Games SOME People Play! Ch. 03

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I had never seen Susan’s Mom at a loss. Her name is Sandra (you get the “S” pattern), she has short, very full “sandy” hair, is as tall as Susan but even heftier, and I see in her what Susan’s breasts might be like in 20 years. Not complaining!

Forgive me for starting with her boobs, but bodies are on my mind. Sandra lost her husband, and the girls’ their dad, almost 10 years ago, to an early heart attack, and Sandra definitely has headed the family. To my knowledge, she never dated, but I couldn’t figure out why. She was frankly hot, and exercised like a Marine, with great shoulders, arms, long legs, and plenty of pectoral muscle to hold up her front load. But why work-out that hard if you didn’t want a man?

I know, health; but that doesn’t mean sweating like a $1,500-an-hour fashion model. Even her face shows it: strong. Tight, lots of sculpting, firm lips, clear green eyes. An assertive chin with a cute cleft. When necessary, she commanded like a CEO, and sometimes dressed like one. Not now, though: just a T-shirt (we were still in the long summer days, lots of light late in the evening), a black bra beneath, and butter-yellow shorts, mid-thigh. Bare legs. Sandals with low heels.

Funny, seeing Susan’s mother stand there, for just a second, made me very conscious of the size of my manhood. Probably because she was staring at it—where else? And her lips were parted—not, I think, in lust. She actually had crossed her arms over her chest, not in modesty—more like a heart attack. (Just kidding. I hope.)

And then, she turned right around and banged out through the screen door back to the porch.

Stephanie had risen, interrupting the job—again!—and wiped her hand across her slick lips. She made no move to dress. Quite a family, this one.

Sandra’s voice came from the porch, accusing. “Look, what you girls do is your own business, Stephanie. BUT, Susan SAID I could come over, right about this time, to have a glass of wine and wish Tommy happy birthday. That’s the ONLY reason I’m HERE.”

“So come in and we’ll open the wine,” said nude Stephanie with sweet reasonableness. “I’d love a glass of chardonnay, too.”

“Stop joking, girl!” growled the CEO. Or maybe the Marine. “I’m not going to be the one to screw up this family!”

“Susan invited me, too,” replied Stephanie, hands at her sides, calm. “And when I got here, Tommy was strung up. Susan said they’d be away for the weekend.”

“No! She told ME they would be here. That’s the ONLY reason I came.”

“Not what she told me,” Stephanie answered firmly. “Want to come in and wish Tommy happy birthday or not? I think that’s what Susan intended—don’t you think?”

No reply. Beneath acknowledgment, apparently.

“Okay,” said Stephanie breezily, “but obviously when Susan comes back, she’s going to feel really badly that you disapprove. I mean, I know that you do disapprove…” She added, “And Tommy knows, too.”

The disembodied voice from the porch. “Susan is a grown woman. She and her husband can be as …,” a pause, “unconventional as they wish. I do not disapprove or approve.”

“You just won’t take part in the proceedings? Should I tell Susan you refused to come in?” Stephanie had settled on a line bodrum escort bayan of attack, but did she really want Sandra to come in?

Mom made a fatal concession. “I don’t mind coming in. I’m no prude, you know. I’m not…” The door swung open, she stepped in, shoulders very straight—handsome woman—and eyes well under control. Not staring at “it.”

“Should I say, ‘Happy Birthday,’ Tommy?” she asked, very sweetly, a little arch, a mite playful. She looked at me. And so did Stephanie, giving me one threatening glance, lifting her chastising hand slightly.

I blurted out: “This is what happens when you challenge your wife to a game of penalty (I was taking responsibility like a gentleman) and you lose.” I added, with subdued ruefulness in my voice: “I told her ahead of time what I’d do to her, if she lost!”

“I see.” Sandra stepped closer and gave two meanings to the word, “see.” She added, in her best chatty tone, “I had no idea Susan was so liberated. I kind of knew that Stephanie…”

Stephanie nodded. “Yeah, the fast daughter.” But she accompanied it with a nice smile. I must say, I admired her poise, standing stark naked beside her naked brother-in-law, facing her mother three feet away. With unmistakably stiff nipples.

“I’ll get the chardonnay,” Stephanie chirped, and turned toward the kitchen, leaving me with Mom. What to say?

“You’ve kept in nice shape, Tom,” said Sandra pleasantly. She really was statuesque. I’ve seen her on a tread mill, tanned arms and back almost bare, the sports bra straining to do its job, punching air for an hour with her arms, keeping up a fast jog, her lips moving to some song on her headphones. A nice image. Unfortunately, it was giving me an erection. Couldn’t help it. A quite obvious one. She saw it, for sure, smiled graciously. I suddenly wondered just what she had done in her day. Did we actually know what she was doing, now? Was she just discreet, a lady?

“It’s not every wife who’ll do this for her husband’s big 30,” said Sandra. “Get all the family’s women involved.”

“Why not make use of all the gorgeous talent?” I said gallantly. I boldly eyed her bust, then moved along down to pause with a rude stare at where her shorts tucked in a bit at the ‘V.’ Very plump there.

She rolled her eyes in a pantomime of disbelief, but her smile was right—as always. She could charm a cocktail party of Martians.

Now, Stephanie was back with two glasses of straw-colored chardonnay, gold-streaked with slanting sun from the windows. Got to love those long summer days. My body even scored a couple streaks of streaming gold, one right across my chest, taking in one nipple but missing the other, another streak across my thighs, just below the afternoon’s center of attraction.

Sandra took a glass and, naturally, asked immediately, “What about Tommy?” Dear mothers.

“You’ll have to share yours, Mom,” said Stephanie. “You’re taller.”

Sandra would not have dreamed of taking the first sip; she approached me warily, a little to one side, to avoid brushing into my protruding dick. She did have to lean in with one bare forearm across my chest, however, her hand resting ladylike on my shoulder. I think she mumcular escort deliberately pressed one breast into my arm, right at the bicep, to show she was a good sport. At least, that’s what her grin said to me, as she gingerly lifted the glass to my lips. If enlarged pupils are a sign of arousal (so I’m told), then maybe she was getting into the spirit.

I released a genuine sigh, and murmured “Thank you!” So she gave me another sip, and, as she did, I sneakily turned my body to drink more easily. It also made the head of my dick brush her bare leg just below her shorts. She must have felt it, but she didn’t pull away. As she fed me, her little movements kept brushing me, so that, by the time she backed away, my dick was arched back toward my belly. Unmistakably rampant. Talk about standing to attention!

Both Sandra and Stephanie looked down, now, not pretending, then looked at each other, and burst out laughing. Sandra spoke first: “Is Tommy enjoying his party?” And more merry laughter.

Sandra took a quick sip, and said, with a touch of hauteur in her voice, “Maybe I’ll ask for this for my birthday…”

“I’m not that old, you know,” she added. She approached again to give me a sip, and this time—I almost ejaculated—she reached down and gave my baseball bat a playful slap to the side, then another. She said, “Can we keep this thing out of the way?”

“Let me,” said helpful Stephanie, her fingers cool on the pulsing heat of my hard-on, and she pulled it aside—as far as a rigid bar of flesh moves sideways. As she did, her thumb and forefinger, on either side of the fattened head, slowly moved up and down in the wetness there. I closed my eyes and prayed for my deliverance.

Sandra was saying, with a glance toward the door, “I hope Susan gets back soon, so we know where this is going. We have poor Tommy in suspense, here.”

“I wouldn’t count on Susan,” said Stephanie, with an air of inside knowledge. She added, “I think the other Lorraine women have to come through, here.”

Sandra turned to confront her. “You know that, Miss Stephanie?”

“I don’t know it,” said Stephanie airily, “but she said the house was mine for the weekend.”

“And me?” Hands now on hips, in mother mode.

“She invited you, didn’t she? It’s a surprise party, you know.”

“Well, I was surprised!”

I decided to be helpful. I wanted to move things along, you know, get something accomplished, here. “It’s Susan’s game,” I said, with a laugh. “I know I’m playing.”

“I’m in,” Stephanie interjected brightly, looking at her Mom.

Poor Sandra! I studied her expression, wondering what calculations were clicking through her brain. I wondered if, in the end, what she did had something to do with 10 years of chastity self-imposed upon an active, youthful body. Because she said, rather abruptly, “Okay, tell me what to do. I don’t know anything. Stephanie seems to know, though,” she added accusingly.

“Okay,” said Stephanie confidently. “First, you’re not dressed for the party, Mom.” A direct hit—not appropriately attired!

Sandra eyed her for a moment, then me. I smiled and nodded. She sighed, said nothing. She just took the bottom bodrum sınırsız escort of her T-shirt and whipped it up over her head, then tossed it on the couch. Without hesitating, her arms twisted behind her back, and, in a moment, she shook forward the black brassiere and flipped it aside. She stopped there, shoulders extra straight, arms by her sides, stomach (I think) sucked in a little.

And they were incredible. That isn’t very descriptive. Even bigger than Susan’s—and Susan is a “D.” By now, of course, a bit pendulous, the heavy flesh stretching downward, but sagging? Never! They were glorious gourds, full in the stem and rounding to bulging ripeness at the bottom, with sweet sedate curves. Lucky there was plenty of room because the pinkish-orange aureoles had to be three inches across, spread and flattened a bit, but with centered nipples as thick as little fingers, thumbs-up now in assertion from a bed of crinkles.

Stephanie and I both had smiles on our faces. I whistled with heartfelt appreciation. Sandra’s face reddened a little; her hands came up and cupped the breasts, containing them, and for a moment she glanced down, thoughtful. “Well,” she ventured, “you’d see my tits if I went topless around the pool, so no big deal—right? Or on a Riviera beach…?”

“Absolutely!” I said. “Everybody is dropping that old Puritan stuff.” One lies and the other swears to it, as my own mother used to say.

She hesitated as though thinking, then her fingers were opening her shorts, pushing them down over her hips, so they quickly slid to her ankles. She kicked them away. Around the edges of her black thong, a fluffy rim of sandy hair escaped, curling over the black material. She ran a tentative finger down one side, brushing herself, and said, “I guess I’ve let it get a little out of hand… Is this what the guys mean by ‘hairy pussy’?”

We waited, but she looked up and said, decisively, “I’m going to stop here, for now. I’m not saying I won’t…”

I was admiring her almost shockingly long, slender, but very sleekly muscled legs below the postage-stamp thong; they won the family blue ribbon. She saw my gaze and mistook it.

“Oh, all right, here’s a preview,” she announced smartly, and her fingers pulled down the top of the thong to reveal the whole pussy down to the beginnings of its slit. Then she pulled up the thong, and said, “What next?”

I was beginning to think she was having trouble waiting. By now, those silver-dollar-sized pancakes on her boobs were painfully crinkled up and darker pink.

All this time, you can imagine, my hard-on yielded not a millimeter; it was so stiff it quivered, the underside on display, where the contours of the blood-red glans were an oozing delta of clear fluid that trickled down my shaft. I must have looked half-crazed with that heavy-lidded, slack-jawed stare of pure lust.

Sandra was a woman of the world, who had satisfied men, who gave to men. Who dealt with their needs. She had been stealing glances at my predicament, until I caught her and she looked away. She said to Stephanie, briskly, “Why don’t you go right ahead, Steph? I think I interrupted something when I arrived, didn’t I?” She added, with excessive bonhomie, “Let the show go on!” But I adored her for it.

Stephanie wore only one thing, and now glanced at it. “Nope,” she said. “We’d just be interrupted. Don’t forget, I came with friends for the weekend. They would have been here sooner, but I phoned them to pick up a birthday cake.

“In fact, that’s them, now.”

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Getting the Decorators In

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Author’s note: All characters are eighteen or over.

Tina and I were eleven when we started at St Edwina’s. Seven years on we were still friends but no longer little girls. Almost overnight we were big-boobed, leggy and curvy-arsed. Tina lost her virginity first, and mine quickly followed. Since turning eighteen we’d been pretty wild but always went our own ways when it came to sex. That changed during our last summer at the school, and a week before exams. You see, that’s when the decorators were with us.

The headmaster and Miss S— were the two people we least wanted to bump into as we tottered in our strappy, wedge-heeled sandals on our way to the assembly hall that memorable morning. Everyone was in classes and the corridors had been empty until Mr B— appeared outside his office doorway. He didn’t call us over, just stared. Slim and sleek in his business suit, and not usually seen about much except at morning assemblies, he was an unsettling apparition. We kept moving; I was carrying the tray of drinks, Tina the biscuits. I looked the other way while she smiled at him, the picture of innocence in her blond pigtails—and, as the boys at the college across the road knew, she was anything but innocent. Mr B— backed into his office and closed the door.

‘Typical man,’ she said, unperturbed. ‘See him getting an eyeful?’

Understandable really, for in being ever so good in our old school uniforms we were being ever so bad. A relaxed regime for girls in their final two years at St Edwina’s Girls’ College, a please-yourself dress code, but within reason as we were expected to set an example to the younger ones. Tina and I had worn jeans, sweatshirts and other casual stuff like the rest of our year but the other day Wilf, one of the decorators, had wondered aloud what we looked like in school uniform. Wondering ourselves the previous evening; in my bedroom we’d giggled as we squeezed into gear we’d grown out of a couple of years back.

‘This stuff’s cutting off my circulation,’ I complained, with the doors to the assembly hall in sight. We’d got into our uniforms in the sports hall changing room before preparing the decorators’ drinks in the senior girls’ common room kitchenette. Our buttoned white cotton shirts were the problem—and more for me than Tina. My boobs, large, high and round, pressed out tightly against the cotton and there wasn’t much “give” left for breathing. This was the only time I’ve ever thought having bigger ones wasn’t all about fun and games. Tina’s only slightly less substantial up top, but makes up for it with the perkiest pink nipples. The plaid skirts were constricting too. And we’d cut several inches off the hems, just to help things along with the decorators you understand. A hand’s width of bare flesh over the tops of Tina’s thigh-high red-and-white striped socks. As for me, well my legs are long and well-shaped and don’t need any help from socks or tights. I have the edge looks-wise, though valuing our friendship I never say as much.

With Mr B— out of the way, it was tough luck Miss S— coming out of the staffroom and cornering us. She’s hard-faced, her grey hair in a mannish cut, not a womanly roundness on her anywhere. Our skirts were a bit on the short-side, weren’t they? And where were we going with the drinks and biscuits?

‘They’re for the decorators,’ I said, flushing a little. She gestured for us to continue, followed and waited outside as we went in. As the double doors closed behind, the guys’ greetings rebounded off the high walls they’d been painting an off-white. They held their wet paint brushes like weapons, their biceps bulging. White teeth in cheesy grins. They all wore paint-stained white bib-and-brace overalls. We’d taken mugs of tea out to them the day before when they’d been having their lunches in the white van parked at the edge of the schoolyard.

‘Good to see you, girls,’ Wilf said. He was my favourite, the oldest at twenty-seven, and as fit as fuck. He was the gaffer, but a pretty laid-back boss, it seemed to me. He had long Jesus-hair and light stubble, brown eyes that wickedly twinkled “sex”.

They laid down their brushes and sat on plastic stack chairs. Waiting to be served, they took in our legs, our plaid-clad curves. We smiled like air hostesses and bent from the waist to place tea mugs and the biscuits on a low folding table. Sustaining my deep bend, I felt gazes enter the unbuttoned top third of my white cotton shirt like guided missiles to impact on the hanging juicy fruit of my boobs. Tina stood perilously close to Piers who had virtually no choice but to see where the hem of her skirt aligned with the under-swells of her buttocks. He tucked back a strand of blond hair behind a ringed ear, an almost feminine motion in contrast to maleness of everything else about him.

‘Don’t they look cool, guys?’ he said, his lips moist as he slurped tea.

‘Cool and hot,’ Markey said. I let out a giggle as Markey’s tea steamed-up his designer glasses. He was darker than the others, dapper in his gear, bodrum escort his arms toned. Jack was the youngest and the tallest, his eyes round and baby-blue. Mesmerised by our blatant display, his mug of tea was tipping.

‘You’re spilling, Jack,’ Wilf said, with a mock-sorrowful shake of his head.

‘Shit,’ Jack said, a dimple of annoyance in his cheek as he looked down at the wet patch on his crotch. We all laughed. Aftershave and an exciting sweaty musk was coming through the heady tang of fresh paint.

‘Looks like you’ve nearly finished,’ I said, with a glance at the walls.

‘Like you’re interested,’ Wilf said with a laugh. He was so right. During previous all-too-brief encounters we’d made it clear it wasn’t their brush-strokes we were interested in. We’d enjoyed liaisons with several choice specimens from the boys’ school opposite, but Wilf and his crew were a different proposition. Real men, all in their twenties but for Jack, only a matter of weeks away.

The door opened and Miss S— appeared, arms folded, tight-lipped.

‘We were wandering if you wanted something at lunchtime?’ I kept my voice low. She was at far end of the hall but probably had bat-sensitive ears. ‘Or have you brought packed lunches?’ I took in the well-packed crotches of their paint-spattered work pants and they splayed their legs that bit wider.

Tina sniggered and the boys exchanged looks between them. ‘”Something” sounds good,’ Piers murmured. Miss S— tipped up her chin sternly, said in a sing-song tone, ‘Come on, girls.’

‘We were thinking of going to the pub,’ Wilf said, ‘But we might stay here if you keep us company.’

Tina and I put on sexy hip-swings as we headed for the door. It felt good to annoy Miss S— who viewed us with gimlet eyes and could do nothing. Leaving school soon, adults for God’s sake—and looking it. The gazes raking up the backs of my legs to my arse felt even better. By the time we got to the school library we were nearly doubled over and stifling mad laughter. Girls revising at tables looked over their books at us disapprovingly. We sat at an empty carrel.

‘So, Amy, if you had to choose,’ Tina said. ‘Which one?’

‘They’ve all got something special—and we’ve not even seen the best bits yet,’ I said, feeling a prickling in my nipples. Wilf, I admitted eventually.

‘I like Piers and Jack,’ she said.

‘Yes, but if you had to pick one.’

‘Why pick one when I can have two?’ Tina said, and she had a point, though if you followed that logic three was even better—four better still. Still, four for me would mean none for Tina. This wasn’t going to be a competition, I had to remind myself.

We were too hyped-up to concentrate on revision for exams next week and time dragged. At last, with midday in sight, we stood and checked our makeup and hair in our compact mirrors. Trying to compose ourselves, we left the library five minutes before the bell was due to go off for lunch hour.

Second time around we were lucky, no Miss S— or Mr B— lurking as we went through the entrance foyer to the assembly hall. We burst in and the doors knocked together behind us.

The chairs had been moved and the boys were sitting on the floor in a small enclave they’d constructed from white dustsheets draped over four long tables, the upright piano and an aluminium stepladder. Anyone looking through the glass panels set into the double-doors or standing in the schoolyard on the other side of big windows lining one side of the hall would have no inkling of any mischief in here. Only the plaster bust of St Edwina, high on her plinth by the stage, would see what we got up to. Over the hard wood flooring, more dustsheets made for a smooth white carpet which wouldn’t be so smooth by the end of the hour. Our gazes gravitated to the guys’ crotches. Hard wood—we weren’t going to go short of that in the next hour.

Wilf was on his back, propped up on his elbows, his legs stretched out in an unapologetic V. Markey and Jack were sitting, cross-legged. Piers knelt, thumbs in his belt, fingers splayed towards his promising bulge. Unlike the others, he wore no shirt under his overalls and could show off his well-muscled shoulders and the outer edges of his pecs.

Wilf said, ‘Jack,’ and jerked his head towards the double doors. Jack left us. ‘Take a seat, girls.’ Wilf and Markey patted a small space between them and I sat. Comfier than I’d expected. Thinking ahead, the boys had put rubber gym mats under the dustsheets. Tina got down by Piers. Sitting made our skimpy skirts shrink up towards our waists. The guys swallowed and licked their lips at the expanse of bare skin between our wedge heels and our generous curves. Wilf let out a low whistle.

Through a gap between two sheets I saw Jack wedge a chair under the handles of the double doors, then cover the glass panels with a paint-stained rag and secure it in place with nails he lightly tapped in with a hammer. My heart was tapping too, especially when the lunch hour bell sounded. bodrum merkez escort Classrooms emptied and there was a tumult of footsteps and light chattering voices as girls surged into the dining room and out into the playground. Though we could talk normally with little chance of being overheard, Wilf turned up the volume on a digital radio which all week had been pumping out rock music while they worked.

Piers handed me and Tina a beer bottle each. ‘This’d be perfect with a smoke,’ he said. Obvious, what he meant by “smoke”. He was kind of hippyish with his pony tail and lean frame. Smirks of agreement from the others, including Jack who had returned.

I caught Tina’s gaze and we exchanged a silent communication. Though we didn’t need alcohol or pot to get us in the mood, we tipped back our bottles, Tina a little too enthusiastically. She choked and spluttered, her face reddening. Piers grinned and whacked her on the back until she recovered. Feeling happy and horny I stretched out my legs and felt rough patches on the dustsheet beneath me and idly wondered if any of them weren’t so much dried paint as old cum-stains. I wouldn’t put it past these guys to have taken time out from previous jobs to get frisky with other girls on these sheets.

We chatted and drank over ten minutes or so, the atmosphere getting heavier. We all wanted action not words. The walls gleamed faintly a creamy off-white, prompting from Tina a typically off-colour remark which broke an extended silence taken up by the boys checking out our bodies and vice versa.

‘Hey, Amy, like the pearly-white colour scheme—what does it remind you of?’

Tina’s like a big kid sometimes, but I couldn’t help smirking and the guys looked at each other and grinned like cats about to get the cream. Thinking of the prospect of ‘cream’ heading our way, my and Tina’s smiles were even more justified.

‘Wish there’d been girls like you when I was at school,’ Wilf said with a look that thrilled through me.

‘Bloody hell, that’s a while ago,’ Jack said, and I guessed he’d been given licence to say such things.

‘Twenty-seven and in my prime,’ Wilf said. Prime beef in the tightness of his pants meant I was going to be filled as well as thrilled.

‘What d’you mean, “girls like us”?’ I said. ‘We’re sexually liberated, that’s all.’

I wasn’t sure he’d been listening as he took evident pleasure running his fingers through my long hair, the same copper colour, he would soon discover, as the neatly trimmed landing strip concealed in my panties and designed for incoming aircraft to aim for. A significant moment, Markey setting aside his glasses, then he and Wilf were unlacing their trainers and pulling them off along with their socks.

‘I’m more your age,’ Jack said, edging closer to Tina, peering down the dark cleft between her bra-less tits. She’d undone the top three or four buttons of her shirt and Jack was delicately pulling the material apart at each side and exposing more of her. On her other side, Piers prised off her wedge sandals and peeled her striped socks down to her knees. ‘Hey, what’s this?’

Twin tattoos of blue-green wavy snakes on the inner surface of each thigh pointed in the direction many a straighter length had headed lately. She parted her legs and Piers got a better look; he traced a finger up one green-blue serpent, lingered at the damp gusset of her panties, then traced down the other. All four guys were looking though I wasn’t convinced it was the tattoos which fascinated them. Even so, I resolved to get one or two for myself, and soon. For now, I didn’t doubt that once these hunks had clapped eyes on my bare curves the absence of tattoos would be neither here nor there.

Piers was going to get naked first though. He was in a hell of a hurry shrugging off his bib-and-brace overalls and Tina’s and my eyes fed hungrily on hard abs and chest muscle, dusted with fine golden hairs. Not to be outdone, Jack shook off the top half of his overalls. His body looked waxed, his muscles nicely defined and he flexed them for Tina’s and my delectation. Removing their trainers was a sure sign that their work pants were next for casting off.

Wilf had paint-stained cloths in a plastic bag which he put down behind me. He placed a finger against my collar bone and pushed. I acquiesced, lying back passively with my head on the makeshift pillow. He began to strip down and I liked what I saw from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist. A slender gold chain glinted against the thin coating of dark hair on his rounded pecs; a trail of hair went down the central groove of his abs. Markey had pulled off his tee-shirt; he was smooth, his torso not quite as V-shaped as Wilf’s. Both guys got down and lay on their sides facing me, their heads propped on the palms of their hands, gazes roving over me from head to foot, lingering at the spread of my hips which their bulging crotches nudged against. And that seemed to be as far as they wanted to go. For bodrum otele gelen escort the moment at least their tight trousers and my tiny skirt weren’t coming off. With avuncular smiles they looked across to the other three. I wasn’t here for “avuncular” but I looked across too.

Tina and Piers leant against the back of the upright piano. He had his arm around her and their faces were up close, tongues touching. Jack took her chin and turned her to face him. He popped the final two buttons of her shirt and there was an intake of breaths as she thrust out her boobs. Piers and Jack got to work on them with their fingers.

Tina was ahead of me. My guys needed get a move on.

‘Hey you two,’ I said, stamping my wedge sandal heels down hard.

‘No worries, Amy,’ Wilf said, in a gently chastising tone.

‘Yeah,’ Markey added, ‘We like to take things real slow.’

‘I can see that,’ I said tersely. ‘There’s less than an hour, then Tina and I have got a class to go to.’

Wilf’s strong hand skated beneath my skirt belt, into the tiny scrap of silk that comprised my panties. ‘Mmmm,’ I said at the sweet sensation as his middle finger slipped under the hood of my clit and lingered there. Markey undid the remaining buttons of my shirt save for one that looked on the point of unbuttoning itself under the pressure of my rapidly heaving tits. Wilf’s finger went lower and I gasped as it played an inch between my sticky lips.

He spared the younger guys a pitying glance, said, ‘Those two’ll be over in five minutes.’

‘Oh yeah?’ Piers and Jack crowed back. Never mind those two, I thought, longing for a bigger invader than Wilf’s finger.

Piers and Jack had Tina onto her back, her head on a pillow of flattened cardboard boxes, and they were delivering little pecks to her cheeks and neck. Her firm tits were defying gravity, the boys’ fingers making her nipples a whole lot perkier.

I closed my eyes as Wilf stretched my tie sideways from my neck. The last button gave up the struggle and the halves of my shirt shot back to each side as if on elastic. Breathing hard, Wilf undid the front clasp of my lacy black bra and both guys, their faces full of greedy concentration, unpacked my big rounded boobs. Just a few squeezes and their hot breaths before they drew back a little to let me squirm my shoulders out of my shirt and bra, the effort making my tits bounce and wobble while the boys’ eyes took them in, their tongues ready in their open mouths. My gear cast aside, they were onto me. I cradled their heads, fingers raking into their hair, moaning under the onslaught of their nipping teeth, their hot wet tongues mercilessly wrapping and unwrapping round my stiff nipples and sending bolts of pleasure, like two hot wires, right down to my pussy.

Things were heating up for the other three too. The pressure exerted on each side by Tina’s lovers forced her tits up high. She lifted her bottom and Piers smartly tugged her skimpy skirt down to her ankles and off, then Jack did the same with her panties. He whirled them around his head, let go and they flew in a trajectory straight onto the plaster bust of St Edwina by the stage, conveniently blindfolding her. Tina’s cheer was abruptly cut off by the sight of Piers yanking down his work pants. She stared fixedly at the distinct outline of his cock, bent horizontally towards his hip in his ruckled old-fashioned speedos—that was until Jack went one better, yanking his work pants and boxer shorts down and off in one go. He looked around, triumphant at being the first to get completely naked. Piers was the second, once Tina had tugged his speedos down his athletic thighs and off. We saw what he was made of, too.

At last, I thought. Two big pieces of beef, out in the open and ready for action. And wearing just her school tie and striped socks, Tina looked more than ready for them. Jack’s was thick and long, Pier’s just as long and with a pronounced curve out and in towards his navel.

I looked at my guys expectantly, but they were too busy plastering my quivering tits with saliva to notice their workmates were as bare as the day they were born. Too many layers of fabric between my pussy and cocks three and four—and I couldn’t even reach to their zippers. Don’t get me wrong, I could have handled minutes more of their tongues swirling over my tits, but the craving in my cunt for some honest-to-goodness male meat was overwhelming.

I don’t think the boys noticed me thrusting up my hips, getting my thumbs into the belt-loops of my skirt and tugging down as far as my arms could reach. I got an opportunity to push things further when Wilf, then Markey, started licking up towards my neck, then my earlobes, then began digging their fingers into my glossy coppery hair, turning my face one way then the other for kisses. As they moved up my body another two or three inches, I realised we were thinking along the same lines. You see, their zippers were no longer out of reach of my restless fingers.

Moving my hands outwards, I drew down one zipper followed by the other. With appreciative murmurs encouraging me to explore further, my fingers slithered into their white trousers and on into gratifyingly skimpy briefs where their hot hard dicks twitched against the delicate touch of my fingertips, then burgeoned mightily as I got two fistfuls.

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With a few days alone without the kids, my wife and I headed north to our secluded cabin on a lake and in the woods. Since it was a warm July Saturday, we decided to canoe on a nearby river.

It’s a quiet, mellow river that runs through a state park. There are a couple places where you can drive up and rent a canoe and they will come and pick you up downstream and bring you back to your car once you call them from one of several rustic landings along the river.

We had canoed it before. The river is intimate and fairly narrow. Save for a couple small rapids, it’s peaceful and you rarely see many people as it meanders through a forest and it occasionally widens into marshy or swamp-like areas that are popular for waterfowl watching. There are no homes or developments along the route we were headed.

After arranging for the rental canoe and getting the number to call for the pick-up, we headed down to the canoe racks to grab the boat and gear.

Two young couples who appeared to be in the early 20’s, and were likely locals from the small nearby town, were loading items into their two canoes. No doubt out for a fun weekend paddle after a long week of working during the summer’s busy season.

It was a little after 10:00am, but it was already in the low 80’s and the humidity was up. It was going to be a warm one. Both girls were wearing tight tank tops and short shorts. They were thin and super cute. One blonde, one brunette.

The brunette had her hair tied back, a cute little nose ring on the side of her nose and a tattoo around her ankle. The blonde had slightly bigger tits and mid-length hair. The guys were fit and fairly clean cut. All four greeted us warmly as we approached.

My wife, at 40, looks much younger. She’s beautiful, petite, in-shape, and brunette with shorter-length hair. She too was wearing short shorts and her one-piece bathing suit underneath served as her top. Her bathing suit was held up by a single tie around her neck with a good sized plunge between her boobs.

As we started to pull our cane off the rack, I saw the guys loading a cooler full of beers into each of their canoes. Getting drunk in the sun as you paddle down a lazy river on a summer day was a pretty good call.

Since she’s only 5’2″, my wife was stretching to reach for the canoe, so one of the guys ran over to help her.

“Here, let me get that for you,” said one of the guys as he sped over to grab her end of the canoe and help lift it down.

“Thank you!” my wife said with a smile.

“No problem, Ma’am, a pleasure,” said the young man, catching a quick look at my wife’s little boobs in her red bathing suit. The material at her chest had moved a bit and you could see her tan line.

We started loading our gear in to the canoe. My wife bent over, showing her cute little ass and tight tanned legs to the other couples. I could see both of the guys checking her out with the brunette grinning at them and giving them a raised eyebrow when they turned and saw they were caught sneaking a peak.

“I don’t blame you, boys, she’s a little MILF hottie,” I could over hear her saying to them merrily but quietly as I busied myself organizing for the day.

Their two canoes were set to go and they had all cracked beers with an enthusiastic toast. The guy who helped lower our canoe walked over and said, “Hey, I’m Steve. Looks like we’re all going to be canoeing together – that’s my girlfriend, Emma, and my friend Rob and his girlfriend Becca – we hope we don’t bug you guys.”

Behind him I could see the girls shedding their shorts and tanks tops. After the girls had stripped down to their bikinis, it was hard to look away. Their young, thin, tight, bodies in barely-there string bikinis, leaning into the canoes with their perfect, slightly more than handful-sized boobs hanging down, was almost too much to take!

Emma, Steve’s girlfriend, was the brunette and she waved and yelled, “Cute suit!” to my wife as she sat down in the front of their canoe. Rob and Becca climbed into theirs.

I said, “Not a chance! You guys have all the fun you want. We’re out for a fun and mellow day, don’t worry about us. Here, let me help you all shove off.”

“Cool, thank you. If we don’t see you on the river, we’ll probably see you midway at the picnic landing. We have plenty of food and drinks if you need any,” replied Steve.

As I shoved them off, I got a good look at the girls’ cute little bikini-clad asses seated up front in each of the canoes. They all yelled, “Thank you!” as they began floating away. Both girls lifted their paddle over their heads, showing escort bodrum off their chests and let out a, “Woohoo!”

“Let’s let them get a bit ahead,” I said.

“OK,” my wife said, as she pulled down her shorts and placed them in the middle of the canoe. I love seeing her little waxed pussy lips beneath bathing suit material. She gave me plenty of time to look as she stood there smiling up at me with her hands on her hips. After slapping on plenty of sunscreen on each other, we were ready to go.

Climbing in to the canoe, we set off and started chatting. It was as calm and warm as a day can be. I started the conversation by asking her who she thought was the hottest of the group ahead of us. It was an ambiguous question, and I was curious about whether she would identify one of the guys, or one of the girls.

“I’m not sure, they all seem cute and nice,” she said.

For the past couple days we had pillow-talked about fantasies, as we do from time to time. We both discussed it would be hot if we had sex with another couple, but neither of us could imagine how that could ever happen, and neither of us wanted to risk what we had for a fantasy.

We both thought it could only work only if they were strangers. This would avoid any emotional connections or possible social risk. Fun to think about, but hard to do anonymously.

About an hour after we shoved off from shore, we were about to round a bend when we could hear the two couples laughing in the distance, as we rounded the bend they were about 200 yards ahead of us. The two girls had just taken their bikini tops off and were waving them over their heads and laughing.

“Does that give you any ideas, baby?” I asked.

“I think I’d need more sunscreen,” she said. At that point she put down her paddle and leaned way back in the seat, propped her elbows on the bar behind her seat and faced up to catch some rays.

Their canoes disappeared as the river bent again. When we rounded the next bend about fifteen minutes later, we come upon their canoes quickly. Both were pulled along the shore in a marshy area. The guys were both seated in the back of the canoes looking ashore.

As we came abreast of them, we could see both topless girls squatting with their bikini bottoms pulled down. They were facing the river and peeing in tandem, each arcing little streams. When Becca saw us she covered her boobs with her hands and said, “Oh gosh!”

“No worries, nothing we haven’t seen before!” I said.

Emma just looked up laughing and didn’t attempt to cover anything; their pussies on full display in the summer sun.

“Guess we’ve had a few, had to make a stop,” said Steve smiling to us.

“Ha. We’ll see you guys down the river, have fun!” said my wife.

After paddling for another twenty minutes or so, we came upon a small sign from the Department of Natural Resources noting the picnic area and we pulled the canoe ashore. There was a grassy clearing near the water with a wood picnic table behind a stand of tall reeds that fronted the river’s edge. A narrow path led up into the woods.

I pulled out our cooler and carried it up to the picnic table. After pulling out a bottle of chilled Prosecco and popping the top, I dumped out the water from our water bottles and filled them with the bubbly.

“Cheers!” said my wife as we toasted a beautiful summer day in the woods. We hadn’t packed much in the way of food – mostly nectarines, plums, and trail bars, so we finished those and the bottle in short order. I had packed a second bottle and was about to open it when we heard the other two canoes approaching.

“I’m going to use the facilities before the gang gets here,” said my wife as she headed up the path. As she went, she folded the sides of her bathing suit into the crack of her ass to form a G-string and wiggled at me for fun. The narrow path led to a small log outhouse that was about 40 feet from the picnic area.

As the canoes approached, I walked down and helped them pull ashore. Still topless, both girls hopped out.

“I have to pee, promise I won’t do it in front of you again!” said Emma as she ran up the path in her small bikini bottoms, following my wife.

Steve, Rob, and I pulled their coolers out and towards the picnic table while Becca stretched her back a displayed her bare chest to the sun and everyone else.

Emma and my wife came walking back down the path chatting merrily as Steve and Rob passed around beers and snacks. Becca and the guys and I were seated at the picnic table as Emma and my wife joined us as I popped the second turgutreis escort bottle and re-filler her cup.

My wife sat between me and Emma one side of the table with Becca and the guys on the other. Topless, both girls were quite a distraction, yet both of them seemed totally at ease. We chatted about town and how they all knew each other and they asked about us.

I saw Emma put her hand on my wife’s knee and slide her hand up towards her crotch which was covered only by her bathing suit. She grinned a little – obviously enjoying the attention.

“You have a beautiful bare vagina, do you wax it? There’s really no waxing place up here, so we usually just shave” said Emma while looking right at my wife.

“How did you see her vagina?” I asked laughing.

“I’m wearing a one-piece bathing suit! I had to pull it all the way down to use the outhouse. Emma opened the door as I was standing up. And yes, I have a regular waxing appointment,” giggled my wife.

“Can we see it too? Please!” asked Steve.

“You are the most overdressed…,” I joked and making eye contact with my wife.

“I don’t think I can, and no one wants to see me after seeing the two of you!” said my wife.

“No way – Steve and I were talking about how hot you are! I hope I get to look like you when I’m older. If I get completely naked, will you?” she asked. Emma then slid her hand further up my wife’s thigh and put her other hand on my wife’s back and began tentatively rubbed my wife’s crotch with her thumb.

Then Emma grinned and stood as best she could while at the picnic table and quickly hooked her thumbs on her bikini bottoms and pulled them down revealing her little cunt before slipping them off her feet and sitting back down on the bench next my wife and me.

“Oh my god – yeah, baby!” exclaimed Becca.

“Your turn!” said Emma to Becca while leaning forward across the picnic table wither her bare ass on the wood bench and shaking her chest. My wife patted Emma’s thigh and then left her hand resting near Emma’s crotch. Emma put her hand on top of my wife’s and laced her fingers through my wife’s and held it there.

“Baby, it’s only fair if everyone sees yours,” said Rob while pulling the elastic waist of Becca’s tiny bikini bottoms out and away from her taught belly and looking down into her crotch. He leaned over and kissed her neck.

With a grin, Becca then stood up on the bench, turned around so her ass was facing us, and slid her bikini bottoms down to her feet and stepped out of them. Her gorgeous lithe ass hovered above the table with the bright sun revealing every detail of her pussy lips and asshole. She then turned and sat down. We all applauded while Rob kissed her and rubbed her breasts.

Emma and I made eye contact and she gave me a mischievous grin. We were on either side of my wife and we both leaned in and started kissing my wife’s neck while also fondling her thighs.

My wife closed her eyes and rolled her head back.

After untying the string around her neck, Emma and I peeled her one piece bathing suit down to her waist, revealing her small, perky breasts and her tan, flat tummy. We each kissed her and caressed her little boobs.

She stood and I moved her around to the front of the picnic table. After lifting her up onto the table, she laid back with her knees up. I pulled the rest of her bathing suit off as she lifted up butt and arched her back so I could pull it off completely. She stretched out her legs as I pulled the suit over her little feet. Now she was completely naked and she let her knees fall to the side, showing off her pussy.

Steve and Rob were rubbing her all over. Rob stripped off his suit and put a hand on my wife’s tits while cupping Becca’s ass with his other. Steve began rubbing in circles above my wife’s vagina.

Emma put her knees on the bench and bent down to kiss my wife on the lips. It was tentative at first, and then the two became more passionate.

While continuing to kiss, Emma began rubbing my wife’s little boobs and her stomach. She then rubbed her right tit on my wife’s left tit. Meanwhile, Steve was rubbing the inside of my wife’s thighs and slowly pushed her knees further apart, revealing more of her crotch to the outdoor sun. He then walked around the edge to the front of the picnic bench and got between her knees. He bent down and began licking her pussy.

I was standing behind Emma’s tight, little ass as she leaned over and was kissing and fondling my wife.

I bent down to get a closer look at Emma’s ass and pussy lips türkbükü escort from behind. I kissed either side of her ass cheeks and breathed in heavily. I doubt I will ever forget the musky smell of her backside mixed with the smell of damp, wet bathing suit. Pulling her cheeks apart slightly, I tongued her little asshole and heard Emma say, “Oh, yes” as I swirled and probed. I then slowly inserted my index finger into her asshole.

I stood and leaned forward with my other hand and reached around – softly cupping and caressing her tits while sliding my index finger in and out of her ass. Meanwhile Rob had moved closer to the picnic table and my wife was stroking his cock with her left hand while he continued to finger Becca from behind with his right hand.

Steve stopped licking my wife’s pussy and stood. He had his bathing suit around his ankles and looked at me with eyebrows slightly raised, asking permission. It seemed as though that’s where this was headed, so I gave a slight shrug. My wife would call it off if she wanted.

Standing in front of the table and between my wife’s upraised knees, I could see Steve begin positioning himself to enter my wife’s vagina. It was probably well-lubed from both our sex conversation in the canoe and Steve having gone down on her. He began pushing in and my wife lifted up her hips and reached down to help guide him in. It looked like he entered easily and she softly moaned as he starting to pump slowly and we could hear her wetness.

Rock hard and standing behind Emma’s gorgeous naked ass, I pulled my suit off and positioned to enter her. She too was crazy wet, and I entered her hot little pussy. She immediately began pushing back at a quick pace and I grabbed her narrow hips. Thrusting in and out, I moved my hands lower and pulled her butt cheeks apart so I could better see her little asshole. She could tell what I was doing and paused from kissing my wife, looked back and mad eye contact with a little grin.

Rob was hard as a rock after having my wife had stroked him – he moved behind Becca who was leaning over the table and entered her. Rob and I faced each other as we fucked Becca and Emma from behind. Becca’s tits swayed as she got into a groove with Rob. Becca had her eyes closed and seemed transfixed with Rob’s thrusting as she gripped the picnic table, but she continued to suck on my wife’s left nipple.

Emma’s young, hot, wet cunt was almost too much to control. Fearing I would cum immediately, I pulled out. Her little asshole was begging to be entered. I placed the tip of my cock on her little wrinkled anus and rubbed up and down. She pushed back; giving a signal she wanted it in her, so I slowly began to enter her ass. Emma controlled the slide of my cock into her ass by occasionally pausing then pushing back a bit when she was ready for me to go in further. Together we then started a slow, rhythmic fucking of her ass.

Her hot ass was amazing. I reached forward and grabbed both of her boobs as I slowly slid in and out of her asshole. Bracing herself on the table with her left hand, Emma continued to kiss my wife and rub her all over with her other hand.

Steve was sliding in and out of my wife’s vagina as she lay with her head to the side kissing Emma. After several minutes of fucking and writhing outside in the sun, we all began to near climax. Steve pumped into my wife and I could hear her moan as he released into her. At the same time I grabbed Emma’s hips and finished deep in her asshole. Rob and Becca were thrusting with abandon and he buried his cock deep into her pussy and they both came audibly.

I kissed Emma between her shoulder blades as I slowly pulled out of her ass, leaving cum leaking out of her little brown star.

“Whoa – that was intense,” said Becca as she slowly stood up and put her arm around Rob and kissed him. Everyone was slippery and covered in a sheen of sweat. Steve slid out of my wife’s vagina and he pulled her into a seated position.

I could see cum leaking from my wife’s pussy onto the picnic table. Emma got off the bench and turned around to face me – she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back. She was glistening head to toe with sweat. She smiled and said, “Let’s all rinse off.”

My wife grabbed my hand and kissed me as the six of us sweaty, naked, and clingy walked the few steps towards the narrow boat landing and plunged into the river.

The water felt incredible. After cooling off in the river we got out and packed up our things. The three guys put our trunks back on, but the women all stayed naked.

The three canoes were all lined-up and the women climbed aboard facing us paddles in hand, smiling, and with nothing on

“Wow,” said Steve. “What are you guys doing tomorrow?”

“Forget tomorrow, I’m not sure I can wait until the next rest area!” said Rob.

We shoved off and began paddling on in the warm sun.

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Tia and I had been friends for a long time. Not the best friends, we tell each other everything type, just the get together go out every once in a while and have fun type. Sometimes her boyfriend Rich would join us. We’d go to the bar or dance club have a few drinks, relax and gossip about whatever.

Tia is a couple years older than me at 27. She’s about 5′ 7″, blond hair and liquid brown eyes. She’s quite slender, but with a decent sized chest. Her and Rich look perfect together. He’s just over 6′, built like a god with jet black hair, piercing blue eyes and a charming personality. Me…(my name is Jayden) I’m only 5’4″ chestnut hair and hazel eyes. Probably my best feature is my D cup chest and curvaceous hips. I’m not as slender as Tia, but I don’t have any excess luggage either…just well placed curves!

Anyhow, the middle of last week Tia called to see if I wanted to go out with her and Rich. We hadn’t done anything in about a month and I had that weekend free so I agreed. We were to meet at a local dance club.

I’m not a slut, but I like attention just as much as the next girl, so when Friday came, I donned my black g-string panties and matching bra, black mini-skirt, black and red button up top and my black heeled boots. (I think black is one of the sexiest colors as long as you throw a splash of color in there somewhere.) My hair hung free, falling down below my shoulders and my make-up was subtle. I felt pretty confident about myself as I walked in the door to the club and looked around for Tia and Rich. I found them sitting at the bar laughing. I joined them and ordered a Long Island Ice Tea.

“About time you got here, I thought you were going to stand us up.” Tia teased.

I just smiled as I took my drink and threw the money down on the bar. “Hey, perfection takes time.” I gave her a wink. “So, it looks kinda dead for a Friday night.” There was maybe a quarter of the people there than usual.

“I know.” Tia agreed. “Rich and I were just talking and we were thinking maybe we could convince you to come over to the house and play cards or something. We could stop by the liquor store and pick up the stuff for your ‘tea’ first.”

I thought about that for a moment. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. I agreed. “If we are going to do that we need to hurry and get to your place before this drink hits me…lol” I gulped the remainder of my ‘tea’ down. I liked to have a good time, but I wasn’t one for drinking and driving.

We hurried and within 20 minutes were safely at Tia’s. Rich started mixing the drinks and Tia motioned for me to take a seat at the kitchen table.

“So, what are we playing?” I asked.

“How risky are you feeling tonight?” Tia laughed and wiggled her brows at me.

“Or should she say, ‘how frisky?’ ” Rich laughed as he set a glass down in front of me. I looked from one to the other.

“Ok, what’s going on you two?”

They smiled at each other before Tia answered. “How do you feel about a game of strip poker?”

Hmmm…I looked at Tia then at Rich. A chance to see Rich naked…or nearly naked, depending on who won. The idea started making me wet. I knew then I’d be a fool to pass that up. I was pretty good at poker anyway, not that they knew that.

I shrugged and said, “I’m game, who deals first?”

Twenty minutes later Tia was down to her sexy red silk bra and matching thongs, Rich was down to his jeans and whatever he had under them and I was still in my lacy black bra, miniskirt and g-string. “Ok, show your cards.” Rich ordered. Yes! I was safe. It was Tia who had the low hand. With a smile and a shrug she released the clasps on her bra and tossed it aside and reached for the cards since it was her deal. I heard her say something, but it didn’t register because I couldn’t bodrum escort take my eyes of her beautiful tits.

I’ve never taken part in any bisexual/homosexual experiences in my life, but the sight of her tits was making me wet. Her skin was evenly tanned and looked so smooth. Her boobs were so firm and bouncy and her nipples…for a second I wondered what it would be like to suck one of those tempting morsels into my mouth. I felt a gush of wetness between my thighs and shook myself out of those thoughts as I picked up my cards.

“I’m sorry, Tia…what did you say?”

She giggled. “Fives are wild…how many cards do you want?”

My concentration was blown. No matter how hard I tried to think about the cards in my hand and not look at that set of perfect globes across from me, it was useless. I lost the next hand.

“WooHoo!!! Off with that skirt and do your turn!” Tia cheered. House rules were that every time you lost an article of clothing you had to stand up and do a catwalk turn before continuing the game.

I dropped my skirt and rotated for my friends. “Oh, Tia hunny, I think our little Jayden is getting a little turned on by our game…” I could see his eyes affixed on the small, and wet triangular piece of material that covered my slit. It only made me wetter.

I tried to laugh it off as I sat back down. “Yeah, well it’s been a while since I’ve had any, so it doesn’t take much.” I reached for the cards as Tia rose to make more drinks, it’d been a while since our glasses had been refilled. Somehow I kept my gaze from wandering over to watch her firm tits and ass bounce as she crossed the floor. I didn’t understand why I was being so turned on by another female.

I called two’s wild and dealt. Just as I picked up my own cards I felt smooth warm skin brush against my shoulder as a drink appeared at my side. I turned my head to find one of those perfect tits graze my already overheated skin and I felt my throat closing up and forced myself to swallow. As Tia straightened back up she let a hand slide up the length of my arm to my shoulder.

“Mmm, you’re skin is so soft.” She whispered in my ear. I felt my own nipples harden in response and tried to clear my throat. “You know, we can take care of that problem for you.”

“P..Problem?” I couldn’t think. Hell all I could do was look at that beautiful body and wonder if I was going to cum right then and there just from the thoughts I was thinking.

Tia laughed. “Yes, that problem of haven’t had any in a while.” The hand that had settled on my shoulder was now sliding down over my chest and to my own large orbs. My nipples tightened even more as her hand brushed my tit and kept traveling. Slowly it made it’s way across my flat abdomen to the top of the underwear. She angled her hand fingers first as she cupped my wet mound. “Oh, damn honey, you are wet. Wet and hot as hell.” Her finger rubbed along my slit and I groaned. I was vaguely aware of Rich rounding the table and pulling my chair out to grant Tia the room she needed to kneel in front of me. She smiled up at me and my legs separated farther crying for her touch. “Damn, and you smell so good. I have to have a taste of you!”

As Tia pulled the scant cloth of the g-string over to one side I felt my tits being freed from their lace prison and strong male hands cupped them. I thought I was going to die of pleasure. When Tia’s wet, hot tongue slid down my slit I thought I’d shatter right there. Her tongue dove between my hot flesh lapping at the pussy juices that had been flowing practically all night. I moaned in delight as it entered my cunt as deep as it could go and her fingers came up to rub my clit. “Fuck your tongue feels so good in my pussy!” I moaned. Rich rolled my nipples gümbet escort between his fingers.

“You like being ate out by another girl, Jade?” Rich pinched my tit.

“Fuck, yes. It feels so good…I’m going to cum!”

“Do it, my little slut. Fucking cum in my girlfriend’s mouth, you whore!” He slapped my tit. The flash of pain brought immense pleasure and I felt my orgasm start to rip me apart inside. I moaned. He slapped my tit again. “Did you hear me, you cunt? I said fuckin’ cum in her mouth! Give her your juices!”

“Oh, fuck…I’m cumming…fuck…another woman is making me cum!!!” My pussy quivered and pulsed as I came in Tia’s mouth and she lapped my pussy juice licking me clean before standing up.

“Damn, you taste so good, Jade!”

Rich grabbed her by her hair tilting her face up to him. He forcefully kissed her, his tongue tasting me within his girlfriend’s mouth. “You’re right, she does taste damn good.” He agreed when he let Tia go. “She also owes you an orgasm I would say. I think it’s time to take this to the bedroom.” He held a hand out to me and I quickly accepted and followed them to the bedroom.

Tia quickly laid down on the bed, spreading her legs wide as she fingered her pussy. “Go on, Jade. You know you want to taste that. You owe her anyway.”

He was right, I did owe her, but first I was going to suck on one of those golden nipples that had first caught my attention. Climbing on the bed I straddled her legs and bent over to catch a nipple in my mouth. I moaned at the pure sensuality of it all. My other hand found her other breast and fondled it as my tongue ringed it’s own nub. I was turned on by the moaning and whimpering that was coming from Jade.

As I decided it was time to try the nectar of the lower regions I felt the mattress shift and glanced over to find a totally naked Rich getting comfortable on the bed and stroking what had to be the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. He had to be about 8-9 inches and he had the girth to go with it. I vowed I would have that cock in my pussy before the night was over. First though, I was going to have my first taste of the womanly nectar that was Tia’s pussy.

Trying to remember exactly how Tia had brought me to climax, I slid my tongue the length of her slit. She moaned and I was encouraged on. I wiggled my tongue between the folds of skin and she instantly bucked her hips up to meet my mouth. I sucked at her juice and moaned in satisfaction. How could I have been missing this?? I loved my cock, but this was heaven. My tongue dove into her cunt, I was hungry for more. I wanted everything she had to offer. I played with her clit as I drank of her juices, enjoying the whimpering and moaning I was causing. I felt the bed shift again and looked up as I ringed Tia’s clit with my tongue and pushed two fingers into her pussy.

Rich was on his knees beside Tia’s head and she was taking his cock deep into her throat. What a fucking turn on. As my tongue went back to work on Tia’s cunt, my fingers found my own pussy.

Rich had looked over at me as I sucked off Tia and fingered my cunt. “My, you are a fuckin whore aren’t you Jade?” His nastiness made me even hotter. I wanted my pussy filled and my fingers just weren’t doing it. I pulled my head back out of Tia’s crotch and rammed three fingers deep in her snatch.

“Fuck, yes I’m a whore…and I want that big cock of yours buried deep in my pussy, so why don’t you shut the fuck up and get over here and fuck my aching pussy!” I was mad with horniness.

Rich pulled his dick from Tia’s mouth and made his way to my side. I watched as he stared at me. Then with out warning he reached out and slapped me across the face. “You think you can talk to me like that bitez escort you bitch? You want to get fucked by this pole?” He stroked his dick in front of my face.

“Fuck ya, I think that’s what I said!”

Whack…another slap across the face. It only turned me on more and Tia received the benefit as my fingers pummeled her twat. “I’m gonna cum…oh fuck!!”

“Cum for me…let me taste your cunt juice!!!” I momentarily forgot Rich and covered Tia’s pussy with my mouth as my tongue went back to ministering her and my fingers frantically rubbed her clit wanting to bring her to orgasm so I could taste her cum.

I was surprised when I felt my ass being grabbed and lifted and my own cunt impaled on that beautiful piece of meat that was Rich’s dick. I moaned in ecstasy. A wonderful tasting cunt on my tongue and a gloriously large and hard cock in my pussy. Every time Rich rammed me with that big cock my face and tongue went deeper into Tia’s pussy’s and she screamed in pleasure.

“Oh, yes, fuck that slut’s cunt while she eats out your girlfriend!!” She yelled at Rich. “Fuck her harder you bastard. Rip that pussy apart.”

He did as he was told. I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life, not to mention being fucked by a cock that big. I moaned against Tia’s pussy lips.

“That’s it!! Pound that pussy…Fuck…I’m cumming. Drink my cunt bitch!!!” She raised her hips pushing her dripping cunt into my mouth as I tried to lick her cunt clean. I lapped as fast as I could, but she was cumming so much I couldn’t keep up with it. Finally she pushed my face off her. “Fuck, for a beginner you do pretty damn good. I want Rich on the bed and you on top of him, fucking like a cowboy riding a horse. You got that?” She asked as she rubbed my nipples. I just shook my head and as soon as Rich was laying down I positioned myself over his cock and slid down the length of him bury that thick meat deep inside my cunt. As I started to fuck him proper I heard a drawer open and close and a minute later I felt Tia bending me over so my ass was revealed as I fucked her boyfriend.

“He may have your cunt, but that beautiful ass is mine!” I felt a cool jelly substance squirted around my asshole and then her fingers sliding in and out as she lubed up my virgin ass. I’d never been fucked in the ass before but the feeling of Rich’s cock deep in my cunt was so awesome, I didn’t give a second thought to the fact that his girlfriend was behind me getting ready to fuck my ass with the dildo strapped on to her crotch.

As she pushed the hard plastic dick deep in my ass my pussy was pushed to the max on Rich’s cock burying the meat in my cunt right up to his balls. I let out a scream. “Holy Fuck!!! Yes, fuck my ass!! I’m fucking your boyfriend’s big dick!! He’s gonna make me cum all over his meat!!! Fuck me harder bitch!”

For such a slender woman Tia could fuck like a piston. She pounded that fake cock so far and so hard into my ass it made me go mad on Rich’s dick. He moaned and groaned under me as I ate that cock up with my pussy, squeezing those muscles, milking him till he was yelling…”You’re gonna make me cum!!”

“I want you to cum hard for me!! Fill my pussy up with that fucking cum of yours so I can lick it clean!!” I squeezed my cunt muscles as hard as I could as I drove my pussy down hard on that dick as the one in my ass gave me an even greater force. “Oh, god, you’d better hurry, cause I’m fucking cumming!!!”

My cunt started spasming around his shaft and Tia kept pounding away at my ass, bringing me to orgasm again and again as I milked Rich’s dick taking him along with me, mixing his cum with my own. I could feel the mixture seeping around his dick waiting to be unleashed as I pulled myself off him backing up onto Tia’s strap on once more and falling to the bed beside Rich.

Tia smiled at us both before undoing the strap on. “You two can rest while I lick you clean, then you’d better be prepare to reciprocate cause I have a couple hole’s that need filling too!!” She laughed and proceeded to clean us up!

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Jenna knew what she was planning all along when she invited Mike and Lauren over for some wine and games. But nonetheless, she planned the night out under mild disguise. When the open-minded couple showed up on her doorstep, she invited them in out of the cold rather quickly.

“Can I take your coats?” She smiled warmly at them.

“Sure,” replied Lauren, “It sure is cold out there!”

But oh so warm in here, she thought. Jenna produced some nicely aged Pinto Grigio to share with her friends, as well as some games: Scrabble, Taboo, and Twister.

“What would you like to play?” She asked her guests.

Mike immediately replied that he was down for Scrabble, a game her was notoriously good at. After he was winning by an impossible margin, Jenna decided it was time to cause some trouble. With a yawn and a stretch she asked,

“How about something to get the blood flowing? Twister always keeps things interesting!”

Also losing, Lauren was quick to jump at the opportunity for a change of pace. Mike, however, not very flexible, decided to be the spinner.

“Left foot blue! Right foot yellow!”

At this point, the girls had managed to thoroughly tangle themselves together in a laughing mess. Sensing the opportunity at right foot yellow, Jenna ‘accidentally’ bumped Lauren’s breast. Slightly surprised, Lauren took little notice.

“Right hand green!”

Jenna seized the opportunity, running her right hand along Lauren’s inner thigh on her way to green. Lauren giggled, bodrum escort bayan this time taking proper note of the slender brunette’s action. The strawberry blonde decided to play along on the next call.

“Right hand yellow!”

Lauren immediately moved her right hand to caress Jenna’s breasts on the way past, making eye contact as she went. She could see the intention of Jenna’s actions in her green eyes, blazing rather brightly.

“Left foot blue!”

This time, Jenna made a real move, sliding her leg between Lauren’s, putting her in closer proximity to the shorter girl. At right hand green, Jenna moved her hand straight up Lauren’s leg without giving up this time. Sensing the game was no longer the objective, Mike said ‘left foot orange,’ just to see what the girls on the floor would do.

Lauren brought her mouth up the Jenna’s, caressing her lips with her own tongue. Jenna let a small moan escaping, realizing she had won this one. She lowered herself over the other girl’s prone form, running her toes along Lauren’s calf, feeling it twitch to her touch. Jenna quickly removed her shirt, exposing herself to Lauren more fully. Lauren took in the sight with a sigh.

“You are so…perfect,” she whispered.

Not to be forgotten, Mike slipped off the couch and started massaging the taller girl’s shoulders. Jenna smiled, slightly surprised at the touch. She allowed Mike to pull her back off of Lauren, giving Lauren time to undress. He pushed Jenna onto the floor, yalıkavak escort running his hand up her inner thigh, noting by the aroma that the girl was already quite wet. He removed the rest of her clothing as well as his own as Lauren came back, running her hands over Mike’s back.

“Give her what she wants,” she murmured, already running her hands over her own body.

Upon seeing the blonde girl’s full figure for the first time, Jenna’s mouth dropped into a small o at the beauty of the other girl. Although short, the girl had unbelievable curves and round, pointy c cups that almost seemed to look at her. Lauren replied by greedily looking the other girl up and down as Mike started to massage Jenna’s already moistened clit. Jenna felt a shudder run through her body at the welcome touch, easing herself into a better position.

After a short while, Lauren straddled the girl and commanded her to share the pleasure, settling her sweet smelling wet pussy directly above the taller girl’s face. Jenna complied quickly and eagerly, wrapping her tongue around the other girl’s clit and allowing her sweet juices to fall into Jenna’s mouth. Lauren immediately moaned and shuddered at the welcome touch of the other girl’s mouth to her pussy.

Not to be outdone, Mike turned up the heat on Jenna, forcing the two girls to shudder together as the anticipation of certain orgasm built in the both. With some timely work by all three, the two girls simultaneously climaxed, konacık escort spreading their juices and excitement everywhere. Mike quickly flipped the girls around so that Jenna was now able to suck his dick as he ate Lauren out. Pleasantly surprised, Lauren found that Mike was pretty large, his dick just waiting to be brought into the action. She slowly teased her lips over his head, causing him to moan her name, “mmmm, Jenna…such a talented mouth…”

She took his dick partially into her mouth, teasing him now with her tongue until he felt that he could no longer take it. With a quick movement, he thrust himself fully into her mouth as she took in the precum practically dripping off his dick. At the same time, Lauren felt another orgasm building at the touch of her lover’s mouth. Working hard to hold it off and keep it building, she glanced down at her friend, thoroughly enjoying herself on Mike’s dick. Lauren began to feel Mike tense up with certain orgasm, as did Jenna. Jenna pulled harder at his dick, sucking with all her might as he suddenly let loose, exploding at the same time as Lauren let out a muffled scream of pleasure at her orgasm.

Mike then flipped them around, quickly pushing his dick into Lauren as the two girl’s lips met once more. After a few quick thrusts to whet her appetite, he moved to the taller brunette girl, filling her ready pussy with his large dick. Moving once more, he kept his dick inside Jenna while fingering Lauren to her sudden delight. Working as best as he could, he pushed the two girls to the edge of orgasm as he prepared himself to cum. And as suddenly as it began, he ended all three of them with a bang, all releasing at the same time in exhausted pleasure. As the two girls fell onto him, Jenna murmured, “I always did love Twister…it keeps things interesting….”

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You’ve come to my apartment, even though I’m not expecting you. You know that I went out with my girlfriend to go dancing. Also, you know how horny grinding on the dance floor makes me, so you want to see if you can reap the benefits of that horniness.

You get up to my stoop and notice that the window is dark and you fear that I wore myself out dancing all night and that I won’t have the strength to fuck your brains out tonight.

‘Oh well’, you think to yourself, you can just enjoy lying by my side.

The stoop is dark so you have a moment of trouble trying to get the key I’ve given you into the door. Finally you have managed to wrangle the lock, and the door is opened.

Yes! Access!

The front room is pitch black, except for the street lamp shinning through the window, filtered by the vertical blinds. A smell of vanilla candles attacks your nose; this smell causes a rise in you, because this is what I light just before having sex. Then you start to worry because I wasn’t expecting you tonight, but yet you still smell the candles, the vanilla candles that you have begun to think of as the smell of sex, whether slow and passionate or hot and fast, it’s the smell of sex, our sex.

A pang of jealousy hits you as you can’t help but wonder who is getting the benefit of our vanilla smell, and your subconscious registers anger at my friend Rachael for taking me out on the town tonight, automatically thinking that she has talked me into finding another man.

You block out your jealousy and anger for a moment, so that your other senses can record the entire stimulus going on around you. You begin to walk through the front room, being careful not to trip over anything and bring my awareness to your presence. As you get closer to the bedroom, you hear soft music playing, and then another sound registers. The second sound is from me, the sound I make while in the throes of orgasmic torture, a sound you know all too well since you have brought me there many times. You put all your strength into the power of your ear and search for the sound of the brutal noises of male grunting, but you hear none. Then, almost inaudible, you hear the sound of someone going down on me, the kind of humming sound that a person makes when his or her tongue is busy working hard.

The jealously returns in great bounds, as you feel cheated because oral was your job, your talent, and no body else should have that right. Your travel quickens because you wish to confront this man that is trying to please your woman in the manner that is only your pleasure and no one else’s. Finally you reach the bedroom door, which is left open, and you peer inside. The room is dimly lit with candles everywhere, and slowly you turn your attentions to the actions on the bed, fearing what you will see.

You are stunned beyond belief, just in a shocked silence.

You see me, lying on the bed, naked, with my legs spread open. There is a head between my legs, but this head is definitely not male. Your eyes become adjusted to the dim light, and you recognize the head between my legs. Even from behind you know the long red hair that belongs to my friend Rachael. Realization hits you like a gale force wind! It is Rachael giving such intimate attentions to my pussy, not a man, but Rachael my friend, my girlfriend. You are witnessing my first bi-sexual experience. Immediately your member becomes stiff within your pants as you watch the beautiful site before you.

Suddenly my eyes open wide and connect with your own. There is no fear or anger in my eyes, only an acceptance and a pleasure in your presence like I was hoping you would make an appearance. My eyes close once again as Rachael’s talented tongue sends me spiraling into orgasmic oblivion. You do not want to interrupt the sight before you, afraid that if you interfere it will stop, never to be repeated. Quietly you make your way across my bedroom, with your sites set upon a chair placed in a dark corner. You sit in that chair and turn your attentions on the action on the bed and watch. That is all you do, you just watch.

You sit in excited silence in your dark corner of the room. You watch the action on the bed like your own lesbian porno played out for your own pleasure. You attempt to photograph each image within your mind, never to forget the beautiful site before your eyes.

You watch Rachael’s backside, her long, straight electric red hair cascading down her backside contrasting with her porcelain white skin. Her arms were tightly wrapped around my thighs, and her head is moving slightly as her tongue continues to tease into the depths of my aroused sex. You look upon Rachael’s body, being able to view her naked backside for the first time, her full figure curving provocatively into the perfect full hour glass shape, her creamy white buttux wiggling slightly as she works diligently to satisfy my passions.

Finally, you turn your attentions to me, your highly sexual and newly bi-sexual girlfriend. You watch as my body convulses etiler escort as orgasm after torturous orgasm rips it’s way through my body. My long mane of curly, light brown hair is spread out in a halo around my head, a contrasting color to that of my burgundy comforter. You watch as my face contorts into pleasure filled expressions. My chest rises and falls with each rapid breath, my handful sized breast rounding into my armpits and my dusky nipples standing erect against the tissue of my chest.

The room is filled with an assortment of aromas, the smell of vanilla, the joining of two perfumes, one you recognize as mine the other you figure belonging to Rachael, a slight hint of jasmine. Also, there is the potent smell of arousal and, just as with the perfumes, you recognize not only my smell but also a new, enticing smell. You know this new scent must be the scent of Rachael and you can’t help but wonder how wet she is becoming as she intently works her tongue to please my aroused pussy.

You already know that my pussy is drenched in my juices because you hear the passionate noises as orgasms spasm through me. You watch as I begin to play with my breasts, squeezing and kneading the tissue and running the palms of my hands over the marble hard sensitive buds. You so enjoy seeing me playing with myself and you watch intently as I please and tease my wondrous hard nipples.

The whole scene plays out in front of you and it has you harder than ever before. Your arousal throbbingly builds up stiff in your pants. A few times you have to make slight adjustments so you erection isn’t pinned in a painful direction.

With your high level of arousal, the thought of joining the foray on the bed cannot help but cross your mind. Even though you cannot help the workings of your mind, you can help your body. So, there you stay, suffering in your own arousal, because this was my wish.

*** You think back to a conversation we had about this exact situation. It was an easy afternoon and the thought of a three-way had just crossed your mind. Of course, the only three-way you could consider was a two female and one male type of three-way, though this wasn’t my only idea of a three-way. We had a very honest and open relationship, so you felt no nervousness at telling me your thoughts. The thought came really for no particular reason other than it was there.

“You are a little bi-curious. Right?” you said.

“Okay, this is out of the blue, but actually I would consider myself more bi-aroused than curious.” I said, with a playful smile playing on my lips.

“Well, what’s the difference?”

“The difference is when a woman gets turned on by other women, either in everyday life or seeing pictures of lesbian situations, videos, stories, etc… but she’s not ready to actually get with another woman, that is bi-aroused. Now bi-curious is when the woman is actually ready to take that final step and meet a woman with the same thoughts and be together to see if it’s only a curiosity or maybe something real.” I said in a way that it seemed as if I’d put a lot of thought to it.

“Okay, given all of that would you ever consider a threesome?”

“Depends on what kind of threesome you want.”

“What do you mean what kind of threesome?”

“Which, a MMF threesome or a FFM threesome?”

“I mean a two female one male type of course,” you said, a little stunned I had to ask.

“In that case no, I wouldn’t consider that.”

“Why not?” you asked a little confused. “You’ve admitted to being aroused by other women and possibly wanting to be with one.”

“Tell me why you totally ignored the two male one female type of threesome?” I asked.

“Well, I’m not attracted to guys and I wouldn’t want to see you with another man. Hell, I even hate just thinking about you with another man.”

“Okay, well for one thing you don’t have to get it on with a guy to have a MMF threesome. Both guys can just do the their best at pleasing the woman, but everything else I agree with and it’s the reason I wouldn’t want to be involved in a FFM threesome.”

“I think I’m starting to understand.”

“It’s like this,” I said. ” I love you too much to share you with another woman, plus there would be too many questions to come up if that were ever to happen, like does he like her better and so on. Also, I wouldn’t want to share the woman with you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you’ve been with a woman before, but I never have, so if I were to have an experience with a woman it would be just for me, my special moment.”

“Okay, I understand.”

“I’ve got a question of my own. What do you think when you see two women together?”

“I think it’s beautiful poetry in motion and highly sensual and erotic.”

” I couldn’t agree more, now why would you want to interrupt that beautiful erotic scene with your animal ‘gotta be able to boast about being with two women’ maleness?”

“Okay, I get you, but if you do get with beşiktaş escort a woman what do I get to do?”

“Watch perhaps, if she allows it.”

“Watch?”

“Yep, you’d be Mr. Invisible, watching but not participating.”

“Okay, hypothetically you get with a woman and I watch.”

“Yep, actually I’d want you to watch,” I said, with the playful smile returning to my lips.

“Why is that?”

” Because it would be something special to happen to me and I’d want to share that with you, but only in the form of you watching.”

“Okay, so you get to be with me and you get to be with a woman if you so choose and I can watch. Still, that seems a bit unfair. I should get to be with someone else, too.”

“Well, hon, if you are ever so inclined you are free to be with a another man.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.” you said with one corner of your mouth turning up.

“Well, I’m only trying to be fair. It’s like you said, I get to be with you but no other man, but I can also get with a woman if I want. So it’s the same for you. You can be with me, but no other woman. But you can get with a man if you want, though I don’t know if I’d want to watch! Well, you never know I might.”

“That’s okay, it’s not going to happen.”

***

Thus the pact was made, you are to watch but not get involved.

You bring yourself back to reality and the wondrous fantasy being spewed out of your head and into the real world. Your eyes readjust to the scene before you. You watch as Rachael’s head is buried away into the depths of my pussy and her tongue is obviously making an erotic torture there.

Then Rachael does something you can hardly believe. She runs her hands down my thighs and then she catches me at the knees. She grabs both of my knees and pushes them upwards so that my fanny crack is closer to her mouth and my cheeks spread out before her. She dives her face in there and begins her tongue pleasures.

You feel a little jealousy pang, because this was the erogenous zone you’d found on me, this zone that brought me so much pleasure. Rachael pauses her ministration on my sphincter area to say something.

“Oh Missy, ever since you told me how much pleasure your, boyfriend gave you by giving you anilingus, I’ve been dreaming of doing the same thing. This is really a fantasy come true.” says Rachael.

‘In more ways than one,’ you think to yourself, as the pang miraculously the pang subsides.

Rachael again begins her erotic tongue dance on my rosebud, my body writhing in pleasure. She stays with the depths of my crack until you think I am on the brink of spontaneous combustion. Then she works her tongue all the way up the length of my crack until she reaches my aroused sex, then she grabs a hold of my clit that is pulsing so hard. A few teasing flicks later she has me shaking from head to toe, then my pussy gives way in an erotic gush of my juices.

You can see my nectar gushing out all around her face, drenching her neck and shoulders, even her fine fiery red hair gets soaked. She continues to lick that little bud until you think I will flood the entire bedroom. Finally, she releases her tongue tortures on my clit, and lifts her face from between my legs and plants kisses all along my thighs.

Eventually Rachael looks up and into my eyes.

“Missy,” she said her voice filled with honey. “I knew you would taste so sweet.”

My voice suddenly chimes in, finally a voice that’s comfortable but still soft as silk to your ears.

“Oh God, Rachael. You made me feel so good. That was wonderful! Thank you.” I said.

“Oh really! I did! Better than he’s made you feel?”

I cast a nervous glance in your direction and you wonder if Rachael knows you are here.

“Well, I can’t say which is better or best, just different styles, but both capable of making me feel marvelous. Now, I’d like to return the favor and have the pleasure of making you feel as you have made me feel.”

You were very satisfied with my answer.

“You’ll get your chance, but not yet. In all the excitement of being able to be with you and the desire to taste you so badly, I totally forgot to pay any attention to those wonderful nipples that I’m always trying to view when you bend over in one of your v-necked shirts. I caught a couple a views here and there and since the first time I got a good look I’ve wanted to suck on them so badly.”

“Well, far be if for me to stand in your way. If you must you must.” I say, with a devilish grin.

Rachael suddenly comes up with her own grin that was even ornerier than mine. She stands up from her kneeling position on the floor and turns so you are able to view her frontal naked form. She has pinkish nipples, not quite as dark as mine, but the breast tissue behind each nipple is more plentiful than my own.

Her full waist curves gracefully into two wonderful hips, which announces her ability to carry a child and the fertility flowing through her. Her creamy taksim escort white skin is like whip cream, absent of imperfections, except for a vertical scar running from the bottom of her bellybutton all the way to her pubic bone where it disappears into a bright thatch of red pubic fur. At that moment there is no doubting that she was a natural redhead.

You watch as she straddles my middle. She bends over and you get a wonderful view of upraised buttocks. Also, from underneath her you can finally see my ravaged sex, slick with my juices of arousal and wet with Rachael’s saliva. The lips of my pussy hanging slack and open for your viewing pleasure.

You want me desperately; you wish to go over and ravish me with your tongue as Rachael has down with hers. There is one thing that you knew Rachael couldn’t do and that is to satisfy me with her cock as you would. You actually feel pride at having that one thing that Rachael cannot do and you know that no facsimile will do the trick, only a flesh and blood throbbing male member. This thought you cling to, knowing I won’t leave you for Rachael, despite her tongue talents, because she is missing that one important thing, a cock.

Your eyes are plastered to the action occurring in front of them, even if your mind chooses to go elsewhere, since it kind of has to so you could keep your sanity while you watch two beautiful women making love right in front of you and resist the urge to neither join in nor beat your meat off in that dark corner. You transfix all of your being back to the current events. You already know the view down south is awe-inspiring, but you decide to crane your neck a bit and see what is going on up north.

You are immensely glad for your little strain of physical exertion, because it grants a spectacular view. You see Rachael using her tongue and mouth talents on my hardened nipples. My chest is thrust forward pushing my breast closer to her awaiting mouth. Her tongue flicks tantalizing licks around the areola and teases the tip to the point of causing me to moan and squirm underneath her. You enjoy this little performance being played out in front of you.

You begin to take mental notes as to exactly what Rachael does to make me scream in excitement so that you will be able to create the same excited scream for yourself. You watch her quick pink tongue lave sensual circles around my dusky, erect nipples and suddenly your throat becomes very dry. You don’t need a glass of water, but you are yearning for the sweet taste of my wonderful nipples.

Suddenly you notice that something else has happened while you were paying so close attention to what was going on with my chest area. You nearly miss the fact that my hand had ventured downward and my fingers are now rubbing vigorously in Rachael’s overexcited pussy. You see my hand work with an expertise that only a woman who has touched herself many times would know. As my hand nimbly rubs her sweet spot, she stops and sits upright. Her chest arches forward, pointing her beautiful, full breasts toward the ceiling.

A cry of passionate release escapes from her lips as her body ripples with orgasmic tremors. Her body shakes with a force that is as if she has been struck by lightening. Then a beautiful thing occurs; suddenly her muscles tighten and from the core of her is a release of a great gush of wonderful feminine nectar. It is truly an amazing site to see. You’ve seen me ejaculate a million times, squirting gallon after gallon of my erotic juices, but to watch another woman do it in the flesh was something extraordinary. Plus, the fact that Rachael’s nectar explodes because of my hand, your girlfriend’s hand, is something even more amazing and exciting.

Next, Rachael’s hand moves down between my legs, and even though her mouth and tongue have already given me so much pleasure she begins to work diligently at pleasing me once more with the vigorous movements of her fingers. It kind of becomes a contest between the two of us, to see who could get the other to climax first. Each time my fingers cause Rachael to utter an excited cry of passion; her fingers desperately search out the center to my interior pleasure.

It is like we are each attempting to not climax so that the other would climax first and we’d win in our little cumming contest. You are rather curious as to who will win this contest but in the end it is a tie, with both of us letting out an excited scream of climatic satisfaction. Our bodies erupt in orgasmic convulsions, the torture of pleasure exploding in unison.

Then, suddenly the nectar locked deep within our insides spews forth. Rachael’s juices come splashing out in an erotic waterfall, cascading on to my bare midriff and streaming down my stomach. My feminine nectar comes out in a sensual gush, my juices pouring forth with such a force it is as if I have a pipe burst somewhere inside. The amount and pure force of my orgasmic spray drenches everything beneath me and then some.

As our bodies calm down from our orgasmic tremors, we each release each other’s clit from the movements of our flurried fingers. Once we each are released we both exhale a great satisfied sigh. You see that each of us has bedroom-clouded eyes, glazed over from our waves of pleasure.

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I met Felicia at a Starbucks not far from the town green. We hadn’t been chatting online long before she suggested that we get together for coffee. It was great reconnecting with her on Facebook. I dated her for a few months my senior year in college, but we lost touch after I moved out to California for my first big job after graduation.

Moving back home kind of felt like admitting defeat. Sure, I got a good job based on the experience I got from working at DocuCon, but it was the burst of the Dot Com Bubble that left me jobless. And then there was my failed relationship – again, my first big one since college. Somehow, coming back east just seemed less like the return of a hero and more like a quiet defeat.

Felicia, however, was overjoyed.

“Marco!” She practically ran to the door when I walked into the cafe, burying herself against my chest in a big hug. The hug lasted long enough for me to overcome my surprise and return the embrace. Then the hug went a little longer than that. And then longer still.

Eventually I did the guy thing and patted her twice on the back to signal we’re done. “It’s good to see you, too, Licia.”

“Come! Sit! There’s so much to catch up on,” she said as she took me by the hand and led me to her table. She moved her coat and bag out of a seat and then sat in the one opposite. I couldn’t help but notice that her chair had a commanding view of the door. That explains how I got nailed with my surprise hug as I walked in. It was an ambush by an obviously eager Felicia. I smiled at her. It’s nice to feel wanted.

“How much more is there to say?” I asked. “I think we chatted online for at least three hours the other night.”

Felicia made a dismissive gesture. “That doesn’t count. It’s not the same as face-to-face time.”

She was right, of course. I looked her over. Her hair was different, and though it was possible to see some changes over the last nine years, it wasn’t easy. Same bright look in her eyes, same wide and wild smile, the same beautiful face and body. Actually, now that I think about it, it looked like her breasts had gotten a little bigger.

She cleared her throat, and I looked up from her cleavage into a smug grin. “Um, you look good, Licia,” I said.

“Nice save, Marco.” She wasn’t angry. She was never angry when I ogled her in college, either. I spent a few years getting to know her as a friend before we started dating our senior year. There was plenty of sexual tension in the early years, but she never truly seemed to mind my roving eyes and less-than-subtle innuendo. It made me rethink the decisions I’d made all those years ago. Why wasn’t I still with her?

“It’s true! It’s like you haven’t changed a bit since college.” As the words left my lips, I noticed the wedding ring on her hand. Oh yeah, that’s why I wasn’t still with her. “How’s Carl?”

Felicia squirmed slightly in her seat and fussed with her ring. “Oh, you know Carl. He won’t shut up about you being back in town. He’d be here too if he didn’t have to work.”

“Really? He doesn’t mind that I’m… Well, I mean, things were kind of weird between us at the end.” Now it was my turn to fidget.

Felicia perked right up. “What, Carl? No way! That was years ago. Water under the bridge, honestly. He’s just as excited about you coming back as I am. Really, that’s all he can talk about.”

“That’s a relief.” Carl was dating Felicia before she and I got together. And when Felicia and I split up, Carl was right there for the rebound. Actually, since the two of them married soon after graduation, I should probably think of myself more as Felicia’s fling than Carl’s rival. Carl and I were never best buds or anything in college, but the three of us hung out together regularly, and I knew he was a good guy. He was handsome, too – the kind of the strong, silent type. Maybe Felicia landed the right guy.

“So, tell me about your time out west? What was it like? You mentioned you were seeing someone. Is she still in the picture?” Felicia asked, still spinning her ring but looking me in the face again.

“Well, no. Not still in the picture,” I answered, taking a deep breath before the next part, “and not a ‘she’. He’s a ‘he’.”

I could actually see the whites around Felicia’s pupils as her eyes went wide in surprise. “What? You’re gay?”

“Jesus, Licia!” I hissed, “Not so loud!” I looked around. I’m sure few people in liberal Rhode Island gave a rat’s ass about my sexuality, but it’s still my business. “Not gay. Bi.”

“No way!” Felicia’s eyes were still wide, but at least she’s a little quieter. “That’s so cool!”

“I don’t know what’s so ‘cool’ about it. It just means that I can get dumped by both men and women. In fact, Richard…”

Felicia interrupted me before I could get into the sordid details of my breakup. “Can I tell Carl?”

“What, that I got dumped or that I suck cock?” If there were any uptight Rhode Islanders still listening in on our conversation, I might as well make pendik escort it more interesting for them.

A little seat wiggling again from Felicia and she actually blushed. “Both.”

She looked down at the diamond on her ring, and I noticed something. Felicia’s nipples were hard! I can see them jutting out as plain as day. Is she even wearing a bra? Looking at her shoulders, I can see where the bra straps are under her sweater. It’s definitely not that cold in here so she must be legitimately turned on. Today is starting to get weird.

“Well, yeah, sure. I don’t see why not.” I’m not exactly in the closet. My parents know, but I don’t make a big deal out of it. My opinion is that being sexually attracted to someone shouldn’t just depend on what they’ve got in their underwear. I’m actually surprised that more people aren’t bisexual. Heck, I’m just as turned on now by Felicia’s hard nipples as I ever was by Richard’s cock.

Felicia interrupts my reverie by grabbing both my hands. “Come over for dinner tonight.”

“What?” Damn, I wish this conversation would slow down a little. Between my newfound horniness and Felicia’s rapid speech I’m struggling to keep up.

“Dinner. Tonight. Our place. Carl won’t mind. He’s dying to catch up with you.” She took out her phone. “I’ll call him now.”

“Wait, stop! I can’t tonight. I start my new job tomorrow. I need to get a good night’s sleep before my big day.” Felicia looks crestfallen, so I quickly say “I’d love to, just not tonight.”

“Tomorrow night?” Hope springs eternal in Felicia’s eyes.

“Sure.” They can’t expect me to stay late on the first day of work, right? And it’ll be nice to unwind a little after what’s sure to be a stressful experience. “I’d love to.”

Felicia grabs my hand and squeezes. “Goody! Carl is going to be so thrilled!” she chirped. “Now, tell me all about this dickhead who dumped you.”

Felicia and I spent the next hour talking about the nature of relationships. I told her all about Richard, how we met and how it ended. She told me about what it was like getting back together with Carl, how she missed me at first, but how she and Carl are really happy together – and how she still kind of misses me. I got a little confused about her tales of marital bliss and her lingering feelings about me, especially since she kept holding my hand. She even stroked it a little, like she used to do back in college. It’s probably just an absent-minded habit by now, but back then she did it to turn me on. She’d squeeze my fingers and whisper into my ear, “This is what I want to do to your cock.” Damn, she was squeezing my fingers right now, exactly the way she used to, while telling me about her and Carl’s weekend stay out on Cape Cod. Leaning in, she even flashed that same mischievous smile.

“Oh!” Suddenly upright, Felicia checked the time on the outside of her clamshell phone. “I’ve got to get going. Carl’s probably home by now. I can’t wait to tell him all about our meeting. He’s going to have so many questions!”

With a quick peck on the lips, Felicia was out the door. I sat wondering for a few minutes about Carl. While Felicia hadn’t seemed to change much over the years, I gathered that Carl had. When I refer to Carl as “strong and silent,” it’s with an emphasis on the “silent.” While he wasn’t ever surly or rude, you’d barely get more than ten words out of Carl. He’d only smile and nod, just happy to be there. I guess Felicia’s chatty nature must have loosened him up. I supposed I’d find out tomorrow night.

That night I put away a few more things in my new apartment, drank a cup of microwaved tea, and went to bed. I should have been sleeping, but my mind went back to my meeting with Felicia. God, she looked so great. Seeing her had brought back all those feelings I had for her in college. I didn’t really want her for my own anymore – it didn’t seem right to want to win her away from a guy she was obviously still wild about – but I still craved her. I thought about what her tits looked like under that sweater, her nipples erect as they had been in the cafe but beautiful and bare, just as I remembered them in college. And I thought about her hand stroking mine, squeezing my fingers teasingly as we talked, and remembered the way her hand felt rubbing my crotch. And I thought about the wide, mischievous smile she liked to flash before swallowing my cock.

But it was Carl’s cock she was swallowing now. I wondered what that must look like and if she did the same things to him that she used to do to me. But, unlike the images etched in my mind, people change. They learn new things, they adapt to new partners’ desires. Felicia must be a different lover with Carl than she was with me. Lord knows that I’ve changed. While I thought about same-sex encounters a lot when I was in college, I still hadn’t actually been with another man. That experience, of course, definitely changed the way I thought about sex. In a lot of ways, it rewrote my definition of fucking. şişli escort Well, perhaps expanded it, since I would still define what Felicia and I did in our tiny dorm room beds as fucking. I was still pondering that aspect of the definition when I drifted off to sleep.

It was my hard cock that woke me up the next morning, not the alarm I thought I’d set on my phone. Damn it! Late on my first day of work? Not if I got my ass in gear. I had to redo my crooked tie when I got there, but I still managed to get to work on time. I spent an hour at human resources filling out forms and hearing about a myriad of benefits options and rules, got my employee handbook binder, and met up with my new boss, Amy. She took me on a whirlwind tour of the office complex, introducing me to my coworkers as “our new genius from DocuCon,” and pointing out the empty desks leftover from the round of downsizing they did last year. Great, I thought, now I have to live up to a reputation of being a Dot Com genius or just leave as a name associated with another empty desk.

And my new company wasn’t in great shape. They had bounced back relatively quickly after the bubble burst, but it was because of layoffs – meaning that, in addition to the dead weight they cut, the more talented staff had left for greener, more stable pastures – and by leveraging their assets. The bottom line was that they were overextended financially and pretty much directionless. They needed success quickly, and it was up to me to deliver it. Fuck me. I got to my desk, took down the outdated Far Side calendar, and got to work.

Most people left early since it was a Friday, but Amy and I worked on. It was six o’clock when I remembered Felicia and Carl, and it was almost seven when I finally managed to extricate myself from work. I called Felicia, made my apologies, and got directions to their house. Fortunately, it wasn’t far. I had planned to go back to my apartment to clean up and get changed, but there wasn’t enough time for that now. Wearing my first-day-of-work clothes meant that I looked nice when Felicia opened the door, but skipping my morning shower and wallowing in flop sweat all day meant I felt gross. Felicia didn’t care. She gave me a big hug and a kiss where I stood, still on their welcome mat, before pulling me inside.

“Carl!” Carl was standing right behind her when she called him, and Felicia jumped a little when she turned around. “Carl, it’s Marco!”

“I think we’ve met a few times, Licia,” I quipped wryly, shaking Carl’s hand. He was all smiles and pumped my hand warmly with both of his. Carl had lost a little hair since college but the higher forehead suited him. Now, instead of just handsome, he looked more manly and less like the affable college kid I’d known. He still had that bright crinkle of joy in his eyes and his affable and somewhat goofy smile. Like Felicia’s hugs, Carl’s handshake lingered perhaps a little longer than necessary. I didn’t mind.

“Come. Sit down. Relax. Do you want wine? We have wine.” Felicia turned to Carl. “Carl, what kind of wine was it that you bought?”

Carl started to answer but Felicia turned back to me and spoke before he got a single word out. “It’s red, whatever it is. You drink red, right?” I smiled at Carl, who just grinned and shrugged, then told Felicia that yes, I drank red.

I sat at the high counter in their kitchen while Felicia got out a wine glass. The bottle was already open, and I could tell from the lipstick on the glass on the counter that Felicia hadn’t waited for me before she started drinking. She poured me a generous helping and leaned on the counter, her glass in hand. Carl sat on the stool next to me. “Nice tie,” he said.

“Don’t pester the poor guy, Carl! He’s got to be exhausted after his first day of work. Take off your jacket and relax!”

“Thanks, Licia, but I think I probably wreak. I’ll leave it on.”

“Nonsense,” she replied. “I want you to be comfortable. Take off your tie at least. Oh, and we don’t wear shoes in the house.”

I looked at Felicia’s bare feet and Carl’s socks. “Oo, sorry.” I slipped off my shoes. “Where can I put these?”

“Carl can take those,” Felicia said to me. And then to Carl, “Just put them by the door.”

“I know where they go,” laughed Carl as he padded out of the room, my shoes in hand.

We watched him leave the room, and Felicia made a little noise in her throat. “I never get tired of looking at his ass.” I mentally agreed with her appraisal, but I hadn’t realized I was nodding until Felicia laughed. I covered my embarrassment by pulling off my tie as nonchalantly as I could. I rolled it up and stuck it into the pocket of my jacket. Carl walked back in and, after a sidelong glance at Felicia to see if she was watching me, I checked him out from the front too. That part looked pretty good, too.

“You’re probably hungry, but Carl has a ton of questions for you,” said Felicia. “Do you like eating Chinese?”

“You mean the food or the tuzla escort people?” I didn’t need a lot of booze to lower my inhibitions, and the first glass of wine had loosened my tongue. Carl chuckled and handed me a menu while Felicia refilled my glass.

“You know what I mean, pervert.” Felicia swatted my arm, then rubbed the spot she swatted, as if to apologize to it. “This restaurant is great, and they’ll deliver in 30 minutes. What do you want?” I picked the number three special, and Felicia phoned in our order.

I must have been hungrier than I thought. An hour later and I had finished eating. Felicia and I had finished off the first bottle of wine and opened a second. “Carl,” I asked, “you’re not a fan of red?”

“Carl doesn’t like anything without a head on it,” answered Felicia before Carl could open his mouth. “He’s a beer drinker.”

“What kind does he like, Licia?”

Felicia laughed, spilling a little wine. “Ask him yourself. He’s sitting right there.”

“So Carl,” I said, “What kind of…”

“St. Pauli ,” interrupted Felicia. Carl and I laughed, and at that moment I realized how much they loved each other. It wasn’t just that Felicia could finish – and start – Carl’s sentences, it was the fact that Carl really didn’t mind. They were made for each other. Suddenly I felt like a third wheel.

“Hey, listen,” I said, “This has been fantastic, but I should probably get going. I’ve got work tomorrow. And I wreak. I need a shower.”

Felicia looked puzzled. “You work on Saturdays? Starting on a Friday is bad enough, but having you come in on the weekend seems kind of cruel for your first week. ”

Huh. Her words might have slurred a bit, but Felicia had a point. I forgot that today was Friday, and Amy hadn’t said anything about coming in tomorrow.

“You can use our shower.” I was a little started to hear Carl’s voice, but he kept talking. “And I’ve got clothes you can wear.”

Felicia, strangely wordless, nodded enthusiastically. They both wanted me to stay. I was so touched that I could have cried. “Uh, sure,” I said, clearing my throat. “That would be great.”

Felicia, Carl close behind, walked me down the hall to the shower. Leaning in close within the tiled enclosure, she showed me how the shower worked while Carl got some towels from the closet in the hall. Carl stood behind Felicia, his hands on her shoulders, and told me they’d find me something to wear. The pair left, and I got undressed.

After the usual awkwardness of working a strange set of handles, I got the shower to something close to a decent temperature and stepped in. I was pretty well lathered up when I heard the bathroom door open and close. I rinsed off, wondering if I’d fit into Carl’s pajamas. I fumbled with the knobs, but I got the shower to shut off and stepped out. My clothes were gone, replaced with a satiny robe in a dark, sort of paisley print. Well, that will definitely fit. I toweled off and slipped on the robe.

I padded barefoot to the living room and found Carl and Felicia on the couch. They must have decided to make me feel more at home because they too had changed into bedclothes. Carl was wearing cotton pajamas, but Felicia was showing a bit of skin in a silky, dark red slip trimmed in lace. It was short and barely held in place with spaghetti straps. She was holding Carl’s hand. Both of them were grinning like lottery winners.

“Looking good, Licia,” I said. “And Carl, I didn’t know anybody still wore matching pajama sets.”

“He just wears them for special occasions,” chirped Felicia. “Normally he wears a lot less.” She looked askance at Carl, but Carl just smiled.

I sat in an oversized chair near the couch. “Impromptu sleepover parties must count as a special occasion,” I said as I let my eyes drift over Felicia. Her nipples were at least as hard as they were when we’d met at the coffee shop, and they were just as arousing to look at. I arranged the robe as best I could across my lap, but it was short and the slippery fabric didn’t want to stay closed. There wasn’t much fabric to hide my growing excitement, and I wondered if they’d notice. I shot a glance at them on the couch. Felicia looked up in time to catch my eye. Yeah, she’d noticed. And was it my imagination, or did I see Carl’s pajamas start to tent at the crotch?

Felicia cleared her throat. “Carl wanted to ask you a question,” she said. Carl didn’t even bother to open his mouth. He just looked back at Felicia and waited for her to continue speaking. He didn’t have to wait long. “So, you’re bi, right? That means you know stuff about both men and women, right?”

“I suppose. Why do you ask?”

“Well,” she continued, “Carl wanted to know who’s better at oral stuff, men or women?” Maybe it was all the wine she’d had, but Felicia’s skin reddened from her cheeks to her cleavage. “You know, like blow jobs?”

“I guess it depends on who’s doing it,” I replied, “but I think men have a natural advantage. They know how it feels getting sucked off.” If Felicia blushed more, I didn’t notice. I was watching Carl’s bulge. “When it comes to knowing how to suck cock, it helps to have a cock that’s been sucked.” It definitely wasn’t my imagination: I saw Carl’s bulge twitch.

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Leave it to the company to set me up in this dump, thought Abianne as she kicked off her black mules and rolled the nylon thigh highs down her long toned legs. The conference had run late and Abianne was still jetlagged, so she skipped drinks with her colleagues and headed up to her hotel room. The room was nice enough, she conceded, unzipping her gray pinstripe pencil skirt. But the walls were paper-thin; she had heard someone in the next room use a blow dryer this morning. Now she could her neighbors, a man and a woman – no, two men and two women – talking and laughing loudly. She shrugged at her reflection in the mirror and began to run the water for a bath.

On the other side of Abianne’s bathroom wall newlyweds Lila and Bello glance nervously at each other and back at Donna and Kurt, a couple they’d contacted via the internet. A steady flow of liquor from the mini bar helped eliminated inhibitions, and soon enough all four were on the bed, laughing and lightly stroking bare legs and arms.

Abianne’s own legs and arms were bare and soaking in the hot water. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. The silence in the bathroom only amplified the noise next door.

“I want to kiss you, Lila,” Abianne heard a husky female voice purr. There was some giggling and then the distinct sound of a kartal escort kiss, slow and cautious and new, the sound of two mouths meeting. The kissing continued, and Abianne heard the low murmurs of two male voices. Lila and Donna separated and Abianne recognized the sounds of disrobing – the unzipping of zippers, the whisper of fabric pulled over one’s head, piles of clothing falling to the ground. Good lord, Abianne turned her head to the direction of the noise. They’re having an orgy in there.

Indeed, that was the plan in Room 328. The kissing intensified, kisses covering naked flesh, kisses from male and female mouths, accompanied by soft feminine moans and masculine grunts. Abianne’s hands found her full breasts, nipples pink and perky, and she tugged them in rhythm to Bello’s bellowing. On the bed in the next room Bello was stretched out, all 6’4” chocolate brown muscle spread over the burgundy sheets. Thirty fingers caressed the smooth flesh. Donna mounted Bello’s impressive cock and his wife fell into place behind Donna, placing her hands on the other woman’s breasts, and the two women kissed and rubbed against each other as Donna rode Bello. Kurt had found his way to Bello’s feet and took each toe in his mouth. The bed rocked and squeaked beneath the weight of the couples. Bello’s bayrampaşa escort moans blended with the sounds of Donna’s deep vaginal orgasm, a symphony of ecstasy seeping through the walls.

Abianne was lost in her own ecstasy. Her hands had made there way down from her breasts to her pussy, one parting the lips while the other rubbed her clit with reckless abandon. She came quickly but ached for more, a deep satisfaction like the one Donna screamed about next door. She shoved the long thin handle of the back brush into her vagina, but was disappointed. She reached around for the toiletry bag she’d left on the floor by the sink and pulled out her can of hair mousse, thicker than the handle of the brush – not quite thick enough, but it would do for now. She replaced the brush handle with the canister and slowly brought it in and out of her, the movement creating waves in the bathwater which filled her with a more intense pleasure, particularly around her clitoris. She leaned her head on the side of the tub, her long blond hair pillowing her neck. Abianne slid the brush handle into her tight red anus, moving it in and out in sync with the mousse can in her pussy.

Next door, Lila had dismounted Donna and settled on Kurt’s hard on, who had moved from Bello’s feet to the edge of merter escort the bed. Donna knelt on the floor in front of Lila and began to kiss the other woman’s thighs, then her mound, hungrily sucking on the clit. Bello moved from the bed and positioned his large dick into Donna’s ass, pumping her with excitement as he watched his wife come.

Lila came. She yelped and screamed. Her moans drifted through the thin hotel walls and Abianne came with Lila. Abianne’s past lovers always commented on her catlike screams of passions; she was loud. So loud, in fact, that she didn’t hear the noise in the next room stop. And she didn’t hear the knock on her hotel door.

The group came into the bathroom. Abianne looked up at the figures gazing down at her. She pulled the mousse can and the brush handle out of her and stared back, consenting to whatever might happen. Bello lifted her wet naked body from the tub and followed the others to Abianne’s bed. Bello placed her on the bed and she watched as Donna, a beautiful curvy Italian, straddled her own body, placing her hairy mound on top of Abianne’s shaved pussy. Donna rubbed against Abianne, who arched her back and moaned.

Lila stretched out along Abianne’s right side and traced Abianne’s nipple with a wet finger. Bello followed Lila and matched her body with his, fitting himself into her backside. Kurt smiled at Abianne, kissed her mouth, and removed his tongue to replace it with his cock. The group continued their lovemaking all night, interrupted only by Abianne’s wake-up call at 8 am the following morning.

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It had been a few days since the party where Callie and Rebecca had stayed most of the night with me. I spent all of my free time thinking about that night and the crazy scenes that had accompanied it. I had seen women engaging in bisexual sex and a women’s ejaculation for the first time, watched a girl pee and been strangely aroused, and nearly had a tongue up my ass. It was the first time for all of these things for me and I walked around campus like a new man. The rumors about what might have happened in my room that night had already started since it turns out that the rhythmic noises and loud orgasms of the girls were impossible to sleep through for some of my brothers.

I had done nothing to fuel these rumors since I had learned at an early age that women do not like when their sexual activities are discussed by juvenile boys around a locker room bench. That doesn’t mean that I didn’t enjoy the attention that the speculation was causing, but I did nothing more than offer a weak smile when anybody asked what had happened that night. In the chapter house’s cafeteria during dinner one night, the social director tried to put me on the spot when he asked in front of a suddenly silent and leaning forward room, just what had occurred on Friday night. I smiled the smile of someone who knows something that will not be told and went back to eating my ravioli.

Callie and I saw each other again on Tuesday, the first time that we had coinciding shifts together. She walked outside to the resort’s pool bar to check on me. According to the computer in her office the “Tiki Lounge” as I called it, was having a brisk sales day. She stood beneath a palm tree’s shade and watched as I hustled to reduce the line of thirsty tourists in bathing suits in front of the service counter. Once the line of seven or eight couples had been taken care of, I turned to check on the patrons sitting around the bar itself. Almost all of the pool bar’s twelve stools were occupied by folks taking a break from the sun and people were coming and going constantly requiring my attention.

This was only two years after the movie “Cocktail” was in theaters. Every person who approached the bar would make some comment about the similarity between my flowered shirts, Ray-Ban sunglasses, the hut’s thatched roof, or the tropical-style drinks and the movie that was still fresh in their minds. I was frankly tired of being hailed as “Tom Cruise” by goombas from New York and New Jersey, but if I had to be compared to a movie star, the pre-nutjob Tom was not a bad one. This day was no different, since one couple sitting in my shade was from Rockaway, NY and “Vinnie” (I always called them Vinnie in my mind.) was bragging about something or other; I didn’t really pay attention to their loud posturing other than to add the appropriate head nod or “Oh yeah?” when the pauses came in their stories.

Vinnie ordered another imported beer and his girl asked for another Daiquiri. Since his story about his business was apparently over and I was not the enthusiastic listener he’d hoped for he stood up and headed back over to his lounge chair by the water slide. To my surprise, the bikini stayed to drink her cocktail in the shade. A little small talk in between pouring drinks was all I could offer her. I’d noticed that she had a great body covered by a skimpy outfit, but all thoughts of sex at that time involved Callie and Rebecca so I didn’t really let my mind head down that road with this New Yorker.

When my phone rang, I was surprised to hear Callie’s voice on the other end.

“‘You enjoying the view?”

“I was until you went back inside.”

“I didn’t even know that you’d seen me.”

“Situational awareness,” I whispered into the receiver. “You don’t spend all day every day out here without knowing where the good looking ones are.” No seat around the octagonal bar was more than twelve feet from me, so I covered the phone with my hand to try to stifle the conversation from the ears of would be listeners.

“Well, when Guido left his girl there with you, I thought I’d better warn you discreetly about them. Is this discreet enough for you?” she asked, indicating the phone call rather than a personal visit. It was amusing to me that she called them “Guido” instead of my “Vinnie”.

I laughed, “Warn me? What do you mean?”

“Well, security thinks those two are swingers according to the night’s log entries. Apparently, they received several calls about the noises from their room. The entry reads ‘Guest answered the door and promised to try to keep the noise down. Several other couples scantily dressed evident.’ I bet those old pervs in security spent half the night patrolling that hallway and listening at that door.”

“What do you want me to do? Get them drunk and ask if we can join them?” I joked while trying to make sure that nobody at the bar could hear me.

“Shhhh,” she chided, “do you want her to hear you?” After I laughed again, she continued, “I’m just warning you that you might get propositioned and that since you got a little ‘hinky’ when someone else’s fingers got near avcılar escort your butt the other night, you might want to consider what a roomful of them might do to you.”

“Sorry lady, I’m spoken for.” I whispered into the phone. I knew she was standing not thirty feet away. The game room’s large picture windows were behind the bar, and in the reflection of my computer monitor’s screen I could see a miniature Callie holding a house phone to her ear. It was an easy pick; she’d worn a white blouse and red skirt that day. To say she stood out amongst the t-shirts and board shorts of the flabby tourists was an understatement. And like I mentioned, I always knew where the pretty girls were with my three hundred sixty degree view of the pool area and a pair of sunglasses hiding the direction of my glances.

Her reply came quickly, “Right answer. You win a prize.” I still hadn’t turned to look directly at her, since pretending like I didn’t know she could see me was still part of the game. “Will you take the blond or the brunette, sir?”

The light-hearted banter was fun but this sounded like a trick question. By “brunette”, did she mean Rebecca or the Italian bikini model sitting in front of me? In any case, I answered quickly since the appearance of taking too much time to think of a reply could be just as damaging as the wrong response. “Parts of me may enjoy the ‘dark haired prizes’ that have been awarded already, but my head is hoping to win the sweepstakes and I understand that the blond is the grand prize in that contest.”

“You’re so full of shit. Bartenders; you guys have always got a line, don’t you?” Her pretend scolding was funny but I wanted to assure her that Guido/Vinnie’s girl wasn’t even on my radar.

“I’m serious, ma’am,” I drawled in my goofiest southern accent, “thar ain’t but one lady what my eyes kin see.”

I turned to look directly at her and said into the phone, “Can we talk about this later? I don’t want to miss it when I get invited to the gang bang.”

She snorted then tried to cover it by flipping me the bird. Realizing she was in a game room for children, she looked around anxiously and seeing nobody who had caught the gesture, laughed at me again. She said, “Don’t make fun of me for growing up in the country. We ain’t all dumb, you know.” She said as she mimicked my own fake accent. Hanging up without a further word, she stuck her tongue out at me through the window and headed back to the café.

I didn’t see her for the rest of the day, but when Paula brought my meal from the snack bar, I was quite surprised. I usually went up to the snack bar and brought my lunch back to the hut, but this personal service was an unexpected bit of attention. I hadn’t even ordered my lunch yet, but it was easy for her to predict what I’d want and when I’d be hungry. I ordered a plain burger and spiced fries every day at around 2:30.

“‘Tired of being cooped up in that little snack bar?” I asked.

She looked around at the drinkers under the shade of the palm fronds and said “I was just wondering how the party went.”

In my mind, I was immediately worried that Paula, who had a reputation for seeing everything that went on at the resort, knew about my “date” with one of our bosses. If it leaked out that one of the assistant food and beverage managers was doing a bartender, it would not be good for someone’s career in management.

I tried to cover by answering noncommittally, “It was a good party. Lots of people came but I went to bed early.” All three statements were technically true, but I hoped that she didn’t know how literally I meant it.

“I’d like to go to one of those parties some day. Could I come even though I’m not a student?”

“Absolutely. I’ll keep you in mind for next time.” Satisfied with this answer, she turned and started walking back to the snack bar without another word. “Playing coy, huh?” I thought. Again, she had no idea how literally my statements had been meant since my guests had “absolutely” been allowed “to come” even though they were not students. Furthermore, I was relieved that she didn’t seem to know about my tryst with our co-worker.

I may have watched her walk away from me for too long. The girls that worked in the snack bar had a pair of white shorts as their uniform and it was my favorite pastime to try to see what type of underwear they had on beneath them. I was confused and trying to choose when the Guido-ette jolted me out of my staring.

Apparently the girl from Rockaway had heard and seen this exchange, because the next words I heard were in that annoying (to me) accent, “You wanna bring her to a party, you should bring her to one we’re havin’ tonight.” What I heard when she said it though, was the voice of the female lead in the television show “The Nanny”. I turned to look at her and tried to think of an answer that would not insult her. I’ve got nothing against swingers, or hot Italian girls, but I was more interested in spending my time with my manager at this point. I politely declined and she eventually went back to sit with Vinnie mecidiyeköy escort at the pool. Before she left, she said, “Nothing.”

“What?” I asked.

“You were trying to figure out what kind of underwear that girl was wearing. She ain’t wearin’ any.”

The rest of the shift was spent pouring drinks and watching the ass on the Italian job while thinking about my next encounter with Callie. I spent a lot of time trying to decipher the odd relationship she had with Rebecca and how she had always seemed to be in charge of what the younger girl did when they spent the night with me. What I didn’t know at the time, was that Rebecca had been hired about two months ago to work in the accounting department of the resort, an area that I never dealt with unless my register had a discrepancy in my drawer’s money.

Towards the end of my shift, I received a call and thought I recognized the voice. “Dave, it’s Rebecca. Look, I don’t have much time, but Callie asked me to tell you that she’s grilling steaks tonight and she’d like you to come over.”

“How are you calling me on a house phone? Are you here?” I asked.

“Yeah, stupid. I’m the accounts receivables clerk. ‘You didn’t know?” she laughed.

“‘News to me,” I exclaimed. “Since when?”

“What do you care? Quit screwing around. ‘Will you be there or not?” By way of explaining why she had to get off the phone, she added, “The GM is coming.”

“Tell her she’s the boss. I’m hers to command.” I said.

“Yeah, you and me both.” She hung up.

Later that night, after a filling dinner of steak and baked potato, Callie and I were swimming in her pool. The underwater lighting cast odd shadows and the water created funny distortions but neither could hide the fact that she had removed her one piece bathing suit or that her nipples were reacting to the cool water. I hung on the side of the pool kicking my legs to stay afloat in the deep end and just watched.

She climbed out and stood in the night air toweling herself dry. When she was dry enough to walk across the carpet, she entered the house and I could see her heading towards the kitchen. Assuming that drinks were forthcoming, I turned to face the pool wall and lift myself out.

“Stop. You’re fine right there.” I heard from behind me.

Her painted toenails and long, tan legs came into view and I looked up at her. Both hands had a glass of wine in them and I took one from her and perched it on the deck nearby. Hers was placed on a small table near a pool chair and she walked over to the shower by the privacy fence and started rinsing herself.

When she came back, I asked, “Why’d you get yourself all wet again?”

“Because you might not like the taste of chorine.” Came her retort.

Without further words, she sat on the edge of the pool with a long leg on either side of my head. Her bald snatch was directly in front of my face and I looked up at her. She scooted her ass nearer to the edge which placed her pussy even closer to my face.

“‘Still hungry?” she teased.

Without answering, I reached out of the pool and wrapped my arms around her ass. This allowed me to caress one of my favorite parts of her and to hold myself in a good position while the rest of my body stayed in the pool. As I moved my lips closer to her sex, she leaned back to give me better access. At the moment my tongue made contact with her vaginal lips, a small dribble of red wine ran down her belly and onto the junction of my mouth and her pussy.

“Mmmm, that’s nice.” I said.

“‘Just in case there’s any lingering pool water…” she replied as my mouth attempted to catch the liquid running over her crotch.

Ever so gently, I switched from trying to catch the wine to teasing the man in the boat. Using only my lips and tongue, I separated the outer lips of her vagina and slid my tongue up and down her snatch. The sight was enough to harden my cock even under the cool water. The hairless lips and smooth area around them looked like that of a much younger girl. I bent to my task and soon had the nub standing up proudly where it received all the attention my thirsty mouth could supply. The sounds she made encouraged me.

Stopping briefly, I asked, “How does this compare to your regular head?”

She laughed and chided, “Get back at it, you. It’s different when it’s coming from a girl, but I love it either way.”

My hands caressed the cheeks of her ass and the small of her back. I felt her lean back a little more, giving me more access to the slit and I renewed my efforts at bringing her off. I knew that I could not treat her this gently for long. My cock beneath the water was trying to bore a hole into the pool’s side and my desire to see her squirt in orgasm again would override any thoughts I had of a long, casual fuck.

She placed the empty wine glass near my full one and spread her legs a little further. Propped on her elbows now, my hands roamed around to her sides and her flat stomach. With my arms under her knees, she bent her legs more to place a foot on the edge of the pool ataşehir escort on either side of me. This served to grant me better access to her wet pussy and I placed my hands on the skin above and to either side of the tops of her legs. Pulling on this area had the effect of separating her lips more and her clit was clearly visibly between them. My tongue poked at it again before renewing my assault. I planted my lips around the little knob and applied suction like a baby nursing at a bottle.

“That’s it. Right there.” Her body tensed a little more and she leaned completely back to lie flat with her head on a folded towel. “Just keep doing what you’re doing…”

I increased the sucking motion while moving my head slowly from side to side. The increased pressure caused her to reward me with less intelligible noises, but their meaning was clear. My left hand massaged the area of her lower stomach just above her slit and the other held me far enough out of the pool to reach that treasure. As beautiful as Callie was, I could think of nothing but to please her and if that moment had frozen in time, I would still be happily sucking her clitoris. My straining cock wanted in on the action, but it was going to have to wait.

I removed an arm from beneath her knee and moved up higher out of the pool to hold myself on one elbow. I slipped an index finger into the hole and crooked my finger. With minimal searching, I found her g-spot and commenced to rub small circles into it. As gently as possible, I caressed the fleshy mound inside her pussy until she bore down on my finger. I felt that if she were to squeeze me any harder, she might break off my digit. The pressure applied by the pad of my finger increased and the suction my mouth was applying to her distended clit started to have an ever growing effect on Callie.

Her breathing quickened then seemed to stop. She took a deep breath and exclaimed, “I’m gonna squirt!”

Hoping for a repeat of her ejaculations, I pulled my head back to watch. I kept the finger in her cuntal opening and watched the jewel of her pussy erupt. The stream of ejaculate from her surging loins made an arc into the air and landed noisily in the pool beside my head. I gave up trying to keep a finger in her let alone on her. Curiosity got the better of me and I moved my head to try to catch some of her stream in my mouth. It was warm and nearly tasteless and before it died down I had a face full of it. I determined that whenever possible, I would find girls who could “squirt” and pleasure them over and over. It may be the hottest thing I have ever seen in the bedroom and knowing that I could give one person so much pleasure was extremely satisfying.

One final pulse escaped her sheath and then stopped. Liquid ran down her crack and puddled at the edge of the pool while she lay breathing heavily. I watched her toes uncurl and her legs begin to relax as she tried to get her breathing returned to normal. Eventually she sat up, seemingly recovered from the exertion.

“‘That all you got?” she teased.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Women can fake orgasm to make a man feel better about his performance, but squirting a two foot stream of cum out of her puss is just not something I thought she could fake. I was satisfied that I had given her the orgasmic bliss that my efforts deserved.

When we were later relaxing in the house, I got her to talk about Rebecca and how they had come to meet. After Callie’s divorce from her idiot husband she was feeling down about not seeing her girls since the asshole had received custody. He sounded like the kind of guy that used the children as a weapon to annoy his ex-wife and cause her heartache. Kyle was twelve years older than Callie and had money, so when he was able to afford a better divorce lawyer, Callie felt lucky to come out of it with the house that they had built together. But only getting to see her daughters on Sunday afternoons weighed heavy on her heart and she looked for a way to get back at him.

On many of her days off, she would drive past Kyle’s place of business or his new apartment since they were both near the stores where she shopped. Often she saw a red Mustang parked in both places which stuck in her mind since Kyle drove a pickup. Eventually she found out through mutual friends that Kyle might have hired some pretty, young brunette to take care of his books. The rumor was that this girl was doing more than accounting and spying the Mustang at Kyle’s residence seemed to confirm it in her mind.

She asked around and found out that the girl’s name was Rebecca and set out to meet her and get revenge on Kyle. By a “chance” meeting in a gas station parking lot, Callie struck up a conversation with her replacement. Putting on her friendliest face, she introduced herself and tried to engage the younger girl in small talk. At first, Rebecca was hesitant and feared that what Kyle had told her about his “witch of an ex” might be true. But eventually, Callie won her over and Rebecca agreed to meet her for lunch some time and talk about the kids. Rebecca apparently was finding that being a mistress, and now the live-in girlfriend, was not as fun as it may have looked initially. She had no experience with kids and the constant attention they demanded took away from the time that Rebecca felt should have been hers with her new lover.

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Man there’s more to that old saying than I ever realized. Just when I thought things were going pretty well in my life, something totally unexpected comes along to make it better, followed by something so radical that I begin to wonder if I’ve made some bad choices in how I’ve changed my life. I guess to understand what I’m saying, I need to fill you in more about me. Hi, my name is Kathy. I’m married to a wonderful guy, have a great family, live in a middle class type of neighborhood where nothing out of the ordinary goes on. I survived a semi closeted childhood where sex was never discussed. Do you remember the book that came out in the 70’s called “Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex, But Were Afraid to Ask”? A copy was strategically located so I could find it in I was in eight grade. It answered a lot of questions I was afraid to ask anyone about. I had older siblings, but I couldn’t talk to them. Talk to my parents?? Are you nuts? Everyone else my age was just as stupid as I was, they were of no help either. So I loved it when the house was empty except for me, and I could pull the book out and learn all kinds of neat and interesting things. It was my first exposure to anything close to erotic writing. The only problem was it left me frustrated as hell, not being old enough to experiment except in the privacy of my own bedroom. Absolutely amazing what items around the house a young female can find to play with.

Thus I entered my early twenties still a virgin of sorts. Oh the hymen was gone by then, I’d taken care of that somewhere along the way, but I’d never had a date. I was constantly too busy studying, and no guy my age wanted to ask a girl out that wore glasses or got better grades than he did in physics. I was a threat I guess. Pity really, that I lost so much time compared to other girls my age. But I made up for it once I met the man of my dreams and married him. We learned about love and sex together and we were damn fine at it too, so we thought. But like many young couples, we got into the rut of the same old thing. With babies to take care of, house work to be done, working outside the home as well, I tended to resent the fact that I couldn’t be myself. I always had to be something for someone else. Needless to say, I let things go. Like my looks. I gained weight with each pregnancy and never could seem to lose it. As a result, I also lost my self esteem, something I’d had plenty of up to baby number one coming on the scene. For my own protection, I’d built a shell around myself. I wouldn’t even let the husband break into it for fear of finding out how unhappy I was. As if he didn’t know. Late night discussions after I was dead tired from a day’s work, always ended up in me being at fault for not wanting anything to do with sex. Sound familiar to anyone? Only with time and the family getting older, did I realize I wasn’t the only woman to go through this. I just hadn’t learned how to deal with it correctly until the Internet came around and I started finding out that men don’t mind a woman with some intellect. Imagine that!!! Same reason my husband chose me in the first place. I just didn’t believe him when he told me. I needed someone else to point it out for confirmation.

So as I hit the forty year mark, I was ‘reborn’. I lost the weight. I flirted on the net. I found out that I could be myself and not act dumb around men and my husband reaped all the rewards. Poor guy sure deserved to after putting up with the rough years of the twenties and thirties. He even got interested in someone on here. We’d have some great sex sessions while one of kadıköy escort us was talking to a ‘friend’. As long as the kids were to bed, it’s great being on the floor in front of the computer chair, giving a blow job while your spouse is having cybersex online. I love seeing how hard it is to type a complete sentence when his cock is in my mouth and my head is blocking the screen. At least I leave him two hands to type with, right? And for the most part, the cyber partner is ok with long pauses in the screen conversation, while I straddle his lap and move up and down his exposed cock. As if they could do anything about it. I’ve got the advantage of availability over them and I make use of it.

I was so glad when those short skirts came back into style. I’ve got a great set of legs, even if I say so myself. I’m not real tall, but I’ve got a long inseam, small ankles, shapely curved calves, nicely muscled thighs and an ass that goes to ……………well you know where…..grin. When he stretches his legs out in front of the chair, I love climbing up on his lap and facing him so I can grab the back of the chair. Gives me great leverage for the slow up and down movements, (part of the reason my calves and thighs are in such good shape. I get a lot of exercise this way). Anyway, those skirts make it so easy to slip over him, cos I refuse to wear panties around the house. Heck come to think of it, I refuse to wear them at all. Makes things too hard to get at if the opportunity should arise. And things do rise up for attention when a cyber chat gets started.

Now when I’m talking online, we quite often do things a little different….he loves to stand behind me and start massaging my neck and shoulders. I tend to tense up sometimes, and he knows me well enough to realize that all it takes to start pushing my magic buttons is to touch me. Slowly and softly, caressing my skin, undressing me while I ‘talk’ about making love to a cyber partner. Some of the guys are so good about it. They get turned on by knowing he’s in the room with me, and they’ll start telling him what to do. He obliges to most everything, but occasionally they’re moving or typing to slow for us. He reads me well and knows when I need to slow down or when I need to cum. Love that man and his talents. Always the gentleman, he brings the towels for me to sit on. It’s much easier on the furniture. You see, I’m a squirter. Not just on occasion, but every time. And I’ve finally learned that it’s not some freak of nature for a female to be that way. So I make use of the fact every chance I can get.

One time I was chatting along building the story and getting the guy hotter than hell, (or so he said), when I had my jeans unsnapped from behind and pulled off my legs. The next thing I know I’m changing the story online to what’s happening behind me, where my butt is getting licked and kissed to pieces. There was a hand reaching around in front of me to cup my pussy and start working it over. Quick thrusts and jabs took over control of my juicing. He smeared the excess up my crack and the next thing I knew I was getting hammered from behind while I was getting written a story on the screen. We missed the towels that night and I had a mess on the floor to wipe up afterwards. Smile….who cared, we sure didn’t, we were having fun. What’s a little honey to wipe up?

As we got more into being braver online, we also got interested in having a real time thing so we could expand our experiences. Problem was finding a couple who thought like we did. Amazingly, we found them closer to home than we ümraniye escort thought and they were already friends. It only took the guys talking one day about sex to realize the four of us had a mutual need to explore some other areas of sexual pursuits, namely another couple’s intimacies . Plans were made to get together in a few weeks time and see what developed.

Now no matter what your brain tells you about any pre planned meeting like that, it never goes quite the way you want it to. Least that’s what I’ve found out. As far as physical attributes, the four of us are average, nothing outstanding, nothing ugly enough that you want two paper bags, one for their head and one for yours. Never having been with another couple, my spouse and I weren’t really sure what to expect. We both knew what we liked and how we liked to do things, but doing a foursome was starting from scratch again. And man who wants to go back to the time they first had a sexual encounter and were awkward as hell. Where we like to have a lot of foreplay before screwing, this couple got down and dirty immediately. I’d rather have my clothes removed slowly, temptingly. She just dropped the drawers and was down to the panties and bra minutes after we walked in the door. Guess the porn flick they put on the TV was enough to get her going, I never have figured that out.

Well since we were their guests, we decided to play by their ‘rules’. So my accommodating husband dove into her pussy and pretty soon had a sporting hard on. At least I got to enjoy watching him play around. The other guy ended up between my thighs and got a surprise shower when I squirted the first time. He’d never had that happen before in his life and I guess the two men hadn’t gotten around to the fact of discussing what my talents were. Unfortunately, I’m very astute to a person’s reactions to my explosions and his undid my mood real quick. None the less I persevered and decided to see if I could give him some enjoyment while he was watching his wife get humped on the other side of the room. Poor guy must have been very self conscious, I never did get him up with my mouth that night and I’ve been told I’m pretty damn good at it. Another thing we learned that evening was the fact she’s a female that has one hell of a time getting an orgasm. Must be part of the reason they wanted to try something different. After about an hour she had one. Me? I was just sitting in the chair by then feeling very uncomfortable with the whole situation. But I kept it to myself and just let it all pass in front of my eyes. When we got home later in the evening I got relief from the frustration at the talented hands and mouth of my husband. Thank god for blessings in life.

Well that wasn’t the last time we tried new things. I wasn’t totally against finding someone or some couple to try again with. Eventually several months later the opportunity came along again, with better results. This time I discovered I have some bi tendencies. We met with a mutual friend of ours that was between relationships and wanted to have a threesome. I know how much my husband had fantasized about having two females take care of his needs at the same time, and I figured what a birthday present this would be. I arranged for her to meet us at a nearby motel after I’d taken him out for a birthday supper, never hinting that our night alone wasn’t going to be alone.

I had given her one key to the room before we went to supper, so she’d be in the room when we got there. Imagine his surprise when I led him into the room. There she was on the bed, in a maltepe escort long tailed shirt with nothing underneath. I took his hand, moved him to the bed itself and pushed him back on to it. Between her and I we stripped the boy down to his birthday suit in no time and proceeded to give him a dual blow job from heaven. She and I would take turns having our pussies in his face while sucking his hard shaft. What we didn’t prepare for was accidentally touching tongues on one of the up-licks and discovering that we liked the feel of each other’s mouths. Before long we were breast to breast, french kissing and touching each other’s nether regions, discovering the fact that women are wonderful creatures to make love to. Now the poor guy didn’t get totally left out, it was his birthday after all. He just didn’t get to make it with us. He got to watch one hell of a video afterward too, ‘cos we filmed the entire thing.

Live and learn I guess. We, as a couple, had yet to find that perfect experience. We’d gotten some enjoyment from our extra encounters, but still hadn’t found the match we were searching for. Oh well, maybe it wasn’t really out there after all. Or maybe we had something so special ourselves that nothing we could find outside our own marriage and bedroom would match what our imaginations thought was possible. We’d about given up hope when another opportunity cropped up. It had been over a year since we had been with the other couple. I’d done a lot of soul searching to see where I went wrong since I couldn’t seem to make the gentleman comfortable with me. I’d talked to a lot of people on here about the situation and they all said the guy was crazy not to take advantage of what I had to offer, that it wasn’t me, but was him. Well that boosted my ego enough over time to allow me to take another chance at it. I just adopted the attitude I was going to have fun and not worry about how anyone else felt. I was going to relax and strut my stuff for once.

You know what the best part of getting past 40 is for me. Learning that I am sensual when I let myself be. Learning to love my body and how it reacts to the touch of another human being. Learning to say what it is I like to have done, how I like to be cuddled and caressed and teased till I can’t stand it anymore. Learning to show a man how to hold me, how to touch my pussy, how to finger me, how to lick the outside while he’s spreading my lips with his hand, how to rub the clit till it’s as hard as his cock and knowing that when I let myself succumb to the pleasure it gives me, that I glow from the inside out and that light in my eyes makes me beautiful to the beholder. And the night we got together with the other couple again, I was just that. I could see it mirrored in my husbands eyes as he watched me sitting on the couch with another man’s head between my thighs, drinking every drop of honey I produced. I could feel it in my husbands arms as he held me to his chest and watched over my shoulder while another cock was buried deep within the folds of my pussy, and when I was sitting on his cock with another one buried in my tight little hole at the same time. I came so many times that night we ran out of towels, and when the other gal commented to me that she couldn’t believe I could cum so often, I just shrugged my shoulders and said…it’s just the way I am. That was just before the three of us brought her to her second orgasm of the evening. Something new for her to experience.

Well you’d think that was the conclusion to this short story. I was walking on air for several days afterward. Then the bombshell hit once again. A neighbor dropped by and got way too suggestive and assertive and didn’t want to take no for an answer. I finally got him out of the house before I got more than I wanted to experience. Now I ask you…why is it you can’t win for losing sometimes?

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