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Emily again. Well, things just keep getting stranger and stranger. But not, I assure you, in a bad way. You’ll see.

The rest of the summer went by in a flash. Jeff left for Stanford in mid-August, driving out in plenty of time to get there and set up his living arrangements. The guest bedroom got pretty lonely after that, so I moved back upstairs with Paul and Sara. When I talked about moving back into the dorm in September, they wouldn’t hear of it. I was sure glad to save the money the dorm would have cost, since my tennis scholarship didn’t cover that expense.

There was one dark note in that whole summer. Just before school started, Jessie came back from Europe. Her resemblance to her mother Sara was startling; although she took after Paul with her brunette hair, her form and features were Sara through and through. She stayed with us for a couple of days until she left for her junior year at OSU.

But we didn’t get along. In fact, the first thing she said to me when we were alone was: “Look, girl. I know you’ve been fucking my father and mother, and I know you’ve been fucking my brother, but you’re not going to fuck me.” Her eyes flashed as she spit out the words.

“Look, Jessie,” I began, but she cut me off.

“The rest of my family thinks you’re hot shit, but that doesn’t mean I have to. I’m not going to end up as another notch on your bedpost. Got that?”

“Got it,” I said. Then she walked out of the room, leaving me there in a storm of emotions. What did I say to provoke that outburst? What did I do?

At dinner, no mention of it was made. She was the perfect sweet daughter. She didn’t speak to me at all, except to ask me to pass the salt. The next day, she left for school.

I took the opportunity to tell Sara about the exchange and ask what might have caused it. She told me that Jessie had learned that her boyfriend had been seeing somebody else over the summer without telling her, and she might have been taking some of that anger out on me. Well, that figured.

That fall went pretty much like the summer before it. I missed Jeff terribly, but I was getting plenty of sex, from both Sara and Paul. I went home for Thanksgiving, knowing that I wanted to stay here for Christmas, because Jeff was going to be coming home. My folks didn’t mind, because they’d been planning to spend Christmas in Florida with my Dad’s sister.

Jeff wasn’t the only one who was coming home for the holidays. I remember going home one afternoon in early December to what I thought was an empty house. When I went upstairs, I noticed that the door to the master bedroom was closed. And then I heard a woman giggle. And it wasn’t Sara.

I went back downstairs and got a glass of water. It wasn’t long before Paul came in, put down his briefcase, and gave me a hug. “Where’s Sara?” he asked.

“Um, she’s upstairs. But she has company.”

“Oh, you mean Elly?”

“Elly’s here?”

“Yeah. She flew in early this morning. I picked her up at the airport. You haven’t been introduced?”

“No, I just got home.”

“Then let’s go upstairs and get you two acquainted.”

We went upstairs, and he knocked on the door. “It’s me,” he said. “Are you up for company??

“Come on in,” I heard Sara say. So we did, and that’s when I fist saw Elly, sprawled out on the bed next to Sara. They were both naked and, as you could tell by their sweaty and flushed bodies and their broad grins, just recovering from some very sweet sex. The room just reeked of pussy.

Elly was, frankly, a knockout. I could see in a flash what Paul and Sara saw in her. My first impression was of her hair, long and dark and thick and curly, on both her head and her crotch. She was about my height and build, but she had some decent-sized tits on her, smaller than Sara’s but still a handful. She had long muscular legs and a winning smile, which was now directed at me.

“So you’re Emily! Sara’s told me so much about you!”

I smiled back. “Likewise! I thought you were in Russia.”

“And so I was, until about twenty hours ago. I’m so jet-lagged, I don’t know whether it’s day or night. I slept on the plane, except that you never really sleep on the plane, you know.” I nodded in agreement, even though I’d never been on an airplane in my life.

“How long will you be here, Elly?”

“A couple of months, I think. My old visa ran out, and I’m waiting for the new one to come through.”

“Well, make yourself at home,” I said unnecessarily. “I’ve got some laundry to do. Paul, can you help me?”

Paul hesitated only an moment before he nodded assent. He knew that I didn’t need any help, but instantly knew that I wanted some time alone with him. So he bent down and kissed the two women, and we went downstairs.

“Paul,” I said. “I’m glad I met her. You three have a lot of catching up to do, so I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.”

“God, Emily. Thank you. I was going to ask you to, but I didn’t know how, without making you think we were kicking you out of our bed. You don’t escort bahçelievler know how much I appreciate it. What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Well, you could take me into the guest bedroom and fuck me. Right now.”

He grinned. “I guess I could do that. I don’t think the ladies would mind if we left them alone for a while longer.”

“No, I think they have the situation well in hand.”

So Paul and I went into the guest bedroom, stripped, and hopped into bed. He was hard even before he got his boxers off, and I wasn’t far behind him in arousal; all that pussy smell went right from my nose to my clit. This was the first time I’d fucked Paul here, in the guest bed I normally shared with Jeff, and it added to the excitement. He got me off using his tongue and fingers on my pussy while I twisted and pulled on my nipples. Soon I was in the throes of the big O, the waves of pleasure originating at my clit and shooting right down my legs to my heels and up my arms to my wrists. Paul was the most experienced male lover I’d ever had, and what he lacked in stamina he more than made up for in talent. He not only knew what buttons to push, but exactly when to push them and for how long. I was so wet that when he finally slipped his dick inside me, I felt only the sudden sensation of fullness. Then it was my turn to tease him, squeezing his cock with my Kegel muscles as he plunged in and out. He always loved it when I relaxed, then clenched, in time with his strokes; my cunt muscles were a lot stronger than Sara’s are, and I knew how to use them.

But it wasn’t long before Paul abruptly picked up the pace. He was signaling the urgency of his lust, and I just whispered “Fuck me hard and fill me up” into his ear, relaxed under his weight, and succumbed to the golden sensation of lust that was overwhelming me. I felt him give his cock a final plunge into me and he held it there as it it spat out his cum into my womb. The intensity of it caught us both by surprise, and I squeezed his cock again, as if by squeezing alone I could keep it hard and locked inside me.

But I couldn’t, of course, and soon it slipped out, followed by our juices. He slipped down on the bed to lap them up as they oozed from my cunt, giving me another frisson of pleasure … the perfect dessert for a hearty meal.

“I’m so happy, Paul. I’m so happy that Sara lets us fuck together now. I really needed that.”

“Me, too. You can let me ‘help you with the laundry’ any time.”

I giggled. “Yeah, help me dirty up the sheets some more, you mean!”

“We sure did, didn’t we? Look at that wet spot!”

“Say, I’m getting hungry now. What do you say we order a pizza?”

“Mmm. Good idea, Em. Let’s get the biggest one they’ve got. I bet the girls upstairs are getting peckish, too.”

And that’s why all four of us were around the dinner table an hour later, scarfing down on pizza and drinking wine. Elly proved to be as companionable as they’d told me she was, always chatting about this or that. “Oh, my God! This is so good! Believe me, you just can’t get good pizza in Moscow, unless you make it. And even then, you can’t get the right cheese. Boy, have I missed it!”

“Well, we have a good pizzeria in town now,” Paul said. “The authentic Brooklyn style. It wasn’t here when you lived here; it opened up about five years ago. Actually, Emily told us about it.”

“Well, every freshman in school learns about where to get good pizza,” I said. “It’s a requirement. Antidote for dorm food, you know.”

“So tell me about yourself, Emily. Paul and Sara have told me some of it, but where is your home town, and your family?”

So I gave her my life story (short form). She was a good listener; she caught every word, and asked me the sort of questions that told me that she was listening to me. When I told her about my tennis training she nodded. “My sport was skating, and I trained as hard as you do. I still skate when I can.” Then she in turn told me about herself, and before we knew it, the pizza was gone, along with two bottles of wine and a doobie.

“So where’s the action in this town now?” Elly said at last.

“Same place it was before,” Sara said. “In our bedroom. But we’ve got a hot tub now. Would you care to try it?”

“I didn’t pack a bathing suit. I didn’t figure I needed to bring one for a December trip.”

“And you don’t. Just do it naked, like we do.” And with that, we got up and moved to the tub room. We shucked our robes and got into the tub. Paul immediately moved over to Elly’s side and put his arm around her. We were all feeling a little randy then, and soon Sara and I were snuggling as well. I’d been asking myself all night how I’d feel when this happened. Would I feel some jealousy toward Elly? Would I be uptight when I saw them necking? Sara, too, was sort of holding her breath, and Paul kept glancing at me as he was feeling Elly up.

The truth was: I didn’t feel any jealousy at all. It was just as though escort beyoğlu I’d found another lover to share with two of my favorite people. I smiled at them all, and the tension gradually dissipated. Sara sealed the deal when she said coyly, “Emily, why don’t you show Elly what you showed me the first time we were in the hot tub?”

I sure knew what she was talking about! So I guided Elly over the edge, so that the jet was just over her pussy. She gasped at the sudden sensation. Then I put a finger on each of her hairy pussy lips and gently opened her slit to expose her inner labia. I felt her suddenly tensing, then leaning forward to increase the pressure. I then slowly opened and closed her slit, letting her savor the difference in pressure. Her fingers moved down to replace mine. My freed hands slid up her body to her breasts, lifting them, teasing her pink nipples. He moaned with pleasure. Sara and Paul watched us avidly, desire written all over their faces. Finally, when I thought Elly was ready for it, I moved one hand back down and pulled her clitoral hood up just a wee bit. “OOH!” she cried. Then she came, a hard little orgasm that startled her. Then she began to laugh.

“Oh, Emily, I see what Paul and Sara saw in you! That was marvelous! Wherever did you learn that?”

“I grew up in a house with a hot tub. You learn these things,” I said simply.

“I bet you do. Emily, I’d like to get to know you better. May I sleep with you tonight?”

“I thought Paul would like to have a crack at you…” and then realized what I’d said.

She laughed. “No, I’m the one with the crack! But he and I already got it on. As soon as we got home from the airport, he jumped my bones. Boy, what a welcome home!”

“I did it for therapeutic reason,” Paul said. “The best cure for jet lag is a good shagging. Or so they say.”

“So the only girl that Paul hasn’t fucked yet today is his own wife!” I said. “Well, don’t you think we ought to let them have their chance?”

Elly hugged me and said, “I think we should. Why don’t we take the guest bedroom?”

“Well, there’s still a little bit of a wet spot from a few hours ago.”

“We’ll change the sheets.” And then she gave me a full-on kiss, tongue to tongue, and pressed her breasts against mine.

I turned to Sara and Paul and asked, “Do you guys mind?”

Sara just gave a shrug and a wink, as if to say “be my guest.” And Paul was paying too much attention to Sara’s tits to even notice. His cock was telling me everything I needed to know about where he was focused. So I said to Elly, “Let’s go.” We each gave Paul’s cock a squeeze and and slipped out of the tub. Elly picked up the towel and started to dry me. Whoa! She was leaving no opportunity for a grope unexplored! This woman is a keeper! I felt the rough towel caressing my clit and my nipples, grinding into the small of my back, dabbing gently at my neck and shoulders.

“You know I’m going to be doing the same to you. I insist.”

“I was hoping you would!” she replied. “In fact, I was counting on it!”

We took our time drying each other, partly to savor the moment, and partly because it was hotter to do it slowly in front of Paul and Sara. Paul was certainly enjoying it, too. He’d glance up every now and then even as he was sucking Sara’s boobs, and he’d smile at us.

We then we went to the guest bedroom, where the queen-size bed that was Jeff’s and mine, and then Paul’s and mine, awaited us. Elly took note of the wet spot on the bed, and then completely ignored it. She flung herself on the bed and, grabbing a couple of pillows to position her body, started to wank herself as she smiled up at me.

Damn. I thought I was a slut, but this woman was putting me to shame. What a find she was! Another reason to be very, very thankful to Paul and Sara. And I said so to her, there and then.

“Believe me, I love those people as much as you do,” she told me. “They are … special people. The whole family is.”

“I’ve met Jeff, and he’s pretty special, too. And I met Jessie a few months ago, but we didn’t get along for some reason.”

“Jessie was always moody, Emily. Even when she was a kid. She’ll snap out of it. You’ll see.”

“I guess her boyfriend dumped her.”

“Well, there you have it. Hey, just how ‘special’ is Jeff to you?”

“Pretty damned special. I mean, our lives aren’t exactly running parallel, but we definitely have something now.”

“OK, then. But let me ask you: would you mind if I …”

“If you fucked him?”

“Boy, Emily! You get straight to the point!”

“Maybe it’s the tennis player in me. You know, return the serve, keep the ball moving…”

“Yeah, maybe. But would you? Mind?”

I smiled at her. “Not at all, if that’s what he wants. And he always spoke warmly of you. I’d say go for it. He can always use the experience, and you seem to have plenty of that.”

She held out her arms to me, spread her legs wide, and beamed at me. “Come escort beşiktaş say ‘hi’ to me!”

“Hello,” I said as I kissed her. And that was the last word I said for the next hour. It was the most heavenly hour of my life.

I say that without taking the least from Jerry or Paul or Jeff. I say that knowing that I’ll always love cock. But this was the strangest thing: it was like we were on the exact same wavelength, like meeting your exact twin, the one you’d been separated from at birth. We didn’t even have to tell each other what we wanted. We could just read it from our breathing and our muscle tone. Physically, we were almost identical except for our boobs and hair. Her muscle tone was as good as mine, with immensely strong legs and the tightest ass I’d ever groped. We roamed each other’s bodies. I was as fascinated by the texture of her pubic hair, black and wiry and lush, as she was by the wisps on my own almost bare pubes. And she was as spellbound by the soft swells under my nipples as I was by the firm, melon-sized mounds under hers.

She was sliding fast into a state where she wanted some attention to her cunt, and I somehow knew it immediately. I put my hand down toward her crotch and she caught it, gently bent my fingers in, leaving only the middle one out. I smiled, and slipped the finger in. She closed her eyes in contentment.

Taking my hand, she guided me to her G-spot, and I knew immediately when I hit it, not by the feel, but from the way her body reacted, exactly as mine would.

I chuckled and, with my finger up her cunt and my tongue on her labia, I brought her to her first climax, and then her second. I was so … close … to her, it was almost like masturbating. We shifted positions so that I could keep giving her oral, but so that her mouth was at my clit and her finger up my cunt, too. Everything I did to her, I felt myself, because she was giving everything back to me as I gave it out. I was cumming, she was cumming, I was cumming again. Back and forth for what must have been an hour. By that time, the bed was so wet again that we were glad we didn’t change the sheets.

What a night that was! We were strangers who were suddenly sisters, more than sisters. After that hour of utter transport, we just looked into each other’s eyes, like looking into a mirror that can distort your features or your hair color but not the soul that looks back at you. I memorized her face, every freckle, every mole, every pore.

“Emily,” she said at last. “I love you.”

“I think I love you, too.”

“But I love Paul and Sara, too.”

“Me, too.”

We hugged and cried. And then we slept. She fell asleep in my arms, and left me in lazy thought for a long time. I thought about how much of an impact she must have had on Paul and Sara, and the effect she was having on me now. I thought about how, when I came into their lives, I must have appeared to them as the second coming of Elly, so alike that we could be sisters, re-infusing their lives with lust and joy.

I thought of my cat Bitsy, who used to fall asleep in my lap. When a cat dozes off in your lap, she’s showing you that she has complete trust in you, and for a cat that’s the ultimate honor she can pay you. And Elly was showing me that honor as I held and caressed her sleeping body, and I prayed I would be worthy of that honor.

And I thought of Jeff, what he and Elly might have meant to each other when Jeff was growing up. I knew that boys developed crushes on young ladies, but I was sure that Elly would never respond in kind. But what would she think of him now, a handsome young man who was intelligent and caring and pretty damned good in bed? If she was like me, she would no sooner see that cock than want it inside her, flooding her with his seed.

Would I be jealous? Hell, no. Instead, I was glowing with the prospect of being able to share my love for these two extraordinarily special people in my life. My lovers who love each other as I love them.

And I thought about Elly, my sister-soul, and how astonishingly lucky I was to have found her. How many people go through lives looking for someone who reflects their soul, their very self, back to them? I knew enough about life to know how rare they are, and how they don’t even have to be lovers to have that rapport. It goes deeper than love, deeper than even friendship. And tonight that person just fell into my lap.

We all reconvened in the kitchen the next morning. Elly and I were awakened by the smell of coffee brewing and bacon frying. We smiled and kissed, and then got up and walked into the kitchen arm in arm. The expression on our faces told the whole story to Paul and Sara. Their own faces lit up.

“I see you two hit it off,” Paul said. “We were so worried about that.”

“You were,” said Sara. “Not me. I knew these were two of a kind from the instant I met Emily.”

“I trust you two had a pleasant evening, too,” Elly said with great courtesy and an impish wink.

“I sure did,” Paul said. “To make love to three different women in one day, and to have them be the three most wonderful women in the world… you can’t beat that.”

“Consider it our present to you,” Sara said. “You deserve it. And you two …” she waved toward us …”you deserve each other. I’m so happy that we brought you together. That was the high point of my day, when I did that.”

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Penny adjusted her blazer, then quietly left the washroom and returned to her desk. She hadn’t really gotten any work completed that day, beyond typing up some notes and organizing the digital calendars for the three men. Honestly, there wasn’t much for her to do, which she supposed was why they needed her – they worked so hard they really needed some stress relief. She smiled to herself, very happy with how the day had gone. She’d never had a hard time enjoying sex, but those men really knew what they were doing. She’d learned new things about herself too: who knew she could get so into such kink?

“Ms. Ferguson?” she heard over her intercom. “We have dinner plans at 6:00 PM. Be ready.”

She heard a click and knew her response wasn’t needed. And based on how abrupt the instructions had been, she knew Mr. Hammond wasn’t expecting anything other than a yes anyway. She continued typing out some notes, then began reading through some of the files for each client, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to understand who may be meeting any of the partners in the future and how she could maybe help.

“All set?”

Penny looked up to see Mr. Nathan standing in the doorway wearing his coat. Over two hours had passed without her even realizing it. “All set,” she replied, reaching into a drawer to retrieve her purse. She stood as Mr. Nathan opened the closet next to her desk, took her coat and held it up for her to slip her arms into. She was more than a little pleased at his gentlemanly behaviour, particularly considering that between their own encounter earlier and what his partners must have told him, she wouldn’t exactly be considered a lady to much of society.

“Thank you, Mr. Nathan,” she said, smiling up at him. She knew their first names, of course, but found she liked the formality and the slightly naughty reminder that they were her bosses.

He put his hand in the small of her back and nudged her out the door to a waiting car. Mr. Hammond was in the driver’s seat and Mr. Green was riding shotgun. Mr. Nathan reached out to open one of the back doors, holding her hand as she slid into her seat, closing it softly when she pulled her legs in. The leather was a light tan colour and softer than any she’d felt before. The rest of the interior looked a lot like their offices – dark wood and an old-school, classy feel. And seemingly very expensive as well.

She clicked her seatbelt into place at the same time as Mr. Nathan, who’d gotten in the other side, and face forward as the car pulled away. Her attention was immediately drawn back to her left, though, as Mr. Nathan reached over and ran one finger up her thigh before grabbing her hand. He intertwined their fingers, then leaned back staring ahead. It seemed like he really just wanted to hold hands, so she squeezed her hand around his once, then looked forward for the remainder of the ride which lasted about 15 minutes. The car pulled up in front of a red-brick building with no name, just a brass plaque over the door that looked like a coat of arms.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“A men’s club of which we’re all members,” Mr. Green replied. “Women aren’t usually allowed, but we reserved a private dining room for the evening which is when an exception is made. And this will give us a more… intimate environment for us all to get to know each other better,” he said with a smirk, opening his door and stepping out. He moved immediately to open Penny’s door, holding out his hand to help her out.

Penny was a little overwhelmed with the attention, her last boyfriend not even holding the doors for her since she was a “strong, independent woman”. And she was. But sometimes it was nice to feel a little dainty. She placed her hand in his which he then tucked into his elbow as they walked up the steps. Mr. Hammond handed his keys to the valet then he and Mr. Nathan followed in behind them.

They all stopped in the foyer and Mr. Hammond stepped up to pull her coat off her shoulders, which he promptly handed to the elderly man waiting just inside the doors who greet them all by name. All three men handed over their coats and proceeded down the hall, Mr. Hammond’s hand resting just above her ass.

They walked through a door into a large room decorated more as a sitting room than a dining room, though a table sat in the centre with four chairs around it, set for supper. Against one wall was a fireplace with a blaze already going. To either side sat comfortable-looking armchairs. On the opposite wall was a couch which matched the chairs, a side table on either end with lamps adorning each. The art on the walls was almost erotic, with each painting showing the same women, each in a different stage of undress. Depending on which way you looked at them, she was either getting dressed or stripping.

“Have a seat, Penny,” Mr. Green said, holding out her chair. She stepped away from Mr. Hammond and sat down. Each man quickly took a seat at the table and Mr. Green picked up a bottle of Champagne from the silver sarıyer escort bucket where it had been chilling and poured them all a glass.

“Penny, it’s only been a day, but I think we can all agree that we’re thrilled you agreed to join us. I can personally attest to the fact that I was more productive today than I have been in months, and that’s even with that hour-long break this morning,” Mr. Nathan toasted, with a wink in her direction. “We’re so happy to have you here and look forward to higher office morale.”

Penny blushed, pleased when the other two men heartily agreed. They all clinked glasses, then sat back in their seats. The door opened a second later and two servers walked in, each with two dome-covered plates, and set one in front of each diner. They removed the cloches, and walked out, not having said a word.

Penny looked down at her plate, a beautiful fillet of salmon atop what looked like mushroom risotto in front of her. She looked back up, seeing all three men staring at her in a way that made her pussy clench.

“Get that look off your face, Penny,” Mr. Nathan laughed. “We’re going to eat before ravishing you. Besides, you’ll need the fuel.”

His words broke the tense feeling in the room, all of them anticipating what they knew would happen later. Each of them picked up their utensils and began eating, holding light conversation throughout the meal, sometimes asking Penny questions, answering hers, or lightly ribbing each other over past misdeeds. It was clear to her that the men had known each other a long time and were more than comfortable together, though clearly dedicated to their jobs, all working together to make their firm a success.

Penny placed her silverware on her plate indicating she was finished and leaned back in her chair, moving her Champagne glass to her lips. Mr. Green had kept her glass topped up and she thought she must have had about three glasses; she was starting to feel it now.

The air became heavier as the men realized she’d finished, pushing aside their plates and turning towards her as one.

“All finished?” Mr. Hammond asked, his voice deeper than usual.

Penny nodded, and he stood and moved to a small intercom on the wall by the door. “We’re ready for dessert,” he said into it before releasing the button and moving to the small bar in the corner. “Scotch?” he asked the room at large, not waiting for anyone’s answer before he poured four, coming around to hand them each a glass as the door once again opened. The same two servers came back into the room, removing the plates and silverware and returning a moment later with a large platter covered in delicate pastries and small desserts which were left in the middle of the table.

One of the servers stopped at the door on the way out, asking if there was anything else the party would require that evening. “Just privacy,” Mr. Green answered, to which the server smiled knowingly, nodding swiftly and departing. Penny took a deep breath, knowing that the evening was about to get a lot more interesting.

Mr. Nathan stood and held out his hand. When she placed her own in his, he pulled her to her feet, his other arm coming around her back to hold her close to him. His head ducked down, his lips trailing light kisses down her neck, causing her to shiver. He pulled back, smiling, then led her to stand in front of the fireplace.

Mr. Green moved up to her side, reaching out to brush her hair over her shoulder and allowing his hand to trail down her back, not stopping until he had a firm grip on one ass cheek. He squeezed lightly, then moved in behind her placing both hands on her hips and pulling her back so her ass rested in the v of his groin. She moaned, getting louder as Mr. Nathan grasped a tit in either hand before moving them down to undo her jacket.

Mr. Green reached up to her shoulders to pull off the jacket as Mr. Nathan worked on undoing her blouse buttons in record time, slipping her blouse off her shoulders but leaving it tangled around her wrists. Penny took a deep breath, her tits threatening to spill over her bra, her nipples pebbling before their eyes as she felt a gush of wetness from her cunt, not confined by panties and starting to slowly drip down her leg.

Mr. Green reached to her right hip and slowly undid her skirt zipper, allowing it to puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of it kicking it lightly to the side before gasping as Mr. Green’s lips started inching down her back and Mr. Nathan’s hands moved back up to her tits, squeezing tightly until they almost hurt. His head moved down, capturing her mouth with his, tongues beginning to wrestle as he twisted her nipples. Mr. Green was now kneeling behind her and she felt his hand reaching up between her legs. She spread them wider, waiting for him to touch her where she needed it most.

Penny moaned as she felt a single digit sweep between her lips, spreading the proof of her desire before halkalı escort entering her pussy. Overwhelmed, her knees became weak, Mr. Nathan wrapping his arms around her to hold her up, still pressing his mouth to hers, hungry for her kiss.

“Perhaps we should move this to a horizontal surface,” Mr. Hammond said. “Then we can all enjoy her without worrying she’ll fall over with her first orgasm.”

Mr. Green stood, his finger still swirling in Penny’s tight channel, and Mr. Nathan lifted his head, laughing, “yeah, I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” before picking her up and moving towards the table. She whimpered as she lost Mr. Green’s finger. Mr. Nathan placed her face-up on the table, ripping off the remains of her blouse and then her bra. Mr. Hammond barely moved the plate of desserts in time, though made no move to put it down.

Instead he held the platter out to the other men, raising one eyebrow. The other two men grinned and each grabbed a few, turning back towards Penny with expressions that made her thighs clench. Mr. Green placed two circular desserts over her nipples before tilting a small bowl and drizzling melted chocolate over her mound, up over her stomach, around her breasts and ending at her neck.

In the meantime, Mr. Nathan had taken three small éclairs and was methodically stuffing them up her cunt. She flexed her internal muscles, crushing them, feeling the cold cream spill into her. She moaned as Mr. Green and Mr. Hammond both began nibbling on the pastries covering her chest then each taking a nipple in the mouth and sucking hard. Mr. Nathaniel started licking the chocolate off her body, beginning on her mound just above her clit and twirling his tongue across her skin. His mouth soon moved down her cunt, taking small bites of an éclair as Penny’s muscles pulsed, pushing it out.

Mr. Nathan stood a moment later licking his way up her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel. Mr. Green quickly moved between her thighs, laving her pussy, swirling his tongue around the second éclair protruding from her cunt, eating it up before sucking her clit into his mouth. Penny arched her back, pleasure swirling through her core, so close to cumming it almost hurt. “No!” she gasped as Mr. Green pulled away, replaced quickly by Mr. Hammond.

Mr. Hammond lightly bit the last éclair, carefully not touching Penny’s sensitive skin. “Please, please make me cum,” she almost shouted. “I’m so close.” The other men continued to clean her skin of the remaining chocolate as Mr. Hammond chuckled, his hands reaching around her thighs, slowly moving towards her wet heat. “You’ll need to be a bit more specific Penny,” Mr. Hammond said. “I need to know exactly what you need from us.”

His hands stopped just short of her cunt, then stilled as he glanced up with one eyebrow raised. “I’m waiting,” he said. “What do you want?”

Penny groaned, desperate for his touch, for his cock, but mostly just to cum. “Please make me cum,” she begged. “Please suck my clit in your mouth, jam your fingers in my cunt, fuck me with them, fuck me with your hard cock, make me do whatever you want, just please let me cum!” She finished her sentence on a hard, indrawn breath, almost immediately letting out a wail as Mr. Hammond’s lips clamped around her clit and his fingers thrust into her pussy hard. He pumped them in and out quickly while sucking hard. Moments later she shuddered hard and groaned as she came, cunt spasming hard around Mr. Hammond’s fingers.

As she began to come down, Mr. Green turned her head to face him and thrust his cock towards her mouth. She immediately opened her lips, sucking him in hard, moaning at his masculine taste. His hands reached out and held the back of her head as he began to move faster, fucking her face. Penny swirled her tongue around him then jumped slightly as Mr. Hammond’s dick speared her hard. Her left hand was picked up and wrapped around Mr. Nathan’s hard cock as he used her to jerk himself off. Everyone’s breath was heavy, Penny’s especially as her throat was continuously invaded by Mr. Green’s cock, his thrusts becoming quicker as he got closer to cumming.

A moment later he let out a yell as his jizz gushed into Penny’s mouth for a moment before he pulled out and shot the remainder of his load on her face, using his dick to swirl the cum around until her entire visage held a faint shine. Watching this, Mr. Hammond pounded her harder, soon also depositing his spunk inside her tight cunt. He pulled out, watching as a few drops of cum dripped out. They were pushed back inside a moment later, though, as Mr. Nathan shoved his cock up inside her, pumping quickly, already close to cumming after the magic of her hand.

Penny reached down, playing with her clit. She’d been worked back up to a fever pitch and was aching to reach another completion. Mr. Hammond had moved towards her head, leaning down to kiss her, his mouth occasionally straying to her cheeks and chin, licking escort bakırköy Mr. Green’s cum from her skin before returning to wrestle their tongues together. Mr. Green was standing behind Mr. Nathan, running his hands over Mr. Nathan’s body, hips grinding against his ass in time to Mr. Nathan’s thrusts into Penny.

She felt it coming again and rubbed her clit harder as Mr. Nathan began to moan, both crashing at the same time. “Fuck, baby. Yes,” he shouted as his cum jetted into her. “Your cunt’s so hot. So slippery, full of two men’s cum. I’m going to pull out and I bet it’s just going to be spilling out of you, won’t it?” he asked, coming to a stop and slowing withdrawing. Mr. Green stepped back to let him move from between Penny’s legs, both of them watching her cunt hole begin to close after being stretched by two large cocks. She could feel cum slowly sliding from her body, loving how slutty she was being.

Mr. Hammond grabbed her hair, pulling her to a sitting position. “A delicious end to a great meal,” he said. “But I don’t think we’re done yet, are we?” He moved her to a standing position then turned her to bend over the table, ass presented to them all. “Don’t move,” he commanded, then turned to the dessert tray and grabbed a bowl of whipped cream. “We’re going to claim that tight ass.” He licked her rosette, then scooped up a finger full of cream, applying it to her hole, slowly pushing it inside.

Penny winced, but relaxed as she got used to the foreign feeling. A moment later more cool cream was inserted inside her, this time with two fingers. Again, it took her a moment to adjust, but soon began to feel come pleasure at the intrusion. She looked to the side to see Mr. Nathan on his knees, Mr. Green’s cock in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he pulled back then thrusting forward again. Penny gasped, thrilled by this illicit act but was soon distracted as Mr. Hammond pulled out what was now three fingers, replacing them with his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass, Penny,” he said as he began to enter her. “I’m going to stretch it out and make you scream.” With that he pushed all the way in, then stilled so she could get used to him in her forbidden hole. A few moments later she pushed back against him, wanting to know what came next. He said something under his breath then grabbed her hips and withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her. He repeated this, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, until she began to tense. She hadn’t known it was possible, but she knew she was about to cum from an ass-fucking. She screamed a moment later, channels pulsing and milking his dick until he exploded inside her, halting his movements when he finished, leaning over her back and kissing her neck. He pulled all the way out then made his way towards the connecting washroom.

Mr. Nathan stood, Mr. Green’s cock slipping from his mouth, and positioned himself behind Penny, barely pausing before grabbing his dick by the base and entering Penny’s ass. It still stung, but not as bad this time and she acclimated quicker, her tunnel lubed now by more than just whipped cream. Mr. Nathan fucked her hard, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull at her clit. He then thrust two fingers up her cunt, playing with the cum already inside. He scooped up some cum then reached up to her mouth, allowing her to suck the cum from his fingers before returning for more, all the while humping against her ass, getting closer to cumming. A second later Penny shattered as his fingers rolled around her pussy, causing him to dump a second load into her ass.

Mr. Nathan pulled out, a trail of cum following him before falling over her. Mr. Green smiled as he took his place behind her. Penny turned to look at him, a bit worried as he was the largest of them. But he gave her a reassuring nod then lined up his cock and shoved it inside her. She realized did needn’t have worried – the two cocks before him had really stretched her out. She leaned over the table until her whole front was flat against it, rolling her hips as Mr. Green thrust in and out. She jolted up, though, as her clit was sucked into a mouth, looking down to see Mr. Hammond on his knees underneath her, sucking her and playing his fingers through her pussy. She hadn’t thought it possible, but she realized she was close again to cumming.

For the umpteenth time that night, Penny screamed then moaned as she came. Her orgasm caused her muscles to spasm, milking Mr. Green for him cum which he soon surrendered. He pulled out a moment later and Mr. Hammond stood. The three of them stood behind her, watching as her hole gaped open and cum dripped both from her ass and pussy, slowing leaking down her legs.

Penny tried to stand but collapsed back on the table, exhausted, but incredibly satisfied.

The three men helped her stand and brought her to the washroom. Mr. Nathan stepped into the shower with her, helping her wash away the jizz, holding her close and supporting her. “You’re perfect, you know that? You let us use you and join in with enthusiasm. You’re so dirty, but so innocent at the same time. We’re so lucky to have you as our slut,” he whispered in her ear. She didn’t reply but turned in his arms and kissed him. It was a sweet kiss and conveyed both her thanks for such an amazing experience and her clear willingness to get closer.

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It all started as a lark; I was in Las Vegas for a week attending a conference and enjoying some time away from the office. Staying at one of the casinos on the strip, I was attending meetings through the day, working out in the evening and seeing the town at night.

In the two short trips to Vegas previously, I had never gone to any big shows or anything; I had gone once to an upscale strip club and quickly ran though a couple of hundred dollars on the good-looking and well toned dancers there. But no big adventures, no one-night anything; just a good time and some decent luck at the tables.

Today was a light meeting schedule, so I was taking advantage of some extra gym time. I was midway into my routine when a woman I had noticed earlier caught my eye; she was very pretty, light blonde hair, lovely blue eyes and an awesome athletic figure – tight, toned, tan – very nice altogether. She was watching me lift which made me feel a little self-conscious but wanting to push a touch more weight. Our eyes met and she smiled, but then she looked away and moved towards a guy in another part of the gym. Oh well, I thought, and kept going.

A few minutes later she was back, this time closer. I was in the middle of a lift, and she waited until I was done and came over and introduced herself. Her name was Amy, and she was there for a couple of weeks with her husband. They were vacationing there and enjoying the party atmosphere; they had been there ten days and had seen a lot of shows and spent some money at the casinos.

We chatted for a bit, all the while I was trying not to stare at her in that tight spandex top. Her breasts were small and hard with her nipples clearly visible pushing up on the fabric of the top. On top of being beautiful, she seemed very nice and for some reason mentioned that she and her husband were a very open couple. I didn’t really understand that, it must have shown on my face when she smiled again and invited me to join them for dinner that night. I had no plans, she was very friendly and I figured why not.

Before going out, I took some extra time washing up and getting dressed – it was very tempting to stroke myself in the shower thinking about Amy, about holding her tight and taking off that spandex top. My cock grew just thinking about it, but I held off, thinking that I could spend the evening with them and take care of that later.

I left the room in a nice Brooks Brothers shirt, slacks, and some Italian loafers picked up on my last trip to New York. I was getting a restaurant recommendation from the concierge in the lobby when Amy appeared in a magnificent evening dress – all blue sequins, with bare shoulders and a plunging back – her hair was down and she was quite the vision. I could not help but to smile taking it all in, and she appeared to appreciate the compliment. She came up and greeted me with a kiss to the cheek and said we could go ahead, her husband was not coming to dinner. I was a little confused but happy to have her on my arm as we left for dinner.

We took a taxi and went to an intimate restaurant, getting a booth in the back. Amy was very friendly without being overly talkative; she was good conversation and had a tendency to lean closely to me and touch when sharing something. I could not help but to be charmed with her and she seemed to be enjoying herself. We started talking about our lives and she began talking about her and her husband.

To this point we had been very casual, just small talk, but then she slid over to me, put her hand on mine and said she wanted to tell me something. Naturally I told her to go ahead. She leaned so close I could smell her hair, her subtle perfume, and was having a hard time concentrating on her words. She said she and her husband Mark had shared some amazing things together – travel, outdoor adventures – but there were other things they wanted to share as well. Amy looked at my eyes as she said during the last week they had lived out one of her husband’s fantasies – they had invited another woman into their bedroom and shared her for the evening.

Amy told me this with her face inches from mine, her eyes big and her hand touching mine. I started to understand something as she went on. Amy said it was one of the most magnificent experiences of their lives, that they both had re-lived it again and again over the last couple of nights. She stopped for a moment to gauge my reaction. I was incredibly turned on at the thought of this beautiful woman going down on another woman, and told her so. I went on and told her I hoped the other girl tasted good, because I was sure Amy would taste good to her. Amy smiled, dropped her hand to my leg, and looked at me very directly.

She said, “It was the best sex I’ve ever had. It opened my eyes to the way sex can be. I’ve never come so hard or so many times.” She leaned in so that her lips were barely touching my ear. “And now that we’ve lived out Mark’s fantasy, it’s my turn.”

With this, she moved in and kissed me full on the lips. Her mouth escort was warm and wet and as I started to return the kiss her hand moved up my leg and gently rested on top of my growing cock.

She pulled back and said, “I saw you in the gym two days ago. I showed you to Mark and said ‘He’s the one.’ Mark agreed and said I could talk to you about it.”

I was turned on, flattered, and hoping she would not remove her hand from my now hard cock. I wrapped her in my free arm, told her I thought she was beautiful and asked directly what they had in mind. She started a slow, teasing stoking motion on me, hidden under the table.

“It’s a little kinky,” she said. She hesitated, then: “Maybe a lot kinky. I’ve always thought Mark is secretly bisexual. This time it’s my turn to live out my fantasy, and that is to share a man between Mark and me.”

She looked a little anxiously at me, wanting to know if I was still alright.

In my life, I’ve never been with another guy. It’s always been with a girl – and on a couple of occasions, two girls. But to be honest, I have to admit to fantasizing about being with a couple. I’ve often come by my hand, stroking it fast until I squirted all over my hard stomach, thinking about being taken by two people at the same time. Here was this opportunity with this magnificent woman, asking if I was OK with it.

I told her, “Honestly, I have never been with another guy, but have fantasized about it…” Looking at her, I wanted to kiss those lips again. My body reacted to the idea, I made a leap and said, “So long as I can have some more of you…” leaned in, and kissed her long and hard.

Amy responded by kissing back, opening her mouth and letting our tongues touch; her hand reflexively tightened on my cock and my hips moved in response. We needed to get to a room quickly. But before I could stand, she put her hand on my arm and asked me to stop for a second.

“Wait – there’s more. This part may be hard for you.” She looked at me earnestly. “I need to add something – something that might make you uncomfortable. Something I have thought about for years.” I stopped and waited to hear the rest; I felt a faint touch of anxiety start to run through me.

She said, “I have always wanted to have a man with us… but somehow anonymously. To share him with Mark, but for Mark and me to be in total control. For us to completely…” She was seeking words. “Have him.”

She looked up at me and in a rush, spilled out what must have been hidden within her for years. “I want to blindfold you, bring you into our bed and for both of us to fuck your brains out.”

The words, the thought, brought back to me my fantasy of being with a couple. The idea of being there, of things asked of me, of having my body used for pleasure… I could not help but smile at her. I leaned over, pressed my lips to her ear and said, “Let’s go.” She thrilled, kissed me, and we left.

In the taxi on the way back, I was all over her. I pulled her to me and she went weak in my arms as I kissed her, pulled down that dress and began to suck on those perfect breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly in my mouth and she told me breathlessly that she was very sensitive there. Her eyes rolled back as I rolled her nipples around with my tongue; I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back gently and pulled her body to me as I sucked harder upon her and she made a sharp noise in her throat, her body convulsing against me. She pulled my head up and kissed me with all she had, pulling my tongue into her mouth.

We were at the hotel quickly, and I paid the smiling driver. We ran through the lobby, and caught up in the elevator – this time she pushed me against the wall and ground her pussy into my cock, all the while shoving her tongue into my mouth. Her hands held me and I was surprised at the strength she possessed in those slender arms. We went to the top floor and she pulled me by the hand towards their suite. She unlocked the door and we went into the foyer. There were no lights on beyond. Amy turned to me and asked me to stay right there.

“Don’t move and don’t worry – we are going to make you feel really, really good tonight.” She kissed me again and ran off into the darkness. I was left there alone.

From the foyer, across the darkened living area, the lights of the city were visible going off into the distance. I heard soft music coming from somewhere. Amy came back in a rush, her face glowing and something in her hands.

“Everything is perfect,” she said. “We are going to completely take care of you.”

With that, she came up close to me and moved behind me. Suddenly her hands were over my eyes, and she placed a blindfold there. She held my arm for a moment – I felt that she was looking at me, watching me. My body reacted in a way I never expected – I shivered, a thrill running down my back as I realized I was coming into her power, that she was directing things from here on. And that only increased as I felt another hand on my other sex hikaye arm – her husband.

Until now this had been an exciting game, but here the reality of another man hit me. I was blindfolded, in a strange room with a couple. Someone started unbuttoning my shirt. Amy – I could smell her hair. Her soft fingers explored and moved down my chest as she undid each one.

She purred whispered words as she went along – “look at his beautiful chest… how strong he is… and he’s ours tonight…”

She went down to my belt and stopped. Hands pulled my shirt down from my shoulders and ran over my bare skin… large hands, stronger than Amy’s, somehow more demanding. They moved to my chest, ran across my muscles, stopped and pulled on my nipples. I gasped. I heard Amy giggle. My shirt was pulled from my slacks and taken off of me; her soft hand took mine and led me from the foyer. I had no idea where we were going. Another pair held and guided my hips as we walked. Mark must be walking behind us, his hands on me. I heard my shoes go from marble tile to soft carpet, feeling that change as we walked deeper into their room.

We stopped. I was turned by the hands on my hips. Music was playing, I could smell vanilla. Someone was pulling at my belt, someone was taking off my shoes. Without warning, my slacks were pulled open and my cock – so long waiting for release – sprang out.

“Ahhh…” said Amy. “It’s beautiful.”

I felt her hands upon me, wrapping around my straining cock, and she began milking it slowly, up and down. I moaned, my head leaning back. My slacks were being pulled down and off, hands ran up my bare legs and back to my hips. My cock was being slowly milked, her hands squeezing at the bottom, pulling up, doing it again. Hands on my hips started moving around- exploring my body. Running over my back, along my sides, centering on my ass. I felt him come closer up behind me and his hands started kneading my ass, squeezing each side. One hand went between my legs and pushed them slightly apart. I made a low sound. I heard Amy move as the hand between my legs went up between the cheeks of my ass, felt my ass spread and fingers explore my anus.

Amy whispered, “Do you want that?” A low “yes…” came in return. I was turned abruptly. My cock was being held up.

“Do you want this, too?”

“Yes…”

“Come here then.”

Movement around me and I was pushed back. A bed struck my knees from behind and I was gently pushed down and back upon it, laid flat upon it, my legs dangling over the edge. My cock was held up and a wet mouth touched it, enveloped it, slid down upon it. I was no longer in control of my voice, I was softly moaning, aching at every touch. I felt the bed move around me. Another mouth started on my stomach, moving down towards my cock. They both left me for a moment and I heard a deep kiss, then both came back. They shared my cock between them, each kissing, licking, sucking it in turns. One hand wrapped around the base and held it firmly as they increased their intensity.

Then Amy said, “Now – I want him in me. Now.”

She moved across me and I felt her wet pussy stroke against my cock once before she pushed it inside her and slid down. All that wetness from sucking allowed it to slide in fully on the first stroke and she made a wonderful sound as she ground it deeper into her. She pulled my hands up to hold her breasts as she rode me and I heard sucking sounds above me – Mark must have put his cock in her mouth.

Amy rode hard and fast, her sounds becoming louder and louder until she pulled Mark from her mouth and screamed once, her pussy contracting hard on me, I could feel her womb brush down against the tip of my cock.

“Oh, fuck yes…” she said, grinding against me, riding it out. “Oh God… That was incredible. He’s perfect.” I felt her lean down and kiss me, lingering, pulling my lips into her mouth. “Mmmmm…” she moaned. “Very nice.” A pause. “Now let’s get Mark to come.”

Amy pulled me so I was sitting up with her still in my lap. We were tummy to tummy and she lay an arm across my shoulder and around my neck. I heard a slurping sound, and thought she had pulled Mark into her mouth again. She moved her head and kissed me hard, then moved back to sucking Mark. She did this again, moving between us. Each time she kissed me, she ground her pussy harder on my cock, making me lightheaded. She went back and forth, between sucking Mark’s cock and kissing me, faster between the two of us, she started sharing kissing and sucking almost at the same time, her mouth more wet and urgent each time. I could taste something new on her tongue, a sweet salty taste and knew that it was from Mark’s cock, his pre-come. She kissed me again and held my head still with her arm and I felt something else warm against my lips, soft and velvety.

It pushed in slightly, my lips letting it in, and heard Amy whisper into my ear, “yes… kiss it. Kiss it. Taste him. Open your mouth wide…” nişantaşı escort while it pushed deeper into my mouth.

Amy ground hard on me, rewarding me for pleasing her husband. She moved my hand up to hold his shaft, moving it in a stroking motion. I wrapped my fingers around it and brought it deeper into my mouth, opening wide, keeping my lips tight, milking it in the way I love women to do to me. I stroked the underside with my tongue and tightened my hand on his shaft, starting to pull it harder.

Mark started sawing his cock in and out of my mouth and moaning loudly. Amy was encouraging me on, telling me to suck harder or stroke harder, all the while grinding her wet pussy on my cock. I was getting close and could feel Mark’s cock get bigger and bigger and I knew he was about to come. Amy knew it too and was nearly frantic, telling him to come in my mouth, me to come in her pussy, to make me taste him, to make me fill her wet pussy.

Then I felt a warm squirt in my mouth and Mark started coming and moaning loud and squirting splash after splash into my mouth as I milked his cock for all he had. He filled my mouth with come, moaning how good it felt in there. It tasted salty and slightly bitter and I held it in my mouth as he finished when suddenly Amy held my face between her hands and kissed me more deeply than she ever had before. Her tongue was everywhere and I realized she wanted to share Mark’s come, so I gave it to her with my tongue.

As she greedily swallowed it I went over the edge and started pumping come into her with all my body. She kept kissing me, making more urgent noises, her tongue running along every part of my mouth, taking all of Mark’s come into her own while I was filling her pussy with my come.

I pumped her pussy with my cock and her mouth with Mark’s come and she reared back and screamed “Aahh! God!!!” and came all over me, her body out of control, her thighs quivering uncontrollably as her body was racked by waves of pleasure. She pushed down on me with all her weight, wanting me as deeply into her as I could go, pushing down on me and riding me like a bucking horse.

We nearly collapsed then, Amy and I falling back onto the bed, Mark alongside. I could taste Mark’s come in my mouth and feel Amy’s wetness on my cock, cool in the air. Amy giggled and Mark chuckled and they talked in quiet tones on how good that was. I was still blindfolded and reached up to take it off when Amy stopped me and told me to just relax – they were not done with me yet.

Laying there, warm and feeling very much like I was in the middle of a dream, someone rolled me over onto my stomach and started to rub my back. It felt very nice, and I made appreciative noises when a second set of hands joined in. Someone started kissing my back, lightly moving their lips up and down over my skin and that gave me goose bumps all over. Then one bit me lightly, startling me, before moving on with more kisses and strokes. I sighed. Once in a while one or the other would bite, gently, but enough to send shivers all though me. The hands spread my legs and started caressing between my thighs and that caused an electric thrill to run straight up my spine. One pair spread my ass apart and held me that way – I felt like I was opened up, completely exposed, with nothing hidden.

Amy whispered, “You want that, don’t you.” “Yes,” Mark replied, his voice low with desire.

She moved up to my ear. “Do you want that too?”

“Yes.” It was all I could say.

“Tonight is the night,” she said. I felt movement on the bed while whoever was holding me open started to run fingers down the seam of my ass, tickling my anus, making circles around the most sensitive part. My whole body was tensed and I felt every touch, every brush, every breath on my skin. My cock was hard again beneath me and I pressed it against the covers. Movement on the bed and I felt a shock as something cold and wet was dripped onto my anus. Fingers started rubbing it in, thick and well. I could not stop the moans that came from my throat. This was a different kind of desire, not one of taking, but one of being taken.

A finger began pushing inside me and I tensed – it hurt, not much, but it was a shock. Amy lay down beside me and began stroking my back, my shoulders, my arms.

“Shhhh…” she began. “Just relax. Let it happen.”

As she talked, the finger went out and returned, this time thick with more lotion, pushing farther inside. I moaned loud, my legs opening, my hips bucking spontaneously to allow better access.

“You like that,” she whispered. “You want more, don’t you.”

It wasn’t a question – she knew. She was stroking my hair, cooing softly in my ear as another finger joined the first. I was only desire at that point, only animal feelings as the fingers inside me started moving in and out, then pushing against the sides of me deep inside, then in and out again.

“Is he ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” was Mark’s reply.

I wasn’t sure I was, but it was too late – the bed shifted under his weight and I felt the warm soft tip of his cock push against me. He circled it gently, letting me get used to it before pushing. I felt the pressure, then my body opening and he slid the tip in. I cried out – it was far bigger than I expected.

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The Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club

Chp 1 Meet the Ladies Part 2

The night continues and we see the 14 Indian women in action.

The boys arrived back obviously a little affected by the high priced shots of Johnnie Walker Black I had provided them with. All the women had their voting card issued by Ruth to place 3 2 1 on, with each card secretly coded so Ruth and I could see who voted for who. I had Ruth draw a couple’s name from an empty bowl containing all the duos. I looked at the names Daulat and his aunt Sai but called out Gangeesh and his aunt Navya. I wanted to get off to a good start with the women seeing Gangeesh’s 12-inch monster. And it worked.

Ruth escorted a nude Gangeesh out from the toilets. His 12-inch rod with a knob the size of a small mandarin was quivering stiff. Thick veins pulsed steadily along its length and a collective murmur of amazement rose from the women, even from those who had heard before of what to expect. Then his 46-year-old 205-pound size 18 aunt Navya entered and her eyes widened at astonishment at the size of her nephew’s log. I knew then that my fast bowler was going to be a tired boy at practices and matches. The excitement that Gangeesh had created subsided and appraising eyes turned to the aunt. You can be lucky or not and this time I was very very lucky.

She was quite dark-skinned being from Kola and was as big as a forest tree trunk. Not over fat, just wide-shouldered, thick bellied with solid meaty arms and thighs. My eyes like those of everyone fastened on the 48DD tits swaying as she walked, but more specifically zeroing in on her nipples which were the size of a week-old calf’s teats. What was the DNA in that family? Almost as aside I noticed she was shaved with finger-thick cunt lips on a prominent Filipina style mound.

Navya used the thumb and fingers of both hands to encircle Gangeesh’s cock before holding the circle they formed to show the size to everyone at the table. The 2 approached Anupama who was waiting nude on a modern L shaped sofa. Even her nipples were insignificant when compared to Navya’s. Ruth told the duo to arrange Anupama and told them to start their 15 minutes on her call. The BBW Indian arranged Anupama on her knees and palms at one open end of the black imitation leather lounge with her arse facing our table. Navya knelt with her back and thick arse cheeks facing us and her face ready to bury itself into Anupama’s slit from behind. Gangeesh was furthest away from us standing behind the backless section of the L shape with his log inches from my Accounting partner’s face.

Ruth called time and their 15 minutes began.

Anupama’s long tongue rolled out like a welcome mat and Gangeesh laid his cock head on it. Like a butterfly her tongue flicked around the bottom side of his glans, sending thrills throughout him as he remembered the week before. Navya reached and used her hand to smack her nephew’s dick on Anupama’s face several times. Unable to wait longer, Gangeesh leaned forward and let his weight be supported on his left hand on the couch near Anupama’s wrists. A quick hunch of his hips sent his 12-inch tool partly into her receptive mouth. She immediately began sucking and licking the three inches he put into her. Her tongue was everywhere at once; wrapping around the head, sliding along the bottom of his shaft in a swirling motion. Then she lifted her neck and lowered her head to work her lips farther and farther up his shaft. Five inches then six seven and eight disappeared as she began gagging both from the length and girth, as her mouth stretched to take the monster.

“Aaaah, yes, use your tongue. Christ, that feels good,” Gangeesh moaned.

Simultaneously Navya learnt forward to reach Anupama’s slit from behind and began her assault on her. She began blowing air across her clit and Anupama thrust back wanting actual physical contact. Navya lapped her tongue over her clit and my Indian accounting partner groaned in pleasure. She was like a firecracker waiting to go off, knowing she faced 13 separate consecutive bouts of 15 minutes.

Navya finished her preliminaries and got down to some serious tonguing. One hand steadied Anupama’s arse while her other reached down to pleasure her clit. Soon the squelching sounds we had had at the table recommenced and under the bright light above the sofa, we could see Navya’s juices wetting her inside thighs and staining the polished boards beneath her. I could hear amazed gasps from the other end of the table but put it down to the copious love juice Navya was releasing. Anupama had swallowed 10 inches but suddenly gagged, pulled back and semi puked before again raising her mouth over his spit-slick tip and letting a long dollop of saliva fall onto his cock knob and the shaft beneath it. Her hand took this lubricant and rubbed it up and down his shaft bringing a groan from Gangeesh.

After a few seconds, her mouth came back up over his cock head and she kissed it lovingly before opening her mouth mecidiyeköy escort wide and diving down on his tool, took the first seven inches of his thick erection to the back of her throat. Then she took another 2 inches and Gangeesh felt the gripping walls of her throat massaging his glans and he knew she was going to try to eat all 12 inches. Anupama was breathing heavily through her nose, getting her throat ready for more. Her hand let go of the base of his cock and she forced her face down further.

Then it happened. Navya came from her self frigging; her body shaking, and tongued Anupama furiously, licking from arse to clit, sucking her clit then spreading her arse cheeks and driving her tongue deep into Anupama’s love channel. Then, repeat and repeat. I hadn’t expected Anupama to cum in the first bout but she bucked and trembled as she came. Navya came again feeling this and reached up and forward, grabbed Anupama’s head and rammed her face down onto her nephew’s cock. Gangeesh felt his dick bend as it followed the tunnel of her throat. Her lips crushed themselves into his pubic hairs as she shook from her orgasm and took all twelve fat inches like a porno queen. It reminded me of the many Facial Abuse videos I had watched. Only by accident, of course.

“Aaawwww, shit!” Gangeesh gasped as Anupama held his cock deep in her throat for about fifteen seconds before he exploded. Navya held her head with her nephew fully embedded in her gullet for another 30 seconds before the gagging, coughing, vomiting Anupama managed to jerk her head off his tool which slowly deflated to it normal 7 inches.

With Gangeesh gone for the rest of the session, Navya continued solo. She turned so she sat facing the table and spread her legs wide. One hand went to her clit, the other started to finger fuck Anupama. Now I understood the earlier gasps from the other end of the table and Anupama’s earlier startled exclamation when she started eating Navya from under the table.

You can be lucky and sometimes really lucky and then you can have this. First my planned showing of Gangeesh’s 12-inch log, then the performance by Navya and now this. You have probably googled and seen Keyanna Moore aka Klytoria and her thick 3-inch clit. Natural, not a hormone created bodybuilders clit. You can tell the difference. Well, Navya’s was a slightly smaller carbon copy and she was stroking her wet slippery slug. It was trapped between her first two fingers, standing proud by an inch and a half with its head a paler colour. As she stroked her soaking wet trench she pulled the clit hood pulled back to show the full length of the immense clit.

Her other hand had two fingers, so roughly the size of my cock, in Anupama finger fucking her. Every minute or so Navya would shake and cum. She had lost the plot and was pleasuring herself rather than making Anupama cum. Ruth called 15 minutes and Navya reluctantly left, cum drool leaking from her and still playing with and displaying her swollen clit.

The second draw from the bowl saw Raj and his solid, average looking 22-year-old sister Ira. They like most of the 6 duos that followed showed little variety. The female knelt before Anupama as she sat and tongued her while Anupama sucked cock from the standing male and it was only the time and quantity that caused Anupama to cum 5 times from the 7 duos. That included Isha and his 18-year-old year 12 Catholic school sister Vanya. I had smiled when I pulled out their names, knowing from the last week, that Isha although very quiet and I had thought reserved was extremely kinky and was capable of making the Indian come very hard and often. But my hope to put some life in the contest slumped when Isha, who had consumed too much of my Johnnie Walker black label, lay slumped on the table.

I started to draw out another set of names but the 18-year-old, having ripped off her school uniform was already kneeling before Anupama. She was tiny and thin, completely shaven and her small tiny boobs still had puffy nipples. She placed Anupama’s legs over her shoulders and started licking like she was devouring a tub of ice cream. Her tongue was a blur of motion and then her fingers started attacking her pussy. No one could maintain that pace but when Anupama. came after 4 minutes, the tiny 18-year-old shook violently as she came too but attacked even faster, finally slumping exhausted after her 15 minutes having accounted for 3 of the 5 cums I mentioned before staggering back to her seat. Her cum juice covered face had a smile on it.

With Anupama being the first Indian woman I had been involved with I was now seeing differences between them and the Vietnamese I was familiar with. First their hair. It was darker, thicker, stronger and more glossy thanks to the coconut oil. A definite win for the Indians. Second their jewellery. Heavy dark yellow gold and masses of it. The Vietnamese although also using 24-carat yellow gold use it to display diamonds and jade. The Indian wedding bayan escort season is October and 15 million weddings increase the world price of gold. I saw how that colour compliments their skin tones more so than on the Vietnamese, although the Vietnamese display their diamonds to greater effect.

And then their bodies. Mostly chunkier and thicker than the Vietnamese and although there were exceptions there such as the 46-year-old aunt Sai and her 44D tits, most were relatively small titted for their body size. A win for the Vietnamese petite beauty here but when an Indian had a body such as the prostitute Anvi or Pari, Sabal’s 19-year-old girlfriend there was no comparison. Both of these females were tall with long shapely legs and firm waisted with high mounted firm tits that were proportionately large for their body. No Vietnamese could match those bodies unless they submitted to the surgeon’s knife.

Facially you had the heavily tastefully made flat planned Vietnamese versus the more natural rounded, often double-chinned Indians. Flat versus hooked noses. But again an exception; a top-shelf Indian’s features were superior to Vietnamese, although the average Vietnamese was more attractive than Indian and far more likely to wear sexy clothes. And last, the pubic hair. The Indians were far thicker fuller and while I am no great fan of hairy bushes, it allowed some very creative pussy shaving. I liked Anupama’s 6 in long 2 inch wide thick landing strip but with a large bush, anything was possible. Anyway, I knew I was looking forward to seeing the two races compete in sexfights.

But with only 5 cums from the last 7 duos including Vanya’s 3, it was becoming boring. Ruth pulled out the next names. I ignored them and called out Bharat and his 45-year-old aunt Priya. She was already nude having discarded her belly dancer outfit at the greeting eating. She strutted on her extreme heels to Anupama her fingers already deep in her pussy. She was ready for business and my last hope to get the evening back on track. There was no doubt her horniness was no pretence. Apart from her face which fell in the very good Indian group, I mentioned previously and her 36C 30 38 body which although not 100% taut was for 45 years old quite good. As she passed close to me and Saanvi I could see her kohl enhanced eyes, good makeup, gold nose stud and her nipple and clit rings.

I whispered to Saanvi that she would be last and gave her encouragement and some more information, and noticed her hand was soon resting on my cock stroking it into hardness.

Instead of kneeling before the waiting Indian like the others Priya slid onto the sofa and went into 69. Within 15 seconds Anupama was enthusiastically responding to Priya’s challenge of who would cum first. At 3 minutes Anupama. exploded followed by Priya 5 seconds later. Priya rolled on top of my Accounting partner reached up and around and widened her arse cheeks, stopped eating long enough to scream at Bharat to fuck her arse before returning to her eating of Anupama.

With her nephew kneeling behind her ploughing her arse she tongued Anupama and accepted the same from her. Priya came again followed by Anupama, then Priya as her nephew unloaded in her arse. Suddenly a jet of cum streamed through the air landing just short of the sofa. Then 3 more. It was Nabh while his cousin the 21-year-old Dhriti was swearing at him imploring him to save it for their turn. As you probably all know the world record for the longest distance is Host Schutz 18 feet 9 inches. I always thought he should have been christened Horse Shoots, but Nabh was not much shorter than the world record with his fourth fifth and six efforts.

The night was now on fire and next up was another couple Prajit and his 44-year-old cousin. Anushka had frozen when Anupama had eaten the women under the table, but when finally eaten, the short solid dark-skinned Madurai born Indian had exploded into the quickest orgasm, both exposing and pinching her nipples as she screamed. It wasn’t the same woman who froze before now in front of everyone. She followed Priya’s example went into a mutual 69. Anupama had been going for 140 minutes without break and this time when she came her whole body shuddered.

“My arse,” Anushka screamed and Prajit as per her instructions drilled it home and started fucking his cousin who was 22 years older than him.

When she came Anushka screamed, “Change.”

Prajit pulled out, Anushka rolled Anupama to the top and a willing Prajit slammed his cock into Anupama’s arse. Three more orgasms from Anupama and two from Anushka enable the switch to be made 5 more times before it was Nabh and Dhriti’s chance for fame. Unfortunately, they were still arguing about Nabh’s earlier display and Nabh walked off leaving Dhriti to go alone, which she did but without Vanya’s solo success. The 46-year-old elegant sophisticated Mumbai businesswoman Tanvi and Metab who was renting in a house she owned were maslak escort the second last duo I called out. The real slip of paper for this duo Ruth had pulled out 5 places earlier but I was God. Tanvi had been visiting her property to collect back rent and she had heard Metab unsuccessfully attempting to convince his sister to come and stepped in offering her services as his partner.

Nude, the 46-year-old was very interesting. She was the lightest skinned woman there and the only one without long straight black hair. Hers had a soft perm with a brownish colouring lightening her natural black. Her face showed distinct traits of her Vietnamese mother. While not as tall as the prostitute Anvi or the 19 good looking Pari with their flat muscled bellies and large yet firm tits which sat high on their bodies she was from a similar mould with perhaps better legs. She was nor curvy and soft like the horny exhibitionist Priya, but her quite large tits were far firmer than the majority of women there, whether they were solid, short, large or thin.

Face wise as I said she had Vietnamese traces and her features were leaner and more defined, so overall she was the best package of the 15 women including Anupama who were there. I was interested to see her in action and it was impressive. She too went for the 69 position and dragged 3 long wailing writhing orgasms from Anupama. Metab who had cum quickly in the first round the week before when Anupama pulled the Indian train again came watching this opening so took no further part.

Then she got her fingers into her and I could see from Anupama’s face she had found her G spot. I expected her to drag multiple semi-continuous cums from her but she didn’t. Anupama’s moans and shrieks rose and fell like a police siren and the Indian women, who were novices at pleasuring women were applauding her for hanging on so long fighting orgasm. I knew better. I knew the truth. Tanvi was toying with her. Bringing her close to orgasm then stopping. Rinse and repeat/ Rinse and repeat till the 15 minutes were up and deep down Anupama knew she was being played with.

It left only the oldest Saanvi as I had arranged. She and her son Angard approached Anupama. Saanvi was the oldest there at 52 and was the opposite body shape to Priya. A pinched face and a thin 32 26 32 with long legs on her 5 ft 2-inch 90-pound frame, versus Priya’s attractive faced curvy 36C 30 38. She was a great actress though “accidentally stumbling” over the sports bag I had placed earlier near the sofa and “discovering” the strap on inside. She attached it to herself and Angard presented his cock to the kneeling still very aroused Anupama from the front. Angard fed it in and Anupama took his rod until she had about five inches in her skilled mouth. Her hand gripped his exposed shaft and began jacking him as she began corkscrewing her lips up and down his fuckstick. She hummed around her meaty prisoner. Her fist became a blur, urging him toward a climax. At the top of a suck, she took her mouth off him and used one hand on his sensitive knob.

Suddenly she reared back as Saanvi, unseen behind her, hammered the strap on cock into her doggy style. Luckily her arse was lubed from the previous arse fucking. Saanvi’s hips were thrusting in and out like a piston and one arm reached around to frig Anupama’s clit. Completely aroused from Tanvi’s previous dominating arousal that had gone unnoticed by the women she screamed and her body spasmed as she came. Still fucking her arse with the strap on Saanvi brought 2 more body shaking orgasms from the aroused Indian accountant.

“Fuck her throat my son,” she screamed, and Angard again put his cock in Anupama’s mouth as Saanvi continued her relentless arse fucking. She reached forward, entwined a hand in Anupama’s hair and drove her head forward so all of her son’s cock was embedded fully in her mouth. She kept fucking Anupama’s arse and frigging her clit as Angard moaned and released his load. With her mouth sealed she tried to swallow but still cum flowed from her nose down her cheeks. Angard withdrew spent and Saanvi pulled out sped to replace her son and drove the strap on which was as large as Asgard’s cock fully into Anupama’s throat. Anupama was gagging and retching but Saanvi didn’t fuck her, just left it fully embedded and reached down to resume her fingering of the Indian woman’s clit. Despite the fear of choking Anupama reared and spasmed as Saanvi drew yet another huge orgasm from her. Saanvi continued and as she came again her arms flopped lifelessly, then her body collapsed. Denied of oxygen and semi-unconscious she slid off the strap on.

Again I sent the boys to the bar to spend my money and I got up to address the women. Some men have huge cocks, others chiselled bodies, other men great faces or sex appeal. But I have something better: the ability to speak and make people believe in their dreams. And God am I am good. So good I almost believe the crap I am spouting myself. I should have been a politician but I was too honest. Anyway, I got underway.

First I told them as I consulted the votes that Saanvi and Priya had tied for first, and that Vanya had gained third place with her solo effort. And if you believe that was the true result then I have the Sydney Harbour Bridge to sell you.

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I’m not like most other girls. Alright, I can shop forever, spend hours getting ready to go out, and love my shoes as much as any other girl, but when it comes to sex I’m more like a man. I don’t want a relationship, I don’t want love or to be taken out for dinner, I just want cock. In my pussy, arse or mouth, or preferably all three holes at once, then I want to go home to my own bed, or find another cock. That is after all what men want isn’t it.

I’m not sure why I’m like this, it is partly the physical feeling of a cock inside me, but also a power thing, as however much of a slut I become, I know I am like a drug and nearly every man I have every fucked would love to fuck me again.

I love the feeling of a large thick cock inside me, the pleasure as it stretches me is indescribable. I’m sorry boys, I don’t care what they say in magazines, size does matter. I don’t want a cock that is going to feel like a bit of finger, I want it to feel like a whole fist inside me. Although I must admit a small cock does fit into my arse nicely, so I would never turn one away, just direct it to another opening.

I first discovered my effect on men while I as still at school. I developed at a very early age and used to travel to school on the underground. As all schoolgirls I thought I was the bee knees, pretty, shoulder length blonde hair, and as short a skirt as I could make it by rolling up the waistband as I left school. On starting work I needed to commute on the underground, and my first sexy encounter on the underground wasn’t long in coming.

I was standing in a crowded carriage holding onto the strap above my head. It was summer so my tits were pushed against my white blouse, and my already shortened skirt was riding up a bit. In the crush I felt something brush my thigh nothing unusual in a crowded carriage, until I felt a hand slide round to my bum. I screamed and dashed along the carriage. I made my way home thinking about the mysterious hand, wondering how far he would have got if I hadn’t stopped him. I got so hot thinking about this, I ended up in my bedroom, legs spread wide, fucking myself with the handle of a hairbrush.

It was months later I had the next experience, when I again felt a hand brushing my thigh. I stood very still as the hand moved until it was resting against my bum. My heart began to race as the hand started caressing my bum. God, I felt dirty, but I loved it. I pushed my bum against his hand, and after a brief pause he started caressing me again, his fingers tracing my bum down to the bottom of my mini skirt. His fingers gently touched the inside of my legs just below my skirt. I moved my position slightly, changing my stance so my legs were slightly parted. He needed no more encouragement, his hand shot up my inner thighs until his fingers found my knickers. I felt so excited I was getting damp, a fact he must have noticed on my panties. After teasing me for a few seconds, his finger eased my panties aside, and he slipped a finger into my now dripping wet cunt. I needed more, and lowered my body onto his fingers. I had to see who he was, and turned to look into his face. As I started to turn the hand was gone in an instance. Who was it? There was an elderly man with his back to me, could he have done it from that position? There was a young boy holding a couple of bags, but he would have needed another hand. There was a very attractive lady, was it her? Had I been touched up so delightfully by another female? I was dripping wet, and it was back home to the hairbrush handle for another dose of self pleasure

Whenever I changed jobs I deliberately looked for a job in London so I could travel on the underground. I had several little interludes that I really enjoyed. I started removing my knickers before I left work, and took great pleasure in finding a seat opposite a man, so I could tease him. I went home and played with myself, imagining the men wanking themselves of thinking of me, and that little glimpse they got of my pussy.

One day I was in a crowded train and felt the back of a hand on my thigh, just resting lightly against me. I knew the score by know, he as testing the ground to see if I pulled away. I didn’t, I leant against him to increase the pressure, at the same time turning my whole body to face him, so his hand was now resting against my pussy. I gyrated my lower body even harder against him, so there was no mistaking I was enjoying his attention. His hand turned, and I felt his fingers caressing my pussy. I looked him straight in the face and just mouthed the words “go on.” As the train rocked us together his fingers slipped down the front of my skirt to my bare legs, and traced them upwards. I was still looking into his eyes as his fingers found my pussy, and I could see he was shocked at the fact I had no knickers on. His fingers were deep inside me, and I used the movement of the train to get as much pleasure as possible from him.

As the train came into my station, I eased myself away from him, and gave him a sweet smile. I took the hand that şişli escort had been inside me and lightly kissed his fingertips, tasting myself as I did so. I turned on my heels and left the carriage, anticipating the vibrator sitting in my bedroom cupboard draw, I had progressed from my hairbrush handle.

I walked along the platform feeling very pleased with myself, I loved teasing men and making them lust after me. I was suddenly aware of someone alongside me, pushing me aside. I glanced up to see the man from the train as he propelled me through a door into the men’s toilets, and straight into a cubicle. He didn’t say a word, but span me round and pushed me down onto the toilet seat. Still in silence he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to his feet. In the position I was in his cock, which was rock hard, was inches from my face. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him. His other hand fed his cock into my mouth and started to fuck my mouth hard. There was nothing gentle about him, he just rammed his cock in a far as he could. I started to choke and tried to pull away, but both his hands held the back of my head as he continued to pound me. The whole scenario only lasted a couple of minutes before he shot his load into my mouth. He continued pounding me until very drop of his cum was spent. He grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to wipe his cock clean, before pulling up his trousers and leaving. I was sitting on the seat in the men’s toilet, my skirt had ridden right up showing my pussy, I had cum in my hair and mouth, with some dripping down my chin onto my blouse and bare legs. I felt absolutely amazing, shoving three fingers straight into my sopping wet cunt I started to pleasure myself. The door was briefly pushed open and something was thrown onto the cubicle floor. I picked up two £20 notes. I had just become a whore.

That night I used my vibrator so much, I actually fell asleep with it inside me, waking up in the early hours to use it again. I was truly addicted to sex, and couldn’t get enough. Over the next few months I fucked everybody I could get hold off, and loved it. I got the reputation of a slut at work, the positive side of that was at least once a week one of the men would use me and give me a seeing too. I started dressing like a real tart and going out to pubs, I can’t remember how many times I have been fucked in an alleyway behind a pub, or in the gents toilet. The more I got fucked the more I wanted it. It was like scratching an itch, it just itched more.

I’m not sure when the idea came to me, but I remembered the incident in the toilet. I would become a whore, then I would have men fucking me all day. It seemed the perfect solution. I gave up my job and put a card in a couple of shop windows, offering personal massage services.

It wasn’t quite as good as I had hoped. I visualised all these studs with 8″ cocks queuing up to fuck me, in reality I got everyone from 18 to 80 wanting to visit me.

Some had problems getting hard or had very small cocks, some just wanted a blow job, one man just wanted to talk to me. However, during the course of a day I was getting fucked several times, and some of them were good.

I first tried anal working as a prostitute. A man I had seen a few times asked if he could fuck me up the arse. Now my pussy gets so wet, and so loves a cock inside it, I hadn’t really thought a lot about anal until then. It took a few visits, the first time he bought a load of lubricant and a butt plug. He spent a lot of time licking my pussy until I was panting, then he started tonguing my arse while using his fingers deep inside me. Then lots of lubricant was used, until the plug was right in my arse. It hurt a bit, but I was fine with it, as he was giving my pussy so much attention. When he put his cock in my pussy I thought I was going to explode with pleasure, the butt plug seemed to make him bigger and harder and I screamed at him to fuck me harder and harder. His next visit we did the same, although he bought a larger plug, and it was just as enjoyable. When he phoned for the third date, he asked me to slip the plug in before he arrived, as he intended to fuck my arse. I must admit I was a bit apprehensive, although excited at the same time. He didn’t have the largest cock in the world, but it was about 6″ with a reasonable girth.

As instructed, an hour before his arrival, I lubed up my arse and slipped in the butt plug. He just couldn’t wait when he arrived, he was so excited. Instead of our normal long foreplay, he spent about two minutes licking my cunt before he wanted to fuck me, not that this was a problem, my juices were practically running down my legs. He got me into a doggy position and started fucking my pussy, but it wasn’t long before he removed the butt plug and pulled out of my pussy and I could feel his cock against my arse. He held my hips and pulled me back towards him as he pushed forward. I felt his cock, it felt like there was no way it would go inside me, but he persevered, osmanbey escort and I felt it slip in a little way. He ran some lubricant down my bum crack, and slid his right hand round to play with my pussy. My pussy felt so good, I was in heaven ‘Oh shit’ He had pushed his cock further into me, tears welled up in my eyes and I tried to pull away. He held me firm, but stopped pushing, and let me recover. He must have stretched my arse, because in a short time he again eased into my arse, and this time his cock when into me right up to the hilt. He pulled me tight against him, just gyrating sideways slowly so I could feel his cock moving. Then he started to slowly fuck me, gradually getting faster. He had certainly done this before, as he knew how to give me pleasure. The butt plug was shoved into my cunt, but I was so wet it just slipped out. He pushed it back into me, using his hand to keep it there, while other fingers danced over my clit. I felt him tense, before he shot his cum up my arse. I didn’t want him to stop, I was grinding my arse back against him, I think I was in heaven.

I was sore for a few days, but I knew I would have to do this again, and I was soon offering ‘A’ as a regular service. Often at night I would have a vibrator up my pussy, and a plug up my arse pleasuring myself.

Although I had good days, I still frequently pleasured myself, both during the days and evenings. The problem was it was over too quick. Some men just weren’t any good, but nearly all of them, once they had shot their load couldn’t get out of the door quick enough. The best ones were the few who paid for two hours, because by the time I got them hard for a third fuck, they could really pound my for ages before they came again, but unfortunately these were few and far between.

Another escort who I had befriended once said to me, at least you’re making a lot of money. I told her the money was nice, but I was actually in it for the sex and cock.

She laughed “Perhaps you should fuck a football team.” That night in bed, with my two toys in place, I started to fantasize about fucking a team, or a gang bang, surely that would satisfy my itch. I paid for an advert in a mens magazine. It read:

‘Charly – 22yo pretty blonde wishes to meet groups of men for mutual pleasure. Anything considered’

I waited expectantly for my first gang bang. All I got was phone calls from losers. “Can I just talk to you?” ” Can you arrange the other men?” “I’m so good you won’t need anyone else” etc. I was really getting quite depressed

One evening after about two weeks I received a call from a man who introduced himself as David. He sounded very uncertain, but enquired about my advert. Not wanting to give cheap pleasure to another timewaster, I just said I enjoy the company of groups of men. He really didn’t know what to say, and suddenly blurted out “Will you fuck a rugby team?” I was suddenly interested. He continued “I play in a rugby team in Surbiton, it is the captains 30th birthday, and we are arranging a stag do for him, would you come along and strip etc.”

Now I was getting interested. “I don’t do striptease” I said, “but I would happily fuck all of your brains out”

“How much?” Was the stuttering question after a brief delay. I asked him for more details. He said it was a party at a private house, there would be about 18 men there, mainly between 19 and 35, and they just wanted fun. I was getting hot thinking about it, 18 hard cocks attached to fit young men, this was my dream. I could feel my pussy getting wet. “How Much?” he asked again.

My brain raced, mustn’t appear too cheap or I would appear a loser. I made a decision. “I’ll arrive at 9pm and stop all-night. I will be happy to fuck all night if required, anal is at my discretion, but will be included for some. All penetration is with a condom, although I do love to suck cocks without. I will let them cum in my mouth if they wish, and will happily swallow all they can give me. I will be happy to fuck anywhere in the house, but will require a room of my own, with a shower, that is out of bounds to everyone but me. The cost would be £1500, and I require a £100 deposit.” I blurted out

“That’s fine.” he answered almost immediately. I was obviously a lot cheaper than he expected. He told me later that the team had agreed to go up to £2500 for the right girl.

The night couldn’t come quick enough. I spent hours getting ready, had my hair done, and left the house looking a picture. I had shaved my pussy, which was perfectly smooth. My body is always tanned all over, so I wore no tight, just the briefest pair of red knickers I could find, with a matching bra. I had a red silken dress with a V neck, that just gave a suggestion of breasts showing at the top. With my matching shoes and small clutch bag and even my lipstick, I looked like I was going to a very select venue, not to a gang bang in Surbiton.

The taxi dropped me out side and I nervously walked up to the door. The door opened before I reached escort bayan taksim it. The man standing there was about 6’2″, 15 stone odd, with jet black hair. I couldn’t stop myself thinking I wonder what his cock is like. “Hi, I’m David, you must be Charly” He led me in and took me up to my room. Making small talk all the time, he followed me up the stairs. I exaggerated the roll of my hips as I walked up the stairs, imagining him trying to see up my skirt. He showed me into a bedroom that had an en-suite bathroom. “You are absolutely stunning” he said, and I was glad I had gone to all the trouble. “We have three more men than we arranged, I hope that’s OK, there are 21 of us know. I have charged them a bit extra, £200 each, so I have £2000 for you”. He handed over an envelope stuffed with money. It will be perfectly safe here, we all know each other. He went to the door. Come down when you’re ready he said, and was gone. I went in the bathroom, fluffed up my hair, dabbed some perfume on my breasts and between my legs, and went downstairs.

As I walked into the large lounge you could have heard a pin drop. The patio doors were still open and some of the team were on the patio drinking, but they all shuffled in as they became aware of my entrance. Nobody said a word as they all eyed me up and down, but I could see some of them already had cocks that were getting hard. I decided to break the silence “Hi I’m Charly, who is going to get me a drink?”

Within minutes I had a bottle of Bacardi breezer in my hand, and I was surrounded by a wonderful selection of strong, horny men. I had a mouthful of drink from the bottle, and sucked suggestively as I withdrew it from my mouth. I then rang my tongue up the bottle length. “Has anyone got something like this for me?” I felt a hand caress my bum, and I used my spare hand to find a pair of trousers that were bursting at the front, and ran my hand over the bulge. I was beginning to feel very brave, these men were lusting after me and it may me feel so good. “Who’s the birthday boy?” I asked

A six foot plus, real hunk of a man stepped forward, “That’s me” he urrered. I put both hands around his neck and started kissing him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. I pushed my body hard against him, I could feel his hard cock in his trousers. His two large hands grabbed my bum cheeks and pulled me tighter against him, making the lump in his trousers more obvious. I slid a hand down to the front of his trousers and started to massage his cock.

“I intend to fuck your brains out, but first I want to taste your cock. I brushed past the others and went over to one of the armchairs, still holding the hand of the birthday boy. Sitting in the seat I hooked one leg over each arm, and watched twenty pairs of eyes follow my long legs up to my red knickers, stretch tight over my mound. I slipped one hand into the top of my dress and fingered my breasts, the other hand using the bottle to push my knickers aside and insert the bottle into my pussy.

“Who’s the youngest here”? After a brief discussion a boy stepped forward “I’m 18”

“Cmon boy” I said , “I want your tongue in my cunt and I want birthday boys cock in my mouth.

The youngster happily dropped between my legs and started licking the juices from my cunt. Birthday boy had unzipped his trousers and a massive cock was inches from my mouth. I didn’t need an invite, I wrapped my lips around it sucked like fuck. He didn’t last long, within a couple of minutes he was emptying his cum into my mouth. I did my porn star bit, having watched a few in my time, and worked it onto my tongue before letting it drip out onto my dress and run down my boobs. Another cock took its place and slipped into my mouth. A man came up the other side of me and rubbed his cock against my cheek. Hands were all over the place, as the top of my cum soaked dress was pulled down to my waist. Other hands were trying to undo my bra in vain, he being unable to get to my back as it was being rammed backwards into the cushion by a throbbing cock in my mouth. I managed through a cock filled mouth to say “rip it off”, I had to repeat myself a few times, but eventually he got the message and ripped my bra off me. It may me feel such a slut, but I loved it. It was too much for the man fucking my mouth as he exploded into my mouth and over my face I turned my head to the left and was greeted by yet another cock which slipped straight into me.

I felt hands pick me up like I was a feather, and they carried me over to a large table, and laid me on it with my legs hanging over the edge. I couldn’t see who, but there was no mistaking that a cock was being shoved into me. The next 5 hours were absolute bliss. I don’t know how many times I was fucked, or how much cum I swallowed. I don’t know if they all fucked me, I’m sure some fucked me several times. The highlights, a really hard fuck that lasted about 15 minutes and made me cum several times by an extremely well endowed man, I think I had already swallowed his cum a little earlier, so he had a lot of staying power. My first double entry, up my cunt and arse at the same time, although I should say my first, second, third etc. I lost count as cock was swapped around I’m not sure how many combinations there were. The time I got about 5 faceloads of cum at once, and actually gargled with cum.

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About a month ago my wife and I were at our neighbors for a little get together. There was good food and plenty of liquor, so by the evening every one was feeling nice. My neighbors are a Latin couple in their forties like we are.

There were a lot of sexy women and horny men so, I got a good view of a lot of dirty dancing and flirting. My wife was dressed very sexy but, not overly. She wore a simple lite summer dress, fitted enough to show her sexy shape but, not really tight.

Guys were asking her to dance all night. She told me later that she got a few offers to go upstairs to the more quiet part of the house but declined. This did not stop the guys from getting a feel of her g string “covered” bare ass or pressing up against her to feel her hard nipples rub against them as they dance to Latin music. Most just quickly slid their hands across to feel her soft ass.

This one big, tall, good looking, young guy, was more aggressive, however. He looked to be about 30 years old. He would, out right, grab her entire ass cheeks with his big hands and squeeze. She said she felt embarrassed because a lot of the party goers were from our neighborhood. But every one was drunk, she was feeling nice and was enjoying the huge bulge this young man was rubbing against her.

Like I said, there were a lot of sexy women but my neighbors wife was not to be outdone in her own home. She is a decent looking Latin woman about 5’5″, long straight black hair, light brown complexion. Her lips are nice and full, the type you would love to see wrapped around your cock. She has nice full tits, bigger then my wife’s, and your stereotypical Latin woman wide hips and fat round ass supported by thick thighs and sexy legs.

In her every day normal attire she gets my dick hard but what she wore this night had all the guys damn near pulling out and jerking in public. She had on black leather strap sandals with a gold ankle bracelet with letters that read BITCH three times around. She had on white Daisy Dukes shorts that left all her thick booty meat hanging out. They were so tight they looked painted on. Her camel toe showing pussy was so obvious, it was the open topic of discussion when ever she was in the room. Her yellow tank top with no bra did absolutely nothing to hide her full tits and thick nipples.

My wife caught me staring too many times for me to count. After a while and a few shoots of Puerto Rican rum, I just openly stared with out even checking to see if my wife was watching or not. All the guys söğütlüçeşme escort were.

Bye midnight just about every one had left but about three women, including my wife, and neighbor’s wife and about twelve guys including my neighbor and I. My neighbor was pissy drunk and on the verge of passing out. I played dominoes with three of the guys in the kitchen. The ladies were in the living room with the rest of the drunk men.

Every one was hammered and talking loud. All conversations were sex related. How many partners, favorite positions, to swallow or not to swallow, anal… Yeah, I wanted to just finish the domino game so I can join the fun conversations. From the kitchen I can tell the guys were trying to get in the girl’s panties. Not caring that my wife and our neighbor were married with their husbands present.

With so many people, seating was limited, so the ladies kept playing musical chair taking turns sitting on the different laps of the seven guys in the living room. I thought they would change when ever some one got up to get another drink. What I later found out was that the girls were trying to determine which one of the guys had the biggest dick.

Even though she was sitting her thin dress and thong covered pussy on the hard bulges of these horny men, my wife did pretty good with dismissing all of the guy’s advances. My neighbors wife, how ever, was eating it up. She loved all the attention she was getting.

Her poor husband was, at this point, sitting on a pillow on the floor to the side somewhere. He was so drunk no one payed any attention when he would muster the energy to mumble a few drunken, incoherent words. She, however, was openly getting felt up by the guys as they continue to talk about sex.

From my seat in the kitchen I could see my wife sitting on the guy’s lap, who grabbed her ass earlier. Her mouth was open and eyes glazed over as she looked at my neighbor’s wife getting felt up. Most of the talking stopped as they were feeling and grabbing her ass, tits, opening her legs so they can look at her camel toe. They even started to vertically place their fingers in the crease of her cunt to see if it can be swallowed by her puffy pussy lips.

At this point she was so wet the guys would comment on how moist it made their fingers as they openly sniffed them. The big guy who’s lap my wife was sitting on said “I bet you got some good fucking pussy” to my neighbors wife. He then sultanbeyli escort reach up and felt my wife’s soft tit and started tweeking her nipple. My wife softly gasped and very slowly placed her Hands on his and pulled him off her tits. She quickly turn to see if I was watching and I just smiled at her and blew her a kiss.

My neighbor mumbled one last thing in response to the good pussy comment. That’s when his wife and the fellas decide it was time to put him to bed. Four of them took him upstairs accompanied by his wife. My wife and the other lady stayed in the living room with the other three guys. Even though there now was ample seatting the ladies stayed siting on the guys’ laps.

After a while only whispers and chuckles could be heard coming from the living room. My wife could not sit still. She kept fidgetting twisting and turning. I had no doubt that she was rubbing her pussy on his massive bulge.

I took a break from the game to go up and drain the lizzard from all the drinking but more importantly I wanted to go see why was my neighbor’s wife and the four guys taking so long.

As I walked through the living room my wife said “hey baby” to me. The guy was now laying back on the sofa. My wife, still on his lap, was now also laid back with her back on his chest. Her dress was pulled up past her knees with a lot of thigh flesh exposed.

I just realized how huge this young guy’s hands were as one was sitting on my wife’s exposed thigh near her crotch. He said nothing just looked me in the eye as if daring me to say anything. Guess he thought I was too afraid of him to say anything. No, I was not afraid of him. That shit just turns me on, so I said nothing and headed upstairs.

When I got upstairs I could not have been treated with a better sight. The four guys had my neighbors wife on her bed room floor. She was on her knees between all of them SUCKING THEIR COCKS. Her husband was laying on the bed, half asleep, eyes half open, mumbling his approval or disapproval. I could not make out what he was saying.

WOW! This BITCH really knew how to suck cock. She was slobbering on all four of them like a professional hooker. Her mouth went from one to the next, full circle,round and round. Saliva was dripping from her chin to her shirt covered, bra less tits. It was like she was in a wet t shirt contest.

Every one else started coming up to watch the good married slut go. Two more guys pulled their taşdelen escort dicks out and started jerking. The big guy stood behind my wife. His arms were around her waist with his hands in front by her crotch.

I don’t know what he was saying but, he kept whispering in her ear. Eyes still glazed over mouth still open she kept slowly shaking her head “no” and kept looking over at me. She was clearly rubbing her ass against his huge bulge.

The guys then stripped my neighbors wife. FUCK! I thought her body looked great with cloths on but now totally naked she was a fucking dream. Her pussy was shave bald except a thin strip above her swollen, exposed clit.

They put her on the bed on all fours next to her husband and started sliding their saliva covered cocks into her soak and wet pussy. She started moaning like a fucking SLUT. Her husband reached out and grabbed her hand and she started moaning “oh honey, look what they are doing to me. Oh, baby they are FUCKING ME. Oh baby look at them FUCKING ME!”

I guess the big guy behind my wife got tired of her rejecting him so he stepped in took off his pants and under wear in one stroke and revealed a fucking HUGE THICK,LONG,MEATY COCK,WITH HEAVY BALLS. The look on my wife’s face was priceless. She got all red and started breathing heavy. I thought she would pass out.

He moved the guys out of his way, grabbed his heavy meat, split her pussy lips with the massive head then slid it all the way in balls deep. Then, he started fucking her with deep slow steady strokes. My neighbor started screaming “FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, OH FUCK YEAH! OH, I’M SUCH A, FUCKING WHORE BABY! I’M BEING USED LIKE SUCH A FUCKING WHORE!”

My wife grabbed my hand, led me downstairs, out the back door and into our apartment. We went straight up to our room as she pealed her cloths off along the way. Our apartment is right next to our neighbors. They mirror each other, so their bed room is right up against ours with a common wall between. Our windows are right next to each other so we could hear my neighbors wife get fucked well into the morning hours as we fucked to three orgasms ourselves.

Till this day my neighbor has not mention anything about that night. My wife and his have spoken. She has not told me about what but, I am sure she was telling her how good it felt to be gang fucked. Or maybe she is giving her info on where to find the big dick guy. Still it’s been very quiet around here. A lot of guys know what happened. I am so excited and very afraid that they think my wife was a slut also.

There have always been guys hanging around our neighborhood, listening to music, smoking cigarettes and marijuana. But since that night there has been more then usual. I bet waiting for a chance to plow his wife again. Or maybe even mine. I have my suspicions that she is getting fucked while he is at work but, can not confirm it.

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I was an organizer of junior sports events, mainly because I was interested in organizing. However, it wasn’t long before I realized that there were a lot of very sexy young girls involved in my sport. Initially, of course, I thought I was too old for them. But as time went on and I got to know the girls better, I realized that they were beginning to show interest in me, no longer as an organizer, but as a guy. There were a couple of really lovely 18-year-old girls who always shared together whenever the national group went away to events.

One evening towards the end of the season, I was walking back to my room after a few drinks at the local bar. I knew the youngsters would have been partying for a while, nothing for me. As I started to walk up the stairs to my room, I heard giggling sounds behind me. I didn’t turn round, but just kept walking. When I got to my room, I put the key card in the lock and I was about to open the door when I heard a soft “Hello, Dave.”

Now I did turn round to see who’d been following me. It was those two girls.

“Did you know it’s Kate’s birthday?” asked Jess.

“Actually, yes. I know birthdates for all of you,” I replied. “Happy birthday, Kate.”

“Thank you, Dave,” the now 18-year-old murmured, with a sexy smile.

“We were wondering,” continued Jess, “whether we could come in for a moment?”

She smiled at me with a most disarming smile.

“I guess so, but won’t your coach be annoyed?” I suggested.

“Probably, but only if you tell him,” added Jess.

Kate had already put her hand on the door handle of my room. She now pushed it down and pushed the door open. Jess gently pushed me into the room and quickly closed the door.

“There!” she cried. “No-one saw us. You’re quite safe.”

Kate sat down on the couch, and Jess asked, “Do you have anything to drink?”

“I only drink beer,” I replied, “but if you want a beer..?”

“OK,” they chorused. “Please.”

I şerifali escort got three beers and glasses, poured them and gave the girls their drinks. Jess was still standing in the kitchen part of the room, leaning against the sink. For the first time, I had a chance to see what she was wearing. A very pretty short dress, with a tight top that accentuated her small but obviously firm boobs. And the way she was standing was rather provocative. She smiled as she watched me look her over.

“You know, Dave, on Kate’s 18th birthday, I want to give her a present.”

“That’s normally what friends do,” I smiled.

“But this is such a special day that I’d thought of something extra special,” Jess continued. “You!”

Taken aback, I probably looked amazed – I certainly felt it. Here was an 18-year-old girl who I liked but with whom I had never had any physical or intimate contact, suggesting something naughty for her friend, who had just turned 18.

“And you know I’m 18 tomorrow?” asked Jess.

“Uh huh,” I replied, beginning to think that this was leading into highly charged sexual territory.

The two girls had celebrated their almost joint birthdays last year in another hotel by having a silly drunken party which I had to break up before anyone got hurt.

“OK, Kate. You can start now. I’m sure Dave will be only too happy to help.”

Kate stood up and to my utter surprise, began to undress. Not that she was wearing much, just a little dress, similar to Jess’. While she was pulling the dress slowly over her head, I saw a little pair of panties at her waist, but nothing else. She dropped her dress to the floor and stood there, almost covering her little boobs with her hands.

“Let him look at you, Kate!” ordered Jess, gently.

Kate dropped her arms and stood so innocently almost naked in front of me.

“You are very beautiful, Kate,” I said softly, my şile escort cock already solidly erect inside my clothes.

“Come on, Kate, take off the rest!” commanded her friend.

“You don’t have to,” I said, warning her with my eyes.

“But I want to,” Kate murmured, “For you!”

Slowly she moved her hands to her hips and pushed down her panties. The gusset clung to her pussy briefly, such a beautiful shaven teen pussy, and a sure sign she was already wet and aroused. My cock throbbed at this gorgeous sight.

“Get your cock out!” ordered Jess, in a firm voice.

I couldn’t believe that such a young girl thought she had control of me, but I was so horny now that I was willing to play along.

“Kate’s not seen a hard one yet,” giggled Jess, looking down at the large bulge in my trousers.

With both girls looking at me so intently, I slowly unzipped and then unfastened my trousers. I carefully pushed them down my legs until they piled on the floor at my feet. The gasps from both girls told me they’d seen the big bulge of my hard cock inside my briefs.

“He’s big,” cried Jess, with a big grin. “Go on, Dave. show us!”

I slowly lifted the waistband of my briefs and pulled it up and away from my throbbing cock. I finally pushed my briefs down and Kate almost squealed with pleasure as my big cock came into view.

“It’s gorgeous,” cooed Jess, moving involuntarily towards me. But she stopped herself.

“Go on, Kate,” she urged. “Touch it!”

The now completely naked 18-year-old moved the two steps towards me and gingerly reached out her hand. I made my cock twitch by pulling up my muscles and her hand missed on the first attempt. As she moved back again, my cock literally fell into her small hand as I couldn’t hold my muscles taut any longer. I think she was so surprised that her fingers unconsciously closed around my shaft. I was now feeling like I was suadiye escort in heaven – a delicious teen holding onto my hard and throbbing cock – mmmmmmmmmmmm.

“What do I do now?” pleaded Kate to her friend.

“I expect Dave would love it if you would suck his cock for him…” Jess looked at me with a smirk.

“Uh huh,” I replied to the unanswered question.

“I’ve not done that before,” protested Kate, her hand still grasping my cock shaft.

“You’ve watched me do it – to that Christoph guy!” cried Jess. “Go on!”

Kate slowly knelt down in front of me, looking a little scared, but she didn’t let go of my cock.

“It’s so hard, yet so soft,” she murmured, moving her face close to the head of my cock. “It’s so big. It won’t fit in my mouth!”

“It’ll fit, I’m sure,” urged Jess.

Kate opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She touched the tip of my cock, where my pre-cum was already leaking out.

“It’s so salty!” she exclaimed, but then her tongue ran around the head and back to the tip.

She grinned at her friend, “That’s what you did to the guy!”

“Uh huh,” agreed Jess and I couldn’t believe it as she sat on the bar stool and slipped one hand up her dress, all the while watching her friend’s first attempts at sucking cock.

Kate’s tongue had now explored all around my cock head and she was really going to try to suck my big cock inside her small mouth. I steeled myself for the scrape of her teeth along my sensitive skin, but there was no pain. Somehow, she managed to open her mouth wide enough to let the large head of my cock inside. She closed her lips around my shaft and her tongue began to play on the head. Heaven was my next destination! Such an innocent young girl she was, but soon Kate got the idea and began to pull my cock deeper inside her mouth. In fact, in almost no time, I could feel the head touching the back of her throat. Kate almost gagged.

“That’s too deep!” she cried pulling off my cock.

“You’ll enjoy it later on!” grinned Jess, her panties now halfway down her legs and her hand firmly pushed between her spread thighs.

Kate pushed her mouth back over my cock and started to let me gently thrust in and out. This was doing incredible things to me and I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last.

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I had some difficulty getting hotel reservations. This was back in the Dark Ages of the 1980s, in the days before cell phones and the Internet, so I had to do things the old-fashioned way. I went to a AAA office and paid for a membership. In addition to roadside assistance, they provided members with maps and travel guides. So, I grabbed a thick book that contained information on all the major towns and cities of North and South Carolina, including restaurants, hotels, and places of interest.

I located the section on Myrtle Beach. There was a map pinpointing all of the hotels near the Pavillion and up and down the strand. I started calling them one-by-one. Since I wanted to make a good impression on Connie, I insisted on getting an ocean-front room. I was excited about having a view of the ocean and sitting outside to watch the sun come up over the Atlantic. I’d never been in a position financially to afford such a luxury. Unfortunately, none of the hotels near the center of Myrtle Beach had any rooms, let alone ones with a view.

I extended my search in both directions along the coast. Finally, I hit paydirt. The Polynesian Resort at 10th Avenue South had ocean-front rooms at reasonable rates. It sounded fantastic. I mean, after all, it was the Polynesian RESORT, not Polynesian Motel. So, I booked a mini-suite, called a Deluxe Efficiency, that had a full kitchen and a living room. I figured that way we could cook if we wanted to. Best of all, it was on the top floor.

I booked the room to arrive on Tuesday.

I made sure there were adjoining rooms and asked if I could reserve the next door for my roommate. They allowed it but said Mike would have to call within 24-hours to book. If he didn’t, they would release the room, and someone else might get it. So, I immediately gave Mike the information.

“Here you go,” I told him. “You need to call this number within 24-hours and book your room if you want to have the adjoining suite next to us. If you don’t, someone else may get the room.”

Mike took my notes and assured me he’d call right away. I then left to take Connie to Crabtree Valley Mall to look for new bikinis and other beach-appropriate clothes. When we arrived back home, Mike was gone.

Connie took the bags of new stuff into my bedroom, and I sat in the living room, sipping on a Bartles and Jaymes. Five minutes later, she came out wearing her new pink bikini, with a matching neon pink Panama Jack muscle shirt on over the top. I had on a matching white one. Muscle shirts were all the rage at the time. They were just t-shirts without sleeves and with slits cut from the armpits down to the hips so your muscles would show through. Allegedly, people wore them at Health Clubs, which I detested only slightly less than singles bars. Wham and Def Leppard had made muscle shirts famous.

She had her long, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore a pair of mirror-lense sunglasses we’d picked up at the Sunglasses Hut. Her complexion had a natural tan appearance, but she’d been laying out a lot lately and had a bit of a bronzed tint that made her look super sexy against the pink.

The bottoms of the bikini could be seen beneath the muscle shirt, covering about half of her ass cheeks, and forming a little triangle in front that didn’t entirely cover her bush, giving her a distinctive camel-toe. Connie had very thick pussy lips, which only made her camel-toe more pronounced.

“How do I look?” she asked as she spun around tantalizingly.

“Turn around and bend over and let me see your ass,” I replied. Connie gave me a funny look, then turned away and bent over at about a 45-degree angle. As she did, her ass spread out wide, and the pink fabric stretched, then slid together into her crack, leaving most of her ass cheeks exposed.

“Well?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

“You look hot!” I said.

Connie smiled, straightened up, and faced me. “You have to say that, you’re my boyfriend,” she said, then looked past me into the kitchen. “What do you think, Mike?”

“I’d fuck you,” he said, startling me. I didn’t know he’d snuck in. But, there he was, standing at the bar, sipping a Coors Light.

Connie blushed but grinned.

“When did you get home?” I asked, looking perturbed.

“I never left,” Mike replied. “I was out on my patio, smoking a doobie. Do you guys want a toke? I can fire it up.”

“No, that’s ok,” I replied, speaking for both of us. I got up and took Connie by the hand and led her back into my room, closing the door.

“You may want to trim your pubes, baby,” I told her. “They’re sticking out the sides.”

“Yeah, I plan on doing that tonight when I shower,” she said, blushing. “Do you think Mike noticed?”

“No, I doubt it,” I said, reassuring her. “Have you ever thought about shaving it all off?”

“No way!” Connie replied. “Nobody does that!”

“I don’t know,” I said, “I hear it’s trendy in Brazil and Hawaii. I even saw some girls in pornos shaved down there.”

“You’re kidding, right?” She asked, not believing me. fenerbahçe escort “I can understand trimming it when you wear a bikini, but shaving it all off? Who would want to look like a twelve-year-old?”

“I don’t know, it’s kind of sexy to be able to see everything,” I countered. “Plus, I hate getting your hairs stuck in my throat.”

“Then don’t put your mouth down there, and you won’t have to worry about that,” Connie argued.

“No way,” I said, pulling her onto the bed. “You know how much I love licking your pussy.”

“You’re a pervert,” she said playfully.

“You don’t say that when you’re busy grinding your pussy on my mouth and cumming hard,” I said, teasing her.

She jumped up from the bed and snapped at me, “I told you not to talk about sex stuff like that! I don’t want to hear about it!”

“Oh, come on, Connie,” I said. “It’s ok to talk about sex. How will we know how to make each other happy if we can’t talk about it?”

“I don’t want to talk about it!” She snapped.

“So, you don’t mind doing it,” I replied. “You just don’t want to talk about it?”

“If you keep talking about it, I’m not going to let you do it anymore.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”

“No, you’re the weirdo,” she said, pointing at me. “You’re the one always wanting to be dirty. I told you, I don’t want to do nothing until we get married.”

“There’s nothing wrong with sex,” I said, trying to soothe her.

“Sex is a sin!” She snapped. “I have to go to confession and tell my priest what you make me do!”

Her accent was coming out. That happened when she got mad.

“Ok, ok!” I said, giving in. “I won’t talk about sex anymore.”

“And don’t ever ask me to shave down there again! It’s disgusting. I’m not a puta! You want a puta, go down to Six Forks Road. They hang out on the corners.”

“Sorry!” I said, trying to pull her back into a hug. She pushed me away.

“I’m going home,” she said. “I think maybe you need to think about your perverted ways and try to ask Jesus to forgive you.” She pulled on her jeans and grabbed all her stuff, then stormed out of the condo.

I came back out to find Mike drinking my last Bartles and Jaymes. “These things aren’t bad,” he said.

“That was the last one!” I snapped.

“Sorry, bro,” he replied. “You can grab one of my beers.”

I opened the refrigerator. There weren’t any beers.

“They’re all gone!”

“Oh, shit, sorry, dude.”

“Did you call the Polynesian and book the room next to us?” I asked as I grabbed my keys to make a run to Krogers and get more wine coolers, some Doritos, and a big container of queso cheese dip.

“Yeah, I took care of it,” Mike replied. “We’re all set.”

Chapter 3

Connie and I arrived at the hotel around lunchtime. I didn’t think we would be able to check-in so early but stopped by the hotel just to chance it. We were in luck, and the room was available. Unfortunately, the hotel wasn’t all that fancy. It looked like an old cinder block construction from back in the 1950s or 60s. It was one level above run-down, but the fresh coat of blue-gray paint helped, even though it looked like they just painted over everything without any prep. It wouldn’t have surprised me to find cockroaches painted onto the walls. However, it did have a small bar on the first floor and served drinks poolside.

We grabbed our bags out of the Porsche and took the elevator up to the twelfth floor. The suite turned out to be just a slightly larger room with a sleeper sofa, a single chair, and a small kitchenette in the back. The kitchen had a full-sized refrigerator, stove, oven, and microwave. There was also a blender for making frozen cocktails.

The balcony was large and held four chairs and two side tables. Thankfully, the terrace faced directly out over the ocean and the beachside pool. We decided to head down and check out the pool, beach, and bar, then go for a walk around the neighborhood to see what was nearby. We were both hungry, so we would grab lunch while out. Neither of us wanted to wait around for Mike and Jackie to arrive. We would see them when we saw them.

Connie was wearing the pink bikini and muscle shirt again, and added a very short pair of cutoff levis and flip flops, or, as we called them back then, thongs. We splashed on some Hawaiian Tropics Dark Tanning Oil, that smelled of coconuts and pineapple, and provided 0 SPF. I’m not sure if we even knew what SPF were back then. As we headed to the elevator, an older man was unlocking the door next to us.

I curiously watched as he went into the room that adjoined ours.

“Hmmm,” I said. “I hope that guy is checking out today.”

“Why?” Connie asked, taking my hand as we waited for the elevator.

“Because, that’s the room Mike and Jackie booked,” I explained. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my gut as we got in the elevator.

“We have plenty of room in our suite,” Connie stated. “If something’s wrong with the reservation, riva escort they can stay with us.”

“Uh, no,” I said flatly. I planned on having sex with Connie during this trip, in some form, and didn’t want anybody to cockblock me.

The pool was small and rectangular, with a separate built-in hot tub that looked to seat maybe ten people. There were about twenty people around and in the pool, with about half the loungers taken. At the far end of the patio, there was a small bandstand. A steel drum band was playing some reggae tunes. Next to the bandstand was a small, walk-up Tiki bar.

We sat at the bar and ordered Pina Coladas, which came in pretty, decorative glasses with colorful umbrellas, a hibiscus blossom, and tropical fruit. The drinks were delicious, and we finished them quickly before walking down the stairs to the beach. It must have been close to low tide as the waves were far out, leaving a wide expanse of and for walking on. Unlike the beaches in North Carolina, there weren’t any barrier sand dunes here; the hotel was right on the beach.

The first hundred yards or so was loose white sand that was scorching hot on my bare feet. I’d mistakenly left my flip-flops upstairs, so I had to hot-foot it across the sand. Once you reached the smooth sand, it was cooler to the touch, and I could walk comfortably. Connie and I walked out into the ocean and waded in up to our thighs.

I tried to pull her in, but she didn’t want to get her shorts wet. The waves were very gentle. We could see bigger ones out farther, but they seemed to die down by the time they reached us. We walked along, hand-in-hand enjoying the natural beauty and the quiet. I was falling for her, but at the same time, I was very cautious. My previous relationship had ended very badly, and I wasn’t ready to commit again so soon.

I tugged on Connie’s hand and pulled her to me. I kissed her passionately, and she didn’t resist. She seemed to melt into my embrace, and our tongues caressed each other lovingly for some time. When I finally pulled away, she was out of breath and smiled.

“I like how you kiss me,” she said.

“I like kissing you,” I replied.

“When other guys kiss me, I can tell,” she explained, “they only do it to try to get to the next level. When you kiss me, I can feel your heart, and it makes me trust you more and more.”

That would have been the perfect time to tell her I loved her. Instead, I said, “I want you to trust me.”

She hugged me, and over the sound of the ocean, I heard her speaking, almost in a whisper, “Then, don’t break my heart.”

We walked north along the beach, passing hotel after hotel, the occasional house, and a pier until we came upon a beachfront bar. We went in and grabbed a table by the railing. We had lunch and a couple of drinks each.

After lunch, we stopped into a souvenir shop, and I bought her a Myrtle Beach snow globe, and a rubber beer cover for me shaped like a buxom girl in a bikini. After eating, we went inland, and I realized we’d reached the Pavillion.

“Have you ever been here?” I asked.

“No, this is my first time to go to the ocean,” she explained.

“No, kidding?” I asked. “Ever?”

“Yeah, my parents never took us,” she explained.

“Wow! Well, we should celebrate!” I declared.

So, we spent the next couple of hours riding rides and acting like kids. We got some French fries and an Orange Julius. Fortunately, these were herpes-free, and we didn’t run into anyone I knew. It was getting late in the afternoon, so we headed back to the hotel. I hadn’t realized just how far it was, and the walk back to the Polynesian seemed to take three times as long as the walk down. By the time we arrived, we were both tired.

We went up to the room, and there was no sign of Mike and Jackie. I opened the adjoining door only to find another door on the other side. I guess that made sense, but I’d never used adjoining doors before. I knocked on the inner door. I could hear someone moving around inside.

I knocked again, and the door opened. The older man from earlier was standing there, naked with his boner sticking out. A woman, who I assumed was his wife, was naked on the bed, legs spread as if he had just been fucking her.

“Yeah?” he asked. “What do you want?”

He eyed me then saw Connie and stared lustfully at her. He made no effort to conceal his nudity.

“You two want to join us?” he asked.

Connie shrieked and ran to the bathroom.

“Uh, sorry to bother you,” I stammered. “My friends are supposed to be staying in that room today.”

“No, we have this room booked for the next ten days,” the man said.

“Oh,” I replied. As I stood there, the woman on the bed smiled at me and started rubbing her pussy. “Uh, sorry to interrupt.”

I closed the door and locked it securely. I found Connie in the bathroom, and we stared at each other in shock then started laughing uncontrollably. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She didn’t samandıra escort resist.

I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I laid down next to her and started kissing my way down her body. Connie moaned and ran her hands through my hair. When my mouth reached her breasts, she inhaled deeply and raised her breasts, offering them to me. I pulled the t-shirt up and kissed the exposed portions of her firm mounds. She moaned and reached over to rub my cock through my board shorts. I was already fully erect.

I grabbed the bikini top and raised it until her breasts popped free. I immediately wrapped my lips around a nipple and began to suck on it, running my tongue all around the hard little tip. She grabbed my hair in her hands and pulled my head to her chest. I sucked harder, drawing more of the meaty boob into my mouth. My free hand traced down her body, the fingertips lightly brushing the skin on her belly.

When my fingers reached her bikini bottoms, I expected her to grab my wrist and pull my hand away, but she didn’t. Instead, she spread her legs and moaned louder. I took it as an open invitation and rubbed my hand over her mound, feeling her pussy through the pink cloth. Her swollen labia created a crease that was damp in the middle. I slid my finger up and down in the gap, then felt the hard little nub at the top and rubbed it.

Connie’s hips jumped, and she started to undo my shorts, ripping the velcro fastener open and pulling out my cock. She stroked it rapidly as I kissed down her body, lying next to her. I rubbed my face against her crotch, and she cried out, her body trembling. I felt her mouth close down around my cock as she hungrily sucked it. Connie rarely sucked me without me asking for it, so I was genuinely being blown away.

I pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and stared, in shock, at a nearly wholly shaved pussy. There was a small, narrow strip of very short hair just above her clit, about an inch wide and three inches tall. I kissed her pussy lips and mouthed at them with my lips, sucking one into my mouth to massage. Connie sucked me deeply and made a deep, groaning sound.

I slid my tongue out and licked her clit. Her hips jumped, and she whimpered, my cock still in her mouth. She was sucking me so aggressively that I was afraid I couldn’t last long. I sucked on her clit and began lapping at it rapidly, determined to get her off first. It distracted her, and she stopped moving her mouth, hips thrusting wildly into my face.

Just then, there came a series of three loud bangs on the front door to our room. I tried to ignore them. Connie was so close to cumming.

Again, three more bangs.

Fuck.

Three more bangs sounded out, even louder, and I jumped up from the bed, shoved my cock back in my shorts and ran to the door, throwing it open.

“What?” I shouted.

Mike and Jackie stood there, surrounded by their luggage.

“Blob, heh-heh-heh,” said Mike with a strange grin on his face. “We have a problem.”

“Problem?” I asked, trying to bend over so that my boner wasn’t so obvious. I heard Connie approaching from behind.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“We don’t have a room!” Jackie shouted. “They bumped us!”

“They what?” I asked. I stood there, not believing what I was hearing.

Connie pushed me aside, “Come in! Come in! We can talk in here. Now, what’s going on?”

Mike and Jackie picked up their luggage and walked past me into the suite.

“Woah, nice digs, dude,” Mike called out.

“So, when we got here, they said they didn’t have a record of our reservation,” Jackie explained. “It showed where you had originally reserved the room, but they tried to say Mike never actually booked the room.”

I felt my anger starting to rise. “Well, did you book the room, Mike?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, as he opened the fridge and found the beers I’d brought. He grabbed one, opened it, and took a big swig. I was staring daggers into him.

“What?” he asked. “Oh, want a beer, anybody?” When nobody wanted one, he closed the refrigerator and plopped down on the bed on which Connie and I had just been making out.

“So? What happened?” I demanded.

“Well,” Mike said, “I did what you told me, Bob. I called and booked the room. But, when we got here, they said they had no record of it.”

“Did you give them the confirmation number?”

“What confirmation number?”

“The one they gave you when you booked the room?”

“Oh, uh, no,” Mike said, his smile cracking. “I forgot to write it down.”

“Did you really book the room?” I was getting increasingly pissed.

“Yeah, of course,” he said. “Somebody screwed up. You must have given me the wrong information.”

“Wait,” I shouted. “Are you blaming me?”

“Well, you are the one who booked the rooms, to begin with,” he said.

I looked at Connie and Jackie, but they were of no help.

“You seriously are trying to make this my fault?”

Mike shrugged and raised his eyebrows as if to say, “Duh.”

“So, what are we going to do?” Jackie asked rhetorically.

“You need to go find another hotel with rooms available,” I suggested. “You should hurry, though, it’s getting late, and most places along the beach are already booked up, maybe if you go off the beach a block or two. I think I saw some vacancy signs while we were walking back from the Pavillion.”

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After I “confirmed” (two months after the actual insemination) that I was pregnant all sex between hubby and I ceased; no blowjobs, no fucking, no kissing… nothing. It even got to the point that I told him if he touched me I’d do a Bobbitt on his puny little dick.

Mike, Jim, Kathy, and I continued to see each other, sometimes as a group and sometimes as separate couples. Kathy decided to have her tubes tied at delivery so she could play all she wanted without pesky pregnancies getting in the way. I got fitted for a diaphragm, since I wanted more kids. Feelings between Jim and I continued to grow and we found ourselves madly in love with each other, and hot to trot to make another baby. Since hubby was now pussy-less, at least from my pussy, getting pregnant again presented a problem, or at least a situation requiring action on my part.

Jim got me a really good attorney and she took hubby to the cleaners. I got the house, alimony, and child support for Jim’s daughter. Hubby got the house payments, his clothes, and not much else.

One Friday in the Fall I got a call from Jim. He asked me about going away for a trip to the mountains the following weekend, and said he had talked to Kathy and she was glad to keep little Kathy. I said, “sure, but you know it’s supposed to snow up there and I’ll be ovulating so we’ll have to use the trampoline,” as he called it.

The next weekend we packed for the trip, with Jim insisting on packing Kathy’s bag, and dropped little Kathy off with her Aunt Kathy. It was an unspoken agreement between the four of us that we would look after the kids as necessary, so she knew I’d gladly repay the favor any time. As we were leaving Kathy mumbled something about coming back with a bun in the oven but I assured her that the sperm would hit a roadblock. She chuckled and winked.

Jim had rented a romantic log cabin in North Carolina, in the Great Smokey Mountains, with no phone, no cell access, no Internet, and a real wood burning fireplace. The only communication with the outside world was a pay phone at the camp office in case of emergencies. Our cabin was called “The Romancer” and it lived up to its namesake! Oh, and there was a red heart shaped tub for two… not exactly designed for bathing, if you know what I mean. The other cabins were far enough away to afford privacy, even during the loudest screaming orgasm.

We got everything carried in and unpacked fairly quickly and Jim built a roaring, toasty fire. It was almost sundown and it was about a 45-minute drive back to town so we hopped in the car and headed to dinner and to pick up supplies so we could cook our own meals in case we got snowed in or otherwise got “busy.” We ate at a very romantic little Italian restaurant, lit with only candle light and the moon shining through the window. After we ate we made the grocery store run and headed back to the cabin.

As soon as we closed the door behind us we were tearing each other’s clothes off. We kissed and fondled, teasing cevizli escort each other like high school lovers, as we made our way to the bed. The only light in the cabin was from the fire, so the subdued, romantic light danced around the walls as the burning wood crackled.

My post baby tits were now full C cups and still leaking milk, Jim’s favorite flavor! He began sucking on my nipples and caused a sudden gush of milk from my nipple and stringy white ovulation time mucus from my pussy. Our hands were all over each other and he worked his way down from my titties to my stomach and on to my pussy. He licked me good then took my clit in his mouth and sucked on it until I creamed his face.

When he entered me I was in the reverse cowgirl position leaning forward toward his ankles. I reached back and played with his balls and rubbed my fingers on either side of his cock as he stroked into me. We kept up a steady, but not real fast pace; we were making love, not just fucking, and wanted it to last as long as possible.

After a while I got off and turned around to regular cowgirl so I could see and touch his face and he could squeeze milk onto his chest. Did I mention that he loved my milky tits? We began to speed up a bit and he started thrusting deeper. We stayed in that position for a good while. I switched back to reverse cowgirl to finish. His cock being as long as it was I was able to lay down with my back flat on his chest and rotate my hips and wiggle my pussy as he was still stroking deep but slow into me and massaging my tits. The feeling of getting a tender breast massage while making love was indescribable. He reached around my hips and rubbed my clit slowly and softly. That did it! My whole body tensed and I launched into a powerful orgasm. It’s amazing how being in love can intensify orgasms and make them not only more pleasurable, but also more meaningful.

My clit became so sensitive that I had to move his hand. He growled his displeasure, but he understood and went back to massaging my breasts with both hands. That, of course, triggered another orgasm; not as intense as the first but deeper and longer lasting.

After what seemed like hours I felt his cock swell and start jerking. I reached down and rubbed the underside of his shaft and that did it. He blew at least a cup of cum into my still tight hungry snatch. We kept up our passionate love making for most of the night, but it wasn’t until the third or fourth time he cummed in me that I realized I didn’t have my diaphragm in. The damage already done, we didn’t bother with it for the rest of the weekend, and I have to admit that it felt wonderful having strong ropes of cum shot straight onto my cervix again; I had almost forgotten what a thrill it was and how exciting pregnancy risk sex was. I never thought to look for it so I never knew it was missing. We had cabin fever that night, and I certainly got a creampie to remember, in more çamlıca escort ways than one!

After a night of romantic, passionate love making we decided to sleep in and awoke mid-morning to light snowfall creating a beautiful white blanket over everything outside, truly a winter wonderland! On the inside, however, the fire had gone out and it was cold as a witches’ tit in a brass bra. With thick blankets pulled over us we made love and put his morning boner to good use, after which we made a mad scurry to get the stove going for coffee and get the fire started again in the fireplace.

We got our caffeine fix and decided to chance it and go out to see the sights. We stopped in the small town where we’d eaten supper the night before and made the rounds of all the little tourist trap shops. It was amazing how friendly the people were, even if they did talk slow and have funny accents.

The snow had stopped falling, at least for a while, so we decided to make the fairly short trip to Ashville and take the Vanderbilt mansion tour. It was so amazing, almost like reliving all that rich history.

The whole time we were on the tour we kept stealing kisses and copping feels every chance we got. By the time the tour was over I was sopping wet and horny as hell. We found a little out of the way place that was deserted and headed to the back seat to take care of business. It was cold out so we didn’t bother stripping completely. I just pulled my pants down enough to give Jim access to my now trimmed but still full bush and, more importantly, my dripping wet hot pussy. He pulled his cock and balls out and was hard as a steel bar; no foreplay was needed as we were both beyond ready, so he entered me as quickly as he could. The Kegel exercises I had been doing had my pussy muscles back to pre-baby shape and as tight as before, so it took about four strokes to get all the way in and put the baby maker slit on his cock head right at my cervix. We both lunged at each other hard and fast. It didn’t take very long, maybe fifteen minutes, until I had hit my third orgasm and he let out a loud groan and fired all his seed into me.

After we got dressed, and with my now soaked panties back on, we decided to grab some dinner. Being a little naughty, I suggested that we eat at the local Hooters. We feasted on their famous wings and beer before making the trip back to our love nest. It had started snowing again, much harder this time, and the temperature was dropping so we hurried as fast as we could lest we end up marooned.

When we got back to the cabin we were both exhausted so we made some hot chocolate, laced with rum, and turned in. In the early morning hours, we stoked the fire since we’d learned our lesson about letting it go out and made love twice and drifted back off to sleep. I was awaked to a dull pinching that I knew was a sign of an egg being released by an ovary. This time the pinching was on both sides, though, çakmak escort which I thought strange but never considered that I was ovulating from both ovaries at the same time.

After a wonderful, passionate, relaxing weekend we headed back home and picked LK (little Kathy) up from Kathy’s house, spoiled by her aunt as usual! Kathy pulled me aside and asked how our trip was and asked me if we had worn a hole in my diaphragm. I thought that an odd question, but told her I had forgotten to pack it. She broke out laughing so hard she nearly fell down. When I asked her what was so damned funny, she pulled it and the spermicidal jelly out of LK’s bag and told me about the conspiracy to get me pregnant. A few days later I experienced a little spotting for a short time which I correctly guessed was implantation bleeding. I was PREGNANT! YIPPEE!

I wasn’t really mad at all, though I pretended to be, when I found out that Jim, Kathy, and Mike had conspired to “steal” my diaphragm and leave it at Kathy’s house. Even more sinister, they had plotted my cycle ever since I gave birth and planned this trip right during my fertile time. All three of those characters wanted me pregnant again! I would never admit it to them but I had an idea what they were up to and went along with it since I really wanted very badly to be pregnant again, this time with no doubt that it was Jim’s.

There’s an old myth that a woman can’t get pregnant as long as she’s nursing. As the myth goes, ovulation is suppressed by the hormones that cause breasts to form milk. We certainly disproved that myth! After the wonderful trip to the mountains we didn’t bother with any birth control since we pretty much knew I was already pregnant. As it turned out, the dull pinching I felt in both of my ovaries on the last day of the trip was, indeed, a sign that I was releasing two eggs, not just one. I missed my period and we were all delighted, especially Kathy.

I enjoyed being pregnant and growing even larger than the first time since I was carrying twins. Me being pregnant turned Jim and Mike on as well and they kept me full of cum almost the entire nine months. July rolled around and I went in labor on the evening of the third. The real 4th fireworks came the next day when I delivered Jim Junior first, followed several minutes later by beautiful Penny. We named her after Penny on The Big Bang Theory TV show.

After I got out of recovery and back into my private room the gang was all waiting for me and seemed a bit more giddy than I would have expected. Jim provided the additional fireworks for the day when he pulled out the largest engagement ring I had ever seen and proposed. It too me about one nanosecond to say YES!

Mike spoke up and groused that he was losing some good pussy, but Jim said we could fuck all we want as long as he knew about it, and we didn’t do it when I was getting pregnant again. The last part of that made me nearly orgasm on the spot. I couldn’t wait to get Jim’s huge cock in me spraying sperm into my womb again.

We decided to wait until after we were married to open the baby factory again. We planned a Fall wedding at a romantic Tennessee wedding chapel. We also booked honeymoon reservations at the same cabin, except this time all four of us plus the four kids were there. Let’s just say a good time was had by all!

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Cat enjoys a gang bang.

“Welcome to your fantasy Catherine” Ken said as holding her hand he led her down the stairs to the basement which was set up us a relaxation room and gym.

She had only been there once when he had shown her round the house on her initial visit.

Cat a forty four year old married woman had been visiting Ken a divorced fifty year old lecturer and avid amateur dramatics participant for nearly six months. He lived in a beautiful Georgian house in Camden Town in north London, she in a rambling, huge, six bedroom Victorian pile on the outskirts of St Albans some fifteen or so miles north of London. He loved his house, she hated hers.

They had met when Cat had joined a mature student’s class in psychology at a college in Islington. They got on very well and she thoroughly enjoyed his lectures and studying. He flirted with all the ‘older’ female students, particularly Cat, but then she was attractive, with a full breasted figure and beautiful, shoulder-length ash blonde hair. As the course progressed so he and Cat chatted after class, they went for a coffee in the colleges’ cafeteria, then a drink in a pub. That led to a dinner and then an invitation to his home ostensibly to look at some old books, a love of which they both shared. In reality they both knew that wasn’t the real reason for her visit just before Christmas. The real reason was to have sex. And they had very satisfying sex. So much so that it became an almost weekly event either before or after her lecture.

They tended to do it in one of the small bedrooms on the top floor of the four storey Georgian house. “Hot air rises,” he explained. Occasionally, they would have it in the main bedroom, which Ken had shared with his wife before they parted, but that was only on warmer nights. Cat had taken to bringing a dressing gown with her for after sex they would talk for ages and the house was freezing. And their sex sessions did last a long time. This wasn’t due to his stamina or recovery powers for like most men his age neither were that impressive and certainly not to the level of those Cat had enjoyed on her last fling, which was with a young golf pro. They lasted so long because they both enjoyed and indulged in long foreplay. That could sometimes go on for up to two hours with Ken giving her numerous finger and tongue induced orgasms, but with him not cumming at all.

“I’m a strictly once a time lover” he’d told her. After perhaps her third or fourth climax they would fuck and he would cum and then they would lie in bed talking. And that’s when she needed the short, red silk, dressing gown.

The basement had a pool table, dart board, a fruit machine and juke box. There was a running machine, a few weights and other gym paraphernalia. In the middle of the room there was a training mat. That was about eight feet square and was raised off the floor by about eight inches forming a small stage sort of thing. The room was dimly lit, with two spots that, for some reason, were beamed onto ‘the stage.”

Cat was wearing the shorty, dressing gown. It has a tie round the waist, no buttons and the hem was mid-thigh. She was naked underneath it. She hadn’t bothered being too careful about how it covered her as Ken, also in a dressing gown, led her down the stairs to the basement. Hence, as she walked the skirt part flapped open showing her inner thighs almost to her crotch and the lapels gaped showing much of both of her breasts.

She had been a little surprised when, some time after they had had sex, Ken had said.

“I have a little surprise for you, come with me.”

“What’s this Ken?” Cat gasped when she entered the basement.

Seeing küçükbakkalköy escort the five men there, all naked apart from towels wrapped round their waists, she immediately knew what he meant by that phrase.

“Welcome to your fantasy Cat.”

It had been the third or fourth time they had slept together when they discussed their fantasies. Feeling wonderfully mellow after her third orgasm and very close to Ken who had been marvellously attentive to her needs, Cat had opened up a little more than she usually did with her lovers.

“Like lots of women I think,” she’d said when he asked about her sexual aspirations and fantasies. “I feel an odd attraction to forced sex.”

“What rape?”

“Yes sort of, I suppose. But then that’s not an aspiration, I’m not sure I really want to do it or be raped, it’s more a mind or emotional thing than a physical desire, if you get what I mean” she explained. She had expanded on that by telling him of another fantasy adding. “Which I never expect to fulfil, is a gang bang with five or six blokes and me.”

“Who are they? I can’t” Cat said in a panicky voice as she grabbed Ken’s arms.

“Just some friends Cat, you’ll never see them again. An advantage of amateur dramatics I guess” he said, turning and rather scarily, but highly significant locking the door.

“Ken you can’t.”

“Oh yes I can Cat and I am, aren’t I?” He said finding the tie at her waist and pulling it undone.

Cat grabbed the silk robe just about managing to stop it billowing open.

She looked round at the other men. Their ages varied. One looked to be in his early twenties or late teens and one seemed to be in his late forties or fifties with the others all looking to be around forty. Three were white, one black and another looked to be from India or Pakistan. They all had reasonable physiques, she noted thankfully, as she realised she was starting to accept this amazing situation.

“I didn’t mean it Ken, I told you I never expected it to happen, I am not sure I want it to.”

“Oh Cat, I think you do,” Ken said taking hold of the collar of the robe and pulling it along her shoulders and down her back a little way.

“No stop.”

“Come on Cat show them that lovely body of yours” Ken went on tugging at the robe, which Cat refused to surrender.

“No Ken, no I can’t” she whined back, worried like hell at how fast her heart was beating.

“You can Cat. Look how much they are all looking forward to it” Ken was saying as he pulled her round to look at the guys standing round three sides of the training mat. As she stared at them, they all undid their towels and let them fall to the floor. Even in her distressed and surprised state, Cat could not help gasping when she saw the five erect and semi-erect cocks. Most of the guys let their fingers stroke their erections.

“Nice Cat?”

“Ken, no” she moaned, beginning to realise that there was no way out of this. She turned back to face him. “Look Ken I can’t, I really cannot do this.”

He smiled, leaned forward and kissed her. “I think you can, I think really you want to and, most importantly Cat, I think you will.”

She hadn’t heard anything, but suddenly she was grabbed by the wrists and her arms were pulled behind her making her let go of the robe. It ballooned open showing everything, just as Ken turned her to face the others.

“Oh yes.”

“Wow baby.”

“Way to go Cat.”

Were some of the comments that greeted her nudity.

Ken and the black guy edged her towards the mat, she had stopped struggling for it was clearly pointless. moda escort The robe vanished and she stood naked for a moment or two confronting the five equally naked guys. As if on cue, they moved forward, they surrounded her in the middle of the mat. They all started touching her, stroking and caressing her; her back, her arms, her face, her hair and her legs. They pressed themselves against her, two, three four and five erections on her legs, her thighs her bottom and her stomach. Five cocks pressed against her and ten hands wandering over her body. Caresses were now everywhere; on her legs, her tummy, her chest, her bum, her breasts and her stomach.

She had, obviously never experienced anything like this before, and, she had to admit, it was amazing. She was going dizzy with the sheer intensity of so much male sexuality.

Her wrist was grabbed and her hand was pressed against a cock, as another slid between the cheeks of her bum and yet another pressed right against her pubic mound and up her tummy.

She was now groaning and sighing as each new experience hit her and as each new set of sensations washed over her. She was turned round and pulled forward and backwards, all the time though feeling male flesh or hands and fingers on her.

Three cocks pressed against her and one in each hand.

Cocks against both cheeks of her bum and her pubes as two mouths licked and chewed her breasts.

Hands rubbing, caressing and squeezing her buttocks, her thighs, her breasts and her nipples.

Fingers pinching and stroking her nipples, her pussy lips and between the cheeks of her bum.

It was happening. She didn’t think it would. She had felt that this was just too outrageous and her major feeling would be fear, but it wasn’t. Far from it. She was feeling other sensations, but mostly she was getting aroused to a level she didn’t think she had experienced before.

Her resistance was waning. Her inhibitions were lessening and her worry and concern barriers were coming down.

She opened her mouth and allowed a tongue past her lips. She felt herself stroking a cock and leaning back to make her tits more easily available to the Indian or Pakistani guy’s mouth. Her legs opened and she grunted as one guy from behind and another from the front slid their fingers, three from both directions she guessed, right up her worryingly, wet cunt.

She was gone.

Both she and Ken knew that and the others guessed it as Ken took his robe off and joined them on the mat. She and he kissed as she gratifyingly, but rather surprisingly, felt his full erection, that was so unlike him just an hour or so after sex.

The guys were as aroused as Cat and were now itching to take this further. One of the older white guys had his arms around her, his hands holding her breasts as he wiggled his cock between her legs from behind. Falling back against him Cat’s legs opened a little. The young guy moved in and, holding his cock and bending his knees he wiggled the tip of it right against her lips. Their eyes caught.

“Ok?” He mouthed.

Cat nodded and then had the glorious sensation of his young, hard, very sturdy cock surging up her pussy. At the same time the guy from behind was pushing his cock against the back end of her lips but was beaten to gaining entry by the young buck who had started to fuck Cat. As he did, the others were pawing and licking, feeling her tits and bum and giving her sensations everywhere.

Cat felt as if she was floating. She didn’t have to support herself, they did that, so she could just let her body go. Leaning back against one guy with the ağva escort young one buried in her, Cat was holding cocks in both hands, it was incredible. Everywhere, every part of her and all her immediate surroundings were filled with sex. It was as though everything was sex, that there was nothing other than sex, that sex was all and everything.

The young guy was quick, but then in such circumstances that wasn’t surprising. He didn’t actually make Cat cum, but then not one specific thing was likely to do that. It was the whole adventure which had taken her right up to that crest of orgasmic delight and had kept her there. She stayed there during that first fuck, as the young guy slid out and as the guy from behind immediately replaced him. She remained right up there as he shagged her from behind and as two guys, the black one and one of the white forty somethings licked, sucked and chewed her tits and the others ran their hands all over her as she held onto their cocks.

Things were speeding up, becoming more complicated and hard to follow. Cat hardly knew where her body ended and the men’s began, she certainly, other than by skin colourings, she had no idea who was doing what to her.

The guy shagging her from behind finished and another took his place. He lay down on the mat, on his back pulling Cat with him. She was sitting on his cock facing away from him, her knees drawn up just like a jockey on a racehorse. The others, apart from the two who had just cum, crowded round. One pulled her face to one side and holding his cock almost horizontally offered it to her. Cat raised her eyes and met his, he nodded, smiled and raised an eyebrow enquiringly. She smiled back, licked her lips and, still holding his gaze slowly, opened her mouth. As his cock slid into Cat the black guy crouched in front of her, his feet either side of the guy whose cock was up from behind, knees. He slid his cock between her tits, but naked and unsupported as they were, her cleavage was far too wide to create any pressure. Ken solved that by leaning forward, kissing Cat on her cheek, his face brushing against the cock that was fucking her mouth and pushing her tits together round the sturdy black cock.

It went on and on. Cat had no idea how many times she was fucked, how many times she was made to cum, how many cocks she held and how many she had in her mouth. Time lost as much meaning to her as any degree of restraint or inhibition did. Both simply ceased to exist as cock followed cock into her ever willing, or so it seemed, cunt. She was pleased, though surprised that not once did any of the guys try to take her anally. She put that down to Ken telling them as she had him that she didn’t like to be fucked in her ass.

The ‘party’ ended with Cat on her back in the middle of the mat holding her tits and pinching her nipples as those who had anything left stood or knelt round her masturbating and shooting over her body.

She walked from the basement to cheers, applause and shouted ‘thanks Cat’ with her tits, chest, stomach, thighs and face stained with the drying residue of the five actors cum.

Ken told her after that she was in fact only fucked five times and that he had explained to the guys that her bum was ‘off limits.’ She had been half pleased, but very surprised during the orgy that none of the guys had tried for anal as most blokes nowadays seemed to want that, particularly in a gang bang like theirs. She was pretty sure that if one of them had tried she would have gone along with it, for the idea of being fucked there, in her pussy and mouth and between her tits as she wanked two other cocks all at the same time, was, really, the ultimate fulfillment of her gang bang fantasy. She was also slightly regretted not having had two cocks up her pussy at the same time, but then ‘hey’ she rationalised, ‘a girl can’t have everything in one go can she?’

Lying beside James in bed that night, she found herself smiling and thinking as she listened to him snoring, ‘There’s always a next time isn’t there?’

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