The Island: Pt. 12 – Natassia

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THE ISLAND

Part 12: Natassia

By Gortmundy.

Susan and Natassia were having breakfast and playing footsie. Both wore light summer dresses and were smiling happily in the bright sun as they teased each other under the table. Natassia leaned in and gave the blonde a lingering kiss, “So I hear congratulations are in order?”

“Yea, I finally graduated. Finished the course online.”

“What did you get?”

Susan blushed, “I got a 1st.”

Natassia gave a small whoop and clapped her hands in delight, “That’s fantastic! So, what now?”

The blonde looked out over the blue waters and sighed, “Well, I guess I should get out there and make my way in the world.”

The brunette looked away for a moment before turning back. Taking Susan by the hand she looked her in the eye and smiled, “You’ll do great.”

Susan looked down at her coffee, “Or…”

Natassia sniffed and had to swallow before she felt able to speak, “You can’t just give that up and stay here for me Susan, you worked too hard, “she continued, and her voice was husky with emotion, “don’t get me wrong, I’d love you being here with me, but I’d still feel bad.”

Susan looked up, her blue eyes sparkling as she reached across and gently stroked the brunette’s face, “Well, I was going to say, ‘or I could accept the job offer Portia made me’, but I guess if you want rid of me that badly?”

Natassia stared for a moment, with her jaw hanging open, “What?”

“Well, you know Portia built a school near the village, right? Course, being Portia, the place looks like it was built by a fashion studio and equipped by NASA. There are quite a lot of pupils too. Some travel from neighbouring islands and some log in online using school laptops. Well, Portia asked me if I’d like to teach there.”

“Teach?”

The blonde nodded vigorously, “Yea, I always wanted to teach but I never thought I could do it.”

“Why not?”

Susan blushed, “I didn’t think I was smart enough; I honestly didn’t think I’d get through my degree.”

“But hang on a sec, you got a 1st?”

“Yea, but Helen and Portia tutored the shit out of me. Did you know Helen has a Master’s in business psychology?”

“I knew she was pretty smart, and a bit of a card shark, but no,” admitted Natassia.

Well, she does and trust me if Portia says, ‘study this’ you bloody study it. The woman can be terrifying.”

“I bet.”

“So, anyway, Portia says I can teach at the school, but only if I properly qualify first. It means doing a teaching degree and learning a couple of languages, including the local one, but providing I get a good enough pass I get the job. Did you know she hired some famous professor guy to run the school, I mean he’s old and semi-retired; actually, he looks like he should be teaching at Hogwarts to be honest, but he’s working on some kind of research project involving teaching kids in remote regions or something and if I can impress him, I might get to be his research assistant.”

“What’s a good enough pass?”

“Well Portia is friendly and all and says she would happily let me stay here as her guest forever, but she only employs the best. She made that very clear. So, I’d need to pass with honours.”

“Think you can do it?”

Susan grinned, “Well, I never dreamed I’d get a 1st. I think with a lot of help I might actually have a shot at it,” giving the brunette a sly smile, she added, “but of course, now I know how much you want rid of me I don’t know if it’s worth the bother.”

Natassia pulled her in for a long, lingering kiss and whispered, “You’re being very naughty, and when we get back to the room, I’m going to make you pay for teasing me you know.”

Smiling the blonde murmured, “You better.”

They were interrupted mid-kiss when Kady slumped down at the table beside them. The woman poured herself a coffee and sat with her head resting on the table. She looked positively frazzled.

“Hey Kady, what’s up?” asked Natassia brightly.

“Urgh, I need help,”

“You okay? You look a bit worn out.”

Kady looked up and groaned, “It’s Anton.”

Susan and Natassia exchanged glances and grinned.

Natassia gave Susan a mischievous wink, “What’s wrong with Anton?”

“Nothing, he’s bloody fantastic, that’s the problem.”

Susan looked confused, “I don’t understand?”

Kady looked up again and slurped her coffee, “I said he’s bloody fantastic! I can’t keep my hands off him. But it’s like he’s got a permanent hard-on and I’m knackered.”

Both girls burst into a fit of giggles and Kady gave them a mock glare.

“It’s not funny. I try to stay away, but every evening I end up sneaking into his room and he bangs me like a drum. It’s great, I come like it’s going out of fashion.”

“Doesn’t sound so bad to me,” muttered Natassia.

“Yea, but then we cuddle and fall asleep.”

“Still doesn’t sound so bad.”

“But I feel him lying there, all nice and warm, with his hard-on pressed against me and I can’t help tandoğan escort but go down for a peek and there it is, right in front of me, all pretty and everything, and I just can’t resist. I give it a nice little kiss and a minute later we’re at it like bunnies again.”

“Sounds terrible,” muttered Susan dryly.

“It gets worse!” Kady wailed, “you know what it’s like when we wake up?”

“Morning wood?”

Kady couldn’t help but give the girl a dreamy grin, “Mmm yea…” before shaking herself, “yea, so we do it a couple more times before I can grab a shower.”

“Waitasec, a couple ‘more’ times? Jesus!”

Kady nodded and gave the girls a helpless look, “Well we usually end up in the shower together after that and you know how it is.”

“So, he bangs you in the shower?”

Kady moaned piteously, “I usually need another shower just to get over the first shower.”

She looked pleadingly at the two girls, “You’ve got to help me.”

“What can we do?” asked Susan.

“You could shag him for me, tire him out, I just need a night off.”

Natassia sprayed her orange juice over the table as she nearly choked. Susan thumped her on the back until the coughing fit had subsided.

“Sorry, what?”

Kady took hold of their hands in her own, “Look I hear you guys at it most nights. Once you get started it’s like listening to a wildlife program on the telly. If anyone can tire out that randy bastard, it’s you two.”

Susan blushed to the roots and Natassia couldn’t help but howl in laughter. The blonde stammered, “Oh we couldn’t possibly,” looking at the strangely thoughtful expression that was beginning to appear on Natassia’s face, “could we?”

Natassia looked down at the breakfast plates and spoke quietly, “I’ve only ever been with one guy, and he wasn’t good to me. I haven’t been with a man in a very long time because of that and I, well, I just sometimes wonder what it would be like, with a nice guy for once, you know?”

She looked up at Susan with an almost desperate look on her face, “You don’t think worse of me, do you?”

The blonde crooked her finger at her and drew the brunette into a long, passionate kiss that left the girl breathless. “That answer your question?”

Natassia bit her lip, “I’m not doing anything unless you’re good with it Susan.”

Susan tilted the girl’s chin up to look her in the eye, “You saved me, Natassia. After Cortez, if it wasn’t for you, I think I’d have probably just given up and walked into the sea one day. I’ll never think worse of you. Is this something you want to do?”

Natassia looked almost shy as she gave a tiny nod.

Susan slammed her hand on the table, “I’m in!”

Kady looked almost stunned, “Really? You’ll do it then? Oh, thank God.”

“As long as you know this is a one-off thing… probably.”

“I know, look Anton is a sweetie really, he hasn’t done anything wrong and if I didn’t trust you both to be good to him, I wouldn’t be doing this. Besides”, she gave them both a sly smile, “I’m betting you guys are gonna have a ball.”

Susan raised an eyebrow at the choice of words.

Portia looked up from her reader and smiled as Gunter approached, “Good morning, can I get you a coffee?”

The big man accepted the proffered cup and settled into a seat at the breakfast table. “There was a fire last night. Seems one of the workman’s huts on the dockside was burned to the ground.”

“My, what a surprise. Was there anyone in it?”

“I hope not, but at least two men seem to have sustained, hmm, injuries, and oddly enough they have declined to attend the clinic for treatment.”

“Shocking.”

Portia sipped her coffee, “How bad were these injuries?”

“Well, it looks like one fellow produced a knife, so he sustained a rather nasty stab wound. Otherwise just a few fractures, nothing life-threatening.”

“Hmm… So, what do you think is happening then?”

“Well, if I was to hazard a guess, I would say that someone is collecting mobile telephones and eradicating evidence, while simultaneously delivering a message. I also wouldn’t be very surprised if someone were making enquiries regarding a certain fishing boat.”

“What do you think will happen if she finds the thing?”

Gunter gave a rare smile, “Well, I wouldn’t want to be on it I can say that much.”

Portia gave the man a dazzling smile and changed the subject, “I saw Helen earlier, she seemed positively radiant.”

Marta and Florence were arguing.

“I’m not going!” the doctor literally stamped her foot as she shouted.

Florence arched an eyebrow but said nothing.

“You can’t make me go!”, this time the nurse just gave a small chuckle and Marta blushed.

“Please don’t make me go,” She pleaded.

Florence sighed, “Doc. The medical supplies are being delivered today, they arrive by ship, and they include a significant quantity of opiates and other controlled substances. They won’t just hand them over to dockworkers without the signature of tunalı escort a qualified medic from the clinic. I’m not qualified, and there’s nobody else here. So that means you have to go.”

Tears began to form in Marta’s eyes and her shoulders shook, “I just can’t go down to those docks Florence, I can’t.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“But they’ll be there. They’ll see me.”

“Who?”

Marta looked at her feet and her shoulders slumped, “Those men, the men I was… with.”

“Those muppets are part of a gang of two-bob shitkickers who wouldn’t last thirty seconds at a grannie’s bingo night in Glasgow. I wouldn’t worry too much about them.”

The woman looked up and Florence could see she was terrified.

“Doc, you only really have two choices, you can leave the island and put all this behind you, or you can come with me and spit in the eye of anyone who looks at you sideways. I’ll help you either way, but it’s your decision.”

“Florence, please…”

“Do you trust me, Marta?”

The smaller looked at her feet and sniffled, but eventually gave a tiny nod.”

“Then trust me. You. Will. Be. Fine.”

An hour later the two women pulled up on the pier in the clinic SUV. Getting out of the car Marta kept her head down and shuffled along, refusing to meet anyone’s eye while Florence casually stuffed her hands in her pockets and stood alongside whistling a cheerful tune.

Marta whispered, “You need to quiet down.”

Florence glanced at the white SUV with the caduceus symbol emblazed on the bonnet and doors, “It’s no like they’re not gonna notice we’re here Doc. We didn’t exactly sneak up on the place.”

The motorboat from the small cargo ship out in the bay had pulled alongside the pier, and a couple of cheerful crewmen began unloading the crates of medical supplies.

While the doctor signed the various forms Florence joked with them in a dialect she didn’t recognise and casually passed each man a small envelope as they loaded the supplies into the boot of the SUV. All in all, the process took less than half an hour.

“There you go doc. Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy.”

“What?”

Florence sighed, “Never mind. Eyup, company.”

Marta looked up from the last of the forms and froze in terror as four men approached their SUV. They were swaggering, unshaven, rough-looking toughs, wearing torn jeans and oil-stained t-shirts. Each had a large fisherman’s knife tucked into their belt while the man in front carried a vicious looking gaff-hook in his right hand. The doctor almost wet herself with fear and looked at Florence with horror when she heard the woman whisper, “About fucking time.”

The ginger-haired woman casually waved back the two sailors who had begun to move up alongside the vehicle as they saw the men approach and spared the doctor a quick glance, “Stay in the car doc, this won’t take long.”

Marta’s gripped the nurse tightly by the arm and her voice quaked in fear, “I’ll go with them. They won’t hurt you if I go with them.”

Florence looked at the smaller woman for a long moment, “You’d do that, for me?”

The doctor swallowed nervously, too afraid to speak, but she nodded.

Florence grinned, “See. I knew there was a reason I didn’t think you were a complete muppet.”

With a broad smile on her face, the nurse casually strolled to the front of the car.

The large man with the hook sneered, “Thank you, you have brought our whore back to us, and all these drugs too. Excellent.”

“Do you know a guy called Marcus?” The nurse asked.

“Who?”

Florence sighed, “Pity. And no, I’ve not brought your whore back and you cannae have the drugs. Was there anything else or can we get on wi this?”

The man rested the point of the hook against the woman’s breast and grinned, “Well, two whores are better than one anyway.”

The nurse glanced briefly at the wicked-looking weapon and her smile simply disappeared.

Marta saw the change of expression and for a moment she thought, “I think they’ve made a mistake.”

Florence’s hand smashed forward, and her straight fingers crushed the man’s larynx like an egg. He didn’t have time to even gurgle his last breath or collapse before she snatched the hook from his numb fingers and kicked him bodily backwards into the man behind him. Both of them went sprawling in a chaotic tangle of limbs. One of the men still in front of her grabbed for the blade in his belt and the nurse slid forward, burying the hook into his crotch, tearing open his femoral artery. Great pulses of blood dyed his jeans scarlet as he staggered back.

As the man on the ground struggled to extricate himself from beneath his dying companion Florence viciously kicked him on the chin. The doctor winced as she heard the man’s jaw shatter from inside the car, blood sprayed from his mouth and he stopped moving. The last man turned and fled, running as if his life depended on it, which the doctor thought was probably just the case.

The doctor could only stare as Florence got in türbanlı escort the car, she wasn’t even breathing hard.

The nurse gestured casually along the pier, “Shall, we?”

When the women got back to the clinic Marta rushed inside and began closing all the curtains as Florence casually paid a couple of guys on the street to help her carry in the supplies.

“Relax doc.”

“You just fucking killed a man! Probably two. Aren’t you afraid the Police will come?”

“No cops on the island doc.”

“But somebody might come, surely.”

“I doubt it. Those shitbags will have been dumped in the drink by now and nobody will talk to the cops for a pair of scumbags like that. Besides, it was self-defence. They tried to jack the medicine. My witness is a respectable doctor, who have they got?”

“But you killed them.”

Florence grinned, “Better them than me.”

Later that evening Marta was still trembling with fear as she lay on the couch alongside the nurse. Florence’s arm was around her waist, and the doctor could feel the woman’s heartbeat, slow, steady, and regular. The larger woman seemed completely untroubled by what had happened.

“How?”

“How what doc?”

“How does it not affect you? I’m still terrified. That was the most frightening thing I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s a good thing doc. Most people don’t deserve to experience stuff like that. But let’s just say I had a misspent youth.”

“Are you like a secret agent or something?”

Florence chuckled, and replied in a passable Sean Connery accent, “Why yesh, Miss Funnyfanny, the name’s Bond, Brook Bond.”

“I’m serious!”

“No doc, I’m not a secret agent. I just spent a lifetime doing some really stupid shit in some really bad places. Oh, and I guess you could say I’m just a wee bit mental I suppose.”

There was a long pause.

“Doc?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you offer to go with them?”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“But you knew what they were gonna do to you?”

Marta’s voice was a whisper, “Yes.”

Florence sighed and gave the smaller woman a gentle squeeze, “You know doc, you’re in danger of making me like you.”

Anton took a sip of his beer and had just flipped the page of his book when there was a quiet tap on the door. He was dressed in a comfortable hockey shirt and a pair of shorts, and he grinned happily as he ambled across the room to answer, “Hey Kady, I was just gonna put a movie on, can I grab you a bee…”

Susan and Natassia stood in the doorway. They were both wearing short summer dresses and Anton couldn’t help but appreciate their curves and the amount of flawless skin on show. Both girls smiled at his reaction.

The rangy youth blushed and grinned boyishly, “Sorry ladies, I thought it might be Kady, she sometimes pops over about this time, come on in.”

The young man stepped aside and held the door open. As the two women entered Natassia smiled, “That’s okay Anton, we will take that beer though, if it’s still on offer.”

“Sure thing ma’am, two beers coming right up.”

Natassia grinned at him, “Ma’am? After the way you stroked my ass the other night surely, we’re past that?”

Anton blushed as he reached into the cooler and produced a couple of bottles.

Susan stepped forward to accept her beer, “Oh, stop teasing him, Natassia.”

The blonde looked around the room and spied the book lying open on the chair, “Hey, whatchya reading?”

“Game of Thrones.”

“Any good?”

“Yea, sure, I’ve read a few now.”

Susan looked up at the man and gave him a sultry grin, “I watched some on telly, there was a lot of sex.”

Natassia laughed, “Hey! Don’t you think Susan looks a bit like that blonde woman, the one with the dragons?”

Anton blushed, “Nah, Susan’s way prettier.”

Susan smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, “Aww. You’re so nice Anton. I see why Kady likes you.”

“Yea, she sometimes comes over about now, so if you want to hang a bit, I bet she would love to see you. If you give me a sec, I can dig out some snacks.”

Susan shook her head, “Thanks Anton, that would be lovely, but Kady can’t make it tonight.”

Natassia waited until the young man was taking a drink of his beer before she added, “So we wondered if you would like to shag us instead?”

Anton barely managed to avoid spraying beer over the two women and Natassia curled up on the seat laughing mischievously. Susan gave the girl a scolding grin and patted him on the back.

Anton gasped breathlessly, “What?”

“Well, we were talking to Kady and she was a bit disappointed at not being able to come over this evening so she suggested we come instead.”

Between coughs, the young man wheezed, “So she would be okay with it? I mean a guy would have to be crazy not to want to, well you know, with women as beautiful as you two, but I wouldn’t want to go behind her back or anything.”

Susan stepped closer and ran her hand over the man’s chest and murmured, “That’s really sweet Anton, but she’s not only fine with it, it was her idea, I swear.”

The blonde leaned in close, and Anton felt her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress as her breasts brushed against him. She nibbled his ear and whispered, “Natassia isn’t wearing anything under that dress Anton, and I promise, I will give you a blowjob any time and any place for every time you make her come tonight, deal?”

Book Club

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This story is a follow-up to the story “Skin,” published on Literotica on October 23 rd , 2020 (https://www..com/s/skin-19). In that story, Gloria Worthington pursued a relationship with her dermatologist, Dr. Lars Andersson. The result was so satisfying that she became determined to repeat the affair. She tracked down Dr. Andersson’s wife, Joy, and joined the same book club. This is the story of how her obsession progressed.

Mrs. Gloria Worthington III was enjoying the monthly meeting of the book club. She had been a member of the book club for only six months and she was making progress toward her ultimate goal.

That goal was reestablishing a sexual relationship with her only one-time dermatologist, Lars Andersson, and her means of attaining that goal was through Joy Andersson, Lars’ wife.

She had relived that night with Lars almost every day since it happened. She wanted him in her bed and often and she believed Lars was just as eager to fill her passion, and other things. The issue keeping them apart was Lars extremely tight relationship with his wife, Joy, and the demands of his profession. Between them, he had no free time and no opportunity to spend a night away from Joy without considerable suspicion and risk to his marriage. A risk he was unwilling to take.

She had been unable to convince Lars to join a national dermatological group and attend multi-day, out of state conferences. While he understood attending conferences provided the perfect scenario for all night sessions with Gloria, his faith, vows and ethics wouldn’t allow him to deceive his wife. So, the situation was deadlocked at best and non-existent at worst.

Gloria’s sexual appetite was quite large. She had sex eight or ten times a week. She didn’t consider herself a nymphomaniac, just a normal woman with a lustful appetite for sex. She accommodated her sex drive with a main course four or five times a week with her husband, Gerald, and appetizers and desserts with the pool maintenance boy, the club tennis pro or an unsuspecting delivery driver.

However, her recent overnight experience with Lars created a new standard of outstanding sex for her and she was fixated on having sex with Lars more often, even frequently. She was a patient woman whose immediate needs were being met, so she could accept a delay in her quest but she would not be denied.

Gloria carefully considered her options and settled on the only plan that she thought would get Lars into her bed. She would pursue a sexual relationship with Joy and then find a way to invite Lars to join them.

Thus, the membership in the local women’s book club. There were only ten members and Joy was one of them. Each month, one member would suggest a book for them to read during the next month and discuss at the next meeting.

Gloria studiously read every book suggestion and attended every meeting. Every meeting offered her the opportunity to strengthen her friendship with Joy. The friendship with the younger woman developed nicely until, at this current meeting of the book club, Joy and she hugged when she arrived and sat next to each other during the afternoon meeting.

At the end of each meeting, someone was selected to suggest a book to read and discuss at the next monthly meeting. They took turns making suggestions and this month it was Gloria’s turn to pick a book.

“Have any of you heard of Sylvia Day?” Gloria asked.

“Doesn’t she write romance novels?” asked Rosalie, a modest woman about Gloria’s age.

“That’s the genre she been assigned,” commented Gloria, “but her books are more than just bodice rippers,” explained Gloria.

“We don’t usually delve into trash novels,” said Juli, an up-market woman but not so much as Gloria.

“I understand your concern,” said Gloria. “The romance genre has a well-deserved reputation due to the number of trashy novels assigned to it. However, Day’s written over twenty novels, many of them reaching first place on several best seller lists. And, yes, she does include steamy sex scenes common to the rest of the novels. She’s also been translated into twenty-eight languages and her books are available in forty-one countries. I think we should read at least one of her books to see what all the hype is about.”

“I assume you have a suggestion as to which book to read,” stated Juli.

“I’d suggest ‘Bared to You’,” said Gloria. “I believe it was her first book. It was published in 2012 and it’s still around.”

“Okay,” said Jane. “Everyone agreed?”

Nine hands went up. All except Juli’s.

On the way out, Joy asked Gloria what prompted her to suggest a romance novel. Gloria told her she was just trying to spice up the book club a little, maybe get a little passion into the discussions. She didn’t explain that Day’s book was, by one estimate, almost fifty percent sex scenes.

They were back together one month later, all except Juli. There were two new attendees, Jacklyn and Helen. They were introduced to the group and asked ulus escort what attracted them to the book club. Their responses were similar. “When I heard you were reading Sylvia Day’s works, I just had the see what you were all about.”

Everyone had read “Bared to You.” The discussion got off to a slow start. Everyone seemed unwilling to address the more erotic scenes in the novel, until, Helen, asked, “How about that first scene between Eva and Gideon?”

That broke the ice and the discussion became more animated. Within minutes, Clarice, a woman who usually spoke rarely in the meetings, said, “I got wet reading it.”

Stunned silence filled the room, until another voice whispered, “Me too.”

In all, seven of the eleven members of the book club admitted to having a physical reaction to reading the erotic passages in the book.

Gloria was intently watching everyone’s reactions, especially Joy’s.

Joy didn’t say anything verbally but her body language and the way she squirmed in her chair led Gloria to believe the description of sex moved her in unexpected ways.

By the end of the session, all the women were flushed with the effects of the sexual discussion of the novel. They unanimously selected “Reflected in You,” Day’s sequel to “Bared to You” as the next novel to read.

Gloria and Joy left together. They stopped to talk at Gloria’s car.

“That was intense,” said Joy.

“It was an intense subject,” opined Gloria.

“I had so much to say that I couldn’t say in there,” said Joy.

“Could it be this easy?” thought Gloria. “I’ve got time. How about we grab a cup of coffee and continue the discussion?” she asked.

Joy looked at her watch. “I could do that,” she agreed.

“Get in,” said Gloria. “There’s a quiet place nearby.”

Gloria drove them about two miles outside of town. The small café was almost vacant. They got lattes and sat in a private corner where they couldn’t be overheard.

“So,” said Gloria.

“So, what?” asked Joy.

“You had more to say,” prompted Gloria.

“Oh, yeah. That book really grabbed me,” she admitted.

“It’s got that potential,” agreed Gloria.

“I couldn’t put it down,” said Joy. “I read it twice. One night, after Lars went to bed, I … this is so embarrassing,” Joy said.

“Joy, we know each other well. You can trust me. I’ll never tell.”

“Okay. Well, I played with myself until I had an orgasm.”

“Gideon did that for you?” Gloria asked.

“No. I think I relate more to Eva,” said Joy.

“Have you ever considered having sex with someone other than Lars?” asked Gloria.

“No. Never. I could never have sex with another man,” she insisted.

Gloria put her hand out into the center of the table. Joy took her hand. “Another woman, maybe?” asked Gloria.

Joy flushed and gripped Gloria’s hand more tightly. “Maybe,” she said.

Gloria left their hands and the conversation on the table. Things were progressing nicely. She expected a breakthrough within the next month.

In the parking lot back at the book club, Gloria parked next to Joy’s car. As Joy started to get out of the car, Gloria took her hand, pulled her toward her and kissed her. A gentle, good-bye, see you later, kiss. Joy seemed stunned for a moment and then she kissed Gloria back. A fierce, love to see you later, kiss.

Joy got out of Gloria’s car quickly, got into her car and drove away. Gloria sat for several minutes, alone in her car, processing Joy’s kiss. “Maybe,” she thought, “I don’t have to wait a month for a breakthrough.”

Gloria didn’t wait. She called Joy about an hour later when she was home.

“Hi,” said Joy meekly.

“Hi,” said Gloria. “Can you talk?”

“No. Lars is in the other room.”

“Call me tomorrow, when you’re free,” asked Gloria.

“Okay,” agreed Joy.

Gloria could hardly sleep that night. Even unusually vigorous sex with her husband didn’t help. All she could think about was that Joy was on the brink of a relationship and she couldn’t wait to have her in her bed.

Joy called a little after nine the next morning. “Thank you for calling back,” said Gloria.

“I had to,” responded Joy.

“You had to?” asked Gloria.

“Yes. I have no idea what happened yesterday,” she said. “And I need to understand it.”

“I think ‘we’ happened yesterday,” offered Gloria.

“We?”

“Yes. You did say that you might be interested in sex with another woman,” Gloria reminded her.

“I said ‘maybe’,” answered Joy.

“That wasn’t a ‘maybe’ kiss,” Gloria stated.

“No. I suppose it wasn’t,” admitted Joy. “I’m in knots thinking about it. If I misled you in any way, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on,” she added.

“Joy,” said Gloria softy. “I’m not offended. Actually, I’m quite honored. I’d be delighted if there was a ‘we.'”

“God, this is so confusing,” said Joy. “Can I think about it?” she asked.

“Take all the time you want. yenimahalle escort I’m patient and if you decide that we’re not right for each other, I’ll forget the kiss and we can just be friends who like books,” Gloria committed.

“Thank you,” said a subdued Joy.

Joy called back about two hours later. “Can we have lunch?” she asked.

“Of course. Meet me at the Sheraton on Union Boulevard at twelve-thirty. They have a restaurant with a nice lunch menu,” agreed Gloria.

Gloria immediately made a room reservation at the Sheraton with an early check in. She got to the hotel about quarter after twelve, checked in and got a table in a corner of the restaurant to wait for Joy. Joy was on time. Gloria watched as Joy stood in the doorway, looked around the room and started for Gloria’s table.

Joy sat at the table. The women greeted each other. Joy was unable to look Gloria in the eyes. The waitress came to take their order. Gloria ordered a chef’s salad with chicken and an iced tea. Joy ordered the same but with a martini, straight up, instead of iced tea.

“I’m glad you’re here,” said Gloria when their drinks came.

“I’m glad to be here, I think,” said Joy.

“A difficult decision?” asked Gloria.

“The most difficult I’ve ever made,” admitted Joy.

“I can see that,” observed Gloria.

“You can?” asked Joy.

“You’re tense, withdrawn and drinking. What else could it be?” asked Gloria.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to give you that impression. I’m actually happy to be here. I’m just nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before,” confessed Joy.

“Neither have I,” said Gloria simply.

“Really? This is a first for you?” questioned Joy.

“It is. I’m nervous too. Just not as visibly as you,” answered Gloria. “Relax. Enjoy your lunch. There’s no rush and no pressure. Let’s just let things happen naturally,” she suggested.

They ate casually. Joy seemed to relax with every fork full of salad and every sip of drink. Twenty-five minutes later, they were finished with their lunches and drinks and the waitress had cleared their plates.

“I feel better now,” Joy stated.

“That’s good,” agreed Gloria.

“I think I want to kiss you now,” said Joy with a smile.

“I want to kiss you too,” agreed Gloria, “but this isn’t the place to do it.”

“Where then?” asked Joy.

Gloria signed the check and stood up. “Come with me,” she said.

“Where are we going?” asked Joy.

“Upstairs,” said Gloria.

“Upstairs? You have a room here?” asked Joy.

“Not all the time. Just for this afternoon,” answered Gloria.

“You knew we were going to need it?” asked Joy.

“I knew why we were having lunch, not necessarily whether we were going to need the room,” stated Gloria.

On the eighth floor, Gloria led Joy to room 823 and held the door open for her. She followed Joy into the room and closed the door. When Gloria turned around, Joy was sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands between her thighs.

“Now what?” asked Joy.

“This is the when,” said Gloria. “The ‘what’ is that kiss you wanted downstairs,” she reminded Joy.

Gloria helped Joy up again, put her hands on Joy’s hips and leaned in for the kiss. Joy hesitated for a second and then met Gloria’s lips with hers. The kiss started like the first kiss in the parking lot the day before and ended like the second kiss that same day. Joy’s lips opened slightly and Gloria ran her tongue between them. Joy relaxed into Gloria’s arms and pushed her tongue into Gloria’s mouth.

Joy tensed slightly when Gloria’s hand cupped her breast but relaxed again when Gloria’s thumb found her nipple through her blouse and bra. They stopped kissing for a moment. Gloria continued to palm Joy’s breast for a second and then dropped her hand.

“God,” commented Joy. “Don’t stop now.”

Gloria didn’t stop. Joy watched, smiling and fascinated, as she began to unbutton her blouse. She pulled it from the waist of Joy’s skirt and unbuttoned the cuffs on the sleeves. “May I?” she asked as she began to push the blouse off Joy’s shoulders.

Joy nodded and Gloria removed her blouse and tossed it on a nearby chair. Before Gloria could ask again, Joy reached behind her back, unhooked her bra and tossed it on the chair on top of her blouse.

Gloria viewed Joy with her mouth agape. She stepped back a half step to get a better view. “Your breasts are magnificent,” she said.

“Thank you,” responded Joy. She took a half step toward Gloria and reached for the top button on her blouse. “May I?” she asked.

“Please,” said Gloria.

Seconds later, Gloria was standing in front of Joy, also naked from the waist up. “I love your breasts,” commented Joy.

“Thank you,” said Gloria.

They embraced each other and kissed again. They pressed their breasts against each other and felt each other’s nipples harden as they kissed.

When they paused to take a breath, Joy held one of her breasts in her hand and rubbed her nipple on Gloria’s nipple and then over her breast’s surface before returning to her nipple.

“Oh, God,” exclaimed Gloria. “That feels wonderful.”

“It does, doesn’t it,” said Joy and she took another tour of Gloria’s breast with her nipple.

“There’s more,” Gloria reminded Joy between halting breaths. “Let’s get the rest of these clothes off,” she suggested.

Joy didn’t need encouragement. She was naked and in the center of the bed before Gloria’s panties hit the floor. Gloria crawled up on the bed beside Joy and embraced her. They kissed, pressed their breasts against each other and their au naturel genitals against each other’s hips. They wrestled around on the bed, lost in each other’s bodies. Gloria ended on top of Joy and began to kiss her neck and shoulders.

Joy relaxed and moaned softly as Gloria expanded her exploration of her body. She gasped when Gloria reached her breasts and held her breath when Gloria sucked on, first one nipple and then the other.

“Oh,” hissed a frustrated Joy when Gloria abandoned her breasts and continued to kiss down her body. Her elation returned when Gloria separated her pubic hair with her fingers and kissed through the part to the top of her crevice. Joy’s clitoris was waiting and Gloria took advantage to suck it between her lips.

Joy reacted reflexively and then settled on the bed. She wasn’t a novice to someone sucking on her clitoris. Lars was a frequent visitor, but this was different. More gentle. More caring. More aware of what she was feeling and what she wanted. Gloria wasn’t trying to give her an orgasm, although what she was doing was certain to produce one. She was leading them down a path of maximum pleasure for both of them.

When Joy’s orgasm hit, it started from the core of her body behind her heart and progressed to envelop her entire body. Her eyes closed, her legs stiffened, her toes curled, her back arched, she held her breath and her mind went dark as her body thrashed on the bed. When Joy next was aware of her surroundings, Gloria was lying on top of her, her head on her abdomen and her arms around her hips.

“That was amazing,” she managed to say.

Gloria turned her head to look at her. “I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she said.

“I had an orgasm,” said Joy.

“So did I,” said Gloria.

“You too? How was that possible?” Joy asked.

“Your body. My body. Our bodies. I was so involved with your body I lost control of my own. I don’t think it was possible for you to have an orgasm without me also having one,” guessed Gloria.

“Do you think it would happen again if our positions were reversed?” asked Joy.

“I don’t doubt it,” said Gloria as she moved up on the bed to kiss Joy. “But I need a rest before we try,” she added.

Over the next few hours, Joy and Gloria, discovered many other ways to pleasure each other. Joy did explore Gloria’s body with kisses with a similar result. They also capitalized on the use of fingers and tongues inside and outside their bodies and how to position themselves to provoke each other to orgasm simultaneously.

Near four thirty, Joy said, “I hate to spoil this party but I have to get home before Lars. I’m always home when he gets home and we eat dinner together.”

“I’d stay with you all night but I understand your commitment. Go and be domestic,” Gloria said.

“All night is really appealing but I don’t see a way that could happen. I’ve never spent a night away from Lars,” Joy commented.

Gloria could think of one night Joy was without Lars but she kept silent. “Are you going to be okay with dinner?”

“I’m fine. I did all the preparation work before I left. All I have to do is assemble and serve. Thanks for understanding.”

Gloria watched as Joy cleaned up in the bathroom and got dressed. They kissed for a final time and Joy left for home. Gloria showered, removed a clean pair of panties from her purse and got dressed.

Driving home, Gloria thought about how to spend all night with Joy. The afternoon with Joy had been more pleasurable than she anticipated but she still wanted to get Joy’s husband, Lars, into bed. She concluded that the only way that would be possible if it were with both Joy and Lars although she didn’t have a plan to manage it, yet.

Gloria had an idea before arriving home. The next book club meeting was in a month and Joy was on point to suggest the next book to read. Gloria did some research and called Joy about a week later. She suggested that Joy should propose reading “The Miseducation of Cameron Post” by Emily Danforth. When asked, Gloria told Joy the story was about growing up lesbian in mid America during the ’90’s.

Joy was immediately suspicious. “Is this choice influenced by our relationship?” she asked.

“I hadn’t thought about it that way. That may be why I was drawn to the story. However, Silvia Day books we’ve been reading have led to spirited discussions and I thought this story might offer even more fuel to the discussions,” explained Gloria.

Joy read the book and offered it as a suggestion as Gloria recommended. The group exhibited some nervousness about the topic but, eventually, approved of Joy’s choice.

Nudism and Academic Politics 01

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When Frank and Susana Kestler were living in Florida, they practiced naturism on a regular basis with some enlightened colleagues. They were reluctant at first, but after a weekend “tryout” sponsored by their friends (who were members), they became active participants in the “anti-textile” way of life. There were many sunny days in Florida that made naturist exposure to the elements a pleasurable experience. They took advantage of the weather and proximity of the nudist colony to satisfy their desire to shed their clothes and social inhibitions at the same time.

Their story is an interesting tale of random encounters and scholarly endeavors meshed together. It all started on a French beach in the South of France during a summer vacation.

Neither had been raised in an open-minded household, but naturism became for them a “secretive” way of life after some very liberated and professionally important friends introduced them to the nudist (or naturist) style of living in one of the nudist colonies in central Florida.

It wasn’t the first time they had sampled public nudism; in fact, they had spent part of a summer vacation traipsing around in the buff or “all together” at Cap d’Agde in southern France just after graduating from college. It was a life-altering experience.

Nudism would eventually become a refuge from the complexities and stress of their academic lives. They were a loving and talented couple, seeking a way in central Florida to replicate the intensity of their slightly wayward youth abroad. Here’s their story:

Oddly enough, as mentioned above, they had met on a nudist beach in France. It was an experience that Frank would never have imagined in America. He was from southern Georgia (a small town not too far from Savannah) and Susana was a graduate of Wellesley College in the Boston area. They met when studying abroad in France–they were both Fulbright scholars in Strasbourg, France, right at the German border. They were hard-core Francophiles who wanted to experience every aspect of French culture…both the bawdy life style of the Mediterranean coast and the unforgettable masterpieces of French history and literature.

Their initial encounter took place on the Riveria, or the Côte d’Azur, where they were vacationing with friends. Frank was traveling with German-speaking classmates from Strasbourg who were naturists…members of the FKK (German Nudist Association) and who were very open to going nude on European beaches and even at public parks where it was permitted in Germany.

One day, during their summer holidays in the South of France (le Midi), Rudy Heinrich, who came from Stuttgart, invited his American friend, Frank Kestler, to visit Cap d’Agde, which was a well-known nudist beach and famous for its moral laxity and public display of sexuality. Other beaches in the area were more receptive to family life and limited any flagrant display of nudity. Normally there would be a prominent sign announcing: le nu intégral est obligatoire au delà de ce point…or no clothes, butt naked please beyond this point.

Clothing was optional on many beaches along the Mediterranean coast. Sunbathers could choose to wear a bathing suit (un maillot de bain) or–if female–to go bare-breasted. Some, more audacious, did wander around completely nude, together with those wearing a bathing suit, but this was not common.

Coming from southern Georgia, but being somewhat daring at twenty-three years of age, Frank accompanied his buddy Rudy Heinrich into the “nu intégral” area at Cap d’Agde, equipped with a bathing suit (as a back-up), a bottle of sun screen, a large towel, bottled water, and beach blanket. He was also wearing a broad-brimmed hat to protect his head. He was fair-skinned and blond; as a result, he fervently hoped that sun screen would not let the rest of him roast in the summer sun.

He didn’t know what to expect. Rudy assured him that it was like a huge outdoor party of sun lovers. Just enjoy yourself! You’ll meet some good-looking girls!

Rudy Heinrich was used to taking off his clothes in public and he paraded around with a fashionable ease, jumping into the water and then stretching out on the sand, exposing himself to sunshine and curious stares.

Rudy had carefully applied sunscreen to all portions of his body, in particular his pubic area. Frank, who was circumcised, noted that almost all European males were not “snipped.” Many of them were tanned to a deep brown color and seemed fashionably trim. Very few naturists were heavyset or obese. They felt very much at ease in the nude or “bien dans leur peau.”

As they were soaking up some rays at Cap d’Agde, Frank noticed a group of young women strolling by au naturel. He was surprised to see how relaxed everyone seemed. There was no sign of shyness, no one tried to cover up body parts, and they were not particularly interested in Frank Kestler or Rudy Heinrich.

One of the girls was, by her accent, an American, although she spoke very fluent French. mamak escort Her companions seemed to be native speakers. Being a young man, he also noted that the American beach walker was very attractive. She had large breasts that swayed as she walked; the French girls had smaller “nichons” (breasts) but very round hips and shapely legs.

The American girl was much taller with long legs and an athletic body overall. She had probably been a volley ball player in college or some other type of athlete. She looked a little older than an undergraduate, e.g. a third-year abroad American student who would be studying French culture in all its various aspects.

None of them were shaved in the pubic area. At that time, it wasn’t something that European women did. They had a very natural appearance all over their bodies. A few didn’t even shave their legs or armpits.

Later when he thought about it, Frank didn’t know why he stood up, very nude, and approached the American girl as though walking toward her on an American campus. He remembered saying something really stupid, even embarrassing: “Hey, I hope you don’t mind if I walk with you a while. I’m an American, studying in France. I haven’t seen someone from back home in a long time.”

The American girl…whose name he later found out was Susana…looked at him in surprise. She answered in French, “Eh bien, je suis contente de savoir que tu fais tes études en France, mais moi, je me promène sur la plage avec mes copines maintenant.” (It’s nice to know you’re studying in France but I’m with my friends now walking along the beach).

Frank, copying the cruising habits of the French guys he knew, persisted, “Je m’appelle Frank . Comment est-ce que tu t’appelles?” (I’m Frank. What’s your name?).

Susana gave him a funny look and turned away. Her French friends began to giggle. “Celui-là, c’est un mauvais dragueur.” (He’s not very good at this, is he?). “Eh, mon pote,” they called out, “nous nous promenons. Laisse-nous un peu tranquille, veux-tu?” (Hey, guy, we’re walking on the beach. Enough of this. Bye, bye.)

Frank sensed he was getting nowhere with the French girls, but Susana seemed a little interested. She gave him a quick smile but continued to walk with her friends. She looked over her shoulder as they walked away. Frank had the impression he had just met someone special.

Frank noted that she had a very tight, curvy rear end. French guys must be after her all the time, he imagined. She had light brown hair and an innocent but sexy look about her. Southern girls–certainly not from southern Georgia–would never be seen walking butt naked on a French beach and talking to strangers in the nude.

I wonder what she thinks of me? he asked himself. She didn’t stare but she must have sized up my masculinity, which was above average…competitive with what he was seeing on the beach. The European males weren’t circumcised but he had been. In a manner of speaking, he stood out among the natives. No, he wasn’t Jewish. A lot of the people who saw him on the beach thought he was.

At that moment, his dilemma grew more agonizing. He really liked her; he had to do something to get her name and where she was staying. He ran back to Rudy and told him that he was going to follow this girl and see if he could get her name and some information.

Rudy laughed. “Happy hunting, mein Freund. She’s a beauty. She’ll just brush you off for a French guy with a big cock. They really know how to seduce women, die Franzosen. Viel Glück! (Lots of luck)”

Frank ignored Rudy’s advice and jogged back to be with the American girl. When he caught up with her, she switched to English and moved a little closer toward him. “What are you studying in France?” she asked.

Frank sighed. At least she’s speaking to me! “I’m a Fulbright scholar. I’m studying international relations in Strasbourg. ‘The rise of fascism in Europe from the nineteen-twenties to the present day.’ That’s the subject of my thesis at the university.”

“No kidding. I’m a Fulbright too. I’m concentrating on right wing authors in Europe during the rise of fascism. Basically, I’m majoring in French and European studies, also at the university. I studied German too in college. Funny coincidence.”

All of a sudden, he mentioned a book he was reading about the Occupation of France, and they started an animated conversation.

The French girls waved and went in another direction. “Bonne chance avec ton pote, ma puce. Attention. Il est séduisant. Assure-toi qu’il mette sa capote ce soir.” (“Good luck with your guy, dearie. Be careful, he’s good-looking. Make sure he wears a condom tonight.”)

Frank was a little puzzled. “What’s a ‘capote’? A raincoat?” Susana broke out laughing.

“No. That’s something that you should put on down there…she pointed at his penis…when, you know…”

“Wow. They’re hard to get in small towns.”

“Not really. If you know where to go. ofise gelen escort They tell me that both girls and boys bring them to Cap d’Agde…for obvious reasons.”

She smiled knowingly. The sun was now starting to go down and her breasts took on an earthy, warm glow as they swayed with her movements. She was really built, Frank thought, as he sized up her body.

“You really are pretty, you know.” God, he thought, was that gauche or what? She must think I’m from the boonies.

Susana laughed at his remark. “Really, that’s not a very effective line. I bet you say that to all your girlfriends.”

“No, I really mean it. We just met, but I like you.” He paused briefly. “Is there any way I could get your address or a cell phone number?” She didn’t answer right away but by the same token didn’t say anything discouraging.

“Do you feel like sitting down somewhere? I’ve been walking for about two hours. I’m getting a little tired.” She stopped and looked around. “This is a good place to people watch.”

Frank spread out his towel and said, “This is all I’ve got. It’s a little small for two people.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t sit down right here, okay?” Susana was somewhat leery of being that close to her new American companion.

“Look, if you don’t mind, I can run back and get my blanket. I’m here with a German friend. It’s plenty big for two of us.”

She nodded and sat down to wait in the sand. Several passers-by looked at her with interest, assuming she was alone. She shook her head when they asked her to take a walk with them. Two of them had erections and were overtly trying to draw Susana’s attention. She turned away and snickered. Frank quickly returned with his blanket and they continued to walk very slowly toward the dunes.

Frank noticed that many young couples had also begun to walk toward the beach dunes where people were congregating, probably to smoke pot and do other things. Many of them were holding hands or had their arms wrapped around their waists. There were clusters of young people sitting together with cigarettes, water bottles, and food containers. It gave the appearance of a big picnic in the dunes.

Susana stopped when she saw the groups of young sunbathers.

“Look Frank. At this beach, people come here to hook up at the end of the day. Sometimes it’s just a beach party which would be fun. I think, however, we’re going to see some pretty hot stuff–really heavy body to body contact–in a little while when the sun starts to go down.” She didn’t indicate she wanted to leave. She had just warned him, an innocent American student in France, about the sexual habits of the French who sunbathed at Cap d’Agde.

One couple had already begun to caress each other. She was lying across his lap and he was massaging her breasts in full view of everyone. She was rubbing his legs lazily and he would occasionally lean over to kiss her. Other couples had begun to arrive; what seemed to be a collective swingers group was taking form.

“Look, Susana (Frank had managed to get her first name), if this makes you uncomfortable, maybe we should go someplace else.”

Susana looked at him and then at his penis, that was beginning to come erect, little by little.

“Let’s stay a while and see what happens, southern boy. After all, this is France, where love is everywhere, especially at Cap d’Agde.”

Frank got the impression she was testing him, trying to see how far he would go. There was a strange electricity in the air, a sort of public sensuality that made people ignore their normal moral reticence and free up the primitive side of their character.

She moved a little closer, looking him directly in the eyes. He extended his hand and brushed back her long brownish hair. She moved forward until their bodies touched. She then slowly cupped his face in her hands. They embraced tentatively at first and continued with a growing passion.

He quickly moved his hands down to hide his penis which had come erect as she stroked his stomach.

“Look, I don’t have a ‘capote’ so let’s sorta take it easy right now, okay?

“Well, there are more ways to skin a cat, as they say.” Frank looked at her in a puzzled manner.

“Okay, that means?”

“Let me show you one way.” She reached down and grasped his erect penis and began to stroke it gently…in the same way others were doing nearby. “My, my, that got pretty big, pretty quickly!”

Frank lay back on the blanket to give her room to rub his abdomen and continue her fellatio. He reached over and began to caress her breasts and pubic area. Nearby, girls had begun to utter long moans and even shrill cries as their love-making became more vigorous. Frank glanced briefly to one side and could see several men penetrating their girlfriends from the rear, les prenant en levrette, as the French said.

“They use that position to protect themselves from the sand,” Susana said in a matter-of-fact otele gelen escort way. “You really can’t do missionary style unless you have a way to wash off.”

At that moment Frank became aware of how sophisticated Susana was. How many times had she done this: come to the nude beach, picked up a stranger, and had sex with him in a swingers group? He needed to learn a lot about this very desirable, very aggressive woman he was fondling and captivated by. Coming from the Boston area must be a liberating experience in all facets of life. This openness was not allowed–not by a long shot–at Jeckle Island or on the Carolina beaches close to where he lived.

Frank pulled her down next to him on the blanket. “I feel great. Don’t stop, it’s really good. You’ve done this a lot, I guess.”

“You’re no puritan, from what I gather, southern boy. How many Southern belles have you had…Combien en as-tu dépucelé? (How many cherries have you popped?), Susana added in French. “They must have enjoyed it from the size of this thing I’ve got in my hand.” She took the shaft of his penis, squeezed it, and then shook it from right to left. She was smiling at his reaction.

They were blending in with the beach swingers now–in full sexual mode.

“Hey, how do want to handle this?” Frank asked. “Do I do you..you know, suck your clit and those things…or do you make me come? Are these your alternatives?”

“Wash your mouth out with soap, my Confederate love bug. Let’s try both of the above and see how things turn out.” Susana bent over and began to suck his penis aggressively with a distinct smacking noise. Frank positioned himself in a 69 posture, soixante-neuf, and licked her clitoris as she was stroking his erection. He noticed she was very moist and his face was getting covered with her juices.

Susana chuckled and wiped his face with the towel. She kissed him and ran her tongue around his lips. Her hands felt like silken gloves going over his skin.

All around, people were walking nude; the men had full erections and the women were lying on blankets, spreading their thighs as an invitation. There were couples going from one group to another. Cries of pleasure and orgasms could be heard all over.

As Frank was beginning to enjoy himself, a young couple came up and lay beside them. The woman reached out and rubbed his abdomen while the man squeezed Susana’s breasts. “Eh bien, ma belle, tu me fais la pipe?” (Hey, pretty girl. Are you going to suck my cock?) The man’s penis was erect, very thick, and placed near Susana’s face.

Frank tried to push them away, but the woman began to tickle his testicles. Her partner was sucking Susana’s nipples and rubbing her pubis. She was passively lying by Frank’s side, seemingly enjoying the foursome. The outsider then spread her legs and attempted to mount her.

“Dégage, crétin. T’es couvert de sable. Ta bite pue! Moi, j’ai pas envie que tu me baises.” (Get out of here, idiot. You’re covered with sand and you stink. I’m not going to fuck you, no way.)

He said something that Frank didn’t understand, but Susana was trying to push him away. He had pinioned her and had his penis at the entrance to her vagina, pushing hard. “Détends-toi. Tu jouiras. Je m’y connais.” (Relax. You’ll enjoy this. I know how to do it.)

“Pas question. T’as pas de capote!” (No way. You don’t have a condom!) Susana yelled. Frank pushed the woman aside and grabbed the Frenchman who was smaller than he was and threw him to one side. “Fous-moi le camp, imbécile.” (Get lost, you jerk!) Frank was proud of his idiomatic French that came into good use. The Frenchman made an obscene gesture and aimed at another couple nearby.

“Ce sale type. Il a failli me violer.” (That son-of-a-bitch almost raped me!) Susana said in French and stood up, shaking her body and large breasts, getting rid of the sand.

“Let’s get out of here, southern boy. We can finish what we started someplace else.”

Frank grabbed his towel and blanket; Susana took his hand as they walked back toward the beach. He noted that his erection was still rock hard and he was very aroused. He could hardly believe his good luck.

“Let’s wash off in the water,” she said and began running toward the Mediterranean that had a silvery glaze over its surface.

In the water, Frank rubbed her body and she wiped the sand off his erection as well as from his legs and abdomen. She then drew him near, kissed him passionately, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He felt his penis plunge deeply into her vagina and she moaned as they moved together, back and forth, at a rhythmic, almost feverish pace. She gasped and clutched at his back; he pulled her closer and closer. He had never experienced sexual pleasure like this before with the girls he had slept with.

They both gave off orgasmic cries that echoed across the water and he embraced her, encircling her body with his arms. Afterwards, they headed back to the beach and stretched the blanket out to lie on.

“Well,” he said, “I guess we’ll think about the ‘capote’ next time.”

“God, that was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. You are good, southern boy. I’m chilled out.” She reached down and fondled his now flaccid penis. He lightly stroked her breasts. She laid her head on his shoulder and they stared at the starry night in wonder.

Sharing Sara

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I’d known Ken for a while through work. He was a few years older than me, in his early sixties and we got on well. It also helped that his wife, Sara, was a knockout. In her early thirties, she had dark hair and a slim figure, with a peachy bum I’d wanted to bite for ages and small tits that looked just perfect when she wore vest tops. She also had very sexy looking feet.

One Friday, Ken rang me and said he was having a party at his over the weekend, just a few work colleagues and would I like to go. I had nothing planned so I agreed.

Saturday was a glorious day and I turned up in the early evening at the allotted time. I rang the doorbell and Ken answered.

“Pete,” he said, “good to see you. Come through.”

I followed him into the lounge when there were two other men. I recognised them from work and we exchanged greetings. Steve was Ken’s age, the other – Bill – had retired.

“Sara’ll be here soon,” Ken said. “Now what’re you drinking?”

The four of us sat around, chatting about work and nothing, for a couple of hours and Ken kept the drinks flowing. By the time the front door opened at a little after ten, we were all a bit tipsy.

Sara came in. She wore a little black dress, stockings and high heels. Her hair was thick and lustrous, her eyes were sexily made-up and her lips were a luscious red. She sashayed into the room, clearly knowing the effect she was having on us and kissed Ken gently on his lips, leaving a trace of lipstick. Her position meant that she was thrusting her bum in my direction and – did she give it a little wiggle? No, I told myself, that was just wishful thinking. She stood up and turned slowly to appraise us all.

“Evening boys,” she said. “It’s a bit quiet in here, shall I put on some music?”

“That’s a great idea,” said Steve, who was sitting by the window. “Let’s get this party going.” He winked at Ken and I caught it. Ken glanced at me and smiled.

Sara put on some soul music and turned it up then, as she backed away from the stereo, began to sway in time with the music. There was a slow beat and she moved her hips, as if enticing every single one of it.

Steve got up. “How about a dance?” he said. Sara gave him a smile and moved close to him. He put his hand on her waist and pulled her tight, their groins pressing together. Steve moved slowly, as if he’d had a bit too much to drink, but as the song went on they were clearly getting into it. I sat on the edge of the sofa, taking it all in. The others were leaning forward too. The song changed and Ken got up. He took over, pulling Sara roughly against him and she leaned her head back with a gasp, grinding her crotch against his.

She looked over her shoulder at me. She’d clearly had a bit to drink but I could see the devilment in her eyes. She was enjoying this and obviously wanted me to as well. Ken glanced at me and winked. There was an air of anticipation in the room and I liked it. I was starting to get very horny.

When the song ended, Sara sat next to me on the sofa and snuggled up against me.

“I think she likes you,” said Ken.

“He knows I do,” Sara purred. She touched my face. “Do you like me?”

“I do,” I said. “A lot.”

She wriggled and I watched as she pulled her dress up so she could open her legs. Her stockings were hold-ups and her skin was pale. She wore a red thong and it was almost completely see-through, showing off the delight of her shaved pussy. There was a wet spot right at the edge of her cunt lips.

“Are you feeling horny?” I asked.

“Oh you wouldn’t believe it,” she replied and pointed at the others. Steve spread his legs, his hard-on clearly visible through his trousers. Everyone, it seemed, had a bulge in their trousers, even Ken.

He came over and knelt on the floor, holding her knees. She sucked her finger as she looked at him then looked at me.

“Do you want to touch me?” she asked.

I began to rub her pussy through her thong. Sara rested her head on my shoulder and started to moan. I pressed a bit harder, rubbing from top to bottom, feeling the material of her thong slide against her lips. It felt wet and hot. Sara licked her lips and rubbed her hand against my crotch. My cock felt like it was going to explode.

“What do you think of the view?” Ken asked.

The others all agreed they were loving it.

“I want some cock,” she said. Her voice had taken on a sultry edge and as she looked at me, she bit her lip. I pressed my thumb against her clit and she gasped.

Pressing rus escort herself back against the couch forced Jeff, who’d been sitting on the other side of her, up and out of the way quick. He already had his cock out and was slowly stroking it as he watched her.

Sara laid down and opened her legs, putting one up against the sofa back to give us all a good view. She slowly slid her hands over her tits and then pulled the dress up past her belly. She put her foot in my lap and as I began to massage her toes, she rubbed her sole against my straining hard-on.

“Fuck me,” said Ken.

“Do you like that?” Sara asked. “You’re the foot man, aren’t you?”

“I am,” I said. “I fucking love it.”

She rubbed her pussy through her thong and I saw the juices start to soak through. She smirked and asked if I wanted to see more. I told her yes and she put her other foot to my face. I licked her big toe and made her groan.

Someone else said “lucky bastard” and I could only agree.

Sara slowly pulled the wet thong to the side and her pussy glistened in the light, the lips looking swollen and eager. I don’t think I’ve ever known a woman get so wet so quick. Her clit stood proud and I leaned forward to brush it with my thumb. She shuddered at my touch and moaned deeply. I sucked hard on her big toe at the same time and she moaned more.

“Fucking hell mate,” said Ken, “you’re really getting her going.”

Sara smiled at him and slowly licked her fingers then reached down with both her hands to part her pussy lips. The juice leaked down from her cunt and into her bum. She slipped in a finger, then another, pushing them both deep. I heard the squelch, saw more juice. She arched her back, loving the sensations she was giving herself and moaned again. Her foot pressed into my groin, her toes playing against the head of my cock.

She looked around the room. “Who wants to join me?”

“Me,” I said, along with everyone else there.

“Get your fucking kit off then.”

We were all up and stripped in less than a minute and I didn’t feel at all self conscious, standing there with my raging hard-on. Bill’s cock was the smallest and she reached out to flick the tip of it with her fingers. Bill shivered as she touched him. Ken slowly stroked his cock and Sara nodded at him and licked her lips. Jeff’s cock made her look twice. It must have been nine inches or more and thick with it. Then it was my turn for scrutiny. I’m an average eight inches with a decent girth but I had something else in my favour.

“Oh I love a bit of foreskin,” she purred.

“Then you’re in luck,” I said.

She wanked herself a little bit quicker at that, her eyes wild with excitement then stood up. She slid her hands under her dress and shimmied the thong over her backside and down her legs. She stepped daintily out of them then lifted the crotch to her lips. Closing her eyes, she licked her pussy juice from the material and smeared it around her lips, then licked them clean.

“Anyone else want a taste?”

Bill stepped forward and she gestured for him to get on his knees. When he did, his tongue hanging out, she lifted her leg and pulled his head forward, pressing his face into her pussy. Sara began to moan as I heard Bill start to lap at her juicy cunt.

Bill was the first to reply. She walked to Bill, stood in front of him on the couch, lifted her right leg and placed it to his side. She lifted her dress, and reached for his head pulling it into her pussy. As Sara began to moan, you could see Bill raise his hand and cup her ass, pulling her hot steamy pussy into his face.

Ken knelt on the sofa and she cupped his balls as he leaned in and began to bite on her neck while massaging her tits. He pulled her dress over her head and I knelt on the other side of her, playing with her nipple. She groaned, deep in her throat.

Bill was hitting the spot as Sara shuddered through an orgasm. When she’d finished, he stood up, his cock leaking and wiped around his slick mouth as he smiled at me and the others.

“Well tasty,” he said.

Sara got up, put her hands around Jeff’s neck and turned him so he was sitting on the sofa. She straddled his face and Ken stepped in front of her, pulling her towards his cock. She slowly slid it into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the head and looked at me. She let go of his cock with a pop.

“Hey Pete, you enjoying yourself?”

“I am.”

“Show me sıhhiye escort how you stroke your cock. I want you good and hard.”

I did as she told me and I watched as she slipped away from Jeff’s reaching mouth and sat on the sofa. He stood up, on the other side of her to Ken. She looked at his cock and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

“Think I can take it?”

“I think so,” he said.

She ran her hand through the white hair on his chest. “Will you gag me with it?”

“As much as you want me to.”

“Oh I want you too.”

She almost sucked his cock in and got most of the way down the length of it. Jeff grabbed the sides of her head and looked at the ceiling as he moaned. Sara started to wank Ken off and Bill got on his knees again to lap at her cunt. She put her legs on his shoulders and her feet were tantalisingly close to me. She wiggled her toes, even though she was focussed entirely on Jeff and his cock. I stepped forward and guided her feet and she wrapped her toes around my cock.

It was glorious.

I watched her, sucking one old man off, wanking another while a third ate her out and then I looked at her feet, rubbing up and down my cock. Her feet felt exquisite and, at the tip of my cock, her toes played with my foreskin. I lost myself to the feeling and watching her, feeling my cock get ever harder.

She let go of Jeff’s cock.

“Upstairs,” she said. “I need people fucking me.”

She got unsteadily to her feet – Ken had to help her – and went upstairs. Jeff followed her, his fingers finding her arse and sloppy pussy. She giggled and ran up the stairs into a bedroom and we followed her in.

Sara grabbed Ken by the hand and pulled him onto the bed. She lay on her back and opened her legs as wide as possible for all of us to take in the beautiful pussy awaiting us. She pulled Ken by his dick and rubbed his cock head against her swollen pussy lips.

“Husband’s privelge,” she said with a grin. “Fuck me, lover, fuck me.”

He pushed into her gently and I watched her pussy lips slowly wrap around his cock, swallowing it. He pushed deeper into her and her back arched with pleasure as she whispered ” oh my god.” Sara’s eyes rolled back in her head and she reached for his bum, pulling him even deeper into her.

Jeff sat on the edge of the bed stroking his cock and Bill stood on the other side, leaning forward so his cock was against her mouth. He pulled him closer and easily swallowed his whole cock. Bill held her head and began to fuck her mouth, making gurgling sounds deep in her throat.

She reached for Jeff’s cock and began to wank him. Watching them, Bill fucked her face quicker and then had to step back, holding his cock tightly and he looked as if he might explode. Jeff took advantage and pushed his cock into her mouth as Ken fucked her harder and faster. She tried to take all of Jeff again but couldn’t quite manage it and tickled his balls.

Ken pumped her harder and faster, both of them grunting with pleasure and then she came, her juices squirting all over his cock. Her eyes rolled again and Jeff pushed hard, more of his cock disappearing into her mouth. She made a gagging sound and he said “yes!” and punched the air.

“Let me try something different,” she said and pushed Ken away. He stepped back and stood next to me.

“What do you think, Pete?”

“I think you’re a fucking maniac, Ken. This is glorious.”

“She loves it.”

“It looks like it.”

Sara held his ears, kissed him gently and pushed him down on the bed. She straddled him, sticking her bum up in the air.

“I like your slim cock Billy,” she said. “I think I could fit that in my arse.”

“Holy shit,” I said.

“This girl’s filth,” said Jeff admiringly.

Sara slid herself onto Ken’s cock and she began to fuck him slowly. She gestured for me to go around the opposite side of the bed to Jeff and started to wank me slowly.

“Come on Billy,” she said, “fuck my arse.”

She took Jeff’s cock into her mouth and he and I watched Bill get onto the bed. He moved behind her and wanked his cock a little to get it rock hard. Ken kept fucking her, but slowed down a little.

“Take it easy,” she said, “let me get used to it.”

I could tell when Bill pushed his cock into her because she winced but the expression was quick and then her eyes were filled with lust. She pushed back against him, winced, then pushed back again.

Bill spit sincan escort and I watched him rub either her arse or his cock. He pushed again.

“I can feel him,” Ken said.

“I can feel the pair of you fuckers,” Sara said and shifted her backside, as if slowly accepting Bill’s cock. Then she seemed to settle and moaned again. “That’s it,” she said. She took hold of Jeff’s cock and licked up and down the shaft then gobbled him as Ken and Bill settled into a rhythm as they both began to fuck her.

Within seconds, you could hear the juices from Sara’s pussy. Her moans and grunts rose into a fever pitch and sweat beaded over her face.

“Fuck me harder,” she cried and they both did.

She looked at me through hooded eyes, wanking my cock furiously.

Bill and Ken continued to pound her and she was almost squealing with pleasure now.

“Nearly there,” Bill said.

“Cum in my arse,” Sara said, her voice straining, “cum in my fucking arse.”

Bill thrust faster, his face red and sweaty and then stopped suddenly. His expression crumpled and he groaned then pulled his cock out and wanked it into her arse. Sara screamed. Ken kept fucking her hard and she wanked me and Jeff off, her head dropping, the pleasure so intense her chest was reddening.

his face reddening and then he slammed to a halt, his expression

Bill flopped back onto the bed.

Jeff held Sara’s head and guided his cock into her mouth. He started to thrust at her and she took more and more of it. She gagged and he pulled out just long enough for Sara to get a breath then jammed it back in again.

Ken kept fucking her. I was worried she was going to wank me off altogether so moved her hand down until she was massaging my balls.

Jeff’s face creased and he closed his eyes. “I’m almost there,” he said.

She kept sucking. When it looked as if he was about to collapse, he grunted “yes” and she released him and wanked him hard against her lips. He came over her face and she slapped his cock against her cheek until there was no more cum.

With Jeff finished, she pushed back and rode Ken until he was almost whimpering with delight. At the last moment, she moved forward and reached down, wanking his cock furiously until he came against his own belly. She moved down and licked it up.

“Fucking brilliant,” he said. He wiped Jeff’s cum off her mouth and she licked it from his fingers. “Fucking brilliant,” he said again as he watched her.

Once she’d licked his fingers clean, Ken and Sara both looked at me.

“You’re on, Pete,” he said and tipped me a wink.

“Give me that cock,” Sara said.

“You sure?” I asked and they both nodded.

Sara began to rub her clit until her breathing got more and more rapid. I leaned forward, held my fingers to her mouth and she licked them for me then I slid them into her pussy. She squirmed as I started to finger fuck her. Once she was panting for breath, I slipped between her legs and put my cock against her pussy.

Her fingers were really moving now.

“She’s cumming,” Ken said.

When she did, with a cry, I slid my cock easily into her pussy. It felt wonderfully warm and juicy. I grabbed her left tit and Ken grabbed the right and I ran my thumb across her nipple.

“Jesus,” she muttered.

I began to thrust into her, my cock buried deep in her pussy. She drew up her legs and put her sexy feet on my chest and I dipped my head so I could lick her toes. I began to thumb her clit and, very soon, she was groaning again as another orgasm swept through her. Her pussy was slick now, the juices flooding my thumb as I kept working on her.

“No more,” she begged.

I let go but Ken moved in and rubbed his fingers over her clit making her scream and arch her back in pleasure.

He kept frigging her, I kept fucking her and she clutched his arm and my hand.

“Let me up,” she gasped, “you’ll kill me.”

We both stopped though I kept my cock in her and Ken helped her move so that she was on all fours. She leaned forward, head on the bed and thrust her bum up in the air. I sucked my index finger and slipped it, every so slowly, into her arse. She squeezed against it and I started to fuck her again.

Sara quickly got into the rhythm and thrust herself against me. Her hand snaked back between her legs and she started to tickle my balls. The sensation – her slick pussy, the noises she was making, my finger in her arse and her tickling my balls – was too much.

“I’m cumming,” I said.

“Cum inside me,” she cried.

I thrust harder and faster. Her fingertips stroked my balls.

I came.

Her pussy rippled against my cock, pulling everything out of me and I leaned forward, kissing the back of her neck.

“Wow,” I said.

“We’re going to have to have you come to more parties,” Sara said.

Coffee, Cake and a Sex Toy

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Coffee, Cake and a Sex Toy

By A. J. Tilbury

Her mouth dry from nerves, entire body pensive with excitement, Jenny opened the front door, clicking the lock onto the latch.

The agreement was to leave the door open at 2.45pm, head upstairs into the bedroom and to prepare herself.

Adding to the heightened sense of nervousness, the mail man delivered daily at around 3pm and had yet to arrive.

“Would he come in?” she pondered, “surely not.” If anything, arriving to find the door ajar, he would certainly throw the mail into the porch. “What kind of a man was he though?” she thought to herself. She didn’t know him.

If he were to venture inside, she would be none the wiser. This added to her sense of sexual excitement greatly.

Thinking everything through, all potentials on what was about to happen, there had never been such a flourishing feeling of being more sexually alive.

The crotch of her panties warm and wet, she hadn’t touched, she could feel the heated, intense sensation between her legs. Inside her chest, heart beating firmly, fluttering ever so slightly faster, she turned and made her way up the stair case, into the bedroom.

This moment had been toyed over since her early twenties. Now ten years on and it was actually happening and my god, how she wanted it.

The desire to slide a hand down between her legs, to tease the juices along her slit and roll her swollen bud in circles with her fingers. “Control yourself girl” she thought, as she breathed out with a needy, desiring sigh.

The first task, the first agreement was that she would wear the black lace and striped underwear, delivered that morning. Full make up, as if on a night out with the girls. Cherry red lipstick and matching nail varnish painted across her fingers and toes.

Standing in front of the mirror she untied her soft, white robe and dropped it gently to the floor. Staring on, studying herself completely, feeling steadily across her exposed, toned and sleek body. Stroking softly from the stomach up to her breasts, nipples swollen and hard underneath the black lacy framework.

The pleasant tingling sensation conjured from brushing over her erect nipples creating a resonating hum of excitement. Travelling on downward into her crotch as she exhaled gently. “He’ll be here any moment, I’d better go get ready,” she walked over to the bed, picking up the blind fold from the pillow.

Positioning herself in the beds centre, she slid the blindfold down across her eyes, pressing to ensure it sat firmly in place. Taking a single pillow to rest her head, she laid back silent.

Now in complete darkness, only thoughts were there to keep her company. Mixed emotions of intense erotic desire, nervousness and fear all blended into one, pulsating through her mind.

This moment was craved, but did she really want to go through with it? “Why so nervous?” Jenny thought. So nervous yet so incredibly, aroused, turned on and wanting. This was her fantasy after all, it had to be played out. No more thinking about it. It needed to be felt, experienced, to be revelled in. Immersed in its hot, sweaty heat. Breathing in the aromas of sex, her body being completely taken. Taken and pleasured in ways she had only ever imagined.

The works party is where it all started. One cocktail too many, inhibitions lost and thoughts shared. Thoughts that steadily turned into a discussion on sexual desires.

A work colleague, handsome, well built and often passing by her desk wafting across mixed waves of sweet smelling, yet masculine scent. Always smelling so good, looking so good.              

A guy of 6 foot tall, with soft brown swept back hair and bright blue eyes. Always wearing a crisp white shirt, hugging against his physique. Just enough definition showing over his biceps, stirring up thoughts on how he might look completely naked.

He was often her fantasy in his own right. A thought used at playtime whilst lying on her bed. A sleek vibrating toy pressed snugly between her legs, juicy and slick. Sending waves of pleasure up into her stomach as she dreamt. A recurring day dream of being back at her place, being taken by him. Taken hard against a wall! Her legs wrapping his waist tightly, underwear pulled over to one side, feeling him slide up inside her, thrusting deeply. She could feel herself becoming wet to indulge in ‘The daydream’, as it was now becoming known.

Sex was almost a distant memory. Six months had passed since a guys naked body had even been seen. Let alone a man finding his way inside her panties. Her body now undergoing some kind of sexual awakening, communicating with her. Telling her what it desired, wanted and craved.

That fateful works party, sipping Mojitos, enjoying chat and laughter, she felt strangely comfortable enough to hand over her innermost, deepest desires. To tell them to ‘him’, a complete stranger. One both attractive and particularly grup escort alluring. Mysterious and undefinable.

Her new found friend was intrigued, more than intrigued. He was engaged and wrapped up in her tale. Across the coming week, texts were shared and ‘the agreement’ was made.

They would indulge her ideas for one time only. Planned out as described, considerately detailed. Her moment had arrived.

Laying silently upon her bed, stroking across the soft skin of her stomach, she edged downwards. Drawn again by the temptation to touch between her legs. “She’s so fucking wet,” Jenny thought, feeling the warm, soaked sensation on the crotch of her panties. “He’ll be here any moment, slow down girl, leave her be.”

She laid back pensively and spread her legs wide, creating an inner feeling both powerful and erotic.              

CLICK! The door latch could be heard from the downstairs corridor and her heart raced. Pounding inside her chest like a flesh driven hammer. Thumping up into her throat as she swallowed, breathing rapidly and listening with a heightened sense of awareness. Feeling like a blinded creature, a sense of hearing amplified in acuity, whilst tethered and chained to the moment.

Foot steps could be heard on the stairway, edging ever closer. With the lightest of creeks, her bedroom door could be heard opening fully.

He was in.

Attempts to slow her breathing seemed futile, mouth open, panting shallowly. “Calm down girl, you want this,” she confirmed to herself. Re-initiating acceptance for a greatly anticipated experience.

A belt buckle could be heard clinking along with rustling fabric, as the man in her room slowly de-clothed. Then nothing. No sounds, no movement, a silence fell upon the room. The soft carpeted floor masking the motions of her companion.

Still with her legs spread wide, two warm, gentle hands touched upon her ankles, stroking up the backs of her calves before sliding across the knees and down the front of her legs. A gentle pull placing both legs together, straight on the bed.

“Did he not want me?” she thought, sprawled open, vulnerable and ready. “He MUST have seen?” seen the outline of her soft pink slit, hued darkly by sexual juices, showing off her readiness.

With the softest of touches a feather began brushing over the pale, smooth skin of her left foot. Lightly and gently, the sensation tantalised its way up along the shin. Over her knee, trickling down the inside of her thigh.

Breathing out gently, head tilted back, embracing the sensation and welcoming the sensual pleasure of what was now beginning.

Cautious to graze against her most intimate area, the feathery soft motion passed up over her hips and across the goose pimpled flesh on her stomach. Travelling gently between her cleavage and ending its journey brushing along her throat, onto the base of her chin.

“Amazing, but unexpected” she thought to herself, believing she was to be ravaged in the moment. Taken hard on the bed in sexual heat.

A calming, soothing temperament began to take hold. A desire for more still steadily increasing.

The soft brush of the feathery strokes trickled their way behind her left ear. Tilting her head to the side to meet its stroke, she exhaled with a mild groan. Her companion fully in control of the pace, the soaked mound between her legs becoming ever more desperate to be touched.

The feather continued to wander across her neck stroking downward, along the length of her body. Again ending just shy of reaching her desiring crotch. A hand gently touched upon the right cheek of her face, beckoning her head sidewards.

Her companion knelt down next to her, fully naked. His solid shaft, full and hard, only inches from her face, lowering himself gently. The soft rounded tip of his throbbing manhood touched slowly upon her lips. With mild surprise she recognised the sensation and released a gentle groan of pleasure. Tongue extended to lick softly, circling its rim, before allowing it to slide deep inside her mouth. Breathing in the scent of that same sweet, yet masculine fragrance. Comforted to know it was certainly him. Now sliding his fleshy tool down toward the back of her throat. Passing her lips back and forth over the swollen length. Head cradled steadily by a strong, supporting hand.

The inner thighs of her legs rubbed together excitedly as the sexual beast inside her began to unravel. Salivating and devouring her companions hard shaft. Tongue extended to lick from base to tip as it slowly withdrew. Sucking and tonguing, embracing her mouth slowly being joyously fucked.

She reached up to grasp onto the base of his shaft as she feasted.

“Remember your rules,” the guys voice whispered.

Her own self imposed rule. This was her fantasy, she was in-charge and had laid out a set of rules in the preceding weeks leading up to this moment.

She iranlı escort was to lay back and be taken. Hands down or hands tied, she got to choose. But if loose, full self control had to exercised.

Without a fleeting thought she raised her arms. Stretching out above her head. The bed dipping as her friend moved aside. Grasping the cold, decorative steel frame work of the head board, holding herself in place.

Soft silk fabric passed over her left wrist, wrapping tightly. Just enough to restrain, comfortable yet secure. Then the right side, she was bound and again feeling very ready. Empowered yet vulnerable. Able to command yet unable to act.

A tension started to rise once again as the room fell silent.

Not 30 seconds had passed, The virtual stranger in the room knew exactly what he was doing. Sexually toying with her mind, playing to the moment. Offering up a required experience.

“Where are you?” she excitedly considered, once again listening acutely.

A motion could be felt at the foot of the bed, his body edging upwards towards hers.

With the lightest of kisses, she felt her left ankle being caressed as it was gently lifted upwards. A kiss upon her calf as finger tips ran along the inside of her thigh. Flesh quivering, preparing for her hungry, longing mound to be touched. Frustration as the stroking ceased at the crease of her panties. Teasing along the elastic fabric, cutting snugly into the fold of her inside leg.

Lips again started kissing along her smooth, soft leg following the line of the finger strokes. Ending with a gentle lick either side of her desperately wanting, tingling hole.

Legs pushed open, parted fully, never more ready to be fulfilled. She felt her panties lifted and pulled across to one side. The air in the room cool and felt instantly on her glistening, exposed lips. Then warmth, warm air being breathed between her legs. Her companion not an inch from her slit. Sensing her frustrations and working them. Toying and playing on the moment.

With a shudder, an instantaneous release, she exhaled deeply as his firm, warm tongue slid slowly up inside her. Licking from the juice soaked passage, up, over and around her throbbing bud. An uncontrollable gentile whimper edged from her throat as the tongue worked attentively along her silky, fleshy line. Downwards and inside, pushing up, drinking her in. Slickly circling and caressing over the hooded clit. Waves of pleasure passing up through her body. Toes curling and feet writhing, pressing down firmly into the bed sheets.

Within moments the sexual tension spiked. Her momentary lover hearing the moans deepen and quicken. Backing off, with a single kiss upon her intimate lips, to stand from the bed.

Laying bound, mouth wide open releasing a steady stream of pleasurable groans she closed her legs once again. Unfulfilled, taken to the edge, left desiring and needy.

The binds of her hands tugged and released, first the left side, then the right.

“Get onto your knees,” his voice whispered into her ear.

Sitting up then turning, still immersed in total darkness she repositioned herself in unison with her companion. Sliding himself onto the head of the bed, sitting back against the headboard. Legs stretched out beneath her.

Now on all fours her curvaceous, rounded behind raised into the air. A sensual feeling coming from the exposure. Back curved, flowing downwards towards the bed. She once again took hold of the hard, throbbing shaft seemingly presented in-front of her face.

The rules of the game once again broken. A care for them now passed as the moment dictated the sexual flow.

Sliding the bell of his shaft back into her mouth, taken it in and tasting all the way down to the base.

The experience of being toyed with so far, as sexually blissful as her hard fuck daydream. The unexpected pace offering up equal amounts of gratification. Now to have him inside her, completing her fulfilment.

Sucking down on his shaft, the base of the bed was felt to move. Her heart thumped HARD and FAST! With a swift jolt, releasing her fleshy mouthful, ready to pounce upwards.

Her companions hands touched upon her blindfold. “Shhhhh, trust in me,” he whispered softly. Sliding his hands onwards, down over her shoulders, onto her back. Stroking her back both softly and reassuringly as he continued to whisper. “You know the safe word right? You are the one in charge here. Whisper the word back to me.” Faces placed cheek to cheek, her voice fluttering as her heart gradually settled.

“Apple,” she replied quietly.

“OK,” said her friend. “You told me how you wanted full attention from two guys. How you didn’t like the idea of it being planned. Today is a perfect time to indulge. You’re in charge here, remember that. Say the safe word and this ends immediately. If you want this, we carry on.”

Reaching towards her face keçiören escort she slid the blindfold from her eyes. The stark brightness of the light requiring some momentary adjustment, as she met the downward gaze of her friends bright blue eyes.

“I need to see to do this,” she exclaimed. His hands still stroking softly along her back as the pair took in a moment between them.

Moving slightly to turn her head, she was greeted by what she considered to be a man of beauty, kneeling behind her.

Short styled blonde hair with smooth, light skin and a toned, rippling body of lean, defined muscle. Naked for all but a large silver watch on his right wrist. A chiselled jaw line, clean shaven and light glassy blue eyes. Staring straight at her backside, his thick, perfectly straight, solid and erect length, of what looked like a full and hard 7 inches. Like a Greek statue, a masculine Adonis, positioned at her entrance ready to fuck her to fulfilment.

Not a word was spoken. All three positioned and ready, awaiting her body language to offer up the command.

Turning back to her friend, now able to assess his own naked physique. Rough, rugged and manly, a definite preference. A full chest of hair, face unshaven, his shaft also still at full attention, thick, pumped and hard. The soft, glistening bell shaped tip, visually larger than she had imagined from touch alone. Again causing a stirring within her as she gave in and proceeded to wrap her moist cherry red lips, down and over it. Kissing and pursing her mouth over the tip, eyes closed, fully enjoying and taking in the sensation.

The bed shuffled behind her as two hands first placed upon her hips, before stroking along the skin of her thighs. Now pressing in, pointing upward between her arse cheeks, the full and hard length of the stranger. Pushed firmly up against her, only moments from entry as once again her heart started to race, thudding strongly inside her chest.

Sliding her mouth down the shaft still gripped in her hands. Now half full and nervously anticipating the second entry to fill her up completely.

Total arousal, desire, lust and adrenaline, her body buzzed with excitement succumbing to the moment.

Her mouth full, she could hear her own excited breath pushing out heavily through flaring nostrils. Releasing a deep, heavy groan never before made by her in any sexual encounter, her belly filled with a wave of ecstasy.

In a single push from behind her soaked slit parted, taking in every inch of the stranger. Hips gripped firmly by 2 strong hands. Feeling the strangers balls pressing into her slit, grinding himself against every nerve ending available.

Squeezing her muscles tightly she gripped onto his juice soaked length. Pulling the full grinding motion tightly onto her inner walls. Dropping her head onto the bed, one hand still holding onto her friends solid dick, as it trickled pre-cum down onto her forearm.

Looking down the length of her belly, seeing the strangers full package pressing against her. His balls could be seen glistening as they caught the light from the window. Covered in her juices as he filled her with everything he had.

Sliding out, removing himself to the tip, pausing briefly before diving deep back inside. Unleashing a deep whimpering sound, she moaned loudly as the stranger began to pump against her. A sexual slapping sound as his hips bumped against her curvaceous backside. A ripple of motion forcing her body to rock as she was filled over and over. Continuous rhythmic fucking, leaving her groaning intensely.

Her friends soft, oval, swollen tip resting just inside her mouth, sliding around against her lips. The sensation, the feeling of the glossy, fleshy head causing her mind to begin losing all control.

Legs and arms shaking as she knelt. A sexual adrenaline coursing through her body, being fully taken by two men at once on her own bed. Both inside her. Inside her intimately and deep down inside, under her skin. Fucking her deeply, rhythmically rocking her body as they slid in and out in a motioning unison.

All thoughts gone, she was lost to the moment. Nothing but wave after wave of pleasure growing inside her loins.

The strangers tight grip on the sides of her arse cheeks shifted. Her cheeks now spreading wide apart, gripped firmly by the two strong hands. The thick, hard length slickly sliding in and out, working her slit into a sexual frenzy. Her mound and tight small hole fully exposed. Stretched and opened wide, causing an excitement so perfect that her body pulsated with ripples of pleasure.

A sensation never before felt, never known as possible, had begun to take hold. A rapid and gripping sensation of the most intensely, beautiful pleasure growing in her groin, like a radiating warmth.

Every nerve ending, every fibre, every cell humming with a fiery intensity. Faster it grew, spreading deep into her core being. A firework like explosion burgeoning to burst from her interior self. Her body jolted intensely!

Slipping from her mouth, the stiff, hard cock ejected from her cherry red lips. Head falling onto the bed as she unleashed the most awesome of orgasmic moans! Loud, deep and lengthy.

A deep groaning moan from the base of her throat, inhibition completely lost.

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It was a hot Wednesday afternoon in the late summer of 1980 and I was a Deep Sea Diver in the U.S. Navy returning home from a deployment. As the van pulled into the parking lot I saw my wife waiting and she looked stunning. She had dressed for the heat wearing a tan, backless, halter-top mini-sundress. Her tiny dress enhanced her hip long brown hair, big brown eyes, dark tan and physically fit body. With the sun setting behind her, I could tell, it was all she was wearing.

When I saw her, I, also, noticed she was standing a little off from the other wives, as they appeared to be busy chatting and not paying much attention to the approaching van. It wasn’t that they were unfriendly; it was simply we didn’t have a lot in common with them, especially since we didn’t have nor want children. We’d even taken steps to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. She’d had a tubal ligation in the summer of 1976 and I’d had a vasectomy in late 1977.

They were, also, a little uncomfortable around us because we had an open marriage. We had ‘officially’ opened it in the spring of 1977 so both of us were free to have sex with others if we so desired. It worked extremely well for us since we had been in long distance relationship. It began when she had returned to college in the fall of 1976 as a first semester junior, and that following spring, after an eighteen-month break in service, I had re-enlisted in the Navy and was stationed six hours away. Due to the distance, I could only make it home about every other weekend.

During her last two years in college she had enrolled in a series of Women’s Health and Fitness classes. Through these classes she had become a vegetarian and incredibly physically fit with a tight, toned, tanned body via her diet, aerobic exercise, free weights, and long distance running. It had, also, built up her confidence, especially in making decisions.

She was a petite bundle of energy at five feet three inches tall, weighing one hundred eight pounds and with a lovely figure of 34B-23-33. Her handful-sized breasts had smallish areolas and dainty nipples; her stomach was flat with nicely defined abdominal muscles tapering to a carefully trimmed and groomed pubic patch. She had embraced our open marriage with open legs becoming extremely promiscuous, an exhibitionist and incredibly sexually adventurous.

As I stepped out of the van, I had just enough time to drop my ‘go-bag’ and catch her as she leaped into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist and laying on a deep, loving kiss. I had dropped my hands down under her squirming butt to support her and found it bare, which was no surprise, since she hated wearing bras or panties; hell, she hated having to wear clothes at all.

Easing her back down onto her feet, I pulled her to me, put my forehead against hers and we stared into one another’s eyes. Oh! Fuck! It was good to have her back in my arms! I relished the warmth of her body against mine; I inhaled her unique scent, both of us were so emotional we were trembling. I kissed her enjoying the feel of her body and undulating hips against me.

Breaking our kiss, I took her by the hand and led her to our Toyota Land Cruiser opening the passenger’s door so she could get in. Since Billie rarely wore panties, watching her get in or out of any vehicle while she was wearing a skirt or dress was a voyeur’s delight, and watching her getting in or out of our FJ 40 Land Cruiser was an extra special treat.

This time, Billie took her time, teasing the hell out of me. She put her left foot up on the running board, turned facing me, sat back on the seat and spread her legs a little. I stepped between them looking down. The hem of her dress was up around her hips and her darling, trimmed and groomed little puss was in plain view. My first instinct was to kiss it, but I restrained myself.

Moving in close, I gently cupped her head in my hands and kissed her. Breaking our kiss we leaned together with our forehead touching and stared into each other’s eyes. Using my left hand, I untied the bow of the straps holding up the top of her dress; when it came loose, the top slid down exposing her delightful, handful sized breasts.

Dropping my right hand I ever so gently cupped her left breast, teasing her nipple with my thumb. She scooted closer to me, which rucked her dress up even higher, and I moved in as close as I could. She teasingly asked, “Are we going to make love, right here, right now?”

Kissing the tip of her nose, I told her, “It’s tempting.”

With a soft laugh, she whispered, “It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had sex in a parking lot.”

Grinning at her, I said, “Hell, it wouldn’t even be the fourth or fifth time” Nuzzling her ears and neck I kissed her again. I dropped my right hand from her breast to her warm, moist and slick pussy, gently probing and exploring. The fingers of her right hand found the head of my cock sticking out of the legs of my shorts.

Looking up at me with her big brown eyes, she gave me sexy smile and whispered, “Like fucking in the parking kızılay escort lot behind the art studio after I’d finished modeling for the evening class.” During her second semester she’d signed up as a nude model for the life drawing class. It paid well, she was good at it and it fed her exhibitionist streak turning her on.

Leaning down, I softly whispered in her ear, “Oh, hell, yeah. Damn, honey, you would get so horny when you modeled, you couldn’t wait to get fucked afterward…and not just by me.”

Giggling, she whispered, “And getting it in the car in the parking lot was a fucking major turn-on!”

Kissing her ear, I whispered, “Remember that evening not long after we’d opened our marriage?”

Giggling, she excitedly whispered, “That was fucking wild! I was so horny I was about to explode. You and Thomas stripped me naked right in the parking lot and took turns fucking me. Then we went back to the apartment and y’all fucked me all night long!”

Nuzzling her neck, I hoarsely whispered, “Excuse me? We, fucked you all night long? You drained both of us and then, if you saw either one of us getting an erection, you pounced on it stroking, caressing and sucking it until it was hard enough for you to fuck again.”

With a playful pout, she sassily said, “I was horny”

Grinning, I said, “You enjoyed it though, didn’t you”

“Oh, hell yeah, I did!”

Kissing the top of her head, I told her, “After I re-enlisted, I was glad Thomas, Steve or James was there to walk you out to your car the nights you modeled.” They had become her ‘favorite’ fuck buddies; and when I wasn’t at home, it was a rare day she didn’t have sex with at least one of them. And it wasn’t unusual for her to have had sex with all three of them over the course of a day or do all three of them in a gentle gang-bang.

I kissed her, and then asked, “Miss them?”

“Yeah…I do, especially when you’re at sea…I get so horny” she said. We kissed again.

Breaking our kiss, I softly asked her, “Have any…erotic escapades while I was gone?”

With a little giggle, she whispered, “Yeah…a few”

Both of us were breathing heavier losing ourselves in the sexual pleasures and thoughts of things to come when a horn honked and one of my shipmates laughingly hollered, “Get a room!”

Laughing, I threw up a hand acknowledging him with a wave. Billie scooted back and swung her legs inside. I closed her door and went around getting in on the driver’s side. She had put on her seatbelt, pulled her feet up under her butt and was sitting slightly sideways facing me. She had not pulled up the top of her dress nor had she pulled the hem down from around her hips.

Arching my eyebrows, I softly asked her, “Are you riding home like that?”

With a naughty smile, she whispered in a sexy voice, “I was thinking of getting naked.”

“We’re going out through the main gate; the other gates are closed now.”

Her eyes got big; she laughed and said, “Fuck! I forgot about that.” And pulled the top of her dress up, tying the spaghetti straps behind her neck.

Giving her a leering grin, I told her, “You could get naked once we’re through the gate.”

Ducking her head, she looked sideways at me with a small mischievous smile and said, “That could happen.”

My wife has always preferred being naked. When it came to clothes, her philosophy was: if she had to wear something, the less she had to wear, the better. She, also, enjoyed the naughty thrill of allowing guys glimpses of her feminine delights.

I discovered her fondness for getting naked on our first date, which had been on a warm spring day in 1971. We had decided to go on a picnic up at a meadow I had discovered while marking timber in the area. She had worn a light blue summer mini-dress and it didn’t take me but a minute to realize that was all she was wearing.

When I turned off a county road onto the dirt track running through the pines up to the meadow she had looked around excitedly and asked me if any one lived there. I had told her there was nothing there but three thousand acres of forest. She was naked in a heartbeat. We had then spent the day naked, exploring the meadow and making love.

After our first date, she would dress as I asked in risqué, skimpy or revealing outfits; and, oh, the fun we had! Both of us got the biggest kick out of her ‘innocently’ flashing her pussy getting in or out of my car and wearing see-through blouses without a bra on our dates. She had, also, enjoyed riding down the highways bare-ass naked or getting naked and dancing at parties.

A little over eight years after our first date, my nearly naked wife and I were approaching a Navy base’s main gate. As we slowed down I glanced over at her and she was still leaning sideways against the seat facing me with her knees pulled up under her. Her hem was still up around her hips; I could easily see her pubes and left nipple, which was peeking out of the top of her dress.

Civilian security officers kolej escort from a contract security company manned all the gates. Every so often the base Master At Arms force would supplement the contract officers to conduct spot checks or searches on vehicles entering or leaving the base. A Master At Arms Petty Officer Second Class put his hand out indicating I should stop.

Easing to a stop, I held up my military identification card as he first quickly scanned the back of our Land Cruiser. He took my ID and did a double take. We were authorized and required to wear civilian clothes at our command; we were, also, authorized, and encouraged, to wear our hair long and to grow mustaches and beards. My hair was long enough to pull back in a short ponytail and I had a Fu Manchu mustache, both of which were outside of military grooming regulations.

He had started to step back and instruct me to pull over to the side when Billie leaned forward, which exposed her entire left breast, and simply said, “Hi Jeff.”

Jeff, looked past me, his eyes went wide, and he hoarsely said, “Oh…huh, hi Billie”

You could see the blood drain out of his face as he realized I must be ‘the husband’. He handed my ID back and blurted, “Thank you” and briskly stepped back and waved us on through. His reaction aroused my curiosity. Giggling, Billie immediately untied the spaghetti straps and lowered the top of her dress exposing her breasts to his startled, saucer-sized eyes.

Laughing, as I pulled the through the gate, I said, “That was interesting. Was he one of your erotic escapades?”

Biting her lower lip, she smiled, and said, “Yeah…met him at the base gym.”

I choked back a chuckle. She looked at me and asked, “What?”

Grinning, I said, “Did he become one of your workout buddies?”

“Yeah” She looked at my face, grinned and asked, “Why?”

Laughing, I said, “When you were in school, your workout buddies became your fuck buddies.”

She looked at me and started laughing telling me, “Yeah, they did, didn’t they; but, not Jeff.”

“One night stand?”

“Well… It was, more like…a one-night fuckfest. I did him and his roommates at a cook-out.”

Since she didn’t immediately volunteer any more information, I smiled and gave her ‘an okay, I gotcha nod’ knowing she would eventually tell me every naughty, little detail. Making the last turn to our apartment and parking on the street, I looked at my nearly naked wife and asked, “You going to walk to the apartment topless like you’ve done in the past?”

She laughed and told me, “It’d be fun, but, I’d better not, we have a new neighbor who is a little prudish and quite nosey.” She pulled up and retied the top of her dress. We got out, I grabbed my go-bag and with our arms around each other we went to our apartment.

My lovely wife entered first with me following close behind her. She turned and stood looking at me, I dropped my go-bag kicked the door closed. She reached back, untied her dress and with a little shake it slipped to the floor. My mouth fell open and I blurted, “Fuck, sweetheart! You…you look…fantastic!” Smiling with pride at my praise, a pretty blush crept up her face.

Billie, who was in great shape before I was deployed, was in even better shape. She was better toned with improved muscle definition and a full body tan. My eyes dropped down her incredible body to her nicely groomed little pubic patch.

Looking back up at her face our eyes locked. I couldn’t help but smile and ask, “How do you manage to do that?”

She dropped her eyes, clasped her hands behind her back, which lifted her breasts upward; and turned her right foot a little inward. With just a hint of smile, she asked, “Do what?”

I unbuttoned and took off my shirt, kicked off my battered canvas boat shoes and unfastened my shorts letting them drop to the floor. Kicking them to one side, I stepped up to this goddess, put my arms around her and pulled her to me, whispering, “How do you manage to stand there bare-ass naked, looking so incredibly fuckable and appear to be so innocent at the same time?”

With my arms wrapped around her I could feel her giggle, she whispered, “Me? Innocent? That’s funny!” One of her warm hands cupped my balls; the other wrapped around my erection.

“Yeah it is.” I whispered, and kissed her, slipping my hands down to her tight ass.

Both of us were starting to breathe heavier. Billie whispered, “I want you in me.”

Bending at my knees, I lifted her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I carried her into our bedroom and crawled up on the bed with her still hanging on me. Laying her down, she released her legs and let them fall open. I slid a hand down cupping her pussy.

Humping my hand, she whispered in a husky voice, “No foreplay. I want you in me, right now! I want you in me as deep as you can get it and I want you to make love to me deep and slow.”

Who was I to argue? I was so horny I was maltepe escort dribbling copious amounts of pre-cum. Billie’s little puss was soaking wet. She took me and slipped the head of my cock up and down her slit, centered it and rocked her hips up. I thrust at the same time popping into her, causing her to yelp.

Holding still, I asked her if she was all right. With a little giggle she nodded her head, relaxed a little and rocked her hips up again. Once again, I gently thrust, sliding into her a little more. Together we slowly humped, thrust and wiggled until my balls were bouncing off her butt.

My heart had started beating like a kettledrum; the overall emotional sensation of just having her back in my arms was almost overwhelming. As we started moving together, making slow love, I pushed up onto my elbows and looked down at her face and then into her eyes. She met my eyes and I felt as if I were falling into them. We kissed, a tender, long, loving kiss.

I was in her as deep as I could get. We were barely moving, savoring the closeness with small undulations, gentle kisses and caresses. I thrust a little harder and Billie spread her legs a little wider, bent her knees and rolled her hips up. I was able to go a little deeper. As I started pulling back she contracted her pelvis floor muscles so tightly I was barely able to move and then she relaxed allowing me to ease out a little more before contracting again.

Still propped up on my elbows, I looked down at her. She looked up at me with a naughty, knowing, little smile and half-closed eyes; and wiggled her butt. I kissed the tip of her nose and snapped my hips, thrusting into her a little harder, she sighed. I started pulling back a little and she constricted those wonderful inner muscles again but allowed me to slowly withdraw until just the head of my cock was still in her.

She relaxed her muscles; I slid in deep with a power thrust and heard her moan. Bottomed out I started a small figure eight and she did a counter figure eight. Pulling back, she tightened her muscles again.

Our slow, gentle, lovemaking became more physical and intense. Billie was not only physically fit, she was, also, strong, extremely flexible, and she could use these attributes to the utmost while making love; and this time was no exception. Her movements were sinuous, sensuous and erotic.

She was really getting into it, and excitedly gasped, “On top…I… I want…on top”

Stretching out on top of her, I grabbed her tight ass; hooked my right leg over and then under her left, held her tight and rolled. Once on top, she put her hands on my chest and sat straight up. Relaxing her inner muscles, she let gravity sink her down on my cock. Wiggling, circling and rocking back and forth she attempted to take me in deeper.

I watched her eyes close; her areolas pucker as her nipples grew harder, a flush started on her chest, crept up her neck and spread across her face. Her nostrils flared, she inhaled sharply and her whole body went ridge, and with a yelp, snapped forward, curling into my body, burying her face against my chest.

Grabbing her ass, I pulled downward as I thrust into her and started shooting my load. Both of us clutched each other as tight as we could and rode out the pleasures of our combined orgasms.

Gasping and laughing we pulled back from each other a little and stared into one another’s eyes. Simultaneously we started babbling how much we loved each other, how much we missed each other and how glad we were to be back together. Grinning, we stopped and kissed.

Billie’s tiny post-orgasmic after humps kept me erect and inside her. I rolled us over, putting me back on top and we made slow, tender love without our previous urgency. We kissed, nuzzled, whispered our love, softly laughed, moaned, groaned, sighed and she came again, with me a heartbeat later.

We held each other until my cock softened and started to slip out; she grabbed a towel and put it under her. Laughing at the amount of cum draining out we cleaned up a bit and snuggled up laying on our rights sides with me behind, spooning her, pulling her damp bottom up against my crotch. My right bicep was under her head with my right hand casually caressing her breasts; my left arm was over her left hip and resting on her warm belly.

I nuzzled the back of her head, her neck and ears, relishing her warmth, her scent. She reached down and removed the towel from between her legs. My semi-erect cock slipped between her thighs and with her right hand she pressed it up against her hot, wet slit. Holding it there, she slowly started humping back against me.

With my cock slipping and sliding the length of her messy furrow, we developed a slow rhythm. When the head nudged her clit she would softly sigh and mash it against her, wiggling her butt. After several minutes of this erotic stimulation, she raised her left leg a bit and when I eased forward she guided my now stone hard cock into her wet entrance.

Soft, warm and sleepy, she barely moved as we started making love again. Both of us seemed to be in an almost trance like state, half awake and half asleep. With my left hand I started to lightly trace her jaw, her cheeks, the length of her nose and her lips. Billie opened her mouth and sucked my index finger between her lips, softly bathing it with her tongue, gnawing and sucking on it.

After the Party – Even More

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This is the fourth in this series. To help understand how this chapter fits in, it would be best to go back to read the three previous chapters (all short – Catching up will not take long.), “The Party”, “After the Party”, and “After the Party – More”. But it’s up to you. Jump in here now if you wish, but understanding the beginning of this chapter will be clearer if you at least spend a couple of minutes reading “After the Party – More”.

WARNING – This chapter contains Foot Worship and Pegging. If you find those activities uninteresting or offensive, you may wish to move on to another story.

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I’m left standing there with a fading erection. Two sexy mature women are lying on the bed legs apart, two beautiful cunts on display, cunts wet and open – a feast begging to be eaten! But their mutual oral indulgence has left them too sensitive to allow me even a sniff of their scents. I am let down – quite literally – seeing what’s happened to my cock.

But there are always other parts of the female body to admire and adore. Two quite important parts to me are feet and toes. My mind quickly changed my focus from their cunts to their feet and toes – toes painted my favorite color, bright red.

I knelt at their feet. I took Bonnie’s lovely feet into my hands. I held them together and buried my face against them. The scent of her skin soon had my fading cock reviving. The blood rushed in to revive a full erection. I admit I was somewhat surprised because the sildenafil (generic Viagra) I had taken a few minutes earlier had not had time to create that reaction. Bonnie’s feet and toes had done it with no chemical assistance.

I extended my tongue to taste her skin. I licked from her heel to her toes on her left foot and then repeated it on her right foot.

“Your feet taste wonderful!”

I planted kisses all over her feet – the heels, the arches, her toes, everywhere. God, that made my cock so hard. I could feel how wet my precum was making it. Precum then started to drip onto the carpet. Female feet can do that to me, and Bonnie’s were doing a spectacular job.

My tongue and lips were trying to be everywhere at once. My oral tribute to her feet was in a frenzy. I could eve gelen escort not get enough. Her toes were exquisite – long and slim. I needed them.

Left foot toes in my mouth! So delectable. I sucked her toes all at once. Then I sucked them in groups of twos and threes. Then my tongue ran between and around her toes savoring the taste. Then individual toe worship – tongue licking all around each individual digit and ending each act of worship with a long suck. I started with the baby toe and finished with the big toe.

Her big toe was like a tiny cock. I sucked as I had done to cocks in the past, lavishing it with all the attention I could with my lips and tongue. When I moved on my knees to get a better angle on her toe my knees felt the wet spot my dripping cock had left on the carpet.

I repeated everything on Bonnie’s right foot.

I did all the same to Megan’s feet and toes. Kissing, licking, running my tongue around and between her toes. Sucking them, savoring the aroma and the taste of skin and toe, my cock dripping profusely onto the soaked carpet.

I spent enough time worshiping their feet and toes – long enough for the sildenafil to now assure my rampant cock would stay erect until I reached the crisis and ejaculated – orgasmed and spurted my cum again.

How I wanted to cum, and I could feel how erect my nipples were. I was like a taut bowstring with the arrow drawn back and ready to be released to fly at the target.

I stood up and holding Megan’s feet to form a faux cunt, I started thrusting my cock forward and backward as if I were fucking a real cunt. Her feet were wet and glowing with my precum, and my nipples were taut. I stopped fucking her feet lest I cum before doing the same to Bonnie’s lovely feet but took one foot in each hand and rubbed it on one of my nipples making my cock bounce.

I moved to Bonnie’s feet. I held them as another faux cunt and fucked them until hers were wet and slick with precum as Megan’s had been! I was drawing my mind to the Red Sox, then the Celtics then the Bruins, the Patriots draft, and even the Revolution’s early seasons woes to keep myself from cumming. Holding Bonnie’s feet against my nipples I was so ready to coat gaziosmanpaşa escort her pedal digits with hot semen!

“STOP!”

Megan’s bold command and a smack on my face made me drop Bonnie’s feet and obey the command.

“Why?”, I asked. “I’m so close. I need to cum on her lovely feet. Look how they’re affecting me.”

Two sets of eyes moved from looking at my face to looking at the dripping erection jutting out from my midsection.

The women rose from the bed, and I noticed Bonnie’s hand holding a blindfold (Where had that come from?), which she then secured over my eyes.

They each took one of my hands and led me to lie down on the bed. I felt soft handcuffs on each wrist and found my arms stretched out and secured limiting their movement. I felt more movement on the bed and soon inhaled the scent of a sweet cunt as one of them sat on my face. While that distracted me, my ankles were soon also cuffed and my legs were secured leaving me with my legs spread and my feet somewhere near my head.

“Wait! Stop! You’re killing me. My back is breaking. I’m not a contortionist! I’m too old for this. Release my legs. What are you trying to do?”

On my back and totally helpless I’m begging them to stop. But only when my cock starts to fade do they understand my distress. The cuffs on both my hand and feet are released.

“You were going to peg me, weren’t you? I would like that, but there’s no need to secure me. Look.”

I removed the blindfold and turned over onto my hands and knees.

“Here’s my ass. Lube me. You do have some lube? You weren’t planning to shove a dildo up my ass without a good amount of lube, were you?”

I feel the lube being applied. A finger invades my rectum coating it with lubrication and starting to open me up. Then more fingers up me increasing the lubrication and opening me wider. These actions restore my erection.

I feel a hand on me and feel a dildo slide into me.

Bonnie joins me on the bed. She has a harness with a good-size dildo attached to it. She brings it to my lips.

“Suck it. We’re going to spit roast you.”

I feel movement behind me. The dildo in my ass slides out and instantly is replaced by what gölbaşı escort must be Megan’s harness and dildo, this one wider than the one used to hold me open.

The fucking starts. Megan goes slowly at first. She moves it in slowly. It hurts a bit at first. Then she has it all in. She holds still letting me adjust to the intrusion. Then she withdraws a little and moves to fill me again. A little further back. In again.

Soon she is stroking in and out of me, my cock is dripping again, and I’m still sucking Bonnie’s dildo. I’m enjoying this. It feels so good!

Then I spit out Bonnie’s dildo.

“Stop. I want to see your tits bounce, Megan, as you fuck me! Let me get on my back.”

Megan draws it all the way out, and I flip onto my back. I hold my legs in the air and spread wide, and Megan slides back in. So nice!

Bonnie watches for a while until Megan draws it out again and Bonnie takes her place. I watch her erect nipples on her bouncing tits as she fucks my ass.

My cock is erect and drooling again. I love being fucked. I’m going to get my ass fucked again. This is going to be a regular thing for me.

“Megan, don’t just watch. Come over and touch my nipples. Tug them. Kiss them. Lick them.”

Megan leans over me. Her tits are in my face. I do to hers what she’s doing to mine while Bonnie continues reaming my ass. My hands are tugging, twisting, toying with Megan’s tits and nipples. I kiss them. I suck them. Megan’s reciprocal nipple play has my cock bouncing and dripping.

It’s hard to describe what I’m feeling. The experience is so new. But I feel like I may cum. If I touched my cock, I’m sure I would cum. But I don’t want to stop how I’m feeling. It’s like I’m being edged. It ebbs and flows.

It ebbs and flows until Bonnie draws almost all the way out and bends over to take me in her mouth. I feel her slip entirely out of me and her hands are on my balls as she swallows my cock.

That does it! My hips rise up driving my cock down her throat as her tongue rubs my frenulum, and I spurt my cum – once, twice, three times – Unnnngggghhhhhh! I lose count as I explode in ecstasy!

“I’m cummmmmmmmmmming!”

I’m done. I’m spent. I know my limits. I won’t be able to get erect again.

The ladies are content with what I’ve done for them and to them and what they’ve done for and to me. We lie together until I regain enough strength to make it to the shower to clean up before I get dressed and ready to leave.

We make plans for them to come down to visit me in Concord. They are still nude as we kiss goodbye. I go out to my car and drive home with a big smile on my face.

Damn Jock Got Me Pt. 02

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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Important Disclaimer! I don’t promote any kind of rape or non consensual acts! Consent is the single most important thing! This is meant to only be a fantasy and nothing more! Always respect people and their limits!

I got a message from someone saying they really enjoyed the last work and it would mean a lot if I made another chapter. How can I turn that down? Sorry if this doesn’t hold up to hopes! Enjoy!

“S-sorry Rhae…” She says giving an apologetic smile.

“Sarah! What the fuck!” I blurted out. There were so many conflicting emotions right now. Enough so that it knocked me out of my daze that Brad had put me in.

Sarah ahd I had known each other for a very long time now. Hell, since we were kids. I think we met in kindergarten and grew up together. There isn’t a time in my life that I can remember when I wasn’t friends with her. We had been through a lot together.

And now seeing her on the bed with her makeup smeared, her skin flushed, and clearly she had been groped like I had! It was seeing your sibling!

“W… what is going on?” I asked looking to Brad. I already had an idea and it wasn’t going to happen.

He just smirked at me condescendingly “What? I thought you were both friends and would like to do stuff together.” He sid.

“N-no! Not like this She’s like my sister!” I said defiantly.

“She’s right… w-we-” She was cut off by Brad.

“You say that. Like you said you would never do anything with me right?”

I shut up stunned. Wait, had he been listening the whole time to us? He cleared that up quick.

“Your slut ‘sister’…” he says mockingly “Already spilled all the beans. She’s kinda like you!” He says and reaches out grabbing my tits and making me jump “I sucked and licked her tits till she melted. You both talk a big game when you’re alone with each other. But once a man puts you in your place, you break so easily.”

“T-thats not tru-” He cut me off by pushing me against the wall and pressing himself against me. His lips to mine and slithering that wicked tongue to to my lips. I tried to turn my head a few times! To resist! He wasn’t right! I wasn’t just some slut that would melt for him!… Was I? I felt his strong chest pressed against mine. Still sensitive from the attention he gave earlier. And there were remnants of hormones rushing through my system.

In a moment of weakness, my lips parted and he found access to where he wanted and ravaged my tongue with his own. I groaned… moaned and writhed. I thought I was fighting him, but I realized my attempts were half hearted. Why wouldn’t my body listen to me! He had me trapped… a thought crossed my mind.

“Save me Sarah!” I opened my eyes to try and see her. She was sitting on the bed, biting her lower lip and watching. Shifting her hips slightly. Was she turned on by this!? No it couldn’t be! All the late night talks we had together about how we would never just melt for some guy! We were stronger than that! Common Sarah snap out of it! If you can’t stop this we’ll both be in trouble!

He finally broke the kiss and grinned “You aren’t some strong lone wolves. You’re just some sluts in need of direction!” He says and turns me pushing me towards the bed. I stumbled back and fell onto the bed next to Sarah.

A shadow overtook me and I realized it was Brad straddling me. I felt those hands grab the bottom of esat escort my shirt and start to slide it up. He already knew I was going to at least try and protest and stopped me before I could start. Kissing me as he pulled my shirt up. I wriggled around but it was no good. Those hands had found my oh so delicate tits once again making me shiver.

“Sarah… Help… ” I called out in my mind. Those devious hands were melting me again. Rolling over me delicate chest. Rolling my nipples and caressing the pale skin. He was breaking me down again while he made out with me. Was he right? Was I just some slut waiting to serve a man? I… I didn’t want to be… I wanted to fight back…

He broke the kiss and moved his head and one of his hands up. He wrapped his hand around the back of Sarah’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She hesitated for a moment but like me, was unable to resist him. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. I watched her shiver. Not with fear, but with excitement. As reluctant and shy as she was in the situation, she was also being driven by hormones and lust. He had worked us both up before this to make it easier… and I hated to admit it, but the plan was working. He was making out with Sarah, and fondling my tit.

He broke the kiss with Sarah and moved back to me. I parted my lips and welcomed him back. I didn’t mean to! It… just sort of happened. My mind was hazy with lust.

“You, sit next to her.” He commanded Sarah as he climbed off me. Sarah slowly scooted next to me, probably just as confused as I was. I pushed myself up into a sitting position just in time to watch him peel his shirt off and reveal his powerful upper body. Damn… I guess that’s why so many girls wanted him. He was absolutely chiseled. He stepped closer to use and reached out, grabbing the top of Sarah’s Lust cosplay top and pulling it down. Letting her hefty tits spill out into view for him. My shirt was already pulled up so both of our tits were now on full display for him.

“Fuck yeah. I bet you secretly wish you had tits like hers!” He said mocking me lightly. My face flushed but I couldn’t speak up. I actually had wished that before. I started trying to think of something I could say to defend myself but he got down low and leaned in taking one of Sarah’s luscious tits into his lips and sucking her. Making her gasp and moan out. His hands went for one of her tits, and one of mine. He didn’t stay on Sarah too long though. He switched between the two of us. Enjoying the prizes we thought we could deny him. The room was filled with lewd slurps and sucks as he enjoyed our tits, and we let him.

What happened next was by far more shocking than anything else. As he was enjoying us. Sarah looked over at me. Face flushed, eyes lidded, and biting her lower lip. I don’t know what posessed us. Maybe it was the hormones… or maybe it just felt like the right thing to do but… we slowly moved our faces towards each other… and we kissed.

Like I said, I knew Sarah forever. So many sleepovers spent up all night playing video games, birthday parties at arcades, seeing dorky movies like the pokemon movie together. We were like sisters… and now my lips were spread and our tongues were intertwining. Was that why he had us so close together? Not to just enjoy our tits, but have us close enough for this? Had he planned this all out?

I didn’t know… and at this point, I don’t etimesgut escort think I cared. I moaned into Sarah’s mouth and she moaned back.

“Fuck yeah… No more games now sluts. You’re both mine.” He says knowing the wall he had broken. And neither one of us had spoken against him. Was this it? Had he won?

He undid his pants while we kept making out and we heard the fabric and belt fall to the floor with a light clank. He was totally nude now. And his impressive 9 inch cock was laid out bare before us. We both looked and were stunned. We couldn’t look away from it. Like we were hypnotized.

“No more games or fake bullshit.” He said again stepping closer to us “Its about time you both accepted your roles as my personal sluts. You put on a show at school like you could tell me no. But no bitch can resist me.” He says and stops at the edge of the bed with his massive cock between us. “You’re gonna stop with this bullshit and give yourselves to me now. And you’re gonna prove it by giving up everything you’ve said, and do what you claimed you would never do. By Sucking… my… cock…” He commanded us. He placed his hands on our heads but did nothing. This was it… it was our breaking point… if we did as he commanded, we would prove he was right… we were strong nerdy girls who defied everything… just sluts in waiting…

It was Sarah that made the first move. She moved hesitantly at first. Maybe a small voice was urging her to stop this, to retain whatever little dignity she had left and pull away. But that voice was just a whisper now. As she moved, so did I. And in moments, our lips were both wrapped around his cock.

He had won…

I was a slut now… not just any slut, his slut. The guy we made fun of and told off in our little stories and scenarios… we were his now.

“Game over bitches.” He said triumphantly with a smirk. He was right, no one could resist him… not even us.

We both accepted our losses. Not with grumblings and annoyances, but with soft moans. Somehow it felt… good to lose. Maybe he really was right. I was a slut. Dropping the facade and belief I had before somehow felt freeing. He was in control now. All I had to do was obey. And I did.

We slid up and down his cock hungrily now. No pretending or resisting. He got to his head and made out with each other with that fat cock in between. Moving closer to press our tits together and moan with excitement.

“Mhhh fuck you’re eager. A much better improvement.” He said watching us blow him with delight. “Get rid of those stupid costumes. You’re not going to need them anymore.” He commanded.

We stopped kissing and separated to remove our clothes. It was sort of sad… this felt like the end of an era. ” Buh-Bye Hinata… ” I thought to myself as I cast off the last of my cosplay. There was no denying him now though. I was his plaything.

Me and Sarah re-convened on the bed next to each other. On our hands and knees ready to serve our new master.

“Mhhh… lets see…” He says planning his next move. He crawled onto the bed and gave his orders “You, on my face.” He orders Sarah and looks to me “And you… you resisted more… you’ll pleasure my cock and prove your done playing stupid games. Time to grow up!” He says with a grin. The command sent a shiver down my spine. I was being punished in a way but… I liked it. I wanted to serve.

Sarah Crawled etlik escort over his face and I crawled over his cock. I knew we should get a condom or something but I was on the pill already and… quite frankly too horny to consider it.

Then… I gave it to him. My virginity. One of the most precious things I could give away… I was giving to him. I lowered myself down onto that thick shaft and surrendered to him. He wanted me? He would get me. He always got what he wanted.

There was a sharp pain that shot through me as he pierced me. It made me cringe in pain. But Sarah was quick to my rescue. She had lowered her thick hips onto his face and leaned in to pull me into a kiss and play with my tits. I started to gyrate my hips to get motion. Sliding up and down his shaft. The pain didn’t last long at all with Sarah’s help. Soon my slender legs were pushing me up and down his girth.

The old me would slap me for saying it, but his cock was fucking amazing once you got past the pain. I moaned more loudly as he rocked my system. He kept one hand on Sarah’s ass as he ate her out and the other on my ass. His biggest resistor, was now riding his cock willingly and eagerly. And it was serving to get him off faster!

Maybe it was also that he had two best friends playing with each other now. and fondling each others tits. A pure friendship, now tainted by lust. There was no one he couldn’t corrupt.

We stayed in our threesome triangle for a while. Me bouncing on that cock hungrily and kissing Sarah and sucking her tits. My god she had amazing fucking tits. I should have tried this earlier at one of our slumber parties! My thoughts of a simple friendship were gone and I wanted more. I wanted to do all kinds of things to her. Eat her out, 69 her, scissor her, it was all fair game now!

He pushed Sarah up at one point and told us to switch. The greedy bastard wanted her virginity too. And like me, she had no issues giving it up. “Mhhh give me that pussy bitch…” He commanded and I gave it to him. Letting him eat me out and own me. “O-oooohhh fuck…” He moaned feeling that tongue drive into me. It seemed Sarah was just as hungry for me now as I was for her. She leaned down to suck on me like I had her. The assault on two fronts was too much now. I was riled up from his cock and my resistance was weak. He pulled down on my hips to drive his tongue deeper and I moaned out and came for him. Sarah was not far behind. She pulled me into a tight kiss and shook. Letting me know she had just cum hard all over his cock.

She wasn’t the only one though. He had thrust up into her and held it there. That thick, veiny cock pulsating as he unloaded his seed into her. We all finally came down from it together after a long period of fucking.

I should have felt shame… regret… anger… I was destroyed and he was the victor. He sat up and kissed us both though, and we kissed back. There wasn’t much of our former selves left.

“Mhh… That was fucking hot… and its not going to be the last time.” He said standing up. He took our chins and made us look up at him “Now say it… tell me what you are…”

We didn’t need any time… we both answered together “Sluts…” We announced.

“And who’s sluts are you?” He asked again.

“Your sluts…” We answered leaning forward to kiss his softening cock.

“Good… you don’t belong here anymore. Go home, and I’ll let you know when I need you again.” He said getting up and getting dressed.

We left the convention and both went home. Things were different after that day. He was our master. A simple text and we would both drop what we were doing and go to him. We stopped going to conventions and went to more parties. No more anime and games, but more porn and sex.

Like he said… it was true… we are sluts.

My Friends Meet My Woman Pt. 02

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“I’ll say yes as soon as you add your cum to your friends’.” Chanel answered with a smile grabbing Brick’s hard unused dick.

She smiled at him adoringly lowering herself to the ground spreading her legs.

Brick allowed himself to be pulled to the floor, landing between her legs.

“This is my favorite part,” Chanel announced to her future husband and the room. She placed Brick’s throbbing dick at the entrance to her used pussy and paused to tell him “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Brick replied while he sank into his future wife. Their bodies melded into each other on the floor. Chanel’s breath caught when Brick’s dick pushed into her. He kissed her slowly, allowing her body time to adjust to him.

Adequately adjusted to the pressure inside her, Chanel gave Brick a familiar command, “Love me.”

Brodie watched Brick’s ass flex as he pushed in and out of Chanel. Even though he’d just fucked Chanel his dick was already starting to react thinking about fucking his childhood friend. He’d actually seen Brick fuck a woman before but seeing his friend bottom out in the sloppy pussy was exceedingly more enticing.

A hulking presence announced Chase’s docking beside him. Brodie could see his big friend stroking his super thick dick, eyes intently watching Brick fuck. Brodie wondered if Chase’s mind was on getting into Brick’s ass as well. Even though he followed Chase hundreds of times fucking Brick he still couldn’t believe he could feeling anything after Chase stretched him out.

Brick could feel his friends watching and tried to ignore them. He kept his focus on his wife. He wanted to last and out perform all his friends but knowing his dick was sliding through a mixture of their cum was making it that much harder. He felt himself tense as he sped up his stroke to pound his woman.

“Babe, take your time. It’s yours forever,” Chanel whispered into Brick’s ear. She knew her man well enough to know that he’d try and compete with his friends. And as much as she had enjoyed all three of them they couldn’t hold a candle to him on his worst day. She wanted him to relax and enjoy himself and allowing him to measure himself today was not the route to that destination.

Hearing the words took Brick off edge and allowed him to sink further into fucking. His pace and rhythm evened out as he was content to make love to his woman. Her constant affirmations of love drowned out the fact they were being watched by his friends.

“I’ve never seen him fuck a girl before,”. Alexander announced as he stepped in line with Chase and Brodie.

“You know what? You’re right. We spent so much time fucking each other and hiding for Brick that I guess we missed that he’s not actually gay,” Chase responded.

Brodie objected, “Well that’s y’all. Back home Brick got as many girls as anybody else. Shit, me and him were in the room when stuff was going down and just like now you’d have never guessed that thick booty of his was so inviting.”

The three friends attentions remained focused on the couple fucking, amazed at how sensual the two lovers were. The intimacy of Brick’s tender strokes coupled with Chanel’s hands rubbing and pulling Brick dikmen escort into her made the onlookers feel like intruders.

“He’s really putting in work. That shit sexy,” Alexander admitted to the group.

“Hell yeah it is,” responded Chase now openly playing with his nipples while stroking his dick.

Brick had found his rhythm methodically driving through Chanel. He kept his pace through the next ten minutes as his friends watched.

Chanel’s body was on ten feeling her man repeatedly push into her. She could feel her orgasm building deep within her.

“Baby, I love you,” whispered Chanel. “Take this pussy, show your friends it’s yours.”

Brick couldn’t take it any longer. His balls tensed and he proceeded to pound Chanel.

“Yes baby nut in me. Fill me up,” Chanel pleaded.

“Baby I’m cumming. Ahhhhhhh.”

Brick drove his dick as far into Chanel as possible and unloaded what seemed like every nut he’d ever had. As he added to his friends earlier deposits he could feel The overflow start to leak out of Chanel.

“Damn.” Brodie exhaled the word as his dick went completely rigid watching Bricks ass flex while he dropped his nut into Chanel.

“Mmm thank you babe. Do you want it?,” Chanel whispered. Brick nodded his head in response. “Bon appetit babe.”

Brick eased himself out from between Chanel’s legs, arched his ass in the air and planted his face right into her overflowing sex. He slurped and ate all the juices and cum like a man starved for weeks. Brick loved eating used pussy. Usually it was only his seed he was eating out of his girl but today he got to have his favorite cum out of his favorite pussy. The entire ordeal was making him hard again. Brick’s enthusiasm didn’t go unnoticed with his ass hiked in the air Chase could see him getting hard.

“Damn that boy a freak,” Chase exclaimed Chase. His eyes were now glued to Brick’s ass and his exposed hole. He paced for a few seconds inching closer to Brick and Chanel. “I can’t take it no more,” Chase confessed as he dropped to his knees and started eating Brick’s ass.

“Mmmm,” Brick moaned into Chanel as he felt Chase’s tongue roll across his hole. He pushed back signaling he wanted to be tongue fucked. Chase pushed his stiff tongue into Brick. They quickly settled into a rhythm of tongue fucking.

Chanel looked past Brick to see Chase’s hulking features huddle behind Brick being flanked by Alexander and Brodie. She loved how freaky and open this man was with her. Him getting his ass ate while he was devouring her turned her on to no end. She could feel another orgasm building.

“Fuck.” She moaned. Brick attacked her clit, finally pushing her over the edge causing her to clamp her legs around his head as her orgasm ripped through her.

Brodie watched the petite girl he’d just fucked catch another nut and felt his dick harden.

“Damn bruh you gonna eat him all night or are we gonna get in that ass?” He questioned Chase.

Chase responded by rising from Brick’s spit filled hole and aligned his thick dick with his hole.

“Fuck him,” pleaded Chanel. She knew Bricked loved emek escort ass play and she’d often pegged him to orgasm but she was excited to see her man taking a real live dick. Especially dicks that had just been in her.

Chase attempted to ease into Brick but felt the man push back into his dick, impaling himself. Not giving him a chance to get adjusted Chase grabbed onto Brick’s hips and started to push and pull through the man. Chase loved the way Brick’s ass gripped him and milked him. He’d been addicted since the first time his friend had offered him his ass all those years ago in college. This was his first time in a long time back in one of his favorite holes and while he wanted to make it last he couldn’t help but picking up his fuck pace.

“Mmmmm so good. Fuck me man.” Brick could barely get the words out as he pushed back to meet Chase’s quickening thrusts.

“Mmmm baby take that dick.” Chanel couldn’t take her eyes off her man’s ass rippling as it crashed into Chase’s pelvis. She’d never watched her man get fucked besides when she was doing it and had hoped that they both could enjoy it. However in the heat of the moment she had vastly underestimated how much they both would enjoy her man slutting himself out to his best friends.

Oblivious to Chanel’s thoughts Brick revelled in the sensations the dick produced while moving in and out of him. He needed to feel his friend flood his ass with nut so after a few minutes of fucking he started to clench and unclench around the dick coaxing it to give him what he wanted. He didn’t want this to turn into a marathon session.

“Damn this pussy still good,” Chase exclaimed, feeling his dick spasm due to Bricks clenching. He he knew it wouldn’t be long so he started fucking brick harder and faster watching his dick disappear in the tight hole. Everyone in the room started to cheer him on.

“Yeah bruh cum in me.”

“Make him cum baby.”

“Yeah boy lube him up for me.”

That was it. With one final push Chase buried his dick in and unleashed a flood of hot semen into Brick.

Brick loved feeling cum fill him up he almost couldn’t believe how long Chase continued to shoot in him. Eventually the torrent stopped and the shrinking dick fell out of him leaving him feeling empty. The feeling was fleeting however as he looked over his shoulder to see Alexander line his dick up to his hole.

While Alexander was never as overtly sexual as Chase and Brodie he never passed up an opportunity to get inside Brick. Brick loved the way Alex fucked. He always kept a pleasurable pace they both could enjoy. Brick allowed him to get the head in before he pushed back on the dick sheathing it to the root. He started slowly fucking himself until Alex grabbed his hips and took over.

Alexander’s long slow strokes pushing and pulling out of Brick made his eyes roll into the back of his head and his body shuddered. He couldn’t help but moan while lowering his head into Chanel’s lap and arching his ass higher. Chanel was so turned on she pulled his face into her and forced him to start licking her again.

“That’s right suck this pussy while eryaman escort you take that dick,” she commanded.

Brick felt Alex picking up his fuck pace even further. He started squeezing his ass around his friend’s dick begging him to breed his ass.

“Come on Xander fuck this ass man. Give me that nut.”

Alexander couldn’t take it anymore. With one last thrust he exploded in Bricks ass flooding the already used hole.

“Damn this pussy just as good as the first time.” Alexander admitted. He’d intended to let his dick fall out of its temporary home at its own pace but to his surprise he felt Brodie’s massive hands gripping his shoulders pulling him out of his position behind Brick.

“I know,” agreed the tall man, “that’s why I can’t wait no more.”

Without any presentation Brodie aligned himself with Brick’s battered hole and shoved himself in. Brick whimpered at the forceful invasion.

“Ah yeah! Thank y’all boys for loosening and lubing him up. This just like old times huh fellas? Thick Brick getting filled with dick.” Brodie focused his gaze on Chanel as he quickly got up to speed.

Brick was cool, for sure, and he’d watched him fuck his potential wife just some minutes ago but Brodie couldn’t understand how a woman could watch her man take all this dick and still be in love. Maybe it wasn’t for him to understand. He never wanted monogamy and ever since he’d started fucking Brick in college he’d had even more options to play the field with. Whoever could and would take his pole in their hole he’d oblige to slide.

“Come on man fuck me.” Brick’s words interrupted Brodie’s thoughts and brought him back to his position behind his friend.

“Oh, you wanna get fucked huh? You better be careful what you wish for,” Brodie responded now long dicking his buddy. He loved how Brick’s body responded to him. His back arching to allow a better angle, his quicker pace pushing back into Brodie sheathing the dick faster and faster, the constant moans to fuck him harder and harder.

In a lot of ways Brick was built for fucking. His thick body and desire to please allowed for Chase and Brodie to hammer him in ways they couldn’t with the slender girls they brought home. Sometimes it was pointless to go look for a girl to fuck when you were really frustrated. It became more fruitful to seek out Brick and fuck him as hard as possible. He never complained or seemed affected by the hard poundings.

For 10 minutes Brodie viciously pounded Brick, pelvis crashing into phat ass cheeks. The forcefulness of the fuck slowly beat Brick flat onto the floor between Chanel’s legs, leaving Brodie in a push-up position above him, face to face with Chanel.

“Fuck him. Flood that pussy,” she hissed staring Brodie in his eyes, “show me how you used to use him.” She was furiously rubbing her clit.

Brodie took her challenge to heart and fucked into Brick as hard and forceful as he could. Finally he felt his nut bubbling up and shoved himself all the way into Brick’s welcoming ass. He stared Chanel in the face while he felt his entire life pour into her soon to be husband.

“Like that?” He challenged back.

“Oh god yes,” she croaked through a spasming orgasm.

At last the moment passed, Brick breathing heavy on the floor, his three friends standing over him admiring their work, and Chanel taking it all in. She took a deep breath and announced, “Ok guys this house has a massive shower it’s time we get cleaned up. Y’all might have to carry my husband.”

Witches Rune Ch. 03

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Author’s note: While the stories in this series read best in order, they also stand alone. Just to make sure that you’ve got the basics, here is a very brief recap. I hope that you will read and enjoy them all! In Part 1, the girls cast a spell giving Nicole absolute power over men. In Part 2, Nicole seduced the pizza guy and he agreed to return after work.

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It was a quarter-to-twelve and the three girls where giggling about what had taken place hours earlier.

“I still can’t believe it worked!” Kelly was saying again. Nicole grabbed a fluffy pillow and smacked her in the face with it.

“When are you going to stop saying that?!” The blond girl had never done anything like casting a spell before, and she was still in awe. Her own spell had been to get better grades. “You know, I feel kinda bad for you two. You want in on the action?”

“What!?” Kelly and Samantha where shocked at the suggestion that Nicole was making.

“Sure, I can make him do anything right? I’ve never tried group sex but it sure looks fun from the movies I’ve seen.”

“I really don’t think my parents would approve,” Kelly said.

“Your parents aren’t here Kelly,” Nicole admonished. Besides, since you’ve started college, you’ve done all kinds of things they wouldn’t approve of, like join a coven for one. What do you want to do?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never even thought about group sex.”

“Well, I’m in!” Samantha said enthusiastically.

Nicole laughed, “Sounds like you might have done this before, Sam!”

Samantha laughed too. “No, but I’ve always wanted to. And I’ve done tons of other stuff. I always swore if I ever got a chance to do it in a group that I’d jump at it.”

“Other stuff- like what?” Kelly asked, suddenly interested.

“Oh you know girls, bondage, anal, vibrators, strap-ons, flavored lotions, voyeurism, roll playing…”

“Wow!” Kelly gasped. “My head is spinning. I don’t even think I know what half of that stuff means.”

The other two girls giggled and Kelly blushed. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Samantha reassured her, “Your honesty is refreshing.”

“You where really with girls?” Kelly asked. “Are you a- um…”

“Lesbian? No, but I consider myself bi. It’s ok to ask about it, I can see you’re really curious.”

“Well, it just seems kinda, I don’t know, gross.”

Samantha laughed again. “No it’s not gross. Actually it feels really good.”

Just then they heard a knock on the door. “Quick-” Nicole demanded, “You guys want in or not?”

“Absolutely!” said Samantha full of enthusiasm.

“I’m still not sure- but ok, I’ll give it a try,” said Kelly.

“You won’t be sorry,” Samantha assured her as Nicole opened the door.

The cute pizza delivery guy, Rob stood in the doorway with a shy smile. She still wore his work clothes, including the hat which he had forgotten to take off. Nicole escorted him into the room. “Have a seat, Rob,” she said, pointing to the couch.

Rob sat dutifully while Nicole continued do stand. “Why don’t you come over here and sit next to him Kelly and you to Sam. You can sit on the other side of him.” The two girls obeyed, wondering momentarily if they where also under her spell or if it was just the power of her newfound confidence.

With Kelly and Samantha flanking her him, Nicole bent down in front of Rob. Leaning forward on her toes she spoke to him. “Rob, my friends really like you. You wouldn’t mind if they joined us would you?”

Rob had a silly grin as he looked from Kelly to Samantha and then back to Nicole. “Really? You wouldn’t be mad or anything?”

“Of course not Rob, we don’t own each other. Besides, it’s just a good time among friends, right?”

His smile got even wider, “Sure, Nic. Whatever you say!”

Now it was Nicole’s turn to smile. “That’s my boy. Now Kelly here has never kissed another girl, but Samantha has. Would you like for them to climb up on your lap and start kissing each other?”

Rob could hardly keep still in his seat. “Would I ever! That would be- that would be amazing!”

Nicole looked to her friend. “Samantha, why don’t you show Kelly what a girl on girl kiss feels like?”

“Sure,” Samantha said, crawling up on Rob’s lap. “Come here Kelly. I promise to be gentle.”

Kelly took her place on Rob’s other leg, looking somewhat shy and embarrassed. “I’m not really sure about this…”

Samantha gently reached out a hand and touched the blonde’s cheek. Kelly flinched a little but didn’t jump away. Samantha leaned in and pressed her lips to Kelly’s. Kelly’s lips parted involuntarily and Sam’s tongue found its way into her mouth. She drew the blond girl closer, as if she where devouring a sumptuous dinner, firmly gripping the back of her head. Then at last she released her, but the younger girl whimpered as if she wished it had not ended so quickly.

Below them, Rob was growing bigger and harder. A blond and a brunette making out on his lap was a dream come true for a quiet unobtrusive guy like him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined anything cebeci escort like this would really happen to him.

“Girls,” Nicole directed. “Show Rob how much you like him. At this the two girls began to kiss his cheeks and run their hands over his body, from his chest to his legs and finally his lap. They took turns kissing his mouth, and sucking his tongue into there’s while the other kissed his cheek or licked his ear. Samantha took off his hat and tossed it across the room. In all this time, they were working at the intricacies of his pants to free the wild trouser snake.

When his cock had been wrestled loose, Nicole who was already on her knees bent forward and took it lovingly into her mouth. For all the sophistication she seemed to represent, she sucked cock noisily and sloppily. She slurped gleefully, making a game of licking him, sucking on him and slobbering all over the pink mushroom head. She used her hands, working him steadily, providing the friction that she could not with her mouth. Pre-come oozed out and she caught it as quickly as possible, savoring every taste, every last lick.

Rob for his part was enjoying everything that was happening. There was nothing for him to do other than lean back and enjoy himself. He was surprised when Nicole ceased her slurping and rose to position herself on his lap so that she could lick Samantha’s face. She simply stuck out her tongue and slowly dragged it up the short-haired girl’s cheek. Then the two girls started kissing each other in a joyous display. They where frenetically pulling each others clothes off, but Kelly just sat watching, as awestruck as Rob. Absently he pushed the back of her head down, and she complied, performing her very first blow-job.

Kelly wasn’t exactly sure what to do. The swollen organ looked kind of funny to her, and startlingly huge. She couldn’t imagine putting that whole thing in her mouth. Instead, she bent at the waist, and flicked at it curiously with her tongue. She turned her legs around so that instead of being folded in half, she was on all fours on the couch. She was somewhat afraid to touch him, but she couldn’t keep it from flapping all over in her face, so she took hold with one hand and supported herself on the opposite elbow.

She was amazed somewhat by the detailing, as she had never seen a penis up close like this before. Even when she had made love in the past, she never touched the guy, or looked at him there. She had always been too embarrassed. But now, Rob was occupied with the other two girls, so she felt a little less self-conscious. She felt free to examine his manhood and she licked and nibbled in her delicate virginal way. If the other two girls had been paying attention, they would have laughed at her.

Instead, the girls continued to make out with each other for a while before turning to undress her. Pretty soon, everyone’s clothes lay on the ground next to the couch, and Rob and the girls had moved to the floor.

The girls stacked themselves on top of each other; Nicole on the bottom; Samantha in the middle and tiny Kelly on top. As Rob plunged into Kelly from behind, Samantha reached around to finger each other. The three girls where hot and wet and ready. Kelly’s tiny pussy squeezed around Rob’s hard cock, and he could hear her moans and soft grunts as he slapped into her. For such a virginal innocent, she sure had one juicy dripping cunt.

She moaned and writhed beneath him, wiggling around on top of the stacked bodies of her friends. Rob cupped her breasts, a perfect handful, and slid in and out of her hot wet pink. Kelly met his thrusts, squeezing his hard tool inside her snug pussy and rocking all the way back to fill herself completely with his cock. The blond was panting and bucking. Those good girls always surprise you, Rob thought as he fucked her beautiful snatch.

Rob looked at the other two beautiful pussies spread open before him, manicured fingers working them excitedly. He pulled out of Kelly and plunged into Samantha’s dripping whole. So warm and welcoming, he moaned in pleasure. It was harder now, for Kelly and Nicole to reach each other, so they turned instead to pleasuring themselves, a site which Rob also greatly enjoyed.

Rob had no idea how this had happened and couldn’t believe his luck. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, but so shy. Normally if a knockout like Nicole had answered the door, he’d have been tongue tied and made a complete ass of himself. But something about her just drew him in, put him at ease. Even though she was incredibly forward and fast, he hadn’t freaked as he normally would have. And now, to his great fortune he was fucking three hot babes who where stacked on top of each other and spread open wide just for him. I must have done something right in a past life he thought. If I’m sleeping, don’t wake me.

But he was awake, and he hungered for Nicole’s sweet pussy that he had fucked earlier in the evening. It was an experience he’d never forget, not because it was his first time, because it wasn’t, çukurambar escort but because all his previous times had been awkward and clumsy and with her, it had been perfect, magical.

Samantha moaned in protest when he pulled out of her, but his angel’s sweet pussy was calling. Her cunt was spread open and waiting. Juices dripped from her pink lips, and her sweet mouth was whispering nasty things to him that he seemed to hear in the back of his mind. “Put it in me, Rob. Fuck my pussy hard.”

Rob spread Nicole’s ass cheeks, enjoying the view of her slippery pink folds welcoming him in. He positioned his cock over her pussy and slid in deep. “Ooooooohhhhhh!” she exclaimed as he hit the back of her cervix. He gripped her ass and thrust in and out of her, bringing her quickly to climax. He hadn’t even stopped when she was yelling, “Do it again, Rob. Keep fucking me, baby. Make me come again.”

Nicole was apparently multiorgasmic, because she came three times, hard. The squeezing of her pussy gave him the urge to cum as well, but her steady voice was telling him not to, and it was all he needed. Whatever Nicole wanted was exactly what he would do.

“I want you to fuck our asses, Rob. I want you to fuck them good. But first I think you better lick our wet pussies and get our asses sloppy wet too.”

Rob needed little encouragement and was soon slurping up three pussies and then back down. He buried his face in hot quim, darting his tongue in and out and wiggling his face from side to side. It was a paradise of pussy, and he couldn’t get enough. The three girls had neatly clipped pubic hair, each in the colors matching the hair on their heads. Three throbbing clits hung engorged and ready for his hungry waiting mouth. The girls squealed and panted, squirming all over on top of one another while he teased their sweet horny slits.

“Rim us baby! Lick our asses!” Nicole’s voice was encouraging him, egging him on. He was disappointed to abandon their pretty pink pussies, but he felt compelled to follow her directions. He licked her puckered pink hole first, much to her delight. The other two girls nearly lost their balance and came toppling down, but they managed to stay on top of one another.

He licked Samantha’s ass, then Kelly’s. The poor blond didn’t know what hit her. She began to howl with pleasure. The stimulation seemed to turn her nasty and cheap. “Oh god, lick my ass. Make me your little slut. Shove your tongue up my tight little whole. Slap me, slap me hard. Spank my little ass. I want to be your filthy little bitch!”

Everyone seemed taken by surprise when Kelly’s mouth got nasty, but there was little to do except play along. He rimmed her momentarily and then quickly got to the business of thrusting with his tongue. If she was this nasty already, he couldn’t wait to slide his boner into her tight little pucker.

He licked a finger and slid it up her anus. She went wild, yelling out profanities that would have sent him over the edge if it weren’t for Nicole’s gentle voice in the back of his scull, “Don’t come yet, I’ll tell you when.”

“Oh my god, she’s a closet slut,’ he heard Samantha exclaim.

“The very best kind,” Nicole replied.

He licked a finger from his other hand and poked it up Samantha’s ass. She too turned into a wanton woman. “Oh god, finger my ass. Make it rough. Oh god, oh, oh-rooaar!” He’d pretty much expected as much from her, she had that independent, in charge of my own sexuality vibe. Hot. But not as hot as innocent blond turned fuck-slut.

He fingered them both, and positioned his stiff dick over Nicole’s sweet rosebud. “Are you ready for it, babe?” he asked, realizing that he wasn’t exactly sure what their status was, but she was definitely his sex goddess. Worshiping her was his privilege, especially when all she seemed to want was for him to make her come over and over and over again.

“Take it slow, Rob. Gentle now. There will be plenty of time to go crazy when you get it. Careful. Steady. Whoa, back up a little, now try to rock, gentle, gentle.” He had stopped poking the blond and the brunette in there backdoor holes, holding his fingers steady, firmly buried in there anal chutes. Pressing past the hallowed gates to be received by Nicole’s ass was taking all of his concentration, especially calming himself down enough to go as slow as she needed him to. To grab her and just shove it in her roughly would have been his baser instinct, but Nicole was the object of his worship and adoration and he could not see himself hurting her in any way. Instead he did just as she asked and focused all of his concentration on her body language and her words.

His gentle rocking was gradually gaining him entrance. He could feel the outer ring of muscles surrounding her anus relaxing and letting his engorged member past. Just as he felt it was safe to plunge in he realized that a second ring of muscles stood guard to prevent his passage. Once again he was forced to slow down, rock gently, focus on demetevler escort slowing his breath, keeping his cool. The wild beast in him was tightly reined. The soothing sound of Nicole’s voice again kept him under control.

Rob released a deep sigh as Nicole’s sphincter muscles welcomed him into her soft warm ass. He rocked back and forth and caressed her supple butt-cheeks as he buried his manhood deep inside. She moaned gratefully as he stroked her in and out. Rob moaned right along with her. “Oh baby, your ass is so hot.” It was trite, but Rob just wasn’t in the right frame of mind to think up something original.

As he fucked her backdoor, Nicole’s cool, in control façade began to crumble. She was panting and hissing the likes of which Rob had never heard before. It was clear from the way she pushed back with her ass that she was enjoying herself, and she soon found her voice enough to articulate a mumbled, “more, more, yes.”

Nicole wasn’t loud and nasty. It was more like her brain had just turned off. I’m fucking her stupid, Rob thought to himself continuing to thrust and grunt. Nicole made weird noises that indicated that she just couldn’t control herself; this ass fucking was just too intense. Now Rob was without her calming influence, he went wild too, but he still felt as though he couldn’t come without her permission.

“That’s it baby, come for me. I’m pounding your hot ass with my hard cock; finger your pussy, babe. I want to feel you gush. Come on Nicole, I want you to come so I can fuck your two friends her in the ass too. Squirt for me filthy slut, squirt.”

“Oh GOD! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Nicole’s orgasm exploded around her. The hard ass pounding coupled with her own middle finger quickly diddling her clit and Rob’s sudden dominant attitude combined to send her over the edge. Hot sticky liquid gushed forth over her thighs Rob continued to pound into her through her orgasm, enjoying the feeling of her ass walls squeezing against his hard-on.

When the last twitch of Nicole’s anus finally came to completion, he slid out of her used up opening and easily slid into Samantha’s quivering bud. Samantha’s opening took him easily, Rob guessed that she was quite used to being fucked up the ass, and took a gamble by immediately talking dirty too her.

“You’re just a nasty filthy cunt aren’t you. Your ass just swallowed my cock right up.”

“Oh god, yes,” Samantha wailed. “Talk dirty to me, use my ass, pound me good.”

“Little whore. You’ve had your ass stuffed with cock lots of times haven’t you, little tramp? I’d like to get a couple friends together and stuff all of your holes up at once. You’d like that wouldn’t you, nasty piece of trash?”

“Oh m…m…my god! Yes, treat me like a whore. Talk to me like a cheap piece of ass.”

“You know what I’d like to see? I’d like to see you suck my jizz out of Nicole’s ass and feed it to your innocent little friend up there with the dirty mouth while I pound her ass full of cock. How would you like that?”

“Yes, yes, shove my face into Nicky’s ass, I would love that!”

“Little bitch. Slut.” Rob gave her a final slam as she shuddered and came hard around his buried shaft. Just for good measure, he pulled out and gave her a rough slap on her left cheek, wondering what had gotten into him.

Now he was at the opening of sweet blond Kelly, sure to be tight. He doubted that she’d ever had anal sex before, and he’d have to be gentle once again. She would surely turn whore when he got his man meat inside of her, but first he would have to slow down again. He was so hot now, the urge to just take her was almost unbearable, and he wasn’t as gentle as he should have been.

With his hands on either side of her ass, he shoved against her puckered opening. Kelly let out a cry of discomfort followed by a plea. “No, I can’t do it that way. I’ve never…”

“I’m sorry, I got carried away,” Rob was about to plunge back into Kelly’s eager snatch when he heard Nicole’s voice, once again collected and in control.

“Just relax Kelly. The key is to take it slow. It won’t hurt I promise. Will you give it a try for me, Kelly?”

Kelly sniffled; it was clear she was afraid. “Ok, I’ll try. But be- be careful.”

Rob braced himself once again at her opening. “Ok, now push out, it’ll relax you and open you up.”

Kelly did as she was told, and Rob found himself sliding easily inside of her. She whimpered, but then gasped, as he hit the far wall of her back door. Her entire body seemed to convulse with pleasure.

What happened next, no one could have predicted. They had all surmised that Kelly was a closet slut; quiet and reserved most of the time but wild and nasty as soon as the clothes come off. But the effect of the girl getting Rob’s cock shoved up her anal passageway was to turn her into an absolute fuck beast.

“Ram me! Ram me! Fuck me hard!” She started shouting. Like a woman possessed, she spewed obscenities that coaxed him forward. If ever he’d had reservations about the innocent blond being able to take his tool, they where all gone now.

“Grab my hair!” she commanded. Rob took a handful in a high ponytail and jerked her head around. “Yank me around, fuck me hard! Make it rough dammit! Fuck me like a goddamned whore. Make me your filthy little bitch. I NEED to be your bitch! Order me to bark like the filthy little tramp I am! Please! Please! I wanna be your bitch.”