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Es war einer dieser Tage, an denen die Luft zu stehen schien.

Eine fast unerträgliche Hitze lag über der Stadt, keine Wolke war am Himmel zu sehen.

Es war einer dieser Tage, an denen Maya am liebsten am See lag und sich die Sonne auf ihren schönen Körper scheinen ließ.

“So eine Hitze!”, dachte sich Maya, als sie genervt in ihr Auto stieg und den Unistress langsam vergass.

An diesem Tag trug Maya einen Jeansrock, der zur Hälfte ihrer Oberschenkel ging und ein gepunktetes Tshirt.

Dazu einen roten BH und einen roten Tanga, der sich schon den ganzen Vormittag lang klebrig an ihr anfühlte.

Als Maya bei ihrer Wohnung angekommen war, wartete dort schon Samantha auf sie.

Samantha und Maya teilten sich eine Wohnung, um die Kosten niedriger zu halten.

Samantha war 2 Jahre älter als Maya und bis auf die Größe von 1.70m hatte sie vom Aussehen her nicht viel mit Maya gleich.

Während Samantha lange blonde Haare hatte, hatte Maya braune Locken.

Samantha hatte große, feste Brüste mit hellen Nippeln, die sehr sensibel waren und oft schon bei kleinsten Berührungen hart wurden.

Maya hatte kleinere Brüste, dafür aber den runderen Po.

Beide Frauen hatten etwas erregendes, jedoch auch arrogantes an sich.

“Na, hast du mal wieder dein Schlüssel vergessen?”, neckte Maya die wartende Samantha mit einem Lachen.

Samantha streckte Maya die Zunge raus und beide fuhren mit dem Aufzug in den 5. Stock.

In der Wohnung angekommen verzog sich Samantha auf ihr Zimmer, um in Ruhe zu lernen.

Währenddessen überlegte sich Maya, was sie an diesem heißen Tag tun sollte und schließlich entschied sie sich duschen zu gehen.

Maya holte sich neue Wäsche aus ihrem Schrank und ging balıkesir escort damit ins Bad.

Dort zog sie sich aus und betrachtete sich in dem großen Spiegel, der in einer Ecke stand.

Sie lächelte ihr Spiegelbild an und drehte sich einpaar Mal im Kreis.

Dann ging sie rüber in die Dusche und stellte das Wasser an.

Das kalte Wasser prasselte auf sie runter und im ersten Moment erschrack Maya vor dem kalten Wasser.

Ihre Nippel richteten sich auf und ein Schauer durchlief ihren Rücken.

Nach kurzer Zeit gewöhnte sie sich an diese erfrischende Temperatur und genoss es das Wasser auf sich zu spüren.

Maya fing an sich einzuseifen, sie fing bei ihren Beinen an und arbeitete sich nach und nach weiter nach oben, wobei sie sich besonders viel Zeit an ihren Brüsten ließ.

Schließlich duschte sie sich langsam ab, bis alle Seifenreste verschwunden waren.

Dann stellte sie das Wasser etwas wärmer und stellte die Duschbrause so um, dass nur noch ein harter Strahl raus kam.

Sie setzte sich breitbeinig auf den Boden und schob ihre Schamlippen zur Seite, damit ihr Kitzler ganz frei dalag.

Dann entspannte sie sich und lächelte voller Vorfreude auf das was gleich kommen würde.

Maya schloß ihre Augen und der erste Strahl trag auf ihren Kitzler. darauf der zweite und dritte.

Nach jedem Strahl öffnete sie den Wasserhahn noch ein Stück weiter, bis er schließlich ganz offen war und sie vor ihrem Orgasmus stand.

Maya dachte an ihre heiße Mitbewohnerin und ihre Brüste.

Das Wasser spritzte nur so gegen ihren Kitzler und ihre Oberschenkel fingen an unkontrolliert zu zucken.

“Oh jaa..”,stöhnte Maya laut und ein weiterer Strahl schoss auf sie.

Nachdem sie ihren Badespaß beendet hatte und wieder bartın escort angezogen war, ging Maya raus aus dem Bad und war auf dem Weg in die Küche um noch ein Happen zu essen.

“Na da hatte aber jemand Spaß in der Dusche”, grinste Samantha, die plötzlich hinter Maya stand in nichts außer einem gelben Bikini.

Maya wurde rot im Gesicht drehte sich zu Samantha und schaute auf Samanthas hübsche Brüste.

Die beiden Frauen schauten sich in die Augen. Maya war von Samanthas grünen Augen gefesselt – plötzlich hatte sie das Bedürfnis Samantha anzufassen und zu küssen.

Auch Samantha war von der eliktrisierten Stimmung angesteckt und fixierte Maya.

Samanthas Kopf näherte sich dem von Maya und sie konnte den süßen Geruch des Duschgels auf Mayas Haut riechen, als sich beide küssten.

Erst ein kleiner, zögerlicher Kuss, bis sich die Zungenspitzen leicht berührten.

Maya legte die Hände um Samantha und spürte, wie sie immer feuchter wurde.

Sie fing an schneller zu atmen, während Samanthas Küsse fordernder wurden.

Samantha griff nach Mayas Hand und sie gingen zusammen auf Samanthas Zimmer.

Sie legten sich auf das ungemachte Bett und küssten sich weiter.

Samantha küsste sich an Mayas Hals runter zu ihrem Dekoltée.

“Mhmm.. das gefällt mir”, flüsterte Maya und entspannte sich.

“Dann weiß ich etwas was dir noch mehr gefallen wird”, antwortete Samantha darauf und streichelte über Mayas Brüste, bevor sie sich und Maya ganz auszog.

Maya streichelte über Samanthas Kopf, während diese sich ihren Weg zwischen Mayas Beine suchte.

Samanta gefiel der Anblick der rasierten Scheide, die schon glänzte voll Saft.

Samantha küsste Mayas Oberschenkel und arbeitete sich weiter nach innen.

Ihre Zunge berührte batman escort ganz sanft Mayas Kitzler.

Samantha genoss den Geschmack auf ihrer Zunge und schaute zu Maya hoch, die die Augen geschloßen hatte, um das ganze richtig genießen zu können.

Samanthas Zunge umspielte weiter Mayas Kitzler und sie merkte, wie Maya immer feuchter wurde.

Maya bewegte ihr Becken hoch und runter, um Samanthas Bewegungen zu intensivieren.

Dann spürte sie Samanthas Zunge an ihrem Scheideneingang und kurz darauf auch schon in sich.

“Oh Samanthaa”, stöhnte Maya und konnte kaum glauben wie gut sich das alles anfühlte.

Samantha saugte an Mayas Kitzler und leckte sie dann wieder mit breiter Zunge und bis zärtlich in ihren Kitzler.

Maya fing an sich zu winden und zu stöhnen.

Schließlich leckte, sog und biss Samantha sie in den Orgasmus.

Maya lag völlig verschwitzt auf dem Bett und sah Samantha an.

“Das war geil!”, grinste Samantha, deren Gesicht mit Mayas Saft verschmiert war.

Maya zog Samantha zu sich und küsste sie, wobei sie sich selber schmecken konnte.

“So Süße, jetzt bin ich dran”, flüsterte Maya Samantha zu und drückte ihre Beine auseinander.

Samantha war schon vom lecken so aufgegeilt, dass Mayas Finger ohne Probleme in sie eindringen konnten.

“Jaa, gibts mir Süße”, stöhnte Samantha sofort los.

Maya wusste, dass Samantha es gern etwas härter hat, so stoß sie feste mit den Fingern in Samantha rein, bis noch mehr Saft kam.

Maya beugte sich über Samanthas Brüste und knabberte an ihren Nippeln, während sie Samanha noch fester fingerte.

Samantha stöhnte und schrie leicht auf, als noch ein Finger mehr von Maya in sie reinstoß.

“Du bist so geil! Ich will dich”, stöhnte Samantha kurz vor dem Orgasmus.

Maya biss in Samanthas Kitzler und Samantha stöhnte noch einmal auf, bevor sich ihre Geilheit im Orgasmus entlud.

Die Frauen kuschelten sich aneinander und küssten sich.

“Das war so geil! Ich freue mich schon auf das nächste mal” murelte Samantha in Mayas Hals, während sie sie dort küsste.

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Chapter 3 Naughty Neighbours

Author’s Note: Thank you all for your comments and I appreciate them. Yes, I am stringing it out. But I am writing a story about a suburban housewife in a long-term happy marriage who explores a side of sexuality she never knew she had.

In the first three chapters, including this one, the loving couple central to this story are attempting to deal with a tension in their lives caused by his frequent business trips. His fiercely loyal wife is subject to boredom and sexual frustration. Bob learns that their neighbour, Jane is trying to seduce his wife into joining a group of housewives who are in a similar situation. He encourages her to let herself be seduced as long as she comes back to him when he at home.

The first three chapters, including this one, describe how they work things out between them at the same time as Jane works at seducing her.

In my view, if the story develops too quickly, it loses plausibility. While this story is pure fiction, I want the characters and plot to be plausible and as realistic as possible. The seduction of a straight wife in a happy marriage would seem to me to take time. Otherwise, the character and the plot lose plausibility.

This story is really about bisexual women. I put it in the lesbian category because the focus of the action in story is on women, especially the main character, Beth, and her neighbour, Jane. Beth’s husband, Bob, is the only male character who plays a prominent role.

I can assure my readers that the story will move much faster in the next and subsequent chapters.

* * *

Jane called Beth a couple of days later, a Thursday. She had some shopping to do at the mall and could use the company. They could make a day of it and have a lunch at the food court. That sounded like a good idea and Beth readily agreed. It was an excuse to get out of the house.

After lunch, they picked a few more things and returned by car to Jane’s house. So far, it had been just an ordinary day, an outing by two neighbours who were also friends.

“Let’s try again,” Jane said.

“Try what?”

“Having a drink at a bar,” she said. “I promise. This one a reputable. I checked it out. We can walk. It’s not far from here,” Jane informed her neighbour. “It’s early afternoon. I don’t think the male bar flies are out yet. If we’re unlucky, and they bother us, we’ll just swat them away.” She made a back-handed gesture like she was dealing with an insect.

Beth chuckled at the dismissive way she brushed off the idea of other men trying to pick her up.

As they walked, Beth thought about her current life, her friend, and the things that had happened in the last few weeks. Both women, who were still very good-looking despite being middle-aged. They could still attract guys of varying ages who regarded unaccompanied MILFs as fair game in their hunt to get laid.

Beth was not interested in cheating on her husband with another man no matter how good he looked or how smooth he talked. Not even alcohol could break down the barrier that separated her marriage from the rest of the male population. She was impervious to their phoney charm, their empty promises, and deceptive blandishments. She was steadfastly in loyal to her Bob. Beth knew that Jane’s views on marriage and other men coincided with hers.

The two women arrived in the bar around 2:00. The place was practically empty. The lunchtime crowd had gone back to their jobs while the end of the work day crowd was still hours away. Good, no bar flies to worry about and therefore no harassment. If a bar fly showed up, he would be shooed away. Their preference was to be left to themselves.

They ordered a couple of drinks and talked about all and sundry. They seemed to settle back into the kind of relationship that they had had before the inadvertent visit to the lesbian bar had shaken it.

After her third drink about an hour later, Beth was already becoming tipsy. She drank rarely, her tolerance for alcohol was low and her small frame meant that whatever she drank would have greater and faster effect then it would have on her much larger friend. She started mentally cursing herself for drinking too quickly. She knew better than to do that. Alcohol diminished her inhibitions. Was she doing this subconsciously?

As Beth finished her third drink, Jane placed her hand on Beth’s thigh and said, “Tom told me he had a little talk with your husband the other day.”

Beth was slightly tipsy. She focussed on Jane’s implied question. She knew what Jane wanted to know. In a slightly slurred voice, she said, “He basically said it was up to me. He will agree with whatever I decide.”

“Cool! You’re a lucky woman,” Jane said, “to have such an indulgent husband.”

‘Lucky?’ Beth thought. ‘I haven’t done anything.’

So far, Beth had not reacted to the touch of Jane’s hand on her thigh. Jane didn’t try to rub her thigh. So Beth decided to treat her touch as a friendly gesture from a close friend. Her mood had changed and her perceptions had altered under influence of the drinks. But Beth’s aksaray escort mindset had also changed over the last few weeks. She wasn’t quite sure how. But she was certain there would no repetition of the experience she had had in the lesbian bar. Beth was confident that nothing could or would happen. They were in a public place even if the bar was practically empty.

When Jane stroked her, Beth felt felt the first signs of sexual arousal. She liked the feel of her hand. In sex, touch was the most important of the five senses. Sight, taste, or smell and or hearing were secondary. She pretended not to notice and made no attempt to stop Jane, figuring that Jane could do nothing much more anyway. Besides, maybe she was just being friendly.

Another drink drink later, Beth was feeling a definite buzz. “No more,” Beth proclaimed. “Otherwise you’ll have to carry me home.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” Jane agreed. “I don’t want to sling you over my shoulder and carry you home,” she joked. “Okay, just one more for the road. Then we go. That last drink shouldn’t hit you until you get home.”

Beth started to protest but she was already too late. Jane had already ordered their last drinks. Beth gulped hers down.

“Oh dear,” I think you’re really feeling it now,” Jane observed. “Let’s go, sweetie.”

The walk back home took a little longer than the walk to the bar because Beth was feeling a little wobbly and needed Jane’s help. When they reach Beth’s house, they stood in front of the door as Beth fumbled in her purse for her keys. “Here they are,” she giggled as she lifted up the keys to show Jane.

She fumbled again while trying to unlock the door.

“Let me help you,” Jane said. “I think that last drink was one too many.”

“You think so?” Beth slurred, giggling.

“I know so,” she confirmed.

Jane guided her to her bedroom. I think you need to sleep it off,” she told her friend.

“Oh god, I can really feel it now,” Beth complained as she sat on the bed. “I really shouldn’t drink.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” Jane replied. “Just let it relax you.”

Beth was still in her street clothes. As she never slept on the bed in street clothes, she started to take them off, but she was feeling so woozy and had difficulty even undoing a button on her blouse.

“Let me give you a hand,” Jane offered. She undid the buttons of Beth’s blouse and helped pull her arms out of the sleeves. The skirt came next. Jane’s hands felt so warm as she pulled Beth’s skirt down, leaving Beth in her bra and underwear. Normally, Beth would have objected to the idea of someone taking clothes off, but in her inebriated state, she could not object. Beth enjoyed Jane’s touches.

Likewise, Beth’s addled mind and slow responses did not immediately register Jane’s removal of her bra. Instead of asking Beth to turn around so that she could unclip the bra more easily, Jane had reached around Beth from the front so that they were chest to chest. Jane took her time finding the clip and undoing it. These touches seemed to linger.

Jane sniffed Beth’s neck “Hmm, you smell good, baby.” Then she snuggled her nose into Beth’s neck, then gave her a kiss just under the ear and then just as briefly, nibbled her ear. It was an act that elicited a groan of pleasure, but no resistance, from her inebriated friend.

Despite her alcohol-driven buzz, Beth thought that she should have objected. This woman who was trying to excite her. Trying? Jane was succeeding because Beth could feel the first stirrings of her arousal. Her consumption of alcoholic had reduced her inhibitions and simultaneously increased her tolerance for her neighbour’s sexual overtures. Before she could finally muster an objection, however, Jane stopped and guided her to lie down on the bed.

Beth was feeling very drowsy and was heading toward sleep. “You are so beautiful, you know,” she heard her neighbour friend say. Beth saw arousal in Jane’s. Jane reached down and cupped Beth’s breasts. Beth was in no condition to resist. Her nipples stiffened in response. They were extremely sensitive. They hardened when Jane touched them with her fingers and pulling on them lightly. Beth groaned with obvious pleasure.

Jane took a nipple in her mouth and sucked on it. Beth groaned. It felt so good. She wished the sucking would go on forever. She was disappointed when Jane let go of her nipple but his disappointment came to a very short end as Jane took the other nipple in her mouth and gave it the same treatment.

The alcohol’s effect on Beth was increasing to the point where she was becoming very sleepy. Then she felt a warm hand stroke the soft velvety smoothness of her inner thigh. She moaned as Jane’s hot hand approached her swelling pussy lips briefly stroke them. Her pussy was wet. Its scent was broadcasting its desires.

“Sleep,” Jane said. “I’ll see myself out.” Then she gave her a kiss that oozed with her own desire, but Beth was already in dreamland.

Jane reasoned that, if Beth woke up upset, she have plausible deniability amasya escort on her side. She could claim that her alcohol-addled friend had just dreamed about what she did to her. Jane;s real hope was that she had aroused her little friend enough to cause her to think about the possibilities of female sex.

As she left, Jane made sure that her neighbour’s door was locked and then returned to her own home.

About two hours later, Beth woke up. She remembered Jane bringing her home, but what happened after that she wasn’t sure. Did she have a sexy dream? Was it real? She couldn’t be sure. What she did know was that she had consumed too much alcohol, too much for her that is, because Jane could handle the same quantity and hardly be affected by it. She needed to learn her lesson. A shot of booze in her petite frame had a much a greater impact than on larger people like Jane, or their husbands. At least the sexy part of what happened, whether real or imagined, she wasn’t sure which, had not upset her as much this time.

* * *

As scheduled, Bob came back on Friday to a wife who felt somewhat guilty about drinking too much. She told him that she and Jane had gone shopping and had needed up in a regular bar. She had made the mistake of drinking too much again, at least for a person of her size and known temperance.

“That’s okay, hon,” Bob told his wife. “I’m not expecting you to stay cooped in the house all day long, but be careful about the drinking,” he advised. “You’ve never been good at handling alcohol. It got you into trouble the last time. Did anything interesting happen this time?” he then asked.

“I remember Jane bringing me home. I was so drowsy. She helped me into bed. Jane and took my clothes off.” She did not specify the manner in which Jane removed her bra, but she did say, “Jane made a pass at me. She kiss and nibbled on my neck.”

Having learned that Jane was bisexual, this information perked Bob’s interest.

“I’m not sure what else happened,” Beth continued. Like II told you, I was very drowsy,” she replied. “I don’t even remember seeing Jane leave.”

“And that’s it?” he asked, almost sounding disappointed.

“I had some strange dreams too,” she confessed.

“What strange dreams?” he asked.

She hesitated, then flushed. “I dreamed that Jane sucked on my nipples, and then she put her hand, you know, down there. Or at least I think it was a dream. I’m not sure.”

“You think?”

“Well, I can’t be sure. I was groggy and about to fall asleep,” she answered.

Bob had an odd look on his face. He had this picture in his mind of their voluptuous beautiful neighbour sucking his wife’s tits or diddling her sweet little pussy. The idea that he was sharing Beth’s tits with their sexy neighbour turned him on.

Beth saw the look on his face too. Knowing him as well she did, she glanced down to see a noticeable bulge in his pants. She suspected that the thought of two women, especially if it included his own wife, getting it on with each other had excited him.

Be that as it may, Beth had her own need to satisfy, plus she was still uncomfortable with the concept of sex between women. She wanted to divert Bob’s attention away from thoughts about his wife having a sexual liaison with a woman to their more urgent common need for sexual release. Normally, Beth did not take the sexual initiative but she was not shy either in signalling her sexual receptiveness. First she or he would hint, she by looking sexy to entice him, he by stroking or groping her. He led. She followed.

The signals were understood on both sides. Each gave the other a smouldering look that could have ignited a forest fire if the look was transformed into lightening.

“How do you want me?” she asked almost breathlessly. The talk of sex and mutual desire were fuelling their libidos. Her question was her modest way of saying, ‘Fuck me. Fuck me now!’

Bob was no fool. He knew what she wanted right now. It was not lovemaking. She wanted to rut, to have her mate take and fill her with his baby-making seed. He was more than happy to indulge his little wife.

He put his hand between her legs to assess the state of her readiness. She was already soaked. He guessed that the talk about what Beth might or might not have done, depending on what was real and what a dream, had fired up his little wife again.

He was always eager to profit from his wife’s horny state. So when she asked how, he said, “Doggy style.”

Without any further word, he pushed her onto her hands and knees and pressed her head down so that it almost touched the floor. Lowering her upper body had the desired effect of raising the angle of her pussy in an upward direction making it easier for Bob to see her juicy mound. Her wet pussy her lips seemed to smile at him.

Getting in position behind her, he tasty twat a very generous lick which caused his wife to moan in pleasure. Pointing his sword to the entrance of her sheath, he slid his hard manhood into her until it was completely inside her. Nothing gave antalya escort him more pleasure that to bury his cock as deep into her body a he could go. Her body was the only place in the world where his penis truly felt it was at home.

Bob grabbed her hips to keep her in place while he started ramming her from behind. It was Beth’s favourite position when she was in the mood for sex for its own sake. In truth, Beth liked all positions that filled the void between her legs, but this particular position involved having a big alpha male asserting his sexual dominance over his little female, taking his pleasure with her while breeding her.

Since the following day was a Sunday, the couple slept in and enjoyed each other’s company. On Sunday night, the couple made love, enjoying an intimacy with each other that was impossible to share with anyone else.

* * *

Bob’s next client was relatively close to home this time, close in the sense that the distance was not as great as most of his business trips had been, It was still too far enough to commute but not close enough to justify a flight. Bob wanted to take their car this time and turn his next assignment into a road trip. But he was concerned about putting his wife at a disadvantage because she used to go shopping and run errands. Beth assured him that she could manage. She was confident that Jane would help out if necessary. Jane was a good neighbour that way. Bob expected to be back by Friday afternoon.

On Tuesday, Beth heard a knock on the door. It had to be Jane. She opened the door. “Good timing, Jane, I was just making a fresh pot of coffee. Want some?” she asked her neighbour.

Jane smiled. “Sure, I’ve had one already but I could use another one.”

The first thing Beth noticed was how Jane was dressed. She was wearing an orange one-piece cleavage dress that partly cover her generous breasts but did not leave all that much to the imagination. The upper half of her breasts were fully exposed. The material recovered the remaining parts with a cloth was so thin that the outline of her nipples could be easily seen.

The dress was very short. It made her beautiful legs look long and showed off her full feminine thighs. She seemed to have miles and miles of legs. She wore no leg wear other than her high-heels. Beth had never seen her wear high-heels casually, only when she went out with her husband on a special occasion.

Jane twirled around to reveal her large but shapely ass. Beth could not help but stare at her because Jane was dressed to kill. All in all, Jane’s stance was overtly sexual.

Jane noticed that her friend was distracted. “Hello, Beth, are you there?” Jane called, waving her hand in front of Beth’s face.

“Oh, yes, hello,” Beth answered. “You look different.”

“How so?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you you’re going to a party, except who parties in the morning?”

“I’d like to,” Jane said suggestively.

Beth ignored the comment. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re trying to get your husband to…” she searched for the words.

“Make Tom hot for me?” she finished laughing. “It works on him alright, except that he’s gone on one of his business trips.”

Beth couldn’t help but staring at the woman’s generous breasts again. They had to be at least twice the size of hers. ‘My tits are enough to fill my husband’s hands, but this girl, wow, she would need two sets of hands.’ She giggled at the thought of two men teaming up to play with Jane’s most prominent assets. She barely managed to suppress a giggle.

But their were no men here. Her eyes fixated on her friend’s bosom, it dawned on Beth that Jane’s sexy exhibition was really meant for her! Unlike Beth, Jane was never shy about wearing clothes that show off her generous assets to the public. She had seen her wear similar clothes when her husband, Tom, accompanied her. Apparently, he enjoyed showing off his wife to other men as much as she liked showing herself off. Beth was clearly was something of an exhibitionist, not just to men but women too. Beth could never do that. The only person she ever displayed herself to was her own husband.

“What are you thinking, girl?’ Jane asked.

“Nothing,” Beth lied, red-faced.

Jane called her out. “Liar, you were looking at my tits and thinking about something.” She pulled material off her breasts. Her gelatinous breasts tumbled out into the open air. Using her hands, she shook them in front of Beth’s face. “My Tom belongs to a class of men who likes really large breasts. Some women are fascinated by them too,” she said pointedly.

Beth blushed furiously. “Why are doing this, Jane? You’re embarrassing me.”

“I’m just satisfying your curiosity,” Jane answered. “It’s written all over your face. One of your delightful characteristics is that you wear your heart on your sleeve and your face can be read like a book. You would make for a very lousy poker player.”

Beth tried to turn away but making eye contact was human nature. But Beth’s eyes kept wandering to Jane’s breasts again. She couldn’t imagine tits of that size on her own chest. Then she wondered how such big breasts would feel like. Mentally, she shook off the thought and tried to look away again. But Jane’s mammaries seemed to be acting like magnets. Her eyes kept switching between Jane’s eyes and her tits.

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It was a simple idea. There was a woman off one of my favorite forums that loved to toy with the idea of bondage and the like. Even though she lived across the state from where my wife and I lived, we had never met before. She was hell bent however on allowing me the chance to try some light bondage on her. In return, she was dead set on initiating my wife into the sisterhood of Bisexuality. Perhaps some background would explain it….

I am your average thirty four year old married guy and in the last ten years, I have had the opportunity to learn various things about the BDSM lifestyle. Although it was hard to get my loving wife of twelve years into it, soon she too was going knee deep into it. My wife is a very curvy thirty years old, the Goddess blessed her with very wide hips and a wonderful set of breasts. Just recently, she had her nipples pierced with barbells and it had really added to their sensitivity. I love the way she wears her shirts without a bra and she winces every time the shirt rubs over her erect nipples.

My wife was also Bi-curious.

For as long as she could remember, she was a big fan of girl watching almost as much as I was. She would love to tell me how tight a woman’s ass was as they passed by or how she would want to motorboat a woman’s chest just to see my reaction. Yet in all her curiosity, she had never had the chance to live out her desires. It wasn’t as if she would willingly stray on me with another woman, but she was unsure if another woman would be willing to lick her pussy or allow her to perform the same.

As my Instant Messenger friend Dee and I were discussing whether she should get her own nipples pierced, this whole idea came up. I would love to say that Dee is a sexy cyber partner of mine, but alas we never cybered, in fact, except for asking each other questions we were pretty much just cyber buddies. Dee lived on the other side of the Cascade Mountains from us, almost a six hour trip. Before, we never talked about meeting just because of the trip time and the price of gas, so when Dee suggested that I bring my wife Bridget to a central place for lunch, I was floored. Bridget had always wanted to meet some tarsus escort of my cyber friends and since she was not as introverted as she used to be, she wanted to show off her new piercings. So we made plans to meet in a small town about three hours away from each of us.

During the rest of the week preceding the trip, Dee and I were on IM every night talking like normal. However, she would pepper our conversations with ideas about how I could bring my leather cuffs or how she could be tied down while my wife ate her out. This wasn’t the same Dee I usually talked to, but I figured our relationship online told her enough about me that she felt comfortable confiding in me about her ideas. The packing of my bags didn’t help either when I saw my wife bringing her largest dildo and her clit stimulator. She also brought up bringing our cuffs and our rope kit as well as our blindfold. In Bridget’s eyes, we were going to have fun after we met Dee.

The drive over had Bridget sleeping in the passenger seat while she wore her white Jenna Jameson half shirt and her tennis skirt with no panties as I have requested. My attire was simply a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. As we neared the hotel where I made reservations, I saw Dee for the first time. Dee’s hair was in a ponytail and she wore a white tank top that barely covered her breasts. Her blue jeans sat low on a pair of gorgeous hips with her open toed shoes showing off her pedicured pink toenails. After we pulled up and I got out of the car, she ran up to me and gave me the biggest of hugs. I felt her nipples through her top and noticed how hard they were already. She stood back and gave me the once over before smiling and turning to my wife. I introduced them and as Bridget attempted a handshake Dee grabbed her and hugged her tightly. The girls waited outside while I went and checked in with my credit card, once all was set I walked back outside to see them chatting like old sorority sisters.

As I opened the trunk and grabbed the bags, I saw Dee walking away and grabbing her bag from her car. When I asked if she had her room yet, she simply responded that since we were talking about tatvan escort body piercing and all that stuff she figured we would all room together. Inside my pants, my cock was excited. I looked at Bridget and noticed the look on her face was more puzzled than anything else. As we saw the room, we noticed one king sized bed and little else. I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom while I tried to figure out what to do. As I walked out, I noticed that Bridget already started pulling out the leather cuffs and ropes out to show Dee. It was almost like Bridget was putting on a clinic about basic bondage gear and Dee was eating it up.

Speaking of eating, I suggested that I go to the local supermarket to pick up some sandwich stuff and the girls agreed in unison. I quickly excused myself and went down the elevator to the front desk to discover where the market was. As I was about to go out the front door, I remembered that I left my wallet back in the room. Not thinking anything different, I went back upstairs and put my key in the lock, as the door opened, I was treated to the sight of my wife’s shirt above her naked breasts and Dee’s mouth attached to one of them. The sight was both a shock and a massive turn on at the same time. I edged closer, and watched as Dee continued to suckle on Bridget’s breast while Bridget finished removing her shirt. She looked at me almost as if to ask what did I think was going to happen. She pointed towards the chair in the corner and I sat down watching as Bridget held her hand on Dee’s head and pushed it into her breasts harder.

Dee’s response after Bridget letting her go was to lean back and untie her tank top from behind her head. I saw Dee’s beautiful breasts for the first time and was amazed she wanted to get them pierced. They were tear dropped shaped and partially hidden by her black hair cascading down, but were capped by the most gorgeous nipples I had seen. I looked over and saw my wife’s breasts with the purple barbells showing on either side of the erect nipple and thought they were almost twins. Dee then reached down and undid her jeans to reveal her gorgeous ass to my sight, she tavşanlı escort was void of panties and was already soaking wet. Bridget then pushed her back on the bed and proceeded to bury her head between Dee’s legs. As a man, I thought she would immediately plunge her tongue inside her pussy and proceed to fuck her with it, but I saw Bridget was taking her time to lick on Dee’s inner thigh before just pressing her tongue against Dee’s shaven pussy lips. Dee began squirming as Bridget kept her ministrations on her while Dee pulled on her nipples and moaned loudly.

I sat there with my jeans tightening around my cock, standing long enough to pull my t-shirt off and strip off my pants. As I was almost back in the chair, I heard my wife tell me that Dee needs some dick inside her mouth, I took the cue and crawled on the bed. Before I had a chance to do anything, Dee had her hand on my cock and was pulling it towards her mouth. It had been a number of years since anyone but my wife had touched my cock. The excitement already had precum leaking from the tip where Dee was licking with her tongue. It was then I heard Bridget tell me to fuck her mouth. She coerced Dee into moving so her head hung over the edge of the bed so I could give the naughty minx a face fucking. Her throat was very tight massaging my shaft as I slid in and out while I watched my wife’s tongue fucking Dee. Dee’s hips began to thrust towards Bridget as I felt my dick hardening more.

I pulled out and watched as Bridget took the leather cuffs and cuffed Dee’s hands behind her back. She flipped Dee onto her knees, and motioned for me to get behind her. Bridget took Dee by her hair and pushed her head against Bridget’s shaven pussy. As Dee began to lick her, I plunged my dick inside her and began to marvel about how tight and wet her pussy was. My hands found their way to her hips and I started pounding inside her faster as I watched my wife lean her head back. I watched Dee’s expert tongue doing things to my wife’s pussy I never saw before.

I was debating on whether to cum inside Dee or not, Dee made the decision for me by pushing herself back so I couldn’t pull out before I emptied myself inside her. As she flipped over onto her back, my wife was there plunging her tongue deep inside Dee to clean her out. I fell back onto the bed and watched as the girls began to share my seed between them before I reached over and uncuffed Dee. I was also looking forward to a very memorable weekend.

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I wanted to be one of the first to wish you a happy birthday, and I wanted to do it in a very special way…

We decide to go to dinner and the movies for your birthday. We get to the restaurant, and are seated at a table in the corner of the restaurant where it is quiet and more intimate. Instead of bright lighting, the area is lit by soft candles. The waiter brings us some wine, and I make a toast…”to a very exciting evening.” You wonder what I mean by this, seeing as our plans are just dinner and a movie, but you don’t ask aloud because you know that I always have something up my sleeve.

I sit close to you at the table, so that I can rest my hand on your thigh. The appetizers are served, and I begin to feed you. This night is for you, and I will take care of you in every way. I am wearing a low-cut blouse, so that you can see my cleavage as I lean toward you with each morsel of food. I accidentally drip some sauce on my chest, and you lick it off me. It’s so nice to have some privacy in such a busy restaurant. While we wait for the main course to be served, we continue to drink our wine and my hand moves from your thigh to your crotch. I can feel the bulge pressing up against your pants. I whisper in your ear how much I want you, and that our evening has just begun. I place light kisses on your cheek, ear and neck…

We eat our meal, and decide to forego dessert, because I insist that it will come later. We pay for dinner, and leave for the movies. We get to the theater, and pick a movie that we know not many people are going to…obviously in search of more privacy. We get some popcorn and drinks and find some seats in the back of the theater. The previews start and you begin munching on some popcorn.

You feed me a kernel and I suck the butter off your fingers. You feed me another kernel, and I suck again. This is obviously turning you on. You lean in to kiss me, a very passionate kiss. I suck on your bottom lip, and then I feel your tongue searching and exploring mine. I feel a hand on my breast, and my nipples instantly go erect. You squeeze and pinch my nipples, making me moist down below. I instinctively reach down to my pussy and begin to rub. You see me doing this and whisper in my ear how much you’d like to taste and lick me. By now, we’ve completely missed the beginning of the movie.

We notice that there is just one other couple in our theater, and they are as disinterested in the film as we are. We begin to hear noises coming from where they are sitting, and we peer over to watch. This turns us on even more. I boldly tepebaşı escort get up and ask them if they would like to join us. They readily agree, but first they want to watch us for a while. We all move to the front of the theater to give us more room to move about.

As I sit in the seat, you stand in front of me. I reach down and unzip your fly, releasing your already hard cock. You straddle my chair and offer yourself for me to lick, taste, suck…I offer my tongue to you and slowly circle the head of your cock, tasting your pre-cum. You have one foot in the aisle, and the other leg is propped on the arm of my seat. You grab me by my hair and pull my head closer to you. I wrap my mouth around your cock, my tongue sliding all around…and as I am sucking on you, I feel someone tugging on my pants. The woman is so aroused by watching us that she wants to taste my pussy now. I continue to suck harder on your cock, milking it with my tongue…and she slides her tongue between my pussy lips and enjoys the sweet taste of my juices.

Her man continues the action by getting behind her while she is on her hands and knees at my pussy and slides his cock into her. With every thrust of his cock into her pussy, her tongue thrusts into my pussy, and your cock thrusts into my mouth. It is with such intensity that we are all in rhythm together…fucking. I decide that I want to feel your cock deep inside my cunt…and the other couple wants to try a different position too…so, you lay on your back just below the movie screen…I explain to the other couple that it is your birthday, so we decide to give you a gift. I tell you to close your eyes and you will get a big surprise…I slide myself onto your cock, the tightness of my pussy driving you crazy…and then you smell the distinct scent of pussy at your face, and you open your eyes to see the other woman sitting on your face…you begin to suck and lick her, while she sucks and licks her man, who is standing in front of her.

Now, with each thrust of your cock into me, you are thrusting your tongue into her cunt, tasting all the juices she has to offer…we are all building up to an incredible orgasm. I am playing with my pussy while you are fucking me, and I can feel your cock throbbing inside me, almost ready to cum. I hear the woman moaning as you suck on her clit, and her man is moaning as she sucks on him too. We all begin to spasm and we drown out the film with our sounds of pleasure. The credits are already beginning to roll, and the lights come up as we quickly torbalı escort put our clothes back on…we say our goodbyes and leave the movie theater…

We decide to head home to continue your birthday celebration, but I insist that we stop at the grocery store to pick up a loaf of bread. We arrive at the store with just a couple minutes before closing. I get an idea, and I pull you into the bathroom with me. We hide there for about a half hour, and when we emerge, the store has closed and we are alone. I grab your hand and head for the produce aisle…I know how much you like produce…

As we are walking, you start grabbing me and tickling me…I squirm from your grasp, giggling all the way, and as you try to reach out for me, you accidentally rip my blouse. Instead of getting upset, I get more aroused. I start kissing you passionately, grabbing at your shirt, pulling it over your head so I can feel your skin next to mine. You unsnap my bra and my nipples are suddenly rubbing against your chest. You lay me down and start kissing me all over, from my head down to my breasts, down my tummy, to the waist of my pants…you slip them off me, marveling at the fact that I’m not wearing panties (again!) and you keep kissing your way down my body.

You kiss my inner thighs, behind my knees, down to my ankles. You get up and take off your own pants and boxers, and tell me to wait a minute while you go get something for us to play with. When you come back, you have a nice sized cucumber, and I am busy playing with myself. I have a three fingers in my pussy, my back arched, and my knees bent. You get right between my legs and offer to replace my fingers with the cucumber. You want to fuck me with it. I happily oblige. It feels so good, filling up my pussy, my juices coating it. You take it out and offer it to me for a bite, which I take, and so do you.

It is my turn to find something to play with, so you stay there and wait for a minute. I find my way to the bakery department, and choose a chocolate covered donut. I come back and I slide the donut onto your hard cock, and begin to eat it off you. I lick the chocolate off, accidentally rubbing my tongue on your cock at the same time. The sensation is driving you mad. After I lick off the chocolate, I slide the donut off your cock, and wrap my mouth around it instead…the suction of my mouth and tongue on you is almost too much to handle…your cock throbs as the low hum in my throat causes a vibrating sensation…you can’t wait anymore, and you shoot your cum into toroslar escort my mouth – I swallow it with each spurt…sucking more and harder…draining every drop.

I ask you to go to the seasonal department and find out if the store has any lawn chairs – you know the long ones you can use to lie out and sunbathe…while I go shopping for some other ingredients to have fun with…

I find you in the center of the store and you have found the chair, along with some beach towels and some sparkling cider and wine glasses…I myself brought some chocolate syrup, whipped cream and cherries. I lie down in the chair and pour some chocolate over my breasts and my pussy…I have you spray whipped cream on the chocolate and I top each spot with a cherry. I also brought a candle which I anchor between my pussy lips, deep in the whipped cream. I light the candle and sing you happy birthday, and tell you to make a wish. You waste no time in doing so, and then ravenously partake of your birthday “cake”. You lick my breast clean to the nipples, biting on them, savoring them…you leave a chocolate trail as you slide down to my pussy, burying your nose in the whipped cream, eating the cherry, and sucking all the juice from my pussy. We pour more chocolate on me, and then on you, rubbing it in and licking each other all over. I take a sip of sparkling cider and then I start sucking on your cock again, the carbonation leaving a tingling sensation as I suck. I get on my hands and knees on one of the beach blankets…you grab at my chocolate covered breasts…you spank my ass and finger my pussy…

I begin to moan as you slide your cock in me from behind. You push yourself deep inside me…in and out…harder and faster…you grab my shoulder with your left hand, trying to get more leverage as you pound yourself into me…reaching around to my pussy with your right hand, playing with my clit as you fuck me. Your left hand goes from my shoulder to my hair, pulling on it as you drive your cock harder and faster…I am screaming with pleasure as you fuck me, telling you how good it feels as you fill me up…your cock is ready to explode inside of me and you let out a cry as you cum, your cock forcing deep as you unload every last drop. We collapse from sheer exhaustion in each others arms, each of us smiling from ear to ear with joy from such a wonderful birthday celebration…and then we sleep…

Until suddenly the lights all go on in the store…it is 6:30 a.m., and the manager has just arrived. We quickly gather up our clothes and the beach towels, and rush toward the bathroom. We clean each other off as best we can, getting off most of the chocolate and residual whipped cream, and put our clothes back on. At 7, the doors open to the store and we sneak back out of the bathroom, and head home…

Wait a minute…didn’t we forget the loaf of bread? LOL…

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This story is dedicated to the real Penny who requested it, inspired it and helped to shape it. The people and events portrayed, however, are the product of the authors’ imagination.

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Most women have a secret indulgence: chocolate, maybe, or shoes; jewellery for some, soap operas or magazines for others. Penny’s indulgence was lingerie, and where lingerie was concerned she had firm principles, which didn’t include thrift. Her underwear wardrobe was extensive, varied and expensive.

Penny was thirty-seven. Her large breasts were firm and looked good in bras that made the most of her nipples; her round arse was at its most provocative in silk or satin; she liked tight sheer panties that moulded the mound of her vagina and the cleft of her shaven labia, though there were times when she wanted them half concealed in french knickers that allowed easy access for exploring fingers. Curiously – and she was unable to explain this to herself – she found white cotton helped when she was preparing to masturbate. Variety contributed much to her sex life. Penny liked to fuck and be fucked and she knew how to turn on a man – usually Mark, her husband, but not always.

Much of her intimate shopping was done by mail order, but one day she saw an advertisement for the opening of a new lingerie boutique called Intime. Although the opening times were conventional she was intrigued by a note that clients could be seen by appointment out of hours. The voice that answered when Penny phoned was feminine, polite and unassertive; no hint of a hard sell. After she had given details about herself, they agreed an appointment the following day.

“I shall look forward to meeting you,” said the woman. “My name is Carla and I specialise in offering a personal and completely confidential service to my clients. That’s why I prefer the appointment system. Where lingerie is concerned, privacy is preferable – don’t you agree?”

Penny decided not to tell Mark until after her first visit; perhaps she would return home with a pleasant surprise for him. It didn’t occur to her that she herself was embarking on a course of action that would lead in time to a very pleasant surprise.

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Carla was a well-preserved woman of about fifty, Penny guessed; a slim brunette wearing a dark, tailored suit over a white blouse. A knee-length skirt and black stockings emphasised shapely calves. They were seated in an upper room where Carla had offered coffee or wine. After a brief exchange of small talk, Carla said, “Do you have anything specific in mind or would you like to see my catalogue?”

Two large loose-leaf tomes were produced. “These,” said Carla, indicating the first, “are my conventional lines. Everyday underwear. But, of course, tailored to make the most of your assets. That explains why my prices are not exactly High Street.”

Penny turned the pages of photographs of models, of various ages and shapes, modelling bras, knickers, bodies, pantyhose, stockings – a comprehensive selection.

“And then I can offer a wide range of high quality wear for more special, more – ” she paused” – intimate occasions. I like to stress the quality of these items – there is so much inferior material offered via the Internet, or in sex shops. This is not a sex shop. I’m not, for example, in the rubber or leather trade. I only offer materials – silk, satin – that are guaranteed to make the wearer feel – well, let’s not mince words, sexy.”

The second book, even larger than the first, fully justified Carla’s claim to offer seemingly unlimited choice, but if Intime was not a sex shop it was certainly able to compete in that market. Models displayed peephole bras, miniscule bras, open crotch knickers, crotchless pantyhose, suspender belts, basques, slips that looked conventional until certain see-through areas became apparent; everything, it seemed, designed to emphasise, albeit subtly, a woman’s most intimate features.

Thinking about wearing some of these garments gave Penny a familiar tingle. But she was embarrassed to find that each time she looked up from the pages she had been turning her eyes met Carla’s. The woman’s smile may have been no more than her professional demeanour, but afterwards Penny found herself wondering if there had been something more.

Carla said, “Please don’t feel under any obligation to buy now. You may want to think about it, talk to your partner. Then you can order by telephone.”

“Yes,” said Penny, “I think that would be a good idea.”

“Shall we just take some measurements? Then we needn’t trouble you again.”

“Yes. Of course. Shall I …?”

“Just slip off you dress, if you will. It will only take a few minutes.”

Pleased that she had come prepared for this possibility, Penny still felt a little apprehensive as she stripped down to black bra, french knickers and hold-ups. Carla stepped back a pace to assess Penny. The strange half-smile flitted across her face for turgutlu escort a moment before she spoke.

“Well, Penny, there’s plenty there for us to work on, isn’t there? I must say i envy you your legs – for more intimate moments I would certainly recommend suspender belts. Black against your skin will be excellent. But let’s start with the bra.”

She stepped forward with a tape measure, made a note on a pad, then placed her hands gently under Penny’s breasts. “You will obviously be grateful for some support there, but we won’t need anything excessive.”

Carla’s hands remained in place but Penny said nothing.

“I need to ask a question you may feel intrusive – so I won’t be offended if you decline to answer. I just wonder if you are interested in peephole bras? many of my clients are.”

Penny took a deep breath, then nodded.

“In that case, I shall need to be clear where to insert the apertures.” She paused. “Would you mind if I asked you to stimulate the nipples for me?”

Nothing had prepared Penny for this moment and she was surprised, thinking about it later, that she acquiesced so readily. Maybe her secret tingle was prompting her. In any case, it needed no more than a little stimulation between thumb and forefinger to produce an effect. Carla nodded dispassionately, took more measurements, made more notes.

“Thank you,” she said. “Now the knickers. Do you always wear french?”

“No. Not all the time. It depends on … the occasion, my mood, you know.” There was a new confidence in her voice. Penny’s nervousness had given way to a kind of suppressed excitement. This was not diminished when Carla walked behind her and ran her hands gently over the curves of her bottom. Penny held her breath while the older woman made more checks with the tape measure. There was a moment when she felt the slightest suggestion of pressure between her legs, but Carla’s hands moved on and another note was made.

Finally, she said, “Thank you, Penny. I think that’s all. Take your time to think over your needs – I like my clients to feel completely satisfied. When you are ready, pop in and see me again – or just telephone. I’ll give you my card.”

While Penny dressed, Carla went on, “I’ve really enjoyed meeting you, Penny. And I shall look forward to being of service.”

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During the following months, Penny became one of Intime’s most frequent clients, adding to her extensive lingerie wardrobe a number of items, all chosen from Carla’s second catalogue, that received Mark’s enthusiastic approval.The new garments also had successful outings when Jason, a friend they had found on the internet, joined them for a threesome.

If that was predictable, Penny was aware of a less foreseeable consequence that affected her masturbatory habits. A high sex drive had always led her to seek self-relief on days when there had been no other sexual activity. It was her custom to indulge when the house was empty. She would sit in a favourite armchair that allowed her to lift her skirt, spread her legs and slide a hand inside the waistband of her knickers. Replaying in her mind a recent session with Mark or, better still, their latest threesome, she invariably had no difficulty in inducing her orgasm, sometimes repeating if the sensation was particularly intense.

However, as her visits to Intime developed, Penny found an entirely new source of stimulation surfacing from her subconscious mind. She abandoned the white cotton that had previously accompanied her masturbation. Instead, she wore knickers from Intime. The images that came into her mind were no longer of her husband or Jason, but of women acquaintances. Most frequently, Carla. The swinging Penny had done with Mark had involved other men, but now she began to consider how she might react to another woman.

Then, one day when she was stroking her clitoris very slowly to prolong the pleasure, the phone rang. Penny swore, considered ignoring it, but eventually had to respond to its summons. To her surprise, the voice at the other end was Carla’s. Unthinkingly, she said, “Oh, Carla, I was just thinking about you.”

“Ah. Did you have a new order for me?”

Hastily she ordered her thoughts. “Well, not exactly,” she said, “I was only thinking it was about time I refreshed my wardrobe. There’s no hurry.” Then it occurred to her that Carla had originated the call. “But what can I do for you?”

“Well, I was just ringing to say that I’m having a little get-together for some of my special clients, and I was hoping you’d be able to join us. Next Thursday at about two-thirty, if that would suit you. I shall close Intime at noon and we can meet at my home – I’ll give you the address. We’ll take the phone off the hook and have an enjoyable afternoon, all girls together. Do say you’ll come.”

Penny, in her high state of self-arousal, her pussy still wet, masturbation incomplete, didn’t hesitate.

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Where turgutreis escort Carla lived was where the well-to-do lived behind high walls guarded by security cameras. The house, its wide wrought iron gates open, was approached by a sweeping drive. Parked cars told Penny that she was not the first to arrive. Carla greeted her with both arms, kissing her cheeks. Just for a moment, Penny sensed that her hostess’s hands brushed across her, registering the protruding nipples beneath the soft material of her blouse. Her suspicion was confirmed when Carla murmured,”How very nice. I’m so pleased you were able to join us. Come and meet the others.”

Three other women were present in a spacious, tastefully furnished sitting room. Two, side by side on a couch, were attractive brunettes, twenty-somethings, casually but expensively dressed. The third, who smiled up from a deep armchair, was closer to Penny’s age.

“This is Penny,” Carla indicated with an immaculately manicured hand. “This is Toni, and this is Miranda – ” (the two younger women) ” – and this is Sonia.”

Nods and smiles were exchanged. “And now we’re all here, I’ll just close the shutters. If you are going to show off your outfits a little privacy won’t hurt.” While Penny reflected that nothing had been said to her about showing off outfits, Carla pressed a button in a hallway and shutters rolled noiselessly across the windows from the outside while heavy drapes were closed inside. At the same time the room was illuminated by a series of subtly-placed spotlights and wall lights.

“Now, Penny, make yourself at home.” Carla guided her to an armchair facing Sonia who immediately crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to rise several inches above her knee. Sonia, with her light brown hair swept back, was neither beautiful not plain. Behind the counter of a bank or the reception desk of an office she would have blended easily into her surroundings. Yet when their eyes met, Penny looked away, uncertain how to respond.

Carla turned to Penny. “We were talking when you arrived about some items I’d had made for Toni and Miranda, and I was about to ask if they had been well received at home. Which was the point, I take it?”

“Well, yes and no.” It was Miranda who answered. “There was each other, too. But this is the first chance we’ll have had to find out.” She looked at Toni and put a hand on her friend’s thigh. Then she turned to Penny. “I take it you won’t be shocked, Penny, to learn that Carla organises these occasional little get-togethers for married women who also have – other interests. Or did Carla already mention that?” She looked at their hostess who merely shrugged her shoulders, as though by now it was unimportant. Penny, her mind already pulling her in several unprecedented directions, said nothing.

“So we’ll start,” Miranda continued, pulling Toni to her feet.

For the first time Sonia spoke. “I’ve been looking forward to this. But if you don’t mind, I’ll sit next to Penny. I know how it feels to be here for the first time.” She took a cushion and sat on the carpet beside Penny’s chair.

In the middle of the room, Toni and Miranda had begun to undress each other. When skirts and tops had been removed they stepped apart to survey each other. They were wearing undie sets that were identical in all but colour. The bras were a clever confection of silk that lifted the breasts with the minimum of cover; Miranda’s nipples were pink and round, Toni’s brown and more pointed. The knickers were crotchless, revealing in Toni’s case a shaved pussy, and in Miranda’s a neat triangle of black pubic hair. Both wore suspended belts and fine stockings. Toni’s outfit was lilac, Miranda’s cream.

“Two of a kind,” said Carla with a chuckle. “I didn’t want to spoil the surprise and tell you that quite by chance you had both made the same choice from my spring collection. But I have to say, you both look gorgeous. Don’t they?”

“Wonderful,” Sonia agreed. Penny could only nod, unable to trust herself to articulate the thoughts competing for the forefront of her mind. While she couldn’t take her eyes away from the two half-dressed women who had begun to caress each other, she was conscious of an awareness of Sonia sitting at her feet.

Miranda dipped her head to begin licking Toni’s nipples. Ton’s response was to tease her way into the opening in her friend’s knickers. When Miranda sighed with unconcealed pleasure, Penny bent forward for a closer view. The tingle in her groin asked its familiar question. The answer was masturbation but Penny was in a situation where she didn’t know the rules. But nobody, surely, would mind if she slipped her hand inside her knickers …

Toni had taken Miranda to the couch, lowered her on to her back, opened her partner’s thighs and buried her head between them. As her tongue began to explore the warm dark depths, Miranda co-operated by pressing her groin upwards and placing ünye escort hand on the back of Toni’s head to intensify the contact.

Breathing deeply, Penny leaned back and found that her fingernails were digging into the fabric of the armchair. A moment later a quiet voice in her ear said, “Relax, Penny, relax and enjoy. Keep watching.” Carla had moved behind her and was gently massaging the back of Penny’s neck and shoulders. Gradually the tension eased and Carla murmured, “Let me help you.” Bending forward, she slipped both hands inside Penny’s blouse, insinuated fingers until they encountered the prominent nipples. “Ah, yes,” said Carla, “the peephole. I thought it was.”

This was the experience Penny had so often conjured in her fantasies, but was she ready to surrender totally? The gentle tweaking by Carla’s fingers was having its effect. Penny closed her eyes and waited to see what would develop.

What happened next was another surprise. While registering that Carla was easing her out of her blouse, Penny became aware of a hand stroking her calf. Opening her eyes she saw that Sonia had turned her back on the pair on the couch and was kneeling between Penny’s feet looking up at the breasts now fully exposed by Carla. Capitulation followed quickly. Aware that this was what she had longed for, Penny lifted herself slightly from the seat. Sonia needed no further encouragement. “Penny,” she said as she slipped the skirt down willing thighs, “we can make this very nice for you. Is it the first time?”

Penny nodded. She had been stripped to her black french knickers, suspender belt and stockings. She was ready to accept whatever the two women had in mind.

First, Carla moved round the chair, still concentrating on stimulating Penny’s breasts while Sonia undressed. As one garment after another was removed, folded and carefully laid aside, Penny let her hand rest between her legs. She knew she was wet; her clitoris was begging for her touch. Seeing this, Sonia said, “Good, Penny. I’ll take over in a moment while Carla makes herself more accessible. Then we’ll be better on the floor with some cushions.”

Soon all three women were naked, Penny on her back with cushions beneath her head and her bottom. When it began, it was Carla’s tongue that returned to her nipples, Sonia’s hands that lifted her knees, widened her thighs, Sonia’s fingers that opened her labia, tested the seeping inner folds with two digits, then three. Teeth gently nibbled an exposed and distended clit. Soon Penny began to writhe and moan; the signs were understood and the arousal was allowed to slacken off.

“Not yet,” said Carla quietly. “Much too soon. Are you all right?”

“Yes,” said Penny. “Please keep doing it.”

“Can you repeat?”

“I think so.” With Mark she usually could and she was beginning to believe that in the present situation,too, multiple orgasms were exactly what she wanted. At that moment a series of sobs from the couch signified that Toni had taken Miranda to the point of no return. After the briefest recovery pause, they changed places and Miranda set to work on Toni. On the carpet, too, there was a realignment. Carla took over licking Penny’s vulva while Sonia turned her attention to Penny’s breasts, but with a different approach: firm hands moulding the orbs enabled Sonia to keep her balance while squatting across Penny’s face. Instinctively, Penny understood. Using her hands to support Sonia’s buttocks, she lowered the woman until she was able to probe her pussy with the tip of her tongue. From somewhere above, she heard Sonia cry, “Oh, yes. Yes!”

There were more changes, more variations, sometimes with vigorous penetration, more often with minute permutations of pressure and rhythm until at last Penny could control herself no longer. “Please,” she said, “I’ve got to come now. Please do it for me now.”

Even afterwards she couldn’t be sure which of the two finally induced the climax. With her head thrown back, eyes closed, fingers clenched she embraced the explosion inside her, willed it to throb throughout her body until it gradually subsided into a delicious pulsing somewhere in her pussy.

Carla and Sonia watched as Penny came back to earth. Sonia said, “So how was the first time?”

“Amazing.”

“Different?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Do you want to do it again?” This was Carla, smiling approvingly.

After a pause, Penny said, “Yes. I easily could. Though not now. That was very special and I’d like to remember it just like that. But I hope you will invite me again.”

“Of course. But just because you’ve finished for the moment, doesn’t mean that we have to. Why don’t you just watch for a while – help yourself a little if you feel inclined. Nobody here minds. And what happens here stays here.”

By the end of the afternoon, Penny had seen much and learned much, marvelled at the appetites of the four women who enjoyed each other in every possible combination. She noted that while Toni and Miranda gave and received with uncomplicated abandon, the participation of the two older women was infinitely subtle and concentrated, their orgasms less obvious but quiveringly intense and, in Sonia’s case, skilfully prolonged. It was while watching Sonia that Penny found herself bringing on her own orgasm.

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*This story was a last-minute Halloween inspiration. I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it. Love, Chloe Hunt*

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“This has to be the dumbest thing you have ever talked me into,” Taylor whispered to her best friend, Megan.

They were waiting for Carol, their pleasure planner, to return to the office with consent forms. They had just scheduled their first visit to the infamous Haunted Play House, a Halloween dinner theater for adults.

“Are you chickening out, Taylor? This was your idea!” Megan whispered as she looked at her friend in annoyance.

“You were supposed to talk me out of it,” she grumbled.

“Taylor, this is safe. There are forms and safe words, and lots of protocols to make sure nothing bad happens. I was thrilled we made the cut. You should be as thrilled as I am. I think you just don’t want to admit you’re looking forward to it,” Megan accused as she tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder. She always did that when she was pissed.

“Fine, I am looking forward to it… but I’m also terrified about being fantasy fucked. I’m allowed to have mixed feelings about this,” she grumbled with a blush spreading across her cheeks.

Megan smiled at her beautiful friend. Taylor always needed extra reassurance about new adventures.

“Tay, this will be very enjoyable. They’re not going to hurt you or anything… unless you want them to. A lot of work goes into these performances. That’s why we lose our five hundred dollar deposit if we back out. I’m going to enjoy this and get my money’s worth. I won’t be able to afford a vacation for two years because of this, so it better be fucking amazing,” she proclaimed.

Taylor nodded as she looked through a brochure with a creepy Victorian mansion on the cover. She assumed they would be staying there for Halloween.

“What an age we live in,” Taylor sighed as she looked up to see Carol returning to the office. She had an entourage of attractive men and women walking behind her.

“Oh my,” Megan said with a smile as she admired them through the office window.

Taylor and Megan stood for introductions as Carol and the entourage entered the office.

“Ladies,” Carol began, “This is Reese, Duncan, Luther, Henry, Shelly, and Monica, your assortment of pleasure matches,” she said as she pointed everyone out.

Carol could tell by the pleased smiles on Taylor’s and Megan’s faces they liked what they saw.

“Hi, Taylor. It’s lovely to meet you. I’m your top match,” Reese said as he stepped over and reached out his hand.

Taylor felt a blush rushing into her face as she admired Reese. He was beautiful. He had shiny black hair that fell carelessly around bright blue eyes.

“Um… hi,” she stammered with a grin.

Everyone introduced themselves in a similar manner.

“I take it everyone likes what they see?” Carol asked.

Everyone nodded. There was chemistry everywhere, and that would make the application process much faster.

“Good, everyone, take a seat. I’ll explain the protocols for safety and satisfaction. As you ladies know, the actors have been given scripts and detailed instructions on what is expected of them. Now, safe words and phrases. Very important to remember these. Taylor, what is your stop words?”

“Red sky,” she said with a smile.

“Megan?”

“Black clouds,” she said as she glanced at Duncan. He was her top match.

“Very good. Use those words if you’re not enjoying yourselves. Your pleasure and satisfaction are important. Everyone grab a pen and fill out your consent forms, and please ask questions now. Don’t ruin your own fun by being unprepared,” Carol advised as she sorted through the forms and handed them out.

Carol only gave vague details about the actual naughty interludes. The girls were instructed to stay in character as much as possible. They would be pretending to be rich heiresses to their father’s diamond mine.

A limo arrived at the girls’ apartment at 4 pm on Halloween. It would usher them to their 6:30 dinner at the haunted mansion. They were dressed in lavish Victorian evening gowns that Carol sent home with them after the meeting. Taylor’s dress was dark red. It complimented her blond hair beautifully. Megan was dressed in dark blue. It made her gray eyes shine.

It took a solid two hours to reach the secluded country house, but it was worth it when they finally saw it.

“Wow,” Taylor said in amazement as she stepped out of the limo. “This place is beautiful! They made it look creepy on the brochure,” she chuckled as she walked into the mansion with Megan.

They were promptly led to the dining room by a handsome young butler and seated at a humongous dining table. Everyone they met in Carol’s office was there and dressed in elaborate costumes. Taylor sat next to Reese while Megan sat next to Duncan. Reese and Duncan were sitting next to each other. They were dressed in frilly Victorian tuxedos. They were pretending to be rich scientists. Luther and Henry yenibosna escort were next to Megan. They were dressed in formal three-piece suits like they were ready to investigate a murder with Sherlock Holmes himself. Shelly and Monica were across the table from Luther and Henry. They were dressed like sophisticated aristocrats. Taylor loved the women’s costumes. They looked sexy and elegant. Handsome waiters in tuxedos were busy around the table serving food and wine.

“Good evening, honored guests, and happy Halloween,” Carol announced, rising from her seat at the head of the table. She was wearing a slinky black dress and a fancy witch hat covered in black feathers. Two more witches were sitting around her with equally beautiful black dresses. “I hope you enjoy your lamb steak and winter vegetables. I recommend the Bordeaux with the steak and the house wine with dessert. We are here to serve you. My sisters and I will be performing our traditional Halloween seance while you enjoy your meal. We will be asking the spirits to bless our feast,” she said with a wicked smile.

Everyone clapped for their gracious host before they began their feast. Taylor flirted with Reese while they ate.

“Ghosts and seances are complete nonsense,” Reese laughed as he devoured his steak. He was speaking in a sophisticated English accent. Had Taylor not heard his normal accent at Carol’s office, she would have thought it was real.

“I agree,” Taylor chuckled. “My cousins and I had seances in cemeteries all the time growing up. No one ever contacted us.”

“Did you do it on Halloween?” Reese asked with a smirk.

“Once, it still didn’t work,” she snorted.

“Maybe you should have done it in a haunted house like this one,” he said as he rolled his eyes. “I have to admit. This house is rather remarkable. It’s the only place I would call ‘potentially’ haunted.”

“What do you mean by that?” she asked curiously.

“I set up equipment to detect magnetic fields here last week. The readings were off the charts. I’m sure underground ore deposits probably have something to do with it. There’s always an explanation for weird events that don’t involve ghosts.”

“Blasphemer!” Carol yelled as she rose from her seat and pointed at Reese. “Do not taunt the spirits on All Hallows Eve. This is their night to visit the realm of the living. You’ll bring a curse upon yourself with such arrogance,” she warned.

Reese sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, madame,” he said with a smirk. “I didn’t mean to upset you or your friendly ghosts.”

Duncan burst out laughing at his comment. Carol set her angry gaze on him.

“You both foolishly mock the spirits on the one night of the year they can truly harm you,” she sighed.

“Right, I’ll believe that when I see it,” Reese chuckled.

“I’ve had enough of your insolence!” Carol snapped as she pulled a skinny black wand from her belt and pointed it at Reese and Duncan.

Taylor watched in surprise as Reese and Duncan went limp in their chairs. They let their heads fall back like they had been knocked unconscious.

“Silly men of science, I’ll unleash a demon on you tonight. Witness what a dirty witch can make you do,” Carol laughed.

Her sisters joined in the laughter as the overhead lights flickered and went dark. The fire roared up in the hearth, causing everyone to gasp. The atmosphere of the room felt thick with anticipation.

“Reese, Duncan, are you still with us?” Carol asked in a sweet voice.

“Yes, madame,” they said in a slow entranced manner.

“You will be cursed for the remainder of All Hallows Eve. An irrational heat will take hold of your bodies and turn you into depraved madmen. You are no longer respected-scientists. Do you accept your punishment?” Carol asked.

“Yes, madame,” they drawled.

“Good. Thanks to you, everyone is cursed. Beware the wrath of the spirits!” she cackled.

Everyone gasped as a sudden wind swept through the room, blowing out all the candles. When the overhead lights flickered back on, the witches, along with Reese and Duncan, had vanished. Everyone looked around in confusion at that point. Taylor and Megan looked at each other and smiled. They weren’t expecting special effects.

“Did you see where they went?” Taylor whispered with a smile.

“No, it was too dark. This is so much fun,” Megan laughed.

“Sorry about the disturbance, folks,” announced the head waiter. “Our local witches get overexcited on Halloween. Please, continue your meals. Dessert will be served soon.”

“Hmm, I hope they come back. A naughty interlude should be happening soon,” Megan whispered as she looked at Duncan’s empty chair.

“It’s too soon for that, probably,” Taylor whispered in amusement.

After she finished speaking, she was startled by a warm caress along her lower leg. She dropped her spoon. It clattered noisily into her soup bowl. Everyone looked at her curiously at that point.

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Taylor gulped. Someone’s warm hand was massaging her right calf muscle. She assumed the person under the table was Reese, and that made her hot all over. The hand was slowly gliding up her leg. A second later, another hand touched her left leg. She shuddered as the hands slid along her thighs into her dress. They found her underwear and promptly pulled them off her legs. Then her knees were quickly pushed apart.

Taylor made a startled squeak before she set her spoon down to avoid dropping it again. She casually leaned on the table and chewed on her lip as the hands massaged and groped her inner thighs.

Taylor glanced at Megan to see a goofy smile on her face. She was also leaning rather weakly on the table. She figured Duncan was doing something similar to her at that point.

The warm massaging of her inner thighs was relaxing and exciting. She was surprised they were doing it under the dinner table. Taylor gasped when she felt warm lips kiss her knee. Then the hands slid under her ass and jerked her to the edge of her chair. She could feel her dress being shuffled. Then, without warning, a hot tongue plunged inside her cunt.

She clapped her hand over her mouth and let out a pathetic whimper as someone tongue-fucked her. Heat and tingles were racing through her body as she attempted to smile politely at the curious stares from the other guests.

“What’s wrong, Miss Taylor?” Monica asked in a thick British accent. “Are you feeling the spirits tonight?” she asked as she tossed her red curls over her shoulder.

“I… I think so,” Taylor stammered with her heart pounding. The licking between her legs was getting deliciously aggressive. It was provoking her whole body.

Suddenly, Shelly let out a shriek pulling all eyes to her. Everyone watched as the beautiful brunette dropped her wine glass on the table and put her hand over her cleavage.

“Oh, heaven help me,” she panted as she fanned her face with a beautiful folding fan.

“What on earth is the matter, Miss Shelly?” Henry asked as he rushed to her side.

“My body is so hot. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she said as she climbed to her feet and began pacing frantically while fanning herself.

“Shall I retrieve a glass of water for you?” Henry asked in concern.

“Water won’t help this heat. I think a devil is in me,” she breathed as she turned to look at Henry.

Suddenly, Luther let out a wicked cackle and jumped onto the end of the table. At least, Taylor assumed it was Luther. He had been sitting there when dinner began. He was dressed differently at that point. His clothes were simpler, and his face was hidden under a Venetian devil mask. Monica and Shelly cried out at the sight of it. He looked frightful.

“Greetings mortals,” announced the devil. “Carol sent me to ensure proper torment on this blessed Halloween night!” he laughed as he ripped open his shirt, revealing his sculpted abs.

Taylor was chewing her lip as she watched the excitement. The hot tongue between her legs was lapping over her clit, making her legs tremble. She glanced at Megan to see her sinking into her chair with a look of ecstasy on her face.

“Shelly,” the devil snapped as he pointed at her. “You have angered the spirits of Halloween! They’ll burn you for it!”

“What have I done?” she asked in distress as she continued feverishly fanning herself.

“You were attempting to steal Miss Carol’s antique jewelry. Henry, expose Shelly’s thievery!” he ordered.

“No! I will not take orders from a devil!” Henry declared.

“Yes, you will,” he laughed as he raised his hands in the air, causing the fire in the hearth behind him to flare up violently.

“No! Stop!” Henry cried as he clutched at his head like it was hurting him.

“Henry, what’s wrong?” Shelly cried in distress.

“I… I…” he stammered, still clutching at his head. Suddenly, he relaxed and calmly looked at Shelly. “I must serve the spirits of Halloween,” he said with a devilish grin.

An instant later, he lunged at Shelly. She shrieked as he grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it open. Jewels burst out of her clothes right along with her beautiful breasts.

“Ah-ha! Dirty little thief. You shall be humiliated for your crimes,” the devil declared, shaking his head at her. “Henry, bend her over the table.”

“Of course, master,” Henry said with a bow in his direction. Then he seized Shelly and wrestled her over to the table.

“No! Unhand me, you brute!” she cried as he pushed her down on the table, smashing her breasts into her half-eaten shortcake.

Taylor was watching the sordid scene on the edge of orgasm. The licking between her legs was driving her mad. She had never felt a tongue with so much skill. She lost it as she watched Henry push his cock into Shelly. They both cried out in pleasure. Taylor was squirming and gasping as she rode the mysterious hot tongue through waves of tingles.

“What do we have here?” the devil asked as he turned his gaze on Taylor. “Are you enjoying my demonic tongues in your cunts?” he chuckled as he walked down the center of the table until he was standing in front of Taylor. “It’s rude to cry out in ecstasy when a devil is punishing mortals. You might just catch his attention,” he whispered as he slowly knelt down in front of her and ran his fingers into her hair.

She was panting after her orgasm. The tongue between her legs was gently lapping up her excess of arousal. The devil lifted his mask, and she was shocked to see it was Reese. He must have switched places with Luther when the lights blinked. His beautiful face and piercing blue eyes made her heart do a funny thump. She suddenly wondered who was licking her cunt under the table.

“You look tasty for a mortal,” Reese whispered as he leaned in and pressed his warm lips to hers.

She moaned softly as he slid his tongue into her mouth and played it against hers. The tongue between her legs returned to its aggressive licking sending another wave of heat and tingles through her body. The sweet taste of Reese’s mouth made her shudder with delight. He drew away a few seconds later and smiled at the pleasure on her face.

“Innocent mortal, I want you to watch something new,” he whispered as he turned his enchanting gaze on Monica.

The beautiful redhead had been watching the sordid scene with her hand over her mouth.

“Monica, I command you to offer yourself to this mortal’s friend,” he said as he glanced at Megan.

Taylor exchanged surprised looks with Megan. Then they watched as Monica shuddered all over and climbed onto the table. She approached Megan and laid down in front of her. She quickly pulled her frilly dress up and spread her legs wide. She was wearing nothing underneath.

“Very good,” Reese said in approval. “Now, Miss Megan, taste Monica’s cunt if you want my demons to continue eating yours,” he ordered with a grin.

Megan returned his smile before she leaned forward and lapped her tongue over Monica’s expectant cunt. Taylor’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. She had no idea Megan swung that way, but it was an arousing sight to behold. Monica groaned and squirmed as she enjoyed Megan’s licking. The beautiful redhead reached up and tore open her dress so she could massage her large tits.

Taylor was feeling extremely hot again as she watched Monica’s pleasure. Henry and Shelly were making a lot of noise as they fucked at the end of the table.

“Are you enjoying this dirty feast, Taylor?” Reese whispered as he leaned in and kissed her again.

“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned against his kiss.

“Very good,” he whispered as he raised up on his knees. “It’s time to give the devil his due. Show me your appreciation,” he whispered as he unzipped his pants and freed his thick erection.

Sharp tingles raced through Taylor’s gut as she watched him stroke it. She was shocked and aroused by what was happening. He ran his fingers into her hair and gently pulled her forward. She eagerly parted her lips and took his cock into her mouth. He groaned in pleasure as she sucked him lovingly. His skin tasted good. It made her whole body tingle, and the tongue groping inside her pussy was making her legs twitch.

Taylor had never felt so hot in her life. She also never imagined she would be taking part in a dirty dinner theater. As she enjoyed Reese’s cock in her mouth, she noticed movement on the table behind him. She suspected dishes were being cleared away. Reese kept his cock deep in her throat, preventing her from seeing beyond his hips. She didn’t care. She was enjoying the provocative scene.

“Mmm, your good at that, Taylor,” Reese groaned as he gently pulled her hair.

He was incredibly hard in her mouth. She smiled as she reached up and grabbed his shaft. She squeezed and pumped him as she lavished his tip with sucks and licks. He lost it a few seconds later. He grunted and trembled, letting his hot cum pour into her mouth. She felt extra hot as she tasted him and felt the orgasm jumping through his cock. She had never enjoyed another person’s pleasure that much before.

“Very good, Taylor. Your pleasure offering was exquisite,” Reese purred as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood on the table again.

Her heart was pounding, and her body was aching as she watched him finish stripping. The tongue between her legs was keeping her hot, but it wasn’t licking hard enough to get her off again. She looked to see Megan working Monica to orgasm with her hungry licks. It was a pleasant shock to see her best friend doing that to another woman. Taylor figured Megan checked all the experimental boxes on the consent form. Shelly and Henry were now naked and standing at attention around the table.

“Luther, Duncan, grace us with your presence as we prepare the Devil’s Feast,” Reese ordered.

The tongue withdrew from Taylor’s cunt at that point. Luther and Duncan climbed out from under the table and stood naked beside their chairs. Luther had been tongue banging her as she sucked Reese’s cock. She almost suspected it had been Carol.

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It’s been a while since Mia’s been to a party like this. Not since her first year at university, and even then she didn’t go out much. She’d like to say it’s because she cares more about her grades than getting wasted, but that’s just not true. Every time she went out it would always end the same way, and she was developing a certain reputation that would not help her future career as a lawyer at all.

She couldn’t resist tonight, though. It’s been a long week, and Mia just wants to have a few drinks and relax. She dresses up for the occasion: a tight crop top straining across her full tits, a skirt that barely covers her ass, and what her best friend lovingly calls her stripper heels, a pair of Barbie-pink platform heels that add a good eight inches to her petite frame make her feel like the sexiest woman in the room.

She arrives at the party a little after ten, right when things are picking up. Drink in hand, she swans through the house, knowing that she’s being watched by every man attracted to women in the place. People are dancing in the living room, and once she’s finished her drink, she decides to join them.

She feels the bass from the music vibrate through her as she dances, swaying her hips and tossing her hair. She can practically feel the eyes on her, watching her, taking in her long legs, her round ass, her bouncing tits. She loves it – she knows she looks good and she loves the attention.

Someone presses against her back, a hand landing on her bare waist, and she turns her head to smile at the man. He smiles back, moving in time with her. God, he’s handsome, a strong jawline with a rugged beard and dark eyes like melted chocolate. He’s built well, too, with broad shoulders, sleeves tight around his biceps. Mia wouldn’t mind going home with him tonight. She presses her ass back subtly, until it brushes against the front of his jeans, and his hand tightens almost imperceptibly on her waist.

Another man approaches her from the front, this one clean cut, blond hair and blue eyes, but just as good-looking as the man she’s already dancing with. Mia expects he’ll back off if he thinks she’s already taken, but he barely reacts to the existence of the guy behind her. Basking in the attention, Mia smiles up at him, and puts her arms over his shoulders as she dances.

Mia is having the time of her life, sandwiched between two extremely attractive men on the dancefloor. She leans her head back against the chest of the man behind her and licks her lips, rolling her hips back against his crotch and then forward against the thigh the man in front of her has somehow got between her legs.

She’s barely dancing anymore, really. She’s moving in time with the music, but that’s about it – she’s more preoccupied with the heat that’s blooming in her belly, how wet she’s getting between her thighs. Her panties must be soaked. She grinds against both her dance partners, mouth falling open as she gasps. The guy behind her is hard, she can feel it through his jeans against her ass, and she rubs against him, biting her lip to hold back a moan.

Eventually she can’t take it anymore, and she grabs both of their hands. “You’re coming with me,” she says, “both of you.”

She leads them off the dancefloor and upstairs to the bathroom. It’s thankfully unoccupied, so she drags them into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. She shoves the blond one to sit on the closed toilet seat and goes to her knees, already unbuttoning her jeans.

“Oh fuck,” the blond says. “I heard you were easy, but I didn’t know you were this easy.”

Mia ignores him in favour of pulling his dick out of his pants. It’s decent-sized, not too long but mouth-wateringly thick. She leans in to lick at the tip of it, and the bitter salt taste of it goes straight to her head, knocking all other thoughts into oblivion. All she cares about right now is getting that cock in her mouth.

She wraps one hand around the base of his cock and sucks the head into tarsus escort her mouth. He sighs, and rests one hand on the back of her head as she slides her mouth slowly down his shaft. His dick fills her mouth wonderfully, the feeling of it heavy on her tongue. She loves sucking dick, can’t get enough of the taste or the feeling of it. She slides down until the tip of his cock is at the back of her throat and she starts to gag, but presses through it until – yes! – his cock slides past the resistance and down her throat.

“Oh shit,” he says, and his fingers tighten in her hair. She swallows around him, then pulls back to suck him, head bobbing between his legs.

She’s almost forgotten about the other man until she feels a finger tracing the outline of her pussy through her soaked panties. She moans around the cock in her mouth, hips jerking. “Fuck,” he says, not to Mia but to the guy she’s blowing, “she’s so wet, man, she loves it.”

Mia moans in agreement as the man’s finger finds her clit through the fabric and traces circles around it. She spreads her legs wider, tilting her hips for easier access, and is rewarded when a finger rubs at her hole through her panties.

“Don’t get distracted,” the blond man tells her, and tugs her head down until he’s sliding into her throat again. At the same time, the man behind her is pulling her panties to one side. She’s expecting fingers, but instead the thick head of his cock presses against her for a moment before easily sliding inside. She moans loudly around the dick in her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as he fills her up.

“Shit,” someone groans. There are hands on her ass, squeezing and pulling her cheeks, and when a hard slap lands against one of them her cunt clenches uncontrollably.

The man in her mouth has both hands in her hair now, holding her head still as he thrusts into her mouth. She drools around him, his balls smacking against her chin with each thrust, loving the feeling of him in her throat as she’s fucked from behind, loving having two cocks at once, loving how fucking slutty she feels.

Her orgasm sneaks up on her, an explosion of heat in her gut radiating out through her body. She convulses, her pussy clamping down as she cums, legs shaking. Distantly, she hears a door open, too caught up in her orgasm to care.

“Fuck dude, shut the door,” someone says.

“God, look at her,” someone else says. “I guess the rumours were true.”

“Yeah, she’s loving it. Aren’t you? You love being fucked.”

Mia pulls off the cock in her mouth with a slurp and nods frantically. “Yes, don’t stop, I love it!”

“Fuck,” someone groans. Hands pull at her hair and her mouth is filled with cock again, her head pushed down until her nose is pressed into his skin and her throat is filled up. He uses her hair to pull her up and down, fucking her throat faster now, making slick little noises every time he thrusts in. Her eyes are streaming, makeup smudging across her face as she struggles to breathe in between thrusts.

The cock in her pussy slams home again and again, each thrust sending it glancing off her g-spot. Hands are tight on her hips, pulling her back onto his dick – there’ll probably be bruises there tomorrow, a delicious reminder of tonight.

“Ahhh, shit, shit -“

She’s dragged off the cock in her mouth and she whines pathetically, not wanting to stop. But her whine turns into a moan as the guy grips his cock and starts to cum, thick strings of semen splashing across her cheek, her parted lips, into her open mouth. “Ohh, fuck yes,” she pants, licking her lips clean.

“Fuck,” someone says. Then, “Want a turn with her?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want a turn.”

The man in front of her gets up, tucking himself back into his underwear and zipping his jeans.

“Hold up a second,” the man behind her says. “You want to fuck her pussy? I’m almost done.” He puts a hand on the back of her tatvan escort head, shoving her face against the lid of the toilet as he speeds up his thrusts, fucking her harder. She moans, legs shaking with it as he pounds into her.

“Yes,” she gasps, “yes, fuck me, fuck me, cum in me, I want to feel it -“

The man grunts as he thrusts into her hard and cums, hips jerking as he empties himself inside her.

“Fuuuck yes,” Mia moans. She shoves a hand between her legs to rub frantically at her clit, gasping.

The man pulls out, leaving her feeling awfully empty. She can feel his cum slowly sliding from her cunt. Mia slides her fingers from her clit to her hole, pressing three inside herself at once.

The door swings open again.

“Oh, okay,” says a female voice. “Mia’s back at it, I see.”

Mia gasps, curling her fingers to press against her g-spot. She knows whoever’s at the door can see everything, her pussy fluttering around her fingers and the cum dripping from between them.

“Let me get in on that,” the woman says. “I’ve been wanting to ride that mouth a long time.”

“Get in here, then. Shut the door.”

“Why? It’s not like she cares. In fact, she’d probably prefer if we left the door open – wouldn’t you, Mia?”

Mia looks over her shoulder at the woman in the doorway. She recognises her vaguely from a couple of her classes – short dyed hair, tattoos, a nose ring. “Yeah,” she says breathlessly, “yeah, leave it open.”

“Slut,” the woman says. “You just can’t get enough. Get on your back.”

Mia does, lying on her back on the bathroom floor, her knees bent and legs apart, still touching herself.

“Well? Are you gonna fuck her or what?”

“Oh, shit, yeah.” Mia gasps as another dick slides into her pussy. She watches as the woman unzips her jeans and pulls them off, then straddles Mia’s chest and grips her hair in one hand.

“You want to taste this pussy?”

Mia nods, moaning breathlessly as she’s fucked, and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out.

“Of course you do.” The woman lowers herself onto Mia’s mouth. “Lick my clit, whore.”

Mia does, sliding her tongue over her clit firmly, then down to dip inside her hole before dragging it back up to flick over her clit again.

“Yeah, like that. Suck it, come on.”

Mia suckles at the woman’s clit, laps at it desperately. She tastes so good, her smell invading all of Mia’s senses, and she plunges her tongue inside her, desperate for more of it. The woman grinds down onto her face, covering it in slick, and Mia moans into her cunt.

“Come on, whore, make me cum. Suck on my clit – yeah, that’s it, suck it -“

Mia arches up as the woman’s pussy slides across the bottom half of her face. She sucks her clit into her mouth and flicks her tongue over it again and again. The woman’s thighs tense around her head.

“Yeah that’s it, that’s it, I’m close, baby, I’m gonna cum all over your face -“

“Fuck!” a man’s voice groans, and Mia feels the guy fucking her shove deep inside her and cum, shuddering, right as the woman grinds down onto her mouth and moans, her clit twitching, a fresh wave of slick soaking Mia’s face.

“Oh, god,” the woman says, breathlessly. She shuffles off of Mia to sit on the floor and catch her breath. “Okay, who’s next?”

Mia realises there are several other people in the bathroom now, and more crowding the doorway. Most of them are men, but there are a few women, too. A lot of them are touching themselves slowly, watching her.

“Turn her over,” someone says, and Mia lets herself be manhandled onto her hands and knees. Her legs are shaking. She wants to cum again.

“Please fuck me,” she says, “please, I need it -“

She feels someone pulling her ass cheeks apart, and then a cool, slick finger is nudging at her tight hole. “Oh,” she sighs, “oh, yes,” as the finger presses slowly inside her ass. It slides in and out slowly, tavşanlı escort before another finger is added, her hole stretching slowly around the intrusion.

Someone grabs her hair and directs her mouth towards a cock. She opens her mouth immediately, taking it deep, sucking sloppily as her ass is fingered. A third finger slips inside her and a wave of pleasure washes over her as she moans.

“Get on with it,” someone says, and oh, fuck – the fingers are pulled from her ass and replaced with something much bigger – the fat head of a cock slicked with lube presses against her tight hole and she can feel herself stretching painfully, but she wants it, she’s ready –

The cock forces its way past her rim and then the rest of it is sliding into her all at once, long and thick and hard, and she shouts as her body clamps down around it and she cums again, finally. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shoots through her, every stroke of the cock in her ass prolonging it. God, she loves it, loves being fucked, loves being used.

“Fuck,” someone moans, “she came again, just from that.”

“You like it in the ass, slut?” someone else says, and Mia nods frantically, her mouth still full of dick. She loves it, loves being used like this, loves being stuffed full like it’s all she’s good for.

The cock in her ass feels amazing, thick and relentless as she’s pounded into, rocking forward with every thrust. She can feel it deep in her gut, every stroke sparking hotly inside of her.

Fingers twist painfully in her hair, pulling her forward until her nose is pressed against skin and the cock in her mouth is forced down her throat. She swallows rapidly as cum spurts down her throat.

The dick in her mouth pulls out and she whines pathetically, chasing it as far as she can. “Cock hungry slut,” someone growls.

“I am, I am,” Mia pants, her voice wrecked. “I need it, I need dick -“

She moans as she’s hauled back on her knees, the dick in her ass pushing impossibly deeper. “Ride it, whore,” someone hisses in her ear, so she does, thighs working as she bounces on that cock.

“Oh fuck,” Mia whimpers, “it’s good, it’s so fucking good!”

She feels it as the dick in her ass pulses and spills inside her, and she groans, clenching around it. It’s not enough, though, it’s never enough. She needs more, more, more –

The cock slips from her hole and she sobs, reaching back to shove three of her own fingers into her ass. She can feel the cum inside her, dripping out of her. She fucks herself like that, on her knees in front of everyone. The angle’s all wrong, she can’t get her fingers deep enough. “Fuck me,” she begs, “fuck me, I need it, somebody fuck me-“

Her wish is granted as another cock thrusts all the way into her ass at once. “Fuck yes,” she yells, “yes, yes!”

Another guy comes to kneel in front of her, and he pushes her back further until she’s fully sitting on the cock in her ass, shoves her knees up against her chest for better access to her dripping pussy. She knows where this is going and she’s ecstatic. “Fuck me,” she tells him, “come on, stick it in me -“

She screams again as he pushes into her cunt. She’s so perfectly full, cocks in her ass and her pussy, and she never wants it to end. It feels so good, being stuffed and used like this. It’s what she’s meant for, she’s certain of it: meant to be on her knees, meant to be filled like this always.

“I’m gonna cum again,” she moans, reaching down to rub at her clit, “I’m gonna cum again!” And she does, twitching and gasping as she’s fucked in both holes, clenching around the cocks inside her. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, it’s good, it’s so good, I’m cumming -!”

She loses track of time. She loses track of how many dicks she takes. She loses track of how many times she cums. Eventually, she comes back to herself, alone in the bathroom as the sun rises outside. She’s on the floor, legs splayed wide, cum dripping from her holes and covering her tits.

She gets shakily to her feet. She’s still wearing her heels, but that’s it. The rest of her clothes are scattered on the floor. She looks at herself in the mirror over the sink – her makeup smudged, dried cum spattered across her face and matting her hair.

“Oops,” she tells herself.

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It’s been a while since Mia’s been to a party like this. Not since her first year at university, and even then she didn’t go out much. She’d like to say it’s because she cares more about her grades than getting wasted, but that’s just not true. Every time she went out it would always end the same way, and she was developing a certain reputation that would not help her future career as a lawyer at all.

She couldn’t resist tonight, though. It’s been a long week, and Mia just wants to have a few drinks and relax. She dresses up for the occasion: a tight crop top straining across her full tits, a skirt that barely covers her ass, and what her best friend lovingly calls her stripper heels, a pair of Barbie-pink platform heels that add a good eight inches to her petite frame make her feel like the sexiest woman in the room.

She arrives at the party a little after ten, right when things are picking up. Drink in hand, she swans through the house, knowing that she’s being watched by every man attracted to women in the place. People are dancing in the living room, and once she’s finished her drink, she decides to join them.

She feels the bass from the music vibrate through her as she dances, swaying her hips and tossing her hair. She can practically feel the eyes on her, watching her, taking in her long legs, her round ass, her bouncing tits. She loves it – she knows she looks good and she loves the attention.

Someone presses against her back, a hand landing on her bare waist, and she turns her head to smile at the man. He smiles back, moving in time with her. God, he’s handsome, a strong jawline with a rugged beard and dark eyes like melted chocolate. He’s built well, too, with broad shoulders, sleeves tight around his biceps. Mia wouldn’t mind going home with him tonight. She presses her ass back subtly, until it brushes against the front of his jeans, and his hand tightens almost imperceptibly on her waist.

Another man approaches her from the front, this one clean cut, blond hair and blue eyes, but just as good-looking as the man she’s already dancing with. Mia expects he’ll back off if he thinks she’s already taken, but he barely reacts to the existence of the guy behind her. Basking in the attention, Mia smiles up at him, and puts her arms over his shoulders as she dances.

Mia is having the time of her life, sandwiched between two extremely attractive men on the dancefloor. She leans her head back against the chest of the man behind her and licks her lips, rolling her hips back against his crotch and then forward against the thigh the man in front of her has somehow got between her legs.

She’s barely dancing anymore, really. She’s moving in time with the music, but that’s about it – she’s more preoccupied with the heat that’s blooming in her belly, how wet she’s getting between her thighs. Her panties must be soaked. She grinds against both her dance partners, mouth falling open as she gasps. The guy behind her is hard, she can feel it through his jeans against her ass, and she rubs against him, biting her lip to hold back a moan.

Eventually she can’t take it anymore, and she grabs both of their hands. “You’re coming with me,” she says, “both of you.”

She leads them off the dancefloor and upstairs to the bathroom. It’s thankfully unoccupied, so she drags them into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. She shoves the blond one to sit on the closed toilet seat and goes to her knees, already unbuttoning her jeans.

“Oh fuck,” the blond says. “I heard you were easy, but I didn’t know you were this easy.”

Mia ignores him in favour of pulling his dick out of his pants. It’s decent-sized, not too long but mouth-wateringly thick. She leans in to lick at the tip of it, and the bitter salt taste of it goes straight to her head, knocking all other thoughts into oblivion. All she cares about right now is getting that cock in her mouth.

She wraps one hand around the base of his cock and sucks the head into tarsus escort her mouth. He sighs, and rests one hand on the back of her head as she slides her mouth slowly down his shaft. His dick fills her mouth wonderfully, the feeling of it heavy on her tongue. She loves sucking dick, can’t get enough of the taste or the feeling of it. She slides down until the tip of his cock is at the back of her throat and she starts to gag, but presses through it until – yes! – his cock slides past the resistance and down her throat.

“Oh shit,” he says, and his fingers tighten in her hair. She swallows around him, then pulls back to suck him, head bobbing between his legs.

She’s almost forgotten about the other man until she feels a finger tracing the outline of her pussy through her soaked panties. She moans around the cock in her mouth, hips jerking. “Fuck,” he says, not to Mia but to the guy she’s blowing, “she’s so wet, man, she loves it.”

Mia moans in agreement as the man’s finger finds her clit through the fabric and traces circles around it. She spreads her legs wider, tilting her hips for easier access, and is rewarded when a finger rubs at her hole through her panties.

“Don’t get distracted,” the blond man tells her, and tugs her head down until he’s sliding into her throat again. At the same time, the man behind her is pulling her panties to one side. She’s expecting fingers, but instead the thick head of his cock presses against her for a moment before easily sliding inside. She moans loudly around the dick in her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as he fills her up.

“Shit,” someone groans. There are hands on her ass, squeezing and pulling her cheeks, and when a hard slap lands against one of them her cunt clenches uncontrollably.

The man in her mouth has both hands in her hair now, holding her head still as he thrusts into her mouth. She drools around him, his balls smacking against her chin with each thrust, loving the feeling of him in her throat as she’s fucked from behind, loving having two cocks at once, loving how fucking slutty she feels.

Her orgasm sneaks up on her, an explosion of heat in her gut radiating out through her body. She convulses, her pussy clamping down as she cums, legs shaking. Distantly, she hears a door open, too caught up in her orgasm to care.

“Fuck dude, shut the door,” someone says.

“God, look at her,” someone else says. “I guess the rumours were true.”

“Yeah, she’s loving it. Aren’t you? You love being fucked.”

Mia pulls off the cock in her mouth with a slurp and nods frantically. “Yes, don’t stop, I love it!”

“Fuck,” someone groans. Hands pull at her hair and her mouth is filled with cock again, her head pushed down until her nose is pressed into his skin and her throat is filled up. He uses her hair to pull her up and down, fucking her throat faster now, making slick little noises every time he thrusts in. Her eyes are streaming, makeup smudging across her face as she struggles to breathe in between thrusts.

The cock in her pussy slams home again and again, each thrust sending it glancing off her g-spot. Hands are tight on her hips, pulling her back onto his dick – there’ll probably be bruises there tomorrow, a delicious reminder of tonight.

“Ahhh, shit, shit -“

She’s dragged off the cock in her mouth and she whines pathetically, not wanting to stop. But her whine turns into a moan as the guy grips his cock and starts to cum, thick strings of semen splashing across her cheek, her parted lips, into her open mouth. “Ohh, fuck yes,” she pants, licking her lips clean.

“Fuck,” someone says. Then, “Want a turn with her?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want a turn.”

The man in front of her gets up, tucking himself back into his underwear and zipping his jeans.

“Hold up a second,” the man behind her says. “You want to fuck her pussy? I’m almost done.” He puts a hand on the back of her tatvan escort head, shoving her face against the lid of the toilet as he speeds up his thrusts, fucking her harder. She moans, legs shaking with it as he pounds into her.

“Yes,” she gasps, “yes, fuck me, fuck me, cum in me, I want to feel it -“

The man grunts as he thrusts into her hard and cums, hips jerking as he empties himself inside her.

“Fuuuck yes,” Mia moans. She shoves a hand between her legs to rub frantically at her clit, gasping.

The man pulls out, leaving her feeling awfully empty. She can feel his cum slowly sliding from her cunt. Mia slides her fingers from her clit to her hole, pressing three inside herself at once.

The door swings open again.

“Oh, okay,” says a female voice. “Mia’s back at it, I see.”

Mia gasps, curling her fingers to press against her g-spot. She knows whoever’s at the door can see everything, her pussy fluttering around her fingers and the cum dripping from between them.

“Let me get in on that,” the woman says. “I’ve been wanting to ride that mouth a long time.”

“Get in here, then. Shut the door.”

“Why? It’s not like she cares. In fact, she’d probably prefer if we left the door open – wouldn’t you, Mia?”

Mia looks over her shoulder at the woman in the doorway. She recognises her vaguely from a couple of her classes – short dyed hair, tattoos, a nose ring. “Yeah,” she says breathlessly, “yeah, leave it open.”

“Slut,” the woman says. “You just can’t get enough. Get on your back.”

Mia does, lying on her back on the bathroom floor, her knees bent and legs apart, still touching herself.

“Well? Are you gonna fuck her or what?”

“Oh, shit, yeah.” Mia gasps as another dick slides into her pussy. She watches as the woman unzips her jeans and pulls them off, then straddles Mia’s chest and grips her hair in one hand.

“You want to taste this pussy?”

Mia nods, moaning breathlessly as she’s fucked, and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out.

“Of course you do.” The woman lowers herself onto Mia’s mouth. “Lick my clit, whore.”

Mia does, sliding her tongue over her clit firmly, then down to dip inside her hole before dragging it back up to flick over her clit again.

“Yeah, like that. Suck it, come on.”

Mia suckles at the woman’s clit, laps at it desperately. She tastes so good, her smell invading all of Mia’s senses, and she plunges her tongue inside her, desperate for more of it. The woman grinds down onto her face, covering it in slick, and Mia moans into her cunt.

“Come on, whore, make me cum. Suck on my clit – yeah, that’s it, suck it -“

Mia arches up as the woman’s pussy slides across the bottom half of her face. She sucks her clit into her mouth and flicks her tongue over it again and again. The woman’s thighs tense around her head.

“Yeah that’s it, that’s it, I’m close, baby, I’m gonna cum all over your face -“

“Fuck!” a man’s voice groans, and Mia feels the guy fucking her shove deep inside her and cum, shuddering, right as the woman grinds down onto her mouth and moans, her clit twitching, a fresh wave of slick soaking Mia’s face.

“Oh, god,” the woman says, breathlessly. She shuffles off of Mia to sit on the floor and catch her breath. “Okay, who’s next?”

Mia realises there are several other people in the bathroom now, and more crowding the doorway. Most of them are men, but there are a few women, too. A lot of them are touching themselves slowly, watching her.

“Turn her over,” someone says, and Mia lets herself be manhandled onto her hands and knees. Her legs are shaking. She wants to cum again.

“Please fuck me,” she says, “please, I need it -“

She feels someone pulling her ass cheeks apart, and then a cool, slick finger is nudging at her tight hole. “Oh,” she sighs, “oh, yes,” as the finger presses slowly inside her ass. It slides in and out slowly, tavşanlı escort before another finger is added, her hole stretching slowly around the intrusion.

Someone grabs her hair and directs her mouth towards a cock. She opens her mouth immediately, taking it deep, sucking sloppily as her ass is fingered. A third finger slips inside her and a wave of pleasure washes over her as she moans.

“Get on with it,” someone says, and oh, fuck – the fingers are pulled from her ass and replaced with something much bigger – the fat head of a cock slicked with lube presses against her tight hole and she can feel herself stretching painfully, but she wants it, she’s ready –

The cock forces its way past her rim and then the rest of it is sliding into her all at once, long and thick and hard, and she shouts as her body clamps down around it and she cums again, finally. Pulse after pulse of pleasure shoots through her, every stroke of the cock in her ass prolonging it. God, she loves it, loves being fucked, loves being used.

“Fuck,” someone moans, “she came again, just from that.”

“You like it in the ass, slut?” someone else says, and Mia nods frantically, her mouth still full of dick. She loves it, loves being used like this, loves being stuffed full like it’s all she’s good for.

The cock in her ass feels amazing, thick and relentless as she’s pounded into, rocking forward with every thrust. She can feel it deep in her gut, every stroke sparking hotly inside of her.

Fingers twist painfully in her hair, pulling her forward until her nose is pressed against skin and the cock in her mouth is forced down her throat. She swallows rapidly as cum spurts down her throat.

The dick in her mouth pulls out and she whines pathetically, chasing it as far as she can. “Cock hungry slut,” someone growls.

“I am, I am,” Mia pants, her voice wrecked. “I need it, I need dick -“

She moans as she’s hauled back on her knees, the dick in her ass pushing impossibly deeper. “Ride it, whore,” someone hisses in her ear, so she does, thighs working as she bounces on that cock.

“Oh fuck,” Mia whimpers, “it’s good, it’s so fucking good!”

She feels it as the dick in her ass pulses and spills inside her, and she groans, clenching around it. It’s not enough, though, it’s never enough. She needs more, more, more –

The cock slips from her hole and she sobs, reaching back to shove three of her own fingers into her ass. She can feel the cum inside her, dripping out of her. She fucks herself like that, on her knees in front of everyone. The angle’s all wrong, she can’t get her fingers deep enough. “Fuck me,” she begs, “fuck me, I need it, somebody fuck me-“

Her wish is granted as another cock thrusts all the way into her ass at once. “Fuck yes,” she yells, “yes, yes!”

Another guy comes to kneel in front of her, and he pushes her back further until she’s fully sitting on the cock in her ass, shoves her knees up against her chest for better access to her dripping pussy. She knows where this is going and she’s ecstatic. “Fuck me,” she tells him, “come on, stick it in me -“

She screams again as he pushes into her cunt. She’s so perfectly full, cocks in her ass and her pussy, and she never wants it to end. It feels so good, being stuffed and used like this. It’s what she’s meant for, she’s certain of it: meant to be on her knees, meant to be filled like this always.

“I’m gonna cum again,” she moans, reaching down to rub at her clit, “I’m gonna cum again!” And she does, twitching and gasping as she’s fucked in both holes, clenching around the cocks inside her. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, it’s good, it’s so good, I’m cumming -!”

She loses track of time. She loses track of how many dicks she takes. She loses track of how many times she cums. Eventually, she comes back to herself, alone in the bathroom as the sun rises outside. She’s on the floor, legs splayed wide, cum dripping from her holes and covering her tits.

She gets shakily to her feet. She’s still wearing her heels, but that’s it. The rest of her clothes are scattered on the floor. She looks at herself in the mirror over the sink – her makeup smudged, dried cum spattered across her face and matting her hair.

“Oops,” she tells herself.

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Things don’t always work out like you plan.

I met Jessica through my friend Des. They’d dated for almost a year, but wound up breaking it off. They remained friends, though, and still did a lot of things together. One night he asked if I could pick her up from a concert and give her a lift home as he was going to crash at a friend’s house afterwards. I did, and we hit things off, had a great time together, and soon found our way into each other’s beds on a regular basis.

I came out to her early on because I was starting to accept my own sexual preferences and I figured she had the right to know since she was obviously part of those preferences. Thing is, you never know how someone is going to react when you tell them you’re bi.

She took it very well, as in it made no difference to her. Looking back, it shouldn’t have surprised me. Like I said, free spirit. I’d learn more about her own proclivities later, but she was the first girlfriend I ever had where we could both ogle hot guys and I’d feel no sense of shame about it. We both kind of grew into it and soon we found ourselves not only ogling, but talking.

A gorgeous dude would wander by our table at the food court, we’d discuss what we’d do with him. The hows, the whys, and the planning would eventually work their magic and we’d have to find convenient places to relieve our worked up sexual frustrations! It was wonderful, but it couldn’t really last for long.

Jessica and I stayed close even after the relationship didn’t work out. It was just one of those things where we knew we were going different directions to begin with, so there was no way we’re going to end up in the same place. Nevertheless, we maintained a “friends with benefits” relationship because, let’s face it, we both enjoyed each other’s company both in and out of bed.

I wasn’t in a hurry for a new relationship. After all, I had a fantastic woman who called on me regularly for very personal favours. A few months later, I learned about Des’s bisexuality. I was shocked! I’d known this guy for years and he never seemed the type. He always had a girlfriend and we’d talk at length about the finer points of pleasing women. One day, while chatting online, he just opens up. He’d been on a short trip to visit a friend in Seattle. I knew that. What I wasn’t aware of was that he’d not only visited, but slept with, his friend. It went okay, and they planned to play some more later, but it wasn’t a relationship more than a fun time in the bigger city.

Since I had nothing to lose, I came out to him. He wasn’t shocked, as I was, but he was surprised. Weirdly, he’d had a sort of, I don’t know, “feeling” about me. I confessed another thing to him, something I’d only told Jessica.

Sure, I’m bi, but up to then, I’d not had any experience with a guy. I wanted to, but no takers. There was a pause on the chat for a few minutes and he finally typed out “Well, I think you’re kinda cute….” I smiled and invited him over for the afternoon and we wound up in bed together soon after. In some ways, being with Des was much better than my first time with Jessica as I’d learned some control and she’d taught me a few tricks that I could contribute.

Granted, mad, passionate sex with a guy is a hell of a lot different than with a girl, but things managed to work out pretty well. We were both kind of nervous about telling Jessica about our relationship, but figured that we should. Des broke it to her before I did, and she was cool with it, far cooler than we thought she might be. I guess it never occurred to us that some women had certain things in common with guys. In other words, most guys like to watch two ladies get it on, some ladies like to watch two guys go at it. Made sense, if we’d bothered to think about it.

As it happened, we all were hanging out one night in my basement. Des and Jessica were both over that night to watch some movies. I think we were digging on a Monty Python something or other. I’d pirated a massive cache of that stuff from the library since I went there on a pretty regular basis. Dubbing tapes was my second foray into the sorgun escort wonderful world of piracy just after cracking software on the Commodore 64. It always overjoyed me when I figured something out, and it made me just as happy that I could have my own copies of Monty Python’s Flying Circus!

In between bouts of laughing our asses off, I noticed Des and Jessica getting kind of friendly. Nothing serious, just her rubbing her hand up and down his thigh and him occasionally running his fingers through her hair. I’ve never been the jealous type and Des and I were never an official “thing” anyway. I’d watched more than a my fair share of pornography by this point in my life and I knew that I would love to watch two people having sex. After a couple of episodes, she was sitting on his lap and I’d moved from my chair to share the couch with them.

In the middle of a sketch, I glanced over and saw Des’s hand under Jessica’s t-shirt, lightly rubbing her bare back. As things were building up to the Python’s big punchline, I looked them over and said “Look, dude, if you’re gonna feel her up on my couch, have the common courtesy to take her shirt off!” I meant it as a joke, but apparently Jessica took it as a challenge. She whisked her shirt off with a small giggle and remained on Des’s lap, her top covered only by a simple white and pink bra.

I’m not sure the look I had on my face when she did that. I would like to think it was a mixture of pleasant surprise and utter shock! Not one to pass up an opportunity, Des kept stroking her back and added some light kissing along her ribs and her nearest arm. I eased back against the armrest of the couch and took in the scene. Here were two good friends of mine, who coincidentally shared their bodies with me, and they were getting pretty intimate as I watched. It dawned on me that they had shared themselves with each other too. Each of us knew what the other was like in bed, there were no secrets. As my thoughts passed through my mind, I arose from my seat and joined them; Des sitting down, Jessica on his lap, and me kneeling on the floor in front of them.

The great comedian Bill Hicks had a fantastic rant on how people should fuck artists. Artists are uninhibited, that’s why they’re artists. Artists are very much into life, sensation, sensuality, and spontaneity. So maybe it wasn’t too much of a surprise that a musician/illustrator, a designer/sculptor, and an illustrator/poet might find something sensual and arousing to pass the evening.

Des continued to lightly kiss Jessica’s arms and side while I caressed and kissed her other side. I felt one of her hands in my hair, and I became slightly bolder, nipping at the small of her back. I wasn’t sure how to handle Des, what with Jessica around. For all I knew, she was just being nice about watching two males. All I knew is that I wanted to touch Des and I figured she wasn’t going to freak out too badly since she had her eyes closed most of the time. I ran my hand up his thigh and nibbled at the little parts of her side that spilled over the waistband of her jeans. Des’s hand found mine and we linked, holding each other for a moment before I stood up, shut off the TV, and turned on the radio. I remember thinking about putting on a CD or something, but that would’ve taken time to find, figure out, and all that. I wanted to get back to my friends.

Apparently, Des had gotten a little bolder himself and I lightly kicked Jessica’s bra off the floor and into a corner as I returned to them. She had turned to better face him and he was licking and sucking on one of her pert nipples. Jessica has marvelous breasts graced with large aureole and sensitive nipples. She arched her back into his mouth and a soft gasp escaped her lips. Joining in, I supported her back with one hand while cupping her other breast and drawing the nipple between my lips. She audibly moaned at that and her hands grabbed our heads, both pulling us closer and bracing herself against us. She pulled Des away first and kissed him, her tongue mating with his moments before turning to kiss me. süleymanpaşa escort I was already fully aroused, but I wasn’t in any hurry.

Meanwhile, Des unbuttoned her pants and his hands cupped her ample buttcheeks, flesh on flesh. Jessica giggled a little and moved a little so he had better access. I trailed my fingers down his arms, kissing her body as I again sank to my knees. Des’s jeans bulged and I knew that he had to be getting a little uncomfortable there. When she’d moved, Jessica had basically shifted to sitting on one of his legs, so with a furtive glance at both of them, I ran my hands along the waist of Des’s jeans and unbuttoned them, easing down the zipper and finding that delightfully hard cock just throbbing under all of that pressure. Des smiled and wiggled a little so I could better get a handle on things. Jessica turned around, saw what I was doing, and sat there, almost transfixed. I don’t know why I doubted her, because the look in her eyes as I stroked my friend belied almost animal hunger.

“Callan?” she said, her voice just barely above a whisper. “When you two, you know, when you um…,” she stammered “When you two played, did you…”

I knew what she was asking, and I had a fair idea that she wanted to see something. I pulled at Des’s pants and underwear, working them off a bit as best I could with her sitting on his leg. She stood up and I slid everything off, leaving him sitting on my couch, naked from the waist down. Jessica pulled her pants off as well, leaving her wearing only her panties. As she returned to the couch, I positioned myself between Des’s legs, kissing him from his nipples, to his chest, to his tummy before finally going down on his beautiful, thick cock. Both of them gasped in quite delightful ways as I sucked on him. My tongue swirled around the head of his shaft before taking him as deep as I could. He moaned and his head fell back, inhaling and closing his eyes as I pleasured him. I loved the feel of him inside me, so intimate and so taboo, especially in my home town.

Jessica watched, entranced as I pulled him from my mouth, licked the length, and then took him again while I cupped his balls. As his pleasure built, he grabbed my hair and gently met my downward rhythm with upward movements. I love to watch my lover as I give them pleasure and while Des’s eyes were closed, Jessica’s fingers were inside her panties, touching and rubbing and I wanted to taste her too.

I sat her down next to Des and she quickly shed her underwear. I’d eaten her like this before and she knew what was coming. I pulled off my clothes and decided to try something new, since I didn’t want to leave anyone out. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulders I kissed her pussy, licking around the lips and taking in a heady scent of desire. I kept one hand on Des and did my best to massage and stroke him as I tasted her. It was amazing, and my senses whirled. Des and Jessica were kissing each other while I pleasured both of them. I brought Jessica close, but not quite to the edge. I wanted one more thing.

Kissing her thighs I stood up, pulling on their hands and leading them to one of the bedrooms. It had a full size bed in it, along with a nightstand containing a few condoms I’d picked up from Planned Parenthood. I knew one of them was just a standard, lubricated without the spermicide, type of thing. I pulled it out, opened it, and handed it to Des. By this time, I was totally without inhibitions, and I grabbed him by his long hair, pulled his head back and kissed him, then his neck, and then his ears. He groaned a little at the sensations and then I kissed Jessica, nipping at her sensitive earlobes and blowing slightly in her ears.

I looked at Des again and said, “I want you to fuck her. I want you to fuck her from behind while I eat her.” Turning again to Jessica, “Pretty lady, I want you on all fours, on top of me, and I want to make you quiver.” She smiled, nodded, and I laid down on my back while she took her spot above me. Des slid the protection down his length and eased into her, filling her talas escort in one slow, smooth stroke. She groaned loudly enough that, for a minute, I was worried she’d wake my parents upstairs. He began to move, we all did. I had an amazing view as he worked his hips, riding her. As he fucked her, soft yet strong, my mouth closed over her clit, flicking it with my tongue and gently sucking it. Jessica groaned and then, to my surprise, found a way to cover the sounds.

See, I was so busy being involved, I hadn’t thought of myself. I was too busy having a good time. But when Jessica’s warm mouth enveloped my own throbbing erection, I remembered that there were three of us here, and we finally found a great rhythm. Jessica worked me while I licked her while Des’s hips sped up. My own moans and sighs joined theirs. Occasionally Des pulled out, to calm himself and make things last. Before sliding into her again, I’d take him, tasting her desire on his.

We couldn’t have been going at this for long. Jessica soon started to shudder, and her arms gave out, bring her to rest on top of me. I could feel that Des was probably getting close. He makes these awesome little grunts as he nears orgasm and his movements belied his proximity to the edge. Jessica, no longer making any noises louder than gasps, came on me and Des, releasing her pleasure and grinding herself into both of us. I knew Des wouldn’t last much longer and, wetting my fingers from Jessica’s desire I stroked and clutched at his sexy ass, working the tip of a finger inside. “Oh fucking Christ,” was all he could say before a final thrust deep into Jessica and then almost literally quacking as he came, shooting hard and fast like he’d done with me, on me, and in me a few times before. It was a sensation I knew pretty well, and I envied Jessica getting to feel that right now.

Still hard, Jessica moved off of me. I figured I’d have to finish myself, and didn’t mind it a bit, but they had other plans. Flushed, Jessica stroked me while I laid back against the headboard. Meanwhile, Des watched for a bit and then dug through the nightstand drawer. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, and I didn’t care all that much after Jessica again took me in her mouth. I knew from experience that my friends could roll from one orgasm onto the next, and it wasn’t a huge surprise that they weren’t quite done. Des disappeared for a few minutes to “clean up and be right back.” My eyes closed, I felt closer to satiating my own desires when I felt Jessica’s lips disappear to be replaced by strong hands rolling protection down my shaft.

Using some KY, Des stroked me, covering me in the clear, slick gel. I wasn’t sure how long I’d last with what he had in mind, but I didn’t care. I wanted him and I wanted Jessica to watch me fuck my boyfriend. Apparently he did too and gently lowered himself down onto me. God he felt amazing, and after he accustomed himself to the sensation of being filled, he rocked against me. My hands grabbed his hips and I guided the motions as best I could. For a man who’d just had a shuddering orgasm, he rode me as if it was his first experience of the night. Jessica laid on her side, smiling as her two friends enjoyed each other. I kissed his nipples, licking and nibbling each one. He sped up, and I met him with every stroke. I’d made love to both of these people before. We’d had experiences that were soft, romantic, and very sultry. But now? Now I wanted to fuck him and fuck him hard. I stopped him for a moment and put him on his back, taking the lead and driving deep inside as he grunted with my thrusts. I felt myself drawing closer. I have no idea how long this lasted, maybe five minutes? Maybe twenty?

Either way, I rolled up to the brink, and when I came it was amazing. Rocking against Des and shaking uncontrollably, I finally collapsed on top of him, breathless and completely satisfied. We cleaned up and fell asleep together in that bed, talking and caressing. We had other encounters, both with each other and all three together, but the first time was fantastic in its own right. I felt more alive from that moment on, not only because I’d had some incredible sex with two great friends, but because I felt vindicated. Everything I thought about myself was pretty close to the truth. I knew I was bi, and while I didn’t need this kind of experience to prove it to myself once and for all, it certainly cemented the idea in my mind.

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I’m a happily married man, to an amazing woman, Donna. If you’d have asked me a year ago, I would have said my life was complete. And it was, until it wasn’t anymore. I’ll get to that later. We’re both in our 40’s, professionals, successful in our careers. We have a nice house, fun party boat, great friends and an overall amazing life. I’m 6’1, 215 lbs, brown, thinning hair and hazel eyes. Probably a few more pounds than I’d like, but in decent shape. Donna is a stunner. She’s 5’5 and a half (she always throws in that half inch), 125 lbs, blonde hair, green eyes, great breasts and a warm smile…and an even warmer personality. I’m lucky to have her, and I tell her so often.

At some point, our fantasies became reality and we added some spice to our already active sex life. We brought our friend, Allie, into our bed and treated her like a princess. (See my first submission, Making A Princess) It was an amazing, life-changing experience. That experience led to others, with other women. As we recounted each dalliance, Donna would have mixed silifke escort feelings. I assumed those feelings were jealousy. I love Donna, and don’t want her to ever feel jealous or insecure, so I wasn’t really pursuing more threesomes. But Donna was. That’s what she would fantasize about. That’s what our pillow talk was about. Always the same thing, me with other women. Me, fucking and cumming inside of other women.

At first, in her fantasies, it was always as part of a threesome, and she was there. Then, one night, I went to help a friend out with a casino-party as a craps dealer. That night, one of the players, a pretty brunette was flirting with me, hard. I played along, and told Donna about it when I got home. She began masturbating and asking me “What happened when you took her into the back room?” Of course, I hadn’t, but she persisted. Eventually, I made up a story and whispered it all into her ear as she played with herself. She exploded.

I looked at Donna, and had a moment of realization. simav escort All those times, I thought she had been insecure or jealous, I had been wrong. She liked it. She LOVED it! But she was embarrassed about it. Finally, we were able to talk about it.

She asked “What’s wrong with me? This isn’t normal.” Normal or not, there was no denying that the idea both in thought and practice of me being with another woman was a major turn on for my wife. Later, through the powers of the internet, I learned the term cuckquean and the term compersion.

Compersion: the positive feelings one gets when a lover is enjoying another relationship. Sometimes called the opposite or flip side of jealousy

Cuckquean: Generally refers to a woman whose fetish is watching, and deriving sexual pleasure from watching, a man having sex with one or several women besides his girlfriend, fiancée, wife or other long-term female sex partner.

Yes, Compersion seemed to describe Donna to a T, as did cuckquean. In readings söke escort on Literotica and other websites, the cuckquean fetish always seemed to involve the wife being degraded or humiliated. Neither of us was really into that, although Donna has expressed some desire to be submissive to my playdates.

So, thats how we got to where we are. I’m just a happily married guy who happens to be married to a cuckquean. Every guys dream, right? Maybe in thought. I am free to be with any woman I want to, no permission asked. She doesn’t need to be there. I just have to tell her all about it. Seems great in thought. In practice, it can be complicated. First of all, we live in a fairly small town, and as stated above, we are both professionals and have mostly-grown children. This type of play would make for great gossip around town, and could affect Donna’s career. Second of all, I’m a high-integrity guy. I can’t be trying to get with other women and have them think it’s anything more than as a fuck-buddy. There just aren’t a lot of easy ways to find NSA fuck-buddies in a small town. Lastly, my whole world is usually wrapped around Donna, so it doesn’t leave a lot of time to find other playmates.

As I said before, our life was complete. We had each other. We had our careers, our kids, our amazing life.

Then, we met Ava.