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Chez le Marquis

Young Maude arrived at the Marquis’ Parisian mansion with her parents. The magnificent building appeased the demoiselle, who had been facing a measure of dread about this voyage. The marquis’ disturbingly handsome demeanor soon added yet another layer that dread.

“Good morning, mister Viscount. And you are absolutely ravishing, madam, just like this young lady,” said the Marquis, settling a pleased smile on Maude. “Did you have a pleasant journey?”

“Yes, the journey was nice. The temperature was pleasant and the magnificent countryside was with us every step of the way,” answered the Viscount.

“Your home is splendid, dear Marquis,” followed the Viscountess.

“I’m very pleased you have had a good trip. Come, come. My help will take care of your belongings.”

“We won’t be staying long Marquis. We are leaving you our daughter, as we would like her so much to get to know Paris. It isn’t by remaining in the countryside that she will get to know the city.”

“I will take good care of your darling daughter. My servants have already prepared the most gorgeous room in the manor. I will organize little soirées with some friends in order to give her some diversion. The art of conversation in a very important thing to Parisians.”

“Everything is in order then, Marquis. We leave her in your trust.”

The Viscount took the Marquis aside.

“Please give me some news. You see, I would like her to find a reasonably wealthy husband,” whispered the Viscount in the Marquis’ ear

“I will give you news, you can count on me.”

“Be very careful, I don’t want some rapscallion to paw her before vows are said. This child is so pure,” said the Viscount in a hushed voice.

“I will do as you indicate.”

Turning to the Viscountess, the Marquis wished them a good trip back.

“Thank you, and we are counting on you Marquis.” said the Viscountess. Then she turned to her daughter. “Take care of yourself, my child, be polite and do as the Marquis says.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Until next time.”

The Viscount and his wife kissed both their daughter and the Marquis as was customary and left the manor. The young girl was alone in the hall before her host. Maude was a radiant beauty. The Marquis looked at her attentively, which immediately made her cheeks blush a warm shade of pink. Her hair had a slight curl to and went all the down her back to stop at her buttocks. Her slightly naïve look made her visage perfect. A touch of shyness and of willfulness mingled in the blue spheres of her eyes. Her body was soft and delicate. While he was peering at this soft angel, however, the Marquis knew that a beautiful woman he had met a few days ago awaited his return in bed. The Marquis had everything to please a women. He had a noble countenance. His eyes were vibrant with life and his face brilliantly designed. His mouth was inviting and the few wayward facial hairs that ornamented his chin gave him a slightly marginal look that had its desired effect on Maude. He was tall and his shoulders broad, even more accentuated with the cut of his clothing. He showed the sweet young lady to her room, and soon regained his.

The redhead was still there lying on the bed, her breasts bare.

“My handsome Marquis, whatever were you doing?”

“A friend, a Viscount from the countryside, came to bestow his daughter upon me. He would like to find her a Parisian husband. She is a very seductive child. She positively glows with virginity. Here, come to me, desire has made my member grow from the instant she came in and it is still as just as large in its confines.”

“You make me jealous, beautiful lover. So must I take this appendage, though it has arisen for another.”

“You are just as marvelous a creature, Casandra. Worry not, you make me arise as well.”

The marquis didn’t have to wait long for Casandra to take him into her mouth. She had magnificent lips: fleshy, full and extremely soft. She wielded her tongue with extraordinary dexterity, bringing forth pleasure from the man at every spot on his penis simultaneously. The precision of her lips and tongue gave the woman immense satisfaction. She loved fellatio. Her vagina sparked under the Marquis’ newly placed fingertips. He was a master craftsman when it came to caressing the clitoris. She came on his hand as she felt his sperm course into her mouth and spill onto her nude breasts. The marquis had his hand on a absolutely exciting wet caress, so rarely had he been with a woman with such intense orgasms.

They ate a bit later. The Marquis fetched Maude in her room. She followed him and was quite surprised at the sight of Casandra.

“Greetings Madam, are you the Marquise?”

“No, no young lady. I am a friend of the Marquis. I’m spending a few days in Paris.”

“Come, come, young women, your meals are already waiting,” announced the Marquis, winking at Casandra.

They fed together, the three of them. Maude remained quiet. She was troubled by the effect the Marquis was having on her. Of course, she had met bursa escort handsome men, but he possessed a charisma that they did not. The Marquis played at conversation. With eloquence, he spoke of life’s many things. Maude became both shocked and jealous when she noticed that Casandra seemed to caress the Marquis under the table while they supped without the slightest hint of shame. She placed her hand between his legs near his penis. Casandra had noticed Maude’s fuming and to provoke her she redoubled her caresses. Her efforts didn’t seem to trouble the Marquis, who continued conversing as if he didn’t notice what was happening between both women.

The Marquis led Maude back to her room. Along the way, the marquis was sometimes so close that she could feel his clothes rubbing against hers. In front of her room he planted a kiss on both her cheeks. She felt a soft latent pleasure resting between her thighs, though it only mingled with her fear.

Maude went to bed early, but sleep was late to come. She heard some noise from the hallway. She got up to see its source and saw the Marquis holding half nude Casandra as they entered a nearby room. She had much trouble sleeping. She was imaging the goings on in the room a few doors down. Once, she had surprised her brother in the stable with a young lady. They were rolling around in the hay, naked, and she remembered having seen her brother suckling on the girl’s breasts. She was crying out in pleasure while caressing the bulge in the boy’s pants. Her brother had pulled out his well-hardened member to slip it inside the girl who hollered with pleasure. Maude had run away quickly for fear of being discovered, but now these images haunted her dreams. During her first night at the manor, she imagined the Marquis mounting her like her brother had that girl. She saw herself orgasm under the man’s cock.

She awakened in the middle of the night The tips of her breasts were hard and she felt a pleasant yet disturbing feeling between her legs. For the first time in her life, she stroked her breasts and, with her other hand she made circles on the small nub of flesh where her secret lips met. She had never felt anything like this and she imagined that it was the Marquis bringing her these pleasurable caresses. She suddenly felt very wrong about what she was doing. Maude stopped and went back to sleep.

The next day while exiting her room, Maude was shoved aside by a young man running down the hallway. He turned quickly. He was petrified by the beauty of the person he had bumped into. She stared at the boy’s magnificent sweaty body.

“Sorry, m, mademoiselle ,” he stammered “Are you alright?!”

“I’m fine, Sir, all is well.”

“Are you the master’s new guest?”

“Yes, and you are?”

“I am the master’s gardener. If you need anything.”

“No that’s fine… I don’t have a garden in my room.”

“Glad to have met you.”

The two young people were red-faced with bashfulness. The gardener quickly ran away and Maude saw the Marquis watching them from the end of the hall. He walked forward to meet her.

“Nice looking young man that gardener. I ,for one, no longer have that youthful glow.” “You’re not that bad either,” she surprised herself saying.

As true as what she said was, she still bitterly regretted her last words. Of course the Marquis was a bit older, around thirty or thirty-five at most. Meanwhile the gardener was eighteen if that, but still a very good-looking young man. She didn’t speak a word all the way to the dining room.

“Do you wish to go into Paris today?”

“Oh yes, of course Sir.”

“You could go to the museum. One of my domestics can accompany you.”

“If you so desire, Sir.”

“That’s good. Isabelle will accompany you.”

After the meal, Isabelle and Maude went out to the museum. The gardener was working outside. His eyes never left Maude, who was walking in a long, attractive dress that espoused her curves and accentuated her body and long hair. She watched him as well, that tightly-muscled young man. But she continued on her way.

Isabelle was pleasant enough company. She was a beautiful woman as well. Her skin was of a deeper tone. Her brown hair fell gracefully to her bare shoulders. She wore a pretty dress that lifted her fairly abundant bust and drew sharply on her marvelously thin waist. She spoke much and seemed to like her master very much. This last point annoyed Maude a little, but the woman was so much more agreeable than Casandra. Together, they looked at the paintings and sculptures. Maude was amazed by the sheer number of beautiful masterpieces there were. After the museum they took a short breather in a small café that often hosted a literary circle. They heard some inklings of the conversation.

“The Marquis published a new novel.”

“The king is keeping his eyes open, he is becoming upsetting.”

“I heard it speaks of orgies and masturbation.”

“Oh!”

She couldn’t make out the rest, but Maude was already asking herself a lot of questions. That night at dinner, she asked him what he did with his days.

“I write much and I go out to town to meet with friends. Why do you ask?”

“Women bursa escort bayan in the city spoke of your novels.”

“What did they think of them?”

“They said that they were pious verses.” He softly mocked him.

“Right! That’s what I thought,” He answered her sarcasm. “Would you like a read?” he challenged.

“Certainly not.”

“Your father raised a good girl I see.”

“Of course. And I have no wish to understand your perversions.”

“Is that right?”

The Marquis looked at her with an irresistible smile. The young woman went up to her room her plate half eaten.

Maude grabbed a book and went to the garden, where she laid in the grass to read. The gardener was in the woods a few meters away. She had not seen him.

He softly masturbated himself while looking at the natural beauty that lay down before him. Her long dress hiked up slightly letting him see her beautiful legs. Her dress molding her magnificent perfectly-sized breasts. He imagined himself slipping inside her quickly and feeling her coming in his arms. He had never touched a woman. He had seen a woman in the nude that some of his friends had paid to dance before them, but never had he actually touched one. Not even a kiss; he had always been too coy. He always satisfied himself by watching. The Marquis invited the most beautiful girls in Paris to his manor, so it was a good place to be. This Maude was different. Usually the guests of the Marquis were bold girls that came here to be debauched. In this case, with Maude, she seemed as shy as he was. She truly attracted him. His orgasm was very good.

Maude went to bed when the sun began to set. She met the Marquis in the hallway.

“I will be receiving some friends tomorrow. Will you be joining us?”

“Yes, of course, Sir.”

“Very good.”

The Marquis made his way to the gardener’s room .

“She pleases you, the young Maude?”

“She is very beautiful monsieur Marquis.”

“I saw you in the woods earlier today. Too much masturbation kills a man. Go for it.”

The gardener was truly embarrassed. He didn’t dare speak about such things with the Marquis. He knew that the Marquis wrote erotic novels. He had even read one, but he still didn’t dare to discuss it. The Marquis felt his uneasiness, smiled at him, and left the room. The gardener dreamt of Maude. He saw Maude naked exiting her room to join him in his. He would hold her against him, against his hard member. He caressed her breasts, then penetrated her. But he could only dream about it; never would he ask a well bred woman of noble blood to join him.

Meanwhile, in her bed, Maude dreamt of the Marquis. She masturbated for a second time, but did not hold herself back as she had. She stroked her breasts and her vagina, at first hesitantly, then more forcefully with intensity and joy.

The next day, everyone prepared for the soirée that would be underway that evening.

The help busied themselves with cleaning and food while the Marquis wrote in the garden. Maude had to run some errands in the city and was accompanied by Isabelle.

“What do you think of the Marquis?” asked Isabelle.

“He is a nice enough man.”

“I that all? You know, the Marquis is an excellent lover.”

Maude reddened.

“Don’t speak of that.”

“The elegant little well-groomed noble has no desires, I imagine. Why do you come to our home if not to discover your sexuality?”

“Father and mother sent me to discover Paris”

“They are both unfortunate naïves.”

“Don’t speak of my parent like that, ill-mannered servant!”

The soiree given by the marquis revealed itself to be very interesting. There were numerous cultivated nobles of good taste. Literature, politics and religion were discussed. The evening went rather well. After the majority of the guests had left, Maude went to bed. She got up a while later after realizing that she had forgotten her gloves downstairs. She crept down the stairs so as to not awaken anyone.

In the study she saw the Marquis in the nude with three women. There was Isabelle, Casandra and a Baroness who was present during the evening. The Baroness was a young woman, rather tall and very pretty. She had charming little breasts that looked as if they would be pleasant to the touch. She had blond hair like Maude. The Marquis lay down on the carpet while Isabelle feasted on his sex. He ordered the two other to dance for him. They pressed themselves one up against the other. Their hips swayed sinuously in unison. Casandra descended along the Baroness’ body, covering her with kisses while the Baroness caressed her partner’s breasts. The Marquis stared at them attentively while Isabelle swirled her tongue around the length of his erect penis.

“Lick each other!” he ordered.

The two women kissed each other languorously while pressing their taut bodies one against the other. Cassandra finally sucked on the Baroness’ breasts. Meanwhile, the baroness caressed the redhead’s loins.

“That’s good, come to me now.”

The women curled close to the Marquis. Isabelle and the Baroness shared his penis while Casandra, who sat on his escort bursa chest, kissed him. Since the women had changed positions Maude could now see the young gardener on the other side of the room, pleasuring himself. Maude was excited by seeing him like this, she felt like emulating the women atop the Marquis and jumping on his penis. But this situation was very embarrassing to her. She put her hand under her skirt to caress herself a bit. This pleased the gardener, who had noticed he wasn’t looking the only voyeur in the room. The four lovers on the carpet rolled around as one. The Marquis was in absolute bliss. The girls rubbed up against him with their hard breasts and wet vaginas. They cried out with joy. He penetrated the one after the other, while the other two women caressed the one mounting the burning shaft. Maude continued to masturbate herself in silence, while once in a while eyeing the gardener. The Marquis and the women cried out very loudly after he ejaculated his sperm all over their naked bodies. They exited the room to go to sleep on the second floor.

Without really knowing where he had found this courage, the gardener rushed Maude. He violently laid her on the ground and placed his bloated penis on her vagina and his hands on her breasts. Maude felt an immense pleasure when she felt the warm member against her. However, the boy’s brutality disgusted her. She pushed him away and quickly regained her sleeping quarters.

Alone in her room, Maude realized she truly had yearned for that penis. It was the missing piece to her aching puzzle. When she had her hand in between her legs she could pleasure herself, but when she had felt the boy’s cock she knew that it would have given her a superior kind of pleasure. She went to bed, jealous of the girls who were with the Marquis. She wasn’t bisexual but still the spectacle had been very exiting by its pure evocation of carnal pleasure. Besides, the Marquis was so handsome and in such complete control on the situation. It was this kind of domination that excited Maude. When she was with him she felt like a little girl and saw in him a master. With the gardener it was different, she believed herself his equal and they were both so naïve and yet eager to learn. That was what excited her about him. The gardener didn’t know how to face a woman in the same way she didn’t how to face a boy.

The gardener went to bed alone. He regretted his rash actions. But this girl was so beautiful and she was masturbating too! He hungered for her in the extreme. That brief contact with her breasts had forever awakened his needs. He now knew how much joy he could feel from it. The gardener was jealous of how the Marquis was so skilled with women. Three at a time even.

The next morning, Maude found a little book on her nightstand. Certainly, it was a book written by the Marquis himself. This is when she found the pleasure to be had from reading erotic literature. Even the descriptions of the women made her damp. Every sexual passage she read evoked erotic sensations on her body. She read the book while rubbing a cushion between her legs. She need the courage to go speak to the Marquis.

She went to his room. She knocked softly.

“Yes, Come in.”

“Sir, Marquis, are you the one who left this book with me?”

“Yes. Did you like it?”

“Yes, quite.”

The Marquis was sitting in front of his desk, where he was writing. He wore a pair of pants and nothing else. His bare torso was very exciting to Maude, his strong build attracted her. She neared him.

“Did you read all of it?”

“Yes”

“You were not shocked?”

“Yes, very much so.”

“Why did you like it?”

“Because I want to try too.”

The Marquis had a shimmer of pleasure in his eyes. He approached her.

“So you will do as I ask?”

“Yes.”

“Touch it.”

She put her hand up against the penis over the pants. It was very hard. She rubbed it a bit.

“Close your eyes!”

She shut them and the Marquis slid his hand up into the folds of her skirt to caress her clitoris. He put his lips gently on her neck. Then he touched her breasts. She could no longer take it. She was horribly embarrassed. She left the bedchamber quickly running to hers. She stayed in her room all day. She though of all that she had learned here in the manor.

Later, in the evening, it was the Marquis who knocked at her door.

“Come in.”

“Good evening, Miss.”

“Good evening, Marquis.”

“You were not quite ready. Take your time.”

“No, I’m ready.”

“Really? I doubt that.”

“Put me to the test then.”

“That’s all I was waiting for. So tonight, at midnight, it my room.”

“Why not now?”

“To give you a chance to back out.”

Maude remained alone in her room. Everything had been going so fast in the past few days. She wasn’t really that much of a believer in religion but she put on a show of piety for her parents. But she really was serious about being chaste for her marriage. Now she was confronted with sexuality in a fairly brutal manner. She was very proud and did not want to lose face before the Marquis. Therefore, she had to go through with it. She didn’t know what to do meanwhile. She paced in her room. Would she be up to the task? Could she orgasm like those women last night? Many questions came to her. The twelve strokes of midnight rang at last.

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I shall be frank, when I am sucking Jason I feel perfect Karma. I just adore the taste of him and can never resist another fuck of that gorgeous tight ass looking so good in those tight blue brush jeans, when he bends over the arm of the settee he perches it just right for my scrutiny and he knows also to expect a few sharp smacks of my open hand firmly slap each cheek.

Then the enchanting way he moves that ass to and fro as I soundly spank it, he so enjoys that and pleads for me to master him.

I order him to drop his jeans and contently watch him wiggle out of them, gradually revealing that so wonderful show of his underwear I adore so much. There is nobody I know looks do good in black and red boxer shorts and I can never resist touching him up through them, ordering him to stand there and open his legs so I can kneel and ruffle up to feel that gorgeous growing mound against my nostrils, sniffing the scent of pure unadulterated cock I love so much, longing to taste it inside my mouth as I edge my fingers up and inside his leg beneath his boxers to get that first feel of quality cock and balls. MMM! I can tell you it is heavenly and I enjoy Jason so very much, he likes me to command and take him at my will and when I strip him, to examine that freshly spanked red glowing ass I want to slap it all over again, this time bending him across my knee as he yelps with every contact, watching those ripe cheeks wobble like jelly as I slap.

Then when he whimpers I get the message to stop and then for the real enjoyment of ass hole balls and cock I love to feel and play with following spanking.

He whimpers again and I suggest he moves to my bed, takes the position of crouching on all bursa escort fours so I can thoroughly examine and feel him. It is lovely , his gorgeous round young ass up and ready for a stiff fucking. Nut before that I just want to spend time tasting and sucking every sinew of him down under, enjoying the pungent taste and smell of freshly stretched cock as I lick its head and p-hole until he is crying to be jerked off.

But I wont let him have that yet, I need to enjoy a lots more sucking and tasting before he cums all over me. I need to smother him with my soiled briefs I have just removed, watching his expression as I tie them around the base of his cock with the g-sting I had underneath, to hold him back until am ready for him to shoot and spurt all his hot cream over my face.

“You are bloody lovely, Jason” I whisper to him, stroking his cheeks then stretching them apart to sample that lovely brown hole with the tip of my tongue. Rolling it around and around as I hear him sort of purr, then licking it a bit more between inserting my tongue feeling the absolute ecstasy of the feel of him there. When I am away like that, and only Jason does that to me, I could do anything for Jason, for whatever he did, his body fluids and all, I could not feel any resentment or distaste, that is how I felt for him and just how much he turned me on, That lovely gorgeous pink ass just waiting to be fucked, and fucked by me which made me feel so very warm and belonging.

“I love what you do to me, Pete and long for you fuck into me.”

Jason was certainly a great fuck and no mistake, when I made it with him I wanted to do all at once, but for now I was so enjoying just rubbing his all up with my mouth bursa escort bayan and face, he put his hand down and squeezed his cock, sort of hinting for me to do the same, and I did and it felt so good and so flexible in my clenched hand – and his balls p they were out of this world as I ordered him now to lay down on his back and open wide so I could enjoy lots more sucking and tasting, seeing how wonderful and good he looked, all ass and cock for me, that’s what he said he wanted, to be quality ass for me, and he was that.

“It needs a little more light spanking methinks, Jason” I said and he obligingly perched his ass out for me as I squeezed and massaged it prior to spanking.

“I will try the back of your clothes brush this time, aright Jase?” I asked.

He looked at me, that certain expression that told me he knew it would sting, but the pleasure of the aftermath, when I would give it a thorough massage with coconut oil would make it feel all wonderfully numb and soothed. It was a new experience slapping him firmly with that brush back, the sound was thrilling combined with his yelps every time I came down on him. I enjoyed it this time with him still slaying on his back, legs stretched up and out and leaning back, exposing his all. I watched his as get redder and redder, I didn’t want to scar him, so I stopped, poured some coconut t oil into the palm of my right hand and gave it a thoroughly deep massage, making sure I massaged between his thighs too, over his firm young balls and hearing his cock squelch as I did so, wonderful!.

All that achieved I felt this overwhelming urge to go down and suck that ass hole again, to taste that unique scent of Jason I loved so much.

Now escort bursa he was moving his hips telling me his ass was stinging but feeling so wonderful and that he so wanted to feel the stiffness of my fuck inside him.

But I was not finished with what I was doing, I knew I was teasing and tantalising him, my cock was throbbing too but first things first, I just had to get the smell of him over my face so I released the tie form his palpitating cock and took the now blue hardness deep into my throat as I hear him yell with delight as I really went to it and gave it my all, wanking with my hand and sucking with my mouth taking full penetration as I felt his knob entering my throat.

It was one of those things you have always wanted to do and so good and comforting you are doing it without inhibition or reservation and you were doing it with a guy like Jason.

I heard that certain throat noise as I knew he was revving up to eject his load, and when it happened I had just been licking his p-hole for all was worth and to feel the spurt of hot white spunk gulch into my mouth, over my face, everywhere was fantastic.

Now he would really get my fuck, he’d get it full and stiff deeply penetrating him so he could feel its strong throb take him completely

My face covered in his cock cream I made him lick it off else he wouldn’t get my fuck and we picked and tasted together, then I felt complete – it was so imitate and thrusting into Jason’s ready hole made it the perfect ending, his fuck as always was like and explosion of the worlds largest volcano as I thrust and thrust my hard stiff cock deep up inside his ass making him yell and cry out for more and more fucking.

And afterwards, when it was all done for another day anyway, we showered together and it was so wonderful. I felt we belonged to each other in every way and that deep penetration deep French kiss in the shower sort of confirmed it.

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Jack had all the food made and was waiting for his son to come down. Every so often he would glance at the glass of orange juice that contained the sleeping pill.

As he was contemplating over whether he should do this or not. His son came down in baggy sweat pants and a muscle tank top.

“Hey dad.” Jake said.

“Hey son. I made some lunch for myself and there was enough left for you to.” Jack said.

“Cool thanks I was hoping for some food, but didn’t want to make any.” Jake said.

As he finished saying this he sat down at the table and started inhaling the food like he hadn’t eaten in a week. As jack was sitting at the table and eating his own food he was wondering when Jake was finally going to drink the orange juice.

Just as this thought passed through his head his son finished his food and gulped down the juice.

“Why don’t you go sit on the couch and I will clean up the dishes.” Jack said.

“Thanks dad.”

As that was said Jake headed to the family room.

When Jack had finished with the dishes he went to the family room to see if the pill had kicked in yet or not. As he walked into the room he saw his son sprawled on the couch and was snoring softly. Not knowing how much time he had until the pill wore off in less than 30 minutes. He headed over to his son and threw him over his shoulder fireman style. Carrying him down to the basement he was careful not to give his son a concussion on the way down.

Opening up the door to the room he laid his son down on the table with the restraints so it would be easier to remove his son’s clothes. pulling off his son’s shirt he saw the defined muscles that showed off a hairless chest. much like his own. Then moving to the other side he started to pull his son’s pants off. Revealing the black briefs his son had put on. The outline of the fairly average cock was outlined in the fabric. After setting the pants on the table on top of the shirt he started pulling the briefs down the toned slightly hairy legs. slapping against his son’s abs was a 6-inch limp dick. Moving the clothes to the bin by the door he went back and re-picked up his son carrying him to the swing.

Placing him in the swing back down. He picked up the right arm and fastened it to the swing hard enough that he wouldn’t be able to move to much when he woke up. then did the same with the left arm and both legs. Now all he had to do was wait for his son to wake up.

Looking up at the clock he realized that it won’t be that long now realizing that the entire thing had taken twenty minutes.

Two bursa escort minutes later-

His son started stirring realizing that he was no longer on the couch he started to look around. Noticing that he was naked. then further more saw that both his arms and legs were restrained. Finally looking around the rest of the room he saw all the toys neatly organized the room then his eyes came to rest on his father.

“Dad? What’s going on? Why am I naked and tied to this thing?” Jake asked.

“Well you see your mother went out of town with your sisters and I’m horny and it is my birthday.”

“So why am I strapped down because this seems really weird.” Jake asked.

“Oh you see, you missed the part about being horny.” Jack said.

“No I didn’t I just didn’t understand what it had to do with me.” Jake said.

“Oh that. Well it’s perfectly simple I’m going to fuck you. Using the various toys around the room after I use my cock to pop your anal cherry first.” Jack stated.

Jake eyes widened throughout the entire statement. His eyes however showed that he was afraid with the tiniest bit of interest.

“But you can’t. I’m your son it would be wrong and I’m straight.” Jake said nervously.

“Well actually I can because you are tied down and can’t move plus we are the only ones in the house and this room is sound proof. So in that case you birthday present to me is going to be your cherry.” Jack said while taking off his shirt.

Jake couldn’t help but stare at his father’s body in awe at how toned and muscular it was.

“But dad …” Jake started.

“No buts Jake. We are going to do this right now before your brother decides to come home and start looking for us. Now I just need to stop you from talking before you ruin my buzz.” Jack said.

As he said this he continued stripping down till he was completely naked showing his smooth toned chest and six pack. His toned slightly furry legs and the 10-inch hard-on that bounced as he walked. Heading for the table with the ball gags he grabbed on that wasn’t too small and not to large and headed over to his son. On the way there he picked up another toy that would hold his son’s mouth open while he face fucked him.

“Dad. Think about this real quickly you don’t want to do…mmf.” Jake started.

Jack had forced the device with the hole in the center into his son’s mouth. holding it open so that his 2 and a half-inch wide dick could fit into his mouth. After fastening the straps behind his head he grabbed on to his son’s head and turned it to the side so that he could see bursa escort bayan his dick.

“This right here I’m going to put in your mouth and face fuck you. Then I’m going to switch out the gags in your mouth, then I’m going to finger you and shove my cock up your ass and cum inside you. Got it.” Jack said.

“mm-hmm.” Jake mumbled.

“Great now get ready.” Jack said.

With that he pushed his cock into his son’s mouth and slowly started to move his cock back and forth. Jake started to move his tongue around the cock hoping to make it go faster and bring him off in his mouth. Jack wanting to father started to press his dick too far and started Jake’s gagging reflex. Which was hard to do because he couldn’t cough easily with the gag in his mouth. After about two minutes Jack was getting close to the brink and pulled out. After that he quickly switched the gags and started to head to his son’s ass. Looking down he saw that his son was hard.

“Well looks like someone is enjoying himself.” Jack said while masturbating Jake’s cock.

“MMM-MMM.” Jake tried to pretend.

With disbelief written all over his face Jack went over to the table against the wall and grabbed a bottle of lube. Putting some on his hand and rubbed it on his dick. The entire he was lubing his dick his son was watching him. When he was well oiled, he put some more on his fingers and went over to his son’s ass. Slapping his ass, he gently smeared some of the lube in his crack.

“Ready for the first finger.” Jack stated.

“MM-MMM!!” Jake emphasized.

Trying to squirm away was not working because he was strapped to the swing and couldn’t move anywhere and couldn’t yell because of the ball gag. Just as he was trying to find a way out of this he felt a sharp shoot of pain at his asshole. While he had been struggling his father had started to press his finger into his whole getting up to the first knuckle before it started to hurt. Slightly pulling his finger out then pushing all the way in he started to fuck his son with the one finger. When the ass hole felt loose enough he started to add another causing another jolt of pain. When this one was painlessly sliding in and out he started to scissor them more and more to loosen the hole. When that was easier to deal with he started to add a third finger with only caused a small amount of pain as it was only slightly larger than the two fingers scissoring. When the hole was loose enough he withdrew his fingers.

“Ready to get fucked?” Jack asked.

Shaking his head no Jake knew it was futile.

His father escort bursa started to push his head into his anus and was met with little resistance. Thanks to be being so open from the finger fucking there was not much pain. As his father started to sink more of his cock in to him. going in a couple inches then backing out a few. He was trying to get thoughts out of his mind. Very soon his father was all the way inside him. Then very slowly he started to pull out until the head was just in then went all the way back in and did this several times. The entire thing was starting to turn Jake on. Then all of a sudden a wave of pleasure rushes through Jake.

“MMMMMM.” Jake moaned.

“I found our prostate. Now then lets heat this up.” Jack said.

All of a sudden he pulled all the way out to the tip and rammed back in hitting Jake’s prostate on the way. Then repeated it over and over. Jake was enjoying himself by the moans of pleasure and the rock hard dick and pre-cum oozing out of it. Jack had great stamina from the fact that he had already cum once earlier and was going on twenty minutes when he felt his balls starting to pull up.

“OH. Jake I’m CUMMMMMMMIINNNGGG.” Jack moaned loudly.

With that said Jake felt his father slam into him twice more and then stayed there. Then he felt something warm fill his ass up. His father had come within him. When that thought had hit his head he came himself. Shooting all the way up to the top of his chest. When he finally came down he felt his father pull out of him. he felt some of the come spilling out of his asshole. His father saw this and grabbed a cup and caught all the cum falling out of his ass.

“Well that wasn’t bad for your first time. Don’t worry your second will be coming in a few.” Jack said. As he caught the falling cum.

Jake was spent but when he heard that his dick jumped back to life and started to harden. He hated the fact that he was so turned on at the thought of being fucked by his father. His father however didn’t fail to notice his reaction.

“Well looks like someone is getting used to the idea of getting fucked. Don’t worry your mother is being more stingy with when I can fuck her and this won’t be the last day.” Jack said.

Jake couldn’t help but wonder how long his father planned to keep this going. But he couldn’t voice this thought because of the fact that he was still gagged.

“Well now I’m revived. let’s have a little more fun with more of the toys in here.” jack said.

He gave another tug on his dick which was fully hard once again. Then he started to move around the room grabbing plugs and dildo’s and putting them on tray he could wheel around.

“Now then let’s have some more fun.” Jack said with a smile and headed over to his son with the tray.

To be continued.

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The best news I had all day was a little message from my husband to say he wouldn’t be home until later than normal tonight.

I think I need to clarify: I love my husband more than anything, and we have a wonderful life together, from the fits of laughter to the mind-blowing orgasms, but sometimes… well, sometimes I like to have a bit of a giggle on my own, if you know what I mean.

There’s a bit of a routine I’ve got into, in my secret little moments. It starts with that satisfying click of the lock the moment I walk into the house. It’s empty, and silent – too far back from the road for traffic noise, no neighbours to worry about. I close the curtains, and it’s dark all over the house. It’s warm too, and I shake off my coat first, leaving it lying on the floor by the front door. Then I walk over to the sofa and sit in the silence for a few minutes. It’s blissful, after all the noise and bluster of a day at work.

I take off my belt and then unbutton my shirt, watching it fall off my shoulders. I stand up, unzip my pencil skirt, and let it drop to the floor. I can see myself reflected in the tv screen, standing in my underwear, claret red lace bra and panties, with smoky black stockings held up by a pitch black suspender belt. I like looking at myself, appreciating the curves of my body, my almost oversized breasts and the hourglass sides, feeling all the more sexy for the spiked heels I’m still wearing. I turn and look at myself from every angle I can manage, and then collapse again onto the sofa.

I just lie there to start with, listening to my own breathing. I let images run through my head, of my husband, his face when we make love, the experiments we’ve had together, every erotic moment I can recall, and after a while I settle on the one I want to think about right now. Today, for example, when I got to this stage, I started to remember a threesome we’d had about six months before. That was a good night. A woman we’d known a while, Claire – we’d all slept together before – but that one night, it was electric. How bursa escort she leaned over and kissed me on the bed, her tongue flicking into my mouth explosively while my husband watched us. How we had stroked each other’s naked bodies, her nipples like cherries in my mouth as she slid one finger softly across my clit, causing me to shake so badly I thought I’d cum right then. The memory made me smile; I felt my pussy twitch and looked down to see my own nipples erect and ready. I wanted to squeeze them, hold my breast in my hand and bring it up to my mouth to lick it, suck it hard, bite it like I’d bitten Claire’s. Not yet though: I like to prolong things as long as possible, when I’ve got time on my side.

My mind raced back over the images of that night with Claire. I remembered how things got heavier, as my husband joined us and stroked our bodies at the same time, then kissed our breasts, first mine, then hers, switching between us over and over again and getting faster and firmer in his kisses both times. We’d gasped as he sucked at our nipples, more so when the fingers of his left hand found my pussy and started to play as his right hand pinched Claire’s nipples tightly. When I saw it move down to play with her cunt, fingers slipping in smoothly, I had felt a flash of jealously, followed by intense arousal – I moved his hand away from her and began to play with her myself. Her pussy was warm, tight, and soaking wet, and she responded to every touch with moans. Before long I felt her grinding herself on my hand, and was grateful for my husband’s attention on my own cunt.

Speaking of which.. while my head was full of memories, my hands had found my breasts. I was running my hands over the lace fabric of my bra, tracing circles getting closer and closer to my engorged nipples. I slipped my hands behind my back and undid the clasp, letting my breasts free, letting my hands wander over the soft flesh and squeeze, pull, getting more frantic with every move. Soon my nipples were between my fingers and I was tweaking hard, feeling jolts bursa escort bayan of current through my whole body right down to my pussy – now wet, I could feel from the fabric clinging, and swollen, sensitive, aching to be played with. I pulled at my tits again, making myself moan loudly for the first time this evening. I couldn’t wait any longer: I pushed both breasts up to my face and licked desperately at each nipple in turn. All the while, the memories played in my mind, Claire’s excited noises when I played with her cunt, and her writhing body as I sucked hard on her cherry nipples at the same time.

I have a favourite moment when I play with myself like this, and by this point I was just about ready for it. I stood up from the sofa, seeing myself in the tv again but now with my tits exposed and excited. I pulled off my high heels. I unclasped my stockings from their suspender belt and turned away from the tv – I didn’t want to see this, just to feel it, the luscious, sensual feeling of the silk sliding down my legs as I pulled the stockings down over skin already so sensitive. After kicking the stockings away I slipped my hands into my panties and pulled them away and down to the ground. I could see the damp on them from my cunt juice.

Settling back onto the sofa, my hands moved back to my nipples, squeezing again, but my body was desperate for more now. My mental images skipped further along in that night, to a moment when I was riding on my husband’s thick cock, straddling him and working my pussy hard, but looking not at my husband but at Claire as she sat over his face, gasping as his tongue darted into her cunt. While I rode my husband I played with her tits and kissed her desperately, all the time her gasps getting faster as she got closer to cumming. Remembering this I let my hands slide down my body. By the time my fingers found my pussy it was swollen, so sensitive, and dripping wet.

I began to play with my cunt, starting with pulling apart those lips and sliding my fingers gently between them. The wetness escort bursa made it so slippery I could barely keep my fingers where I wanted them. I dipped my finger right into my pussy and pulled it out soaking wet, then dragged it across both of my nipples, enjoying the exquisite tingle that passed through me. Then I returned both hands to my cunt, and I knew almost instantly how close I was to cumming.

Now I let the images run through my head fast as anything, feeling the excitement building incredibly. Claire’s beautiful tits as I sucked them, the feel of her pussy on my hand, the way she touched my body, and all the time my gorgeous husband’s body between us, fucking us each in turn, licking our pussies and grabbing our tits. Dreaming about it, I finally let my fingers settle on the bud of my clit, now sensitive and hard and ready. With one hand I fingered my tight pussy, reaching and rubbing desperately; with the other, I softly circled my oversensitive clit. Everything was wet, slippy swollen – I felt my body shiver once and knew I couldn’t hold off much longer.

In a frenzy now, I could concentrate on nothing but the mounting sensation growing in me. My fingers rubbed hard against my clit, the other hand pounding harder and harder at my hole. It was so tight, so wet, I couldn’t stand it: with a final flick of my clit I felt my whole body contract in the most explosive orgasm, visions in my head of Claire cumming on my tongue as my husband fucked me hard from behind, my husband cumming over my face while Claire sucked at his balls, visions of her sucking at my tits while he licked hard at my clit and then, just as now, me cumming so hard that everything went black as death in bliss.

My fingers, soaking, fell limply to my side as my body seemed to collapse after the intensity of the orgasm. I smiled to myself. Returning to reality, I turned onto my side, spent, exhausted, exhilarated. It was at that moment I saw my husband across the room. In my excitement I hadn’t heard him come in, but there he was, sat leaning forward so I couldn’t see the huge erection I could tell was waiting for me, and he grinned widely. I smiled back, too tired to say a word. I guess he had enjoyed watching me like that – but now my secret moments aren’t quite so secret.

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The blasting rock music on the stereo and the gyrating hyper college kids in the middle of the dance floor were enough reasons for me to leave Felt early, besides I had no intention of becoming the designated driver to those silly girls who called themselves friends, but I had ulterior motives than spending a night in a bar, getting high and wasted. I needed a room-mate, right now, ready to move in within the weekend and ready to pay the share in the coming days.

I had no intention of going back to the dorms nor calling my parents and asking them for money like the brat only-child they loved and spoiled. I was fed up with their shit, telling me what to do, who to talk to, what to eat, how to dress and the list was way longer than anyone’s imagination.

I nudged my tipsy friend again to catch her attention.” So where’s your mate. I need a room-mate tonight, you know.” I shouted pretty loud and apparently it was loud enough to get through her thick head. Staggering a bit she pointed to a boy over the hall and muttered, Tony. That was great, at least I had a name to stick to and spend the rest of the night looking for some possible room-mate called Tony.

I wasted a good half an hour looking for bursa escort that guy and it was no easy job to find your way through the swarming swishing sweating bodies, and they smelled disgusting, a mixture of liquor, sweat and bodily secretions of random faces making out in public, some people are so gross.

Tony was a big black guy in his twenties, all muscles with a chiseled face and a little intimidating in manners and other ways, so much that I started saying a silent prayer not to have him as my room-mate, but you have little choice under pressure.

I took a deep breath and approached him. Fortunately there weren’t any girls around and I caught his attention sooner than expected. “Hey sis, watcha up to?” he spoke with a slight lisp but that booming voice was giving me shivers and second thoughts. “Did I want someone that bad?”

He couldn’t do me any harm in front of so many people so I swallowed hard and stepped forward, starting to talk as fast as I could giving myself the chance to runaway before anything could happen.

“I’m a friend of Stacy and I need a room-mate, she said you could help.” and his help was the last thing I wanted then.

He opened his mouth once then shut it as bursa escort bayan if he’d changed his mind then he narrowed his eyes menacingly scanning the room, maybe looking for the next victim.

“Yea I can help, that kid playing poker, he was looking for a place of his own.” His hand showed some random table and I had to turn my head completely to follow .

“you mean that guy sitting on the table?” I asked rhetorically.

I moved forward before seeing Tony’s nod.

I got close enough to appraise the probable room-mate, he was younger than me, no doubt, but he looked too young to be drinking and actually being here. whatever his age was, obviously he wasn’t an awful player since the other guys were losing bad. The music wasn’t that loud there and I thought I could spend some time watching my future room-mate, he looked fine or at least better than other candidates and I was sure I could make him follow my rules.

“Hey PF, this lil chick seems interested in your talents, wanna show her a few tricks?” I felt a shove and then someone’s saliva ran down my neck, this was too gut wrenching.

The boy shoved a few cards in his pocket before looking at me, nobody else noticed but he definitely escort bursa was cheating.

“What’s your business? ” he almost hissed.

I had learned enough to tell these guys what I needed discreetly and quickly . “I need a room-mate and Tony said you needed a place.” that was it, as plain as I could say anything.

He started to dissect the deck in his hand, biting his lips nervously. He looked so…..cute.

Then he jumped off the table holding his hand close to mine. “Gimme a fiver ‘n we’re outta here.” I hardly knew him and he was asking me money, that was rude but I was too eager to leave that place to mind his offensiveness. He gave it to some guy sitting in the shadows then collected whatever was left on the table and within seconds we were walking in the streets heading to my place.

“So is your name PF? What does it stand for?” I asked only trying to make small talk.

“That’s for poker face, my nickname. I’m Keith. So can I move in tonight?” He asked shaking his duffel bag in front of my eyes. His eyes were begging for a yes. This boy was one of the most expressive guys I’ve ever met, definitely not a poker face.

“K, but there’s no extra bed so you have to sleep on the floor. is that all you have?” I pointed to his bag.

A big smile covered his face nodding a quiet yes to my question and did he blush? Oh my God.

I totally liked this guy, he was too cute to play the bad boy.

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As Anya and I walked towards the house I considered telling her that we had just been watched by Joanne, whilst we were fucking on the beach. I decided against it and asked if she wanted to join the tribe for dinner.

“Yeah sure, it’ll give me some more time to perv them, and tease them!” She said jokingly.

“Do you really find them that fuckable?” I asked, hoping for the obvious answer.

“Christ yes! How can you not? I would love to take one of Joanne’s tits in my mouth.”

“By the way she looked at yours I’m sure she has the same ideas.”

“Would you mind if I tried it with her?”

“I told you, I have nothing against you having sex with women, as long you let me join in!”

“Mmmm we’ll see about that,”

And so we decided to take Joanne’s offer on dinner, but not before unpacking our stuff. The house was simply amazing. It was more like a palace then a house. The builders had done a great job decorating it as well. My agent (who was in charge of doing all the paper work, and finding the help) sure picked the help well! It reminded me of when I was a kid, getting all excited when we bought new furniture.

My favourite part of the whole house was the swimming pool; the outdoor one had the Creation of Adam tiled beneath it, and was heated. The dining room was fabulous. The table was huge enough for twenty people. I made a mental note to invite Joanne for dinner some time. Our bedroom was without fault. We had a four poster bed which I’m sure was four times bigger then a normal bed. This meant it was HUGE. I could not wait to get Anya on her back on this bed.

Whilst Anya was putting her endless supply of clothes in the wardrobe room, I was busy thinking of how I could get Joanne on her back. I concluded that whilst Anya was getting laid with Joanne’s girl, I would be getting laid with Joanne. I was quite hopeful that Anya would get Joanne’s girl.

I snuck up behind Anya, wrapped my arms around her waist, and grabbed a hold of her boobs. I kissed her neck, slowly going towards her mouth. Anya stopped me short.

“We don’t have enough time for me to blow you hon. And you want to be on your best performance for Joanne don’t you?” Anya added with a smile.

“I… You… Don’t you mind?” I asked suspiciously.

“Nah, not really. We’re gonna be here for a while, so may as well get to know the natives.” Anya laughed, “And it wouldn’t really be fair if I got licked out by a hot woman, whilst you were just sleeping in this big bed by yourself!”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I didn’t answer. We walked down to the village. Anya wearing a very thin , see-through blouse with no bra, and a long skirt that was also quite see-through. I was wearing the usual shorts and t-shirt. I’m sure the temperature of the island had doubly risen; it was much hotter now then I ever remembered it being. If I had the choice I would have not worn anything, apart from my watch.

I think the natives had had the same idea, no longer were they wearing their traditional leather halter and skirts, but instead they were adorned in thin cotton dresses. I guess the weather had forced them into things a little cooler. The dresses’ they were wearing were very short. I was sure that as soon as they bent over I would be rewarded with a magnificent sight of ass-framed pussy. There was a slit going up the side of all the dresses, all the way up to the shoulder. The only thing keeping the dresses snug to their bodies was a single piece of white cloth that was doing the job of a belt around their waists.

One of the women told us that Joanne was expecting us in one of the other, smaller huts. When we got there it was quite a simple place, just a large table with wooden chairs all around. Joanne stood up and greeted us immediately. I’m sure her gaze lingered on my crotch a little longer then it should have.

“I’m so glad you could make it! Take a seat. The food will soon arrive. This is Sarah, my partner.” As she said the last part, Joanne pointed to the girl Anya was hoping to fuck. “Our main leader is off the island, she’s just given birth. And so I am taking the role for now. Between you and me, the only thing different between being the leader and being a normal member of the tribe, is that, instead of my usual work, I’m just the counsellor for the tribe,”

Just then six women came in to the hut with 12 bowls of food. They had pretty much ‘normal’ food, but most of it was sea food. After the women had laid the food on the table, we all tucked in. I noticed that instead of leaving us to eat, or joining the dinner, the girls who had brought the food just stood against the walls. Just as I had finished my fifth mouthful of cod, Joanne started to bursa escort talk again. I was so interested in how they lived their lives. It was unlike anything I had heard. Well, actually, it was just a communistic run tribe. Joanne was the leader of the tribe, which meant she just organised how many women were allowed to leave the island and get pregnant. The women around the walls were acting like servants, they tended to our needs. Joanne showed us this by calling one of them over.

“Emily come over here, and stand towards Chloe,” Joanne called to one of the girls. Emily had quite a flat chest, but it was hard to tell with the dress on. Emily had very nice long legs, and as she turned away (towards Chloe who was another servant girl standing against the wall), I could see her ass cheeks creeping below her dress.

“You don’t mind some exhibitionism do you?” Joanne asked us.

“Errr… no, not at all.” I replied uncertainly. Anya was looking very excited though. With that Joanne lifted Emily’s dress over her ass and stroked a cheek with her finger.

“Well don’t just stand there girl, bend over!” Joanne ordered.

The servant girl followed her orders without question, and didn’t look outraged in the slightest. In fact, I think she had a little grin on her face. As Emily bent over, Joanne spread her ass cheeks apart with one hand and started to stroke Emily’s exposed pussy with the other. Pussy juice started to flow from her pussy, and Joanne, scooping it up with her finger, licked it.

“Go under the table and lick my cunt Emily.” Joanne ordered.

Again Emily followed her orders with out question.

“I don’t want you playing with yourself down there, I want both of your hands on my legs, ass or in my pussy at all times.”

I was very hard at this point, so I reshuffled, hoping that no one would catch on. I think Anya did, as I felt her toes brush up against my leg, and move on to my crotch. I looked down and saw that it wasn’t Anya’s foot, but Joanne’s instead. She smiled and winked at me. I decided to ‘pay it forward’ and ran my toes along Anya’s leg, but I found someone had beaten me to it. I looked at Sarah, who blushed, and looked down. I smiled at her, and she soon realised that I was alright with her flirting with my girlfriend. Joanne was obviously feeling the effects of Emily’s licking as her face had gone bright red and she had completely forgotten her food. Instead both her hands were placed upon Emily’s head, mashing her pussy on Emily’s face. Loud slurping sounds were emanating from where Emily’s face and Joanne’s cunt met. I was very hard and needed some release.

“I think I’ll retire to my room, I’m feeling quite tired.” Sarah suddenly said as she looked sideways at Anya.

“I think I will too. It’s been a long day.” Anya added, as they left together.

After they were out of ear shot Joanne talked in between moans.

“Unghh… I bet its… oh fuck… been a loooounghooong… day for her… Oh fuck yes!” Joanne managed to say.

“Why do you say that?” I asked. My eyes fixed on the wet patch Emily was making on Joanne’s dress.

“Because I did… Oh fuck Emmy honey… watch you fuck her up the ass remember?”

“Oh right… Yeah…”

“Oh god… the way you blew your load over her face…. Oh Emmy! That turned you on too, eh? We don’t get to experience… Oh fuck just there… OH FUCK!” Joanne exploded in to screaming orgasm, always pushing harder on Emily’s head.

After Joanne’s orgasm had died down, she ordered Emily to go back to her post.

“Wait Emily!” Joanne ordered just as Emily was turning to go back to the wall. At Joanne’s request she stopped walking. “Would you like to grope a feel? Her tits might not be that big, but her nipples are fucking gold,”

“Ummmm you wouldn’t mind?” I asked Emily.

“No, of course not. Why would I mind?” Emily spoke for the first time. Her voice was very quiet and very high.

“Go on!” Joanne urged me. She then turned to Emily, “Emily sit in his lap.”

Emily did as ordered. I was sure she would be able to feel my hard-on poking her ass through her thin dress. I put my hands on her hips to steady her.

“So, as I was saying, usually when we’re with a man, we make sure he comes in our pussies, not anywhere else.” Joanne explained, ” In fact I’ve never had a man do that to me.” Joanne’s facial expression was more then enough to tell me what she wanted.

I chose this point to move my hand to the slit in the side of Emily’s dress, just to the side of her stomach. I slowly stroked her skin until I felt the curve of her breast. Joanne was right, she did have small boobs. I continued up until I reached the most hardest and bursa escort bayan pointy nipple I had ever felt. It was heaven as I rolled it around my fingers tweaking it with my index finger and thumb. I lowered my other hand under the bottom of her skirt and felt that her pussy was wet. I stuck two fingers in and tasted her sweet juice.

“She tastes great too, huh?” Joanne asked, breaking me from my work and I was brought back to reality.

“Oh yeah… Do you wanna taste?”

“You bet,”

I once again dipped my fingers in Emily’s honey pot and brought them to Joanne’s mouth. At first she just took small little swipes at my fingers, but then she engulfed the length of my fingers inside her mouth. I could not wait to have her on her knees in front of me. I quickly stood up. Startling Emily and causing my chair to go flying backward.

“I have to go,” My hard-on was plainly in sight, and Joanne looked straight at it.

“I’ll show you the way. Girls! Clean this up and then you’re dismissed.” Joanne shouted back as we left.

I followed Joanne’s lead, my hands on her hips. Occasionally I would stop and press her up against a wall, humping her cotton covered ass with my hard-on. We finally made it to the largest of huts, the one with two huge beds on either side. The sight ripped my attention from Joanne’s ass.

About 16 women were all fucking each other in frenzy. Eight on each side of the hut. Some were fucking each other doggy with strap-ons, whilst the ones being fucked had their faces in someone else’s cunt. One girl had someone on top of her face, mashing their pussy on to her mouth, whilst getting eaten out by two other women. I was wondering if I was going to get to fuck 17 women in one night, but Joanne dragged me past the sight to the stairs leading to her throne. So I was gonna blow my load on Joanne’s face whilst watching a mass orgy. Fabulous!

But Joanne again led me past the stairs to a small door I had not noticed before. I followed her in and saw that it she slept away from the rest of the tribe. Her bed was a simple double bed, no fancy stuff, just a bed. The room was windowless, but was lit with a huge candelabra. I will never forget how much the smell of pussy juice was crammed in the air.

I looked back to Joanne to see her closing the door. As soon as she did, I spun her round and pressed her up against it causing it to bang loudly. My tongue dove straight into her mouth and we shared a passionate kiss, all the while my hands travelled slowly towards her ass. I groped the two globes roughly. As I broke the kiss and started to suck down her neck, my hands crept under the bottom of her dress and felt the warm, soft skin of her ass. Joanne started to undress me, first my t-shirt came off, breaking our kiss briefly. She used that time to sneak a peak at my chest, which see ran a hand down and groaned. Then she unbuckled my belt, letting them and my shorts drop to the ground. Before she could make any more moves, I took back control.

I slowly sucked my way around Jo’s neck, moving one of my hands around her ass to feel her smoothly shaved pubic region. I purposefully tried hard not to touch her pussy, I wanted to save that feeling. With my other hand I lowered my boxers letting them drop to my ankles. I humped between Jo’s ass-cheeks through the thin cotton of her dress, but because it was so high cut, my humping raised it even more so my balls were grazing against the lower curves of her ass. With both my hands I untied the belt knot at the front of the dress causing it to drop to the floor and the dress to loosen.

I pushed Jo toward the bed, all the time planting small kisses on the back of her neck, until I felt her knees being pressed against the edge of the bed. I kept pushing until Jo’s upper body fell over the bed, but leaving her legs straight. I could not wait to fuck her pussy doggy. Her long, straight legs leading up to her fabulous ass would be a wonderful sight to fuck. The combination of the now loose dress, and me bending her over the edge of the bed made her ass completely reveal itself to me, and her pussy to poke out, cutely framed by her hard ass.

I lined up and ticked her pussy lips with the head of my painfully hard cock. The sight of her pussy lips being separated by my meat was heaven. Joanne was obviously finding it very frustrating though, she was moaning, almost crying for cock and pushing back in the hope of impaling herself on my hard-on.

I felt I had teased her long enough, so I grabbed a hold of her hips and thrust my cock up her cunt in one long push. Joanne let out an ear splitting scream of ecstasy. It was obvious that Joanne had not had many cocks up her cunt as she was very tight. escort bursa I held in her to let her get used to me, until her scream subsided. I started to pull out of her cunt, all the time watching the sight of my cock impaling her pussy.

I withdrew to the head and then pushed back in almost immediately. I started to get a slow, soft rhythm going. But Joanne was insistent to speed it up, always pressing back on my cock, trying to get me to fuck her faster and harder. I complied with passion re-applying the hold I had on her hips and really fucking her hard.

“Oh fuck yes… Yeah baby… Fuck me hard… Harder honey… Faster!” Joanne kept on trying to order me to go faster and harder.

I obeyed her commands, and started to leave my cock buried in her tight, hot, love hole, pushing her up the bed and off her feet. Joanne seemed to like this, her talking and moans had turned in to grunts of passion, and louder moans. She used this chance to take her dress off and throw it to the other side of the room. As I fucked her up the cunt, Joanne was being pushed up the bed and now her thighs were as good as on the bed. In this position, her pussy lips closed more tightly over my cock, causing my cock to twitch inside her pussy with anticipation.

“Remember to come on my face honey! I’ve never had anything that hot done to me.” Joanne didn’t have to remind me, I loved giving facials.

Because Joanne’s pussy was getting harder and harder to reach, I was forced to get on the bed on all fours and spoon her whilst she was lying face down. Fucking was getting more difficult in this position, so I grabbed a hold of her legs and span her on my cock so we were in missionary.

As soon as I saw her face I kissed her cute mouth, whilst looking directly in to her eyes. It was magic. In missionary, I kept up my hard thrusts, once again pushing her up the bed. As soon as her head came in contact with the edge of the bed and forced her to face down, towards where our bodies were meeting, I gave up trying to kiss her and concentrated on her boobs. I buried my face between the two huge mounds of flesh, and started to lick, suck, and nibble at the soft, hot skin. The feeling of my ministrations to her boobs must have been a real turn on. Joanne started to orgasm. I could feel her juices flowing out of her cunt, whilst her pussy clenched incredibly tightly around my cock. Joanne started to scream and thrash everywhere, sending a delightful sensation up my cock.

This feeling was making me hornier then ever. I could feel I was about to come. I got Joanne’s arms and lifted her up so she was sitting on my cock. I kissed her whilst shuffling to the edge of the bed, where I let my legs drop over the edge of the bed. I told Joanne I was about to come and lowered her to the floor. My cock exited Joanne with a pop and scraped up her tummy, between her breasts, leaving a trail of pre-come and pussy juice.

Despite the mixture that covered my cock, Joanne still engulfed it in her mouth. She sucked the head like a lollipop. It was evident that she had not had much experience with this. I was not in the mood for a lesson. Whilst pulling out of her mouth, I held her nipples tightly between my finger and thumb, and lifted her tits up to my cock with her nipples. I squeezed her big tits around my cock. I think Joanne got the idea. She replaced my hands on her tits, leaving mine to stroke her soft brown hair.

The feeling of her tits engulfing my cock, pumping, literally jerking off my cock was bliss, but it something was missing. I pushed Joanne’s head down so each time she lowered her boobs around my cock, it poked her lips. She instantly got the message, enjoying the taste of my pre-come and sucking on the head each time it came in reach. This feeling of a good tit fuck was all it took to push me over the edge.

“Here it comes!” I warned her.

Joanne quickly shuffled back a little, and opened her mouth. I aimed my cock towards her mouth and shot the first stream past her tongue, and straight down her throat. The second covered her neck, giving her a pearl necklace, dripping down to her tits. The third and forth I aimed directly at her breasts, covering them with my love juices. I could tell Joanne was enjoying it because I was sure she was coming. Sure enough I heard the sound of her pissing on the floor. Of course this was pussy juice streaming out of her tight cunt. By the eighth rope of come, Joanne was completely covered, her entire top half was streaked with my cream. I kept coming, until I was out. Joanne was licking her come covered lips and scooping up the come on her body with her hands, eating my jizz.

“That was fantastic!” Joanne said with a mouth full of come. Some of it was dribbling down her chin.

“I’m glad you liked it. I love giving them. I’m sure it won’t be the last,” I replied.

It was going to be paradise living here.

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This is the sixth of twelve chapters. This one picks up immediately after the fifth chapter. It would be difficult to follow if you haven’t read the previous chapters. Just to be upfront although all the sex in this is lesbian, the overall story is about a triangle and Don is present throughout this one. Once again, I want to thank my editor Terry for his valuable help! I hope you enjoy the story.

As the doorbell rang, Bridget shook herself to come back into the present. She was so glad that it was finally Christmas Eve and she would get the chance to spend it with the two people she cared about the most. With one last look at herself in the mirror, she went out to the foyer. Don was busy in the kitchen getting all the drink options ready. He smiled at her as she passed by. In part, he wanted to give Bridget just a little bit of privacy when she greeted Sian. But he too was anxious about spending Christmas together. He was close to realizing his fantasy, but it was also the first time that he would be spending time with Sian since she became an intimate part of Bridget’s life. He knew how he would react when they were doing something erotic but he was less sure of how he would feel when it was more their feelings that were being shown. Maybe he would still find it exciting, but there was a part of him who worried that he might feel jealous. He hoped not. If he reacted poorly, he might ruin his chances to see them together.

Once the door was open, he could hear the happy sound of his wife’s voice as Bridget welcomed Sian. There was a richness in it that conveyed her feelings. He stopped moving so that he could hear better, but they were no longer talking. Their voices were replaced by soft sounds that indicated that they were greeting each other in a different way now. Don resisted moving around so that he could see. Despite his wishes, he held to his decision to let them have this moment. It didn’t last long at all. The brief quiet was replaced again by happy chatter. Don could hear them approaching.

As they rounded the corner into the kitchen, Don smiled at them. “Merry Christmas, Sian! Thank you for spending Christmas with us!” he said. Moving over to Sian, they exchanged a brief hug that left each of them feeling only slightly awkward. They both moved quickly past it.

“Thanks Don! And a very Merry Christmas to you! Thank you for the invitation. I can’t think of another place that I would rather spend it,” Sian said with a slight glance at Bridget. Lifting her hand with a bag full of presents, she asked where she could put them. As Bridget led her into the living room to see the tree, Don admired the view of both of them. Sian already had her coat off and had on a nice pants suit that was cut just right on her with black pants and a red top. It showed off her athletic form but had a hint of androgyny. On her own, Sian looked slightly feminine but that mostly went away when walking next to Bridget in her dress. They seemed to complement each other, Don thought as he mixed himself some eggnog with slightly more brandy than he usually used.

When Bridget and Sian came back in, Don took their drink orders. Each one was like his with just a touch more alcohol than normal. He figured they all could use a little extra lubrication to relieve the slight apprehension they all felt. And it helped. It didn’t take long before all of them felt more comfortable. Conversation became easier and soon they were laughing and enjoying each other.

Of all of them, Bridget took the longest to relax. When she was with Don, he was used to being her sole focus. The same thing was true for Sian. Bridget felt the need tonight to be balanced in the attention she was paying them. She didn’t want either one of them to feel neglected. Slowly over time, she found a rhythm to balancing out her attention between Don and Sian. It wasn’t methodically even, but over time if she touched or got close to one then Bridget made an effort to connect with the other. It seemed to work since both Don and Sian seemed to be getting along and happy.

It was a little harder than she expected, Bridget mused. Her time with Sian was usually filled with loving gestures and touches while her life with Don was much more mundane. It wasn’t just recently, Bridget realized. The type of routine physical and emotional connections that reinforced a relationship had been slowly disappearing from their lives well before Don had brought up all the fantasies. Now as Bridget tried to balance it out to give Don the same attention as Sian, it felt odd to her and somewhat forced. She tried to push the disturbing thought out of her mind for the night and mostly succeeded.

Even though both Sian and Don offered to help as dinner was getting closer to being ready, Bridget insisted that they let her do it. To fill the time Don asked Sian to help him pick out a wine for dinner and discovered that she shared his taste in big bold reds. While Bridget was finishing up in bursa escort the kitchen, he showed her what they had and Sian picked out one of his favorite cabernets.

“I love this one,” he said. “Even though it was a limited run, I was able to get a really good deal on half a case. We save them for special occasions.” His smile was genuine as he looked at her. “I think this is very special occasion and it is nice that you are the one with whom we are sharing it!”

As Sian smiled back, she couldn’t help feeling a little twinge. “I wish he wasn’t so likeable,” she thought. She still thought he was thoughtless and mistaken in risking his relationship, but he was nice and obviously was trying to make Bridget happy. She would feel better in what Bridget and she were doing if he was more of a jerk. She gave a little mental sigh but all she said was, “I’m just glad I can be part of it.”

While Bridget finished with the preparations, Don asked Sian about the championship game. Like any good athlete, Sian loved to talk sports. After talking about the game for a bit, they started talking about football and found another common interest. Before they knew it, Bridget was calling them to the table.

As Bridget approached her chair, Don and Sian took one step towards her before freezing. Both of them had the habit in a formal setting of pulling out Bridget’s chair for her. Realizing what both of them were planning on doing, Bridget had to stifle a tiny laugh. She didn’t want to embarrass them. She took a step toward Don and gave him a kiss on the cheek and then did the same thing to Sian.

“How about you two do it together?” she said with a soft smile. Don and Sian exchanged slightly sheepish smiles of their own before nodding. Together they pulled out Bridget’s chair and then scooted it in as Bridget sat down. “Thank you both,” Bridget said in warm tone.

Don poured the wine before joining Sian and Bridget at the table. As he sat down, he said “Everything looks wonderful, Honey. The prime rib is just the right rareness!” Sian immediately agreed. It seemed that their taste in meat was another common one between them.

Before they started to eat, Bridget raised her glass. “I just want to say thank you to both of you. I know this is, well, odd, but it means so much to me that I can be with you both tonight and tomorrow. It makes me very happy,” she said with eyes that were bright with emotion. They all took a sip as she finished.

“Well since we are toasting,” Don began. “I would like to just say that having you here, Sian, makes this Christmas even merrier.” Looking at Don with a smile, Sian gave him a little nod. They all took another sip of wine.

“Lest you think me rude, I would like to make a little toast too. Actually I would like to make two,” Sian said. Holding her glass high, she looked to Don. “I just want to again say thanks to Don. You have let me spend Christmas with Bridget. That’s really all the present I need.” As she took a drink, Sian shared a look with Don. It was warm and friendly and she felt like he understood how much it meant to her. Then Sian looked over at Bridget. “And to you Bridge, I just want to tell you how wonderful you have made me feel the past few weeks; and how wonderful you make me feel tonight.” When Sian drank this time, it was a larger one to emphasize her point. She was pleased to see Bridget doing the same.

As they ate, Don and Sian both paused repeatedly to tell Bridget how good the food was. Once again Bridget proved her talents as a cook. While Don had eaten ample proof of that, this was one of the few times that Bridget had cooked a nice meal for her. On the nights that they got together, they most frequently went out. Sian kept asking her what was in the various dishes. Bridget’s cheeks glowed with happiness. She had put in a lot of hours and greatly wanted to impress and please Sian. Don’s praise too felt good. Like other aspects of their relationship, her cooking was sometimes unacknowledged. Rather than trying to compete with Sian by praise, instead Bridget just had the feeling that he was appreciating it more after being reminded by Sian. It felt all the more sincere.

When they were finished eating, Don and Sian told Bridget to just relax while they cleaned up. Bridget still followed them into the kitchen and watched them as they worked together. She enjoyed how they joked and interacted. They seemed to have found a companionable coexistence. It made her feel a bit relieved.

After a few minutes, Bridget could see that they would be done shortly. She went to the refrigerator and got out the bottle of champagne that had been chilling there. Taking it into the living room, she opened it there and filled three glasses. Walking over to the Christmas tree, she crouched down and looked under it. It didn’t take her long to find the two packages that she wanted. Straightening up, she put them on two chairs and then took a seat on the couch to wait for them.

Don bursa escort bayan and Sian were laughing when they came into the living room. Don smiled as he saw the presents waiting. He went to the tree and found one of his own. He went to Bridget and gave her a light kiss before handing it to her. Going over to the chairs, he looked first at one of them and then picked up the other one and sat down.

“That one is yours, Sian,” Bridget told her. “My family always had a tradition of opening one present on Christmas Eve. Don and I have done the same thing and I wanted to include you this year.”

Don nodded and then added, “When we open them, you will know why they did it this way.” His grin got bigger as he looked over at Bridget’s present.

“You go first, Sian,” said Bridget. “It will be a little more of a surprise that way.”

They watched as Sian turned her present over and carefully slit the tape with her nails and undid the present. Laughing with delight, she pulled it out from the paper. “It is pajamas!” she said as she continued to laugh. Sian held them up for Don to see. It was a camisole with long pajama bottoms made of a very soft black material with some equally soft white lace. The top would bare her shoulders and her cleavage but otherwise would cover her body. Sian could tell they would be comfortable and not too tight and clingy.

“Thank you, Bridge!” she said as she moved over to give Bridget a kiss that lingered for a few moments.

The two women then turned their attention to Don as he opened his up. He didn’t bother with trying to preserve the paper. He just ripped it off as quickly as possible. He laughed harder than Sian when he saw what Bridget had gotten him. “Hugh Hefner pajamas!” he proudly proclaimed as he held up the silk pj’s. Both women began laughing too. Bridget was glad that he seemed genuinely pleased with them. She wanted his good mood to continue.

When Bridget started to open her present, she felt a tiny twinge of nervousness. She wasn’t sure what Don had picked out for her but she remembered what he had chosen for her night with Sian. She had a strong suspicion that this one would be even racier. She pulled away the paper and looked in at it. She gave Don a little mock glare before pulling it out. It was a semi-transparent red lace babydoll nightie and matching panties. The top tied together at her breast with a big bow and but was otherwise split.

“Nice choice, Don!” Sian said with a chuckle that Don quickly joined. “I am hoping the tradition is that we have to wear these tonight.”

“It is,” said Bridget with a fake long suffering sigh. In reality, she was excited at the prospect. Before tonight if Don had done this, it would have felt like another push to try and get her to go quicker than she wanted. Tonight was different. It wasn’t hard for Bridget to know why. “I’ve already made the decision,” she thought. “This isn’t pushing. Don’s just helping me please Sian. He wants her to really desire me.”

She moved over to Don and gave him a little peck on the lips. “Thank you, Don. It is beautiful. I am glad you got it.” Then she turned to Sian and held the top in front of her. “So you like it too, Sian?”

Even though Sian felt a little awkward with Don there, she smiled and nodded. “You will look very beautiful and sexy, Bridge. Of course you always look beautiful and sexy so it will just be a bonus.” That put a big smile on Bridget’s face and she went over to give Sian a kiss too. Unlike the one with Don, this one was long and drawn out. Bridget sat down in Sian’s lap and put her arms around Sian’s neck. She still had the nightie in one hand as they kissed.

Don could see how both their tongue and throats moved as they got more and more into the kiss. His cock went from the semi-hardness of most of the evening to full rock hard in seconds. His presence didn’t seem to put them off slightly. As the kiss finally ended, Bridget stayed sitting in Sian’s lap with her arm over Sian’s shoulder and leaning her head against Sian’s. Neither Bridget nor Sian looked at Don for a few moments and then Bridget gave him a shy glance.

“You two look good together,” Don said. He was a little at a loss for words and couldn’t figure out anything else to say. It sounded even lamer after he said it. Neither one of them knew how to react to that. The uncomfortable silence that followed wasn’t that long; it just seemed that way.

Finally Bridget stood up and looked at them both. “Why don’t we all change into our pajamas and then come back out here. Don, could you please make sure all the blinds are closed?” Reaching out a hand to Sian, Bridget gave a tug to bring Sian to her feet. Each of them held their new nightclothes in their free hand as Bridget led Sian to the guest bathroom. “I thought you might like a private place to change, my darling Sian,” she said. “I’d join you but that would spoil the chance for a grand entrance.” Bridget giggled as she gave Sian a quick escort bursa kiss before retreated to her own bathroom.

Even with having to check all the blinds, Don was still the first person back out in the living room. Bridget had locked herself in the master bathroom so he just changed in the bedroom. He went back to the same chair that Bridget put his pajamas. It wasn’t too long before Sian came back as well. Instead of going back to the chair, she sat down in the couch next to where Bridget had been. After looking once towards the bedroom, Sian looked coolly at Don for a few seconds before focusing her attention on the shining Christmas tree. Both of them sat there in silence. It wasn’t particularly awkward. They both just were waiting on Bridget and words weren’t necessary.

After what seemed like much longer than it really was they heard the door to the bedroom opening. Both of their heads swiveled over to look. They had anticipated seeing Bridget in her new nightie but instead she was wearing a white silk robe over it. Little edges of red peeking out from under the robe were proof that she was wearing it. The robe was mid-thigh length and every step showed a little more of her leg. Bridget had taken the time to brush her hair until it was just right and redone her makeup into a somewhat sultrier look. Her eye shadow was darker with more noticeable eye liner and her lipstick had deepened several shades. Neither Sian nor Don could take their eyes off her. She looked very sexy.

It surprised Don just a little bit when she came over to him first. Bridget sat down on his lap and put one arm around him. He did the same thing. Bridget gave him a little kiss on the cheek. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetie,” Bridget said very softly to him. “You are going to get your biggest present tonight. I want Sian to make love to me.” He made a little sound at the back of his throat that prompted Bridget to smile a little. “Thank you for being patient and letting me do this the only way I could. I love you for that. We have some ground rules for tonight, okay?” She waited until he nodded. “This is between Sian and me. You can watch. You can play with yourself. You can’t touch me and you can’t touch Sian.”

Bridget paused and looked over at Sian for a moment. They exchanged a smile. Then putting her lips right next to his ear Bridget spoke again. “I’m 100% lesbian tonight, Don.” He groaned and Bridget felt his cock twitch. “One final rule, you need to be quiet. No talking to us and no talking to yourself. We don’t want to know you are there. This is about my lesbian lover making love to her virgin lesbian girlfriend.” She felt it twitch again. “Do you agree to these ground rules or shall we leave you out here?”

Don could tell that these were the only two options that Bridget would allow. It didn’t matter. He would have agreed to practically anything. “I agree,” he croaked. His throat was very dry. Bridget gave him another kiss on the cheek, patted his knee and then got up.

Walking over to the champagne glasses, Bridget handed them out. She took her own and sat down on the end of the couch away from Sian. Both Don and Sian were a little surprised at that. It soon became apparent why Bridget had done it. As she looked at Sian, Bridget curled one leg under her and then moved her other foot close to her body, raising the knee up. Her white robe slide open to up to the belted waist. The red panties of her nightie were exposed, completely to Sian but only partially to Don who was at an angle to her. Bridget had a very sexy smile on as she lifted her glass to her lips. Sian lifted hers and they drank at the same time.

Don drank when they did but it didn’t matter to them. He could tell that neither one was paying the slightest attention to him. Their awareness was only of each other.

As Bridget shifted, the belt of her robe loosened. Each time she moved a little, her robe fell slightly more open. Sian’s eyes were flicking up and down as she watched the little red bow in the front of Bridget’s nightie slowly become visible. Sian stretched out one of her legs on the couch, her foot touching Bridget as she moved. She loved how Bridget’s eyes fluttered closed. When her leg was fully extended, her foot wasn’t quite down to Bridget’s panties. There was still a little space between them. From the way her body tensed, Bridget clearly expected that Sian would touch her there. When it wasn’t forthcoming, her eyes opened to look at Sian. They reflected the lust that Bridget was feeling. She waited a moment longer and then Bridget arched her back enough to inch her hips forward.

“Ahhh,” Bridget hissed as she pressed herself against Sian’s foot. A little quiver ran down her body. Once she felt Sian against her, Bridget didn’t move any further. She sipped her champagne a little more while her eyes stayed locked on Sian’s. Even though she knew it was coming, she was startled when Sian flexed her foot. Sian waited until Bridget was taking another sip of champagne and smiled to see a little dribble trickled down Bridget’s chin. A tiny drop dangled off her chin for a moment and then fell down onto Bridget’s chest.

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“Is he your boyfriend?”

“Nope,” she said. “He’s my cousin.”

“Your cousin?”

“He keeps the boys away.”

She smiled shyly and then turned over on her stomach. Her name was Irena, and I had just met that morning when I checked into the hotel run by her Aunt and Uncle. I practically gasped when she answered the desk bell. She was beautiful, tall–with legs that went on forever–and long raven-colored hair that fell to her shoulders and olive skin. She was from Poland, and had the exotic high cheek-boned features of a model, piercing green eyes and an air of mystery in her smile. Later, when I met her at the beach and Andrew came by to hang out with us, I was sure that they were a couple. So when he left to do his afternoon shift at the same hotel, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Here was Irena, all 5’10” of her, sunbathing next to me, making jokes and acting as if we’d been friends for years, touching my knee, complimenting me on my hair, my body. Was she flirting with me? It almost seemed too perfect. I was glad when she finally agreed to swim with me, so I could dip my head in the cold ocean water and try to come to my senses.

I spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with her, swimming, sunbathing, walking around town and getting ice cream at a stand on the edge of town that she swore was the best in the area. Her slight accent, easy smile and sense of humor were intoxicating and I had to restrain myself from flirting with her. She was flirtatious, challenging me to an arm wrestle on the beach (I won), and asking me personal questions that I answered cautiously. She knew that I was taking a week off and trying to relax after leaving a relationship, and I that I was taking notes for a book that I hoped to write, but I left out the gory details. Irena, on the other hand, had no problem filling me in on all of the local gossip, but mostly she talked about her Sophie, her best friend, who had just left town. Sophie and Irena had met at a local “modeling school” run by some sleazy photographer type that was more interested in Irena and Sophie’s money and the opportunity to hang around beautiful teenage girls than in furthering their modeling career. After a few months of broken promises, they ditched the school and their hopes of making it big on America’s Next Top Model and became fast friends. Sophie had moved out of her mother’s apartment on her 18th birthday. A boyfriend was mentioned, but now Sophie had moved on, first visiting friends in Europe and then moving to Montreal with an old friend.

I had wanted to leave the city for a week and Bree suggested a small beach town on the south shore. It was cheap. The town was “dry”, meaning that you couldn’t buy alcohol in the town and the restaurants didn’t serve any, but you could bring your own. I was coming off a relationship that ended when I found out that my girlfriend had started an affair with a mutual friend of ours, and the drama was too much for me. I knew that our days as a couple were numbered–we rarely had sex anymore and if we did, it was perfunctory, and often involved a vibrator. We had lived together for six years and when I left our apartment I was eager to start a new life. I began working out more and cut my hair very short (like Jean Seberg in “Breathless”) and added blonde highlights. I began seeing Bree, a former lover; a woman with whom I had an affair with when I was in college. She was in her 30s when we met, married and extremely beautiful and feminine. She gave me a taste for some of the better things that life has to offer and we eventually began having threesomes with another married friend of hers where we would spend whole weekends in the city, shopping, dining and fucking. They brought my feminine side out, but I was still a soft butch, but one who enjoyed clothes and makeup.

Bree was 43 now and as beautiful as ever. She was divorced and playing the field when we met for on the Upper East Side. After catching up, she suggested that we go back to her new apartment (she had sold her house in the suburbs) and catch up some more. Of course, one thing led to another and soon we were in her bedroom making love and it was intense as ever–as if the past 11 years had never happened. But I knew that this arrangement was only temporary. One night as we held each other I told her that I was thinking about writing a book about my experiences in college, about meeting her and about the whole sexual odyssey that we took. I assured her that I would use a pen name. Just talking about it made me blush, I thought that she might object, but she was just as enthusiastic and as we recalled some of the more extreme moments of our relationship, we began to kiss and play with each other, ending up in a long oral lovemaking session which ended led to very intense orgasms for both of us.

The story that got us going was about an afternoon when Bree and her girlfriend Lauren undressed me, tied me up and blindfolded me in the guest bedroom of Lauren’s apartment. I had begged them to do it. It was a fantasy of mine for them to leave me there while they went about their normal Saturday routine. First they went bursa escort to the gym and when they got back they both went into Lauren’s bedroom and had sex while I lay there listening to every sound of their lovemaking. Then they showered and dressed and went out to lunch and then went shopping. They even called and left a message telling me to be a good girl and not to play with my pussy. In the dark, with my feet and hands bound, and a blindfold over my eyes, I fell into a state of delirium, my pussy was so swollen and wet with desire, but I couldn’t rub myself, so their was no hope of relief until they returned. Hours went by and then they returned, they were as turned on as I was. I was covered in sweat and barely able to speak. They put me on my back and untied me. Then with the blindfold still on they ordered me to suck their strap-ons and then they took turns fucking me with them, making me come so many times that I lost count. When they finally took the blindfold off, I broke into tears and as they held me and comforted me, another round of lovemaking followed. It took us days to recover.

I called Bree and told her about my first day on the beach. I mentioned Irena. “Did you talk to her long?” She asked.

“For a while,” I said. “She’s really beautiful. I had to watch myself. I didn’t want to come on too strong.”

“Too strong for what?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t want her to think that I was hitting on her.”

“Were you?”

“No.”

“Are you going to try?”

“She’s probably straight. Why waste my time?”

“How old is she?”

“Nineteen.”

“You’re incapable of coming on too strong.” You’re too shy.”

“I wasn’t shy with you.”

“You were at the beginning. That’s what made you so irresistible.”

“I don’t think I’m going to try this time. I came here to relax.”

“Are you relaxing?”

“Mostly.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m in bed.”

“In bed?”

“Nude, with my fingers in my pussy.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“And you.”

“The same.”

“Uh huh.”

“Tell me about Anya and Karen again.”

“What about them?”

“How you met the whole thing.”

“I’ve told you this a million times.”

“Pretty please?”

She had that breathy tone in her voice. She was probably close to cumming.

“I had heard that they were lovers, but I didn’t believe it.”

“This was in the dorm?”

“Yes, in the dorm, but you knew that already.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

“In the dorm. I could hear noises sometimes when I passed their room late at night, but I assumed that it was just one of them fucking some guy.”

“Was it?”

“No.”

“And how did you know?

“I walked in on them.”

“In on them where?”

“The showers. I was studying late one night and I couldn’t relax. I thought I’d take a shower to clear my head. It was about 2 in the morning. I put on a robe and grabbed a towel and walked into the shower room and they were in a stall together. Two tall, blonde and very beautiful nineteen year-old girls having sex in the shower. I just stood there for a moment and then they noticed me and separated. Karen let out a huge gasp. I ran out of the bathroom and went back to my room.”

“And then.”

“About two weeks later I was up studying late again and decided to back in there and, of course they were in there again.”

“Of course.”

“And this time I just put my robe on the hook and approached them.”

“That took some balls. Did they know you were a lesbian?”

“They knew. I had brought girls to my room. They saw me.”

“And…”

“And what?”

“What happened next?”

“We had sex. I walked right up to Anya and kissed her. I realized that we were all about the same height. Anya was really skinny then, looked like Paris Hilton. Karen was earthier, had more curves, big breasts, long frizzy blonde hair. Anya put her arms around my neck and pulled me toward her. Karen put her hands on my ass and squeezed them and then kissed my neck. It was like we were all in a trance. Then I put my hand down to Anya’s pussy and began to rub it and Karen put her arm around me and did the same to me, and…”

“I’m so close, Erin, go on.”

“I turned around and kissed Karen and they made me lean against the shower wall and took turns kneeling and eating my pussy and then kissing each other…

“That’s so fucking hot…”

“I came first and then I finger fucked Karen while Anya finger fucked me and then I licked Ayna’s clit while finger fucking her and she practically squirted in my face…”

I heard her moan louder through the phone.

“And then we spent a while just kissing and holding each other.”

The phone went silent. We were cut off. I hung up the phone and she immediately called back.

“You’re done?” I asked.

“Yes, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“And then what happened.”

“We went back to our rooms.”

“And…”

“I had sex with Anya a few times at her boyfriend’s place. She used a strap-on on me. My first time being fucked bursa escort bayan like that. She fucked me up the ass as well. I didn’t like that as much. Then the semester ended. Anya didn’t return to school. Karen and I met in the shower a few times and then fell in love.”

“You told that so well.”

“It’s so romantic.”

“It is.”

“How does Anya tell the story?”

“A little differently. Your story is hotter.”

“How do you tell the other story?”

“Which one?”

“When we tied you up, blindfolded you?”

“Which one is that?”

“We went out, put in the guest room, turned out the lights…”

“When did this happen?”

“Ha ha.”

We talked for a little more, with Bree getting me all sexed up all over again, telling me about the love affair her new girlfriend Sydney had with a cute little blonde cheerleader in college. Apparently this girl was as insatiable as they come and later dropped out of college to become a dominatrix. I wound up having two orgasms while talking to her, finally hanging up the phone at one in the morning.

Women as uncommonly beautiful as Irena tend to get their way. So I didn’t object when she knocked on my door early the next morning and told me that I should move to a more spacious room on the fourth floor for no extra charge.

She was flirty. All I could think about as we moved my stuff to the new room is how much I wanted to have sex with her. I asked her to dinner that night and she accepted immediately. She said that she was going to be out for the afternoon so I wouldn’t see her at her usual spot on the beach. I was relieved, since the tension would be too great. We exchanged cell phone numbers and we made plans to meet that evening in front of the hotel. We said our goodbyes and I shut the door and took off my clothes and lay down on the bed. For some reason the air conditioner was on. I got up and turned it off and opened the nearest window, letting a cool ocean breeze come in the room. I lay back down and rubbed my pussy until I had one of the most explosive orgasms that I had had in a long time. When I was done, I put on my bathing suit and shorts and walked to the beach. Andrew was there and we talked for a while, and then I took a swim. I felt like I was sleepwalking through the afternoon. I went back to my room and tried to read, then tried to write. All I could think about was having sex, remembering memorable sexual encounters with beautiful women that I had met through the years. I masturbated again and fell asleep, waking up just in time to get myself together for my dinner date with Irena.

So, where to begin? She was wearing a beautiful white cotton summer dress that fit her gazelle-like body perfectly, and complimented her dark tan and her hair, which I’d mostly seen wet or in a ponytail, was newly styled and fell down to her shoulders. Her makeup looked like Anya had done it, and she was wearing high-heeled sandals. I swallowed hard when I saw her. We kissed each other on the cheek and as we walked down the street together I could feel the stares coming from all directions. “You look gorgeous,” I said.

“So do you.”

The rest of the date was a blur. We got to the restaurant and were quickly escorted to a seat. It turns out that Anna used to waitress there and everyone asked about her. I was beginning to think that choosing this particular restaurant was a mistake. We ordered wine and I finally began to relax and Irena asked me a lot of very personal questions. I didn’t even have to tell her that I was gay, I just told her about the relationship I had just gotten out of and she talked about Sophie and all the crazy stuff that they had done together. We ate quickly and decided to leave the restaurant and take a stroll along the boardwalk. Irena got a text and she apologized for answering. It was Sophie. She frantically texted back and then took my hand in hers and drew me close to her side. My heart was pounding. “What are you thinking about?” She asked me.

“I don’t think you want to know.”

“I think I know.”

“You do?

“I can tell when a man or a woman wants me.”

“You can?”

“I’m beautiful. I get propositioned all the time.”

“I haven’t propositioned you yet.”

‘Yet.”

I laughed. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Most beautiful women are Bi, right?” She asked.

“Most of them, yes.”

She pulled me to her and we kissed. She was a good kisser. I put my arms around her neck and opened my mouth wide and deep kissed her back. I saw a few people in the distance walking toward us so I made us stop.

“What are we doing?” I asked her.

“Kissing.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”

Her phone went off again. It was another text from Sophie. She texted back and looked up at me and frowned. Her beautiful green eyes looked sad. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“She can be such a bitch sometimes.”

“Sophie?”

She nodded.

I took her hand and we walked towards the hotel.

“Maybe we’re not ready for this.”

“No?”

“You scare me.”

“I do?”

“And escort bursa you seem to be having an argument with Sophie.”

She looked down and nodded, “Yes.”

“Why don’t we call it a night,” I said. “We’ll be more lucid in the morning.”

“Lucid?”

“We’ll be able to think clearly.”

“But I like you.”

“I like you too, Irena. And I’m in heaven right now just being with you, but I don’t want one of us to get hurt.”

“Okay.”

She laughed and told me that I was a real grownup. I took it as a compliment and squeezed her hand.

We walked back to the hotel and gave each other a good night kiss. I went back to my room and tried to calm down. My nipples were as hard as rocks and my pussy was drenched. I took out a bottle of vodka that I had stuffed in my bag and made myself a large drink. Somehow I was able to calm down and fell asleep.

At about midnight, my cell rang. It was Irena. She sounded upset. I told her that she could stop by if she wanted to and within minutes, just long enough for me to put on a robe (I sleep nude), she was knocking at my door dressed only in a tank top and a pair of pink boxer shorts. She was crying and I quickly shut the door and took her into my arms. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Sophie,” she said. “I just got off the phone with her. She wants me to come to Montreal or it’s over.”

“What’s over?”

“Us, everything. Sophie was my girlfriend, Erin.”

“I had a feeling,” I said. “But I didn’t want to pry.”

“She wanted me to come to Montreal. Drop everything. It’s so stupid. I think she’s into some bad things. I think she’s taking drugs again. She’s working at a strip club. She began to cry again, even more hysterically than before. I took her hand and brought her to the bed and held her and stroked her hair.

“Before this week, she was everything to me,” she said.

“What’s changed?”

“What changed is that I met you.”

“And how has that changed things?”

“I love being around you. And you so smart, and fun and so beautiful.”

“I like being with you too.”

She sat up and looked me straight in the eye and touched my cheek. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

She pulled me toward her and kissed me. I kissed her back and soon we were all over each other. I pulled her off the bed and untied my robe, letting it fall to the floor. I pushed her down on the bed, pulled off her boxer shorts and ground into her as she wrapped her legs around mine. “I’m a little nervous.” She said.

“Don’t be. I’ll take care of you.”

“I want to eat your pussy,” she whispered, between kisses. “I want to make you cum.”

She got up and pulled my legs to the edge of the bed and then spread them apart and kneeled in front of me. I pulled off her tank top and took her face in my hands and kissed her.

“Kiss my pussy,” I said.

She smiled and kissed my belly and then kissed my mound and then my pussy lips. I was so wet at this point that I barely felt it when she put one then two fingers into my slit and started fucking me as she kissed and licked my folds, lightly sucking and kissing as I began to breathe deeper in anticipation. She definitely knew what she was doing and soon my impression of her as an innocent 19 year-old girl faded and was replaced by that of a beautiful gay woman who was an eager and expert lover. She looked up at me and smiled, taking her fingers out of my pussy and then gliding her hands up my thighs as she licked me and caressed my clit with her tongue. She batted her eyes at me and I smiled at her. “You’re so good at this,” I whispered. “How did you get so good?”

“Making love to women.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’ve fucked a few boys, but girls are so much better.”

“Yes they are.”

“I guess I’m a slut.”

“You’re my slut now.”

“I’ve been wanting to make love to you since I first saw you.”

She buried her face in my pussy and my body began to shudder.

“Make me cum,” I said.

She looked up at me and I stroked her hair and pushed it back so I could see her licking my pussy. I began to cum and I let out a moan and bucked under her. When I was done she came into my arms and kissed me. “You’re mine now,” I said.

We rolled around the bed and then I pinned her down and ground my pussy into hers. I was in control now and wanted to take advantage of this beautiful girl. She moaned loudly and I put my hand over her mouth. We kissed and held each other for a while and then Irena suggested that we take a shower together. I put on my robe and gave her a towel and we tiptoed down the hallway. “Are you sure this is okay?” I asked.

“There’s only one other person on this floor right now and she’s slightly deaf.”

“I know, but…”

She squeezed my hand. “We’ll be fine.”

Irena put a chair in front of the door just in case. I took off my robe and then grabbed her, letting her towel fall to the floor. She put her arms around me and we kissed. I turned on the shower and we kissed again moving our hands down to caress each other’s pussies. She put two fingers deep into me and fucked me, then pulled them out and made me suck them. Then I sucked on her tits, taking her nipples in my mouth and slowly licking and sucking them. We soaped each other up and rinsed off. I put my hand down the crack of her ass.

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Ch. 6. Pam catches the “big one” on this fishing trip:

The following Saturday finally got here, thought Pam. She was ready and had been for a day or two. She had everything packed and had bought a new skimpy bikini. She remembered Charlie had said he wanted to be on the water before 10 AM. She had awakened around 7 to get ready before Bob woke up. She woke up Bob around 8 and told him to make it quick because Charlie was going to leave around 10, with or without them. She made a thermos of coffee for the trip to the boat and had the cooler full of drinks, salads, and sandwiches.

They arrived at the boat around 9:30. Charlie said, “You guys are earlier than expected, that’s great.”

Pam and Bob both said hello as they boarded the boat. Pam had an oversized white T-shirt over her new bikini, which didn’t hide very much. Charlie looked at Bob, just smiled and gave him the “thumbs up” sign. Bob just looked content with the fact that Pam had become what he wanted, and much more.

Charlie looked at Pam and said, “Look at you … I hope you plan on taking that shirt and bathing suit top off when we get out of the harbor.”

Pam giggled. “Oh, I don’t know … depends on if you’re a good boy.”

Charlie gave out a loud laugh and said, “Impossible, not with you around.”

Pam smiled naughtily. “I guess I ought to be careful then, huh?”

Bob could tell by the tenor of the conversation already that this was going to be a day not quickly forgotten. He felt a bit of trepidation that was quickly taken over by a sense of real excitement. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to happen, but he knew he wanted it to happen, whatever it was. “There’s not much more that can really happen that hasn’t already,” Bob thought to himself.

Charlie asked Bob to go forward and cast off the bow line, while he removed the stern line and started the engine. Once the bow line was off and Bob was back sitting in the cockpit, Charlie maneuvered out of the boat slip. They were off!

Pam walked over to Charlie and asked where they were heading. Charlie told her, “I heard about a place where the fish were nearly jumping in the boat. It’s a small island southeast of here about 14 miles. It’s uninhabited, for the time being, so we will be all alone and you won’t have to worry about anyone on the island seeing you all naked. We should be there in about an hour. The long part of the trip is getting out of this harbor.”

“All naked?” Pam yelled. “What makes you think I’m taking off my complete bathing suit? No freaking way, Mr. Charlie.”

“Just mentioned it in case you were inclined. It won’t offend me one bit.” Charlie laughed aloud again.

Pam walked back to where Bob was sitting and said, in a pouting voice, “If that man thinks I’m strutting around here totally bare assed, he is out of his cotton picking mind.”

Bob snickered and said, “You know he’d love that and would probably join you. After all, he’s seen everything else you’ve got and you’ve already seen his cock. Let’s not forget that you already showed all your stuff to Hank too. Don’t you think he knows that by now and he probably feels that it’s only fair that you show him also? Have you forgotten that he just about fucked you with your clothes on in our house, the other day?”

“You men all think alike … you’re all demented.” Pam said, in a joking manner.

“I don’t think we should go into individual personalities, honey. You’ve gone through some major personality changes yourself recently. Let’s just drop it and you do whatever you want.” Bob gave her a loving smile and said, “Just enjoy the day and have fun.”

Once out of the harbor and clear of the point of land, Charlie turned slightly starboard, cranked up the throttle and took a compass heading directly towards the island he planned on fishing off.

“It won’t be very much longer now. We might get some spray from the choppy seas, but it won’t be bad.” Charlie cried out over the roar of the engine.

After what seemed like 15 minutes or so, the two passengers saw a small crop of land. As they got closer Charlie brought the boat back to a near idle speed and the sea seemed to calm. As the boat approached the tip of the island he cut the engine and went forward to drop the anchor. When Charlie got back to the cockpit Pam asked, “Does this island have a name?”

“It’s called Penikese. At the turn of the century it was used as a hospital to house and treat people with leprosy. It closed down around 1920 and the state burned the hospital down and blew up anything remaining. They’re talking about opening up a school for wayward kids in the near future, but it’s just visited by researchers and biologists now. No one here today except what little wildlife that calls this home. Okay, ready to start fishing?”

“How come the water got so calm except for some soft rolling waves?” Pam inquired.

“We’re protected from the open ocean by the island and that string of larger islands to our left, about a mile away. Last reports were that the scup and some other fish were schooling bursa escort out here. It should be a fine day for you to catch some good sized ocean fish, my dear.”

“I can’t wait, I’m so excited. Aren’t you excited, Bob?

“I’ve been looking forward to this day,” said Bob in a calm, but cautious kind of tone.

Charlie gave Pam instructions on how to use the fishing pole and had her practice a few casts and reeling the line back in before baiting her hook with a large sea worm. He told her to cast towards the point of the island and let the sinker hit bottom before locking the reel. Pam let the line fly and did exactly what Charlie told her to do. Charlie then told Bob, to take the stern and he took the port side. Charlie gave Bob a beer and took one for himself and gave Pam a coke and asked, “Aren’t you at least going to take off your T-shirt? It’s all wet from the ride over.”

“I will in a little bit. I was so anxious to start fishing, I forgot.”

Charlie said, “I’ll hold your pole while you take it off.” He walked to Pam and motioned, give it here. Pam gave him the pole and took off her wet T-Shirt. As she was reaching for her pole Charlie moved it away and said, “You’re not done, are you?” She looked at Charlie, then Bob. Bob looked at her and shrugged and said, “Up to you.”

Pam paused a second and then abruptly removed her top, releasing her firm, young breasts, then smugly said, “There … satisfied now?”

Charlie smiled and said, “Such lovely tits. That’s a good beginning.”

Pam grabbed the pole and said, “The bottoms stay on.”

Charlie said, “I’ll make a deal … you take yours off and I’ll take mine off too. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before and Bob didn’t mind when you told him. Come on, no one else is around.”

Bob yelled out, “Fuck it, do it. You know you want to.”

Pam gave back her fishing pole and began sliding her bikini bottom down to her knees and let them fall to the deck, revealing her firm and perfectly round ass cheeks. She turned towards Charlie, showing him her very fine, blonde pubic hair that didn’t prevent him from getting a nice look at her pussy lips. She took back her fishing rod and said, “Okay wise guy, your turn.”

Charlie gasped and whispered, “Oh my God, you are so beautiful.” He then untied his swimsuit and look it completely off, revealing a rapidly growing, hard- on.

Bob looked in awe. There he was looking at his naked wife standing right beside an equally naked old man with a hard-on. The effect was immediate and Bob felt his cock fill with blood. He grabbed his third beer and took a huge swig. He was already feeling the effects the beer was having on him. Now the rapid transfer of blood to his cock made him a little light headed. He put his rod in the rod holder and took a seat and another big gulp of beer. He saw what Pam meant when she describe Charlie’s cock. It was fat and the head was big and wide, round on the sides with no taper to the tip, it was nearly flat along the whole width. He wondered how in the hell he ever got it in his wife.

Charlie went back to his side of the boat and continued to half-heatedly fish, never taking his eyes off of Pam’s ass. His erection didn’t diminish at all.

Fishing went on for a few more hours with each of them catching a few fish. All of a sudden, Pam gave out a yelp and said, “I’ve got a big fish this time,” as she tried to reel it in. Charlie went over to help her. He told her to pull up on the rod and while bringing it down to the water to reel in fast and keep doing that. Pam said, “He’s too big and strong.” Charlie went behind her and grabbed the fishing pole along with Pam and said, “This is a big one! Use your back when you bring the pole up, it’ll take the pressure off your arms.” Pam said, “Like this?” As she arched her back to straighten up, Charlie got closer to her, his cock nearly touching Pam’s ass. He said, “Let me help you.” He leaned forward causing Pam to bend forward with him and helped her reel in the slack on the line, then straightened the both of them up and repeated the motion continuously. His fat, hard cock was right between Pam’s ass cheeks now and it looked to Bob like two people fucking doggy fashion.

Bob was now on his sixth beer, had a raging hard on and removed his trunks before sitting back down. He grabbed his cock and started to slowly stroke it. He couldn’t believe what he was watching and that he was finding it so extremely exciting. “This is better with them both naked rather than with their clothes on, like the other day,” Bob thought, as he continued to stroke his cock, and watching Charlie’s cock slide up and down the crack of Pam’s ass.

After about 20 minutes or so they got the fish on the boat. It was a 15 pound striped bass. Pam was yelling and jumping up and down, causing her tits to rise and fall in unison with her jumping. She wrapped her arms around Charlie and pressed her body right against him and his still rock hard cock and gave him a long hard kiss. Charlie’s hand went immediately to her ass and started rubbing bursa escort bayan it gently, giving both cheeks soft, slight squeezes. They parted and Charlie said, “Nice catch girl. This will make a delicious meal once I clean it.” He looked at Bob and said to Pam, “Looks like Bobby is enjoying this as much as we are.”

“He’s drunk, he won’t remember a thing. It won’t be long before he falls asleep or passes out, happens every time.”

Charlie sprung open a table that was attached to the inner stern, locked it in place and said, “I better get cleaning this fish for supper.” He put the fish on the table and began cleaning it.

Bob said in a slurred voice, “You better be careful you don’t get your cock confused with the fish, that knife looks sharp.”

“That’s why I have this towel wrapped around me. This isn’t the first fish I’ve cleaned.”

After cleaning the fish, Charlie turned on the water hose and cleaned the table, cockpit, and any other part of the boat that may have fish remains on it. He then took the hose to himself and sprayed Bob. Bob jumped out of his skin and said, “Hey, that’s cold.” Charlie said, “It may wake you up enough to enjoy this nice fish your wife caught.” He then turned the hose on Pam, just quickly. Pam jumped back and said, “That is cold, but feels refreshing. Thanks, I needed that.”

Charlie went below and came back up with a Coleman stove and a big frying pan. He put the stove on the same table he’d just used to clean the fish, opened it up and put the frying pan on the grates.

“Why are you going to cook up here when you have that nice kitchen down there?” Pam asked.

“It’s a galley … and fish stink up enclosed areas when you fry it, besides, less chance of a fire hazard up here.”

“Aye, Aye!” As Pam gave a mock salute and smiled. “I guess that’s why you’re the Captain.”

“Would you mind going below and grabbing three plates and some forks for us? We can eat right up here.”

“Aye, sir,” as Pam went below. She came back up a little while later wearing a pair of Bermuda shorts and said, “I’m not eating dinner naked.”

“Suit yourself, I’m eating au-natural myself. What about you Bob, you going domestic on me too?”

“Uh, yeah, I can’t eat naked either. I’ll put my trunks on when the fish is done, when I get another beer.”

“Looks like you’re driving home, Pam. He’s in no condition, he can barely stand up.” Charlie chuckled, loudly. “Oh, there’s some small T.V. trays stored in the small closet by the stove. Would you mind bringing them up, love?

They set up the trays and Charlie served each of them and brought his plate beside Pam and sat. While eating Pam noticed Charlie periodically looking out towards the water with a concerned look on his face. When they were almost done eating, Charlie looked up again, with even a more concerned look on his face.

Pam looked at Charlie and asked, “What’s wrong? You keep looking out at the horizon, looking worried.”

“There’s a fog rolling in and it’s moving faster than I thought. Look, it won’t be long before it starts covering those islands and they’re only about a mile from us.” Charlie pointed towards the islands and asked Pam, “Can’t you see the fog on the other side of those islands?”

Pam looked towards where Charlie was pointing and said, “Everything just looks gray on the other side of those islands, to me.”

“That’s fog and it’s moving pretty fast now. We can’t stay here, anchored. There’s a small dock the researchers use. We’ll be better off there tied up to something secure.” Charlie went to the bow and raised the anchor and started up the engine. He headed into a bay like area where the dock was, approached the dock and tied up. “We’ll stay here until the fog lifts. I hope it’s not very long, it’s getting late in the afternoon.”

“Look Charlie, I can’t see the islands now. We can’t make it home before the fog catches up to us?”

“Very doubtful, the only thing we can hope for is that this is a fast moving fog bank. It’s getting later in the day and I don’t have the equipment to safely drive in this fog, or in the dark.”

“You mean we may have to stay here overnight?”

“I have all the necessities if that’s the case. Let’s hope it doesn’t get to that.”

“Where will we all sleep?” Pam asked, in a concerned and somewhat alarmed voice. Although the thought of feeling that fat cock of his inside her vagina excited her, she wasn’t quite sure she was ready or willing for that to happen, and didn’t want to tempt fate by sleeping in the same bed with him.

“There’s a big double bed below. You saw it.”

“All three of us?”

“I’ll manage. If you’re uncomfortable with the thought, I’ll sleep up top, if that makes you feel better. Let’s not worry about that just yet, the fog may lift in time to head out for home.”

“Look at Bob. He looks like he’s about to fall asleep, or pass out,” Pam said.

Charlie chuckled, walked over to Bob and said, “We’d better get him below while he can still stand up on his own. I don’t feel like escort bursa having to carry him down. I’m too old for that shit. Get on the other side of him and just balance him.”

After much work and some stumbling, they finally got Bob in bed. Pam covered him up and headed back up top. As she got to the cockpit she noticed how everything seemed to close in on them and said, “Holy mackerel, the fog is thick. I can hardly see the end of the dock.”

“Welcome to the wonderful and unpredictable world of the Atlantic Ocean. It gets this foggy at our houses sometimes too. It’s just not as noticeable because there is always something close by to see that you recognize, so it doesn’t feel so ominous. Do you have a jacket or a sweatshirt in your big bag over there?”

“Yeah, Bob made sure I packed a sweatshirt in case the weather changed. Boy, I’ll say it changed.”

“If we have to stay the night, you will only need a T-Shirt, the top blanket is an unzipped sleeping bag and that will be warm enough, no matter how damp it gets. I’m gonna make a pot of coffee. Would you care to join me in a cup?”

“That would be nice. I’m starting to get a chill, thanks. If you’re not thinking of duplicating what happened the last time we had coffee together and you were naked, I’ll join you, yeah.”

“We’re sorta past that stage, don-cha-think?”

“I suppose we are,” Pam chuckled.

After both having drunk their coffee and talked a little, Pam got up and said, “This coffee tasted good, I’m going to get myself another. Do you want another while I’m down there? I’m going to check on Bob too, although I’m sure he’s down for the count.”

“Not right now, thanks. I’m gonna clean these nice scup we caught and kept while their still fresh. We will need something to eat if we have to stay here.” Charlie removed the Coleman stove and put his nasty towel back around his torso and proceeded to clean the fish. When Pam came back up Charlie inquired about how Bob was doing and asked, “Down for the count, meaning for the night?”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “He is comatose and totally done. What did he have, six or seven cans of beer? He passes out after two or three usually. Very low tolerance for alcohol.”

“I’m glad he’s more tolerant to other things,” Charlie said, matter-of-factly.

“Bob didn’t seem all that tolerant towards your brother last Saturday,” Pam replied.

After a short while, Charlie finished up with the fish, wrapped them up and put them on ice. He then washed down the area and the boat, then hosed himself down again. He then sat next to Pam and said, “I’ll have that coffee now, if you’re ready for another.”

Pam brought them each another cup of coffee and sat down.

Charlie then decided to respond to Pam’s last statement and said, “My brother is not what you would call much of a social being, especially since he lost his wife. Once he got a look at you, any chance of him thinking about getting into a conversation with Bob went by the boards. He told me so on the drive home to his house.”

Charlie looked around the boat, then to his watch and said, “It’s getting late and there’s no sign of this fog lifting any time soon. It looks like we’d better start realizing we’re here for the night. I should start frying up these scup for something to eat to hold us over until morning. Should I cook some up for Bob?”

“No, no need. Like I said, he’s more than likely down for the night. If he does wake up in a little while, which I doubt, I still have sandwiches for him to munch on.”

They ate, and sat around for a long time, when the darkness arrived. Charlie put some clothes on and lit a few cockpit lights. After about an hour of just enjoying the peacefulness and silence, Pam looked at Charlie and said, “So what did Walter tell you about me after we left his party?”

“Walter could not stop talking about you. Where do I start?” he asked himself. “He told me how beautiful you are and that your perfect body, through that sundress, gave him feelings in his cock he hadn’t felt in over 10 years. He said that he hasn’t gotten a boner for as many years and that after looking at your young perfect body through that sheer dress and your nipples, he wanted to fuck you right there with that boner you gave him. He also said that you lit up his day and life and made him feel special, the way you made it a point to please him with your beauty. He said that he almost came while you were sitting on his lap and teasing him with your movements, and that you made reference to his cock and how you liked It and said something about wishing him a Happy Birthday and asked if he liked his present. Or something like that. He just kept carrying on about you and how he would’ve loved to have fucked you right at that moment.”

“He actually said I made him feel special? I could tell he was horny by the hardness of his cock between my butt cheeks, he actually told you that he wanted to have sex with me?”

“No, he said he wanted to fuck you! Actually he said that he wanted to feel his hard, long cock buried deep inside your young, hot pussy, to make you cum and have you make him cum and fill you with all that stored up semen that’s been building in him all these years. He also said, that would be the highlight of his old life.”

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Dominic Andrews finished the last set of pull ups. Sweat dripped from his tanned body that he wiped up with a towel. He stripped off his black tank top, leaving him in a pair of running shorts and sneakers.

Dominic was a man of 42 years old, although he didn’t look it. He was insanely tall (6 feet 2) and muscular, which was no surprise from a former professional wrestler. His chest was mostly hair free, except for a little on his pecs and a happy trail leading down to his crotch. Although, he kept his arms, legs, and bathing suit region hairy. His head was entirely shaved, but he did have a bushy black beard on his chin. He had piercing brown eyes. His arms were covered with an assortment of tattoos.

Dominic had been a professional wrestler out of college. Although his degree was in business, wrestling was a favorite pastime of his. He was at the top of his game for the longest time, winning several titles and championships. At the age of 31, he quit to start a highly profitable energy drink company. It allowed him to provide a wonderful life for his family.

Oh yes, Dominic’s family. Dominic’s career allowed for a high amount of women throwing themselves at him. A few years in, he met Julia Kim, a 20-year-old fashion major from New York. He and Julia had a one night stand which produced a son, named Tyler. Dominic had tried to get them married, but Julia wanted nothing to do with him or their son. She didn’t want to be tied down, so she left Tyler with Dominic and ran off.

Dominic spent many years trying to have a second parent in the home. He went through many men and women, but most of them wanted either his body, fame, or money. Not many of them really cared for Tyler.

Just as Dominic was about to give up, he met Christina Stone. Christina was a corporate lawyer for Dominic’s company with a son of her own, Charlie. Charlie was only a year younger than Tyler, but the two became fast friends.

The marriage had been good to them both. About two months prior to the present day, Christina found out that she was pregnant with Dominic’s children. They were going to have twins! Dominic was so ecstatic.

Dominic exited the workout room in his mansion. Today was a good day for him to spend some time in the home gym. Christina had some business to attend to in Sacramento, so she left Dominic home with the boys, not that they needed attending. Tyler was 19 and Charlie had turned 18 only a month ago. Figuring out what to do for dinner, he climbed the stairs towards the kitchen.

Once there, he saw Charlie was there already. Charlie was small for his age, around 5 foot 3. He had blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, just like his mother. The boy had some light muscle tone from swimming. Charlie was in the kitchen, working on homework.

“Hey Dad, I was just finishing up some homework.” Charlie smiled.

Dominic smiled. Charlie was always the studious one.

Dominic was always amazed that Charlie had taken to him so well. He had been worried that Charlie would resent him for replacing his real father. However, Charlie really gravitated to him, and Dominic knew why.

“Great, I was thinking about taking us out for dinner tonight. Have you seen your brother?” Dominic asked.

“He’s outside, working on his car. Where else would he be?” Charlie replied.

“Thanks Charlie. Finish up your homework while I take a shower, and I’ll take you out when I’m done.” Dominic said.

Dominic strode over to the door to the garage. Swinging it open, he saw Tyler working on his red mustang, as usual.

Tyler was taller than Charlie, he was shorter than his father, coming in at 5 foot 10. He had tan skin and black hair like his father. Tyler was also slightly muscular due to his shared love for fitness. Tyler had his mother’s eyes and facial structure.

Tyler had recently finished his freshman year at UCLA. He had managed to make it there on an athletic scholarship due to his soccer playing in high school and continued on the team there. As for his major, Tyler studied architecture. He was the rowdy one of the boys, always getting in trouble, whether it be vandalizing the school, or having anal sex in the halls with the principal’s daughter.

“Ty, we’re going out to eat. Finish up and take a shower.” Dominic said.

Tyler looked up from the car, grease covering his shirt and pants. He smiled seeing his dad there.

“I’m just about done anyway.” Tyler smiled, packing up his tools.

“Good, I’ll see you back here in about half an hour.” Dominic told him.

“Sure thing, pops.” Tyler smiled, smacking Dominic’s bare chest as he ran inside.

Dominic walked back inside, passing the two boys, whispering to each other. Dominic ignored them and ran to the master bedroom. He needed a shower.

He entered the master bathroom and stripped off his shorts, letting his massive, flaccid cock fall down. It was about 8 inches, just bursa escort in the soft state. Dominic had been handsomely endowed with a large cock, which contributed to an overactive libido throughout his life. And, it certainly helped that people would ogle his crotch in the tiny tights he’d wear in the ring, giving him his nickname of Big Dick Nic. That helped him get a lot of one night stands, even with a few of his “straight” wrestler buddies.

Dominic turned on the shower and stepped in. The cool water soothed his skin as he began to scrub himself with soap. He was in such turmoil that started all when Tyler came home.

It first seemed normal with Tyler back. He and Charlie were getting along well, playing video games and going to the driving ranges. Everything seemed great for the first few days, until Dominic heard some surprising news.

Dominic was just passing by Charlie’s bedroom. He could hear that the boys were talking. At first, he didn’t want to intrude on them. Or at least, until he heard Tyler say: “Coach Miller had such a huge dick. It was a fucking monster, Charlie. It felt so good ramming up my ass. Here, I have a picture of him.” After a few moments, he heard Charlie say: “Oh my goodness, you are so right. I would love to get my hands on it. It’s so huge.” Dominic moved away as fast as he could from the door.

That night, Tyler left his phone in his room while he went to work on his car. Curiosity had gotten the better of Dominic, and he had to see who had stuck their prick into his baby boy. Tyler never had a code, so Dominic got in easily. He found that Tyler had recently texted the Coach Miller.

While looking through the texts, Dominic saw that the Coach was named Peter Miller and was two years younger than Dominic himself. The man also had a wife and three children. That’s when he saw the pictures. He saw pictures of Peter and his huge cock.

“That boy is still smaller than me.” Dominic said to himself in a cocky attitude. “What am I saying? This guy is fucking my son.”

He saw more and more pictures of Peter, and even a few of Tyler’s nude body. Dominic could feel himself getting harder in his pants.

“This is my son, why am I getting hard seeing him like this?” Dominic thought.

Then, he saw a video. He was about to play it m, when he heard Tyler yelling to Christina. Dominic quickly copied and sent the video to himself, making sure to delete it from their texts.

Dominic hurried into the master bathroom and turned on the video. It started out with Peter videotaping Tyler, on his knees, deepthroating and gagging on the his huge cock.

“Suck it, bitch.” Peter would hiss.

Dominic was glued to the screen. He unconsciously began fishing his monster cock out of his pants and began stroking.

Peter put the camera down to the side, filming him from the side as he began eating Tyler’s ass out. The kid seemed to be loving it, moaning the whole time and begging the coach to fuck him.

After a couple minutes, the coach obliged. He slammed himself into Tyler’s puckered hole. Peter repositioned the camera so it could see his cock plunging in and out of Tyler’s hole. Tyler was in heaven as the cock invaded his insides. Dominic knew that this was wrong, but it was the hottest thing he’d seen in a long time.

Once the coach was close, he pulled out of Tyler, who had just cum. He sat Tyler down and jacked himself off over Tyler’s face. The coach let loose a massive load of sperm, covering Tyler’s face. Dominic himself let his load go at this hot scene.

“Go hit the showers.” Peter said, slapping Tyler on the ass. Tyler ran off screen as the coach went over and stopped the video.

Once it was over, Dominic felt extremely guilty. He’d realized that he had just masturbated to his son getting fucked by a man who, now that he thought about it, was similar to Dominic. Dominic quickly shook it off and deleted the video. He couldn’t have Christina finding it on his phone.

Dominic was so confused. Why had Tyler never told Dominic that he liked guys too? He knew Dominic was bisexual, and Charlie had no problem saying that he was gay. Dominic was puzzled.

Days went by without another incident until the night Dominic came home from poker with the boys. He’d just won for the third time in a row and got it on with his fuck buddy James, who Christina knew about. Dominic was about to get into the master bedroom, but he heard a scream from Charlie’s bedroom.

“Are you okay, Charlie?” Dominic asked.

Concerned, Dominic rushed to Charlie’s bedroom. But, before he could open the door, he heard Charlie’s voice.

“It’s okay Dad, it was a nightmare.” Charlie said.

Dominic didn’t know if he believed that. He thought there might be someone in there with Charlie, but after the video, Dominic wasn’t ready to see Charlie in a compromising position.

He’d woken up the next morning to Tyler bursa escort bayan making them bacon and eggs. Tyler usually never cooked, so Dominic was taken aback. Although, he couldn’t exactly say no to bacon and eggs.

Dominic’s suspicions were proved right when Charlie was limping the next day. Dominic had had plenty of one-night-stands doing that walk, so he knew what it meant.

Dominic had wondered who the mysterious man that had been in Charlie’s bed was, until the maid discovered something. Dominic had come back home from work to find Christina waiting for him in the living room.

“I don’t want to alarm you, because I know he is an adult, but the maid found something.” Christina said.

“Hold on, what are you talking about?” Dominic asked, even though he knew what was coming.

“Okay, Olivia was cleaning the bedrooms and found a used condom in Tyler’s trash can.” Christina said.

Dominic was shocked. Could Tyler and Charlie have fucked last night while he was there? The stuff with Charlie adds up, and Tyler was in such a good mood that morning.

“What are we going to do Dominic? Tyler had a girl over and they had sex in his room.” Christina said, angrily.

“Christina, calm down. Tyler is a grown man now. We don’t need to worry about him with sex. If anything, we should be glad that he is using protection.” Dominic said.

After a few more minutes, Dominic had calmed Christina down. He didn’t want her to catch on to the possibility that there was no girl with Tyler, but her son was.

Dominic tried to keep a more watchful eye on the boys. But, work made it more difficult. Christina had to attend her friend’s birthday party while Dominic was working late.

He rushed home that night, worrying that the boys may be having their own party in one of the bedrooms. Dominic snuck into the house quietly. Sure enough, he could hear the boys. He went to Tyler’s room to see the door cracked open.

Inside, Tyler was on top of Charlie, doggystyle. And from his view, Dominic could see Tyler’s ass move and slap his balls against Charlie’s ass.

“Tyler, fuck, go faster.” He heard Charlie scream.

“Take that dick, slut. You feel so good.” Tyler yelled back.

This went on for another 15 minutes, After they were finished, Dominic moved away. Then he heard them start to talk, causing him to go back to his spot.

“It feels like you get tighter and tighter every time.” Tyler laughed.

“Hey, it just misses this thing.” Charlie smiled, grabbing Tyler’s 9 inch cock.

“Do you think our parents will find out about this, Ty?” Charlie asked.

“I hope they don’t. Or at least, your Mom doesn’t. I would love to have my Dad join us. They used to call him Big Dick Nic during his wrestling days. And, I would love to feel those rock hard muscles all over me.” Tyler said.

“I heard about that. And, you hear him with my Mom every other night. She loves his cock. I need to get what she’s getting some day.” Charlie said.

Dominic didn’t want to hear any more. He slid to the door and opened it, before slamming it shut.

“I’m home” Dominic yelled.

Tyler popped out of his room in his underwear. He began to chat with his father, probably trying to make sure that he didn’t see Charlie go out of Tyler’s room.

The final incident happened two days before Christina left. Dominic had been working all day, and after all these recent incidents, Dominic had been getting quite horny.

He managed to convince Christina to have sex with him that night. And, he let everything loose in her like a savage animal.

Christina moaned in pleasure as Dominic entered his huge cock inside her ass. He didn’t want to wait for her to be used to his cock tonight, he just began thrusting. His monster meat worked itself in and out of his wife, allowing more and more of his 13 inch cock to fill her up. Christina had not taken him balls deep once in their ten year marriage, and he was determined to make it that night.

“Oh my god, Dom. You’re so rough today, it feels so good. You are a fucking animal. Oh fuck yes. Do whatever you want to me, fuck. You are the king.” Christina said, enjoying the thick meat pushing her ass open.

Turning to the side, Dominic saw some familiar blonde hair hiding between the cracks in the door. Charlie had a camera and was filming them.

Some force began possessing Dominic, making him want to prove his dominance to the boys. He wanted to show them who’s the alpha male, and maybe it was to show off and tease the boys a bit. He pushed himself further into Christina, who began to scream. He didn’t stop until his egg sized balls rested on her ass.

“You did it baby, I’m now balls deep in you.” Dominic said with a cocky grin.

“It feels so good Dom, fuck me hard.” Christina moaned.

Dominic obliged, making sure to give Charlie a great view of his cock and balls as he escort bursa slammed in and out of Christina. The woman was moaning in pure ecstasy as the mountain of a man shoved himself inside her. His massive balls slapped against her with each powerful thrust.

Dominic flipped Christina up, so they were sitting down and bounced her on his cock. He grabbed her big tits in his hand, mashing them together before putting his mouth on them. He would lick them and bite the nipples, all to give a show to the boys. His cock still reaching the depths of her ass.

Dominic picked his wife up into a standing position, She wrapped her legs around his waist and he began ravishing her again, making sure that Charlie could once again see his powerful thrusts. Christina hung on for dear life as the alpha male took total control of her body.

This continued on until he pushed Christina back on the bed and began eating her pussy out. Christina moaned because Dominic was amazing at eating out pussies and asses. It was a skill that he could use on all genders. His large tongue proved deep inside Christina as she pushed his large head deeper into her. He was hitting all the right spots, bringing Christina closer to the edge.

“I’m going to cum, stud.” She yelled right before she orgasmed.

Dominic licked up her juices before getting on top of her. His large, muscled frame completely eclipsed her as he re entered her ass. He brutally thrusted inside her once again, giving Christina another orgasm in the process.

He eventually pulled out and stuffed his dick in her mouth. She gagged, unable to take all of him. He tried pushing deeper to no avail. He eventually gave up and pulled out. He began to jack off over her face. He let out a mighty alpha male roar, letting loose spurt after spurt of white cum all over Christina’s face.

He looked back to see Charlie sneaking away. Dominic did nothing, but he knew that he needed to tell Christina soon.

The night before she was supposed to leave, he dropped everything on her.

“So, you are telling me that Tyler has been fucking Charlie, but they both want you to fuck them?” Christina said. “And Charlie watched and filmed us the other night?!”

“Pretty much” Dominic said. He’d left out the part of seeing the sex tape and seeing Charlie there from the beginning.

“Look, you handle this. I have a lot on my plate.” Christina said, going back to packing.

“What should I do?” Dominic asked.

“I don’t know, stop them, confront them, fuck them, I don’t care. Leave me out of this.” Christina said.

“Did you just tell me to fuck my children?” Dominic asked, bewildered.

“I-I-I” Christina stammered.

“You totally did.” Dominic said, crossing over to where Christina stood.

“I did. Look, I don’t care if you fuck them, but the point is handle it.” Christina said.

“You want me too, don’t you.” Dominic said, cockily.

“No” Christina lied.

“You do. I know you do. You sick girl, you’ve started to find my son attractive, and the thought of us together gets your heart racing.” Dominic started, getting closer to her with every sentence. “You think seeing me with two boys is hot. You loved watching me stick my big cock into James and your brother too.” He got right up against Christina and slid his fingers up her dress and into her underwear. “You want to see me impale them because you are a sex freak just like me. You love the fact of seeing big daddy impale two boys on his mighty sword.” He began to finger Christina’s pussy. “You just can’t resist the thought of me taking our boys’ asses. You want to watch me. You love it, just admit it.” Christina came on his fingers.

“Alright, I want to see that, Dom. I love the idea of watching you fuck other men and it being our children feels wrong, yet so fucking hot. I’d love to see you fuck my boy and yours too, oh, I’m so bad.” Christina said.

“Maybe I will fuck the boys while you are gone. Impale them on my mighty cock as they beg me to go faster.” Dominic smiles, sexily.

Dominic’s conversation with his wife left him much more confused. Maybe he really did want to fuck the boys. It might be good to keep it in the family.

Now, here he is in the shower, rubbing his huge body to get rid of all the sweat. His hands wondered down to his huge cock. He was very horny, so he knew he had to start stroking.

He started to pretend it was Christina, on her knees, sucking him. But, no matter how hard he tried, she would turn into Charlie.

Frustrated, Dominic went with it. He imagined tiny Charlie licking his meat and taking it down his throat. Dominic moaned in pleasure, adding another hand.

He started to imagine Tyler was there two, the boys fighting over his large cock. He started enjoying the feeling and let himself go, rubbing furiously at his cock.

A loud crash startled him. Dominic opened his eyes to see his son running from the bathroom. The hunky father got out of the shower and put on a black muscle shirt and shorts. His huge erection was slightly visible, but Dominic didn’t care. He was going to stop this once and for all.

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