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The following madcap group sex fantasy was posted in conjunction with the April Fools 2019 contest.

***

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.

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By jay.palin © 2008. All Rights Reserved.

I urge you to read the two earlier chapters for background. All characters are at least 18 years old.

When my wife of twenty years and I divorced and I moved from the city to a lakeside cabin in the mountains of California to get away from it all, I had little reason to suspect my life would get more complicated. The fact that the family next door had an adopted teenage granddaughter whom I’d known since she was a child – and who’d had a crush on me for ten years – made my move to the country much more frenetic than before, however. What I’d thought would be a quiet period of recovery from a mid-life marital crisis had instead become an act of balancing the relatively simple day-to-day needs of my existence with the sexual appetite of a hormone-driven teenager. Specifically, I became the lover-on-demand of Jamie, a beautiful, voracious, 18-year-old Latina who cleaned houses for walking-around money.

And she was only part of the story.

Jamie had a best friend, the blonde, statuesque, Dana, a former sexually-abused teen, whose claim to fame in the mountain village to which I’d recently moved was that she’d been the valedictorian of her high school class the previous June. Contradicting that, she’d allowed several sons of the local gentry to gangbang her during her high school years, which had more recently evolved into a bisexual lifestyle highlighted by a lesbian relationship with her girlfriend – my teenage lover – Jamie.

Until one day in the cabin on my boat, that is, when Jamie was working and Dana seduced me in a weak moment while I was doing some maintenance work. At that moment – though I didn’t yet know it – the psychological recovery from my divorce was complete and had been replaced by the insidious lure of a sexual addiction.

* * * * * *

The multi-orgasmic Dana and I had just finished fucking for the first time. I was lying on my back on the floor of the boat’s galley and she was covered with my semen from pussy to eyebrows while busy trying to resurrect my flagging cock with her hot mouth. That’s when my eyes drifted upward – over her head – to the ladder leading up to the wheelhouse. On it stood the shocked, hurt figure of Jamie, who’d caught us in a post-orgasmic afterglow. She nearly broke my heart as she tearfully spoke in a halting whisper, “Dana, honey, you said you wouldn’t touch him unless I was around.”

I felt sick when I saw the look of betrayal on the sweet girl’s face, and – groaning – rolled away from Dana, my half-hard cock slipping wetly from her full lips. Dana was equally surprised, sitting straight up on the floor with her firm 34-D breasts jiggling as she straightened her hair.

“Jamie!” she gasped, “I didn’t expect you ‘til… . Oh, baby, I’m so sorrrry…” .

“It’s really all my fault, Jamie,” said I, apologetically, looking around for my shorts. “I invited Dana down to the boat.”

“And you know what a slut I am!” Dana gushed half-convincingly, as she wiped drying strings of my cum from her tits.

“It’s just that I trusted both of you…” Jamie said quietly, turning on the ladder and starting back up to the wheelhouse.

“Wait! I’m coming with you!” said Dana, throwing her dress on and grabbing her boots and bag. Before she disappeared up the ladder, though, she planted a full-mouth kiss on me with plenty of tongue, and filled her free hand with my cock and balls…apparently to let me know she harbored no negative feelings.

I found my shorts behind the ladder, put them on, and went up to the wheelhouse. The girls had left, leaving me alone to ponder the consequences of being caught in flagrante delecto. As I shakily resumed my varnishing tasks, my thoughts were split between my guilt feelings and how I might make things right with Jamie…and the phenomenal fucking experience I’d just had with her hot blonde friend.

I worked on the boat the rest of the afternoon and pulled it back into the boathouse before hiking up to my cabin. I hadn’t seen or heard from Jamie since earlier in the afternoon so decided to call her on her cell phone.

“Jesse!” she answered brightly, as if nothing had happened earlier in the day.

“I’m really sorry that I hurt you, Jamie,” I said.

“Oh, Gawd, don’t worry about it!” she gushed. “I know how hard it is to resist Dana. She told me all about it, an’ then we got nice, an’…now it’s as if nothin’ happened!”

“You…got…nice?” I asked.

“Uh-huh! Gramps and Gramma were out this afternoon so we went up to my room an’…well, you know…”.

The image of the two teenage beauties with their heads locked between each others’ trembling thighs flashed through my mind as I asked, “Where are you now?”

“Oh, we jumped in Dana’s car after and drove out here to her aunt’s place,” she said. “I called the people whose house I was gonna clean tomorrow and they said it was okay to come on Saturday. So, I got a day off today!”

“Then I won’t see you etiler escort until Monday evening?”

“Well, Dana’s aunt was hopin’ you’d come for dinner tomorrow night. Then Dana an’ I could spend Sunday on the boat with you…like we’d planned,” she said.

The prospect of driving over an hour to meet Dana’s wealthy aunt, and behaving like a monk through dinner with two horny teenage girls – both of whom I’d nailed – wasn’t very appealing. However I felt that I owed Jamie something for hurting her earlier, so I accepted.

“Dress casually an’ be sure to bring your swim trunks!” she said, before signing off.

Early the following morning I took the boat out on the lake for a trial run before taking the girls out the following day. Before noon I showered, dressed in khakis, a polo shirt and loafers and drove east through the mountains into the valley to Stateline, Nevada.

The afternoon passed quickly after lunch. As usual, I joined the legions of Blackjack players whose dollars keep the casinos open and operating. But – I told myself – I was there for the evening to patch things up with Jamie, not to make a killing playing cards. So, at around five p.m. I drove back to South Lake Tahoe, the town next door where Dana’s aunt lived, after picking up a couple of bottles of good red wine for dinner.

Dana’s aunt’s home was an impressive, gated, two-story affair with a tennis court and large swimming pool facing the lake. A gorgeous, petite, uniformed young Latina answered the door – who I assumed was the maid – told me in heavily-accented English that she’d announce my arrival after inviting me in, and disappeared. After a few minutes she reappeared, told me that the “senora” was on the phone, and offered me a drink. With a generous glass of scotch – which I didn’t really need given the booze I’d had earlier at the casino – the diminutive Hispanic girl then escorted me outside to the pool where Jamie and Dana were splashing away like a couple of kids.

I stood in the shadow of the second-story veranda and sipped my scotch, watching the two bikini-clad beauties romp and giggle playfully until one of them saw me. I hoisted my glass in a toast, and they shrieked and splashed toward me, bounding out of the pool to soak me in a sandwiching hug. Jamie took me first, nearly leaping into my arms to plant her tongue in my mouth while the taller girl, Dana, frenched my right ear, then whispered lewdly, “Ooh, lemme take off these clothes so you can swim with us!” as she groped at my belt. She stopped abruptly, however, as her aunt appeared in the doorway behind us, apparently having witnessed the girls welcoming me.

“Ladies! Let the poor man relax with his cocktail. He has plenty of time for a swim!” said the woman, whose extraordinary beauty and presence locked up my chest so tightly I found it difficult to breathe.

She wasn’t too tall, only about 5’6″, but had an outstanding, well-toned figure rivaling that of her niece, Dana. She must have measured 34D-23-34 and her smooth musculature spoke of many hours in a gym. I guessed her to be in her mid-thirties. She was dressed in a white, snugly-fitting, sleeveless tennis dress with an ultra-short skirt designed to draw the eyes to her sumptuously tanned thighs and tight calves. After I scanned downward from her breasts to her toes in an appreciative microsecond of appraisal, I returned to her face and was met with a bemused look of self-confidence. She tossed her head slightly, shifting her shoulder-length, streaked brown hair that was kept in place with a white headband, and her dark brown eyes glinted as she focused on me. She held out her hand like a queen, as if expecting a kiss on its back.

“Hi. I’m Ginger,” she said in a syrupy, cultured, alto voice, her full lips curling so sexily as to make me wonder if she’d had Botox treatments.

“Jess,” I responded, shaking her hand slightly before disengaging.

“Well, Jess, if you’d like a swim you’re welcome to change in one of the cabanas on the pool deck. I just finished a set of tennis and have to shower and get beautiful before dinner. If you want more to drink, just ask Aurora, whom you just met. For the next hour or so I’ll leave you in the capable hands of these two girls. Dana, show Jess every courtesy, will you?” she said, then disappeared inside.

“Oh, for sure, Aunt Ginger,” called Dana as her aunt departed and the girl’s eyes flashed devilishly at me. Then she whispered to Jamie, “C’mon, baby, grab his swimming stuff and let’s get him naked,” as she started yanking me – not altogether unwillingly – toward one of the cabanas.

Inside the canvas hut, they giggled to themselves as they stripped me and I fell – chuckling – on one of the cots to remove my shoes. As I pulled my socks off, Jamie, who was kneeling between my legs, enveloped my rising cock with her mouth, sucking its length past her epiglottis. On her knees next to me, Dana forced me beşiktaş escort onto my back while probing at my tonsils with her tongue and untying her bikini bottoms at the same time. While Jamie was sucking me hard, Dana then squatted over my chest while facing her – like two cowgirls riding me – and eased backward to my face, poising her pink, shaved pussy directly over my mouth. Unable to see anything other than the slick, parted lips of her cunt and her anus, for one brief moment I oriented myself by reaching up and placing my hands over her cushy naked breasts and – at the same time – felt Jamie position the head of my erect cock against the moist entrance to her own snatch, just before the three of us became a tangle of thrusting, pleasuring flesh.

Both girls sighed in unison as my two members – cock and tongue – slid in to plumb their moist, hot insides. They immediately began slowly rocking their hips back and forth and mewling in their throats as their tongues lapped at each others’ mouths. Soon Jamie broke away from her friend’s embrace, groaning breathlessly, “Ohh, Dana, honey, diddle me so I can get off…then I’ll do you, okay?”

I felt Dana’s fingers stroking at Jamie’s clit just above the base of my embedded cock as it met her moist pelvis. The touches energized Jamie’s thrusts on and off me, causing her to take full plunges which – in turn – seemed to draw from Dana sympathetic streams of juice into my mouth as they both moaned and whimpered occasionally in their rising passion.

“Is it good, Jamie?” asked Dana.

“Oohh, Jeezuss Gawwd it’s so good, Dee…he’s so big…makes me wanna cummmm,” babbled Jamie as she pounded onto my erect pole for a few minutes and Dana flailed away at her clit with three fingers. “Mmmm, keep doin’ me…honey…riiiight therrrre!” shuddered Jamie as her hips jammed down and gripped me, trembling as an orgasm began coursing through her that caused her snug vagina to begin spasming around my buried meat.

For the next couple of minutes all I heard was the breathy, rasping sound of both girls as they licked at one another’s mewling mouths during Jamie’s shattering climax. As she neared its end she relaxed, her tight grip on my cock loosened, and she eased herself off me to lie on her back. Dana then quickly clambered off of my face, assumed a “69” position over Jamie’s head, leaving me panting and still stiff from boning her.

“C’mon, Jess,” she taunted, “you’re not just gonna lay there and watch, are you?” As if to punctuate her question, she stroked her round, alabaster ass with one palm and wiggled her arched buns at me wantonly just as – from between her legs – Jamie’s tongue lashed out to lick long and wetly up her pink slit.

These two girls were obviously familiar with mutual cunnilingus. I’d witnessed them when spying on them through binoculars, locked in a passionate embrace in Jamie’s bedroom with their tongues up each others’ vaginas. But a two-woman threesome was new to them, or so I was led to believe…and was to me as well. So it was with intense excitement that I slipped my cock slowly into Dana’s creamy, heated depths, straddling Jamie’s head with my knees as I did so, and – once embedded – stirred my probe around to relax her insides before taking six or eight full strokes.

She exhaled and moaned “Oh, fuck, yeeaah!” as one elbow holding her weight gave way and she tumbled onto Jamie’s thigh. I grabbed her hips and took a dozen or so more strokes all the way to the hilt, feeling the slick, hot laving of Jamie’s tongue on the underside of my balls just before she grabbed my prick and pulled it out of Dana’s cunt to suck on it. “Nooo! Jamieeee! It’s my turn! Put ‘im back innnn!” Dana whined as my petite Latina lover throated me noisily with her mouth just below her friend’s hungry cunt.

Then, just as suddenly, she slipped me back into Dana whom I continued screwing without missing a stroke, only to be pulled out of her again and throated by Jamie. We repeated this cycle a half-dozen times until Dana was half out of her mind with her friend’s teasing and I was nearly crazy from not knowing what next to expect.

That is, until Jamie slipped out from under her blonde friend, knelt beside her and looked up at me as I continued fucking her. At that moment she wrapped her tan hands and forearms around Dana’s round ivory buttocks and pulled them apart lovingly as if to ease the entry of my invasive member. “Go ahead, Jesse,” she murmured. “It’s okay. I’m giving her to you.” She then laid her beautiful cheek on her friend’s bottom – just at the top of her crack – and licked her lips, so that her mouth formed a third moist orifice above Dana’s pussy and anus. Though my dick was still occupied with the first of these, the fact that all three were now available for my pleasure caused a moment of indecision in me.

“Hurry!” urged Dana, her face resting on her forearms crossed on the cot. “It’s getting closer fulya escort to dinnertime!” reminding us that her Aunt Ginger had given us only a little over an hour to occupy ourselves while she bathed and dressed for the evening meal.

At that Jamie reached out and pulled my cock from Dana’s vagina, thrust her mouth onto it, and swallowed me deeply once, which stimulated me to face fuck her ‘til she gagged and expelled me from her throat. When she did this a copious amount of drool spilled from her lips down Dana’s butt crack – coating her rectum – which Jamie then used as a lubricant as both of us eased my organ slowly past the elastic sphincter of her blonde friend’s colon.

I immediately grasped Dana’s hips and pushed to enter her further, to which she responded with a deep groan and a backward push of her buns, skewering herself onto me even more deeply. As my pubic hair met her butt, I stirred myself in a circular motion to loosen her asshole’s tightness – drawing additional whimpers of pleasure – until Jamie began licking the swollen lining of her colon each time it emerged with my out-strokes. Taking this as a cue, I soon pulled all the way out of Dana and buried my cock in Jamie’s hot throat, leaving the blonde girl’s pink rectum gaping open with her butt still moving in sympathetic fucking motions with Jamie’s head riding atop it.

Jamie throated me for as long as she could, then finally pulled off of me, gasping for breath, at which point I then re-entered Dana’s pussy, much to her vocal delight. We repeated this cycle five or six times until I was standing in a half-crouch position behind Dana, screwing her cunt for all I was worth as she came to a whimpering vaginal orgasm.

As she’d done before, Jamie then reached between her friend’s and my humping bodies and pulled my cock from Dana’s steaming cunt while I was on an out-stroke, once again to place it at the crimson entrance of her asshole. I slid inside with ease, meeting little resistance, and soon my balls were slapping against her dripping cooze, drawing mild squeaks of pleasure from her each time they made contact. Once again Jamie laid her cheek on Dana’s backside as I resumed my position on my knees, so that I could look down at her beautiful face less than six inches from where I was sodomizing her girlfriend.

“Gonna cum, Jesse?” she asked, softly. “If you are, can I have some? Please?”

That’s all it took. It’s as if a switch had been tripped in my brain as the first orgasmic buzz hit me immediately, causing me to bury my dick to the hilt in Dana’s ass as I felt the first gout of semen race up my cock and splash deeply inside the blonde’s bowels. Just as quickly, I growled, withdrew my spewing prick, and plugged her pussy, there to pump another shot or two of cum into her. Finally, the allure of Jamie’s open mouth and the mewling sounds she was making as her tongue beckoned to me proved too much for my selfishness. I whipped my dick out of Dana’s caressing slit and spent the remainder of my load in the little Latina’s throat, only to have her swallow it with a resounding gulp.

“Jamie!” pouted Dana, “I wanted a taste, too!” Dana was still propped on her knees with her ass in the air.

“Bitch, bitch, bitch! Don’t I always take care of you? C’mere!” Jamie then rolled her girlfriend onto her back, got between her legs, and sucked the semen residue out of her anus. Keeping it in her mouth, she then sucked the cum out of her vagina. Then, as if it were something they did every day, she bent over Dana’s face and – from a height of about four inches – oozed the thick stream of my viscous, gray-green jizzum into her friend’s open mouth.

Both girls donned their bikinis and were in the pool before I exited the cabana. When I stepped outside I started to go into the house and look for Aurora to bring me another drink. As I approached the patio door, Jamie called to me and asked me where I was going. I told her and she quickly heaved herself out of the pool and ran to me, plucking the glass from my hand.

“I’ll get it for you,” she hissed, under her breath. “She’s just a cook, Jesse!” she added, as if that occupation rendered Aurora an inferior being. After all, I mused, Jamie herself was soon to be in training as a cook – or chef, rather – in a cooking school.

I shrugged and dove into the pool, glad that the chlorine would wash the smelly sexual gunk from my body before dinner. I swam a couple of laps and Aurora appeared with my drink, which Jamie directed her to set on a poolside table. I noticed that the stunning Latina had changed from her day costume of two-toned blue pants and blouse to a black and white, French-type, servant’s uniform with very short skirt, emphasizing her curvy caramel legs, and a scooped neckline that showed the tops of her full, delicious breasts.

I climbed from the pool and, as Aurora headed back into the house from the pool deck she must have felt my eyes on her since, just as she reached the sliding glass door, she turned and glanced back to where I was standing, watching her and chewing idly on an ice cube. She flushed and dipped her head embarrassedly as she disappeared around the corner. As she slipped from sight I was somewhat surprised – since it had so recently been put to carnal use – to feel my cock jump in my swim trunks.

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In Chapter 1, Jonathan our main character inadvertently selects two Russian women to come to the U.S. to become his wife. He has a dilemma pleasing the two of them, selecting which one will stay, and coping with immigration laws. He starts making love with each of them as he tries to resolve the situation.

After dinner, the two of them decided that Svetlana would sleep with me that night – a shorthand reference for the two of us making love. We took an evening swim, and the two of us left Elena sitting in the dark on the patio as we went inside to bed.

At her invitation and minimal foreplay, I spent a long time with my head between Svetlana’s legs, doing every thing I could think of to her pussy and the surrounding area. She urged me on with a string of what I called ‘dirty talk’ from the time we walked into the bedroom: “Eat me. Get my cunt all lathered up so you can sink your cock into me. Put your tongue on my clit. More fingers in me – fill my pussy. Lick me. Finger my ass. Tongue me. Run your hair around my cunt. Push your nose in my pussy. Fuck me with your tongue.”

All this talk was accompanied by an endless interjection of moans and little sounds of ecstasy as I tried to deliver orgasm after orgasm to her. Svetlana’s orgasms were noteworthy, for like Elena’s, they were wet ones and probably registered on the seismometer at the nearby university. During each one, she ejaculated a small amount of ‘girl juice,’ occasionally in a small stream.

Just when I could stand it no longer, she said, “Change position. Let me suck you to hardness so you can put your cock in me.”

Just hearing those words hardened me. Svetlana didn’t waste any motion; she started to oscillate my body with my cock in her mouth, in essence forcing me to face fuck her. She made wild wet sounds, soaking my rod in her juices. She was in control; all I did was go along for the ride. Her tongue lapped and swirled around me, and her suction power was mind-boggling. My juices started to boil.

She added something I’d never had done – one of her fingers sought out my ass, and soon I felt penetrated and one finger start to massage my prostate. This was my G-spot. I soared into orbit, pre-cum gushing from my rod into her willing mouth. She persisted in her efforts as I stood holding the shoulders of the kneeling beauty. I looked down and watched her full breasts swaying in sync with her oral thrusts onto my shaft.

I came, wildly and uncontrollably into her mouth. I’d uttered a warning, however, it seemed to make no difference to her. She sucked in every drop I delivered, her tongue still swirling around my crown. As my eruptions subsided, she pulled away and opened her mouth to me, showing the reservoir of my semen she’d captured. She swallowed most of my emission, allowing several small erotic trickles of cum to roll down her chin and drip onto her taut breasts. She rubbed the white liquid into her skin. My God, she was sexy; this was eroticism beyond my imagination.

I kept muttering “Wow!” over and over again throughout the entire episode. As we finished Svetlana stood and kissed me hard, her hard nipples scraping against my chest. She ran her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself.

I said, “I thought you were working on me so I could make love to you?”

“Well, I like doing this, and I got carried away. I’ll do you again in a minute.”

“Then let me hold you on the bed.”

She allowed me to lead her to the bed where I cradled her in my arms. I praised her lovemaking skills, sharing with her exactly what it had felt like for me when she gave me my best blowjob ever. She swelled with pride.

I reached over and in a lazy manner started to stroke around her abdomen and pubic area. She sighed with contentment, and soon started to push up occasionally into my hand, particularly when my finger stroked near or on her clitoris. Soon I had three fingers plunging in and out of her vagina.

“Can I eat you again?” I asked.

“I am your slave, but oh, that would be magnificent. I don’t want to cum except with you now.”

I slithered down her body, my tongue ever active on her anatomy. Again, I assaulted her vagina and clit with tongue and fingers.

She whispered to me in a Cyrillic voice, “Do the sixty-nine with me.”

Without breaking lock on her clit with my marauding tongue, I scooted my body around until my cock hung down over her face. She immediately inhaled the shaft and started to fondle my balls again. In no time at all, I felt myself responding. Of course, Svetlana responded as well: her fluids started to seep from her vagina, a sure signal of her excitement and eagerness at a union.

I let her judge my readiness, and soon she said, “I want you in me – my other end – now.” She patted my backside and kissed along the length of my rod.

I rotated over again and in seconds sank my rock hard shaft into her body. In each of my hands I held one of her ankles; I held her legs apart so I could bayrampaşa escort spear her pussy repeatedly. Svetlana started to make little squeaking sounds with each inward thrust I made. I too started to make sounds of exertion. Once or twice I pulled my cock out of her and used it like a small club to beat on her pussy and clitoris; she moaned harder and more encouragingly to me.

Svetlana’s stream of dirty talk continued: “Oh, I love having your giant cock in my pussy. I like when I see your body over me. I like the feel of you in my cunt. Fuck me. Turn my pussy to mush. Massage my clit with your cock. Your dick is so big, so satisfying. Make me cum with cock.” She was creative, and I discovered she had a wide vocabulary in English about sex and fucking.

I stroked and pounded into her body, watching carefully the look of pleasure on Svetlana’s face as we fucked. As I neared my second orgasm of the night I felt the presence of someone else in the room. I looked towards the bedroom door and discovered that Elena was standing there nude, her fingers again buried in her pussy and oscillating at a frantic pace.

Seeing Elena masturbating while my cock was buried in Svetlana was all it took. I went over the top in seconds. I could feel my orgasm start deep within my body, the fluids starting their journey through my interior plumbing towards Svetlana’s cervix. As each inch of my tubing was traversed and as my prostate spasmed, I felt heaven-like surges of pleasure pound across my consciousness. This was nirvana. I jetted shot after shot of cum deep into Svetlana’s vagina.

When I looked again, Elena was gone. I collapsed on the bed next to Svetlana. We were so hot from our exertions we wanted no covers. The ceiling fan created a light breeze over our bodies. I again cradled Svetlana in my arms, and we drifted into dreamland.

I awoke around dawn. Svetlana was sleeping naked next to me on her stomach, her lustrous hair splayed out around her head. Her beautiful buttocks were an object of art for my contemplation. Much to my surprise, on my other side Elena was sleeping, also nude. She’d apparently crept into our bed during the night rather than sleep alone. She was on her side facing me, a slight smile on her face, and a gentle almost inaudible snore gracing her lips.

I studied each woman in turn, thinking of the decision I’d have to eventually make. I had rapidly fallen in love with each of them. The sex was amazing and a decisive factor in the one decision I did make before I lay back down between them on the bed: I didn’t want either one of them to ever leave me.

*

In the morning, when it was time to rise, I kissed each woman awake while they were next to me. Each responded with more kisses and touches. While we could have gotten sexual again – very easily – I still needed some recovery time, so I kept the mood tender and loving, rather than promoting anything passionate and sexual. Somehow the two women seemed to tolerate each other’s presence. I wondered if they’d agreed to something between them.

In my waking, I again was remorseful about having to choose between Svetlana and Elena. Neither deserved to be turned down by me. I kept thinking that there must be some solution out there in the universe.

This time we showered together, and I noted the increased level of comfort the women were finding with each other as well as with me. We dressed and instead of eating breakfast at home, I took them to brunch at L’Europe on St. Armand’s Circle. We sat at a table on the sidewalk, not so much for us to watch the people walking by as it was for me to display the women I’d fallen in love with. Needless to say, my new partners attracted a lot of attention from the males that passed by.

St. Armand’s Circle is like a miniature Fifth Avenue shopping area in Sarasota. After we’d eaten, we strolled around the circle listening to the piped in classical music and strolling in each of the many upscale shops. Without doubt the two girls were the pettiest and best-dressed people in the city.

Eventually I led the girls back to the car and we drove two blocks to the beach. I’d prepared them for the trip, so they had their bikinis on under their frocks. They did a quick change beside the car in the parking lot and we started to walk the beach, talk about life, and pick up seashells.

We went in the Gulf of Mexico and splashed around like three children. We were just here on this planet to have fun – to love each other, and to explore the wonders of this life.

Then the hours passed, and we headed home.

That night, Elena was my bedmate. The passion between us could have powered the city. We were in love, and like Svetlana, this was a woman I wanted in my life forever.

I thought the night before had been passionate, however, Elena proved there were other sexual avenues we’d left unexplored. She too was vocal; expanding the ‘dirty talk’ I gaziosmanpaşa escort was so rapidly becoming addicted to. She also explored some fantasies with me.

“Jonathan, can you imagine us on the beach we walked today, only it is night time – the stars and moon are out lighting up the beach. You strip my clothes from me and we swim naked in the surf, the water exciting our sexual organs as we swim and touch each other. Then we come back on the beach to our blanket. You bury your head in my cunt and eat away the taste of salt water until you find my earthy taste. I come and cover you in my girl juice, but you keep eating me. We do a sixty-nine, and I swallow all of you.” She did! “Then you bury your cock deep in me and pump away – harder and harder.” I did! “Then we see some other people watching us, and soon they too have taken their clothes off and are fucking right beside us. We are in a circle of nude bodies – all fucking in the dim light. Everyone is moaning and fucking. We can see them and they can see us. Oh, God, I’m going to cum again. Cum with me. Cum!”

We both came and the explosions were dramatic and perhaps the best I’d ever had in my lifetime. I wondered if I would be able to keep up this pace with my sex kittens. I loved it, but realized I’d atrophy away. I decided this was the way I wanted to die.

After our love making, we were sweaty, damp, and smelled of each other’s fluids. I loved it and so did Elena. She told me so as she licked my cock clean from our last orgasm. Eventually, I cradled her to me and we fell asleep.

In the morning, I awoke to again find both women nude and in bed beside my own naked body. It was Svetlana that had come back to our bed in the middle of the night.

The following night, when Svetlana moved to come to bed with me, I decided to confront the obvious as well as challenge some of the social mores we were creating around us.

“Before we go to bed, let’s talk about something,” I said, leading us all into the living room and onto the sofa. I put an arm around each woman and kissed them. The two women looked curiously at me. I started, “I love making love with each of you, and I think you feel the same about being with me.” Both women smiled and nodded enthusiastically. “When I am with one of you, however, I feel the other is left out. I know one night, while I made love to Svetlana I saw you Elena watching us and masturbating.”

Elena blushed; Svetlana looked surprised and said, “I watched Elena and you last night. I also made myself .. err, how you say … sexual orgasm. I was horny. I loved how the two of you made love. It gives me ideas I want to try tonight.”

Elena also blushed and spoke; “That night you saw me in the hallway, I let you two be in the bedroom long enough to become occupied with each other. I hoped you wouldn’t notice me and I wanted to see what two people making love looked like – it was hard to see you in the shower the other morning. I’ve seen people making love in movies, but it was so beautiful watching the two of you – people I know and care about.”

“Why did you masturbate?” I asked.

“Watching the two of you make love, made me horny as you call it. I wanted to be in there with you, feeling your hands on me, having you fuck me too.”

“Why didn’t you come and join us?”

“I didn’t think I should. I didn’t think I’d be welcome.”

“What if we said you were welcome?” I looked at Svetlana, and she nodded.

Now Elena looked surprised. She said, “I … I guess I would have gotten in bed with you.”

“Could you make love to Svetlana?” I turned to Svetlana and asked, “Could you make love to Elena?”

A silence hung in the room for a full minute. The women looked at me and past me at each other. Some deep thinking went on in that minute. For them, there was no ‘right’ answer; they had to answer the question from what they really felt. I didn’t prompt them.

Svetlana answered first, “I have never made love to another woman, except for the few kisses and incidental touches in the shower yesterday. Those excited me.” She paused and said carefully, “I would be happy to try it.”

Elena nodded and said, “Me too, but it is a stretch for me. I was raised to think that love was only between one man and one woman. I think your question and my answer makes me need a new and more flexible life style.” After a pause she added, “I’ll try it, but might stop if it feels too … too peculiar.”

I said, “Well, it may be a stretch for you, but I think we should all make love together tonight. Each of us will have to see what we’re comfortable with, and it’s a chance to stretch our boundaries.”

“Tell us what you think,” Svetlana said. “Is this different for you?”

I responded, “Oh yes. I was raised like Elena. Love, marriage, and sex were always to be between one man and one woman. But, I have some dear friends that are lesbians and others that are gay esenler escort – like Bruce. And, in some books I like, and in some films, even in some pornography, I’ve seen happy and satisfying relationships between multiple partners. So I’m open to the idea, but I’ve never experienced it first hand.”

Elena asked tentatively, “Are you thinking the three of us might stay together until your decision … or for the long term?”

“I haven’t gotten that far in my thinking, mostly because within the next few months we must resolve how to keep you both here in the United States. I can’t marry both of you in the eyes of our government. My thinking right now is about the level of tolerance we would have for living together as a threesome rather than as a couple – me and only one of you.”

“And our willingness to make love together is a deciding factor for you?” Svetlana asked in a serious tone.

“No, no,” I assured her. “If it doesn’t work for any of us, we’ll try some other way that works for all of us. I just don’t want us to pass over an obvious solution for the three of us – love each other equally.”

Elena asked Svetlana in a serious tone, “If I am making love to Jonathan, do you not feel jealous? Will you not feel you want to replace me in the act of love – or eliminate me in the relationship?”

Svetlana was careful in her answer and her honest appraisal showed: “In earlier times, I would be jealous, but I know that is a response I learned from other people. From how I was raised and in what my friends and I learned were situations where I should be jealous – this is one of them, but I’m so confused now about what I feel after coming all this way and finding out this situation. I must train myself not to be that way, at least temporarily until some solution is decided.” She also paused and moved along the sofa to be with Elena and hugged her; “Besides,” She said, “I really do like you – a lot – and I think a relationship with you might be … interesting … life changing.” She smiled lovingly at her.

She paused and thought before going on; she looked at Elena and me; “I desire happiness for you both, as I do now, rather than selfish fulfillment for myself.” She took Elena’s hand in her own and said, “I don’t know how good I can be at this, but I will try. I already have affectionate feelings for you. I’ve just not let them become lustful – sexual, but now I need to try that too.”

Elena leaned in and kissed Svetlana in full on the lips right in front of me. Their first serious kiss was a tender and loving kiss that grew lustful as their tongues moved to engage. I watched the two women as they experimented with the female-to-female kisses. For a moment I was a forgotten entity. I tested my own feelings of jealousy and feeling left out, and indeed I did feel that, however, once I recognized and acknowledged those feelings they instantly went away. I thought how reactive my ego was. What replaced the fleeting feeling was joy at seeing love blossom between the two women, and even lust at the thought of the two of them making love to one another – particularly if I got to watch.

I had thought about the fact that I needed to return to work in a five more days. This would leave the women at home where they would be their own company. If they could love each other, I felt they would find the time alone an enjoyment and pleasure, rather than a sentence of isolation – at least until they got jobs or developed a social life and could get out of the house.

I watched the two women. They smiled often at each other as they ran their hands, lips, and tongues around each other. Svetlana unbuttoned Elena’s blouse so she could reach in and begin to fondle her full breasts. I could hear Elena sigh in passion when Svetlana sucked on one of her nipples as she pinched the other.

A few seconds later, Elena returned the favor. Svetlana was wearing one of my shirts with the shirttails tied beneath her generous breasts. She pulled the knot apart and spread the shirt wide so she had access, Svetlana’s excited breasts becoming fully visible to me. She leaned in and bit each nipple, running her hand around the other breast as she did. Svetlana’s large areolae darkened with her efforts, the small goose bumps on each areola becoming evident as she blew cool air over the exposed and now damp erotic zone.

I wanted to move the love making into the bedroom, but quickly decided that I liked being a voyeur to the Sapphic display of affection the two women were trialing. I said nothing lest I upset the erotic encounter between the two. As I watched, I could feel the swelling in my pants. I allowed myself the pleasure of lightly stroking my hardening shaft through my thin slacks.

Soon, the blouses were shed and the beautiful full breasts of both women were on full display to my hungry eyes. Hands and probing fingers now roamed lower, as mouths serviced taut breasts and rock hard nips. I watched as Elena stroked a finger over the gossamer material covering Svetlana’s pussy. With one hand, she pulled the material from the lacy thong aside as her mouth sucked on a breast; I watched as her fingers expertly played with the labia lips and then two of them sank into her vagina. Svetlana groaned loudly, and pulled her legs further apart to signal her willingness to participate in this game of passion.

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As Robin peered through the shrouding beech tree’s leaves, he felt very fortunate the windows of the manor house were thrown wide open.

It was warm enough that early autumn afternoon that a breeze would have been welcome to those inside, and the open windows of the upper story room made seeing into it vastly easier than if they had been shut, or only partially open.

Robin wasn’t even sure what he would have done if the windows had been shuttered. Already he had glimpsed a naked pair of breasts flash past the window, then a man’s stiff cock, legs bare but with his upper body still covered in a short red tunic. There were loud words, and sounds of a struggle.

“Give it!” The female voice was defiant. “Now, or there’ll be trouble!”

“You’re in no position to insist on anything! Tell me what I ask and you’ll have it back, and be free to leave.” The man’s voice was loud and challenging.

“Never!”

Robin tensed, his legs gripping the tree branch that held him, as through the window he saw a bodice of brown colour held up by a pair of burly hands, not ten feet away. He knew that fabric well and his throat tightened.

“Where! Tell me where he’ll be and when!” the male voice demanded.

Two thin fair hands grabbed at the bodice, and a swinging familiar pair of breasts followed, quite uncovered. A slender body with its triangle of light brown crotch hair lunged forward, but the male voice laughed and the bodice was snatched out of sight.

Robin struggled for a better view without losing his balance or exposing his position to those inside. From his vantage in the tree, looking slightly downwards into the chambers, he was unable to see the heads of the two occupants, only their torsos, and even then only briefly as they flashed in front of the open window. Scuffling sounds inside made Robin crane his neck, all senses alert.

“Now?” asked the large friend beside him, whose bulk of a body was perched, even more precariously than Robin’s, next to him.

Robin shook his head. “Not yet!” he hissed.

Through the window opening the male’s bare haunches were now visible, his cock stiff and bobbing, then disappeared in a darting move across the room.

Robin loosened his bow and drew an arrow from his quiver.

The man’s rump reappeared, the full strong hairy haunches of a thick-waisted, middle-aged man of power. Robin knew the fellow fair enough. His lip curled.

This time the strong haunches were even closer to the window. A step back and the man could have rested his hairy rump on the window ledge.

The cock was raging hard, twitching in the scattered afternoon light. Its tip was a malignant red, poking free from its cockskin, damp and unsheathed. The ballocks were drawn up tight in full lust.

“Come get it!” The bodice was held up, in clear view. The man shook it tauntingly. “And then I’ll have you! I’ll fetch words out of you one way or another!” His cock bobbed stiffly with desire.

Robin sighted carefully and then let loose the shaft, the arrow striking the bodice squarely, snatching it from the man’s startled hands, and pinning it to the wall opposite the window, the shaft vibrating from the impact.

A shout went up, followed by stunned silence. Two faces instantly appeared at the window, the male with wide eyes and open mouth, dark heavy eyebrows arched in surprise, the female’s pale long face at first similarly alarmed, then graced with a wide smile of recognition.

“On John!” shouted Robin and the big man, who had crept out along the tree branch, leaped. With agility unexpected from a man of such size, he grasped the window ledge and pulled himself in.

The sheriff had dashed to the door, but Marian had been too quick for him, pulling the ring of keys free from the inner lock and tossing them out the window, where Robin caught them. With a quick jump Robin followed Little John through the window into the upper chambers of the manor house.

By the time Robin’s feet hit the floor, Marian had already tackled the sheriff and John had overpowered him with a strong blow to the head. They quickly went to work tying the sheriff’s hands and legs with the hempen rope that Little John had brought.

Robin in a glance marvelled at sweet Marian’s willowy body. Her calfskin boots were still on but her green linen dress lay tossed to the side. It could not have come off willingly.

Her breasts darted about as she moved. Her long light brown hair, which had come loose, danced across her slender back, her hands flying to secure the sheriff’s limbs.

Despite the danger of the situation, the sight of Marian’s bare thighs and haunches moving with speed and purpose made Robin’s cock twitch with pleasure.

Her long narrow breasts, with marvellous dark pointed nipples, her ‘arrowheads’ he called them, swayed like pendulums this way and that with the maiden’s quick movements.

There was pounding on the chamber’s door, and shouting, and they heard attempts to force it open. Robin looked out the window and to his relief saw William and Roger florya escort below, with a purloined ladder and three horses.

Down they went, Little John with the sheriff’s limp body draped over his shoulder. They threw the body over the back of John’s mount, quickly secured him with a length of rope, and dashed off through an open gate.

Robin grabbed the second horse and helped Marian up behind him. Somehow she had managed to pull on her dress and retrieve her bodice, which she was able to hurriedly fasten around her before they bolted from the manor house. Will and Roger followed on the third horse.

Nestled in the saddle behind Robin, her arms safely around him, they sped away. Robin could feel her soft warm breasts pressing against his back, moving up and down with the horse’s gait.

Although none of them could ride as fast as they would have liked, Robin’s men had seen fit to cast wide the doors of the manor’s stable and scatter the sheriff’s horses in panic to the adjoining fields. It would be some time before whatever was left of the sheriff’s men could fashion a proper chase.

They crossed a small bridge over a stream and made north for the forest. Once clear of the main road, they were able to slow a bit.

Out of the corner of his eye, Robin saw Roger and Will staring at the sheriff tied to the back of John’s horse. His leggings were gone, only a shirt on him, and as his hands and feet had been bound together under the horse, it meant his bare rump lay upwards, bouncing rudely with the horse’s gait.

His ribs surely were taking a beating from the ride, but he had not yet opened his eyes or shown any sign of consciousness. Roger laughed and pointed for Will’s benefit at the unceremonious look of the white, skyward-facing arse of the captured sheriff.

Robin also noted that Will and Roger had been stealing glimpses at Marian, which Robin found puzzling until later that afternoon, when he realised that his arrow had pierced Marian’s bodice about the middle of where her left ribs would have been.

The hole made in the bodice was large enough that Marian’s left breast kept pushing through the rend, and even though covered by the thin fabric of her dress, her breast’s forward thrust and unexpected intrusion, jostling as they rode, made a sight for the men, who kept looking over and grinning slyly as they hurried along.

After some time they were within the safety of the greenwood, and zigzagged through narrow trails until they emerged into a wide sloping meadow, with a cluster of large oaks at its centre. It had been recently scythed, the hay stacked in large separated mounds.

The long, low green hills of southern Nottinghamshire were visible off in the distance. The sheriff had roused from his stupor and was awkwardly looking about, pain and fear showing on his face. He had tested the ropes holding him and found them too tight to loosen.

The group made their way towards the cluster of oaks and dismounted. Robin directed Little John, William and Roger to tie the sheriff to one of the larger oak trees, and gave him some water and cleansed his face, which had a large ugly looking bruise on his cheek.

The sheriff, spread-eagled against the old oak’s trunk, glared defiantly at Robin, his broad features twisted in rage.

Roger smirked at the sight of the sheriff, with only a now dirty shirt covering him, his bare thighs shaking with anger.

“You’ll pay for this!” the sheriff snarled. “You’ll pay!”

Robin smiled grimly. He took a swig of water from his waterskin, and stood in front of the sheriff, hands on his hips.

He held his tall sinewy frame confidently, although he knew very well that without some good timing and luck, and some cunning work from his men, events might not have worked out as well as they had. But matters were more in his hands now. His tunic matched the colour of the oak tree’s leaves, and he levelled an even gaze at the sheriff .

“And just what were your intentions with my Marian?” he challenged the sheriff, as his men assembled around him, Marian at his side.

“What did you have in mind for her? Taking her clothing? Locking her against her will in those chambers? Eh, what?”

Robin then conducted a trial, which did not last long. The facts came out, corroborated by Marian. She had been seized outside a shop in Nottingham and carted away to the manor house by the sheriff’s men.

The sheriff had threatened her and wanted to know Robin’s plans, for indeed they had hatched a plot for some mischief in town the Saturday next. Her clothing had been forcibly removed, and she had every fear of being violated by a powerful, vindictive and lust-driven man.

“And we saw you, Little John and I with our own eyes, with your hose off, your cock hard, and the maiden unclothed. I do not have to imagine much your intentions. You meant to have her!”

The sheriff did not answer.

“Men!” shouted Robin, his angular face stern, dark eyes blazing. “You have heard the evidence. sultangazi escort Did this man not abduct a defenceless woman, hold her against her will, and intend to violate her honour?”

“He did!” they cried out.

“What shall we do?” said Robin evenly. “What shall be his fate?”

“Death!” shouted Roger, his face red. “Death to the evil henchman of the king!”

The men murmured their assent.

Robin shook his head.

“Grievous as his actions are, this is not a death offence, although the penalty tempts me much.”

“Then a good whipping!” cried Roger, a bit less confidently. “We”ll remove his tunic, tie him face to the tree and make his back and arse red and sore enough for weeks!”

“Better,” replied Robin, standing tall, his face hard but composed. “He is due a lingering punishment. One to match his crime. One he will not likely forget.”

He looked long and hard at the sheriff, who glared back. The sheriff’s face was misshapen with the bruise, and while his shirt was still on his upper body, dirty and stained as it was, his hose was gone, his lower body quite bare.

“Perhaps he should bear witness to the crime that he would have committed himself, only against his own,” said Robin evenly, with a half smile. Both the men and the sheriff looked puzzled at Robin’s words. Only Little John betrayed no confusion.

Robin turned to Marian. “Make his cock stiff,” he said, then when Marian’s face displayed bewilderment and revulsion, he added, “just with your hand. I have plans, please do as I ask.”

Marian swallowed hard, and the men shifted uneasily in their green tunics and brown leggings as she made her way to the bound sheriff, whose own broad face ran through a range of expressions, ending with complete wide-eyed bafflement.

She held his balls in her left hand, his cock quite limp and small. Slowly, and with clear distaste, she began to pull on his cock, which responded with some delay to the contact. Before long however, Marian’s fingers had made him hard, and his cock stood stiff and proud out in front of him, his red cockhead partially poking free from his cockskin.

She looked questioningly over to Robin, who gave a tight smile. “Well done,” he muttered. “He will not soon forget this hardness.”

Turning to the sheriff, “You meant to use this,” Robin said, pointing to his stiff cock, bobbing with its recent rise. “You were to use this against someone who did not seek it, against her will! It is time to return the favour.”

Robin carefully reached back into his quiver and drew an arrow. His men, watching intently, stiffened in expectation, of what they were not sure. Only John seemed at ease.

Robin turned to his left, pulling the string of his bow back gracefully, and sent the arrow clear across the field, squarely striking the trunk of an old oak tree at the edge of the meadow, which bordered the forest.

No sooner had the shaft stopped quivering, then a group of three men, apparently anticipating the signal, emerged from the coppice cover, leading a blindfolded woman, her hands bound behind her. Her long reddish blonde hair had come loose, and fell in an unkempt manner on her bare freckled shoulders.

As the group made their way across the field, the sheriff’s face took on an increasingly anxious look.

“Mary!” he finally shouted as she neared. “You have taken Mary!” he turned to Robin, his face enraged. “She has done nothing! Let her go and do what you will with me!”

“We will see,” smiled Robin.

Robin’s three men were dressed as yeomen or townsmen and not in the forest green tunics of John, Will and Roger, which combined with their brown hose the men jestingly called “Robin’s livery.” They approached Robin, who ordered Mary’s blind removed.

She and the sheriff exchanged anguished looks, for indeed it was the sheriff’s wife. Mary’s blue eyes noted the exposed stiff cock of her husband, and she turned questioningly to Robin. “What meanest thou by this outrage!” she hissed.

Robin replied by recounting the events that led to the sheriff’s capture, dwelling in some detail on the sight that he and John had had of the sheriff’s naked hard cock, and the disrobed Marian inside the manor house.

Mary turned to the sheriff, whose face betrayed the truth of the event.

“No,” she moaned, “No, no, no…”

“He meant harm,” said Robin evenly, “and driven by lust and anger would have taken this maiden, my woman, against her will,” gesturing towards Marian.

Robin exchanged a look with Little John, who sidled up to the sheriff’s side, and pulled out a long, gleaming knife, which he held against the root of the sheriff’s bobbing cock.

“Shall we remove his stalk in front of you?” Robin asked Mary, eyebrows arching. “This would prevent a repeat of this crime ever happening again and surely be a fitting punishment.”

“No, no!” screamed Mary. “Not that, not that! Leave him be!”

John had a half-smile, and he moved his knife menacingly about ortaköy escort the sheriff’s prick. The sheriff’s body tightened, but there was no way to escape the blade. The threat was clear, and no one knew what might be next.

“You may save his worthless cock then,” said Robin quietly, “if you agree to what I say.”

Mary set her mouth firmly. “What do you wish?” she spat.

“Only to do to you, what he would have done to my Marian,” Robin said, his hand indicating his consort beside him.

“No!” shouted the sheriff, his legs shaking in anger. “Do your worst to me but let her off!”

The husband and wife stared at each other, Mary trembling. Robin’s men shifted their feet uneasily.

Finally, Little John began to slowly move the dagger in an arc around the sheriff’s cock as if to slice it off, and then poked him in the navel with the point of its blade, drawing a drop of blood.

“Very well,” Mary exhaled. “But he will live? Without further damage?” Her eyes were worried but still defiant. “We will be set free?”

“All but the last,” said Robin, with a faint smile. “You will be intact, but I cannot quite set you free, at least immediately. Our own retreat from here must be made cleanly and safely. I will let certain persons know where you are, and you shall be safe by nightfall.”

“No!” shouted the sheriff to Mary. “Do not acquiesce in this!”

Robin ignored him. “We shall have you,” he stated, pointing a finger at Mary, “to save the cock of your husband and further pain to him. Once again, to make sure, this is your will?”

Mary hesitated but nodded.

“Say ‘Yea’ ” urged Robin, “so all can hear your will.”

“Yea,” spoke Mary clearly.

Robin pulled off her dress, which she relinquished resignedly.

The men looked Mary over, not without hunger. She was of middling height, with thin curling red blonde hair resting on her shoulders. Her hips were broad, her waist not slender, and her breasts, while not of special heft, sloped off to each side appealingly, the left one a bit larger than the other, full and soft. Her nipples were small and pink.

She had marvellous smooth white skin, and it appeared she had not yet seen thirty winters. There were freckles on her face and shoulders, a bit on her upper chest, but the rest of her skin was pale and fresh and exceeding white. She was a rare commodity in the shire, as she did not have to work outside in the fields or in the sun, after all.

“I will have to restrain you,” Robin said, “but will do so gently. We cannot afford to have you free if we are forced to fly suddenly.”

He gestured for his men to tie Mary on her back to the fallen trunk of an oak tree a short distance from the sheriff, within clear sight of him. One of the men produced rope and stakes from a sack they had brought. Robin had placed her dress between her and the trunk, to soften the surface.

Her hands were tied out to each side, while the men drove in stakes to the ground to secure them. Her feet were similarly fastened, so that she was stretched out in four directions, her thighs spread wide, her ankles and wrists held tight by the rope and pulled taut.

Her head, unsupported, dangled over the edge of the tree log, in a manner that let her see the sheriff, albeit at an odd angle. Whoever mounted her would be able to gaze straight at the sheriff’s face if he so wished.

Robin tested the tightness of the ropes and stood back to admire the sight. His men knew their rope-work well, and the even, neatly tied dark brown colour of the knots contrasted with Mary’s fair skin.

Each of Mary’s breasts was slung to the side, her thighs parted and under tension. Her cunt lips barely met each other with her legs pulled so, a crimson gash inside the lips visible in the late afternoon sunlight. Her thin cunt hair was redder than that of her head, and curled around the lips and onto her thighs. The men murmured and at least one of them grabbed his crotch.

Little John gave his knife to Will, who continued to hold it next to the sheriff’s cock, and approached Mary, fondling her left breast, hefting it and tweaking the nipple until it was red and hard, then circled around and did the same for the other. He smiled and looked at Robin, who nodded.

John slowly and deliberately removed his shirt, his big shoulders and powerful torso a marvel to the men, all much smaller than he. He pulled off his hose, and his dark cock sprang free, bobbing and half hard.

As befit a man of his size, it was a prick of some heft, thick and handsome enough. Amongst the men, Will’s cock was known to be almost as long, but not nearly of the same girth. On their gambols around Nottinghamshire, the men had come to know each other’s stalks as well as their own, and all had made many a jest about their tools whilst taking one of their frequent piss breaks in Sherwood forest.

They held their breath as the great tool swung from side to side as he disrobed. His balls were two large ovals, well covered in dark hair, and had already begun to tighten in their sack.

Little John paused, and Robin and the men looked on, unsure of his his next move. He circled around to Mary’s head, and draped his meat onto her, bouncing his cockhead over her face. Then using one hand he slid the heavy prick’s underside back and forth over her cheeks and nose, before dangling his prickhead over her mouth.

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“I’ll have to leave after work for Ft. Worth, “Sandi told him as she pulled herself up to get out of bed.

“What’s in Ft. Worth?” David questioned.

“Quarterly meeting.”

Already? Seems you just had one last month.”

“No, it was three months ago. Just before your birthday. Remember? You came down on the last day and got a room in the same hotel. I fucked you and that guy from the piano bar across the street? What was his name?” She quietly snapped her fingers trying to think of it.

“I don’t remember. It was Kevin, or something like that.”

“No…Marvin. It was Marvin.”

“That’s right. Sent you to the moon several times with this talented tongue, as I recall.”

“Mmm. That’s right. I remember.” Her eyes stared off into space, lost in the recollection.

“So, you’re gonna be gone till when?”

“It runs from Tuesday morning through Friday morning. They let us go just before lunch. That way they don’t have to feed us again.” Her face suddenly flashed an idea. “Hey, why don’t you come down Friday afternoon, like last time, meet me after the last session gets out and stay the night here again. We could walk around downtown, “her voice lowered, “Or something else fun, then have a weekend together. We haven’t had one of those since the last Quarterly.”

“True. Has it been that long?” he said. The wheels were already turning. “How about this? Let’s make it special. I mean really special.”

“What do you consider ‘special’?” she asked, questioningly. She had seen this devious look before. It usually meant something very kinky that made her body feel very good.

“OK, here’s the scenario, and your assignment. During the week you mingle with the people, like you always do. Except now you mingle with a purpose.”

“OK. What’s the purpose? Hope. Hope.”

“This time you’re looking for a ‘special’ person?”

“Like Marvin? Please say ‘yes’.”

“Yes. Like Marvin. Several Marvins.” He paused, waiting for what he said to sink into her brain.

Her brow furrowed a moment, then her eyes widened. “Ooo,” was all she said, fully realizing the potential.

“And while you’re at it, like Marilyn.”

Her face tilted as she asked, “Who’s Marilyn?” Then it hit her. “Ooo…That’s kinky. I’ve never done that before, but I’ve been curious.”

“I know. It’s been a fantasy of mine for a long time. There was no way I would’ve brought it up in the past. But, with the way we are now…”

“You fantasized about me with another woman?”

“Well, sure. It’s hot. Find a good looking woman to pleasure you while I watch. What’s NOT to love about that? Four tits, two pussies, two asses, kissing, sucking, licking, orgasms…What’s not to like?” He was starting to get hard just thinking about his fantasy actually coming true.

“I never thought about it like that…I mean, from a man’s point of view. Or from a woman’s point of view either, for that matter. I bet it’s a whole different experience with a woman.”

“I’ve read other heterosexual women who say it’s no comparison. They don’t want to give up a dick, but it’s nice for a change. The contrast and taboo nature is very intoxicating. Light, soft caresses instead of power. Just a different experience.”

“I’m a little nervous about it, but it might be fun.”

“I think you’ll love it right away. So, basically, your assignment is to find a few guys and an equal number of women YOU think would be fun to fuck. Convince them to stay over on that Friday night. They can leave on Saturday. It doesn’t matter if they’re single or married.” Mt hunch was that married ones might actually be better. This would be something they probably wouldn’t do at all with their spouses. So, they would tend to cut loose a little more than the single ones who probably do it more often. “Remember, it’s someone YOU want to fuck, so you will DEFINITELY have a good time. Me, too. I’m gonna join in this time. I’ll get there early in the day and get the cameras set up. I can’t wait to see this one on those chilly nights when we’re snowed in. It’ll heat things up. It’ll definitely get the blood pumping into the right places. Our first orgy.”

“An orgy? Should we all wear togas?”

“This isn’t Animal House, Bluto. Who cares how we start out, as long as we all end up naked and fucking like rabbits.”

“What if I can’t get enough to people come?” She added, worried.

“If anyone can convince them it’ll be worth their while, you can. You have all week to figure out who has the biggest dick, the best tongue, male and female, and who loves to get kinky. Work on them through the week. They don’t stand a chance against you. I know you. When you set your sights on something, there’s no way anyone can say no. Just rub those big old titties up against them a couple of times and watch them get excited.”

“You’re awful,” she said, slapping him on the arm.

“What? You think I’m exaggerating? Your body IS irresistible, “he said, leaning in behind her, kissing her neck softly. He reached under her arms and palmed her magnificent tits. She shivered at his kiss and rubbed her tits back and forth against his hands, warming herself with the erotic feelings. “Especially these babies,” he added. She loved it when he did that. She was proud of her tits and their effect on both men and women. She could feel the moisture between her legs beginning to demand attention, but had to push it down for güngören escort now.

“C’mon, we don’t have time for that right now. I’m running late for work as it is.”

“OK. You’re right. But this Friday…And,” he added, “To make it better that night, we have to agree to NOT have sex of any kind all this week until Friday night. No masturbating and certainly no sex. Save it for the orgy.”

“No masturbating? I’ll be climbing the walls before Friday gets here, “she whined.

“I hear you. Me, too. And no vibrators, either, like you usually do. I want us to be so horny that we’ll fuck like it’s the last sex we’ll ever have. I can’t wait to see you getting fucked into next week. It’ll be great.”

They got out of bed, going about the normal workday routine and went their separate ways.

The day went by quickly, even though Sandi was lost in anticipation of what was going to happen in four days. She raced home to pack her things for the Quarterly Meeting. She saw the toys in her underwear drawer and almost included her trusty vibrator, “Old Blue.” But then she remembered her agreement not to masturbate while she was at the meeting. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the slickness building up. This was going to be a long week. She hoped it was going to be worth the sacrifice.

Reluctantly, she put Old Blue back in the drawer. She finished packing her things and placed her overnight case by the front door, along with her toiletries bag. She wanted to make one more run through to make sure she didn’t forget something critical. She was leaving the bedroom, as she was turning her head back around, she ran into something solid.

Thinking it was the door facing, she moved to clear it. He grabbed her upper arms and planted his lips on hers, well and truly kissing her. His hands dropped down her back to cover her flesh butt cheeks, squeezing them firmly, pulling them into his erection. Her first instinct was fear and she tried to pull back. It happened so quickly.

Then she realized who it was. She relaxed and brought her hands up finding his growing erection. She rubbed it up and down, squeezing as she moved her hands faster.

“A week’s a long time with no sex of any kind,” he whispered as he teased her clit through her jeans.

“I know,” she replied. She had already undone his belt and was feverishly working on his zipper.

“I have to have you now. To hold me until Friday.” He said, hungrily.

“Me, too. Get these clothes off me and fuck me good, “she whispered. He pulled her shirt up and off. They raced to get each other’s pants down at the same time. With her pants around her knees she couldn’t move well and started backing up to maintain her of balance. She backpedaled into the bedroom and was stopped when her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards. In the meantime he had pulled his own pants and underwear off. He came to the bed and she raised her legs straight. He removed her shoes and finished removing her pants.

His dick leading the way, he crawled up the bed on all fours. He pulled her panties down her luscious legs, throwing them towards her jeans. She was shaking in anticipation. He turned back to her and placed his palms on her abdomen side-by-side, sliding them up her stomach, and under her bra, pushing the cups up and over, as his probing digits closed around her breasts. He continued moving his body up and kissed her hard on the mouth. She was just as desperate to fuck as he was. His right hand slid down her stomach. His middle finger parted her lips from top to bottom and back. On the return trip it lingered, fingered and circled her pleasure button. It was a wonder she could even feel it, as lubricated as she was. She was ready.

“Fuck me,” she whispered urgently, “I want you in me.”

He centered himself between her spread legs, lining up his dick with her oozing hole. She moaned when he pushed inside her as far as he could go. He held it for a moment, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling. She luxuriated in it. Then he began his mission – building and driving until her pussy walls clamped down on his dick. She suddenly snapped her head back, squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw. He kept going until he felt that tingle starting in his toes, moving up his body, exploding out his cock, coating her pussy with his pleasure. They remained immobile for several long minutes, spent and sated.

“See you Friday afternoon, lover,” she said as he kissed her goodbye. She sat in the driver’s seat of her car. He closed the door.

“We’re gonna have fun. Find some big dicks and nasty pussies for us. You can do it.”

She put the car in gear waving out the window as she made her way to Ft. Worth.

She stood at the counter waiting for the clerk to give her the key card to her room. As she signed the registration card someone grabbed her from behind.

“Sandiiii…”

The way she was held, Sandi couldn’t see who it was. The grip loosened and she turned to look into the eyes of her best work friend, Stacie.

“I’ll get you for that. Just wait.” She said, a wide grin on her face.

“You just getting here?”

“Yup. Checking in. What room are you in?”

“763. You?”

Same room. How did you manage that?” Sandi pondered.

“I’m not telling. Just lucky, I guess.”

“Yeah, lucky. Well, it’ll be good to catch up on everything bağcılar escort since last meeting.”

“I can’t wait. Have you checked in yet?

“Just finished. Help me take my stuff upstairs and we’ll come back down and get some dinner. I’m starved.”

“I’d be glad to. You’ll never guess who’s here this time?” she whispered.

“Who?” Sandi asked.

“Brad Clevenger.

“Who? Do I know him?”

“He’s the new VP at Corporate. The one who sent out the letter to everybody, introducing himself.”

“Yeah, I remember. I got one. Had his picture in it? Not bad looking.”

“Well…I helped put that letter together. I picked the picture. There were a bunch of pictures. I chose a pretty tame one.”

“How wild could they be, Stacie? He’s a Corporate Executive.”

“I’ll show you later. I kept a couple. They’re hot.”

“Hot? What? Speedo or something?”

“Almost as good. There’s one from the side…C’mon, I’ll show you.”

“Show me? You brought them here?”

“Well. Yeah. I wanted you to see them. They’re definitely H-O-T.”

“Does your husband know you kept them?”

“Yeah, Sandi. I asked him if it was OK for me to have them. Of course, my husband doesn’t know. I brought them to show YOU. Here, let’s take your stuff upstairs and I’ll show you.”

Arriving at their room, Stacie swiped her key card and opened the door. She put Sandi’s travel bag on the bed and crossed to the dresser, pulled out the top drawer and reached for a manila envelope. She opened the clasp and pulled out two 8 X 10 photos. She turned and handed one to Sandi. Sandi took it and looked at it with interest. She slowly nodded her head.

“Nice. Very Nice.”

Stacie handed her the second picture – a full-length side view taken at a 45 Degree angle to one side. It showed a very prominent bulge in his crotch.

“Whoa. He packing some serious meat,” Sandi commented. “Is that for real or is he smuggling missiles?”

“100% Grade A prime. All natural, and from what I’ve heard, performance tuned. And it does. Frequently, if you get my drift, girl.

“How do you know this, Stacie. Or are you just guessing. Or hoping.”

“My best friend at Corporate has had personal experience. She said was a live-changing experience. A sexual epiphany.”

“OK. But is he like that every time, or was it just a one-time thing?”

“Always available. He is personally responsible for the dramatic increase in morale among the women in the Corporate office – single and married. He’s the real deal alright.”

“Could be just rumor. You know how women love to talk.”

“Well, he’s here. You can check him out for yourself.”

“Maybe I will,” Sandi said, her mind was already working out the possibilities for her first big cock on Friday.

The first morning went as usual. Introductions, greetings and a pep talk. Lunch was catered with a couple of portable buffet carts and a table filled with salads and various desserts. They lined up to be served. As it happened, with their table right next to the head table, Sandi and Stacie were right behind Brad Clevenger in line.

“Stacie, isn’t that Brad in front of you?” Sandi whispered in Stacie’s ear.

“Yeah, it is. You want to talk to him?”

“Sorta. I want to ‘bump’ into him.” They switched places in line. Sandi was trying to appear like she was looking over Brad’s shoulder to see what was being served. As she did, she remembered what Dave had said, and pressed her breast into his upper arm. But she had to be careful – and discreet. This could end in disaster. She quickly apologized, an embarrassed look on her face. But she didn’t remove it. She took a chance. Instead, she looked directly into his eyes and started a barely perceptible rocking motion with her body, continuing her breast massage.

“Hi…” he said, waiting for her name.

“Sandi.”

“Sandi. I’m Brad Clevenger. I’m in the way. It looks like you’re pressing to see what we’re having. I already know what it is, I ordered it. Why don’t I let you and your friend come before me?” He emphasized the word “come.”

Sandi and Stacie giggled shyly and shuffled in front of him, thanking him. He was now directly behind Sandi in line. He stepped closer to her, leaning over her shoulder, describing what they were having for lunch. As he leaned in to Sandi, he brought his crotch in close, until it pressed into her ass cheek. He slowly thrust his hips into her, returning the tease Sandi had done to him, furtively expressing his interest in moving to the next level sexually. She pushed her ass back into his dick, acknowledging his signal. He was pleased to have made his first connection. She was relieved to still have her job.

“We’ll talk later, Brad,” Sandi smiled and gave a wink.

“I’m sure we could find something stimulating to talk about. Later, then.”

Mentally, Sandi chalked up the first cock of the orgy. The rest of the day went by as expected. The week progressed as yet another meeting she had attended. But, it was hard to keep her mind on the boring sales figures and charts. Every bar graph shown, morphed into a lineup of big cocks.

She still worked on her assignment. She had identified Brad and another cock from an office in another city who met the qualification, but as yet had found no women to join. And today was Friday. What güneşli escort was she going to do? She decided to enlist Stacie’s help. This meant she would have to tell Stacie her plans. She broached the subject delicately at breakfast, while she was buttering an English Muffin at the Continental Breakfast.

“Well, Stacie. Our last day together for a while,” she threw out generically.

“Yeah. I always hate Fridays. You just get to know people and start having fun, then you have to leave.”

“I’d be nice if we could make the fun last a little longer, wouldn’t it?” Sandi asked.

“Yeah, it would. It was starting to get really interesting. By the way, did you ever hook up with Brad?”

“No. But the day’s not over yet.” Raising her eyebrows up and down.

“But we just have this morning, then everything breaks up and everybody goes home.”

“Well, not everybody.” Sandi said, flashing her best Mona Lisa smile.

Stacie gasped, realizing what Sandi had implied. “What are YOU doing? Something with Brad? What about your husband? What will he say?”

“Well,” Sandi paused, choosing her words carefully, “He’s coming down. He reserved us a suite. We’re going to have a little ‘us’ time.”

“But what does that have to do with Brad? Is this a 2-room scramble for Sandi?”

“No, a few of us are going to get together this evening for a little intimate conversation and interaction.”

Stacie stared blankly for a moment, processing what Sandi might have meant by her cryptic reply. Then it hit her. “You guys are one of THOSE kinds of couples?”

“Well, let’s just say we’re not rigidly opposed to pleasure where you find it. ”

“And how often do you find pleasure in other places?” Stacie asked, still wide-eyed.

“As often as we can. Like tonight. Tonight we were going to try something new but I didn’t do my part and Dave will be disappointed. That’s why I need your help.” She paused, then gathering her courage, continued. “I already have Brad and John from Saginaw coming…”

“The other giant cock here?” Stacie interrupted.

“How do you KNOW these things? Anyway, they will be there tonight, but David also wanted to include a couple of women in the mix, in addition to me. I’ve never had sex with a woman, and certainly don’t know how to pick one up. So I haven’t found anyone, and its Friday. What do I do? You know everybody here. Is there anyone you know that might be interested in an orgy?”

Let me think a minute, Sandi.” She scrolled through her mental Rolodex for anyone who might fit the bill. One name came to mind immediately – Heather. A tall, leggy brunette with a high, tight ass and ample tits – maybe a large C size. She was known to be just as popular with women as with men.

“Heather from Seagoville would be perfect. I’ll talk to her for you, if you want.”

“That would be a big load off my mind. Thanks, Stacie. But that’s only one. What about someone else?”

“Sandi, I’m hurt.”

“Hurt? What’d I say, Stacie?”

“I’m hurt that you’re not inviting me.”

“You?” She asked, incredulous. “I didn’t even think you would consider something like that. You really want to?”

“What? Fuck the two biggest cocks here and eat out your pussy? Are you crazy? I wouldn’t miss it. I’m calling my husband and making up some excuse to stay here tonight. Count me in. This is making me horny just thinking about it. I may have to take care of myself in the restroom. Just so I can concentrate today. What time do you want me here?”

Well, David will be here this morning reserving the suite and arranging for the liquor and finger food. We’re catering everything. Music, he’s bringing toys and other ‘interesting’ things. He’s really excited about this and is going all out. He can’t wait to see me filled with two giant cocks, while getting himself totally fucked.”

“Shut up, girl. I’m leaking already. I’m gonna have to put some toilet paper in my panties now, so I don’t leave a wet spot on my jeans. I gotta go. I’ll see you later.” She got up and hurried off to the restroom.

The final speeches were made, the awards were passed out and the meeting came to an end a few minutes before noon. People buzzed around saying their goodbyes, or made their way quickly to the exit for the trip home. Sandi and Stacie stood talking to the people at their table and neighboring tables, sharing office stories and offering congratulations. Their eyes met each other’s, lingering in excited anticipation. Her week of self-imposed celibacy, combined with the possibilities of things to come later that night had Sandi on edge. She shifted her weight from leg to leg, rubbing her thighs together, sending stimulation to her aching clit. The thin white sweater she word today clung snugly to her firm breasts, accenting her hard, gumdrop-sized nipples. She chatted with a woman from the table next to hers. By the way she was standing, with her back to Stacie caused a bottleneck in the traffic flow, as Brad moved toward them. He came to the small gap between them and placed his hands on Sandi’s shoulders to warn her he was coming through. Taking advantage of the innocent pass-through he seized the opportunity to press his groin into Sandi’s ass. He apologized, holding it there a second. Sandi’s eyes went big as her brain tried to register who was invading her personal space in such a sexual way. A sexy smile dawned across her face and she subtly pushed back into the intruder, burrowing it further into her ass crack. She turned her head to see who belonged to the pleasure between her cheeks. It felt wonderfully large. She purred her apology with a public social smile. She gave another bump and a shimmy of her ass, she mouthed, “See you later.” He winked his acknowledgement, shuffling off.

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Gina smiled and clamped her legs tight, drawing Ben’s cock further inside from where she straddled him. She loved watching her fiancé’s face as he came inside her, and there was something extra special about doing it in the morning as the first rays of sun began to sneak through the blinds. She ran her hands over his firm chest, now covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, and leaned forward to kiss him.

“Good morning to you, too,” he said between heavy breaths, the first words either had spoken.

“Morning dear,” she said, finally and reluctantly rolling off him to enjoy a quick cuddle before the day’s demands caught up with her. Someday, she hoped, they would be able to spend an entire Saturday morning together in bed. For now, though, her shift at the hospital included Saturdays, so a morning quickie would have to suffice.

She glanced at the clock and groaned, rolling out of bed and stretching. “Got plans for the day?” she asked as she crossed to the bathroom.

“Just groceries this morning,” he said, climbing out of the bed and following close behind her. “Probably watch some basketball after that until you get home.”

Gina stood in front of the mirror and enjoyed the view as Ben came up from behind and wrapped an arm around her. She could feel his eyes roaming across her naked figure in the mirror — from her messy brunette pixie to her modest, perky breasts, down the tummy that she mostly managed to keep flat, and ultimately to her bald pussy where she could feel his seed beginning to dribble down her leg. He, too, was easy on the eyes — half a head taller than her, fit, a couple days’ growth on his chin, and a cock still glistening with their combined juices. She had no doubts about their decision to repeat some variant of this routine for the rest of their lives.

As he kissed the top of her head before she began brushing her teeth, Gina remembered that she had a plan for today. It wasn’t just any Saturday, but also the first day of April — April Fool’s Day. She had never been that big on playing jokes on people, but this year she needed to get some measure of revenge on Ben for what he’d pulled last year. Her dear fiancé, boyfriend at the time, had shut off water to their dishwasher, pretending it was broken, and then arranged for one of his college buddies to show up as a “repairman” while he had to “step out” to run an errand. Gina had been stunned by the man’s never-ending string of sexual innuendo (running his snake through her pipes, checking out all her plumbing, etc) and was all too ready to have Ben kick him out. The guys had a good laugh at her expense when the ruse was revealed. She’d been embarrassed, but also a good enough sport to take it in stride and laugh.

About a month ago, an idea for a Fool’s Day joke of her own arrived from an unexpected source — a guy friend of hers from college had texted out of the blue with a note and web link. “Didn’t know you did porn! Go girl! ;)” Gina, reluctantly, followed the link to a low-quality porn vid of a couple going at it. There was nothing special about the clip aside from the fact the featured girl looked exactly like Gina. Younger, granted, and with slightly longer hair and far more make up than she ever wore, but everything else matched up — face, eyes, tits, body. She laughed it off and thanked her old friend for “not outing her.”

She almost told Ben right then, but realized she could have a little fun with it. The vid clip said the girl’s name was “Skye Blue,” so Gina did a few searches on that name. A couple other videos showed up, but it was a small sample. Clearly this hadn’t been a prolific porn actress, which made her idea even more plausible.

Gina climbed into the shower and began washing her hair. Predictably, Ben was in soon after, “helpfully” soaping up her body. She didn’t mind, even if it rarely sped up the washing process, just so long as he didn’t make her late for work.

“Honey,” she said, squeezing the water out of her hair while he spent extra attention on making sure her breasts were clean.

“Yes, my love?”

“Since we’re getting married soon, I’ve got something I need to tell you about. Something from my past.”

Ben’s hands on her breasts froze for a moment before tentatively resuming and quickly moving on to her arms. She could only imagine what things were flying through his mind with a lead-in like that.

“Okay.”

“It’s not bad,” she said. “Well, not all bad. More embarrassing than anything. I don’t want you spreading it around, but figured you should know in case you accidentally stumbled across one of the skeletons in my closet.”

“You know I won’t judge.”

She believed him. Ben was open-minded and had done nothing in their time together to make her question her trust in him.

“Promise?” She wanted to build this up.

“Pinky promise.” He offered his pinky and she wrapped hers around his.

“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath. “You know I told you how I had trouble finding work right after finishing nursing zeytinburnu escort school? Economy tanked at just the wrong time and no one was hiring a kid with no experience.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, money got tight. Really tight. And, see, I didn’t want to keep leaning on my parents.”

Ben’s eyes widened a bit, but he said nothing.

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” she said, acting all embarrassed. “I knew a friend who’d done a little bit of…acting…up in the Valley. If you know what I mean.”

She could tell by the look on his face that Ben did know what she meant — San Fernando Valley, just outside their Los Angeles home, where much of the porn industry had been born and still flourished. He was buying her story because, like all good lies, it was heavily laced with truth and plausibility.

“I think I know what you mean,” he said, clearly surprised and still trying to come to grips with it.

“Yeah. So, anyway, my friend introduced me to some people and next thing you know, I’m an actress.”

Ben took her by the hands, studying her as the hot water sluiced over her shoulder. She couldn’t quite read the expression on his face and was eager for a response to her tale.

“You were in a porn video?”

Putting all of her meager acting skills to bear, Gina closed her eyes and looked away as if mortified in embarrassment. She nodded her head yes.

“A few, actually,” she said. “The money was good, the hours short, and it totally saved me when I needed a financial bridge. I hated that I was doing it, that I’d resorted to it, but it was there and easy. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I guess I was just too embarrassed. Almost no one knows this about me and I want it to stay that way.”

Ben took her in his arms and hugged her tight. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you one bit.”

“Thanks,” she said, melting into his strong body.

“Honestly, it’s a little hot,” he said, clearly trying to inject some levity into the moment. “I mean, how many guys ever dated a porn star.”

Gina rolled her eyes. “Please. Hardly a star. It was tiny little small budget things.”

“Did you have a porn name?” He grinned, clearly enjoying her “discomfort.”

She shook her head, but then pretended to give in. “Skye Blue.”

“Skye Blue,” he said, letting the name roll off his tongue. “I like it. Tasteful, evocative.”

“Whatever.” She playfully slapped him on the arm and pushed her way past him to grab a towel while he took his turn under the spray.

“Can I call you that, next time we’re fucking?” Gina was about to tell him no, not a chance, but he cut back in. “And I promise that name will never leave the two of us. Just a little role play.”

Gina did enjoy their infrequent role play in the bedroom. She could see the light in his eye that he had found an opportunity here, where she would be his own private porn star. Perhaps her joke had opened a door she wasn’t quite prepared to step through, but on the other hand it could be fun. She didn’t mind being a little slutty for him once in a while.

“Sure.”

“Tonight, then,” he said, sliding his hand along his now fully erect cock. “I’m gonna fuck Skye Blue, porn star.”

“If you think you can handle her,” she said, wiggling her ass at him before stepping out of the tub.

As she dressed in blue scrubs for her shift at the hospital, Gina marveled at how easy it had been to convince Ben that she’d actually been a porn actress for a little while. Was that a sign that she’d sold it well or that he thought she was actually capable of something like that? She worried a little if the latter was true — they were getting married soon, and she thought he knew her better than that.

Regardless, after he got his chance to “fuck a porn star,” she’d dash his fantasies and reveal the prank. He would have an entire day of fantasizing, and that bode well for a very fun evening.

* * *

Gina flopped onto a couch in the nurses’ break room for her mid-morning coffee. The room was empty at the moment and she appreciated the peace and quiet after having had some unruly patients to deal with to kick off the Saturday shift. She turned on her phone and found a string of text messages from Ben waiting for her. She grinned, having a good feeling what they might be about, and scrolled back to read them in order.

“Damn, sweetie. Still can’t completely wrap my head around that.”

“I had to go look. You know I wouldn’t be able to resist. All I can say is, damn! I should’ve suggested we film ourselves before!!”

Gina chuckled at that. Maybe she would let him tonight, in the spirit of her prank. She read on.

“Okay, when you said you’d never been with a girl before, I’m assuming you meant in a relationship. Because, after what I just saw, you sure seem to know your way around!”

Oops. Gina hadn’t looked closely at the couple other Skye Blue vids her searches had revealed. The only one merter escort she’d watched, the one emailed to her, had been just a guy and a girl. Oh well. Now his imagination was undoubtedly in overdrive. He’d once jokingly expressed hope that she was bi-sexual, probably angling for a threesome or the like, but she had been forced to let him down.

She was about to reply to that text, but figured she should finish them out first.

“Fuck. Just watched that threesome you did with the blonde and the dude by a pool. Can we do that? Please? Pretty please? I’ll be in your debt forever.”

“Not sure I can wait until tonight. Free for lunch????”

That was the last one, sent about fifteen minutes earlier. She smiled, knowing her joke was working like a charm. Poor guy was going to be totally bummed when the truth came out, but hopefully by then he’ll have had enough of a good time to forgive her.

She fired off a quick text: “Down boy! Yeah, sorry, didn’t think that counted. Hope you can forgive me.”

His reply came even quicker: “I’m sure I can find a way for you to redeem yourself. Lunch?”

Tempting as it was, today was shaping up to be a busy one at the hospital and she had no idea if or when she’d be able to get away, and it probably wouldn’t be for long enough in any event.

“Sorry, don’t think I can swing it. You’ll just have to wait for tonight. Try to save something for me… :kiss:”

He replied: “Boo!”

She sent: “I’m sure the wait will be worth it.”

“Having seen what Skye is capable of, I have no doubt! Speaking of, does Skye still have any contact with Jamee Summer? That one…man!”

Gina shook her head. He seemed awfully enamored with this fake side of her. She hoped her joke hadn’t just set him up with false expectations leading to disappointment. And Jamee Summer? Must be some girl that Skye had done a girl-girl scene with.

“Sorry. Didn’t know her well and lost touch ages ago.”

“That’s a damn shame.”

“Gotta get back to work. Catch you later. Don’t have too much fun with my alter ego.”

“Too late! ;)”

She chuckled and turned off her phone, ready to get back to work.

* * *

Mid-afternoon got crazy at the hospital. Gina managed only a couple minutes break during which she quickly checked her phone again. Ben had sent just one more text, around 3pm, telling her he hoped her day was going well and that he had a surprise in store for dinner, so she didn’t need to pick anything up as she often did when working the Saturday shift. She figured he was buttering her up with a nice dinner before he got his evening of “porn star treatment.”

In the few spare moments, her imagination had wandered a bit toward tonight. She’d never watched all that much porn, but she figured she’d seen enough to have some notion of what Ben might be hoping for. If she was aggressive, talked dirty, and let him get a bit more wild, that should be sufficient. It had been a while since they’re really cut it loose, so she found herself looking forward to playing the role for the evening.

The drive home, thankfully, was easier than usual for the L.A. area since it was a Saturday. She hoped whatever Ben had planned for dinner could wait long enough for her to grab a quick shower and slip into something more comfortable. And sexy. Anything would be sexier than her scrubs, but she figured she could find something that would get Ben’s libido churning over dinner.

She climbed the stairs to their second-floor apartment, unlocked the door, and was about to announce her arrival when her voice caught in her throat. Sitting on their living room couch was a woman Gina didn’t recognize. She was probably in her late 20’s, similar to Gina and Ben, with long black hair pulled into a pony-tail. The woman filled out her tight-fitting crop-top nicely, and several colorful tattoos on her shoulders, arms, and even waist were visible. The ensemble was completed with a mini-skirt above long, lithe legs that ended in red painted toenails on bare feet. She exuded cute sexiness with a bit more grungy sass than Gina could ever muster.

“Oh. My. God! It really is you!” The strange woman practically launched from the couch and hurried to wrap Gina in a stunned hug. Too shocked to do anything but stand there and take it, she looked over the woman’s shoulder and finally spotted Ben as he came out of the kitchen. He looked chagrined and amused.

“Surprise!” Ben said. “I hope I didn’t overstep.”

Overstep what? Gina felt she was missing something horribly obvious and didn’t want to look like an idiot. But who was the woman? What was she doing here. Was she the surprise?

“Skye Blue, as I live and die,” the woman said, finally breaking off her hug but still holding Gina at arm’s length where she could look her up and down. “It’s been, what, six or seven years? Never thought I’d see you again.”

Gina’s mind raced. Did she know this woman? Six or seven years meant it could be eminönü escort from her college days, and she wouldn’t be surprised to have forgotten a few people from then. Then her mind caught up with her ears — Skye Blue? Oh shit. This woman thought she was the porn actress, Gina’s doppleganger. Then that made her…

“Wow, yeah,” Gina said, stalling. “You look great.”

“Whatever,” the woman said, rolling her eyes playfully. “You look better than ever. And I totally like the short hair on you.”

Gina finally managed to tactfully disengage from the stranger’s grip long enough to shut the door behind her and set her purse and phone down on the end table. She managed to give Ben a pointed, questioning look.

“Okay, yes, this is my fault,” he said, giving her a quick hug and kiss that she had trouble returning with much passion. “After your, uh, revelation this morning, and seeing that vid of you and Jamee here…well, I did a little poking around.”

That confirmed her growing fear, but he’d actually contacted her? Clearly, Gina must have looked as much like Skye in person as on video. And, against even longer odds, passed the scrutiny test up close where voice and mannerisms likely would have been different. Maybe the two of them had only been brief, casual acquaintances. After six or more years, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for recognition to be difficult.

Gina had no idea how to handle this, though. The smart thing would probably be to come clean and apologize to Jamee for the joke gone too far. On the other hand, she was shocked with herself at how well it had gone and she was tempted to play along a bit further to see how Ben would react.

“Poking around, huh?” she said, cocking an eyebrow at him but keeping her tone light.

“I looked up Jamee and, well, I was surprised to find she had an active profile on Twitter. So I sent a message, asking if she still knew Skye Blue.” He glanced over at Jamee, who nodded confirmation of his tale. “Wasn’t expecting a response, but she did and said she remembered you.”

“I probably asked a few too many questions,” Jamee said. “How he knew you. What you’ve been up to since we lost touch. That sort of thing.”

Ben grinned sheepishly. “Next thing I know, she’s suggesting we should surprise you with a get together. Chance to catch up. So, here we are — Chinese take-out, wine, and old friends.”

“Well, we didn’t know each other for that long,” Jamee said with a wink that Gina felt sure carried a long inside story to which she was not privy. “Only a couple months. And we only did the two shoots together, right?”

“Something like that, yeah,” Gina said, gamely trying to play along. “Honestly, I’ve tried to forget most of that part of my life.”

Jamee smiled knowingly. “I hear ya. Most of the girls who don’t stay long are that way. Hard to forget someone like you, though. Especially after…” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“You two wanna continue catching up over dinner?” Ben gestured toward the kitchen.

Gina still wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep playing along and she needed a few minutes to process everything. Fortunately, she was still in her scrubs and needed to clean up.

“After I get cleaned up and changed,” she said in a tone that brooked no argument.

“Mmm…can’t wait,” Jamee said, brushing her fingertips along Gina’s bare arm as she passed. The contact, in its intimacy, sent shivers through her body.

Gina slipped into their bedroom and closed the door behind her. While she stripped out of her scrubs and waited for the water to warm up, she tried to resolve just what she would do once she was done. The girl seemed nice enough — friendly and easy-going. Granted, she had been working in the adult entertainment industry for a while and that didn’t always come with good connotations, but Gina didn’t pick up on any bad signals.

Under the hot spray, she let her mind wander while the water carried away her anxiety about the situation. Still, the quickest and safest play would be to come clean with the truth, hopefully all have a good laugh, and call it a night. Ben was so enamored with the idea of her having been a porn actress, though (a thought she was still not very comfortable with), and so pleased with himself for having re-connected them that she was tempted to keep stringing him along until she no longer could. He did deserve some payback for last year’s April Fool’s joke.

If she tried to draw things out, how long could she hold up without finally tipping Jamee off to the fact she wasn’t really Skye? As long as she let the other woman lead the conversation and claim poor memory when the details got too specific, it was possible they could make it all the way through dinner. She’d feel a little bad for the actress being an unwitting participant in the charade, but again, she seemed like the sort who would probably take it for the grand joke that it had started as.

By the time she was rinsed clean and toweling off, Gina realized she had already come to a decision. She would string this out as long as she thought she plausibly could. And, in order to make it convincing, she needed to get into the mind-set of a woman who’d been in front of the camera and who was meeting an old acquaintance from those days.

She sighed. Next year, she would need to find a safer joke to play on Ben.

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I was, it should be said, not much of a vegetarian cuisine guy. Hell, I wasn’t really much of a cuisine guy at all. My dorm meals had all emerged from plastic cartons, cardboard boxes, and tin cans, all with instructions on the side. That is, when I wasn’t scarfing down a burger or pizza at the first fast food place I came across. But I had a feeling that my first dinner for the house shouldn’t come out of the microwave.

So I found myself standing over the stove, staring at a pot of rice. I had done up a quick garden salad and had got some chicken (free range, natch) which I would grill, but not until a bit more time had passed. Which didn’t seem to be happening.

Dawn bounded into the kitchen. “How’s it going, chef?”

“All right.” I checked my watch. “I have to keep an eye on this rice… make sure it doesn’t burn. The last time I tried to cook rice I ended up setting off the whole building’s fire alarms and ruined my roommate’s pot.”

“Yeesh, nothing worse than wasted bud.”

“I was talking about the pot that I was cooking with, Dawn.”

She giggled. “You know, just my usual stoner humour. But seriously, they say a watched pot never boils. Why don’t we go do something else?” She tugged at the low neckline of her tank top suggestively. She was already showing off her mountainous cleavage, and any more tugging might expose those glorious mounds to open air.

“I swear Dawn,” I said. “You’re going to wear me out.” She had warmed my bed for the first few nights, even invited me up to her own bedroom on Sunday. I had begun to grow quite fond of her curvy, earthy body and her enthusiastic thrusts. Although she had left me alone last night, perhaps going back to her regular lover. I tried to suppress the feeling of envy, but it didn’t go down easy.

Another laugh. “I meant go watch some TV or something. Geez, your mind goes straight to the gutter, doesn’t it?”

“What can I say? You’ve warped me.”

She leaned in and kissed me on the lips — but it was only a brief kiss, nothing like the long wet eternity of sucking that we had done before. “Flattery will get you everywhere. But back to work. I want to eat your food first.”

With that Dawn walked out of the room, her bubbly ass bouncing up and down on its own rhythm. I was hard again. I really needed to get control over that thing.

I lifted the lid and peeked into the rice pot. Nothing but a tower of bubbles, stacked on top of one another, but quickly vanishing when exposed to outside air. I didn’t know whether that was good or bad, so I quickly put the lid back in place.

I heard a few footsteps heading downstairs, and the familiar loud voice of Julia. “I’m just saying, I don’t care if the guy is secretly a raging queen. If he says he’s straight, that’s a no, and it’s not your job to go around converting people.”

Another voice — Simon’s. “See, you’re not really understanding the issue about men and homosexuality…”

“Oh, don’t mansplain things to me. I’m bi, and I don’t go around trying to seduce straight girls.”

“It’s not the same thing.”

The two turned a corner into the kitchen, and stopped abruptly. Their lips were sealed. I realized they must have been talking about me, particularly my late-night encounter with Simon on the first night, which hadn’t been repeated since. “Speak of the devil, eh?” I said, trying to turn it into a joke.

Simon ignored the comment. “Hey Mike. Whatcha making?”

“Nothing much, really. Rice, chicken, salad. The big challenge is making enough for seven.”

Julia walked over and popped a leaf of the salad into her mouth. “Too dry.”

“Well, we have like seven salad dressings here for a reason,” I said. “At least I hope we do.”

She shrugged. “It still tastes like something from a chain restaurant. I mean, no offence.”

“How could I possibly be offended by that?”

Julia’s constant barbs still got to me, but she had a point. When the meal finally got to the table the rice was soggy (my terror of burning made me take it off the stove too early), the salad was plain, and the chicken undercooked. Nobody else seemed to mind, but Julia was snarking her way through the meal like she was Anthony Bourdain.

“Don’t mind her,” said Padma as she got up to collect the plates. She leaned in to whisper to me. “Julia’s like a kid. When she makes fun of you like that, you know she’s got a crush.”

Somehow, I wasn’t so sure.

—

When you had been in the house for a while, the outside world started to seem like a strange and sort of frightening place. It was bright and sunny, and everyone walked around with their clothes on. The loud advertisements and petty conversations seemed almost aggressively hostile. But still, one couldn’t hole oneself out in a Victorian basement forever. These people were not so progressive that they didn’t charge rent.

And so it was out into the real world, to search for a job.

At a posh Annex clothes store: “We’re looking for someone who really fits our image.” I was a six-pack maslak escort and a steely gaze short of that.

At a data entry job, amidst the thunder of clattering keyboards: “Well, we are looking for someone with a bit more experience…” You can guess how that ended up.

At a sprawling electronics store: “Where do you see yourself in five years?”, followed by a long, awkward silence.

I returned to the house exhausted and battered, and collapsed on the nearest couch. I felt like digging a hole, crawling into it, and never emerging.

Padma came over to lick my wounds. “You know, there’s no reason to be upset,” she said. “They were crappy jobs anyway. And look at it this way: you were lucky to get that many interviews, the way things are today. People want you.”

“Nobody wants me,” I said. “I’m a twenty-one-year-old with a BA in something useless and a few years of fast food experience.”

Padma was silent for a little while. “Mike, what do you actually want to do? I mean, you can’t plan on working customer service all your life.”

I shrugged. “Why not? People do that.”

“Not happy people.” Padma sat down and let me rest my head in her lap. It sounds pathetic, but it was really comforting. “Just so you know, this isn’t a come-on. I’m still allergic to dick.”

I smiled. “Come on, baby. You give me a chance, I’ll take you to the moon.” She pinched me hard. “Ow!”

I was starting to understand why these people were always joking: because it was easier than answering those questions about the yawning future, about the life I still couldn’t choose.

“You should talk to Julia about this shit,” said Padma. “She might seem a bit frigid, but she actually thinks really deep about everything. Despite you and me, I think she’s the philosopher queen of this house.”

I wondered if Padma had temporarily lost her mind. “Julia? She just about bites my head off when I ask her to pass the salt. I’m not about to go to her with something like this.”

“Just ask if you can borrow a book. She’s got a lot of wisdom up in her library too. And don’t be so harsh on her. She’s good people. We all are, around here.”

I wondered if Padma would ever stop telling me how great everyone around here was. I was hoping that soon she wouldn’t have to tell me, that I would see what she saw in this bunch, but I wasn’t holding my breath.

—

Still, I found myself outside the hallway to Julia’s room, just about wearing a hole in the carpet with my pacing. I wasn’t sure how to approach her. I’d always had a hard time starting conversations, feeling as though I was forcing myself upon people. And I was sure she didn’t want to see me, let alone lend me her stuff.

The door popped open, and Julia stuck her head through. “Are you going to come inside, or just hang out stalking me all night?”

“I wasn’t stalking you!” I said quickly. “I was just heading back from the bathroom…”

“For the past ten minutes.” She sighed. “It’s okay. Come in.”

At first impression Julia’s room seemed to match the sophisticated impression she let on. The mature dark red walls poked out from the few gaps between the bookcases that lined the room. The nightstand was also covered with books, most of them with bookmarks sticking out of the middle of them. Most of the large room was taken up by a queen-sized bed and a meticulously clean computer desk. A subdued modern painting hang behind the computer.

All in all, a natural abode for an angry intellectual. Well, except for all the porn.

It took a moment to notice, but when you did it was staggering. Half of the shelves were made up entirely of smut, ranging from DVDs to magazines to racy erotic novels. Seemingly every combination of genders and sexual acts was represented — sitting side by side were An Angel’s Love written in a flowery font and Assman in Ass to the Future Part 3. It was enough to steam the glasses of even the most debauched person.

“Did you want something?” Julia said.

“You’ve, uh, got a lot of porn.”

“A very astute observation,” she said dryly. “Do you have an issue with that?”

I felt suddenly as though I was on trial, which I was beginning to register in my mind as the talking-to-Julia emotion. “Er, well, no… it’s just unexpected. What with your, uh, political bent.”

She shrugged. “Porn is the medium of our times. If we don’t make our mark in it, we’re abandoning it completely to the patriarchal assholes. And besides which, I like it — watching it and making it.”

“So they weren’t joking about you and your porn friends.”

Another shrug. I wasn’t sure I had seen Julia seem so equivocal before. “I’m trying to break into the alt-porn world. I have a website, and I edit videos for other people… I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.” The last bit in a sarcastic, not-really-sorry tone I usually heard out of my teenage sister.

That was it. I said, a bit louder than I meant to, “No, it doesn’t make me sarıyer escort uncomfortable. Why does everything have to be a goddamn confrontation with you? I’m not trying to attack you or anything, but you feel this need to add in these little biting comments whenever I ask a question or say anything or breathe wrong. I’m just trying to learn about you guys and how you live, and I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.”

A brief pause. I felt bad, worrying that I had hurt Julia. Then she fired back. “Well jeez, I’m sorry, White Guy Mike. I’m sorry we haven’t lined up to take your hand and carefully explain everything about ourselves to you. Clearly, we forgot our place.”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with–“

“I swear to Christ, what does Padma see in you? I mean, I know Dawn fucks anything that moves, but I expect Padma to at least have a little more sense.” “Jesus Christ!” Her face was red from yelling, and mine probably was too. “What did I ever do to piss you off? Do you just not like the way I look?”

“Basically, because to me you just look like another privileged slacker who’s here to collect his free pussy. At least the last guy had a job.”

Both of us had moved forward until we were right in each others faces, less than a foot between us. I theoretically towered over the petite Julia, but I was the one who seemed vaguely intimidated. We just stared at each other, trying to catch our breaths, and then we were kissing.

To be more precise, she kissed me, grabbing my head and pulling it down to meet her hot lips. Our bodies fell into familiar animal patterns and we stumbled over to the bed, our lips still locked. Her hands were rapidly unbuttoning my shirt.

“Wait,” I said, breaking away from her. “I thought this only happened in movies.”

“What, sex?” said Julia.

“No, the whole arguing-to-sex thing… I mean, who does that?”

Julia tossed off her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it. Her torso was thin and lean, and her breasts small and pert, riding proudly up on her chest. I found myself holding my breath. “I do. Just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean we can’t do it. Hell, it usually makes it better.”

I was still hesitant. Some how I felt like I was giving into her. She threw herself onto the bed and opened her jean-clad hips wide, making the invitation as clear as she could. “Now Mike, you can fuck me, or you can go back to your room and jack off like a pussy. What’s it going to be?”

That was it. I was discarding my clothes as fast as I could, and so was she. There was more skin than I could take in, all of it pale white save for the tattoos that littered her lithe youthful body. Her pussy was shaved clean — a shame, as I had been wondering what her real hair colour was. As soon as I tugged my underwear down around my ankles my cock sprang up, hard as a steel bar.

Julia lay on the edge of the bed, still spread eagle, her cunt practically beckoning me inside. It was not a moment for foreplay. I approached her, my cock red and eager.

“Condom,” she said. I gave her a wait, seriously? look. Julia pointed insistently at her bedside table. “Like I said, you should have got those tests.” Grumbling, I searched through the assortment of smut, sex toys and rare non-pornographic items that littered the nightstand until I found a big box of condoms, one of which I quickly applied to my erection. She didn’t move, just kept her damp and eager pussy staring toward me. Still standing up, I sheathed myself in her with one sharp motion. She let out a long gasp.

“You think you can take this?” I said.

“Try not to cum too fast, loverboy,” said Julia. Her taunt was probably more truthful. Her pussy was squeezing down on me in all kinds of wonderful ways, tight as a vice around my cock. Despite the abruptness of it all, she was warm and wet. As I stared down at her defiant expression, I knew that this girl could take — and wanted — the fiercest fucking I could give her.

So I gave it to her. I started thrusting hard and fast, and got harder and faster quickly. Every time I thrust in her pussy would grab at me with its warm hunger, not wanting to let go. I grabbed Julia’s legs and pulled them back as I thrust forward, managing to impale her on the full length of my cock. Every time I felt my cockhead hit the end of her slippery cunt she would grunt out a small, aggressive “God!” or “shit!” or “fuck!”

Julia leaned back on the bed while thrusting her hips in the air, her body seeming to be just an extension of the motion of my cock. I saw the ripples through her skin as I thrust in and out, and she thrust back. At this angle the penetration was a bit shallower, so I picked up the pace, finally earning a squeal of pleasure out of her.

“You like that, eh?” I said, trying to keep a shit-eating grin off my face as I thrust into her quivering cunt.

She just muttered a vague noise of contentment began pulling herself horizontally along the bed. Confused, I moved with levent escort her, staying inside her as she dragged her way to her nightstand. She reached over and grabbed some kind of vibrator — a white one plugged into the wall. With a flick of a switch it began to hum.

“What, am I not enough for you?” I said, half serious.

Julia pressed the bulbous shuddering head to her clit. “Just fuck me, asshole.”

What else could I do. I grabbed her hips roughly and began slamming into her, trying to wring every ounce of pleasure out of her dynamite little body. I was insulted by the vibrator, but I had to admit that the tremors going through her pussy felt good even to me, and she was howling and moaning from the direct sensation. We were both staring into each others’ eyes as we thrust against each other faster and faster. The anger hadn’t left us. If anything, it was intensifying, mixing with our arousal to form an edgy, narcotic sensation. The look on Julia’s face was a challenging sneer only occasionally interrupted by her gasps of ecstasy. It was a war to see who would conquer the other, whatever that meant.

She came first, jerking and spasming as she pumped her hips around my cock and against the vibrator. “Fuck… fuck… fuuuck…” was her breathy litany. I was soon after, slamming my hips against hers with one last agressive grunt. My body physically shuddered as the thrill of release coursed through me and I filled the condom with my seed.

My legs felt as though they were about to give out, so I let myself fall on the bed beside Julia. In the post-orgasmic rush, I couldn’t remember what we had been fighting about, but I was sure it was stupid. I draped an arm across her and offered her a genuine grin.

Julia backed up until her back was against the headboard and she was curled up into a little green-haired ball. She grabbed a box of cigarettes and a lighter from the mess at her bedside (seriously, what wasn’t in there?) and started smoking.

“You smoke?” I said. I would have been less surprised if it had been pot, but tobacco was so uncool.

“Only after sex,” Julia said. “I can be surprisingly old-fashioned sometimes.”

We didn’t say anything for a while. I guess I should be glad we didn’t just pick up the argument where it left off. Instead, I looked at Julia, trying to take her in while she had her guard down. She looked kind of funny, smoke curling around her ridiculous sweat-soaked hair, her pale body stained red in several places from exertion. Her legs were jittery, and she was trying to keep a tight hold on them.

“What are you staring at?” she said.

“You. You look good.”

“Yeah, well, so do you,” said Julia through her cigarette. “You ever thought about being on screen?”

I was taken aback. “Wait, are you trying to recruit me for one of your movies?” She nodded. “What was this, an audition?”

“Nah, the audition comes later.” She had a mischievous glint in her eyes. I gulped.

—

I was getting kind of cold. It was one of those chilly days you get in spring as a bitter reminder that winter will one day be back again. The house was poorly insulated, so all in all it was a poor environment to spend a long time lying on my bed naked.

“Are you almost finished?”

“Just a second,” said Julia, adjusting the camera settings for the umpteenth time. “This thing is kind of fiddly.”

I groaned and wondered how she had ever talked me into this. It sounded so simple when she described it, not really a big deal at all. Just jerk off on camera. What could be easier? But now that I was actually here, nude in my room in front of a fully clothed Julia armed with a handheld camera, I was starting to get cold feet. Cold dick might be more accurate. Cold everything, really. “You know, I just remembered I was supposed to borrow a book from you.”

Julia ignored me. “Okay, now the series is called ‘Confessions’,” she said. “So this is gonna be framed as a candid, personal moment.”

“That I’m sharing with the entire Internet?”

“Yes. So, what I want for you is to confess something at the start. Something sexy, but also honest. Like a fantasy you’ve had for a long time but been afraid to admit, or something.”

I blinked. I really didn’t have any secret fantasies, at least not any that I was aware of. “Um…. I’ve always wanted to have a threesome. Like, with two girls.”

“Mike, that’s really, really boring.”

I rolled my eyes. “Alright. I’ve always fantasized about eating a lemon tart off a Fijian lady’s shoulder while we were both dressed in lime-green PVC catsuits.”

Julia was not amused. “Okay, maybe the fantasy thing isn’t working. How about your first time?”

I thought about it, then winced. “My first time. Me and Cindy Richards. It was in this old abandoned house that the whole school used for sex. It was the first time, for both of us. On my 16th birthday. We both got our clothes off and I just stared at her naked for a while. It’s like, I’d spent the past three years watching porn every night, but I had never thought that kind of thing could happen on the other side of the screen. Then we both got kind of cold so we cuddled up together and I just kind of shoved it in her. She was dry and it hurt her, hurt me a bit too, but I kept going until I came a minute later. We broke up a couple weeks after that.”