard- in France.

“Brittney! It’s so wonderful to hear from you! How was your wedding? Your mother has shared the pictures with everyone in town.”

“Of course she has. The wedding was beautiful and the honeymoon was…lovely. We traveled to the coast of Italy for two weeks. Sebastien and I have just moved into our own home on the Northern outskirts of Paris.”

“Oh Brittney I’m sure it’s lovely.”

“Come see it! Can you come visit us? Sebastien says he is more than happy to pay for the flight.”

“That’s really not necessary, but I will put down my pride and accept it.”

“Great! Name the date and a room will be ready for you!”

Laurel flew canlı bahis to Paris in mid February. She had been to France multiple times with her father on wine business, but the site of flying into the city, especially at night, never ceased to take her breath away. The romance of the city was apparent in every site the eye could take in. Maybe it was the beautiful aromas in the air or the beautiful language on the tongue of every Frenchman, but something made Laurel fall in love with the city more and more every minute.

Sebastien picked up Laurel from the airport and was more than happy to see her.

“Laurel!” He greeted her with the customary kiss on both cheeks. “Welcome to Paris! Brittney and I are so happy to have you here! Let me take you home right away so that you can see her.”

Sebastien drove Laurel home through the city, slowly touring past many famous landmarks. Laurel didn’t mention that she had seen them all many times. She was more than happy to tune out his descriptions and just take in the general splendor. After about an hour they were past the city and driving through various fruit trees when a large brick house came into view. The house was gorgeous. Ivy crept up the front exterior and was trimmed professionally around every window.

Sebastien dropped Laurel off at the front door and drove the car around to park behind the house. Laurel approached the house. Brittney flung the door open and ran down to her friend.

“Laurel! I’m so, so, so glad you are here! Come in and let me show you the house!” The women walked into the house. Brittney started a tour.

“The kitchen…the dining room…formal sitting room…informal sitting room…Sebastien’s room…and alas, my room.”

Brittney’s room was totally her style. Lavender accents stood against grey-blue walls. A dark wood four post bed was the focal point of the room.

“You said this is your room and Sebastien’s is down the hall?”

Brittney looked a bit uncomfortable, “Yes. To be honest Sebastien and I aren’t totally used to each other yet. We haven’t reached…physical intimacy yet. He’s been so patient with me and has never been been pushy.”

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m so glad I finally have someone to tell. I don’t know anyone in this country well enough to talk about things like this. My mother left the day after the wedding. The only person I’ve known for more than a month is Sebastien and I haven’t known him for more than four months. “

Laurel placed a hand on her friend’s arm. “I’m here as long as you need me.”

Laurel and Brittney spent all their time together, walking around the estate and getting lost for hours around Paris. On her fourth afternoon in France Sebastien informed Laurel that he and Brittney were planning to attend the opera in town and they would like her to join them.

“There is no greater joy than the opera,” Sebastien stated. “Had I not been in the wine business with my father, I would have been a singer and a very good one.”

“Of course you would have dear” Brittney said. Laurel tried hard to suppress her giggles.

“Of course, Laurel you will want a new dress for tonight. Feel free to use my name on credit in town.”

“Thank you Sebastien, but I am perfectly capable of purchasing my own clothing,” Laurel was not giggling anymore.

Laurel found a dress and was excited to wear it out. ‘One thing America has lost is a reason to really dress up,” she thought as she zipped the dress up the side. The dress was midnight blue and full sequins. The glimmering material wrapped around her body, fitted to the thigh then flowed out in a mermaid skirt. She fastened a bracelet around her wrist and checked her hair one last time. Satisfied, she grabbed her clutch and joined Brittney and Sebastien in the car. Brittney wore her favorite opera dress-Sebastien had insisted she buy quite a few because they visited the opera so often. They dress was beaded on the bodice and from the waist it flowed down in fire red organdy.

The opera house was as grand as such a building should be. It seemed every surface was marble or velvet, or gold-plated. Laurel was delighted to find that the Izambard box at the opera was a very good one. Plush seats in crimson velvet and ebony sat in two small rows in a balcony box overlooking the stage.

The opera was “Madame Butterfly,” and it was absolutely beautiful. Between acts patrons were encouraged and expected to visit each other’s boxes and mingle. Sebastien left the two women to greet guests and went out to call on others. Brittney introduced Laurel to many people. She was impressed with Brittiney’s control of French, but she had always been a gifted linguist. As the groupings of people drifted out of the box and the lights flickered to warn of the upcoming second act two men slipped in the back door of the box.

The taller man stepped forward and shook Brittney’s hand.

“Mrs. Izambard, how are you this evening?”

“Very well, Mr. Gordan. This is my best friend from America, Laurel Bennett. Laurel, this is-“

“Urs!” bahis siteleri Laurel interrupted loudly as the other man stepped into the light of the opera box.

“Laurel,” he nodded a greeting.

Laurel shook off the shock and looked back to Brittney who was staring at her. “I’m so sorry, how rude of me.” She gave her attention to the tall man in front of her.

“I see you know my friend, Miss Bennett,” he took her hand. “I’m Josh Gordan.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Laurel smiled.

“Not as lovely as it is to meet you.” Laurel felt a blush creeping in at her cheeks, but then remembered Urs was there.

“How are you Mr. Buhler?” They did not make eye contact.

“I’m doing very well. How is your family?”

“They’re doing well. My sister, Jennifer is living in New York City for the spring and summer, did you know?”

“I did not.”

Laurel opened her mouth to say something but the lights flickered again.

“We should be getting back to our seats,” Urs concluded.

“I hope to meet you again, Laurel,” Josh said.

“Come see us,” Brittney interjected happily. “Are you available tomorrow night?”

“Amazingly, I believe I am,” Josh smiled.

“Of course, you’re invited too Mr. Buhler,” Brittney added.

“Thank you,” he nodded once more and left the box. Josh followed him out.

Brittney and Laurel retook their seats. “He likes you!” Brittney smiled.

“Who?”

“Josh! I had to invite him over! You will like him too when you get to know him.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will,” Laurel was feeling very distracted. “What does he do?”

Brittney laughed, “Very little these days. He’s the heir to millions that’s been in his family for centuries. The Gordan family has ties to Sebastien’s family, and lots of other prominent European names-like the Buhlers.”

“Did you know he would be here?”

“Who? Urs? I had no idea. I’ve never seen him here before. But it doesn’t surprise me that he knows Josh.”

Laurel remained silent. Sebastien soon rejoined them and the opera continued. Laurel had trouble paying attention. She glanced around the darkened opera house and found Urs and Josh a few boxes away. She was surprised she had not seen them sooner, but then again she hadn’t been looking. Urs sat rigidly in his seat and she thought she saw him glance her way a few times as well. She hoped he’d caught on tonight and wouldn’t show up with his friend the following evening.

Promptly at seven thirty the butler showed Josh Gordan and Urs Buhler into the front sitting room at the house. Sebastien greeted them both enthusiastically.

“Josh, it’s so wonderful to have you here again!”

“It’s been too long my friend. I see having a woman here helps the atmosphere immensely.” Brittney smiled.

“And of course, Mr. Buhler, you are welcome to our home whenever you are in the country as well.”

“Thank you Mr. Izambard.”

“Please call me Sebastien. You’re a friend now.”

Josh slipped away from his friend and walked to Laurel. “Laurel, it’s good to see you again. I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk much last night.”

“I’m sure we’ll have that chance tonight,” she smiled.

“I hope so!”

“Dinner is ready when you are,” Brittney announced.

“May I?”Josh offered Laurel his arm.

“You may,” she took it gladly and they walked to the dining room.

Sebastien took his seat at the head of the table with Brittney at the other end. Josh pulled a seat out for Laurel then took the chair next to her. Urs walked around the table and took the seat directly across from Laurel. She glanced at him, but looked away immediately when she saw he was also looking at her.

The dinner went smoothly with sufficient conversation about travel, work, and events in Paris. After dinner they took to the informal sitting room. Sebastien asked Urs if he would like a full tour of the house since it was his first time there and Brittney went to turn on the stereo knowing Josh would want to talk to Laurel. They picked two overstuffed, suede chairs in a corner.

“Tell me Laurel, how do you like Paris?”

“Very much, every time I’m here I know why everyone says it’s the best city in the world.”

“Who was it that said, ‘America is my country, but Paris is my hometown?'”

“Gertrude Stein,” Laurel answered. “I think she was right.”

“Tell me about your family Laurel,” Josh asked. Laurel and Josh talked for probably an hour and didn’t even notice when Sebastien and Urs came back to the room. Urs approached them.

Josh looked up at his friend, “Why didn’t you ever mention that you knew this amazing woman, Urs?”

“I’m sure Mr. Buhler is doing his best to forget his fall in Willow Springs. It’s a bit small for such a prominent man,” Laurel said a bit coolly.

Josh laughed and Urs looked uncomfortable. “Tell me; what was my friend like in the American countryside?”

“Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“Yes, please!” Josh scooted forward to listen closely.

“The first night that Urs came to the town square bahis şirketleri he barely talked to anyone and absolutely refused to dance with anyone even though there were dozens of women waiting to be asked. Then for the next three and a half months rarely left the house and never visited anyone in their homes, even when invited.”

Josh laughed heavily and Laurel was surprised.

“That is Urs,” he finally said. “Not much for social interaction.”

Urs still stood near them silently, but opened his mouth to defend himself when Sebastien spoke from across the room.

“Josh, come try this Scotch. It’s the vintage I was telling you about last night.”

Josh smiled at Laurel, “Please excuse me.”

Urs looked down at Laurel icily, “I’ll remind you that on that first night in Willow Springs I knew no one except David and MaryAnn and I dislike dancing.”

“And it’s so hard to meet anyone when you’re surrounded by hundreds of people and armed with alcohol,” Laurel replied sarcastically.

“I don’t find it as easy to strike up conversation as David does.”

“Maybe you should ask for lessons,” Laurel said tartly, standing and crossing the room to Brittney.

Josh and Urs stayed an hour longer but the major conversation was over. Josh made sure to say goodbye to Laurel before leaving.

“Laurel I wonder if you would like to go out to town tomorrow evening?”

“I would love to” she accepted gladly, waving goodbye to him.

Urs passed her at the door but they didn’t even look at each other.

In New York City Jennifer was very busy with her veterinary internship that she had barely had time to think about David, but it did cross her mind when she sat near the window and looked out at the Nintendo building across the street. As Laurel had encouraged, Jennifer had texted both David and MaryAnn when she moved into the city but neither had responded. Now, nearly two months later Jennifer’s phone beeped.

The text was from MaryAnn and it read, ‘Jennifer, so glad you’re in the city. Can you come out and join me for a drink tonight?’

Jennifer responded right away and got ready to go out. They met at Club Blue on West 55th. MaryAnn was already there.

Jennifer expected MaryAnn to stand and hug her but she barely moved when Jennifer came over.

“Hello MaryAnn, it’s wonderful to see you!”

“Hi Jennifer,” she shifted slightly. “How are you?”

“I’m doing alright. How are you?”

“I’m fine, of course,” MaryAnn fell silent and Jennifer felt extremely awkward. Thankfully the waiter came up then and Jennifer ordered a drink.

“Are you enjoying your time in the city?” MaryAnn asked boredly.

“Yes, very much, although it is hard to be so far away from everyone I know. I know very few people in town.”

“Yes, I’m sure it is.” MaryAnn sipped her drink never looking directly at Jennifer.

They fell into another awkward silence that Jennifer decided to break with a question of what she really wanted to know. “How is your brother, MaryAnn?”

“Oh, David? It’s fine, wonderful really. He’s been traveling Europe and Asia. He’s been seeing quite a bit of Urs Buhler’s sister, Elinor. They’re quite a lovely couple.”

Jennifer felt like she’d been stabbed with an icy knife and the air went out of her lungs. She took a large gulp of her drink.

“Have they been in New York at all?”

“Oh, in and out a bit with business, but he never stays long because all his close acquaintances are out of the country at the moment so he has no one but me to really see here.”

“…I understand.”

MaryAnn took a final sip of the drink she had. “Well, I really must be going. Thank you for meeting with me. Have a good semester.”

Jennifer stood to say goodbye but MaryAnn was past her and out the door almost instantly. Jennifer started after her for a moment before grabbing her drink and downing the rest of it and ordering another.

Laurel split her time between Brittney and Josh for the next week, days with Brittney and nights with Josh. Laurel knew she should be taken with him, but found herself only feeling a sisterly affection for him. She wished she felt more for Josh since he was such a gentleman, but her mind was still on Carlos.

As they walked down the street past shops and cafes one evening Laurel asked a question she’d been waiting to ask.

“How long have you known Urs Buhler, Josh?”

“Well, my entire life. He’s one of my dearest friends. Of course his closest friend is David Miller the gaming tycoon; but you knew that.”

“Do you know David?”

“I do not. We have never crossed paths, but I he must be a great man if he is friends with Urs.

“David does seem like a great man, but Urs…”

“Urs is one of the most trustworthy men I know. He’s done much for me and I know he’s done much for David as well, recently helping him out of a troublesome relationship so I’m told.”

“A troublesome relationship?” Laurel was shocked.

“Yes, apparently David was in over his head, but Urs was able to sort him out before he really messed things up.”

“And what was wrong with the woman?”

“Apparently the problem was not with the woman herself but with her family. A country bunch with financial problems-not a good match really.”

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