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Akşam biramı almıştım ve boş kalan suit odada TV izleyerek biramı içiyordum.Çok büyük bir keyifti benim için.Altımda boxer,üzerimde ise atlet vardı sadece.Bu arada kapı çaldı.Her zaman keyfim bozulmak zorundaydı zaten.Biramı kenara bıraktım ve ayağa kalktım.Bizim müdür gelmiştir diye kapıyı rahatça açtım ama karşımda Ecem hanım vardı.İçeriye girdi ve oturduğum koltuğun karşısında ki koltuğa oturdu.Bana bakarak “Bira var mı?” dedi.Bende hemen mini bardan bir bira açtım kendisine ve verdim.Birasını içene kadar normal muhabbetimizi ettik.Birası bittikten sonra “Sana bir şey söylemem gerekecek.” dedi.Bende “Nedir?” dedim.

Ecem “Ben uyuya kalmışım o yüzden paranı veremedim.Gerçi sen istediğini almışsın. ” dedi.Bende “Neden bahsediyorsunuz anlamadım?” dedim.Ecem “Belki kırmızı külotu alsan fark etmezdim ama en sevdiğim tangamı almışsın. ” dedi ve kahkaha attı.Utanmıştım hafiften,Ecem “Külotlar nerede?” dedi.Bende “Getiriyorum. ” dedim.Ayağa kalktım ve yatak odama gidip külotları çıkartıp getirdim.Ecem bana bakarak “Ben evli bir kadınım o yüzden seninle bu işi yapamam ama külotlar sende kalabilir.En azından benden sana bir hatıra olur. ” dedi ve güldükten sonra elime para sıkıştırıp “Bira için sağol. ” dedi.Odadan çıktığında verdiği paraya baktım.50 TL vermişti,külotları tekrardan yerine koyduktan sonra TV başına geçtim.

Bu arada Ecem beni çok etkiliyordu nedense.1.70 boylarında,beyaz tenli,kızıl küt saçları olan,güzel kalçalı bir kızdı.Vücudu da aşırı fitti,ara sıra onu bikini ile havuza girerken görüyordum.Aradan birkaç gün geçmeye başladı ve ben yine kız sikememiştim.Gerçi sikmek için adım atamıyordum çünkü Ecem vardı hep aklımda.O gece resmen beynime girmişti ve çıkmıyordu.Onu sikemeden başka bir kızı sikemezdim o yüzden onun üzerinde çalışacaktım.Ecem hanımın kocası Mehmet bey birkaç gün sonra beni kenara çekti.Öğlen saatlerindeydik ve “1000 TL kazanmak ister misin?” dedi.Bende “Evet ama ne yapacağım?” dedim.Mehmet bey “Çok kolay,ben 2 saat boyunca senin odanda bir kadın ile takılacağım.Sende,Ecem beni sorarsa görmediğini söyleyeceksin.Senin odanda beni aramak aklına gelmez. ” dedi.

Bende “Tamam. ” dedim.Hemen cüzdanından çıkarttığı 1000 TL’yi bana verdikten sonra “Birazdan geliyorum. ” dedi.Adam daha evlilik balayı tatilinde karısını aldatıyordu.Birkaç dakika sonra bir kadın ile geldiler ve odayı açtım onlara.İçeriye girdikten sonra kapattım.Şansa kapatır kapatmaz Ecem hanım da diğer odadan çıktı ve “Mehmet’i gördün mü?” dedi.Bende “Hayır görmedim. ” dedim.Ecem “Nerede bu adam ya?” dedi.Bu arada kapının arkasından ayrılmamışlardı daha ve öpüşme,konuşma sesleri bomboş koridorda yankılandı resmen.Ecem biraz kulak kabartınca kocasının sesini tanıdı ve “Kapıyı aç hemen.” dedi bana.Bende açtım ve koridorda ikisi çıplak bir şekilde Ecem’in karşısında kalakaldılar.Ecem,Mehmet bey’in üzerine yürüyerek “Şerefsiz nasıl yaptın bunu bana?” dedi.

Diğer kadın hemen toparlanıp kaçtı daha sonra da Mehmet bey’de orayı terk etti.Kapıyı kapattım ve içeride Ecem’i sakinleştirmeye çalışıyordum.Hipnoz olmuş gibi sürekli “Nasıl yapar bunu bana? Nasıl yapar bunu bana?” diye sayıklıyordu.Yanındaydım ve omzuna sarılarak “Oldu bitti artık.Üzme kendini. ” dedim.Ecem bana bakarak “Seviş benimle. ” dedi.Bende “Ne?” dedim.Ecem “Evet böyle intikam alacağım ondan.Seviş benimle. ” dedi.Bende “Olmaz,bir anlık sinirle veriyorsun bu kararı. ” dedim.Ecem “Bak eğer sen sevişmezsen başkasını bulacağım.Hem istediğine kavuşmuş olursun. ” dedi.Normalde asla bu durumda sevişmezdim ama başkasına gideceğine ben sikecektim.

Kabul ettim ve elinden tutarak odama götürdüm.Yüzü gülüyordu resmen ve öpüşmeye başladık.Üzerinde mini şort ve t shirt vardı.T Shirt’i çıkarttım bu arada ve tekrardan dudaklarına yapıştım.Dudaklarımızı yırtarcasına öpüşüyorduk adeta.Ellerim o dolgun kalçalarındaydı ve okşarken hafifçe kaldırıp duvara dayadım ve öyle öpmeye başladım.O da bacaklarını benim belime doladı ve birbirimize tamamen kenetlenmiştik.Bir ara kendi vücudunu biraz öne atarak sütyeninin kopçasını açarak üzerinden attığında göğüsleri benim üzerime tamamen değmeye başladı.Bende T Shirt olmasına rağmen göğüs uçlarını hissedebiliyordum.

Onu yere indirdikten sonra yatağa yatırdım ve göğüslerini emmeye başladım.Narin narin emerken onun hafifçe inlemesini ve saçlarımdan göğüslerine bastırışını hissediyordum.Göğüs uçları ağzımda iyice büyümeye başladı.Ara sıra hafiften göğüslerinin yan kısımlarını da öpüyordum.Göğüslerini bırakıp hafiften karnına indim ve karnını öpmeye başladım.Öptükçe o da keyifleniyor hatta ara sıra gıdıklanıyordu.Artık sıra mini şortunu ve külotunu indirmeye gelmişti.Şortunu çıkartıp attım ve külot ile kaldığında onu da çekip çıkarttım.Bende soyunmaya başladım çırılçıplak kalana kadar.Artık ikimizde yatakta çırılçıplaktık.Benim sikime bakıyordu,bende onun amını okşuyordum.
Eğildim ve sulu,daha incecik gözüken amına yumuldum ve yalamaya başladım.Yaladıkça sulanıyordu,ellerimi klitorisinde gezdirerek onu iyice zevklendiriyordum.Ecem iyice uçmuştu zaten zevkten ve inliyordu.Sadece inliyordu,bende parmaklarımı amına sokmaya başladığımda zevkten çıldıracak duruma geldi ve “Hadi gir içime. ” demeye başladı.Artık amacıma ulaşacağım son noktaya gelmiştim ve içine girecektim.Hafiften doğruldum ve sikimi amının girişine getirip biraz yukarı aşağı yaptıktan sonra birden kökledim.Acı ile bağırınca dudaklarına yapıştım ve amına girip çıkarken dudaklarını öpüyordum.O anda ki acı ile o da dudaklarıma öyle bir yapışmıştı ki öpüşmekten ve kendimizi sıkmaktan dudaklarımız acıyordu.

Amının en derinlerine kadar girmek istermişcesine sonuna kadar köklüyordum sikimi.Sikim o dar ve sulu amın içinde bayram ediyordu adeta ve ben siktikçe Ecem keyifleniyordu.Bir süre sonra Ecem kasılmaya başladı ve orgazm oldu.Sikimin üzerinde suları hissetmiştim resmen.Bir süre içinde bekledim,amını sıktıkça ben daha da zevk alıyordum ve sikim,amının içinde sıkışmıştı resmen.Bir süre sonra rahatlayınca bende gidip gelmeye devam ettim.Boşalana kadar siktim amını ve boşalacağım sırada içinden çıkmak istediğimde belime doladı bacaklarını ve beni içine kitledi adeta.En sonunda da amının içerisinde boşaldım.İçinden çıktım ve hemen duşa girdi Ecem,bende salona geçtim ve bira açtım.Biramı içerken Ecem geldi.Sexy bir şekilde bana doğru yürüyordu ve önümde diz çöktü.Bende koltukta oturuyordum ve bacaklarımı okşayarak sikime doğru yanaştı.Daha yeni inmeye başlamış sikimi ağzına aldı.Bir posta da ağzıyla boşalttı beni ve daha sonra toparlanıp gitti.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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About 10 years ago, during my pre-married days I almost entered the swinging lifestyle. I was single but desperately wanted to be part of a threesome. The problem was, I had no idea how to go about it. One day, the idea came to me to go on Craigslist and find myself a couple to play with.

I found an ad that stood out and emailed myself the link. Then, I got freaked out. All these nightmare stories about Craigslist disasters came out in the news and I put the idea on the back burner and just focused on other means of dating. More mainstream ones.

I began a good-on-paper type relationship with a guy I felt was compatible for me. I told him I’d had a threesome in the past and that I’m bisexual. He didn’t judge me but I could tell he wasn’t into that kind of fun. So, I put those ideas on the back burner too. We eventually married but that need to play with both sexes was still inside of me.

Ten years later and present day, the marriage has fallen apart for various reasons. We’ve separated and are proceeding to divorce and I am starting to live again and fulfill my own needs. I’ve had a threesome since separating but it was a one time thing. I was looking for a regular treat with partners I could trust.

I always hung on to that ad I found. I never looked on that site again but I looked at the ad periodically. The words seared in my mind: Secure, sexy couple seeking a single, young female to spoil in and out of the bedroom. Email us at (email address). N&G.

I wondered, what were the odds they were still around or still together for that matter? Having gone from 24 years old to 34 years old I was no longer as naïve about meeting strangers. I felt like I could be smart and still give it a try.

I created a new email account. I prepared some pictures of myself with my face not showing, to protect my identity and privacy. It was actually fun posing naked in front of my full-length mirror with my favorite Knicks cap on. I hoped no one would come across that picture and recognize my long hair or hat, but if they did I could always ask what they were doing looking. I’m an adult and have nothing to be ashamed of but I need to remain private and discreet.

I sat down on my bed with my laptop, cap still on and clothes still off. I uploaded the pictures to my hard drive and composed an email to my mystery couple. It read:

Subject: N&G? Response to an ad

Hi, my name is Ana and I came across an ad you posted. I’ve never met anyone this way before but I feel I should give it a try. If you are interested, please reply with a non-nude picture.

I didn’t attach my own image, in case I didn’t care for theirs.

I exhaled a huge sigh of relief, feeling exhilarated and excited. I knew if this outlet didn’t work out, I’d find others. It’s like a craving that’s never satisfied until it’s fulfilled. I shut my laptop and redressed and went on with the rest of my day. I could wait for a response. I waited this long already just to respond! I resolved not to check my email again until the following day. I went to the gym, worked out hard, came home, cooked dinner, showered and went to bed.

I kept in mind, no matter what happens I still have a personal set of priorities and I have that in check. It’s at my own benefit to be independent and mature. That wasn’t easy to be so, especially after a failed marriage but it’s important to do things that feel good and surround myself with positive energy.

And the next day I went to work and had a productive meeting. Right after work I went food shopping and came home and did my meal prep for the week. I didn’t even realize the time, as it was getting late but half way through dicing a pepper I realized it was time to check my email!

I washed my hands, sat down on my bed cross-legged and opened my laptop. In my inbox was a response from N&G.

It read: Dear Ana,

Thank you so much for your response. We understand your apprehension but we’d like to tell you more about us and you can decide if you’re still interested. There’s something for everyone so if you feel we are not a good match, we will not be offended.

We are happily married, best friends and secure. We enjoy including others in our playtime and we’d welcome the chance to get to know you better. We are passionate, adventurous, open minded and love to explore, taking our sex to new heights. We enjoy partners that are intelligent, articulate, honest and not afraid to communicate their fantasies or dreams. We invite you to look over our recent pictures and judge for yourself. We also have a profile on a swinging site that you can view with real validations from real people, as long as you feel comfortable checking it out. We won’t disappoint either in or out of the bedroom! We look forward to your response.

Sincerely,

Nick and Giovanna (Gio).

I really liked their non-pushy, confident reply and I really liked the pictures they sent. Even though I could not see their faces, that were blurred out for likely the same reasons ankara escort mine were… I could tell they were in great shape. In one image, they were on a beach, in swimwear and embraced side by side. I could make out her auburn hair, D breasts and I could see he was salt and pepper grey. She looked to be about my height, petite. He appeared to be about 6′. In another picture, it looked like they were having cocktails in a night club. She was wearing a sheer green beaded blouse, clearly without a bra and it revealed a piercing on her left nipple. They were sitting at a table and there were go go dancers in the background. It looked like a fun time!

I composed a response. It read:

Dear Nick and Gio,

I’m very excited to hear from you and thank you for the straightforward, non-pressure response and beautiful pictures. I hope that’s really you because I’d like to see more. I really think I fit in your prerequisites because I’m honest, and not afraid to say what I like or don’t. I’m 5’1, long blonde hair, full 34DD breasts and height weight proportionate. Oh hell, now I’m embarrassed because I’m nude in it but check out my pic I’ve attached. Everything’s there for you to see, except for my face.

Xo, Ana

I shut my computer down for the night and finished my cooking. I cleaned up, washed up and went to bed. I masturbated that night, thinking about the fun they must have had with those dancers. I came hard and then fell asleep.

The next day was a Friday and I was too excited to wait till after work to check my email. I opened it up and there was a new reply in my inbox.

Dear Ana,

We are so glad you think we might be a good match! Your body is gorgeous and we’re sure we’ll find your face is too. We’d love to speak and see how our chemistry is together and hopefully set up drinks. So far we like everything you have shared with us and look forward to learning more! It will just make everything better if all goes well. Here’s to new friends!

And here’s our number if you’d like to call. We will not be offended if you block yours. As a single girl, you should protect yourself as you are doing.

Nick and Gio

I felt like I was glowing after reading their email. Was this too good to be true or was it all meant to be? They didn’t know how long I’ve been waiting for them and it seems as though time has made us all stronger. I closed my laptop and set out for work.

I didn’t go to the gym that day, I just came straight home after work and replied:

Dear Nick and Gio, Is it okay for me to call you now?

Ana

And a short time later, their response:

Dear Ana,

Yes, we are home and cannot wait to hear from you!!

Just like that, I called.

The phone rang twice and an excited woman’s voice answered.

“Hello, is this Ana?”

I laughed and replied, Hi, this is Ana. You must be Gio!

“Yes this is and I’m so excited to hear from you.”

It’s nice talking to you too. I’ve never done anything like this before.

“I totally understand, and if you keep doing what you’re doing, there’s a lot of fun to be had.”

I said, I’m very excited to have the opportunity to do this now.

I explained that I was in an unhappy marriage for a number of years and despite that, I am ready to live my life.

“I am so happy for you. Nick happens to be my high school sweetheart and we are so lucky to have found each other but marriage alone was not enough for us. That’s why we chose to bring others in at times. You should know, we are very picky and don’t just let anyone in.”

I understand. I said. And I am a little nervous but more excited to see where this can go.

“I’m so excited too! That’s why I wanted to talk so you could hear it in my voice and so that you would know that we’re real”

Everything you’ve done has made me very comfortable so far. And for that, I am very grateful! I would like to meet up for a drink in a public place if you’re okay with that.

“Okay with that? That would be great! I don’t know what your schedule is like but we’re free tomorrow night if you’re around.”

Tomorrow night is perfect, but where?

“We like to stay local and know a lot of great places. There’s a spot about 10 minutes away from us a bit off the beaten path but it has very delicious fare and great service.”

Okay. If you don’t mind, please email me the name of the place and I’ll confirm once I’ve looked it up.

“It would be our pleasure to.” Nick, honey, please email Ana a link for the Moonlight Lounge. I hear her say to him in the background and then I hear his voice say “I’ll get right on it hon”

I still didn’t know if they were 100% real but I did like the way they spoke to each other. I thought it was very sweet.

I wrapped up my conversation with Gio and before we hung up, a new email was in my inbox from Nick with the lounge link as we’d discussed. I verified the location and confirmed the plans.

See you tomorrow ankara escort bayan night at 8!

XO, Ana

Saturday evening could not come soon enough. I woke up that day refreshed and excited. I went to the gym, came home, showered, ran some errands and took a cat nap in anticipation of staying up much later that night, potentially.

The evening started to near and my meticulous routine came into play. I love spending hours getting ready for a date because I can make sure everything is just so and just right. The more time I’m able to spend beautifying myself, the better I feel. Even though I showered and washed my hair earlier, I still needed to style it.

I got out my professional strength hair dryer and big round brush. I sectioned my hair and blew it smooth lock by lock. It took about an hour to do but the result was a lustrous, shiny, full of body mane. I put my hair up in a clip while I washed my face and body in a hot bath. I cleaned every inch of myself with my cucumber melon body wash and I shaved everywhere a girl might need to shave.

Once out of the bath, I dried off with a fresh towel. I let down my hair and made sure it was still smooth. I applied some deodorant, brushed my teeth and then began to apply my make up. I wanted to look sultry but not overly made up.

I went for a simple but sexy look with foundation, bronzer, blush and smokey eye. I went with my typical pink lip-gloss on my pout and got dressed. I didn’t want to over dress but I had a little black dress that’s always just right with my ultra high black patent leather peep toe heels. I threw my grey cardigan sweater over to stay warm. I could always take it off if I wanted to flirt more. I could leave it on and close myself off. I felt secure and I was ready to go.

I found the lounge easily and parked in the back lot. I arrived 15 minutes early and spent five minutes in my car. During that time, I turned my caller id back on but did not make any out going calls. I checked my email and checked my lipstick. I applied some light perfume that I carry in my bag and I headed inside.

On my way into the lounge, I saw a young couple that was on their way out. He held the door open for her to exit and then he waited with it open for me as he saw me approach. He followed her but his head remained turned toward me as I passed them. I smiled inside to myself. I knew I looked good.

Once inside, a pretty blonde bartender greeted me. There were a few patrons at the bar but it wasn’t overly crowded. It looked like a nice, classy place and not a hole in the wall type joint. I sat down at the bar and the bartender offered me a drink menu. I began to glance at the pages when I heard the door open behind me and I felt a gush of fresh air. I turned and saw beautiful Gio standing in the door and she came right up to me.

“You must be Ana!” she said and I smiled.

I am and it’s nice to meet you. I replied.

“Did you just get here?” she asked.

I did about two minutes ago, I answered.

“How about we sit down at a table? Nick is just parking the car.”

Okay, I said. I thought it was so nice that he dropped her off to greet me on time while he parked.

As she took off her coat, the lounge host approached us and offered us a table. Gio took his offer and I felt as if I were under her wing. It was a nice feeling. We walked to an intimate table in the back of the lounge and we both put our coats down on a spare chair. I admired her perfect hourglass figure accentuated by tight leopard print pants and a cute, black blazer. Her tiny feet adorned with high, black leather pumps. Gio was a cougar and she owned it! The excited look on her made up face matched her voice, the same voice I heard over the phone. I was very glad we verified that way.

She liked me too. She told me she’s so happy that I’m so beautiful. I started to blush and then Nick walked in through the door. Gio waved him over and he followed her beckoning. Who wouldn’t?

“Nick baby, come meet Ana!” She said as he made his way closer to us. He sweetly held out his hand as I stood up and he said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ana. Thank you for taking a chance on us”.

It’s my pleasure. I replied as I shook his hand. His handshake was firm and he was dressed beautifully for a man. He wore a dress shirt, dark jeans and a cashmere sports jacket. They both smelled nice but I could detect a light amount of aftershave from his smoothly shaved face. And he was tall. I like tall.

We finally all sat down together and began to talk. I was immediately intrigued and they seemed equally fascinated with me. They were very careful not to pry into my personal life in any way but they were open to share some of their information with me. We had a lot to talk about. We covered topics such as fitness and they told me they are both into Martial Arts. They have been for a number of years. We talked about foods we like and I discovered they are also health conscious.

Just then, the escort ankara waiter came over and introduced himself. He handed us menus and offered the night’s specials. We all listened but I was eager to get back to our conversation.

“Ana, if you don’t mind we’d like to order some appetizers to share with our drinks. How does that sound? Is there anything you would like?” Nick asked.

I looked down at the menu and the waiter left to return a few moments later. Everything looked good. I picked out a vodka based fruity drink and Gio told me good choice. She’d had that one before. Nick said if he might suggest some appetizers we could all share a meat, cheese and olive platter. It sounded absolutely perfect.

The waiter returned and the order was put in. I was excited to return to our intimate conversation the second he left. I almost blurted out- how long have you been playing with others?

They openly told me everything I needed or wanted to know. They didn’t hold anything back and I believed them. They answered thoroughly and asked the same about me. I explained my situation very basically that I was new to this but had wanted to try it for years. They reacted in a way that showed they were very excited for me. They also shared some very hot stories of their own. At some point, the drinks came but I didn’t even notice when. I just looked down at the end of a tale and there was a delicious cocktail in front of me.

I shared a story of my own, about the time I attended a group sex party and how I became friendly with the hostess. They absolutely ate it up. Then, the food came. The tapas style platter reminded Gio of their travels and that brought up another mutual interest; travel. They confided their recent pictures they sent were from their favorite vacation spot they visit in the Virgin Islands every year. Nick said, it’s perfect except we always wish we had a girlfriend to play with on the beautiful beaches. My mind wandered into fantasy mode, wishing I were that girl they could bring on vacation and show off. I couldn’t say for sure but maybe they were thinking the same thing about me.

It was really nice to connect on so many levels. I was so pleasantly surprised on how well things were turning out but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. I decided not to overthink the situation and just enjoy it. But that cocktail was kicking in and I asked Gio what’s the naughtiest thing she’s done in public?

She smiled a naughty smile and said there was something she’d like to show me in the rest room. I feigned innocence and asked if I needed a lipstick touch up. Sure, let’s go! She said. And we got up while Nick sat, smiling.

It was only a few feet away but it was a large, clean, private restroom with a full-length body mirror and high end fixtures. Hell, it was nicer than my own bathroom. Gio held the door open for me and when it closed, she embraced me and held me against the door and locked it. I let her kiss me and her full soft lips massaged mine. I parted my lips and her tongue slipped inside. She took my hair in her hand and kissed my neck. I could feel myself getting excited and my hand slipped under my own dress. Oh no she said and pulled my hand out. She replaced it with her own and said good girl. I looked at us in the mirror and liked what I saw. She looked over too and said, “So hot baby”. Ironically, now I really did have to touch up my lipstick and she touched up hers. We left the bathroom smiling and hand in hand. Nick was at the table waiting patiently but eager to find out what happened. Gio whispered something in his ear and he smiled at me with his eyes as he took in what she had to say. This meeting for drinks was going better than I ever could have imagined.

The waiter came back to take our plates and I thanked everyone for the delicious food, drink and intoxicating adventure. I was already blown away and finally in control of my destiny. I wanted to explore my sexual world and this amazing couple would show me the way.

Nick and Gio thanked me too. They said they were so happy I contacted them and they were praying for someone like me to come into their lives. I didn’t want to push anything but it’s so rare to find that compatibility not only with life interests and intelligence levels but to have that sexual attraction too. Let alone with one person, I seemed to have it with two!

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only 10pm. Did I dare ask to go home with them? I really wanted to but could not bring myself to ask. But I was so horny for Gio. It had been ages since I’d been with a woman and she was so delicious. Before I had the chance to punish myself by going home alone, they must have read my mind. Nick politely asked if I wanted to extend the night a little further at their place. I am a strong believer in going with my gut instinct. There was nothing holding me back so I said yes. Gio beamed from ear to ear.

“Why don’t you come with me in my car Gio and I can follow Nick?”

“That sounds good to us!” She replied, and he got up to help us put on our coats. I could see from their actions alone that not only were they nice people, they were so kind, considerate, respectful and thoughtful. These are the kind of people that I should have in my life. Not people that suck.

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Moving Pictures, Part 3 of 3

Finally, our story comes to a close as the party guests, including 18-year old, on-her-way-to-becoming a sex-goddess, Lianna. Uninhibited and free with her body, Lianna has been entertaining Paul, Martin, Anne and Beth with a sensual, erotic dance. The party soon became a wild orgy of pleasure for the guests. After much fun and pleasure, there is a brief pause during which Beth invites the girls into the bedroom for a special treat and to prepare for the men’s entrance. Enjoy, and let me know how you liked it.

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Hesitating, Lianna quietly mutters, “can I go?”

“Oh, baby. Can you ever!” says Beth.

“Can I go, too?” asks Anne.

“Three is never a crowd,” is the reply.

“How about us?” asks Paul. He is still holding Martin’s cock.

Beth explains the rules, “You can all join us, but you have to wait fifteen minutes or else there will be none for any of you!”

At that, the three women trotted off to the back of the apartment. Their three naked bodies glistening from perspiration, their three great butts waving goodbye to the men.

For the next fifteen minutes there is no sound in the living room. The music continues to play but all three men are silent, not wanting to say a word about what is going on. For Martin and Paul the silence has a lot to do with their mutual concern for what the other is thinking. For Terry, it’s just a moment to rest and to prepare for what is to come. Despite their silence, both Martin and Paul are recalling how exciting it had been to handfuck the other man. And how incredible it had been to make him come!

As the clock ticked off the fifteenth minute, all three men jumped up simultaneously. Led by Martin, they marched off to the bedroom. They were not prepared for what they saw when they came into the room.

Beth and Anne were each laying over one arm of the big armchair, their soft asses pointing towards the doorway. Lianna is facing away from the door and is dressed in a tight black bustier. As she turns to greet the men they can see her amazing breasts pushing against the silky fabric. Her perfect breasts are highlighted as they push up and out of the bustier. Her nipples peek over the edge of the cloth. They are hard and demanding; her areola peek out as well, equally inviting. She is still wearing the sexy white stockings and her heels but she is otherwise naked. In her hand she is holding the whip that Beth had brought out at first. As the men enter she brings the whip she is holding down onto the two older women’s buttocks. The smack shocks the men. They had no idea that this would be the situation. Lianna brings down the leather once more. Each stroke of the whip is firm yet not so hard as to hurt Anne or Beth. Of course, Beth will have none of this and calls out, “is that all? Whip my ass!”

Lianna brings the leather down again, this time harder. Beth screams in pleasure. Anne is next to receive the whip and she, too, squeals in delight. The three men stand there dumbfounded. But their cocks are already responding to the incredibly erotic scene, hardening yet again.

Temporarily finished punishing the women, Lianna turns to face the men. As she does, they are surprised again as she is wearing Beth’s purple dildo in its harness. Bobbing obscenely each time she moves, the rubber shaft projects invitingly from her young crotch. Lianna stands there, facing the three shocked and naked men. She looks at them with a very determined look and says, “you are to do as I say, boys!”

There is no response. “What did I just say?” she says more firmly this time.

Terry replies, “we are to do what you say.”

“Good. You,” she points to Martin, “fuck Anne. She needs it bad!”

“And you,” she says, pointing to Terry, “Beth needs it up the ass right now!”

Before those two could even move, she commands Paul, “and you, go get the camera. I’ll be wanting pictures of this.”

Paul quickly left the bedroom and raced to retrieve the digital camera. Martin and Terry each moved into place behind their respective women. Lianna pushed Martin forward, telling Anne to get ready for a fucking.

With Martin in place, Lianna took Terry by his root, squeezing it a few times. Holding him firmly, she reached over to the dresser, picked up the lube and squeezed a large glob into her hand. She then massaged it lovingly all over Terry’s cock, paying special attention to the huge purple knob. When it was liberally coated, she placed her hand on Beth’s ass and slicked her asshole with the remaining lubricant. Beth playfully pushed out her big ass tempting Terry with a “come on in, big boy!”

Responding exactly as Beth had hoped, Lianna picked up the whip and dragged it across Beth buttocks, threatening to smack her again. Beth replied with, “do it, Lianna. Make me want it even more.”

She got her wish.

Terry then moved in close and pointed his cockhead at Beth’s well-lubricated ass. Gentle pressure yielded a smooth entry. All at once, he was ankara escort buried to the hilt in Beth’s welcoming ass. He began to fuck Beth, slowly at first but then with increasingly hard thrusting. Soon, he was pounding into her just the way she liked it. His huge knob was touching every inch of her, pleasuring her to orgasm once more.

Martin was going at Anne from behind with equal fervour. His ass was thrusting back and forth as he held onto Anne’s hips for dear life. She was bucking wildly, enjoying every little bit of his terrific cock. As he continued to fuck her, Lianne began to coat her protruding rubber cock with more of the lubricant from the tube. She slapped globs of it all over the shaft and head; Paul took pictures of this —closeups, of course.

The next moment took both Paul and Martin by surprise. Lianna moved in behind him with her lubricated dildo sticking out a mile. She proceeded to push up against his ass. Lianna was holding on to her cock, guiding it towards Martin’s puckered anus. When he realized what was about to happen, Martin stopped fucking Anne, protesting, “what are you doing? What’s going on?”

Beth, who was enjoying her own anal adventure replied with a firm, “she’s going to fuck you ass, honey, just like you did for the camera last week.”

That was enough to shut Martin up and encouraged him to open his legs wide and inviting Lianna to move closer. It was a long time coming, but eventually, Lianna had buried about half of her dildo into Martin. She paused. He slowly began to move into Anne again. The motion was gentle at first as each time he pulled out, Lianna went deeper into his ass. Soon all three of them were fucking away with abandon. The Anne-Martin-Lianna daisy chain offered an unprecedented photo opportunity for Paul who took every advantage. Even Beth and Terry had stopped fucking to watch the action not a foot away from them.

Eventually, Lianna pulled out of Martin’s ass. She moved over to Paul, scaring him somewhat because he was certainly not ready for that kind of action. He was relieved to see her removing the dildo and harness. She grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the big king-sized bed. There, she began by pushing him onto his back. The camera was gone; all that remained was his rigid cock and the intense need for some relief.

With Paul on his back with his cock standing tall, Lianna again took charge of the situation. She climbed in between his legs and began by kissing his hairy balls and licking the thick shaft of his cock. Lianna then slid her body along his, dragging her incredible tits along his body until they were pressed up against his cock. Looking him right in the eye, she asked Paul, “how would you like to tit-fuck my boobs? I’ve never done that and it seems so erotic.”

“Oh, baby. Please let me fuck your tits. They are so beautiful, so delicious.”

Lianna slid further along his body, bringing her big boobs towards Paul’s mouth. Once there, he kissed and licked them insanely. His saliva coated them completely, making her as wet as possible for the upcoming fucking.

With her firm young breasts wet from his licking, Lianna slid back down to Paul’s cock. She lay down on his crotch, pressing his great erection into the tunnel formed by her boobs. She pressed her tits together, grasping his thick shaft tightly. Then she slid it easily between her tits, holding him encased in her fleshy boob tunnel. Paul was thrusting hard against her. His hands covered the girl’s and held her tits tightly together making the perfect receptacle for his cock. Only minutes later, Paul was coming once more. His orgasm was perfect as his sperm landed all over Lianna’s ample bosom, though she caught much of it on her tongue. He continued to thrust towards her mouth, each time she would quickly suck on his cockhead. Exhausted by another great orgasm, Paul fell back to rest. Lianna stayed where she was, draped across his crotch, watching his cock wither, sloppy from its ejaculation.

The other two couples were equally finished, for the time being. The four of them made their way over to the big bed and flopped haphazardly on its comfortable surface. Six tired bodies lay there, recuperating for a moment, just waiting for someone to fire up another erection or strap on a dildo.

About an hour passed before anyone made a move. Paul lay there with Lianne still across his hips. Her wonderful tits were pressed against his cock. Seeing it like that, so close to those perfect breasts, made it stir again. Anne and Beth had fallen into each other’s arms and were cuddling. Beth had one thigh pressed against her friend’s mound. Anne’s perky and completely tanned breasts were a fabulous contrast to Beth’s huge, white tits. They touched slightly, nipples now soft and pliable. Martin and Terry had fallen onto the bed among a tangle of legs and bodies; they too rested.

At much the same time as Paul’s cock was beginning to wake up, so too were the interests of the others on the bed around him. ankara escort bayan Lianna had fallen asleep but the two older women were already awake and looking around for more action. As Beth glanced about, obviously looking for another cock to fill her cunt, Anne ducked her head to Beth’s big tits and began to suck on one of her thick nipples. Beth reciprocated by slipping a hand down between their bodies and cupping Anne’s pussy with her palm.

As her hand reached its destination, Beth found that Anne had shaved her pussy completely smooth. “Nice, soft cunt, honey,” whispered Beth.

“I’m glad you like it. I have been shaving it all summer, just to get that even tan I know you love.”

Beth looked down at the pussy in her hand and sure enough, it was evenly tanned. A gentle golden colour that matched the rest of the body to whom it belonged. The smooth flesh of Anne’s cunt was a most inviting place and soon Beth had crawled down to it and was softly licking and kissing it. Anne was not to be outdone and she soon had moved into a sixty-nine position with Beth. Anne rolled on top of Beth, her hips straddling the soft white tits below. She pressed her sex onto the mouth awaiting it and ground her hips to completely coat Beth’s face with her juices, and those that Martin had left insider her an hour before. Beth revelled in the taste, and in the fun. She dug her tongue along Anne’s slit over and over again, paying special attention to the long, thick clitoris at one end.

Anne was just as busy with Beth’s thick, welcoming pussy. She nibbled on the wide lips, occasionally taking one between her teeth and pulling it as far as it would go. Each time this happened, Beth would grasp Anne’s clitoris in her teeth ever so gently and nibble on it, too. This went on, back and forth, for a long time.

The men were all awake now and each was sporting another erection. Their cocks seemed well recuperated after the rest; they were again thick with their blood. A close inspection would have showed them bobbing in anticipation as they each watched the two incredible women eating each other’s pussies mere inches away.

Lianne had woken up as Anne had crawled on top of Beth. She had slipped off Paul’s crotch and was now leaning back against him. She stared at the action in front of her eyes, never having seen two women go at it like this.

“I never really thought that two women could enjoy that kind of sixty-nine,” she whispered to Paul.

“They do love it, don’t they? Would you like to try it?”

Lianna did not answer, but Anne had heard her. She looked over to the girl and said, “lay back, sweetie.”

Lianna did that, taking up a position parallel to Paul on the bed. Anne slid off Beth’s face and brought her own to Lianna’s crotch. “You are going to love this, hon.”

After a few minutes of eating the perfect peach between Lianna’s legs, Anne asked her, “are you ready for my pussy?”

“I guess. Okay.” Lianna was very hesitant, not because she did not want to try it, rather because she was worried about her first time being less than satisfying for the older woman.

“Don’t worry, Lianna. You will do great,” encouraged Beth. She was now watching closely with her face only a few inches from Lianna’s. “It feels incredible because only a woman really knows how….”

The men were now unable to hold themselves back. Terry was the first one to move as he reached out to Beth. Surprisingly, instead of just letting him get closer, Beth said, “if we girls can do that for you, then you can do it for us!!”

At first none of the guys could move. Paul was aghast at the idea; Martin was equally unsure, although he had enjoyed the ass-fucking Lianna had given him with her dildo. Only Terry was able to respond. He reached across the foot of the bed towards Martin, took his cock in one hand and said, “can I suck your cock, Martin?” “Uh… sure. I guess.” Martin wanted to appear less than enthusiastic, though he certainly had enjoyed the last blowjob Terry had given him at Beth’s birthday party.

Terry climbed off the bed, knelt alongside and pulled Martin into position by his cock. As Martin lay back, his big erection pushing towards the ceiling, Terry reached both hands to encircle the shaft. He brought his mouth down onto the head, taking it completely in, but no more. One hand cupped Martin’s huge balls, the other grasped the shaft and was slowly stroking it up and down. Soon, Terry was taking more of the cock into his face. His head bobbed in time to his hand. Martin moaned his pleasure often; his hips were pumping gently towards the cocksucker between his knees.

Paul, without thinking about the situation, decided that he should be getting involved, too. Without a moment’s hesitation, he climbed off the bed and moved over to where Terry was squatting. Without thinking, Paul reached into Terry’s crotch and took the man’s cock into his hand. It was then that Paul remembered how huge the knob was on Terry’s cock.

“I think escort ankara I’m in too deep,” he said aloud as he held the big cock.

“Go for it, Paul,” encouraged Beth. She had been watching all along and was completely turned on from the scene that was unfolding. Her husband was getting a blowjob from her worker’s husband, and her best friend was about to blow the husband. Wow!

Anne chimed in with, “suck his cock, Paul. He’ll love it. Trust me, it’s not so difficult.”

When Lianna hesitatingly whispered, “I would love to see that, too,” Paul knew there was no turning back. He lay down near Terry’s crotch; Terry had adjusted his position to give Paul full access. The first touch of a man’s cock on his lips was an amazing, sensual feeling. Despite the many blowjobs that Paul had received in his life, he had never imagined how erotic it would be to be giving one.

By now the three women had taken up comfortable positions watching the men put on their show. But soon they, too, took up positions for a lesbian daisy-chain. Beth had her head near the foot of the bed and could watch Terry sucking Martin from close up. “God! That’s sexy!”

Lianna was next with her face in Beth’s cunt. She was already adept at eating pussy and was making the most of the opportunity. Anne was last in the chain and was eating Lianna’s tender cunt. She was positioned over Lianna in a sixty-nine position, but facing the wrong way. Her own pussy was wide open for all three men to gaze at. It was juicy, wide open and perfectly smooth. Almost as smooth as Lianna’s young cunt, with its sparse juvenile pubic hair.

Paul was doing his best with Terry’s manhood. He had succeeded in taking the whole of the purple knob into his mouth but was unable to take much more. Using the ample saliva coating the big shaft, he was using his hand to simultaneously masturbate and suck Terry off. The texture of the penis, the feeling of the rigid shaft in his hand, hell, the whole scene was doing incredible things to his cock. It had never been so rock hard. After a long time working on Terry, Paul finally began to get some real feedback. Terry had to stop blowing Martin to ask Paul, “can I come in your mouth?”

Paul replied with a muffled affirmative grunt. That was enough for Terry who promptly fired off a load of come into Paul’s surprised mouth. Still, he captured almost all of the semen, only swallowing a few drops. An idea had come to him at the same time and he was ready to follow through.

With Terry finished ejaculating in his mouth, Paul let go of the thick cock and made his way back onto the bed. There, he hovered over Beth’s face. As she watched, Paul let a few drops of come fall out of his mouth towards hers. Beth opened her mouth wide and caught the first of the drops. With her eyes she asked Paul to continue. He did and a long, thick stream of Terry’s ejaculation dripped a foot or more from Paul’s mouth into the waiting throat below him.

Not to be outdone, Beth pulled away and moved over to Anne. She repeated the same act with her friend, dripping a mouthful of come into her mouth. As she finished, Beth asked Lianna, “can we do it with you, too?”

Though rather shocked at what was happening, Lianna was not about to say no. This was far too exciting for her and she did not want it to end. Ever.

Anne took her mouthful of her husband’s sperm, leaned over Lianna’s soft, delicate and impressive tits and she let his spunk drizzle all over the girl’s chest. Before she was even finished, Beth had already dived in and was eating the come off Lianna’s tits. Anne joined her and in moments, all traces were gone.

The effect of the whole scene had been to make Martin shoot off in Terry’s face as he watched the event before him. Come was spattered all over the man’s mouth, chin and chest. Unasked, Beth moved to Terry and licked every drop of her husband’s sperm off.

“I have now had one of my greatest fantasies realized,” glowed Anne as she looked to every person in the room.

“What was that?” asked Lianna.

“I have always wanted to see a man come in my husband’s face. Thank you, honey,” she said to Terry.

“How about you, Lianna?” asked Beth.

Hesitating, though no one knew why, the eighteen year-old replied, “I have been pretty curious about eating out another woman.”

“How was it?”

“Wow! Can I do it again sometime?

“How about you, Beth?” asked Paul. He knew what her fantasy was and this seemed the perfect chance to bring it up.

“I think I have tried almost everything when it comes to sex,” she replied, “but there’s one thing that somehow I have never had the nerve to try.”

“What it is,” asked Terry, anxious to join in if needed.

“DP!” was the curt answer.

“What’s DP?” asked Anne and Lianna simultaneously.

“Double penetration.” Paul jumped in with the answer. He had been awaiting this moment for a very long time as Beth had confided to him many months before that a double-penetration was the one thing she longed to try, but had never found the right moment, or partners.

Without any organisation at all, it was decided that Martin and Terry were the two to fulfill Beth’s fantasy. Paul, of course, would take the pictures. The other two would watch, of course.

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It was nearly 3 in the morning when the phone rang and brought me from a dead sleep. I fumbled in the dark to find the phone.

“Hello?” I said with a dry throat.

There was silence on the other end, so I waited just a few seconds. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard the sound of giggling young girls.

“Hello?” I said again after clearing my throat.

“We’ve been watching you and we think you are cute.” A young voice on the other end of the line said.

“Really?” I said, trying to play along.

“Really.” the voice said back. “We watched you mow your yard today and it really made us hot when you took off your shirt.”

“We?” I said. “That would be you and who else?”

After more giggling the voice replied “Me and my girlfriend. We like to rub each others pussies while we watch you.”

“Where do you watch me from?” I asked.

“From my bedroom window.” The voice replied.

I jumped from my bed and went to my window to look out. Staring back at me were the neighbor’s 18-year-old daughter and her friend. Our second story bedroom windows were directly across from each other and only about 10 feet apart. I had on occasion caught glimpses of my young neighbor changing, but being on the phone with her while looking at her standing in the window in nothing but a sheer nightgown was extremely exciting.

“You’re breathing heavy.” She said.

“The two of you are beautiful.” I replied.

“We’re also horny.” She said as I watched her slide her hand up her leg and to her pussy. Her friend was nibbling her ear and rubbing her breasts while she talked to me.

“MMMMMMMmmmmmmm.” She moaned. “Do you wanna watch us play with each other?”

“That would be nice.” I replied. “But it’s kind of hard to see from here. Why don’t you come over and we can all watch each other up close.”

There was a pause, and more moaning, then I heard the phone disconnect. I watched as they embraced each other and began kissing. I assumed that my invitation was not what they had in mind, so I stood close to the window trying to see as much as possible.

The neighbor girl’s hands were rubbing passionately up and down her friends back causing her night gown to ride up and show her firm milky white ass cheeks. Their kiss seemed ankara escort to go on forever and was making my dick grow harder and harder by the second until finally it was throbbing and I had to touch it.

I pulled my shorts to the side and my erect member popped out waiting for attention. I began to squeeze it and stroke it softly while I watched the two young girls make out. I was jacking my self off fast and hard when they quit kissing and turned to the window. They saw me masturbating, giggled and laughed, then closed the curtains.

“Those fucking little teases!” I said out loud. They got me all hard and horny, and just left me. My disappointment went straight to my dick and in no time, it was hanging soft again. I pushed it back into my pants and went downstairs for a glass of water before I returned to bed.

I retrieved some ice from the freezer and some tap water from the sink and started back up the stairs when the doorbell rang. I stopped in my tracks. “No way!” I thought. “If I go answer that door, there will be no one there and those two little teases will be hiding somewhere laughing.” Then it rang again. I was sure that this was just part of their tease, but curiosity had the best of me and I had to find out for sure.

When I opened the front door I expected to see nothing but the empty porch, but instead, there stood the neighbor girl and her friend.

“Well….uh…hello.” I said surprised.

“Hi” Said the neighbor girl. “I’m Lisa from next door.” Looking at her friend she continued “And this is my friend Cat.”

“Well….uh…..come on inside.” I said, still finding it hard to believe they were really there.

They stepped inside, and I closed the door with out once taking my eyes off of them. Lisa was a frail looking teen, not tall, but skinny and for the most part, pretty plain. Her hair was blonde and cut really short. Her eyes a bright shade of green with high cheek bones that made her look as though she was always smiling. Her shoulders were relaxed and the nightgown she was wearing was hanging off of one shoulder revealing the top of her breast, which seemed to be a small a-cup.

Cat was just as plain, but with slightly longer, shoulder length red hair and milky white skin. Her nightgown was very ankara escort bayan sheer and revealed her much larger c-cup breasts and erect nipples. She was a few inches shorter than Lisa and seemed to still have most of her baby fat. Her nightgown fit tight and showed a good outline of her wide hips and thick legs.

Even though somewhat plain, I was in awe at the site of two teenage girls standing in front of me in their nightgowns. My dick began to react immediately.

“We’ve never done anything like this.” Cat said.

“It was my idea.” said Lisa. “We just think you are cute and we get so horny when we watch you.”

It was unbelievable. The dialogue and the situation was right out of a 70’s porno movie, but these girls were not 25 year olds in pigtails, they were real teenage girls and apparently very horny.

“Well, we should go to my room and get a little more comfortable.” I said.

They both smiled shyly and followed me up the stairs to my bedroom where I offered them a seat on the bed. I stood in front of them and pushed my shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Their eyes grew large as they took in the site of my rock hard dick protruding from between my legs.

“You girls weren’t this shy on the phone.” I said. “Let me watch you undress each other.”

Lisa stood and Cat followed her lead. One at a time they helped each other pull the nightgowns up and over their heads until they both stood before me in nothing but their cotton panties.

“Lisa. Why don’t you help Cat with her underwear.” I said.

She bent at the waist and started to push Cat’s panties over her ass.

“Wait.” I said. “Get down on your knees and kiss her stomach as you pull them down.”

“Yes, that’s it.” I said as I stroked my dick and watched her follow my orders exactly.

“Lower.” I said. “Kiss her between her legs. Use your tongue.”

Lisa did as I said and began kissing and tonguing Cat’s pussy. Cat spread her legs farther apart to give her friend easier access. I jacked myself off and watched until I could see that Lisa was getting uncomfortable being on her knees with her neck arched so.

“Cat.” I said. “I think Lisa looks uncomfortable in those panties, why don’t you two switch places for escort ankara a moment.”

They did as I said once again and I continued my masturbation as I watched Cat passionately burry her face between her friend’s legs.

After a few minutes I said, “Why don’t you lay on the bed Lisa, and spread your legs really wide so Cat and I can lick you together.”

They both smiled and Lisa scooted her thin body onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Cat and I laid side by side, each of us with a hand on Lisa’s small tits, and our tongues licking her pussy. Lisa moaned out loud, her body tensing and relaxing over and over from the oral pleasure.

“Oh my god!” Lisa screamed as her back arched and she came to an intense orgasm.

As Lisa relaxed, I pushed Cats hand to my dick and she began to squeeze it.

“It’s so hard.” Cat said.

“It’s hard for you two.” I replied. “It wants you to kiss it.”

Cat giggled and scooted down in the bed where she began to give my dick small wet kisses.

“Oh Yes!.” I said, “That’s it. Now take it in your mouth and suck it.”

She did as I asked and proceeded to suck me like she was a pro.

“Oh shit!” I said “That’s it. Oh yes that feels good. Now put your pussy in my face while you suck me.”

She turned so that she was on top of me and her pussy was in my face while she sucked me and soon Lisa was lying beside me, the same direction as Cat and they were taking turns swallowing my cock.

My face was covered with Cat’s pussy juice as I pushed my tongue against her clit and grinded it back and forth, up and down. As she began to cum, she sat up and smothered my face while fucking my tongue. At the same time, I felt Lisa lower herself onto my cock and begin bucking her hips wildly.

When Cats orgasm subsided, she fell to the bed next to me and I watched Lisa’s face as she bucked her hips wildly back and forth. It wasn’t long and that familiar urge to cum had filled my groin. I didn’t want to cum inside her but I didn’t want to stop her. It felt too good. I finally exploded inside her and as I did she began to scream out in pleasure.

Just then, the sound of loud music filled my head and realized that my radio alarm clock was blaring at full volume. Lisa moved out of my way and I reached to turn it off. When I rolled back over onto my back, I was alone. The sun was shining through my window and it was 6 in the morning. My pubic hair was covered with my own cum as was the sheet that I was under.

“Damn!” I said out loud. “It just a fucking dream.”

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Trina reached across the kitchen counter to grab another lemon. “So who wants another lemon drop?” Mike Laura and Lyn all raised their hands in the air without looking Trina’s way, Brian shook his head no as he took another swig of his beer, and Ben raised his leg in the air from where he lay on the couch. “I’ll take it that means you want one too honey?” She said with a slight grin on her face before she dabbed the newly cut lemons into sugar and then grabbed the bottle of vodka as she went back into the living room. This was somewhere around everyone’s fourth shot for the evening with the exception of Brian who was none the less starting up his fourth beer, but he’d done a shot of firewater with everyone earlier between beer number two and three.

The Truth or Dare game was going quite well. Trina’s breasts were all but falling out of a folded over spandex top due to a dare she’d received earlier. Ben was down to his boxers and as he moved about, the opening in the front gave a very slight view of what was hidden inside. Mike had on just a shirt and a male thong due to Laura’s earlier suggestion for a dare. Laura herself was now down to her bra and panties, but Mike lay in front so that his head and body covered most of the delicious view. Brian wore a sheet that was wrapped around the rest of him in the shape of a toga. It was assumed that he had taken everything else off as the earlier dare had requested. And Lyn sat on her knees with just a T-shirt to cover herself with.

“Bottoms up!” Trina said as she took her shot of vodka and chased it with her sugared lemon. Everyone else followed suit. “Well I think it’s your turn Laura. Truth or Dare?”

Laura glanced in Trina’s direction and then down at Mike who lay against her chest waiting for her to respond as well. “Well I suppose truth since I only have two more items left to take of and I’m sure Mike would love to help me do so if I should be dared to.”

Ben took the initiative, “Alright, where is the kinkiest place you’ve ever had sex?” “Oh that’s easy, on one of the platforms on stage during a play rehearsal. We had to be very quiet, which was the toughest part.”

Everyone giggled. “Okay Brian, now you.” Laura waited for a reply.

“Truth, lay it one me!” Brian seemed almost eager to spill his guts.

“Which female here would you like to fuck the most?” Laura’s grin did not go unnoticed. Brian took a quick glance around the room. Lyn could only assume that he was trying to sum up each female or at least pretending to not know already.

“They are each extremely fuckable,” he stated noticing the happy smiles that were now creeping onto each female’s mouth.

“Flattery will get you anywhere and anything.” Trina stated achieving eye contact with Brian as he looked specifically her way.

“Well in that case Trina, because she seems eager enough that I won’t ware her out after the first round.” Brian smiled a proud smile assured in the knowledge that he had made the right choice, at least for the time being. Lyn was certain that he’d get a fuck from her later now for sure.

Lyn glanced at Brian out of the corner of her eye and thought, ‘you want to talk about fuckable.’ “Mmmmmmm”

Brian then turned to see Lyn’s gaze. “And now you Lyn.” Brian was grinning as though he’d heard her thought and now had collateral on her or something.

Lyn took a quick breath, “Truth, I only have the shirt left.” Brian turned toward her to look her straight in the eye.

“How many guys have you been with total?” In less than a second Lyn’s heart sank. Being a virgin was something she was usually proud to announce, yet recently she’d reached an age where she felt horny so often and found herself developing new and improved fantasies of what she’d like to do with a few choice guys. She’d even contemplated getting bold enough to jump a guy and tell him he would be her fuck toy for the evening, but sadly Lyn was not very bold so she waited for the guys to make the first move. Oh she’d found a few guys to play with since her horny episodes had started. She’d sucked and jerked them off and allowed them to gratify her the same way, but she’d never gone any further with them although she’d seriously considered it with the last guy she’d played with.

“You mean been with during sexual activities or for sex?” Lyn awaited her possible doom.

“Good old, down and dirty, sex my dear. How many?”

Lyn sighed. “None.”

“None?” Brian straightened up his back, but did not look away. “You’ve got to be kidding. How could you look so yummy and still be a virgin?” The out loud voicing of that ‘V’ word made Lyn shift uncomfortably. She suddenly wondered how a word so simple could go from being a term for prideful admiration to something that now seemed too vile to even mention.

“Not even one thrust?” Ben was no longer lounging on the couch; he had sat up and was looking right at Lyn with renewed interest. Trina gave Ben a half slap ankara escort to the chest as if to say, careful what you say she might be sensitive.

“No. Look you don’t have to treat it like it’s something horrible. Just because I’m a…virgin, it doesn’t mean I don’t have any sexual appetite or anything. I mean I have fantasies everyday, and practically all the time. Plus it’s not like each of you were not at one time virgins as well. Of course I suppose now you’re all gonna look at me differently, treat me like a china dish that could get broken. Great going Lyn, no more fun parties for you. Should I leave now or wait for the entire mood to be killed?” Lyn started to get up.

“I thought you were a virgin all along.” Lyn turned to look at Laura who had removed herself from the mission of being Mike’s personal pillow and was now kneeling on Lyn’s right side. “We don’t want you to leave Lyn, and I promise I will not treat you like a piece of fragile china, if you want to stay.” Lyn caught herself glancing down at Laura’s cleavage shot and lifted them to look Laura in the eye.

“I don’t want to leave; I just figured that you would all think I was somehow no longer appropriate for this party. It seems whenever I tell some guy he gets all choked up and disappears.” Laura brushed a strand of Lyn’s hair behind her right ear.

“Well I can understand their not being sure if they should stay around,” Brian chimed in and all the females turned to give him a look but he continued on as though he didn’t notice at all, “I mean if they wanted to fuck you and they just discovered that you were a virgin that didn’t want to be fucked…well they would have to remove themselves from the scene to keep from going mad.” Brian reached out and touched Lyn’s arm.

“And what makes you think that all virgins don’t want to be fucked?” Lyn watched as the look of certainty, instead of Brian himself, disappeared. His light grip of support on her arm all but disappeared it was so gentle. “Is that such a huge surprise?”

“Well, actually yeah.” Ben chimed in. “I mean usually if a girl has been able to remain a virgin till now she’s not interested in losing it till say, after marriage.”

“But that’s not the case with everyone. I just took longer than most to realize I want sex, plus looking back I don’t think there were many good choices laid out to me along the way. Good choices are essential to the first time sex mood after all.” Lyn suddenly realized that she was now the center of attention of everyone and felt herself begin to blush. She heard a tiny noise and turned to look at Brian. Seeing a huge grin on his face she inquired. “What, what is it? Did I say something funny?”

“I was just wondering if you’ve found any good choices lately?” Brian then took a long glance up and down Lyn’s form as though he were a dog sizing up a juicy looking slab of meat.

Lyn started to grin herself now. “I’ve found a few likely candidates, but of course as horny as I can be I’d still like to remember my first time as being gentle and special, so he’d have to be willing to slow it down a bit and make it memorable, if you know what I mean.”

Brian smiled and then winked at her before he broke contact and turned to look at the others. “Well it’s your turn then Lyn, choose your victim.” Lyn wasn’t sure if he meant choose a sex partner or choose the next person for a truth or dare question. So she opted for truth or dare just to be sure.

“Alright, Trina truth or dare?” After Trina picked dare Lyn opted to have Trina do a lap dance for Brian. As tightly as his toga was wrapped it was clear he wouldn’t be able to hide his excitement from everyone looking on. Lyn found herself staring more at his growing excitement then she had planned. Then as Trina was finishing Brian looked over at her and she blushed as she looked forward again.

Trina then picked Mike who chose dare and was promptly instructed to take Laura into the bedroom and make her a much happier person then she even was already in five minutes or less. We began the timer as soon as the door was closed behind them. Delighted giggles started to emanate from Laura and we all smiled at each other. Ben took the moment to grab Trina’s waist from behind and pull her into his lap for a kiss that quickly started to trail it’s way down to her all but exposed boobs. Lyn was watching absentmindedly. Then without realizing it her throat let go of a slight moan.

This is when she felt Brian’s hand wrap around her waist from behind to the opposite side from where he sat. As she turned to look at him his other arm wrapped around her front and he scooted himself even closer. His mouth then quickly found hers and she immediately opened up for his tongue to enter and play with hers. She was leaning into the kiss now which caused her un-constricted boobs to brush against his chest. She was very aware that all that separated them was his toga sheet and her cotton T-shirt. ankara escort bayan She shifted her legs to be more comfortable and felt the T-shirt ride up her thigh. She had just started to have a fleeting thought about this when Brian’s hand went down and began to caress her thigh driving the shirt even higher. She loved the feel of his hands on her skin.

Lyn broke off the kiss for a brief min to change position a little. She wanted to be closer, if that was possible. Now on her knees she was beginning to straddle Brian’s knees, which were folded neatly beneath him. Just as she was getting happy with her new close position and was prepared to sit back down with her bare crotch against his she felt Brian’s hands come to rest on her bare bottom. He was lifting her back up a little. Lyn was unsure why till she saw a clear look of want in his eyes before he bent his head to capture one of her tits, through her shirt, in his mouth. Lyn moaned lightly as he warmed the flesh there with his mouth and flicked her tit so delightfully with his tongue.

Lyn felt her head falling back as he went for the second tit and repeated almost the same motion. His hands no longer had to lift her butt to keep her at a desirable height, so instead they started to slowly work their way up under her shirt leaving tender trails along her back. Lyn arched a bit as she relished in the feeling. Out of the corner of her eye Lyn noticed Trina and Ben. Ben was laying out flat with his legs out stretched and his hands held his upper body up to see Trina working on his cock below. Trina had clearly taken off his boxers and was on her knees with her head down low and her ass up in the air as she worked away on Ben. Her slinky top had been removed and her breasts were hanging down and slightly bouncing as she worked her mouth up and down Ben’s shaft. Lyn felt herself even more aroused by the scene and hoped she’d get the chance to try that as well.

Just then Brian caught Lyn looking over at the other couple and realized how turned on she was getting. He released her nipples and when Lyn’s head swung back to see why he quickly removed her shirt and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss and slowly let her body fall backwards to the ground. Once she was flat on her back Brian trailed his tongue on a path down her neck and circled around each breast and then down over her belly then just before he reached her crotch he pulled back. Lyn was momentarily disappointed but looked up to see Brian untying his toga knot and then she smiled getting a first glimpse of his gorgeous bare chest. Once the toga was gone his right hand reached out to squeeze and stroke her breasts. Lyn arched her back, happy to be caressed there. Then his left hand found her crotch and Lyn felt herself melt as he started to flick her clit with his thumb. A sigh of pleasure escaped from her mouth and then she felt his finger slide along her moist trail and slowly enter her there. She moaned again, which he took as a good sign and began pumping her slowly with his finger. He did this for a few seconds till he felt her responding well, and then added a second finger to widen her a little more. He continued to go slowly until he had three fingers inside her pumping in and out. He then removed all three fingers and leaned forward slightly and placed himself at her entrance. Lyn could feel the head of his cock hovering over her very wet opening. She glanced up to smile at him. Brian leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “If you don’t want this then tell me now.”

“I want you inside me, Brian.” Lyn whispered back relishing in the moment. Brian then began to slowly enter her. She winced a little at the initial shock of being spread even further than the three fingers, but the pain soon subsided as he slowly pumped his cock just there at that spot, then sensing that Lyn was handling it better he drove his cock in a little deeper repeating the same slow pumping action. He continued to do this until he had worked himself almost the whole way in and then he began to pump a little harder. Lyn had felt her hymen break, but it wasn’t as painful as she had thought it would be. Brian was so attentive to her facial expressions that any time she winced even a tiny bit he had known to take it slower till the pain had past. Now no more pain was there and Lyn was relishing in the feel of his cock filling her insides. She let herself go and started to pump her own hips up toward him.

Lyn could now feel herself approaching an edge of orgasm and her breathing got faster and louder. Brian seemed to sense her orgasm coming on, and started to work himself in and out even faster. He wanted her first time to be very memorable. He had to concentrate really hard on something else to keep himself from getting close to the brink. She was so tight that it was very difficult to do so, but he wanted to try. Then Lyn felt herself explode over the edge. “Mmmmmm Ohhhhhhh!” Brian slowed his pumps down to a very escort ankara slow pace as he worked himself back out of her. She laid there with her eyes closed looking quiet satiated and he couldn’t help but grin. Once he’d removed himself completely he noticed Lyn’s eyes opening again. “Thank you, that was fabulous.” Lyn smiled and Brian leaned forward and gave her a long hard kiss.

“Looks like you guys had some fun there.” Lyn and Brian broke off their kiss and glanced over to see Laura and Mike standing next to each other smiling very wide grins as they surveyed the scene. Trina and Ben had also stopped and were looking on with smiles as well. Lyn felt herself blush and was sure she looked bright red. “Oh, but we’re sorry to interrupt.” Mike’s words did not go along with his facial expression.

Trina then crawled towards them. Looks like you left him in quite a state, Lyn. Mind if I help him with that?” Lyn looked over to see Trina reaching out a hand to Brian’s engorged cock. Lyn wasn’t sure what to say to that, but luckily didn’t have much chance to say anything before her mouth enveloped his cock for a taste. Mike and Laura sat down on the floor with everyone else and kissed softly. Trina released herself from his cock and turned to look at everyone. “Mmmm very tasty Lyn I had no idea, I might just have to try you later on too.” Trina winked and then went back to Brian’s cock.

Lyn looked over to see Laura going over to Ben and then Mike was suddenly squatting at Lyn’s side. “If it’s as tasty as Trina says then I want a try.” With that Mike bent down and started to lick Lyn’s clit. Lyn felt herself getting aroused again and spread her legs further apart. Mike wrapped his arms under and around her legs to hold them where he wanted them. Lyn sighed blissfully as he worked his way from her clit down to her entrance and then dove his tongue inside. Lyn glanced up to see Ben and Laura now in a 69 position.

After a few moments of this Mike looked up again and crawled up to kiss Lyn. Then he lifted her upper body so that she was now sitting up and they glanced around the room. Laura was now on her hands and knees taking Brian from behind. Lyn wasn’t sure when they’d switched partners, but she liked where this was going. Trina was kissing Brian as he pumped in and out of Laura. And Ben was placing himself on the floor beneath Laura so she could suck on him. Lyn suddenly got an urge to go over there, and decided to kneel at an angle next to Ben and stroked his balls while Laura sucked on his cock. Before she could think about it she was leaning forward to lick and alternate sucking Ben’s cock with Laura. Lyn felt her backside being lifted into the air and then she felt Mike’s cock sliding across the entrance to her slit. He slowly entered her, and Lyn didn’t feel much pain from it any longer. Only a little soreness perhaps, but it quickly subsided. He pumped in and out for a short while and then pulled out. Lyn momentarily was surprised and stopped to turn and look back at him.

Mike placed the head of his cock up against Lyn’s rose bud. And looked at her waiting for her to tell him no, but instead Lyn just smiled, spread her legs a bit wider and went back to licking Ben’s cock. Mike took this as a clear ‘Go for it’ sign and started to work his wet cock into Lyn’s tight ass. Lyn moaned at first at the size of his cock. She’d used her toy at home for this several times to get off, but the size and feel of the toy at home could never compare to this. As Mike started to pump harder Lyn had to re-arrange where her hands were to brace her body from the force of the motion. She could feel her pussy dripping wet as it always did when she played anal activities at home.

Lyn couldn’t continue to suck on Ben’s cock she was so lost in the wonderful bliss of Mike entering her ass. Pumping in and out of her again and again. She didn’t realize that she had closed her eyes till she suddenly felt someone’s tongue licking at her clit. She glanced around to her side to see Trina now lapping away at her pussy. Brian was just beginning to fuck Trina’s hole. Lyn looked back forward to see Laura’s smile as she leaned in to kiss Lyn. Their lips met and they began to tease each other with their tongues.

Lyn could feel Mike’s cock start to twitch inside of her and she decided to use her muscles to contract a bit to help him reach release. She was rewarded with a stream of hot cum that spilled into her bowels. Mike finally pulled out and Lyn rolled over onto her back, spent from the activity. Brian and Ben also both pulled out and started to pump their cocks. Trina took the initiative to begin sucking on each of their cocks in turn. Lyn broke away from Laura’s mouth and started to stroke Laura’s breasts. Laura almost instinctively moved herself further up and on top so Lyn could taste each of her tits. Lyn sucked on one tit and then the other, lightly biting at each and then gently suckling on each as well. Lyn’s right hand went down to Laura’s slit and she began to rub and flick Laura’s clit, which provided tiny whimpers from Laura’s sexy mouth. Just as she was getting ready to fit her finger into Laura’s entrance Lyn instead felt something hard enter there instead and then a slight vibration.

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The sky was dark as the clouds rolled in from the north. A true “Norther” was on the way with high winds and plunging temperatures. On the road hitch hiking was not a good place, and not a single structure was visible from the highway.

The beeping of a horn caused me to look back over my shoulder into the wind. As the SUV pulled to a halt a window rolled down and a woman spoke; “Do you want a place to stay until the weather improves?”

My stuff and I ended up in the cargo area because that was the only empty space. The SUV was crowded with six other people; three couples. The oldest couple was in their late forties or early fifties, while the others were in their early to mid twenties.

“I’m Nell and this is John.” said the lady in the front seat. “The girls are my daughters Kendra and Kassy, and the men are Dave and Wylie.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Rick. Thanks for the lift.

All I could see of John was the back of his head, but Nell was a good-looking woman. Her hair was light blond, and she had a permanent tan because of years in the sun. Kendra and Kassy were a very attractive pair of identical twins, and clearly a product of their mother. Dave and Wylie were their opposites, with dark eyes and tresses as a compliment to the twins’ fair skin, blond hair, and blue eyes.

We rode in silence as the SUV continued down the highway until we reached their turnoff, and came to a stop. “Rick, we live way out here because of our “no clothes” life-style. We make no exceptions. At our home no one is allowed to wear any clothes except for safety. Do you have a problem with nudity?” Nell asked.

“I don’t think so, I’ve . . .”

A voice interrupted; “I’m Kendra, are you worried about your cock getting hard and us seeing it?”

Laughing, Nell said; “If you are like the boys when they first joined us you will walk around with a permanent hard-on. Don’t worry about it; we understand. Matter of fact we will put it to good use. But, if you have a problem now is the time to get out.”

I was in somewhat of a bind. On the practical side the terrible weather was getting worse, we were a long way out in the middle of no where, and I had no where else to stay. From another point of view Nell had in so many words said a hard-on would get me laid.

“Nudity is okay. I’ll deal with it.”

Then turned and headed into the foothills. The trip was mostly up hill, but at last we descended into a deep, steep valley, and I could see nice fences, a barn, and a large house.

We pulled to a stop and everyone hustled into the house. “Kassy, show Rick to the guest room, and Rick, just a reminder, clothes are not an option. From now until you leave you will remain naked.” Nell flatly stated.

Kassy showed me the room, and I started to sort out my bag and get undressed. The house rules that required nudity in front of strangers, including women, posed a serious problem. I would get by, but it bothered me.

The door opened and a naked twin walked through. She was beautiful; blond, blue eyes, medium height, c-cup tits, and a carefully trimmed pubic bush with no hair on the lips. My dick reacted fast, and was at full staff in a matter of seconds.

“I’m Kendra; you can tell by this little scar here next to my right eye. Also I shave my pussy lips. Kassy doesn’t shave hers.” she said rapidly then rattled on; “I don’t know why we have that door. It is the only one in the house. We don’t even have doors on the bathrooms.” She paused, then in her non-stop prattle continued:

“This is very disappointing; you are still wearing your clothes. You are supposed to be naked.” Then in a commanding voice: “Take them off right now!”

At the shock of this little snippet giving me an order I hesitated, and started to protest. Kendra, in a calm, but imposing voice added: “You will do well to heed this advice; do what I ask when I ask.”

Without further warning she spun around and planted a roundhouse kick into my abdomen. Immediately, I crumpled to the floor gasping for air.

She let me lay on the floor for a moment to catch my breath. Then she said; “Lets try it again. I’m disappointed; you are still wearing your clothes. Please remove them.” she snarled. “Get up, get up. I want to see you naked, NOW!”

Climbing unsteadily, but as rapidly as I could, I rose to my feet. It passed through my mind to protest, but better sense prevailed, and the clothes fell from my body. I stood in front of her naked, still gasping, and with a rampant erection.

“Oho, that looks nice.” Kendra said as she reached out to caress my prick. “As much as I want to play we’ll have to do it later. Right now ankara escort lets go downstairs.” Looking back over her shoulder: “Are you coming, or do we need to speak some more?”

Downstairs we found everyone in a large room with a fire roaring in the fireplace. As expected everyone was naked, and I quickly noted these were beautiful people. There was not a bad body in the bunch. Everyone was firm, and had an all over tan. The woman’s tits were full and round with long nipples. I’ve never cared for huge tits; the DD Super Tit is just not my thing. All three women were in the 34B to 36C range; a size that fit well with their bodies.

The men were tall, tan, and tightly muscled. The one unusual thing was their penis size. All of them were hard, very skinny, and not one was over five inches long. In normal circles my six and one half inches was average, but here it was huge.

Kendra and I picked up a drink, and we fell into casual conversation just as in any home. The men did not say much, but the women told me of their ranch, their family, and what they liked to do. In turn I told them about myself, and how I found myself hitch-hiking across Texas in January. In response they asked many questions about my worldly travels.

My mind was at ease, and most of my body was relaxed, but my dick remained hard as steel. There were just too many tits on display.

With all the tits and pusses to look at I found it strange my gaze continually returned to the little dicks. Despite all those luscious female charms I was drawn again and again to one or another of the men’s groins.

“Little, aren’t they? Would you like to suck one?” Nell casually asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s very obvious you’re watching those cocks. If that’s what you like you are welcome to suck one?”

I quickly responded; “I’m not some fuckin faggot?”

“Of course not. I didn’t mean to imply anything of the sort.” Nell continued. “You seem very much a man’s man. Here we look on sex as a multi-partner event with no distinction as to who can give pleasure. I can’t speak for the men, but we ladies are excited you are here because you are a new experience waiting to happen. I asked if you wanted to suck a cock as a way to start the festivities. If you are not interested in a cock, how about a pussy?”

That idea appealed to me, but to lick a woman while her husband was present did not sit to well. “Husbands and wives make me a little uncomfortable. If you don’t mind I will pass.”

“Kendra, I thought you had instructed him.” Nell said softly. “Offers here are really not suggestions”. Then she quickly spun around with the intent to place another kick in my gut.

That’s was her intent, but I saw it coming and countered in such a way that she landed on the other side of the room. “Let’s get something straight; I’m no one’s whipping boy! Don’t try any of that shit again. If these guys allow you to kick them then so be it, that is their problem. But, no one better try it again with me because I will flat out knock the shit out of you! Do I make myself clear? I’m a nice guy, but I will be a true bad ass if there are any more stunts like that. Kassy, pick up Nell and see if she is alright.”

As Kassy helped Nell return to the group I sat down on the carpet with my back toward the fire. “You folks have pissed me off just a bit. Imagine, trying to kick me because I declined to eat a pussy in front a woman’s man.”

“If your men are as pussy-whipped as they appear I want you to have them do something for me to watch. The sequence doesn’t matter, but I want each one of them to fuck another in the ass.”

Nell jumped to my direction and ordered John to do Wylie while he fucked Dave. Later Dave would do John. It was interesting, funny, and sad to see three grown men grovel at a woman’s command to get a cock in their ass.

In all honesty there was no real challenge because the men had such small dicks. With a little lube each cock easily slipped into its assigned ass-hole, pumped a few times, then squirted out what pathetic juices it could create.

While watching the sad show I turned to Nell and said: “I can see why you need a man around here. Whose pussy do you want me to lick first?”

Before Nell could say anything, Kassy, who was still standing, rushed toward me, knocked me onto my back, and covered my face with that wet area between her legs. Her cunt was sweet, juicy, very hairy as Kendra had advertised, and very responsive to my tongue. The girl understood the purpose of pussy licking. She wiggled her twat on my tongue and moaned as I sucked her clit. Several times she ankara escort bayan squeezed my head as her legs as the muscles contracted when she had an orgasm. To end our tryst I suddenly grabbed her clit with my teeth, and lightly nibbled. The reaction was intense as she screamed with pleasure then fell off my face onto the floor in a dead faint.

“How was that? Did I do it okay? Was I up to your expectations.” I said unnecessarily sarcastically.

The other twin spoke: “Looking at Kassy, I would say you performed in a satisfactory manner. What would you like now: another pussy or would you like one of these shitty LITTLE cocks?”

Nell chipped in: “Have you ever sucked a cock or had one up your ass? I’ve have, and found both very pleasurable and a great deal of fun.”

Neither the thought of sucking a cock nor having one up my ass was high on my list of preferred things to do. However, I was aware of the possible pleasures from a cock rubbing your prostate; maybe with all these little ones available I might give the fuck option a try later. In the mean time: “I want another pussy!”

Nell bumped Kendra out of the way, and walked directly to me, pushed me onto my back, and like her daughter sat on my face. Her position was different and allowed me to suck her cunt and grab her tits: something I did with great enthusiasm. I squeezed her total breast at first, but gradually focused on her long pink nipples. Every time I pinched hard at the ends she would moan and flood my face with her juices.

After several minutes Nell paused her gyrations: “Kassy, what did he do when you screamed at the end?

“Rick, Kassy says you bit her clit. Will you do that to me? Will you make me scream the same way?”

“Since you asked instead of demanded I will give it my best shot.” I responded. I’m not a world famous lover, but I do a good job at eating pussy. There were no complaints since I was a teenager, and what teenager knows how to seriously eat pussy.

As she began to squirm on my face I set about to bring her to a screaming climax. Well into the “Muff Munching”, with Nell continually drenching my face with her juices I felt something new. It took a moment to decipher that someone was licking my cock and balls. It was a gentle stroking much like a cat would use to groom its body. The tongue was warm, but the sensation was immediately cool with the rush of air. The sensation was stimulating, but it would never make me cum. What it did was stroke me onward to make Nell scream in orgasm.

Thus far all my action with Nell was to lick and suck from her hole to her clit and back again. Now I added teeth; a nip here and there as I moved from her fuck-hole toward her clit. I made it a slow process building a fire in her cunt that would emerge as a thunderous scream from her mouth.

I pressed onward bringing her nearer and nearer to the prize until she was absolutely sure her clit was next, but I retreated back to her womb’s entrance and began the process over again. Nip, nip, nip I attacked her sweet tasting, face drenching pussy. She could not take much more, so in a bold move I flew directly from her hole I to her clit, grabbed it in my teeth, and gently nibbled.

Nell exploded. Her orgasm was the most intense I have ever witnessed. The sound began low in her throat then moved to exit her mouth. Here it became an intense, vocal expression of sexual pleasure. Each time I nibbled on her clit she crashed through that barrier between an ever day cum and the higher level of orgasmic rhapsody.

After several minutes I stopped chewing, and with gentle strokes of my tongue throughout her vulva allowed her to regain control of her body. When at last Nell had calmed down to a controllable level she, as with Kassy, fell off my face onto the floor and laid there for several minutes. Occasionally, she would shiver as if a shock had pierced her body, but she eventually calmed, and later regained her composure.

“That was the greatest thing I have ever felt! I hope I remember what you did to me. I’m anxious to try it on one of the girls; probably Kendra as Kassy has already sat on your face. Don’t look so shocked, Rick. I told you we take pleasure wherever and from whomever we can find it.”

Through all of Nell’s excitement the licking on my genitals never stopped. I looked and saw the tongue belonged to Dave, but he was not alone. All the men were linked together sucking cock. Being aware of what previously was the male – female relationship I didn’t know if they were here of their on volition, or if a female had ordered it. On second thought, I really didn’t give a shit why they escort ankara were there; a mouth, regardless of sex, on my cock is a good thing.

A blond stepped over my head giving me a perfect view of her bare-lipped cunt: “You’ve eaten mom and Kassy, and while it appears they had a wonderful time, I want a different part of your body, that hard appendage between your legs. Here is the deal, I want to be on top, and I want that huge cock in my pussy right now.” Then in a plaintive tone Kendra added: “Do you have any objections or problems with that.”

I shook my head no; she then turned around to face me, straddled my body, squatted, grabbed my dick, and impaled herself. The combined wetness of Dave’s saliva on my rock-hard prick and Kendra’s juices made the trip into her pussy feel like riding on a cloud. The tightness of her cunt surprised me, but the folds of her pussy were soft, slick, and comforting to my aching appendage.

“Oh FUCK YES! Your cock feels absolutely wonderful.” she proclaimed. “I have never felt so full. Guys, your sorry excuses for dicks have never made my cunt feel stretched like this.”

“Rick, I hope you’re ready for a ride. I don’t know when I will ever have an opportunity to do this again, and I am going to ride you till you drop.”

I quickly lunged my hips upward lifting Kendra off the floor. In a move, just as fast, I retreated, and she crashed her cunt down onto my engorged shaft. Again and again we plunged up and down: each time bringing Kendra a little closer to climax. She was on a high and was ready to go over the crest when I stopped. It was for just a moment, but long enough to bring her off the edge and make her climb the pleasure hill again. This we did several times till at last I allowed her to explode in an orgasmic blast equal to or exceeding that of the other women.

With her climax came the contractions of her peri-anal muscles around my enlarged fuck-staff. Those contractions propelled me to my own climax, and forced the man-juices from my cock into the furthest depth of her vaginal canal.

After a few minutes Kendra looked at me soulfully: “It may be just wishful hoping, but I am willing to bet we just created a new life. I won’t know for another two weeks, but that was the greatest cum of my life, and I am right at ovulation. Roll me onto my back. I want to keep all your juices inside me.”

We lay there for a long time stroking each other with gentle hands and talking quietly. I learned that Dave, John, and Wylie were relatively new in the women’s lives. In a sad twist, they were the best the women had found in a long time. A quick look showed they knew the score, and recognized their tenure was probably very short.

Kendra whispered: “If I asked would you be our husband for awhile?”

“What do you mean for awhile? Is that until you get tired of me and I am forced to depart?” I asked. “If that is what you mean then my answer is no; I won’t stay past the storm. But, if you are interested in something more lasting then my answer is yes. I am not interested in Nell or Kassy. Don’t misunderstand me; I will enjoy fucking them, but it is with you that I see a future.”

“We’ve known each other for only a few hours,” I continued. “But I am drawn to you in a way I am not drawn to the others. Kassy and your mom are beautiful. They are great sex partners, but you are more than that. I have a bunch of little tell-tale feelings going off in my brain and stomach that say I am well on my way to falling in love with you.”

“You and I must think and feel alike, because I have similar thoughts about you.” Kendra replied. “I want you to stay, and not just because of your cock or tongue. I want you to play a different role in my life; a role greater than as my most recent significant other. Please don’t misunderstand me; I want that wonderful piece of meat between your legs fucking me on a very frequent basis. It felt great in my pussy, and I can hardly wait to suck it, or for you to put it in my ass, but I also want something beyond fucking.”

After the storm passed we asked the men if they wanted to go or remain in a different capacity: as ranch hands, and occasional entertainment for the women. After about a microsecond of consideration they each decided to remain.

During the days ahead I found much work necessary to keep the ranch in operational shape. At night, Nell, Kassy, and especially Kendra kept me sexually busy and satisfied. Two weeks after our first encounter, Kendra confirmed her pregnancy, and shortly after that we went to town to be legally married. Late in the summer, Kendra delivered a set of healthy fraternal twins we named Daniel and Darlene.

My life is happy; I have one woman who truly loves me, three women who regularly fuck me, some short-dick ranch hands that take care of the women when I am exhausted, and a small brood of kids with two different moms, but who all call me Daddy.

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Ann knew that Tuesday night would be a good night to go to Kristopher’s for the first time. Kristopher’s was a popular lesbian bar in town. Ann knew that Tuesday night was date night for her daughter Marie and Marie’s husband Brad, and Ann knew that Marie would not be at Kristopher’s on a Tuesday night.

Ann wasn’t trying to hide anything from Marie–Dear God they had already had incredible lesbian sex together, and also with another hot mother-daughter couple in all variations of coupling. Not to mention the incredible experience of Marie arranging and participating in Ann’s first big black cock gang bangs.

No, Ann wasn’t embarrassed or trying to hide anything. She just wanted to see if she still “had it” at her age, having just turned 64. And her recent escapades, all engineered by Marie, had her feeling free and confident and sexy, but also wanting to see how she might do on her own.

Ann slutted up her makeup quite a bit, and dressed to impress in black stilettos and fishnet thigh highs and the classic little black dress, barely long enough to cover the tops of the thigh highs. No bra or panties. Lots of bling, including big slutty hoop earrings and a discrete ankle bracelet with two women entangled. She slipped her favorite vibrator in her handbag, along with a fresh pack of Marlboro Ultra Light 100s and a silver lighter, perfect timing as her Uber arrived.

She finished her glass of wine and headed out of her condo. She was relieved to see that the driver was an attractive middle aged woman, driving a pretty blue VW all electric SUV. The driver introduced herself as Jane, and Ann settled in the back seat for the 30 minute drive to Kristopher’s. Ann was craving a cigarette as the sexual tension was rising in her.

As if a mind reader, Jane said, “Ann, it’s okay if you want to smoke, I can open the sunroof if you’d like.”

“How did you know?” replied Ann, laughing and lighting up as the sunroof slid open.

“Well, your trip is booked to Kristopher’s and I know that it allows smoking, and most of the women I Uber there enjoy a cigarette,” Jane said, continuing “I’ve even ducked in there for a smoke from time to time.”

Jane quickly ran through her history–recently quit teaching, bored and husband works too much, so Ubering mostly for fun. But she did mention that home football weekends were huge for her financially, and bursa escort shd also said that some of the sorority girls she Ubered were hotties.

Ann filed all this away in her mind. They arrived at Kristopher’s and Jane said “happy hunting” to Ann as she exited the SUV and headed toward the door. Ann laughed and made a mental note to give Jane a huge tip once she settled in.

Ann took a cushioned, backed stool at the bar, ordered a glass of house white wine and pulled a fresh cigarette from the pack. Before Ann could reach for her lighter the pretty blonde bartender stepped forward with her lighter and did the honors for Ann, making eye contact the entire time. Ann returned the flirtatious eye contact, inhaling deeply and blowing a thin plume of smoke directly at the sexy bartender. Ann swore that she saw the young hottie breath in some of the smoke. As the bartender walked away to another customer, Ann took another deep drag and tilted her head back as she exhaled upward, arching her back to show off her neckline and wonderful cleavage. She pulled up her Uber app to tip Jane and to message her a “thanks for the lift” text.

Ann was already feeling the buzz of wine and nicotine and sexual energy, and she liked the feeling. Marie had been right, Ann should have opened up years ago. Ann’s pussy tingled as she reflected on the past 2 weeks, and as she thought about the evening before her. She wondered how many of her daughter’s lesbian encounters started right here at this same bar.

“I’m Sarah,” said the pretty blonde bartender, lighting a Virginia Slim and blowing a thin stream of her own smoke toward Ann. “You’re Ann aren’t you, Marie’s Mom?”

“Yes I am, how did you know?” replied Ann, a bit taken aback.

“Marie was in last night,” Sarah said, “and she showed me your picture and said that you’d probably be coming in solo sometime. She asked me to take care of you.”

Ann chuckled at the innuendo, sipped her wine and enjoyed her cigarette. She swiveled on her bar stool to take in the sights. Kristopher’s was not large, 12 seats at the bar and about 12 high top tables scattered on one main floor. There was a small step up area off the main floor that contained 6 booths that were slightly more private.

There were three other women at the bar, one sitting alone and two sitting together, all three dressed in classy business bursa escort bayan attire as if just off work. Another dozen or so were scattered around various hightop tables in groups of two or three. One woman sat alone at a booth in the step up area. All the women were pretty, “lipsticks” if you will, and almost all of them were smoking white filtered cigarettes of varying brands.

“That’s my Grandmother,” Sarah the bartender motioned toward the woman sitting alone in the booth in the step up area, “she just texted me and asked me to ask you to join her.”

Ann thanked Sarah, shouldered her purse and with wine glass and cigarette in hand she crossed the bar, feeling hungry eyes feasting upon her and enjoying it. As she approaced the booth Sarah’s grandmother took a sip of wine, lit a fresh Virginia Slim and rose to meet her.

“Hi Ann, it’s so very nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you from Marie. I’m Danielle.”

“My pleasure Danielle, seems like my daughter knows lots of people” laughed Ann, and as she did she leaned forward for a kiss that lingered slightly past polite.

Ann’s pussy throbbed as she took a seat across from Danielle. Danielle was in her sixties as well, a slight touch of butch to her, but not in an unattractive way. Short blonde bob, chunky in the right kind of way body, exuding sex appeal. Easy conversation followed as they covered family, jobs, travel and such. Sarah made sure that wine glasses were never empty, always pausing to light cigarettes for her grandmother and the new cougar, Ann. As the wine flowed the talk got racier and Ann revealed her recent introductions to the joy of big black cock, lesbian play and incest. Danielle nodded her approval with a big smile.

“Seems we have a lot in common, perhaps we should enjoy something together sometime,” said Danielle, seductively inhaling her Virginia Slim and blowing the smoke straight at Ann, “just as I have shared things with your daughter Marie and my daughter Kathy, as well as my two granddaughters, Sarah who is here tonight, and Amber who you know from California Pizza Kitchen and in other ways.”

Ann’s pussy throbbed as Danielle took another drag and blew another plume of smoke at her.

Ann breathed in some of the smoke and said “Danielle, I hope more than just your cigarette smoke ends up on görükle escort bayan my face and in my mouth tonight.”

Danielle slid out from the both, taking Ann by hand and motioning for her to do so as well. Ann did, and quickky the two hot sexy milfs were locked in a deep passionate lesbian french kiss. Ann moved one hand to Danielle’s fine ass, and moved the other hand to cup one of Danielle’s delicious tits.

The two went at it with great passion, occasionally breaking apart for a cigarette drag, a sip of wine or a glance around to be sure that they were being noticed by the other patrons in the bar. They were, and Ann’s passion and fire hot pussy were being fueled by the thought of being watched by strangers. She also knew that some or all of the other patrons wouldn’t be strangers for long, or so she hoped.

Ann couldn’t resist any longer, she needed to taste Danielle. She spun Danielle and backed her to the table at the both. Danielle sat up on the table and leaned back, pulling her skirt up to reveal a beautiful blonde landing strip groomed pussy. Ann noticed a similar lesbian anklet on Danielle, who like Ann was subtly advertising her lesbian tendencies in public. Ann kissed her way up Danielle’s nylon covered legs, moving her hands up Danielle’s body as she did. Ann looked up to see that Danielle had unbuttoned her blouse and had pulled her big wonderful tits out, massaging them herself as she awaited the arrival of Ann’s hands on her tits and Ann’s mouth on her cunt. Ann noticed that both of Danielle’s nipples were pierced with small QOS emblems.

“Eat my cunt and tweak my nipples Ann, you fucking lesbian newbie” screamed Danielle for the entire bar to hear as Ann’s mouth and hands arrived.

Ann could only make gurgling and slurping sounds as she devoured Danielle’s cunt and twisted Danielle’s nipples, which caused Danielle to scream more.

“Oh fuck you fucking slut, you’re a natural cunt eater, keep eating my cunt you hot bitch!” Danielle cried out.

Ann detected motion and others around her. As she moved her face off of Danielle’s soaking cunt, she felt hands push her own dress up, and glanced over her shoulder to see a young attractive redhead getting between her legs. As she turned her attention back to Danielle’s pussy, she noticed Sarah, Danielle’s own granddaughter, squatting down on Danielle’s face.

“That’s it Grandma, be a good girl and eat your granddaughter’s cunt,” Sarah said in a loud voice as Danielle started doing just that.

As Ann went back to devouring Danielle’s hot, fragrant and soaked cunt, she thought to herself, “Wow, the evening is only getting started.” And indeed it was.

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This story is a collaboration with ButteredCrumpet, who has been posting it as “Impact of Collision”.

For those who pay attention to such things: When Sarah is alone the story is in the past tense. When Claire and Sarah are together the story is in present tense.

As always, I hope you enjoy this story, that you will post comments

Special thanks to HaltWhoGoesThere for proof reading this chapter for us.

Take Care of Yourself

“Friday night was great wasn’t it?” Ben asked.

Usually, I try to get to work at least a half-hour early but on Monday I arrived just on time. I stopped to heat my coffee and ran into Keith and Ben in the break room.

“Yeah I had fun,” I told him but felt sheepish about leaving without saying goodbye. “I was glad to head home though.”

“Who was the blonde?” Keith asked, a sly look in his eye. “You looked like you’d hit a wall.”

I blushed. I hated myself for blushing in front of them. Ben was my age, but he was a big barrel-chested bear of a man. While Keith was diminutive, even for a Japanese man; slender, only a little taller than me. He’s only six or seven years older than us, yet he was already the wunderkind at Pentagram when we were still in high school. Now he’s in charge of his own department at the Times, and I was blushing in front of him and Ben.

“Oh, you saw that?” I said, my color rising. I found myself thinking of my hand on Claire’s breast, her hard dark nipples. “…That was no one.”

‘What is wrong with me?’ I wondered, hating myself more. They were looking at me in confusion.

“I mean, that was no one from work… that was my friend Claire,” I explained. “I was pretending to be drunk? Helping her out of a jam I guess? She was with a bachelorette and felt bad leaving early.”

Keith gave me a quizzical smile but said nothing. Ben just hid his smirk behind his coffee mug. Luckily my phone started vibrating, I made a show of taking it out and looking at it seriously, there was a text from Claire.

“I need to deal with this,” I lied, turning and heading towards the ladies’ room. Once I was safely tucked in a stall I open Claire’s text:

How’s your Monday? There’s an opening at the gallery Thursday night, Sophie Calle – the show is going to blow your mind – are you free? Can you come?

That sounds great, I don’t know Sophie Calle, what kind of artist is she? My Monday is fine, but I just found out my boss saw our departure, he saw us leaving and thinks I was totally white-girl wasted.

Aïe! Sorry about that, I hope it’s not bad…

No, not bad at all. Keith is cool, I think he’s just amused. What should I wear Thursday night?

Something sexy, there will be many eligible gentlemen there, but you’re my date! There’s a big dinner afterward, very posh. Sophie will be there (she’s AMAZING, as for what kind of artist she is, she is her own kind, but I promise you will love it the most InfoPorn!

Sitting there on the toilet I had a flash of cold terror. I tried to imagine what I owned that would measure up to Claire’s standards of sexy. I thought of the little green dress I’d bought for a friend’s wedding that spring. I’d chickened out at the last minute after Danny had become irritated with me.

“You’re not wearing that?” He’d asked. “You might as well be naked, Sarah.”

I had been so excited to wear it, to be seen by my friends, but I couldn’t do it, he was right, it was just too revealing. I could hear my mother’s voice lecturing me about being a good girl, my thoughts, at the time, had been interrupted by his voice.

“Your boobs are hanging out,” he’d told me. But I’d known what he meant, that I looked like a whore. I’d started to cry, ruining my makeup, and he’d stormed out of the room. “Jesus Christ, Sarah you’re so fucking neurotic.”

In the end, I’d worn a black dress that went down to my knees and no neckline whatsoever. Danny had sulked all night because he didn’t know anyone at the wedding. We hadn’t even danced because he was sulking… and I was afraid he’d start a fight if I danced with someone else.

I was staring at Claire’s text. The tiny picture next to it. Maybe her at the beach?

I was squeezing my phone and clenching my thighs. I tried to relax.

‘You’re so fucking neurotic,’ I told myself.

I would love to say that my week sped by, but the truth is I wasn’t really sure how cool Keith was with my drunken departure. Although we were super busy I felt like I was walking on eggshells at work, and after work, all I could think about was what I should wear for my “date” with Claire.

The highlight of my days was texting with Claire, who would send me links to something funny or an update on her day.

When Thursday night finally rolled around I was a nervous wreck, and I came very close to bailing. I stood in front of the eve gelen escort mirror and stared at myself in the little green dress. It was soooo short, the neckline was sooo low. But I was invested, it was too late to choose a different dress, or at least too expensive.

On Tuesday I’d splurged on a new pair of heels that went perfectly with the green dress. I’d gotten up early and gotten a blowout, which everyone at work had made a fuss over. And while I don’t usually wear much makeup, I’d done my eyes and was wearing the red lipstick I’d bought for the same wedding and NEVER worn. If I changed now, I’d not only be late, I’d have wasted a lot of money on the heels. My whole body was shaking.

“You don’t look like a whore,” I told my reflection as I grabbed my little trench coat and dashed for the door before I had a chance to chicken out.

It was warm and my trench flared like a cape as I walked down Tenth Ave. My hair, loose and swept back, floated behind me like big loops of rose gold silk. I felt beautiful and fierce in that moment.

My breasts swayed and bounced without a bra, something I was not at all used to. I tried to take courage from the click of my heels as I walked down the block and under the enormous black iron bridgework of the Highline. The exhibition was on a wide dark side street, lined by plain, relatively low-rise commercial buildings. The block would have been deserted if not for the crowd of people milling around outside the gallery door. Lots of happy excited voices, but I had a terrible sinking feeling in my stomach when I saw how casually everyone was dressed. There were students in paint-splattered jeans, men in windbreakers, and girls in jeans. There was an old couple, he was in a welder cap and she was wearing a corny red beret. I almost spun on my heels and ran.

‘You are a gem,’ I heard myself think, wondering where that thought had come from. But it didn’t matter, it was enough, I joined the crowd.

There was a bottleneck at the door as a few people came out and then a few people went in, but no line. I waited my turn and moved with the crowd. Just inside the door was a stack of printer paper four feet tall and two young women each holding a small stack of the same paper. They were handing out pages as people came in. I was relieved to see they were both in little dresses and beautifully made up. If they were also going to the dinner I’d fit right in. The girl who handed me my sheet smiled as she did.

“You look amazing, girlfriend,” she told me. I could have hugged her.

“So do you!” I whispered back, surprised by how excited I sounded; how excited I knew I must have looked. I’d felt my face explode in a smile – saw my burst of enthusiasm reflected in the gallery girl’s eyes as she returned my smile.

I followed the flow around a corner and out and around into a large square gallery. It had a peaked ceiling of wood struts, no less than 30′ high.

It wasn’t as crowded as I’d expected, based on the crowd outside the gallery, but the gallery is full of people talking loudly. I hadn’t known who Sophie Calle was, but had overheard Claire telling her date about her the first night we met at the wine bar. I had found the image of her, disguised as a hotel maid, going through people’s belongings, strangely erotic.

Since inviting me to the show Claire had sent me some articles about Calle. Grids of pictures of other peoples’ belongings laid out on their unmade hotel beds. Blurred photos of a man she followed. A picture of a beautiful young Calle in a girlish nightie with words projected across her bare décolletage. But still, I only had the vaguest sense of how her work was displayed and was confused by what I was seeing.

It looked almost like a science fair. On three walls were pictures, monitors, and texts hung salon style. On the fourth floating wall that formed the entrance and exit of the gallery, there was a grid of video screens. I was at a loss, but then I remembered the sheet of paper I was holding.

I had been paying so much attention to what the girls were wearing when I came in I hadn’t even thought to look at the paper they had handed me. It was printed on both sides, French on one side, English on the other. It was a letter, addressed to Calle. It was very formal, almost literary. I realized with a start that it was from a lover and that he was breaking up with her.

He signed it “Take care of yourself,” which seemed cold and strangely clinical. Calle had made his closing the title of her exhibition.

I walked over to the nearest group of texts and pictures. There is the text of the email, but marked-up with corrections by a proofreader, the email rendered in cipher by an agent of the secret service, a report on its legal standing by a contract lawyer, the reaction of a nine-year-old child… all of them women. Dozens of women all picking apart the same istanbul eskort bayan asshole’s letter.

I’d burst out laughing, then caught myself, but too late. I’d laughed out loud and an older couple had turned and shot me disapproving glares. I gave them an apologetic smile, but they just looked away. Each new interpretation was harsher and funnier than the last meanwhile. I tried to stifle my laughter but I couldn’t, it was all too fantastic, too bold. Finally, the people around me start laughing too. It’s all too much.

“Sarah!”

I turn to see a smiling Claire.

“Oh my God Claire, Sophie Calle is a BOSS BITCH!”

Claire barks a laugh, but her eyes convey a look of shock, even a little panic.

“Sarah, may I introduce you to Sophie Calle?” she asks, still smiling, her diction crisp, her manner formal, eyes enormous. She gestures to her right, and there is an older Sophie Calle than the ingenue I’d seen in the links Claire had sent. Calle’s long hair is done up in a bun and she’s wearing great big glasses with thick black frames and smiling with uncontained glee.

I blush.

“I told Claire I wanted to meet the beautiful laughing girl in the green dress,” she says in a thick French accent, taking my hand. “You, my dear, are my absolute favorite!”

Moving around the gallery and later that night, at the private reception across the street, Claire looks beyond glamorous. She makes sure to check in with me regularly but is required to spend most of the night at Sophie Calle’s elbow – acting as her occasional translator, assistant, and bodyguard. The dinner is like something out of a movie, with celebrities and billionaires with trophy wives but still, Claire is easily the most beautiful woman there. I think I might be jealous if I wasn’t her “date.”

“Sometimes you sell art to flirt,” she tells me at dinner, squeezing my hand with a naughty smile, making me laugh like a girl.

“Oh my God Sarah! How good was tonight?” Claire bellows up at the buildings. We’ve left the party and are on the street heading back towards the HighLine and Tenth Ave. She isn’t wearing a coat, and instead, her bare shoulders and arms are wrapped in a vintage silk shawl, printed with a delicate filigree of Persian designs. She is visibly buzzing with excitement.

“I sat next to Lou Reed…” I say, still trying to wrap my head around our evening.

“I can’t believe how hot you look in that dress. Everyone was checking you out! I think you could have gone home with anyone tonight.”

“You said ‘sexy’ – but I was worried until I saw you. Claire, you look so beautiful!”

I had been thinking my neckline was daring, but then I saw Claire. Only she could pull off a neckline that stopped at the bow around her waist. She shows off her long bare legs, despite artfully covering herself with her wrap as we left the dinner. Her dress is a lovely robin’s egg blue and flared beautifully, the hem a bit shorter in the front than in the back. Offering a little peek at her knees.

“No! your dress is the subject of conversation, no changing it! The green suits your complexion – your strawberry blonde hair – ah, your hair, SO beautiful tonight!” she says tucking a looping lock behind my ear. And then, after giving me a once over, “And I very much liked seeing the girls on display.”

“How do you feel now that the opening is done?” I ask, desperately hoping Claire will allow me to change the subject this time. It works.

“Perfect! Seriously I can’t believe it – Paula could not have been happier – I’ve never seen her laughing like that – and the dinner afterward… WOW!” Claire hoots, spinning to face me and grabbing me by the shoulders. “I can’t even… How amazing is Sophie Calle?”

“BOSS BITCH!” I chime in. This makes Claire laugh. “No, really though, she was lovely, so funny and quirky. I hope I’m like that, in big kooky black-framed glasses when I’m a batty old lady.”

“Yes!” Claire laughs and lets go of me, she spins again. “Let’s grow up to be batty old ladies!”

It is already very late, much later than I intended to stay out. I knew I should go home, that tomorrow will be a death march if I don’t, but I also know I’m not ready to go to sleep, and Claire is literally spinning like a top.

“Do you think maybe we should go for a drink? Maybe somewhere we could dance off some of this energy?” I suggest. “I feel like I’m catching a contact-high – like it was my big night too.”

“Oh yes, let’s! Have you been to Bed?” she asks, I must look confused, because she laughs and explains, “It’s a rooftop bar on 27th, I think it’s a bit douchey, but we can dance.”

We head up 10th Ave towards Bed, arm-in-arm, heels clicking, Claire babbling the whole way. When we get there, there is a long line. Unwrapping her shawl as she walks, she marches past the end of the line.

‘The girls are awake,’ I think, seeing her nipples rezidans escort poking through her dress.

With me in tow, Claire breezes past all the people waiting and straight to the head of the queue.

“Hey!” Some girl yells as the bouncer, without any hesitation, makes way for us, pushing the crowd out of our way with an arm as big as my waist.

“Ladies,” is all he says, his voice a deep baritone.

“Merci!” Claire chirps.

“Do you know him?” I ask as we step inside.

“No, I’ve never been here.”

“But then how?”

“Sarah, you really don’t know do you?” She stops and is looking at me seriously.

“Know what?”

“How exceptionally beautiful you are.” She takes my little trench and hands it with her wrap to a coat check. She looks back at me, studying my expression seriously, and touches my hair. “No, just as I thought, not a clue.”

We get into an elevator with about a dozen other people, Claire holds my hand. The music is getting louder on our ascent.

“They have these big beds to lounge on up on the roof, hence the name. But whatever, that’s for the finance bros and their mannequins, you’re here to dance with me.”

The elevator doors open and we are hit with a wall of throbbing sound, strobing lights, and writhing bodies.

Claire leads me through the press by the hand, bodies rubbing against us from all sides. People are packed around the bar four and five deep, but a tall guy next to Claire asks what we are drinking. She yells “mescal!” and signaling the bartender over the heads of everyone else he gets us each a tumbler of mescal on the rocks. It’s smokey and rich tasting. Claire thanks him and leads me to an open space near a high bar table.

“You like?” she asks, yelling over the noise.

“Yeah, it’s great!” I yell back. “But I want to dance!”

With a wicked smile, Claire raises her glass in toast tossing back her mescal, pouring it down her throat in one long swallow, her eyes never leaving mine. The mescal is strong and burns my throat, but I follow suit, staring back at her with watering eyes as I drain my glass.

I cough and blink away the tears as Claire grabs my hand, dragging me out to the dancefloor with her. She’s so uninhibited in her moves. She has a confidence that is contagious. I can’t help but laugh as she swings me by the waist.

I completely lose track of time. Men come and go, plying us with more offers of drinks trying to dance with us. We aren’t mean, but we are of one mind, tonight is our night, and all we want is to dance with each other. Claire is handsy from the start, and after we have our second and then third mescal she gets handsier still. I don’t mind.

She spins me, catching me by the hips, pulling me against her. Pushing her pelvis against my ass, her hands touching me again and again. She keeps her hand against the bare skin of my back, neck, and arms as much as possible. But there are times when I can see her losing herself in the feeling of her own body, enjoying the slinky curving movements of her spine and limbs. This is my favorite. She is incredible to watch. I try to imagine how it would feel to be that sexy, to feel myself moving and twisting the way she does.

At first, watching her, I try to imitate the things I see her do, the way she rolls and turns her hips, the twisting and curling of her arms. But more and more I’m not watching her. My body is taking its cues directly from hers, from her hand on my back, her thigh sliding between mine, her hip pressing into my ass, her forearms circling my waist. It’s as if we are dancing some sort of super sensuous waltz and she is leading.

I have never been handsy but like the rest of my body, my hands are following Claire’s lead, holding her by the waist, moving up her bare arms, resting on the back of her neck. I find myself absorbing her rhythms but also the flow of her movements. I’m not a terribly confident dancer, but with Claire, I feel like the sexiest woman alive.

And while we are making a bit of a spectacle of ourselves, we don’t take it too far; nothing the crowd around us finds too outrageous. If anything it feels like we stand out in a good way. A part of me starts to believe Claire’s comment about being exceptionally beautiful.

I think if Claire’s feet didn’t give out we might have danced all night. But her heels are cutting her. As soon as I see the blood I call an end to the night.

“I’ve got work in the morning anyway,” I soothe when she makes a face. “We both need to go home.”

“No, I’ll come with you,” she states, not giving me a choice in the matter, “let’s get a cab.”

We make our way down the elevator, retrieve our things, and head out the doors. The street seems brighter than when we arrived, stark and silver light frosts the buildings across the street. Looking up I see there is an enormous full moon.

“Être dans la lune,” Claire laughs. She is smiling at me. I am standing in the doorway, transfixed.

“Clair de lune,” I whisper, surprising her. I return her smile and step out onto the street.

The line is gone, but the same bouncer is still there. He makes a show of walking us to the curb and securing a cab that a couple had just vacated.

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Author’s note: Big thank you to fellow Lit authors and friends aimingtomisbehave33 and petitmort for their continued support and feedback. Thanks to Jill for co-creating the universe. And thanks to you, reader, for being here — hope you enjoy the ride.

Previously in the series: Taylor found out she was assigned as counsel on a project with her ex-fiance Jim, who asked for closure after their work meeting and completely embarrassed himself. Annoyed by this development, Taylor went out clubbing with new beau Brad and later came home to have passionate loud sex, uncaring of its effect on Jim, who still lived next door.

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Chapter VI — The Girls

Monday

The idea of getting used to someone was scary for Brad; he usually didn’t let people stick around long enough for him to make a habit out of it. He could actually count the number of people he hadn’t pushed away on one hand, consisting of close family and his two bros from college.

As amazing as Taylor was, the thought of settling down with her had briefly made an appearance and then he purposefully pushed far from his mind.

Sure, in the past month or so, he had not actually slept with anyone other than her, wanting to be there for her through a particularly difficult time, but there was a limit to how long he could withstand monogamy, regardless of how wonderful his partner might be.

Maybe it was these thoughts that made him pick up his phone when it rang in the early afternoon.

“Brad? I just landed. Flying back out early tomorrow morning as usual. Want to meet up?”

Even just hearing her accented English made him smile. They always had a wild time together and seeing her infrequently only helped ensure each time was memorable and exciting. He missed that feeling of newness.

Skipping out on his local rotations for a few weeks had been easy enough, but he wasn’t going to miss the chance to see Elise, whom he didn’t see much thanks to her busy flight schedule.

“I, uhhh, need to check my schedule, make sure my dinner date won’t mind being stood up,” he said coyly.

On the other end of the phone, Elise laughed.

“Is there a girl with you right now? Do you have to pretend you’re a good little boy? Just nod along and leave soon. You know where to find me.”

Her confidence was one of the things he enjoyed about her most.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me,” he chuckled in a low tone. “I’ll meet you at the Hilton. See you in half an hour.”

He was going to leave immediately; upon brief reflection, he decided to take a quick shower. He wanted to look his best, which often didn’t take much time, but for Elise’s benefit, he ran some gel through his hair, put on cologne and picked a Henley shirt that brought out both his eyes and his muscles.

Once at the hotel, he made his way through the lobby to the hotel bar on the left. Despite the early evening crowd, he immediately recognized her sitting at the bar, with her straight black hair pulled up into a bun and the gold sweater falling off a delicate white shoulder.

If he was having second thoughts about it and thinking of Taylor, they all disappeared when Elise turned around. With a sensual smile playing on her dark red lips, she stood up and approached him. At 5’11, she stood only slightly shorter than him, her piercing gray/green eyes staring into his.

“It’s nice to see you again, darling.”

Her voice was husky in his ear, her slender arms already pulling him in close for a hug.

Brad held her by the chin and kissed her. Then he let her lead him to her hotel room upstairs.

***

Taylor came home from work late in the evening to find a note from Brad that he was out for the night. She sighed, tossed the note in a corner and threw herself onto the couch.

She knew in her gut he was with another woman. He would’ve texted or called if he was going out with friends. This quiet cryptic note-leaving was the only sign of guilt she’d get from Brad.

Looking back at the crumpled note he left her, she wasn’t as upset with him as she thought she’d be. Loyalty and exclusivity were things she’d taken for granted in the past, but certainly not with Brad. Maybe she’d just hoped he would’ve been honest about it.

They’d been living together for a while. She could feel their sex life losing a bit of its earlier spark, which was natural, given the speed of their affairs before each other. Neither of them was good at the whole exclusive thing.

Taylor had been in recovery mode since the events with Jim and Nick had unfolded, opening up just enough to Brad to help him support her intellectually, emotionally and, of course, sexually. However, through their growing connection, she’d once again come back to the place where monogamy was making her feel stifled and Brad had no clue.

It was time to be an adult and finally have the conversation she’d never had before.

***

Tuesday

The whatsapp escort paperwork on her desk seemed to have grown overnight when she stepped into the offices of Mercer easier because she didn’t have to pretend everything was OK between them, and more difficult because she had to go through a full work day while her feelings and thoughts simmered unchecked just beneath the surface.

Shaking her head to chase relationship thoughts away, Taylor forced herself once more to read the opening lines of a deposition and finally succeeded in getting lost in work.

She was so caught up in reading and furious highlighting, that the knock on her door startled her. She ran her hands through her blonde hair and took a deep breath before inviting the person in.

“Come in.”

“Hey, Taylor, sorry to bother you but, uhh..”

Taylor looked up to find Kevin – the office hottie and source of many fantasies among both the female and the male associates at the law firm. It was hard for him not to stand out with his 6’4 athletic frame, broad shoulders and an ass so tight you could bounce quarters off it.

Yeah, if Taylor was honest with herself, she’d fantasized about him, too. Even if Kevin looked more like a professional football player than the board-certified lawyer he actually was, it was probably that exact combination of attributes that made him all the more attractive to her. However, being colleagues was a hard limit for her; it was the one line she’d never crossed.

“Hey Kevin, what’s up?”

“I didn’t even know the machine worked, but someone just faxed you a document?”

Standing at her door, he waved the bunch of papers in his hand. The devilishly handsome smile he wore created a stark contrast between his white teeth and his dark skin, and Taylor felt a playful spark in the way his dark eyes looked at her.

She was unable to resist returning his smile. Knowing full well he was watching, she slowly uncrossed her legs and walked over to him, putting one shapely leg in front of the other in her tight pencil skirt.

“Must be a joke or something. Who even knows how to work a fax machine anymore?”

Her voice trailed off once she took the papers from his hand and checked the subject line. Jim, her ex-fiance, with whom she was supposed to work on an account, had sent her his latest proposal for the ad campaign. Via fax.

It was yet another trick he pulled, as he tried to weasel his way back into her life. Even though she had given in and given him all the closure he needed, and more, he still poked and prodded. Reviving old memories, like how he used to fax documents to her when they had first met working on a project, proved nothing more than what a manipulative prick he was.

Taylor’s expression quickly soured. She folded the papers in half without looking through the rest of it. She knew what it was about.

Kevin must have sensed the change in the mood.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your day with this. I can just shred it, pretend it never arrived. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say our fax machine doesn’t work. “

“It’s OK, Kevin, just someone I have to work with at the ad agency for the Sheffield account. They clearly think it’s funny to waste my billable hours with stuff like this. I’ll deal with them later. Thanks for bringing the documents to me. I know you’re busy and I appreciate it. “

She was trying to change the subject before she had to either divulge personal information regarding her ex or dismiss Kevin too rudely. She didn’t want to do either of those.

Lucky for her, he was good at changing the subject.

“This being my last week at the firm and in town, my time isn’t as precious anymore. But getting to drop by your office has always been a nice perk and I’ll miss our chats. Any chance you’d let me buy you a drink, you know, finally hang out outside of the office before I leave?”

His smooth delivery made her smile up at him. He was almost a foot taller than her, but when every inch of him was so beautiful, Taylor didn’t mind craning her neck to see him better.

When his almost black eyes met her blue eyes up so close, the chemistry she’d been ignoring for so long was so tangible that she couldn’t catch her breath for a second. She smiled and turned her face just slightly to avoid giving herself away.

“Can’t believe it’s your last week already! I feel bad turning down your offer for a drink, but I’m afraid this week is impossible for me.”

It was a generic, polite answer. A professional answer, which she thought her position at the law firm demanded, for whatever reason. However, deep down inside, she would love to go, have the fantastic conversation she was sure they would have and also explore where that spark between them could go for a night.

Kevin nodded, his smile losing some of its brightness.

“Understood. I’ll try istanbul escort bayan and catch you here one last time on Friday, then. Wouldn’t want to leave without a proper goodbye and today absolutely does not count.”

With that, he turned and left her office. Taylor stood there for a minute longer. She felt angry at herself for trying to do what was best for everyone, including Brad, who she knew was already hooking up with other people.

***

When she came home from work in the early evening, Brad had returned.

“Welcome home, babe!”

He walked towards the door and closed it behind her. Taylor gave Brad a perfunctory hug. If he felt her insincerity, he didn’t show it as he went around the living room tidying up and made small talk.

She sat down on the couch, biding her time until she felt angry enough about the previous night. It would be interesting to see how long Brad thought he could get away without having an actual conversation.

“Gym was crazy today. Got two new clients, who want to train together. I don’t know how we’ll manage weekly sessions; because of my biweekly clients, I couldn’t commit on the spot.”

She thought it was funny for him to use the word “commit” right about then.

“Can’t one of your coworkers pick it up every other week? That way you both get extra clients and you don’t have to juggle two simultaneous sessions.”

“I guess I could ask David. Yeah, that’s a good idea, thanks!”

He almost called her “babe” again and moved in to kiss her on the couch, but then stopped long enough to observe Taylor’s body language, which was entirely closed off. He knew what was coming.

Brad sighed and took a deep breath.

“What’s on your mind, Taylor?”

“Have fun last night?”

Taylor couldn’t keep the biting tone out of her question. She just couldn’t help herself. She was half upset with herself for turning down Kevin, when she’d known Brad had made a different choice in a similar situation.

“Yeah, Elise is… was… Well, she’s only in town for a day at a time and I don’t get to see her very often.” Brad’s sheepish grin only made Taylor angrier.

“I didn’t realize a long-lost friend was in town. What’s she like?”

For some reason, Brad completely missed the sarcasm in her voice and started answering her. “You’d like her. French, tall and elegant. And her accent is just…”

Taylor interrupted him with a wave of her hand. “I wasn’t really asking.”

“OK, fine. Then say what you really want to say, without the sarcasm and the mind games. I really can’t do this if we can’t both talk about it.” He let the frustration come out in his tone, as he found himself stepping towards Taylor.

“This being what?” she shouted, looking up at him, standing her ground against his potential intimidation.

He had thought the argument would mostly be about him skipping out the night before and that she’d probably storm out regardless of what he said and come back a few hours later for makeup sex. It suddenly dawned on him that this was actually a relationship talk, which he wasn’t ready to have.

With that realization, he let the air out of his chest and pushed himself half a step back away from her.

“This being what?” she repeated in a calmer tone, noticing the shift in his body language.

He stared at her, not knowing what to say. All the things he had thought of, he couldn’t say. He didn’t have answers, only more questions.

The silence grew for a few seconds; it was long enough for Taylor to realize she’d cornered him impossibly and it wasn’t exactly the direction she wanted this conversation to go in either.

“Do you still want me? Or is this becoming something that we’re doing out of habit and you just didn’t have better prospects for the time being?”

Her questions had gotten easier. These, he could actually answer.

“You know I want you! I love.. being with you.”

He couldn’t keep the hesitation out of his words, suddenly mindful of what “love” could mean in a conversation like this. She seemed to understand what was going through his mind when she responded.

“I’m not asking you to say anything you’re not ready to say. I just.. need to know if you need an out and you haven’t said anything because you’ve been too scared to say anything after the drama I caused.”

Another easy question. “I don’t need an out,” he said quickly, without thinking.

“So you do want me around? Like I want you around?”

Taylor sounded relieved and hopeful. Brad thought the discussion was as good as over. “Well, yes. What else is there to say?”

“That maybe we need to figure a few things out.” She watched his face clench again at her words.

“Figure what out,” he asked, looking at her intently.

“That monogamy is.. probably not the way forward for us.”

Taylor was surprised she blurted it out like that. As a concept, özbek escort it had been floating in her mind for forever, but she hadn’t really put her wish into words before. Her relationships had always been monogamous, at least on paper, and her hookups had been just hookups, with enough guilt attached to them that she’d swept them under the rug right afterwards every single time.

Taylor had finally decided she wanted, and deserved, a different kind of relationship, with Brad. After the initial shock of her words, she felt truly comfortable in her skin for the first time in a long time. Then she tried to mentally prepare for the way Brad was about to completely mishandle the situation.

Brad was surprised she was bringing it up that way. He hadn’t really had a partner since Nicole that was OK with his hookups. He hadn’t expected this request to come from Taylor.

“So, an open relationship? I mean, I do want to… but I didn’t think you’d…” He couldn’t find the words to say that would make his statement somehow less offensive.

“You thought what? That I wouldn’t be OK with it?” Taylor certainly felt offended and knew the conversation was about to get worse before it got better.

Brad shrugged. “Well, yeah, I didn’t really think you’d be OK with it. Isn’t this why you’re making such a big deal out of last night”?

“You think this is me making a big deal? All I want is honesty. I know you have an active sex life that used to be really varied before me. And we haven’t talked about any of it, but one way or another, I… also used to have a varied sex life.”

She had finally said it. It was clear from his face he hadn’t thought about that part of the equation. Her stomach turned in anticipation of what horrible bullshit she knew he was about spout.

“But you… I mean, I guess I didn’t know that about you. You seemed like a one-man-woman to me…” He seemed to consider something before speaking again. “…but I’d be OK with it if you wanted to hook up with other girls.”

Taylor scoffed.

“I’m not going to hook up with girls, just because that’s the only non-threatening option for you.”

“It would be hot, too, I think,” he responded with a sheepish grin.

The casual shrug of his shoulders made Taylor even more frustrated.

“What does me hooking up with girls have to do with what you find hot? Do you think your hookups mean anything to me?”

“I think the only reason we’re having this discussion is because you’re upset I went out with Elise.”

“This is so not about Elise!”

She sat down on the couch, no longer having the strength to continue talking while standing up.

“Look, I’m all for fluid sexuality. And while I’ve never really been attracted to a woman before, sure, I won’t discount that possibility. But that’s something I need to figure out for myself and by myself.”

She paused, some more fight creeping back into her voice.

“Also, for your information, me being bi would mean I could just as easily fall in love with a woman and dump your sexist ass for her. That’s twice the competition for you, if you follow the logic. So next time you advocate for some girl-on-girl action, consider that possibility.”

He sighed in defeat. He thought about mentioning how his college girlfriend Nicole never left him for a woman, but even he knew better than to bring up a girl from his past at that moment.

“Fine. So, you want to sleep with other guys?”

Deep down, he was really not looking forward to hearing her answer. But he was the one who had asked for direct answers, wasn’t he?

“Yes,” she said quietly, “I love being with you, but now that we’re kinda living together and sharing a certain level of emotional intimacy, I want to have short-term partners, where it can be… you know, just about the moment, without any baggage or strings. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”

He gave her a confused nod.

“I guess.. I don’t know.”

It was becoming more and more frustrating for Taylor to continue in a level tone. Brad kept switching between rising up to the occasion and backtracking, which didn’t let her understand where he stood in all of this.

“What is it that you don’t know? Aren’t you the one with a weekly or a monthly rotation? What do you share with those girls in your black book beyond a few quick words and a fuckload of bodily fluids?”

That finally spurred him on to go on the defense and his voice rose for the first time to match hers.

“I haven’t even called any of them since you showed up at my goddamned door! I’ve been nothing but supportive and loyal to you! Do you even know how many women I turn down on a daily basis? Just so I can be here for you day in and day out. If that’s not good enough for you, Princess, I don’t know what is!”

Taylor couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Oh, excuse me, Your Highness, for keeping you away from your harem! Didn’t realize you weren’t able to fulfill your daily duties! How will any of them ever survive without your dick?”

She was so upset that she inadvertently looked around for things she could throw at him. Her fists clenched and unclenched in an effort to calm herself down.

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The Art Student

This is from a series of stories set in North East Scotland in the year 1910. The parish minister and his wife are an extremely hedonistic couple. However the stories printed here will feature his wife and her companions only. Some of you may be unfamiliar with the word, ‘Manse.’ Quite simply, it refers to e house inhabited by a parish minister and his family.

It was late in the summer of 1910 when Isobel Hardy met Ruth Thomson for the first time. Ruth was a talented art student, on holiday from the college in Aberdeen, and had spent most of the summer on the continent, visiting art galleries in Paris, Rome, Florence, and Venice, but now she was home, ready for the new academic year which would be starting in the next few weeks.

The two women met quite by accident when Isobel was strolling round the kirkyard as she waited for her husband John, the minister of the parish. He was meeting with the church elders, but would soon be finished. Isobel saw a slim, feminine figure sitting on the grass beside the kirkyard wall, and curiosity piqued, she strolled nonchalantly in that direction.

As she approached the woman looked up and smiled, Isobel smiled back, noticing as she drew closer that the woman was drawing. ‘Hello,’ offered Isobel, smiling again. The woman was hatless, most unusual for a well brought up woman in 1910, but it allowed her long blonde hair to frame her pretty face, and she was very pretty. Her figure was slim, and although the long summer dress concealed her legs, Isobel could see that she had nice trim ankles. Isobel introduced herself, ‘I’m Isobel Hardy, the minister’s wife. I hope you’re enjoying our wee kirkyard?’ The girl smiled and got to her feet.

‘Oh yes, and it’s such a lovely day as well, I’m Ruth Thomson by the way,’ she said introducing herself. ‘I’m just trying to get some sketching and drawing practice to keep my eye and hand co-ordination up to scratch before I go back to Art College,’ she explained. ‘I do hope it’s OK for me to be here?’

‘Well, I don’t see why not. I can’t hear any of the present occupants complaining, can you?’ she joked, looking round the ancient cemetery. ‘I don’t expect my husband will complain either, I’m sure he’d be delighted to have even more pretty young women in the kirkyard – living ones of course,’ she added, joking again. The woman smiled again, looking quite vivacious. ‘I’d love to see your drawings if that’s not too much of a cheek?’ Isobel requested. ‘I have a real interest in art, and occasionally draw a wee bit for my own amusement too.’ The girl stooped and retrieved her sketch book.

‘They’re nothing great I’m afraid,’ she said turning over the pages. ‘I’m not wonderful with buildings and such like. I prefer drawing and painting people.’ The drawings of the Kirk and the kirkyard were actually very good. She had a wonderfully sensitive eye for light and shade and her line was exquisite, bringing parts forward and allowing others to recede, giving a lovely three dimensional feel to the drawing.

‘You’re much too modest my dear,’ said Isobel. ‘These are lovely, and given your preference for people, have you any drawings of people to share with me? Taking the pad, Ruth flipped over a number of pages, looking for something suitable. She finally handed over the pad, and true to her word, her drawings of people were far better. Some were rough sketches which, although rough, still showed the form and proportion beautifully, while others were highly finished pencil drawings, almost photographic in quality. Isobel turned over yet another page to find the most delightful nude study.

‘Oh, you’re not supposed to look at that one. Whatever will you think of me?’ Ruth said, seemingly flustered beyond all reason.

‘Why not?’ asked Isobel, ‘it’s a wonderful drawing and you should be proud of it, not embarrassed.’ Ruth blushed deeply, not knowing where to look.

‘But you’re the ministers wife, oh dear, I really am so embarrassed. I wish the earth would open up and swallow me,’ she finished. Isobel started laughing.

‘Well Ruth, you’re certainly in the right place for that to happen,’ she giggled, indicating the cemetery, which made Ruth giggle. Recovering her composure, she seriously studied the drawing again. ‘What a wonderful drawing of a lovely model, and such a beautiful figure. Absolutely astonishing, so slim, yet so womanly – I don’t think I’ve ever seen breasts so perfect, and the curve of her hip and her legs. A young Aphrodite,’ she concluded. ‘Who is the model my dear, one of the models from art college perhaps?’ Ruth looked completely flustered and taken aback. She blushed to the roots of her long blonde hair. Isobel puzzled over her reaction for a few seconds, and then said, ‘Oh how silly of me. Of course, I see it now; it’s a self portrait, isn’t it.’ Ruth put her face in her hands.

‘I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that one, I’m really sorry, she repeated.

‘There’s nothing to be sorry about,’ consoled Isobel. ‘Please Ruth, don’t be embarrassed. I feel enormously privileged to have seen it, and you. I won’t hear any more of this nonsense, kazak escort it’s art, and that’s all there is to it. My husband may be a minister, but that doesn’t mean that he or I are narrow minded prigs.’ Ruth looked somewhat relieved.

‘Thank you Isobel, you really are so very kind, and understanding. I can’t help but be embarrassed though. I drew myself because there are no models out here in the country, and like many artists throughout history, when there is nothing else, I draw myself,’ she explained.

‘No need to explain yourself to me my dear. It’s a wonderful drawing – you must do a painting of the same subject, and soon.’ Ruth nodded, but said nothing. ‘I’ll pose for you if you wish,’ offered Isobel suddenly on impulse, ‘but you must never tell anyone that it’s me,’ she added. Ruth looked at her in astonishment, her mouth open.

‘Surely you don’t mean… nude?’ said Ruth.

‘And why not? Isobel demanded to know. ‘Don’t let the fact that I’m a ministers wife fool you young lady. I believe in equal rights, and the vote for women. I’m a bit of a, “freethinker,” if I do say so myself. Do you want me to pose for you or not? Would I be suitable?’

‘Well, of course you’d be suitable; you’re a lovely, tall, and well-proportioned lady. It would be a pleasure to draw, or paint you, an absolute privilege.’

‘That’s settled then, so just tell me when you want to start,’ Isobel asked. ‘This afternoon perhaps?’ she suggested. ‘Come to the manse about 1.30pm if you can manage.’ It seemed to suit Ruth just fine, and so the two women parted, with both looking forward to the afternoon.

At 1.30pm prompt. Ruth knocked on the door of the manse. It was an impressive granite building, and as Ruth looked up at it, admiring the architecture, the door was opened by Isobel who stood slightly behind the door, shielding herself from the view of any passing parishioners. ‘Come away in Ruth, I was just making sure that it was you at the door,’ she said explaining why she had stood behind the door. ‘I’m all ready and just wearing my bathrobe, so we can start right away if you wish.’ She locked the door to make sure they were not interrupted.

‘Does your husband know you’ll be posing for me?’ Ruth asked, but Isobel assured her that he did know, and they had in fact discussed it at lunchtime. ‘Where do you suggest we do this Isobel?’ Ruth asked. ‘You have a lovely house here, I’m sure there must be lots of places suitable.’

‘I thought upstairs. There’s no chance of anyone catching a glimpse of me through a window up there.’ Isobel led her upstairs and gave her the choice of the master bedroom, or a slightly smaller back bedroom, and Ruth chose the back bedroom as it was north facing, and as she explained, that gave a much more consistent quality of light. ‘Do you want me sitting or standing?’ Isobel asked, ‘or perhaps lying down on the bed, reclining?’

‘Sitting poses are always much easier to hold,’ Ruth explained, so if we start with that, then perhaps if we have time we could do one of you on the bed later. If you sit on that chair, here, more in front of the window light,’ she suggested, pulling the chair over towards the window. ‘Yes, I think that will do just grand.’ As she sat down and removed her art materials from her bag, Isobel quietly and without any fuss, untied her robe and let it slip off her shoulders. When Ruth looked up she was surprised to see Isobel entirely naked, sitting on the chair and looking at her most intently. ‘Oh my, you rather sneaked up on me there,’ she smiled at Isobel. ‘I’m not quite ready yet. I was going to start with you semi-draped with the robe, but you’ve stolen a march on me. You seem to be quite comfortable with nudity,’ she trailed off.

‘I’ve no time for false modesty Ruth. I know I have a good figure, otherwise I wouldn’t have offered to pose for you. I’m very comfortable being here with you like this, and now you know a little more about me, I like being naked, I enjoy it. So, carry on my dear, just tell me how you want me to sit.’ Ruth approached Isobel and got her to sit just slightly sideways, and adjusted her hands and feet into a more pleasing pose, chatting to Isobel as she did so.

‘You have a wonderful figure Isobel, so well-proportioned and womanly. You’re going to make a great model,’ she stated trying to put Isobel at her ease, but there was no need, for Isobel was perfectly at ease already. As Ruth returned to her chair, Isobel moved her right foot out to the side about 4-5 inches, keeping her knees together to preserve the modesty that Ruth had imposed on her. Later on, she intended to gradually move her knee out to the right as well, exposing herself fully to Ruth to see what her reaction might be.

‘If you feel tired or a bit stiff, just let me know, and we can have a break,’ Ruth advised. Isobel smiled wickedly at her.

‘I don’t get stiff Ruth, that’s my husband’s job,’ she teased. Ruth looked surprised, blushing furiously. ‘Oh Ruth,’ she said, laughing, ‘you look even more lovely when you blush. The sooner you realise, that a minister and has wife are just istanbul bayan escort two ordinary people, the better. We have marital relations, just like any other couple you know, we’re not virgins.’ Ruth said nothing although she grinned at that. ‘When you go to Church,’ Isobel continued, ‘if you go to church that is, it’s always best to imagine the minister is naked in the pulpit.’ Ruth giggled out loud.

‘Oh Isobel, you’re so funny,’ she choked. ‘Very well, I shall imagine your husband naked if you say so.’ All the time they were chatting and joking, Ruth had been looking and measuring by holding up her pencil and squinting with one eye like a marksman with a rifle to make sure she got the proportions right.

‘I’ll tell him to look out for you, but just as long as you realise, he’ll be thinking the same when he’s looking at you. I’ll get him to give you a wink if he is.’ They giggled and chatted, but eventually the talk died off as Ruth concentrated on Isobel. She could do nothing but admire Isobel’s body, from the tips of her small, elegant feet, up the length of her long and beautifully shaped legs. The soft swell of her hips and breasts, which were a marvel in themselves, held her attention for quite some time, the dark nipples, erect and proud in the small islands of darker skin that were the areolae.

Ruth thought her one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen, laughing at herself, she realised she had almost developed a schoolgirl type, ‘crush’ on the minister’s lovely wife. It felt just like the time she had a silly crush on her art mistress at school, but she was only 14 years old then and here she was, twenty-one years old, and feeling as if she were back at school again.

‘You’re smiling Ruth,’ Isobel said suddenly, ‘what are you thinking of?’ Once again Ruth blushed.

‘Just my old art mistress at school. I don’t know why I started thinking of her,’ she lied.

‘Perhaps I remind you of her?’ Isobel suggested, but Ruth shook her head. ‘Did you like her?’ Isobel queried.

‘Yes, I liked her enormously. If it hadn’t been for her I probably wouldn’t be sitting here now drawing you.’ Isobel smiled at that, opening her legs a tiny bit.

‘Did she look like me?’ said Isobel, niggling away at the subject, which made Ruth giggle.

‘Not in the slightest, she was rather plain, with a bit of a moustache if the truth be told, but I liked her a lot. You on the other hand are tall and elegant, and rather beautiful… like chalk and cheese really,’ she finished.

‘Did you have a crush on her?’ Isobel asked, not waiting for a reply. ‘I had the most awful crush on my Geography mistress at school; I followed her everywhere like a love-struck calf.’ She laughed at the thought, as did Ruth.

‘Yes, I suppose I did have a crush on her,’ admitted Ruth. Isobel just smiled at her again, opening her legs even more. She knew she was very, very wet, and if Ruth had eyes to see, and noticed, she would see that Isobel was extremely aroused.

‘Have you ever kissed a woman?’ Isobel said, slightly changing the subject. Again, Ruth blushed.

‘My mother, my sister, my grandmother’s and my aunts,’ she replied.

‘No, you know what I mean – kissed a woman passionately? What would be the excitement in kissing your relatives, no, I mean any woman other than a relative?’ She opened her right leg out further knowing she was now fully on view to Ruth.

‘No, I haven’t,’ replied Ruth looking shocked again. ‘Have you?’

‘Yes, and it was lovely, but you must promise never to tell another living soul,’ she confided. ‘Her lips were so soft and tender, quite brought me out in goose bumps. I thought of her for a long time afterwards,’ she mused. They lapsed into silence again as Ruth concentrated intently on Isobel. Suddenly Isobel noticed Ruth stiffen, and knew Ruth had finally noticed her delicate state. Knowing Ruth was looking at her, ‘there’ made Isobel feel even more excited, and she pushed her knee a bit further out to the right. Ruth stared as if mesmerised. After a while Isobel broke the spell. ‘Are you all right sweetheart, you have a faraway look in your eyes, and you’ve gone bright red?’ Ruth was suddenly startled out of her reverie, knowing Isobel had caught her staring at her sex.

‘Yes, I’m fine, just fine, I was just concentrating very hard,’ she explained.

‘Yes, you were, weren’t you,’ said Isobel casually, adding, ‘I think we ought to take a short break, don’t you?’

‘That might be a good idea. You’ve been posing so well and hardly moved at all. I think you deserve a rest,’ and she put down her sketch book, and stood up stretching herself. Isobel stood up too, and walked about the room, stretching herself too, and looking marvellous as she did it. ‘Don’t you want to put your robe on?’ asked Ruth.

‘No, I’m very happy naked. Why, do you want me to put it on?’ she asked stepping closer, her eyes almost like an intimate caress holding Ruth’s as she stood so close their breasts were only inches apart. Ruth shook her head and looked away, her mind in turmoil.

‘No, no, I’m very comfortable with you azeri escort naked too,’ she replied. ‘Would you like to see how it’s going so far?’ she asked, turning away and lifting up the sketch pad, desperately trying to change the subject, but realised she’d made a big mistake immediately, for now Isobel was standing right next to her with one hand on her shoulders. They looked at the drawing so far, with Isobel exclaiming how good it was, but all Ruth could think of was the heat emanating from Isobel’s naked body close to hers, as the wonderful breasts nestled against her arm.

‘You’re trembling my dear,’ Isobel stated, ‘are you sure you’re all right. Do you feel well?’ Ruth shuddered even more as Isobel turned her round and took her in her arms. ‘You poor dear,’ she whispered in her ear, stroking her back. Quite involuntarily a moan escaped Ruth’s lips, and Isobel stepped back a little, looking into the blue, blue eyes of her friend. When Ruth closed her eyes, Isobel gently let her mouth brush against the full sensual lips, parting them with her tongue. Ruth opened her mouth in response and suddenly they were kissing passionately, fiercely, sexually.

There could be no mistake as Isobel knowingly caressed Ruth on her back, bottom and finally her breasts. Ruth clung on helplessly, her legs suddenly feeling hopelessly weak and incapable of holding her up, completely overcome by the strength of her passions. She felt the silky-smooth skin of Isobel’s back and sides, the firm buttocks, and the wonderful naked breasts pushing against her own. Isobel pushed her back gently as they kissed, manoeuvring Ruth towards the bed, never letting up on the kissing and touching for a moment, giving her no time to think until the edge of the bed caught the back of her legs and down she went, with Isobel on her in seconds, like a lioness going in for the kill.

The kissing continued, but now the touching became much more intimate, and Ruth’s breasts felt so, ‘tingly,’ and so good. She never noticed until it was too late, but without warning she felt Isobel’s hand under her skirt, searching and probing, stroking and caressing, trying to find a way through the barrier of her undergarments. She made a token protest, but then Isobel found her way in, and Ruth felt real pleasure between her legs such as she’d never experienced before, and abandoned all thought of struggle, or resistance.

She even helped Isobel undress her, until she too was naked, ‘Let me look at you my darling,’ whispered Isobel, pausing for a moment to drink in the sight of her beautiful new conquest. ‘Oh Ruth, you’re simply divine,’ she said in a low voice as she pushed Ruth’s knees apart, seeing for the first time the natural blonde curls that masked the pale pink lips. Isobel stroked lightly against the moist pussy lips, letting her fingers gradually work through the wispy hair until Ruth was uncovered in all her glory. She stroked between the wet lips, gently pushing them aside, letting her fingers slowly work deeper while the ball of her thumb sawed lightly against the lovely clitoris peeking from below its hood. Ruth spread her legs wider now, all shyness gone, just desperate for this lovely warm feeling never to stop.

As Isobel began to slide her fingers in and out of the increasingly wet pussy, Ruth sighed with delight, feeling a tightness in her chest that made it difficult to breathe. She gasped for breath, feeling herself open up to the gentle probing, while her world narrowed down to that small area of willing flesh between her legs. ‘Oh Isobel,’ she gasped out, ‘ I love it, I’ve never felt anything so good before,’ but Isobel just hushed her, and swivelling round on the bed, placed her head between Ruth’s outstretched thighs and started to lap and caress the open labia and clitoris very gently. Ruth, in her innocence thought nothing could feel better than Isobel’s hands touching her pussy, but within a few seconds, within that part of her conscious mind that still functioned, she realised she was wrong.

This was sublime, utter bliss, and the position Isobel had adopted allowed her an unhindered view of the older woman’s vagina. She was struck by how wet and succulent it looked; open and oozing juices, the complete wonder surrounded by trimmed dark hair. She could smell her too, such a wonderful musky aroma. She was overcome by the sensations coursing through her body and so very grateful that she felt almost compelled to give back what she was receiving and lifted her head, rubbing her nose against Isobel’s clitoris. Isobel moaned loudly in response, and encouraged, Ruth licked at the juices.

An unusual flavour she thought, but not at all unpleasant, and pushed her tongue between the lips which she was making even wetter than before, and was rewarded by an even louder cry of pleasure from Isobel who in return redoubled her efforts to give more pleasure to Ruth. And so it was that the lovers, egged on by each other became more and more frantic, until at last Ruth felt something akin to an earthquake take control of her beautiful body, trembling and shuddering, overpowering emotions and sensations swept over her again and again, leaving her drained, but entirely relaxed. ‘Thank you Isobel, oh thank you so much. I’ve never…’ but her words trailed off, superfluous. No words could convey how she felt right then, so she gave up trying to think and just luxuriated in the moment.

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