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The Party

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We both knew the party might turn out wild. I couldn’t help glancing at you from time to time in the car as we drove over there. You were using the best outfit to show off your assets: short thin skirt, the wavy kind that spins out if you twirl on the dance floor, nice shoes, not too high, so your legs look their best. Added to the ensemble was a silky blouse, patented with a few garlands up and down the front. Its open neck you had left unbuttoned all the way down to the nice valley between your breasts. As you moved, your breasts swayed, unfettered and clear, your nipples plainly visible as their erectness rubbed the material of the blouse. Even a slight lean forward at the party would reveal you pure uncovered breasts to anybody in front, or to the side of you.

You slid your hand over to my thigh.. glancing over at me as I drove. Oh hell, I thought, you are feeling horny all ready, and we need to get there!!! You rub your hand up over my now considerable bulge – teasing it unmercifully!!! I leaned my hand over had flicked one of your nipples with my finger – you shudder and decided to curb your enthusiasm until later!!!

The door of the party opened to reveal quite a mixed bag of guests. Some of the more regular “lifestyle” members were way more scantily dressed than you, while others were still clothed – protected against all comers for now!!

You look at me funny – “sorry” I apologise – perhaps I should have said this was a swingers’ party. You turn bright red, but I can’t tell if it is with embarrassment or a flush of excitement.

We partake of a few drinks, and start to chat to a group of couples, who clearly are the centre of attention in the room. Two of the ladies are wearing nothing more than a long silk scarf, while the guys thin slacks leave nothing to the imagination as to their prowess.

I notice your nipples are now like mini peaks – one of the ladies starts to come-on to me – she slides up next to me – rubbing her scantily covered breasts across my arm. The conversation is amazingly normal party chatter, but the underlying actions are electric and sensual. I notice your blouse is now unbuttoned all the way down, and clear for all to see, the guy you are talking to seems very interested, and you turn to give him a better view.

I am surprised by this seduction by you – although we had been to parties before — you had always been more of a voyeur and exhibitionist, rather than a participator. Never letting anybody else even so much as touch you ….

But here you are – encouraging attention. The music is turned up, and people start to dance in the middle of the room, as part of this group, beykoz escort bayan we start to dance with those around us. After a while, we drift apart. I was surprised when I see you wander out of the room with 3 guys and the hostess. I follow at a distance – wondering what you are up to. The door enters out onto a patio – well screened from any prying eyes. The huge Jacuzzi bubble invitingly. The hostess and the guys all strip naked and jump on in — you hesitate a little, then step out of your clothes and in as well. I can see all three guys and the hostess eye for the first time your freshly shaved snatch, already glistening with your juices.

I was about to leave you to it – when the lady who had been rubbing up against me, crept up behind me, and started to fondle my dick from behind — god that felt good. I turned around to find her already naked. She had very small A cup breast, but they were pointing upwards and were oh so long. She can’t have been more than 21-22.

She took my hand and led me over to the hot-tub, divesting me of my clothes as we went … you look surprised at my appearance, I wondered why as I slid into the tub — then I noticed that you were sat with a guy either side. Your hands were under the water and I suspected you had a prick in each hand.

My lady friend seemed intent on getting my attention, grabbing my hand and thrusting it down between her legs .. I slid a finger up and down her snatch and she sighed and started to stroke my prick.

As the water became too hot for me – I sat up on the side to cool off, as had one of the guys next to you. My friend immediately took this as a sign, and she turned and started to suck my prick – licking the sides as she looked over at you. You turned your head and looked at the prick next to you — I didn’t think you would, but you did, sliding your lips all the way down for a deep-throat!!

As people moved around, the guy in front of you slid back in, and you laughed, splashing and messing with the three guys .. they all took hold of you and passed you around between them — your tits bouncing as they passed you around. Under the water I was sure they were feeling you up .. you had a look of dreaminess as different fingers stroked and probed your labia.

The girl blowing me decided she needed some attention, and she sat on the side as the hostess slid over and planted her lips on this sweet girls cunt – sucking hard on her clit and making her squirm.

I moved around behind our hostess and started to play with her from behind, her lips were slim and her hole was very tight.

I glanced over at you .. you were moving üsküdar escort bayan from lap to lap, staying in each for around a minute – kissing each of the guys heavily and letting them pet and suck on your breasts. After 3 or four rounds, I noticed you butt moving from side to side on each lap you sat on — I was horrified – you surely were not letting them rub their cocks on the outside of your labia and clit.

From their looks and your sighs – I was SURE you were, as you moved to the next guy, I saw you stiffen, a look of shock and surprise on your face. I knew immediately what had happened, the guy had used his hand to stand his prick upright, and as you sat on his lap, you had unsuspecting impaled yourself onto it … you body jerked with some small orgasms, the other guys also knew what had happened — your body froze. Surely, I thought, you would get off before he slid in any more!!!

Time seemed to stand still, the three guys and I looked at you, you face alternated between shock and pleasure, then my heart stopped as you let yourself slide down the rest of the way to the hilt. The sideways motion of your butt was replace with the up and down motion of fucking. You face became set with a wanton lust.

The rest of the guys knew what was coming – they indicate that it was their turn and you move one guy to the left — this time, there is no hesitation, the guy has his prick all up and aimed — you let it touch and open your lips slightly, before pushing down part and fast all the way. The third guy has a much larger prick – not much longer – but definitely very thick — you slide down it more slowly, allowing a gasp of pain and pleasure to escape your lips. All the guys seem intent on keeping the merry-go-round working, you are almost handed from one to the other, only fucking each prick for a minute before sampling the next.

I am in a quandary, my prick is hard and aching to be inside you, but there seems to be no room for me in your group. My fingers continue to play with our hostess’s cunt, and I suddenly reach a milestone — I grasp my prick and slide it up and down the slit of our hostess — she gasps and pushes back – enveloping the bare head.

I notice you glance over at me out of the corner of my eyes — you see my prick entering another woman and you gasp. I think you are about to stop and come and get me and leave – when the guy you are sitting on takes charge, his prick starts to ram into you faster and faster, from tip to full length banging in. You scream, and thought of stopping leaves on the scream and the wind.

I thrust my prick deep into the hostess, she moans as sancaktepe escort bayan she continues to suck on the young girl, grabbing my prick with her cunt muscles tightly.

The guy fucking you is starting to tense up — you MUST be feeling him swelling inside you and about to cum in your un-protected cunt. Surely you will get off at the last second – surely he will withdraw and splatter his cum all over your breasts.

As he yells, and tries to lift you off — you grab him tightly and ram yourself down on his prick — all the guys mouths dropped as he starts to pump his cum deep into you cunt. You scream and waves of pleasure wash and pump their way through your body. Your cunt milks and squeezes the guy’s prick dry.

Thinking you are done — you stand up, swaying slightly; but the other two guys will have none of it — they grab you , one guy sits on the side, lifts you to him and lets gravity push your cunt, slick with a mixture of your own juices and the guys down onto his prick. Your surprise at this second attack, is replaced with lust and greed, here is a fresh prick – here is a second load of seed.

The third guy — not to be outdone, stands behind you — and suddenly lifts your butt up — the embedded prick falls free and he slides his in to replace it. The added thickness makes you cry out.

So they carry on — taking turns on your cunt – no more than 30-45 seconds each.

I start to pump harder at our hostesses cunt — determined to implant my seed there, to equal the debt between us!!

Your scream drags my eyes back you – the guy behind you is starting to push his prick into your cunt WITHOUT the first guy taking his out. Can the two get in there!!?? You are shuddering and crying as your hole is stretched more than your biggest dildo ever. Suddenly his head is in, and you feel both pricks start to slide in and out together. Both the guys can feel the second prick rubbing up against each other, and this plus your throbbing cunt, makes them both explode together inside you. You thrash around as you feel the enormous amount of seed filling you up.

Then – suddenly it is over, the pool opens op as you all fall exhausted in it. My seed, still not planted, aches for you. I grab you, bend you over the edge of the pool and thrust my prick, all coated with our hostesses juices into your cunt. You feel loose and sloppy, with all the other deposits inside. My prick, greased with cum, slides out and pushes at your ass, you relax and I slide in effortlessly —

Not for long can I keep this up – fucking your ass hard . The young girl comes over and pushes here fresh cunt in front of you — you greedily suck on it, while our hostess comes alongside and slides two or three fingers into your cunt.

Your final orgasm wrenches every inch of your body — I explode deep in your bowls with a yell!!!

As we wash and then dry off – we are spent – the journey home is quiet, what have we done – should we do more – what other depravities are out there to explore…….??????????????????????????

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Dionysis Retreat, Floor 1

Mrs. Brandi Westerholm, a full-breasted redhead with trim waistline and curvaceous hips, arrived on the first floor of the Dionysis Retreat in a mid-thigh low cut black halter dress that fit her like a glove and displayed to maximum advantage her 38Cs. Her hourglass figure was molded into mythic Wonder Woman proportions by a shelf bra atop a merry widow corset with brass front clasps. Most striking of all were the krinkle black patent leather high heel boots that climbed over the knee well up her creamy thighs.

Teetering on the arm of her husband Stuart, Brandi obviously was not used to wearing five inch heels but tonight she really wanted to step out. The stretch satin fabric of her tight-fitting dress revealed distinct mounded crescents of three-inch areolas but gave no hint of her nipple atop those oversized headlights. Brandi had large thimble-size nipples, but given the shelf-bra exposure, she had taped them down as she often did when out in public. So far, only her husband, masseuses, and shower room girlfriends had seen the full effect of her magnificent tits.

Perhaps that would all change tonight. Brandi knew full well what it meant to enter a sex club like the Dionysis Retreat, but she had wearied of being so modest. With her conspicuous tits trumpeting her presence every step she took, with brilliant full auburn hair flowing to her shoulders, and almond-shaped eyes, long lashes and eyebrows that never seemed to end, Brandi Westerholm remained at 54 an absolute knockout. In short, she was a mature version of the Ann Margaret look-alike she had surely been 30 years earlier. Ball boys at her tennis club were constantly coming on to her and transfixed by her toned curvaceous body whispered on her recent birthday,

“Mrs. Westerholm, you’ve grown even better with age.”

She wondered whether that all meant her now very routine sex life should step it up a notch or two as well. Tonight, while at the Retreat, Brandi was determined to find out.

The Dionysis Retreat was a private downtown social club of like-minded couples and singles age 45 to 60 (with occasional exceptions). It marketed itself and recruited new initiates only by word of mouth. The members were invited to engage in open marriage events of group sex, wife swapping and watching, and spousal training with an emphasis on interracial big cock sex. The Retreat operated discreetly so as to avoid offending non-members. Voluntary association and affirmative consent were scrupulously enforced principles, and disclosure, waiver, and privacy standards were carefully implemented at all Retreat events including the initiations underway this night. Two suburban women (and their accompanying husbands) had been invited to play something the Retreat called The Cougar Game.

In addition to the Westerholms, two close friends, Joan Hockaday and her husband Brock, had also been invited to initiate their membership the same night. Pixie-sized and 53 years young Joan arrived in a double-breasted pale blue cashmere jacket with a bullet bra encasing her surgically-enhanced 34Ds. The taut fabric of her matching belted cashmere pants revealed the outline of an elaborate garter belt attached to hot pink nylons peeking out at her shapely ankles. Joan’s 5’4″ cheerleader stature was amplified by tall Lucite platform shoes with a six inch heel, almost as striking as the thigh high 5 inch boots in which Brandi was trying to negotiate around the reception room.

Many Retreat members came up to both women to deliver good wishes; some were masked but others just introduced themselves straight out. Assuring the new initiate wives that they’d found the right place, Brandi and Joan often heard the words,

“Tonight will change your lives” and “This will be a night that you’ll never forget!”

Instructions were given and then the Retreat members disappeared to ready themselves for the evening’s initiations. Brandi and Joan were soon split apart from Stuart and Brock for separate briefings. One thing the wives were told rather shocked them; women all women in the Dionysis Retreat were to remain fully exposed at all times while in the club, both above and below the waist. Privates were anything but private here.

Joan realized she hadn’t really gone far enough when she put on Brock’s favorite lingerie of see-thru hot pink bra and panty garter under her cashmere outfit. This evening would entail even more extreme risk-taking than Joan had imagined. Before her concerns could set in, a hostess explained that Floor 2 contained face masks and many costumes Brandi and Joan could select from while still complying with the full exposure rule. The wives headed to an elevator marked “Costume Design Shop, Floor 2.”

Their husbands were instructed to wait below, get measured by a tailor who stepped forward with a grin. Only when signaled to do so, could they move up the staircase to watch the proceedings on Floor 2 through one-way glass wall panels. In a special function room kadıköy escort bayan off the main reception area, each man was probed and measured for all sorts of garments and for other things.

Somewhat inexplicably, the walls and cases were filled with large sex toys, literally dozens of them. One enormous realistic cock dildo was installed on a doorknob where it impaled a full-size love doll dressed in a black lace garter belt and ultra sheer black thigh-highs. The husbands wondered why they had been shown a substitute love toy, and why everyone around the Retreat seemed to be so fixated on large penis size. They were soon to find out.

Dionysis Retreat Floor 2 Twenty-five minutes later, looking through a one-way illuminated panel on their side of Floor 2, the husbands spied upon their wives. Now costumed, Joan Hockaday exuded sexuality from every pore of her body. Her platforms had been replaced by red high-heeled ankle strap peep toe fuck-me-down and-dirty pumps with the same 5 inch heels she had pranced around on since her teenage cheerleading days. Her legs were encased in shimmering white hosiery as sheer as the best French textilers knew how to make it. They were topped with three inches of red lace that attached to an 8-strap white lace garter belt. Joan’s naturally blond locks were gathered by a wild red sash bandana tied up to look like a pirate queen.

As required, Joan’s pussy was fully exposed, looking slightly different than Brock had remembered from their love-making a week earlier. No one had bothered to offer Joan any panties, and knowing the rules on non-stop exhibitionism, she had not asked.

Taken aback by Joan’s transformation to a sultry siren, Brock was not the first to speak. Stuart was riveted on another part of Joan’s costume. He pointed and said,

“Wow, look at those!” For there on Joan’s chest was an open tit conical bra right out of Madonna’s concert wardrobe. The open tit ends revealed the longest, thickest, reddest nipples Stuart had ever laid eyes on. Joan’s tight blouses and sweaters had always featured her massive boobs but given their sheer weight, she had never gone braless. In the summer, intentionally thick material in her skimpiest bikini tops had not revealed the 1¼ inch elongated nipples the surgeons had been stunned by when doing her breast augmentation from a 34B to a D cup. Having tugged and twirled and sucked on those miraculous nipples for the four years they dated and the twenty years of marriage since, Brock had kept their existence a secret from even his closest friend. But to Stuart’s new found delight, Joan’s startlingly udder-like nips were now on full display.

The cone bra made Joan look like a Viking queen, Lilliputian-sized but still a Viking Queen. It encased her augmented heavy breasts in tighter and tighter circles of elasticized red ribbing on a white background until at the seventh ring they encircled and left uncovered the fleshy structure at the base of her elongated nipples. Elastic pinched the nerve endings, and extra blood flow engorged and reddened the long tit shafts. Brock even imagined that those glorious pleasure centers were several shades redder than he’d ever seen them before . In fact, Joan’s nipples had indeed been heavily rouged by the glamour consultants on Floor 2.

And that was not all Brock and Stuart noticed. In bathing during the afternoon in preparation for the retreat, Joan had decided to shave her pussy for the first time. Below a neatly-trimmed triangle of naturally blond hair, Joan’s pussy was hairless. Her womanly pencil-thick pussy lips were exaggerated by their new-found baldness.

When Brandi appeared in the next illuminated panel, her face was completely hidden by a Rio Carnival mask, but the flaming red hair, 38Cs, and thigh-high boots were unmistakable. The rest of Brandi’s arrival clothes were nowhere to be seen. In their place, female attendants in the costume shop on Floor 2 had persuaded her to wear something Stuart found incredible because it was more revealing than anything Brandi had ever put on even in their own bedroom. Brandi’s gorgeous pear-shaped 38Cs and erect nipples were now on full display for all to see in a cupless heavily-boned corset of Corinthian black leather. Surrounding her wide hip bones was more black leather, a minipant that laced down over her flaming red mound, hardly covering her pussy, and then continued lacing right around and up the crack of her ass.

Stuart realized he should have been more prepared for Brandi’s startling transformation by the briefing on first floor. Tits and pussies of all women in the Dionysis Retreat were fully exposed at all times. He knew that but Stuart just had not yet wrapped his mind around the fact that this condition of admission would include his wife. There was little doubt about it now; there Brandi stood in all her sexed-up glory. If she had been stunning and alluring upon arrival, now on Floor 2 Brandi’s lusty image ataşehir escort bayan in the black leather corset/minipant/thigh-high boots costume was enough to take a man’s breath away. His friend Brock broke the silence. “Stuart, I’ve wanted Brandi in the worst way for years. I think you know that. We’ve talked about it. Even talked that one night when we were all so drunk about trying to get the girls into wife swapping, but I have to tell you. Your wife is the sexiest thing I’ve every laid eyes on, in magazines, on videos, anywhere. If she weren’t on the other side of these one-way illuminated panels, I don’t know if I could control the lust I’m feeling right now. Brandi looks like a sexpot fantasy, pure and simple. Any male she meets in that outfit will say anything and do anything to get into those lace-up hot pants. I know I would, and I’m your closest friend. What have we gotten ourselves into?”

Stuart grew momentarily concerned too, but quickly his overriding emotion again took over. This (lucky?) husband found himself feeling an uncontrollable lust not for a stripper or a porn star or an inappropriately sexily dressed woman at work but for his own wife of thirty years. The Cougar Game was already having one of its intended effects on the husbands. But, Brandi was on the other side of the glass and headed for an elevator to Floor 3.

A loudspeaker then projected a strong female voice reminding Stuart and Brock that they must now delay their progress into the upper floors of the Game while their wives got fifteen minutes ahead of them in the initiation proceedings. Just as the husbands realized their wait would be interminable, the woman’s voice noted that the delay from Floor 3 to Floor 4 would be even longer—a full thirty minutes.

Each husband was lost in his own thoughts as the big clock strategically placed beside their stairwell to Floor 3 ticked ever so slowly. Each passing minute was accompanied by a loud tick as the large hand moved one notch closer to their release. Three minutes, five, seven went by. It seemed to Stuart like hours. He could only imagine what Brandi had gotten into, and what or who had gotten into Brandi. Most importantly from the perspective of the designers of the Cougar Game, he desperately wanted to see, to watch her!

At the appointed moment, both husbands were on the bottom step poised bizarrely like tuxedoed track sprinters. When the loudspeaker announced, “You may proceed,” Stuart and Brock raced up the twenty treads to Floor 3.

The psychological and eroto-physical effect on both husbands was just what the designers of the Game had intended. Each lusted after their own spouse, but like never before each also lusted after the other’s wife. Knowing full well the effect his sex partner’s transformation was having on a virile male substitute standing right alongside caused each husband substantial angst. Especially since their wives were calling the shots, both husbands just wanted to rush headlong into the next experience and see what the ladies were up to.

Neither yet fully comprehended the breadth and depth of eroticism and infidelity that was about to unfold. With 6-inch boners raging in their tuxedo pants, the husbands raced towards the next set of illuminated panels that would reveal what was going on upstairs.

Dionysis Retreat Floor 3 The husbands were stopped in their tracks by what they saw. They immediately sensed things would never be the same again. For there in the illuminated panel on Floor 3 was a spa of foliage, waterfalls, and pools with clusters of people whose presence shocked them to their cores. Their scantily-clad wives had been joined by many people — mostly men — and all of them were black. Every shade of the absence of color was present from light-skinned Caribbeans to jet black Nigerians, and everything in between. Each man was an Adonis—huge chests, deeply muscled thighs and calves, and all were naked.

Stuart and Brock’s eyes alighted on one singular object located everywhere they looked across the panoramic scene. Hanging with lazy and therefore somewhat more foreboding indifference between each black man’s legs was an absolutely enormous prick. Bigger pricks than either husband had ever laid eyes on before in all their years of locker rooms at school, college, and the gym.

The black male organs looked like flashlights they were so thick, some two and even three inches. And many were ten or twelve inches long, twice the erections that Stuart and Brock had used to initiate their wives into the pleasures of raw sex. These studs were clearly sex machines capable of driving compliant women who gave themselves over to be pleasured by them up to higher and higher waves of orgasmic delight. There were several other mature women dressed like Joan and Brandi scattered throughout the spa. Drinking from long-stemmed glasses, each “cougar” was surrounded by several attentive black males.

The central alcove ümraniye escort bayan of the spa had a giant belching hookah and ten pipes trailing into the foliage. Occasionally, a white woman and her black admirers would approach the hookah and take several tokes before moving back into the steam rooms or hut tubs. Although no touching was visible across the entire spa, Stuart and Brock could only imagine what was happening beneath the water of the hub tubs and in the steam rooms. They were deeply engaged, though disengaged; they wanted to watch.

It was time for the wives to meet Jennie Draper, creator of the Cougar Game. Jennifer Crown Draper (Jennie to her friends and lovers) was a 56 year old knockout. From high cheekbones to slim ankles, every inch of her 5’11” frame was perfection. She had married and divorced five powerful handsome men in the professions and executive management. Not a one of the five could keep up with her wit, her joie de vivre, her self-confidence, her raw intellect, or her voracious sexual appetite. Most people in town assumed Jennie had taken as many lovers when she was married as in her more freewheeling days before or since. Jennie may have been a cougar, but Jennie Draper was no slut. She had broken up lots of marriages, and triggered more multi-orgasmic hours of intercourse than any other woman in the city, but men chased her (always had and still did), not the other way around.

When Jennie simultaneously tapped Joan and Brandi on their shoulders, both women practically jumped out of their skins. Slowly they turned with lowered eyes, drawn ever slowly higher to what they thought would be some guy’s monstrously large cock. Instead, their furtive glances revealed fishnet stockings encasing impossibility long legs atop peep toe red satin high-heeled mules. Raising their eyes still higher, they saw fully-exposed bulbous 36Ds on a shelf bra inside a see-thru men’s dress shirt, shirttail out. Jennie Draper looked gorgeous in gold bracelets and large gold hoop earrings. Her make-up was perfect, her demeanor was calming, and her words allowed the wives to take a deep breath for the first time in 90 seconds.

“So, glad you two decided to join us for the evening’s adventure. I’m Jennifer Draper, creator of the Cougar Game. Although I don’t own or operate the Dionysis Retreat, I did create the concept of the six floors of initiation events you two will experience tonight. Remember you have shown a great sense of adventure just coming here, and you can decide to stop the evening on any floor level at any time.”

“Your husbands and (if you so choose) your new lovers will always follow your lead. That’s the way we play the Cougar Game; you are in charge. I’ll always be close by if you ever have any doubt about that. Throughout your first evening here, just look to me for guidance if you’re uncertain about what to do. For now, you could go check out that closest hot tub over there. But you look like you’re dying to ask me some questions, right?”

“First,” said Brandi quietly, “Why are all the men around here black?”

“That’s actually easy to explain,” responded Jennie. “It drives your husbands absolutely crazy with lust (lust that you can channel) to watch you around these enormous black cocks. Husbands have dicks or pricks. These are not; they’re ‘cocks.’ You’re already beginning to appreciate the difference I suspect. That’s why we celebrate so blatantly their long thick cocks?”

“And second,” Jennie continued. “As I think you’ve already noticed, these black studs make excellent eye candy for building our own female lust. Like men, we Cougars don’t associate sexuality just with relationships; we Cougars like our visual stimuli too. There you’ve heard it; I’ve called us proudly ‘Cougars’ for that indeed is just what we are, and you may wish to be one too.”

“Finally and most importantly, long thick cocks feel really good; they make for wild uncontrollable multiple orgasms unlike anything most women have ever experienced. Tonight is your chance to find out! On the upper floors things get more touch-oriented. But here on Level III you can look all you want. Indeed the rule on this 3rd Floor is no-touch, only look.”

“As first-timers, I suggest you go dangle your toes in that closest hot tub, have some more champagne, and then later maybe try the hookah. I’ll come and check on you again in a few minutes. Remember your husbands are always a level below you in the Game. They’re enjoying watching, but not what you do here, not until you decide to move on to Floor 4. Have fun?”

Brandi and Joan stepped as inconspicuously as high heels on marble and a natural self consciousness about their fully exposed tits and pussies could allow towards the steaming swirling water. Sitting on the edge of the hot tub, they reached down to take off their expensive new shoes and boots from the Costume Shop on Level I. Before they could do so, however, their glasses were refilled. In the relaxed and chemically-induced state of sexual arousal they had already reached, both wives took another moment to look around. The first thing they saw was a sign beside the hot tub which read

Ladies, Leave Your High Heels On At All Times While In the Retreat. So What If They Get Wet. Moreover, You Never Know When You May Get A Chance To Leave Heel Marks on the Ceiling. So, Ladies Don’t Take Your High Heels Off!

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It was two oclock in the morning when I was startled out of my sleep. Hey bitch! he yelled as the door flew open and slammed against the wall. He turned on the overhead light and threw something at me. Get your ass up and get that on, he said pointing to the mass of black material he had just thrown at me. I was absolutely pissed. Get Fucked! I yelled. I plan on it! he said, as he turned to leave the room. He turned around and saw me lay back down. Get it on, now! he demanded. Then come out here.

I lifted up the black thing with a hiss and looked at it. It was a silky bustier with lace ties and garter along with matching panties and black nylons. It was difinitely pretty, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. Every once in a blue moon he got in on of these demanding sex moods and I had found out long ago just to go along with him. As soon as he had his fantasy he would return to my normal guy. I wondered what mood it was tonight, as I got the silky underwear on. Hurry up bitch he yell from the other room. I got a horny fat cock waiting for you and a surprise. I looked into the mirror while I was dressing. The bustier had slashes that exposed my firm breasts. It had laces to tie for the peek a boo effect. and the panties were crotchless. I slipped on a pair of my black stiletto heels and walked through the bedroom door.

I could see he was waiting in the recliner. He looked over when he heard my heels touch the floor. It about time, he said looking intently at my lace covered tits. Come over here girl, he said sternly with a strict look. I walked closer to the chair and only then realized that another chick was on her knees sucking his now enlarged big cock. I was totally shocked and my face must of showed it, cause he said, meet your lover for tonight, bitch. I was totally speechless. He had never brought another woman home before. I didn’t know he wanted another person in our relationship. He motioned for me to come closer. Still in shock I just stood there with a stunned expression. He yelled again, get over here!

I came tuzla escort bayan and stood by his chair and watched the girl as she crammed the entire lenght of his hard rod down her throat, making little suck and gurgle noises with each stoke of her mouth. It was highly erotic to me, watching that girl suck off my man. I got down on my knees and watched her giving him head . He reached over and stuck his finger up my already hot cunt and began pumping me, MMMmmm I murmured… suck him hard…. I said. I was mesmerised by the scene unfolding right in front of my eyes. I felt my guy slide two fingers up my pussy while I continued to watch. Surprisingly, I was really getting turned on. Suddenly he pulled her mouth from his enlarged cock and his fingers from my drenched snatch and motioned for us both to go over to the couch. We both got up and went to the couch and sat down. Now he said, I want you two to say hello to each other,.he said with a sinister grin. I want you two to fuck each other. I didn’t know what to think. I had never been with another woman before. I didn’t know what to do.

She looked at me and grinned, apparently she knew what to do. She ran her hands up my body and pushed me down on the couch. Her hands were smooth as silk and my body was responded to her womanly touch. She came forward and began to kiss my neck and massage my lace covered breasts. She untied the laces and exposed my titties. She sucked on each of my nipples and they grew a deep red and puckered up hard. Then she kissed my lips. She force my mouth open with her tongue and I found myself kissing her passionately back. I found it totally strange to have another women kiss me but, my pussy turned into a torrent of hot flame with her touch. Sensing this she reached down and massage my hot aching mound. I could see my husband was fingering her cunt while he watched her fingers go through my crotchless panties and run anxiously up and down my cunts slick lips.

Eat her, he said to me, while he continued göztepe escort bayan to thrust his fingers deeper inside. She came up to the head of the couch and turned around, then she layed her body down on top of me. She very quickly got situated and I found myself looking close up, at this girl’s snatch. I gingerly stuck my tongue out and dabbed at the soft pink flesh. It’s inner taste and slickness felt good against my tongue. I tried a little bit more and she moved sensually around on top of me. I felt her tongue begin to lick my clit and this started to drive me wild. I open my legs wider for her and I started to really stroke her pussy with my hard tongue, running it very quickly over her hard bud of pleasure. I pushed my tongue deep inside her and tasted her juices that were oozing out of her pussy. This girl was one hot babe and to my surprise, I was enjoying eating her cunt.

My guy watched us both, while he pulled on his long hard cock. We both looked up when he said, Come mere, baby. He reached over and pulled her off the top of me. He leaned her up against the edge of the couch and entered her from behind. I watched every stroke of his hard hot cock, as it slid up her hot drenched pussy. I got on the couch in front of her and played with her pleaure nob using both my tongue and my fingers. She was so hot and slick, and I could feel the heat and friction of the hard meat, pounding away at her hole. She began to breath very fast and her whole body began to hum and vibrate. She was on fire and her clit was very hot and rock hard. She started undulating her hips and rocking her clit over my tongue, faster and harder as my man slammed his meat into her harder and harder. She began to cum and made little gutteral screams . I could taste her juices with each stroke of my man’s big cock. Her juices were spilling out of her pussy as she came.

I could tell he was quite incensed by all of it, but his rod was still big and pulsating and waiting to cum. All his veins were kurtköy escort bayan sticking out and his cock had a fine sheen to it, from her juicy cunt. I reached out and grabbed his cock, and began to suck on his large protruding member, still tasting and smelling her hot cum on his cock. I started to give him feather light kisses on the top of his rod. while squeezing him with a quick, firm hand.. He let out a low growl and grabbed me. He placed me on the edge of the couch facing him and slammed his big member up my hot scalding pussy. Looking over to the girl, he said, prepare her ass baby. He continued to shove his hard member up my aching cunt and she knealt down behind him and began to stroke my ass. Soon she was kissing my asshole with her tongue and lips making me absolutely crazy. He pulled out of my cunt and very slowly, slid his scaulding hot cock up my ass. I turned immediately on fire. He pulled his long hard member all the way out and then very quickly rammed it straight in again, while our friend watched. She began to suck on his balls, while he rode my hot tight slick ass. I could feel her tongue and breath with each stroke of his hard prick. I reached down and began to play with my pussy. I pushed my fingers into my drenched cunt as he watched. He continued to pump my ass hard. It felt like a red hot hard poker, and I was beginning to cum.

Our friend began to finger her own cunt, while she continued to lick his very big pair of balls. I was so wet, I could feel my juices running down over my asshole, drenching his cock and balls. Soon she started running her tongue up over his asshole, while she continued to finger her hot juicy cunt. His balls turned suddenly harder when he felt her hot tongue. He gave out another low gutteral moan and he felt his hot cum starting to broil in his nuts. She continued to tongue his ass and then began reaming the virgin hole. She placed one finger on the outside off his entrance. When she sensed he was about to cum, she slid one long finger up his virgin ass, making him cum in hot torrents of jism. He reamed my ass hard emptying his balls, and I could feel his hot cum running out of my ass.. We were all cumming and moaning, until we all fell into a heap on the couch.

After we had all come back from fuck zone, she and I introduced ourselves and we carried our newfound friendship to the bedroom to continue on with the night.

The end

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Ken was uneasy about having dinner with Shannan and her husband Sean. Shannan and he had been co-workers and friends for a long time, until Shannan switched jobs. They stayed in contact, and often that contact led to serious flirting and innuendo, though they had never actually acted on the chemistry. Recently, Shannan had been suggesting that Ken talk to her husband and give him a few “hints” on being more romantic. He hoped that this dinner was not a ploy on Shannan’s part to initiate a conversation in that area. Ken had tried to explain to her in the past that guys simply do not talk to one another about technique.

Dinner was actually quite pleasant. They had gone through four bottles of wine and Ken found himself wishing that he had come over for dinner earlier. He really liked Sean, who had a cynical sense of humor, much like his own. The food was great, the conversation was extraordinary, and the wine. . .well the wine made everything just fine.

The more the night went on and the more the conversation progressed, the more affectionate Shannan and Sean became with each other. Ken tried not to watch them too closely, but he had always been attracted to Shannan, and never could understand why any man would have a hard time learning to be a better lover to please a woman like her. He wondered if Shannan was being unreasonable. Maybe it was just her perspective that her husband was inattentive. He was certainly paying attention to her now, and doing it in front of him. In fact, it was starting to drive him crazy, so he suggested that it was probably time for him to head home.

Sean pretended to be a cop and pantomimed giving him a breath-a-lyzer test and convinced him not to drive; it was almost 2a.m. and he had downed quite a few glasses of wine during the course of the night. Ken didn’t particularly feel drunk, but knew he was a little buzzed. Shannan giggled and told him he was blitzed. He stood up to protest, and stumbled slightly, so they convinced him to stay.

Shannan gave him a blanket, sheets and a pillow for the couch and then they disappeared upstairs and into their bedroom. He could tell by their mood and the way they were kissing and holding hands that they were not going to be sleeping. He grinned as they left thinking that Shannan’s complaint about her husband’s lack of bed skills was pretty much off base. Sean seemed to be pretty romantic to him. Maybe they just needed to have wine as part of their foreplay. Ken turned off the lights and settled onto the couch and started watching television. During one of the commercial fades he heard a muffled whimper and hit the power button to silence the television and darken the room. It wasn’t long before he started hearing the familiar sounds of sex.

The bedroom was just at the top of the stairs and even through the closed door he could hear Shannan’s soft moans. He had always bostancı escort bayan found her very attractive, so the thought of what might be going on in there instantly turned him on. It wasn’t long before his cock swelled and he started stroking it under the blanket as he closed his eyes and wished he were Sean. This went on for a while and soon his hands were getting slick with his own excitement. Shannan’s moans stayed fairly even and soft, never growing much louder. Ken stroked himself and strained to hear Shannan, but then he only heard as Sean chimed in. It was over very quickly.

A moment later Ken saw a blur of movement glide down the stairs and into the kitchen. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Through his slit eyelids he saw Shannan wrapped in a bed sheet and looking really very gorgeous in a disheveled sort of way. She had grabbed the last bottle of wine and two glasses. Suddenly Ken realized that in the course of his excitement he had let the blanket slip off the couch, his pants were unzipped and open, and his cock was still quite erect.

Shannan paused as she passed the couch and stared at him. “Oops, I thought you-uhhhm-were asleep, but I guess I was mistaken,” she covered her mouth as she started to giggle. She had a devilish look on her face as she caught my obvious hard-on jutting up from under the sheets.

“Oh Ken, I’m sorry…you want to come play?”

Ken was totally embarrassed and really caught off guard. Sean had come downstairs to check on what was taking her so long with the wine. He was now behind her and he too looked a little surprised at her offer. Ken looked at him for a signal one way or another. She caught this exchange and took Sean by the hand, “Come on honey, we’re all friends, it’s just for play.” Before he could say anything she stood up and kissed him…a very deep and long kiss, her tongue dancing in his mouth.

The sheet she was wrapped in fell to the floor and Ken saw her naked for the first time. His eyes immediately left her face and her shoulder length copper hair. Her breasts had always seemed large under her clothes, but he was not prepared for how lovely they truly were. The large white globes seemed to float before him, her large dark nipples were erect and seemed to call out to him. His eyes soaked in the rest of her curvaceous beauty. She was short, but very well built and very soft looking. He was drawn to her trimmed, but dark pubic hair. Watching her kiss Sean as her naked body hovered before him brought his cock back up to it’s full length and thickness. He didn’t know what Sean was thinking until he noticed Sean’s cock growing under his boxers. It was of modest size, and Ken couldn’t help but to wonder if that was part of Shannan’s complaint. He knew some woman were overly concerned with size.

Shannan moved from dudullu escort bayan his lips down his neck to his smooth chest, stopping at his nipples to lick them, then trailed her tongue down his stomach. Shannan kneeled on the floor and put her mouth around his cock, but through his boxers. Ken watched this completely transfixed. She glanced back at Ken and flashed him a devilish smile as she tugged his boxers down then started fellating Sean right in front of him.

Sean was too busy being focused on getting a blow job to protest when Shannan paused and turned toward Ken.

“Let me see yours, Ken.”

Ken hesitated. This whole thing was surreal. When they had flirted online, she had once asked him to describe his cock to her after she had told him about a previous lover that had been quite large. He had teased her about having a picture of his cock scanned and sent to her, but he never actually sent it. That didn’t mean he wasn’t tempted to, he just tried to be a gentlemen. Now he was being asked to expose himself to her in person and in front of her husband. Ken looked up at Sean, but his eyes were closed and he was rocking back and forth on his feet as Shannan resumed sucking his cock.

Ken swallowed and decided that “Carpe Diem!” was a good thing. He stood up and nervously lowered his pants exposing his cock to Shannan and Sean. At about the same time, Shannan had taken Sean’s boxers completely off. Shannan was about to resume sucking Sean’s cock when her eyes grew wide at the sight of Ken’s twitching prong just inches from her face.

“You’re bigger than him,” she commented with wide, almond-shaped eyes.

Ken looked down at Sean’s cock and decided that was quite obvious.

“No not him,” Shannan said as she tugged on Sean’s cock causing him to moan loudly, “I mean Chris. Chris was a bit longer than you, but my gawd, yours is so. . .so. . .damn thick.”

Shannan took Ken by the hand and moved him closer to them. She was down on her knees and she took Sean’s cock back into her mouth, while she stroked Ken’s. Ken looked toward Sean again for some signal, as he didn’t want to ruin a new friendship, but he was too into his blowjob to even notice. Ken pulled off his shirt and kicked his pants across the room. The three of them were completely naked in the living room.

Shannan adjusted herself pulling Ken and Sean closer together; she was between them and moved so that both cocks were inches from her mouth. She lifted her swirling mouth from Sean as he rocked back and forth and began bucking as hips as if he were about to cumm, and pinched the root of his cock to back off the orgasm. Then she took Ken’s cock in her warm mouth for the first time. It was heaven; she moved so slowly and softly over him, that he nearly fainted. Her mouth was smooth, wet, and warm. She acıbadem escort bayan alternated between Ken and Sean and then she did something which surprised both of them; she pulled the cocks together so that they were touching.

Sean’s long slender cock against Ken’s thick short cock. She tried to put both in her mouth at the same time, but when she couldn’t fit them both, she began rubbing the cocks together. They were both stunned and wanted to protest, but the feeling was absolutely wonderful. Both cocks were wet from her saliva and they slid so smoothly across each other they were confused. It was an incredible feeling. Rampant heterosexuality finally asserted itself and Ken and Sean backed away. Shannan chided them and teased them, but then was back to alternating between the cocks.

Ken looked down at Shannan who had inched up to a squatting position. The look in her eyes was pure passion as she sucked first one, then the other cock. He had always wondered if women enjoyed fellatio, or merely tolerated it. Shannan seemed to love it. He decided she liked having that power over men, and he didn’t mind being overpowered. Shannan winked at him and she glided her hand up and down her smooth leg. She was moaning in delight around the manflesh in her mouth as she started pressing two fingers into her gorgeous pussy. She was fucking herself with one hand and rubbing her breast with another. all the while never missing a stroke with her gurgling mouth.

“Show him!”

“What?” Ken and Sean muttered at the same time, opening their eyes.

“Ken. . .” Shannan was whimpering and moaning so much she had trouble forming her words. She had stopped sucking there cocks and was looking pointedly at both of them as she continued to finger her own pussy.

“. . .show Sean how to eat my pussy and how to find that G-spot thing you talked about earlier.”

“Yeah, show me. I want to learn, Shannan told me something about that, but I have never heard of it. I know how to play with her clit, but I don’t think she has one of those G-spot things. I have been trying to find for months ever since you sent her that email.”

“What?” Ken looked at both of them. He was real nervous.

“It’s okay. I’ve read all the email you sent my wife. It turns us both on. It was my idea to have you over to dinner. I was worried that you got too drunk and had passed out. I want you to teach me to fuck my wife better.”

“Me too,” Shannan offered with a giggle.

Ken sat on the couch and tried to push the weirdness out of his head. He looked up to see Sean had spread out the sheets and blankets and was helping Shannan arrange herself on the floor.

Sean spread his wife’s legs and moved out of the way. Seeing Shannan’s legs parted before him broke the surreal funk he had fallen into. Ken knelt between her thighs and made slow butterfly circles with his fingertips along the outside of Shannan’s legs. She began to coo and writhe on the sheets as he knelt down and gave the inside of her thighs small tender, swirling kisses. He dipped further forward and was intoxicated by the scent of Shannan’s excitement. He teased her by rubbing his chin in her wet crevice before licking her clit a few times.

To Be Continued…

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I was driving home one evening when my mind went back to the last time I had a good fuck. I was thinking of a young girl from work whom I know is too young for me but I still think about sucking her out and then fucking her cunt. As I was driving along gradually getting a nice hard on I thought I will have to stop and have a wank or I will crash the car. All of a sudden I saw a sign for a sauna just down in front of me. I don’t know what possessed me but I found myself pulling over and parking. I walked up to the entrance, opened the door and walked in. The first thing you see is a strange little hall way that opens into a red room with a guy sitting at a desk. He told me it cost £15 and that includes a back massage for 5 minutes. I was just going to say that I don’t have a swimming costume and I was told I didn’t need one.

I was given a locker key and towel that was just big enough to dry your face. The lights got dimmer as I walked into the locker room. I found the locker, looked around and decided to get undressed. All of a sudden I realised I was not alone I looked around to see a guy sitting on the bench next to me, hello he said, I looked, nodded an smiled. He took this to be a welcome stood up letting his towel drop and asked if I needed help getting undressed. He didn’t have an over large dick but it was growing as he stood there. I took my shirt off and he stroke my back saying how muscular I was. I wanted to take off my trousers but he was too close behind me. If I turned around I didn’t want my dick too close to him. In the end I turned sideways and bent down to pick my trousers up and the guy started to slide my underwear down. Then he slid his hand down between my arse cheeks making me jump. I quickly took them off tossed them into the locker picked up my towel said I was going to explore the place and walked off. As I wandered away I noticed him look at me and stroke his dick up and down.

I decided to go for a pee before going out into the sauna and finding the masseur. I went into a cubicle sat down and noticed a hole in the wall as I was having a pee. I could see a shadow moving past and had a look through but not with my eye next to hole. I could see a guy wanking off. Suddenly the head of his dick came through the hole and a whisper asking me if I wanted to suck him off. I didn’t say anything but as I flushed the toilet the whole dick came through. It seemed to throb by itself. I squeezed by it and opened the door. The other side I heard a female voice telling me to stick my dick through the hole. I stopped and listened again it told me, and then I saw an eye at the hole then a tongue come through. I held onto my dick and gave the head to the tongue to lick. It felt good, too good, after a few minutes of this the voice said push it through for me. I pushed my dick through to feel lip suckle the head. Then I could feel teeth grip just behind the head stopping me pulling back, the door creaked open and a black guy came in behind me. He smiled at me, knowing what was happening, walked behind me and squeezed my arse cheeks and then spread them. I was holding the wall, as I couldn’t move. Then I felt the soft touch of the black guy sucking my arse hole driving his tongue deep beyond the clenched muscle. My dick was growing beykoz escort bayan larger then the teeth were gone and the sucking started again. It was heaven.

I had never been in this situation before and didn’t know what to do. The sucking stopped but the black guy stayed behind me so I bent over for him so he could get to me better. I heard the door open then there was a black guy standing in front of me he had a slightly high pitch voice he was the girl I thought I heard. They both stood in front of me and held their hands out for me to take, which I did. They led me off to the Jacuzzis my towel was dropped on the edge and we got in and the 2 black guys sat either side of me. We all chatted for a while asking my name I told them then they told me theirs, Anthony and Brian. I could feel their legs brushing mine then I felt them both take a hand and moved it so I holding a dick. They moved my hnd up and down stroking them. I didn’t need much encouragement I was fascinated to feel the skin slip down but feel the hardness underneath. I was growing to love the feel. I then became aware of them stroking my nipples and all over my chest. I then felt some hands behind me stroking my head I look over my shoulders and saw the guy I first saw as I was getting changed. I turned back as I could feel the heat from his dick as it was glancing over my cheek near my ear.

This went on for ages I closed my eyes and let the situation take its own path. I kept on stroking their dicks not fast but just fast enough for me to experience the feeling. Then I was aware of others sitting opposite us obviously wanking off under the water while watching. Then they obviously started to wank each other. I then felt what was like a foot moving over my dick it was a strange feeling but not unpleasant. I was the n lifted by Brian so I was sitting on the edge with my dick sticking straight up. Brian moved my legs apart moved between them and sucked my dick into his mouth and started to bob his head up and down. Anthony moved up and kissed me then his tongue entered my mouth. I was sucking on it kissing him with passion. Brian stopped sucking me stood up licking his lips took my hand and put it on his cock then Anthony did the same. We walked off with all the rest following, I could feel hands stroking my body slipping between my cheeks and a finger trying to get into my arse. Fingers were nipping my nipples making me wince.

We moved into a massage room where I was laid onto the table on my back. I laid there feeling different hands touching me everywhere, mouths sucking me cock, nipples, legs any where. The 2 blacks guys stood by my head stroking my hair, smiling at me. Anthony had his cock lying on the table by my head. I turned to look at him and it touched my lips I turn away not sure what to do. Suddenly all the hands left me, I was pulled up the table so my head hung over the edge. Then I saw Anthony’s black cock brushing my lips, I could feel his hands hold me head still. I opened my mouth and allowed him to feed his cock in. he didn’t push fast or hard but just the head and he slowly moved closer feeding more in. after a few minutes he was moving down my throat with his balls brushing my üsküdar escort bayan nose. He let go of my head and slowly moved his black cock in and out. I thought fuck this is mouth fuck no wonder girls like this it feels wonderful. He gently face fucked me. I think Brian was wanting for the right time before stroking my dick. Then I felt his lips around me taking me into his throat. But then I felt other hands lift my legs and fit them into stirrups then moving them apart. Further and further apart.

Anthony was still slowly fucking my face, I could feel his hand on my throat feeling his cock bulging out. He pulled out with a plop. I was going to object but I looked down to see another guy now sucking me, his head bobbing up and down very fast enjoying what he was doing. He stopped moved to my side and while staring into my eyes slowly took my whole length down his throat again. I saw my black friends between my legs stroking them while looking down at me. Anthony nodded at someone who walked to my head grabbed it and drove his dick into my mouth. He was not as careful as Anthony he just pushed his dick in and fucked my face for his pleasure. As my dick was being sucked I felt a finger enter my arse with ease. Then 2, opening me up I felt something cool being poured over me. Then the fingers were entering me easily. A dick was placed into my hands for me to wank, then I felt fingers pinch my nipples making me gasp. While all this was going on I felt something larger enter my arse with ease. Then I felt it go deeper and deeper and I realised I was being fucked by Anthony. He held onto my hips and fuck me fast, then faster and faster. Stroking my stomach to make me feel easier. Then within a short time the face fucking, arse fucking and wanking slowed down until it was a wonderful experience. Not rough but good. It went on and on for what seemed like ages. The guy in my mouth was he first to cum, he pulled out and shot over my face. Then a face started to lick it off. The guy sucking me off and I looked down to see Anthony grip me and slowly stroke me. Someone held my head so I could watch.

Anthony knew I was near to cumming so me wanked me faster and faster and as I felt him throb, I cum at the same time as he did. Brian dropped onto my dick to take my cum, he drank it down. Anthony pulled out of my arse slipped off the condom he put on dropping it onto the floor. I was pleased that he had used one. I was lift off the table and I walked over to the Jacuzzi got in a felt the warm water wash over my body. Lots of guys got in and we all were so close that we leaned on each other. My hands stroked a limp dick as a hand stroked me.

Anthony leaned over and kissed me cheek wondering what my reaction will be. I just smiled and let him. After a while the Jacuzzi cleared and I was left with Anthony and Brian sitting each side of me again. It was about 6.30 in the evening and the sauna was open to everyone again. I hadn’t realised it was men only. Two young girls about 18 got in next to us smiled and kept on looking at us. Brian leant over and spoke to them getting close to their ear and he was obviously stroking her leg. She smiled and followed Brian as he got out. They both sancaktepe escort bayan went into the same room as before. We followed them, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. As we went in the used condom was still on the floor. She sat on the edge of the table watching as I locked the door. We walked over to her and went to work stripping her costume off, we all had the same idea and she was going to get fucked hard.

She was laid down and made to suck us off, we didn’t touch her at all. She was squirming around the table, fingers in her own cunt, trying to bring herself off. Brian lay on the table and told her fuck her cunt on his black cock, calling her a black mans slut. She got on a fed it into her cunt. Anthony held her head a fed his dick into her mouth and down her throat, making her gag. I got behind her and forced my dick into her arse. We fucked her hard and fast not letting her cum. We pumped her with our spunk together. We got off her, unlocked the door and walked out, covering our semi hard dicks with our small towels. She was screaming at us to make her cum. We looked over to a group of other black guys told them to go in and fuck her she needs it. As we walked away we heard her saying no, but then we heard her sighing as she saw the dicks on the guys. The door was lock with her and 4 guys ready to fuck her.

We walked off back to the locker room, laughing how she was such a slut just to go off and fuck anyone. Then I thought I wasn’t much better. But who cares. She enjoys being fucked and so do I. I also enjoy fucking as well. I went into the shower with Anthony and Brain my 2 new black friends. We washed each other and as no one was around touching each others cocks. Brain got onto his hands and knees and sucked Anthony off, I rolled a condom on got behind Anthony soaped his arse pushed him forward and fed my dick into his arse. Some guys looked in and left us alone as we fucked. Then one guy came over and watched Anthony beckoned him over and wanked him off while being fucked. He leant over and kissed him, he was the first to cum. He hadn’t realised that we had been fucking and sucking all afternoon. We pulled out cum all over the floor, washed again and got dressed. We chatted as we got dressed and decided to go for something to eat. One thing led to another, I ended up in bed with Anthony cuddling me while Brian went home. We fucked, sucked and made each other feel good.

We now go out looking for girls to fuck, they have o take all 3 cocks together, and places to fuck each other. We do look for places where we have an audience as we enjoy it. Some say its nice to see black and white skin next to each other and even better when I am between both of them. Me sucking Brian, Brian sucking me, and Anthony fucking my arse. The girls get really hot and want to be fucked senseless after watching us.

My crotch is so wet after writing this, my cock is hard and I need to keep stroking it. Its now been hard for about 60 minutes. I have just wanked and cum it was on my fingers so I licked them clean, no need to waste it is there. I bet you would like to taste it, I know you would suck me off and take my cock down your throat until I cum for you to drink it down. I would hold you head tight against my pubic hair so you couldn’t get away and fuck your mouth, calling you a cocksucker while you do it. Sometimes I will take it out and cum over your face and then lick it clean. I bet you would like to have your face slapped with my cock and then pushed into your mouth and down your throat. I could slap you arse if you don’t do a good job or if you are too slow. Sounds good.

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Written for Tammy in the USA, this is my attempt at writing with ‘an American voice’. Let me know if you think it works. Or if it doesn’t.

Tammy, Jay and the stranger waited by the window for the three new guys to show up. Every now and then, one or the other of them – sometimes even both – would stroke her bare ass or slide their fingers between her slick pussy lips. Tammy moaned quietly at each and every touch.

Less than twenty minutes later, they watched a car pull on to the parking lot.

“There’s my boys,” announced the stranger. “I’ll go get ‘em!”

They watched him go out to the car and greet each of them with a handshake and a pat on the back. He began talking earnestly, pointing to the window and gesticulating wildly, clearly describing his – and now their – good fortune. The three newcomers glanced a little suspiciously at the window, as if they couldn’t believe what they were hearing.

Soon the four of them filed into the little motel room. The stranger, smiling broadly, made some introductions: “Now this here is Cal, this here is Michael and this here is Davis. And this lady and gentleman are…well, a very beautiful woman and her extremely generous husband!”

Awkwardly Tammy shook their hands, finding it almost impossible to believe that in a few short minutes, all going well, she would be taking each of them in her cunt one after the other. It was amazing to her how quickly things had changed in her life.

Cal, Michael and Davis, each neat in suit and tie, shook her hand a little warily. They found it hard to make eye contact with her. They seemed uncertain what to make of it all.

Jay seemed even more embarrassed that them. Maybe, thought Tammy, he’s gotten ahead of himself; taken things too far, too fast. She hoped not. The chance of trying black cock was too good to miss out on.

“Do you like what you see?” Asked Jay, at last. The three nodded shyly at him. “Honey, lay down on the bed and let them see what they’re getting.”

Obediently Tammy slid back on to the bed. Resting her head on the pillows, she spread herself open to their gaze. She felt, rather than saw, three pairs of eyes on her cunt. Tammy pulled her lips apart and felt cum ooze out. She gasped in pleasure. When one of the young men spoke she was jolted out her reverie.

“Listen, I don’t mean to be rude here, sir, really I don’t, but is there any chance the lady could maybe clean up before we start? I’m sorry, but I just down like the idea of sliding up her when she’s so…ya know, so messed up.”

This was Cal speaking, but there was a low murmur of agreement from the other two. For a moment Jay was taken aback. Clearly he hadn’t counted on this. “Sure, guys, sure. I understand,” he said. “Sweetheart, you heard the young man. Go clean up. We can’t disappoint our guests, can we?”

Tammy rose from the bed, crimson with embarrassment. She was half horrified, half excited, at what a cheap whore they must have thought her. In the bathroom she washed her pussy as clean as she could, excited now at the thought that she was cleaning herself up just so as she could take more cum. Patting her cunt dry she saw how wet her juices made the threadbare towel. Becoming a slut again had cost her her self-respect. Trouble was, she realised she didn’t care about that one little bit. At least not when the pussy itch was upon her. At some stage, she thought with a wry little smile, she was going to have to deal with the confusion of emotions…but that was for later, not for now. Now was for hard cocks.

Suitably cleaned, Tammy returned to the bed, smile firmly in place. Once again, she spread her legs and teased her cunt lips apart. “Like what you see now, boys? She asked.

There was a murmur of appreciation. “I love the piercing,” Cal, said rubbing his hands together enthusiastically. Michael concurred with that sentiment. Davis didn’t speak; he just nodded and grinned.

“Right,” said Jay. “I hope our new friend has explained what my wife wants and why.”

“She wants a big dick, and because we’re black you think at least one of us will have a huge one? Does that about summarise it?” As he said this, Cal was half smiling, half irritated by the implicit racial stereotyping.

Jay şişli escort bayan winced. “It don’t sound too good when you put it like that. Nothing meant by what we were thinking. We just, you know…”

Cal shrugged. “Well, we’re here now. I’ve never been known to say no to pussy and I’m not about to start now. You want me to take my clothes off now, ma’am?”

“I think that would be a very good idea,” grinned Tammy. “Why don’t the three of you strip? Save a bit of time.”

When the three were naked, it was pretty clear that they wouldn’t need a tape measure to decide the size issue. Both Cal and Michael were well hung, but Davis was sporting some kind of monster.

“Jeez!” Whistled Tammy. “You had some kinda extension on that thing, Davis?”

“No ma’am, it’s all natural and it’s all me,” Davis replied laughing. Both Jay and the stranger looked distinctly uncomfortable by the size of it, aware that they would have to follow him.

“Ever thought of working in movies?” asked the stranger, thoughtfully. “You could earn a fortune, son.”

Davis laughed again and said: “No way. I think of it as a gift to the world!” There was a lot of nervous laughter.

“Who’s first?” asked Michael then.

“I think,” said Tammy slowly, “I think we’d better leave the biggest one ‘til last.”

Cal and Michael looked at one another. “Toss a coin?” Asked Michael. “Heads,” said Cal. It was heads. Cal was first.

“Let me suck you, honey,” breathed Tammy. As the young black man presented his semi-hard cock to her she reached out and slowly, lovingly began to stroke him. Her mouth slid over the end of his penis and he grew to full erectness, filling her mouth to stretching point. She sucked hungrily awhile, then lay back down on the bed, parting her legs to welcome him.

“Mind if I take you doggie, ma’am? I’d really like that.”

Tammy smiled and without a word she turned and presented her smooth, round ass to the young man. As Cal slipped inside her well-lubricated cunt, Tammy arched her back to give him a deeper access, and groaned as he pushed in to the hilt.

Jay and the stranger settled into armchairs, both still a little intimidated by the events unfolding before them. Davis and Michael were clearly itching for their chance at the slut and were urging Cal to “fill the bitch up!” Each time they called this encouragement, they shot apologetic sideways glances at Jay. A little embarrassed too, he nodded that it was okay to talk to his wife like that. Whatever reservations Tammy had briefly entertained were now forgotten. She called out to Cal: “Come on, fuck my cunt with your big black cock! Fill me full of fuckin’ cum like the whore I am!”

With a woman talking dirty like that to him, Cal wasn’t likely to last very long. Sure enough, within four or five minutes he was grunting away and pumping Tammy full of hot cream. As Cal withdrew, Tammy collapsed back on to the bed, already feeling thoroughly well used. “One down, two to go,” said the blonde stranger. Flushed, Tammy turned and said: “Then two more at a time after that! I’m wore out, but I’m not gonna miss out on that!”

Jay laughed: “Tammy, you’re a true slut and fuckpig in every sense of the word…you’re my little Tammy fuckpig, and I love it!”

Tammy giggled, no-one had ever called her a fuckpig before and she kinda liked it. Cal was already dressing and, once again, before Michael would use her, she had to go to the bathroom to clean up. This time the act definitely made her feel very slutty, and when she was clean of cum, she was still incredibly slick with pussy juice. They’d sure have to throw the towel away after this, she thought with a grin.

Back in the room, the stranger and the boys were discussing the surveying they were conducting at his place. With only Cal dressed it made a bizarre sight. As Tammy lay down on the bed and spread once more, the talking stopped. She stroked her aching pussy, knowing full well that she was so slicked up that she could easily accommodate the two cocks without having need of Davis to open her further. Still, there was no way she was going to announce this fact. Hell, she couldn’t wait for that massive piece of black meat to slide inside istanbul eskort her.

Jay went to the overnight bag that had slipped off the bed and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and two lengths of cord. “Thought you might like her pinned down, Michael, stop the little whore bucking around like a dirty fuckpig.”

Michael shrugged and watched as Jay attached the handcuffs to Tammy’s wrists. He pulled her arms behind her head and snapped the cuffs onto the metal headboard. “Hope I remembered the key!” He joked. At least Tammy hoped he was joking.

A length of nylon cord was attached to each leg and Jay pulled her even wider to enable him to attach each piece to the bedposts. Tammy’s cunt was gaping, her well-fucked ass red raw. “I could fist you now without any lube,” noted Jay. “What a fucking slut you are!”

Michael was advancing on her, semi hard cock in hand. “Care to suck me, too, ma’am?” He asked softly.

“Bring it on, hun!” Smiled the little slut. Michael positioned himself over the pinned down Tammy and lowered his cock into her mouth. Tied down like that it was hard for Tammy to suck him properly, but as he grew harder she knew she was doing a good job.

Once fully hard, Michael clambered between her legs and thrust inside her soaked pussy. “Jeez, man!” he exclaimed, “She is sooooo fucking open!”

Size-wise and stamina-wise, Michael had the edge over Cal. He rammed his cock into her for fully fifteen minutes. Tammy came twice before he shot his load inside her. She was screaming with pleasure, a pleasure increased by the fact she was so firmly trussed. Michael had to put his hand over her mouth so they didn’t alert the sour-faced woman behind the desk. The firmness of the hand over her mouth doubled the strength of her second orgasm.

“Ma’am,” said Michael, “you are…and I mean this as a compliment…the dirtiest woman I have ever come across in my life.”

“Why, thank you, sir!” Said Tammy. “May I say you’re pretty dirty yourself? Time for the next one, I think!”

Seeing as Tammy was tied to the bed, the blonde man offered to clean her. The first towel was drenched with cum, so he went and got a bigger one and proceeded to wipe the mixture of juices from her saturated cunt. When he was through, Tammy raised her head and saw Davis move over to the bed. Pinned down, there was no way she could fit his cock in her mouth. Even only eighty per cent hard he was way too big. Instead he moved between her thighs and manoeuvred his cock to between her cunt lips. She was open, sure, but even so it was a very tight fit. As she grew used to the size of him inside, she began to thrust hep hips up at him. Even pinned down she was bucking like a filthy slut, even with his hand over her mouth the moaning must have been audible back in Fairfax. The other men watched, fascinated and overawed, as he rode her for twenty-odd minutes before grunting and spilling his cum up her. Davis then surprised them all by sliding between her thighs and licking her cunt clean of their combined fuck juice.

By now Tammy’s cunt was so open she probably could’ve taken all five cocks in her cunt at the same time and not felt a thing. She wondered if it would have been possible. However, now sated, the young black guys were keen to get back to work so there was no way she’d find out that day how many cocks she could take in her in her pussy. Still, she mused, there was always another day.

Each thanked her and Jay for, in Cal’s words: “A lovely time,” and shook hands, very formally, with Jay and the blonde man. With that, they were gone.

Jay looked at the glistening Tammy. Her face and neck were flushed red. She was clearly feeling all used up. “You still want the double, honey?”

“Sweetheart, as wore out as I am, as sore as I am, I want your cocks in my cunt at the same time.”

Tammy announced that she wanted to be cleaned out properly again, said that it made her feel like a real two-bit whore. Once that was done, they decided she should remain bound and handcuffed to the bed. The restraints cut into her arms and legs but she found she liked the feeling. It was like they were trying to control the slut in Tammy. Of course, they could never control the escort topkapı slut in Tammy, but she thought there was no harm in ‘em trying.

A little awkwardly Jay and the stranger placed themselves either side of her and lifted her ass in the air. The cords pulled at her ankles and Tammy felt a surge of juice flood her cunt. The two men found an angle to enter her and after a little adjusting of positions she felt Jay’s familiar cock push into her. Seconds later, it was joined by the stranger’s dick. For Tammy, it was a most incredible feeling. She revelled in the sensation of two men using her cunt with different rhythms. One slid in deeper as the other slipped out, only to be thrust roughly back in. They were calling her ‘a cunt’, ‘a slut’, ‘a fucking whore’ and ‘a dirty fuckpig’. She didn’t want them to stop. She came hard. Very hard. Very soon, the stranger released the cum from his balls and Jay was only half a minute behind. Knowing that she had just been flooded with hot cum from two different men gave Tammy another little orgasm.

Once they had recovered, the two men painfully extracted themselves from beneath the exhausted body of their cumslut. The stranger began to dress, saying he’d shower at home. He wondered if they’d meet again. Jay said: “Who knows?” Tammy added that she sure hoped they would.

After a few parting words, Jay and well-fucked wife were alone. “I’ll untie you, honey, you look pretty sore.”

Tammy gave out a satisfied sign and said she was sore all over. “Honey, you are going to have to carry me to the car. I don’t think I’ll walk straight for a week!”

Later, on the journey back to Fairfax, Jay was once again in reflective mood. He had something on his mind and he wasn’t quite sure how to tell her. Still, tell her he would. After what had just taken place, he couldn’t see how she could complain. He just hoped that she’d take it well. Knowing Tammy, she probably would.

“Tammy, honey,” he began cautiously.

“Hmmm?” She asked dreamily, still basking in the post-fuck glow.

“I got something to tell ya, sweetheart. A kinda…confession.”

This snapped Tammy out of her reverie. “Confession, honey, what kind of confession?” She was worried that he’d changed his mind, that the sight of her being a whore with four strangers had disgusted him; that the collision of fantasy and reality had been too much. The tone of his voice made it clear to her that, whatever it was, it was serious. “What kind of confession?” She inquired anxiously.

“Well, the truth is…” he began slowly, before grinding to a halt.

“The truth is?” She pressed. “The truth is what, honey?”

“The truth is, Tammy, that I thought you were screwing around form the day we married.”

“But I promise you…” she said, before Jay’s raised hand cut her short.

“The truth is, Tammy, I thought you were screwing around from the day we married, so I decided that maybe I should be screwing around as well. So, to tell the truth, I was screwing around.”

For Tammy this was a bombshell. All the time Tammy was trying to quell the pussy itch, Jay was fucking some little slut. Some dirty whore. She couldn’t believe it. But, having just had five cocks in her pussy and ass, there wasn’t much she could say. “Who with?” was all she said.

Jay blew out hard. “Carla.”

This was too much for Tammy. “Not THAT Carla? Jeez, Jay, tell me it wasn’t that Carla?”

THAT Carla was Carla Chase, bitch ex-girlfriend of Jay. Tammy hated her and she hated Tammy.

Jay nodded but didn’t speak. Tammy slumped back in the car seat. “Is this what the last couple of days has been about?” She asked. “Just so as you could tell me about her?”

Jay shook his head vigorously. “Not at all, honey. It’s just that I thought you should know, now that our relationship has kinda of…altered. Ya know. Cards on the table and all.”

Tammy knew she couldn’t complain. She couldn’t blame him for thinking that she’d been screwing around. It was what the whole town thought anyway. “But her, Jay. I just can’t believe you’ve been screwing her. You know I hate the bitch.”

“I know, honey. I know you hate her. The thing is…”

“The thing is, what?” Asked Tammy, after his sentence had trailed off.

“The thing is, I’d like you to get to know her better. A lot better.” He turned, grinning to his wife. “Do you understand what I mean by that, honey?”

The colour drained from Tammy’s face as she realised that she knew exactly what he meant by that.

To be continued.

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The shower was already full of steam when I stepped in. That’s how I like it – almost too hot to handle. To be honest, that’s how I like almost everything – hot and hard and fast. I tipped my head back so the spray could hit my chest, the sudden heat making my skin flush red and my nipples harden.

I ran my hands slowly down my abdomen and over the soft curve of my hips. I felt a tingle build in my pussy. Surprise! I was horny. Again. Almost involuntarily I let my middle finger slip into the top of my slit. There was already heat between my legs as I thought of my husband. He’d been gone on a business trip for the week and there would be no time when he returned home for sex because two of his supervisors were coming over for dinner. I needed relief now.

I brought one hand up to cup my breast and tease my small nipple while I let the other one press further into my mound. I felt the little nub of my clit and jiggled it slightly, gasping at the sensation it created. If Max was here he’d be standing behind me, his breath hot on the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder met. I could feel the sharpness of his teeth as I imagined him biting into me just as I forced a finger all the way into my wet cunt. I moaned a little as I started working my finger back and forth.

Max’s hands were much bigger than mine. His fingers thicker and rougher. I slid a second finger into my depths and pressed my forehead against the shower wall for stability. Max’s cock would be rock hard, pressed firmly against my ass. Or maybe even nestled in the crack a little. I groaned and twisted my hips in time with the pumping of my hand. God I loved Max’s dick. Long and thick and completely mine. I’d try to reach behind me to grab it but he’d chuckle a little and pin my wrists to the wall. The heel of my palm ground against my clit as I slid my fingers as deep as I could manage.

“Please, I need to feel you,” I’d gasp. He’d smile and nuzzle my shoulder while pinching my clit. Then he’d spread my ass cheeks and slam into my welcoming and ready pussy.

I rubbed myself harder. I could feel the orgasm building as I thought about Max pumping me from behind. The head of his cock would bump against my G-Spot as he went and when he knew I couldn’t take anymore, he’d reach around and rub two fingers firmly over my clit as he pressed deep inside and I’d shatter around him.

I cried out in the empty shower, my thighs clamping around my hand as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I kept my forehead against the wall for a while trying to regain control of myself. My legs were rubbery and, although not fully satisfied, I gave a soft sigh of contentment and finished my shower.

Max would be home tonight and tomorrow morning I would be breakfast.

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“Really Caroline, you do too much,” James Morgan, the President and CEO of the company Max worked for, told me as I poured him another glass of red wine.

I smiled at him. “It’s no trouble James.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Max eyeing my round ass as I moved back to my seat. I wore a standard “little black dress” that hugged every curve and showed off the tops of my small, but round breasts. It was Max’s favorite dress.

Max sat at one end of the table, James at the other, Patrick Sturgen, the CFO, to Max’s left with me across from him on Max’s right.

We’d already finished eating and Patrick had helped me clear the table as Max and James had conversed in hushed tones. Now the four of us sat around, enjoying casual conversation and a glass of wine. It was nice, on any other day I would enjoy the get together. I always enjoyed playing hostess, but tonight I wanted to fuck my husband’s brains out. I’d intentionally forgone underwear and had whispered that fact into Max’s ear just as our guests had arrived and now I was hot and wet and almost squirming with desire.

“Why don’t we go into the den?” Max offered.

I looked up at him sharply. NO! I wanted to yell! Make them leave. I need you! My nipples were hard against the fabric of my dress. He gave me a lazy smile and a small wink and I almost jumped him then, but I restrained myself.

Picking up our glasses of wine we all moved to our spacious den. There was an over-sized stuff couch, matching love seat, an antique carved oak coffee table, and my husband’s pale suede recliner and matching ottoman. I eased onto the love seat, James sitting next to me. Max took up his spot in his recliner and Patrick settled on the sofa, leaning comfortable into the cushions and draping his arm over the back.

As men, they were both attractive. Neither was as tall as Max who stood at six foot four inches, but James stood at a solid six foot two and Patrick at an even six feet. James had the easy, affable nature of a man certain of his power. He radiated it. It made him feel both charming and dangerous. Patrick, on the other hand was more reserved. Being the CFO of a multi-million dollar company had it perks and its stresses, I’m sure, but I often sensed that he was more comfortable şişli escort with numbers than people. They were both fit, although Patrick was the stockier of all three men. Probably a linebacker in another life.

“Has Max told you the good news?” James inquired.

I glanced from him to Max and then back again. “No?”

“We invited Max to be a partner in our firm. Effective on the first of the month,” James told me with a smile. But there was something behind it that I couldn’t quite place. I ignored the unease and turned to Max.

“That’s fantastic baby!” I cried, moving to his side. I leaned over to kiss him, just a quick celebratory peck. But Max had other ideas. He captured my mouth roughly, a hand coming up to cup my ass. I tried to pull away but he gripped me firmer and pulled me into his lap.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

“I thought you’d like to celebrate,” he replied with a wicked grin.

I glanced over my shoulder at James and Patrick. “Later,” I whispered.

Max nuzzled my neck, pressing hot kisses just below my ear. “The celebration isn’t just for me,” he told me, leaning close. He was whispering now, as if we were conspiring. “I know you’ve wanted this for a long time,” he told me.

I stared at him in shock. It was true, I’d often fantasized about having more than one man at a time, but I’d never have cheated on Max. Plus, he wasn’t very good at sharing, I wasn’t prepared for this. Still, I felt a twitch between my thighs and my nipples hardened almost immediately.

Suddenly James was standing behind me. He brushed my hair off my shoulder and extended his hand toward me. “I’ve heard you’re the best partner a man can have. Between us, my wife isn’t that good, I could use some … enthusiasm.”

My eyes widened as I glanced between him and Max. Max gave me a gentle nod. I placed my hand in James’s and he pulled me to my feet.

He traced his fingers over my collar bone, then down over the tops of my breasts. They rose and fell with my heavy breathing. “Honestly, I like much bigger breasts, but there is something about the perfect roundness of these that I find intriguing.” As he spoke, his ice blue eyes never left mine. The intensity with which he spoke sent shivers down my spine straight to my already throbbing cunt.

I jerked when I felt hands sliding around my hips from behind. Patrick stood behind me now, pulling my hips against his. I could feel his cock beginning to harden. “Personally I’m an ass man,” he growled in my ear. If James was dangerous, Patrick was downright deadly. His fingers bit harshly into my hips through my dress. “And you have plenty of ass.”

Patrick was breathing on that spot on my neck. The sensitive one. The one I’d fantasized Max breathing on only hours before. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. James touched my cheek tenderly just before grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking hard. I cried out in shock. Simultaneously, Patrick bit into my now exposed neck. My shock quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. He took a deep breath. “You smell like sin,” he told me, flicking the tip of his tongue over the spot he’d just bitten.

I whimpered a little as I felt James sliding his hand under the edge my dress and up the inside of my thigh. He made a low rumble in his throat when he found I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re a bit of dirty slut now aren’t you?”

His fingers traced my mound, sliding slowly over my slit, parting my lips but never quite entering. I whimpered and tilted my hips into his hand. At the same time, Patrick was biting my neck and tops of my shoulders. His hand ran up my back and yanked the zipper of my dress down. He slid his hands into the dress, wrapping them around my rib cage and reaching up to cup my breasts. The sensations were overwhelming. My brain could barely register all that was happening to me. Patrick pinched hard on both nipples and I gasped as the pain sent a strange pleasure through my aching pussy.

Suddenly, James removed his hand from my cunt. Patrick immediately pushed my dress over my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I now stood naked between the two men.

Max! I thought suddenly, a little shaken that I’d forgotten him. I glanced at him where he still sat in his recliner. He was watching it all with a dazed look on his face, but the thick bulge in his pants told me he was enjoying the sight. I let out a small sigh of relief.

James bent down and flicked his tongue over a nipple. I moaned. My nipples were the most sensitive part of me. Patrick slid one hand down my front to cup my hot, swollen mound. His large hand covered the whole thing. I felt his other hand wedging between my ass cheeks from behind and gasped when a finger slid between my pussy lips and found my clit. James sucked my nipple hard into his mouth.

“Ahhh!!” I cried, my eyes rolling back into my head as the sensations rocked my body.

I was already close to cumming. I tried to grind down on Patrick’s hand escort bayanlar but he kept pulling away just enough that I couldn’t find relief. James’s hand found my other breast and squeezed, rolling the nipple between his fingers as he continued to suck the tit his mouth had already captured.

“Beg,” Patrick growled into my ear.

I turned my head as far around as I could to look him in the eyes. “Please Patrick, I need to be touched. I need your fucking finger in my pussy!” I cried. His mouth seized mine hard as his finger slammed into my cunt. I cried out in his mouth and James attacked my other breast with gusto.

Patrick slid a second finger into my soaking pussy. The hand that had been cupping my mound now began moving, a finger parting my slit and finding the hard little nub of my clit. He pinched it and jiggled it and rubbed it all while ramming his fingers into me and James attacked and sucked my breasts and I completely lost control, cumming hard on Patrick’s fingers. I cried out as I clamped my thighs around his hands which managed to keep rubbing my clit, prolonging and intensifying my orgasm.

My legs trembled a little and before I could recover from the orgasm I was being lifted onto the coffee table. My head hung over one end and Patrick positioned himself there, holding me down by my shoulders. I felt James grab my knees and force my legs apart.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Caroline. Look at how wet your cunt is. I bet you’re still tight too since you and Max haven’t had kids,” James commented, lowering his head to inspect my pussy.

I heard Patrick’s zipper and then his cock sprang free of his pants. My mouth watered. It was a sweet seven inches, average girth, but it was rock hard and the tip already glistened with a drop of pre-cum.

“Oh god, Patrick. Please let me suck that thing!” I begged. He seemed to like that. He grabbed the shaft of his dick and slapped me in the face with it a couple of times.

“Do you taste as sweet as you look?” James asked, flicking his tongue across my clit.

I jerked, still sensitive from the last orgasm.

“Open,” Patrick demanded. He was definitely a man of few words.

I obeyed, opening my mouth as wide as I could. James buried his head between my legs just as Patrick slammed his cock into my mouth. A strange gargle/gasp escaped me as I moaned with the pleasure of being eaten while simultaneously gagging on Patrick’s dick.

It was a harsh angle with my head hanging backwards and Patrick throat fucking me upside down. But he seemed to enjoy every choke and gag I made around the head of his rod. My back arched off the table as James’s tongue hit a sweet spot and he seized my legs, hoisting them over his shoulders.

“Ghahhagg!” I cried around Patrick as he shoved his cock balls deep into my throat.

Involuntary tears ran down my face. James made a growling sound against my pussy and the vibrations sent tingles through me.

James lifted his head only long enough to look as Max and say, “You’re a partner now. Start acting like it.”

Suddenly Max was beside me, his cock out, bumping against my cheek. He grabbed my hand and closed it around his velvety shaft. I immediately began pumping him enthusiastically, moaning with pleasure the whole time.

Max and Patrick both began pinching and playing with my breasts while James continued to eat me like a man who’d never had a meal. I was trembling between them. The orgasm growing was going to be intense. I tried to cry out but my cry was lost around Patrick’s dick.

“She’s close,” Max observed. “Nip her clit and she’ll come for you,” he advised James. Max knew my body like no other – probably better than I did.

Patrick pulled out of my mouth just as James followed Max’s advice, launching me into another blinding orgasm. “Fuuuuuccckkkkk!!” I cried before collapsing onto the table.

Max rolled me roughly onto my stomach even as the last remnants of my orgasm shuddered through me. Then he was positioned with his dick against my lips and Patrick was behind me, gripping my hips. He ran his cock through the juices dripping from my pussy. I felt him slide his fingers down to my cunt and he slid them into me, soaking them with my wetness. Then he slid them slowly up my folds to my small asshole, wiping the juice all around it.

“I’m sure there is a more convenient way for all of us to get what we want from dear Caroline here,” James commented. And suddenly I was being lifted up by Patrick. James settled on his back on the coffee table, naked now, and Patrick lowered me until James’s cock was just against the entrance to my soaked cunt.

I was sensitive and swollen from my previous orgasms but the sight of his incredibly thick cock made me moan. “I need your fucking cock!” I cried, meeting his eyes. He gave me a satisfied smirk. Patrick dropped me just as James thrust up and just like that I was impaled. James and I both groaned in pleasure, his fingers biting into my hips.

“Fuck, you are tight,” escort maslak he groaned.

Patrick shoved me forward so my ass was exposed to him and my lips were once again at the level of Max’s cock.

“Suck your husband while I fuck you, whore,” James ordered as he began moving his hips, pumping his dick in and out of my tight vagina. I felt stretched and full as I opened my mouth and gently sucked Max into my throat.

I sighed in pleasure. I had a cock in my pussy and Max in my mouth. God, I loved his dick. Then I felt something I did not expect.

Patrick had his thumb pressed against my asshole. I shook my head and tried to pull away from Max’s cock but he grabbed the back of my head and held me in place. I tried to move but James wrapped his arms around me, pinning me against him as he increased his rhythm. I’d never done anal before. It was something Max and I mutually stayed away from, and I was caught between nervous anticipation, fear, and arousal.

“I told you I’m an ass man,” Patrick explained, thrusting his thumb all the way in.

I cried out at the sudden intrusion and looked up pleadingly at Max. Except he was Max like I’d never seen him before. There was something darker there in his face. Something more cynical. And more erotic.

Patrick was slowly moving his thumb, allowing me time to adjust. He pulled it almost all the way out before gently pushing it back in again. The whole time James was thrusting in and out of my pussy and Max was pumping in and out of my throat. I didn’t think I could feel more full.

Until Patrick removed his thumb from my asshole and brought the head of his cock to the tight hole. I mentally braced myself, trying to relax as he pressed against my entrance. I gasped when his cock finally slid in. For a moment all three men were still. I was so full and stretched. I could feel them everywhere it seemed. I was taking three cocks!

After a moment I moaned and shifted my weight, rubbing my clit against James’s pubic bone. He grinned up at me before slamming his cock deep in my pussy.

“Tell us what you want,” Patrick growled.

“I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck my virgin ass and I want James to fuck my cunt and I want Max to throat fuck me! I want to be fucked until I can’t walk or speak! And I want it fucking NOW!” I yelled.

Three thick cocks began moving in me. Max thrust deep in my throat, James slammed hard in my pussy, and Patrick pressed deeper into my ass. Max’s thick cock was causing tears to run down my cheeks and I couldn’t stop moaning. The pleasure was so intense.

Patrick had my ass cheeks in a vise grip, his thick fingers sure to leave bruises. James lifted himself up to catch one of my bouncing tits in his mouth and he sucked hard on my nipple. Max tangled his hand in my hair, holding my head still as he forced his cock all the way to the back of my throat, pressing steadily until my throat opened and he slid even further down until his long cock was all the in my mouth. He groaned. I coughed and choked around him but he didn’t move.

James grunted beneath me. I could feel him tensing up. He was going to come soon. I tried to move my hips with him but it was hard with Patrick in my ass.

“Fuck Caroline, I’m gonna cum…” James groaned around my tit. A second later he thrust hard and I could feel him squirting and flooding my pussy. The feel of his twitching cock deep within me sent me into another orgasm.

After a moment Patrick lifted me off James, managing to stay lodged in my asshole. I whimpered. I was getting sore and overstimulated. He took two steps backward and sat on the couch. James brought his semi-soft cock to my mouth.

“Clean him,” Patrick ordered.

Obediently I began licking and sucking the cum and pussy juice off Jame’s dick. Patrick continued to bounce me up and down on his rod. Then James was moving and Max was kneeling between my spread legs.

I gasped in shock when he started eating my pussy, cleaning all of James’s cum out of me! His tongue flicked over my over-sensitized clit and I tried to squirm away.

“Please don’t,” I whimpered. I couldn’t cum again. It would be too painful.

But Max held my hips firmly as he sucked me. Patrick was grunting harder behind me. He was thrusting so deep I though he’d split me in two.

“Fuck,” he growled, biting hard into my shoulder as he exploded in my ass, filling me with his thick cum.

Max sucked my clit hard into his mouth one more time before slamming his cock into my pussy. He slammed into my hard, shoving me back against Patrick. He moved with a quick but steady rhythm, pumping in and out of my tender cunt.

He placed two fingers on my clit and began rubbing me. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply, just how to jiggle my little nub. He was going to force another orgasm from me.

I whimpered and rolled my head back and forth. “Please Max, I’m begging you…”

“You will come for me Caroline. You belong to me,” he snarled.

I stared up into his darkened face, pleasure building in me again. I was his. And he was mine. I could tell he was getting close by the way the concentration built on his face, by the tension growing in his thighs as he pounded into me, and by the way his dick seemed to almost double in size inside me.

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Once the teasing of the two builders had stopped it was time for some real action.

Having won the bet and having presented myself as first prize, it was time for the cocky, joke telling lad to claim his winnings.

Dressed in the utterly slutty nurses outfit, stockings and heels, I paraded over to him, telling him I was his, as long as he shared me with his hunky friend.

All pretense of anything was now over. My fucking cunt was sopping wet and ready for some serious shagging.

“So you ready for me then?” I asked them as I walked and paraded around, showing my bare cunt and arse to them both.

I had now popped my tits fully put of the front of the nurses costume, undoing several of the poppers that held it together.

“Fuck yes!” came the reply. We have been ready for you since the first day here Anna!”

“Well let me see what I get then!” I blatantly said. “Show me your fucking cocks as I get myself opened up again for you both.”

I walked over to our small garden bench and sat spread legged for the admiration of my two hunk builders.

My red, high heels spiked into the ground as my stocking clad legs were spread as wide as they could to allow easy viewing and access to my dripping wet snatch.

I took my purple vibro and slowly began teasing my pussy lips and clit with it.

I switched it on and the audible hum started as I wanked it up my cunny, first slowly then a bit more rapidly.

My nurse’s hat shook on my head, my cunt now juicing up even more, flowing it’s frothy slime around the vibro as it plunged up and out of me. Coating it with my creamy batter.

“That is fucking hot,” the joke teller said as he was stripping out of his jeans and overalls.

His mate was way ahead of him, now stark bollock naked in front of me, a cock standing to attention like a baton.

“Come here gorgeous,” I said as my vibro worked away on me. “Give me your prick. I want to suck it.”

With this instruction I was fed his rigid tool right into my willing mouth as joke boy took over ramming the vibro up my cunt for me.

I ran my tongue up and down the length of the cock in front of me then greedily gobbled on it in rhythm with the fucking my pussy was receiving.

My vibro was removed still buzzing away and coated heavily in my juices and slime.

Joke boy took his place between my spread, stocking covered sarıyer escort slut legs. He used his tongue like a trooper on my clit and lips, sucking, nibbling and lashing my pussy expertly.

I became increasingly wet from his licking and from the hard cock that was now slipping and sliding into my mouth, utterly covered in drool and pre cum.

After a few more seconds of delicious cunny lapping from joker I was gagging for more.

“Get a fucking cock up me as well then,” I managed to garble in between gobbles.

Joke boy positioned himself in front of me. I slid to the end of the bench, allowing him to slip his hard tool against my wet lips for the first time.

He teased me by sliding it up and down my sopping gash for a few lengths.

“Oh fuck yes I love it!” I urged as I readied myself for his hard cock.

“Fuck it, fuck me please!” I literally begged in between sucks on his mates hard, throbbing cock at my face.

“Beg for it you tart,” he laughingly said

I was past the point of slut now. Way past it.

“Please, please fuck me. Please can I have your cock up me?” I pleadingly asked.

I was creaming heavily on his shaft as it sloshed up and down my slit.

With the final begging he smiled and flowed it hard right up my spread cunthole in one strong, harsh movement.

“Take it then you bitch he said to me.”

His rampant, hard cock plunged easily up my hole, I was so wet and splayed from my teasing, from my toying and from sucking on the hard prick in my mouth.

“Go on fuck the tart,” his mate urged on.

I garbled agreement as I slid his cock in and out my mouth, my spit having coated his full length and as I withdrew it from my gob, rivulets of spittal hung from his throbbing gristle.

“Fuck me hard I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard on your prick,”

I said as my orgasm began to build on his pounding.

He sped his thrusts up, sending my hat flying off my head, me tits shaking and wobbling like jelly.

“Oh shit yes, yes,” I screamed aloud as my waves of climax crashed.

I’m gonna spunk too he shouted as his banging became even more frenetic and furious.

“Christ yes!” I screamed. “Spunk me, spunk it up my cunt. Jesus fucking wept I’m cumming.”

I was cumming massively, my legs shaking and tits aching, fatih escort bayan simultaneously as joke boy creamed my cunny.

My white stockings had been slightly pulled adrift from their suspenders, my red slut high heels still on my feet as I took the pounding from my lover.

His spurts of cum began flooding my quim and seeding my womb.

“Fill me with your fucking spunk,” I said in between more licks and sucking on his mates cockend.

He finished off his spunking, sending the last spurts deep up my pussy tube and leaving my cunt well fucked and filled.

“Let me have your cum too,” I said to the stiff cocks owner I had been slurping on for the past ten minutes or so.

“Sit down and let me suck you off till you cum,” I said to him.

He took my instructions and sat on the garden seat. My vibro lying beside him.

Joker boy picked up my nurses hat and popped it onto the seat beside us.

I was now on all fours, my cunt still gaped and signs of spunk leaking onto my red, swollen lips.

I began to work on the red, engorged cock in front of me again.

Bobbing my head up and down. One of my pigtail had become loose and my hair hung down, swinging in motion to my sucking of the cock presented for me.

Joker then picked up my whirring toy and began to slide it back up me.

“Oh fuck yes,” I swore as its head penetrated my sloppy, frothy gash.

It slid up me easily, my squelchy cunt taking almost the full eight inches of its length up my creamed hole.

I was now working the balls in front of me. Heavy and hanging like plums, I licked on them and took them into my mouth to suckle on.

Groans of delight could be heard around our garden.

Groans of the guy whose cock was being pampered, sucked, licked and toyed with by me.

Groans from me as the vibro was now back fully up my gash. The sounds of it slurping and sloshing up my already spunked cunt were a delicious treat.

I slowly worked my way done to the lads arse and began to rim his little brown star. Working my tongue along the crack and worming it up his open arsehole.

“Dirty bitch!” he spat the words at me as I licked at his hole.

I moaned in pure filth heaven as I rimmed his arse and was loving probing it with my tongue, then licking around his heavy balls and crack. escort mecidiyeköy I then began to work my tongue slowly up from his anus and back to his prick shaft.

I really began to work on him, I wanted cream. I wanted my reward, some hot, salty fucking spunk and I could sense he was getting close.

Joker sped up the fucking up my pussy with the vibro and I could smell the sex and cum emanating from my quim.

“Oh fuck yes, don’t stop, fuck it!” I said as another orgasm began to build. My climax surging forward.

I was wanking the cock really hard now and as I did so the first jet of spunk shot up into the air.

It missed everything, flying like a glistening rope onto the seat beside us.

The next jet was better directed by me and splashed against the side of my face, the third, fourth and fifth all landed fully on my face and hair.

“Shit yes!” the lad said as he finished coating my face and splashing my hair.

Joker kept up the frantic ploughing of my fanny, sending the orgasm washing over me. My cunt leaked heavily onto the toy, sending spurts shooting onto the paved patio, Globs of his spunk also fell out of me and joined in the river of filth spewing from me.

We ended that session once we had all calmed down and recovered. I was dripping in cum, from my fanny, from my face and also from my hair that had been well coated.

My toy was switched off and placed beside my nurses hat on the bench. it was absolutely covered in spunk and fanny juice.

“Leave it out here for Eric to find when he comes home,” I said to them. “That will get him so fucking turned on and I will be in for a treat!”

The lads tidied themselves up. I had licked the guys cock clean after he had spunked up. Once dressed they resumed there work and I had a shower and changed out of my crumpled and used nurses outfit.

During the last two weeks of them working on the chimney repair I would fuck these two again: in our bed to make it even more slutty. Both of them fucking me that time, spitroasting me and ending up with me naked except a pair of black boots and being spunked on all over my tits and stomach by them both. I left it on me to dry in and Eric screwed the life out of me with the cum stains on me and our bed that night.

I teased the others too and had a snogging and finger fucking session and sucked one of the others off, letting him spunk heavily in my mouth in the kitchen as I made them all cuppas.

I was dressed in a blue mini skirt, no knickers and a white crop top. He flooded my mouth with his thick cream and I fucking loved every second of it! Two them were engaged and didn’t want to play at all so they settled for glimpses of me tarting about and teasing.

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My pussy was stuffed full but my mouth was empty and my ass was too, but not for long. The coach decided it was time I had an older cock in my ass. The center moved his large hands to my pink nipples, he looked at my face and asked “You ready to be really fucked slut? You want all these cocks?” as he pinched at my nipples. I moaned “yes…please…fuck me. I want all of you to cum and use me…hmmm….please let me fuck all of you” as he thrust his cock into my cunt. I felt the coach’s large black cock probing at my virgin asshole as the center held my hips down on his cock. “Here we go” laughed the coach. He pushed his cock slowly into my tight little ass, “want it slow bitch?” He asked as he started penetrating me. “Please, it hurts, don’t go too fast” I cried. I couldn’t see his smile, but I saw the center sneering. I knew what was coming, I felt the coaches strong hands gripping deeply into my hips and then he suddenly rammed his hard cock into my virgin ass.

The pain was amazing, I never knew my body could hold that much cock at once. As much as it hurt, I never wanted a single cock again. I wanted to be full of hard cocks as much as I could. So that is how my days as a slut began. From that day in the locker room when all the players and coaches took turns on my holes. I loved how they traded me off, making me feel like their whore, Hmmm….my little pussy is getting wet just thinking about it. All those big cocks just fucking me, they didn’t really care how I felt, but then again I wasn’t concerned with them either. I just wanted to be full. That night marked another first for me, I was finally with a woman. One of the other cheerleaders wanted to celebrate the victory as well. Her name was Missy and she had long bleached blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and great rack.

Missy maslak escort was the all American cheerleader, and I had wanted to taste her since the moment I saw her. I had no clue she wanted me just as badly not to mention, all the cock in the room. Our town was small and Missy and I plus most of the other cheerleaders were wealthier than most, so our parents were often racist. And prejudiced against gays, so I never thought Missy was a muff diving slut. She walked over to me and smiled, “My turn next boys. I want to eat her pussy while someone fucks my lil pink cunt.” She smirked. I moaned louder as the coach and the center fucked me hard, pistoning their black cocks in and out of my tight ass and pussy. I loved this, and I was so excited about having Missy eat my cunt that I came all over Jamal (the center)’s cock. I screamed as both men continued to pound me. “Ahh, her ass is squeezing the cum from my balls” the coach cried out as Jamal screamed and flooded my unprotected cunt with his hot sperm.

Missy began to strip, undulating sexily to the music in the parking lot. I had seen her tits bare before, we often changed together but now I could really look. They were breathtaking. Large upturned dark pink nipples capped soft looking white mounds of flesh. She must have been a 38D or bigger. Her body was lightly tanned all over, her belly was nice and flat with just a pooch at her lower stomach. She kept her blonde pussy mostly shaved, just a strip down the middle like my own darker haired cunt. Her little pussy was a beautiful shade of pink, and she had a silver barbell shot through her hood. That piercing looked so hot next to that mouth watering pussy. I wanted the coach to nut in my ass so I could feel Missy’s taksim escort bayan tongue bury itself into my cunt, but he was taking his time. I started to slam my ass into his cock, really loving the way he felt buried in my bowels.

His cock in my ass hurt at first, but now I wanted him to really ram into me, I wanted to be fucked hard. “You like that slut? You like fucking my cock onto your tight white ass. I own you bitch.” He yelled as he slammed his cock into my tight hole and simultaneously slammed his hand onto my ass. He was spanking me! I’d never had anyone treat me like this much of a slut before. I loved it, fucking loved it. This black man who was old enough to be my father was fucking my rich white ass and spanking me at the same time, calling me all kinds of names, “Slut, fucking whore. You love this cock don’t you? Love my old black dick fucking you, slapping your ass as I fuck it. I own you whore, you know that? I own your ass!” he cried out as he came hard in my ass. I loved that warm, wet feeling in my holes, I felt used. They did own me. Anyone who could fuck me owned me.

Missy smiled and slinked over to me. She grinned and licked her lips as she sank to her knees in front of me. She raised her hands to my big tits and lightly ran her thumbs over my nipples, they hardened with need. I wanted her hot mouth on my tits or on my pussy, I needed her all over me. She rose up to kiss my mouth, she tasted like lipstick, I knew I tasted of lipstick and cock. I hoped she tasted the coaches cock on my tongue. Her lips and mine were painted a whorish red, it showed up well in the stadium lights, our mouths were slippery on each other. Missy’s tiny pink tongue drifted into my mouth, licking as it escort beşiktaş went. I sucked a bit on her tongue and suddenly she lost it! ( My pussy is so wet now as I’m writing this, I love touching my slick cunt lips, hmm….since my experience with missy, my own hood is pierced, as well as my nipples but that is another story.) Missy climbed all the way on top of me and began fucking my mouth with her tongue. It wasn’t tiny now, she had the longest, wettest, most talented tongue!

Her hands were all over my horny white body, she was pinching my nipples as she kissed me hard, plunging her tongue in and out of my wet lips. I couldn’t stop moaning as she mauled me, I loved the way she took control. Her slender hands and long fingers soon found my wet slit. Missy was probing my pussy with her fingers as her tongue searched my mouth. I was grinding my hips into her arm, fucking my wet horny pink pussy onto her fingers as the team and coaches watched us. They all had their long hard cocks out, slowly stroking off to the sapphic show before them. At that moment all I wanted was to bury my tongue in Missy’s blond pussy as she ate me out. I started kissing all over her face, biting at her lips, and licking her neck. She just laughed, “no no, my little slut. You can’t taste me yet. I want to make you cum all over my face and then you can eat me.”

Missy began working her hot tongue down my body, licking and sucking her way to my big tits. I couldn’t stop moaning as my cunt leaked copiously. Her lips and teeth soon closed hard over my nipples, one after the other, making me cry out in both pain and pleasure. Her fingers were still pumping into my cunt as she played with my tits. I loved Missy’s sharp teeth pinching at my tender nipples, and her soft tongue soothing me. Finally her loving mouth left my tits and moved down my stomach. I was thrusting my wet pussy at her mouth as the guys surrounding us laughed and taunted me. “whore” “Look at her, can’t wait for the blonde whore to lick her” “damn bitch we’re gonna tear you up.” Suddenly her tongue was buried in my pussy, licking and sucking me into orgasm after orgasm.

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*Author’s Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Chapter 101

Paul patted Barbara’s back gently until the infant fell back to sleep; tummy full and diaper dry.

Paulie was still asleep; the two year old toddler would probably sleep until Aunt Pam came to get him for his breakfast. Candy was also still asleep; it was only four thirty in the morning.

Quietly, he left the bedroom he and Candy and their two children shared. He closed the door and walked down the hallway to the kitchen.

He could see Cindy standing at the sink, staring out the large window at the disappearing moon. She sipped her coffee and rocked ands swiveled slowly to some unheard melody.

“Hey, Beautiful,” Paul whispered, putting his hands on her wide hips.

Even after a few years of exercise and diet, Cindy still had the wide hips of her adolescence. This in turn gave her a full backside and slightly thick thighs. This, along with her flat tummy and nearly flat chest, her long red hair and deep brown eyes, made her the most beautiful woman Paul knew.

He pulled her long red hair away from her ear and lightly bit down on her ear.

“Oh, God, Paul,” she hissed. “You know what that does to me.”

“Mm hmm, why you think I do it?” he asked her and turned her around.

She smiled up at him and he smiled in return. Teasingly, he began to pull her around the large kitchen, dancing to the unheard melody she’d been rocking and swaying to earlier.

“Goof ball, what are you doing?” she laughed as he twirled her around the room.

“Dancing, I thought,” he smiled. “Gee, I must be whiter than I thought if you have to ask.”

It felt good to be in his strong, loving arms. It was almost as if her daddy was holding her again, telling her she was his little princess, his second most favorite woman in the whole world.

She let a few tears slide down her cheeks as she thought of her daddy.

(Bill Broussard had suffered a massive heart attack on the job three months earlier. He and Jake Broussard had just finished pulling the steel framing for queen sized box spring when Bill gasped, groaned, and fell to the floor.

Jake Broussard, Bill’s friend and next door neighbor for twenty years, ran around the large table and immediately began CPR on Bill. He kept it up until the ambulance got there, nearly twenty minutes later, but Bill was dead.

“I tried, baby, I tried so hard,” Jake sobbed to his wife, Bobbi.

“Shh, shh, Baby, I know you did; Bill knows you did, we all knows you did,” Bobbi soothed.)

“Wait, wait, here comes the dip,” Paul warned.

Cindy prepared to be dipped backward, but instead, Paul bent backward.

“You are so silly,” she laughed and pulled him upright again.

They stopped dancing and looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Slowly, he bent forward; he was six feet, two inches and Cindy was only five feet tall.

Their lips met and Cindy groaned. They kissed hungrily and Paul eased the robe off of her shoulders.

“Yes,” she hissed as his lips traveled to her sensitive throat.

It had been so long, just over three months since she’d had any sexual contact, any sexual release, other than masturbation.

“Celine,” she thought. “That fucking bitch…”

At her father’s funeral, with her mother sobbing inconsolably, Celine had decided to try and ‘out’ them, announce to everyone that she and Cindy were lovers.

“What are you doing?” Cindy had hissed, pulling Celine out of the viewing room by her long black hair.

“I just wanted to give your mother some good news, something she could hold onto for comfort,” Celine had stammered.

“By telling her that her only child is gay?” Cindy had gasped. “Celine are you insane?”

“Are you, Cindy, are you ashamed of us? Of what we are?” Celine asked, narrow eyes becoming narrower.

“No, but Celine, I’m not, what we do has no, God damn it, Celine! At my daddy’s funeral?” Cindy had sputtered, both outraged and heartbroken.

“Fine, let me know when you are ready to be honest,” Celine had spat and left the small bathroom.

Since that day, Cindy and Celine were barely civil to each other; often collapsing into screaming tirades at each other.

They still slept in the same bedroom, sharing a queen sized bed, sharing a closet, sharing a dresser and a chest of drawers, but conversations were not shared, caresses and kisses were not shared. And more often than not, Cindy would get out of their bed and go sleep in the living room. Or when Trish was out on a date, would sleep in Pam’s room.

Paul’s fingers found Cindy’s sensitive nipples and the tiny buds sprang into action.

“Oh God, Paul,” Cindy hissed as Paul picked her up and lay her on the kitchen table on her back.

“Oh God, Cindy,” Paul echoed. “Oh yeah, God damn it, you get more beautiful each day, you know that?”

“You say so,” Cindy smiled as he leaned over her and began to tease her nipples with his tongue and teeth.

“Oh!” she let a long groan escape as his mouth halkalı escort found her pussy.

“Damn it; I’m sorry Baby, but I can’t…” he groaned as he stood up suddenly.

“Oh!” she grunted as his cock was jammed into her pussy suddenly, forcefully.

“…wait any longer…” he groaned as he pulled out of her.

“Oh!” she groaned again as he sank into her, filling her pussy with his manhood.

It had been over three months since he’d been able to make love to Cindy; Celine was always right there, glaring at the two of them, insinuating herself in between them.

Candy, of course, couldn’t make love; at eight and a half months of pregnancy, it was just too uncomfortable, and then after giving birth, the doctor had yet to give them the ‘all clear’ to resume sexual activity.

Pam was available to him and never denied him access to her, but it just wasn’t the same as being with Cindy.

Cindy was his one true love; he’d married Candy at Cindy’s insistence and regretted not sticking to his guns. Every day, he reflected on the fact that he was not married to the one girl he really wanted to be with.

He loved his wife, enjoyed being with her, even tolerated her little quirks and idiosyncrasies, but he adored Cindy.

“Oh Baby,” Cindy grunted as an orgasm welled up in her guts. “Oh Baby, oh God!”

He slammed his cock into her and held it there as a torrent of sperm blasted into her rapidly quivering pussy.

He did not worry about the table; he had built the large round table himself, out of very sturdy and very thick planks. The table wasn’t going anywhere.

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear as his cock began to shrivel up.

“I know, Baby, I know,” she whispered back. “You know I love you too, right?”

“Uh huh,” he agreed and bent to kiss her mouth again.

“Aw, come on, huh?” Pam complained as she snapped the light on. “Couches all over the place, y’all got to use my table?”

“YOUR table?” Paul smiled as he stood up again. “I’m sorry; I thought it was MY table.”

“Thought it was MY table,” Cindy echoed as Paul helped her down.

“Y’all know what I mean,” Pam said and began filling Paul’s thermos with the too strong coffee he and Cindy seemed to favor.

That’s what had woken Cindy up; the smell of Paul’s coffee. Pam took after Miss Bobbi; her coffee was too weak, just colored water.

“Shit!” Paul laughed as he glanced at the clock on the wall. “Bye! I got to pick up Mr. Jake!”

“Here you go; love you,” Pam said, handing him his thermos.

He picked her up, kissed her softly, and then put the four foot, six inch woman back down.

“Love you too,” he said as he left the kitchen.

He trotted back down the hall, quietly entered his bedroom and walked to the bathroom.

A quick brush of his teeth, a quick pee and Paul was ready for the day ahead.

He crawled to where his wife lay sleeping and gently kissed her cheek.

“Bye, Baby Love,” he whispered into her ear.

Playfully, she batted at his face. He grabbed her hand and bit down on one of her fingers.

“Ow!” she giggled.

“Bye, Sweetheart; got to go get your dad,” he said and kissed her on her lips.

“Love you,” she said and smiled happily at him.

“Love you too,” he said, then playfully licked her on the tip of her snub nose.

“Ew! Paul!” she giggled, wiping at her nose. “You’re so gross!”

—-

“Have fun, play nice with the others,” Bobbi teased as she packed Jake’s lunch.

She handed him a second bag as well.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Paul’s lunch; I know my daughter. She isn’t getting out of bed at five o’clock to make him lunch,” Bobbi laughed.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely and hugged his wife.

“You’re welcome now go,” Bobbi said as they heard Paul’s pick up truck pulling into the driveway.

“Yes ma’am,” he said and left the house.

Jake felt good, felt alive. In the two months since the factory had shut down, he’d sat around the house, feeling sorry for himself. Then his son in law had called; the apartments he and the girls owned needed some minor repairs. Since they were north of Monroe, Louisiana, they’d have to drive up there, a four hour drive, work quickly, then either stay in a motel, or drive back at night. But he’d be working, he’d be doing something.

“How’s Miss Emily holding up?” Paul asked as Jake climbed into the truck.

“About as well as can be expected,” Jake said quietly.

“Yeah, every time I ask her if she needs anything, she always tells me she’s fine,” Paul said.

“You make this coffee?” Jake asked, finding the thermos.

“Yeah, hate the way Pam makes it; stuff’s like water,” Paul said as they pulled onto Highway 52.

“Look at this God damned shit, huh?” Jake spat as they spotted the apartment building that Paul owned.

Graffiti from the Angels 270 gang adorned the side of the building.

“I swear to God, them little shit ass punks ought to be rounded up and shot,” Jake spat as he looked beylikdüzü escort at the building’s defacement. “Walking around with their pants so God damned lose they got to hold on to them; blasting that circus shit they call music!”

Paul nodded in agreement, too angry to speak.

“Always talking shit about respect, always saying we got to respect them, but I’ll be damned if they show anyone else any respect,” Jake went on.

The apartment building was empty. He’d made the mistake of renting one of the four units to a Latin woman and her eighteen year old son. The eighteen year old son was a member of the Angels 270, and within a month of the mother and son moving in, the Angels 270 had harassed and intimidated the other tenants into moving out. They gutted all four of the units for anything of value, including the copper pipes and wire in the walls.

Paul’s insurance company balked at paying for the building, until Marie Robichaux, Paul’s step-mother, stepped in. Having a District Attorney on your side was a handy little tool.

—-

“Hey, Lala,” Charles LaPointe smiled wearily as he let himself into their bedroom.

“I hate when you pull a double,” Elaine LaPointe complained needlessly.

“You?” he asked, slipping his shoes off of his tired, aching feet. “Try working both shifts in the ER.”

“You tired?” she asked when he slipped under the covers.

“What you think?” he asked, laying his head on the pillow.

“Too tired to…” she asked, already pulling her nightgown off.

“Baby, please,” he begged. “I’ve been on my feet for sixteen hours straight.”

“I didn’t say you had to stand up,” she giggled, knowing from the lump of flesh that was swelling in her hand that she was going to win.

“Please?” he begged her. “Not right now, okay, Lala?”

His cock may be reacting to his beautiful, sexy young wife, but his feet hurt, his legs hurt, his back hurt. He was tired, he was sore, he just wanted to sleep.

“Oh, all right,” Elaine LaPointe huffed.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely.

“Can I blow you?” she asked, kissing his mouth.

“Hmm,” he pondered, but she was already slipping her head under the covers.

As she took the length of his cock into her mouth, he began to slip a finger into her wet slit. His thumb rubbed her swollen clitoris and she hummed happily. A second finger joined the first in her pussy and she began to stroke his cock with her throat muscles.

They both orgasmed at the same time; he pumping a thick load of his semen into her throat, she drenching his fingers with her own orgasm.

“Okay,” she smiled at him. “I got to go get Trey and Richard ready for school. Love you.”

“Love you too, Lala,” he said, but he was already drifting off to sleep.

—-

“Dick, I swear to God; my little girl becomes a cop, I will kill you,” Carmen hissed at her husband as he dressed for work.

“Worse things to be,” Sheriff Dick Davis shrugged.

“I mean it,” she screamed and burst into sobs.

“What?” he asked, trying to hug her.

“No! Damn it, no! All right?” she screamed, beating at his chest.

“What?” He yelled back.

“You have any God damned idea how hard it is to watch you go to work? I never know if it’s the last time I’ll ever see you! And now, now you got Elise working there! She’s going to want to be a cop too. I just know it! And then I’m going to lose the both of you, not just you,” Carmen sobbed, finally letting him pull her into a hug.

—-

Elise, thankfully, did not hear any of this tirades; she was across the street at her sister’s house, helping Elaine get Trey and Richard ready for their day at school.

“I don’t know what the big deal is,” Trey informed Elise. “It’s not like I’ve never been there before.”

“Yeah, but it’s the first day. You’re going to see who your new teachers are, and who you’ll be friends with, and if there’s any cute girls there,” Elise encouraged.

“Oh please,” Trey rolled his eyes. “There’s Lucy; she’s the most beautiful girl ever; I already know that.”

“Lucy Edwards?” Elise teased, sticking her finger down her throat and making gagging sounds.

“Aunt Leesie,” Trey smirked. “You’re not very funny.”

“Never know,” Elise said as she helped tie his shoes. “Might be one or two new girls this year, even cuter than Lucy.”

He gripped her face in his small hands so she head to look him in the eye.

“Not. Going. To. Happen. Understand?” he said, emphatically.

“Well, yes sir!” Elise laughed.

“Aunt Leesie, don’t tie them like that!” Trey complained as Elise put a double knot in his shoe laces.

“If I don’t, then they’ll just come undone,” she said.

“Richard’s already ready,” Elaine declared.

“And so is whiney butt,” Elise said, standing up.

“Hey!” Trey argued.

—-

Richard Boudreaux stretched out next to his wife and looked at the small woman, belly grossly distended. Bernie was in her seventh month of pregnancy and Richard knew he had never esenyurt escort seen a more beautiful sight.

Some would look at the afro of frizzy, tightly coiled carrot orange hair, the pug nose, the receding chin and not see a beautiful woman, but Richard knew, he knew there was no woman quite as beautiful as the four foot eleven inch girl that had agreed to marry him.

As if she could sense his eyes on her, she opened her large hazel eyes and looked into his brown eyes. She smiled self-consciously, remembering that she now slept nude. Clothing felt so confining, so restricting that she couldn’t sleep in them, not with a swollen belly. But she was still modest enough to be embarrassed by her own nudity.

“Morning, sweetie,” she mumbled.

“Morning; I made us some toast and jelly, okay?” he asked.

“Oh good,” she murmured. “Grape or apple?”

“Ha!” he crowed. “Not going to get me this time, Miss Smarty Pants!”

“What?” she smiled mischievously.

“I do grape, you say ‘oh, I really wanted apple,’ I do apple, you say ‘oh I really wanted grape,'” Richard said, laughing.

“Uh huh,” she agreed.

“So, this time,” he said, bringing the tray out. “I did both!”

“Oh, I really wanted peach,” she said, then burst out laughing at his stunned face.

“We don’t even have peach!” he yelled, exasperated.

“Sell it right there at Early’s,” she said, pointing in the general direction of the only grocery store in Bender, Louisiana.

“I swear to God, you’re killing me!” Richard groused as he pulled his boots on.

“But this is fine,” Bernie smiled as she picked up a piece of the toast.

“Oh no, woman,” he exclaimed. “Oh no, I’ll go get you your peach jelly. And when I get back, I’m going to smear it all over you and eat it off, you hear?”

“Ooh, promise?” she asked, flinging the comforter off, exposing her nude body to his gaze.

“Damn right; God Baby, you are really beautiful, you know that?” Richard said.

“Uh huh, and really want peach, hurry up,” Bernie said, quickly pulling the covers back up to cover her nude body.

—-

“And Jacob’s going to be in my homeroom,” Rebecca Robichaux prattled on and on as her mother brushed her hair.

“Good God, kid, you sleep in a briar patch?” Marie asked her daughter.

“And is my baby girl ready for her first day of school?” Bob smiled from the doorway.

“Uh huh,” Rebecca nodded.

“Yes sir,” Marie corrected.

“Yes sir,” Rebecca agreed.

“Trying to brush this hair of herd’s, looks like a jungle in there,” Marie told Bob.

“Well, hey, I got my electric razor; we can just shave it off,” Bob suggested.

“No!” Rebecca shrilled.

“Dad’s just full a bulling you,” Marie said, squeezing the girl.

“Hold still; going to send a picture to Paul,” Bob said and snapped a picture with his cell phone.

—-

“And Mrs. Hebert said ‘Good, she smells like French fries,'” Cindy laughed as they finished their breakfast.

They were talking about Mickie, the girl that had been Candy’s replacement as masseuse for the past three months while Candy was at home on maternity leave.

“I don’t get it,” Candy said.

“She used to work at McDonald’s,” Pam explained.

“And NEVER shut up about it!” Trish finished. “God bless! That girl just ran her mouth and ran her mouth and ran her mouth; I don’t know how ANYONE enjoyed a massage with her.”

“But I kind of talk a lot too,” Candy defended the unknown girl.

“Uh huh, but you talk about what your client likes, not about McDonald’s all the time,” Pam offered.

“Well, I had a massage with her,” Trish offered. “Completely inappropriate. Kept talking about how hard it is to keep her pussy shaved. Like I want to hear about her razor burn?”

“Yeah, had to have a little talk with her about that,” Celine threw in.

“How’d she take it when you told her she wouldn’t be needed any more?” Pam asked Celine.

“Cried a lot, threatened to sue us, wanted us to call her if Candy gets pregnant again,” Celine shrugged.

“Well, I’ll try,” Candy laughed.

“Oh God, another nine months of Queen Candy? I don’t think so!” Cindy teased.

“This road kill’s pretty good,” Trish teased Pam.

“Shut up; it’s not road kill!” Pam screamed as Trish laughed.

“Your boyfriend know you’re a bitch?” Pam asked as she put her dish in the dishwasher.

“Says as long as I’m not as big a bitch as you, he can live with it,” Trish said, nudging Pam out of the way.

“Oh, God! I have so missed this!” Candy shrilled as she picked up her own plate.

—-

Richard saw his eighteen year old sister in law, Bee, as she approached the sliding glass doors of Early’s Grocery Store.

Before he could reach her, three members of the Angels 270 exited the store.

“Hey, Zits!” one of the gang members laughed. “Nice tits!”

Bee shrieked as the youth grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it.

Bee ran into the store, clutching her arms over her ample chest.

The three gang members laughed uproariously, knowing that no one would dare confront them for their behavior.

Richard punched the laughing offender in his face. Before any of the three could react, he picked the stunned youth up by his ridiculous baggy pants and dumped him, head first, into a grocery cart. A savage kick sent the basket caroming through the parking lot toward Highway 19.