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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.

“Oh, excuse yıldırım escort me,” she stammered before she picked it up and continued eating.

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.

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My wife and I had been in and around the swinger lifestyle for a couple years at this point. Up until now, we had been mostly soft swap. In other words, she played with the girls, while the husbands and I participated, but not with the other wife. We had full swapped in the same room once or twice, but not much. That also meant I hadn’t been able to REALLY watch her with another guy.

I knew I really enjoyed seeing her be pleasured by someone else, but had never been able to watch her with another guy very closely. Then we met Bob. A single guy, fairly well known in the circle we played in. He was late 30’s, successful, and a genuinely nice guy. The two of them hit it off quickly. A few weeks later, I was working, and they ended up at the same party. He asked if we ever played with single guys, she said no, but we weren’t opposed. Over the next few days we talked it over, and planned a date.

The day came and we went to his place for dinner. It was perfectly comfortable. He was a true gentleman. I never felt left out, or like I was a third wheel at all. We had a nice dinner, and drinks, then he asked if we’d like to go upstairs and watch some porn. We eagerly agreed. His bedroom was huge. Huge king sized, four poster bed, with a large tv mounted on the wall. He dialed up some porn that he obviously had hand-picked…all threesome, and all MFM.

We settled into his bed, my wife in the middle and made small talk and watched the porn. He would point out a position, or something and ask what we thought. He was definitely feeling our comfort levels out.

After a short while, they began rubbing and touching, then kissing. I was propped on an elbow with a bird’s eye view of all the action! I was almost instantly hard. He was very attentive, not pushy at all. He talked and kept an eye on the tv the whole time. Finally, I suggested we all get more comfortable, which we quickly did. He stripped completely naked with his back turned, which enabled her some privacy as well. When he turned around, I was mildly shocked. No one had mentioned his cock. His definitely larger than average cock. My 1st reaction was a twinge of jealousy. 2nd was a little bit of insufficiency. Neither were normal for me! Then…I looked over at HER reaction. Mouth slightly open, face flushed, and starting right at his half hard, 7 or so inch cock. She almost pulled him back onto the bed by his cock. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on it!

He chuckled a little bit but complied quickly! I was naked now, and resumed my position next to her, propped up on my elbow. She sat up and laid him down in her spot so she could properly worship his now fully erect cock. A quick side note about my wife, she is a cocksucking master. Easily one of the best. No gag reflex at all, and she genuinely loves to do it.

She took her place between his legs, spreading them nice and serdivan escort wide, and proceeds to devour his cock. Within the first 5 seconds he’s moaning and breathing heavy. It’s right about then that I realize I am laying mere inches from this guy as my wife is giving him an award-winning blow job…and I am furiously stroking my own cock at the sight! He looks over, sees me stroking, makes eye contact and smiles. Should have been very awkward, but it wasn’t at all. Then he starts talking. Not super dirty…but talking. First to her, “holy shit that feels good”, “damn you suck my cock so good”. Things like that. Then to me “oh man, your wife is such a good little cock sucker! One lucky man!”

I realized I was seconds from cumming from this! I talked myself down and stopped stroking. I moved off the bed and went around to check out the view from behind her. Her amazing ass up in the air, head bobbing on his cock. I dove right in. She was so wet! He could hear by my noises that she was wet. “Damn, it looks like sucking my cock makes you wet doesn’t it? Have you ever had your pussy and ass eaten while sucking cock?” She was just moaning on his cock non-stop by now. I moved around so I could finger her soaking wet pussy and get a view of her and his cock. I tried to move is leg down some so I wasn’t on it, but there wasn’t really room. Unsure of the proper protocol in those situations I just hesitated and didn’t move. He took the cue and bent his knee up to give us both room to work. Now, with my improved angle, I could see that she had made a slobbery mess of his cock, balls, and everywhere else. She also had a finger in his ass. He was bucking against her throat, and her finger and obviously getting close to cumming. She saw the signs and slowed her attack.

He laid back, attempting to regain his composure while I still continued to finger fuck her exactly how she liked it. She looked over at me, hand still around his flawless cock, face shining from sweat and spit, and smiled a sexy smile. I asked if she was having fun, in lieu of an answer, she kissed me, deeply. Once it hit her that she was kissing me with the mouth that had JUST come off of someone else’s cock, she stopped and pulled back. To show my approval, I kissed her back, just as deeply.

When we broke the kiss, we realized he was looking at us with a big smile on his face. “I hope that means we are ALL having fun?!” We both nodded yes. “Good, because I’m dying to fuck your wife, if that would be ok with both of you?”

After a good laugh and approvals, he asked her what position she would like. She said, without hesitation, cowgirl. I took one last long, deep lick of her pussy as she crawled up on top of him and he slid on a condom. I was low enough on the bed I got to watch him penetrate her from that angle. She slowly lowered herself onto serik escort his cock. They both exhaled deeply as she reached bottom. I was a mere foot away from a perfect cock entering my wifes pussy and holy shit it was amazing! His balls twitched a few times before she even began to fuck him. I slid up onto the bed so I could see their faces. His eyes were wide open, watching her tiny body glide up and down his cock. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open. Once she maneuvered to get him hitting her G-spot, she was on the verge of cumming in seconds. The sound of his cock hitting bottom in her soaking wet pussy filled the room. Then her moans got louder and louder. He was talking the whole time. About how wet, and tight her pussy was. How sexy she was. How lucky I was.

She was getting close. I knew those sounds. Next thing I realize, shes looking me in the eye. Almost asking if she should cum. I told her I wanted to see her cum on his cock. To use his cock to make her cum. And damn did she. She came, and came, and came. Her pussy juices running down his cock, stomach, balls. Once it had subsided, he deftly lifted her off and asked if he could fuck her missionary. She readily said yes. I moved up to have access to her small, but firm and amazing tits and went to work. He was on his knees, holding her legs up high, and fucking her in long, slow strokes. I had a great angle to look down her stomach and see every stroke. His pace begins to quicken and the strokes became shorter. Without much time to think, or discuss, he asked if he could pull out and come on her stomach. I didn’t take her tit out of my mouth long enough to weigh in, but she almost screamed yes.

All of us were breathing raggedly, rocking to the motion of his hammering. Just as I lift my mouth to kiss her open, moaning mouth, he pulls out and pulls off the condom in one motion. The 1st shot hit the opposite nipple, a solid stream from just below her belly button all the way to her tit. The 2nd only slightly shorter. Then the 3rd was massive. I just got a front row seat to a huge load being shot all over my wifes body! I was unconsciously stroking like a madman, and she was so close to her 2nd orgasm. He reached down and began to finger her. Two in her well fucked pussy, and a thumb on her clit. She was bucking and moaning like it was her first one! I resume my attack on her right tit, stroking my cock and watching her build. All of the sudden, another 1st for us…she squirts!! At least a cup of pussy juice shoots from her pussy, onto him, his arm, and hand. Without thinking, I move his hand and DIVE into her still throbbing pussy. Lapping at it like a man dying of thirst. As I’m enjoying this unsuspected treat, I realize that him and I are both rubbing her tits, stomach and whole upper body. Then, out of the corner of my eye I realize he’s stroking seydikemer escort his still hard cock right next to me. As the smell of both of their orgasms pounds my senses, I hear my wife calling my name. I look up and she’s motioning me up to her. I slid up her body and our lips met, just as I slid my cock inside her.

The feeling of her amazingly wet, freshly fucked pussy was almost too much. I had to sit very still for a few seconds to regain myself. As I did, Bob positioned himself by her head. She eagerly took his cock in her mouth. Now she was in heaven. As was I.

I arch my back to give me access to her pert tits. With the 1st lick I realized another new thing just happened. I tasted another mans cum. On my wifes tits. She must have realized about the same time, because we made eye contact, my only response was to resume my licking. I could taste his cum, hear her mouth eagerly devouring his cock, and feel how wet her pussy was. I had planned to not cum inside her, in case he was averse to following that, but the moment was too hot. I exploded. Hours…days…of anticipation exploding one after the other into her now twice fucked pussy.

After I came, I continued to enjoy to buffet of cum. I licked my way down through his, to get to hers…and mine. I rolled us over into a 69 with her on top, so not to miss any of the goodness. She showed my cock the same enthusiasm she had been showing his. Bob moved around to the foot of the bed, looking at her ass. He got a finger wet in her pussy and began to play with her tight little asshole. The more he circled it, the more her moans pushed out our cum. As I cleaned the last drop, I realized we may be on the verge of another 1st. It appeared as if he may try to enter her from behind, with me underneath. As my brain tried to process this, she must have realized too and moved off of me to one side for him. At first, relief…quickly followed by disappointment. What a view THAT would have been!

Not that what happened was much less hot though. My sexy little wife got spit-roasted, to her 3rd huge climax of the night. His hands on her ass, mine tangled in her hair, she bounced between our cocks until all 3 of us came again. Bob came first, deep in her pussy, with pounding thrusts. Then I came, at least half, straight down her throat. Which pushed her over the edge. We all collapsed into a pile on the bed. She slowly pulled him up to take off the condom and clean off his now flaccid cock.

As soon as he was clean, he pulled her up for a deep kiss, surprising us both. We lounged and giggled for quite a while. More kissing and fondling took place, but the night of firsts was winding down. Our first MFM threesome was a smashing success. We all had fun, and learned a few things about ourselves for sure. I was now HOOKED on seeing her cum with others. I was HOOKED on seeing her make guys cum. And I was definitely hooked on how amazing her pussy felt when freshly fucked by someone else!

The ride home was great. The car smelled like cum. She was literally glowing. At one point I looked over, she was about half asleep, and was gently rubbing her nipple through her shirt. Perfect!

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Carol returned home from work to find her roommates arguing. Again. She was getting tired of this. With tuition costs and basic supplies, she could barely afford even her share of the rent on this dump. If her roommates kept up this constant bickering, one or both were going to move out and she’d be in a tough spot.

“I’m telling you, I’ve seen it” Derek insisted.

John, always the skeptic, argued, “And I’m saying, It’s not possible. It’s all special effects.”

“What are we talking about?” Carol asked. Both men shut up immediately. They hadn’t realized she’d come in, Carol realized. And when John blushed bright red, she knew they were arguing about something they would never have discussed had they known she was present. “Girls or sex?” she guessed.

“Porn,” Derek answered.

“Of course. What’s the argument?”

“Not important,” John said.

“I’m sure of that,” Carol nodded. “Nobody is going to cure cancer by watching a porno. But I’m sick of the arguing. This time, you’re going to tell me what it’s about.” She pointed at John, who was always quick to clam up but started most of the fights.

Reluctantly, John explained. “Derek is claiming he watched a video when two men were having sex with the same woman.”

“Well, I’m afraid that it is possible,” Carol said. “One man has to settle for butt sex, that’s all.”

“No, both men were penetrating her vagina at the same time, according to Derek. But it isn’t possible.”

“I’ve seen it,” Derek repeated.

“Faked,” John insisted.

“Whole babies slide through that tunnel,” Carol reminded him. “I’ll bet it could take two dicks, no problem.”

“Pregnant women produce all kinds of hormones and enzymes and other things to prepare her body. But normal women cannot stretch that much.”

“I will ignore your idiotic assertion that pregnant women aren’t normal. But pregnancy doesn’t magically reconfigure the female body. All the equipment remains the same. If it can stretch to fit a baby, it can stretch to fit a pair of pricks.”

“No,” John shook his head. “It can’t happen. It isn’t possible.”

“I am so over this fighting,” Carol informed them. “So over it. We’ve got two males and one female right here. We will settle this argument one way or another. If it works, then John never again argues a point without proof. If John is correct, and it does not work, then you, Derek, will quit bringing up these bizarre topics of discussion.”

“Settle this how?” Derek asked hopefully.

“Exactly how you’re thinking. We take off our clothes and the two of you try to fuck me. And whoever turns out to be correct, the two of you will cover my share of the rent for next month.”

“You cannot be serious,” John scoffed.

“I am dead serious,” Carol said, unzipping her skirt and dropping it to the floor. “This fighting has to stop now. If I have to sacrifice my body, I’ll do it. Get your clothes off, both şehitkamil escort of you.”

“I’m in!” Derek enthused.

“If it works, you’ll both be in.”

“This isn’t necessary,” John protested.

“Are you willing to admit you’re wrong?”

John was silent.

“Then take off your clothes,” Carol demanded. She had her shirt off and quickly shed her bra. In nine months of living together, John had never even seen her in a bikini. Her bare breasts finally convinced him that this was really happening. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

Derek was down to his boxers when he suddenly became shy. He’d been fantasizing about sex with Carol ever since she moved in. But he was not comfortable about doing her in front of another guy. And doing her with another guy was something he was distinctively uncomfortable about.

But Carol was having none of it. She pulled her panties to her knees, then let them drop, revealing her clean shaven pussy. She pointed insistently at Derek’s boxers. “Off. Now.” And she glared at John to get him moving faster. A few awkward minutes later, the three roommates were naked together for the first time ever.

“All right,” she said, “Seems to me that this will work best if one of you lies down and I get on top and then the other comes in from behind.”

“That’s how they did it in the movie,” Derek agreed.

“John, you’re elected. Lie down.”

“Here on the floor?”

“Yes. On the floor. Now, if you please.”

John slowly obeyed. And Carol growled when his reluctant squeamishness left him with a flaccid little dick. “Are you kidding me? I realize you don’t have control over that thing. I know you can’t just pop a boner at will. But I’m naked. And I’m reasonably attractive. The sight of a naked girl is supposed to produce an automatic hard-on.”

She got down on the floor, on her hands and knees. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, then took him into her mouth.

She sucked on him for a few minutes, licking the head of his cock, and massaging his balls with her fingers until he was hard enough for penetration. Then she stood up, straddled his waist, and crouched down on top of him. She took his cock in her hand, positioned it until the head was nudging her pussy lips open then sank down and impaled herself.

Carol loved the feel of a good, hard cock buried inside her. There was nothing better. In her irritation with her annoying, quarrelsome roommates, she had almost forgotten how good this was going to feel. She rose and fell on him a few times, savoring the sensations of a dick sliding in and out of her. But the best was yet to come.

She leaned forward, lying down on top of John. Just to annoy the prudish jerk, she kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Moments ago, her lips and tongue had been on his penis. That was sure to bother him.

But she had a purpose şehzadeler escort here, a theory to prove or disprove and an argument to settle. Looking back over her shoulder, she said, “Go ahead,” to Derek.

As he knelt down behind here, getting into position, Carol was suddenly aware that this position made her vulnerable to the more usual kind of double penetration. She needed to nip that possibility in the bud.

“I need to confess something to you boys,” she said. “I love sex. I love getting stuffed with dick. I am really, genuinely looking forward to this experiment. When I masturbate, I cannot come without shoving something inside my cunt. I need to use a dildo or vibrator or it just doesn’t work for me. For special occasions, I have an extra-large one I call Brutus. I am hoping that two real dicks inside me will feel even better than a giant fake one.

“But remember what we’re trying to accomplish here. Stick to the plan back there, Derek. If you try to sneak in my back door, I will not be happy, and Brutus is going to show you what that feels like.”

Derek took the threat seriously. Very carefully, he laid his cock right on top of John’s and started pushing forward. He had to press down hard with his fingers to stay on course. Carol’s pussy was already occupied. Shoving a second cock in there was no easy task.

But he was determined, and Carol was both willing and patient. John’s cock was wet and slippery with Carol’s natural pussy lube and she started pushing back when she felt Derek poking at her. As he pressed down and forward, and Carol pushed back, there was nowhere else for his dick to go but in. With John’s dick acting as runway, Derek slid into Carol’s pussy.

Carol was looking into John’s eyes as the second cock entered her. She was sandwiched between two naked men and full of male flesh. “Oh, God, that feels good,” she said. “What do you say, John m?”

“I guess it feels okay,” he admitted. “However, I can’t really see what’s happening, can I? I don’t know for certain that both of us are inside you.”

Carol rolled her eyes. But Derek was more vocal. “Dude! My balls are pressed against your balls. My dick is spooning your dick. This would be the gayest shit ever if we weren’t both fucking a girl’s cunt.

“Nevertheless,” John stubbornly persisted, “if I can’t see it, I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Damnit!” Carol exclaimed. “Everybody out! Now!”

Derek withdrew his cock and Carol stood up, releasing John from her pussy’s grip. She grabbed her purse from the counter and pulled out her phone. She turned on the video recorder to get John the proof he needed. Her phone’s camera app had a special freeze function that allowed her to take snapshots even as the video kept recording.

She took nude snapshots of Derek, John, and then herself. Carol took selfies with Derek’s cock in her mouth, then with John’s. But selçuklu escort the video would show her moving from one to the other.

She was ready to try again. But this time, she mounted John in reverse cowgirl. She made sure the video showed his face, then moved to show his cock as she crouched down and took him in.

Keeping the camera aimed at her pussy, Carol nodded at Derek. “Go!”

Derek was much more confident this time. He had some experience at this now. And with Carol no longer ass up in doggy style, there was no danger of accidentally sliding into the wrong hole and risking a visit from Brutus. He hovered over Carol and once again pressed his dick to John’s. Now that he’d done it once, the man to man contact no longer intimidated him. He pressed down, pushed in, and the pussy yielded. He was inside. For the second time, Carol had a second cock inside her cunt. And she had photos and video to prove it.

But convincing John could wait. She hadn’t planned for this. She hadn’t even fantasized about this. But Carol had two dicks inside her and she wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. “Fuck me,” she ordered Derek. “Fuck us both.”

John stayed motionless as Derek started moving. He pounded Carol’s pussy, ramming his cock in and out. Carol was getting close. She’d never had it like this before. One dick was drilling her pussy, hard and fast. But the other remained deep inside. She was getting a furious fucking without sacrificing the constant sensations of penetration.

And Carol was not alone as she neared climax. As Derek slid the shaft of his dick in and out of Carol, he was also stimulating himself and John. The sensitive underside of one cock slid up and down the shaft of the other.

With a loud groan, Derek thrust deep and froze there. He and John exploded almost at once. Carol felt the two cocks swell up as they burst into her. And the feel of two different cocks shooting cum into her simultaneously was all Carol needed. The double load filling her cunt shoved her over the edge. She was blind and deaf to everything but the cocks and cum inside her and the electric sensations jolting through her clit.

She quivered and shook as the orgasm took her. And it was delicious to be crushed between two men, absolutely overwhelmed, her spasming body kept in control by their much larger masculine forms. Even lost in their own mutual moment of ecstasy, pouring themselves into her, they kept her safe and secure, sheltered from the world.

As the orgasm finally faded, it was a very long time before any of them were able to move again. It was just too warm and snug and cozy, trapped firmly between the two men, each one also lodged deep and tight within her. It felt just too damn good to hasten an end to the encounter.

But eventually, they were forced to disengage, get up off the floor, and go on with their lives. But the first order of business was to send the phone’s video recording to the television and settle the argument. The video playback was good enough to convince John, and also inspired an immediate repeat of the verifying activities.

Carol reflected, when it was all over, that the old saying was wrong. One in the hand is definitely not as good as two in the bush.

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It was another hot summer day. A Saturday to be more specific and as I do on every Saturday morning, I made coffee, put on a pair of tennis shorts and went out to look for the paper.

The usual joggers were walking up and down the street swinging their arms as if that were going to do anything to help them lose weight.

For some reason they prefer my street because there’s generally little or no traffic early in the morning. And as always they were mostly singles, mostly women, and mostly in need of some sort of exercise.

I had seen most of them at one time or another and they would give the usual, panted, “Good Morning,” or a friendly wave as they moved slowly by. Oh every so often a more athletic type would be really running.

They were the women who had beautiful shapes and really didn’t need to work out, but for appearance sake, always seemed to think working up a sweat was a necessary part of jogging.

My neighbors and I really never got close. I mean we were friendly and would stop occasionally to exchange a brief comment about what was going on in the neighborhood or to just give a friendly Hi, but not much more.

On one side was a family of four but I rarely saw the daughter or mother, just the husband and the boy. Mostly because they did most of the outside work a home needs.

My other neighbors, the ones on the other side of my house, never seemed to be around. He mowed his lawn sometime during the week so I rarely saw him, and only once or twice did I see his wife, and then only from a distance.

I did hear a lot though. They seemed to be always arguing about something and he would go out in a huff and drive off in his pickup. Then things would be quiet for a day or two until the next flair up.

That particular morning I had taken my mower out, filled it with gas, and was half way thru cutting the grass when I caught a glimpse of someone in the driveway next door.

I looked that way and saw her. The phantom wife. Not stopping my mower I waved as I passed by, and she waived back while standing there leaning against her car watching me.

Her husband was apparently out, because the pickup was gone. Finishing my last cut, I turned off the mower and straightened up.

My neighbor was now standing about ten feet away with two cans of beer in her hand. Walking up to me she handed one to me and began.

“Hi. I thought it was about time we met. I’m Tiffany and your?”

“Mark Tiegue.” I answered. “Pleased to meet you. And thanks for the cold one.”

She smiled and went on. “Can I ask you a question? I mean your opinion on something? I know if I asked one of my friends they wouldn’t be honest, but you don’t know me so I figured you’d give me a truthful answer.”

“Sure,” I offered, “shoot.”

“Do you think I’m attractive? I mean really. Do you think I’m too thin or plump? Do I have a good figure? You know, am I the sort of girl that…well you find sexy?”

I didn’t have to think twice. Hell yes she was attractive. But no man in his right mind would say anything but your beautiful, so I sort of stammered it out. “Yes Tiffany I think your very attractive.”

“No she went on, I mean am I the kind of girl that you would want to date and…..Well you know, take to bed?”

“Sure, I guess so. Yeah I think so. Why?”

“Len and I just split. It’s been coming for a long time and well, he’s always downing me. You know, telling me I’m rotten in bed, and that I’m a nympho and all sort of things that really hurt. Personal things. Like I make too much noise when we make love or that I ….spend too much time alone masturbating… Things like that.”

I was at a loss for words. I finally got up the courage to mumble. “I wouldn’t know. You have to know a person really well to be able to judge things like that. I don’t think I ever met a nympho so I wouldn’t know about that, but everything else your telling me sounds a bit like he’s a just being spiteful.”

“Would you come over to my place and chat with me for a bit? I need an honest opinion and standing out here in your front lawn isn’t the best place for this sort of discussion.”

At first I hesitated. I didn’t want to get caught in her house having some sort of intimate chat with a guys wife.

She must have seen me hesitate so she went on. “Don’t worry about Len. We signed the papers yesterday and he’s cleared out. He’s under a restraining order too and hell, he’s already moved in with his new girl friend. It’s perfectly safe. And I don’t bite.”

She smiled before adding, “Well not very hard anyway.”

Putting the mower away and closing the garage door I followed her to the back of her house and we sat down under one of those hugh umbrella thing next to her pool. She left briefly, only to return with a new cold six pack.

One other thing to be noted, she had somehow managed to get into a bathing suit, a very skimpy bathing suit.

“Since you could only tell me what you thought without seeing all of me, I thought you might sapanca escort get a more…well complete view if I changed into something a bit more revealing.”

Yeah she was really built. Probably a thirty four C and a waist that I could surely have held with two hands and had my fingers meet. But really what was most revealing was the tiny bikini that barely covered her pussy.

She had to be shaven because the damn thing didn’t leave anything to the imagination. I tried not to stare at her bikini when she pirouetted and sat down across from me.

“Change your mind? I mean am I too skinny or small on top like he tells me?”

Clearing my throat I just looked into her face and blurted out. “He’s either blind or just doesn’t like women. Your perfect so far as I can tell.”

“Thanks I needed that. I really did. Now about the other part. Len isn’t much in bed. I mean, well hell he’s done before I’m really warmed up and he gets pissed off when I tell him to keep going.”

She drew a breath before going on. “He thinks I’m sick or something because I want to finish too and he’s really not much of a lover to begin with. So when he catches me, you know, taking care of what he couldn’t, he thinks I’m a pervert or something. What do you think?”

I fumbled for words and finally managed a low, “I don’t really know. It seems like a perfectly normal thing to do under the circumstances.”

She smiled and went on. ” Actually he was the pervert. He even had cuffs fixed on the corners of our bed so he could do this bondage thing but that didn’t even help.”

She paused as if something came to mind before going on. “You know I’ve watched you thru my bedroom window sometimes and I kinda wondered what it would be like to have a real good looking guy appreciate me. Ya know. Crawl all over me and do things. Things like… well eating my pussy or kissing me all over and doin all that sort of sexy stuff.”

She lowered her head as if embarrassed but went on.

Would you do those things with me if you were horny and wanted to…you know, fuck me?”

Three beers had put my mouth in gear. I stared at her sparkling eyes and began to answer.

“Possibly, I don’t know. Good sex is two people making each other go crazy. It’s not just one person taking and the other person giving. I just think you have to find someone who’s what you want and go for it.

“Well , I’ve watched you thru my window and seen you showering and sometimes caught a glimpse of you nude, and I always let my imagination fill in those things I couldn’t actually see, so I had to imagine how you would look with your cock hard.”

She looked away and continued. And…And those are the times I used my rabbit and imagined you were screwing me. Those were the times when Len sometimes heard me and would come in just as I was in the middle of something fantastic. It was humiliating and he would stomp out with that disgusted look on his face.”

I sat for a moment, making a mental note to keep my curtains drawn and wondered where this conversation was going.

She went on. “And lots of times I would watch you working outside and sort of fanaticizing all sorts of things. It’s pure hell being married to a prude especially one who keeps telling me that I’m worthless. He wouldn’t do anything that I wanted.”

Pausing for a second she went on. “No foreplay, never would go down on me. And if he couldn’t get it up he blamed me. Hell he couldn’t get off unless he jerked himself and even then he bitched if I didn’t open my mouth wide enough or he would complain about the way I tried sucking him off.”

I was getting edgy. Between the temperature being around ninety and all her intimate confessions, added to the fact that I had had too much to drink she was pouring her heart out and I was getting a little loopy and horny.

She stood up and looked down at me. “Ya know what I think I’m gonna do? I’m gonna skinny dip.”

Unfastening the little bows at each hip she dropped her bottoms. Reaching behind her she set her bra free and now stood in front of me with a cute smile on her face and nothing else on. Then wiggling her hips, she asked.

You like it? I’m clean shaven and all tight and well packaged. All I need is someone to use it. Not that I’m begging, but damn it honey I’ve always wondered what that beautiful cock of yours looked like when it was ready for a real woman. Wanna find out? I know I do. Really! Nothing crazy, but let’s just sort of mess around a bit and see what happens. You up to that?”

Before I could say no, maybe, or yeah, she was kneeling at my feet pulling my shorts off. Standing wasn’t my smartest move either, because that way she was able to drag my shorts down to my ankles and everything fell out. I was already shirtless and only my shoes needed to be kicked off. I was up for skinny dipping but not much else.

Rushing to the pool I jumped in. Seconds later she hit the water and we treaded for a couple of minutes. Finally I sarıçam escort moved to the side and putting my elbows on the edge, continued to tread water. She came up beside me and gasped in my ear.

“God its cold. Look at my nipples. Hard as pencil erasers and sensitive as hell. Wanna suck them?”

I’d be lying if I said no, so I just stared at them and swallowed. She slid her hand down my side and across my hip and grabbed my cock. Cold water was the only thing that prevented me from swelling up in the warm palm of her hand.

“Come on , lets get out and dry off.”

Heaving herself up she sat at the edge of the pool but when I started to climb out she moved to the front of me and sitting on the very edge of the pool, parted her legs and draped one over each of my shoulders.

My mouth and face were a fraction of an inch from her slit and I had to fight the urge to move those few inches forward.

“Come on honey, its all warmed up and really ready for your warm wet lips to give me a kiss. Come on, kiss me there. I’m so fucking horny that I just wont let you go without a kiss.”

I put my hands on top of her thighs and brought my mouth to her pussy. She reached down between her legs and parted her labia. Too close to see, I let my lips and tongue search for her clit and… finding it, I began to suck.

She grabbed my hair and thrust forward almost slipping off the edge and pushing me down in the water.

“Yeahhh, oh god that feels so good. Like that. Suck it baby. That’s what I need. Oh god you’re good. I need it Mark. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”

She had her thighs clamped tight against my head and her pussy began throbbing. It felt almost as if it were kissing me. Then she took a deep breath and let out a low moan.

“Oh god it’s so fucking good. I’m fucking your mouth with my pussy and it’s so damn intense. Yeah, I’m creaming for you honey. God your good! Eat my juicy pussy and stick your tongue in deep! Oooohhhh Yeahhh!”

Moments later she laid back on the pool deck and stared up, moaning.

“Oh god. That felt so good. Ya know that’s the first time I ever came like that. I mean being eaten. It never happened before. Sometimes I’d get close but I never finished until now. You are really something special.”

By now I had heaved myself up and out of the pool. I stood over her looking down and bending over, offered her my hand.

Before sitting down again, I had put my shorts back on and Tiffany had wiggled back into her bathing suit. Looking across the small table she reached out and took my hand.

“I know it’s a dumb question, but, Was I good for you? I mean did you find it exciting to do that to me?”

I nodded yes and she went on..

“Would you like me to repay you for that wonderful moment? I mean I’d really get off on going down and sucking your cock if you’d let me. I still haven’t seen you when your hard yet and I’d really like to show you how much I liked what you just did to me.”

“Actually Tiffany the offer sounds fantastic, but I really have some other things to take care of. Shopping and the bank, things like that. Maybe some other time. OK?”

She really looked hurt. Pouting for a moment, she suggested, “maybe this evening I could stop over and fix you a dinner or something and then we could see where things go, you know. Anything you want. I love being surprised and giving surprises.”

I wasn’t too happy with the idea. Things were moving too fast but making up lies about having things to do this evening wasn’t exactly what I’m good at, so I nodded yes and picking up my shoes left for home.

I pulled into my driveway around four thirty. I opened the garage door and began bringing the groceries in. As I was putting them away, I heard a soft, Ahem, behind me. It was Tiffany.

She had one of those large wicker picnic baskets in her arms and moving to the counter, slid it on.

“Supper,” she explained. I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon, and when I wasn’t playing with myself, I was preparing a delicious dinner for us. I wanted you to see that I’m not just a nympho like my ex says. I can do other things too. I hope you like raw shell fish. Oysters to be more specific.”

I admitted that I did but than the implication sunk in and I actually blushed.

Folding her arms, she leaned back against the counter and with a pensive look on her face commented. “Your so different. Your not critical and not pushy like he was. Everything about you is a surprise. With him it was always the same. Nothing ever changed. It was always the same, and you know, he was never able to do what you did to me this afternoon. You know… make me cum like that.”

Taking a deep breath she went on. “I want to show you that I’m imaginative. You know, I want to do things that maybe you never have done before. Now lets get things put away and I’ll set the table.”

I was actually glad for the change in conversation, almost relieved in a way.

Over seferihisar escort dinner we chatted about anything and everything but she kept bringing the subject back to sex. Oh she was subtle… sure, but always hinting at it or asking me about what I like. And quite frankly I never really thought much about myself but mostly about how my partner was reacting. And I told her that.

She just smiled, and as she cleared the table, I made drinks. I heard her doing the dishes, then a few moments of silence, before she returned to the living room.

She held a small clutch like purse in her hand and she had taken off all her clothes. Now she wore just a little apron, a French maids bonnet, and nothing else.

From the front she was adorable. Her lips were full and pouty but what was most fascinating were her breasts. Proud and perky, they stood out almost as if she were still a teenager. At the pool I hadn’t really dared stare, but now I had time to admire her without feeling embarrassed.

Her aureoles were about the size of silver dollars and slightly darker than her nipples. Those were centered within the dark pink circles and were protruding like small thimbles and were tantalizingly inviting.

Small bumps were scattered profusely around her nipples and covered her aureoles. Looking up at her face, I thought that quite possibly she had darkened her eyes with mascara. She was truly something to behold.

Slowly turning, she exposed her back side and a very tight little butt that was beautifully sculpted and supple. Flawless in every way and fortunately she was not a tattoo freak.

Her legs were long and well shaped and her thighs were perfectly proportioned to her body. Her skin was peaches and cream, I mean absolutely flawless.

In all, a very tempting package and when she moved her head, her shoulder length auburn hair seemed to shine with flashes of deep roan red in the dimming light.

” Are you pleased? Do you want me? Say yes…Oh god Mark I’ve had you on my mind all afternoon. Please don’t say no. I want to be with you tonight. I want you to have me. I want you to rape me if you would. I want to be your willing slut. Not because I have to, but because I want to. I have so much to give and after this afternoon, I know your going to make me crazy. Just say yes and hold me, Please?”

I stood and took it as an invitation to hold her. She seemed to need someone to wrap their arms around her, and truthfully, I was more than willing. I just wanted to squeeze her and assure her that she was a perfect woman and not the person her ex wanted her to believe. But something was wrong.

When you comfort someone they generally aren’t nude. And they don’t start to squiggle in your arms the way she did. She was hungry. And as I wrapped my arms around her waist, she slid her hands from around my neck and let them slide down.

She slid her hands between us and I thought she was going for her breasts, but no, she was ripping at the buttons of my shirt.

Several tugs and my shirt was opened and pulling it out of my jeans, she spread my shirt open and pressed her warm breasts up against my chest.

Now her hand moved down and my jeans were unzipped and pushed down. As soon as they were below my knees her right hand clutched my cock and her left hand moved up to the nape of my neck. She was holding my mouth to hers.

Her tongue darted in and she let out a low moan. “Mmmmmmm.”

With the limited space between our hot bodies she began to slowly stroke my cock, and now I began to respond. She moved my growing shaft up so it now was trapped between her abdomen and my abs. She continued to knead and work her hand up and down as she continued to softly sob into my mouth.

“Yeah, Oh god yeah, you feel so good. Oh shit I want it babeee, I want it bad. Make me feel good like before. For the love of god, do it to me again. Eat me! Fuck me! Screw me, anyway you can, but make me cum. I need to cum Mark.

At that point I was beyond control. I picked her lithe body up and carried her down the hallway to my bed. On the way she abandoned her little apron and her little bonnet tilted to the side of her head.

Her dark eyes stared into my face an she leaned forward and bit my lower lip just before I laid her down.

I suppose that old habits are the best because I began to pet her. Touching, kissing and stroking her willing body. She began to breath hard and writhe on the bed.

I kissed her closed eyelids then her forehead. Her cheek and the soft place where her shoulder and neck met. She just moaned and thrust her wet vulva firmly against my thigh and began to slowly oscillate, humping slowly.

Long moments later I was stroking the nape of her neck and kissing my way down her throat when she let out a long gasp.

“Oh god. Oh my god. I think I’m going to cum. Don’t stop. Keep touching me like that! Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking cum on your leg honey. Yeah oh yeah.”

Maybe it was because I was anxious. Or maybe because I wanted her to let go, but I moved my lips quickly to her swollen nipples and with the palm of my hand I cupped her breast and lifting her nipple to my mouth.

Swirling my tongue around the puffy aureole of first one than the other, she suddenly went ridged, arched her back and cried out.

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Author’s notes:

This story picks up right where the previous chapter leaves off. The story is about a man with a small cock who is repeatedly humiliated by a group of girls who laugh at him and abuse him simply for having a small cock.

If you’re looking for a dominant man with a big dick who dominates the women he encounters, this isn’t the story for you.

Additionally, the story doesn’t get right into the sex, but instead, has a story built around it and is told from the first person.

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Chapter 3

The morning after the little wrestling match at my house, the girls asked me to come over and play basketball. When I went to their backyard, where the court was, I was surprised to see Tiffany standing there beside the April and Linda, who were sitting in the beach chairs, clad in bikinis.

Tiffany looked like a little Barbie doll, dressed in her workout clothes, but with a purse on her shoulder and car keys in her hand. She supposedly had a crush on me, and she acted like it in that giggly nervous sort of way girls get when they like someone.

A scary thought struck me: had the girls told Tiffany anything about what had happened the day before? I sure hoped not. If she knew the tortures they’d put me through and how they’d made fun of my little cock, I think I would have died of embarrassment.

The way she greeted me suggested that they hadn’t said anything. As soon as she saw me, her face lit up. As I had approached her, her face beamed with a big smile as she hugged me, “Hey, Stevie.” No one called me Stevie since I was a kid and I’d hated it then. I liked it when she called me Stevie. When she said it, it had a musical ring to it.

“Hi, girls,” I said, waving to April and Linda.

“Hey, slugger,” Linda grinned and waved, but not with her whole hand, just with her index finger. I guessed it was a secret reference to my small cock.

April looked at me, appearing as if she was stifling a laugh. As she sat there like a nervous school girl, sipping a frilly drink through a straw, I could see her look over her sunglasses and glance down at my crotch, which seemed to make her even more giggly. She leaned toward Linda and whispered something that made both of them laugh. I was sure they were laughing at me. Whatever it was, I was better off not knowing what they were saying.

After what had happened the night before, the girls didn’t seem to have any bad blood between them despite the way Linda had treated April, ripping her top off and making fun of her small tits. If she had any bad feelings toward Linda, she wasn’t showing it now.

Tiffany was headed to an aerobics class she taught on weekends. She and I talked about the possibility of working out together before she eventually left. Sarah and Melissa took a break from their game of ball, passing the ball in my direction. I caught it and started dribbling it while Sarah talked.

“Why don’t we play some two-on-two now?” Sarah suggested. She stood, hands on hips, looking a little winded, but no less beautiful. The baggy tank top she wore hardly concealed the sports bra beneath it or the low-rise shorts that only barely adequately covered her below the waist and accentuated her athletic build.

I passed the ball to Sarah and admired her sensual form. Those shorts were so tiny and looked like a simple tug would rip them right off of her. They weren’t tight enough to give her a camel toe, but they were form-fitting enough to give me a good view of her clearly protruding pubic mound that was made more pronounced by the panty lines that made their way up from her inner thighs and out toward her waist.

“I’m up for it,” Melissa said, lifting her t-shirt to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Beneath the t-shirt was a bikini top. On bottom, she wore a pair of cotton biker shorts that adhered nicely to her shapely hips.

“Who else?” Sarah asked. “Linda?”

“You want me to break a nail?” Linda giggled.

“I’ll do it,” April said, sitting up and putting on a pair of sneakers. She might not have had much in the way of titties, but with her ass showcased by a thong bottom, she was surprisingly hot. The bikini top she wore also appeared to have its obligatory padding to give the illusion of breasts that just weren’t there.

I thought the bikini was an odd outfit to wear to play ball in, but I didn’t mind it one bit. The only thing I could see wrong with her playing basketball in a thong and a bikini top was how much it might distract me as we played.

We picked teams. I ended up getting April, which didn’t seem to be in my favor. Both Melissa and Sarah were dressed more for the part, had already warmed up, and seemed to play ball pretty regularly. April, on the other hand, didn’t quite seem like the kind who would be any good at ball, but after the first couple of shots, I was proven wrong. April was as good at the game as either of the others.

As the game continued, I couldn’t help bumping into the girls safranbolu escort from time to time and once, I even grabbed Sarah’s breast (which she punched me for) and my elbow ended up in Melissa’s crotch as I wrestled with Sarah for the ball. Unlike Sarah, Melissa didn’t seem to mind the uninvited grope.

Then, the game started to get rough and good sportsmanship was going out the window. Sarah slapped the ball away from me a few times, obviously fouling me. We were ahead seven to two when April got the ball and was on her way to the basket when Melissa, unable to stop her, grabbed April’s thong and pulled on it. April didn’t fall down and even though she was a good sport about it, she missed the shot and wasted a few minutes re-tying the thong so it wouldn’t fall off. The game was seriously starting to fall apart.

“That’s cheating,” Linda shouted before April or I could complain. Melissa and Sarah just laughed.

“Aw, come on,” Sarah argued. “There have been fouls going on all through the game – by both sides.”

“Maybe we should quit before the game breaks into a big brawl,” I suggested.

“But I’m not tired of playing yet,” Sarah argued.

“How about playing some Horse or something instead,” Linda suggested. “Otherwise, you guys are going to keep that up until somebody gets hurt or pissed off or something.”

“I hate playing Horse,” Melissa protested. “It sucks.”

“You say that because you suck at it,” Sarah added.

“That’s not true. It’s just boring, plus you always like to make those ridiculous shots that no one else can make. I don’t think those things are fair.”

“Okay, then how about we ask Linda to be the referee. She’ll decide whether a shot is legitimate, like an under-the-basket lay-up or just something stupid.”

“Yeah, but it’s still boring,” Melissa continued to argue.

“Okay, then let’s make it more interesting,” Linda suggested. “If you miss a shot, you have to drink a beer.”

“No, I’m going out tonight. I don’t want to get too drunk yet,” Sarah reasoned.

“How about you strip something off if you miss a shot,” Linda chimed in.

“That sounds fun,” Sarah agreed.

“Yeah, but you won’t take anything off if you lose,” Melissa argued.

“Yes, I will. I promise.”

Fuck, here it goes again, I thought. Well, the way Sarah and Melissa were playing earlier, I didn’t think I had a whole lot to worry about and I was a better shot than April, too.

“Okay, we need some rules, too,” Melissa added. “For one, if we’re stripping off clothes, shoes don’t count. You can leave those on and pick something else to take off. Second, the person who makes the shot gets to pick which piece of clothing the person who missed gets to take off.”

“I agree with the rule about the shoes, but if I miss, I get to pick what I take off or I’m not playing.” Sarah argued.

“Fine, have it your way, but five minutes from now, I’m thinking there are going to be four people standing out here in nothing but thongs and laughing our asses off,” Melissa laughed.

“Wait, are you wearing a thong?” Sarah asked me.

“Hardly,” I chuckled.

“That seems unfair,” Sarah protested. “You should be wearing one, too.”

“I don’t even own a thong,” I said.

“I have one you can wear. Don’t worry. It’s for a guy.”

“I’m still not wearing it. Why should I?”

“If you play with us, you could end up having all three of us out here running around naked. If you don’t put it on, we don’t play.”

“That’s a good enough reason for me.” I can change my mind when necessary. I am a reasonable guy, after all.

“We’ll be right back,” Sarah grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom where she fished through a dresser drawer full of panties until she found what she’d been looking for. It wasn’t a thong. It was smaller than that. This was a tiny g-string with a little pouch in front. “Here, put this on,” she ordered.

“Can I have a little privacy?” I asked.

“No,” Sarah grinned. “I’ve seen it all before. Just drop your drawers and put these on. Come on, don’t get shy on me now.”

After stripping in front of her a few times before, this was the first time she didn’t have a camera – or a ruler – to use to record or to measure my shamefully small cock.

Without pulling my shoes or socks off, I pulled the shorts off, taking my underwear along with them. I reached for the g-string Sarah was holding. She pulled it away and set it down beside her on the bed, taking me by one wrist, then the other and held my hands out and apart from my body. Taking a long look at my little cock, she grinned and bit her lip as if she was trying to keep herself from laughing right in my face.

“Stand up straight,” Sarah instructed, looking me in the eye.

I stood. Sarah let go of my wrists and moved her hands to my hips, sliding them up and down the sides of my body from my waist down to my knees, then back up again.

“Raise your shirt,” she commanded. şahinbey escort Without hesitation, I raised my shirt up to my chest, feeling more exposed. Her hand slid its way up from my hip to my stomach. She ran her hand around in a circle on my stomach, tracing the outline of my abs. “You have a really flat stomach. I like that.”

“Thanks,” I said quietly.

“Do you know what else I like?” she asked.

“What?”

“I like looking at your pretty, little cock,” she grinned. “I know exactly how Melissa feels when she says it turns her on to make fun of you and your ridiculous little member, because I feel the same way.” Her hand slithered around to cup one of my ass cheeks, pulling me firmly toward her. With her eyes locked on my cock, her other hand slid its way down my hip and in between my legs where she took my balls into her hand, handling them much more gently than she had the night before. She rolled them around in her hand, appearing to inspect them. “Are they still sore from last night?”

“Not really,” I answered, partially holding my breath.

She looked up at me, “Does this make you nervous?”

The nodding of my head was my only response.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she looked back down at my cock, raised the head of it up, and gave it a gentle kiss on the tip, then massaged my balls, rolling them gently in her hand. As nervous as I was, my cock quickly became erect, which appeared to delight Sarah. “That’s a good boy,” she grinned and let go of my balls, then used her thumb and index finger to check the size of my cock again, measuring the length of it. When she was satisfied with the accuracy of her measurement, she raised her hand up so I could see and said, “This is how little you are.”

My face turned red with embarrassment again. Even though she’d already made fun of my small cock, her words still cut me like a knife. Sarah giggled and leaned back on the bed. Taking the g-string into her hand, she reached forward with it. Instead of handing it to me, she hung it around my erect cock.

“Get those on, little man,” she said. “And let’s go play some ball.”

I took the g-string off my cock and bent to put them on, but Sarah stopped me. “Wait, little man,” she said. “I’ll help you.”

Sarah took the g-string from me, opened it up, and held it down near the floor. “Step in,” she said. I complied, stepping in one leg at a time. I spread my legs a little to let her pull them up and into place. When she got to my cock, she had to pull the waistband out a little to get around my erection.

“If you had a normal-sized cock, I wouldn’t be able to fit you in with a hard-on like that,” Sarah explained, patting me on the head of my cock after she had the material in place. I pulled my shorts back on.

Sarah stood and got really close to me. “Don’t tell anyone what happened in here, okay? I don’t want anyone to know how much it turns me on to do these things to you.”

“Really?” I didn’t quite understand.

“If you can keep quiet, maybe I can make it worth your while,” she grinned devilishly.

I might not have understood why she’d want to keep it a secret, but I understood making it worth my while. I could only imagine what that meant.

When we got back outside, no one seemed to be curious about why it had taken us so long. Linda was the only one to ask a question, “Did you find the thong for him?” She had removed her top, but was now on her stomach, facing the basketball court.

“Sure did,” Sarah smiled. “Let’s get started.”

Linda decided we should shoot in alphabetical order. That put April first and me last.

April started off with an easy shot from the top of the key, which she made, followed by both Melissa and Sarah making the shot, but I missed.

“Dude, that was too easy to miss,” April gloated as I stripped off my shirt. Her bragging bit her in the ass, though. She missed her second shot, giving Melissa a chance to make the shot she wanted.

Melissa made a reverse lay-up, which is a shot that Sarah claims to be good at, but she missed this one.

“Here we go,” Melissa grinned.

“Bitch!” Sarah said, but true to her word, she stripped off her shirt, revealing her sweat-covered sports bra.

I shot and made it, making it April’s turn again. She shot and missed. She reached behind her back and started to untie her top, but then hesitated, “Wait a minute. This isn’t fair. You’re both wearing bras and he’s a guy, but I’m just wearing this bikini top.”

“Get that top off,” Sarah ordered.

“What do you think?” Melissa asked Linda, who was supposed to be the referee.

“She has a good point,” Linda said, flipping over on the chair and exposing her bare breasts to us without a care in the world. She was smoking a cigarette, which I normally think is kind of gross, but not the way she was doing it. For her, the cigarette was more like a prop than anything else, adding to her sensuality. “Nobody wants to see those little salihli escort titties anyway,” she grinned.

April stood there with her hands on her hips, looking like she didn’t know whether to thank Linda for agreeing with her or to be mad that she’d insulted her small breasts again.

With that settled, Melissa made another lay-up, which Sarah made this time. I also made it again, but April missed it again. This time, she had no excuse, but that didn’t stop her from complaining.

“You know I’m bad at lay-ups,” April whined, turning her back to us, she untied the back of her top, then pulled it up and over her head. When she had it off, she tossed it over to the side of the court, then crossed her arms in front of her chest before facing us.

“Aw, come on…” Melissa complained. “Are you going to stand there like that the whole time? What’s the point of taking something off if you’re just going to cover it up again?”

“Leave her alone,” Linda said. “She can’t shoot and cover her little titties at the same time, so she’s going to have to put her hands down at some point.”

“Fine, whatever,” Melissa mumbled. It was her turn again, and as I would have predicted, she did another lay-up, exactly like the one she’d just done.

Sarah had no problem making the shot. Neither did I, but when we got to April, even though she didn’t say anything, I could tell she was starting to get a little upset. When the ball came to her, she had to drop her arms from her chest and expose her little titties to us so she could shoot. April dribbled the ball with her little titties jiggling the whole way, then missed the shot by a mile, probably partially because of how self-conscious she was from having to expose her little titties to us.

Linda reminded us that April didn’t have panties on, so she didn’t have to take anything off this time, either.

Next up was Melissa again. Of course, she shot the same shot again, which both Sarah and I made, but April missed. This time, there was no saving her. She was going to have to take her bottoms off. I’d seen her titties the night before, but hadn’t seen her naked pussy yet. Judging from the way she was acting about showing her titties, I was guessing she was going to cover her pussy as much as she could, too, especially since she was out of the game.

April shook her head, then grabbed the strings on both sides of the thong and tugged them off.

“There, are you happy?” April asked, not trying to cover herself up. She turned and faced us, pointing the toe of one foot outward and placing her hands on her hips. Her pussy was shaved bald. From the standing position with her legs firmly together, I could still see her hairless pubic mound and a nice little slit. At the top of the slit, it was spread open a little with a little bud sticking out the top, like the top of her clit hood. I was thankful I was still wearing my shorts as my cock stiffened up again. “Can I get dressed now?”

“Wait, don’t do that,” Sarah protested.

“Why shouldn’t I? I’m out of the game.”

“Well, how about this? After two more people are out and the winner is declared, we can keep playing, but instead of for clothes, we play for dares.”

“Ha ha!” Linda laughed. “That’s great. Yeah, do that. You can come sit by me till they’re ready for you.”

April sat naked beside Linda. The two contrasted one another. Linda with her large breasts sat topless, sprawling out on her beach chair while April sat tight-legged with her arms folded around her knees.

We continued the game. Melissa predictably made another lay-up. Sarah shot next and made the shot. That left me. I shot and missed.

“Ah, finally, we get to see the boy in a thong,” Melissa said.

I stood on the side of the court and slid my shorts down and off, then stood, trying not to make my erection too obvious, but it was no use. Even as small as my cock is, in that little g-string, there was no hiding its erect condition.

“I think he likes to be embarrassed,” Melissa suggested. “Every time we strip him, he has a big hard-on.”

“You mean a little hard-on, don’t you?” Sarah corrected her.

“Yeah, a little hard-on,” Melissa laughed. “Well, turn around and let’s see…”

I turned a full circle, letting them see everything, standing there in a g-string and a pair of tennis shoes with these four girls looking at my little, hard cock through the g-string. I couldn’t wait for the game to get started again and to get the attention off me.

“Well, this was certainly worth the wait,” Sarah said. “Go ahead and shoot again, Melissa. I want him naked. Let’s get that little cock of his to make an appearance for us.”

Melissa took the ball again, then went for the same lay-up, but missed it completely, which was a small turn of good luck for me.

“You act like you don’t want to get him naked,” Sarah joked, taking the ball and readying for a shot of her own. “Let’s try something different,” Sarah said, moving to the top of the key for a distance shot. Sarah shot and nearly made it, but missed.

Now, it was my turn and I was going to make the best of it. Sarah had missed a distance shot, so I moved back even farther than she had tried. I shot and made it. Now, Melissa was going to have to make it or she’d have to take something off.

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The first thing Amy did when she moved was find a local D&D group. She had a secret she didn’t want anyone to know: nerds turned her on.

This group was unusually all men, 5 of them with just her as the only woman. The groups were at least a little mixed nowadays, so even she was surprised to run across an all-guy group. She’d been playing with them for several months now, digging their intelligence and the deftness with which they played their roles. Actually, she realized one day, she liked all of them.

Sometimes she liked to wear low-cut shirts just to taunt them, noticing when they had trouble paying attention, their eyes wandering to her chest. Most of the time she could tell they enjoyed her for her wit, her rogue’s usefully swift hands and quiet feet, and her knack for improving plans to approach something useful.

She’d considered asking out one of the players, Tom, a few times, but then work always seemed to get in the way. Really, all she had was time for was her Friday night gaming session which she didn’t mind, but she was getting really tired of her vibrator and . That didn’t stop her from enjoying his tall spare body and green eyes.

Usually, they all met at Eric’s apartment because it was the largest, and because he was the DM. She liked the way he ran a campaign: occasionally sadistic and always innovative. Although he did have an over-enthusiasm for tentacled beasties with mind-control powers. She couldn’t believe that he was a DM; he was built like a linebacker which filled out his tall frame. He claimed that he was a scrawny band nerd growing up, and had only recently taken to lifting weights. She was somewhat doubtful.

One Friday he made a new suggestion: there was a particularly action-packed adventure coming up, and they’d previously talked about integrating some larp elements into their sessions. The kind with costumes and weapons and the whole nine yards.

Why not? They had the room. And two of the others, Alex and Jesse, had just come back from one of the local larping cons. The night was set to two weeks hence, plenty of time for her to sew a decent suede bodice. She wasn’t sure how tiny Alex was going to get in character as the campaign’s tank, but it would be amusing nonetheless.

Jesse even offered to come over early and help with refreshments and room setup. She had forgotten how he regularly did refreshment for his friends, but he was happy to remind them all with tales of feeding a horde of hungry party-goers with the post-pot munchies. Even Avi, usually dry andsardonic with his dark eyes over heavy brows, had a gleam in his eye when planning the larp.

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The day of, Amy ground her teeth in frustration. Yes, she had definitely cut the bodice way too small. Even lacing it tightly in front, there was a gap of an inch or so. To make it worse, it was cut way too low with her breasts nearly half-exposed. But the pants fit perfectly, if a bit snugly, and her belted-on sword and cap completed the outfit convincingly. It was not a warm night, so she was glad she could throw on a sweater and head out.

Jesse grinned in pleasure as she looked about, mouth agape, at the transformation of Eric’s apartment. The kitchen was now a dimly-lit pub, the living room was transformed into a primeval forest and the den was now a wide open plain with its furniture pushed off to the side. She ran her hand through his curls affectionately while congratulating him.

Blast fussing over her costume so much and blast the Friday congestion, she thought; she was the last to get to Eric’s apartment. The others had already sat down around the kitchen table, enjoying Jesse’s spread. Setting down her bag, she grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it off.

Conversation ceased. All five of them were staring at her and her left nipple, which had decided to pop out of the too-small bodice. Even Avi, who she was pretty sure was gay. Hastily she shoved her breast back into place and poured herself a large drink from the pitcher before tossing it off in a show of bravado.

Usually that pitcher was filled with iced tea, and that drink was definitely stronger than iced tea.

“How do you like the mead?” palandöken escort inquired Tom. “I got some from a friend of mine.”

“Refreshing!”

“Let’s get down to business,” Eric intoned. They all agreed.

Amy was impressed with their costumes, from Alex’s chainmail to Avi’s well-tailored country hobbit outfit and Tom’s simple white blouse and black jeans.

She, like everyone else, was starving and quickly finished the sandwiches and the first two pitchers of mead.

The game had been planned immaculately. All of them had been playing their characters for long enough that they easily slid into the roles. The plot was a bit uninspired: they had to retrieve an important knife from a mind-controlling wizard who was using it to affect the moods of the villagers near to his secret lair. All of them were definitely enjoying the ability to move around and act out roles rather than relying on their dice. Funny, Amy hadn’t remembered this to be such a touch-friendly crowd. But she definitely liked it how Alex swept a few stray hairs away from her forehead, or how Tom put his elbow on Jesse’s shoulder as he leaned nonchalantly.

Heading into the pantry, Jesse commented “Did we really go through four liters of mead, already?”

“Yes, luckily there’s another two bottles, but you all had better crash here tonight, just in case.”

“In for a penny, in for a pound,” Amy commented, taking another swig of her mead. Was it warm in here or was it just her? She ran her hand down her neck and side, before resting it on her hip. She was unaware of how closely they all watched her and oblivious to the ways in which they all licked their lips and artfully covered their erections from view.

“So, back to the adventure. You know Wizard Tamurik has the knife, and that his lair is in the hill over there.” Eric gestures with his hand to the bedroom. “What do you do?”

“Well, I am the best thief in six counties; it would be better for me to sneak in and get the lay of the land before we launched an assault, right?” Amy was feeling ripe to put her skill at sneak to work.

Adjourning to the bedroom, Eric dressed himself up as the wizard and set to reading a manuscript at his desk. Examining the room, Amy spotted the knife on the table beside Eric’s bed. With the other three adventurers watching from the doorway, she can’t help attempting to prove her mettle and steal the knife from its stand.

No sooner did she put a hand on the knife than Eric, as Tamurik, rose and in a few steps crossed the room to be in front of her.

“What do you think you’re doing here, girl?”

“Erm, uh..”

Face to face, he began to push her towards the bed with one hand.

“You were trying to take. my. knife.”

With the last word, he shoved her hard onto the bed before climbing on top of her.

“You know what I do to girls who go where they aren’t supposed to?”

“What?” she asks in a small voice, realizing for once how large Eric actually was. She attempted to squirm away but he held her down firmly.

His blue eyes refuse to break contact with hers and she suddenly begins to feel a bit flushed.

“I give them exactly what they want,” he responds, cryptically.

Climbing off of her, he yanked her up by her bodice laces and shoved her into the arms of her waiting compatriots. Carrying her to the living room, they plunked her down on the sofa and started questioning her.

Eric blinked a bit as he got out of costume but wishes he could stay in it; that cloak would have definitely hidden how turned on he was. How had he never realized she had such nice tits? And the way her hair spread across the bed….. Errrrr, time to distract himself.

All of them took the time to consume another glass of mead.

“But the more you question her,” Eric addressed the adventurers, “the more you begin to doubt the veracity of her answers.”

The questioning becomes more fierce. Avi turned to Jesse to say, “Can we even trust what she has to say? How do we know her mind hasn’t been tampered with by the magician? How do we know she hasn’t become his thrall and is actually spying on us?”

“Good pamukkale escort question! We’d better tie her up, just to be sure!” was Jesse’s reply. And to Eric’s chagrin, Jesse took out a length of rope that Eric was sure was his, and bound her hands firmly behind her back before even Amy could react.

“We’d better disarm her too!” Grabbing her shoulders, Tom allowed Alex to slip his hands around her waist, unbuckling her sword and grabbing her ass. Amy had never been so aware of her choice to go commando before.

As Tom shoved her back, her face became more flushed and she panted for breath. Her tied hands forced her chest up and out. Unfortunately, stretched beyond what they were meant to take, the bodice laces snapped.

The men couldn’t help staring; they hadn’t expected her to be as well endowed as she was. Without the ability to cover herself, Amy could only blush furiously and fight at her bonds. There was something vaguely…predatory in her friends’ eyes, something she had never seen before.

Tom spoke then, placing a hand over her heart. “I cast a truth spell over her.”

She sucked in breath.

“Do you want us to untie you?” She gave a very slow shake of her head.

His large hand moved to cup her left breast, his thumb moving across her nipple as it stiffened.

“Do you want us to continue?” Another nod. “All of us?”

“Yes. Please.”

On her right side, Alex wrapped an arm around her waist, gently running the nails of his free hand from her neck to her other nipple. They all enjoyed the way her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched involuntarily. He traced his way back up, slowly moved his fingers over her swollen lower lip. She opened her mouth and began sucking his finger with relish, enjoying the sweet tang of skin and the joy of having something in her mouth. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath as they watched her suck and let out small noises of pleasure.

Breaking the spell, Eric announced, “Experience points to the whole party every time she comes.” Cheers erupted, albeit somewhat dazedly and distractedly on Amy’s part.

Reverently, Avi began kissing down the length of her boots before slowly unzipping and removing them. His fingers slid under the waistband of her leggings, so tantalizingly close to her cunt that Amy gasped in impotence. Slowly, oh so slowly he pulled her leggings off, hands lingering on her ass. Everyone in the room could smell the rich scent of her arousal; there was no doubt that she was getting off on this, hard. Both Alex and Tom took a nipple in their mouth, their warm hands helping her to arch her back even deeper. Avi lazily ran his fingers through her bush while gradually kissing up her thighs. She shuddered in anticipation.

Grabbing her hair and locking eyes with her, Eric talked in that same voice he had used with his wizard, a voice she had never heard before.

“Good girl, that’s it. It feels so good to give in, doesn’t it? I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. You’ve needed this. That’s it, give into our control, give into your pleasure. Other people say we nerds are all virgins or clumsy buffoons who only want to give ourselves satisfaction. But you know differently, don’t you? You know how much we love to please, how creative we are, how very good we are with those fingers. That’s the real reason you signed up to be in an all-guy campaign, because nerds get you all hot and bothered.”

She sighed as Avi chose that moment to run a single finger up her clit, remembering how he boasted of his video game prowess. Her eyes closed and her face contorted in pleasure as he spread her lips and began gently licking just the tip of her clit. Hands were holding her, caressing her, scratching her as she felt herself spiral down and down and her vision faded to grey. Whimpers turned to moans turned to cries as as she felt the orgasm break over her.

Jesse eagerly asked, “How does she taste?”

“Delicious. Here, taste yourself,” said Avi, grabbing his friend and kissing him passionately.

“Mmmm, she does taste good, let me have a try!” Jesse’s tongue was softer, flatter, more lush as he ate her out. pazarcık escort He slipped first one finger, then two inside her cunt as Tom held her on his lap with her legs spread apart. Tom’s mouth wound lazy circles and nibbled down the length of her neck, his nibbles turning to bites as Jesse finger-fucked her harder. The second and third orgasms followed one right after another, propelled by Jesse’s skillful manipulation of her g-spot. She was completely gone to putty, overwhelmed by the sensations and her powerlessness.

“So now you’ve seen what good lovers we can be, it’s time to take it up a notch.” Eric stood before her, unzipping his pants. Eric’s raising of an eyebrow was the signal Tom needed to grab her hair and hold her still as Eric forced his cock deep into her mouth. She could only relax her throat as he rammed it in, her nose buried in his pubic hair.

She was rewarded with hard twists to her nipples and nails digging into her thighs. Eric continued to croon such sexy dirty things, forcing her to maintain eye contact as he reminded her of exactly how slutty she was. He grunted in pleasure when his words made her suck him more desperately. He grew harder and she could feel him reach the edge.

“Come for me now, girl!” Her entire body spasmed as she came, feeling his salty cum shoot into her mouth before she collapsed.

“I think…the bedroom will be a bit more comfortable,” said Eric weakly. Untying her, they led her to the king-size bed and allowed her to sprawl luxuriously. Gathering in a corner, they left her to enjoy the feeling. Eric opened a few drawers and handed out several items.

Now naked, Alex slid beside her on the bed and held her close, his legs entwined with hers. “Will you let us put a butt plug in you?” he whispered. She nodded and kissed him deeply, feeling Eric’s bulk behind her as he slipped two lubed fingers around her asshole and then deep inside her. Her teeth bit into Alex’s shoulder and her hips rocked against his as Eric began to thrust more insistently. Withdrawing his fingers, Eric easily slipped the small, cool metallic plug into her ass. Alex rose, pinning her arms to the bed and she felt her legs spread again as the familiar sound of a hitachi reached her ears. Her nipples were adorned with delicate clips. She panted as she tried to process all of the new sensations.

She came and came again, under the gaze of her geek friends. It only seemed to inflame them further; Jesse lost control and thrust his cock deep into her mouth, moaning in pleasure. She sucked in earnest as the hitachi carried her off to another orgasm. She could feel him ready to cum when he withdrew and came across her face and hair in large strands. Slumping against the backboard, his eyes were glassy with spent need.

Amy cried out as the butt plug was removed. Moving her onto her hands and knees, Tom guided his thick, well-lubricated condom-shod cock towards her asshole, allowing her to savor the sudden fullness before sliding balls-deep inside of her. Her mouth hung open as she moaned. Tilting her head up, Avi slipped her mouth over his long cock, using Tom’s hard thrusts to force his cock down her throat before pushing back. Amy felt the hitachi return to her clit as both men fucked her slow and hard. She ground her hips against both the hitachi and the cock inside her, wanting more.

“I think I want to fuck your cunt instead,” said Avi, withdrawing his cock from her mouth. Sliding in under her, he slipped on a condom and guided himself inside of her, kissing her hard as she gasped from new sensation of being doubly penetrated. She could only dig her nails into Avi’s arms, overcome with how good it felt to be used like this. Tom buried his hand in her hair, gently pulling it and pushing her towards mindlessness. She felt herself let go, her mind too occupied by the pleasure she was receiving. She vaguely heard Eric coaxing her deeper and deeper into her pleasure; the men took care of moving her to where she needed to be. Every inch of her felt deliciously dirty and used. Each one of them took a turn fucking her mouth and her cunt, she was pretty sure. Mostly. All she cared about was that they were making her cum, oh so many times.

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Amy came-to surrounded by warmth, as her compatriots had surrounded her in her sleep. She smiled to see Jesse spooning Avi and looking especially blissed out. Her stirring woke them and she was greeted by sheepish smiles.

Grinning, she said, “Let’s do this again next week!”