Unexpected Threesome Ch. 34

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There’s a category of YouTube Travelogues pejoratively referred to as “girls in bikinis on boats”. As the name infers it usually deals with the travels of a cruising yacht with at least one woman sailor frequently seen in a bikini.

They can range from the OK to the downright awful; with probably a separate rating given for the degree of exploitiveness. You can measure exploitiveness in any number of ways. The percentage of bikini time and the smallness of the bikinis relative to the largeness of the breasts might be one, although for the reasons mentioned below, I’d argue that of itself is the wrong one.

While not any expert on them — after all it’s not that easy to browse the internet at sea — the ones I find most exploitive are the ones where the boyfriend/ director wants to be the star of the show and the girlfriend in a bikini is used as an, often patently reluctant, eye candy backdrop.

Complementing an Instagram feed, Issie had started one of these bikini travelogues in Hawaii. If you wanted to sub-categorise it, you might kindly refer to it as a girls having fun exploring the world, directed, narrated and performed by the girl stars; with their male skipper being an occasional (and definitely not decorative) backdrop. The feminist complaint might be that there’s even more eye candy than normal. Much, much more. Almost the only time the girls aren’t in bikinis is when they’ve half fallen out of them and the framing of the shots always seem to have a sexually inspired angle to them. The comment would be accurate even if you disagreed with the pejorative intention.

Personally, I’ve avoided the exploitive word, because the only girls being exploited are those exploiting themselves; something of an oxymoron.

Like the current crop of Instagram influencers, Issie certainly set out to entertain a male audience while trying to inspire the female one with a girl power theme. She took it right to the edge of what might be thought of as soft pornographic without going (very far) over it — at least in what was actually published. The beach games and other playfulness where the girls all but stripped each other — and me – were bad enough. But sometimes what was published was also the prelude to actual sex; I’ve got the film to prove it.

Either way, the girls succeeded in targeting the market while still making a reasonably entertaining travelogue from anyone’s point of view. It proved to have an immense on line following and, back up by an Instagram feed, produced some nice pocket money for the girls through advertising revenue, sponsorship and even product placement.

When Issie left, it was Amy who took over the creative direction and in some ways she even sexualised the product further. Since, by her own hand and actions, she often came across as the most sexualised, I sometimes even wondered if she wasn’t producing it from the point of view of delivering an ‘up yours’ to her former abusive boyfriend.

As we explored Fiji, the production of these videos continued. And surprisingly, when Liddy joined our group, she was as willing as the others to play up to the camera as she and the other girls (and me) were filmed diving, snorkelling, playing on the beach with the others and generally exploring Fiji. We were filmed doing other things too; but they never made it to publication and everyone understood and agreed they never would be. They made for some amusing film nights on the boat though!

Mind you, Fiji is a very different country to some of the other Pacific Islands, and you had to be careful to be respectful of their social mores. The missionary influence has been much stronger in Fiji than it was in, say, Tahiti. The unwritten rules vary somewhat with where you are — the tourist areas are much more relaxed than the capital city of Suva. But in the non-tourist area, even girls in shorts and showy t shirts would be frowned upon. And bikini tops in downtown Suva would be a definite no no.

Up until the boat was put into its cyclone storage before Christmas, the summer was spent exploring the many beautiful Islands and reefs of Fiji on day and short overnight trips from our central base at Vuda Marina. The filming was a part of this, but incidental to the exploring itself.

Shortly before Christmas, the boat was craned out of the water and deposited in one of the cyclone dry storage pits adjacent to the marina lagoon.

These are a very simple, but ingeniously effective way of protecting a boat from a cyclone. A pit is dug in the ground which is intended to take the keel of the boat. As the boat is lowered in, the pit and area is padded with old car tyres which leaves the hull of the boat level with the land, well supported, and pretty well immune from being blown over in a storm.

There is some other preparation required if you are going to leave the boat for a while. It’s prudent to take the sails completely off (instead of leaving the jib on its roller and the mainsail in the boom bag) and generally bring in covers, dodgers and other canvas usually left out, because if a storm hits you want as little dikmen escort windage as possible. But that meant we could all go home to have Christmas with our families without having to worry about what might happen while we were away.

As a final precaution, I topped up the fuel tank and ran a dehumidifier in the boat for a couple of days before we left

But only most of us went home to our families. Amy had no desire to fly to England, so came home with me and joined my kids and their spouses and my grandchildren for Christmas lunch.

But in a way that was the start of a whole cascade of arrangements which otherwise wouldn’t have been made.

My original plan had been to return in late February. While the boat was in the pits, there wasn’t really much we could do. I figured if I limited the unoccupied layup period to about two months, with a few precautions, the boat would be OK.

But it quickly became evident that both Ellen and Liddy were somewhat put out by Amy having a free go at me for two months. They were too nice and noble to throw a tanty about it, but some attempted repositioning started to occur to reduce Amy’s advantage.

Ellen’s parents live only about 8 km from my place at Bayview Heights in Sydney and originally Ellen was going to stay there for the break. But when she found out about Amy, she gently enquired whether she might transfer up to my place after Christmas day. I had no problem with that — although Ellen’s parents might have had a different view. Had it been the only issue, that still might have been how things panned out.

But then Liddy came into play. Her original plan was to come back to Fiji two weeks after Christmas to look after her friend’s yacht. When she asked me if she could instead fly to Australia to join me, I could see she was torn. She felt some obligation to her friends to fulfil her original arrangements and yet, if she did, she was certainly missing out on whatever the group of us might share — in the bedroom or otherwise — in her absence.

Tash didn’t care as much and was simply happy to rejoin us at the end of February.

In the end, I thought it was easier to bring forward my return to Fiji to coincide with Liddy’s, assuming correctly Amy and Ellen would come too. In the mean time, Amy and Ellen would get through the awkward process of meeting my kids (where Ellen was younger than all three of them) and see what my (and maybe their future) living arrangements were in Sydney. In anticipation of that, I’d pre-ordered to have my previous Queen sized bed swapped out for a King Size one.

In many ways the trip brought into focus many of the challenges that we’d face settling into domestic life when we got back to dry land. And that started on the first day when Amy and I lobbed into the house where the young lady, Kate, who was my house sitter was still residing.

She was a University student who I knew quite well from the yacht club. Indeed, she was a frequent member of my racing crew. Her parents lived at the tip of the Palm Beach peninsular and my house was a much shorter trip to both Uni and her part time job. When you combined that with the freedom of having her boyfriend come to stay whenever she wanted, you could see the attraction for her of minding the house. But the boyfriend thing also demonstrated she was no innocent vestal virgin. And I had been entirely relaxed about her staying in the house while we were there. After all her room was down the far wing of the house and I had hoped she might be useful in introducing Amy and the others to the local young persons’ social scene.

At dinner that night I was pleased to see that she and Amy got on fantastically; it was an evening of merriment and fun; although I did see her countenance drop momentarily when she suddenly realised that Amy was my lover, not just another member of my crew staying with me. Had that been the end of it, no harm might have been done.

But there was little doubt Amy’s screaming orgasms both that evening and the next morning could be clearly heard down the other end of the house and when Kate dropped a comment at breakfast the following morning, even that doubt was removed.

The problem was, Amy was treating this visit a bit like an extended version of the one on one live in date we’d shared at the luxury hotel in Bora Bora. And I could see that, until Ellen joined us after Christmas Day, she was going to make the most of it. And for Amy, a big part of that was having my body for herself and using it to its fullest. I don’t mean that pejoratively, just as a statement of fact. As best as I can read it, after ten years of an abusive, loveless marriage, she was feeling decidedly deprived of good, loving sex and was determined to make up for it.

Probably the real damage was done as we sat around and swam in the pool the following day. To put it bluntly, Amy was all over me like a rash. Now by my age one has learnt to deal with an involvement in normal public displays of affection without getting aroused. I was no emek escort longer the 17 year old who grew a boner just holding the hands of a girl as I walked down the street.

But what Amy did went well beyond the normal.

After a lot of teasing foreplay by her In the solar heated pool, she had me pressed up against the wall of it grinding her crotch against me while she pashed me so enthuasticly Kate probably thought she was trying to eat me. And if it wasn’t a full erection she was grinding herself against when she started, it certainly soon was. There can’t have been the slightest doubt in Kate’s mind that she was watching Amy rub her clit up and down the full length of it. Swimwear still on maybe, but it was blatantly sexual just the same. When I thought Amy was about to start moaning, and maybe even pull our swimwear aside and have me penetrate her there and then, I gently broke away with a…

“Maybe we should get out. Things are getting a bit hot.”

I sort of guided Amy to the steps before I did a couple of laps to let my erection settle down before I exited the pool too. I wasn’t entirely successful and the bulge that Kate saw the wet swim briefs clinging to as I climbed out of the pool was way more than I like to display in public; but at least it wasn’t the full stretched version that had existed a few minutes before.

As I dried myself, I tried to let it settle right down under the cover of the towel, before lying on the sun bed between Amy and Kate. But Amy clearly had the hots, and wasn’t going to leave it there. She came and sat beside me on the sun lounge and bent down to start kissing me again. Initially she had her hand on my chest; but she progressively slid it down until she was playing with my manhood. My body had already been primed by the earlier encounter. Before I knew it, Kate had a full profile view of my spandex sheathed full erection stretching itself well over the waistband of my swimwear with my balls very likely hanging out of where the legs elastic had been pulled up in the process.

I was aware the sight of that, and of a girl not much older than herself pashing a man twice her age, would be enough to make any self-respecting 22 year old vomit. It was time for Amy’s evident needs to be taken private. I pulled my lips away from Amy’s just long enough to get out…

“I think we should take this inside.”

With absolutely no dignity I then had to get up and walk past Kate with that erection bouncing and surging in its swimwear covering as we headed to the bedroom. There Amy demonstrated her swimwear sex fetish and desperation by pressing me against the wall just inside the closed door, pulling aside the crotch of her still wet bikini pants, peeling free my own erection from its spandex covering and taking me there; bringing herself to another screaming orgasm before vigorously squeezing out mine.

After Amy put on another screaming performance that night and the following morning, Kate politely decided she might go home to her parent’s for Christmas and was packed and gone that day however much Kate and Amy continued to seemingly get on fantastically as if nothing had happened. Was that Amy’s intention? It’s hard to say. Amy’s demand for sex didn’t let up until my kids arrived for Christmas a week later, so that hadn’t been put on.

And with the pool there being warm, very private and freed from any fear of becoming shark bait while in flagrante, she continued to show a particular fetish for water sex to compliment her bikini one. She instigated us making love in it about every second day, even as she resisted my traditional tendency to take advantage of its privacy by swimming naked (once my kids had originally left home) and instead insisted I put on swimmers. I continued to be cautious about Ellen’s warning about “the incompressibility of water” and tried to penetrate her with her crotch above the waterline. Amy showed no such reservation and did everything up to and including making love to me while we held our breaths in bursts completely under the water. The only compromise when she made love to me that way was for her to substitute short jerking and grinding squeezes for the long strokes she normally encouraged me to in bed.

Still, I suspect Amy was more than pleased to have me entirely to herself for that week.

Fortunately, for the couple of days my kids stayed with us over Christmas, I managed to persuade her to supress her screaming as she climaxed; although it was occasionally a near run thing. And I only managed to supress her libido to the extent of cutting out the day time sex. She made sure our morning and evening routines continued. There was something about having me to herself that made her nearly insatiable.

When Ellen arrived after Christmas, Amy and Ellen made sure the new bed was put to good use; as Amy still continued to instigate pool sex on a regular basis, into which Ellen was now incorporated.

But the bottom line was that Amy, Ellen, Liddy and myself were all back at the marina in Fiji by eryaman escort the second week of January.

It wasn’t that hard to occupy ourselves. Liddy’s yacht was still in commission and we had permission to use it within reason, which we did.

But that changed somewhat early to mid-February. A tropical storm had developed off Vanuatu. At first it moved south eastward towards Tonga, skirting the bottom of Fiji; giving us some very wet weather, but no immediate danger. Then it intensified to become cyclone Winston before moving back to the north west where we were, deepening into a category five cyclone.

From the outset, the storm had been intense enough that we had started preparations. The bimini and dodger that we had reinstalled for our comfort on the boat were taken back in and we did everything we could to strip the boat of superfluous topside gear. By the time we were finished, the forward cabin and much of the amidships cabin were crowded with equipment. The RIB was deflated and lashed firmly, but well padded, on deck.

After heavily provisioning the boat, topping up the water tanks, recharging the batteries using a generator I kept on board and dehumidifying it as much as we could, we turned to Liddy’s yacht and did the same for hers. However, Liddy was going to sit out the storm with us. Her yacht might have been in a well sheltered lagoon designed for the purpose, but there were still risks with it being afloat and if things did go wrong in the middle of the storm, there’d be nothing she could do to save the boat.

Of necessity, much of this had been done in heavy rain and moderately strong winds. Now in tropical climates, you sort of have two choices when going out in the rain. One is to don a layer of clothing and wet weather gear over that. The other is just to accept you’re going to get wet and a bit of wind chill and go out in swimwear. As long as it’s warm enough — and summer in Fiji definitely was, even with a cyclone bearing down — I’ve always tended to the latter approach.

The trouble with the full rig is that you come back into the boat with water almost cascading off your wet weather gear, usually with the rain having penetrated through it to soak the clothing underneath regardless. So, either you strip off before coming below, and get soaked to the skin anyway as you stand on deck doing that, or you flood the inside of the boat and are still soaked to the skin and then have to deal with dripping wet clothing. In the end, the human body conveys a lot less water with it and doesn’t flap about in your face while you’re trying to work like the wet weather gear does. The only downside is that sometimes the rain stings in the driving wind. With the wind only a noisy, but tolerable 35 knots, we could put up with the stinging.

Still, it must have made for an amusing sight as, on the 18th, we first worked on our deck, then went across to Liddy’s yacht to attend to hers. Three women in tiny bikinis and a guy in speedos frantically clearing the deck in rain so heavy you could barely see where you were going and then running barefooted through the mud in the rain down to the dock to repeat the process on another yacht.

We took refuge in the cabin of Liddy’s yacht for a moment’s respite; to dry ourselves and boil the kettle, and make final internal preparations on the yacht, knowing full well a return trip to our yacht lay ahead of us. We were an interesting sight. Wet and bedraggled, the girls’ hair was a tangled dripping mess. Each of them had nipples raised to towering peaks by the rain and wind, with their dripping bikini tops and bottoms plastered to them; except for one of Amy’s where a combination of wind and cascading rain had washed and blown her top off one of her breasts.

I was actually watching as that happened to Amy’s top. She and I had been adding an extra lashing to the RIB tied down on the deck of Liddy’s yacht — Amy working one side, me the other. A ferocious gust of wind had brought down a cascade of driven water. Not rain — more like having a bucket of it poured over you while standing behind a jet engine. I couldn’t work out here it had come from. Maybe the wind had dislodged a pool of it atop the radar dome or maybe it had collected in the track on the boom; who knows in those conditions.

But a bit like diving through a wave (or at least I would guess like that — I don’t wear bikini tops), it had peeled the edge of the previously plastered top away enough for the wind to get under it. I watched with some amusement as it filled with wind like a spinnaker as it popped off her breast, flapped viciously twice and collapsed into the lee of her exposed breast in a dripping wad of cloth.

Amy just looked up at me staring at it and gave me a wink before getting back to the job of lashing down the RIB.

To limit the water brought aboard, the four of us tried to dry ourselves while squeezed onto the drip towel many yachts spread out at the bottom of the companionway steps. Even without the floor space restriction imposed by the towel, in the limited standing space of the main cabin of her yacht, there wasn’t really room for the sort of arms out, vigorous drying one normally does with a towel — especially for your back. Pushed close together, after we patted down our own fronts, we took to doing some cooperative drying. You dry my back and I’ll dry yours so to speak. Or at least that’s what it started out as.

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Under Her Spell

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The air was on the cold side of autumn cool but the sun of the day had warmed the earth enough that a low, silvery mist hung over the darkened estate. The sun was a memory in the west with only a faint glow of the last of its radiance visible. Stars gleamed in the purplish blue dome of twilight as it steadily darkened, more twinkling through with each minute that passed. The moon hung low in the sky; clear and visible yet seeming to almost skulk against the darkening sky as it was a dull yellow rather than a brilliant illuminating white. It was as if not even the high, far orb wished not to draw too much attention to the wicked things that stirred on Halloween. The light it cast down on the once well-maintained lawn, the jagged, grasping, towering walls of the hedge maze, the scattered stone benches and statues that lay about here and there, did not drive the shadows back but seemed to deepen them.

Here and there figures moved over the grounds; some in pairs with thin, faint beams stabbing the blackness from their flashlights, only to be swallowed up by the growing night. There were other pairs, two groups of three, and several lone shapes that slipped around those with the lights or followed them as they cautiously gained ground. Hunting those who dared the wild and fey night. The cries of the hunters and hunted sounded like shotgun blasts in the stifling quiet of the night before falling away as the lucky ones escaped or becoming the gruesomely fascinating sounds of the feast of the monsters.

James Dixon’s heart was beating fast as he moved with careful haste along the long, paved driveway that snaked through the mist dewed lawns towards the expansive mansion that lurked at the heart of the secluded land. He knew the wall they had parked by and the yawning open, worn gate they had passed through were not that far away, barely even a mile. As good as ten with what might be out there. They’d almost made it to the house. Now would be when they were in the most danger outside, just when they started to feel they might have passed the hungry sentinels of the forbidden manor.

James was tall, though not greatly so, only an inch over six feet and he had a build that was strong but lean. Hardly skinny, his body was agile and well-defined muscle under his clothes; the results of a high school baseball career. The twenty-year-old still played for his college team but devoted himself to his studies as well; James had few illusions about the likelihood of becoming a professional athlete. His tawny hair started to curl at the ends when it got to ear length, a little bit past that now. His bright jade-colored eyes moved quickly to scan the gloom for any hint of movement. His skin was a peaches and cream tone that he was sure was almost a beacon in the dark, not that he had much showing. There was faint stubble on his sharp, cleanly featured face. He was dressed in well fit jeans that were barely snug, a plain grey t-shirt under a light jacket of slate gray, and worn blue Chuck Taylors. He licked his lips and looked back at the smaller shape moving with him, just within arms’ reach. Which might be too far if one of the beasts came upon them. Or too close. She didn’t need him checking and he knew but he couldn’t help it. She mattered too much to him and he wouldn’t even be here without her.

The athletic young woman behind him raised a thin eyebrow at his look, “Don’t watch me, look out for yourself.” She smiled, her teeth a brilliant flash of white against the darker tone of her lips and her smooth mahogany skin. Her eyes were a light hazelnut brown with a bright spark of life and vitality in their depths. Her voice was just above a whisper but it felt far louder in the tension of the night, of the knowledge they were being hunted. She was beautiful, stunning he thought, with fine features that were almost sharp. Her ink black hair, done in a multitude of tiny braids that from a distance might be taken for locks of hair, framed high cheekbones and a smooth jawline that led to a delicate chin. She’d done a little modeling and might even be able to make a real go of it. She was on the tall side for a woman but not strikingly so. Her body was toned and agile, the product of good genes and a passion for kung fu that she’d discovered as a young pre-teen. She joked that she’d never go far in either martial arts or modeling because her tits were too big but admitted no one had ever complained besides her. A modestly full figure, high, pert breasts that were a plush handful each and a perky ass that was worth grabbing. Her limbs were shapely and strong, rounded and feminine but strong with lean muscle under satin skin. She was dressed much like he was, though her jeans were tighter and hugged her toned legs. Her dark red jacket was zipped up, emphasizing her figure, and the hem of the purple button down, one of his, underneath it could be seen falling down to her thighs. Twenty-one-year-old Cammy Jones wiggled her flashlight in one hand, ‘I’m wearing cebeci escort Mother Nature’s night camo, remember?”

He goggled at her a moment and then snickered, “I can’t believe you said that.”

“Believe it, babe.” She glanced back over their shoulders at the hedges behind them. “Besides, I can take care of myself. And I’ll keep you safe from the monsters, sweetheart.”

James shook his head slightly, a smile on his lips. “Cammy the Vampire Slayer? I can see it.”

She opened her mouth to speak when there was a growling bellow from the grounds on the other side of the hedges, followed by a pair of female shrieks. The two young lovers turned to face the sounds, drawing away and moving back towards the steps that led to the front door of the mansion. There was the sound of running feet approaching them and a crashing of branches that accompanied another bellow as the creatures cut off the escape of the fleeing women. The women shrieked again, met by a pair of growling grunts as the creatures that had snared them moved in. “No! No, don’t! Keep away!” That was the last before the monsters were on them and the sound of bodies being borne to the ground, of cloth ripping, gasps, whimpers, and growls that spoke clearly with no words at all.

The two of them looked at one another and turned together to rush up the steps to the door, the concerns of stealth forgotten. James’s longer stride led him to the door first and though it was unlocked, he had to bang his shoulder into it, flinging it open with a dull thud. Cammy pelted in behind him and pivoted to push back against the door. The two of them caught a glimpse over the hedges from their higher vantage point of two larger shapes with furry heads over two smaller ones on the ground, hands pawing and clawing, and then the door shut with a sepulchral crash and cut off their vision.

James and Cammy leaned back against the door, both breathing heavy. The younger man made his breaths slower, deeper. His heart was pounding and he felt a thrill of adrenaline still in his veins. That had happened so close. They’d heard and almost seen . . . and it had come from out of nowhere. They hadn’t even known the monsters or their victims had been there. That had startled him more than anything, the sudden burst of noise and action from near stillness. He’d thought it was all more distant. “That was a little intense.”

“Yeah,” he glanced over to see her raising her eyebrows and nodded, “it was. Damn, that was so close too. We almost could have reached out and touched them.” She let out a long breath and grinned, “Got a rush out of it.” She looked over at him and bit her lower lip, “You know, we made a lot of noise with the door . . . anything in here . . . .”

He grimaced, “Knows we’re here.” James took a look around, stepping away from the door. There was a small space they were in now, with a doorless closet for coats that was empty, dust and cobwebs in the corners. Past that was a much larger room; a huge grand hall and foyer with a large staircase that dominated it and led up to the second and third floors. The walls were plastered and painted with large light fixtures here and there that glowed faintly; whatever power fed to them barely enough to make their bulbs cast anything brighter than candlelight. The foyer was for reception and had few furnishings; merely going back into the body of the aging, massive house. Here and there along the walls there were open doors; yawning spaces from which poured light as well as one on either side of the great staircase on the back wall. No one or thing had yet appeared despite the noise of their entrance. And yet all was not still. There were noises from the nearest room on the right; a murmur of voices and of faint movement. From somewhere deeper in the house music could be heard playing faintly; a sweetly sinister melody that floated on the air with a melancholy intimidation and warning.

“I know that music,” James muttered. So familiar and so, well, haunting.

“Tchaikovsky,” Cammy said after a few beats. “Overture to Swan Lake…but most people know it better as the opening to Dracula. Bela Lugosi Dracula.”

“Oh.” He had to smile a little at that. “Nice atmospheric choice.”

Cammy spoke softly as she walked past him into the foyer, “Come on, baby. We’re not getting closer to the end standing here.” She took his hand and he followed after as the two of them walked into the space that was open but had an almost claustrophobic feeling due to the grand staircase taking up so much of it. They moved with slow care, trying not to make noise on the aging hardwood, for they knew they were not alone and there were things in the dark mansion that hungered for them. Their quiet feet drew them closer and closer to the first lit doorway. As they neared, it became clearer the room was occupied. They heard a low male voice let out a soft moan and exchanged a look. Cammy çukurambar escort arched an eyebrow, James nodded, and they slipped forward enough to peer into the room.

The sarcophagus’ outer shell was golden and gleamed dully in the dim light that came from the ceiling fixture but it was dark within, gaping open and empty. On the floor before it lay the body of the explorer; his khaki pants were loose around his legs and his clothes hung loose on his bones, the grinning mount of his skull agape, and his pith helmet still on his head. There was a heavy wooden chair near it and in it sat a man, wrapped loosely in white linen wrappings that held him in place despite looking neither strong nor tight enough for the task. He was Caucasian and older than them by no more than ten years, if that. He was healthy looking, fit, and with a thin but well-trimmed beard on his face. His face was stricken yet fascinated as he stared at the sight before him, “Oh, God. Judy . . . don’t.”

His wife, a pretty woman a few years younger than her husband, looked up at him from where she knelt on the floor with a shameful and excited blush on her cheeks. Her garments were askew; her blouse undone and her bra pulled down to her let her tits free; her rosy nipples were hard and her breasts heaved with arousal. The blond locks that had been up in a bun were loose about her face and her eyes were glazed with desire. “I’m sorry . . . no, not sorry, I . . . regret you’re hurt.” Her skirt was underneath her on the floor having been fully undone and pulled away and her pale blue panties were visibly damp. “But . . . I must.” She turned her head back to the figure towering over her. “I must serve my pharaoh. I must please him.”

The mummy Amenhotep, restored to vigor and flesh by taking that of the explorer, nodded to her, “Then return to pleasing me, woman, before I take your husband’s life in my anger.” He smiled and let out a groan as the she leaned forward and her red lips spread and sealed around his thick, veiny, black cock. His skin was several shades darker than Cammy’s and his head was clean shaven, though he had a tight goatee on his chin. The wrappings that had kept his desiccated form together before his resurrection were mostly torn off of him but a few loops of white linen were still draped over him. His body was strong, powerful, and hard. His manhood was long and thick and his balls hung low, heavy with the seed of the ancient king reborn. Other than the few remaining scraps of wrapping, he was naked and sculpted muscle moved under his dark skin as he reached out to grasp the blonde’s hair and guide her in sucking and worshiping his rod. “Ahh, yesss, good. Very good.”

She let out a happy coo around the thick meat that stretched her lips, letting him pull her head down onto him, taking him past her mouth and into her throat as he fed his cock to her. Her left hand reached out to pump her husband’s dick on his chair; his own tool rock hard despite seeing his wife servicing the mummy with such . . . eagerness. Her right slipped low and into her own panties, toying with her sex. Watching from just outside the doorway, James swallowed and felt his own manhood stiffening in his pants. God damn . . . that was . . . it was fucked up but it was sexy. Sexier than he wanted to admit. He felt Cammy’s hand tighten on his and his eyes flicked over to see her looking on the scene intently, her tongue slipping over her lips.

Judy’s head bobbed up and down on the pharaoh’s dark meat, now slick and glistering with spit and pre-cum. He was groaning, his toned ass flexing as he moved his hips to push as much as she could take into her willing throat. Then he suddenly stepped away from her, his dick slithering out of her mouth, Judy gasping and coughing as it came free. “Your worship pleases me, but I want more.”

“More?” Her husband looked up in sudden horror, “You can’t!”

“I will, and you will watch and see how much she loves it, white man,” the mummy smirked. He pulled Judy to her feet, the blond woman going easily and lifted her up to place her on the explorer’s desk, “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Judy bit her lower lip and nodded. Amenhotep scowled and lifted her legs up with one mighty arm, the other swinging to give her ass a stinging slap that made her yelp. “Speak! I must hear, your husband must hear, what you want!”

“Oww! Yes, yes, my pharaoh, my master!” She blushed and looked at her husband, “I’m so sorry, honey, but . . . but I need this, need him.” The married woman turned her imploring face to the tall black man, “Please fuck me. Fuck my pussy with your big black cock. Take me, make me yours!” She ran her hands down and lifted her legs together to slide her panties up them and then bent her knees to let them fall to her feet and off. Judy spread her legs, “See how wet I am for you? Please, fuck me!”

The tied man let out a groan that was both aroused demetevler escort and despairing as the dark skinned man stepped up between her readily spread legs. “Watch her now. Watch her as I claim her as all white women should be, as they were in ancient days when the Barbary raiders brought your ancestors to our shores as slaves and tribute, as it shall be again!”

James eyes narrowed, his voice a whisper, “The Barbary pirates were in the eighteenth century, not -“

Cammy glared at him. “Shh!”

Amenhotep thrust forward and the bulbous head of his black cock drove into Judy’s pink core. She cried out on the desk, back arching, head going back, as her pussy was stretched and filled by the pharaoh’s powerful rod. “Oh, GOD! Oh, fuck, he’s so big! So strong! Stretching me, filling meee!” He bucked his hips again and rocked another inch into her, drawing another cry from the pale skinned wife. Three more times he thrust in to fill her deeper and spread her wider until at last he was hilted inside.

James felt Cammy squeeze his hand hard and pulled his eyes away as the mummy drew his long prick back almost all the way out of her in a slow, steady motion. His girlfriend’s eyes were bright and eager but also warning. She jerked her head and he blinked to shake himself out of the voyeuristic trance that had settled on him and nodded. The two crept away from the sitting room as Judy cried out again. More followed and the sound of flesh slapping together could be heard as he began to pound her but was fainter as the two of them headed towards one of the doors set in the back wall of the large foyer.

The young man glanced at the wide staircase that went up before splitting in two to reach to either side of the upper landing. He looked at Cammy and inclined his head towards it, whispering, “Upstairs?”

She shook her head, “The map said first floor.” They crept through the foyer as the sounds of sex covered those of their movement. Or so they could hope. Each soft step they took seemed like a thud and the faintest creak of the floorboards was like the crack of a whip. But so far, their entrance and passage was unnoticed. But for how long?

They passed another lit doorway and again paused. The charmingly sinister music swelled from within but now they could hear other sounds as well. It was a music room; stands for sheet music and even instruments set on or by chairs in an arc around a dais and a conductor’s podium. Sheet music was scattered on the floor about the podium as the tall, elegantly dressed man wearing a plain white opera mask groaned and leaned back against it, his pale hands gripping the angled surface hard. He wore a knee length coat in a dark blue with corded braiding in a dull yellow at the cuffs and along the wide lapels, a white shirt with a lacy ruffed cravat around his neck. His trousers came to mid-calf, but were open, and his hard, long dick jutted out into the air and over the women who knelt before him.

“Maestro, please,” one of them said, a pretty woman with creamy skin pleaded, her wide blue eyes behind thin framed glasses looking up at the man, her lips parted. She was full figured and was just shy of being able to be called plump with generous breasts that heaved in the air, sagging only a little now that they were free from her discarded coat and sweater that lay to one side of the dais. She was in her 40s likely but her face and body still pulled the eyes. Her hair was a pale blond that was swept up in a bun at the back of her head. One of her hands was wrapped around the base of the man’s thick prick, “Please, you must teach my Bella to sing.”

Bella, who looked to be in her twenties, nodded, her lips brushing the head of his prick. “Please, Maestro, Angel of Music.” He groaned anew as her pink tongue slithered out and over the head of his member. Her skin was smooth and silky with a light caramel hue that spoke of Hispanic heritage. Her shoulder length hair was dark and had a slight wave to it, swept back over her shoulders to expose her own perky tits to the masked man’s view.

He looked down at them and groaned, “How sweetly you plead for that which you need.” He reached down to slide a white gloved hand through Bella’s dark hair and take a firm hold, pushing his cock past her lips and into her mouth. The girl let out a soft squeal and then a coo as he fed her his dick. “You want to be my student? Then serving my pleasure would be prudent.”

This time it was Cammy who gave a soft snort, “Couplets? Come on, man.” Jason looked over at her and put a finger to his lips. She grimaced, “You know I’m right,” but then stayed quiet.

The Phantom gestured to the older woman, “If your daughter is to be my prize, she must be ready for my size. Prepare her to be fucked, Mother dear, to see if her voice can please my ear.” He stepped back away from the podium with a flourish, pulling his dick out of the younger woman’s mouth with a slithery, wet sound.

The blond smiled and then leaned in to kiss her supposed daughter. The younger woman cooed once more and then drew close, pressing their bare chests together, tongues entwining. Then she pulled away, “Momma’s going to help you, baby. It’ll be all right.” Her hands slid down to unfasten the button of the other woman’s jeans and zip them down, “Just lean back.”

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It was the day of Christmas Eve and I was alone but as the day moved on I began to want company to share the evening and with and possibly the night.

My closest female friend and sometimes lover was always busy with work, errands or friends and family. She was unmarried with no children, lived alone and when she felt the need she’d visit me usually twice or three times a week and we’d make a night of it. Occasionally she’d spend a weekend and had shared a week or so several times since I’d known her. Our sex when it happened was spirited and satisfying but this night I was certain she’d be busy and not alone yet I thought I’d give it a try as darkness approached.

Finally I picked up my cell phone and typed in her number then after four rings a different female voice answered.

“Is Debbie there?” I asked as I glanced toward the number I’d dialed and was displayed on the screen of the phone.

“No she isn’t. This is Rochelle. Who is this?” the voice asked.

“I’m Ray and I apologize Rochelle. It seems I dialed the wrong number.” I answered and started to close the connection as I read that I’d missed Debbie’s number by a single digit.

Then just before I broke the connection I heard “Who says it’s the wrong number?” she asked.

“Well I see that I hit a wrong digit.” I answered.

“Does that mean you aren’t interested?” she said and her voice sounded teasing.

“Not at all but you don’t know me.” I said.

“Are you sure I don’t want to know you?” she asked again with that same tinge to her voice “Why are you calling Debbie?”

“Well it’s Christmas Eve and I was hoping she might want to say hello if she’s alone tonight.” I continued.

“Well I can say hello. So, Hello Ray I’m alone tonight.” she added.

I laughed and felt ‘into’ the conversation now. “Would you want my company?” I responded.

“I might if I knew more about you. Can you describe yourself to me and tell me what you and Debbie would do if you were with her tonight?” she asked with a voice that sent tingles up my spine and an uncanny urge through other parts of me.

I described myself and then mentioned that Debbie and I might enjoy all night together if she was alone.

“Well if I was with you I know that you’d enjoy the night together. Do you like chubby girls?” she laughed with a sort of giggle to her voice.

“I love girls that have a full figure. Describe yourself to me?” I added tentatively.

She described herself as barely five feet tall and gave me her hair and eye color then added her bra size as forty double ‘D’ with a laugh then asked “Do you like big tits?”

I’d never talked to a girl this way when I didn’t know her but it was inspiring to think I might actually meet one that was open and almost seemed to be inviting me to find out. “Big tits and large cute ass are as appealing to me as full lips and big eyes. I love them all.” I said.

“Yumm. You sound like a great guy. How old are you?” she continued.

“I’m thirty two. Why? How old are you?” I asked.

“I’m thirty four but I love younger guys. I can train them if they aren’t already trained.” and this time she laughed heartily.

“It sounds perfect to me. I’ve always had this thing for old women.” I teased in return.

“Well this old woman knows what a man needs and what she likes. It is a shame we’re both alone tonight. You’d have the best night you’ve ever known.” she said with that tease still in her voice.

“Well. Give me your address and if you like me then maybe we could have that night.” I teased back.

“I’m apartment sitting for a girlfriend tonight. It’s her place and I don’t know if she’ll be back tonight or perhaps tomorrow but I couldn’t give out her address.” she sounded sad now.

“Well. If I could find her address there, came over, and if you liked me maybe we could still have that night together. What do you say about that?” I asked still teasing.

“I don’t know how you’d ever do that.” she answered.

“Well if I could and I showed up at your door and you liked me would you invite me in and think about all that fun?” I asked still teasing.

“Of course I would but it’ll never happen. I’ll be here all night by myself.” she said in a sad voice.

“Do you promise if I show up at your door?” I asked.

“Do you know my friend at this address or phone number?” she asked warily.

“I don’t know her, don’t know where you are and have never called or talked to anyone before at this telephone number.” I swore to her my honesty.

“Well then if you can find me and come over and I like you then I’ll let you in but I know it can’t be done. Just think what we’ll both be missing tonight.” and then she was gone.

I was tempted to hit redial and talk more but then she’d promised and perhaps I knew a way.

There are things called reverse directories available on the Internet and they can take a telephone number and give an address for it. They aren’t always reliable because sometimes the number has never beşevler escort been listed and in other cases if the number was owned by someone else in years past it will give you that old address and not the current address you want to find.

I did a search on “Bing” and found hundreds of webpages that might be able to find her address but had to narrow it down. I tried adding the area code and then town to the search and there were still too many pages. I began a slow methodical search writing down the most prominent reverse search sites by their URL.

When I’d narrowed it down to ten databases I began accessing them and entering the full ten digit telephone number. For the first eight they found no listing at all but then on the ninth it found five different addresses for that phone number.

I cleaned myself up and headed out. I would check each number until I found her I hoped.

The first was a large house with a party going on and I assumed they must have changed their telephone number or perhaps had a kid that formerly had the number.

The second address was an empty apartment while the third was a business. The fourth too had a party going on but her voice had come from a quiet background and I’d heard no noise like a party and besides she’d said it was an apartment.

I was growing dispirited as I approached the last address on my list. If she wasn’t here I might never find her and that would really kill my Christmas spirit.

Perhaps there was a chance I thought as I pulled up to the address and noticed it was an apartment complex.

I parked and made my way through it until I found the apartment number on my list.

I adjusted my pants and shirt and checked my hair in a window’s reflection and then I knocked.

There was barely any light coming from inside the place and I knocked three different times and was about to turn and leave when I heard the noise of someone unlocking the door.

The door opened perhaps two inches and was stopped by a security chain when I heard a soft whispered voice from behind the door ask “Who is it?”

It had taken me more than two and a half hours but I recognized the voice instantly. “It’s just Ray, Rochelle. I told you I might find you and its taken hours but now it’s all worth it. May I come in?”

In the very dim light I made out an eye peering around the edge of the door and then the door closed without a word. I didn’t know what to do. Perhaps she didn’t like the overly tall stranger she’d just seen. I’m not a handsome guy and perhaps that’s it I thought. Then as I turned and prepared to walk away I heard the chain again and then the door opened wide “Come in.” she said and I entered.

I glanced around a very neat apartment and then heard the door close but it wasn’t followed by the chain.

I turned and she was there with huge beautiful eyes and full red lips. She was in a heavy white robe and slippers but she was smiling and the whiteness of the robe accented her darkly tanned face.

“How did you find me?” she asked.

“Magic.” I said with a smile. “Now what about our evening and night?” I teased and she laughed.

“Are you going to hold me to it? I did let you into the place.” she added in what seemed a happy mood.

“You are everything I’d imagined and your eyes and lips perfectly match my hopes and your beauty.” I said and she smiled a grateful acceptance I thought.

“Well what about my figure? I told you I’m fat.” she added.

“I haven’t seen it yet but from what I can see from the robe I know it’s exactly what I wanted.” I told her in complete honesty.

She blushed then opened the simple belt tie and spread the robe. She was dressed only in low hip-hugger panties and a lacy bra that showed off her breasts perfectly. Her soft tummy was exactly as I’d wanted and she had strong, full thighs.

I stepped forward and reached around her then pulled her to me as I leaned far over and kissed her. “Your body is perfection too.” I spoke into her ear and felt her tremble all over.

“Were you serious about all night and if you were how do I fit your hopes?” I asked suddenly nervous about rejection.

“I’ve never known such a tall man and I like your looks. You seem strong, powerful and the way you strolled into the room you seemed confident and I love a confident man. I also like the fact that you seem pleased to meet me.” she said with a long study as her eyes focused below my belt.

I laughed and said “Every guy you meet has the same gut-reaction toward you and your body I’d bet.” and my eyes too were appreciating her body.

“I haven’t had a date in two years and never had a man that satisfied me of the few that I’ve known and allowed to get close but I always have had more than a passing interest in tall arousing men.” she laughed with a broad smile.

I pulled her to me as I reached around her under the robe and kissed her again. “Your kiss too is what arouses men.” I büyükesat escort added and saw her slip the robe from her shoulders and let it cascade down onto the floor. She stood a moment facing me and then pivoted completely around slowly to let me see her entire body.

“Do you still like a cute large ass?” she teased.

“I like this one.” I said and reached around her again to cup the cheeks as I pulled her close and even more tightly.

I used my hands to knead her ass as we kissed again and this time our tongues wrestled neither able to gain the edge.

When the kiss paused she reached up and slipped the shoulder straps of the bra to the side and pulled her arms free.

“You said you like large tits. Are mine too large?” she continued with the tease.

I raised my hands to the five clasps behind her back and kissed her again. I kept the kiss controlled until finally I’d freed all five clasps then released the back of the bra and let it hang at her side until the kiss ended.

She started to catch the bra before it was clear of her breasts but I reached out and took her hands in mine as her bra slid to the floor. I whistled then and my mouth went dry.

Her tits had no sag at all, were firm and full while capped with large rigid nipples and surrounded by a full rouge pink color. My tongue had to wet my dry lips as my eyes refused to leave them. “I’ve never seen such amazingly beautiful tits.” I almost shouted.

“I’m proud of them but I like that you like them and find them interesting too.” she said.

“If you allow I’m going to do a lot more than find them interesting and I slowly lowered my lips to them. They seemed to taste sweeter even than they looked. Her body shivered in delight as my tongue circled them and my fingers teased them.

“Now I’m going to see all of you.” I said with a quirky strain to my voice.

“But you can see almost all of me now. You can tell that I keep myself nude where it counts and these panties don’t hide any of my ass.” she giggled.

“I love your choice of lingerie but they really do hide a lot and I’d love the experience of slipping you free and devouring what you look like under them.” I smiled and winked at her and then pulled her close and began inching the panties off while she stood intrigued by my interest.

Seeing her only in sandals made me the most aroused I’d ever been and I started at her mouth then worked slowly downward pausing for a long effort at her breasts again. She was trembling as I ran my kisses and tongue along her tummy while continuing downward until I was on my knees and at my designated target.

“What are you going to do?” she asked with apparent apprehension.

I looked into her eyes and left mine focused on hers and said “Guess.” as I finally reached and dedicated the next forty-five minutes to my mission and I had to hold her up because her legs seemed to turn to jelly. She was every bit as sweet and delicious as I knew she would be and she was not just interested but eager and lost in the experience as my tongue teased her inner folds and circled her tiny eager center. I more than enjoyed the way her body teased back and seemed to beg for even more as her wetness seemed to grow and grow while deliciously coating my tongue and lips. I wasn’t merely providing a service but receiving responses I’d only dreamed of over years of previous erotic dreams. She melted into me.

She couldn’t speak to stop me, or tell me when she’d had enough, and so after the time mentioned I slowly pulled away and held her. She had collapsed over my head and her face rested against my back.

I managed to work the way to my feet without any sign of consciousness from her even when I picked her up and carried her to find the bedroom and pull back the sheets before gently putting her down.

I lay next to her for many minutes gently kneading her shoulders and feeling the firmness of her breasts in my hands while kissing her neck and cheek. Eventually she came around and her eyes focused and she turned to look at me in quiet satisfaction.

“No one has ever done that for me when did I pass out?” she asked nervously. “My clit must be swollen four times size and I can still feel how sensitive it’s become.” as even her eyes thanked me.

“And it tasted four times as good” I winked back.

When I’d answered she slowly reached down found the zipper on my slacks and slid it open. In moments she slipped her hand in and found me but couldn’t extract it. I was still hard and fully extended. She couldn’t seem to bend it and so began opening the French fly of the trousers. “I like a guy that isn’t afraid to leave off his briefs but I’ve never had to use so much effort reaching it.” she whispered as finally she had the pants opened and slid them down from the waist until she found what she was looking for and ran her fingers and hands over it.

“King-sized too. Santa was good to me.” she laughed “I’ve only seen guys çankaya escort this size in pictures.” she said and gently kissed my neck before she backed away from me far enough to view it. Its beautiful too.” she told me with a wink of her eye and added “It’s just the sort of plaything a girl can treasure.” and her mind had recovered. “Also one good taste deserves another.” she continued.

She scooted further on the bed until she was looking directly at it and then began her taste. “A girl’s tongue can enjoy many pleasures.” she added.

Her mouth was perfect and her ability exceeded anything I’d known. It always seemed to me that girls began in the same fashion with a man’s desires in hand but she was different. She built slowly and explored everywhere but she also seemed to know or elicit everything necessary to peak my passion before I slipped my hand into her hair, ran my fingers through it and then urged her down over it more completely.

The best minutes of my life and the pleasures continued until finally I felt the friction of her throat around it in what seemed and endless slide into complete need. Now I drove hard and returned before driving fast and hard again and I heard her moan the pleasure as she realized she was driving me wild with need.

Some blowjobs are okay and some are good but this one brought out every dream a guy can have for the experience. Her fingers played my balls the way a flutist might move and her tongue knew every move and every part of a man and his manhood but her throat was caressing and working as tight as any pussy I thought at the time. I couldn’t know then that too would be even better and trump the experience.

Finally as I released she took it all as a precious treasure and seemed to constantly seek more. Her tongue moved back to my head and it was all I could take with its increased sensitivity.

After I lay panting and drained uncertain that I’d be able to continue without a period of rest but her hand was working and she kissed my cheek telling me that as long as it remained in the same condition that she was going to work it until it went soft.

I watched almost helpless as she climbed over me and in less than a minute I felt her incredible tightness begin to swallow me. Her pussy was hungry and ravenous as it consumed me and she knew where she needed to feel it. “Your head is perfect and right here it feels just the way I’ve always wanted to be teased.” she whispered as she worked it in and out without descending to full depth. After more than two minutes I felt her body seize and then heard a muffled scream as her needs exploded and her body was wracked with orgasm.

When she’d finished the first rolling orgasm she almost collapsed over me with her tits to my face and her pussy sinking slowly deeper around me. She didn’t move until finally my cock had slid to her depths then she shuddered and came alive again.

She sat up and began riding me when I noticed her hand and fingers working and replaced them with my thumb rolling across her swollen nubbin. Apparently the need was there regardless of the previous session. Each time she straightened her knees and rose above me she’d drop solidly and emit a growl.

When her movements began to intensify I moved my hands to her hips and began rolling slowly from one side to the other every few strokes. My cock rode one side and then the other of her pussy and she seemed to love it until finally I made her sit with her back straight up then pulled her hips forward with enough pressure that her pussy bent my cock and she cried out again in extreme pleasure.

When I slid her backward again she begged me to fill her and I took my pleasure to the extreme before she yelled “I can feel it cumming.” She road it until I slowed and then leaned forward again as my hands found and kneaded her tits.

“Thank you.” she said and closed her eyes before continuing. “Santa himself couldn’t do a better job. You’ve already shown me more than any guy I’ve known before. Most guys never give a girl oral and don’t work for the girl’s pleasure but only for their own. Also you have a cock made to please women and I’m lucky enough to enjoy it all on Santa’s Eve.”

It was almost eleven o’clock and we clung together with her body spooned tightly against my back and her arm over my waist as she still continued to play until we dozed off.

I’d only been asleep for a few minutes when I thought I heard something and woke up. Rochelle and I had each rolled onto our backs by then and I turned my head and was admiring the shape of her body. I could have reached over and begun to play because just that simple quick glance already had my cock saluting the ceiling and then I heard something more.

I heard a woman’s voice call Rochelle’s name and for a moment thought it was someone outside but then a shadow partially blocked the doorway.

“Well what do we have here? Rochelle didn’t tell me she was inviting someone over and certainly nobody that looked like you. Are you happy to see me or what?” she said and even in the dim light I could tell what she was staring at and hadn’t slightest hint of embarrassment at a naked man in her bed.

I thought instantly of jumping up and putting something on but then Rochelle woke up and giggled. “Hi Sheri isn’t he delicious and you should know what he does about sex. He’s incredible!”

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Two Birds With One Stone

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TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE

Life & Death finished our set. We opened for the British blues-rock band, the Sixpence, at the Village Theatre. Backstage the groupies ignored us and waited for the big names.

“Star fuckers!” our lead guitarist, Warren, spat.

We never sounded better. I’m the drummer and I keep things together along with bassist, Sandy. The rhythm guitarist, Tommy, is just along for the ride, replacing our keyboardist, Clint, who went and got drafted.

“I’m afraid there’s a Viet Cong bullet with my name on it,” he lamented.

“Don’t forget to duck,” Sandy said lamely.

The lead singer and sometimes harmonica player was Margo Rush, a cross between Gracie Slick and Janis Joplin with a dash of Leslie Gore in the mix.

We did our one-hit-wonder, “Jealous Rage,” which I wrote, but had to let Margo sing. Our opening tune is a cover of “Good Morning, Mary,” a minor hit for a band called Wind, whose lead guitarist was a friend of Warren’s. Our best tune was “The Electrophonic Soul Sundae,” which lost something without Clint’s keyboard. Margo learned the notes on harmonica and Tommy played a counter melody to Warren’s lead guitar solo, but it just fell flat compared to the studio version with Clint’s driving organ.

The night before we did a soundcheck with the Sixpence—Nigel, Liam, Cecil, and Trevor, who were cordial to us, but disparaged the expected crowd as teeny boppers. We tried to tell them that the Greenwich Village crowd was hip and in tune with the music, but they just snickered.

Afterward they shared some righteous weed with us and invited us to eat, drink, and party with them at their hotel. We no sooner arrived than they plied Margo with apple wine and pills before carrying off to a bedroom and gang-banged her. She howled for an hour and told us later they fucked our sweet lady in the mouth, ass, and cunt without condoms. Then they took turns pissing on her before turning her loose.

“What pigs!” Warren declared.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect to get peed on, but I came a lotta times,” our cute singer confessed, as she emerged from the Sixpence’s sex chamber, her tits sticking out from her unbuttoned shirt and her jeans showing half her butt crack.

Margo was ripe. “You’re kinda funky, kid,” I told her.

“I’ll take a shower when I get home,” she shrugged. I picked at her frizzy blonde curls and suggested she hop into the hotel room’s bathroom and go home cleaned up. Margo shook her head and walked over to table where the Sixpence’s roadies were passing around a hash pipe.

Sandy and I left at that point.

The next night after the gig, as a gaggle of groupies swarmed around the Sixpence, we took possession of the hospitality suite. As I said, Life & Death never sounded better, especially Margo, but she was bummed out because her British blues rockers had found other fertile fields to play.

“I fucked all four of them guys,” ankara olgun escort she choked back a sob. “I thought they really liked me.”

Only Tommy had the balls to say to her, “It was your pussy they liked, Margo.”

To which she spat, “Fuck you,” and poked her middle finger at him.

Margo, Warren, Sandy, Tommy, and I explored new vistas, having been weaned on grass and beer, to drink wine and vodka paid for by someone else was a novel affair.

We sang along to vinyl spinning—Cream, Yardbirds, Kinks, and Who—as Margo danced, half stoned out and half erotica in motion. I tapped out beats on the armrest of a leather sofa and Sandy played air bass guitar with his fingers.

“I think I like vodka,” he slurred.

A groupie named Caprice came prancing into the suite. Apparently, the Sixpence were done with her and she was looking for more fun. Usually, the hard-core star fuckers go for the lead guitarist or lead singer. So, even though our lead singer was a girl, Caprice moved right in on Margo’s space, nestling her butt beside our alpha chick’s on the same chair.

“Which guy is your old man?” Caprice asked Margo.

“All of ’em,” Margo smiled broadly. “I’m everybody’s.”

“Who’d you ball first?”

Margo wiggled as Caprice wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pointed at me, “I jerked off Nicky and he fingered me first, but I blew Clint, who used to play keyboards, before I let anybody fuck me.”

Entwining her long fingers in Margo’s blonde, wiry, frizzy hair, Margo asked in a wistful, alluring voice, “Yeah, so, who gotcha first?”

“Again, my little drummer boy, Nicky.” When Margo pointed at me, Caprice pushed off the chair and landed like a cat on two legs and then walked toward me. She wore a v-neck shirt, striped miniskirt with a wide black belt, red leotards, and low-cut suede boots.

In time with the music caprice danced as she stripped, flipping her waist-length blonde hair from side to side as she bared and jiggled her puffy-nippled pointy tits, black furred pussy, and dimpled ass. She looked at me with a suggestive, open-mouthed expression and her hand movements simulated fingers dancing all over both of us.

I watched her, felt the warmth of her body, and smelled her erotic odor. My erection swelled and I began to rub myself, but before she could hone in on my dick, Tommy came from behind and grabbed her, humping her form behind. Instead of protesting she laughed with glee he began to put it to her doggy style.

Margo also jumped from the chair, pulled down her jeans, and crawled on the floor like a serpent, positioning herself in front of Caprice, who was panting and grunting in response to Tommy’s grinding from behind. Margo spread her legs and opened her pussy with her fingers and waited for the talented groupie to kiss her pink membrane, looking like a slice ankara ucuz escort of smoked ham.

I watched the throuple—Margo, Caprice, and Tommy—shiver and moan in orgasm. They had no sooner finished than they switched—Margo going down on Caprice and Tommy putting his rubbery but still elongated dick inside Margo’s slippery slit.

There I was high as the moon and horny with nowhere to go. I looked at my best friend, Sandy, and saw that he, too, was aroused but stymied. Without any filters of inhibition, I reached for Sandy’s pants waist and yanked down his jeans with a single determined tug, his fingerlike dick springing up from his sparsely hairy crotch.

Sandy didn’t speak a word, just calmly gazing down at me, as I leaned forward and took hold of his penis. I heard Warren murmur something to the effect of “What’s this?” I rolled my eyes upward to make sure Sandy was watching me, giving him a smile and a little wink before kissing the tip of his crown. He moaned and shivered in response, and then I began to lick him with long, slow, wet strokes of my tongue. I felt his hand gently patting the top of my head as I savored the taste of his flesh.

I heard Warren say, “I think they’ve done this before.” Tommy had finished fucking Margo and she had finished eating out Caprice, and so I knew everyone was watching me and Sandy. I pulled his cock inside my mouth, massaging it with my tongue, and felt at once a surge of adrenalin and passion. My bass-playing bandmate threw his head back and groaned as I proceeded to suck him off with a fast-paced, head-bobbing rhythm.

“That is so fuckin’ cool,” I heard Margo say, getting a purring agreement form Caprice.

I pulled down my pants and started to play with my own manly spear when I felt someone, either Caprice or Margo, diddle my ass hole with a feminine fingertip. I didn’t open my eyes or stop, however. I enjoyed sucking Sandy’s cock so much that I was disappointed when I sensed his ejaculation was imminent.

Sandy exclaimed, “Oh, shit!” as I tightened my lips around the hear of his cock and squeezed his balls before the first burst of ejaculate hit the roof of my mouth. I hummed audibly as his milky white semen rolled over my tongue and gulped loudly as it went down my throat. I kept sucking him until the last beat and loudly smacked his wang with a kiss. I further added to my debauchery by licking his sweaty balls, pubies, inner thighs, and perineum between his anus and scrotum.

While Caprice and Margo were still tossing my salad, Caprice licking my ass crack and Margo giving me a hickey on my left butt cheek, Warren unbuckled his jeans, pulled out his cock and balls, and wiggled them in front of my face.

“Don’t you love me, too?” he whined, glancing the tip of his phallus against my cheek. “C’mon, will ya?”

I laughed and cupped his big one between ankara yabancı escort my hands. His dick looked like a raw turkey neck and his balls sagged halfway to his knees.

I treated him to a luxuriously slow, wet licking, punctuated by little nibbles all around. I kept looking up at the lead guitarist with wide, expectant eyes, just like girls such as Margo and Caprice do to enhance the allure of their performance.

“If your balls are next to my chin,” I asked him, “where will your penis be?”

“In your mouth,” he said, his voice thick with distracted passion.

I had never kissed Warren, not even in playful teasing, but the next thing I did was bring his long dong to my lips and kiss it loudly with a theatrical smacking.

Warren started to talk to me as I performed fellatio on him. “The only guy I ever got queer with was Jonny Crimian,” he confessed. Jonny was the singer-guitarist of a band called Wind, who had just recently had a minor hit record. “We were really stoned and it was really a ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ kind of thing.

Meanwhile I was lavishing his rod with a vigorous, hard-sucking, fist-pumping double stimulatipn. When I added a ball massage, he threw his head back and howled, “This feels so good! Fuck!”

I held his throbbing dick in front of my face and opened my mouth just before he came. I spread my lips to receive his wad and made yummy sounds as I swallowed his stick issue. Then I licked and slurped his cock, balls, and ass, finish him off by spreading his rectum with my fingers and kissing his ass right smack dab in the anus.

“Oh, my god, that was unfuckin’ believable.”

I rolled onto my side and expected to find Caprice or Margo to wrap up this unparalleled orgiastic extravaganza. Instead, it was Tommy, who was picking at his weiner like a six-string guitar.

“Hey, what about me?”

I laughed and knelt in front of him, letting him whip out his brown cock and present it to my warm hands. I rubbed his cock with both hands and felt it grow longer and thicker before I treated him to a tongue flicking, licking, and butterfly kisses.

I sucked Tommy’s curved, thickly veined penis for barely half a minute before he started to come in my mouth. Maybe because he was so quickly spent, I gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek after licking his hard, little balls clean.

The last thing I remember is Caprice and Margo taking turns sucking my dick and sitting on my face. Margo tasted sweaty, salty, and full of the Sixpence’s come, while Caprice tasted nutty, pissy, and full of my bandmate’s come.

Unconscious or blacked out from the alcohol and hallucinogenic drugs, Margo told me later that Sandy sucked my dick, while Warren fucked me in the ass followed by Tommy, who called me a “good girl” as he shot his jizz into my anus. I remember none of that.

Afterward, even as we drove home to the burbs next day, the only thing we said about what happened was that we wouldn’t talk about it. I had been my best friends’ cock slut for just one night and never again.

In the many years since then, I sometimes wonder whether Margo, Sandy, Warren, and Tommy recall the sight, sound, and feel of me performing oral sex on them with such a whorish lack of restraint. I certainly do.

…/…

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Tumultuous Times At St.Thomas Ch. 04

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Chapter 4 – Endings and Beginnings

Manny closed the door of his house behind him, and casually strolled across the front yard to the neighbouring house, a plastic shopping bag tucked under his arm. He rang the doorbell.

“Well, hello there Manny.” Marie, Cath’s mother, answered the door. It had taken a little while for her to get to the door. Marie looked a little out of breath and there was a red flush on her face.

“Sorry,” she said, “I had the vacuum going and at first I thought I was just imagining the doorbell.” Her long dark hair was casually pinned up behind her head. She wore an old faded T-shirt, ripped in a few places and even thinner where it stretched to contain her large breasts, clearly bra-less. She was barefoot, and old, tight jogging pants covered her legs, forming a camel-toe at her crotch.

Manny looked on, waiting for her to say something, but she just looked at him, drinking him in, almost looking through him. Finally he spoke up.

“Um, is Cath in?” he said.

“No, sorry Manny. She’s out. I’m home alone all day.” She emphasized the last sentence, unasked for information.

“Um, I wanted to just give these books back…” he held up the bag.

“Why don’t you bring them inside? My hands are actually a bit dirty, so I can’t take them now.” Marie turned around and walked back into the house, not waiting for a cue from Manny. “I’ll wash up and then get you something to eat. C’mon into the kitchen…”

Manny stood outside the open door for a moment. He looked at Marie walk off, and saw her reach back to her waistband and pull up on the worn cotton, stretching it over the globes of her ass and pulling it up into her crack. He stepped in and closed the door.

It was an overcast day outside so the kitchen, with its dark wood and single window over the sink, was especially dark and cast in shadow. Manny put the bag of books on the small table, and Marie asked him to sit down, which he did. Quietly, he looked at Marie busy herself.

“Would you like some cookies, Manny?”

“Not really…” he muttered, but Marie reached for the bag of cookies. She planted her feet widely and then bent over, trying to keep her knees as straight as possible, her flexing ass aimed right at Manny. She stayed in that pose for a long time before finally drawing up. After she put the cookies in a plate she walked over to Manny with a big grin, her shirt now pulled up so that her middle-aged midriff and belly button were exposed.

“Bon appetit!” she said, and then as soon as she turned away, she gave a little hoot, and bent over to pick up a piece of litter on the floor – but Manny’s eye had darted there, and he knew the floor was spotless. Now Marie’s ass bounced in front of his face as she pretended to pick up some crumbs off the floor. The cotton stretched over her butt, and Manny began to breathe a little harder as he appreciated Marie’s ass – large and weighty, but still muscled and not flabby but fit.

Playing at this a considerable time, Marie gave a last little swing of her ass to Manny’s face, but he pulled away. She muttered, stood up, and walked off.

Manny slowly put a cookie to his mouth, happy to be able to do anything in this odd situation. He watched Marie open the fridge and grab a carton of milk. Turning to him and putting the glass right between her breasts she began to pour.

Missing the target, instead the milk ran over her neck and chest, wetting her breasts so that they showed through the thin material, and dripping down onto the floor in a steady stream. Marie seemed caught up in the feeling, her neck craned upwards and her eyelids fluttered.

“What the FUCK are you doing!?!” Manny shouted, and then leapt over to Marie. He grabbed the carton with one hand and the glass with the other, banging them down on the counter-top. His body pressed Marie’s against the counter, and one of his hands grabbed her throat. “I said, what the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!!”

She drew her large eyes up to him for a moment, and then turned them downward and bit her lip. A faint murmur came from her: “I’m….I’m sorry sir.”

Manny wasn’t pressing down on her throat hard, but it was in inescapable grip. Along with his body pressing against hers, she was at his mercy. Instinctively her hands went behind her back and entwined. Manny saw this and brought his hand back behind her, trapping her two feminine hands in his one large male hand.

“What did you call me?” he asked.

“Sir. I…”

“What the fuck did you think you were trying to do?”

“I…I thought you might liked to be served. And…and serviced, Manny. Sir!”

“And where did you get that idea?”

“Um…” her eyes darted around. Manny noticed her breasts, her nipples sticking out through the material as the milk-sodden material cooled in the air. He bent down and sucked on a nipple, sucking out drops of milk. “Oooooh.” He sucked her other nipple. “Mmmm…Uuuuungh.”

He brought his lips back beside her ear. “That was nice,” he said forcefully. “You’re very nice. But where did you get this ulus escort idea? Waving your ass around in front of my face?”

She didn’t answer, so he pulled away suddenly, and twisted her around. She bent over the counter, hands on the edge.

“Bad bitch,” he said, and slapped her ass. “Bad, bad, teasing bitch,” he watched her ass jiggle from the open-palmed spanking.

He walked back to his chair at the kitchen table. “Beer me,” he said.

“Um…it’s 10 AM…”

His eyes were burning now, fired up by the hardness in his pants, and as he fixed her with his gaze she got the message.

He took a healthy gulp of beer. “Take your top off.”

Marie peeled off her t-shirt, and was left standing there with her pendulous breasts swinging.

“Gimmie a smoke,” Manny said.

“I…I quit,” she stammered.

“When?”

“Six months ago…”

“So gimmie one. Don’t pretend you don’t still have a pack stashed somewhere.”

“We…we don’t smoke inside the house.”

“Take your pants off.” She did so, and stood there naked.

“Now get me a cigarette like I fuckin’ told you.”

Returning from another room, she brought Manny a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Marie stood still beside him, hands positioned to discreetly try to hide some of her nakedness. He lit his cigarette and blew a big puff of smoke into the clean air. There was a radio on the table which he turned on, and found it tuned to public talk radio. He explored the dial until he heard a station playing a phat beat, with the usual rhyming about bitches and whores and tits and ass.

He gestured to the table, “Get up and dance.”

Marie squinted up her face for a moment, but didn’t dispute his command, and climbed onto the table, pushing a few small items that littered it onto the edge. She began an idle swaying and twisting; nothing intense but with a definite seductive rhythm.

“Run your hands up and down yourself, yeah,” he instructed her. “Over your tits. And play with your pussy a bit, yeah.”

Warming up, she got into the spirit, showing herself off to Manny – sometimes swinging her breasts in his direction, sometimes squatting down and shoving her ass in his face, using her fingers to spread her ass or pussy, letting him see her up close.

Having finished the smoke, he turned the music off. “Alright, get down,” he said, and gave her a hand to help. Climbing down, she lay her hands on his body, trying to take off his clothes.

“No!” He batted her arms away. “Get down on the ground. On your back.” She sat her naked ass down on the vinyl flooring and spread out.

Manny kneeled down beside her. “Play with yourself, Marie.”

She began so slowly, running a hand down to her pussy and keeping it there, rubbing around the outside. Her other hand went to her mouth to collect some wetness, which she then spread over her nipple, teasing its hardness.

“Is your pussy hungry?” he asked

“Mmmm,” she purred.

“Why, Marie? What the fuck got into your head?”

“I…I heard you…in your room.”

“What happened?” He knelt closer to her, looking into her eyes and whispering in her ear.

“I was…ungh…I came over one day, I was talking to your Mom…Mmmm…Uh, and she said I should see something…oooo….And she led me up the stairs. And there were sounds coming from your room.” Both hands were on her pussy now, one on the outside, keeping her lips open, and the other plunging its fingers deep.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…And so she brought me up to the top of the stairs…ungh…And I heard fucking, tons and tons of fucking. You’re a dirty fucker.”

Manny brought his head beside hers, though he was facing the other way, and whispered into her ear while his cheek pressed against hers. “Really? And what did you do?”

“Ungh! Your mom and me…we both…we put our hands down our pants…frigged ourselves silly listening to you fuck…fucking animals….”

“Did you touch each other?”

“No…but…but I wanted to…I wish I would’ve touched your mother…ungh…Your mom’s a hot piece of ass…ungh…ungh…ungh….”

“That’s it, cum for me, cum…” Manny whispered to her, feeling her breath quicken and her face heat up.

“UUUUUuuuuuungh!” Marie grunted and screamed, and pressed both her hands into her pussy and kept them there with clenched thighs.

As she came down, Manny drew away. “Don’t you fuckin’ open your eyes until I’m gone. I’ll leave a little present for you.”

Marie followed his command, and heard him putter around for a few moments, and then walk away. The front door closed. Her head clearing, with a few stars in front of her eyes she stood up. The room was a mess, milk on the floor and smoke in the air and the smell of sex somewhere underneath it all.

She noticed something else. One of the dog dishes had been placed on the table. Inside was a white goo.

She pressed a finger in. Manny’s semen was still warm. She brought her head down to the bowl and slurped up every drop.

–

“Manny? yenimahalle escort The principal will see you now. She said walk right in. You know where Mrs. Cole’s office is?”

“Yeah,” Manny said. He’d been waiting in the general reception area for the school offices, and the secretary had just gotten off the phone.

Manny walked down the hallway, turned the knob on Mrs. Cole’s office, and stepped in.

“Hello, Manny. Lock the door please,” Mrs. Cole said. The blinds in the windows to the hallway were already drawn.

“Have a seat, Manny baby,” she said. “You look well. All that pussy’s been good to you.” She gave a devilish grin.

Manny sat in one of the plush chairs and looked at her. She sat behind her desk, her curly black hair came down in tangles. As always, she wore lipstick and eyeliner that gave her a hard-edged look, and dangly gold jewellery hung off her ears and around her neck. She wore a simple white silk blouse, unbuttoned to show the plunge of her cleavage, and a little pinkish flush was on the skin of her face and upper chest.

“Hmmm….I’ve been considering your proposal….hmmm…what you’re wishing for…hmmm” she hummed mysteriously at either ends of her words.

“What I want,” Manny corrected her. “Along with Dorothy, possession of Betty and Cath. And my continued income. And the records to show that we’ve gotten all the credits and graduated, even though we’re not going to stick around for the end of the school year. Graduated with honours.”

“Mmmm….And what’chya gonna do with yourself then…Mmmm,” Mrs. Cole said.

“Gotta figure some things out, do some travel,” Manny said, a serious look passing across his face.

Mrs. Cole gave a wicked grin and beckoned him over with a finger. Manny stood up and walked around her desk and stood beside her.

Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and Manny’s sister Betty was there crouched under the desk, in school uniform, face buried in Mrs. Cole’s pussy.

“You want me to give up a slut like her?” Mrs. Cole said, and brought a hand up to rub Manny’s crotch, where his cock pulsed and grew under her touch. “Do you like how I’ve let my pussy hair grow? It’s a fuckin’ jungle now. But your sister loves it. Don’t you, Betty? You love my skanky-smelling puss!”

Betty looked up, wide eyes fixing Mrs. Cole and then Manny, but then focused back on munching pussy.

Mrs. Cole quickly undid Manny’s pants and pulled his cock out, pushing it into her mouth.

“Aw shit!” Manny growled. “Fuck, you’re my first, and still the best cocksucker I’ve known.”

Mrs. Cole smiled in approval and drew her mouth off his cock. She spit on it. “And you’ve got a lovely cock. I’ll be sad to see it go.” She plunged her mouth down again, making gagging noises as she pushed it to the back of her mouth, pressing the cockhead against the opening to her throat.

The office was quiet except for groaning and sucking. On the floor, Betty ate Mrs. Cole’s pussy feverishly, and Mrs. Cole worked on Manny’s cock with her mouth and hands.

Mrs. Cole began to moan harder and harder around Manny’s cock. “Unnngh…Mmmm…Mmmm…MMMMMMM!!!” She came over Betty’s face, and the feel of Mrs. Cole’s mouth on Manny’s cock as she groaned in ecstasy made him give in and cum as well. A few drips of white cum forced themselves out from between Mrs. Cole’s lips.

Mrs. Cole pulled Betty up by the hair, and threw her face-down on the desk. She pulled up Betty’s school kilt and revealed her naked ass. Mrs. Cole spit the gooey contents of her mouth over Betty’s ass, and then worked the sticky cum around with her fingers, pushing into Betty’s ass and quickly banging three fingers deeper and deeper into her asshole. Betty whimpered obediently.

“You want me to give up an ass like this?” Mrs. Cole asked Manny. “Your sister’s got a fine slut ass. But maybe…maybe we can work something out…We’re testing this new drug…”

–

It was an old and run-down part of the city, where at least half the shop fronts were vacant. They’d parked the car on a side street, and Manny led Marie past vagrants and idle drifters to large solid black doors under a blank marquee. He wore a dark suit and an open-collar shirt, while Marie was dressed casually in jeans and a jacket over a sweater.

“Looks like an old theatre,” she said, as Manny fished around in his pockets.

“It was a nightclub…at least it was before they closed it down.” He got the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, ushering Marie inside into darkness before closing and locking the heavy doors again. It was pitch black until he brought out a small flashlight from another pocket. “But it got closed down because of violence and drugs and gangs and stuff. Belongs to a different gang now, you could say.”

He swept the flashlight around, and Marie noticed the peeling paint on the walls and litter like crumpled paper and crushed beer cans strewn on the floor. The flashlight roamed further and shone a slim beam on the mysteries of a bar, a cavernous room at the end of a hallway, and a stage with mysterious shapes draped in drop-cloths.

“Here’s where we want to go,” Manny said, shining the light on a staircase leading upward. He walked up and Marie followed.

At the top of the staircase was a small dark hallway, where Manny led Marie, hand-in-hand. They passed a number of doors, until Manny pushed one back and strode into a sparse change room. He lit a few candles on the counter by a large mirror.

“There’s a bag on the chair with what I want you to change into,” he said. “I need to make sure everything’s ready. I’ll be right back.”

“What…” she began to ask, but he had already disappeared into the dark.

When Manny came back, he looked at Marie putting on the last touches of makeup – she was totally transformed.

Red high-heels contained her feet, her legs encased in fine red stockings held up by a lacy garter. Over this Marie wore lacy red panties. The only item of clothing she wore on her top was a see-through negligee vest, lined with red fur, which flowed around her naked breasts. A strand of hair fell over an eye, giving her a sultry look as she peeked out form beneath.

Manny’s body reacted immediately to the sexy sight and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock, stroking it as he walked up to Marie. Without preliminaries, he pushed her back up against a wall and reached down to pull her panties aside.

“Ooooh…” she gasped as he fingered her completely shaven pussy. After a few short probes with his fingers, Manny pushed his cock in.

“Mmmm, yeah, fuck!” He groaned as they executed a graceless quick fuck against a wall. Manny lifted up one of Marie’s legs at the knee and held it up against his waist, giving him better access to bang her against the wall.

Manny grunted as he came in Marie. Finishing his orgasm, he withdrew and crouched down.

“OooooMmmm…” Marie sighed as Manny ate her cum-filled pussy, sucking out the mixed hot juices. He wiped his mouth and pulled her panties back over her pussy.

“Here,” he said, handing her a lantern. “Turn left and head down the hallway to the end.”

“But-”

“No questions. Please.” He kissed her cheek, and gave her a push on the butt.

Marie walked down the dark hallway, lantern in hand, cool air playing over her bare skin. Things appeared to move in the dark corners, and obscene graffiti was scrawled on the walls.

She came to several semi-transparent curtains hanging in her path. Pushing these aside and forging on, she found herself in a room, and as one everyone turned in her direction.

It was a dark room, with candles and lanterns along the edges providing the only light. The red unblinking lights of cameras lurked in dark corners. In the centre of the room three couches were arranged in a U-shape, with several old mattresses covering the floor in the middle.

On the couches sat men: naked, stroking their cocks, and looking at Marie.

She put down the lantern and walked toward them. She saw they were all impressively built; weightlifters or some other kind of athletes. All in their mid-twenties as well. And their dilated eyes gave off a greenish glow.

She stood in the middle and faced one couch, running her hands over her breasts and stomach. Three men sat here: a blonde with short hair, a brown-skinned man with stubble, and a man with dirty-blonde hair down to his shoulders.

“Boys, boys, boys…” she whispered. “You like this? You like me?” They didn’t say anything, but increased the rhythm of their cock-stroking.

She turned to face another group. Here there was a black man with a shaved head, a brown-haired man, and another black man with an afro. After giving them a little tease of her body, Marie leaned over and took their free hands and put them on the chests of others, encouraging them to play with each other’s nipples. She giggled.

The last couch had two white guys with dark hair, and a brown-skinned man whose head was shaved.

“Play with each other’s cocks,” Marie told them, and then urged them on by placing their hands on their neighbour’s cocks. They seemed a bit uncomfortable, but stroked each other’s cocks as they watched Marie stand in front of them, doing a little sway to the music in her head.

“Oooh!” Marie was surprised when one of the men came up behind her, and began to kiss her neck. She turned and gave him a full-mouthed kiss. Soon all the men were off the couches, and surrounded her.

She exchanged kisses with one after the other, and sometimes the tongues of two men would battle in her mouth at the same time. Slowly sinking down, she kissed mouths, then necks, then chests, until she was on her knees, surrounded by a forest of hard cock.

As she began taking the men into her mouth, she felt someone slip under her, rip away her panties, and begin eating her pussy. But at the moment she concentrated on cock; sucking one, while having another in each hand, and jumping as the guys that weren’t being served at the moment would rub their cocks over her face or breasts.

Pushed onto her side, two tongues now played in and around her pussy, while another lapped at her ass. Cocks came at her face, sometimes the twitching, engorged cockheads forced themselves into her mouth two at a time.

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Tristie Ch. 01

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It’s 1:45am, and my alarm just went off. I still feel the effect of the half bottle of whiskey I drank before going to bed a few hours ago, and it takes a couple of minutes before the world stops spinning and I’m able to get up. The girls should be here soon, they usually arrive around 2am, after their work is over for the night. During the week-end, they work non-stop from Friday 9pm to Monday morning 1:30am, but this is a week day, so they will be coming. I go down to the kitchen, start a fire in the fireplace and start re-heating the food they have prepared earlier, so everything will be nice and warm for when they come in.

At 2:05am, the minivan drops them in front of the house, and they rush in. It’s very cold outside, a freezing January night, and there is a lot of wind, so it must feel like it is -15 degrees. They are dressed for their jobs, miniskirts, high heels, tank tops, and despite wearing stockings they are all very cold, so they welcome the heat in the house. They hug me and kiss me on the cheeks and each one grabs a cup of hot tea as they gather around the fireplace. There are 5 of them, one more than usual, so I ask who the new one is. The girls tell me she’s Tristie, and she doesn’t have a place to stay for the night because her roommate has taken their room with two clients for the whole night, so they brought her along. They ask if I mind, they say that she’s aware of how our little arrangement goes, so I’m ok with it.

I sit with them while the first one goes to the shower. They talk a bit in Romanian and German between themselves, and I catch a few sentences here. They might be prostitutes, but once work ends, they’re just your typical girls. They tell me about their night, how many clients they had and all that. They ask if I am going to leave the blinking light cords they have installed everywhere throughout the house, and I tell them that I will. A few days ago, I told them that I was going to have to move because the owner wanted to move back in the house. So they installed all those lights that I had bought for previous Christmases, to “make the house look pretty so it won’t be sad” that I leave.

We start eating and one by one they take their showers, so that by the end of the meal, everyone’s feeling warm and clean, they’re all wearing sweat pants and sweat shirts, and pink, fluffy slippers. During the meal, we’ve drunk a whole bottle of Vodka, and everyone is feeling good.

We move up the first floor where the bedrooms are and they accompany me into mine. It’s already been more than two weeks, so by now the four usual girls know the routine pretty well; they know what I like and how I like it. At first Tristie is only watching from the side to see how things are going, but then she gets the rhythm and joins the party.

Flower enters the room first and she grabs the box of matches from the TV stand next to the door and starts lighting the candles. There are about twenty of them spread around the room, which provide a warmth that we will all welcome once we’re naked. But we aren’t there yet. These girls are amazing. They have spent the night fucking clients in their cars, in alleys on the frozen ground or in their rooms at the salon, and now they have to go at it once more with me, and yet they take the time to seduce me. Krissie walks on the bed and starts dancing while we all watch her. She knows there are no drapes on the windows and anyone could see the shadows from the street. I have no neighbors on the other side of the street, as it’s only my garden there, but I’m pretty sure the old widowed guy higher up on the streets has a direct view to my bedroom and is probably enjoying the show as well. Good for him.

Up on the bed, the show is getting more intense. Krissie has such a perfect body, and she knows it, and more importantly, she knows how to use it. Her feet remain firmly in place while she starts rolling her hips to the velvety music that Camelia has put on the stereo. Her movements are barely noticeable at first, but they keep getting wider and wider, now it’s not just the hips that are swaying but her whole upper body is following, her legs turning with them, her knees being and straightening to the rhythm. She puts her hands on her knees and with each sway takes them higher, climbing along her thighs, following the curves of her body, she reaches her shirt and starts lifting it slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly, because she knows how crazy her tits will make me. And just when these beauties are about to be revealed, she lets the shirt drop back in place, grabs her own boobs and presses them together through the fabric. She turns around and I can see the perfectness of her ass being shaken at me. Her hands have reached her hair, where she unties them and lets her jungle of long black hair tumble down to her shoulders. She’s just incredible. Even the other girls are looking at her, mesmerized. It’s not the first time I see it, hell, I’ve been seeing that show five night a week for the previous two weeks, but I never get tired of it. Knowing what’s about to sıhhiye escort follow, my cock is rising at half-mast. But Maria keeps a vigilante hand on it, and gives me a hard squeeze so that it goes down again, making sure that I will not get prematurely excited, and that I’ll be around and aroused until they’ve all had their chance to show me their talent.

Krissie turns again and smiles as she sees Maria’s hand perform its duty. Still dancing with herself, she manages to remove her slippers and gently throws them my way. I know all her clothes are going to follow and I will soon be basking in the presence of that body again. The second song comes on and the rhythm changes. Sade’s Smooth operator in our ears, we watch as she puts her thumbs inside her pants and starts lowering them. Centimeter by centimeter, her flesh is revealed. Tonight again, she is not wearing panties, and as the pants go down, there is no trace of hair anywhere. It takes the whole song for her to completely remove them, and the ambiance in our crowd is getting electric. Flower kisses me with her full mouth and tongue and I can feel her breasts pressed against me arm. Tristie also moves closer and gets behind me, her hands on my waist.

As the third song start, a new, more energetic rhythm is infused into the dance. Def Leppard’s Pour some sugar on me, my favorite stripping song, gets Krissie jumping up and down, a hand between her legs – I can see at least one finger moving – while the other is twisting a nipple under her shirt. Her hips still swaying, she brings the first hand to her mouth and sucks on a finger while looking me straight in the eyes. She then lets it join the other hand under the shirt and grab the other nipple. As the song is almost finished, she manages to remove the shirt in one swift move. I never understood how she could do that exactly, but the effect is always amazing. She now stands completely exposed on my bed, hands on her breasts, cupping them just the way I want to hold them. Behind me I feel Triste’s breast against my back as her hands both move down to grab my dick. Krissie gets off the bed and comes at me for a kiss.

As our lips touch, I grab her ass in my hands and pull her tight against me, and this squeezes Trisite’s hands on my cock even more, so she gets a stronger hold on it. I let go of Krissie’s lips and start kissing her cheek, moving towards her ear. I nibble on it a little and then move down her neck to her shoulder.

Maria and Camelia have taken their tops off and they are now standing on the bed, mimicking Krissie and I. They know that a women with pants on and her breasts exposed is one of the most erotic views for me. My mouth reaches Krissie’s breasts and as I take the nipple between my lips and press them together I feel her react and her light moan is echoed by Maria’s on the bed. She caresses Camelia’s head as she is taking care of her tits, and Krissie does that same to me. The warmth of the boobs and their firmness are having their effect on my cock once more, but Tristie’s grip is strong enough that I can’t grow. The feeling of the blood being trapped and the muscles trying to get erected is delightfully painful, and quite a novel sensation in our game. It seems that this night will be different, and the anticipation is killing me. Concentrating on the present again, I move from one magnificent tit to the other, always keeping contact through either lips or tongue. I know she likes it when I kiss her under-boobs and this time again, when I move a hand between her legs, I can feel her wetness. She also knows what’s coming next and is enjoying it in advance.

Still paralleling us, Camelia knees down in front of Maria, who has removed her pants. Tristie is now kneeling behind me, I can still feel the pressure of her breasts pressed against my back. My hands on Krissie’s ass-cheeks, I pull her towards me, and I can hear two new moans as both Camelia and I dart our tongues out to get a taste of the pussies now in front of us. I feel Tristie’s hands moving, she releases my dick for a few seconds, just enough time for her to move her hands into my pants and grab it again. But those seconds were enough for all the blood to flow into it, the sweet release of finally having an erection taking me over as my lips catch Krissie’s clitoris tightly and pull softly on it. I spread her cheeks and my thumbs find their way inside of her while I take as much of her as I can in my mouth, my tongue playing on her soft skin, circling around her button. She’s extremely wet, and she knows I love to drink her love juice as much as she likes receiving mine on her lower back.

Tristie is still holding my shaft, with both hands end-to-end and she starts moving them in opposite directions, and at the same time changing the tightness of her grip. I feel like I’ve never felt before, it’s like my dick has been inserted between the gears of a machine, one that would rub my knob with its thumb… My god this girl knows how to handle a dick. She knows tandoğan escort exactly when to release the pressure, when to reapply, what to touch and how to touch it, what to press and what to rub. The movement of her hands starts to become harsher, and one hand is slapping my balls hard with each downward pull on the skin. How can she know how much I like that? Or maybe all guys do like it… Unexpectedly, a real total surprise even to me, I come in my pants for the first time of the night. The shock pushes me deeper against Krissie and now my tongue is in with my thumbs. I let out a muffled cry when Triste keeps rubbing my cock, because she knows how it hurts when she touches the knob, and I can see that she gets pleasure from the subtle pain she’s inflicting me.

The girls clap as the first of the five orgasms they owe me for the night has been reached.

Still holding my penis in her hands, Tristie leads me to the ground where I lay down and the other girls stand around me. Raising one hand to her mouth, she sucks her own finger, covered with my cum, and says “Hmmm, I love your taste. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Here, have some.” And she proceeds to kiss me upside down, forcing some of my own juice into my mouth with her tongue, on which I suck greedily. She then makes a sign with her head to the others and they all come at me, removing my clothes and holding me down on the carpet. Maria sits on my right hand, and even though I can barely move my arm, I can still let my fingers play in her cunt. Flower goes to sit on the other hand and gets the same treatment. Camelia and Krissie each sit on one of my legs, and I’m pinned, unable to move, unwilling to move, by these four beautiful girls, all of them completely nude by now. The smell of sex is starting to mix with the candles’ sweet perfumes as the room is getting warmer. I can feel Camelia’s wetness dripping around my leg, where she’s sitting. Both my hands are also in marvelously wet places. As I look up, I see Tristie still kneeling close to my head, and she has taken off her sweat shirt. Her tits are huge and look a bit fake, but I can’t stop staring. She slowly presses them against my face, burying me in them. I can barely breathe but the feeling is wonderful and I really wouldn’t mind dying like that. She gets up and moves to my right, kneels again and take my sperm-glazed dick in her mouth, proceeding to suck it clean and licking the whole length of it. Once she’s done, she takes one of my balls in her mouth, and bites gently into it, just enough to make me scream, and quickly wraps it with her lips and pulls it away from me. She’s a master torturer, and as she looks me in the eyes, she lets it go and tells me, “the girls have told me how much you like to be dominated and how much it excites you when you’re inflicted a little pain. You’re going to love this.” She reaches for the sleeping mask on the night stand next to us and places it over my eyes. I am now blindfolded, naked, pinned to the four by four nude beauties, at the mercy of a girl I’ve never met before who’s apparently bent on making me feel things I’ve never felt before. The simple realization gets my cock back to full attention. Trisite notices and comments on it pleasantly, before gently slapping it a couple of times. I’m in paradise, half-way through pleasure and pain.

I hear her walk away, and after she tells something in Romanian, the four other girls take turn from their position rubbing their tits on me while coming towards my face to kiss me and then going back, the legs not moving and still keeping me in place. I feel hands on my cock, and boobs all over my body, lips forcing themselves onto mine, mouth-raped by these angels in disguise.

From the sound I can tell that Trisite has taken her pants off and is probably now as naked as we all are. I also hear the girls laughing and wonder what’s going to happen next. They keep me like this for what seems like an eternity but must not have been more than 2 minutes.

I then feel a foot coming in contact with my balls. Wringling toes are playing with my ball sack and then a whole foot is pressing my dick against my body. As I still feel the other girls on my members, I can only assumes that it is Trisite playing with my foot fetish. She digs her heel between my balls and I cry out from the surprise. She then instructs the girls to give little slaps to my dick and they do. It’s an amazing feeling, not knowing where the next hit will come from, or how strong or gentle it will be. If I could get my hand on it, I would probably make myself come in less than a second. And it feels like it has never been this hard.

Just by my ear, I suddenly hear Tristie’s voice. “Here’s something you will definitely enjoy.” And at the same time, an icy sensation materializes itself around my nipples. She’s rubbing ice cubes on them. My body tries to move away, independent of my control, but I am held firmly in place. The girls are still playfully slapping my cock and my tunalı escort balls, and the mix of sensations is agonizing.

“You look a bit cold, let’s see if we can give you a bit of heat.” I feel what’s left of the ice cubes being dropped in my navel, where they melt away, the icy water remaining prisoner and all of a sudden a burst of heat erupts on my chest. That she-devil is pouring wax from the candles on the places she has iced before. The effect is diabolical, as the iced regions have become desensitized (but are quickly coming back online) and when the wax rolls down and reaches fully sensitive places it burns as if I was pierced, a white flash of pain quickly replaced by a general sensation of well-being as I feel the wax drooling on my body. The two girls on my arms are also pouring on my chest and navel, while the two on my legs quickly grab my dick and balls with their mouths. Tristie is alternating ice and wax on my nipples. There are no words that can truly describe what I’m feeling right now.

But the most immediate effect is that I erupt in another ejaculation just as a mouth engulfs the purple, aching, extended head of my cock, and I’m jerking around as if I was convulsing from a seizure. Unbelievably, I become even harder as whoever it is keeps sucking on my cock, their tongue circling the highly sensitive slit. All five girls get up, but they keep pinning me to the floor with their feet.

“You’ve received pleasure twice already, boy, now it’s your turn to give.” Still blindfolded, lying on the carpet, with four girls each having a foot on one of my limbs, I don’t know what to expect. The girls know I like to lick them and suck on them but with this new one in charge, things are bound to be different. And indeed they are. I feel something warm on my lips, trying to enter my mouth. “Show me how good you can suck on this,” she says, as she forces her big toe in me, to my extreme delight. As I start sucking it in and letting my tongue play around it, I feel her shudder. “Oh yes, you know what you are doing, you little devil”. And as I keep working on it, she forces all five of her toes in my mouth, extending my lips to their maximum. I then feel cold liquid enter and have to swallow it to not choke. She’s pouring a thin stream of vodka on her leg and letting it drip all the way to the end of her foot. The freezing booze still manages to burn my throat as it goes down. After she stops, she jiggles her foot around, making my head move from side to side. She then takes it out and gives me the other foot to suck on, which I wholeheartedly start doing. She then trades places with another girl, and one by one, the all place their toes in my mouth and I suck on all of them. “That was a nice start, little boy. Let’s see what else you can do.” As she says so, I feel once again a foot pressing on my cock, which is still rock hard from all the exciting action that’s been going on.

It doesn’t take long for my face to be covered by the warmth of one of the girls, squatting over me and lowering herself until her blood-engorged lips against brush mine. I tentatively let my tongue slip out and start licking, my nose filled by the wonderful smell of the girl above. “Come on, you can do better than that,” Tristie tells me, and she kicks me lightly in the ball. The unexpected kick makes me jump, and my face buries itself in the heavenly place hovering above it. The girl now presses my head back to the floor and sits on me, my nose engulfed in her pussy, smothering me with her womanhood. I hear a sound from the bed and can only guess that Tristie has now sat down on it, as I can feel both of her feet on the sides on my cock, rubbing it lightly, each foot moving in the opposite direction of the other. Now and then she will kick the shaft or my balls, or press more or less strongly, always keeping me guessing what the next contact will be, rubbing, kicking, massaging, heel-digging. The girl sitting on my face now has both her hands on my chest, using them to hold me down and to maintain herself while she grinds herself on me, as I am trying to nibble at her lips and entering her with my tongue. After a few minutes, I can feel her come and collapse on me. She gets up and kisses me, and from the “thank you” she utters, I can tell it was Flower. She was always quick to come whenever I would take care of her.

Another kick in my balls, a bit harder this time. I suppress a yelp of pain as Tristie tells me, “You don’t need to be thanked. You need to be thankful we let you pleasure us, boy.” Before I can say anything, I feel a new girl taking position above my face, and I dive into her as the only thing I like more than going on a woman is a woman forcing herself on my face. A second pair of feet joins Tristie’s playing with my dick, probably Flower’s. With four feet now alternatively kicking and rubbing me, it doesn’t take too long for me to come again, at about that same time as the second girl floods my face with her juices. My balls are kicked again, and Tristie says “Well, well, well, the girls were right, you really like to eat pussy. And you don’t seem half bad at it, either. But no one told you that you could come again. And especially not on our feet… Look at this mess. Someone’s gonna have to clean that up.” As she says so, she shoves her foot into my mouth again and I can taste my sperm on it. “Lick it clean, boy. It’s all yours, after all.”

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I woke with the realization that even a night’s sleep didn’t cure the ugly feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. Dick and I had shared an incredible physical experience. Sex with him was spectacular. But I’d allowed him to become attached to me emotionally. I didn’t recognize the fact that since his wife left him he was missing the emotionally attachment of a woman. I wasn’t ready to fulfill that need for any man and somehow I knew I’d pay dearly for not recognizing that fact.

It had been almost a week since I began this transformation. I’d gone from being a mundane wallflower to a sexual wild cat in six short days. I’d preformed sex acts that previously I’d only written or fantasized about. My lustful cravings to experience all those fantasies had blinded me to the simple fact that my lovers had feelings of their own. Feelings I should have respected and considered before I drew them into my own passionate spiders web. I have to think long and hard about the dangerous path my cravings were leading me toward.

Just as I was about to leave for my 8 AM class my phone rang. I didn’t answer it but after the message played the caller said.

“Hi Gen, it’s Dick. I didn’t sleep very well last night baby. I’m calling to apologize for being such an ass when I dropped you off last night. I let my emotions get the better of me and took my disappointment out on you. I hope you will forgive me Gen? Call me when you get this message please.”

His voice sounded sincere, but at the same time very sad. I thought about calling him back immediately but decided against it wanting time to think about how I’d explain to him that I just couldn’t let myself become attached to any man right now.

The day passed rather slowly. In my mind I replayed the events of the past six days over and over. Those thoughts excited me for their pure animalistic lust, and at the same time disgusted me because I’d been unable to control my cravings to experience every possible sexual experience I could. I came to the realization that if I didn’t find a way to control those cravings they would eat me alive.

I hid in my office until five o’clock and then made my way across campus to the safety of my flat. Closing the door and turning the dead bolt to my flat I turned and noticed my answering machine blinking. I had two new messages. Pressing the play button I listened to a second message from Dick.

He said, “Genevieve this is Dick again, I was going to stop by your office this morning but decided not to. We need to talk, please call me when you get the message.” His voice didn’t sound as sad as it had earlier that morning. He obviously wasn’t going to give up trying to contact me and I knew that sooner or later I’d have to deal with him.

I pressed the delete button and waited for the second message to play. A woman’s voice began, “Hi Gen this is Marsha. I hope you remember me. I just wanted to let you know that I spoke with Pete about you. He and I are anxious to get together with you for drinks. Give me a call when you get the message my cell number is 464-378-5591. We hope to hear from you soon sweetie.”

I replayed the message writing Marsha’s cell number on my memo pad. I’d call her a little later after I had something light to eat. As I cut a leftover boneless breast of chicken into thin strips to add to my salad my phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Marsha’s cell. I answered the call.

“Hello Marsha” I said.

“Hi Gen did you get my message from earlier?” She asked.

“I sure did Marsha, and I was going to give you a call in a little while.” I replied.

“Well sweetie my husband is out of town tonight and tomorrow, and I’m getting together with Pete. We were wondering if you’d like to meet later tonight for a couple drinks.” Marsha asked.

“I had no plans for tonight Marsha. I really enjoyed the time we spent together while you helped me with my wardrobe. I’d love to have a few drinks with you and Pete tonight.” I said.

“Great Gen, do you know where the Ramada Inn is on Simonton Boulevard?” Marsha asked.

“Yes I do. Is there a lounge there?” I replied.

“They have a small piano bar but no one ever goes there. It’s a perfect place to meet discreetly.” Marsha said.

“Great Marsha, what time?” I asked.

“How about 8:00 sweetie?” She suggested.

“That’s good. I’ll have enough time to shower and get dressed for the occasion.” I said with a hint of sexiness in my voice.

“Make sure you wear what we picked out under your clothes Genevieve. I told Pete how sexy you looked and he can’t wait to see for himself.” She said.

“Okay Marsha. See you at 8:00 hun.” I said.

Marsha made the assumption that just because I had agreed to meet them for drinks that I’d be showing off my lingerie to her discreet lover. While I was excited about the possibility of living out my fantasy of a 3some, I wasn’t sure I could actually go through with a bi-sexual experience.

I finished eating my chicken salad and marked a few papers before heading for my bedroom. I lay out a fresh pair ofise gelen escort of black seamed stockings, and my black lace garter and bra set. Marsha had helped me pick out a very slinky black dress with a high neckline and very short almost sleeveless sleeves. It was the shortest of all the dresses I’d tried that night the hem stopping a full four or five inches above my knees. I recall that when we did the seated leg crossed test not only did the hem of my stockings show but an inch or so of creamy white skin above the stockings showed also. The four inch stilettos would finish off the outfit perfectly. With my clothing picked out I headed for the shower.

Surveying my naked body in the mirror as I prepared to shower I noticed a light outline of pubic hair beginning to show. I’d have to shave and trim my narrow line of black hair while I showered. Adjusting the water temperature so it was a degree or two cooler then steaming I stepped into the shower with all my hair care products and my razor.

The warm water cascaded over my body relaxing my muscles and making me feel very sensuous. I followed my normal routine of shampooing my hair and applying conditioner so it could soak for a few minutes. Turning my attention to my pubic hair I lathered myself and began shaving around my narrow black landing strip of hair. As I rinsed the shaving cream off and checked the results with my shower mirror I noticed that I’d shaved too far in from one side. My landing strip looked off center from the tight little slit just below. I giggled and thought, “A pilot might miss his target with such a skewed landing strip.” A couple minutes later I was completely shaved. The feeling of being totally bare excited me. I should have gone that way from the start. Some sexy strawberry body gel and a through rinse of my hair and I was ready to step out of my shower.

It takes several large towels to get my long tresses dry to a point that I can finish up fairly quickly with my hair dryer. But the pros far outweigh the cons when it comes to having waist length hair. I brushed my hair long and straight as my blow dryer completed the drying process. My hair cascaded down my back to my waist. Finishing up in the bathroom I hung up the wet towels and before turning the light off I surveyed myself in the mirror. My clean-shaven pussy looked very inviting, extremely edible. I wondered to myself if Marsha’s pussy was completely bare also. Perhaps I’d have a chance to find out later that night.

Moving back to my bedroom I slid the lace garter up my long shapely legs letting it settle in comfortably at the top of my hips. Carefully gathering one silk stocking in my hands I slipped my foot into it and smoothed it up over my leg making sure the seam was straight and ran up the middle of the back of my calf and thigh. The other stocking followed and I let my delicate fingers linger on my inner thighs after I’d smoothed both silk stockings over my legs. I loved the feeling of having such sexy fabric on my skin. I had become quite the hedonist, devoting my recent life to the pursuit of pleasure and self-gratification. I loved the pursuit, I loved the results of my pursuit and tonight I would perhaps reach another sexual goal that I’d set for myself.

I carefully adjusted the thin straps of my garter and clasped them to the top hem of my stockings. Wanting to see how I’d look when disrobed to this point I slipped my feet into the stilettos and stood up. I strolled toward the full-length mirror mounted on the inside of my closet door and did a pirouette to gaze at my reflection from behind. The long black tresses reached the thin fabric of my lace garter. From there my naked creamy white ass was framed perfectly by the two thin straps that held my stockings in place. The dark seams ran incredibly straight down the middle of my legs to the heel of my stilettos. I smiled knowing that image would elicit a throbbing erection from almost any man who viewed it. Turning to face the mirror my gaze was instantly drawn to the now clean-shaven pubic mound just below the wider lacy fabric of my garter. I wondered if I’d see Marsha’s sexy eyes looking up at me from between my soft thighs later. I wondered if I see Peter’s stiff cock entering me later. I slid my hands up to cup my breasts tweaking the nipples to erection with my fingers.

With every passing moment I was becoming more and more aroused at the thought of what may lie ahead this evening. I slid my black satin thong over my stockings and covered my naked smooth pubic mound. I thought for a moment about not wearing the matching lace bra, but decided the image of my lace-covered tits would possibly heighten both Marsha and Peter’s passion should I choose to slip out of my slinky black dress later that evening. My nipples still pierced at the fabric and I was certain they would also show through the material of my dress. I moved to my makeup table and sat down in front of the well-lit mirror. Darker than usual eye shadow brought my shimmering green eyes to the forefront, I’d be otele gelen escort dressed completely in black and decided a splash of red would set off the entire ensemble. I applied what was quickly becoming my favorite lip color, a deep red shade that made my lips look very sensual.

A misting of perfume on each side of my neck and between my breasts completed my preparations with the exception of that incredible short slinky black dress. Holding it in front of me I carefully placed my stilettos through the dress not wanting catch a heel on the fabric. I glided the dress up my body and slid one arm then the other into the short sleeves. Tossing my hair around in front I reached behind and pulled the zipper tab up bringing the high neckline tight around my sexy sweet smelling neck. A wiggle or two of my hips and the dress slid perfectly down over my hips coming to rest just below the darker hem of my stockings.

Gazing at myself in the mirror I was happy with the image that reflected back at me. I looked stunning. Sexy, sensual, and very appealing, at least I hoped I would to the couple I was about to meet.

I’d carry a small black clutch bag containing my makeup, cell phone, license and a few dollars. It was twenty of eight. I’d taken longer then I should to prepare for my date and knew I’d be a few minutes late arriving at the Ramada.

As I drove across town toward my destination I started having vivid images of what possibly could happen later. I was becoming very aroused at the idea of experiencing yet another new and different cock, but also the bi-sexual pleasures of having another woman to pleasure me and to please. I wondered if I’d enjoy watching another woman take a man’s cock deep in her throat as much as I enjoyed having a cock stuffed in my own throat. I wondered if having Marsha pleasure me orally while I sucked her lover’s cock would please her as much as the thought of it was pleasing me. After all Marsha had told me that she and Peter were looking for another woman to join them in a ménage à trios so perhaps tonight would be a sexual experiment for all of us. The answers to all my questions would soon be revealed as I guided my Volvo into the Ramada parking lot a little after eight.

I parked as close to the entrance as possible knowing it would be cooler later in the evening. A few steps and I pulled the large glass door open and walked into the lobby. The Hindu looking man behind the check in counter smiled widely at me as I strolled toward the middle of the lobby.

“Can I help you Miss?” He said with a strong Indian accent.

“Yes please, can you direct me to the lounge?” I replied.

Oh yes Miss, it’s down the hall to the left.” He replied pointing to the hall just beyond his workstation.

I walked to the corner and looked down the hall. A small lighted sign above double doors marked the entrance to B. Joel’s Piano Bar an obvious attempt to in some way connect Billy Joel, the ultimate piano man, to this little place.

I opened the door and stepped inside enough to let the door close behind me and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the lounge. It didn’t appear there was anyone beside the bartender in the place. As I walked toward the bar I heard a familiar female voice.

“Gen sweetie, over here.” Marsha said waving at me from the far corner of the room.

I was relieved to hear her voice. I didn’t want to sit and make idle conversation with the bartender waiting for Marsha and her lover to arrive. As I strolled toward her she smiled widely at me. The man seated across the small candle lit table didn’t turn. Once I made my way to their table Marsha stood and gave me a gently hug. Her lover looked at me and smiled.

“Gen I’d like you to meet Peter. Peter this is Genevieve.” Marsha said introducing us to one another. Peter stood and extended his hand shaking mine as he said, “It’s my pleasure Genevieve.”

“Likewise Peter.” I replied.

“Have a seat Genevieve.” Peter offered.

“Thank you.” I replied as he helped me by sliding my chair toward the table slightly as I sat.

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked.

“That would be wonderful. I’ll have a white wine please.” I responded.

As Peter walked toward the bar I turned to Marsha. She looked very sexy. Her short blonde hair was teased forward framing her face. Her blue eyes sparkled and the light shade of pink lip-gloss she wore shimmered in the soft candlelight. She wore a tight red sweater with a vee line neck that dipped seductively exposing very succulent cleavage. Her pencil skirt fit very tightly around her hips and thighs and did nothing to hide her own garter straps and silk stockings. She looked like a seductress, and I expected she would act like one too.

Before Peter returned Marsha reached over and touched my arm.

“Peter is a little nervous about this Gen. So I’m going to take the lead in our conversation, okay.” She said.

“Sure Marsha, I’ll try to make him feel comfortable if I can.” sincan escort I replied feeling somewhat nervous myself.

Marsha smiled at me and said, “This is going to be so much fun Gen.”

I nodded my agreement. It seemed already that Marsha was the one who was more interested in a ménage à trios’.

Peter returned with my wine and I thanked him with a soft kiss on the cheek.

He smiled and said, “That’s a lovely perfume you’re wearing Genevieve.”

“Why thank you Peter.” I said. “Its called Passions Eve.” I added.

“Peter works for a publishing house in Boston Genevieve. I told him about the stories you write.” Marsha said.

I’d forgotten that while Marsha and I were picking out the additions to my wardrobe I’d mentioned that I am an amateur writer.

“Yes, tell me what you write about Genevieve?” Peter asked.

I grinned sheepishly at him and said, “I dabble in erotica Peter. Mostly I only write for my own enjoyment, but I have posted a few stories on the internet.” “That’s interesting Genevieve, I’d love to read some of your work sometime.” He offered

“Speaking of erotica haven’t you written about a ménage à trios’?” Marsha asked.

“Actually I have Marsha, a ménage à trios’ involving two women and a man.” I offered.

“Well isn’t that a coincidence.” She replied.

Marsha was leading our conversation and I was following closely behind, both of us trying to make Peter more comfortable with the idea.

“I’ve fantasized about it but never acted on my fantasy. Have either of you ever been involved in a ménage à trios’?” I asked.

Peter was the first to admit that it would be something new to him, and then Marsha added that she to has fantasized about both a female male female and a male female male ménage à trios’.

“So we’d all be new to the experience.” I said.

“That’s right Gen and the idea excites the hell out of me.” Marsha said.

“What about you Peter?” I asked.

He grinned and said, “I’m game. I just hope I can keep up with you two and survive the night.”

Marsha and I both laughed out loud at his remark.

I changed the subject a little asking Peter, “Marsha tells me that you’re somewhat of a connoisseur of ladies lingerie.”

He smiled widely and replied. “I am a cognoscente of the sexier things ladies can wear yes. I understand Marsha recently helped show you the advantages of wearing fine lingerie.” Peter added.

“Yes she has.” I replied while crossing my legs toward Peter and letting my hemline slide above the top of my silk stocking. “I’ve also found that the higher the heel the finer looking the leg.” I added stretching my leg out until the tip of my stiletto touched his leg.

Seeing that I’d begun flirting with her lover Marsha excused herself to use the ladies room.

“Hurry back baby.” Peter said as Marsha stood to use the ladies room.

He and I both watched Marsha stroll across the room. Her tight pencil skirt revealed every delectable curve of her hips and thighs. The dark seams of her stockings perfectly straight along the back of her shapely legs. Marsha has incredible legs, and the short tight skirt did its job in showing off those legs not to mention what her own stiletto heels did for their shape.

Peter shook his head as he watched her stroll toward the ladies room. “She’s got such an incredible body don’t you agree Genevieve?” He said.

I looked him straight in the eye and said, “She’s got a body built to be fucked Peter.”

I suppose my use of a four letter word surprised him because even in the dim candlelight I detected a blush on his cheeks.

Peter slid his hand over toward me and smiled. “You know Genevieve, Marsha had described you to me. I have to tell you her description came nowhere near how incredibly sexy you look.

I placed my hand over his and stared wide-eyed into his eyes, “Thank you Peter, I hope you think that when I strip for you later.”

He smiled and said, “Take it from a life long voyeur, I’ll enjoy that immensely Gen.”

“Tell me something Peter,” I asked. “What do you expect to enjoy most about this ménage à trios’?”

Peter hesitated for a moment contemplating my question.

He smiled before he responded, “I’m sure having two women suck my cock at the same time will be right at the top of that list baby.”

“But a close second will be fucking you doggie style while Marsha eats you.” He added quickly.

“Hmmmmmmm…. That sounds spectacular Peter.” I said.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Marsha coming back from the ladies room. She looked even sexier walking toward us. Her ample tits bounced seductively as she walked, one sexy stiletto in front of the other. Her skirt limited the length of her footsteps and she stretched the fabric to its limit with her thighs as she walked.

She paused when she reached Peter, bent down and whispered something in his ear causing him to smile widely as she spoke. Her lips barely touched his ear as she whispered to him and remained that close as she moved her lips to his mouth to kiss him very deeply. Watching her kiss him sent a twinge of excitement through my body. That excitement was intensified when she broke her kiss with Peter and instead of straightening up she just turned to me and kissed me as deeply as she had Peter. Marsha’s lips were soft and tender, and she smelled and tasted incredible.

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Tommy Awakens Ch. 12-15

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Chapter Twelve — Ralph and Friends

Sarah hung up the phone after talking to the manager at Taco Bell. “Steph works today from 3 to 11,” she said.

“Well, let’s go over there about 6 and surprise her,” I responded. We had already discussed bringing Steph keys to the house and the Mustang if she really showed up to work for a week.

A few hours later we drove two cars, mine and the Mustang to Taco Bell. We asked the manager to let us speak with Stephanie for just a few seconds. She stuck her head out from the kitchen, clearly surprised to see us. Sarah handed her a key chain as I pointed to the Mustang clearly visible in the parking lot. “Her you go sweetie, we’ll see you when you get home later tonight,” said Sarah.

I think I saw tears in Stephanie’s eyes as we turned to walk out the door.

For the first time in weeks, Sarah was joking and giggling when she got in my car. She made a grab for my crotch. “Not while I am driving,” I said smiling.

“Hey, let’s stop at Clancy’s — maybe we can dance for awhile,” suggested Sarah.

The relief Sarah felt over Stephanie’s situation was obvious. I wanted to get home and get naked, but instantly decided to put that off for a couple of hours.

“I wonder if Ralph will be there?” I asked.

“Don’t get your hopes up, even if he is. I just want to celebrate with dancing and a few beers,” responded Sarah.

As we walked into the outdoor bar area, there was Ralph looking at us and smiling from a large table with four other guys. Ralph turned to his buddies, said a few words as he was rising from the table. Moments later he was standing with us just inside the busy bar area. At first it was hard to hear him over the band. Sarah was nearly dancing with us until the song ended a few moments later.

“I’m here with my golf buddies,” said Ralph. “I lost almost every hole and still owe them at least a few more beers. We’ve got extra chairs, would you like to join us?”

There really was no place else to sit, so it was easy for me to say, “Sure Ralph, it’s nice to see you!”

“We are here to celebrate. I’m going to dance all evening long!” said Sarah as we worked our way through the busy bar to Ralph and his friends.

“You sure look great. You’ve got the best smile,” Ralph said to Sarah as he escorted us to his table with his hand on the small of Sarah’s back. As we arrived at his table, the guys got up and moved around such that Sarah would sit between Ralph and a young blond fellow and I would sit across the table from Sarah.

“These are my friends, Tommy and Sarah,” said Ralph. There seemed to be a knowing look between the two guys at the end of the table. I wonder what Ralph talked about during his golf game. Ralph started to introduce us as Sarah interrupted.

“Yes, yes, yes. I want to meet all of your friends, but right now the band is playing one of my favorites. Who is going to dance with me? Tommy?”

I looked at Ralph, he glanced at the long haired bond fellow, about 30, six foot tall, no more than a hundred and eighty pounds and a moment later he was up.

“And what is your name?” said Sarah as she guided him to the dance floor. She was signaling Ralph and me to order a beer at the same time. I think I heard him say his name was Steve.

After about three songs, Sarah and Steve returned to the table. His hand was also escorting her in the small of her back. Sarah was laughing and smiling ear to ear. “Where’s that beer?” she asked. Ralph stood up and started to introduce his friends again. “Hold on a second Ralph, I need to finish this beer before it gets any warmer,” said Sarah as she downed the beer.

Just then, “Mustang Sally” started. As she rose from her chair, Sarah looked around the table desperately for a dance partner. I picked up my beer and glanced down the table, immediately Shawn got up and worked his way around the table to Sarah. Shawn was in his forties and a bit chubby with a handsome face and glowing smile.

Shawn was a great dancer, better than Sarah or me. He really encouraged Sarah to let loose on the dance floor and she came so alive that others began to stop dancing and watch them just let loose. Before the dance ended, Ralph had ordered another round for the table. But Shawn and Sarah danced two more numbers, both more modern hip hop and salsa music.

When they returned to the table, Sarah literally dropped into her chair, grabbed her beer downed it and began to talk, once again interrupting Ralph who was trying to introduce the rest of his friends. “Did you see that fat couple out there? They were trying to fuck on the dance floor but were so bad at it. Incredible.”

We’d all been watching. Those two dancers wanted to do a sexy salsa grind but just looked like two cows fumbling on the dance floor. They had the energy, the desire, but no ability, little sense of rhythm and were clearly out of shape. But Sarah didn’t mention that she had been grinding back on Shawn in a very sexy manner while they were dancing. Indeed, we all could kızılay escort see his hard on as he returned to his seat.

Sarah turned to me as the small band began a slow song, reached her hand over the table to signal that it was my turn to dance with her. I could tell she was turned on as we melted into each others’ arms on the dance floor. She widened her stance just a bit so that her crotch could grind into mine. My left arm slide up to her right shoulder and as I brought it down, I grabbed the zipper in the middle of her jacket and pulled in down below her boobies by about an inch. Sarah knew what I was doing. “I’m so happy, and TURNED ON,” she giggled as the song ended.

“Do you want to go home now? The band will probably play for another thirty minutes,” I asked.

“Oh, dancing has been so much fun. I haven’t felt this alive since I was in high school. Let me finish out this set.” Sarah said.

“I’m going to invite the guys over for a few hours…”

“Oh, Tommy, I can’t handle three men much less five or six.”

“Why not try? I think you’re hot enough for all of us. Ok, let’s make this up to you. It will only happen if you invite them over. We will all know it’s off at any point if you pull up your zipper,” I said. The lovely insides of her breasts, right up to the edge of her nipples were clearly visible to everyone in the bar.

Everyone was staring at Sarah’s boobies when we got back to the table. She grabbed her beer and moved down the table. “Hey Ralph, I need another beer. Move over, I haven’t met these two friends of Ralph.” She still wouldn’t let Ralph introduce any of the guys. Three of us changed chairs so that Sarah could sit between Tony and Adam. She quickly introduced herself and was toasting them both, showing each a nipple as she did.

When a salsa began, she finished her beer and grabbed both Tony and Adam and they all headed up to the dance floor. The first dance was sort of a triangle with Tony and Adam just fair dancers. But the second salsa was hot. Sarah was in the middle with Tony grinding her from behind as she ground into Adam’s tight butt. It looked to me as if Tony’s hands might be on her tits as Sarah’s hands were on Adam’s hips pulling her body up to him tightly.

When they came back, Sarah’s zipper was down another inch. “Hey, Ralph, you owe me a dance.” Sarah said. “But I gotta go pee now, you can make it up later, in some way I am sure!” She said with a gleam in her eyes as she turned and headed for bathroom.

“What does that mean?” Ralph asked looking at me.

“I can only guess, but check out her zipper when she returns. If it is still down, it means we are all going to have a good time, I think.”

When Sarah returned, her zipper was down even further, almost showing her belly button. She walked up to Ralph, leaned over and whispered in his ear for a few seconds. He nodded his head and Sarah turned to me. “Time to go Tommy,” she said.

As I got up, Ralph was talking quietly with his golf buddies. Before we got out the door, they had paid the check and were leaving in a group.

Sarah took her time getting into my car and when she saw Ralph and his buddies getting in a huge Lincoln SUV she turned to me and said, “The guys are coming over for a few hours. I’m going to ride with them. We need to stop for beer and some stuff.”

“What stuff?” I asked.

“Rubbers,” Sarah said with a smile as she turned to walk over to Ralph’s huge car. “Oh, please let Ralph park his car in the garage … leave the doors unlocked.”

I got home in a few minutes and parked in the driveway. I used my remote to open the garage door and walked into the kitchen. It took a few minutes to clean up the few items in the sink and pick up around the house. Then I turned on some music and sat down in the easy chair that had a clear view of the kitchen. Anticipating a hot time, I began to stroke my cock through my pants.

After about 10 minutes, I heard Ralph’s car enter the garage and some laughter. Ralph opened the door carrying a large bag and in they all poured. Sarah was naked from the waist up, and clearly her pants were in disarray. The fun had already begun.

There was general commotion as beer was passed around, bathrooms were identified; the TV turned on to show basketball. After a few moments, I was sitting with Shawn, Tony, Adam and Steve watching the Bulls lose to the Celtics. Where were Ralph and Sarah?

I heard some sounds from the living room and walked in. There was Sarah, naked, her hands on the coffee table as she leaned over with her legs spread apart. Ralph was behind her also naked, his hands on Sarah’s hips as he was fucking her strenuously. Sarah turned her head and said, “Hi honey! Ralph and I never danced, so I thought we would fuck first. Well, almost first. Adam fucked me in the car for a few minutes.”

There was a large, unopened pack of rubbers next to her head on the coffee table. Trying to be thoughtful, I headed for the maltepe escort bedroom to get the lubricant. Once there, I ripped off my clothes put on a robe, poured some lube in my hand and grabbed my solid dick for a few hard strokes. I returned to the living room where Ralph was more gently fucking a gasping Sarah with his long arms around her waist, playing with her pussy. Her head was moving from side to side as she groaned loudly while spikes of pleasure ripped through her body.

“That’s damn good,” said Ralph as he varied the speed and depth of his strokes. Sarah was pushing back, matching Ralph stroke for stroke. She could sense his changes in rhythm.

“Faster, harder. Fuck my pussy. Make me cum again!!” urged Sarah.

I placed the lube bottle on the table next to Sarah as I watched the hot fuck in front of me. Ralph pulled his arms back to Sarah’s hips, leaned back and began to thrust his cock deep into Sarah’s pussy, grunting each time his hips hit her butt. His butt muscles visibly flexed as he yelped; slammed and spurt his cum deep into Sarah’s womb.

As Ralph pulled out, Sarah rolled over on the coffee table so that her head, shoulders, back and hips were on the table. Her pussy was at the edge showing its neatly clipped, reddish blond hair matted with Ralph’s copious cum. Her legs were spread and her feet were on the floor.

“Thanks Ralph, you’re always great; just sit somewhere and watch. Tommy, find out who wants to lick Ralph’s cum out of my pussy. I’m ready for some tongue.”

I stopped stroking my dick, got up, closed my robe and headed to the family room. The Bulls had tied up the Celtics. “Hey, Sarah is looking for a pussy lick, probably followed by a fuck. Any takers?”

Adam was already standing, his bulge evident. He quickly headed past me into the living room.

“Hey, Adam, get those clothes off,” Sarah yelled. More quietly, she continued, “I was hoping you would be next. Your dick is just the right size for me, but first I want you to lick my clit and get me off.”

“I’ve never licked a cunt full of cum,” whispered Adam to himself as he pulled down his shorts, showing a large erection.

“Well, then why don’t you add some more of yours and then lick me off?” Sarah said as Adam approached. Adam leaned over, put his hand behind Sarah’s head and pulled it up gently, pushing his tongue into her mouth. His other hand moved down to her right nipple pulling on it. In all of our sex with other men, I’d never seen Sarah get so excited by kissing. I could see her juices flow from her pussy and onto the coffee table top.

“Let’s continue like we fucked in the car.” It was almost as if they both said it at the same time. Adam pulled up Sarah and they moved over to the oversized sofa right next to me. Adam sat down with his legs spread, Sarah backed up to him, grabbed his dick and then turned to me.

“Put some lube on it honey,” she said.

I quickly grabbed the lube and sprayed some on Adam’s dick. Sarah rubbed his dick up and down her slit and plopped down sinking his prick deep into her totally soaked pussy. I poured a bit more on my hand and sat next to them watching their active fucking. Sarah pushing down as Adam pushed up then reversing, almost pulling Adam’s dick all the way out before driving back down. Adam’s hands were on her hips helping Sarah fuck harder.

“Suck me Tommy,” Sarah gurgled as she kept slamming back down.

I got on my knees and heard, “No, my nipples. I’m saving my pussy for Adam.” It was a bit tricky, but I stood up, spread my legs and leaned over to suck her right nipple while playing with her left in my hand. Sarah’s motions would pull her erect nipple out of my mouth. It reminded me of my childhood bobbling for apples floating in a bucket. I could smell the sex rising from Sarah’s pussy. Quickly it became obvious that they were both cuming. Sarah pulled my head to her chest and held me hard as her pulsating convulsions overtook her.

“Oh, fuck,” yelled Adam as he pushed his throbbing dick deep into Sarah shooting his sperm into her pussy.

Not losing any control, Sarah pulled off Adam, turned and kissed him gently. “We only have another hour, would you be willing to eat my pussy as Shawn fucks me?”

It took me a second to realize that we needed to finish before Stephanie got home from work. This would be her first night home in over a month.

Sarah guided Adam over to the long, low coffee table and had him lay down on it on his back. She moved to the other end and knelt with his head between her knees. She leaned forward and began gently licking his still quivering dick. It was a 69 with Sarah on top!

I walked into the family room saying, “Shawn, are you ready?” He was taking his clothes off as he stood up and was naked before he got into the living room. He was taken aback when he saw Sarah on top of Adam in a 69 position. We could see motion underneath as Adam was slurping up and down Sarah’s cum filled pussy.

“Ralph, mamak escort get Shawn ready for fucking my ass,” Said Sarah.

Ralph knew exactly what Sarah wanted. He grabbed the lube, guided Shawn to her beautiful heart shaped butt sticking anxiously wiggling back and forth. He poured a bit on her puckered hole, put quite a bit on his hand, and before Shawn knew what was happening, rubbed it on his dick. Shawn immediately spewed stream after stream of his cum all over Sarah’s back teetering as his orgasm rippled through his body.

“Oh, shit,” said Shawn.

“Don’t worry honey, just take a break and we’ll have another chance. You needed to get off, that’s all,” said Sarah returning to her licking of Adam’s hardening cock.

Ralph, not one to lose an opportunity to fuck Sarah’s hot ass, greased up his pole as Shawn moved away. At the same moment, Adam’s tongue finally brought Sarah to orgasm, her head flying back with a yelp and her entire torso shivering. As her orgasm subsided, she said, “Don’t stop, that was great.”

Just then the head of Ralph’s cock slipped through her ass ring. “Oh yea, push it in Ralph,” said Sara thrusting herself back against him and dragging her pussy over Adam’s outreaching tongue.

I grabbed my dick and began to stroke softly and, as I headed back to the sofa, I noticed an audience in the doorway to the family room. It was just outlines and I assumed that Steve and Tony were just waiting their turn. Just as quickly, the outlines receded and I returned to watching the hot action before me.

By this point, Adam’s cock was fully hard and Sarah was sucking it deeper in her mouth and throat than she had ever sucked mine. Ralph’s hands were firmly holding Sarah’s hips as he firmly stroked in and out of Sarah’s clutching ass. After a minute or so, Sarah lifted her head and began to scream, “Oh fuck; oh fuck it’s so good. Keep licking me just like that.”

“Your ass is amazing. I love the way you push back on me,” said Ralph followed a few moments later by an “Oh damn that’s hot!” I looked more carefully and one of Adam’s arms had slid up between Ralph’s legs and his hand was squeezing Ralph’s testicles.

It was clear that Ralph was about to cum, and, since we were running out of time before Stephanie’s grand return, I headed out to get Tony and Steve. As I got to the family room, I could see THREE stacks of clothes on the floor. What the fuck?

As I turned the corner, Tony looked at me and said, “The Bulls won so we decided to fuck Stephanie.” I was in shock. Stephanie was naked, on her knees, sucking Tony’s dick as Steve plowed her from behind.

After taking it in for a second, for the first time ever, I thought, “Like mother, like daughter.” They didn’t slow a beat as I thought about what to do next. Stephanie had reached the age of majority, so it was her right to do what she wished, but I knew Sarah would go ape shit.

Steph pulled her mouth off Tony’s dick and turned to me, “You’re next Tommy,” she said quietly. She quickly returned to her task, sticking out her tongue and dragging it along the bottom of Tony’s large prick twirling it around the head and opening her mouth to swallow it again. His hands moved to the side of her head as he pushed his dick in and began to fuck her face. Was this really a new, highly sexual Stephanie; was she trying to seduce me or just trying to piss off her mother?

“No way, honey. You just have your fun and then get dressed before Sarah comes in. I’ll keep her busy for at least 20 minutes,” I responded as I cinched my robe, turned and re-entered the living room. I couldn’t get the sight of Stephanie out of my head. She looked so hot, her tits swinging perfectly, her stomach now flat, her hips forming a perfect heart. She was pushing back on Steve matching each of Tony’s forward strokes. His hands were clutching her hips and he was staring down at Steph’s body, lost in his lust.

If things had been different, I would have really enjoyed taking up her offer; however, the memory of what I had just seen reinforced the hardness of my dick.

I dropped my robe on the floor as I entered the living room, watching Ralph’s butt flex as he slammed one last time into Sarah’s bottom. Sarah gave a huge suck on Adam’s cock and he exploded into her mouth. You could see her cheeks move as she swallowed his cum. I knew it was the hottest sex scene of my life, but I couldn’t get my mind off Stephanie’s fucking and sucking in the family room.

Just after Ralph pulled out and headed for the bathroom, Sarah got off the coffee table like she was headed to the family room.

“Hey babe, I think Shawn is ready again. Would you give him a go at fucking your fine ass?” I said. She looked at him and got down on the floor on her knees and smiled at Shawn. Adam looked relieved and jumped off the table; he moved over to an easy chair and sat down with a shriveled but well satisfied dick.

Shawn grabbed the lubricant and applied some liberally to his dick. He knocked the unopened box of rubbers on the floor as he sat it back down on the coffee table. “I’d just as soon fuck your pussy Sarah, if that’s all right with you,” said Shawn.

“Ok,” whispered Sarah as Shawn slipped his dick into her pussy and grabbed her hips. Shawn was a young fellow, without a lot of style, but plenty of motion, energy and excitement.

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Time to Share

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I make a living by working in an office. It’s not very glamorous, but it pays the bills. I was in my normal routine and counting down the hours until I could go home and relax, but as it was only 9:30, I had a large wait ahead of me. Every thing was normal until my boss Greg walked in and introduced me to the most amazingly beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had chocolate brown skin, which I love, full pouty lips, dark brown eyes and hair, long skinny legs topped of with the most gorgeous ass and probably the most amazing pair of tits I have ever seen. They were big but not to big, like a 30C I think, nice and round with hard pointy nipples. Any way, her name was Georgia and she was the new receptionist, which was great because she would be sitting directly in front of me so I could stare all day long.

I had plenty of opportunities to talk to her throughout the day and found out she was 24-liked sport and loved being outdoors. She had a great personality, but it turns out she has a long time boyfriend, so I was devastated. So for the rest of the day I had to try to forget the black beauty sitting in front of me. It was just at closing time when Georgia came up to me and asked me if I wanted to go out for a drink with her seeing as it was her first day. Not wanting to be rude, I accepted and we left together for the pub. In the car I found out that her boyfriends name was Mike and that he was a big strong black sportsman, so I new I should be careful as I didn’t wanna be in hospital for any misunderstanding, but from the way she was describing him, he sounded like a nice guy.

When we got inside, it was pretty quiet, so we grabbed a booth and ordered some drinks, I had a beer and she had a cocktail. We chatted for about an hour, but realised we’d had a fair amount to drink and the conversation started getting dirty. She asked about my sex life of which I told her was pretty low at the moment. And I asked about her and Mike. She told me that they both have a very hungry sexual appetite and that they can get very gaziosmanpaşa escort freaky. All of this talk was giving me the biggest hard on and it was straining hard against my pants. But what happened next shocked me. I felt a foot sliding up my leg and up onto my lap, I looked up at her and she smiled, she was stroking my cock with her feet. I was stunned, but was loving the attention. She stopped playing with me and said, “Dan, I want to fuck you, but only on one condition, that you share with Mike”.

Straight away I stood up and grabbed her arm as we walked out and grabbed a taxi. We got back to her place and walked in the door to see Mike, and boy was he big. I was worried that he wouldn’t be happy but my fears were rested when he walked up and shook my hand and introduced himself. All of a sudden, Georgia was ripping of my clothes and pushing me on to the couch. I helped her take her top of while Mike undressed behind her. WOW, his cock was like 9 inches and very fat, much bigger than my seven inches so I felt a little intimidated. All that disappeared as Georgia sunk her mouth down around my cock. It was amazing, so warm and wet and smooth, she new what she was doing. She was awesome; she would suck all the way to the base and suck really hard then go all the way up and suck the head then plunge back down again.

I could feel her moaning, so I looked over and saw Mike licking her pussy; he was obviously great at it because she was thrashing all over the place. She looked up at me and grabbed my cock and said” I want this in me now!!” I wasn’t going to refuse so I got up as she sat on the couch with her legs spread wide. I looked at Mike for approval and he nodded, so I aimed the head of my cock to her pussy and slowly worked it in. She was so tight and warm, I was loving it. I was pumping in and out of her hard, I would push all the way in and then pull almost all the way out then slam back into her. With all the effort I was putting into gölbaşı escort this, I forgot about Mike. Then she looked right into my eyes and said a sentence that has changed my life forever, “time to share”. With that I felt a warm, wet tongue push into my ass, it was Mike, I freaked out but she tightened her pussy to make me concentrate and told me not to worry. I almost came right there, with her clamping her pussy on my cock and his expert tongue in my ass, it was almost too much.

I’ve never done this sort of thing before and never even thought about having sex with a guy, but I was loving it. His tongue was amazing, but I was starting to worry about that huge cock, I didn’t think I’d be able to take it. Georgia could see that I was starting to panic, but she reassured me by saying that it feels amazing, and was well worth it. All of a sudden his tongue was replaced by what felt like a warm, slippery tennis ball, but I was determined to take it. I leaned into Georgia and started kissing her and holding her tight. He started pushing his cock head into me, which almost made me pass out. It was so huge. With a sudden pop it was in and slowly going deeper into my virgin ass. It took ages till I felt his balls hit mine, with that he grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard as I resumed fucking Georgia. It hurt so much but felt so good as his huge tool hit my prostate and with my cock in her pussy fucking her hard, it felt amazing.

With his pace I knew I couldn’t hold on for much longer as with a scream, I sent spurt after spurt of my hot come into her womb. I didn’t think it would stop and Mike was screaming because of my ass tightening on his cock. He pulled his cock out of me slowly and told me to get onto all fours. I got onto the floor and Georgia laid in front of me so I could lick her pussy. I started working my tongue in and out of her pussy as Mike rammed the entire length of his cock into me. I screamed into her pussy as she held my face into keçiören escort her cunt as hard as she could. Mike resumed with his previous hard fucking and I was doing every thing I could to lick all of my come from her pussy. Every force of Mike’s cock made me scream in pain, which made Georgia shudder with orgasm after orgasm. She was screaming and shouting as I buried my face into her dripping pussy. She held onto my head trying to force me in deeper while I tongue fucked her as hard as I could.

Georgia pulled my head away and told me that she needed a cock in her, so she worked her way under me and grabbed hold of my dick, when it was at the entrance of her pussy, Mike rammed his cock into my ass which rammed my cock into her pussy as we all screamed in ecstasy. We were all fucking in unison; Mike would thrust into me as I did to Georgia. She was holding on tight as we fucked, clamping her pussy down on my cock, as mike was gripping me by the hair as he fucked me harder and faster than before. I could feel his sweat dripping from him onto my back as he fucked my red-hot ass. Mike pulled my head up to him and said into my ear “I’m gonna come all over your face”. With that he pulled his cock out of my ass with a pop and pulled me of Georgia and pushed told me to get on my knees.

He held the back of my head with one hand and furiously jerked his huge tool with the other as Georgia swallowed my cock again making me moan with pleasure as she buried her full fist into her pussy. We were all moving together and moaning as we were racing to come. Mike started going harder and screaming more so I opened my mouth to the tip of his cock as a stream of come erupted from the head and hit the back of my throat with a huge force, he sent shot after shot down my throat as I swallowed his huge black cock as far as I could get it, he didn’t seem to stop as I was drowning in his come. As soon as he stopped, my cock erupted and shot all over Georgia’s big beautiful black tits, I kept shooting my come all over her breasts while still sucking on his big hot cock. After I had finished coming, she lay down and we both lay on either side of her, licking all of my come from her gorgeous breasts while she stroked our soft wet cocks.

I had many other anal adventures with Mike and Georgia, and we even involve some of the other people from my office, when were in the mood for a party.

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Three’s a Pleasure

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You hear me come in the door and call out letting me know that you’re in the bedroom. Sitting up in bed, you wait for me to come to you. It’s late on a Saturday night and I was having a ‘Girl’s Night Out’ with some friends from work. Walking into the bedroom, I smile and stroll over to kiss you. Though I have a slight taste of liquor on my breath, I’m not drunk.

“Did you have fun?” you question.

I nod. “I’m surprised you’re awake,” I whisper against your lips as I sit on the side of the bed.

“I was waiting up for you,” you reply. You hand stroking the bare skin on my leg. For your thoughtfulness, I lean over and kiss you again and feel your hand slide higher on my thigh.

“I brought you something. But first, I have to tell you a little story. Tonight, we – Tonya, Stacy, Sandra and I – went to a gay club downtown. We wanted to be able to dance without being bothered. Anyway, we were all dancing and I went to get a drink at the bar. There was this woman standing there and we started talking. She’s pretty cool. We have a lot in common. She was a total kick in the pants… very funny and irreverent. It seemed pretty clear that she was hitting on me but I didn’t want to seem presumptuous. However, taking into consideration that I was in a gay club, I explained to her that I’m really into men. That, in fact, I have a partner who was, sweetly, waiting up for me,” I smile at you. “Somehow, during our conversation, I said that I’ve had moments of being intrigued by women… that there’s been curiosity in that area… that I’d kissed a couple of women before. But ultimately it wasn’t so much the woman herself, but a quality that I admired, that made me feel the attraction. She explained that she’s bi. She told me that she was currently between relationships and I talked about you. And well, one thing led to another and I can’t remember how the topic came up but somehow we ended up talking about a, well, a… threesome.” I look at you to gauge your reaction. Your face is carefully blank. “I know that, generally, it’s the ultimate fantasy for men but that usually the opportunity doesn’t come up. She’s beautiful and pretty open and awesome, so,” I say in a rush. “I brought her home to meet you.” I glance back up and catch your eyes, a look of nervous anticipation written clearly on my features.

You exhale and there’s a long moment of silence. I can’t tell what that means but I don’t want to coerce you or make you do something that you’re not 100% willing to do. So, I silently wait for you to process whatever thoughts you’re having and come to whatever conclusion you’re going to.

Finally, you look me directly in the eyes and ask, “Are you ab-so-lutely sure that this is something that you want to do? We haven’t talked about it before and I don’t want there to be any weird feelings or discomfort later.”

I think a moment, my eyes never leaving yours and then reply in the affirmative.

You smile, big time. “Okay. Bring her in. Let’s meet her.” You adjust the covers over your lap while I stand up to leave. We both sleep minimally clothed so I know there’s a high chance that, at the most, you’re wearing boxers only. I leave only to quickly return with a woman in tow.

“Jack, meet Melanie. Melanie, this is my partner, Jack.”

She smiles and walks over to shake your hand. “Hi Jack. It’s nice to meet you.” The whole experience feels very formal. Despite the fact that you’re currently sitting in bed, barely clothed and the knowledge that we all have every intention of touching each other thoroughly, there’s definitely a feeling of anticipation that lingers in the air.

You check her out, size her up. Though our coloring is similar, she’s nothing like me. At a rough guess, you’d put her at 5’8″. She’s sharp angles and thin lines whereas I’m voluptuous curves and muscle. She has straight dyed black hair that’s cut bluntly at elvankent escort her chin, an angled jaw line and large dark green eyes. Her skin is a bit darker than mine, more of an olive tone. What she lacks in boobs, she makes up for in the length of her legs. She’s very beautiful in the exotic sense. Silently you think that you’re getting the best of both worlds where fantasies are concerned: the girl next door and the bad-girl temptress. You also recognize that I’m not attracted to blonds and so the fact that she’s dark, doesn’t surprise you… since she is here for the two of us.

I watch as you shake her hand and make some polite reply back. I’m suddenly nervous and have no idea where we go from this point. You glance at me over Mel’s shoulder and can see my uncertainty. Mistaking the look, you ask me again if I’m sure that I want to proceed.

Your question breaks through and I’m no longer nervous. Laughing, I explain that I don’t know where to go from here… that I’m not sure what to do… what’s expected. Melanie walks back to me and cupping my face between her hands, bends over and kisses me on the lips. I realize that with my eyes closed, it’s not much different then kissing a man. Then I rub my hands up her arms and my fingers brush her breasts. I have to revise that previous thought… there is a big difference. I trail my hands along her collarbone and then down to cup her breasts in my hand, feeling their soft weight. I stroke my thumbs over her nipples and feel them harden under my touch. She feels so different from you and I’m curious to feel her body against mine.

Sliding out from under the covers, you walk over to us. Watching my tongue mate with Mel’s, stirrings of desire melt through you. Stroking your hand down each of our heads, you lean over and join your tongue to ours. I moan in my throat and somewhere in the back of my mind I think, that wasn’t so hard. Turning into your arms, I kiss you more fully, deeply. Melanie begins to slowly undress and with one hand you help her with the buttons on her shirt while your other hand cups my ass and pulls me into you. Somehow I end up sandwiched between you, kissing your chest, licking and stroking your nipples into hardness while you help Mel remove the rest of her clothes. Naked, she’s even more opposite from me. Her small breasts are crowned by even smaller brown nipples and her naval is pierced. She has a small butterfly tattoo on her inner thigh. For a brief moment, I’m assailed with an inferiority complex but that feeling passes quickly. As you watch Melanie’s skin being revealed inch by inch, you knead my breasts, causing my nipples to form hard pebbles between your fingers. Melanie reaches between us and as she unbuttons my skirt, her hands repeatedly rub up against your erection. Tantalizing in its briefness and the elusive quality of her stroke. Sliding her hands into my skirt, her fingers caress my lips then slip into my warm moist center, and then connect with my clit. With a deep moan, my head drops to your chest and my fingers clutch your biceps. You lean over and your lips connect with Melanie’s. You notice that she also has a slight taste of alcohol. You pull her closer against my back, which forces me into you, your erection rubbing against my belly. I reach into your boxers and stroke my hand up and down you, feeling your hot flesh. You swell even harder. As I lick your nipple like a little kitten, I barely notice when my skirt slides to the floor. And the three of us are removing my shirt and bra.

I turn so that my back is to you and kiss Melanie again. It’s a strange sensation, the feeling of my naked breasts pressed against another pair of naked breasts. Wrapping your arms around the two of us, you squeeze us closer and watch as our flesh blends together. Stepping back to watch as Melanie leads me to the bed, you slip your boxers off. emek escort Lying back against the pillows, I spread my thighs for the two of you. Opening myself up, I watch as Melanie leans into me and runs her tongue along my calf and up my thigh, pausing periodically to linger and caress. I sigh and lean back as her tongue finishes the journey and slides into me, tasting me. You watch the pleasure on my face and the movement of another woman’s head between my thighs. Stepping up behind Melanie, you stroke your hands down her back and over her ass. She wiggles against you and you slip a long finger, and then another, into her. Stroking her moist heat, you slide in and out of her. I can feel the half-humming/ half-moaning noise she makes in her throat as it passes over her lips and against my sensitive flesh. I open my eyes and catch your heavy-lidded gaze as you spread her legs further apart, roll a condom on and sink into her.

I hold your gaze and you begin smooth, slow strokes in and out. And then continue to watch as your eyes close with pleasure and my own head falls back against the pillows. I can feel each thrust you make into her because her face is pushed deeper into me. She’s sucking my clit, rolling her tongue over and around it and then sliding her tongue deep into me. Leaning over her back, our mouths meet and I kiss you with all the passion I own, showing you with my lips and tongue how much you mean to me. She reaches under my thigh and while working my clit, thrusts two fingers into me. It’s like an electric shocks runs through me and I know that I’m about to cum. A cry that’s almost a scream erupts out of me as my orgasm rolls through me. I have one hand gripping one of yours and the other buried in Melanie’s hair, as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. You open your eyes and see my nipples stand taller as my skin becomes flushed. Melanie lifts her head and rests her cheek against my pussy, pressing her face against my curls as you rock into her, gripping her hips and pushing deep. I watch you over her back. The way your body tightens with each thrust and the intensity of the look on your face. It’s a unique perspective, having the actual knowledge of how you feel deep inside me and watching those same moves from a distance. My mouths waters just watching you and I know that I’ll die if I don’t feel you inside me.

“Jack…” I whisper. Your eyes meet mine. “Don’t cum yet. I want you inside me when you do.”

You nod and after another few thrusts you pull out with a moan low in your throat. You lie next to me on the bed and we all shift positions. I move to climb on top of you but Melanie stops me.

“I want you to watch as I suck you boyfriend,” she says as she removes the condom and drops it on the floor.

I suck in my breath. The image that runs quickly through my mind swells my clit again. But, the image of her taking you into her mouth is purely erotic, much, much better than what I’d just imagined. She’s been wearing red lipstick and though it had faded from kissing us, it was still a sharp contrast against your skin. I watch as she swallows you whole. Her long nails surrounding your cock and her lips meeting her fingers. Pulling back and sliding back down you, swirling her tongue around your tip and then taking your so deep you can feel the back of her throat. Each time she pulls up, I can see your cock glistening with the moisture from her mouth. You reach over and gripping my thigh, you pull me over to you. I lean over to kiss you. This is a new experience for you… getting a blowjob and a deep kiss. It’s an awesome sensation and you want to capture the moment in your memory to dust off periodically and relive. I run my hands over your hair and my breasts are pressed against your chest. Straddling your chest, I press my clit against you, rolling against you, leaving moisture on your nipple. You eryaman escort feel cool air against your cock before you see Melanie appear over my shoulder.

“Slide down,” she tells me. And I do.

You’re hard and ready and slip easily into my body. I sink down onto you and moan, my head thrown forward. I begin to move up and down you. My fingertips pressed against your belly for balance. Melanie walks around the bed and sits next to you.

“She likes it when you’re deep inside her. Watching you fuck her is so sexy. Watch has you press into her how her breasts bounce with the rhythm you’re making,” Melanie whispers in your ear. “She’s beautiful.” I vaguely hear the words that she’s whispering to you. But, I know they turn you on from the way you thrust into me. I meet your thrusts and press down onto you. You can no longer keep your eyes open. My heat is surrounding you and when Melanie gets up and straddles your face, sinking onto your mouth, you know that you’ve died and gone to heaven. I open my eyes to see your tongue dart into Melanie for a taste and then come back to linger longer. I feel Mel’s eyes on me and look up to see her aroused gaze focused on my breasts as they sway with our movements. She reaches out and cups them. Her hands are much smaller then yours and there’s no way that she can cup me fully. She leans over and tugs on my hair, pulling me to her. My tongue meets hers as yours connects and sucks on her clit. I realize that she’s about to cum because her hands clutch my hair and she bites my lower lip. Moaning deep, she sinks onto you. I can see the muscles of her thighs contracting as she cums and with each cry she makes I come that much closer to reaching my own climax again. I move faster on top of you, moving with Melanie’s spasms.

With weak legs, she climbs off you and I lean down to kiss you. You taste like you… and her. I lick the wet places she’s left on your cheeks and then move to mate with your tongue again. I feel you shudder and hear you moan. Then I feel Melanie’s tongue as it follows your cock into me. As I rock up and down, she licks up the moisture I leave, swirling her tongue around you then moving to suck your balls. Your hands grip my hips tightly and you thrust hard and fast into me. No longer able to control yourself. I relax my muscles, lean into you and let you do the work. Moaning and reveling in each thrust that you make… pressed hard into me… reveling in the feel of Mel’s tongue as it strokes the two of us. With a last thrust, you spill into me and I’m lost… pushed over the edge with sensation. Together we experience la petite morte and slowly drift back to reality together.

Groaning, I roll off you and curl into your side. One arm draped over your chest. Melanie climbs up onto the bed and curls up on the other side of you. Each of us pressing our breasts into your side, pressing our cunts against your thighs and wrapping a leg over yours. You’re officially pinioned by two women. Sighing with contentment, you drift to sleep.

***

You awake to the early morning light streaming into the window and across the bed. It takes a moment for all the details of the previous night to surface and when they do, your eyes fly open. I’m curled up on my side, my back to you, sleeping deeply. Looking around, you don’t see Melanie and wonder if you’ve dreamed the whole event. You roll over and pull me back against you. I slowly drift to the surface and come fully awake with the insistent hardness of you pressed against my ass. Opening my eyes and stretching, I notice the question in your eyes.

Smiling I say, “No, you didn’t dream it. She was definitely here. But, we didn’t feel that it would be appropriate for her to spend the night so she left. Did you have a good time?” I reach up to stroke your cheek, a satisfied expression on my face.

You lean over and kiss me deeply. “Hell yah, Babe,” you whisper. “How ’bout you? Any regrets?”

I shake my head. “But, no way, I have no regrets. But I’m glad I don’t have to share you on a regular basis” I kiss you and then rest my head on your chest.

Pulling me close, we lay back and remember the night.

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