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Kamesh had Shanti completely in his fold and firm grip– she pined for his prick and for a short period moved permanently with him – but then society starts talking and it became difficult to continue the act in his house – he was a smart guy – he had a penthouse without the knowledge of his spouse on rent a few months ago – he had taken it for his friend Ripu who came frequently down from Delhi and copulated with women he had taken up in the city, now it came to his use and what surprised him delightfully was the apparatus Ripu had installed in the bedroom of the penthouse –a whole video recording system and playback while conveniently relaxing back in the bed. Kamesh was going to enjoy this and the payback was Ripu at some time was going to have Shanti hook line and sinker – all her holes and in all shapes and also all the other sluts including her sister and Veronica.

Well – that was contemplated and now Shanti was giving up work husband and even Ratan Chitra and others for this latest flavor in her life – Kamesh. He was desirable and undisputed lust for him was surging and absorbing her completely – and she was sure to quench all her thirst of sex in this man – and make him her slave or become his slave – it was not clear which was the equation, but as it unfolded she had little left to betray of her desire and extreme lust for Kamesh. She felt satiated and completely filled up with him. And Kamesh was using this opportunity of his wife away suitably and fruitfully. He had applied to work from home and with no responsibility back home – this penthouse became a hub of the sexual calisthenics.

Everything was just the way Kamesh liked it.

Up there was his wife’s best friend and his favorite slut who was hot, naked, and wild, poised sexily above him. His favorite brandy was warm and exhilarating inside him. The plush bedroom was lit just right, his favorite music was playing in the background, and huge mirrors were hanging in place above the big, round bed. And his expensive, sophisticated video recorder system was capturing it all on tape. Kamesh glanced to the side of the bed for a moment and caught a glimpse of the big TV screen with the lovely image of Shanti languidly fingering herself to orgasm.

He watched her slim fingers slowly dipping in and out of the brown slit between her long, loving legs. He heard her lust-filled voice coming through the speakers in gasps and sighs.

It had been several weeks since he had made that film, he remembered. He turned his head, propping up a silk pillow, and gazed at the reflection in the bright, strategically placed mirror at the foot of the bed. There was Shanti’s lovely face again.

This time he viewed a reflection, but in the present and this time he saw her face flushed and excited and heard her moaning and gasping as she engulfed his swollen cock in her mouth. He watched contentedly. His cock felt wonderful in that hot, velvety mouth. She was as wildly turned on by sex as he was, just as promiscuous and just as daring, and he had never found anyone that could suck his long, thick pecker like she could. He enjoyed the show, watching first the taped Shanti playing with her wet, dark-haired pussy, then returning to the image of the real Shanti with her dark haired head bobbing up and down on his throbbing cock. He groaned deeply as he watched and felt her tongue lap hot circles around the bulbous head of his prick. The smooth dark of her tongue looked and felt beautiful against the red skin of his un-circumcised penis.

Kamesh grasped her thigh and pulled it closer to his head. She was kneeling with her full, dusky ass facing him. She raised her thigh as he pulled it toward him and straddled his head with her luscious hips, not missing a stroke on his cock as she did so, here was the third view that Kamesh had at his command — Shanti’s fragrant, hot pussy spread out invitingly right in front of his sex-flushed face and hungry mouth.

Her dark pubic hair was soft and fine, and framed her plump pussy-lips and tightly puckered anus.

He stared at the beautiful, juicy sight for a long moment before taking his first taste of her wet cunt.

Grasping the smooth, cool flesh of her buttocks, he spread her ass-cheeks and exposed even more of her lovely pussy. He saw her cunt open, her asshole spread, and her swollen clit strain from between her turgid pussy-lips as he pressed his face into her steaming crotch.

Shanti released an ecstatic groan as she felt Kamesh’s skilled tongue touch her excited cunt. She sucked harder on the head of his cock, straining to get more of his massive prick into her mouth as he began to excite her juicy pussy.

Kamesh pressed his tongue lightly against Shanti’s clit and licked smoothly up through the humid valley of her cunt, into her dripping hole, and onto her flexing asshole — where he lingered for a moment to tantalize the wrinkled pucker. He then swept his tongue quickly back through the hot cleft of her cunt, pressing more firmly this time, and plucked the bahis firmaları throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Aaaaahhhhh … that’s right … suck my clit, Kamesh … suck it hard!” she cried, her mouth involuntarily leaving his cock as the delicious feelings in her loins swept through her entire body. She sucked his cock back into her quivering mouth, pulling him in deeper this time as he continued to tease her clit. He knew the way she liked it. He kept a steady pressure on that swollen bud of clit-flesh, feeling it throb and move, and then began to flick lightly and maddeningly with the tip of his tongue.

Keeping the hot little love-button trapped with his lips, he vibrated it expertly with his tongue. He felt the warm sensation of his cock going deeper and deeper into her mouth in return. “Uuuuummmmm,” she moaned her mouth and throat stuffed with Kamesh’s cock. She was going wild with lust. Kamesh’s hot mouth sucking and manipulating that most sensitive part of her cunt was unleashing all her passion. With her animal desires blazing, she fought back the reflex to gag and pressed her head down farther on Kamesh’s long cock, letting it slide all the way into herthroat. Her lips pressed against his pubic hair as she gulped and sucked on his hot prick. The moans came from Kamesh now as he felt her consume his entire cock. He let her throbbing clit escape from his sucking mouth and began again to lap his tongue through the entire hot, wet region of her loins he licked in long strokes, massaging her burning crotch from clit to asshole.

His actions were becoming more and more frenzied, and he could no longer pull his face away from her pussy to look at her erotic image in the mirror or on the television screen. He knew that as they each sucked and licked, the video recorder was capturing every moment of their bliss on tape. Shanti was on the brink of orgasm. Kamesh could tell by the way his cock was deep in her throat, and by the way her hips were starting to buck and twitch above his face. He could also tell by the way her cunt-hole was squeezing his tongue as he plunged deep into her pussy, and by the way her asshole was flexing excitedly. He knew that now was the time to push her over the edge of bliss — before he came and while she was at the peak of her passion. He again captured her twitching clit between his lips and massaged and pulled firmly on her small dark bud. He felt the tiny center of passion throb as he pulled, her hot pussy-flesh stretching and straining as he clamped down more firmly. “Aaaaahhhh … uuuuhhhh!” His skillful manipulation of herclit did the trick. Her head was raised above his cock, her facea mask of passion as she howled and moaned in the ecstasy of her orgasm. As her orgasm gradually faded, Shanti relaxed her lust-tightened body. She hung her head back between Kamesh’s legs and sucked gently just at the head of his bloated cock. She sucked with her eyes closed, a placid, satisfied expression on her face. Kamesh took one last, loving lick at her tightly flexed asshole and gently pushed her hips forward. She knew just what he wanted her to do. All that was needed was a hint. She crept forward slowly on her knees, still straddling Kamesh’s body. He watched with pleasure the lovely scene her spread ass-cheeks made as they shifted from side to side, opening and closing to reveal her asshole and the dark-haired pouch of her pussy- lips.

Kamesh looked again at the TV screen. The image was still that of Shanti finger fucking. The scene was farther along now and her actions were less relaxed and more feverish. One hand was at hertits, kneading her soft, white tit-flesh while pulling at her erect nipples. Her other hand was still between her smooth thighs, her fingers alternately plucking at her clit, dipping into her twat, tantalizing her asshole. Her face now had the expression of a woman totally absorbed in the wonderful task of jerking off and doing a very good job of it. Shanti’s hips were now poised over Kamesh’s cock — it waved erect, pointing straight at her luscious loins. Reaching between her legs, Shanti spread her hanging cunt-lips with her fingers. She pulled them widely apart, opening her twat for Kamesh’s ten-inch prick. She slowly lowered herself until the head of his large tool was just touching the inner opening of her pussy. She released her hold on her cunt-flaps and her pussy-lips surrounded the head of his cock with warm wetness. “Uuummmmm … you’re hot tonight, baby,” Kamesh groaned as thread of his cock was engulfed by her warm pussy.

“Just feel this,” Shanti said lustily. “If you think my pussy is hot on the outside, it’s boiling on the inside!” She relaxed her hips and allowed herself to descend smoothly and steadily, his prick sliding straight into her cunt. Her hands went involuntarily to her smooth belly as she felt a wonderful sensation of fullness.

Kamesh’s hot cock was a perfect fit in her tight pussy. She lowered her hips until she was resting on Kamesh’s pelvis, his cock buried to the hilt in the warm kaçak iddaa folds of her flesh. “Ooooohhhhh … that’s good … can you feel how hot it is?” she asked in a hoarse, passion-filled voice as she enjoyed the tightly stuffed feeling in her deep pussy. She watched herself in the mirror at the foot of the bed. She had a full frontal view of her lovely body. Her long dark hair fell down on her shoulders. Her tits were taut and uplifted with jutting dark nipples. Her slim waist tapered out to full hips with the soft patch of her dark pubic hair at the base of her belly pressing into the blackhair that encircled the base of Kamesh’s cock.

“Yeah, baby,” Kamesh answered. “It’s boiling … it’s boiling hot in there!” Kamesh was enjoying the wonderful tight heat of her pussy and admiring his triple view of Shanti at the same time. Heturned his head away from the TV screen where Shanti was now beginning to probe her pussy with a large blue dildo. He looked down at his hips where she squatted with her flawless back and achingly beautiful ass facing toward him. He could see the base of his cock encircled by the turgid lips of her cunt, and her asshole nestled against his pubic hair, as she held his cock all the way inside her pussy. Turning his head slightly sideways, he was able to see her front side reflected in the mirror at the foot of the bed. She was stroking her tits, lightly pinching her swollen nipples as she watched her reflection and relished the feeling of his big cock inside her loins. He could see his balls pulled tightly up against the base of his cock, directly under the triangle of dark hair at the apex of her lower belly.

She raised her body smoothly and slowly. His cock appeared, inch by inch, sliding wetly out of her pussy. It was red and glistening from the heat and wetness of her cunt. The lips of her cunt adhered to the smooth skin of his cock as she raised her hips higher. Her cunt seemed to suck at the prick that stretched her inflamed, dark lips. She stopped at the point where only the head of his burning tool was enclosed in the moist folds of her pussy-flesh.

“How does it feel in there tonight, honey?” she purred knowing how he loved that first complete immersion in her twat. She flexed the mouth of her cunt as she held her body steady, squeezing his hard cock-head.

“Oh, yeah … it’s good tonight, baby,” Kamesh groaned, closing his eyes tightly from the biting sensation of her pussy squeezing his red, swollen cock-head. She’s one in a million, he thought to himself. The only girl I’ve ever fucked who could control her pussy that way.

She began lowering herself again, her pussy sucking in his cock. He watched with pleasure as the huge head of his massive prick first stretched her pussy-lips to their widest point, then moved smoothly on through to her hot, tight cunt. He had always been amazed at the ease with which she could consume his cock with her mouth or her cunt. Even her ass could take in the whole thing — but not quite as easily and usually not without some coaxing from Kamesh. His cock was long and thick, and many of the women he had fucked just couldn’t handle it. Not Shanti, however. He never ceased to enjoy watching her engulfing his gorgeous cock with herlips or twat or asshole.

She was halfway down his cock by now, feeling the big head plow through her cunt-hole. Her pussy-juices were beginning to flow. She could feel them dripping from her widely stretched pussy. Her pubic hair and asshole were becoming saturated with her sweet, sticky juice. Shanti sighed deeply as the mouth of her pussy touched his pubic hair. She immediately began to slide her pussy up his cock again. She sped up her movements and was soon beginning another hot downward stroke. She began to groan deep in her throat with each upward stroke, then suck her breath sharply as she moved swiftly back down Kamesh’s smooth cock, he watched her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her head thrown back with her mouth open, as she passionately caressed her tits and belly and thighs. At the downward portion of each thrust, she would grasp his fat balls in her hand and lightly squeeze his swollen nut-sac. As Kamesh looked back at the rear view of her body, her hips twitching and her ass-cheeks parting with each stroke, he realized that he was dose to shooting his cum into her pussy. He knew that now was the time to slow down and prolong the pleasure. He also knew that she was turned on enough at this point to take his entire cock into her tight, sexy asshole.

“Hold on, baby!” Kamesh commanded, grabbing Shanti’s ass tightly as he leaned forward. He held her there at the top of her stroke, her pussy barely making contact with the head of his cock. “Let’s slow down just a little,” he said softly, teasing her by flexing his cock in the mouth of her cunt.

“Oh, Kamesh!” she whined. “Give it to me … give it to me now!”

Kamesh held on tightly to Shanti’s squirming ass and prevented her from ramming herself back down on his cock. He watched with delight as kaçak bahis her tender asshole flexed excitedly. He knew she was hot enough to let him stuff his whole cock into that tight little hole.

“Okay, baby, okay,” Kamesh said in a voice thickened by lust. “I’ll give it to you … in your ass.”

“Oh, Kamesh,” Shanti moaned, “anywhere … anywhere you say!”

He looked on with pleasure as she raised her hips and released his cock from the strong grasp of her pussy. He was surprised at how easily she agreed to his demands. She usually had to be coaxed along for a while before she would let him stick that big cock of his into her ass. He released his grip on her ass-cheeks and turned his head to look at the television screen. The taped image of Shanti was going wild with the big, blue dildo. She was slamming the huge plastic cock into her pussy with crazed passion. Her face was flushed with deep, sexual desire. He loved watching her finger-fuck. Returning his gaze to the real Shanti, he saw that she had leaned forward, raising her ass away from his cock. He loved to watch her prepare herself for getting fucked in the ass.

She spread her thighs wider. Reaching down between her legs, she began to dip her long fingers into her dripping cunt then rub the juices on her tightly flexed anus. She was first using only two, but she gradually worked three fingers into her still-excited pussy. Slowly withdrawing them, enjoying the feeling as she did so, she smeared her sweet, sticky cunt-sauce all over her dark asshole. Kamesh enjoyed this part of their little ritual almost as much as he loved the feeling of her tight asshole sliding down his cock. The thrill of watching a beautiful woman playing with her pussy and asshole was almost beyond compare. As she gradually soaked her puckered anus in love-juices, it took on the dark brown, feverish color of her inflamed pussy-flesh. Once it was properly lubricated, she began to lightly probe into the opening with her fingertips. Slowly, she pushed two fingers into her hot opening, stretching it wider and wider. She continued to alternately plunge her fingers first into her asshole then back into her pussy, wetting her anus still more, finally sinking three fingers into her tight, puckered opening.

Kamesh saw her passionate expression in the big mirror as she leaned toward it, her big tits hanging forward and swaying with her movements. He glanced again at the TV screen and saw her now arching her back in orgasm, totally wild with lust, the blue plastic cock deep in her pussy. Kamesh again returned his gaze to the real-life Shanti and saw that she now had three fingers sunk completely in the widely stretched hole between the cheeks of her perfect, white ass. “Oh … Kamesh,” she gasped feverishly. “I’m ready … I’m ready for your cock.”

“Just a second, baby,” Kamesh replied. “Scoot back here for a minute and give me a taste of that asshole before I put my cock in there.”

Shanti complied with his order. She crawled backwards on her knees, her ass spread wide. Each backward movement she made with her knees pulled her cheeks apart invitingly as her loins moved closer to Kamesh’s waiting mouth. She stopped with her beautiful ass and pussy spread wide and wet right in front of Kamesh’s face. “Oh, yeah, baby,” Kamesh moaned, placing his hands on the smooth ass-cheeks directly in front of him. He stretched them apart as wide as they would go, making her asshole actually protrude slightly from the wet crevice between her ass-globes.

Pulling her ass toward his face, he opened his mouth and pressed his lips to her dark, puckered hole. He held his open mouth against her closed anus. He licked it lovingly and tickled the very center of her tight little rosette with the tip of his tongue. He loved the way her anus tasted and felt after she had been playing with it and rubbing it with her pussy-juice. He pressed his tongue hard against the center of her tight ring of ass-muscle. Her fingers had loosened her tight sphincter and his tongue slid easily into the hot passage. He fucked his tongue in and out of the squeezing hole, enjoying the little moans and gasps his actions caused. He kept his lips pressed around the musky opening and continued to manipulate her anus with his tongue, just like he was kissing her mouth!

Shanti let a long, lusty sigh escape her throat as she felt Kamesh’s tongue probe deeper and deeper into her inflamed anus. She felt him remove one of his hands from her buttocks and soon felt his experienced fingers take hold of her swollen clit. Shivers shot deliciously through her body as her clit was tweaked and lightly pinched. Then she felt the simultaneous deep thrust of his tongue and an extreme, squeezing pressure on her protruding clit.

“Aaaaahhhhh … squeeze my clit … squeeze it, baby!” she screamed. “Ooooohhhhh, that’s sooooo goooood … tongue-fuck my ass, lover!”

Kamesh loved the sound of her sexual excitement. He squeezed harder on her throbbing clit, sticking his tongue as deep into her shit-hole as it would go as a powerful orgasm swept through her lovely body. Removing his tongue from her hole, he pushed her sex-stunned body forward. “Okay, baby. Now for the real thing,” he said lustily.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

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My first story ever, titled Sherry, Shelly, Carla and Mom, was not as well received as I had hoped. I accurately described an old girlfriend and the sex we had in the first chapter, and people complained about the fact that I have an unusually large penis, and that Sherry had 36 DD tits.

The one complaint I took to heart, was that the premise of the story was my character knocking people up. Only not everyone got knocked up!

This story corrects that glaring deficiency.

***

Sherry’s little boy was just as cute as could be. And she was relieved. Two miscarriages had left her with little hope.

But now he was a healthy 3 month old, suckling at Sherry’s ample breast as she sat smiling on my couch.

“He’s wonderful, Sherry.” I said.

I was so happy for her. I knew this was what she had wanted more than anything.

“Ronnie, I have a favor to ask. A big favor.” she said, pulling a small package from her purse.

“I’d like you to take this DNA test. I’m almost certain he’s yours, but I just need to know for sure.”

I took the kit from her hand and nodded.

“No matter what it tells me, I promise you my husband will never know.”

She finished feeding our little boy and laid him in his carrier to sleep.

“Did you save any of that for me?”

“Of course I did, you weirdo!” she laughed and fed the rubbery nipple of her other breast in to my mouth. Sherry’s sweet milk began to flow.

The baby slept peacefully as the rest of our clothing fell to the floor.

“I think I’m fertile again.” she whispered in my ear as my big fat dick began to slide deep in to her silky wet vagina. Bare.

The test confirmed what we both already knew. Sherry, my sweet lover of many years, had given birth to my baby boy.

***

Zell and Carla sat at the kitchen table, planning Carla’s wedding.

Or rather Zell sat at the kitchen table planning Carla’s wedding.

It irritated Zell no end when Carla zoned out in to one of her daydreams when there was work to be done. Zell snapped her fingers twice.

“Snap out of it Carla”

Carla looked surprised, but thoughtful. “Sherry had a boy.”

Zell knew Sherry was my long term lover, but she hadn’t really been aware she was pregnant.

“Mom, don’t you think it’s kinda weird how all of Ronnie’s kids are boys?”

And Carla didn’t even know that both her oldest sister’s boys were mine too. She only knew of Shelly’s two and Sherry’s one, and that seemed like a lot.

“I want a boy.” she said and fell back in to her daydream.

“She wants a boy” Zell thought silently to herself. She’s just now 21 years old. She had no idea what it was like to want a boy.

Zell was 44 now. She knew. She knew what it was like to want a son, to burn inside for a son. But her time had passed. 4 kids, 4 girls.

Her husband seemed incapable of producing boys.

“Ronnie seems incapable of producing anything BUT boys.” She thought.

How depressing. Her tubal ligation just sealed her fate all the more. Her husband had been impotent for years now anyway.

A thought began to grow in Zell’s mind. About a minute later, that wonderful thought was fully formed.

The next morning, after her husband left for work, Zell picked up her phone and dialed the number she had looked up on the internet the night before.

“Yes, I’d like to make an appointment to see the doctor?”

“Yes ma’am,. We’ve had a cancellation this afternoon, would that work for you?”

“Yes, thank you very much.”

“Your name?”

“Griselda Jenkins”

“And what would you like to see the doctor about?”

“I’d like to have my tubal ligation reversed.”

***

8 AM is not a good time to knock on my door. I don’t wake up well, and you can bet if I’ve been in the shower at all, I haven’t been out long.

This morning at 8 AM I had just started to towel off when the knocking came. I thought I’d ignore it, but whoever it was was persistent.

I looked through the side window that had a view of my front porch.

Oh great. Carla. casino siteleri Without her mom.

I had fucked Carla a few times over the last couple of years.

She was a beautiful young woman, and had only gotten more beautiful.

But her mom and I were great friends, with benefits I might add, and we had a deal. Don’t fuck Carla unless her mom brings her over. Which she did every few months.

It’s not that I didn’t enjoy sex with Carla, quite the opposite. Carla was a fantastic fuck. She was hot, tight, and beautiful. She could swallow my entire dick with ease. And she could go for hours.

But she was a bit clingy, and I knew, as did her mom, that Carla had a burning desire to get pregnant.

I had actually been relieved to make a pact with her mother.

She knocked again. Louder.

Finally, I pulled the door open. Carla burst in to the room and snatched the towel off my waist.

“Fuck me!” she exclaimed and started to drag me to the bedroom.

“Hi Carla, nice to see you too, Where’s your mom?”

Carla knew the deal. And she knew I would honor it. She had tried this before.

“Mom’s planning my wedding. Since she isn’t too interested in what I think about it, I figured I’d just let her roll.”

I vaguely recalled hearing of her engagement, though I didn’t realize it was this soon.

“Look, I’m 21 now. I know you have a deal with mom. But I’m getting married Saturday to an annoying little twerp with a tiny dick. I need you to fuck my brains out every day this week.”

“Well if you don’t mind my asking, why are you marrying him then?”

It turns out she did mind my asking. I found out later that they had been dating off and on since Carla was an awkward, and not quite so pretty, teenager.

And his family had LOTS of money.

“That doesn’t matter. The only thing my getting married changes between me and you is I don’t need mom’s permission any more.”

I was weakening. She sensed it. She gently wrapped her arms around me and leaned against my naked body.

At 4 foot 11, the top of her head came up to just below my collar bones. I held her close for a minute, before she spoke again.

“The date is set so I’m fertile on our wedding night. I should ovulate tomorrow or the next day. I want to walk up the aisle with your sperm in my belly, not his.”

Her tiny hand encircled my rapidly stiffening shaft. I leaned down just as she reached up and our lips met. The kiss was hot and wet, as it always was.

She pulled away and took my hand, pulling me toward the bedroom.

I can clearly remember the first time the thick bulb of my penis entered her.

So tight, so wet, so velvety smooth.

All the times after that were the same, yet they were all unique.

This time I pushed the head against her opening and her inner labia snapped over my knob with a loud popping noise. Just like it always did.

And just like it always did, the thick base of my cock bulged, sometimes once, sometimes twice, but always releasing a thick glob of my rich potent sperm in to her firm flat belly.

This time, there were three. My sperm began to spread out inside the young bride to be. The restraints were off. This time I knew I would be getting her pregnant.

I lowered my weight on to her and felt her firm pointy breasts press in to my chest.

Still perky as ever, but 3 years after I had first seen them, they had expanded to a solid C cup. On a 4’11” inch woman, that looks huge!

Her taut firm ass had also expanded, from what I had thought was a perfect bubble in to what I KNEW was a perfect bubble.

And now her ankles were resting on my shoulders as my thick meaty rod plunged deep in to that succulent bubble.

“Such a beautiful bride she’ll be.” I thought as I worked my dick furiously in and out of her tight wet slit. I knew what waited at the bottom of her velvety hole. The last few inches of Carla’s vagina were capable of crushing the blood from the head of a man’s penis, if a man were well enough endowed to drive his dick in to that tight little body deep enough.

And I was plenty well endowed.

But I had to wait. Just a few seconds slot oyna in that tight velvety grip was enough to make me blow my load. And I hadn’t had nearly enough of this delicious young bride’s pussy yet.

Three hours later, I jammed the head of my cock deep in to the bottom of Carla’s vagina and savored the sensation of her velvet grip crushing my thick bulbous glans.

For the third time today, my long thick rod began to pulse and throb wildly.

Thick jets of my rich potent sperm splashed against the beautiful bride to be’s cervix and penetrated through to her womb.

“Mmmmmmmmm get me pregnant.” she moaned softly in my ear.

***

“I can’t make it this week, I’ve got to go in for a minor surgery. I’ll come around as soon as things settle down from the wedding.”

I was actually slightly relieved to hear it. I didn’t want to explain how her daughter had just about worn the skin off my dick.

***

Carla looked stunning in her wedding dress. No, stunning does not adequately describe it. It is said a woman looks her best on her wedding day, and Carla definitely looked her best.

Carla had a lot of natural beauty to begin with, and the groom’s family had more than enough money to hire the most skilled artisans to prepare every detail, Including Carla herself.

She had arrived at the church to prepare at 8 AM.

She’d have arrived sooner, but at 7:45 am, I was just beginning to ejaculate deep in to her fertile belly.

Such a beautiful ceremony. They had written their own vows, and even though I had long known that Carla wasn’t terribly articulate, they were very touching.

Her mother and sisters looked absolutely radiant in their exquisitely fitted gowns.

I almost cried when I saw Carla begin her walk up the aisle.

I knew her womb was teeming with my sperm.

I shouldn’t have hung around for the reception.

This was soooo wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. Carla had led me to an isolated storage room off the back of the church.

She located an old chair and bent over it, throwing the back of her beautiful white dress up over her waist, exposing her taut smooth buttocks to me.

“Fuck me!” she whispered. I was already lining the head of my cock up on her tiny slit.

“Uhhhmmm” she moaned as I entered her.

It was oddly surreal, the bride bent over a chair, wedding dress hiked up over her back, thrusting my big fat dick smoothly in and out of her tight wet pussy while the groom drank and danced with the rest of the guests.

Quickly I felt my semen beginning to boil over.

“Hurry! Cum inside me!” she whispered harshly as the thick base of my rod began to bulge. I felt the first hot jet of my thick potent sperm burst from the head of my dick and splatter against her cervix.

I wondered how the groom would feel if he walked in and saw us now, my thick meaty cock pulsing and throbbing as I quietly blew my load deep inside his beautiful young bride.

I made a hasty exit, stopping only to say goodbye to Zell, and give Shelly a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.

Carla made sure he got drunk. Drunk enough to not notice her pussy was stretched and soaked with another man’s sperm. But not so drunk he couldn’t get it up.

When he stuck his pitiful little weenie in her that night, it took him all of a minute to blow his tiny wad.

He was already too late, Mere minutes after she had said “I do”, my thick juicy prick had packed her womb full of my rich potent sperm. Her egg had been bathed in it for hours. One had already penetrated. My baby was growing inside her.

***

When I opened the door, I could see Zell’s breasts were fully engorged. Tiny dots of moisture showed where her milk had begun to leak through her bra and shirt. It had been a very long time indeed since she had let me drink her sweet warm milk, and then only a little. She must have had something very special in mind for me today!

She took me in her arms and kissed me tenderly. We both fell easily in to the roles we had come to know so well.

“Mmmmmm mom.” I moaned in her ear as I reached up the back of her shirt and unsnapped her bra.

“That’s my canlı casino siteleri sweet boy” she moaned right back, lifting her shirt and bra over her head to let her firm G cup tits fall free. Milk had begun to drip from both nipples.

Mom pulled me down to the couch and put one of the throw pillows on her lap.

“Put your head right here sweet boy, it’s time for mommy to feed you.”

I did as a was told. She fed a nipple in to my mouth.

I began to suckle at her breast.

Warm sweet milk flowed in to my mouth as I eagerly drained her breasts of their heavy burden. I felt as if I had drunk enough of her milk to live for a week!

“Let’s go lay down son. Mommy has lots more surprises for you!”

Soon I was sinking my long thick rod deep in to mom’s belly.

It had been such a long, slow, romantic fuck with mom. Her big firm tits were pressing against my chest, her strong smooth arms and legs wrapped around my back. Mom was writhing beneath me, my penis fully embedded in her silky wet vagina, a thin film of sweat causing our bodies to slip and slide deliciously over one another.

Mom gently licked and kissed my ear.

“Mommy has a special treat for her baby boy today.” she said tenderly in to my ear.

“Remember Mommy had a little operation last month baby?”

I nodded my head and continued to thrust my big fat dick in to her warm wet pussy.

“Mommy had her tubes put back together, and now there’s an egg waiting in Mommy’s tummy for her sweet boy’s sperm.”

Instantly my cock became almost painfully hard. I very nearly blew my load right then. “Oh Mommy, Mommy are you sure you want me to shoot my sperm in you? What will Daddy say if I get you pregnant?”

Mom knew I was right on the edge, and how to send me over it. She reached down and began to lightly stroke my balls.

“Cum inside Mommy sweetie. Mommy’s egg is waiting for her baby boy’s sperm. Get Mommy pregnant.”

I realized that I had slammed my thick meaty rod in to her all the way and froze.

I felt the base of my cock throbbing. Rope after rope of my hot thick sperm burst from the slit in the head of my dick and splashed in to mom’s fertile belly.

“Mmmmmm shoot that sperm for me, that’s my sweet boy. Get mommy pregnant.”

I continued to pulse and throb deep inside mom’s belly, holding it in to make sure I packed my sperm in to her womb as deep as I could.

***

Epilogue

Three years later, and Zell’s baby boy was walking and talking. She was a busy woman these days!

Half the time she was also watching Carla’s twin boys while she and her husband went off some place or another.

“I feel so guilty that I can’t get by very often to take care of your needs.”

I told her not to worry too much about it, Sherry still came by every Thursday.

I didn’t tell her that Shelly and Carla had both been coming around a couple times a month each.

So while I’d have certainly loved more sex, I was getting more than most guys.

I had almost forgotten how to jerk off, if it came down to it, I’m sure it’s like riding a bike.

“But still, I feel bad. I know you have needs. Don’t worry though, Zell always has a plan!”

She definitely always had a plan. And a plan B to back up plan A. Zell was a very thorough woman. I was clearly intrigued.

“And what kind of a plan do you have?” I asked, trying hard not to look too eager. I didn’t fool her a bit.

“Weeeellllllll.”

“Well what!”

Zell laughed her merry little laugh, seeing how she had totally figured me out.

“My daughter Amy turned 18 today.”

Three months later, a little bulge was just beginning to show in Amy’s firm flat belly.

END

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Jessica Harris, Charlottesville High School’s Assistant Principal, is not surprised when Lupita Lloyd, a university senior working as a student-teacher, flirts with the class; it’s a behavior a woman as ravishing as Lupita would have learned during her lifetime. Nonetheless, it needs to be addressed and she asks Natalie and Sandy to counsel Lupita; Jessica figures Lupita will relate to these beautiful young women.

For those just joining us, in Chapter 1 Nina and Richard seduced Natalie Bettis, their buxom blonde math teacher. In Chapter 2 Vivian and Ralph bedded Sandy Wright, their sociology teacher. In Chapter 3 we learned how Natalie and Sandy spent their time when their student-lovers are out of town.

As always, all story characters involved in sexual activities are 18 years of age or older.

* * * *

Vivian and Ralph dragged their well-fucked bodies home late that night. At breakfast the next morning Sandy swore me to secrecy and explained the three rules designed to keep the affair private. I pledged to obey them; they made so much sense I contemplated how to raise them with Nina and Richard without blowing Sandy’s cover.

It turned out not to be an issue. When I got home from the gym Sunday afternoon I found Nina in my apartment. She asked where I’d been Saturday night; why hadn’t I responded to her text? The question was casual and I’d prepared a lie, but something about Nina made it impossible for me to dissemble and my carefully rehearsed explanation came out a jumbled mess. She wasn’t suspicious when she asked the question; she was by the time I finished my answer.

Nina went into full dominant mode and I slid into the submissive. She tied me to my bed, planted a butt plug into my ass, using a dildo brought me to the edge of orgasm, stopped, did it again, then again. I confessed everything. When Richard appeared an hour later I pulled my head from Nina’s sweet strawberry snatch and confessed it all over again.

* * * *

Fondling my breasts I stood at my classroom window the next day watching Nina and Richard talk to Vivian and Ralph. They entered the building and ten minutes later I received a text from Sandy inviting me for dinner. That night, over a couple of pizza, two happy threesomes became one happy sixsome. Vivian and Ralph explained the rules; I accepted Sandy’s invitation to move in with her.

* * * *

A week later I felt some trepidation when Jessica Harris asked me to join her and Sandy in her office after school. Had we’d been discovered? But Ms. Harris’ demeanor was friendly, she’d said she needed a favor, and she wouldn’t be the person responsible for disciplining two sexually expansive members of the faculty. That, and a positive text from Sandy, reassured me.

After greeting us at her door Jessica sat behind her meticulous desk. After a few minutes of small talk she got to the point.

“I’d like you two to mentor Lupita Lloyd. She’s working with Barbara Palvin now. Barbara’s an exemplary classroom teacher and Lupita’s learning a lot, but I have some other concerns.”

The request was unusual, I taught math, Sandy sociology. Lupita intended to be a history

teacher, which was Barbara’s field.

Sandy asked, “Can you be more specific?”

“Lupita is very smart, makes an excellent presentation, and prepares harder than any student-teacher I’ve known. She’s a wonderful candidate for the faculty here, or anyplace else. However, while her general presentation is dignified and reserved, in the classroom sometimes she flirts with the students, not a lot, but some.” Ms. Harris stopped, considering how to say what came next, “I’m sure it comes naturally to her. She’s a beautiful young woman, she’s spent a lifetime dealing with people that way.”

Lupita was stunning. Born in Nigeria, she had a strikingly dark complexion and was built like a model: five feet five, 110, maybe 115 pounds, slim shoulders and hips, flat belly, small breasts and butt cheeks. She kept her hair cropped short, which emphasized her slender face, high cheek bones, intelligent dark brown eyes, and radiant smile.

“What can we do to help?” I asked.

Ms. Harris twirled a pen in her hand, then continued. “I asked Ms. Pavlin to talk to her about it, but it’s not helping. The problem may be generational. Barbara’s in her seventies. For Lupita it must be like being lectured by her grandmother about the good old days. It’s not relevant. This is where we come to the politically incorrect, this conversation never took place, part. I think Lupita will more readily identify with you two, you’re both young and beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“You need to understand, this is a request, not a demand. It would mean extra work, but Lupita’s an exceptional candidate, I really want to find a way to get to her.”

I’d had several dealings with Lupita; I liked her.

“You can count me in.”

Sandy chimed in, “Me too.”

* * * *

The next day Sandy and I sat in on one of Lupita’s classes. As advertised, she was good. In control, illegal bahis throughly prepared, engaged with the class. Still, there was an unmistakable, almost palpable, sexual energy present. The students noticed that their teacher was a fox; their sexual interest in her was manifest. And despite her regal facade Lupita seemed to bask in the attention, giving off her own sexual aura; you couldn’t help but feel it. There wasn’t that much flirting, but what there was accentuated by the sexually charged atmosphere.

Sandy and I decided to meet Lupita away from the school, a place less formal, less inhibited, and so asked her to dinner at a fashionable downtown spot. Sandy wore a halter dress showing plenty of leg. I wore tight jeans and a white shirt, unbuttoned enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. Lupita wore a conservative short sleeve dress with an African design. When we arrived she scanned our clothes, noticed we’d dressed to show off.

We chit-chatted over drinks, the waiter took our orders, and we turned to the task at hand. Sandy said, “Jessica Harris asked us to work with you, to be additional mentors.”

Lupita took a sip of her drink and, cooly looking at us over her glass, said, “And what did you conclude? Do I flirt?”

Intelligent woman I thought, she’d got right to the point and put us on the defensive. Sandy and I, however, had prepared for this question.

I said, “We’d been told about it, and yes, there is some, but not a lot. What struck us is that the entire class, including you, give off a definite sexual vibe. It’s what makes the flirting noticeable.”

Sandy joined in before Lupita could respond. “Which is certainly understandable, all those scrumptious young men and women eager and ready to go. They’re all thinking about sex, heck you can smell the testosterone and estrogen. Then someone like you walks in, fricking gorgeous, and it goes into mega-drive.”

Lupita studied our faces; this was something she hadn’t expected to hear.

My turn. “Let’s face it, when I’m standing in front of a class a dozen guys and a few gals – sexual preference has become so fluid – are imagining me with my clothes off, thinking,” I nodded at my exposed cleavage, “about the girls here. When Sandy walks down the hall every boy and most of the girls’ eyes are on her butt. What are we supposed to do, pretend its not real, ignore it? A girl likes to be admired and I don’t go to the gym every day so I won’t be noticed. Yeah it’s a turn-on.”

Lupita said, “This is not the lecture I expected,” then added, with a smile, “and I’m sure its more than a dozen.”

“Thank you. The school board likes to pretend they’re all virgins, but those kids are thinking about sex all the time, they sexualize each other, they sexualize us, and most are screwing like bunnies or wishing they were. And let’s face it, we’re not much older then they are. If I was living another life and met some of these kids on a beach vacation, who knows what would happen.”

Lupita, still careful, asked, “So what do you do about it?”

Sandy said, “Why don’t you sit in one of mine and one of Natalie’s classes tomorrow. Observe us, get an unbiased view. We’ll get together after school and talk.”

We finished our drinks, ate dinner, split a dessert over coffee. We laughed, discussed the hunkier boys, the sexier girls. Lupita displayed a definite preference for the strong assertive type, with a little naughty streak.

* * * *

The next day Sandy and I got to the coffee shop a few minutes early. Tao Okamata, the school’s art teacher, had posted a notice that Marisa Hopper, one of her students, had several pieces on display. They were good, and sensual.

Lupita, joining us in while we were standing in line, said, “You guys are amazing. During your classes I kept thinking about dinner last night. You know all those good looking young hard-bodies are staring at you, fantasizing about you, but show no sign you’re aware of it. And you’ve got the class completely under control. What’s your secret?”

Here goes nothing.

“Well,” I said, “so many of these kids are immature, lack good judgment, some lack any judgment. If you flirt or respond to all that sexual energy, they notice, heck, it’s already ninety-nine per cent of what they’re thinking about. Some kid will misunderstand what is going on, say or do something stupid. The school is a rumor mill, whatever happens, or is imagined, spreads instantly.”

Lupita said, “Yes, I understand the problem, but I don’t see a solution. If we all agree that the sexual energy is there, almost tangible, that it’s a turn-on, how do you ignore it? Do you suppress it?”

Sandy answered. “No, you can’t, or at least we can’t completely muzzle it. It would inevitably come out. Instead you redirect it, identify the mature kids, build relationships with them. They are also the class leaders, so they can help you control the classroom.”

Carefully, Lupita said, “What do you mean, ‘relationships?'”

Sandy said, “Let’s just say you identify some illegal bahis siteleri kids around whom can be yourself, let down your hair.”

Lupita said, “I see. How do I meet these leaders?”

* * * *

The next day I arranged the pile of books on my desk to signal to the kids that we needed to get together. While watching the last school bus pull away I undid my hair, letting it fall loose past my shoulders, unbuttoned my jacket, revealing a tight white scoop-top tee-shirt and sheer bra, undid several clasps on my navy blue skirt, creating a long slit, and put on the five inch heels I kept in a desk drawer. I sat at my desk grading papers; if someone unexpected arrived I’d re-button the jacket, kick off the shoes, not exploit the slit.

But, happily, it was Ralph and Richard who opened my door.

I walked toward them. My erect nipples were visible; my leg snaked from my slit; their happy eyes celebrated my form.

“How are my favorite boys?”

Ralph said, “Real well,” and brought his head to mine. Ours was a long sweet kiss; I loved the taste of his mouth, the passion of his tongue and lips. His hand slipped inside my jacket to my breasts. I turned to Ralph, kissed him; in all ways he was his friend’s equal.

“Can we get together tonight?”

“Yeah, how ’bout six.”

“How about earlier, I need to be fucked.”

“We’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

* * * *

Sandy and I had discussed having the serious conversation before the fucking, but things being what they were, we couldn’t wait. Afterwards we cuddled in the living room, comfortably naked with each other. Sandy and I sat on the couch, our legs draped across each other.

Sandy said, “Natalie and I have been asked to mentor Lupita Lloyd.”

Eight eyes perked up at the mention of that name.

“We think she may be a candidate for membership in our club. Can you guys rustle up a couple of discreet students? We’re looking for the strong, assertive type, with a little naughty streak.”

Sandy and Vivian looked at each other, started laughing.

Vivian said, “You think they would?”

Nina said, “I know they would.”

Vivian said, “You sure.”

Nina said, “Yep.”

Richard chimed in, “Would you let us in on the joke.”

Nina said, “No joke. Brent and Cindy Buston.”

Richard said, “What? They’re brother and sister.”

Ralph said, “My god, you don’t mean.”

Nina said, “I mean. They’ve been fucking each other, and me, for months. Haven’t you ever wondered why they don’t date, why they hang out with each other all the time?”

Vivian, her body resting against Ralph, said, “My Dad knows a guy who raises horses south of town. I have a key to his place. When he goes out of town on the weekends I go down there, tend to the horses, go riding. The property adjoins Three Rivers junction. The Ecology Club has been talking about cleaning up a local river, Brent’s president, I’m vice-president. We could put together three groups; one teacher and two students, who could ride up each stream to figure out if it needed attention. Could you convince Ms. Lloyd to come?”

I said, “I don’t think that will be a problem.”

* * * *

Lupita, Sandy, and I found the horse farm without any trouble; Vivian’s directions were spot-on. Vivian and Ralph, Nina and Richard, were already there. Brent and Cindy pulled in right behind us.

Brent, six feet tall, blonde and beautiful, was an all-state swimmer. It showed in his build; his body was triangular: broad shoulders, long torso, flat abs, thin waist, and powerful slender legs. His sister, a couple of inches shorter, shared his athletic ability, she starred on the basketball team, and build: wide shoulders, slim waist, narrow hips. Her brown-blonde shoulder length hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Both wore jeans and boots. Brent had on a red tee-shirt, Cindy a sports bra that held her “C” breasts in place.

We deposited our bags in the rambling farm house, then walked past the swimming pool and hot tub to the stables. Vivian had readied the horses and prepared picnic lunches. Lupita was a bit of hesitant – she had little experience riding – but Vivian assured her the horse was trained and that Brent and Cindy knew what they were doing. All nine of us rode across the pasture’s rolling hills into the forest, coming out where Morgan Creek emptied into the Yee River. Nina, Richard, and I headed down the Yee, Vivian, Ralph, and Sandy went upstream. Cindy, Brent, and Lupita cantered up Morgan Creek.

* * * *

After an hour Cindy, Brent, and Lupita came to a bend in the creek where the water slowed and deepened around a sandbar. It was a bucolic spot and Cindy suggested lunch. Cindy and Brent climbed down, then helped Lupita dismount. Cindy secured the horses while Brent and Lupita spread a blanket on a shady moss-covered spot and unpacked the picnic lunch: chicken salad, fennel-cabbage slaw, and water.

After they finished eating Brent said, “I guess we should turn around. Morgan Creek canlı bahis siteleri has been near pristine; not a candidate for a clean-up crew.”

“It’s been beautiful,” Lupita agreed, “Thank you for inviting me, and let’s remember to thank Vivian for the lunch. It was delicious.”

Cindy pulling the tie from her ponytail, lay down, her head resting on her brother’s thigh, her hair fanned out behind her. “If no one minds I’d like to hang a bit longer. It’s beautiful and the horses could use the rest.”

Brent, who was playing with his sister’s hand, looked to Lupita, “Is that okay?”

“Yes, I have no plans.”

Cindy rolled to her side, looking at the creek. Brent let go of her hand and stroked her hair. Cindy cooed happily.

“I could take a lesson from you two,” Lupita said, “My brother and I fought all the time, still do. You guys seem like best friends.”

Cindy sat up, shook her head, her hair bouncing about, and leaned against her brother. “That’s because Brent does whatever I tell him. Don’t you babe.”

“Pretty much,” he said.

“Good, because that water looks too good to waste, let’s go swimming.”

Brent replied, “We don’t want to ride back in wet clothes.”

Cindy stood, reached behind herself, and undid her top. “Who said anything about clothes?” She pushed her jeans over her hips, stepped out of them – she’d already discarded her boots – and headed for the water. “C’mon bro’.”

Brent looked to Lupita. “Do you mind?”

Lupita said, “No. I’ve been skinny-dipping.”

Brent stood and pulled off his shorts and pants. He clearly had no objection to being seen and Lupita, who’d been admiring his body all day, accommodated him, scanning his powerful physique. However, it was when he pulled off his underpants that she caught her breath. It was huge; even soft it was six or seven inches long. The shaft was dark brown and the uncircumcised head tinged red although, as she watched, the veins running down its side brightened and distended. Blood was being pumped into it; the head started turning purple.

Brent, seemingly oblivious to her gaze, said, “Care to join us?”

Her eyes returned to his face and his winning smile. She was tempted, but she still wasn’t sure what was going on. She recalled Natalie and Sandy’s advice, take your time.

“No, but thank you. For the moment I think I’ll enjoy the shade.”

He turned to the water, signaled Lupita’s decision to his sister with a shrug of his shoulders, and started in her direction. Lupita, leaning against the tree, watched them, her eyes drinking in their magnificent forms. What kind of lovers would they be?

She’d been turned on when she got out of bed that morning, sure that Natalie and Sandy had something wonderful planned. Then she’d learned what they said about horses was true. The gentle rocking, the leather saddle pressing against her sex; her pussy had been swollen and her cunt damp long before Brent and Cindy stripped. Now she was staring at two lovely young bodies who epitomized the eager young unbridled sexuality that turned her on whenever she walked into a classroom. She thought again about joining them in the water, but Sandy and Natalie had insisted that discretion was paramount. She would let the action come to her.

As she watched Brent and Cindy, she recalled her confusion when she’d been paired with them. They fit the description of the students recommended by Sandy and Natalie, mature and discreet, but they were brother and sister. Now, watching the hungry way Cindy looked at Brent, it was clear they were no ordinary brother and sister. Lupita would take Natalie and Sandy’s advice, she’d bide her time, let events unfold.

Brent swam up river, slicing through the water, his form graceful. He stopped, turned back to his sister. She waited, arms folded across her ample chest; he disappeared under the water and she went sailing backwards. Brent had flipped her ankles. She emerged from the water, took hold of her brother’s arms, and they wrestled, their well-defined muscles evident, until he tripped and fell into the water. Then he stood, laughing; they held each other, her breasts pressed to his chest. His penis hung down, semi-erect. She reached for it, turned her head, their lips met. Her tongue slipped into his mouth.

Then Cindy shoved him and took off running. He came after her, caught her on the sand bar, scooped her up in his arms, carried her to the middle of the creek, gave her a long sexy kiss, and dropped her in. She emerged from the water cackling in delight, one hand round his waist. The other grasped his dick. He hardened in her hand. They motioned Lupita to join them.

It seemed like time. Lupita shouted, “Promise not to throw me in the water.”

“Promise.”

Lupita stripped and for the next fifteen minutes the three of them enjoyed the water, becoming accustomed to each other’s naked bodies. Finally it was Cindy, holding Brent’s hand, who said she’d had enough. They returned to the blanket and Brent lay down, a woman on either side, her head resting on his outstretched arm. Time slowed; the air was fresh, the sound of the creek merged with the wind in the leaves and songs of the birds. Brent’s body was firm. Lupita moved closer to him, lay her ankle on his, said, “This is nice.”

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I’d been away for a week doing business interstate. By a stroke of luck one of the people I’d been meeting was flying to my home town and offered me a lift in his plane. I wasn’t going to say no. I’d be arriving home two days early and the trip would take half the time of a commercial flight.

I arrived home around midnight on Friday night. The play was in a lights out mode which was to be expected. I went very quietly down to my bedroom, planning to go straight to bed.

A little surprise. There was a sweet young thing dead to the world in my bed. Now while I have no objection to having a sweet young thing in my bed I must say I would feel easier in my mind if I’d actually put her there. (She wasn’t there in place of my wife, by the way. I no longer have a wife due to certain unfortunate circumstances.)

I decided that maybe I’d better bed down on the couch rather than disturb my unexpected guest. (I was assuming that the spare room was probably occupied. A quiet glance in as I went past showed that there was someone in the spare bed.)

Turning on the light in the front room I found that the couch was occupied. So was the large armchair, with someone small curled up in it. I tossed a glance in my daughter’s room, finding that yes, both her bed and the lower bunk were occupied. What had she been up to I wondered? A sleepover for all her friends?

I went back to my bedroom and contemplated the young lady therein. I have a king-size bed. The young lady didn’t take up much room. I could probably sleep on the other side of the bed and she’d never know. At least, she’d never know as long as I woke up first and got out of bed.

I turned on the reading light directly over the young lady, hoping to identify her. I was fortunate, as I knew her well. She was Julie, a long time friend of my daughter. Also, she was the same age as my daughter, eighteen. I didn’t mind being caught in bed with an eighteen year old. Damned if I was going to get caught with someone underage.

I stripped down to my underwear and slipped into the other side of the bed. Normally I sleep nude but I thought I’d better have some regard for Julie’s sensibilities. Being completely buggered I zonked right off.

I did wake up first. A lot of good that did me. Julie had migrated during the night and was smuggled up next to me, my arm curled around her waist, hand on her tummy. I had just happened to notice when I got in bed that Julie had stripped down to a loose top and panties when she went to bed. For her personal comfort, I suppose, and not for fear of offending my delicate sensibilities. Whatever the reason, her top had ridden up and my hand was on her bare flesh, which I found to be soft, warm, and silky.

Something that wasn’t soft was the morning wood I was sporting, and it was pressing firmly against the small of her back. I must have eased its position while still sleeping because it was standing tall, flat against my stomach.

I was considering ways of delicately extracting myself from this situation when Julie stirred, rubbed her bottom against me and yawned. She also promptly stiffened when she found that she was sharing the bed.

This was my cue to start tracing small circles on her tummy with the flat of my hand.

“Good morning, Julie,” I said softly. “Ah, may I ask what you’re doing in my bed this nice fine morning?”

“Mr Enson,” she said with a shocked gasp. “What are you doing here?”

“Um, I believe that’s the same question I just asked you,” I pointed out, my hand still rubbing those lazy circles on her tummy. It was possible that the circles were now a little larger than when I’d started.

“You’re not supposed to be home, Mr Enson,” Julie half wailed. “You must have seen me in bed. Why’d you get in with me?”

“Please, call me John. It’s seems more fitting now that we’ve slept together.”

“We have not spelt together, John,” snapped Julie, giving a rather nasty emphasis on my name.

“Unfortunately, we have. I say unfortunately because that’s all we did, sleep.”

“Very funny. You still haven’t explained how you had the gall to get into bed with me.”

“I casino siteleri didn’t have much choice,” I explained. “Every available sleeping surface seemed to be occupied by young ladies. Did you all have a monumental drunk last night? There’re unconscious young women all through the house.”

That got a giggle and a protest.

“No. We all stayed overnight because we’re all going out this morning. It seemed easier if we were all together. Then we wouldn’t have to worry about anyone being late.”

For some reason the sweep of my circling hand was getting wider. I could feel the edge of her breast at the top end of the circle and the edge of her panties at the other. It was about that stage that Julie registered something pressing against her back and guessed what it was. She gave a little gasp and tried to put a bit of space between us. I let her go, but tugged slightly on her hip to have her lying on her back.

With her on her back it was a lot easier to keep rubbing her tummy. I was back to rubbing my hand around in small circles but those circles were slowly travelling around. Her breathing was just a little harder but it stopped completely for a moment when one of those little circles had a nice soft breast under it.

“Um, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Just rubbing your tummy,” I pointed out.

“Ah, that’s not exactly my tummy,” came the unsteady reply as my wandering hand glided over her panties (not stopping) and down her leg.

“You’re right,” I conceded, rubbing down one inner thigh before switching over and moving up the other. Once again my hand slipped over her panties, now rubbing her tummy again.

“Is this better?”

Probably not as I was now brushing against her breasts. Somehow or other her top got caught on my hand, resulting in it being brushed up and over her breasts.

“Not really?” she muttered. “Perhaps you should stop.”

Hand came flowing down away from her breasts, heading towards those panties. Just before I reached them she gave a quick direction.

“Not on my panties,” she said firmly, and then gave a little squeak when I did as told.

“Not under my panties, either,” she said hurriedly.

“Make up your mind,” I murmured. “This’ll probably help.”

I slid her panties down a little.

“There. Now you needn’t worry about them.”

At this stage my hand was scratching lightly over a small tuft of fur. She hastily grabbed at the trespassing hand.

“You can’t do that and you know it.”

I twisted my hand and caught hers.

“I can do that. I just did it. You won’t find me complaining if you touch me like that.”

I moved her hand and left it resting against my erection. I’d already anticipated her requirements and had pushed my own underpants down, freeing up my equipment. She gave a small jump when she found her hand pressed against my cock but didn’t say anything. My hand wandered back to her tummy, this time sweeping back up to her breasts. Her hand, I noted with interest, stayed where I’d placed it. She wasn’t actually closing her hand around my cock but she was resting her hand on it.

My hand trailed across her breasts, pausing to let me roll her nipples around then slipping back down. Finally I slipped my hand across her mons, following the curve until my hand was neatly cupping her mound. I started gently rubbing back and forth, the heel of my hand pressing firmly against her mons, pressing it down against her pubic bone.

Julie’s response to this assault upon her pussy was gratifying. She pressed up against my hand and her own hand finally closed, claiming my erection as her prize.

She gave a gasp and a little shudder when my fingers dipped between her lips, exploring further. For a while we continued this way, her stroking and feeling out my erection while I raised havoc inside her, stroking and probing her soft, moist, flesh.

Julie was breathing a lot harder now. She whimpered slightly when my fingers started playing around the area of her clitoris, the touch so close to such a delicate area heightening the sensations assaulting her. She was caught in a bit of a slot oyna dilemma, wanting to both pull away and press harder against me. Unfortunately, this dilemma caused her some stress, resulting in her tensing up. I didn’t mind the tensing, but her hand was holding my cock rather tightly at the time. Not the most comfortable feeling.

I’m not saying that Julie was slow to think things through. I think it just hadn’t occurred to her that her best friend’s father would actually mean to seduce her. All of a sudden it seemed to register and a little bit of panic crept into her voice.

“Um, I’ve never, ah, that is I, ah, don’t, I mean you can’t,” she started babbling.

I pressed a finger lightly against her lips.

“If you’re trying to say you’re a virgin and you don’t do this sort of thing then save your breath. You’re not telling me anything new. There’s no rule that says you have to do more than what we’re currently doing. If you decide to go further then it’ll be your choice. Now stop worrying about it.”

To help her stop worrying I leaned over her and kissed her thoroughly. My arms went around her, holding her firmly against me, and then I rolled onto my back, taking her with me. Julie found herself lying flat on top of me, her legs straddling me, my erection just pressing lightly against her. I think her only objection was the exact position at which my cock was touching her.

“Why don’t you relax and sit up,” I suggested.

Without stopping to think it through she started to do that. She put her hands on my chest and started to push herself into a sitting position. She stopped awfully fast when she found she was pressing herself against my cock.

“Very funny,” she said, glaring at me. “I do that and you’re promptly raping me.”

“I don’t think it counts as rape if the girl throws herself upon the man,” I said, trying to sound as though I was considering the matter rather than laughing. “Like I said, it’ll be your choice. Are you going to sit up?”

She lay there, arms pressed against my chest, holding her slightly away from me, just enough away that her breasts were hanging free, lightly brushing against my chest. She was blushing, her pussy still pressing firmly against my cock. Unfortunately, not pressing firmly enough for me to enter.

“You’re never going to decide any younger,” I murmured, and her face seemed to blush even harder, despite the fact that she was glaring at me.

A look of resolution crossed her face and she took a deep breath. Then she continued to push herself up into a sitting position. Her lips happily yielded to the pressure of my cock and she started sliding onto me. Not very far on. Her hymen was there and it was willing to put up the resistance that her lips hadn’t.

Determined little thing. She bit her lip and pressed harder, wincing when her hymen gave and she started settling down onto my cock. Then she was looking triumphant and interested as she found herself sitting up straddling me, my erection firmly impaling her.

She wasn’t looking at me, seeming to be staring at nothing as she considered the new sensations going on inside her. She rocked slightly from side to side, getting a feel for what was happening. She was smiling smugly when she focused her gave back on me.

I nearly laughed as that smug look changed to one of shock.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “What have I done?”

“A very neat job,” I assured her. “Do you know how to twerk? That’s the next step.”

“You’re joking,” she said, blushing again. She was blushing so frequently that I wouldn’t have been surprised to see her faint from blood loss.

“Ah, no. I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of girls twerking. Now imagine those girls in your current position and what do you think they’re doing?”

From the look on her face she’d never considered that twerking was anything but a funny way of dancing. I imagine she’d even done a few twerks in her time. (Irritating thought. My daughter was eighteen. If I caught her twerking she wouldn’t live to nineteen. Daughters are different to other women.)

Embarrassed or not, she obviously felt she was committed. canlı casino siteleri She’d started this and she was going through with it. Her bottom twitched. It couldn’t be called a real twerk, but she did start moving on me. After that first tentative movement she took a deep breath and lifted herself up on my cock and then pushed firmly down again. Her look of interest deepened, and she was moving again, head cocked slightly to one side while she considered the strange sensations she was getting from moving around on my cock.

It wasn’t just her, even if she did think herself in control. Once she started moving I was moving with her. Pulling back slightly as she lifted, pushing in firmly to meet her as she sank back down. My hands cupped her breasts, holding them and playing with them as her bottom bounced up and down, her enthusiasm growing by the bounce.

Humbling though it is, I think she’d almost forgotten that I was there as a person. She was concentrating on the delicious feelings stealing over her as she bounced on me, her excitement rising as we progressed. With a little bit of work I was able to stop her from continuous acceleration, finding a nice (not too fast) rhythm and holding her to it.

I have to admit that I found the whole thing quite sensational as well. She was hot and tight, her natural lubricants enabling her to slip smoothly over my own heated flesh, her vaginal passage rubbing against the head of my cock as it moved back and forth in her passage, exciting me.

I took it for as long as I could stand it. Julie was getting over-excited, starting to try to hurry me along. She was giving tongue, soft, guttural, cries seeming to leak out of her throat as her excitement built. Time, I decided, to finish this.

I rolled over, taking her with me, carrying her under me. Her legs seemed to just rise of their own accord, wrapping around me, and I drove in hard.

By hard, I mean I really nailed her to the bed, my cock plunging into her before bouncing back and driving home again. Her soft little cries were starting to turn into much louder shrieks as I covered her mouth with mine. She clung to me, clutching tight with arms and legs while I continued to drive in, lifting her up, forcing her towards the heights.

She started shuddering, her internal muscles clenching and locking onto my shaft, and I jerked and throbbed, letting her have the seed she so badly wanted.

We just lay there afterwards, Julie’s head resting against me, my hand idly closed over one breast. We hadn’t been there too long before her phone started chiming. She scrambled across the bed to grab, apparently completely unaware that she was still dressed au natural. I just watched her, admiring the view.

“Oh, god, I’ve got to get ready,” she gasped, grabbing her bag and heading towards the en suite. “I’ll just have a quick shower and be out of the way. We’re all heading off very shortly. You,” she said very firmly, giving me a hard look, “will remain in here and out of sight until after we’ve gone. I’m not having the rest of them think we might have got up to something in here.”

With that she vanished into the en suite. I remained in the bed, slightly bemused. She came pattering out after a short shower, carelessly naked, and very quickly got dressed. She gave me a smile and vanished, and I heard her voice calling out to the others as she trotted down the corridor.

Not the usual ending to any little indiscretion I might have. I relaxed back and actually dozed off again. When I woke up for the second time the house was quiet. I showered and dressed and wandered out for some breakfast, finding the place deserted. I’m not sure how many young ladies had stayed the night but they’d sure made a mess of the kitchen. I had breakfast and tidied up.

Then I stripped my bed and bundled the sheets into the washing machine. My daughter is a fussy young madam at times. It would be just like her to want to change the sheets on my bed as someone else had been sleeping in it. I could imagine the scene if she found the stains that we’d left behind.

Knowing Julie, she’d come back to the house with my daughter after they returned from their little expedition. From what Julie had said, they’d be out all day. It seemed to me that it would be only polite to invite Julie to stay the night. I’m all for politeness and doing the right thing.

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Laura was an amazing woman, smart, sexy, beautiful, loving, caring, I couldn’t have asked for more and sitting on that white couch I was lost in my head thinking about many things, too many things, my life was rushing in front of me because I just couldn’t believe my luck.

It had been a month and a week since I first saw her picture on a website I was on, she only had one picture but she seemed lovely and very sexy, so I messaged her hoping she would reply.

A few minutes later she replied and so began a long conversation, we talked about the fact that she was 20 years older than me and how that was fine by me, she seemed a little tense at first, but soon we started to take a deep interest in one another.

The long deep conversations went on for a while and got steamy fast, it was clear the chemistry was off the roof and we were both very, very eager to give this a shot.

We finally met on a late Friday afternoon, I was waiting in front of Lorenzo’s, the restaurant I had booked for the occasion…well I wasn’t really right in front of it, more like on the other side of the road, in front of the bar we were supposed to meet at, I only told her we were actually having dinner after the brief 10 minutes that served as a “test”, which was successful, she seemed to enjoy my company enough.

She was quite surprised I would say, she wasn’t expecting a dinner, she probably expected something else because of my age but there she was, sitting in front of me, beautiful long blonde straight hair, blue eyes and a slight shyness shining through her otherwise confident mature beauty.

The dinner was great, we were very excited, even a bit nervous, but we smiled and laughed and talked about our past and our hopes, but I never thought she would actually invite me to her place, don’t get me wrong, she was extremely attractive, the wine and my skyroketing testosterone had me on fire but still I had to convince myself that that was actually happening.

We walked to her apartment building and I followed her through the door, as soon as we were through casino siteleri we started kissing and could hardly see anything as we kissed and touched all the way through the corridor and up the elevator to her apartment door, there I pushed her against the door with my body pressing against hers as she held my face in her hands and kissed me deeply.

When we went inside she reluctantly unlocked her hand from mine, saying “I’ll be back in a second” as she vanished through one of the doors, that actually hurt, that one last stare of her beautiful blue eyes already left a mark, I had to have her, I needed her from the bottom of my heart.

I sat on the white couch wondering how long I’d have to wait, but there she was coming out of the door again, I though she went in there to change, to “put on something more comfortable” but there she was wearing the same dress that showed just enough cleavage to still be classy.

She walked towards me, smiling, a bunch of toys in her hands, “these are for me” she reassured me sarcastically, “I must hope so” I replied, smiling back.

She put down her toys on the side table and sat down next to me, I quickly leaned in and met her lips with mine as she layed down on her back and I followed, running my hand up her leg, under her dress, grabbing her panties and taking them off.

She pulled down the top part of her dress revealing her very large, magnificent, round breasts and and I pulled up the bottom part of her dress just to come across the most beautiful trimmed pussy.

I squeezed her big milk juggs to find they were truly milk juggs, milk came out of her perfect nipples and I immediately looked into her eyes and kissed her lips, then her neck and then I started sucking the sweet milk out her breasts while playing with her pussy.

After I was fed, I kissed her again and moved down to eat her pussy, she was already wet as can be and I gladly licked all her lovely juices and started french kissing her clit, while my fingers went up inside her and pressed towards me, I continued unrelentless until slot oyna she came, squirting in my face.

Laura was growing more and more hungry for my cock, so after kissing me and giving me another of her pretty smiles she removed my pants and took my hard cock in her hand, then she put her amazing big tits on top and started jerking from underneath until she took it in her mouth and started sucking, staring into my eyes as her hands pressed her tits together…it was heaven, I almost wanted to come when she made me tittyfuck her harder, the sensation in my balls was amazing, and the view was breathtaking, it was incredibly hard not to shoot my load right there and then, but I resisted and after a couple deep kisses and detours on her breasts I was ready to penetrate her for the very first time.

She laid down and spread her legs wide, keeping her boobs together, looking their best, wanting to drive me crazy, I held my cock in my hand and pressed it against her wet gorgeous slit until it was deep inside.

I started fucking her, it felt wonderful, her pussy was surprisingly tight and made my cock so hard,

I leaned in and kissed her as my hips kept rolling in and out, then I buried my face in her neck and fucked her hard making her moan as she pulled me in, wanting more.

I stood up, temporarily pulling out and I pulled Laura up, we were holding hands and the time just froze for a moment as she smiled, we got closer and kissed passionately, then she took one of her toys, a thin pink vibrator, and stuck it into her pussy, saying to me sweetly: “suck my breasts again love” and so I gladly latched on and started sucking as sweet milk came flowing out of her nipples and into my mouth, then down it went, so delicious and nourishing.

Laura twitched as she came, taking the pink vibrator out and so I left the grace of her lovely tits and quickly fingered her hard to revive and prolong her fading orgasm, her knees became weak and she tightened her grip on my shoulder, moaning loudly again.

I grabbed her round ass and pulled her closer, she wrapped canlı casino siteleri her legs around me as I lifted her up and carried her to the bed, I threw her on the black silky sheets and licked her pussy avidly before slamming my cock inside her wet pussy and fucking her hard from behind.

Me spanking her ass was such a turn on for her and hearing her incite me was such a turn on for me, my hands where holding on to her hips tight as I crashed into her, wave after wave of testosterone driven force, she then turned on her side, keeping her soft warm legs together and I, holding on to the one on top, I penetrated her pussy again and again, feeling the tight throbbing wetness of her dripping pussy.

Laura’s big tits were leaking milk from all the excitement, she was a beautiful mess and I indulged again, bringing my mouth to her nipples, sucking hard as I squeezed her tits with my hands, drinking her milk again as her hand caresses my head.

“Fuck me again, please baby” she pleaded, insatiable but surrender to the labour of my love, eyes begging for more and how could I have said no?

I kissed her as I pressed my hard cock inside her again, I pressed as deep as I possibly could, hearing her let out a swift moan, I hit her cervix with the head of my hard cock and smiled at her, and so I began fucking her hard and fast in missionary position, she tightened the grip on me and pulled me in, surprising me saying “I’m so fertile right now and I’m not on the pill…come inside me baby, please come inside me” as she came in a powerful orgasmic spasm, the last few hard strokes made my cock deliver a big load of cum and then another, and then another, load after load I filled Laura to the brim as her legs locked me in her grace and my arms locked around her.

We kissed for a long while after that, I kept my cock inside her, but there was so much cum inside her that eventually some came out and onto the sheets, “stay” she said, staring into me with her beautiful blue eyes and so I did.

The next morning I woke up to a lovely sensation in my balls and cock area, I was just about to fully open my eyes when I realized it was a blowjob, looking down to my cock, however,

I saw, to my great surprise, that who was sucking my cock was not Laura…

to be continued

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Its a nice, breezy afternoon. The kind where the sun is warm, but summer hasn’t fully taken hold yet. You decide that it would be a good day for a hike. You’ve been thinking about doing one for a while and decide today is the day.

You throw on some shorts and a sports bra, put your hair in a ponytail and drive to over to a nature park you know near the edge of town.

You grab a bottle of water from the car and set off up the path, walking at a brisk pace. You hum quietly to yourself and turn down a fork that you’ve never been to before.

This part of the park is more densely packed with trees. It’s really quite lovely. After a little while you slow to a walk and take a swig from the bottle. You are about to start again when you hear something.

You arent sure at first what it is, or even where it’s coming from. You listen intently. Behind the bushes to your left. Some kind of wild animal?

You push the brush aside and step through, hoping to get a good photo of some kind of woodland creature. You were not prepared for what you saw.

The grunts were not a wild animal, but a man. A toned, fit, handsome man with his shorts around his ankles, stroking his large cock in the middle of a clearing.

Your pussy immediately starts to tingle. You stare in awe as he strokes himself. Without realizing it, your hand snakes it’s way inside your panties and you start to rub yourself.

You must have moaned, because he opens his eyes and looks right at you. Neither of you stop; you just stare at each other while getting off.

Finally, he speaks. “Come here,” he says pointing to the ground in front of him. Unable to break the trance you seem to be in, you approach. casino siteleri You are standing before him, his naked, erect cock pointing right at you.

He silently takes your hand and puts it on his cock. Its warm and soft and hard all at once. You moan as you feel his cock twitch.

He grabs your ponytail and tugs it gently but firmly, and kisses the side of your neck. A moment later you feel his hand on your breast. You start stroking him, lost in the moment.

He pulls your bra over your head and throws it aside. He kisses your neck, down to your collarbone. You feel the breeze across your nipples. He kisses his way down and takes each one in his mouth for a moment. As he kisses his way back up, your nipples are acutely aware of the wind, now that they are wet.

He grabs your face and kisses you passionately for several minutes before putting his hands on your shoulder and pushing you to your knees.

His cock is right there, staring you in the face. You lick the tip, then open your mouth to take him inside. Taking a stranger in your mouth in the park turns you on. The thought that someone might catch you makes your pussy gush.

He grabs the back if your head and starts to force himself a little deeper into your mouth each thrust.

“There she is,” someone says from behind you. “I told you shed be here.”

You try to look, but the guy with his cock in your mouth is holding your head too tightly.

“Hmmm, fuck, shes hot.” You feel a pair of firm hands rub along the back of your thigh and across your ass. You moan. They slip a finger into your pussy from behind. “God, shes so wet.”

The person behind you lifts your hips a little, slot oyna causing you to gag on the cock in your mouth. You feel them pull your shorts down and the gentle breeze kisses your exposed pussy.

A pair of rough hands spread your ass, then you feel a cockhead rub up and down along your pussy. Before you can say or do anything else, he pushes all the way inside with one strong push.

You moan uncontrollably, vibrating the cock in your mouth. That was a mistake. He grabs your head, delivers a few quick thrusts, then you feel his cock swell and twitch as spurt after spurt of hot cum go down your throat. He pulls his cock unceremoniously from your lips.

“Thanks, that was great!” he says pulling up his shorts and jogging off.

Before you can recover the other guy steps up, grabs your face, and shoves his cock down your throat. “My turn,” he says, fucking your face.

The guy behind you grabs your hips and keeps on thrusting, harder. You think hes about to cum, when he suddenly pulls out. Then you feel spurts of hot cum on your ass and pussy.

“What have we here?” another voice says from behind you. “Looks like you boys are just getting here warmed up for me”

A powerful pair of hands lifts you up completely. A tall, well built black man turns you around to face him. He hooks his arms under your thighs and lifts. As he does you look down and see a large 10″ cock pointing right at your pussy. You start to shake your head no, but he pushes in, slowly, all the way.

You moan and your eyes roll back into your head as he lifts you and fucks you, standing there in the middle of the clearing.

Eventually, he sits and then lays on his back without dislodging canlı casino siteleri from your pussy. You bounce up and down, riding him. He bends you over and kisses you, then breaks the kiss to suck your tits.

You moan as the massive cock fills you. Your moan is quickly stifled as the guy who was in your pussy a few moments ago shoves his cock down your throat.

You moan as they spit roast you, a massive cock in your pussy, and a cock that tastes like your pussy in your mouth.

Then you feel it. The other guy, the one you were sucking a moment ago, is knelt behind you. Hes rubbing the cum on your ass over your asshole with his cock. He presses the tip against you and pushes inside, slowly, but relentlessly, one inch at a time. Trying to get away only forces the cock in your mouth further down your throat.

You relent and relax, feel him enter your ass. After a moment everyone starts to pick you again. You can feel the cocks inside you rubbing together. After a moment, the guy in your ass moans and you feel his cum shoot inside you. The guy under feels his cock twitching and his massive cock follows suit. You moan loudly on the cock in your mouth and more cum spurts down your throat.

The guy in your ass and mouth both pull out and you fall forward, resting the on the black guy, catching your breath. Before long the black guy stands and dresses. He kisses you on the cheek and leaves.

Dark is beginning to fall. The other two guys dress, and the taller one checks his phone. “Shit, you’re not Stacey.”

You stare blankly at him.

He looks at the other guy and nods toward you. “Shes not the hooker we hired. Stacey cancelled.”

You grin sheepishly. “No, I’m not, but if we do that again I’ll be whomever you want.”

They set up a time next week and disappear. As you look around the quickly darkening clearing you realize with a start that you cant find your clothes…

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The following day was a busy one for all of them. Between Pete and Mark things were now running smoothly. Pete had Mark take the first flight he could get back home to take care of the finishing plans while he and Sara remained to finish up at the job site.

Pete had called Sara to tell her that it would just be the two of them for dinner that evening and for her to make them reservations in the hotel restaurant. They talked about the job and the progress it was now making and some small chit chat before Sara brought up the subject of her having some personal time to herself.

“Don’t misunderstand me Pete, I love the relationship I have with you and Kate. I would just like some personal time of my own. I was thinking that maybe it would be a good idea if I were to find a place of my own now.”

“Sara I want to ask you a question and I want an honest answer from you, ok?”

“Of course Pete you should know by now that I would never lie to you or to Kate for that matter.”

“Is your wanting to move and have some time alone because of Kate always dominating your every free moment?”

“Pete please understand that I enjoy spending time with Kate just as I do with you as well as being with the both of you together, but your right it has to do with Kate for the most part.”

“Sara I have tried to tell Kate numerous times that if she didn’t give you some breathing room she would run you off. I knew the day when you said you were going shopping and she invited herself that you didn’t want her company that day. If you did move somewhere else Sara would you still work for me and play with us together and alone?”

“Of course Pete, I love the times we spend together as a group and alone. I just would like a little bit of a private life as well. I don’t want you to think that I’m not grateful for all you have done for me and given me Pete. My life has never been this full nor have I ever been this happy and content. I was thinking that maybe we could make up some sort of schedule for when we are together as a group and alone.”

“Sounds fair to me Sara. You decide the when’s, where’s and with who, and how often then Kate and I will abide by it. I do have to tell you that I will miss having a warm willing woman to make love to everynight.”

“Pete I was thinking that on the weekends it would be my free time. You guys have your family over on Sundays anyway.”

Sara knew that Pete was the one who would miss any time he had had with her. Sara would never refuse Pete and she was going to tell him that anytime he wanted her she would find a way to be with him.

He had the tab put on his bill and they headed back up to their room. As soon as they were inside Pete pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. He had been planning on them leaving tomorrow but after her announcement he decided they would stay one more day. He was going to make that last day and night together one that was filled with sexual pleasure for the both of them.

He had her blouse undone and her tits free in record time. He lifted one to his mouth for some tender sucking then the other for the same treatment. He could hardly contain himself from entering her. He knew he had all night and one entire day left with her but he was anxious to bury his cock deep within her.

Pete pulled Sara to his room and pushed her down onto the bed, he didn’t even take time to undress her slowly. He pulled her slacks off quickly and was out of his slacks in record time. He entered her fast and wasted no time with slow buildups, he just rammed his cock in hard and fast bringing them both to climax rather quickly.

Pete and Sara only left the suite the following day long enough to eat dinner. They had ordered up room service for lunch and spent the time eating in bed between tender kisses and gentle caresses. Pete made the most of that last day with Sara knowing it would probably be a long time before he could spend that much time with her again.

Pete had called Kate to tell her what time their flight would be arriving and to have the car waiting at the airport for them. Before they left that morning they had talked about Kate and both knew that Kate would want to pick them up when they arrived. They both knew that Kate would want to get her hands on Sara as soon as possible but Sara wanted to go home unpack, shower and just relax for an hour or so before dealing with Kate.

“Tell you what Sara I’m going to call her back and tell her to never mind picking us up. I’ll tell her to meet us at the office instead then after we land I’ll send you home in a cab and that will give you the time you want plus give me time to talk to Kate about our discussion before she demands your time.”

Sara had been home for almost two hours before Kate made her appearance. Sara decided not to bother dressing knowing what Kate would want before they talked about what Pete had told her. Sara was waiting in bed for Kate when she walked into her bedroom.

Sara was already wet waiting for Kate. She had made casino siteleri sure her breasts were uncovered knowing that when Kate saw her no matter how upset she was at the time she would forget everything until she had sated herself of Sara. She had been right, as soon as Kate saw her she was in bed, with her mouth fastened hungrily onto Sara’s, and her hand at her breasts.

Sara wouldn’t deny that she enjoyed the pleasure that Kate gave her. She didn’t want to end that intimate friendship with her only cut down the amount of time she could have with Sara. Sara moaned in pleasure the moment Kate wrapped her lips around her nipple.

Kate had missed Sara terribly, she had felt like she had been without food and water in the week that Sara had been gone. When Pete first told her of Sara’s wishes they had argued. She had accused him of using the week he had with Sara as an excuse to keep her away from her so he could have more time with her. When she finally calmed down she knew he was telling the truth and that Sara really did want some time alone without either of them bothering her.

She had planned on talking with Sara and telling her that she understood her wishes first, but when she saw her waiting for her naked in bed, she could only think of eating her delightful pussy dry.

“Open your legs slut, I’ve been denied the pleasure of your pussy for to long,”she told her as she moved between Sara’s opened thighs. Kate made short work of bringing Sara to her first climax. Kate was relentless in getting Sara off four more times before slowing down a bit. Kate was voracious in devouring Sara’s pussy with her mouth.

Sara had came so much her clit was getting a bit sore from all of Kate’s attention. When Kate slowed down Sara thought she was done with her but she was wrong. Kate got up long enough to remove her clothes and put on her strap on before ordering Sara onto her hands and knees.

Kate loved playing the part of the man with her fake cock. She loved watching it go in and out of Sara’s pussy as she fucked her. She liked watching it when she was fucking Sara from the front but right now she wanted her asshole handy. She slipped her finger into her ass while she fucked her slowly with her fake cock. She moved it around and round in her ass stretching and pulling her hole further apart.

She pulled out of Sara so she could lean down and tongue fuck her hole. She was going to fuck that ass as soon as she had it ready for her fake cock. She tongued her ass and probed it with her fingers until she was sure she was ready for her ass fucking.

She dipped her fingers into Sara’s wet pussy and rubbed her cum over the fake cock, making it slick with her juices. When she had it wet enough she rubbed some of her cum on her hole then slipped the dildo in slowly. She had Sara’s hole ready for full fucking within a minute. She watched as the cock probed Sara’s hole slowly at first then picked up her tempo.

Sara was close to coming and reached for her swollen clit. She rubbed her nub while Kate fucked her ass with her cock. Sara came, then she heard Kate growl knowing that Kate had climaxed as well. Kate made love to her body all morning and into the late afternoon before stopping so they could shower and then talk.

After their talk it was agreed that she and Pete would leave Sara alone on the weekends. Sara would have her personal time starting on Friday till Monday. That night after supper Pete and Kate made love to Sara till the sun came up. Sara excused herself to go to her own place to shower and rest.

It had been three months since they had made their agreement and Sara enjoyed her free time. She even enrolled in a quilt class on Friday nights, she had always wanted to make one but didn’t have the first idea how to go about it. She was almost done with her first nine patch quilt and was quite pleased with it and herself.

She hadn’t been fucked by Pete in six weeks. Shortly after coming back home from the Portland trip his company had finalized their bid for a new building for a software company in Brazil. Mark had been sent there the day after they returned and had been there for two months now drawing and redrawing up designs.

Pete had spent the last six weeks there setting up the contractors, getting all the permits, making sure everything was top quality building materials. Pete prided himself that his company used only the finest quality materials when building.

Pete came home a day early and Mark was to follow in another week. He went straight to the office before calling Kate to let her know he was home. He headed straight for Sara’s office, he had missed her terribly while he was gone. He had someplace he was going to take her before heading home and he couldn’t wait to get her alone.

When Pete walked towards Sara’s office he saw Tim sitting on the edge of her desk talking to Sara. Pete felt a stab of jealousy seeing him sitting there looking down at Sara’s opulent breasts, her clevage showing seductively in her silk blouse.

Tim slot oyna was his right hand man and an very integral part of his company but he was also a womanizer. The only difference between them was that Tim’s wife didn’t know about the other women Tim fucked almost on a daily basis. Pete didn’t want him getting his hands on Sara, that was a no win situation for her if he did. So he was rather curt with both of them when he entered her office.

He sent Tim back to his office to get in touch with Mark over some new changes and then told Sara he needed to clear up a few things in his office and for her to get her coat and be ready in 15 minutes that they had to go check out something for a client.

Sara felt Pete was upset about something and didn’t know if it had to do with business or with her. He was unusually quiet on the drive to wherever they were headed. When she asked how the trip went she got brisk, short answers of fine, yes, no, not sure yet answers to her questions.

He was heading out of town towards the country, a half hour later he was turning down a pine tree covered country road. The road turned out to be a long private drive that lead to this beautiful home facing a huge lake.

Pete helped her from the car and walked her up to the front door where he produced a key unlocking the door and letting them inside.

“Are we meeting someone here Pete?”

“No, I have to check the house over for a client and he wants a woman’s point of view on it as well. We have to look the place over and see what you think about it and whether or not a woman would find this a pleasing place to live as well or would she think it too secluded.”

The living room was huge, two long sofa’s sitting in a L shape were flanked by a huge fireplace where a cozy fire could be made. The placement of the sofa’s not only allowed a nice cozy atmosphere from the fire place but also provided a beautiful view of the lake through the huge glassed walled windows facing the lake.

A huge big screen TV was housed in a entertainment center to the right of the fireplace that looked like a huge wall cabinet. The house was beautiful, only a die hard city woman would not enjoy living here she thought.

She followed Pete up to the second floor and was thrilled at what they found there. There were two huge bedrooms at the far end of the upper floor, each one had it’s own private shower and bath in it. The next room was a huge room that could be used as an office, a den, library or whatever type of room the owner saw it as. Then there was the overly huge Master bedroom that took up the rest of the upper floor.

Sara could live in this room, it was both cozy and intimate at the same time. A huge king size bed was centered on a side wall. Above the bed was a huge skylight that showed a spectacular view of the evening sky.

The ceiling is what Sara found the most appealing about the room. The designer had place small lights throughout the ceiling giving it the feeling of having hundreds of little stars shining in the room. When the main lights were off the room was bathed in very dim soft light given off by the little lights making the room have a very intimate and seductive feeling to it.

The far wall facing the foot of the bed had a wall hung plasma, big screen TV mounted on it. There were two overstuffed chairs facing the TV and in the corner of the room there was also a built in gas fire place. Two huge floor to ceiling windows faced the lake giving another spectacular view of the lake.

Sara loved everything about the house. What Sara had thought was part of the bookshelves had been a hidden small refrigerator. It had two bottles of champagne chilling in it when she opened it.

She turned to tell Pete from her point of view the house was beautiful. She was about to tell him that when she saw the intense look on his face and asked him if something was the matter. “Pete is something wrong, have I done something to make you upset?”

“What the hell was that leach Tim doing sitting on the edge of your desk when I came in this afternoon?”

“He was telling me the story of Mrs. Jones and the offices you had built for her company. Which was a very funny story I will say. Pete what the hell is wrong with you, you sound like a jealous husband,” she told him jokingly.

“I was jealous and I didn’t have a right to be is what is wrong with me. I didn’t want to see you get involved with him, it would get you nowhere and you would end up getting very hurt in the end. I couldn’t stand the thought of him touching you. I wanted to punch him in the fucking face, then take you right there in your office so you knew I wanted you more than he ever would,” he told her through clenched teeth.

Sara walked towards Pete slowly, smiling at him as she did. “What were you going to do Pete, tear my clothes off and fuck me right there in front of the whole office,” she asked him when she stood directly in front of him?

“Don’t laugh Sara, I’m not in the mood.”

Sara canlı casino siteleri could tell he was on a short leash and pressed his button further. “What’s stopping you now Pete? No ones here to see you. Besides your not the type to just rip off a woman’s clothes and take her by force,” she taunted.

Pete snapped, he had done nothing but think of her the entire time he was gone. He had planned on taking her straight to the condo and fuck her silly until he was sated. Seeing Tim putting the moves on her had changed his plans.

Before Sara could move he reached out and grabbed her blouse ripping it apart. He grabbed the front of her bra and pulled so hard it ripped in half as he jerked her towards his waiting mouth.

He slammed his mouth against hers, bruising her lips with the ferocity of his kiss. He forced her mouth open so his tongue could rape her mouth as he kissed her hard with passion.

His hand went to her breast, nothing tender about his caress as he caressed it roughly. He tore his mouth from hers long enough to latch onto her nipple biting it hard enough to cause her to flinch and jerk from the pain. Her hands pressed against his shoulders when he bit her tit trying to push him away.

He grabbed the waistband of her skirt with his free hand and yanked it down. He spun her around and pushed her face down onto the bed. He ripped her skirt from her then tore her pantyhose in the crotch. He held her down with his left hand, shoving his right knee between her legs forcing them apart as he unzipped his pants and took his hard cock out with his free hand.

He kicked his slacks off then climbed between her legs shoving his cock in hard and fast. He grabbed a handful of her hair with his left hand twisting his hand tightly in the long masses of her curls. His left arm was pressed down into her back and shoulder while his right hand grabbed her right arm holding her down as he rammed her pussy with his cock.

Sara felt like she was being fucked with a hard pole with each slam of Pete’s cock into her pussy. She was no longer uncomfortable with his fucking as her pussy was good and wet now.

Pete slid back far enough to pull her hips tight back against him as he rammed her cunt hard with his cock. He knew he was leaving marks on Sara but he didn’t care, his passion was to fierce.

“You like it rough don’t you Sara? See what your teasing gets you.” Pete had grabbed her hair again and pulled her head up when he spoke to her. He reached in front of her with his other hand to grab her tit. He squeezed it, pulling back on it when he lunged forward into her pussy.

He’s like a man possessed Sara was thinking to herself as he pummeled her body with his. All of a sudden he released her hair and her tit. She didn’t have time to think as he pulled out of her and pulled her around flipping her onto her back. He spread her legs quickly and plunged his cock into her. He grabbed her arms twisting them above her head holding her pinned down tightly.

“I’ve waited six fucking weeks to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock again. I didn’t want to see that fucking bastard near you! Any man but him Sara, I couldn’t stand the thought of him touching you.”

Sara didn’t get to say anything in response as Pete leaned down and kissed her roughly. His lips ground into hers and she could taste blood as his teethed raked her lips. His kiss was deep, demanding, and overpowering in his need to dominate her.

He loved seeing her tits bounce around as he fucked her. To him, seeing a woman’s tits bounce and jiggle as she was being fucked turned him on. He slowed down just enough to capture a nipple in his mouth. Sara moaned loudly as he sucked, pulling her nipple out taut with his sucking.

He glanced up at her face, she was watching him intently, her eyes filled with passion as he sucked her nipple. Seeing her passion in her eyes made him calm down. He became gentler, his movements more restrained now as he saw and felt her passion. He transferred his attentions to her left nipple now, she arched her back lifting her tit more fully into his mouth, as he nursed her nipple.

Sara was close to coming, her body was building to that point when you no longer have any control over how it reacts. This intense passion of Pete’s had taken her to the last few steps it would take for her to reach the top of her mountain.

Pete released her arms and sat back on his knees, he pulled her legs up spreading them wide so he could see his cock slide it and out of her pussy. He wanted to release his load but held off until Sara was ready to come with him. “Hold your legs up for me Sara,” he told her. She had done as he asked so now he was able to rub her clit while he fucked her juicy pussy.

Sara felt her orgasm start, her clit throbbed and twitched as he rubbed it. Her pussy muscles began to contract as she felt her climax flow through her body.

He felt her pussy grab his cock, then pressed her legs back into her chest while he rammed his cock in deep, he felt his hot blood filling his veins as his orgasm erupted within him. He shot his jizz in huge spurts into her pussy as she released her cum to mix with his. After the last drop of his seed was inside her he collapsed on top of her.

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Eva had asked her father’s friend, Paul to deflower her and introduce her to the joys and pleasures of sex. Paul, an experienced lover, happily obliged and popped her cherry. Her last words to him before she left were:

“Don’t be surprised if you get some confidential phone calls from some of my friends!”

Tina, a shy virgin friend of Eva’s had body issues and needed help in losing her virginity. Paul, an experienced lover, was glad to help. His final words to her, after he had introduced her to the pleasures of sex, were:

“You can tell your girlfriends that I’m happy to help and teach them so long as they’re over eighteen.”

A few days later his telephone rang and a girl called Chrissie introduced herself and asked for his help. She told him that she had had sex with another woman but never with a man. She was curious to know what it would be like and hoped that her first time would be a pleasurable experience. After checking her age Paul told her he would be glad to help. Before she rang off Chrissie told him she was a bit worried about meeting a man in his own home and asked if she could bring her twin sister, Margie. He wondered how this would work but agreed to meet both of them in the first instance to put Chrissie’s mind at rest. They arranged for the girls to go around that very evening.

At exactly seven o’ clock as arranged Paul’s doorbell rang and he invited the two girls in. The girls were stunning and alike as two peas in a pod. They both wore coats and when Paul invited them to leave them in the hallway they took them off to reveal their short miniskirts and crop tops. They girls both had large breasts and the crop tops revealed a deep cleavage. Paul smiled inwardly at the contrast between these girls and his last ‘client’, Tina, who had dressed so conservatively.

“What can I do for you Chrissie?” he asked.

“Well,” she began hesitantly “Margie and I have shared a bedroom since we were babies and, as we grew up, we shared each other’s beds for comfort at first, then later on we started to fool around naked and began to please each other, if you know what I mean.”

Margie continued, “We both enjoy sex with each other very much but we have started to wonder what it would be like to have sex with a man. The trouble is that we are both expert at giving each other pleasure so we need a man who really knows what he is doing and won’t disappoint us.”

“Well,” said Paul, “I’ve never had any complaints. I know my way around a woman’s body. I can’t promise to please your pussy like another woman could but there are other compensations.”

The girls exchanged a knowing look and nodded enthusiastically.

Oh yes, we’d like to give it a go.” They said in unison.

Paul looked startled. “Do you mean separately or together?

“Oh, we do everything together.” said Chrissie. “Would you mind?”

“Well, I suppose not.” mused Paul, his mind boggling at the prospect of having a threesome with these two gorgeous girls.

“OK, that’s settled.” laughed Margie. “Let’s get started.”

“What right now? I thought we would just have a discussion this evening.”

“Fuck that,” Chrissie interjected. “Just grab us some drinks and we can relax and get started right away, if that’s OK with you. I’m feeling horny.”

“Me too.” added her sister.

When Paul had poured them all a drink the girls offered to do a strip “To get everybody in the mood” Paul readily agreed.

The girls asked him to put on some music suitable for stripping and Paul, highly curious by now complied.

It became immediately obvious that the girls were excellent dancers and no strangers to stripping. They pushed Paul back into his armchair and proceeded to dance in perfect time with the music moving their superb bodies in a highly suggestive way. Chrissie unzipped her mini skirt and gyrated her hips as she slipped it down to the floor and over her three-inch, red-heeled shoes. Underneath the skirt she wore only a tiny, red thong with a tiny triangle of fabric at the back which did nothing to hide her beautiful bubble butt. When she turned around Paul’s eyes were drawn immediately to the larger red triangle at the front drawn tightly across her lower abdomen and disappearing between her legs revealing the deep ‘camel-toe’ cleft of her pussy.

After a few moments gyrating in front of him to give him a lingering view of her body she sat gracefully down upon his lap and lifted the front of his T-shirt to encourage his to remove it. While he was doing this Margie also removed her skirt to reveal a tiny, black lacy thong and her equally gorgeous body.

Chrissie stood up again and the girls continued their dance, taking turns to approach Paul in his armchair so he could feast his eyes at close quarters on their curvaceous hips and butts and the large breasts straining to escape from their crop tops. After a while the girls began to dance face to face and run their hands suggestively across each others’ breasts and down their sides. A few times one of them would turn her back on Paul casino siteleri and her sister would run her fingers around the bottom of the crop top hinting that she was about to lift it. After teasing him in this way for a few minutes Margie sat down on his lap with her legs apart and lifted her top to allow a luscious pair of breasts to flop out. Paul gasped as he took in the sight. He estimated that they were at least 36DDs and very pert with large faint pink areolae and large pink nipples almost the size of a thimble. Margie wobbled them in front of his face then she ran her hands gently across his pecs and up and down his sides. She smiled as she stared pointedly at the large bulge in the front of his pants then moved away to re-join her sister in the sexy dance.

Now it was Chrissie’s turn to strip off the crop top and reveal her equally superb pair of tits. The girls obviously felt quite at ease with each other’s bodies as they rubbed their chests together, nipple on nipple and Paul watched, fascinated as their nipples grew harder and more erect.

They moved closer to Paul and stood face to face with Chrissie’s back to him while Margie slowly, very slowly slipped her fingers under Chrissie’s thong and slipped it down over her hips and down her slender curvaceous legs. As they gracefully rotated face to face Paul caught a fleeting glance of a narrow landing strip of pubic hair before Margie’s thong was also removed. As they turned to face their captive male the girls coyly covered their mound with one hand while massaging and pinching their tits with the other hand to bring the nipples to new heights of erection.

Paul felt a massive erection growing in his pants as the girls posed with both hands behind their heads to reveal the entirety of their gorgeous bodies to him in all their naked glory. He took in the superb, luscious breasts topping flat washboard tummies and the curves of their tiny waists and the swell of their beautiful curved hips. Both of their pussies were neatly trimmed. Chrissie’s sported a narrow landing strip above her deep cleft and Margie had trimmed hers into a neat narrow ‘V’ shape pointing down to her naked slit. As they turned around Paul admired their beautiful shoulders tapering down to their trim waists and out again into the sensual swell of their hips and the beautiful rounded buttocks with two deep dimples above. Both girls showed a small triangular gap of daylight between their upper thighs when their knees were together. In Paul’s experienced opinion the dimples and the gap between the thighs were both signs of a truly beautiful and sexy female body.

Now the girls took charge as one of them sat on his lap with her back to him and rubbed herself against the massive bulge in his pants. Her sister stood behind him and rubbed her hands across his shoulders and chest pausing to rub and pinch his nipples. Suddenly, they took hold of his arms and hoisted him upright. Margie undid his belt and zipper and they both pulled downward on the waistband and removed his jeans and underwear in a single motion. Paul gasped as his cock sprang into view and he was matched by the girls’ surprise.

“Oh, that’s a BIG one!” exclaimed Margie as she cupped his large pair of balls in one hand to estimate their weight and size.

“It certainly is.” added Chrissie as she stretched her hand along the shaft to gauge its length.

They pushed Paul back into the chair and, taking a leg each, they swiftly removed the rest of clothing to leave him as naked as they were. Chrissie knelt on the arms of the armchair and moved her pussy towards Paul’s face.

“Would you like to eat me out?” she asked. Paul didn’t reply as he began to lick across the face of her slip with his flat tongue. She moaned her approval.

While his face was fully engaged with Chrissie’s delightful pussy, Paul felt Margie’s mouth start to work on his cock. He was slightly confused as she worked her tongue expertly around the head because the girls had told him that they’d never had sex with a man, but he wasn’t in a position to complain. As he parted Chrissie’s outer lips with his hands he observed her lengthy inner lips swelling with blood. As he sucked and nibbled them she moaned with pleasure and she gasped when he repeatedly thrust the rigid point of his tongue into her hole. He continued by running his flat tongue across Chrissie’s clit hood and down each side. Chrissie’s mewed with pleasure and obviously approved of his technique especially when he pointed his tongue and teased the end of her clit with tiny light strokes. He was surprised to note that there was no sign of a hymen and said:

“Did you know that you’re not technically a virgin? Your vagina is completely open.”

She replied, “Yes, I know, we’ve often used big dildos on each other.”

The girls smiled knowingly at each other.

Meanwhile, Margie had taken complete control of his rampant cock, she pulled back the foreskin to its maximum extent and held it tight by gripping the base of his cock while she pushed the head further and further back slot oyna into her throat. Lubricated by his copious precum and her generous amounts of spittle she bobbed her head up and down giving him the most amazing deep throat. Paul moaned and groaned with pleasure as his face and cock were simultaneously assaulted by these two gorgeous girls.

As he continued to stimulate her pussy Chrissie moaned her approval. It was obvious that she was approaching a climax but Paul kept her on the edge by alternately teasing her clit then backing off to lick and suck on her inner labia. His technique was driving her wild until she felt that her pussy was on fire and she needed urgently to cum. She thrust her hips forward to grind her pussy into his face and get the extra stimulation that she needed.

He stopped and laughed, “You need to know who’s in charge here. You don’t cum until I give you permission. Maybe, I’ll have you begging for it”

Margie laughed at her sister’s concerned look. “His just teasing you sis. It’s all part of the bastard’s technique. Just go with the flow, you’ll get your orgasm and I guarantee it will be a big one.”

Paul continued to continued to tease the delicious pussy until he sensed that Chrissie was reaching the point of no return. As he pulled back the clit hood with one hand and ground his stiff tongue directly onto the little she suddenly exploded.

“Oh yes, just there. That’s so fucking good! Oh, oh, oh yessssssss. As the waves of climax overwhelmed her body her pussy spent copious amounts of cream onto his face. Paul licked and licked the delicious liquid and Chrissie’s body shuddered and twitched through the intensity of the orgasm. Paul reached up and grabbed both of her nipples and tweaked them gently, continuing to massage them as she reached renewed peaks of intensity. Finally, as the orgasm started to die away, he grabbed her hair and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. She met him with an open mouth and their tongues duelled furiously.

Suddenly, Paul became aware of the furious attention that his dick was receiving from Margie. As her head bobbed up and down he realised that his own orgasm was imminent.

“I think we need to take a break here girls.” He announced.

Realising his intention, the girls withdrew and sat on the couch giggling. They took a long pull on their drinks and Paul poured them fresh ones.

Paul looked at them sternly and said, “I think you need to come clean with me. You’re much more experienced than you led me to believe. Out with it. Tell me the story. How come you told you’ve never had sex with a man before. That’s not true is it?”

“We’re really sorry that we didn’t tell you the whole truth Paul” started Margie. “It is true that we’ve had sex with each other since we were much younger. But we didn’t tell you that we work in a strip club part-time to earn money. That’s where we learned the sexy dancing to please men.

Margie continued, “We also do lap-dancing and sometimes the men offer us money for ‘extras’. Usually, we just give them a quick blow-job and they go away satisfied. But, once or twice they’ve given us lots of money to go further. They wanted to fuck, but they were drunk and, for us it was a very unsatisfying disaster. They either came quickly as soon as they got inside, or their dicks were too soft to penetrate. We desperately need to find out what sex with a real man, a man who really knows what he is doing, is like.

Chrissie added, “We’re really sorry we tricked you Paul, but can you help us?”

“Well, I guess so.” said Paul. “You didn’t really trick me, you just didn’t tell me the whole truth. You’re both gorgeous girls and you should be able to have good sex with both boys and girls if I teach you right and you know how it should be with a man.”

The girls were delighted and whooped with pleasure.

“OK girls” said Paul, “let’s go back to the armchair and practise some more. It’s your turn to have your pussy eaten out Margie. Chrissie, see if you can this cock hard again.”

The girls grinned from ear to ear, pleased to be dominated by an expert male. Paul sat in the chair while Margie squatted on the arms offering her pussy to him while Chrissie knelt on the floor between his legs.

The hot sex proceeded as before. No-one was in a hurry and the teasing was slow, thorough and very, very pleasurable. Margie relaxed and enjoyed the tease, knowing with absolute certainty that she would cum hard when, and only when, Paul allowed her to. Meanwhile Paul’s member was treated to the most amazing blow-job. Chrissie was able to deep-throat his cock with no trouble. Her tongue teased the glans unmercifully, expertly licking and sucking the head until his cock was rock hard and the veins were distended. Feeling the familiar feeling in his balls, Paul re-doubled his attention to Margie’s clit and she came explosively. As before, he turned his attention to her luxurious tits and prolonged the orgasm by tweaking and pulling on her sensitive nipples. Chrissie eased off on his dick, keen to save it for later canlı casino siteleri and contented herself with gripping his rampant cock in one hand while she was sucking his balls alternately into her mouth as she listened to her sister screaming with pleasure as the massive orgasm washed through her whole body.

The three of them took another break to have a drink and a chat before retiring to the bedroom. As they all lay naked on Paul’s king-size bed the girls took the opportunity to inspect every detail of Paul’s body. He worked out regularly and, as they ran their hands across his firm pecs and six-pack abs, they cooed in delight at the hard muscles. As their hands travelled lower, they teased him about the trimmed dark pubes that adorned his lower abdomen and noted that his penis and balls had been completely shaved.

“Is this to make your dick look bigger?” Chrissie asked. “The trees always look taller if there’s no undergrowth.”

“No,” replied Paul “It just feels cleaner and smoother this way. Do you like it girls?”

“Oh yes,” said Margie. “I think it’s much nicer to suck and lick a man’s package if you don’t get hairs in your mouth.”

“Well,” laughed Paul, “you can suck and lick as much as you like. I certainly don’t have any objections.”

“You bad man,” laughed Margie. “You’ll just have to wait. I want to inspect your ass first. We love a man’s shapely ass so turn over.”

Paul obligingly turned over to reveal his ass. It was muscular and square and covered in a light covering of dark hair particularly in the cleft between his buttocks. The girls massaged his muscular shoulders and ran their hands down the length of his back to pummel and massage the hard muscles of his butt cheeks.

“Are you going to fuck us now?” demanded Margie.

“Oh yes,” Paul muttered into the pillow.

“What, both of us?” demanded Chrissie.

“Mmmm, mmm,” muttered Paul

“Oh, you naughty boy,” continued Margie. “You’ll have to be spanked for that.”

“Would you like to be spanked?” asked Chrissie.

“Oh yes,” said Paul, suddenly speaking more clearly. “I’d like that very much.”

At this, the girls rained down a series of slaps onto his bare buttocks with the flat of their hands. Paul squirmed with pleasure as his cheeks became redder and his sexual excitement increased. He turned over to reveal his semi-hard shaft and the girls set to work. They worshipped his whole package paying attention to the taint between his legs and flowing with their tongues along the seam stopping to lick and suck at his balls then they moved on up the shaft. Attacking it from both sides they ran their hard tongues along the sides to the generous foreskin. One of them stuck her tongue down the end and licked around the opening beneath while the other licked around the outside of the sensitive skin. Once they had pulled back the foreskin to reveal the shiny helmet head and the frenulum beneath, they licked and sucked furiously, making his excited cock grow harder and even bigger.

Chrissie climbed into position and sat on his cock with her gorgeous bottom facing his face. As she slowly sank onto his rampant shaft he groaned with pleasure and she said:

“Oh my god. You’re so big and hard! You are filling me up completely and stretching me out. That feels so good!”

He sister continued to lick his balls and shaft as it plunged in and out of Chrissie’s pussy. Then her eager tongue turned its attention to Chrissie’s clit. Chrissie squealed in delight as her pussy was simultaneously pistoned by his hard member and her clit was stimulated by her sister’s tongue. Inevitably, she rapidly approached a climax and was unable to move as Paul reached around and prolonged the pleasure by squeezing her tits and nipples.

When her orgasm had subsided, Chrissie climbed off Paul and was quickly replaced in the same position by Margie.

“I want some of what you’ve just had.” gasped Margie as she impaled her eager pussy on Paul’s hard cock. She flexed her leg muscles and began to move her hips up and down to fuck him vigorously as her sister licked and sucked alternately on both of them. The result was the same as before. She squealed as she rapidly reached a powerful orgasm which was aided and prolonged by Paul’s attention to her tits and prominent nipples.

When Margie had removed herself and gave him a passionate kiss, Paul parted Chrissie’s legs and position himself between them. He ran the whole length of his cock up and down her now excited and very swollen vulva. When he targeted her clit directly with the head of his cock and rubbed it slowly up and down the tiny nub she gasped with pleasure.

“Fuck me now, fuck me hard.” she demanded.

Obligingly, Paul took aim with his huge helmet-shaped cock head and slowly inserted it into her hole. He moved his hips slowly in and out to stretch her and spread the lubrication. Raising his body weight onto his arms he looked down to see his hard cock enter her tiny vagina and he repeatedly rammed it forward to spear her down to the hilt. Both of them felt his cock pushing against her cervix and both of them groaned with pleasure. Paul was surprised when Margie squatted with her knees on each side of Chrissie’s head and presented her vulva to Chrissie’s eager mouth.

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“You need to be in my office in 20 minutes, slut. Do not disappoint me.”

The message, sent to my work email, came from a throwaway Gmail account and contained no salutation, no closing, and no signature, but I knew exactly who had sent it. The ever-present anxiety and dread that had been an unwelcome part of my life for the last six weeks suddenly intensified. What else could he possibly expect of me? Haven’t I performed every task he’s asked me to perform? Haven’t I already been punished enough for my small indiscretion? Why does he want to see me in person?

I’m a part-time English instructor at Riverbank University, a small private college in Ohio. Six weeks ago, one of my students, a baseball player named Jake DeVaul, submitted an essay that was such a blatant cut-and-paste job that I could have found it online in under 30 seconds even without plagiarism-detection software. Although Jake begged me to allow him to rewrite the essay without getting campus administrators involved, Riverbank’s policy required that I send the case up the academic food chain. Therefore, I reached out to my dean, Dr. Jeffrey Harrison from the College of Arts and Sciences, whom I recognized from faculty meetings but had only ever spoken to in passing. Dr. Harrison asked me for a narrative in which I was to describe the assignment and offer evidence of Jake’s dishonesty. And that’s when the trouble began.

I should have been paying closer attention to what I was doing, but it was 4:30 in the afternoon and I was exhausted and frustrated thanks to the abysmally-formatted bibliographies I had spent the afternoon grading. I had written Jake’s plagiarism narrative that morning, but it was only after I had finished my grading and decided to leave campus for the day that I realized that I hadn’t yet emailed it to Dr. Harrison. In a rush to leave my office, I attached what I thought was the plagiarism narrative to the email, hit “Send,” and figured that I wouldn’t hear from Dr. Harrison until he had decided what Jake’s punishment would be.

During the next day’s office hour, I was sitting at my desk responding to student emails when I was startled by the sound of someone clearing his throat loudly. I turned away from the computer screen and saw Dr. Harrison looking at me with an expression I couldn’t interpret as he leaned against the doorway.

“Good morning, Amanda. May I have a word with you?”

“Sure, Dr. Harrison. Would you like to sit down?” I asked as I motioned toward one of the empty chairs in front of my desk.

“Yes, thank you. And please call me Jeff,” he replied. As he entered my office, he kicked the door stop aside and allowed the door to close. I was a little baffled by this; when students are in my office, I always keep the door open to avoid being accused of improprieties. I assumed that Dr. Harrison (or Jeff, which I suppose I should now call him) wanted to talk about Jake’s plagiarism case without my colleagues overhearing him.

“So, Amanda, about that plagiarism narrative you sent. . .” Jeff pressed his fingertips together as his voice trailed off, and he looked me with the same odd expression.

“It’s a pretty straightforward case, really,” I insisted. “I just need to know whether Jake’s going to fail only that assignment or if he’s going to fail the entire course. That’s entirely up to you, of course, regardless of what the official policy is.”

Jeff shifted in his chair and said, “Well, Amanda, the problem is that you didn’t really give me much information about Jake’s case in the, um, narrative you sent me.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you mean,” I stammered. “I wrote the narrative yesterday and sent it to you before I left campus.”

“You sent me a ‘narrative,'” Jeff retorted, “but I’m not sure that you sent the file you intended to send. I’m not sure what your little story about your ‘friend’ David has to do with Jake’s plagiarism case. Oh, there was punishment involved, to be sure, but it was completely irrelevant to what happened here.”

My heart immediately skipped several beats. Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! What the fuck had I done? Instead of sending Jeff a copy of the plagiarism narrative, I had attached a draft of an erotic story that I’d written for someone else. Holy fucking fuck was I in trouble! At the very least, I was about to get fired, but if I was lucky, Jeff might let me finish the semester.

“Oh my God, no! I can’t believe I did that. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. That file shouldn’t even have been accessible to me at work, but it was on the same flash drive as Jake’s plagiarism narrative.” Hot, angry, embarrassed tears streamed down my cheeks as I continued, “Dr. Harrison—I mean—Jeff, I’m really sorry. I know that you won’t offer me future contracts because of this, but please let me finish the semester. It’s so difficult for students and instructors when someone new has to take over a class. I know because I’ve been there. Please let me stay.” casino siteleri

“Amanda,” Jeff said, “I’m very disappointed in you. I don’t know you very well, but your full-time colleagues in the English department tell me that you’re one of our most highly-respected adjuncts. Believe me when I say that I want to continue to offer you courses in the English department, but I simply can’t allow what you’ve done to go unpunished.”

“You’re the only one who knows about this,” I stated flatly. “I didn’t copy anyone else on that email. What’s going to happen to me? Are you going to suspend me for a few days? Will I be offered fewer classes in the spring?”

“After reading that story you sent, I think you and I can work out a trade that will be, shall we say, mutually beneficial to both of us,” Jeff replied, glancing meaningfully at me.

I’ve been told that I’m oblivious to flirting and come-ons, but I immediately took the hint. “Wait! That was just a story! A fantasy!” I insisted. “I wouldn’t do anything like that in real life.”

“Well, that’s too bad,” Jeff replied. “I thought you enjoyed working at Riverbank.”

“I do enjoy working here! I graduated from this school almost 20 years ago! I like the students. The students like me. My classes fill up quickly even though I have a reputation for being strict. My colleagues respect me; you said so yourself. I don’t want to do anything to compromise that.”

“You don’t want to do anything to compromise that?” Jeff asked, punctuating his mimicry of me with a contemptuous snort. “Then I think you need to do as I say. I had no idea that you were such a dirty little slut. But I guess I should have known. You nerdy-looking types usually are. I like that a lot.”

I looked down at my lap; I just couldn’t make eye contact with Jeff. The story that I accidentally sent him was a fantasy, but it could have happened. At that point I was willing to agree to almost anything Jeff asked of me in order to end this conversation. “What would you have me do?” I asked, shrugging weakly.

“That remains to be seen, little girl,” Jeff replied, “but I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together. You’ll be hearing from me in a few days.”

And on that note, he got up, opened my office door and put the door stop back in its place, and walked out, whistling nonchalantly as he entered the hallway. I ran to the ladies’ room, where I dissolved into a tearful mess, attempted to compose myself before my next class, and wondered what I had gotten myself into.

I didn’t have to wait long to discover what was in store for me. Two days later, a message from an unfamiliar Gmail address appeared in my inbox with the subject line “Question about the assignment.” I clicked on it, assuming that it was from a student who was having trouble accessing his or her official Riverbank student email account. I was instead greeted with the following message:

“Good morning, slut. I hope you haven’t forgotten about our agreement. I’m assuming that a dirty girl like you has a lot of toys. Am I right about that? Tomorrow I expect you to wear a skirt or a dress to class. You will slide a vibrator into your panties, and you will drive to campus with that vibrator torturing your clit. You may not cum while you are driving. Once you are on campus, you may not leave your car until you cum, and you will write a brief story telling me how it felt. I expect to receive a response to this email by midnight tomorrow night. Do not disappoint me.”

My heart was pounding as I read the message, but by the time I had finished reading I had calmed down just a little. I own lots of toys, of course, and driving to work with a vibrator in my panties didn’t sound like too harsh of a punishment. Maybe I could handle these tasks after all.

The next morning I walked to my car ready to get my first task out of the way. I was wearing a white button-down blouse with a red scarf around my neck, a black knee-length pencil skirt, and light blue cotton panties with flowers on them. I pulled the vibrator—a white bullet vibe—out of my work tote, slid it down the front of my panties, and prepared to be deliciously tortured during my 25-minute commute. Every time I switched from the accelerator to the brake, the extra pressure on my clit made me want to explode, but I didn’t cum.

I parked near my building but away from the other vehicles in the parking lot so I wouldn’t get caught by my colleagues or by campus police. I put the car in park and unbuckled my seat belt so I could have easier access to the vibrator. My clit was steadily throbbing at that point, and I knew that I’d be able to cum really quickly, but I didn’t want to cum too quickly. I pulled the vibe away from my clit just for a second so I could use my fingers to feel how hard my clit was. I slid my hand into my panties and slowly stroked my clit a few times with just my index finger reaching down just a bit to enjoy how wet my slot oyna pussy was, and then I let the vibe work its magic.

I leaned the car seat back just a little and let myself get lost in the humming of the vibrator. As it buzzed inside my panties, my clit throbbed and pulsed like it had its own little heartbeat. I started grinding against the vibrator, faster and faster, until my thighs started to shake uncontrollably and I couldn’t stop myself from yelling when I came. After taking a few minutes to compose myself, I went inside to prepare for my first class, my clit still throbbing inside my damp panties.

When I logged on to my work email, a message from the mysterious Gmail account awaited me. “Good morning, slut,” it said. “I saw you sitting in the parking lot this morning. I expect to hear from you by midnight.”

At home that evening, I sent a report of the morning’s activities to the Gmail account. The response, almost immediate, simply read, “Very good, slut.”

Two weeks passed, and I didn’t receive any messages. But then the following message appeared with the subject line “Question about ENG 112 attendance policy”:

“Good morning, slut. Tomorrow you will wear a butt plug while you’re teaching your classes. I suspect that you already own a plug, but if you don’t, you will buy one this evening. In the morning, before you leave for campus, you will take a photo of the plug once it has been inserted and then send the photo to this email account.”

Once again, I felt relieved that I had been given a task that I could handle. Fortunately, I had several butt plugs from which I could choose, and I decided to use my smallest plug, a stainless steel plug with a pink heart-shaped jewel. I went to bed that night feeling slightly less anxious than usual.

The next day I wore a brown V-neck sweater, tan dress slacks, and a pale pink matching bra and panty set; I decided that, because I’d be wearing the plug, slacks seemed prudent. Taking a selfie of my ass with the butt plug inserted was a bit tricky, but I managed to take a photo and send it before I left my house. Again, the response was almost immediate: “You have an amazing ass, slut. I hope that you’re uncomfortably aware of that plug while you’re teaching your classes today.”

And I was uncomfortably aware of that plug all day. I taught three classes and went to lunch in the cafeteria with three of my English department colleagues, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the jeweled plug filling my tight ass. I wondered what my students and colleagues would have thought if they’d have known about my dirty little secret.

As I was leaving the cafeteria building with my colleagues, I saw Jeff walking across the campus green. He stared at me and winked as we passed. I hoped that my colleagues couldn’t see my face burning with shame and embarrassment. A couple of days later, Jeff contacted me through his official Riverbank account to inform me that I was to record a zero for Jake DeVaul’s plagiarized essay but I was to allow him to remain in the course.

Another two weeks passed without further contact. Then the following message appeared in my inbox with the subject line “Research paper rough draft”:

“Good morning, slut. Tomorrow you are to wear white cotton panties. Once you are back in your office at the end of the day, you will masturbate to orgasm. Do not remove your panties. Rub your clit only on the outside of the panties. Using your phone, you will start recording a video shortly before your orgasm. Only your face should appear in the video; I want to see what you look like when you cum. And when you cum, you will call me Daddy. Make sure the panties are nice and soaked when you are finished. Then remove the panties, put them in a manila envelope and send them to me via campus mail. Do not disappoint me.”

The next day, assuming that a dress or skirt would make my third task easier to perform, I taught my classes in a dress that I jokingly refer to as my 50s vintage housewife dress. After my final class of the day, I locked my office door and got down to business. At first I had a lot of trouble concentrating and getting aroused. The stress of the last four weeks and the worry over whether or not I was going to keep my job after making such a huge mistake took their toll in other ways. I’d been having trouble eating and sleeping, for example. Every night after I went to bed, I replayed the moment at which I’d attached the wrong file. Why didn’t I pay attention to what I was doing? Don’t I expect my students to pay attention to detail?

But I also realized that, in spite of the stress of the last few weeks, I was enjoying myself somewhat. I enjoyed having the attention of a handsome, powerful man. I enjoyed knowing that my colleagues and students would be shocked if they knew what I’d been doing. I enjoyed being forced to move beyond my sexual comfort zone. I felt dirty and ashamed, and I loved it.

Leaving my white canlı casino siteleri cotton panties on as I’d been ordered to do, I laid my phone on the desk in front of me since I needed it to complete the task, hiked up my dress, leaned back in my office chair, spread my legs wide with my heels planted on the arms of the chair, and used my right hand to rub my clit outside the panties. I started with a feather-light touch at first, teasing myself in slow, soft circles outside the fabric. With my left hand, I reached into my dress, under my bra, and pinched my right nipple, gently at first, and then harder—almost painfully so. The nipple-pinching made my clit grow harder and throb even faster, almost as if the two were connected. My breath started coming faster and faster, and I moaned softly and uncontrollably, even though I was worried that my colleagues might be in the hallway or in their offices.

I was so tempted to reach into my panties so I could finger my clit more directly and slide my fingers into my pussy, the moisture of which was starting to soak through my cotton panties, but I feared that, even though I was alone in my office, Jeff would find out that I’d somehow disobeyed him. I had been such a good girl up to this point that I didn’t want to disappoint him now. My career now depended upon my ability to perform the assigned tasks to his satisfaction.

As my pleasure intensified, I worked my clit faster, feeling my panties dampen further underneath the circular motion of my fingers. Occasionally I’d stop rubbing my clit so I could pinch it lightly. As my body tensed, my feet slipped from the arms of the chair and my thighs gripped together, squeezing my hand. I started occasionally holding my breath, which up to that point had become rapid, shallow, and ragged. I realized that I needed to start recording the video of my orgasm.

I picked up my phone and, distracted by my arousal, clumsily pressed buttons until I was able to access the phone’s video camera. I held the camera at arm’s length so that my face and upper body were visible, and I hit the “Record” button. “Daddy,” I said, “I’m cumming for you. Oh, Daddy—” At that moment, I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I was overwhelmed by the orgasmic waves overtaking my body. Being forced to refer to Jeff, a man I barely knew, as “Daddy” on camera was both exciting and humiliating.

Once I had shut off the camera and given myself a few minutes to catch my breath, I removed the panties, placed them in one of the manila envelopes that’s used for interdepartmental communication, and left the envelope in the copy room’s campus mail basket on my way out of the building. As I walked to my car, the cool evening air made my still-throbbing clit tingle. I went home, sent my video to the Gmail address, and masturbated again, my face stinging with both shame and pleasure.

An unsigned handwritten note awaited me when I checked my copy-room mailbox the next morning. “The o-face was lovely, slut,” it read, “and the panties were quite aromatic. I’ll be putting them to good use. You will be hearing from me again in two weeks.”

Now it was two weeks later, and I was staring at a message that read, “You need to be in my office in 20 minutes, slut. Do not disappoint me.” Jeff hadn’t yet asked for a face-to-face meeting, so I was afraid of what he might ask of me. I had performed every task he’d required of me to his satisfaction, but I’d never been asked to do anything for him in person. I was encouraged by the knowledge that I had to enter the office of Brenda, his administrative assistant, to get into his office. Surely nothing bad could happen to me with Brenda nearby.

I made my way across campus and entered the building that housed Jeff’s office. As I climbed to the top of the stairs, my heart sank. Brenda’s door was open, but her office was dark. She’d obviously taken the day off. Jeff wouldn’t hurt me, though. Right? He wouldn’t harm me in his office in the middle of campus in broad daylight. I paused outside Brenda’s door, took a deep breath, and approached the door to the inner office. “Dr. Jeffrey Harrison: Dean, College of Arts and Sciences,” the gold-plated sign read. Just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened.

“Amanda. Come in, pet,” Jeff said. “Have a seat.” He closed the door as he motioned toward one of the plush Queen Anne chairs facing his desk. I sat down as he moved around the desk to his own chair.

“I’m not sure what this meeting is about. I thought we’d settled Jake’s case already,” I said, baffled.

“Oh, we did,” Jeff replied. “This is merely a follow-up meeting. I’m waiting for someone else to arrive, and then we’ll get started.”

Now I was truly confused. “I’m sorry—did you just say that we were waiting for someone else?” And at that moment, almost as if someone had planned it that way, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Jeff said, as I found myself face-to-face with a smirking Jake DeVaul, my plagiarizing baseball player.

“Well, this is a surprise,” I stated. “I don’t suppose either of you is going to tell me what’s going on here.” I started to stand up, but Jeff stopped me with a wave of his hand.

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Kelly had invited me over for some steamy sex with her, her husband and two other guys. It was just fucking. Nothing more. All of us in the sex club knew it was just fun. Summer had passed and it was starting up again. Most of us women in the club wanted one man to each woman but some of us didn’t. I didn’t mind. So, Kelly called me. Most of us were in our early thirties. I was thirty-two.

Kelly opened the door for me. She was thirty-five. Cute blonde with a nice figure, long tresses and an ass I’d love to have myself. Jerry, her husband, was fit and his soft face concealed a tiger inside. Mark and Derek were the other two guys. Mark had turned thirty over the summer and Derek was thirty-five. We all greeted each other with a hug and sit on her couches in the living room. Most of the parties were at her house.

Mark had dark hair and a nice tan. He was fit but not muscled. Hopefully, he was good. Kelly said he was but I hadn’t had sex with him before tonight. Derek had sandy-blonde hair and was average build. We had several drinks and talked openly about sex and preferences. None of the men liked anything gay. Her and me both liked lesbian sex so we decided, after getting a buzz from the alcohol, to start the party.

We went upstairs to the two large rooms with three king beds and some couches. It was an attic but they had it floored. It had a bar and lots of drinks. In my experience, getting a little drunk would drop most inhibitions. Talking about an hour before the party, if new people there, would set the mood and let all of us know what not to do.

Kelly was about my height, five foot six inches tall. She was wearing a matching blue chemise and panty outfit with black lace. I was wearing a white sundress and some panties. Clothes wouldn’t last long. My skin was a little flushed from all the graphic sex talk and hers was soft, tan and shiny. The guys sat and watched us.

I kicked off my pumps and glided on the bed. Cotton sheets. White. Nothing fancy. Easier to clean after lots of sex stained them. We kissed deeply. Tonguing. She unzipped my dress in the back and slid it down as we kissed. My hands fell back to hold me up and her red lips kissed my ample breasts. Not huge but round and soft. My nipples hardened a long time ago but her kisses and tongue swelled my boobs and the my nipples were rock hard.

We both looked and the guys were massaging their dicks watching us. Jerry was about nine inches and thick. Derek was probably seven inches or so and not so thick. Mark was thicker and about eight inches. All of them had lust filling their eyes. Just watching us.

With my dress discarded, my hands removed her chemise over her hear and my tongue swirled around on her nipples. She moaned and looked down into my eyes as my tongue danced on her large nipples. She was a D-cup girl. I was a C-cup. My hand slipped off her panties and she laid back. Her husband came over and sat near her head. He stroked her hair as my fingers spread her hairy, but shaven pussy.

Derek sat up near her head and watched. Mark was behind me and he slipped off my panties. My front was down and rear in the air. My legs spread so he could eat me. Kelly moaned loudly as my tongue licked her engorged clit. Mark licked my pussy and stuck two fingers in me. They moved all around inside my cunt. My moans were loud as I licked her pussy.

Kelly yelled, “Oh, fuck, please don’t stop” as she stroked Derek’s rather long, slender cock. My fingers stretched her and my tongue flicked her clit roughly. She raised casino siteleri her knees and her ass into my face as she came. Her juices flowed into my mouth and onto the sheets. She moaned loudly and came hard. Her skin was hot to my hand on her tummy.

Me, Mark and Jerry moved to another bed and she had turned on her front and was sucking the hell out of Derek. He was on his knees leaning back on his legs holding her head and she blew him. She moved up on him and he put his legs out. She slid his cock in her cunt and she happily rode watching us.

I was on my side and sucking Jerry’s monster cock while Mark was in back. He got comfy then asked, “Can I fuck you?”

“Guess so. That’s why we’re here,” I said, laughing. “Give me some cock, big boy.”

He put one of legs bent and slid his cock in me causing me to moan on Jerry’s cock. Jerry was laying there on his back and I just slobbery sucked his big cock. He had stamina. He didn’t want to cum unless he was in a pussy. He rarely did. He just moaned and enjoyed my half-hearted sucking since Mark was fucking me hard.

Mark slipped his hand around and massaged my clit while he fucked me. I stopped sucking Jerry and moved around so he could pile drive me. He eagerly agreed. He put my legs up and they slid around his back. He nuzzled my boobs and sucked on them as he fucked me hard. Loud moans escaped my lips each time he went in. He was good. He nearly went out before he came back in me. He was really working out my hairy pussy. My juices were all over us now.

Jerry had went over and slipped his dick in his wife’s ass. I hated anal but Kelly didn’t care. She just didn’t want cum in it. He mentioned double vagina to her and she said okay. Derek was already cool with it. She laid on Derek’s hairless chest as he hubby slipped his cock in her pussy. She shrieked as both thrusted in her. She moaned hard into Derek’s shoulder as they fucked her like that for about ten minutes. Derek said he was close. He tensed and moaned as he came. He slipped out but her hubby kept fucking hard.

Mark groaned loudly, told me he was about to cum then did. He jerked inside as I moaned and held him. His somewhat hairy chest was on mine. He kissed me as his dick twitched inside me filling me with hot cum. Jerry moaned loudly and came hard into Kelly’s pussy. He had grabbed her both boobs with his hand and squeezed them hard as his cum jetted inside. He fell off and she rolled so I could see her cunt and the cream flowing out.

“God, that was a great fuck, guys,” she said. Dipping her fingers in her cunt and then eating it. Mark had rolled off me and she came over. Mouths to each others pussies. We drank the love nectar still in each other then swapped some cum we didn’t swallow. The guys wiped off their dicks with hand towels as we did each other. All of us stopped for a drink at the bar.

“I love it,” I told Mark.

“Glad. You have a really silky pussy. Usually I can last forty-five minutes but you made me cum hard. Don’t tell the wife.”

“She coming next time?” I asked.

“Yeah. She had to be out of town on business.”

“Sucks.”

Derek was behind me kissing my shoulder and feeling my boobs as the rest of us downed to shot of Jack Daniels. Jerry decided to sit this round out and watch from one of the couches. I told Derek not to be shy and he wasn’t. He pulled me to the bed. His long, slender cock was rock hard again. I sat on my knees away from him and slipped him inside me. He moaned as I rode him.

“He’s a great slot oyna fuck,” Kelly said. “He hits a different spot each time it seems.”

“Yeah,” I said, moaning. “He does.”

Mark eating her out as she sat on a bar stool. Her hubby smoked a cigarette and watched. He loved to watch other guys fuck her. It got him off. She enjoyed teasing him too while do really nasty things to the guy or guys fucking her. She looked at him while cumming to Mark’s eager mouth.

She laid on her back near me and spread her legs. Mark went to fucking her. She taunted her husband, “Honey, do you like watching guys fuck me and cum in my cunt?” Derek was moaning rather loudly. I slowed down to a nicer rhythm lest he explode. I was enjoying his cock. Mark was enjoying Kelly’s pussy. The bed creaked as he fucked her.

Jerry came over and stood so I could suck him. He loved my blowjobs. This time he was in my face and he held my head and face-fucked me. Derek was moaning softly and so was I. Kelly was moaning and laughing. “Jesus, honey, gotta face-fuck my girlfriend?” He grinned.

Yes, I had spent quite a few nights with her and her hubby. Most of the time just with her and hubby watching or alone. Me and her had become great friends and lovers over the last three years. She was great in bed. I really loved her. Jerry enjoyed it so why not?

After another thirty minutes, Jerry cum in my mouth with grunts. He said, “show me!” I did and swallowed at his command. Derek came in me like an eruption. I fell back on him and we kissed as Mark pile drived Kelly.

Mark came out fucking so hard and she held his cock, jerking it, as he spurted all over her chest. He slid back in her and they kissed passionately. We had pretty much gotten that bed all wet with her and my juices.

We all got a drink and wiped ourselves off. Most of us sat at the bar and talked for about half an hour so the guys could rest their well-used cocks. They all wanted to watch me and her sixty-nine on the couch. Usually with more people there was rarely a pause for anything but a drink or two.

She laid on her back and me on top. Her boobs on my tummy and mine on hers felt erotic. My fingers delved into her and her tongue delved into me. She held my ass with her hands and her talented tongue licked my lips and clit. It was a race to see who could make the other one cum first.

My fingers were in and her juices started going everywhere. She yelled, “Fuck!” and started squiring all over. “Damn it.” Jerry slid into my cunt as she licked my clit. I moaned till Mark shoved his cock in my mouth. He stood to the side so Derek could slide in her cunt.

Jerry’s big dick fucked me rough and my juices ended up down his legs and all over his wife’s face. I was cumming hard as I sucked Mark’s big cock. Derek slapped my tits as he fucked Kelly. Eventually, the guys rotated. Jerry stayed in my pussy pumping me like a piston. I got carried away sucking and Derek shot a load and I held it in my mouth then let it drip all over Kelly’s pussy hair and on Mark’s dick. Mark saw it and slammed inside her and came while he kissed me.

“Fuck,” her hubby yelled. “God, she’s got a velvet cunt.”

“No shit,” said Mark. “I could fuck her all night.”

Finally, me moaning with each thrust, he came in me slapping my ass at the same time. Kelly had come all over her upper thighs and cunt. He pulled out and he seed spilled onto her face and mouth. I licked up the cum on her and we sat and kissed at the bar and swapped it several time before she canlı casino siteleri swallowed it. The guys had cheered us on.

We drank Jack for about fifteen minutes then it was blowjob time. Each of the men fucked out faces. Five minutes each then they switched. It was a game to see who would cum first. Whichever girl got the first load had to take the rest and swallow.

Derek blew his load first in my mouth. Damn he said. Mark fucked my face and Jerry fucked his wife’s. They switched when the time came. Eventually, Mark flooded my mouth then Jerry did right after him. Their cum was all over my chin and down my chest which Kelly was only too happy to lick up. She did then fed me the cum with a kiss and I swallowed.

“I need a fucking drink,” I said. Kelly said the same. “Can you guys do it again?”

“Yeah, can you?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah, I can cum two more time,” Derek said.

Jerry didn’t have to say. Mark nodded yes. We drank three more shots of Jack and most of us were drunk or near to it. Jerry wanted his wife to himself for the last one. We all agreed. The other guys said they could cum twice to his once. We headed to the other two beds.

Kelly rode her husband while Derek was under me and Mark was kneeling in-front of me. The two guys ended up fucking my pussy one at a time. Derek slapped my ass hard as his cock slammed in to me. Each guy spent about five minutes or so fucking me before switching. Kelly and me kissed as Jerry had put her on her back.

Moans were all over. Mark got carried away and came in me with a loud moan. Derek took his spot and fucked me hard. He grinded it into me. Kelly’s hand was fingering my clit as he hubby was fucking the shit out of her pussy. Mark got hard again as I sucked him with abandoned. Derek was doing me good.

I was moaning loud on Mark’s cock. Almost whimpering. Derek finally came gripping my ass as he did. Cum was sliding down my legs. My pussy was drenched with cum. Mark didn’t care and slipped in fucking me hard. He grabbed my breasts and we moved together. Derek let Kelly suck him and clean his cock of my juices. Jerry couldn’t handle it and flooded his wife’s cunt with hot sticky cum.

He got up and smoked a cigarette. Derek took his place and fucked her hard. Jerry came back and she sucked his dick. He squirted a load on the side of her head and laughed. She said, “You shit.”

Mark was into me. It was lovemaking almost. I was moaning loudly and cumming and he was just enjoying my cunt soaked cunt. Both the guys fucked us girls maybe another thirty minutes. Before the came, both of us were on our backs. Derek came first and Mark followed. We all kissed each other then Jerry came over and slid into me and came.

We laid there awhile while the guys cleaned up themselves. All of us were glowing from the fucking, sweaty from the sex, and spent. A few drinks and we went down and showered. Kelly and me showered together. We talked and drank some then we went to bed. Then next morning us girls were a little sore and the guys all said they doubted they could come again even if they wanted too. We ate a hearty breakfast of Belgian waffles then parted for the rest of the sunny Saturday. Like always, it was great sex and great fun.

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Note: If you join a sex club, I recommend it have required STD checks a week before a party and on a monthly basis. Otherwise, find another club. I’ve been in sex clubs since around 23 or 24. I’m 33. Be safe. Have fun. Also, make sure your partner is okay with it. If hesitant, they’ll understand. You may just want to watch the first time. It’s not for everyone especially if married.

Let me have your feedback. Based on that I’ll post others. Maybe a Kelly and me story or two. Sorry for typos. 🙂

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