Tina, Ash, , Toby

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I woke in the arms of my friend and until last night, secret admirer, Ashleigh. Ash is about 5’5 with dark red almost rusty looking hair. She has hazel eyes and the best breasts of anyone I’ve ever known. I’m sure most of you already know who I am, but for those who don’t my name is Tina Jiminez. I’ve known Ash for a couple of years, and had always half crushed on her. About six weeks ago, once a week, I’d find my favourite candies on my desk with a note that said “How I wish I could tell you how much I like you- Your Secret Admirer.” I would talk to Ash about it, but she never said who she thought it was. Finally, I received a rose with her address in it when I arrived she looked stunning. After champagne sex sleep breakfast sex and more sex, this is where I am. I leaned over and kissed her. Ash’s eyes fluttered open.

“Morning” I said and smiled

“Hey” she said and kissed me lightly

My eyes travelled down her body, noticing her curves like I never have before. She had goosebumps from the draft, and her nipples were hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her little fleshy-brown nubs. I leaned forward and lightly licked her nipples. She shuddered and smiled softly.

“I take it you missed me while we were sleeping.” She said half laughing

I laughed and nodded slightly. “Yeah I did.” I looked over at the clock.

“Shit! We’re gonna be late!” We had slept from yesterday afternoon straight through to 6:30 am this morning. Ash looked at the clock, and jumped up. She told me a while ago that she’s like a demon when she’s over slept. Ten minutes later while I was lacing up my boots, she came back into the living room wearing a pair of blue jeans, hiking boots a camouflage tank top with a black Adidas baseball jersey over it. She swept her medium length hair into a ponytail. Her eyes met mine and she smiled.

“What? Didn’t you believe that I can be up ready and out the door in less than fifteen minutes?”

I laughed and adjusted my T-shirt “Not at all, I just didn’t think you could do it and look so sexy”

Ash blushed and kissed my lips. “If you only knew” she said and winked at me. We rushed out and walked the three blocks to school, and managed to make a complete stop at the vending machine. Ash got her usual honey bun and Pepsi, while I grabbed a bag of pretzels, a Pepsi and of course Reese cups. We munched on the way to class, and when we sat down next to each other Ash held my hand between the desks. I noticed people giving Ash little smiles and winks of approval.

“Ash, what on earth is that about?” I asked.

“Well, everyone noticed how badly I was crushing on you and everyone knew I was the one leaving you candy and they never said a word to you about it.”

I laughed “Good lord, woman, you are devious as hell”

Ash laughed and said, “You wouldn’t have me any other way”

I suddenly had a picture in my head of Ash tied to her bed completely at my mercy with my head buried between her legs. I shook off this disturbing image, and said “Oh yes I would” Just as Ash was about to reply, our professor began the lesson.

After class, Ash said she’d meet me after my next class because she needed to go to the library to do some research for her senior thesis. She kissed me and lightly nibbled my bottom lip “I miss you already” she whispered bahis firmaları I pulled her into a hug, and kissed her neck. “Ditto” I said and ran off to my class. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ash crash into a few lockers. Then I heard her voice “God dammit, Jake!” she yelled. Jake is her ex; he’s 6’4 with curly dark hair and disturbing green grey eyes. I always thought he was a gorgeous guy, but Ash said he cheated on her and my feelings toward him turned into contempt. I heard Ash and Jake laughing, and thought the crisis was over. It’s good to know that they’re still friends.

I would have gone to bail Ash out, but I was running late. I barely made it to class before the bell rang. My professor, Dr. Toby Andrews glared at me, but I blew him a kiss and winked at him. Toby and I had had a sort of affair. He’s in his early 30’s with blond hair and blue grey eyes. I had met him through my sister when I came to visit her dorm shortly after my high school graduation. Later that day I snuck to his office and the first thing he did was kiss me. Then we were having sex on his desk. When I enrolled here two years ago, I immediately signed up for his class. Toby and I had sex regularly until his girlfriend found out and broke up with him. Toby decided this was all my fault, and became a total dick to me. I think I saw him in the hall when Ash kissed me. A sharp voice drew me out of my thoughts. “Tina, I’d like to see you after class” Toby said

“Ok, To-Dr Andrews.” I sometimes stumbled over his name and started to call him Toby before realising that I should call him Dr Andrews. Toby smiled at me when I said this. I thought that was strange, normally he glares at me. I didn’t have much time to dwell on my thoughts as Toby sprung a pop quiz on us. After 10 essay questions, the bell rang. “Whooo hoooo!” I thought, when Toby collected our papers. I hate essay questions, and Toby knows that. I used to think that he gave us essay questions just to piss me off, but he told me once that he hates reading pages upon pages so he tries to limit them. I started to leave when I heard him say “Tina, can I talk to you for a sec?” I hopped on to a desk across from his.

“Sure, Toby, what’s up?”

He slid his hand up my thigh. “I saw you and Ash kiss this morning, are you lovers?” he asked

“Wow, Toby, nothing gets by you. You saw us kiss this morning, you should have seen what we did last night” I said and shook his hand off of my leg. I saw his eyes widen, and I knew from instinct that he was getting hard.

“Look, Toby, Ash is supposed to meet me soon, can you hurry up?” I asked impatiently

“Yeah, sure. I was wondering maybe the three of us can get together sometime.”

My jaw nearly hit the floor. Toby was a great lover, but nowhere near as good as Ash. The thought of me sharing my lovers with each other kinda turned me on. I thought for a minute.

“I don’t know, Toby I should probably talk to Ash about it first.”

“Talk to me about what?” I heard Ash say. I jumped, and looked at Ash startled. Toby took the initiative, and said “I was just talking to Tina about the three of us getting together for dinner sometime.” Ash knew I had an affair with Toby and she said “If it’s all right with Tina, sure” I shot Ash an almost dirty look, but she smiled and mouthed the words “It’ll kaçak iddaa be fun to fuck with his head” and winked. Toby looked at us and said, “Would tonight at my place be good?” Ash smiled and I said “Sure thing, we’ll be there at 7.” Toby hugged me and kissed Ash on the cheek and said, “Great, see ya later” We nodded and said “Bye!”

When we were out of the building, Ash lit a cigarette and asked

“So, why does Toby want us to come over?”

I lit my own and said “Cos he wants to have sex with us.” Ash nearly choked.

“What? I thought you broke it off with him.” She said

“Yeah, well he saw us kissing this morning and it made him horny.” What can I say? Kissing her makes me horny too. “Weird” Ash said as we walked home.

When we walked in I pulled Ash close and kissed her. Her mouth opened slightly and I slowly slid my tongue in, stroking and coaxing hers. Her hands slid up my shirt and cupped my breasts. I felt my nipples harden under her touch and strain against the lace of my bra. Ash stroked my nipples with her thumbs. My hands left her waist and began to undo her jeans. My hands slid into the waistband of her panties, I could feel the warmth of her pussy and smell her arousal. I broke away from the kiss.

“Ash? Let’s go into the bedroom,” I said softly. Ash nodded. When we got into the bedroom I laid her on the bed and kissed her breasts lightly. I reached behind her and found two black scarves. I tied her wrists to the bedpost. Ash squirmed in anticipation. I kissed her once again, while my hands travelled up and down her body. I then kissed down her neck, her breasts and I licked her nipples while my hand began to stroke her pussy. I rolled my thumb around her clit while my index finger slowly slid in and out of her. She began to moan slightly. I kissed down her stomach, her mound, and her outter lips. I pulled my finger out and licked it, savouring her taste. My hands fastened around her hips and I said “Hold on tight, you’re in for it.”

I slowly slid my tongue up and down her dripping slit, pushed it in a little and began to slowly stroke her inner walls. She began to squirm and whimper, begging me to go faster. I responded to this by pulling my tongue out and licking her clit slowly. So slowly that a three toed sloth would have crossed the Autobahn before I was done. I slid a finger in and moved it in and out just as slowly as I was licking her clit. I could feel her muscles tensing as an orgasm the size of Texas began to build. She was begging for the release. I licked and fucked her slowly for half and hour, and then I began to subtly speed up until I could feel mini orgasms surging throughout her. Finally I licked my tongue became a tornado while she began to scream the house down.

She had an orgasm so big her juices covered my face and dribbled down my hand. By this time I was really really horny, so I climbed on top of Ash in a 69 and as she ate my dripping pussy I began to clean hers out. She slid a finger into me while her thumb stroked my clit. I pushed back so that I was fucking her finger. I began to moan as her finger hit my spot. Her tongue circled around my anus as I felt an orgasm building. I finger fucked my beautiful lover as she tongued me. “Ohhhh God Ash, I think I’m gonna cum! Ash!” I screamed as I began to shake. Ash was shaking underneath kaçak bahis me as she ran her tongue around my clit and I felt my dam burst as an orgasm shook me from my head to my toes and back up again. Ash screamed into my pussy as her orgasm ripped through her. I untied her, and then we collapsed in a heap on her bed.

At 5:00 we finally came to. Ash looked at the clock and said “Yipe! We need to get ready to go to Toby’s” I looked at her and leaped up, and ran to the shower. When I came out ten minutes later, Ash was laying out a midnight blue silk dress with a scoop neck and a scoop back, along with midnight blue heels and flesh coloured stockings. She laid out a blue silk garter belt and a blue thong. I could picture her in this perfectly and was turned on again. As I pulled out a black velvet dress, I noticed she was putting her hair up.

“Ash? Why don’t you leave your hair down?” I said Ash shrugged and brushed her hair out again before running into the bathroom and giving her face and genitals a quick wash. I pulled my dress over my head and decided not to wear any stockings. I was pulling up my panties when Ash stepped out of her bedroom fully dressed. I wanted to rape her on the spot. The blue dress made her hair seem more rust coloured and it brought out the flecks of green in her beautiful eyes. “Ash, you look beautiful,” I said. Ash blushed slightly and said “So do you”

I laced up my thigh high heeled boots as Ash grabbed our coats. I kissed her cheek and whispered softly “You are definitely the most beautiful creature god could make” Ash giggled as we walked out.

We got to Toby’s at exactly 7:00. Toby answered the door in a navy sweater and a pair of black jeans.

“Good evening ladies” Toby said and offered us wine. We sat on his leather sectional, he handed me a glass of red wine and Ash a glass of white. We began to talk, mostly about sex. Toby has always been a horny little boy. Ash began to stroke my thigh and she motioned for Toby to come sit next to her. When Toby sat down, she leaned over and kissed him. She undid his jeans and slowly stroked his cock. Toby flinched slightly as her breath misted around him.

Ash began to lick up his shaft, she swirled her tongue around the underside of the head. His hips began to buck slightly, and Ash motioned for me to move. I got up and sat in the chair that Toby was in, and watched as Toby laid on the couch with Ash riding him. Seeing his hard dick pumping in and out of my lover’s pussy was turning me on. I reached under my dress and started to finger myself. Ash looked over at me while I fingered myself with one hand and rubbed my nipple with the other. As Ash watched me, I watched her, she began to ride Toby’s dick harder and faster as he grunted and she moaned. I wanted her and she wanted me and Toby wanted all of us.

“Ash!” I yelled, “I want you! NOW!” Ash and Toby came to me and Ash got down on her knees and ate me like a rabid wombat. Toby began to fuck her doggy style as her tongue danced over my clit and her fingers fucked me harder. She was nearing orgasm and as she began to scream into my cunt, the vibrations of her voice and her tongue made me explode. Toby shouted out that he was going to cum. Ash tongued me faster and as she came I could see Toby tense and fuck her faster. Toby grunted as he shot his load into Ash’s cunt, Ash moaned as her pussy clamped down around his cock and milked it and I screamed the roof down as I came so hard I passed out. Somewhere in the dimness of nothing, I heard a voice say “Same time next week?”

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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 bahis firmaları 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 this, I forgot about Mike. Then she looked right into my eyes and said kaçak iddaa 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 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 kaçak bahis 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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Moist for My Brother

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I was finally going to visit my brother Paul. We haven’t seen much of each other over the past couple of years. We live so far apart so we made a pact that we would spend a week’s vacation together this year. As Paul has more room at his house, I would drive to see him. I left early on a Friday morning and I made it to Paul’s place around dinner time.

I was sort of surprised when I did see my big brother. He must have been working out at the gym. Paul had filled out with lots of muscles. I have to say I got a little excited looking at his body.

“Lucy, I’m so glad we finally got together.”

The feeling was mutual. Paul pulled me into his body and gave me a big hug and a peck on the cheek. I was getting excited right then. I could swear I felt his cock pressing into my body. I was betting he could feel my boobs against his chest. We were going to stay in that night. Paul had ordered in some food and he broke open a bottle of wine for starters. We talked and got caught up on the past couple of years.

The time flew and Paul said that I was probably tired. We could continue all this in the morning. Paul showed me to his spare bedroom. He told me to yell if I needed anything in the night. I did need something, my brother’s attention. I undressed and put on my nightie. I got on top of the bed and just got to thinking of Paul. I pulled my nightie up and I fingered my pussy. All I could think of was that I wanted to see my brother’s hard prick. I was getting wet just dreaming about it.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I got up from the bed and I walked over to Paul’s bedroom door. It was closed so I cracked it bahis firmaları open. I almost had an orgasm. There wasn’t much light, but I could clearly see my brother’s nude body. His long cock was lying on his belly. I stared at my brother for some minutes. If I stepped into his room I would end up doing something that I shouldn’t do.

I broke down and crossed into Paul’s room. I tried to control my breathing. There was my brother’s cock and I wanted to touch it in the worst way. I sat down on the edge of the bed. I pulled my nightie away from my body. I slowly reached out and touched my brother’s cock. He stirred for a moment but he didn’t wake up. I had to do it. I lowered my face and I took my brother’s fat cock in between my lips. That what it took to wake my brother up.

“Lucy?”

My brother was still in a sleepy haze. He looked down and saw me going down on his thick shaft. I pulled off for a second.

“I need you Paul, don’t make me stop…”

He didn’t stop me. Instead I wrapped my mouth around his pole and he placed a hand on the back of my head. I was bobbing up and down his cock. Paul’s dick was soon standing at attention. I couldn’t waste this moment. I pulled away and I climbed up over top of my brother’s body.

I took his stiff cock in my hand and I aligned it with my wet slit. I lowered my body until my brother entered me. Fuck, did that feel good! Paul was stretching me out. We went slow at first. Paul had his hands on my hips. He was pushing his cock deep into my belly. I remember crying out as Paul filled me with his large member. I couldn’t recall feeling a cock that size before inside kaçak iddaa me.

“Touch my tits, Paul.”

My brother took his hands from my hips and he started to massage my medium sized breasts. I love it when a man fondles my ripe melons. Paul was pinch my nipples as he fed me his cock. I was having these small orgasms at first. As Paul took me harder, my orgasms grew. My body was starting to shake as he drove his love piston deeper into my pussy. You could hear the slapping of skin as we fucked like two crazed teens.

I have no idea how long we went at it that night. Paul had me worked up into a hot boil when he fired his load into my body. I did scream right then. I could feel his steamy load coating my pussy walls. I didn’t want him to stop. I would have taken his love cum for as long as he could produce it. I could feel my body sweating as Paul finished me off with his hot piston.

I fell onto my brother’s chest as we ended our lovemaking session.

“I know what we did was wrong, but I would do it all over in a second,” my brother told me.

I didn’t feel ashamed either. I needed my brother’s loving and now I had it. We spent the night in Paul’s bed. In the morning I made my brother hard once more with my mouth. This time Paul got on top of me. He lifted my legs and pushed them towards my chest. He guided his hardness to my gash and he slid into me again. Paul took me like I was some cheap slut that morning. I ended up begging and pleading for him to fuck me as hard as he could.

Paul did exactly that. Our pubic mounds were hitting together. It felt like my brother’s cock was bottoming out inside kaçak bahis my pussy. We had another long fuck session. My brother’s balls were hitting my ass. I was vocal once more. I told Paul that I wanted to be used by his monster prick. Yes, I got a better look at my brother’s cock. I was betting that it had to be nine inches in length when Paul was erect.

The one beautiful thing was that Paul seemed to have an endless amount of cum to give me. He creamed me again that morning. I used my pussy muscles to drain every drop from his beautiful cock. That was just the first day together! I got to experience a full week of my brother making love to me. By the end of the week I was stretched and sore. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being fucked by Paul.

At the end of the week, we had a long talk. I told Paul that I didn’t want to be away from him any longer. Was there any way I could move closer so we could be together. Paul wanted that as much as I did. We would have to work on a plan to make it all happen. I did say something crazy to my brother at the end of my stay. I told him I wanted him to breed me and impregnate me. I wish you could have seen my brother’s face.

“Are you serious?” He asked me.

I told him there wasn’t anyone else I wanted to be with. If I was going to ever have a child, I wanted him to be the father. I don’t know if Paul is up for that quite yet. I will need to work on him further. The last time we fucked before I left, I told Paul to cream my eggs with his cum. He did blow a large load of his milk into my pussy. Maybe if he hears me talk like this, he will give in to my wishes.

I’m back home and I am trying to get everything in order so I can make the move to be with Paul. I can still feel some of his batter inside me. I only hope it won’t be long before my brother is filling my tummy with his cum once more.

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Throuples Counseling

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March 27

Vanessa

A call came in on my business phone from an individual named James who indicated he wished to hire me for therapy. I gave him my usual fee schedule and he agreed to pay using his credit card. His card information was provided and an appointment was made for eleven am the following Wednesday. When my new clients first arrive, I have them each fill out a two-page form waiting for them in the front office before I invite them back to the counseling room. On Wednesday while I was dictating notes, I heard them arrive. In a few minutes there was a soft rapping on the inner door. A young man poked his head in and introduced himself as Jim and requested another form. He was directed to a drawer in the desk for another copy. I was curious why the two of them needed another form but decided to wait until we had formally met to ask this question.

After about fifteen minutes, plenty of time to fill out the form, I opened the inner door to see, much to my surprise, three individuals, two young women and the young man who had requested the extra form.

“Hello, I’m Vanessa, the counselor. I would like to invite the couple requesting counseling to come with me.” All three stood and approached the door.

“Uh,” I said with my typical brilliance and insight, “I do couples therapy…”

“But we’re all here for counseling,” replied Jim. “We all need it.”

“Uh, OK,” I responded. “Why don’t you come back and have a seat and we can first determine if there is anything that I can help you with.”

They all followed me into the room. It is simple in design. I sit next to, not behind, a small desk, where I occasionally scribble a few notes, and in front of me is a standard sofa that can easily seat three people. A few tasteful art works are on the walls, a large window with a sheer covering lets in natural light yet provides privacy and the floor is nicely carpeted. At the ends of the couch are small tables, each with a box of tissues and small notepads and pencils.

I can get a lot of insight just watching how couples use the couch. Angry couples, such as those referred by a divorce court, will often sit at the far ends while those who are trying to work together will often sit closer together, usually in the middle. If one is angry and the other is trying to appease the partner, the angry one will choose an end and the partner will often sit somewhat close in the middle.

I watched them try and sort out their seating arrangement. There was a bit of jockeying for position before they all sat down. The taller woman seemed to take the initiative and sat in the middle and the other two sat on either side of her.

“Like I said, I’m Vanessa. I have been a couples counselor for over fifteen years and while I have never counseled three together, perhaps I can help. Why don’t you introduce yourselves to me?”

The taller woman started out. “I’m Cassandra, but I prefer Sandy. I’m twenty-nine and we three have been together for over six months.”

“I’m Jim, thirty.” “Nice to see he’s the talkative one of the bunch,” I mused to myself.

After a pause of a few seconds the other young woman spoke up. “I’m Abigail, but I prefer to go by Abby. I’m twenty-seven and I’m the cause of all the problems here, I guess.”

“Oh, no you’re not,” reassured Sandy. “We’re all in this together, it’s not your fault.”

“Well,” I said with the best authoritative voice I could muster, “Before we get into any details, I’d like to see your forms.” Jim and Abby handed theirs to Sandy, who reached them over to me.

“Now, if you’ll give me a few seconds, I’ll just review these quickly.” When I do this, it is for two purposes: the first is to read the most important question on the form which asks for a one-word description of the main issue or problem that we need to discuss. (Think ‘sex’ or ‘finances.’) The second purpose is for me to observe how the couple, or in this case the throuple, interacts during a quiet few minutes while I pretend to read the entire forms.

Each of them answered ‘jealousy’ as the main issue. “Nice that they agree on something,” I thought to myself. If we can’t even get an agreement here it can mean a long, hard slog through counseling sessions.

While I perused the forms, I kept glancing at them. Abby seemed to be the most uncomfortable in the group. She had a slightly defensive posture and kept staring at the floor. After a few minutes Sandy reached over and held Jim’s hand and I noticed a tiny squeeze when she did. She then reached over to Abby’s hand and it appeared that Abby was not inclined to hold her hand, but eventually she did, but with a tiny scowl on her face that relaxed after a few minutes. They then settled in and watched me expectantly.

“Well, you two, uh, I mean, you three,” I said while groaning to myself about the faux pas, “We need to get started somewhere. I see that you all state that ‘jealousy’ is the main issue. Now I want you to know that these sessions are absolutely bahis firmaları private and confidential. Nothing, I mean nothing that we talk about, will go out of this room, unless it has to do with child abuse. Children?”

“No, none,” And “Uh-uh,” they responded.

“OK, good. So, I encourage you to talk openly and freely. Even if you think you may hurt some feelings, we need to get your thoughts out on the table. Hiding something will only delay or even prevent any resolution. Is that clear?”

They all nodded understanding.

“So, who wants to start by giving me a sixty second rundown of your history? Anyone?”

Sandy stuttered a bit as she spoke up. “I guess I’ll do it. You see, we are a throuple and are committed to all of us. Lately there has been an issue about having sex between just two of us when the third one is away, say at work, or something.”

I gave my best psychoanalytic nod to encourage her to go on.

“You see, we kinda came together all at once, but Jim and I knew each other about three weeks before we met Abby. We weren’t a ‘thing’ at that time, though we had had sex a few times. After we met Abby and all of us drifted together, we eventually realized that each of us bonded with the other two. At first all sex was with all of us in the room together, but with life getting so busy, sometimes one of us will be gone and the other two want to have sex. Well, that hasn’t gone over very well, I guess.”

“And who is the most reluctant one?”

“I guess I am,” sighed Abby. “I don’t think any of us should be left out when it comes to our sex lives.”

“Abby, Honey, you’re not being left out,” piped up Jim. “When we all three are together, we have sex together but when there are only two of us, what’s wrong with two having sex?”

“Thank you for the insight,” I broke in. “It isn’t time just yet to have these little, back-and-forth talks. Right now, I need some more background. I like to hear a detailed description of how you met. That is usually a nice place to start. Any volunteers?”

After no one volunteered, I decided to not choose Abby, she was clearly the unhappiest one of the three. Apparently, she was also the last one joining the throuple, so I nodded to Jim, hoping to get him to open up, and said with my authoritative counseling voice, “Jim, why don’t you start?”

—

Jim

Once I was asked to describe our coming together, I realized that we were really in for some long, detailed sessions. I’m not a real good talker at all, but I decided to be as open and honest as possible. I was primarily footing the bill since I had asked for the counseling and made, by far, the most money. I let my mind drift back to that wonderful week, about seven months ago, as I started to tell her our story.

I’m a techie, work with a big firm here in the region, but my true love is photography. I try to spend at least one or two weeks a year chasing that perfect photo. I’ve sold a few, but the real reason I shoot pics is for my personal satisfaction. I mean, guys who fish or golf don’t really do it to make money, they do it because they like the hobby.

Anyway, I decided to sign up for a photography workshop at a week-long artist retreat. We would all go by old school buses up to Summer Ridge Resort where multiple workshops were being held at the same time. We’d sleep in a hostel next to the resort to save money. I mean, most artists don’t make very much money, right? We’d go to our workshops during the day and have meals together with all the would-be artists. In the evenings our time was free.

Right after I got there, I realized I was to share a room with a rather strange guy who was into painting. He told me he liked to paint with natural materials such as crushed berries and flowers, clay and even blood. I decided to be polite, but I was never going to be his close friend. At dinner the first evening I looked around and saw that most of the people were fairly young so I drifted around and tried to meet a few of them. We compared notes about our media, such as oil paints or clay.

Eventually I met a tallish blonde woman who told me she was a watercolor artist. Next to her was another woman who seemed to stand a bit too close for a casual acquaintance. The tall blonde, named Sandy, introduced Jill to me as her “friend” and a fellow watercolor artist. I found that I really enjoyed talking with Sandy, but with Jill, well, not so much. She seemed a bit too clingy with Sandy and I was having trouble figuring out if they were a couple or just good friends.

Eventually Jill excused herself to go to bed and asked Sandy to ‘Hurry up.’ Once she was gone Sandy rolled her eyes and sighed quietly, “She seems to think we’re more than we really are.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, we’re good artist friends but she wants us to be a couple. She keeps asking me out, inviting herself over, you know.”

“You swing that way? If I can be so bold to ask.”

“Sure, well, actually I kaçak iddaa swing both ways. She prefers women and I think it pisses her off that I can go either way.”

We then let our conversation drift off to more art related topics. She wanted to see some of my work, so I opened up my phone and showed her some pics and she did the same so I could see some of her work. She was clearly very talented and I suggested she could be teaching the classes, not taking any. She laughed and said she’d a lot to learn still. Eventually it was getting late so we parted and promised to talk again later.

For the rest of the week she and I would get together casually. I was struck by her tall and slightly muscular physique. She admitted to working out fairly routinely, particularly at a climbing gym. Once I told her I liked climbing too, though I preferred to be outdoors and include it as part of camping and hiking. We seemed to bond over this common interest and eventually we swapped phone numbers, agreeing to get together once we got back to the city.

I wasn’t home twenty-four hours when I got a text asking me to come over for dinner. She indicated she had a big pot of vegetarian chili that she wanted to share. Once I was there and without Jill lurking in the background, we seemed to hit it right off. In no time we were laughing, telling jokes, describing our lives and backgrounds, well, you know. There was nothing sexual in our conversations, just friends being together.

The next time we met she came over to my place wanting to see my photos and my studio. We had a few drinks, I showed off my work and we ended up making out like teenagers on the couch. Her kisses were wonderful and I could feel a muscular but sexy torso when I hugged her. At one point she directed my hand to her breast and I teased the nipple for quite a while before she sighed, broke the kiss and pulled back from me.

“Jim, you really are a nice guy and your kisses are A+,” she whispered. “I could see myself going a bit further with you, but you need to know, it’s been awhile since I slept with a guy.”

“Hey, I’m not pushing for anything here.”

“Oh, I know you’re not, just wanted to explain my hesitation. I do like men as well as women, it’s just been a dry spell with guys lately. I’m actually a bit nervous, to tell the truth.”

“Well, I don’t bite, unless I’m told to,” I added with a grin, “And I’m fine taking all the time in the world with you.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

We never did do much more that night or for the next few times we got together. It was about ten days later that I got a text from her. It read, “I need U 2 help me 2nite. Pls come at 7. Got food.” I had no idea what she meant but the promise of food was enough to entice me to be there at seven, sharp. She greeted me with a big hug and a wonderful, slow, sensual kiss.

“Thanks for being prompt. Let’s eat.” Nothing was said about how I could help until after we ate and I was helping her in the kitchen when she said, “Jim, I think I need to get over my dry spell. Interested in helping me with that?”

“Maybe, what do you have in mind?”

“Let’s finish up with the dishes and then I’d like to show you my bedroom.” She then laughed at how quickly I wiped down the counters and dried the remaining dishes in the rack. She then pulled me gently down the short hall to her bedroom.

After turning to me she reached up and gave me a wonderful, sexy kiss, as her body rubbed up against me. My cock was sure paying attention and I know she could feel it. She backed up a bit and performed a slow strip tease for me.

First, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and gently pulled it to the side, revealing a cute, pink bra with tissue-thin cloth. Her nipples were poking through as if to say, “Look at us,” so I did. Once her blouse was on the floor, she slowly unbuttoned the jeans and pulled the zipper down. The panties matched the bra and barely hid what appeared to be a trimmed bush. She was slightly taller than average, was thin and slightly muscular, yet sported some nice, womanly curves. When she turned around, I was amazed at how shapely her butt and hips were. With her back to me the bra was unsnapped and dropped to the floor, then the panties followed.

“If you want to see the front, you’ll need to strip too.” I didn’t waste any time and as soon as I was nude, she slowly turned around to let me look at her. Beautiful. That was the only word that came to my mind. A perfect mix of sexy curves and a toned physique greeted me and the little me clearly agreed.

“Come to bed with me, I wanna play with your little friend a bit,” she whispered. After stroking my cock for what seemed like an eternity, she grabbed my hand and led it to her pussy. Pretty soon we were both kissing and playing with the other. Her pussy lips were bare and there was a neatly trimmed triangle of bush above. Moisture poured out of her and I used it to lubricate her clit as I rubbed little circles over it. I reached down kaçak bahis and kissed her breast and then I started to slide lower.

“Jim, I appreciate the offer, really I do, but right now I’m more interested in getting that fabulous looking cock into me. It’s been a long time…” she murmured as she pulled me towards her and then handed me a condom from under her pillow. In no time at all I was sheathed both in the condom and in her, pushing in and out to her obvious delight. We established a nice rhythm to our screwing and she pulled me down tightly onto her pubic bone allowing her clit to be stimulated more and more. Finally, with several cries of “Oh my God” she climaxed. I then continued for a few more strokes until I too climaxed.

After resting a few minutes, she whispered in my ear, “That was nice, very nice. You are a tribute to the male of the species. I’m glad we’ve done this.”

There was no mention of love, we just had a nice few minutes of kissing and gently stroking each other. Eventually, as my cock softened, I pulled out to retrieve the condom. After I discarded it into the trash, she snuggled up to me and asked, “Would you like to do this again sometime? I feel good about us. I’d like to be something closer than ‘friends with benefits,’ but not necessarily exclusive. Is that OK with you?”

“Uh, yeah, that would be great. I really like you Sandy, and I’d like to do this more often.”

So that is a brief description of how we came together. We had a nice, strong friendship with a comfortable sexual relationship. We were in this situation when we met Abby.

—

Vanessa

While Jim was talking, I frequently looked at Sandy and she nodded, smiled a few times and never frowned. This suggested to me that his description of their early relationship was probably fairly accurate. Abby’s face remained fairly flat during his description and I saw no hostility. This suggested to me that she was comfortable with their history before she came on the scene.

“OK, thank you, Jim.

“So, I take it that you two were in this arrangement that was stronger than ‘hook-up’ sex but you were not a ‘couple’ when you met Abby. Is that right?” Both nodded. Then I added, “Sandy, why don’t you tell me how you met Abby.”

—

Sandy

Once Vanessa asked me to talk in more detail, I decided to tell it like it was. Afterall, we, or Jim, that is, were paying her to help us out, so I might as well put it all out there.

Like Jim said, we were both interested in art. Just a few days after we started having sex, he invited me to a community art fair. Multiple local artists came together twice a year and hosted an open-air show to advertise their works and to try and get more recognition for their art. There were multiple booths set up in the local park and people could wander about looking at what was available. We strolled around not finding much interesting until we came to one of the last booths. The woman there was showing fiber art. She apparently had a small loom and wove intricate patterns into scarves and hangings. The work was incredibly detailed and absolutely beautiful. It was clear that others thought the same thing as she was swamped with customers asking questions, buying items and even ordering custom pieces. She looked absolutely frazzled and tried to help several customers at the same time.

I mentioned to Jim that she needed some help and he suggested that we just go up and volunteer. I knew nothing about fiber art but I figured we could easily help sell the items she had on display. We worked our way forward and I leaned over to her and asked if she needed some help. There was a flash of uncertainty but she nodded yes, so we went around behind her main table. I announced to the crowd that any purchases were to be made with me and special orders and questions were to be directed to…then I realized we didn’t even know her name. I turned to her and she smiled and told us her name was Abby and we told her ours.

After that things went much better for her; she was able to lock down new orders while Jim and I took the money or credit cards for the sales. In no time at all the crowd thinned out and within a few hours she was sold out. Jim and I then helped tear down the canopy and fold up the tables before dragging them to a rental truck that she had. Once everything was packed up, she turned to us with a big smile and thanked us over and over. I used the opportunity to ask about her work and just as we were getting ready to leave, she turned to us and said, “You guys really saved me today. How about I buy you dinner?”

Jim and I had nothing pressing so we agreed but only if we were allowed to buy drinks and spring for the tip. After making reservations at a little bistro, she took off in her truck and we drove home. About an hour later we all met at the restaurant. I was struck at how attractive she was. At the fair she was simply dressed in an apron and with her hair in a pony tail. At dinner she had dressed up in nice slacks, a thin top with apparently no bra and her beautiful brunette hair was loose around her shoulders. Her curves were a little fuller than mine and her boobs were certainly bigger, too.

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Adventures of Mega: Head Game

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Mega opened one eye and peeked around the room. Her body told her that she had a very interesting night, she slept wonderfully and that she was not in the privacy of her hotel room. She sat up holding the duvet to her body surveying her surroundings more thoroughly. About to give up and grab her clothes that were laid out neatly on the bed, she spotted a note next to her bag.

“Sorry I had to run out for an important business meeting. Make yourself at home….or not. ~D.” Mega turned the paper over and frowned, No number? Disappointment washed over her face. Skipping her undergarments, she stepped into her sweats, threw the rest of her belongings in her bag and headed towards the door.

In the lobby, the same security guard was sitting at the front desk and when he saw her jumped up to speak her.

“Excuse me.” He looked like a taller version of Cedric the Entertainer and looked at her as if he could see into her soul.

She stepped back, “Yes?”

He spoke closing the gap between the two of them. Mega’s first instinct was to open it more, but she did not want to come off in an bad kind of way so she let him into her personal space. He whispered, “Davis told me to let you know that if you needed a ride back to your car to let me know and I will call for a car. Or, if you needed to be brought home.”

“Its not far, I will walk.” She stepped past the guard.

“He actually you would say that. He insists and it would be his pleasure for skipping out so early.” His facial expression gave away that he was supposed to be a little bit more discreet than that.

Her answer was turning around and heading for the door. Outside the air was crisp and refreshing on her warm face. Brushing off the fact that she had just broken her number one do not do (one night stands with strangers), she made her walk back to her rental. She had just enough time to shower, check out of her hotel and make it back home by dinner time.

Once back in her hotel room, Mega noticed that the message light on her phone was blinking. Anyone who knew where she was for the weekend, knew to call her cell phone. Having no missed calls, she sat on the side of the bed, naked, with a white hotel towel barely wrapped around her breast and placed the receiver to her ear. “You have one new message, please press one to receive your message or–”

Pressing one, she continued to listen, “Mega,” her heart stopped at the familiar chocolate voice, “Davis. maltepe escort I’m so very sorry that I had to run out like that. It sounds bad but I put the rest of your money in your bag along with my number. Please don’t be alarmed that I know where you’re staying. I know things. Talk to you soon. I hope.”

She hit seven to erase the message and walked over to her bag. Inside, was the an envelope and a slip of paper with ten digits written in black ink.

Call him, her thoughts nudged her.

Mega sat on side of the tub and pulled out her cell. She wanted to be sure that he had her number so they could keep in contact.

He answered on the first ring, “Davis Hamilton?”

Mega sucked in her breath, Hamilton? Hamilton. Hamilton! Oh, shit, can’t be!

“Hello?” He was about to hang up.

“Davis? Hi, Mega. Hi.” She slapped her forehead.

“Mega?” He whispered, “I’m in a very important meeting. Call you back.” Davis clicked his cell phone off and smiled to himself once noticed the 203 area code and not the hotel’s.

Mega climbed in the shower and washed the sweaty sex off of her curvy body.

She had barely dried off when her cell buzzed.

“Hello?” She cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder as she began to apply lotion to her body.

“Did I catch you before you left town?” Davis was on the other end.

“Was just thinking of staying another night.” She smiled into the receiver.

“On account of me?”

“No. Me. I’m liking the mattress on this bed.” Mega raised her leg up onto the bed and moisturized it.

“Oh yeah? How’s that treating you. I know the owner, I can file a complaint.” He confirmed it. He was the Davis Hamilton. He was the owner of this very chain of hotels she always told her assistant to book. “No complaints here. All smiles.”

“Good. Can I talk you into a late lunch?”

Mega glanced at the clock, the neon lights read, 11:49. She sighed, “I really have a few minutes to check out and get on the road for home. So much paperwork to do after these meetings and-“

He cut her off, “You can say ‘no’, spare me the excuses.”

“Its not that, its-“

“I will have you on the road by one. Skip the check-out, don’t worry about it, I’m sure the owner won’t mind and just enjoy this beautiful New York afternoon with me.” Before she could say it, he spoke, “Wear something comfortable. Wear anything. Or nothing. pendik escort Just say yes.”

“Okay.” He was exhausting.

“Great. Leave your rental key and your belongings. I will have someone return the rental and one of my cars will drive you to your front door. That’s all I ask. Let me make up my rudeness from this morning.”

“Really I-” She began to protest.

“I insist. Tell me you really want to drive home in Sunday traffic?” Silence, “That’s what I thought. Be out front, say 12:15? Is that enough time.”

Do I really have a choice? She thought.

“If you need more time, say the word.”

“12:30.”

“Only giving me thirty minutes, not even, but okay. See you at 12:30 in the lobby.”

She took her time. Debating whether or not she should wear jeans and a t-shirt or put on one of her business suits. Choosing comfort, she threw a t-shirt over her drying natural hair behind a headband, pulled her jeans over waist and stepped into her flats.

It was 12:25 when she rode the elevator down to the lobby. It was busier than when she made her ascent to her room, but she spotted him talking to the concierge at the front door. They were deep in a laughing conversation when the gentleman cleared his throat and nodded her way. Davis turned to face her and she almost lost her balance when she caught wind of his scent. It was heavenly and if they were in a different place, she probably would have jumped up and attacked him.

“Early. I like it.” He looked at his watch. “After you.” He stepped to the side and she couldn’t tell if she liked his cockiness or if it was turning her off. Taking the lead she smiled at the concierge holding the door open for her.

Once outside a town car was waiting and a woman held the door open for them. He spoke to her quietly as she responded with a kind smile and a nod.

Getting into the car, Davis moved closer to Mega and whispered in her ear, “I would fuck you right here if I you’d let me.”

“I’d let you.” Mega’s eyes went wide. That’s not what she intended on saying out loud.

Davis was just as shocked as she was, “Oh, my. Well, I would definitely need more than thirty minutes to eat.” He licked his lips.

“Take all the time you need.” There was no turning back now, she could tell that he was reliving last night by the look in his eyes. She looked up at the driver.

Davis reached over and pressed a button, sending ümraniye escort a tinted window up between them and the driver, “You do this often?”

“Nah, I’m just prepared.”

He began unbuttoning her pants, but she stopped him. There was something she wanted to do so very badly to him. She unbuckled his pants, reached in and grabbed ahold of his hardening dick. “Mmmm,” She moaned as she slid him between her lips. Letting her tongue dance circles around his head she sucked more of him into her mouth. She heard him gasp for air as she slid all the way down his fully hard shaft; gagging a little, he was thicker than what she was used to. Mega found pleasure in pleasing men. It made her cum. If he was into it, she could cum harder sucking dick than being fucked. And the way he thrusted his hips upward, she knew she was going to enjoy this.

With half of him in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the length of his shaft, “Oh goodness.” He breathed out as she deep throated him once again. “Oh, God.” He called out for mercy. He didn’t want to cum so quickly, but the way her tongue danced over his thickness he was on the brink of an orgasm. His body jolted forward forcing down her throat further and she took it. Teeth grazed his shaft and it sent a shiver up his spine. “Ahh.”

He began to thrust faster in her mouth as she slobbed on his dick, swirling her tongue and pumping her fist with his motions. Mega patted his stomach making him slow down. She didn’t cum yet and she was determined to get hers. “Slow down.”

“It just feels so good.”

She went back to work. Removing her hand from the shaft she began to deepthroat him in a swift motion. Up and down. Up. Suck on the head. Down. Lick the shaft. She found her rhythm again and was close to cumming herself.

He bent over and in her ear said, “Damn, Mega, the way you suck my cocky. Damn. Your head game make a dude fall in love.”

She came and thought Aww shit, Mega you did it again. Pull back, baby. And with that she focused on his head once more. Twirling it between her lips and tongue. Making it wet. He reached for her afro and fucked her face til he exploded into her mouth. She wanted to spit, but he wouldn’t let go of her head as he filled her mouth with warm cum. Luckily, it didn’t taste so bad and she swallowed as his orgasm subsided.

He was exasperated, but reached over and handed her a napkin. She wiped, but didn’t spit like he expected. Mega smiled at him when his eyes widened and a devilish grin spread across his face.

“Mega.” He nodded and smiled. “I got plans for you.”

She didn’t know what that meant, but she grinned out the window as she noticed they were sitting in Sunday afternoon traffic on I95.

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The Locker Room Pt. 02

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The Locker Room (Part 2)

Kathryn M. Burke

It didn’t take long for Camilla to see what she had done by encouraging Matt and her sister to entwine their bodies.

It wasn’t that he was any less attentive to her, in bed or out of it; but she could tell that he made every effort to spend as much time with—and in—Naomi as he could. Over the next several weeks she read the writing on the wall clearly and distinctly, and by the end of October she ordered Matt to sit down with her for a talk when Naomi was away.

“So,” she began slow, “you and Naomi.”

“What about us?” Matt said nervously.

“Oh, come on, Matt. I’m not blind. You’re really taken with her.”

“Well, sure I am! She’s awfully sweet. But that doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

“I wonder about that.”

“Oh, Camilla, you know you’re my best girl!”

“It’s very nice of you to say that, but I don’t think you’re telling the truth.”

“Camilla!”

“You love her, don’t you?”

“I guess I do.”

“More than me?”

“Oh, Camilla, how can you quantify love? It’s not possible.”

“I think it is. You do love her more.”

“I don’t!”

“Look, Matt, it’s okay. I’m not upset. It’s just how things work out sometimes. Naomi may be my twin sister, but we’re not the same. And you just like her as a person and as a woman better than you like me. That’s fine—it’s just how it is.”

“Even if that were so, why can’t we just continue—”

“Continue with you bopping both of us? Well, I suppose we could, but I really want a guy of my own—one who doesn’t think me second best.”

“I don’t—”

“You do. Anyway, my mind is made up. I’ll be moving out in a few weeks, as soon as I can find a place of my own.”

“Camilla, you really don’t have to do that.”

“I do, and I will. Really, Matt, no hard feelings. Have fun with Naomi—marry her, for all I care. I’ll be happy to have you as my brother-in-law.”

And with that, she left the house.

This happened on a Saturday, and as she wandered around campus, she became lost in thought. At some point she found a little diner to have a quick meal, and then she resumed her walk. She heard some sort of hubbub in the distance and made her way toward it. At first she couldn’t figure out what it was: it was a sort of roaring or shouting from a long distance away. Then she realized it must be coming from the football stadium. Of course! There was a game on, and at this college, football was a big thing to a lot of people. She couldn’t care less about sports, especially about football—all the players were just a bunch of beefy, thick-headed jocks, weren’t they?—but she headed in the direction of the stadium, just to peek in on an aspect of campus life that she knew nothing about.

Maybe it would help to take her mind off things.

The game now appeared to be over, as she saw a huge crowd of people filing out of the stadium. She had to fight her way in just as the fans were coming out. God knows what she was doing there—she still walked around as if in a daze.

The next thing she knew, she found herself in front of a door marked “HOME LOCKER ROOM / NO ADMITTANCE.”

Well, a silly sign like that wasn’t going to stop her. She strode right in.

The men of the Farquhar College team were apparently celebrating a victory, if the high-fives and slaps on the back they were giving each other were any indication. Many of them were already in various stages of undress, putting away their bulky equipment and heading for the showers. A large number of them were black, and Camilla couldn’t help but admire the sleek, sweat-covered physiques of the guys: they all looked delectable, whether they had milk chocolate or dark chocolate complexions! And the muscles on these guys—Omigod! Matt was a fine physical specimen, but he had nothing on these huge, sculpted men.

So what else could she do but start undressing?

Her actions were almost automatic. In a daze, she peeled off her coat, then her shoes and socks, and then her blouse, skirt, bra, and panties. Incredibly, only a few of the guys even noticed her presence, since she was in a far corner of the locker room where not a whole lot of people were present. But pretty soon, she came under notice.

“Hey, look at that babe!” someone said.

“Oh, man, what a piece!” someone else said.

But most of them said nothing. They merely got up from the benches they were sitting on and approached her, partially or completely unclothed as they were.

Camilla had never seen so much undraped masculine flesh before. And the organs some of these guys had—Jesus, she thought she’d faint as she saw their cocks all rise to the occasion! How could she not feel flattered?

“Hi, guys,” she said with unusual shyness.

The men were actually salivating as they surrounded her. She was so small, and they were so big, that she seemed like a pygmy by comparison; but that didn’t stop them from wanting her. The guy nearest to her reached anadolu yakası escort out to stroke her face—a surprisingly tender gesture. Then he let his hand slide down to one of her breasts, which he squeezed with a delicacy that surprised and touched her.

Another guy had come up from behind and was running his hands all up and down her back, including her thighs and bottom. And another pair of guys had managed to find a small, thin mattress from somewhere, which they now placed on a bare spot on the locker room floor. Camilla knew what this meant, and she made her way there and lay down on her back. Her action spoke volumes: Come and get me, guys!

And they did. Over the next hour and a half or so, they poked her in every way possible—one, two, or even three at a time. There were moments when she all but disappeared from sight, as the men probing her were so enormous that she could hardly be seen. There were at least forty men in that locker room, and every one of them wanted to touch her, or to taste her, or to enter one of her three orifices.

Camilla had never done double penetration before, but she found it a stimulating experience. There were, of course, different types of double penetration: mouth and pussy, mouth and anus, and the most intense of all—pussy and anus. There was a time when one guy lay on his back on the mattress, with Camilla on top of him; he entered her pussy, while another guy came up from behind and plugged up her bottom; then a third guy approached from the front, lifted up her head gently, and stuffed his cock in her mouth. Even this wasn’t the end, as two other guys placed themselves on either side of her, each taking a hand and placing it on his cock. Manipulating five male organs at once was quite a task, even though the two that were in her lower cavities were doing most of the work themselves; all she was doing was providing the places for their entry.

They came over and over again, and as soon as one guy finished, another took his place. She marveled at how different each cock felt in her mouth or vagina or ass: they were long and thin, short and thick, long and thick, straight, curved, and everything in between. There were black cocks, white cocks, Asian cocks, Latino cocks. This was something like a United Nations of cocks!

Much as Camilla was thrilled at all the attention she was getting—a strong antidote to what she felt was Matt’s increasing indifference to her—she gradually came to the realization that she had bitten off more than she could chew. The men just kept on coming, in every sense of the term. She thought she might have passed out a couple of times; and every time she woke up, she sensed another guy poking her in one orifice or another. She had now lapsed into total passivity, letting the men toss her around like a ragdoll, entering her at will and showering her with come all over her body—face, breasts, stomach, thighs, back, bottom, and everywhere else.

The whole tumultuous session only came to an end when a sharp voice said, “Hey, what’s going on here?”

Camilla thought a coach must have shown up to take charge of the situation. But in fact it wasn’t a coach—it was an African American player named DeAndre Wilkins.

He was the team’s star running back, and he had been instrumental in the victory earlier that day. He and a few other players and several coaches had been talking to the media for more than an hour in postgame interviews, and DeAndre had only now drifted down to the locker room to get cleaned up.

When he saw the mass of male bodies surrounding the helpless female in their midst, he quickly approached and, surveying the situation, barked, “Get off of her, guys.”

“But DeAndre,” one man who was waiting to get his turn with the girl, “she wanted us to do her!”

“I don’t care. Get off of her—right now.”

DeAndre held such a position of honor and respect on the team that the other guys immediately pulled out of Camilla, even though one or two of them were achingly close to spurting their seed over her. As the naked form now languished in a heap on the mattress, he bent down to her.

“Are you okay, miss?” he said with obvious concern.

A kind of dreamy smile came over Camilla’s face. “Sure, I’m okay. . . . I was happy to have them enjoy me.”

DeAndre had a somewhat rigid code of morals: his parents had emphasized that women in particular needed to be treated with courtesy and respect, and he felt that his teammates had woefully violated that principle. Looking at her come-spattered body, he said, mostly to himself, “We need to get her into the shower.”

He didn’t take her there immediately. Instead, he went to his own locker, quickly stripped naked, and then returned to Camilla. Scooping her up effortlessly in his arms, he walked into the communal shower stall, turned on the water, and held Camilla in various ways to make sure the come was washed off of her body. Then he called a teammate over, placed Camilla in his hands, and lathered ataşehir escort her up with soap. Another rinse, and she seemed reasonably clean. In fact, her skin now had a rosy glow, and she felt fabulous as the hot spray revived her.

DeAndre couldn’t trouble to put her own clothes back on her, even if he could have found them in the now untidy locker room. So he carried her to his locker, fished out one of his own jerseys, and managed to get it on her. He did find Camilla’s coat and her purse; so after he got dressed himself, he picked her up again—she was still not very steady on her feet—and carried her out of the facility and to his car.

He placed her in the back seat, so she could recline at full length. At some point he had managed to get her name and tell her his.

“Can I take you home now, Camilla?” he said.

Camilla, who had been on the point of nodding off, suddenly woke up. “No! I don’t want to go there!”

“You really ought to go home and get some rest.”

“I tell you, I don’t want to go home! Please—please, DeAndre, don’t take me there! Can’t I just, um, stay with you tonight?”

He frowned. “All right. I don’t know what your situation is, but if you’re that dead set against it, you can stay at my place.”

Along the drive, Camilla haltingly told him the situation with Matt and her twin sister. Shaking his head with disapproval at the bed-hopping she was describing, he said little.

They got to his apartment in short order. It proved to be a spacious two-bedroom pad, austerely but tastefully furnished. Some alumni had contributed to giving this rising star a comfortable place to settle down when he wasn’t in class or on the gridiron.

Camilla was getting quite used to having this big, strong man carry her around in his arms, and she only reluctantly got to her feet once he had entered the place. Even so, she had to stagger to the sofa, as her legs were still pretty unsteady.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” DeAndre asked politely.

“No, thanks,” she said in a small voice.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine—just a little tired . . . and sore.”

“Then you’d better go right to bed.”

He nodded to the guest bedroom, where there was a small bed that had clearly not been used in a while.

DeAndre himself was tired, and he was making his way to his own bedroom—which had a much larger, queen-size bed. But then he noticed that Camilla hadn’t made a move.

“Something the matter?” he said.

Camilla was tracing circles on the couch with a lazy finger. She remained silent for quite a while, then said: “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

DeAndre peered at her closely. He didn’t think she was being merely a coquette—he sensed that she really was going through some emotional turmoil. His expression softened as he said, “Okay, you can be in my bed.”

A broad smile came over Camilla’s face, and it touched DeAndre right in his heart.

“Do you, um, have some nightwear for me?” she said. That jersey surely wouldn’t do.

“Actually, I do have a nightgown, if you’d care to wear it,” he said a little nervously. “Don’t worry—it’s clean.”

That wasn’t what Camilla was worried about. Whose nightgown is it, exactly? Does he have a girlfriend who just happens not to be here tonight?

“That’ll be fine,” she said.

He fished it out of the closet and tossed it to her. DeAndre himself only slept in his underwear—but since he figured they’d already been naked in front of each other (even if Camilla hadn’t been very aware of his nudity in the locker room), he didn’t think much of disrobing in front of her.

But Camilla, taking the jersey off and putting the nightgown on over her head, watched in fascination as DeAndre blandly revealed his incredible physique to her—the broad shoulders, expansive chest, washboard stomach, stovepipe thighs, and tapered calves. She covered her mouth in awe, almost fainting at the spectacle of this astonishing display of male beauty. And even though DeAndre kept his underwear on, she couldn’t help but notice a substantial bulge underneath the thin white fabric.

She slipped into bed next to him, feeling like a little girl sharing space with her dad. Were they going to go right to sleep? Wouldn’t there even be a little cuddling first? She just didn’t know what to make of this heart-stoppingly handsome man. Was he attracted to her at all? Did he only come to her rescue in that locker room out of decency and chivalry?

As he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, she ventured to snuggle up next to him. He deigned to place an arm around her back as she draped her own arm across his muscular chest. It was rock hard and entirely hairless, the nipples somewhat erect.

Camilla didn’t think she’d ever wanted a man more than at this moment. He was a prince, a god—and he was her savior. Didn’t he want some kind of reward for that?

She was also coming to a realization that her prior relations with men—even, bağdat caddesi escort or especially, with Matt—had been all wrong. She had previously taken pride in her sassiness, her boldness, the sharp tongue she wielded whenever she thought that some guy had overstepped his bounds with her. But now she sensed that this man was not going to take that sort of treatment. Without being in any way arrogant or full of himself, he was naturally dominant and he expected females to be—well, not passive or submissive exactly, but “feminine” in the classic sense of the term. There was not a shred of brutality or violence in him, except on the playing field; but she instinctively sensed that he wanted his women to be sweet and delicate. And she was ready to oblige.

Pasting little kisses on his shoulder and chest, she said, “Thank you again for saving me. I was reaching the end of my tether.”

“Why did you do it?” he said gently. “Was it just to get even with this Matt guy?”

“Partly,” she admitted. “Maybe I just wanted to prove to myself that I was still—desirable.”

“You don’t need to have any worries on that score.”

“Really? You find me desirable? I guess you saw everything I have to offer.” She blushed a little, remembering how he had carried her around naked in the locker room.

“I only saw your physical assets—not your mind or heart.”

“Well, I hope you can get to know those things too.”

Camilla was so bold as to give him a kiss on the mouth. He kissed back, and encouraged by that, she began placing little kisses all over his barrel chest, working her way down to his stomach, and then to his groin. With a naughty glance at him, she pulled down his underwear to his knees, exposing his organ.

“Oh, my goodness,” she breathed.

It must have been at least ten inches long—or would be soon, once it got fully erect. It was swelling and hardening before her eyes: she’d never seen anything quite like it, since most of the guys who were in this position with her were already as big as they were going to get. But as his member kept engorging, her mouth dropped and her eyes widened.

“You shouldn’t be doing this,” he said mildly.

But that gentle rebuke wasn’t about to dissuade her. With one hand she raised up his cock to a vertical position, and with the other she took hold of his enormous balls. Then she popped the first few inches of the cock into her mouth. She was no expert in deep throat, and that was all she could manage. But as she licked and sucked and actually chewed it a little, she got a good sense of its heft and texture. It tasted just fine!

She lifted herself up to her knees, peeled off the nightgown over her head, and squatted over his thighs. Taking his cock with both of her small hands, she first rubbed it against her thick bush. DeAndre made no protest. It’s possible he was too tired from his exertions during the game to make any strong objections; but she also sensed, from the fixed gaze he was giving to her naked form, that he was more than a little excited.

She had to raise herself up to get that huge cock into her vagina. At first she did nothing but rub it back and forth between her labia, coating it with the juices that were now flowing out of her. Then, slowly, she lowered herself inch by inch onto it, watching it disappear into herself with a sense of amazement, almost of shock.

Oh, man, was she filled! That enormous member actually vanished all the way into her, as she felt her labia pressed against his groin. And yet, it wasn’t merely that his cock was in her; she felt that his entire body had gone into her. And there was also a dim connection with his heart and soul, little as she knew of either so far. She somehow perceived that this was a man who had a lot more going for him than mere brawn; there was a kindness, a gentleness, a tenderness that in no way conflicted with the brute strength he displayed on the field, and Camilla intuitively grasped that the physical intimacy they were now enjoying would lead to emotional and spiritual intimacy as they got to know each other better.

But meanwhile, she was bouncing up and down on that magnificent cock, sometimes balancing herself by placing both hands on his chest. For his part, DeAndre at times reached up to seize her breasts, at other times reached behind her to squeeze her bottom. Throughout, he was gazing at her with the admiration her beauty and femininity deserved, and she already felt a renewed sense of her worth as a person and as a woman.

A kind of mild grimace now came over his face, and it became clear that he was about to reach his culmination. Camilla never wanted a man’s seed more than at this moment; and when he finally exploded, groaning heavily and sending multiple streams of his emission into her, she thought she could actually feel it splashing against the walls of her vagina. He kept coming and coming, filling her up so copiously that it engendered a shivery climax in her as well; and those shudders along her entire frame seemed to squeeze yet more come out of him, until she fell on top of him at full length.

His cock, lying between her legs, was still pulsating, sending little dollops of come onto her bottom. Meanwhile, his huge discharge was leaking out of her vagina, even though she desperately wanted it to remain in her as a reminder of their union.

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Written by Romane. Translated by Her Solitary Dreamer

Miss Sexy Voice then led me toward another part of the room, and made me sit on the ground, with legs spread and my hands on my back. I felt some hands, from somewhere behind me, come to rest on my breasts, just as some men were ejaculating on me. A young woman caressed my breasts, allowing the watery sperm to run between her fingers and my nipples. I do not know how many people came on me, but when I was spread out on a bench, I was completely drenched with cum.

My faced was coated, the sperm running down my chin and my breasts, even down into my pubic hair. I was once again spread out on a bench. Miss Sexy Voice asked me to rise, to straddle the bench, and then to lower myself slowly. As I was following her instructions, I felt hands spread my ass cheeks, and then a phallus, a real one this time, a warm phallus, and a quite lively one at that, pressed against my hole. It was not very big, and slid in easily.

I felt terribly sexy and really dirty and slutty when someone lifted my legs off the ground to the point that all of my weight was concentrated on my ass. Feminine hands were lifting my legs, while my arms were wrapped around their shoulders. They begin to lift me, forcing me to fuck the phallus, while my legs were mostly spread open. The man remained tranquilly reclined on the bench, and it was the young women who were making me bounce up and down on his penis. I was on fire, and when he came, he ejaculated a good measure of his semen in my ass.

After all that I had experienced, I was ready for anything. Even a dog would have sufficed in this affair. I was going to bang my head against the wall if anyone kept me from sliding my fingers into my pussy just once.

Miss Sexy Voice returned once again, led me to the middle of the room, and made me sit on the ground, once again with legs mostly spread and hands on my back.

I heard another voice telling someone to kneel on the ground. I then felt wet skin and a sexy bush lightly caressing my inner thighs.

I recognized Anne’s perfume, and became aroused, knowing that she would make me cum if anyone could do it.

“Your masks are going to be removed,” Miss Sexy Voice said, “and you will only have three minutes together to do whatever you want.”

My heart skipped a beat. We could now help each other cum!

My mask was removed, and I squinted even though the light was soft and somewhat dim. Anne was on her knees in front of me, and she was, as I, covered with pussy juices and semen. Her hair was still in place, but there were traces, although fine, of cum around her mouth. We kissed each other hungrily, licking up the sperm that we had on our faces and in our mouths, and it was then that she leaned back and offered me her sex, her pussy lips slightly spread by her fingers.

“Suck me, whore! Make me cum!,” she violently spat at me.

I then began to suck on her clitoris, and slid three fingers into her wet vulva, fucking her crazily with my fingers and my tongue. Anne began to moan and tremble, pulling my head closer to her, and rubbing her pussy against my face. I stopped and looked up.

“Eat my pussy too! Let me cum with you!,” I implored her.

“Don’t stop fucking me, bitch!”

Anne slid onto her back, keeping my face drawn to her pussy.

“Make me cum all over your face!”

Anne was as frustrated as I was. I succeeded in pulling away from her grip, rolled her over, and turned her around on the ground. Anne responded by sliding on top of my body, spreading my legs wide open, and then attacking my vulva with her tongue as though she were a madwoman. She pressed her pussy against my mouth, and I began to suck hers as well. We fingered each other while licking our clits, until, at last, after a long moment of fucking, I was able to feel the first waves of my orgasm approaching. Anne was at the same point. I could feel her vaginal muscles pressing more and more against my fingers.

Only a few more seconds and . . . someone took her from on top of me, and some hands held me down on the ground.

“NO! GOD, NO! I WANT TO CUM! I WAS GOING TO CUM!,” I shouted into the room.

Anne echoed my sentiments.

My mother appeared before us, and I could not believe my eyes. She stood in front of the two of us, dressed in long leather boots that went up to her thighs, wearing a leather harness of sorts that wrapped around her breasts, with chains that ran from the harness and disappeared between her thighs. She was even wearing leather gloves that went up to her elbows. She remained in kadıköy escort front of us, her hands on her hips, radiating an animal warmth.

“Let these bitches continue to suck each other,” she said.

Miss Sexy Voice told us that we could continue with our amorous frolic. I turned my head, and looked at her, discovering an exquisite woman looking back at me, a woman twenty-eight years of age, with full breasts, dark hair, and a very sensual mouth. I then noticed that her pubis was shaven, as was the pussy of one of her lovers, a young woman who was in the process of fingering Miss Sexy Voice’s cunt.

Anne climbed back on top of me, and we resumed our soixante-neuf, both of us knowing that this time we were going to cum. Anne and I fingered and sucked each other. I felt my pussy begin to ache with tension, preparing to cum, and I hoped that we would be able to finish this time. Anne’s pussy was doing the same thing under the care of my fingers, and we approached the fateful moment.

Anne came first, and she savagely thrust her hips against me. Then I came in turn, moaning with a guttural sound, my orgasm rocking and shaking my very soul. I could feel Anne shuddering on top of me, my shivering body shuddering as well.

When we had finally finished, Anne lay on top of me, and I gently kissed her sweet and wet pussy. She turned around, while continuing to caress my inner thighs, so that our mouths could join together in a sexy kiss. We could both taste our own juices on the other’s lips, juices mixed with a slight trace of semen. After our long and tender fuck, Anne rolled over next to me, and looked around the room.

The room was decorated as though it were a grand salon, with chairs, sofas, a bench, many footstools, and a coffee table. In all of the rooms, the people were either naked or dressed in sexy clothes.

I realized that Anne and I were equally naked. Someone had removed the last of our clothes, our stockings and hose, but I do not recall at what moment that actually happened.

I saw a blonde woman with a shaven pussy straddling an enormous cock, and then a man with a much smaller dick beginning to fuck the asshole of another woman.

Miss Sexy Voice was having her shaven pussy blown by a young woman of my age while sitting on a sofa with her legs on the girl’s shoulders.

A man ejaculated next to her, and I could see his sperm shoot all the way over to her full breasts. The girl stopped sucking on her pussy, and began her attack on the man’s phallus in an attempt to clean it. The girl then returned to Miss Sexy Voice, and proceeded to lick the semen from her breasts.

Anne showed me something, a woman seated on a stool, her pussy being assaulted by an impressively large penis, her face being crushed by the legs of another woman straddling her face.

It was a veritable orgy!

I looked for my mother, and found her. I blinked when I spotted her. Three men were shooting long, stringy loads of cum all over her body and her breasts, while another woman was sucking her off. My mother avidly licked their pricks, when a redhead arrived in order to spread their cum across my mother’s face.

Anne and I looked at each other, and then she gathered a little of the sperm from her breasts in order to wipe it across my face. I felt sexy, and very slutty. Since my own breasts were dripping with semen, I offered them to her, and she began to lick them. One guy even knelt behind me, holding his large penis near my clitoris, and masturbated his cock.

“Spray it on her face!,” I said to him. He enthusiastically did so a few seconds later.

Some drops of his cum landed on my breasts, and then Anne sucked on his cock. Anne and I kissed, and she offered me the juicy, sticky cum that she had in her mouth.

She went back and forth, sucking his cock, then kissing me more and more passionately.

A man looked at us, and then I felt my pussy being probed by something. His cock? I looked below me, between my thighs, and saw a woman wearing a strap-on behind me, pressing her toy against my vulva. She knew how to use the dildo. A little while later, she was pumping me from behind, leaning over my back and holding on to me, helping me to a new orgasm.

Anne slid out from under me, and I saw her get on all fours in front of a man who had to be in his fifties. He had a body that was thin and short, and a thick cock that would do well in Anne’s ass. I watched them until I began to have another orgasm. The woman leaned forward to kiss and thank me, licking my ear, all before beginning a kartal escort quest to find another woman to fuck.

Anne did a wonderful job of taking his cock into her ass, and I slid below her in order to kiss her pussy. I felt another cock in me, which fucked me until it came. I just wanted to kiss Anne and pinch her nipples, and then she came in turn. I felt semen spreading and leaking from my grotto before the man’s cock was replaced by a woman’s mouth. She licked me ravishingly, the sperm mixed with my juices, and I knew that I was going to cum soon. I wanted to see who she was.

I looked below and saw long red hair. The woman raised her head and said, “I always knew that you had a delicious pussy,” and then returned to licking me.

I actually knew her!

“Miss Palmer!?,” I said, surprised to see my English professor naked, sucking greedily on my pussy.

She sat down, her fine breasts in contrast to her large pink nipples, her face wet with the rose wine from my pussy. She smiled at me, told me that she had always wanted to lick my pussy, and then she slid three fingers into its interior, working my clitoris with her thumb, all while sucking and licking on my breasts.

The fiftysomething man came in Anne’s ass, having buried himself so deeply in her, and then the both of them watched Miss Palmer licking on my breasts and rubbing my clit to orgasm. Miss Palmer then offered her red bush to Anne, who licked and sucked my professor in turn, causing her to moan. I rose to suck on my teacher’s fine, firm breasts.

“You are very hot girls!,” she said to us. “Truly vicious bitches, which I adore.”

She came, crying in long moans, dripping all over Anne’s face. We kissed her, allowing her to tickle us both until she rose, abandoning us in search of other pleasures. Around us were increasingly more people whom we had already seen, I am sure of it, but I also saw some new faces, sexes, and bodies. I no longer saw Miss Palmer and Miss Sexy Voice. My mother was spread out on her back, being fucked and licked aggressively by a young woman twenty-five years of age.

A man in his thirties asked us if we would like to have something to drink. We asked him what sort of drinks he had to offer, but he only led us into room with a bar where he merely served us orange juice. The man told us that we were the most immodest tarts that he had ever seen. We thanked him, and upon returning to the other room, we found my mother seated in a chair, having someone munch on her pussy. I went over to her, and asked her how long we were going to stay here.

“If you want to go home, the key to the car is in my locker, number 358,” she said.

The woman who was munching on my mother’s pussy began to masturbate me.

“I know someone who can take me home. If not, you are free to stay here as long as I am here.”

We told her that we were ready to go home. We were exhausted, and no longer had enough steam to return to combat. She told us that she would be home late, and that we were free to do whatever we wanted until she returned, including fucking our boyfriends at the house.

We went into the locker room in order to find the key to the car. We grabbed our clothes, and, once dressed, we realized that I was only wearing shoes and a dress, and that Anne was only wearing shoes, her miniskirt, and her bustier. The semen and girl juices were a little too obvious on our bodies. We tried to clean up our upper bodies a little, never noticing that there were showers behind the last row of lockers.

We headed toward the exit, but stopped to ask a man for directions back home.

“Follow the signs. It’s not too difficult!,” he said to us.

He was too busy sliding his erect phallus between the amply-endowed breasts of a young woman.

We walked out into the warm air of night, and easily found the car. We noticed that we had stayed at that place for more than five hours. I left the parking lot, and a little while later, having followed the signs, we found a road that we recognized.

“I cannot bring myself to believe what just happened!,” said Anne. “Do you realize that we acted like a bunch of bitches in heat in front of all of those people?”

“And my mother,” I said to her.

“Oh, yes! Your mother was not bad either.”

I did not actually want to talk about my mother, but I hoped that she knew what I was thinking about.

“Did you see how your mother liked to have those guys cum on her?”

“You also liked that, did you not?,” I asked her.

“Yes, but . . .”

“Me too. And you kurtköy escort were covered with sperm when we removed our masks,” I reminded her.

“Me!,” she cried. “You had semen dripping down your entire body!”

“And that pleased you?,” I inquired.

“How you say that!,” she said to me with a mischievous wink.

This entire conversation reminded me of the sticky cum and juices that I had on my breasts, my stomach, and on other places. My ass was still sticky, and my pussy was still wet. I drove carefully.

“And who treated me like a bitch and a whore?,” I asked her.

“Excuse me, but the desire to cum was too strong, and you had stopped sucking on my clit just as I was about to cum. I was breathless with desire.”

“Listen, you fucking fool, if you had done a soixante-neuf with me from the start . . .”

I was going crazy, because Anne had not guessed how hot I was, and what I wanted to do.

“Fool, fucking fool!,” she said. “Wait until we get back home, and I will show you who’s the fucking fool!”

We stopped talking, and began to laugh.

Once home, we took off our clothes and kissed each other on the parts of our bodies that we had not paid attention to earlier. Anne’s hand began to slide between my thighs.

“Wait a minute!,” I said to her. “I would like to take a shower. I feel dirty and sticky.”

“Hmm, me too. I feel sticky with sperm. And afterwards your fucking fool will lick you until you are begging to cum.”

“Ooh, you are my favorite fucking fool. Let’s take our shower!”

We went into the bathroom, and began to run the water in the shower. Anne offered me no respite, kneeling before me and licking my pussy while the water warmed up. Despite the difficult ordeal that she had suffered, my pussy began to grow wet, and her fingers caressed my lips while I pressed into the glass of the shower door.

“You are a greedy little one,” I said, opening the door. “You can eat me under the water of the shower!”

Anne did not budge, licking my clitoris, which made me hot and horny. I decided that after I came, I would take the shower.

She only had a few more flicks of the thumb to go, and then she stopped. Sweet revenge!

“Well, go ahead and take that shower!,” she said.

“You bitch!,” I said to her. “Don’t stop now!”

“Hahaha. You were just about ready to cum?,” the little slut asked me.

“Eat me, whore, lick my clit!,” I said, trying to force her to the ground.

Anne began to flick my clit again, which began to calm me.

“I wager that you would like to suck up my juices right now,” Anne said to me.

I moaned, trying to get her to go down between my legs and finish.

“Or would you prefer to have a mouthful of cum squirting from a superb phallus?”

I moaned again, and said to her, “Be quiet, and make me cum, bitch!”

Anne laughed and began to lick my clit again. I came, my body trembling, my vulva surging with spasms while I held Anne’s head closer to me.

When I regained my composure, I thanked her and kissed her on the lips. We climbed into the shower and washed each other, and I returned the favor by going down on her and sucking her clit until she came.

Then, we climbed onto my bed, kissed, played with each other, each climbing over the other. We nibbled on each other plenty of times, and Anne even came on my breasts, covering me with her sweet juices.

We were both naked, intertwined, and ready to go to sleep when my mother arrived.

She woke both of us up when she turned on the light in the room. It was warm, and we were only partially covered by our sheets. I was sleeping with my arm on Anne, holding one of her breasts in my hand.

My mother smiled and asked us if we had had a good time. Half asleep, we responded with a “yes.”

“Come here!,” she said to us. “I bought something for you two on the way home.”

She gave us each a present enclosed in a box. We opened them and discovered vibrators inside. Both were of a nice size, and had a realistic look to them. They even had batteries.

“Awesome!,” said Anne.

I joined her in thanking my mother. My mother wished us a good night, and went to bed. Anne and I stayed awake, playing with our new toys until sleepiness got the better of us.

The next morning, my mother rose before us, and made us get up to have breakfast. She had a shrewd smile at the corners of her lips when she looked at us. Our sheets were turned down at the foot of the bed. Anne was fondling my breast from behind, and my vibe, long since extinguished, was still in my pussy.

We showered, dressed, and when my mother left for work, we thought of all of the ways that we were going to use our new vibes. It was going to be a very long and hot day!!!

The following night, we did not think that the batteries lasted long enough!

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Loving Brother Ch. 01

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Calvin was sprawled on the couch when his younger sister came into the living room. All he had on was a soft pair of shorts with an elastic waistband. He had one muscular leg thrown up on the top of the couch’s back. His other foot was on the floor.

Terry made a face at him that was meant to show her disgust and then flopped in the big overstuffed chair in the corner. “Why don’t you go put some clothes on?” she asked and then wondered why she always made a big deal out of how he dressed.

“What do you call these shorts? I’m wearing clothes, so buzz off.”

Terry made the face again and shook her head. “You’re always wearing those shorts. At least when mom and dad aren’t around.”

Calvin shrugged. “I like them. They’re comfortable.”

“They are too small.” They were small and fit him perfectly. A little too perfectly sometimes, especially in the morning on his way to the bathroom. Terry shivered slightly as he eyes flicked to the front of the shorts and then quickly away.

Calvin grinned as he caught her eyes darting toward his dick outlined in the front of the shorts. He had been daydreaming about a girl he had met at the college library and was semi hard.

After a moment he said, “They are the perfect size. If I sit just right and flex my hips the head of my dick can peek out of the leg opening.”

Terry made the face at him and whispered, “That’s gross. Anyway, who in their right mind would want to see your little dick?” The fact was, she had seen the head of his dick several times that way and it wasn’t all that little. It was a hell of a lot bigger than the only one she had ever messed with by a long ways.

“You for one,” Calvin shot back with a laugh. “I’ve seen you sneaking peeks.”

Terry shivered again, lifted her heels to the edge of the chair, and hugged her knees to keep Calvin from see it. She could feel the cloth of the cotton shorts she wore pull up tight against her pussy. She had been up in her room and hadn’t planned to go out so she had not put on panties or a bra.

To change the subject and to get the conversation off herself, Terry asked, “Which slut are you dating this week?”

“Hey! A few of the girls I have dated might have been easy but none of them were sluts. Well, except for Mary Fisher, that is, but everyone has to start somewhere.”

Terry had to smile in spite of herself. “Yeah, Mary was a slut and still is from what I hear.”

Calvin nodded as a devilish smile crossed his lips. “She sure could suck a dick,” he said wistfully as he watched his sister out of the corner of his eye. When she squirmed, he asked, “Have you ever gotten around to learning how to do that?”

“That’s none of your fucking business!” she said hotly and then blushed. She blushed even deeper as she realized the hot reply and blush had told her brother far more than she wanted him to know.

“Whose “business” was it?” Calvin asked with a laugh.

Terry ignored the question since any answer would give away information. “Did you ever learn to eat pussy?” She asked figuring a good offense would work to her advantage.

Calvin never batted an eye as he replied, “I sure did, and there is nothing better, except for fucking that is. Most chicks go ape shit with a tongue in their oven. It gets them all fired up and ready to try and fuck my dick off.”

Terry sat there looking at her brother with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. He had never said anything even remotely like that to her, ever. She was so shocked, she didn’t even blush. That is until Calvin looked her way and then she felt the blood rising from the tops of her breasts to her hairline.

A big grin crossed Calvin’s face as he said, “So you haven’t had your little pussy ate yet, I see.”

Terry groaned softly as she shook her head. She hadn’t been able to stop herself. Getting her pussy licked was one of her major fantasies. One she masturbated to almost daily.

“If you haven’t tried to give a blowjob yet, make him eat your pussy first. If he doesn’t eat pussy, then kick his ass to the curb; he won’t be worth a blowjob. That’s one of the first lessons I learned the hard way.”

When Terry continued to stare bug-eyed and did not say anything, Calvin looked back at the ceiling and grinned.

Silence was thick for several minutes and then Terry whispered, “I think I need to go back to my room.”

“Happy masturbating,” Calvin said and then laughed.

“Asshole!” Terry shot back.

“Anal sex, that’s always been a fantasy of mine. Does it run in the family?”

“What?” Terry said loudly and sharply. Her eyes were wide again.

“A couple of years ago, I came in from school early and caught dad fucking mother in the ass, right here on this couch. Luckily, they never knew I was here.”

“What?” Terry said again and then groaned softly. Calvin kept hitting her fantasies dead center. She was a virgin but love to stick things in her ass. It blew her mind when she masturbated.

Calvin looked over toward his sister. She was rocking back and forth in bostancı escort the chair slowly as she hugged her knees. “You like the idea of things in your ass, I take it.”

Terry almost said, “what” again but the rising hot blush made her look away from Calvin and shiver. “I never said that,” she growled.

“You didn’t have to. Your body is like an open book to me. Body language is so important when picking up girls.”

“Body language?” Terry asked and then felt like some sort of parrot repeating things.

“Hugging your knees means you have something to hide. Rocking back and forth and shivering as you did, means you are turned on by something deep down. Rocking back and forth also means you have pent up energy. There’s a ton of stuff to be read if you’re smart about it.”

“You and smart should never be used in the same sentence,” Terry shot back at her brother.

Terry wanted to release her knees but from the way her nipples tingled, almost painfully so, she knew they were hard and would show even under her blouse.

“I just like hugging my knees. It makes me feel safe and warm,” she added a moment later.

“Uh huh,” Calvin said still staring at his little sister.

“As for rocking, I do have energy. I always have energy. Shivering means nothing. I could be cold.”

“Right,” Calvin said with a grin. “If you put your knees down, your nipples would be trying to poke holes in that shirt.”

Terry hugged her knees tighter trying to push her nipples down. Trying to will them to go down was not working at all, just the opposite to tell the truth. “Like I said, I like hugging my knees.”

Calvin laughed again and flexed his hips to draw Terry’s eyes. It worked. She groaned softly at the sight of his fully hard dick outlined by the soft material of the shorts. It made a wide ridge up the front. She blushed and looked away quickly.

“You are so cute when you blush like that but then again you’ve always been cute. Now you are sexy and cute. A deadly combination for guys.”

Terry looked at him and then quickly looked away. “Yeah, right,” she said softly.

“No seriously, you have become one of the hottest girls I know. Even Gary says so.”

At the mention of Gary, Calvin’s best friend, Terry stiffened. What did he know, if anything? Was this why he was being so mean in teasing her? Had Gary run off at the mouth and let the cat out of the bag? So many questions all at once.

“Gary is as big an asshole as you are,” Terry said with another glance at her brother.

“Not quite but it is close,” Calvin said with a grin. “His dick ain’t nearly as big as mine and he still shies away from eating pussy. He’s more stupid than anything when it comes to girls.”

When Terry frowned, Calvin laughed. “You’ve got the hots for him, don’t you?”

“Fuck, no!” Terry said hastily.

“Or is it his “business” you were referring to earlier? If so it’s sure small business. You can do a hell of a lot better, believe me. Hell, he couldn’t even get Mary to give him a blowjob. She laughed.”

“He’s sweet,” Terry protested and then regretted it.

Gary’s dick was small but very sensitive. They had been kissing on the swing in the back yard one night. It had just happened. Neither one of them had planned it. He had felt of her breasts and nearly drove her crazy. She had rubbed his dick until he came in his pants.

Terry shivered under her brother’s gaze as she remembered that night and how embarrassed they both had been. Gary hadn’t spoken to her since. Again, she wondered if he had talked to Calvin. She also wondered where it would have ended if Gary hadn’t-.

Calvin interrupter her thoughts by asking, “Seriously, you’re not messing with him or anything are you? Like I said, you can do a hell of a lot better in so many ways.”

Terry shifted in her chair and thought very seriously about going back up to her room. The only problem was her hard nipples and having to walk past her brother with them making little tents in her blouse. He would laugh his ass off.

Calvin looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something.

Silence grew longer and thicker. Finally, Terry whispered, “I kissed him once. Well, more than once but just the one time.”

“You can’t be that bad of a kisser for him not to come back for more. There’s more here that you are not telling,” Calvin said thoughtfully.

“I really don’t want to talk about it, ok,” Terry whispered.

Calvin came up on his elbows and looked hard at his sister. “If he hurt you, I’ll kill him.”

“He didn’t hurt me,” Terry replied quickly. “Actually, I think I embarrassed him and that’s why he hasn’t spoken to me, even.”

“How the hell did you embarrass him? It should have been the other way round from what I’ve seen. Hell, I can make you blush damn near anytime I want to,” Calvin said softly, his confusion very evident.

I, uh, well…” Terry started and then stopped.

“Spill it, I’ve got to hear this,” Calvin said with a big grin. “What göztepe escort did he do, go off all by himself?”

“Uh, not quite,” Terry said and then giggled at the thought of telling her brother about his best friend. Not that she wanted to start any trouble between them.

“Not quite what?” Calvin asked sitting up.

Terry watched him, her eyes following his hard dick under the front of the soft shorts. It now made a tent in the front of the shorts, the head pushing against the waistband. She wondered if the elastic was strong enough to contain it.

“Uh, I, uh, we…” Terry paused and tried to figure out just how much to tell. Nothing was probably best but she knew her brother would not let it alone. If she didn’t say anything, Calvin would confront Gary.

“We were kissing and then he was caressing and squeezing my breast through my t-shirt. Somehow, I ended up holding and rubbing his dick. The next thing I knew, he stopped kissing me and went home in a hurry. There was a big wet spot in the front of his shorts.”

“He, you…”Calvin started and then stopped and took a deep breath. “You let him touch your tits?”

“Only through my shirt.”

“Did you have a bra on?”

“Uh, no. You know I only wear one when I have to. I hate those things. Anyway, my boobs are small enough that I don’t need one. Well, except to hide my nipples.”

Calvin grinned and then shook his head. “I’m not sure which is the most shocking, you giving Gary a handjob or him going off in his pants.”

“I didn’t… Uh, I never intended to…” Terry let the sentence die.

Calvin nodded. “You might not have intended to but you sure as hell did.”

Terry groaned softly and rocked back and forth in the chair slowly. She was giving her brother far too much information for her own good. He could now get her in trouble in so many ways and not just with Gary but with their parents also.

Much to Terry’s surprise, Calvin said, “I feel sorry for Gary, really I do and now I have something to really hold over his head but I won’t. I won’t be able to not grin as he tries to avoid you but that’s all. Damn, that’s funny.”

“You won’t say anything to him?” Terry asked, still not believing what he said.

“Hell, no. Going off in his pants like that is punishment enough. Hell, something like that could scar a guy for life. It’s a guys worst nightmare.”

Calvin paused and looked at Terry sharply. “That’s all that happened, right? He didn’t do anything else to you. If he did, I will kill the dumb fuck. He knows better than to mess with my sisters.”

Terry giggled and shook her head. Then she asked, “What are you going to do when I get a real boyfriend? I will be going to college this fall, remember. Just because I haven’t been all that interested in boys, doesn’t mean I won’t be in the future.”

Calvin made a sour face and shook his head. “I don’t know but I am relieved in a way.”

“Why is that?” Terry asked with confusion in her voice.

Calvin grinned and whispered, “I don’t have to worry about you being a lesbian any longer.”

“Asshole!” Terry said and stood up quickly, intending to go up to her room. She had forgotten about her hard nipples.

A soft groan from Calvin, along with, “Damn girl, those are some major tents in that shirt,” made her hastily cover her breasts with her hands and freeze on the spot.

Calvin stood up quickly and took the four steps to where she was standing. His hands came up and took a hold of her wrists, his fingernails brushing her breasts through her shirt as he did. He pulled on her wrists to move her hands away from her chest.

For a moment, Terry resisted and then slowly gave in, allowing her hands and arms to be moved. Calvin’s eyes swept back and forth over her chest. He gave out with a soft low whistle and then whispered, “Those are some serious nipples. Those are bigger than moms are, not to mention Darla’s. Hers are real small for a girl with such big boobs.”

Terry stiffened at the sound of her older sisters name. Then a wild thought crossed her mind. “I figure you know about mom’s from that day you caught her with dad here on the couch, but how do you know about Darla’s nipples?”

Calvin’s eyes flicked up to Terry’s face and then returned to the tents of her hard nipples. “Oops!” he whispered and then grinned. “I think I just told on myself.”

“You’ve been spying on her?”

“Uh, well, yeah. I’m a guy, that’s what we do every chance we get. Anyway, she used to leave her door ajar all the time. No guy in his right mind could resist a temptation like that.”

“Have you been spying on me?” Terry asked sharply.

Calvin let go of her wrists and shook his head. His hand came up and he lightly brushed the backs of his finger across the tent over her right nipple. When Terry jerked back, he grinned and whispered, “Not up until now but you might want to start locking your door.”

There was a sharp catch in Terry’s breathing and then she leaned back forward until her nipple just barely istanbul escort touched her brother’s finger. “What if I leave it open a crack or even more?”

Now it was Calvin’s turn to shiver. “Promises, promises,” he whispered softly as he moved his hand up and then down slowly. The backs of his fingers brushed against her nipple one after the other.

Terry had to bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning as pleasure rippled through her nipple and then shot straight down to pool as heat between her legs.

When Calvin started to lower his hand, Terry whispered, “No! No, don’t. Do that again.”

Calvin looked up at his sister’s face. “Uh, are you sure?”

“It felt good, really good. Much better than what Gary was doing. It’s the light touch or maybe it’s just the fact that it’s you,” Terry whispered breathily. Then she did moan as Calvin’s fingers brushed across her nipple again. The bumping rub shot even more heat toward her sex.

Calvin rubbed his fingers over the tent in her blouse several more times and then raised his left hand and held it close to her other nipple. Terry had her eyes closed and shivered hard as fingers bumped over her left nipple. She moaned softly as both nipples were touched at once.

“Does that feel even better?” Calvin asked as he rubbed the backs of his fingers over his sister’s hard nipples. She nodded and bit her lower lips. She was close to coming.

“I wonder what it would feel like if that shirt wasn’t there?” Calvin asked in a soft whisper.

Terry’s only answer was a deep drawn out groan as her hips flexed back and forth rapidly. She was coming long and hard. Somewhere far in the back of her mind a little voice marveled at the fact that she was coming from having her nipples played with. That wasn’t supposed to happen, was it?

*****

Terry slowly spiraled back up into the light of day from deep in a rosy cloud of endorphins and hormones. She opened her eyes to find herself sprawled on the couch with Calvin standing over her. She smiled shyly for a second, sighed deeply, and then grinned.

When Calvin grinned back, she said softly, “I think I went boom big time.”

“No, shit,” Calvin shot back with a laugh. “I almost had to pick up you up off the floor. As it was, I had to carry you over here.”

Terry sighed deeply again and brought her hands up to the front of her shirt. She brushed her fingers over her still hard nipples and shivered. “Damn!” she whispered, “What a rush.”

Calvin shook his head. “I wonder what’s going to happen the first time someone gets a hold of your clit, if you come that hard from just having your nipples played with.”

Terry shivered hard. She’d had the same thought earlier and now another thought was chasing it around in her mind. It was a crazy thought but one that excited her to no end. Without letting herself think about it, she asked her brother, “Want to find out?”

Calvin’s mouth dropped open for a second and then he looked down at her with a frown on his face. “You’re my sister.”

Terry giggled and whispered, “I didn’t ask you to fuck me, for God’s sake. I just wanted to know if you wanted to rub my clit like you did my nipples.” Calvin’s shock and response had hit a note of power somewhere deep inside Terry. She suddenly realized that as a woman she did have power over men.

Calvin looked shocked again. Her reply was not what he expected in any way, shape, or form. His blushing, shy little sister had changed in the last five minutes into a woman. A woman who knew her place in the scheme of things, a woman who had realized her power.

“Uh, I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Calvin said as he turned and headed for the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Terry asked sharply. “I offer you a chance to play with my pussy and you run off? I guess I had you pegged wrong. I thought you were a real ladies man.”

Calvin paused at the bottom of the stairs and grinned back at her. “That won’t work on me. I know that game well. I use it myself when I have to.”

Terry sat up on the couch and smiled sweetly. “How about the, I’ll tell mom you touched my breasts game? Do you know that one?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Calvin said quickly.

Terry shrugged her shoulders. “I probably wouldn’t,” she said thoughtfully.

“Do you have any idea how much shit that would start?”

With a nod, Terry stood up and walked over to where her brother was. Her hand quivered as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Calvin’s dick. It was thick and very warm even through his shorts.

She shivered hard and whispered, “Now you could tell mom I grabbed your dick.” She felt her brother’s hips twitch as she squeezed his hard manhood. It was as solid as stone.

When she loosened her grip and moved her hand and the shorts up and down along his shaft, Calvin grabbed her hand. “That’s really not a good idea,” he whispered with tension in his voice.

Terry giggled as visions of the wet spot in Gary’s pants crossed her mind. “Uh, yeah, I wouldn’t want to cause another accident,” she whispered with a grin.

“I was thinking more about you getting thrown to the floor and fucked,” Calvin said with a grin of his own as he expected his kid sister to jerk her hand away. To his surprise, she did not. She actually ran her hand up and down again.

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The Larkins Ch. 03

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“Hi, Donald. How are you?” Kevin answered in the back room of his gun shop.

“Oh, I’m very well. I had a threesome with Heather and Kat. You know, my sister. Evidently, Heather wants her to marry you, while she weds me. We’d continue our relationship, fuck each others’ wife, and also enjoy the benefits of Heather dominating Kat. Yeah, my sister has proven to be much wilder than I believed. Kat knows everything about us by now, most likely. Heather would be sure to tell her. If you’re interested, just let me know,” Donald proposed.

“Interested? Hell, yes! If she’s as sexy and kinky as her brother, then it would make for a lot better marriage than the one I just ended. Especially if I know that Heather will help us keep her under control,” Kevin grinned, glad that he had enough privacy at the moment to discuss the issue more freely. If he were at the counter, that wouldn’t be the case.

“In that case, why don’t we plan to meet, just the four of us, and work out a deal? My parents are gone for the weekend, so that might be the safest location. We can order a pizza and make a night of it. You know, have a foursome. It wouldn’t hurt Kat to see two men together and getting her first interracial sex would be nice, too,” Donald offered.

“Count me in. I would love to get it on with you in front of others and not have them frown on it. My cock is getting hard at the idea of fucking all three of you. Obviously, there would have to be breaks and turns. Two cocks allow for a lot of possibilities, don’t they? I get to go freestyle, too, since you did,” Kevin smiled lustfully at that idea.

“Come on over, then. I think that we’ll all be more than ready for you,” Donald suggested with a grin.

“I’ll be right there. Just text the directions to my cell. I’ll bring plenty of lube, too. Something tells me that we’ll need it tonight. Damn, this is gonna be great!” Kevin exclaimed as he closed up the shop for the day. He always kept lube in his office for those rare times that he had discreet quickies there. They came in handy now.

While Kevin drove to Donald’s house, Heather led Kat out of their bedroom into the living room, where Donald just hung up on his boyfriend. The look on Donald’s face made it clear to Heather and Kat alike that Kevin had given his blessing to the arrangement.

“So, Kevin is fine with this foursome?” Heather asked him anyway.

“Definitely. Since he’s not gay, just bi, he likes the idea of two women on hand to service us. It would make it a lot easier on both of us, not having to constantly pursue women. Each of us wants to have more than one regular companion in our lives. We’ve talked about it a lot. He’s very üsküdar escort cool with marrying Kat, too.

“Mom and Dad can’t know the full truth, of course. They’ll be almost ready to croak at the idea of their little girl marrying a black man as it is, especially one that they don’t know at all. Best to let them think that Kat is just loosening up a little, not going all the way,” Donald cautioned.

“True. Mom and Dad are only but so open-minded. More than I used to be, but now less than I am. I’ve had a true awakening, I know. I’m grateful to the two of you for helping break free of my old shell. I guess that I really wanted to be much wilder, but it was hard to get past the Catholic guilt thing.

“Now I’ll just have fun with it. I like the naughtiness of doing all of this nasty stuff with both of you. Adding Kevin will just make it even better. To all outward appearances, we’ll be a regular married couple, albeit interracial. I can’t wait for the honeymoon,” Kat confessed.

“Now, that’s the sister I always wished you could be! I think that I can guess what your wedding night will be like. Better yet, perhaps we can join you that night,” Donald laughed.

“I’d be hurt if you two didn’t. I have a special relationship with all of you now. Kevin’s my fiancé, you’re my brother, and Heather’s my Mistress. And to think that I used to believe that to be uniquely important to someone else required monogamy. I really don’t want to change any of this. I’d love to belong to the three of you in those different ways for the rest of my life,” Kat told them, which resulted in kisses from her brother and Mistress each.

At about that time, the phone rang. Donald ran to answer it, thinking that it might be Kevin. It was his parents instead.

“Donald, don’t worry, but we’re staying on vacation a bit longer. I hope that you two can hold the fort while we’re gone. Are you guys okay?” Mom, the talker of the pair, informed him.

“We’re fine, Mom. Kat and I will do well. You remember that her friend Heather is staying over, right?”

“Yes, I recall that. How is that working out? Are you getting along?”

“Definitely. The three of us get along famously. You and Dad just have fun. I love you. Kat sends her love as well,” Donald assured his mother.

“Glad to know, Donald. We love you, too. Give Kat our love as well. You kids have fun, but be nice to each other,” Mom hung up after blowing a kiss to her grown offspring.

“Well, that was a tense situation! On the other hand, Mom and Dad aren’t coming back on schedule. We can have a lot more fun together, the four of us. I plan to see to it that we anadolu yakası escort get much closer while they’re gone, naturally,” Donald winked at the girls as he laid down the phone.

That was when Kevin knocked on the front door. Donald answered it and kissed him in full view of the women. Kevin slipped him some tongue and closed the door behind them for greater privacy. Once inside, Donald opened Kevin’s shirt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. He knelt and removed Kevin’s shoes as well. The khakis came completely off and Kevin stood in his boxers, his virile physique on full display for the lustful gazes of all three of those watching him.

Donald then yanked Kevin’s underpants down and stared at his boyfriend’s large cock. He kissed the head first and then licked it for good measure, sending chills up Kevin’s spine as always. His tongue now moved along the full length of his boyfriend’s dick, sliding up to the base and then back to the head. Kevin was soon as hard as any man could be from this oral onslaught.

When Donald opened his mouth and engulfed Kevin’s cock inside it, Kevin had to fight back the urge to cum much sooner than planned. He wanted to hold back so that he could fuck some ass and pussy, so he resisted, but Donald never promised to make it easy on him. Donald abruptly switched to deep-throating Kevin, overcoming the gag reflex to service his male lover properly.

“Donald, I need to cum soon! I’m fighting it, but I can’t hold it back much more!” Kevin groaned as he felt his cum move up from his balls.

Donald intensified his cock-sucking. Kevin nearly toppled from his release as he spurted his cum into his boyfriend’s mouth. Donald stood up and kissed Kevin while his seed lingered, thus sharing his load.

Heather and Kat walked over to the couple, Heather’s hand fondling Kat’s ass while they approached. Heather and Kat locked lips with Kevin in turns, their tongues becoming aggressive with him as they made out. Now that all of them were naked, it wasn’t difficult to convince Kevin to kiss their necks and breasts. His mouth and tongue danced along each of their bodies, the climax being his exploration of their pussies.

Kevin now honed in on Kat’s cunt, licking away with fierce desire at her. He probed the inside of her folds and sucked on her clit, tasting as much of her recently virginal pussy as he could savor with his mouth. Heather and Donald watched with delight and arousal, their hands manipulating themselves as they viewed this encounter between the newly engaged couple.

Kat didn’t know how to deal with this sensation or control herself. She ataşehir escort completely let go and came enthusiastically in Kevin’s mouth. Her juices leaked freely between his lips and he happily drank them all.

When Kat staggered to her feet, Kevin motioned for Heather to take her place. She soon felt the same oral pleasuring that Donald’s boyfriend gave her slave. He plunged his tongue inside Heather, reaming her with it to their mutual gratification. He clearly loved eating her out and she discovered just how great it was to be eaten by him.

The final result was naturally that Heather came at last for Kevin. She was even messier than Kat, much to his joy. Kevin licked her clean and applied some lube to his dick to enter one or both women soon. Since Heather was wet and ready, Kevin slid his cock into her to fuck her for the first time. He pinned her to the floor and fucked her ruthlessly, taking her in as rough and aggressive a way as he could imagine. He loved screwing this plump and busty woman in her mid-twenties.

“Oh, damn, I’m cumming again! It’s fucking awesome!” Kevin announced as he unleashed his seed inside Heather.

The four of them certainly needed a break after that little orgy. They were all starving, sluggish, and sore, though they agreed that it was worthwhile. They ordered a pizza and Donald dressed decently enough to answer the door. A simple T shirt and boxers sufficed for that.

Heather ran her tongue across her lips in lust as she thought of Donald fucking Kat and her again. The memories of sex with Donald, Kevin, and Kat also made her wet. She planned to have another turn with Donald while Kevin enjoyed Kat. Perhaps some time alone would be nice for the next session, with each couple using different rooms. Yes, that idea had its merits. She would have to mention it to the others.

Orgies were fun, but so was the coziness of a one-on-one encounter. It was high time that Donald and she screwed in his bed. Two encounters with him so far had both been outside his bedroom. She wanted to try it out.

Such were Heather’s thoughts as Donald paid the pizza delivery boy and brought in the pies. Apparently, he pulled a surprise by getting buffalo wings, much to Kevin’s delights.

“Damn, baby, that’s my favorite!” Kevin told him with a kiss.

“I know, honey. I know you as much as myself now. These girls are our women, but you’re always my man. Always have been, always will be,” Donald responded with a kiss of his own.

The ladies smiled at each other in voyeuristic pleasure, their glances telling each other that as soon as the supper was done, they would be more than ready for another round.

“Baby, I have an idea for our next fun in the sack,” Heather told Donald as they drank some soda from the two-liter that came with the food.

“Do tell,” Donald replied with a wicked grin.

From the looks on Kat’s and Kevin’s face, they already guessed and looked forward to their first time in bed.

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The Intellectual Pansexual Ch. 05

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“That was intense,” Taylor said. “But I felt so fucking sexy.”

“You look it,” Josh agreed. “And trust me, the benefits to your sex life are going to be amazing.”

The two boys were leaving their morning yoga class, Taylor’s first. Skin-tight tank tops and tights clung to their lean bodies. Taylor had had to borrow a pair from Esteban, which made them look even shorter on his calves than normal, and extremely alluring as a result. Flimsy flip-flops emphasized rather than concealed their feet. Substantial bulges filled the front of their tights, too; both boys would have been erect half the class if it hadn’t been for a quick but satisfying sixty-nine right after they’d woken up.

“I can tell. I think I’m going to lay off the weights a bit and focus on yoga and swimming. And maybe some jogging with my roommate, because that’s always such an exhibitionistic experience.”

“We should go out to Haulover every weekend and run naked on the beach.”

“I’m game.”

“Not this weekend, though.”

“You have plans?”

“I have plans-for you, yes.”

“I like this,” the swimmer grinned. “Does it also involve nakedness?”

“And kinkiness like you’ve never experienced.”

“Fuck me!”

“Later today,” Josh said dismissively. “I’m not going to tell you the details, though.”

“I never realized I like taking stuff up my butt so much.”

“Even some straight guys like it. You’re just purely sexual. Any sexual stimulus plugged into you makes you hard, no matter what it is.”

“That’s true,” Taylor admitted. “But I like it.”

Josh’s hand caressed his butt. “I like it, too.”

They grabbed a quick bite to eat in their eye-catching yoga outfits and headed back to their dorm. Cassie was coming out of the elevator as they entered the lobby.

“Hi, boys! Wow, Taylor, you look incredible!” she exclaimed, devouring him with her stare.

“Thanks!” Taylor felt his cock tighten against his spandex at her obvious interest. “Not too concealing?”

“Hell, no! I can just make out your dickhead. The perfect amount of tease. You look like Steven Dehler. Or Ashley Parker Angel.”

“Both very fuckable guys,” Josh put in. “Are you trying to tell him he’s fuckable?”

“He knows he’s fuckable,” Cassie said, licking her lips.

“How about we fuck, then?” Taylor said, loving her lack of inhibitions or shyness.

“I’m free this afternoon if you are!” Cassie offered immediately. Her eyes gleamed. “And I can think of a bunch of things I’d like to do with you…if you’re feeling adventurous.”

“Nothing gets me hotter than a hot girl with an adventurous mind,” Taylor said. He picked her up under her arms and kissed her right there. She gasped in delight.

“Yeah, Josh said you were heteroromantic. Yay for me!”

“You’re not wearing anything under that dress, are you?”

“I never am.” Taylor took a quick glance around. Josh instinctively stepped between them and the line-of-sight of the RA on duty at the desk. The blonde ran one hand up Cassie’s thigh, lifting the hem of her dress until her bare pussy was fully on show. He slipped a finger into it, massaging her until he felt her wetness begin to flow, then stuck it in her mouth, where she sucked it willingly.

“Now go to class tasting yourself,” Taylor said, and pecked her on the forehead.

“Screw me sideways,” Cassie said, shaking her head. “You boys are incredible.”

“How’s Alexa?” Josh asked.

“She’s been playing distant all weekend. She can’t avoid me in class today, though. So I’ll see what’s up with her.”

“Good luck with that. If we can get her to loosen up…”

“She’ll loosen,” Cassie said, flexing her fingers. All three of them burst out laughing.

“She’s fun,” Taylor said as he and Josh went up in the elevator. “Wait-you have to dildo me today, too.”

Josh shrugged. “I can do that this evening.” A devious smile appeared on his face. “Actually that would work well. I could use some more time with Esteban. So you go hook up with Cassie and bring her back when you guys are done. I’m sure she and Esteban would like to watch me prepping you to lose your anal virginity.”

Taylor slammed his roommate against the wall of the elevator and stripped his tank top off, making out with him. “Why do I feel like I want to fuck your brains out when you talk like that?”

“Because you’re a jockwhore,” Josh said, kissing him back. “Come on, let’s save our energy for all the sex we’re going to be having for the rest of the day.”

This time, the boys sat next to one another in their first class. Their feet were bare, as usual; neither ever kept his sandals on during class. From time to time, Taylor would place one of his on Josh’s, or Josh would do the same, a casual yet intimate gesture marking them as lovers to anyone who was watching.

As they parted, Taylor checked his phone and saw a text from Cassie. “Wear a hot speedo for me this afternoon!” it read. He half-smiled, letting his mind run over his collection. There was one he could topkapı escort think of that exemplified the jock stud, thanks largely to the efforts of a certain athletic Instaboy with whom Cassie would no doubt be familiar. It would drive her wild.

He had another class, then headed off to the pool for a quick swim. Taylor made a point of never wearing his speedo under his clothes unless there was a reason for him to do so. He’d strip fully in the locker room, showing that he was going commando, and then slip slowly into whatever minimal brief he was flaunting that day. After his swim, he reversed the process, staying nude while he dried his speedo and packed it away in his backpack. Today, he relished the discreet stares it got him more than ever before. Guys look, he knew. All the fuss over gay athletes in the locker room wasn’t really about looking, because looking was a constant of the gym environment. It was about that fact that the presence of guys who were aware of and unashamed of their sexuality would bring that looking out into the open, make it explicit. And being explicit and honest about their desires was something few American men were comfortable doing. “Not me,” Taylor muttered to himself, stuffing his shaved cock back into his boardshorts.

A few minutes later, he met up with Esteban for lunch. The wrestler greeted him with a broad smile, a strong hug-and a kiss full on the lips in the middle of the dining hall.

“People around here are going to lose track of all the girlfriends and boyfriends I’m juggling,” Taylor joked as they sat down.

“Or they’ll just think you have a lot of casual lovers, which means you’re available for casual sex, which means they may volunteer themselves,” Esteban suggested. “At least that’s what I’m hoping will happen.”

“You back on the market now?”

“One hundred percent.” Their bare legs cradled each other under the table. “I sat down with my girlfriend-ex-girlfriend-at breakfast and wrapped things up.”

“Painful?”

“Awkward. She was getting everything she wanted out of the relationship: occasional sex and the ability to say she had a boyfriend. Someone to take her places and serve as a bulwark against all the guys who would try to fuck her if she was single. So she wasn’t happy about that. I had to end up asking her if she thought I should stay in the relationship just for her benefit when my needs weren’t being fulfilled. She nearly said yes to that, but realized in time how stupid it sounded. So I’m a free agent again.”

“Did she denigrate your needs by dismissing them as just sex?”

“Yep. She doesn’t seem to realize that sex is an emotional need as well as a physical one.”

“Welcome to the club,” Taylor said. “I’ve never been happier than the past few days. I guess most people would be scared by coming out and jumping headfirst into debauchery, but for me, it’s been pure joy.”

“Don’t get a girlfriend!” Esteban advised, and laughed. “Or the honeymoon won’t last!”

“Oh, I want a girlfriend,” Taylor said. “She’s just got to be as much of a slut as I am. Equal opportunity fuckers.”

“Yeah, Josh told me you guys are both against closed relationships. I think you’re right.”

“College is for learning, right? By the way, are you and Josh getting together this afternoon?”

“He asked me to stop by, yeah.” Esteban winked. “Will you be joining us?”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you, then.”

“Tell me what?”

“I’m going to be bringing Cassie by. And Josh and I will be putting on a show for the two of you.”

“Hot!” Esteban exclaimed. His grin widened. “Which means you’re meeting up with Cassie first.”

“Yep.”

“And you’re going hand her over to me with your cum leaking out of her pussy.”

“Right again.”

“Damn.” The older boy sighed. “First fresh pussy in six months. I love cock and all, but I need variety in my life. I’m already hard just thinking about her.”

Taylor daringly prodded at Esteban’s crotch with his foot. “Yeah, I can feel it.” The jocks burst out laughing, thereby making an obviously sexual gesture look like a joke or a dare to bystanders. “I guess you prefer going commando. Like we do.”

“Totally. The way my shorts work my dick is incredible.” Like Josh, Esteban favored tight shirts and shorts, in contrast to Taylor’s swimmer-stud casualness. “Not to mention it makes it so much easier to get a quick blowjob.”

“Weird question,” Taylor said. “Well, weird for anyone else but us. Would you mind if I fucked your ex-girlfriend?”

Esteban’s eyes widened. “Are you serious? Go for it!”

“The way I figure it, she’s hot, she’s going to need sex every so often, and you can tell me what things turn her on the most, so I can play right into her desires and make her beg me to make love to her.”

“Fuck. I sure can. And I will. I’m a swinger at heart. You have no idea how many loads I blew in high school fantasizing about a wife who’d be completely flexible in our marriage. Then I moved ümraniye escort on to dreaming about poly relationships.”

“You came out young, I bet.”

“Not really. I was sixteen. It was a good thing it improved my action with the guys, because the girls started staying away from me after that.”

“That sucks. Josh and I should keep our eyes open. Recommend any likely prospects to your big cock.”

Esteban actually blushed. “You guys are the best.”

“I hope you’re our RA next year. Speaking of which, I need to run over to the housing office and put in the paperwork for the room change.”

“Cool. See you soon.” Esteban stood up and gave him another parting kiss, then watched his ass in his boardies as he walked away.

Since all Taylor wanted was a transfer rather than a new assignment, he got it taken care of pretty quickly. He raced back to his new place, showered, and dressed for his date with Cassie. This time he broke out his nice short shorts again and a tight T-shirt. His legs looked magnificent, and for a minute he seriously considered stopping to cum all over them. But he had one more class to endure. After that, satiating him would be Cassie’s job.

He got a text from her just as he settled into his seat. It read, “Meet me at the library when you’re done.” Taylor spent the next fifty minutes leaking into his speedo, enjoying the pressure on his bulge, and the thought of what Cassie was planning to do with it.

She was waiting for him in the lobby, casually dressed now in a spaghetti-strap tank and an extremely small pair of sweat shorts. The image that popped into Taylor’s head when he saw her was that of a wide-eyed freshman sorority girl about to head off to her house for a night of slow kissing with her sisters. She was dressed for sex.

“Hi, beautiful,” Taylor said, and kissed her right there. After so much action with guys the past two days, he relished the difference, the softness of her lips, the thinness of her figure. “What’s up?”

“Your cock,” Cassie said, and gripped his bugle, holding her body so that their sexual display was less obvious to the library’s patrons. “Yeah, definitely up.”

“Okay. How’s your clit?”

“In need of your assistance. Let’s go.” She dragged him away down the corridor, towards a more distant part of the building, then darted sideways into the shelves and stopped, turning to face her lover.

“Fortunately, there’s not many people around right now,” she said, and casually unzipped Taylor’s shorts.

“What if we get caught?” Taylor asked. The expression of eagerness on his face suggested that he didn’t much care if they were.

“Why would we? As far as they know, we’re just talking about a book. Preferably one that has a bunch of diagrams of sex positions in it, but your choice.” She pulled down his speedo and let his erect shaft pop free.

“Definitely one with lots of sex positions. Or pictures of naked Greeks on vases doing it.” The swimmer pulled her shorts aside, the same way he’d lifted her dress that morning. His finger teased her slit. “It blows me away how ready you are to get naked in public.”

“It turns me on bad. Besides, shouldn’t college students have sex on campus?”

“Absolutely.” Taylor sighed. His head was wet and flaring and hot, and her fingers danced casually on it. His sensation of exposure, oddly enough, was heightened by his clothing. It focused all his attention-and the attention of any voyeur-on his cock. He’d become a mere background to his sex organ. And he loved it.

His own efforts were beginning to be rewarded. Cassie’s pussy grew wetter and wetter from his fingers probing deeper and deeper into it. Taylor began teasing her clit with just the tip of his thumb, brushing it lightly at first, then massaging it gently. He curled his fingers, brushing her G-spot. Cassie’s lips flared at that, and she tightened her grip on his prick. She was beginning to pant.

“I bet no one’s made you cum yet today,” Taylor said.

“If you make me cum I’m going to wet my shorts,” Cassie gasped. “And that might draw attention.”

“Tough luck. You’re so sexy that you need to cum. You deserve it. It’s what we’re here for. Cum for me like you did when you were fucking my roommate and shoving your feet in his face.”

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit…” Cassied moaned, her knees beginning to wobble. “Taylor, I’m going to…”

“Yes, you are. Right here in public. You’re so wet for me. I love it.” With his free hand, he grabbed his phone and took a picture of Cassie with the library shelves clearly visible behind her and his fingers lodged in her cunt. “And you look great in amateur porn, too.”

That did it. Cassie grabbed the shelf and bit her lip, stifling her emotions enough that the only sound that escaped her was a long, groaning sigh. She squirted, staining the floor and soaking Taylor’s hand. He pressed back into her, fucking her as deep as some of the smaller cocks she’d taken, half-holding her weight. Kicking üsküdar escort a foot free of its sandal, he dipped his toe in the puddle of her girlcum and painted it onto her legs. Half-dazed, her eyes followed his motions greedily.

Taylor fed her cum back into her mouth, offering her his fingers to lick clean. She lapped at them eagerly before kissing the flavor into him in turn.

“I’ve got to try this,” Taylor muttered, and took one step forward. His dick found Cassie’s slit and breached it smoothly.

“Fuck. Go slow, big boy,” Cassie gasped, letting the jock ease himself inside her. Taylor rolled his hips, moving almost imperceptibly, and made a series of short thrusts into Cassie. He could keep that motion up for a while. It felt superb on his inflamed ridge and cockhead, too. Again he thumbed Cassie’s clit. She was trying to avoid crying out again; he’d noticed when Josh had her that she could be extremely vocal with a hard cock inside her pussy.

“Now we’ve fucked in the library,” he winked at her.

“Ahh…” The girl tried to work herself farther onto him. “I want you so bad. I’ve got to have you all the way.”

With one smooth thrust, Taylor bottomed out in her. Cassie sucked in her breath and held it. Very slowly, need and caution fighting one another in her face, she eased back off the swimmer’s shaft. “Fuck. I need us to be even more daring. More slutty. Come on.”

The third floor was nearly deserted. Taylor would have pulled Cassie back into the stacks, but she stopped him and sat down, looking at her phone.

“What are we waiting for?”

“They’ve got a rent-a-cop strolling around here every so often. I’ve timed it out.”

“You’ve timed it out? You’ve been planning this for a while.”

“I come up here every so often and make videos of myself,” Cassie said, running a tempting tongue over her pink mouth. Taylor sat down opposite her.

“I can’t keep from touching you,” he said, and slid his toes under the leg of her shorts. His big toe slipped into her precum-wet folds without hesitation.

“You’ve learned well,” Cassie sighed. She kicked off her sandals and spread her legs to give him better access. “Here, give me your other one.”

“Okay,” Taylor chuckled. She held up his foot, deliberately removed his remaining flip-flop, and kissed his sole several times. Then she put him aside and pulled her tank top down below her tits. As Taylor toe-fucked her, she began to tease her hard nipples with his sandal.

“You have absolutely no shame,” Taylor said in awe.

“No,” Cassie said. “I’d love to get into porn if there were a good studio in this country. But it’s all so boring.”

“Ours won’t be.”

“You want to?” Her face lit up.

“Do you have any idea how hard I am right now?”

“I hope hard enough to fuck the living shit out of me.”

“Nailed it.”

“Nail me instead.”

“In a minute. Someone’s coming,” Taylor pointed out, seeing a figure in the distance. He reluctantly took his foot away from her crotch, and she covered herself back up. Both of them were on their phones when the security guard came by, and didn’t get a second look from him. As soon as he disappeared, the two teens bolted for the shelves, Cassie in the lead.

“We’ve got about fifteen minutes,” she panted, darting into a remote section. “Stop here.” With the ease of practice, she propped her phone on a shelf and hit the timer. Taylor already had his shirt off. He shucked shorts and speedo in one move and lifted Cassie’s tank over her head. A little wriggle of her hips sent her shorts to the floor, and she jumped out of them. Completely naked, they stepped into the view of the camera.

It was a fast fuck. No foreplay, no time for more than the briefest cocksucking or pussy licking. Taylor pounded Cassie with abandon, covering her mouth to stifle her cries. She came almost immediately from his smooth crotch grinding into hers, and again from the way his cockhead hit her spot. As for him, he was far too turned on by the forbidden nature of his actions and the lust of the girl who was taking his prick. All the waiting paid off, and he blew his load inside her. Gasping, sweaty, they broke apart. Cum dripped from her slit. Almost roughly, Taylor slid his fingers inside her, scooping out his cum. He drizzled it into his own mouth and bent to make out with her, rubbing the last of his seed on her tits. Hand in hand, they moved out of the frame of the video. Cassie had her clothes back on and was looking composed again in fifteen seconds flat.

“Nice speedo,” she complimented Taylor, who was trying to fit his thick cock back into a simple but classic Adidas three-stripe brief. “Very, very hot. Totally reminds me of Tom Daley.”

“He’s not a swimmer, he’s a diver! As he’s always been at pains to remind the public,” Taylor laughed. He finished dressing himself. “But he does look fucking amazing in Adidas. I thought you’d like that.”

“It reminds me you’re a true athlete. As if my sore pussy wasn’t proof enough of that. I’d love to see you fuck the stuffing out of Tom in your matching speedos. He arches his back like a bottom.”

“He’s supposed to be very passionate and forceful in bed. Might take us both to satisfy him. After all, he’s not getting any pussy in his marriage.” They retrieved their backpacks and sandals and made their way out of the library.

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