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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.

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The first thing I have to point out about this story is that it is complete fiction. The mechanism, the massage shop and the massage ladies described in this story are entirely figments of my imagination, so please don’t ask me where you can get this experience. I don’t think it exists in the ‘real world’. As usual this is my original work and I reserve all rights. That said, please now enjoy the story and I would love to hear what you think. BB1212.

“So,” Sally said, “we got new very special massage. You want try?”

“What is it?” I asked. I was certainly interested in anything she would describe as ‘very special’.

Sally handed me a sheet of paper that had printed on it ‘Sensory Deprivation Massage’. I could see why she didn’t want to say that out loud, Sally has difficulty pronouncing some bigger words. I don’t pick on her for that, she is much better in my language than I would be in hers.

I don’t actually know where Sally is from, but she is a cute young Asian girl who is usually behind the reception counter at small massage shop that I go to every two or three weeks. Idly I wondered what more they could do to make a massage ‘special’.

As with most of those shops the staff are all Asian, but unlike most of them they combine my two favourite things in a massage. They do a really good massage and they offer ‘extras’.

‘Extras’ can be anything from a thirty dollar ‘happy ending’ hand job to a sixty dollar ‘full service’ suck and fuck. I had gone the ‘full service’ option twice in my last three visits and, depending on who was available, I was considering doing that again this time. All of the girls I had seen working there were good looking, but some were really hot.

OK, I had better explain a little bit about me. For the purpose of this story I will just call myself Dave, and I am twenty-four years old. I am a well-spoken busy professional who is fit, just over six foot tall, and when I try I have no trouble finding girls to share my bed.

So why am I paying for sex at a massage parlour when I can get it for nothing outside?

Two reasons really. The first is the fact that I am a busy professional. I am putting in sixty to seventy hours a week as I try to establish myself in my chosen career, and the girlfriends I have had in the past want a guy who can spend a lot more time with them than I have available. Unfortunately, I often am just too exhausted after an intense day at work to go through the dating, shows, dinner etc part of a relationship.

The second reason is Giselle. Giselle was my last girlfriend, and my relationship with her was one month of groundwork, six weeks of amazing sex and then seven months of horror due to her various insecurities. Sorry, I really don’t want to go into detail here, suffice to say that I am not looking for another relationship while that painful ordeal is still fresh in my mind.

“What is ‘Sensory Deprivation Massage’?” I asked.

“You no see, no hear, no smell, not much touch, just feel. Very good.” Sally said. It sounded really weird, but I had learned to trust this place, so I thought I should give it a try. I smiled.

“How much,” I asked, reaching for my wallet.

“Depend on you,” Sally said, “special for one hour, one lady, one hundred, or extra special with everything one hundred sixty. Two lady double, four lady triple. Four lady very, very good.”

I had experienced a ‘four hands’ happy ending massage with two ladies there previously, and that had been really good, so the thought of ‘eight hands’ was intriguing. Money wasn’t an issue, I was making it faster than I could spend it, so I decided to go for broke.

“Four ladies, with everything,” I said, taking five one hundred dollar notes out of my wallet. I would often have spent that much on dinner and a show in the past with no guarantee of a ‘result’ for the evening anyway.

Sally grinned, took my money and gave me my change.

“Come with me,” she said, and she led me to a massage room at the back of the shop that I hadn’t seen before.

The set up was unusual in that there was a box, split in half, at the head of a wide massage table. There were a number of cables and tubes running to it. The table had the usual sheet over it, but it had a large hole in it and there was a towel under the hole in the groin area. There were also some short shackles at the corners of the table, obviously for my arms and legs. I looked at them nervously.

“No worry, very good,” Sally assured me as she saw me hesitate.

“First take all clothes off, and put wallet in here,” she said, showing me a pouch inside the box that closed on Velcro tabs, “then put head in here,” she explained, showing the bottom of the box that had a padded head hole in it at table height. “Then put back of box over,” she continued, showing me how the halves went together and clipped shut. The top part had a cushion in it to support my head when I turned over, which I thought was clever.

“When ready küçükçekmece escort ring bell three time and lady come in,” Sally explained, showing me a small bicycle bell on the side of the table. “Any time want stop ring bell three time. Lady tap bottom three time then time to turn over. They help turn box, OK?”

“Um… OK I guess…” I said.

“Good,” Sally said, “All lady tap three time then massage over.” And with that she left the room.

I prepared as she had said, putting my valuables in the pouch, undressing and then lying face down on the table and putting my head into the box. When I put the top of the surprisingly lightweight box in place a small ventilator fan started, providing fresh air, and some relaxation music started playing inside box. It was absolutely dark and I could not see or hear anything outside the box. The box was really comfortable and my neck was straight as if I was lying on a normal massage table. I nervously clipped the two halves of the box together and fumbled around looking for the bell. I tried to ring it three times, but of course I couldn’t hear anything, so I thought I would wait for a while and try again if nothing happened.

When I felt the hand touch my back, I jerked in surprise, and then I relaxed. Then two hands took hold of each of my wrists and ankles and the shackles were clipped on.

Then it began. The massage actually started with four simultaneous massages on my hands and feet, and I immediately got why a massage from four ladies at once could be so much better that just one or two.

I couldn’t hear anything, I couldn’t touch much, I couldn’t smell anything, but I could feel everything all at once. The head box was confining, but not uncomfortable, and fresh air coming in seemed to reduce any feeling of being confined or trapped. I closed my eyes and went with the flow.

The ladies were extremely well co-ordinated. The massage on my hands and feet was blissful, and seemed to last for ages. At first it was very gentle, and then it slowly developed into a very firm pressure point massage, and then it softened off again. After a while, and all at the same time, the ladies started to work their way up my limbs, using warm oil. They did my ankles and wrists (around the narrow shackles), calves and forearms, and then my upper arms and legs. As with my hands and feet, the massage on each area started softly and became more and more firm, eventually tailing off to soft again before moving to the next area.

I usually have my eyes closed for most of the time during a massage anyway, so I didn’t miss my sight, but I really did notice the lack of sound. I couldn’t hear the squirt of oil from the bottle, the sounds of the massage strokes or the breathing of the ladies, and this was really disconcerting to begin with. I also had fresh air, so I couldn’t smell the oil and scents of the massage room which was quite strange.

After a while the upper and lower parts of the massage divided. My upper arms were finished while the ladies doing my legs were still working on my thighs, and the two ladies who had been working my arms began to massage my buttocks, one each side. This became interesting when they coordinated their movements so both pushed towards each other on one stroke, and then pulled the other way on the next. When they pulled my ass cheeks apart I could feel one of them blowing down my crack and over my asshole. This felt amazing and my previously flaccid cock hardened immediately, which was rather uncomfortable as I was lying on it.

The ladies doing my legs started stroking my inner thighs and brushing my balls, which just made my situation worse, and I wriggled a bit to try and make room for my erection. Because I couldn’t see or hear anything I didn’t get embarrassed, I was just looking for relief.

The two ladies were still working on my bum, but all of a sudden, I could only feel one doing my legs. I am not sure how long it had taken me to notice, because almost immediately I felt the table under my groin disappear and as she pulled the towel away too my fully erect cock was suddenly hanging free under the table. The relief was immense, and I groaned with pleasure, even if the ladies probably couldn’t hear me.

Then things really heated up. I felt the two ladies pull my bum cheeks apart again, but this time, instead of blowing gently I felt the third ladies finger rub lightly over my asshole. Right at that moment a warm mouth engulfed my throbbing cock and I was in heaven.

From there I had one lady giving me a blowjob from under the table while the other three played with my inner thighs, my ass, my balls and all of the sensitive areas in between.

I could feel my orgasm building, but I didn’t want to cum too quickly, and I tried to delay it. The ladies must have had the same idea because they stopped what they were doing and I could feel their hands sliding over my body. It felt bahçeşehir escort like they were rotating around, and then I realised they were as they took up new positions and new mouth wrapped around my cock and the hands started again.

I have no idea how long this went for, but they rotated twice more, so that all four of them had a turn at sucking my cock while the other three stimulated me.

When I realised that I was going to cum I tapped on the table to let them know, and the lady who was sucking me at the time swallowed my cock as deeply as she could and I shot stream after stream of cum straight down her throat. It felt so good that I almost passed out.

As I slowly came down from my sexual high the massage on my bum and legs continued. My cock was thoroughly cleaned and then the section of table was slowly pushed back up. I had a vague concern that the ‘extras’ part of the massage was over, but I didn’t really think that was the case. Maybe they were just clearing the backlog as it were, to ensure I lasted longer next time? I hoped so anyway.

The massage returned to being very professional, and for a long time the four ladies provided a sensational deep tissue massage across my buttocks, back and shoulders.

Because I was so relaxed it just washed over me, and I stopped trying to identify each lady’s movements and just enjoyed the all over experience. It was incredible.

I was dozing when the signal to turn over was given, and I think I might have missed it at first, because I had a vague memory of tapping on my bum as it happened again. I moved my arms and legs to find the shackles had been released and then I rolled over, the head box being turned with me, and I settled back down onto the built-in pillow as the shackles were re attached. The box was really well designed, because even though my head had moved a bit as it rested on the pillow part there was still no light getting in. I realised that something had changed with the foot shackles too, when I was on my front my legs had been spaced quite widely apart, but now when I was on my back my feet were much closer together.

Then it all started again, but this time it was long gentle strokes running from my shoulder to my foot on my left side and my foot to my shoulder on my right. By the feel of it the ladies were walking around the table and trailing their fingers along my body. Again, there were so many sensations that it became a blur and I just surrendered to the feelings. Soon they started making extra moves as they went, sliding a hand over my ribs and chest, or up my inner leg.

Slowly my cock started to respond again.

Eventually the ladies stopped moving and began to do stronger strokes again, two on my legs and the others on my chest and stomach. The firm massage lasted for a while and then became lighter and lighter until the ladies were using only featherlight fingertip strokes.

Then they all slowly traced a line across my skin to my groin, and I again jumped as the first hand there lightly circled my semi erect cock and moved up to the tip. Before I realised what was happening the second hand was doing the same thing, then the third and then the fourth. By the time that was done the first lady had done another stroke from her starting point and without a gap this all started again.

With hands continuously running up my cock it took only moments before I was at full rigidity again, and they continued to rub their hands up my shaft for a short time.

The next thing I felt was multiple contacts elsewhere on my skin, and I realised that the ladies were all rubbing their naked tits on my skin as well as rubbing my cock, and my mind was suddenly spinning with the erotic images that my imagination produced. This was a really intense experience.

Then the fingertip strokes changed to tongue strokes as each lady traced her way to, and up, my cock with her tongue and lips, and soon after that started they started what I could only call a feeding frenzy where, from the feel of it, all four of them were licking and nibbling on my cock at once. I had thought just moments earlier that my cock was fully hard, but this made it find something extra.

After some time of this treatment the actions changed again, and the ladies returned to wide sweeping strokes with their hands, sometimes finishing at my cock where they would grasp it at the base and move it around a bit. Sometimes they grabbed my balls gently, and sometimes they ran their hands up or down my cock. Often these sorts of things were all going on at once.

My nerves were being stimulated so much that my brain was in overload. It took me a while to realise that one of the girls was sucking my cock again, and then it took me even longer to realise that it wasn’t a mouth around my cock, it was a pussy. How could I not have realised that was happening?

I briefly wondered about a condom, but I knew that başakşehir escort this place was really strict on the safe sex only message. They would do a blow job bareback, but a condom always had to be on for sex. I just couldn’t work out when it had been put on me, I simply hadn’t noticed.

The girl fucking me must have been really strong and flexible. I hadn’t felt her straddle me at all, I couldn’t feel her feet or hands either, it was just this pussy slipping up and down my cock. She was only going about half way, and I wasn’t feeling any pubic hair or other contact either. There was just this disembodied pussy stroking up and down my cock.

It was amazing.

In the meantime, the other girls were still stroking my body and playing with my balls and gently rubbing my ass as I was getting fucked. My hips began to rise to meet the down strokes of the girl fucking me, but she managed to keep the minimum of contact for a long time. It was exquisitely frustrating.

Then I had a tit in each hand, but they were different sizes. The one in my right hand was bigger, but the one in my left hand had a much more prominent nipple. I squeezed gently for a while but then everything stopped. The pussy disappeared, as did the tits and all the stroking ceased, all at once. I wanted to howl in frustration as the seconds of sudden emptiness ticked by, feeling like minutes.

Then a hand grabbed my cock and held it up as the pussy returned. But I quickly realised that it was a different pussy. The last one had become really slippery as it fucked my cock, and this one was drier and it grabbed more. The hands returned, and then so did the tits, but now there was a bigger one in my left hand, but they both felt different. Had the two just swapped, or was this two different girls? Had just one swapped?

I really missed my vision, because things were happening to me that I couldn’t clearly understand. I really missed my hearing, because I knew there would be erotic noises. You know, the slapping of flesh, the moans of pleasure and the ragged breathing that accompanies the exertions of sex. I really missed the smells of the aroused women too. I also really missed being able to trace my fingers across their bodies as we coupled. But in the absence of all of these feelings my imagination could go wild. The women could look, sound and smell just how I wanted them to. I had a mostly blank canvas that I could paint exactly as I wanted to. It was a totally new and sensational experience.

I started feeling just the faintest tickle of hair as the girl fucking me got the action going well enough to take almost all of my cock. I was pumping up as she was pushing down, and I was pulling back as she was pulling back up. The pace was fast, but not hectic, and I wondered if I would last long enough to fuck all four of them. I really hoped so, but I could feel my orgasm slowly starting to build. I was so glad for the earlier oral release, it had certainly helped to make this part of the experience last a lot longer.

There was another change of rider, and the accompanying change of tits to feel. I still couldn’t clearly identify which ones were which, but I was now beyond caring. The pussy on my cock, the hands on my body and the tits in my hands just all blurred into one massive experience that was completely blowing me away. I had no sense of time, no sense of anything other than the contacts from the women who were combining to provide me with what was by far the most amazing sexual experience of my life.

I was almost there when they swapped again, and I assumed that the fourth one was now straddling me and slowly sinking down my shaft as her pussy adjusted to my thickness. But was this the fourth one? Was it one that I had fucked earlier? I had no idea, but this time I realised they were playing the end game. It started slowly and gently, but soon increased pace. The fucking, the stroking and the squeezing all gradually built up to a frantic pace and then, after an intense fuck, I finally pushed my cock up as hard as I could and I exploded.

I have never cum so hard in my life, and my orgasm felt like it lasted for about ten minutes. Finally, I collapsed back down and the pussy that I had been buried in, right to the hilt slowly lifted off me as a hand gripped the base of my cock. My whole body was throbbing and tingling and I slowly relaxed as I came down from my incredible climax.

As I relaxed I had a brief vision of that orgasm scene in Scary Movie where the girl is plastered to the ceiling by a massive stream of cum. I certainly hope the other girls were holding onto the girl fucking me as I twisted and writhed in my release because the pressure I suddenly let loose sure felt formidable and she wasn’t holding on to me as I jumped around on the end of my restraints like a fucking, bucking bronco.

The hands returned and, as my cock was being wiped clean again, the firm massage strokes on my body and legs resumed and they assisted in my cool down, carefully kneading and soothing my tensed-up muscles and returning me back to state of blissful well being that I had been in before the intense sex session. Slowly my laboured breathing returned to normal and it was sort of like tide receding, taking all of my stress and worry with it. I felt more calm and relaxed than I had been since I was a child.

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Chapter 7 – Unexpected interruption, a little incest, health check

Seven nude people sat around Alice’s living room. Monica was cuddled against Bob toying with his flaccid cock, Zoey with Jim, and Alice and Sheila with Matt who had his arms around both women stroking their breasts.

Monica spoke, “This is the most amazing night of my life. This so far exceeds any sexual experience – any life experience – I’ve ever had. I could feel slutty, but instead I feel fulfilled and loved by each of you. I never thought I’d ever indulge in group sex, and certainly not with other girls. I never thought I’d eat cum from the pussies of my two best friends as one of my boyfriends did me from behind. I’m probably dreaming.”

Alice extended her arm and stroked Monica’s arm and then the slope of her nearest breast as Matt moved his hand out of the way. “Love! That’s the whole idea, darling.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Everyone looked at Alice.

Alice said in a whisper, “I’m not expecting anyone. Maybe they’ll go away.” Whoever it is can’t see in, but they can see that a light is on.” She sat on the edge of the sofa, wondering what to do, especially since she was still a little drippy.

The knocking persisted, about once every twenty or thirty seconds for a few cycles.

Alice got up and looked through the eyepiece in the door. They heard her gasp, “Oh, shit. It’s Tracy – Jim’s sister, and she looks determined.” She added, “Go into the bedroom, and I’ll see if I can get rid of her.” The two had met at a fast food restaurant downtown weeks earlier when Jim had introduced them and they had lunch together; he explained that Alice was his primary source of dating help with the ice princesses. Tracy and Alice had clicked.

After the room was cleared, Alice cranked the door open. “Hi Tracy. What do you want at this late hour? This is not a good time.”

Tracy pushed through the door into the living room. “It’s a very good time. I have serious boy problems, and need advice from you. I saw my brother’s car in the parking lot. I know you’ve been helping him with dating some of his girlfriends. Now, I need help – real bad.” As she reached the center of the living room, she said, “Where is he? I know he comes over here.”

Alice stood there nude. She planted her hands on her hips and said more firmly, “As I said, this is not a good time.”

Tracy turned and suddenly realized that Alice was naked. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry … you’re fucking my brother … I’m so jealous.”

Tracy looked around the dimly lit room, this time taking in the piles of clothing from multiple men and women. Alice could almost see the light bulb of realization click on over Tracy’s head.

Tracy turned to Alice, this time really taking in the beauty of her nudity. She said, “You’re having a party and I just crashed – a sex party – and my brother is here. That must mean that Matt and Bob are here too … with others – girls.” She pointed at a couple of the bras draped over chairs.

Tracy muttered, “Holy shit.” She looked to Alice for help in what to do. She’d correctly assessed exactly what was going on, but had become frozen in position with indecision. She wanted to stay. She wanted to participate. She dreamed about this when she masturbated – being in the midst of a bunch of other people fucking and making out.

Jim appeared from the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Hello, Tracy.” Towels had been the only option as everyone’s clothes lay spread out around the living room.

Tracy rasped out, “Hi. I’m sorry for barging in …” She stared at the bulge in the towel where her brother’s hard-on poked. She felt a flush run through her body at the thought of his cock. She’d never seen it, but suddenly it was so close and available.

Jim went and hugged her. “I haven’t exactly been around for you recently. I heard you say you needed help. What about?” He steered her to a straight back chair. Alice disappeared into the bedroom and returned a moment later in a thin robe that barely covered her pussy.

Tracy said, “This is sort of embarrassing and personal in so many ways, especially since I found you here – with your friends having a little orgy. I promise I won’t say anything to anybody.”

Tracy took a deep breath, “I wanted Kyle to fuck me, but he got cold feet. He barely said anything. We were making out, I thought we were about to do ‘it’ for the first time, and suddenly he stopped, started the car, and drove away. He barely said a word and just dropped me back at the house, and took off like a scared rabbit. Am I so obnoxious that I provoke that reaction? Why would he do that to me? I was very nice and inviting.”

Tracy’s eyes teared up, “I tried to be sexy for him. He’s been to third base with me – fingering my pussy, and I’ve even given him a couple of blowjobs. Why? I don’t even know if this means he just broke up with me. He didn’t say anything, just took off after I got out of the car.”

Jim looked at Alice with puzzlement. atakent escort bayan He chuckled, “If I’d been presented with that situation, I would still have my dick in your pussy.” The frank language between the brother and sister was not unusual, although they usually used it to taunt or inflame the other. That night there seemed to be another motivation and another message.

Alice said softly, “Honey, I think you’ve just met your first case of performance anxiety in a man. He was embarrassed in some way, maybe even knew he couldn’t do what you wanted despite his willingness to do so, and so he ran. Were you going to fuck in his car?”

“Yes. We’d laid the front seats back to make out, and I’d climbed over the console so he could finger me. I was almost naked until he started driving. I kept asking what was wrong. He was back on the main road before I even had my tits covered.”

“He might have been spooked by where you were parked, or all sorts of things. It probably has nothing to do with you at all, but being in your presence, he was mortified. The poor guy.”

“What should I do?”

Alice thought, searching for an answer.

A female voice from the bedroom door said, “Text him right now. Tell him how you care for him and really like him, and that you’re sorry for embarrassing him by pushing him to have sex. More of the former than the later. Tell him that you want to talk to him and not play games or wonder if you still have a relationship. Emphasize that you care for him and want a relationship with him. Tell him you want to see him tomorrow or Sunday if he can make it; that’ll give him some time to get over his snit.” Zoey came into the room also wearing a towel around her pixie-like body, except her boobs nearly prevented the towel from staying shut.

Behind Zoey at the doorway peered Matt and Sheila, obviously still naked.

Sheila said, “Don’t meet him at night, if possible. Do it in a neutral location, like the parking lot of McDonalds, or something. Emphasize that it’s just so you can talk and tell him face-to-face that you care about him.”

Alice confirmed that Sheila and Zoey’s idea were good ones.

Tracy pulled out her cellphone and immediately started to wildly text. As she composed her text a very naked Bob came out of the bedroom, showing no embarrassment whatsoever at being in front of the teenager. He came up behind Tracy, and as she finished, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.

“Hi Trace.”

“Hi Bob. You don’t have any clothes on.” Her voice was sort of dreamy, and she spoke slowly, obviously intrigued by the nudity around her.

“And you have way too many clothes on.”

Tracy looked at the others in the room that now included everyone. She smiled, “May I join you … please? I am over dressed, and I’m also horny as hell.”

“Are you eighteen?” Bob asked as he turned Tracy to face him. Even if she were eighteen, Bob would feel like he was playing with jailbait.

“As of three weeks ago.”

“Then you can stay.” Bob popped open the top button on Tracy’s blouse, and when she didn’t respond except with a smile, he went to the next … and the next. In between, he leaned in and kissed the sexy teenager. She kissed back with zeal. She’d liked Bob for years, and loved when he’d hang out at the house with her brother.

Matt appeared in front of Tracy and helped remove her blouse, and then after Bob had unhitched it, her bra. He leaned in and sucked on each breast as Tracy inhaled sharply. Tracy reached down and held each man’s cock, feeling them harden further in her hands.

Matt undid the belt and zipper on Tracy’s shorts. As her shorts dropped, Tracy again took ahold of Matt’s cock with one hand and Bob’s cock in the other. Despite the awkwardness, she also had her thong pushed down her legs.

Matt and Bob guided Tracy to the sofa. A couple of people moved to give them room.

The others in the room watched closely as the teen got seduced – no, seduction seems to mean the person might not want what is about to happen and so they’re subtly persuaded by various words and actions to bend to the will of the seducer. Tracy wanted this; she wanted to get laid, re-laid, and par-laid. She’d come to Alice’s wanting to talk about having sex, and now she was going to get it times three or more.

Tracy looked over at her brother with a lecherous smile as she tugged at her own breasts. She had a visible desire for rampant sex that night. Her breasts were young and classic and made every mouth in the room want to savor them for hours. An aroma from her pussy filled the room, revealing just how in heat Tracy was for cock.

Jim rolled his eyes, but he wasn’t about to stop his sister. He’d always wanted to see her nude. Many times he’d had dreams about making love with her, and that night would be the opportunity.

Tracy broke into a larger grin as she blew him a kiss; “Oh, this is going to be so much beykent escort bayan fun.”

Much later, as they pulled into his driveway, Jim turned to his sister with a chuckle as well as some concern, “Any regrets about tonight?”

Tracy swooned. “Are you kidding? I’ve never been happier. I got fucked really well by you and two other guys all of whom I’ve lusted after for years, plus I got romanced and introduced to sapphic sex by four other girls who gave me a whole new perspective on life and sex. What’s not to like? What’s not to love? I told everyone, and I repeat it for you, I want a repeat of this every night the rest of my life.”

Jim implored, “You can’t tell anyone, especially about you and me.”

Tracy shook her head, “Oh, God, no. I know the stigma associated with incest, and with ‘loose’ teenage girls who end up at orgies with their older brothers. I don’t mind being thought of as a slut, but I really followed through on that tonight.”

“Do you have a reputation?”

“No, only a few random derogatory comments tossed around now and then at school, but all the girls do it to each other – and the guys. Sometimes it’s used affectionately.” Tracy paused, and added, “I’ve wanted to be your slut since I was fourteen, but never had the nerve or knew how to make it happen. Tonight was a dream come true.”

“Or cum true,” Jim teased, pronouncing the key word differently.

Jim paused as he put the car in park, “Oh, shit, are Mom and Dad going to be up waiting for you? It’s three a.m. and your teenager has been out like an alley cat all night. I can do that, but you can’t just yet without pissing them off.”

“No. I texted Mom early in the evening after I’d fucked Bob. I told her I was hanging out with you and some of your friends. She was fine with that because you were protecting me. I made it sound like we were having a movie marathon. Alice did have Netflix on the whole time I was there. Personally, I would have preferred porn.”

“I guess I must have been fucking you a few minutes after you talked to them.” After a pause he asked, “Was the group sex too much for you?” He displayed genuine concern for his sister’s feelings and emotions.

“No, I loved it and want more, more, more. I’d been in one other group situation, sort of, when Ellie and I gave blowjobs to Kyle and Mark in the same car. We even watched each other. A week after that we changed partners even, so the guys could see how we were different, and so we could taste a different cock and cum. They were fingering us too.”

“You do have leanings towards being a slut, and I love it.” Just before opening the side door, Jim kissed his sister again. The kiss was passionate and communicated all sorts of messages about love and lust.

Tracy said in a husky and inviting tone, “I want to sleep with you.”

Jim puzzled that, “I think Mom and Dad would think that very strange and over the top. I want to be with you too, but …”

Tracy countered, “What if I stayed on top of the covers, as though I came in to be with you in the middle of the night? I used to do that when I was younger.”

Reluctantly, Jim nodded. “It’s got to look totally innocuous.”

“I get it.”

Thirty minutes later, Jim deposited another load of cum in his sister’s sodden pussy. As risky as it was neither could resist making love one more time before sleeping. It had taken all Jim’s strength not to yell out his passion and love for Tracy. In the same way, Tracy had to stifle her scream of joy as the best climax of her life hit her like a runaway train.

Afterwards, Tracy slipped on her yoga pants, a heavy t-shirt, her bathrobe, and fuzzy slippers, and curled up next to her brother atop his covers. Jim turned on a window fan to air out the unmistakable odor of sex. Tracy had never felt so loved in all her life. In the corner of her mind, she wondered whether Kyle would ever be able to invoke the same feelings in her as her brother and his friends.

* * * * *

The male-only meeting of the growing circle of close friends met at the picnic table on the north side of the town commons. Bob had called the meeting a command performance, meaning Jim and Matt had to attend.

Bob lectured, “Details. We have to worry the details. If we want to keep this together for everyone we have to worry the details.”

Jim said, “But we accomplished our big goal with the girls. We even did better than that by annexing Alice and Tracy into our group too. Tracy was so hot last night. God, she can talk dirty like no one else I’ve ever known.”

Bob said, “So we three guys are in pig heaven, but there are five women, and that means two are always on the sidelines.”

Matt countered, “But the girls say they like to play together. They’ve all become bisexual, at least with each other.”

Bob shook his head, “Not good enough. I have a list of things we have to work on in order to hold everything together.”

Jim nodded, sefaköy escort bayan “OK, maestro; let’s hear your list.”

“First, we need at least one more male, preferably two. I think we should talk to Alice about it, since I would think she’d want someone in the group closer to her own age. The downside of that is older men won’t perform as well as we do. The upside is that maybe we find a real suave gentleman who can be a good role model for our future development.”

“Second, I’m worried we’re taking the girls for granted. Our dates are oriented to what horny males want to do: we eat and we fuck until we drop. I think we need to do some serious romancing of each girl in some way. We need to go back to how we were thinking about them when we were wooing them.”

Third, Tracy asked me last night if we would consider admitting Ellie to the group. She’s Tracy’s best friend, and she’s also your hot sister Matt. Could you be as laid back about her joining us as Jim has been about Tracy? I suspect the decision is really yours, since she’s your sister.”

Matt twisted his mouth at the tough question. “I’d try. I have wanted to have some kind of sex with her – she’s gorgeous, but she rags on me all the time something fierce.”

Jim said, “Just so you know, Tracy still does a little of that, mostly in front of my parents. I think it’s now an act so they don’t think there’s anything going on between us. I still give her shit right back, but overall, the insults and sarcasm have dramatically dropped. She is, however, insatiable about sex – not only when we’re all together, but she’s taken to coming into my room in the middle of most nights. I’m worried we’ll get caught. The only times she’s skipped coming in is when Ellie has slept over. Let Ellie in the group and maybe I’ll be fucking the two of them in the middle of the night.” He grinned at the thought. Ellie was a hottie too.

Bob reiterated, “So what do we want to do about Ellie?” He looked at Matt as he spoke, figuring that her big brother might want to kill the idea.

Instead, Matt said, “I think I should have a little talk with her, maybe with Tracy present. I want her to know what she’d be getting into. Even though she’s of legal age, she can still be pretty naïve about some things.”

“Is she a virgin?”

“I shouldn’t know this, but no she isn’t. She’s fucked several guys over the past two years. Mark is her current boyfriend, and I’m sure they’re making good use of his van.”

Bob said, “So, you’ll let us know the outcome?”

“In the next several days, for sure.”

Bob said, “I have a fourth item, and I’m not sure about it. Monica missed a number of key dates and events in our seduction process. She came back, and wham bam, we’re fucking her like Armageddon is about to happen. I think we should each take her out on an individual date. I mentioned it to Sheila, and she thought it was a great idea. The date doesn’t even have to have sex involved; just some outing that lets us say we love her.”

“Fifth, on my agenda involves Christmas. I know it’s over three months away, but we each have five – and if Ellie joins it’ll probably be six serious girlfriends. We have got to start thinking about our gifting approach in the season. Just tuck that in the back of your heads. We need to invoke that Creativity item on our top ten list.”

Alerted to the five concerns Bob had, the men talked more about each one and then broke up. By the end of the next day, they each had a one-on-one date with one of the three girls, and plans to take Tracy and Alice out too.

* * * * *

Bob took Monica out to dinner at the Homestead Restaurant, one of the top restaurants within a hundred miles. The cooking was rated as five stars, and the views from the porch they sat on in the early evening were impressive. Bob had made sure to get a table with a view, but also one set off from a few of the others so they could talk without being overheard.

After getting some glasses of wine, Bob asked, “One of the reasons for our date is that I wanted to do a health check with you; how are you feeling about our group and everything going on?”

Monica chortled, “You sure don’t beat around the bush?”

“I thought we might spend the rest of the night talking about that one question and I wanted to allow enough time,” Bob said with a smile back at her.

Monica said, “Let me break it down and tell you a secret. First, you no doubt noted that I got right into the group sex after I got back from the vacation in Colorado. You all seemed surprised, but one person there wasn’t.”

“Zoey,” Bob intuited.

“Right. That’s because when she’d started having group sessions with you three men and Sheila, Zoey called me that first night to talk about what had happened. You’d been in Sheila’s family room and swapped around, although you hadn’t had intercourse yet. Now, don’t worry about what she said; it was all good. She was hornier than a river toad, and couldn’t wait to have more sex with everybody. Later I learned that she and Sheila got it on. I couldn’t wait to get back home and join in either. Later, she also told me that I was not supposed to know about the swapping around. So, that’s how I behaved on that first night I rejoined you all. I wanted to be fucked fifty ways from Sunday in an open setting. Zoey said it was such a turn on, and she was right.”

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The next few weeks found Jack and Sally’s sex life to have dramatically improved. They were now having sex almost everyday. Jack did not understand what had happened but he felt almost like a kid again, a kid in Sally’s candy store.

The change began one night while Sally and Jack were playing around. Sally was sucking on Jack’s balls and she squeezed them tightly together. Even before this Jack had noticed Sally was more adventuresome in their sex life.

“Oh Sally, I love it when you do that,” Jack moaned.

“Do what? Squeeze your balls and their little sack?” Sally asked.

“Yes, that feels great,” Jack sighed.

Sally moved herself next to Jack. “Why don’t you tell this mamma all about it.”

Jack talked very little about his early life. Sally knew his mother had died when he was 14 and then his father, an alcoholic, had died when he was 17. He had been raised after that by his Aunt and Uncle.

“I don’t remember much but for some reason you squeezing my balls like that makes brings back some vague memory that I can’t quite bring back.”

“Well Jack I am your mommy now,” Sally said as she got up.

“Okay I hope you don’t think I’m too weird liking to call you mamma,” Jack said embarrassed.

“No, not at all. I like it. Wait just a minute,” Sally said as she got up out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Jack asked.

“I will be right back.”

Jack waited and Sally quickly returned.

“Look what I have,” Sally said and produced a long string of nylon cord. “I am going to tie some balls.”

Sally expertly tied the cord around Jack’s scrotum. She used a slip knot that allowed her to easily tighten the cord squeezing Jack’s nuts.

“Oh God I love the way that feels,” Jack exclaimed. “Pull on the string and suck my dick Mommy.

Sally had a good tight grip on the string as she bent over and took Jack’s cock into her mouth. She began licking and sucking while varying the pressure on Jack’s balls. Sally could tell Jack was in heaven.

“Do you like the way mommy sucks your dick?”

“Oh my Goooooddddd!” Jack exclaimed as he felt his balls tighten and the familiar rush that accompany his ejaculations.

“I’m cumming!” he said and exploded into Sally mouth. Sally loved the taste of her husband’s cum and drank every bit. Sally knew she had found a new thrill that should be wonderful for both of them for many times to come.

Sally loved the improvement her sex life with Jack. Lately, it was better than even when they were just married. They were having sex in ways and places they had never done and it was just great. However, Sally could not get Josh out of her mind. Sally loved her husband and had no such feelings for Josh. But there was something about the way Josh treated her that was such a turn on. Sally hated to admit it but she loved the humiliation. She loved the way Jack abused her and put on her display as nothing but a sex object. Sally could not believe how good it felt to let Jack be in full control. She also knew that she was going to have to call him again. However, she wanted to make sure that things did not go too far. She never wanted anything to happen to her and Jack.

“I have to go to the Sony exhibition next weekend. Do you want to go?” Jack asked the next morning as they were having breakfast.

“No, I don’t like going to those things. I think I will just stay home.”

“Ok, that’s fine. I will leave Thursday and be back Sunday,” Jack said. He kissed her and as he did Sally jerked on her cord pulling on his balls.

“Oh God!,” Jack exclaimed and felt his dick harden almost immediately. Jack was dressed in his normal work clothes but as he was dressing Sally unzipped his pants and pulled his dick and balls over his underwear and tied his balls.

“Do Mommy’s little boy like that?” Sally teased.

“Yes Mommy I love it,” Josh replied in a little boy’s voice.

“Ok then you have to do something for Mommy,” Sally said.

“Ok Mommy what do you want me to do?”

Sally stood up and sat on the table in directly in front of Jack. She opened her robe to reveal she was naked underneath.

“I want my boy to lick my pussy before he goes to school. Will you be a good boy and do that,” Sally asked.

“Yes Mommy, I loved to lick your pussy,” Josh replied and began to lick Sally’s juices that were already flowing.

“Ohhhhhh, you are such a good boy Jack. Suck Mommy’s clit so she will cum,” Sally said.

Sally could feel it would not take long and her orgasm began to build.

“Oh yes Jack, yes Jack,” Sally whimpered and felt her pussy tingle with pleasure.

As things settled down Sally pulled on the string and said, ” Now it is time for Mommy to take care of her little man.” Sally bent down and began to suck Jack’s hard cock. It did not take long.

“Oh yes Mommy,” he exclaimed continuing their game of Mommy-Son. Jack could not believe what a turn on this was for him.

Sally felt his cock swelled and sucked in earnest to get her sweet cum.

“Yes suck it Mommy I am cumming.” Jack shot his kartal escort bayan load straight down Sally’s throat and she loved every bit of it.

As Jack composed himself and removed the string from his balls he said, “It’s late I’ve got to get to work. He gave Sally a kiss and rushed out the door.

As Sally sat back her rob still open and her pussy still wet from both her own juices and Jack’s salvia her thoughts turned to Josh. She could not help it. Jack was the love of her life but it was just not enough. It went against everything she knew but she could not help it. “It is time for another adventure with Josh,” Sally thought to herself.

It was later that day that Sally got up the nerve to call Josh.

“Hi Josh, it’s Sally,” she said into the phone.

“Hello Sally, what can I do for you?” Josh answered with a question.

“I don’t know. I just wanted to see you,” Sally began to stammer not knowing exactly what she wanted from Josh.

“Are you still a nasty little bitch with a wet pussy?” Josh suddenly asked.

“I don’t know,” Sally replied shocked at Josh directness.

“That won’t do Sally. I am going to hang up unless you tell me what you want.”

Sally could feel her anxiety rise but she did want to see Josh. She knew what Josh wanted. It was all a part of his game.

“Josh I am your slut. My pussy is very wet just thinking about you and the things you do to me. I want you to make me as nasty bitch and you can. I want you to fuck my pussy and my asshole and do whatever you want with my body,” Sally gasped already feeling a new moistening in her pussy, the same pussy that her husband Jack had just eaten.

“That’s much better. When do you want to get together?”

“Jack is leaving Thursday. So either Thursday or Friday would be good for me.”

“Ok, meet me at Wal-Mart’s parking lot on Friday evening at 8:00. I want you to dress up as a little girl. Make sure all of your clothes are at least two sizes too small. Wear a very short skirt and no panties. Also, put your hair in pigtails and wear black heels. I want your clothes to have a young girl look, but a very nasty young girl. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand Jack,” Sally whispered feeling very excited at the thought of their adventure. There was a part of Sally that was disgusted by what she was going to do but her disgust only fueled the excitement that she felt.

“And Sally do not touch your pussy until then. Do not do anything that would satisfy your sexual craving until then. Do you understand?” Josh commanded in a firm voice.

“Yes Josh I understand,” Sally felt her heart sink at the thought of having to wait until Friday. She quickly removed her hand that had already traveled between her legs.

“And Sally if there are any indications that you have played with that nasty pussy of yours then the date is off. And Sally I will know.”

“I understand Josh. I will not touch my pussy until then,” Sally sighed already feeling a burning itch in her clitoris that was already demanding attention.

“Till Friday,” Josh said and hung up.

Sally sat with the phone still to her ear and wondered what she had just done. However, she knew that she would be there on time to meet Josh.

The next day Sally went to a few stores where she was not known. She did not want to run into anyone who would see her make these purchases. She bought a pushup bra two sizes too small. She wondered if she would be able to breathe with it squashing her breasts.

When buying a blouse the salesgirls asked, “Don’t you think that is a little tight fit?”

At the time Sally was trying it on and having difficulty buttoning the buttons.

“No, I like it this tight,” Sally said as she noticed the salesgirl’s disapproving look.

Sally gathered the rest of her evening’s outfit. Back at home she dressed and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a real slut. She could feel her pussy crying and had to be careful not to keep her legs too tight together. It would not take much for her to have an orgasm without even touching herself. Sally had to wait for Josh.

Sally arrived at the Wal-Mart parking lot on time. As usual Josh made Sally wait a while. Finally, she saw his car pull up to their designated meeting spot.

“Hi Sally,” Josh said.

“Hi Josh,” Sally said and looked down.

“Get in and let’s go,” Josh ordered without even looking at Sally.

Sally was somewhat disappointed that Josh did not comment on her slutty outfit but Sally never knew what to expect from him.

“Tell me what you want,” Josh suddenly said.

Sally knew what he wanted her to say. He wanted her to degrade herself in the most disgusting kind of way.

“I am your dirty little slut and my pussy is wet for you. Please put your cock in my hole,” Sally pleaded.

“Oh we will get to that you little bitch. Yes, I have some real fun lined up for you,” Josh chuckled.

They drove for about two hours. Sally had no idea where they were going maltepe escort bayan but sat in silence while he drove.

Once after about an hour Josh said, “Take that flashlight and let me see your pussy.”

Sally took the flashlight and raised her dressed. The light from the flashlight illuminated her freshly shave cunt and Josh nodded in approval.

“Is it wet?”

“Yes, it has been wet since we talked on the phone,” Sally whimpered.

“And you have not touched it?”

“No Josh I have not touched it,” she answered.

“So what have you and Jack been doing lately?” Josh asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you guys fucking a lot?” Josh quizzed.

“Yes, I guess so,”

“What do you mean you guess so? Don’t you know?

“Yes, Jack and I have been fucking a lot. We have been doing it a lot more lately,” Sally replied.

“So what does Jack like for you to do for him?” Sally did not like the idea of telling Josh about her sex life with Jack but she was now under Josh’s control. She told him about the string around Jack’s ball. She also told Josh about Jack’s early experiences with his mother. She told Josh how much Jack like for her to pretend she was his Mommy.

“That is very interesting Sally. Do you think Jack even sucked off his brother?”

“He did not say anything about that,” Sally answered. She had not even thought about that. She could not see her Jack sucking off a guy.

“I bet he did. I bet there is a lot he didn’t tell you,” Josh said and laughed.

A few minutes later they arrived at a large ranch house.

“Here we are,” Josh announced as they drove up the driveway. There were several cars parked in front of the house.

“What are we doing here?” Sally questioned. It looked like there was a party of some kind going on.

“They are expecting us. Get out,” Josh ordered.

Sally got out of the car and pulled her dress down as far as it would go but that did not cover much of her long legs.

Josh knocked on the door and it was answered by an older man dressed very formal.

“Come on in Josh. We were wondering when you would get here. Is this your slut?”

At first Sally wondered if she had correctly heard what the man said. She soon found that she had.

“Yes, Sally here is a real slut. Tell him Sally.”

Sally blushed but felt she had to obey Josh’s commands.

“Yes sir I am a slutty girl and I love to play with my pussy,” Sally said in almost a child’s voice.

“Oh we are going to like you. Come on in and meet everyone.”

Josh and Sally were lead into a large room brightly lit with a fire burning in a large fireplace. Sally noted there were 9 other men and 5 women standing around talking. Sally also noted with great embarrassment that she was the only dressed like a slut. Everyone else was dressed in formal evening wear and they were all looking at her as she came into the room.

“This is my friend Josh and his slut Sally,” the man announced to the crowd.

Sally wanted to crawl under the rug as everyone stared at her with stern looks.

“Hi everyone,” Josh said greeting the people. “Sally, tell them what you like to play with.”

Sally looked at Josh not believing what he was asking her but knowing she would obey said, “I like to play with my pussy.”

Several of the men smiled. Sally did not like the looks they were giving her. Several of the women also had rather evil smiles. Sally now noticed that she was by far the youngest person there. Everyone else was very stately looking as if they were of a high society type group that would not have approved of Sally’s low status on a normal day much less a day like today.

“Come over here Sally,” the older man instructed. He led Sally to a bar that was about four feet high. Before Sally knew what they were doing Josh and the man lifted her up on the bar.

“Stand there like a little slut Sally,” Josh ordered. “No not that way. Open your legs a little, a little more. There, now you can get a good look at your pussy. Now when a person comes to get a drink you ask, ‘do you like my pussy?’ Do you understand Sally?” Josh finished his instructions.

“Yes, I understand,” Sally replied. Sally had never been more embarrassed in her life but she had never been more sexually charged in her life. She could feel the moisture beginning to flow from deep within her.

Sally could see the men looking up her skirt. Her clean smooth pussy lips were clearly visible to anyone standing at the bar.

“Do you like my pussy sir?” she would ask each man.

Sally now spent the next hour standing on the bar as just about everyone came to the bar to get a drink.

“My, my such a pretty little pussy girl.” An older lady said as approached the bar. She looked directly at Sally’s pussy. “Well are you going to ask me?”

“Do you like my pussy madam?” Sally asked.

“Why yes I do,” the lady answered. “My you look a little wet,” the lady said seeing droplet forming on Sally’s pussy lips.

Sally pendik escort bayan could not believe when the lady took a small spoon and reached up sliding the spoon along her pussy lips. Sally felt a charge of electricity shoot through her and her body trembled at the touch of the metal.

“My, you are wet,” the lady said looking at a small puddle of Sally’s cum juices that she collected on the spoon.

Sally watched in amazement as the lady smelled the content of the spoon.

“You have a most definite aroma,” the lady said looking back at Sally’s pussy.

Sally could not believe the effect this was having on her and more juices began to flow. The lady noticed this and took another spoon to Sally. The lady was able to gather almost an entire spoonful of Sally’s cum juices.

“My, you are wet little girl,” the lady said.

Sally could not believe as the lady lifted the spoon to her own very proper lips and pour the entire contents of the spoon on her tongue. Sally watched as the lady tasted Sally’s most intimate excretions and smiled.

“Mmmmm, you taste good too,” the lady said and smiled.

Sally stood there for another few minutes and she saw Josh and the older man.

“Come on down Sally. It’s show time,” Josh said as he helped her off the bar.

They walked to the center of the room where there was a table about 3 feet high, 3 feet wide, and about 6 feet long.

“Up you go Sally,” Josh and helped Sally onto the table.

“Pull up your dress,” Josh ordered.

Sally pulled up dress revealing her pussy and ass to entire crowd. Everyone had gathered around the table now and was carefully watching Sally.

“Sally take off your clothes,” Josh commanded.

Sally unbuttoned the tight blouse and let it fall. She unbuttoned the short dress and it fell to the floor leaving Sally standing the table with nothing but a necklace and a bra. She unsnapped the tight bra and her breasts fell free. She left on the necklace.

“Doesn’t she look like a slut?” Josh asked.

“Yeah, a real slut,” the crowd agreed with the speaker.

“Sally lie down on the table and spread your legs,” Josh commanded.

Sally wondered what was going to happen. She did not know if she wanted to be gang raped but it looked like that was what was going to happen as the first man walked up to the table. He was standing in front of the table, her legs spread before him. He then grabbed her ankles and pulled her toward him. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his now erect cock. Sally prepared herself for a fucking but instead he began to furiously masturbate and quickly shot his load onto her stomach and chest. Sally could feel the wetness of this man’s cum all over her body.

The next man did the same. Sally could not believe what was happening. As each man shot his load on her, Sally’s on sexual tension was building but she could do nothing about it. After the tenth man spewed his schism on her, Sally was almost covered in wet cum. Some of it was beginning to dry on her.

“Just lay there like a cum covered slut,” Josh commanded.

One of older females now approached Sally. Sally watched as the lady pulled her breasts out of her dress and let them hang. The lady then reached down and let her finger move across Sally’s stomach and gathered cum on her finger. She brought her finger to her mouth and licked the cum off her finger. The lady them lean over and licked some of the cum off Sally’s very erect nipples.

“Oh, please lick me,” Sally moaned as she felt the lady’s tongue flick her rock hard nipple. Sally was frantic with unfulfilled sexual tension.

The lady leaned over and allowed her own hard nipple to rub against Sally’s wet cunt. Sally felt another bolt of electricity run through her body and the lady’s nipples nicked Sally’s engorged clitoris.

“Oh, my God, I need it, I need something in my pussy,” Sally begged. She wiggled on the table but knew she was helpless until someone allowed her to cum.

Each lady approached the table, revealed their breasts, tasted the cum on Sally’s body, and then allowed their breasts to rub Sally’s pussy and clit. They did not do so long enough for Sally to get any real satisfaction but long enough to intensify the already explosive desire that Sally was feeling.

Now the ladies were surrounding Sally as she lay on the table. They all bent over and began lick Sally’s body being careful to avoid her pussy and to avoid allowing Sally to have an orgasm. After a few minutes Sally was totally cleaned of all the men’s cum but as yet she still had not achieved any satisfaction. She was almost mad with desire.

Sally had not noticed but Josh had now walked up to the table and was standing between Sally’s legs and they bent off the table.

“Are you ready Sally?” Josh asked

“Please fuck me Josh. Please fuck my pussy, stick it in deep and hard and fuck me,” Sally begged.

“Okay Sally,” Josh replied and pulled out his rock hard cock.

Two of the women now bent over the table and began nursing on Sally’s nipples. Another lady bent down and began thrusting her tongue into Sally’s mouth. The other two ladies bent down and one began to lick Sally’s stomach and the last waited for Josh to insert his cock.

A man approached each lady and lifted her dress up revealing their panty-less pussies. The men quickly rammed their cocks into the waiting cunts and began fucking.

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***

It was a phrase that Chris first started hearing the moment he had started to date Brielle. “She’s a wild one.” Even now, on the verge of their wedding, he still occasionally encountered this response when meeting someone who had known his fiancée during her college years.

Upon receiving his introduction, they would reply, “Oh– Brielle!” A moment of silence would follow. Then some variation of “She’s a wild one!” would escape their lips while curling into a sly grin, as if they were privy to some indecent knowledge of her past life that he was not.

Chris had long since asked Brielle about it. She’d laughed it off and blamed it on an “experimental phase” that she implied was no different than what a lot of people go through when they become independent and a little wild for the first time in college. “But that’s over now,” she had added. “Mostly…” Brielle had winked at him when adding the last word as if to suggest that maybe they might explore their kinky sides together.

Truthfully, it didn’t bother Chris at all. He’d long been envious of people who were able to break out of their shells more than he ever had. He reasoned, “Why shouldn’t I be able to attract someone sexually adventurous?” Secretly, he had hoped it might rub off on him.

In fact, Brielle was enchanted by Chris’ shyness and comparative inexperience with his sex life. She soon relished any opportunity to draw out his secret kinky side in the bedroom. It was part of what made their relationship work. She immensely enjoyed dragging him into the “dark side” as she called it and, frankly, he didn’t mind. Their relationship was the most thrilling one he’d ever had. She was his fantasy girlfriend, turned real.

It was no surprise, then, that Brielle enjoyed joking about the potential of his upcoming bachelor party. It was as if she wanted to give him license for one last hurrah. “He’s a wild one!” Chris imagined people saying of him, just like they had said of Brielle. However, this was the briefest of fantasies, before he returned to his usual introverted demeanor and dismissed any such ideas as a world unfortunately not meant for him.

If anyone was destined to disagree, anyone who could make his bachelor party as raunchy as possible just to embarrass him, it was Chris’ childhood friend, Mike Scanlan.

***

“What’s uuuuup!” Mike exclaimed upon seeing Chris enter La Casa de Los Tacos. He jumped out of his seat, swung his hand through the air to connect with Chris’ and then gave him a chest bump. “We just crushed some Tecates and then Marisol ordered a margarita. What do you want? Another round of cervezas?” Chris nodded and watched Mike spin around to search for the waitress, then sat across from Marisol and smiled.

“Hey man!” she exclaimed. The waitress arrived to briefly take Mike’s order.

“How’s it goin’? This looks like a fun party!” Chris replied.

Marisol laughed. “It’s always a party when queso is involved!” She took a chip and gave it a swipe through a bowl of yellow cheese flecked with bits of green and red.

“Speaking of parties, are you ready for your fucking bachelor party?!” Mike exclaimed.

Chris threw his arms up. “I told you, I don’t need a real bachelor party. No stripper or anything. Just throw something together with drinks and food. You can invite Marisol and everyone else.”

Mike groans. “Loosen up, dude. The stripper wouldn’t just be for you.” He started grinding the table jokingly as if to indicate what he was looking forward to doing to her. Marisol giggled.

“I’m serious, I don’t need that. I’d be fine just hanging out,” Chris chuckled.

Marisol pulled away from the icy, neon green drink she held to her lips. “This is Mike you’re talking about. Do you seriously think he’s gonna pass up an opportunity to hire a stripper and pretend as if he’s gonna get some?” Chris smirked at her. She turned to Mike. “And if you do get a stripper, don’t forget it’s Chris’ special day. Don’t hog all the T ‘n A for yourself.” She winked at Chris as if to emphasize the good deed she just did for him.

Chris felt himself turning a mildly reddish hue. He still wasn’t wholly against the idea, especially since Brielle truly didn’t seem to care. He just found it intimidating and embarrassing to think about having an erotic encounter in front of his closest friends.

“Look at him, he’s already turning red!” Marisol laughed. “You’re so cute when you’re bashful,” she joked. Marisol took another sip of her drink and eyed him seductively.

It reminded Chris of the time she had dragged him to a store on spring break after freshman year at state college to buy a new bathing suit. She’d teased him the same way, clearly being a source of delicious amusement for her.

He remembered it vividly:

Marisol and Chris had popped into the swimsuit store along the shopping strip near the beach the moment it opened while their friends were still getting breakfast. He had observed that it was clearly designed for tourists, as was the whole main drag, beykent escort catering to eighteen-to-twenty-somethings escaping with their college friends to enjoy the warm tropical breezes of a Mexican resort and copious amounts of irresponsible drinking.

Needless to say, he was looking forward to the same.

Marisol flipped through bathing suit after bathing suit. Each time, she held it up to her body and studied his face, saying things like, “How does this one look?” or “Is this one hot?” Chris felt a touch of shyness watching her act like she was taking on and off each bathing suit in front of him.

Soon she dragged him to the fitting room, which was little more than a tight, sectioned off space with a ratty curtain pulled across it. She slipped inside, carrying a selection that she was excited to try on. While she changed, Chris’ attention wandered over to a couple that arrived to use the adjacent fitting room. He could instantly tell they were an item, the way they fawned all over each other in an obvious manner.

Chris observed the boyfriend out of the corner of his eye. After a few moments, the man opened the curtain slightly and peeked inside. Chris heard the girlfriend gasp. She peeked out and glared at her boyfriend for the stunt he had just pulled. “There are other people here!” she said.

“So?” he replied.

“So… you’re the only one that gets to see me changing… But not right now.” She smirked, cast an embarrassed look at Chris, and yanked the curtain shut again, making a loud grating noise in her boyfriend’s face. He grinned with pride and turned to catch Chris’ expression but Chris quickly looked away.

Marisol peeked through the curtain and thrust out the swimsuit she had just tried. “I don’t like how this one looks. Can you hand me that red one I just had?” Chris accepted the swimsuit and nodded. He wondered if she was standing there naked inside that little space for changing. As he grabbed the item from her, he took several looks at the slit of the partly opened curtain but there was just no way that he could see anything.

Moments later, he returned with the red swimsuit she had requested. Chris took a wide swing around a rack to return at an angle that might give him a split second to see inside the fitting room. For a moment, he thought he saw the reflection of her bare bottom in the mirror opposite the curtain but the glimpse was so fleeting that it did nothing but leave him even more curious and frustrated than before.

Marisol took the swimsuit from his hand and said, “Okay, one sec.” He listened to the shuffling inside, trying to picture in his head the way the stretchy fabric was gliding up over the warm bronze landscape of her body, the way it might be sliding over her nipples to tightly contain her breasts.

He found himself suddenly distracted when the girl in the next changing room finally came out. She giggled when her boyfriend reached around and squeezed her butt from behind. Chris was both disgusted and jealous at the same time. She swatted her boyfriend’s hand away and gave Chris another embarrassed look, but it seemed obvious that they were both titillated by his presence. He wanted to pretend Marisol was his girlfriend, even if he couldn’t put on the same show in front of that couple.

Marisol finally emerged with her suit on. “How does it look? she asked. He gave her a look up and down. Chris noticed immediately how rigid and pointy her nipples were, pushing back against the thin fabric. The faintest glimpse of a camel toe could be seen. He decided not to tell her but took as curious a look as he could without giving himself away.

“It looks great,” is all he could muster, followed by an awkward silence. Their eyes briefly met in that wordless space. He panicked, realizing that she might have just understood that she turned him on.

“Oh yeah?” she finally replied, cracking a smile. “You like my sexy bod?” She took a sarcastic spin in a circle, showing off her goods, briefly flashing her butt which wobbled cheerfully despite being cinched tightly into the swimsuit that clung to her body.

“Yeah! Hot damn!” he laughed, hoping to distract from his obvious arousal with a comic display of amusement. She laughed.

“Too Baywatch?”

“Nah.”

“This one’s expensive though…” she mumbled, eying him as if wanting Chris to justify the purchase she was about to make. He knew what she wanted from him at that moment, so he reassured her about all the years of usage she would get out of it. Marisol appeared satisfied and began to back into the fitting room again. “It’s too bad there isn’t just a nude beach nearby, ‘cuz it would save me a lot of money,” she mumbled, without expression.

Chris was taken aback. “Wow! I’ve never been to one. Do you really go to those?”

As Marisol reached for the curtain, she paused abruptly and gave him a look of amused surprise. “Don’t get too excited, there! I was just kidding!”

Chris felt himself looking embarrassed and gullible in front of her. She closed the curtain slowly. The look she gave him lingered sefaköy escort on his face as long as it possibly could have. She seemed wickedly pleased with herself for the manner in which she had just tripped him up.

He remembered that look perfectly. It was burned into his retinas.

“Uh, Chris?” he heard Marisol say. He snapped back to the present, finding a beer and a taco suddenly sitting in front of him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Mike said, “You guys totally should have come. That was the best day of our entire spring break.” Chris was surprised to hear that they were reminiscing about the same trip he had just recalled. “Blake and I snuck into this weird Mexican titty bar while you guys were still out shopping or something.”

Chris began to inexplicably panic that they had just heard his private thoughts, a nervous reaction he always had when he was feeling guilty about where his mind had wandered.

“That was just in the morning!” Marisol chirped. “Later, we had an awesome time on the beach. Besides, what do I need to go to a Mexican titty bar for? I’m half-Mexican. I can check out Mexican tits in the mirror every morning when I shower.” She snorted at her own joke.

“Yeah, well you could have saved me the trip if you weren’t being so selfish with ’em!” Mike exclaimed. They all laughed.

“Yeah right. Like I totally need to be ogled by another thirsty gringo,” she snickered. Marisol turned to Chris. “Well, maybe Chris, if he weren’t getting married.” She batted her eyelashes at him with a comic playfulness.

Chris smiled at Marisol. Secretly, he wondered if there had ever been any real attraction there. She sucked cutely on her straw while watching his eyes until it crackled and hissed with the sound of completion.

“Ah, fuck,” she said, glancing down at the glass with a pout. “Well, the margarita talk has been fun, but I gotta go.”

“So soon?” asked Chris.

“Yeah…” she sighed, pulling out a wad of bills to pitch in for the drinks. “I gotta run home and then I work later.”

“All right.”

“But count me in on that whole bachelor party thing– stripper or not!” With a grin, she shuffled quickly past the table and headed out onto the street.

***

“Pwahahahaha!” Brielle exclaimed, launching into a laughing fit. “You think Mike is gonna listen to you?” Chris chuckled. They’d been talking about mundane wedding planning details for a while until they took a break and the topic of his upcoming bachelor party came up. “Or are you just telling me this so that you’re off the hook for whatever you really planned with him?” A devilish grin suddenly appeared on her face.

“No really, I told him no strippers!”

“Listen, whatever you don’t want me to know about, that’s fine. I want you to have that one last hurrah. I would have said, ‘As long as it’s nothing I wouldn’t do,’ but that’s not saying much!” Chris laughed. “All that matters is that you walk down that aisle with me a month from now, okay?”

“Okay,” Chris said, resigned to the fact that it was a losing battle. Instead, he decided to have a little fun. No matter what he did or said to Brielle, she was impervious to his teasing but it always resulted in some fun, sexy banter between them. “So let’s see. What if things get a little rowdy and a policewoman shows up to tell us to turn down the music,” he mused.

“I’m listening…” Brielle said, resting her chin in her hands.

“Only, she decides I need to be taught a lesson…” he added with a grin.

“Oooh. Well, I think you’d deserve it then. You’ve been a bad boy, after all…”

“Hmm, okay… Say she wants to handcuff me and demonstrate how well she knows her way around a nightstick?”

Brielle snickered, “Well, good for her. Then she’s also got you booked on indecent exposure!”

“You really don’t care what goes on?” Chris laughed.

“Nope!”

“What if the whole thing erupts into a wild orgy?”

Brielle rolled her eyes and got up from the kitchen table for a glass of water. She leaned over the sink in a suggestive manner, sticking out her rear end in an exaggerated way. “Well, look. This is my last chance to step aside and let you break you out of your shell,” she said, glancing back at him with a playful wink. “If I can’t do that, how can I expect us to ever meet some other kinky couples to play with?”

She took a long sip of water and strolled casually out of the room. The lingering grin on her face suggested just how satisfied she was with her ability to tease Chris. He rolled his eyes and smirked.

“Very funny,” he mumbled.

Dismissing her joke, Chris returned to his real apprehension. To the same degree that Brielle seemed entirely unconcerned about any last minute sexual escapades, he remained full of worry about the potential awkward way it might play out with Mike involved, in front of all his friends.

***

When the day arrived, Chris felt mildly anxious in a way that he didn’t want to feel toward hanging out with the old gang. He drove out to Mike’s house early. atakent escort Within seconds of his arrival, he had a beer in his hand and the gauntlet had been thrown down for a marathon video game challenge. It was Mike’s favorite activity. Chris liked having at least one friend who would never really grow up. Whenever he needed an escape from the pressures of life, Mike was always there to remind him not to take everything so seriously.

After several rounds, the doorbell rang and it was clear that company would start arriving. Mike paused the game and pulled himself up off the floor where they had positioned themselves in front of the large screen tv. Moments later, Chris heard Marisol’s voice in the foyer. She strolled into the room with Mike, then ran over to Chris and gave him a big bear hug.

“Is it sinking in yet that you’re getting married?!” she exclaimed.

“If it hadn’t yet, I think you just squeezed it into me,” Chris joked as Marisol released the tight grip she had on his body.

When Chris looked back up at the screen, Mike’s character came out of nowhere and blew him away. “Dammit, that was my last life,” Chris said.

“Oops, looks like it’s my turn then,” said Marisol, snatching the controller from him.

The doorbell rang again and Chris hopped to his feet to greet the new arrivals. As soon as Chris opened the door, Kat thrust a bag into his chest. He heard the clatter of beer bottles. “Time to get druuuuunk,” she exclaimed in a mocking “bro” voice. She waltzed past him and entered the foyer.

Blake came up behind her. He was always the best-dressed of the group, wearing a bespoke suit and flashing his expensive watch. He worked at a local bank branch as a credit analyst and liked to milk his position for all it was worth.

“What’s up!” Blake said. Their palms slapped together. “I heard you refused the stripper, so I’ve nominated Kat to fill that spot.”

Behind him, Chris heard Kat laughing. “Whatever. After enough tequila shots, anything goes,” she joked.

Chris closed the door and turned to watch them taking off their shoes. Kat was wearing one of her typical tight-fitting t-shirt that accentuated her breasts. The reason was obvious. It had been long-established common knowledge that Kat had the most gorgeous, perfect pair of breasts ever crafted. They had literally been a constant topic of discussion at school growing up. Her chest was the measure by which all others were compared, even if few people Chris knew actually got a chance to see them.

Chris’ judgment was no different. They were sensational: A perfect plumpness. Slope. Movement. Even the hint of her nipples that she liked to show off for attention suggested that something magical blossomed beneath.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asked, glancing up to call out his quiet observation. This was her favorite pun, on account of her name, and she often used it to make him self-conscious.

“Just imagining what your pole dance routine would be like,” Chris shot back with a smirk. She grinned at him.

“You’d actually make a great stripper,” said Blake as they walked into the living room. Mike was still hammering away at his video game controller, almost oblivious to their presence. Marisol was aggressively tapping buttons trying to fire a massive rocket launcher at Mike’s head.

“Um… okay? Why do you say that?” Kat replied, fishing a beer out of the bag she’d handed Chris.

“I mean, you’re a yoga instructor. That must give you mad stripper moves,” he laughed.

Kat snickered, “Ha, maybe. I’m more in it for the hot men and great sex.”

“I’m glad I know you well enough to know that you’re not kidding.”

“And yet you’ve never come to my class! I thought you liked yoga girls,” she said with a teasing grin.

“Yeah… but I eat way too many double cheeseburgers to not make an ass out of myself there,” Blake sighed.

“Aww… yeah, just look at what happened when Chris tried it,” Kat said with a twinkle in her eye. She turned to Chris and added, “Right? I remember you found it really, really… hard.” Chris stared back at her, receiving her knowing look with caution. However, there was no evidence that she’d ever told anyone about that little incident. Rather, she held it close to her chest as if she might need it one day to threaten a favor out of him.

It happened just two years ago:

In a moment of self-deprecation, Chris passively mentioned how much extra weight he had gained over the holidays. He admitted his desire to make exercise a New Year’s resolution. Kat cheerfully piped up, offering him a discount on one of her classes. Chris had gone to yoga a few times before, years earlier, but found it hard to keep up. He wondered if having a friend as the teacher would make it a better experience this time.

“Sure, I’d give it a shot,” he said enthusiastically.

That weekend he went downtown to the studio for a morning class. What struck him immediately was the startling assembly of attractive young women that gravitated to the class. Their bodies were varied but they all had a desirability about them that he decided seemed perfectly uniform for the type of girl that got up early on the weekends to work up a sweat. He felt mildly intimidated. They all appeared to know one another, chatting excitedly, casting sideways glances at the new guy whom they did not recognize, peeling off layers of clothing until their bodies bloomed under tight-fitting stretchy material.

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Until recently, I used to think of myself as a fairly typical, young, female professional. Twenty-five years old, out of school a few years, getting settled into my career. I had a nice apartment, steady income from a good job, a nice group of friends, and a long term relationship.

John and I had a good relationship, at least that is what I thought. We enjoyed the same things – music, long talks, travel, sports, getting together with friends. Sex was good, reasonably frequent, but a bit routine. Then one day I came back a day early from visiting my family intending to surprise him, and let myself into his apartment only to find him plowing away at one of our friends doggie style while she begged him to fuck her harder.

They were too involved to see me standing in the doorway, so I calmly took a picture my phone and texted it out to our list of friends. And that was that.

That was five months ago. I managed to retain a couple friends out of the old group in addition to moving to a new position in the company that required travel a couple weeks a month.

Without anything else besides work to fill up my time, I began running and biking in addition to joining a gym. After the initial period of realizing how out of shape I was, I began to see good results. I’m 5’2″ about 135 lbs with reddish hair. And yes, I can prove it. When I don’t shave down below. I’m not real big up top, 32C, but I’ve had no complaints, and I am still firm. My build is more athletic than super curvy. My name is Kirsten, and these are my adventures.

The March following my break up, and four months into my new job and workout routine, I decided to take a vacation. I wasn’t dating anyone, and I didn’t know anyone well enough to ask to accompany me, so I went solo. I booked a very nice room at a good hotel at a beach in Florida not realizing it was spring break for many colleges in the region. When my taxi pulled up, the placed was rocking with hoards of young drunk college kids at the bar, at the pool, and laying out on the beach. While I was annoyed at first, the sight of young, half naked, in shape young men made me realize the possibilities the week might hold.

I had splurged for a top of the line room on the 8th floor with a separate bedroom, huge shower, and a private balcony. I checked in, and headed up to my room. The room was perfect. I small kitchenette, a separate bedroom, and a huge walk in shower with a bench at one end and a handheld shower attachment. The room was ocean front, and the balcony was high enough and screened from the neighboring balconies so no one could see me if I did a little nude sunbathing.

It was a beautiful day, so I dug out my new bathing suit, a black bikini that wasn’t too skimpy, but made me look very, very sexy. I grabbed my sunscreen and a towel, and hit the beach.

The pool area was way to crowded to even think about finding a spot, so I hit the beach. Managing to find a place between a group of drunk college women and a couple empty towels, I spread out my towel, rubbed on some sun screen, and lay down on my stomach to people watch.

Within a few minutes, a couple guys came wading out of the surf, heading my way. Not bad looking I thought, not real hot, but not bad overall. Probably going to chat up my neighbors. I was surprised when they sat down on the arnavutköy escort towels to my right. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed they were checking me out, so I decided it was a good time to roll over. I turned over onto my butt, propping myself up on my elbows.

It only took a smile, and the guys were chatting me up. Mark and Dan were Seniors at a college in the midwest, and they were down for one more spring break before ending their college careers. They sheepishly confessed that they were hoping to find some uninhibited girls for a little fun, but that it just wasn’t happening.

I had not had sex other than getting myself off since I left my boyfriend, and the dildo/right hand thing is not really quite the same. Ok, I was hot and horny. And if these guys were a little bit geeky, they were not bad looking. A little desperate, so maybe if my moves were rusty, it would be overlooked.

I told them it was nice to meet them, and I got up claiming the need to get out of the sun a bit. The look on their faces was priceless as they assumed another failure. I smiled again, “If you guys are interested in getting a drink, I just want to take a shower first.”

Dan jumped in right away, “So where do you want to meet?”

“Well”, I frowned as though really trying to think it through. “You guys could just come with me and wait in the room…”

This time, Mark chimed in “We probably need to hit our room first and shower off”. Dan shot daggers at him as if to say – you fucking idiot!

Hardly being able to keep from laughing, and starting to get turned on thinking about where this might go, I just shrugged, “You could shower at my place. I have a nice room, and a huge shower.” I smiled my best seductive smile, and brushed a strand of loose hair back behind my ear, “You could have a party in it.”

They jumped up, gathering up their towels without another word, and we headed back to the hotel. The elevator ride was a little awkward as they were not real sure what to say, but I tried to keep the small talk going.

Once we got to my room, I dropped my towel on the sofa, and headed to the refrigerator for drinks. I could practicality feel their eyes on my ass as I bent over to get beers from the lower shelf. I turned and smiled at them over my shoulder as I stood up, and walked over to them with the drinks. The guys popped the caps, and gulped at the beer as I headed to the bedroom.

As they watched, I undid the top of my bikini and let it fall to the floor.

“Aren’t you guys coming to get showered up?” I asked playfully.

Mark and Dan fell all over each other as they followed me into the bedroom. I stopped and held up my hand.

“Wait guys.” I started, then laughed as I saw the crestfallen looks on their faces. I set down my beer and peeled my bikini bottom over my hips, “No problems! Just no sandy bathing suits in the bedroom”.

I stood naked before them as they hesitated, looking like they didn’t know what they should do. Them Mark dropped his suit showing a fairly nice rock hard cock. Dan blushed, and then slid off his suit. It was my turn to stare speechless at his massive cock. My knees were wobbly as I managed to stammer, “You guys ready for a shower?”

I was in the shower first, letting halkalı escort the warm water cascade over my head and naked body. I closed my eyes tilting my head back to let the water hit my face as the guys joined me. I left out a soft moan when I felt their hard cocks pressing against me, Mark in the front, and Dan behind me. Hands swept up my hips and caressed my tits, pinching my stiff nipples. Dan was kissing my neck, and Mark leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. I felt fingers working their way between my legs, into my drenched pussy.

The feeling was incredible with the warm water cascading over me along with the soapy hands rubbing my body. I shivering involuntarily as they explored every inch of my quivering flesh. The soap ran off my skin, and I dropped to my knees, looking up at Mark as I licked his beautiful cock. I could feel Dans cock rubbing against my neck, and I reached back, taking him in my hand, slowly stroking his dick as I opened my mouth and took Mark’s cock in my mouth.

Mark gripped my head in his hands, pressing slowly, but steadily, into my mouth, trying to stroke in deeper with every stroke. I tried to relax, fighting back a slight gag as he worked in and out of my willing mouth. He gradually picked up some speed, and, as he starting pumping in and out of my mouth, I could tell he was on the verge of cumming. He let out a frustrated moan as I pulled back letting his cock slip out from between my lips, Smiling, I told him to sit on the bench at the end of the shower stall.

Once he was sitting, I got on my hands and knees, and resumed my oral attack on his cock. Dan had been standing behind me watching, but I was very horny, and I was dying for him to join the action. I looked back at him, “Don’t you want to fuck me Dan?”

I felt his hands on my ass as I resumed licking and sucking on the cock in front of me. Dan’s fingers were exploring my pussy, and I moaned as I felt two fingers sink deep inside. He pumped two, then three fingers into me, getting my pussy ready for his huge cock. Just when I was about to beg, I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I moaned again as he slowly pressed into me. I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness; however, I was getting somewhat inpatient as they need to get really fucked kept building.

I stroked Mark’s dick, turning around to look at Dan, “Fuck me…please…” Dan’s hands gripped my hips as he slammed into me in one hard, deep thrust causing me to scream around the cock I had again buried in my mouth. He withdrew slowly, and I quivered as I readied myself for another thrust. Mark’s cock swelled, and I anticipated him spewing a full load into my mouth just as Dan slammed into me again.

My mouth gaped open as I gasped at the assault on my pussy which enabled Mark to plunge in deeper. He let loose a loud groan as he shot his cum into the back of my mouth. I struggled to swallow, and to keep myself from gagging as Mark held my head tight against his crotch while he shot a major load into my mouth followed by a couple smaller loads. Finally he let my head go, his cock slipping out of my mouth. Cum dripped down my chin as was washed away by the water from the shower. I collapsed into his lap resting my head on his thighs as Dan kept mahmutbey escort slamming into me from behind.

I was so close to cuming when Dan suddenly pulled out.

“…nooo…” I just moaned in frustration, and looked back at Dan. “God…don’t stop now…fuck me…please fuck me…”, I begged.

Dan laughed and pulled me to my feet. He pulled me out of the shower with Mark trailing behind. He gently pushed me back on the bed, and he placed my legs over his shoulders leaving my pussy exposed. He grinned as he placed the tip of his cock in position, and slammed it deep into my pussy. I arched my back and screamed as he hit bottom, and I whimpered as he slowly withdrew and thrust back in. Mark was watching, massaging my tits and pinching my rock hard nipples. I could feel my orgasm starting to build as I bucked my hips trying to get Dan to fuck me faster. He kept up a slow steady pace, frustrating my efforts to be really roughly fucked. Mark was hard again, and he rubbed his cock on my face and over my lips. Between my gasps and moans, he shoved his cock back into my mouth.

When I thought I could not take any more, Dan picked up the pace, and my orgasm finally built up reaching the point of no return. It crashed over as I thrashed and thrust my pelvis up to receive Dan’s cock. I was gripping Dan’s ass as I whimpered and groaned around Marks cock still fucking my mouth. I shuddered, and moaned as a second orgasm washed over me followed my ripples of smaller ones. Dan was still fucking me as the second orgasm subsided. After a few more strokes, he pulled out again saying he wanted to cum in my mouth.

Mark was more than eager to fuck me, and he pulled out of my mouth, and took a seat in a chair across from the bed. He beckoned me over to him. I took the few steps on wobbly legs, and he turned me around to face the room. Mark pulled me into his lap, and I grabbed his cock and placed it at the entrance to my well fucked pussy. I let out a loud moan as my pussy was once again filled with a hot, thick cock. I leaned back against his chest, as Mark reached around and started to slowly rub my clit. I could feel another orgasm starting to build as I started a slow grind on his cock. Needing to get off, Dan walked over to us stroking his cock. He grabbed a handful of my hair, and roughly pushed his cock into my willing mouth.

I eagerly sucked him as deep into my mouth as I could while Mark slowly fucked me. I could tell Dan was not going to last long based on the moans and groans he was making so I redoubled my efforts. Within a couple minutes, he held my head tight with both hands, and he shot his first massive load into my mouth. I desperately tried to take it all in my mouth, but it was just too much, and his cum dripped out of the side of my mouth. He pulled out leaving my gasping as a second and third load sprayed my tits.

Mark’s fingers stroking my clit made me cum again. Without a cock in my mouth, I screamed as I slammed my pussy onto his cock while I rolled into the third and most intense orgasm of the day. As I started to cum, Mark began slamming into my pussy with an increased urgency. I felt his cock swell, and he came seconds later filling my pussy with his cum.

I collapsed against his chest, worn out and limp. We were drained, our breath ragged. When I thought I could breathe normally again, I got up, turned around, and gave Mark a long seductive kiss.

“Thanks guys…that was incredible…” I smiled weakly, still feeling somewhat wobbly on my feet.

We finished our beers, and they got dressed and left. I cleaned up, and hit the balcony for some nude sun time, daydreaming about the start of my new life.

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Chapter 10

The Threesome

The evening was early and the Sigma house was quiet. Nikki was in her room behind closed doors going down on her boyfriend Colin. Hi long rod was buried deep past her full lips. She was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed where he sat, leaning his head back with pleasure. Nikki’s right hand with its red-painted fingernails held his dick at the base while her mouth silently slid back and forth down the shaft.

As Nikki was sucking Colin off, she couldn’t help thinking that only last week on spring break she had had the dick of some one else in the same mouth that Colin’s dick was now in. Guilt started washing over her, growing more and more as the blowjob went on. She hadn’t brought it up with Colin since, and she didn’t plan on admitting anything. She did have a plan to appease her guilt however, but had not had the nerve to bring it up yet.

But now she felt like it was time to do so as she could hear Colin’s moans above her increasing. Nikki didn’t pause for a moment as he climaxed, giving one long moan as he shot his load straight down the back of her throat.

Colin fell back on the bed and sighed, “Man, I love Fridays.”

Nikki climbed up onto the bed and flopped down beside him. It was time to bring it up, she decided, now that he was nice and relaxed.

“So,” she began as she traced his chest and stomach with one of her fingernails, “I’ve been thinking that I want to do something for you.”

“You just did something for me baby,” he said, still panting.

“Well yes, but trust me, this is something you’ve been hoping for since we started dating,” she teased, “How would a… ménage a trois sound?”

Colin’s head suddenly snapped back towards her. “Are you serious?”

Nikki just batted her brown eyes at him. “Very. I’ve already talked to Raven about it, and she’s in.”

“Oh baby, you are amazing,” he said as he kissed her hard.

Monday morning Nikki was lucky enough to run into Raven alone in the kitchen. Raven was just taking out the milk to pour on her cereal, her black hair still bed head and still wearing her flannel pajamas.

“Morning Niks.”

“Hey Rave. Can I talk to you?”

“Of course,” Raven said as she poured the milk into her bowl.

“You know what we talked about on the plane?”

“Oh, oh, um yeah. Yeah I remember,” Raven stumbled.

“Did you still mean it?” Nikki asked shyly, “Are you still willing? Because I talked to Colin about it, and, well, he’s game.”

“Well, I said I would do it, and I still by that,” Raven confirmed.

“Thanks Rave,” Nikki smiled at her.

“What are you two talking about?” they suddenly heard Kate behind them.

The leggy brunette sauntered into the kitchen in her pajamas and Brandi came up behind her wearing a t-shirt and panties.

“Oh nothing, nothing,” Nikki shrugged it off.

Kate looked at them suspiciously and said, “Alright keep your secrets.”

But Brandi gave them a look as if to say she knew what they were up to.

The other girls finally filtered into the kitchen. As Anne ate her cereal and looked over her class schedules, Kate, who was now in a nosy mood, looked over her shoulder to peek.

“You’re painting a nude model this week? She asked, “Can I sit it?”

All of the other girls chuckled and also expressed their interest.

“Yeah, I don’t think so. We’ve been given pretty strong instructions about that,” Anne replied, letting them all down.

“That’s too bad,” Brandi replied, “Those models are damn hot. Make sure you get a good painting!”

As Dawson was walking to class, Faith caught up to her, her massive boobs bouncing as she ran.

“Dawson, wait her!!”

“Hey Faithy,” Dawson smiled as the buxom blonde slowed beside her.

“So Alison tells me you’ve got a guy in your sights,” Faith began the girl talk.

“Well, you could say that,” Dawson’s voice trailed off dreamily. Last week during spring break Dawson had met a freshman frat boy named Matt and had instantly fallen for him.

“Gotten anywhere yet?”

“Not yet,” Dawson sighed, “Hopefully that will change though.

“Well here’s some advice from a humble Brit. Make him wine you and dine you first. Don’t jump into it,” Faith told her, “Trust me, it will be that much better once you do finally let him in your pants.”

The two girls giggled at this but were soon interrupted suddenly as Dawson saw that Matt was actually approaching them.

“It’s him, it’s him!” she whispered to Faith as he came nearer.

“Well, I should get going,” Faith barely suppressed her smile as she ran off, giving a wave to Matt. Matt awkwardly waved back.

“Sorry, just my sorority sister,” Dawson shrugged, “They can be a bit goofy.

“I see,” he nodded, “How was your weekend?”

“Uneventful,’ Dawson admitted, hoping he would get the hint that she would like something eventful. Yours?”

“Not bad. I was hoping to see you at the Young Leaf. But anyway, I guess I can’t keep hoping I’ll run into you places, so, um…. Do you want şişli escort to go out with me sometime this week?”

Dawson tried to remain calm, but there was no disguising the massive smile that hit her face. “I’d love to.”

Later that evening, Raven was lying in bed with her friend Liz in Liz’s dorm room. Liz was what many people considered to be a goth girl, dressing mostly in black wearing mostly black make-up with a few black highlights in her stark red hair. She and Raven had been having a top secret lesbian affair for the last few weeks. It was nothing serious, just an outlet for each of their bisexual urges.

Raven was lying on her back half covered by the sheets with her arms resting behind her head. Liz was lying on her left side, cupping her breast and sucking on her nipple very tenderly.

“Can I ask you something?” Raven said distractedly.

“Of course,” Liz answered, momentarily removing her mouth from Raven’s tit.

“Have you ever been in a threesome?”

“Lots of times,” Liz lifted her head up with interest, “Why?”

“I promised my friend I would join her and her boyfriend. I’m a little unsure about the whole thing though. Nervous I suppose.”

“Well, I’ve been in threesomes, both with two guys and with a guy and another girl,” Liz explained, “They can both be very fun, as long as you don’t take things very seriously.”

“What do you mean by that?” Raven looked over to her inquisitively.

“Well, this friend of mine, Toby, we’re fuck buddies. Kind of like you and me, though he’s my guy fuck buddy I guess. Well, sometimes we would find ourselves with another of his friends and as the night went along we ended up doing a three-way,” Liz went on, “Well, I think Toby is a little in love with me. I ignore it, but he is. And when I’m with him and another guy, I always need to be conscious of not spending too much attention on the other guy or he tends to get jealous.

“So I guess just make sure you’re not stealing the attention of the guy away from your friend and you’ll be fine. Let them lead things, you’re just there as help.”

“Yeah, I suppose so. Thanks babe.”

“Anytime,” Liz said as she squeezed Raven’s left tit and reached in to kiss her, pulling the covers over both of them.

Nikki found herself pacing outside of Brandi’s room on the third floor f the Sigma house. She had been nervous ever since she confirmed everything with Raven and Colin. She knew she needed to talk to someone, and Brandi was the head girl after all. Finally she took a breath and went in.

But just as she walked in, she caught Brandi in the middle of getting herself off. The petite Brandi was lying on her back wearing a shirt but no pants, her knees up and legs wide open, as she slid a clear, glass dildo in and out of her open, moist pussy.

“Oh geez!” Nikki exclaimed as Brandi shot up and pulled the dildo out.

“Nikki, fuck! You almost gave a heart attack.”

“Sorry Bran, I just wanted to talk to you a second.”

“Okay, okay, but just let me finish will you?” Brandi said as she resumed her position and began to start again, not minding that Nikki was still in the room. But as she was sliding the dildo against her clit, she abruptly stopped again, “Shit, I lost it. Oh well.”

“Sorry Bran.”

“Don’t worry about it. What’s up?”

Nikki sat on the end of the bed and Brandi skootched up to sit by her, still naked from the waist down. Nikki then went on to tell Brandi everything about her guilt from the Mexico trip and how she had set up a threesome with Colin and Raven. Brandi looked quite unsurprised to hear it all.

“Yeah, I thought something was up with you two. So you’ve never been in a threesome before?”

“No. I was hoping to get some advice,” Nikki hinted.

“Well, the biggest advice I can give is don’t get jealous. A lot of threesomes fall apart because two of the three are a couple and someone gets jealous. You have to remember that all of this was agreed upon, and once you’re caught up in the moment, you just have to let it take you.”

“Yeah, I know I need to be careful with that.”

You and Raven have never fucked before either, so this is a good opportunity to let loose on each other,” Brandi went on, “You two have been best friends for almost three years now and you’ve made out a number of times. I mean, we’ve all made out with each other, its just our thing. And you’ve played with each other, mostly for show at parties and stuff. But that builds up a lot of tension. My advice is to just let loose, relieve that tension.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point. I can’t help but be nervous though.”

“You won’t be once it starts. Trust me, I’ve had plenty of threesomes. Both with two guys and with a guy and a girl. Heck, even with two other girls. I’ve even fucked two brothers before.”

Nikki couldn’t help but laugh at this. “Really? Wow Brandi. You’re something else.”

Brandi couldn’t help but laugh too. “Yeah, it was my first threesome actually. Grade twelve prom. They nişantaşı escort had been fighting over me for a while and I just had enough. Found and empty room and brought both of them with me.”

Nikki couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. “Well, I came to the right girl for advice then. Thanks Brandi.”

Dawson knocked on Alison’s door and walked in to find Alison hanging out with Lana. They weren’t doing anything, but Dawson knew about their secret romance together. However, Lana didn’t know that she knew, so she played it cool.

“Hey abase, whatcha doin'” she asked.

“Just studying,” Lana relied quickly.

“So guess what, Matt asked me out!” Dawson squealed like a schoolgirl.

“Really? Alison got excited for her, “When?”

“Sometime this week.”

“You gonna bring him home?”

“I don’t know,” Dawson said, “I haven’t decided. Faith makes a good point about waiting. What do you think I should do?”

“I say if you want to fuck him, then fuck him. But I mean, Faith may be right too.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll think about it. I’ll let you two get back to studying, “Dawson gave Alison a knowing smile as she slid out of the room.

Alison sighed as she sat down beside Lana on the bed.

“What’s wrong? Lana asked, looking up from her textbook.

“I just… don’t you miss it sometimes? Like, dating guys?” Alison changed to an apologetic tone as she saw Lana rise up in concern, “I mean, I’m crazy about you, and I love being with you, don’t get me wrong. That’s not where I’m going with this.”

“Good,” Lana looked relieved.

“But I mean, don’t you miss it? Like, physically? Don’t you just miss having a dick inside you? I think that its that physical part that I really miss,” Alison admitted.

Lana was not sure how to reply to this as her expressions went blank on her fresh, smooth face. “I guess I haven’t thought about it as much as you. I didn’t know you felt that way. You know what? I think I’m going to study in my room.”

“Wait, Lana-” Alison called after her girlfriend as she walked out, “Fuck.”

Outside then house on the back porch, Nikki and Raven were having a conference about their planned threesome, away from the ears of the other sisters. Both of them sat together in the swing watching the students walk to and from school in the alley behind them.

“Brandi knows what we’re up to,” Nikki confessed.

“Well fuck, then everyone is going to know. Especially since you know Kate is going to be all nosy now.”

“Yeah, I know. But we would need to get them all out of the house on Friday night anyways,” Nikki said, “By the way, I thought the three of us would go for dinner on Friday. You know, to kind of ease our way into it.”

“Sounds good to me, “Raven agreed, “So, um, is Colin going to be fucking both of us, or just you, or what?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about this a lot. And really this threesome is to cure my guilt right? So I think I’m going to just let him do what ever he wants. I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

“I’m just there to help.”

“Okay, well,” Nikki sighed, her heaving chest rising and falling, “I suppose this is one of the strangest conversations we’ve ever had.”

That relieved the tension as they both started laughing, letting their anxiety melt away.

Lana ran down the stairs to the first floor and found Eileen reading a book on the cushy leather chair in the living room.

“Eileen, can I borrow your jeep for a bit? I need to make a trip downtown.”

“Hmm? Yeah sure,” Eileen peeked up from her book, “Keys are on the kitchen counter.”

Lana grabbed the keys and drove from campus to the downtown of New Boston. She didn’t go downtown often, and especially this part of downtown. It was a little seedier than the rest of the city, but it still wasn’t as bad as some cities she had visited.

She parked the jeep in front of Free One Adult Video and Toys. She entered the store cautiously and felt like all eyes suddenly sprang on her. And of course they did. A young, hot college girl with an hourglass body and luxurious blonde hair walking into a store like that usually grabbed people’s attention. She tried to avoid the glares of the scattered customers in the aisles and scampered over to find what she needed.

Thursday of that week came and both Raven and Nikki were getting nervous, while the other girls just went about their week like normal. Dawson was anticipating her own date with Matt on Friday and tensions were still high between Lana and Alison.

The innocent-faced Anne, however, seemed to be oblivious to everything that was going on in her own house and was living in her own world. She was starting to feel like her old self again since her incident with the roofie months back, and she felt good about that.

She was thinking about her new confidence that Thursday morning during her art class, thoughts running through her head as she set up her canvas and brushes in the studio. She was so lost in her own thoughts mecidiyeköy escort that she forgot what they were doing in the class that day, until her teacher introduced the class to the nude male model who came in.

Anne was stunned when she watched him climb onto the marble bed in the center of the studio and slip off his robe. His body looked like it too had been chiseled from that very marble, his muscles and bulges in perfect proportions. As he positioned himself on his side she saw that his package was damn near perfect as well, his long rod hanging down as straight as an arrow. She had to physically shake her head before she was able to focus on her painting.

A few times during her painting, she found herself drifting off as she gazed at the still, naked body in front of her. One of those times she noticed him noticing her gazing, and she swore she could see a quick smile from him. She felt her pants getting wet down below. She imagined her panties inside to be damn-near completely soaked by the end of this session.

As the class wrapped up, the teacher gave them their final instructions on when to hand in their paintings. The class began to pack up their things and usher themselves out of the art studio while the model had slipped on his robe and moved off to the side of the room.

As Anne began to pack her things, she knocked over her paint brushes and spilled them all over the floor.

“Oh fuck,” she cursed silently as she picked them all up. As when she finally got her things pack she noticed that the studio was empty except for herself and the model. She immediately became flushed and nervous, especially when he noticed her.

“Would you mind if I saw your painting?” he asked in what sounded like a slight Italian accent.

“Um, yeah, of course,” the blonde, baby-faced Anne stammered, lifting her canvas up and to show I to him.

“I love it,” he said.

“Thank you, but, well, um, I… I had a lot to work with. You… you are already, um, …. art, “she said lamely, not quite able to make sense of what she was saying.

“We are all art,” he said in a way that would be cheesy to anyone looking upon them, but only melted Anne where she stood, especially when he ran his fingers across her cheek.

Suddenly he was lifting her shirt over her head and with a simple flick of his fingers, her bra fell to the floor, letting her soft, supple breasts free. Anne couldn’t believe this was happening, but was too afraid to let it slip away, so she slid her pants and panties down over her hips while he let his robe fall to the floor.

Anne once again found herself gazing at his muscular body. But this time his rod was stiff and pointing straight towards her. He grabbed her shoulders and lowered her onto the marble bed. She didn’t even mind the cold shock of the stone on her naked body, since the warmth of his dick entering her moist hole took everything out of her brain.

As he climbed up onto the bed, grinding his pelvis against her she moaned with pleasure. Anne couldn’t believe that she, he quiet, shy art student, was having sex with a nude model, in a room where anyone could walk in at any time. It was exactly like one of those erotica stories she used to read in high school.

What she didn’t know what that not all of the class had piled out of the room just yet. Raven’s gothic friend Liz who was also in Anne’s art class, was always the last to leave the studio and always set up her station away in the corner. As she had finally gotten her stuff together, she heard Anne’s moans and looked to see her lying n her back being railed by the stud she had just painted.

Whoa,” she whispered to herself quietly, not wanting to give away that she was there, “This is too good to pass up.”

So very quietly, Liz reached into her art supplies and began a fresh new canvas. As she looked up at her two new models, they were switching position. He was now on his back and she was climbing on top, sliding down onto his hard flagpole of a cock.

Anne stared down at his amazing chest and abs as she pumped down on his dick, hitting al the right spots. She leaned back and grabbed his thigh with one hand, waving the other in the air as she fucked. Her wavy blonde hair flew behind her as she bounced wildly on his cock.

The fires inside her rose up and soon the stimulation of everything that was happening, the risky setting, the perfect models body, the freeness of her own naked body, all rushed up and burst. As she hit her orgasm, she cried out louder than she probably ever had before. The soft features of her cheeks contorted into her o-face and her free hand squeezed her own breast. Her cry of ecstasy rang throughout the whole art studio.

Anne had never felt as good about herself as she did just then.

After school that day, Brandi called a sorority meeting in the kitchen. All ten of the girls gathered together either sitting at the table or on the stools around the counters. As Anne came in she walked by Eileen and whispered, “Do I ever have a story to tell you.” Eileen looked at her with a smile, excited that her meek friend had so intriguing a secret. When Brandi saw that they were all there, she began.

“Okay girls, we need to talk about tomorrow. After school tomorrow, the Sigma house is off limits. We need to clear out for the whole night. Nikki and Raven have a little something special planned for Colin.”

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Spring, 1955. Richard has met some girls while on a spring beach trip, and they have invited him back to their house for the weekend, to be their ‘love slave’ and to test his Rules for intimate relationships. Doris, Margaret and Betty are sorority sisters while Lisa (Margaret’s sister), and her friend Emily are soon-to-be-graduated high school seniors. One stipulation for his stay is that he wear nothing but a towel for the entire weekend. After an evening of strip poker and teasing with no relief for him and after spending the night with a scared virgin Richard finds out what the girls have in store for him for the day.

This story can be read alone, but will make more sense if you read Chapter 1 first.

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Richard’s Rules

Chapter 2 – Saturday Morning and Afternoon

Richard awoke to sunlight streaming through the living room windows, the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and a whispered voice. “Emily. Emily, are you awake?”

Lisa tiptoed over to the sofa and saw the two of them together; Emily’s head nestled on Richard’s shoulder, and one of his arms around her. The towel had come off during the night, and one of Emily’s legs was wedged between Richard’s legs. The whispered voice woke Emily with a start.

“Emily! I waited up for you, I thought you would come up after you and Richard did… whatever. It looks like you had a better time than I thought you would the way you two are wrapped up together.”

Emily yawned and stretched; Richard held her behind her back to prevent her from falling off the sofa. She turned her face to his, and whispered softly in his ear, so Lisa wouldn’t hear. “Did anything happen last night? I mean, with us.” Richard understood that she didn’t want Lisa to know, so gave his head an almost imperceptible shake from side to side. “Thanks.” She kissed him, got up and went upstairs with Lisa to get dressed for the day. As they went up the stairs Richard heard Lisa’s voice. “Wow, Emily. You’ve never done anything like that before. Tell me everything!”

Richard guessed it must be around nine or nine-thirty from the amount of light coming in the window. All the activity of the previous evening had given him an appetite, so he headed to the kitchen to see what he could find to eat. He knew the two younger ones were up, but had no idea when the others would poke their heads out, and didn’t feel like waiting to ask about meal protocols. Rummaging around in the refrigerator he found some eggs and bacon, and in the cabinet he found coffee and some Frosted Flakes. After donning an apron to protect himself against splatters, he put coffee on to perk, fried up some bacon and prepared some eggs to scramble. Lisa and Emily came in wearing their bathing suits, Lisa a bright blue two piece that showed a thin strip of skin around her middle, and Emily with a modest pink one piece. They were very pleased to find food under way, and shared with him who liked scrambled eggs and who liked fried eggs. As he was serving the two early risers, Margaret, clad only in panties, stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. “What? You cook, too? Marry me!” The two younger girls doubled over with laughter.

By ten thirty everyone had eaten, the kitchen was cleaned up, and plans for the day hatched. All the girls except Doris were going to walk down to the beach and swim or sun until lunch. Margaret and Betty grabbed towels, sunglasses and suntan lotion, joined the two younger ones and they all trooped on down the street to the beach access together. Doris explained that with her fair skin she didn’t go out in the sun much. “I much prefer indoor sports,” she said with a knowing smile.

Richard inquired about a razor, and Doris found one he could use, and also gave him a clean toothbrush. He had always heard that guys shouldn’t use ladies razors, and soon found out that they were right. After he hacked off the stubble he had to cool his burning face with cold water.

When he emerged from his ablutions he found Doris waiting on the sofa. She crooked her finger indicating for him to come over to her, and he obeyed the request with interest. When approached she arose to stand in front of him, all six-foot four of her. “Richard, I’m not going to pussy-foot around. If you’re half as good as Lisa and Margaret say you are we should have a very good time. I’ve been impressed with how you’ve dealt with the younger girls. Let’s see what you can do with a real woman.”

She began to unbutton her shirt, stopped, and with a nod of her head indicated for him to continue where she left off. He finished unbuttoning, pushed the shirt off her shoulders, reached around behind her to unfasten her bra and slid it off, and stepped back to admire what he had uncovered. While she seemed to appreciate the admiring glances she indicated that she didn’t want him to stop there. He undid the fasteners on her shorts, slipped them over her hips, and pushed her underwear down also. He had never had to look up to a girl before; Doris was easily taksim escort the tallest girl he had ever encountered, yet was well proportioned for her height, slim, with long shapely legs and a long elegant neck. As she stepped out of the pile of garments at her feet she tugged at the knot in his towel until it loosened and the towel fell away, and then indicated for him to follow her into the bedroom she shared with Betty.

When they got next to her bed she turned around to face him again. Except for during the strip poker game the previous night he had never kissed a girl so much taller than himself, so found himself standing on tip-toes as she bent her head down toward his. He resisted the urge to go straight for what she was obviously offering him, but ran his fingers through her platinum hair, traced the features of her face and caressed her arms while they kissed. When they broke the kiss Doris stretched out on the unmade bed. Richard feasted his eyes for a moment on her milky skin and the pale white triangle where her legs met before he knelt on the bed beside her.

She looked up at him in anticipation, and he surmised what would drive someone as assertive as she had shown herself to be wild. He bent over her, kissed her and let his fingers wander slowly down her sides and down the outside of the legs to her feet, which he massaged briefly. On the way back up his fingers traced a different path, up the insides of her thighs, through that wonderful pale blond tangle, up her abdomen, lightly over her breasts and back to her face. He could see the look of anticipation in her pale blue eyes, but he smiled at her, leaned over, and kissed her again. His kisses ranged wider over her face, ears and neck, then took the same path his fingers had earlier, but stopping at certain places to swirl his tongue over her beautiful skin. Alternating sides, he kissed down the outsides of her legs to her feet, then kissed and sucked on each toe before he started up the insides of her thighs, again alternating from one leg to the other. As he approached that pale triangle she moved her legs further apart and lifted her hips. He slowed his progress somewhat, and was pleased to see her already gripping the sheets in anticipation. With slow deliberation he kissed his way through the hair, using his tongue to give attention to some of the hidden secrets, and was rewarded with a gush of wetness, before he continued upward toward her navel, where he swirled his tongue some more, teasing the edges and probing into it. It seemed to him that her skin had become more sensitive, and her breathing quickened.

Before he moved on he stole a quick glance toward her face and saw her eyes closed. He smiled and decided to take his time and really drive her crazy. As his kisses continued upward toward her breasts, his fingers lightly moved back down toward the pale blond triangle. His tongue traced around her nipples and his fingers explored, noting the touches that resulted in more gushes of wetness. His lips gradually returned to hers, and his free hand caressed a breast with his thumb gently playing over the nipple. It appeared her need was as great as his as she began to writhe about on the bed, and suddenly her hands reached out and pulled him over on top of her and she wrapped her long legs around him. Richard didn’t see the point in torturing her, or himself, anymore, so he gave her what they both wanted and plunged into her. He had a lot of pent-up need for relief and hoped he could last long enough for her. The two of them thrashed around in a frenzy until, with a loud moan, Doris arched her back and squeezed him tightly with her legs and pulled him closer with her arms. He poured hot jets of his need into her but kept going until he felt pulses of strong contractions squeezing him as tight as if she had gripped him in her fist.

They remained wrapped together, and Richard stroked her sweat-soaked platinum blond hair and kissed her softly.

Doris sighed “All right, Richard. Margaret was right about you. You’re not the first for me by a longshot, but you certainly are the best. Most guys just want to get their cock inside me as fast as possible to get what they can for themselves and leave me wanting more. I know I’m considered ‘easy’ or ‘fast’, and I am, but while sex always feels good to me I have always thought there must be more to it. This is the first time I’ve ever felt what it’s really supposed to feel like. God, that was good!”

Richard ran his hands over her creamy skin, reveling in the sensation of it. “It’s always better with a willing partner. You’re pretty incredible yourself, Doris. Your experience shows. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt such passion.”

They nestled against each other and recovered in silence for long minutes until there was the sound of footsteps in the living room and Margaret’s voice. “Richard. Oh, Richard! Your presence is required.” He kissed Doris one more time and stumbled back beyoğlu escort out into the living room.

“There you are, you naughty boy. I hope Doris is finished with you, because Betty requires your assistance in the shower.”

“Outside?”

“That’s generally where we wash the sand off and get dressed after swimming. Don’t worry; no one will see you go out if you use the back door. We do it all the time.”

He grabbed his towel off the floor and headed for the back door.

Outside the door he found a concrete sidewalk, hidden from the neighbor’s view by shrubbery, leading from the back steps around the corner to the outdoor shower stall beside the house. The shower, about six feet square, consisted of wooden walls, about seven feet high, beneath a nine-foot roof, so there was a space between the walls and roof for air to circulate. The walls ended about six inches from the floor, to further enhance air circulation. There was a concrete floor and benches built in partway around the enclosure. The open doorway faced toward the side of the house, a wall with no windows. This arrangement was perfect for rinsing off sand upon returning from the beach, and for changing out of wet bathing suits. A stock of shampoo and soap sat on one of the benches.

Richard found Betty washing the salt and sand out of her hair. “Here. Give me a hand, would you? I have soap in my eyes, and can’t see what I’m doing.” Richard handed her a towel to wipe soap out of her eyes.

“You’d better take that towel off, Richard. You don’t want to get your ‘clothes’ wet, do you?”

He hung his towel up on a hook, turned and found her taking off her bathing suit. She rinsed it under the warm water, wrung it out and hung it on a hook next to his towel.

“Now help me get the rest of this sand off. Don’t you just hate it when sand gets into your bathing suit? You can use the bar of soap, but don’t bother with a wash cloth. Just use your hands. You can feel the sand better that way, and I’ll tell you when I think you’ve got it all off.”

Water streamed off the hair matted on her head, and little rivulets of shampoo lather ran from the hair on her shoulder, down her chest around her breasts, then down her abdomen, to disappear into the black forest, and back out again, down the insides of her thighs. The white soap on her black hair and olive complexion was a striking contrast; he couldn’t help staring at it.

“Well? Are you going to wash me or not?”

“Sorry. I was just taken by your beautiful complexion.”

Betty laughed “Flattery will get you everywhere!”

He smiled as he worked some lather in his hands and began at her neck, sliding his hands over her smooth skin, back and forth to get any sand stuck there. He worked his way down her back to her waist, and then up her sides. When he reached her shoulders, she raised her arms for him to reach around to her chest, and he was happy to oblige. As his hands worked over her breasts she moved her torso so he would reach just where she wanted him to. “Pay particular attention there. I’m sure I felt some grit when I took my suit off, and we want to get it all now, don’t we?” When she stood under the running water the soap rinsed off her skin even as he applied it, but apparently the soap and sand was not the real focus of the activity. The ‘sand’ was apparently very difficult to dislodge, as she made him go over and around her breasts several times. He laughed as she had him rub ‘sand’ from around her nipples while she closed her eyes.

Richard worked his hands, caressing every detail of her breasts before moving downward to the front of her waist. By then all the soap had washed off his hands again, so he worked up another handful of lather and started working from her lower back slowly down her backside and between her butt cheeks, then the backs of her thighs and legs. When he reached her feet she turned around to face him and handed him the soap again. “Make sure there isn’t any down there. I’m sure you can find all the places it can hide.”

With his soapy hands he ‘cleaned out’ her navel, then willingly plunged into the black triangle, lathering it up like a shampoo, and ran his fingers into the soft folds of skin beneath, and finally down the front and insides of her thighs. “I think you missed some,” she breathlessly instructed.

She handed him the soap once more and thrust her hips out at him. On his knees he carefully and slowly worked on the labia with special attention to a surprise feature not visible the night before. Under stimulation her clitoris became engorged and protruded well out, about the length of the last joint in his little finger, and she moved to indicate where to touch it. Her breathing became ragged and rapid. “Sand is still there. Keep rubbing it off.”

He took his cues for how to work on the giant clitoris from her body movements. Finally, she grabbed him under his arms, pulled him upright, and smashed cihangir escort her lips to his. His hands continued to roam her body while she kissed him more urgently, before pulling him to her and into her. She held on to his neck, wrapped her legs around him and her hips writhed and thrust with increasing tempo until she let out a short cry and her nails dug into his back. His need for relief hadn’t been totally satisfied yet so he continued thrusting after she stopped until he reached another gratifying release and held her tight.

He sank down onto one of the benches and she perched on his lap with her legs still wrapped around his waist.

“Geez, Richard. I never knew it could feel like that. You sure know how to touch a girl. That thing of mine has turned off more than one guy. They seem to think it is weird or scary or something.”

“It’s always a pleasure to meet someone who knows what they want. I can’t believe guys don’t want to play with that. I could play with it all day, just to see you squirm. I love it!”

Betty rinsed herself off one final time, turned off the water and indicated for him to dry her off. When dry she wrapped the towel around herself to go inside. Just as she was about to start down the sidewalk, she grabbed the door frame and leaned her head back in. “Come ‘ere, lover boy.”

When he reached her she grabbed him around the neck and pulled him in for another kiss, then displayed her trademark dimples with a smile and a wink as she left. Richard found another towel hanging there that he used to dry off before wrapping his own towel around his waist and following her into the house.

Margaret and the two younger girls were still in their bathing suits in the kitchen, but Doris, and soon Betty, emerged from their room wearing shorts and loose shirts. Over peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on Wonder Bread at the kitchen table the girls refined their plans for the afternoon. Lisa and Emily were going back to the beach for another sunning session, Betty and Doris were going to walk to some nearby beach shops, and Margaret was staying behind at the house. The girls scattered to their various destinations and quiet descended over the house.

Richard thought he knew what was coming. He seriously didn’t know if he could keep up this pace.

“Well, Richard, it’s just you and me now.”

Richard sighed. “What have you got on your mind?”

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic. I think I’d like you to help me clean up this place. Do you clean as well as cook? Yes?”

While he wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of cleaning, it would give him a chance to recharge before what he suspected would be a very busy afternoon and evening.

Margaret went into her room, removed her bathing suit and came back out to the living room au natural. “I should have known” Richard groaned.

“Well that makes me feel special.”

“I didn’t mean it that way. You ladies are full of surprises.”

“I was serious last night. I like to clean without any clothes on, remember. I don’t know why, but I just like the freedom.”

“Where do we start, and what do you want me to do?”

“You can start by brushing this dry sand off me. I didn’t go in the water and pretty much stayed out of the sun, so I don’t have a lot on me and don’t need to wash it off. It’s loose and brushes off easily. Come here and try it.”

From his experience with Betty he thought he knew what she wanted him to do, so he ran his hands lightly over her skin, brushing off the visible loose sand. It really did come off easily since it hadn’t been wet.

“I’m sure you know the places you need to give special attention to.”

He carefully brushed over and under her breasts, making sure no sand, real or imagined, was left behind. He blew into her navel and then brushed away what came out. Confronted with her red bush, he decided to brush it side to side, and she spread her legs a little so he could easily access what was beneath. He surprised her by blowing on it. When she turned around he brushed her back, lightly between her cheeks, and down her legs to her feet.

“Good job.”

“Is that all?”

“Oh, I’m saving up for later. There will be lots more to do then. Don’t you worry about that!”

From a small closet she retrieved two brooms. “Start sweeping.”

She stopped sweeping when she caught him glancing at her backside and raised her eyebrows. “No slacking.”

“Hey, I’m just admiring the view. I never noticed before how shapely you are back there.”

“Yeah, right. Just keep sweeping. You can’t get out of it with flattery.”

As they continued to sweep the sand off the floors and out the back door Richard had more of a chance to study her. When they were finished he leaned on his broom. “You do have a lot of freckles. I think they’re quite attractive.”

Margaret laughed. “Oh, you do, do you? Most would think the opposite. I can’t stay out in the sun long with this complexion or I get more of them. I envy Lisa – she can tan, but I just burn and get freckles. The curse of the redhead.”

She gathered the brooms and put them away. “Now you can help me stock the ‘fridge, then we’ll make my bed.”

From cases in the corner of the kitchen they gathered some beer and soda bottles and put them on the refrigerator shelves.