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Please remember, as with all my stories, should you be looking for ‘Realism’, just move on. I aim for ‘Ridiculously Plausible’. All named characters in this story are eighteen or much older.

This one is a slow burn, and it is a one-off, guys and gals, unless someone has a really great idea for me on how to move beyond this finale.

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My last class on Wednesdays let out at 4:15, but I had hung out for a few minutes with another student to argue with our professor about a point she had made during the discussion that afternoon. Both my friend Cassie and I felt that the woman needed to know that she was just flat wrong, but didn’t want to waste our classmates’ time with our corrective input. Fifteen predictably unproductive minutes later, our professor remained impervious to our superior arguments, and we finally despaired of fixing her.

My friend peeled off to head for her newer, more luxurious dorm, and I carded myself into the aging Stenson Hall, wherein lay my own, less expensive, lair. I stopped to stomp the unseasonably late snow off my boots in the entry, then briskly hopped up the stairs to the second floor and ambled down the hall. I was in a good mood. I had a fun argument under my belt already that day, and my homework situation was about a chill as it ever got.

Two rooms before I reached my own, I saw the door to 210 standing open. The cultural rule at my university is that if you leave your door open, it is an invitation to one and all to drop in and hang out. If you find a door closed, but you still want to talk to the inhabitant(s), you knock, and wait. No answer, you move on. About a third of doors were open at any given time. I had passed several to get to this point in the hall.

I did not pass 210, however. Instead I swung in. 210 was the abode of Lisa and Lee. Both were sophomores like me, and both were good friends, and near continuous obsessions, of mine. I paused in the doorway and rapped on the frame. “Everybody decent in here?” I called as I came on in.

“Fully clothed!” sang out Lee cheerily.

“Shucks. Life is a continuous series of disappointments,” I grumbled as I passed their closets flanking the entrance and stopped in the middle of the room. The two of them shot a look at each other. That was honestly about the most flirty I ever got with these two girls, but not because I wasn’t interested. Far, far from it.

Lisa was sitting on her bed against the left wall, her legs crossed. The dorm rooms in Stenson are chronically kept at a wastefully, uncomfortably, warm temperature. Therefore, despite the late spring snow outside, Lisa was wearing athletic shorts. That suited me fine, as it afforded me a great view of her crossed, tauntingly athletic legs. Her naturally platinum blonde bangs hung down over her face as she twisted to the left to type furiously on the laptop sitting upon the bed next to her. She looked up at me briefly, an absent-minded but brilliant smile flashing into view. She muttered, “Hello, George,” and she went back to banging away on her keyboard, obviously completing a thought.

Lee was likewise sitting on her bed against the opposite wall, propped up against the veritable mountain of pillows she always kept there. She held a copy of The Invisible Man loosely in her hand in a gesture that clearly indicated that she’d prefer talking to me, or probably even a wall, over reading that book. She laid it open but face-down on the beautiful, half-shade darker than café au lait skin of her leg. She too was wearing shorts. Lee habitually wore her shorts almost to the knee however, as if she didn’t like inviting comparisons to Lisa’s toned masterpieces. Privately, I thought that ridiculous. Lee might not have the sculpted limbs of the nationally ranked skier that Lisa was, but her softer, curvier legs and ass were equally enticing, if differently so. She was mixed-race, and I mean really mixed-race. In just the prior three generations of her family, she boasted ancestors from the continent of Africa, two distinct parts of Asia, and Mexico, along with that most exotic of ethnicities: 14th generation Connecticut WASP. It seemed like the fates had decided to combine in Lee the most striking elements of each of her heritages. Not always the most ‘classically’ beautiful elements, mind you, but the most striking.

It should be obvious that I had the hots for both of them. And that was my problem.

Neither had much history of boyfriends in the time that I had known them. Both were wildly attractive to me, if in different ways. Both were happy, funny, smart, and charismatic. And both liked me, in what seemed like the best (worst) tradition of Platonic friendship. I wanted to change that. I wanted very much to ask one or the other of them out, and had wanted to since I had met them both the first day of the fall semester.

But which one?

“Are you going to the concert Friday night, George?” Lisa asked as I dropped my book bag and flopped uninvited onto their purple velour bean ulus escort bag that served as a guest chair in their room.

“Yeah, thank God the weather will do its usual spring thing and be 60 instead of snowing by then,” I answered. I had grabbed a ticket for the cheaper lawn seating area back when they first went on sale. “You guys are going too, I assume?”

Our college boasted an outdoor amphitheater that often hosted public concerts and other performances beyond strictly campus events. Like most students, I had gone for the cheaper option that left you sitting or standing on the wide grass slope back behind where the people with adult money sat. It was the thing to do, even with the weather risk at that time of year. There was usually a pretty good party out there on the lawn beyond all the covered seating. Lisa slapped her laptop closed with satisfaction and patted a Ticketmaster printout on her desk. “We will see you out on the lawn,” she declared.

We chatted idly about the headline band, arguing about which album of theirs was the best. As is often the case with the three of us, especially when one or more is trying to avoid doing their homework, the conversation soon veered wildly off course to a heated discussion of 90’s Grunge Rock. Once on that subject, both Lee and Lisa started mooning over the ‘tragic story’ of Kurt Cobain. I contended hotly that he was a shit and an asshole who had had it all and whose self-indulgent suicide, exactly like Hemingway’s, served only to deprive the world of all the great work that they would have produced, if they’s just manned up instead of making out with a shotgun.

“You are a cold-hearted asshole,” Lisa told me good-naturedly.

Look, I might have had the burning hots for both these girls, but that didn’t mean I was going to back down on my opinion on a loser like Cobain. I have standards when it comes to my arguments about inconsequentialities.

Who am I kidding? Had I felt I was anywhere close to sealing the deal with either of them, I’d have agreed with just about any ridiculous contention, including Lee’s fervent belief that Niall Horan is in possession of any talent at all beyond simply looking good. But since I could not even make a decision about which of them to ask out in the first place, there was no potential deal to seal, even in early draft form. So Kurt Cobain and his memory just had to be shit upon. It was the only right and proper thing to do.

That sort of mental process was often underlying my thoughts when I hung out with the girls. I really wanted to go out with one of them, but was terrified of deciding who, and of what might happen if I tried.

So I did nothing. And by nothing, I mean not any kind of thing. I was so hung up on these two that I didn’t ask anyone else out either. I’m not sure that even in the impossible event that my lesbian friend Cassie had suddenly declared that she need to suck some cock for her Human Sexuality homework, that I’d have said yes. (That last example was for exaggerated illustration purposes only. Had Cassie expressed any interest in my dick, I’d have dropped trou instantly, even had we been standing in the middle of the Quad. Cassie, while quite hot, was not as sexy as either Lisa or Lee, but her friendly unattainability worked at my soul like a pebble in my shoe.)

I had resolved early on to simply bide my time, enjoy Lisa and Lee’s friendship, ogle them out of the corner of my eye, and look for any indication that one or the other might be finally looking for an invitation. And I had completely given up trying to decide between them. However, the problem was, neither they nor the fates seemed in any hurry to make my choice for me.

Our conversation wandered back to the topic of Friday’s band, and the crazily public ‘love’ life of its lead singer. The fact is, unrequited lusts aside, I really enjoyed hanging out and shooting the shit with Lisa and Lee. I made it almost half an hour before the sweltering heat and my thick outdoor clothes and puffy vest made it too uncomfortable to sit there any longer, and I bestirred myself to head back to my own room. In addition to the heat, both girls had had homework in front of them when I first entered, and I was concerned that I might wear out my welcome. That would be a fate to be avoided at all costs with either of them, much less both. I judged that I had been right, and that they really did need to work, as Lee closed the door behind me when I left.

My own room was quiet as always as I entered.I stripped down so I could put on something light enough to handle the heat of winter-strength radiators in a time of warm spring snow. I had essentially an oversized single dorm, as my assigned roommate had dropped out after the fall semester. It wasn’t that he was having any trouble with his classes, but was instead so damned smart that he was bored to tears. As it turned out, he would end up taking three full semesters off before coming yenimahalle escort back and graduating with both a bachelors and a masters in five total years, including the time he had taken off. While he was gone, he nerded out on his keyboard and his workbench and came up with a gizmo that you probably own at least one of, and sold it for high seven figures to the multinational that now sells it like it was their idea. When he wasn’t reinventing consumer electronics, the guy was screwing the beautiful girlfriend he’d been with since Senior year in high school. The fucker.

I only bring up my rock star of an ex-roommate to illustrate how much I am not some kind of exceptional dude. At 5′ 8″, I’m a good two inches below average height for a guy. I’m in decent shape, and I almost always shower regularly, so I got that going for me. As a student, B+’s come to me as easy as breathing in virtually any subject, but I’ve got to actually be interested in the material to get A’s or especially A+’s. I’m that guy who other kids hate because he makes things look easy, but who also seldom impresses anyone that matters with his results. (Hi Mom!) My only feature that really stands out is my smile. The evidence provided by women over the years has suggested that it is a real winner, and after four miserable years in braces as a kid, it damned sure ought to be good now. I tend to smile a lot, in part because I am usually a pretty happy guy, and in part because I have learned instinctively that smiling increases my chances that certain things might happen to make me even happier…

I tended to smile constantly when I was around Lisa and Lee. Neither seemed to find it weird or off-putting, but, alas, neither of them had spontaneously melted into my arms because of it either.

I had plans to go to the concert with my friends Carl and Pepe. The high plains weather had done its thing and the air was thirty degrees warmer than it had been just two days prior. There was not a cloud in the sky, and the ground was dry. We horsed around as we crossed campus, shoving each other a little and giving shit to Pepe for being so tall and to me for being so short.

To be clear, I am not short. I am five-eight. I am shorter, not short.

When we got to the venue and the warm-up act came out to annoy everyone, I found that Carl and Pepe, the shits, had each arranged to meet dates. I suddenly found myself sitting on the grass between two couples, neither of which had any interest in talking to me. After I had sat there like a total prat for an awful warm-up song or two, I rose and excused myself. Neither buddy took note of my departure.

I wandered around aimlessly, or so I told myself. I had an aim, of course. It was to find Lisa and Lee, which I did in short order. During the first couple of months that I knew them, I couldn’t understand why I was always able to find them in a crowd so easily. I eventually realized that I was using some sub-conscious process that recognized the way that people’s eyes tend to gravitate toward the two of them, and I was just following the currents of other people’s attention.

I approached, and lowered myself to sit cross-legged behind them.

“There you are,” drawled Lee.

“I thought you were coming with Pepe and Carl,” added Lisa.

I shrugged and nodded off behind us and to the left, where Carl and his new girl were lying on the grass, horizontal and superimposed. “They both found better company than I was going to provide.”

They both laughed at my expense, as did I.

The concert was great, once the opening act got the fuck out of there. I was especially happy when Lee and Lisa slid backward to sit on either side of me during the show, including me between them. The bad news was that I could no longer stare openly at their asses, which was a genuine loss. But the good news was that I could check out both of their fronts out of the corners of my eyes. Lisa’s modest but perfectly formed tits were hard to make out in her loose, lavender Lacoste shirt. Lee’s much more impressive chest was clearly outlined by her tight teeshirt from the band’s tour the prior year. She might have not loved her legs, but she was just fine with making sure people got an eyeful of her chest.

As the concert went on, I found myself rubbing shoulders with both girls as we swayed back and forth, singing the lyrics along with the band and half the crowd. Later, during a slower song, Lee tiredly leaned against me, resting against my arm. A moment of so after that, Lisa leaned over against my other side. They stayed there, leaning on my shoulders for a long time. It was the nicest, longest, most casually intimate contact I had ever had with either of them. Alas, neither seemed more affectionate than the other. And anyway, there seemed to be nothing remotely sexual or romantic about it on either side.I just grossed to the music and leant sturdy support to each. But I still found myself fighting a boner that would have been square in both their fields of vision had it gone much further toward fruition. Fortunately, the next song was one of the band’s big hits, and everybody leapt to their feet. It was great evening, and I honestly thought that I had touched each of them more during that concert than I had in total since I had met them, even if it had been just shoulder-to-shoulder.

I have to confess though, it really got me going. When I got back to my double-sized yet single dorm room, I yanked my pants down to my knees and threw myself onto my bed.

I looked down at my cock to see Lisa’s smiling, cornflower blue eyes looking back up at me. Her long, lush lashes, incredibly alluring even without mascara, framed those glorious orbs spectacularly. I groaned as she worked my cock in her delicate hands. With a grin that arched her almost invisible platinum eyebrows, she tilted my head against her lips and pushed me inside her mouth.

I rolled my head back, then looked down. The girl kneeling before me had morphed, and now I was looking at the lovely mocha face of Lee. Her brown eyes smiled up at me just as happily, their dark pools sparkling with delight. Her wide mouth, decorated with the eccentrically bright red lipstick she always wore, wrapped more easily around my cock than Lisa’s had. I moaned as she easily took my shaft in and out rapidly.

Later, at a point where it was once more Lisa’s happy face that consumed my cock, I shuddered and moaned quietly as my balls emptied and sprayed white jizz all over my stomach and hand. I collapsed backward, feeling just little bit of shame that I had, as was often the case, used my friends like that in my masturbatory fantasies.

To be fair, Scarlett Johansen may have also made an appearance, giving my friends a break during the middle of the festivities. She and a few other celebrities often dropped by, but that night it was Scarlett, I’m pretty sure. She took off pretty quickly after she appeared, though. My mind was on my dorm mates.

I and my smile have always done pretty well with the girls, but since less than a month after first meeting Lisa and Lee, Rosy Palm and her crew had been my only sexual partners. Everyone does well with the ladies when they are lying alone in the dark, with their dick in their hand. I just was getting sick and tired of getting ‘laid’ like that… even if it did involve Scarlett Johansen… or sometimes a young Halle Berry.

Oh, and sometimes I thought about… You get the picture.

The next weekend, I was once more ensconced on Lisa and Lee’s beanbag on Saturday afternoon, setting sunlight streaming through the window and half blinding me as we talked. We all three got an Instagram notification at the same time and smirked at each other as we each checked our phones. We had been talking about nothing interesting enough to ignore the social media stimulation, especially since we all got the same notification.

It was a picture of Carl and his girl from the concert. The picture was from the shoulders up, and it was pointedly obvious that like his, her shoulders were innocent of any clothing, even camisole or bra straps… Our conversation went to Carl’s hot new item, and our universal agreement that it would not last.

“Still, I refuse to Like this damned pic,” declared Lisa. “No guy that have I wanted to has asked me out all year.”

Lee almost hissed at Lisa, then added sort of quellingly, “Me either, girl!” They kind of shared a fraught look for a moment. Then, damned if they didn’t both turn their gaze on me! And it wasn’t the friendliest look I’d ever seen from either of them.

“Hey,” I defended myself, against what, I didn’t know. But I apparently needed defending. “I’m date-free these days, too! My social life isn’t any better than yours. Hell, my social life is your social life,” I added, looking to blunt from their weirdly angry vibe with mutual camaraderie.

They traded looks. Then Lisa seemed to assume the role as spokesperson and almost shouted, “Oh, fuck off, George,” she said, almost acidly.

“Yeah,” agreed Lee. “Fuck off. Like, fuck right off out of our room. We don’t need your sympathy.”

And just like that, for the first time ever, I got kicked out of their room. And they even slammed the door behind me!

To say I was non-plussed would be an understatement. I wandered back to my own room, a little dazed. What the fuck was that?

Were they mad at some guy or guys, and I, as the closest member of the species, was taking the hit for him/them?

I resolved to give the girls a wide berth for a week to let the heat blow over. I went to visit some friends in another dorm and had dinner there so I wouldn’t see them in our dining hall that Saturday. The next morning, I made myself get up earlier than usual for my morning run, so I would be long past the place where they did Sunday yoga before that activity began. My usual MO, of course, was to time my passing by to coincide with the middle of that workout. The way I could get an eyeful of them (and others) doing some pose like Downward Dog. God bless yoga pants and Downward Dog! That afternoon, I stayed in my room, with my door actually closed for once, forced myself to be a student, and did some homework.

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With a busy work schedule at a critical point in her career, Sofia hadn’t had time for dating in years. She wasn’t unattractive – her generous tits and ass meant men gawked at her in public, always trying to grab a handful during her rare excursions to clubs. But Sofia’s schedule meant there was never time for someone else and she hated the idea of one night stand. By the time she had thought to book a massage she was practically vibrating out of her skin anytime someone’s hands grazed her.

She’d chosen an upscale establishment with good reviews for a full day spa treatment that began with a massage.

She walked in, heading straight for the receptionist desk. “Hi, I have an appointment for Sofia at 9am?”

“Yes, of course! I see we have you booked in to start with a massage. We actually have a special going right now, where you get a 25% discount if you try our new CBD massage. Are you interested?”

Sofia mulled it over before consenting.

“Great! Because it’s a newer technique, your massage therapist will be supervised. It also starts with a complimentary smoothie to help your body start to move those toxins out.” The receptionist moved back, pulling a bottled smoothie out of the small fridge.

Sofia took the bottle, gulping down the concoction.

“Since the massage uses a lot of oil we recommend removing all of your clothing and undergarments. If you prefer, we have some disposable undergarments you can use!” Sofia nodded gratefully, she had forgotten to put underwear on in her rush to make it to the appointment on time, which her clingy tee shirt dress was highlighting.

“Now, if you’ll follow me!” the receptionist led her through the maze of hallways behind the lobby before depositing her in a small room with warm, dim lighting. “Go ahead and change and then you can get under the sheet.”

Once she went to put on the mesh scraps the receptionist had handed her, Sofia realized there must have been some sort of sizing mistake. Her 34G tits were squished by the tight mesh bralette, the fabric’s edges rolling under pressure and barely covering her nipples. Sofia’s tits were spilling out both the top and bottom of the tube of fabric. The panties they provided may have been a bikini cut on a smaller girl, but Sofia’s hips and ass meant they barely qualified as a thong. The gusset was so narrow her pussy’s puffy lips almost swallowed it entirely and the top of the panties barely covered her slit. Her body had been warming up since she finished the smoothie, her pussy getting slick, and the moisture was obvious on the fresh panties. She fiddled with the pieces in front of the mirror, distressed by how slutty the mesh scraps made her look.

“Almost worse than just being naked!”

Sofia tried to adjust the bralette, but it seemed to rebel at the attempt, rolling up and her tits fully escaping. She was still wrestling with it when she heard the knock on the door.

“Sorry, one second!” She dove onto the massage table and pulled the sheet over herself, heart racing as she struggled to cover herself. With Sofia’s tits free, they were crushed under her, spilling out the sides to escape. She heard the door open, but couldn’t hear any footsteps on the carpeted flooring.

A young, female voice spoke up, “Hi, I’m Lily, I’ll be doing your massage today. Let me know at any time if you have any suggestions!”

“Got it!” Face down, Sofia couldn’t see the two men that had entered the room with Lily.

“We’re actually going to start with you sitting up, if you want to turn over,” Lily said, moving towards the table. Sofia shuffled upwards, trying to pull her hair out of her face, get the bralette to at least cover her nipples, and keep the sheet on. Distracted by all the moving pieces, Sofia didn’t notice the two men in the room until she was full upright.

“Oh!”

“Like Jenny explained at the front desk, I’ll be doing your massage with a little supervision today, as this is a new technique I’m still being trained on! This is Mark and Alex, two of our senior staff.”

“Umm, hi?” Sofia clutched the sheet to her body.

The men introduced themselves to Sofia with friendly smiles, each giving her a firm handshake before leaning back against the wall.

Lily spoke from behind her, “I’m putting a support against your back, if you can lean back onto it for me now.”

Sofia did, feeling herself recline slightly. “And just keep your head up for a second so I can get your hair out of the way-” Sofia shivered a little as she felt Lily’s fingers combing her hair back, “Perfect, now lean your head back.” This left Sofia almost facing the ceiling and able to avoid looking straight at the men in front of her.

“This massage uses body positions to help stretch your muscles out, so throughout the massage I’ll ask you to hold your body in different positions. We’ll start off with an inner thigh stretch, so if you can spread your legs wide for me, with your calves hanging off the table, yup, that’s perfect!”

The table’s tandoğan escort width meant that Sofia’s thighs were almost a straight line, stretched out to the edges. She had felt the gusset of her glorified thong slip fully between her fat pussy lips when she had spread her legs, leaving her pussy nearly naked. The thin sheet covering her torso was only the size of a small towel, just barely managing to reach from Sofia’s nipples to pussy.

“And now, if you can put your arms to your sides.” Sofia reluctantly let go of where she was holding onto the sheet. “Since this is a CBD massage, I’m going to apply the oil over your shoulders now, so that it can start taking effect.” Beyond the CBD extracts, the massage oil also contained a bit of menthol, which would amp up her skin’s sensitivity, especially on delicate areas.

Sofia hummed in agreement, her eyes closed. She could feel the oil pour down her shoulders, streams of it running down over and between her breasts.

Lily began working on Sofia’s neck and shoulders, switching between firm, even pressure and nearly ticklish strokes. Sofia had always had very vocal responses to both pain and pleasure and even as she struggled trying to bite back moans the room was treated to her one woman chorus of breathy gasps. A moan finally escaped after Lily hit a particularly sore spot, causing Sofia to blush and mumble an apology.

“No, keep them coming! Sounds help me know what’s working and what isn’t!” The explicit permission tore away the last strands of Sofia’s self control and she found herself unable to hold back any more noises. Sofia was hyper conscious of everything – Lily’s fingers, the attractive men watching her experience physical pleasure, her own moans and gasps, the oil Lily kept reapplying, finding new paths down her body. She could feel her nipples tightening and pussy slowly begin to drip under the blanket. The sounds she made were still deeply embarrassing to her, but she tried to focus just on the feel of the massage, attempting to let everything else float away.

Lily was moving down her arms, squeezing each one at a time. As she brought Sofia’s right arm up, the sheet slipped a little, uncovering her nipples. Lily shook the arm, letting Mark and Alex watch Sofia’s tits bounce. The fabric the undergarments had been constructed of stood no chance at opacity with the oil coating Sofia’s tits, so they got a great view. She repeated the action on Sofia’s left arm, causing the bottom edge of the now nearly sheer bralette to slowly roll up and expose the bottom of Sofia’s areola. The way the fabric dug into Sofia’s tits was incredibly tantalizing, letting everyone envision what they would look like held in their own hands. Sofia, distracted by all the different stimuli, didn’t notice Lily buckling leather cuffs around her wrists until she had nearly finished on the second one.

“Huhh?” Sofia opened her eyes to see Mark and Alex smirking at her.

“I’ve just put some bracelets on you, with them we can help you hold certain stretches without adding tension back into your body!” Lily quickly hooked the cuffs onto posts behind Sofia, the stretch pulling at her shoulders and pushing out her tits. This kind of made sense, it was a stretch focused massage. Just as Sofia had finished rationalizing her absurd position, she looked down to realize the sheet had pooled around her hips and her tits had nearly escaped their mesh constraints. She blushed deeply, body squirming as she attempted to cover up, having momentarily forgotten her arms were now restrained.

“Uhmmm-“

Lily laughed, “Don’t worry about the guys, they see them all the time, they don’t care. Plus, we’re working on them in a second, they’d be uncovered soon enough!”

The looks on both guys’ faces seemed to suggest they very much did care, but Sofia was too mortified to argue. Before today, only one guy had ever seen her naked before and now two of them were getting a pretty detailed look at her upper body. Lily’s hands, true to her word, were already traveling down Sofia’s sides, thumbs pressing into her tits as they passed, fully freeing them from the bralette.

“Actually, I’m just gonna go ahead and take it off, since it’ll get in the way of the work we’re doing on your pecs.” Before Sofia could say anything, cold metal was sliding against her skin and the bralette’s cups fell to her sides. A couple snips later and the whole thing was gone. Sofia shut her eyes to avoid having to see Mark and Alex watching her, skin tingling with the combination of humiliation and menthol. Lily applied some more oil to her hands before cupping Sofia’s breasts. Even with her fingers spread, she was barely able to encase half of a tit. Distracted by their size and softness, she bounced them in her hands, the guys watching avidly. Sofia started squirming, letting out a few breathy moans.

Lily cleared her throat, “Right, so I’m going to start working on your pectoral muscles. Obviously, tunalı escort your breast tissue makes it kind of difficult to reach them, but it’s important to get as much work done as we can, since tension here can build up in your shoulders.” Her hands were suddenly all over Aluce’s tits, squeezing, pushing, pressing. The first time Lily’s fingers “accidentally” grazed Sofia’s sensitive nipples, she jerked in the restraints, gasping. She was unconsciously trying to grind down on the table, her pussy nearly on fire from the stimulation and menthol oil, begging to be touched. Sofia was pretty lost in her arousal when she felt a second, larger pair of hands begin cupping her tits. She opened her eyes, squeaking when she saw Mark inches away.

“Sorry to scare you,” he laughed, “I’m helping Lily reach a difficult section of muscle by supporting your breasts.” Lily’s fingers were prodding at the underside of Sofia’s tits, almost disappearing into them at points, as she attacked the muscles. Sofia’s humiliation grew, unable to stop her squirms and moans even as Mark stood right in front of her, watching her tits jiggle in his hands. Sofia shut her eyes again, feeling her cum dripping out of her needy pussy, mixing with the oil to pool under her. The gusset of Sofia’s panties, now trapped between her lips, was providing whispers of simulation to her clit as she moved her hips, all while Mark’s hands cupped her tits, his thumbs slowly stroking over her nipples. Sofia sighed in relief when after another minute he gave her tits a quick squeeze and finally released them, stepping back to the wall.

“Time to turn over!” Lily unhooked Sofia’s arms and helped her sit up fully before removing the wedge. Sofia began trying to flip herself without exposing herself further, but the oil still covering her body made it a slippery and futile endeavor. Even getting her feet back on the table was difficult, so Mark and Alex moved forward to help her, manhandling her onto her front.

Lily pulled Sofia’s arms back up, clipping them onto the posts again before beginning to work on her back. Lily used long strokes from shoulder to cheek, sliding her hands up Sofia’s sides and tits and down under the panty straps to knead at her ass. One of the supervisors stepped forward to pour more oil over Sofia’s ass as Lily continued to knead it. Her hands were continuously pulling Sofia’s cheeks apart before releasing them, allowing them to jiggle as they rebounded together. Lily’s thumbs would start off in the crease between Sofia’s ass and thigh, hooking under the thong on its upwards trajectory, just missing Sofia’s dripping hole with each pass. Unfortunately, all the oil and movement had taken its toll. After several repetitions of this maneuver, the thin fabric of the thong snapped under Lily’s hands, leaving Sofia naked as it rebounded into its original shape. Sofia made a noise of protest, her face burning as she realized her last pretense at modesty had disintegrated, but Lily just ripped off the remaining shreds matter-of-factly.

Lily then removed the sheet entirely, baring Sofia’s legs to the room. She poured more oil down the length of Sofia’s left leg, plenty of it dripping down the crease between her thighs. Lily slid her hands between Sofia’s thick thighs, squeezing at her left leg while pulling it outwards. The men leaned forward to look at Sofia’s exposed pussy. Even with her thighs slightly spread, Sofia’s lips remained closed, so they gestured at Lily to pull the leg further out.

“It looks like someone’s been enjoying herself!” Lily noted, as Sofia’s dripping pussy came into view.

Sofia tried to mumble an embarrassed denial but Lily just offered a firm pat on her ass, “No worries, we would have gotten you wet sooner or later!” She spread Sofia’s puffy lips with one hand before squirting cold massage oil directly onto Sofia’s pussy, letting it mingle with Sofia’s own juices as it dripped. Sofia jerked, trying to close her legs.

“No, no, no, you have to keep your legs in place for me to finish the massage! Here, if it’s easier, Mark and Alex will get your legs secured so you can focus on the massage.” Sofia felt two pairs of strong male hands quickly grab her legs and spread them apart, cuffing each ankle and attaching it to posts like the ones her wrists hung off of.

Now Sofia was fully immobilized, pussy completely visible to Lily and her two male coworkers. Sofia was so mortified she didn’t even know what to say, her ears and chest burning with shame at the humiliating position.

More oil was poured, some squirted almost directly into Sofia’s pussy as she unsuccessfully tried to bite back gasping moans, her ass jiggling with each jerk of her body. Lily continued to squeeze Sofia’s left leg, her fingers brushing the lips of Sofia’s pussy every time she began a new stroke. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but the slow teasing and her exposed position was really arousing her. Sofia was lucky Lily türbanlı escort seemed to be squirting massage oil directly on her clit what felt like once a minute, or she’d have to face up to how much of the slick running over her clit was her own. She reasoned with herself that this wasn’t the behavior of an actual slut. None of this had been her decision, so she couldn’t be held responsible for other people looking at her.

Lily switched over to Sofia’s right leg, adding more oil and repeating the same long strokes. The menthol in the massage oil was working its magic, with Sofia’s skin continuing to heat up under Lily’s ministrations, but it wasn’t as affected as her sensitive pussy and asshole. Lily continued working on Sofia’s leg, making sure to brush Sofia’s pussy lips when she could, and kneading the skin around it to spread her lips as wide as she could. Sofia didn’t protest, although she would occasionally attempt a halfhearted shift away from Lily’s hand.

Lily pulled away, “To make sure that we’re really stretching you out fully, we’re going to have to change positions. You’ll stay on your front, but we’ll move your hips so we can really attack those hamstrings and lower back. To make sure we don’t reintroduce tension in the rest of your body, make sure to keep your body relaxed as my colleagues lift your hips.”

Sofia let out a muffled “Uhmmm-” before her hips were swiftly lifted by two pairs of hands and a wedge was slipped under her. The posts holding her ankles were moved forward, forcing her thighs to spread wide. Sofia’s hips were now over a foot above the table, the firm wedge descending in a steep slope before cutting off a few inches before her tits, 4 inches above the table. Her nipples were still pressed into the table, but with some relief to the rest of her tender tits.

The men literally manhandling her into this ridiculous position was causing Sofia to blush and tipping the experience from embarrassing to incredibly mortifying. Regardless of her humiliation, her body’s interest in the situation seemed to be growing, her own juices mingling with the liberal applications of oil to drip down her thighs.

Lily stepped away from the table, “Mark and Alex will take care of the rest of your massage, since I haven’t been fully trained on this part yet.”

Sofia hesitated, trying to figure out how to say no. It was one thing for them to watch her humiliation, but another thing for them to grope her themselves. Lily, sensing this, jumped in again, “Mark and Alex are two of our most skilled massage therapists, we rarely get to see them both in action!” Her tone had a bit of finality in it, and the men immediately reached for Sofia, knowing once their hands were on her, she’d find it more difficult to backtrack.

Alex began working her shoulders, stroking up and down her back and sides as his fingers skimmed the sides of Sofia’s tits over and over. The light touches were driving her crazy, and she almost wished he would just fondle her tits properly. Alex moved up her arms, shaking them to release tension (with the bonus of watching her tits shake with them).

Meanwhile, Mark was inspecting Sofia’s pussy. He positioned his hands on Sofia’s ass, fingers working to keep the globes separated, while his thumbs pushed into the tender muscles of Sofia’s thighs, starting at the crease and moving outward. Sofia, distracted by the two pairs of hands working her body and driving her crazy, almost didn’t notice as his thumbs began their strokes closer and closer to her puffy lips, until they were sliding through her slick with every stroke. She made a few muffled protests, but the extra pressure this position placed on her face made it difficult to hear them. Sofia also couldn’t move much of her body and her attempts to do so just made her tits and ass jiggle, delighting her tormentors.

Mark slowly slid a finger into Sofia’s pussy, pushing it back and forth inside her tight heat. Sofia’s body jerked and she moaned, unable to resist pressing back. He added a second finger and crooked it, repeating the motion a few times. Sofia’s moans got louder and her hips struggled to meet his hand. Alex reached under her tits, pinching at her nipples, causing Sofia to clench down tight on Mark’s fingers. Mark experimented by using his other hand to lightly flick her clit – another strong clench and moan. It was great working on such a responsive woman, even one as shy as Sofia couldn’t help herself. Mark continued fucking her on his fingers, listening to her moans as she slowly got closer and closer to the edge. Alex abandoned her tits, coating his fingers in the warming oil before beginning to play with Sofia’s asshole. She paused her movements again, trying to protest as he edged a finger in. This time she struggled against her arm cuffs, taking a few minutes to warm up to the new penetration. However, with Mark’s skilled fingers still working her pussy, his thumb flicking her clit with teasing strokes, she got used to Alex’s intrusion, her moans returning even when he slid in a second finger.

The steady fingering and humiliating situation, coupled with the CBD oil covering her skin and pussy meant Sofia was close to the edge of an orgasm in minutes. Mark, noticing her tightening pussy, withdrew his fingers, Alex following suit. Sofia whined, her ass pushed out almost unconsciously.

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Tears ran down the Pakistani forty-two-year-old Asma’s face, and her body still shuddered from the aftershocks of the final massive orgasm that had left her defeated in the sexfight against the Pakistani newcomer brought to Oz by her husband as a second Muslim wife. She looked up from her prone position on the floor to see the nude body of the twenty-two-year-old Rahmi Syed standing, legs apart straddling her, ready to deliver her victory piss shower.

With her win, Rahmi had replaced Asma as the main wife of the fifty-two-year-old Afsar and relegated Asma to little better than a housekeeper. To Asma, it was like a slow-motion scene from a movie with every detail emphasised as the 5 ft 7 Pakistani reached down, took Asma’s left hand and roughly removed the wedding ring which she placed on her left-hand third finger. Asma’s eyes took in every detail; the attractive gloating face, the 33B tits, slightly smaller but firmer than her 34Bs, the same one inch long but thicker, erect nipples. All of these were covered with streaks of ejaculate that had squirted from Asma over Rahmi during her final losing orgasm.

As Rahmi parted the long lips of her shaved, bristle length landing strip slit she flaunted its still aroused and swollen, slowly pulsing clit that still stood proud of its hood. A droplet of ejaculate formed on its tip. Gravity won out and it dropped onto Asma’s body, followed by the first droplets of her piss.

Rahmi had arrived from Pakistan that morning and Asma had woken almost orgasmic in anticipation. After twelve years of no sex except for her recent fucking of her eighteen-year-old son, for the past ten days since her seduction of Afsar, she had been fed cock in every way possible by her husband. And not just any cock. Although only 9 inches in length its circumference was nearly that of a champagne bottle.

But that wasn’t the real reason for her state of bliss. Today the twenty-two-year-old Rahmi Syed was arriving from Pakistan on an Etihad flight. The paperwork said her niece was on the plane. Niece, that was a joke. Corrupt paperwork back home had changed a future second bride for Afsar into her niece. She acknowledged that a Muslim man could have four wives and that Afsar had not fucked her for years before the last couple of weeks, but it would still be a kick in the teeth to have to be cook and housekeeper for the new twenty-two-year-old fuck toy of her husband. Since her newly rekindled sex life with Afsar, she knew he wanted to see Asma sexfight and beat this Rahmi and deny her his cock. She reached across to suck her sleeping husband’s cock.

Two and a half hours later she was in the car travelling to Tullamarine airport sitting on a still throbbing arse as Afsar, awoken by her cock sucking, felt like anal for breakfast. Twenty-five minutes later they were waiting at Arrivals holding a sign with Rahmi’s name on it. Passengers exited, each potential candidate ignoring the sign to be greeted by friends or relatives. Then success. The sign was acknowledged, and the trolley headed towards Afsar and her

Surprise. It was no wide-eyed, plainly dressed woman from a small country village, but someone who would not look out of place in the affluent F6 or F7 sectors of Islamabad. She was as tall as Asma, probably more attractive facially, slimmer with slightly smaller tits, and was dressed in skintight jeans and a pink, tight, off the shoulder, midriff-bearing crop top. At least she was wearing runners not high slut heels like me, thought Asma.

Introductions were made and Asma took a step closer to the new arrival, extending one stocking clad leg that ended in her five-inch slut platform shoe. She knew the action would stretch her board tight black skirt and reveal the outline of the garter belt holding up her stockings. It was a French-made brand, Maison Lejaby, and was special in that the extra short straps enabled the accompanying stockings to be longer than standard. Specially made to match the short straps they reached level with the bottom of her cunt and meant miniskirts and, at a stretch, some micro-minis could be worn with the stockings. She had recently discovered Afsar was a lingerie freak and it was in fact this that had initiated their recent sex. “Match that bitch,” she thought.

If she expected a reaction, she got it. But it was not what she expected as Rahmi reached down to open one of her suitcases and pull out a pair of six-inch-high stilettos. As she bent to buckle the ankle strap, necessary with such long thin heels, she presented Afsar and Asma with her back bent over and the top of her black thong above the waist of the jeans fully visible. “So good to feel a woman again,” she sighed. Then as if noticing Asma’s pose she reached out and squeezed and shook her belly, smiled sweetly, and said, “I hear it’s hard to keep the flab off as you age, but don’t give up, keep trying and I am sure you can bring it under control or choose clothes that hide it.”

Asma seethed but had no response with Rahmi’s exposed taut midriff on display and mentally added another thing she would do to humiliate her in their rus escort sexfight. She could hardly wait for the contest later that day. Rahmi continued, “And I hear that it’s just as hard to initiate sex drive as you get older. What are you, in your late forties?”

“Forty-two,” hissed Asma, but Rahmi ignored her and spoke directly to Afsar sliding her hand through his arm. “So this is whom I am replacing, is it?” Turning back to Asma she said in a condescending voice, “Be careful with those suitcases. Make sure they don’t fall off the trolley.”

Once they got inside the house a fuming Asma faced the new arrival and ripped off her blouse to display her tits of which only the bottom quarter was covered by her bra. Her exposed nipples quivered. Rahmi laughed and responded by ripping off her pink crop top and aggressively facing Asma. No bra for her, yet her pert tits did not droop. She sized up the older Pakistani woman standing before her. Both had eye-catching faces. Asma’s was longer with high prominent cheekbones, a hawk-like nose and green eyes topped with a short, feathered hairstyle that flattered her age. Rahmi’s face was rounder, more Iranian, blue-eyed and surrounded with cascading long thick permed hair. Rahmi was slightly slimmer, her hip bones more prominent against her flat belly than Asma’s rounder, curved stomach. Asma’s full, 34B mounds were hanging out of the supporting quarter cup while the pert 33Bs of Rahmi stood straight and pointed challengingly at the older woman.

Rahmi’s gaze never left Asma’s eyes as she stood close to her. She enjoyed the fact that Asma kept staring at her firmer, younger tits. She knew they were in incredible shape even though they were natural, and she loved flaunting them, especially like now in front of the woman she would be sexfighting. Rahmi parted her red lips and a sexually inviting look came across her face. Her hands quietly and seductively came up to her breasts and she began to fondle them slowly. She was attempting to stimulate Asma and arouse her, but more importantly, she was sexually challenging her as only a woman could do. With the tactile stimulation, Rahmi’s nipples stiffened, and the areolae appeared to widen and spread across the front of her breasts. She smiled, knowing that although her nipples were slightly shorter than Asma’s they were far thicker, and that they responded instantly to her touch. Cupping the underside of each breast with her hands she moved slowly forward. Her nipples stood fully erect, and her breasts tingled with the anticipation of contact with Asma’s tits.

Suddenly Asma could stand it no longer. Everything boiled over. She slammed Rahmi back against the wall and grabbed at her skin-tight jeans, pulling and breaking the zipper, then ripping them down to just above knee level. With her free hand, she grabbed the landing strip through the minuscule black thong, tugged hard and, as Rahmi screamed, raked her nails along the lips of her rival’s labia. Rahmi retaliated immediately and reached down and grabbed the firm cheeks of Asma’s arse, ripped her skirt and thrust one leg between her rival’s legs and felt the wetness of Asma’s cunt on her bare thigh. With her fingers clawed ser nails raked Asma’s tits delighting in the sound of her screams. Entwined, they pulled hair, tried to scratch, crushed tit against tit, hissed and spat at each other.

“Ugly Bitch.”

“Old Hag.”

“I am his new wife. I replaced you. You can watch me fuck him and learn how to do it for your next job in a brothel after I kick you out.”

“Fuck you. I’ll win and the only time you will get his cock is today when he splits your arse while you eat me after I beat you.”

“The only cum of his you will get is when you suck it from my pussy.”

“Unlike me, you won’t be able to fit in in your whore hole, so how is that going to happen?”

Afsar managed to separate the two. Asma held her torn, expensive bra with one hand and managed the last kick at Rahmi who was hampered by the jeans around her thighs. They were two sex cats waiting for, and wanting to win, the upcoming competition and become the only wife that Afsar fucked. Now that Asma was being fucked by Afsar in every way there was no way she was going to lose. He was turned on by this new sluttish Asma and what she had planned for the young bitch after her win would bond her and her husband even more closely. For Rahmi there was no way a woman twenty years older was going to beat her and stop her from fulfilling her dream of a new life in Australia; one without sexual restrictions. Her wedding present to her husband would be to fuck the bitch senseless in front of her husband.

Rahmi stated, “By being brought here I have replaced you, so that makes you the challenger.”

“Whatever,” replied a pissed off Asma, “As long as I get to fight you and fuck you in front of Afsar after I win.”

Rahmi smiled. She had expected an argument as to who would have defender status in her upcoming sexfight. “Then that means I get to set the contest conditions.”

Asma cursed sıhhiye escort under her breath. Her anger had cost her. She should be the defender setting the rules as in reality, she was the current wife. Asma fumed as Rahmi took a catnap in preparation for the fight accusing Afsar of all sorts of things. He managed to get a word in and said he was playing along so that they could get her here at home and match Asma against her in the sexfight, and to quote Asma herself “He would see Asma win and then he would split the newcomer’s arse with his cock”. Further, as Asma had also said, “That would be the only time she got his cock meat and the only cum of his she got would by eating it from Asma’s cunt”.

This placated Asma who once again fantasised about how she would fuck the defeated bitch while Afsar made arrangements from the list Rahmi had given him.

The doorbell rang and Afsar opened it admitted two Vietnamese skanks from a local massage parlour, Lan and Ngoc. Following a generalised instruction from the list, Afsar had phoned and negotiated their use for a few hours. Both sluts were about twenty and you all know the type: not over attractive, unhealthy skin from the drugs, slim, shortish with tattooed legs and arms, fairly small titted, dyed yellow hair with the natural black growing it out. Lan had very short jeans shorts with frayed patches that showed the thong underneath, and a tee-shirt tied in a knot under her tits. The slightly heavier Ngoc had a denim mini that showed her lack of panties when she sat and a loose Tee shirt. Both had the latest iPhone 12 which judging by the value of their clothing meant the phones were probably stolen.

Ngoc appeared to be the spokeswoman, although Lan nodded her head as though she was listening, and she asked to see the money or else they would leave.

Satisfied by the wad of notes, she pointed vaguely around the room and said, “nice stuff.” Probably deciding what to take. Afsar, and Asma who had removed her skirt and blouse and was now wearing only her Maison Lejaby garter strap, stockings and matching thong and a new tiny, lacy, black open bra that only covered up to 2 inches below her one-inch nipples, waited. Lan and Ngoc sat in the strained silence until Ngoc, ever the entrepreneur said, “Do you want to pay more and see me and my cousin do 69.” Lan nodded her head and then spoke for the first time, “Or we could suck youse two real good.”

Eventually, Rahmi entered, and as she was wearing only a red garter belt, metallic gold stocking and red stilettos, for the first time Afsar and Asma saw her slit. She had a two-inch landing strip above her slit which was not one of those tight narrow gashes, but wider and semi-open allowing her inner lips to dangle alongside her long crinkly outer flaps. A three-inch gold chain with a diamond at the end hung from the left outer flap.

“Red and gold. The traditional Pakistani wedding colours. What I will still be wearing for my first fuck with my husband soon.” She fingered the chain hanging from her cunt flap and spoke to Afsar. “This is the engagement present I bought with the ring money you sent. Do you prefer it to a ring? The wedding ring I will just take from her.”

She had the perfect knack for getting Asma boiling but somehow, this time she managed to ignore it and added it to the punishment list she would dish. Seeing the looks on the Vietnamese’s faces Rahmi explained to them. “The old bitch here is being replaced by me, but she wants to stay on, so I am going to help her leave.”

“Ah,” said Lan in a knowing manner, ” She can’t fuck any good. Like trading in a car. Same as I do with men if they are no good at fucking.”

“That’s correct, but I don’t think she ever could fuck good.”

“So how do you prove you are better,” queried Ngoc.

We sexfight,” she began to explain but Ngoc interrupted, “You know Lan. Same as my mum does for the $100 bets. Make the other cunt cum more times. What do Lan and me do?”

“Three things. You record me winning and fucking her.”

Asma screamed, “You mean video me winning and fucking you.” Rahmi laughed and continued, “You participate in the warmup preliminaries, and you enjoy watching me win.

Following Rahmi’s written instructions Afsar filled 2 cups with water and gave one each to Asma and Rahmi to hold in their left hand. Both women reached out their right hand and placed it near the other’s cunt.

Afsar read more of the instructions, “The loser is the first to spill water from the cup.” Asma immediately reached out and parted Rahmi’s fuck tube lips and started fondling Rahmi’s clit. She was both astounded by, and disappointed to find out, the size of the twenty-two-year old’s clit. Asma had thought hers would have belittled her intended replacement, but Rahmi’s was a little bigger. However Rahmi’s wetness soon covered her hand as Asma confidently massaged and manipulated the new arrival’s clit in her fingers, enjoying the thought she would quickly beat this bitch and then cum herself. Inserting 2 fingers into Rahmi she sincan escort felt the grip of the younger woman’s strong cunt muscles, but she continued to finger fuck her while she controlled the clit between her finger and thumb. Rahmi’s thick precum was oozing down her fingers onto her hand and she increased the speed of her fingering, loving the control and superiority she was showing to the newcomer.

With a low guttural moan, Rahmi came strongly as her hips fucked the fingers inside her love box, but her hand remained steady. Sneering at Asma she showed her the full cup. It was only luck Asma thought as she could see Rahmi was too affected by her quick start and fingering skills to try and pleasure me. She increased the speed of her masturbation of the twenty-two-year-old and increased the pressure on her clit. Rahmi groaned and came again and then shortly after, a third time. But the newcomer was enjoying it and each time paraded the full cup in front of Asma’s eyes. She had had her three attempts and it was Rahmi’s turn. She began her attack and quickly made Asma aware that she too knew how to finger arouse a woman. Her long fingers invaded Asma’s womanhood, awoke her clit started her juices flowing before her middle finger was forcefully thrust deep into Asma.

Taking her time, she deliberately, slowly played with Asma’s pussy looking directly into her eyes searching for any sign of weakness. Everyone in the room could see the effects on Asma: the tension in her face, her irregular breathing, her trembling thighs. All a result of the efforts Asma was making both not to cum and to keep the cup steady. Smiling confidently Rahmi knelt before Asma, extended her tongue and slowly traced the length of her cunt before finding and concentrating on her clit. Slowly sucking it, alternating with the rapid flicking of it with her tongue she made Asma cum so strongly the cup not only spilt water, but the cup fell from her fingers. In the space of 17 minutes, she had shown Asma that today’s contest would not be as easy as she had confidently anticipated.

Afsar read the instructions, though obviously they were known to Rahmi as she had written them. He spoke. “There are three stubbies of beer for you each to bring back to the end of the room using only the strength of your cunts. No hands are to touch the stubbie bottle. Chains will be attached from ankle to wrist by the helpers as per the diagram. This will stop you from walking normally. You can start each lap after you make your assistant, who will swap each lap, cum. The assistant who lasts the longest total time before cumming will receive a $150 bonus.”

He showed the two Vietnamese the diagram. A naked Lan attached the chains securing Asma’s right ankle to her left hand which was behind her back and vice versa for the other chain, while a naked Ngoc did the same to Rahmi. Ngoc started her stopwatch to record the time it took for her to cum, then squatted over Rahmi while Lan lowered her already wet pussy over Asma’s face.

Immediately Rahmi and Asma used their tongues to part their Vietnamese slut’s cunt lips positioned just above Asma’s and Rahmi’s faces. Asma could taste the fishiness of Lan’s juices and could feel the immediate response to her exploring tongue. Within three minutes Lan was humping Asma’s face and tongue and forty seconds later her long, high pitched squeal of pleasure announced her orgasm. Asma glanced across at Rahmi who was frantically using her tongue nose and chin to fuck her face sitting Vietnamese massage parlour worker writhing uncontrollably with pleasure written all over her face.

Having made Lan cum Asma set off for the full beer bottles while Rahmi still tried to make Ngoc cum. Hampered by the chains Asma crab-walked to the other end of the room and the full stubbie beer bottles. She tried to grip one between her thighs, but the bottles had been covered by grease and she could not hold it. Rahmi by this time had made Ngoc cum, reached her 3 bottles and she placed her cunt over one, lowered her hips, and despite the weight of the full bottle, swallowed it into her cunt and set off for the other end of the room. Seeing this spurred Asma and after some trouble, she managed to grip the bottle with her cunt and set off in pursuit. Hampered by the chains the two Pakistani women were uncoordinated in their movements, but Asma’s superior agility enabled her to crab crawl past Rahmi and deposit her bottle. She scrambled under her changed partner, Ngoc, who lowered her oozing pussy onto Asma’s face, while Lan prepared to face sit Rahmi.

By the time two bottles had been deposited Asma’s superior crawling speed had kept her in front, even though Ngoc again narrowly lasted longer than Lan before she came. She frantically tried to make her original assistant Lan cum, but Lan had her eyes on the bonus and was straining not to cum. Rahmi had reached Ngoc and Asma could see Ngoc was responding big time to Rahmi. Asma redoubled her efforts and broke Lan’s defences. The Vietnamese shuddered and covered Asma’s face in cum allowing her to start her crab walk down the room. She reached the end of the room, groaned as she forced the last bottle deep into her cunt, half enjoying the feel of something in her cunt gripped by her muscles, and turned for the home stretch. That bitch Rahmi hadn’t reached the bottle yet and couldn’t catch her now. She had shown the overconfident cunt not to underestimate her.

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Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 40 — Sex with a cute redhead.

Submitted: May 5, 2022 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: harem, supernatural, shifter, big tits, redhead, blonde, MILF, succubus, mystery, taboo

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– CHAPTER 40: Promise –

The trek back up the stairs, that led down to the orange glowing cavern with the practically invisible dimensional gate, actually felt longer than coming down, but before long we finally reached the top, stepping through the thick metal doors, only to find…

Mrs. Rebecca and Gwen kissing passionately, with the taller sexy maid having the busty redhead pressed against the wall, seeming really aggressive about making-out, even if it was obvious from my companion’s flushed face that she was completely fine with it.

More than that, she seemed very much into the kiss as well, her chin tilted up as their lips and tongues moved together.

However, Mrs. Rebecca quickly noticed that we had returned before anyone could say anything, breaking away from the kiss, even as Gwen bent down more to begin planting her purple lips on the bustier woman’s neck instead.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mrs. Rebecca exclaimed, focusing on me apologetically. “Gwen sort of attacked me.”

The sexy maid pulled away in shock. “Was it not okay that I kiss you?” she asked seriously, sounding genuinely stunned.

Mrs. Rebecca immediately turned her apologetic look toward her. “No, it’s just…” Her voice trailed off as she glanced hesitantly at me again.

Which made it pretty obvious what was going on. Mrs. Rebecca had pretty much promised me that she wasn’t going to fuck anyone for the unforeseeable future, and here she was lip-locked with this sexy demon maid.

Honestly, even if that’s what I had wanted, this wouldn’t be too surprising.

After all, when a person lives a certain way for a long time, it’s not super easy to abruptly change old habits.

However, while it was definitely my preference for Mrs. Rebecca to stop fucking men, she did quite literally have a ‘need’ for sexual energy, even if that need wasn’t at play right now, and I felt like it would be requesting too much to ask her to not fuck women too.

Or to refuse one such woman who she’d clearly been intimate with before.

“It’s fine,” I quickly replied, realizing from Gwen’s comment that this wasn’t even close to the first time they’d fucked each other. And honestly, now that I thought about it, when I saw Mrs. Rebecca after the mini-earthquake, her face looked flushed, her heavy red curls disheveled.

It made me wonder if they’d already been kissing a little while they waited for me and Miriam to finish having sex.

Needless to say, Gwen went right back to planting kisses on Mrs. Rebecca’s neck, causing her to gasp, grabbing the back of the chick’s pale neck, seeming to pull down more in encouragement.

Miriam scoffed, her small hand still in mine. “Well, I should hope it’s fine,” she mumbled, only to speak louder when I looked down at her. “It’s like I said, if you’re going to get my maid all ‘hot and bothered,’ then you need to take responsibility. And if you refuse to do that, then you shouldn’t get upset with one of your women doing it on your behalf.”

“M-My women?” I said in surprise, definitely interested in having Mrs. Rebecca for myself, but not having felt like we were at that point yet.

Especially when there was still the issue of how the situation with Gabriella’s father was going to be handled long-term, even if I already liked to think of her as mine sometimes.

Unsurprisingly, Miriam didn’t respond verbally, only rolling her green eyes, before speaking. “Hey Rebecca, I need you to fuck my maid for me. She really needs it, and I want to talk to your boy-toy a bit before you leave.”

“O-Oh, o-okay,” she stammered as Gwen became even more aggressive, only for the busty MILF to yelp when the sexy maid swiftly dropped down and scooped her up in her arms, heading straight for the door.

Miriam giggled next to me. “Wow, that’s interesting. Normally Rebecca is the more dominant one, but you’ve really brought out a different side to Gwen. I’ve never seen her be so aggressive before, except when she’s ordering humans around. She’s normally such a sweet and submissive girl, even despite her height.”

I cleared my throat. “So, umm, how old is she anyway?” I wondered randomly.

“Gwen?” Miriam clarified, only to continue. “That’s actually sort of a complicated question. She’s a hundred and twenty-seven, but she wasn’t born a hundred and twenty-seven years ago.”

“Wait, what?” I said in surprise, not feeling too stunned by the above-average age, or the coupled youthful appearance.

She smirked mamak escort at me. “Yeah, she was actually born roughly the same time as my very first daughter, quite a long time ago, but found herself in an unusual situation.” She paused. “I should let her share that with you though, if she so chooses. However, I will say that she’s mentally in her mid-twenties. Or more specifically, her appearance and mental age truly match, if that makes sense, kind of like she’s frozen in time. Like, even though Gwen looked older when Rebecca was younger, it’s very noticeable that the latter is now ‘older’ at this point, in every way.”

I stared at her in sincere surprise, finding it difficult to believe she was serious. That my hot redhead MILF was mentally and physically older than Gwen, even though the sexy maid had been born first…

It made me wonder how their relationship worked. Did Mrs. Rebecca view Gwen simply as the household maid who eventually became a sex partner? Or something else?

I really wanted to press for more information, especially wanting Miriam to elaborate about how it was possible for Gwen to be chronically a hundred and twenty-seven, despite not being born that long ago, but I realized I probably shouldn’t.

It was obvious that Ms. Miriam had already shared more than she normally did with others, and she was obviously declining to elaborate beyond what she’d already told me, even if that refusal was somewhat subtle, and I didn’t want to seem like I was unappreciative of the fact that she’d already shared so much.

Thus, I simply nodded instead, my imagination kind of going wild as I began wondering if Mrs. Rebecca was sucking on Gwen’s huge nipples right now. Or if maybe the roles had flipped, since the busty redhead was normally more dominant, and Gwen was sucking on Mrs. Rebecca’s massive tits instead.

Miriam gave me another small smile, almost like a silent approval of my choice to be satisfied with what she’d freely offered.

“So,” the short redhead continued. “Shall I show you to a shower, or do you mind if we chat for a few minutes?” She smirked again. “Or, we can both just chat a little in the shower together.”

I laughed uncomfortably, feeling a warmth creeping from her delicate hand into my arm, rekindling that ball of pleasure in my gut. “Umm, I’m good. I don’t mind having your stuff on me. I actually…” I cleared my throat, realizing what I was about to say, but then deciding she probably already knew. “I kind of like it. A lot. Especially the smell.”

She laughed as well, hers much more cheerful. “Well of course you do,” she agreed playfully, glancing over her shoulder. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind closing the door for me, then we can get more comfortable.”

I nodded, letting go of her hand as I turned around to close the heavy metal door. I then lowered the drop bar like before, glancing at her to make sure I’d done everything, and then stepped up to her again. Almost unsurprisingly at this point, she snagged my hand again, after taking off the Moonstone tiara and setting it next to the box of opals on the floor, beginning to tug on me toward the exit.

“So,” I asked hesitantly as we stepped through the more normal door, with it appearing as if she was going to leave the chest of opals where Gwen had set them. “What would happen if someone accidentally closed the door on you?” I asked seriously, obvious concern in my voice.

She shrugged. “I guess I’d have to break it down then,” she commented, only to smirk at me when I gave her a surprised look. “You have to understand, despite how sturdy it looks, that door isn’t doing much to stop what lies beyond the gate. That’s what the barrier is for.”

“Oh, makes sense,” I agreed, only to pause as I glanced around as we stepped into one of the well-furnished hallways. Honestly, it was kind of crazy how nice everything looked, even little stuff like there being a fancy corner table at one end of the hall that had a potted plant and painting on the wall. I couldn’t even imagine how many ‘moving trucks’ it would take to empty this place if Miriam ever decided to move.

I continued after a second. “And, umm, what would happen if something did break through that barrier?” I wondered seriously.

She didn’t respond to my comment right away, instead seeming content to hold my hand as we strolled through the hall.

However, when she did respond after a few seconds, her tone was a bit somber. “Depends on the level of the threat,” she admitted quietly. “Although, if something truly did break through, then the threat would be pretty high.”

I waited for her to continue, but then prompted her when she didn’t right away. “Just how high? And what would you do?”

She sighed then, stopping in front of a doorless entryway to another room, focusing up at me, looking so short and adorable. “Well, I don’t want to alarm you, but I actually can use a little blood ofise gelen escort magic myself,” she admitted. “And if something truly broke through, then it would be a life and death situation. And not just for me, but possibly for the whole world.” She paused to let me absorb just how serious she was. She then sighed. “I’d have to use one of the most dangerous spells I know to try to trap whatever came through. A blood magic spell that would hopefully hold it long enough for me to kill it.”

“How dangerous is the spell?” I asked seriously. “And how would it work? Like, how would you use it?”

She frowned then, only to smile warmly. “So many questions,” she said in a lighthearted tone. “There’s really no reason for you to worry about any of that. Ever since I installed those crystals, nothing has been able to break through. Not in thousands of years. Like, there have been over a dozen ‘houses’ built and torn down on this location, and yet my barrier has remained perfectly stable and intact. It’s been the one thing that hasn’t changed in all this time.”

“Sorry,” I replied sincerely, feeling like she was a little annoyed now and not trying to let it show. “I was just curious.”

She nodded, giving my hand an affectionate squeeze. “And that’s alright, but we’re talking about a worst-case scenario here. An extremely rare hypothetical situation, and I don’t want to worry that cute little head of yours about something that will probably never happen. And if it did happen, I do have preparations to deal with it.”

“Dangerous preparations, by the sound of it,” I commented.

She shrugged. “When your options are ‘be killed,’ or use a spell that might kill you, the choice isn’t too hard to make.”

“Fuck,” I hissed.

She gave me a little tug into the room we were standing outside of. “Don’t trouble yourself with the thought,” she said reassuringly. “I’ve been doing this for a very long time.”

I knew she was right, but I also couldn’t help but recall her mentioning that an attack hadn’t happened in something like a hundred years…yet there had been two attempts in only the last month.

Coincidence?

Or was something truly trying to get through?

Then again, it seemed like the barrier held just fine, so maybe I was overthinking it. Especially since there had probably been hundreds of attacks in however long the barrier had existed, even if they were rare.

Focusing on the room we were entering, I realized the space was an extremely fancy living room, with no TV in sight, but plenty of paintings to look at and enough plush couches to host a small party, all of them appearing to have white leather upholstery.

Leading me to one of the white leather couches, with a low coffee table in front of it, she twisted and gestured for me to have a seat, only to climb on the furniture right next to me, except facing my direction on her knees, so that she had nothing to support her back, sitting her tight little ass on her heels. She then shifted her weight to her side slightly, leaning more heavily into my thigh as she got comfortable.

Fuck, I wanted to lean in and kiss her so bad, our previous conversation practically forgotten.

It would be so easy to pull her into my lap in this position, sitting backward like that to face me.

And she looked so damn sexy only wearing the latex bikini, all of her tan skin pretty much exposed for me to see, with her swaying tail and folded black wings making her exotic and enticing, on top of everything else.

When she finally smiled at me, I averted my gaze downward, finding myself looking at her slightly plump thighs and adorable belly, the latex thong hiding so little that she almost seemed naked in her current position.

“Like what you see?” she giggled, reaching up to gently run her fingertips across my forehead. “As I said before, I don’t dress this way to be ignored, so feel free to stare all you want.”

I cleared my throat. “Umm, yeah,” I replied simply to her question, a chill running down my spine, my cock already straining against my black pants again. “So you wanted to talk?” I prompted.

She sighed then, her fingers growing still just as she was brushing some of my hair, only for her to drop her arm and look away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly.

She took a deep breath, tentatively meeting my gaze — a simple act that reminded me she was trusting me to not use my compulsion on her every single time we made eye-contact — only to reach out for my hand, clasping it in her own on her thighs. “I’ve grown bitter over the many years of my eternal life,” she began quietly, a small grimace touching her lips. “Cynical even. I expect the worst in people, and I’m almost always right.” She then frowned. “I’m not saying there aren’t good people in the world, because there certainly are. But good people with power? That kind of person is difficult to find, if not otele gelen escort nearly impossible, especially for those who are supernatural, because power corrupts. Always.”

“Oh. Umm…so…” I paused. Because I wanted to ask what she was trying to say, but wasn’t sure if I could get it out without sounding rude.

She continued on her own. “Your naivety is temporary. Your innocence too.” She focused more intently on me then, her emerald eyes almost pained. “But please don’t ever stop being good.”

I frowned at that. “What do you mean by good?” I wondered, since she knew I’d killed several people to protect Gabriella.

She gently rubbed my hand in her own. “You care about others at least as much as yourself,” she explained. “Don’t ever lose that, because I could see it slipping away without you noticing. In fact, it might have already begun to slip away without you realizing. Selfishness is like a thief in the night, sneaking up on you without your knowledge. And selfishness is the thing that makes otherwise good people, turn bad.” She paused. “And as much as I’d like you to stay, I’m trying really hard not to be ‘bad’ myself, by using everything in my power to keep you. And likewise, I’m also very happy you’re choosing to leave. It means those waiting for you are still important. More important than your own desires.”

“Well, yeah, of course they’re important,” I agreed.

“But you’ve seriously considered my offer, haven’t you?” she countered. “And not because you love me, but because you love yourself and know I could give you unimaginable pleasure.”

I grimaced, glancing away, only to sigh. “Well, I’d say that my hesitation to have sex with you should be indicative of that,” I hedged, not necessarily telling a lie, but not wanting to bluntly admit she was right.

“Such a shame,” she whispered, a playful pout on her adorable face, as if she knew my intentions. “But I really am glad,” she added more seriously. “And if I do eventually get to keep you for myself, then I’ll make sure that everyone you care about is included. Okay?”

I sighed again, my voice quiet. “Umm, yeah, that would definitely be preferable,” I agreed.

She grinned, looking like she’d already won her prize. “Perfect.”

I flinched when she reached up then and grabbed my nipple firmly, uncertain if the spark of pleasure that erupted throughout my body was because it sincerely felt good, or because she was working her seductive magic.

She giggled at my response, continuing to hold on my nipple tightly.

Fuck.

I tried to clear my throat, glancing away. “Umm, so is that why you showed me the gate?” I asked unexpectedly, the thought just popping into my head randomly. “To kind of show me how it would be if I stayed here?”

She let go of my nipple, her hand moving down to begin stroking my forearm. “Yes,” she agreed quietly. “I promised to keep you by my side, didn’t I? That’s how it’ll be whenever you visit. And it’s how it’ll be if you stay.” She paused. “And of course, you are welcome to visit at any time, whenever you like. Just ring the bell at the front gate, so we can see it’s you on the security camera first.” She smirked, her tone lighthearted. “Don’t want to accidentally attack you, thinking you’re a threat.”

I nodded, afraid to look at her now, concerned about how it would affect me.

“You will be mine, right?” she then wondered innocently, her head tilting slightly to the side. “You’ll only make me wait for a little while, right?” she added with a pout.

I sighed again. “I…I guess,” I whispered, feeling like fully denying her was impossible.

She grinned, definitely looking like she’d won her prize now. “Good. Then, in that case, I’ll be right back,” she added, abruptly leaning forward to press her lips to my forehead, the heat coming from her thin body feeling so amazing, before slipping off the couch and darting out the entrance we’d come through, only to go down the hall the other way.

I glanced over my shoulder as I watched her go, feeling a little frustrated again that I couldn’t track her movements, even though there was no door, but then resigned myself to just patiently waiting. Looking around the room, I focused on the low coffee table in front of me a couple feet away, along with the other little seating areas, three in total, all the couches and chairs white leather, the whole room organized as if the ‘main event’ was meant to be in the center of the room beneath a fancy chandelier high in the ceiling.

There were also several potted plants and magnificent paintings all around the room.

Honestly, I was super horny right now and kind of wanted to jerk one out really quick in one of those pots, just to try to keep my thoughts clear, but I was confident it wouldn’t help.

Given any other situation, and it might have made a world of difference to have some relief, but being around Ms. Miriam was truly intoxicating, to an extreme I wouldn’t have imagined possible.

And here, I thought being around Gabriella was potent, followed by being stunned by how overwhelming it was to be around Mrs. Rebecca.

And yet, Ms. Miriam’s erotic presence was a world of difference.

Honestly, I was confident she could probably get me to agree to anything, if she really wanted to.

And I meant anything.

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So in case you missed it, this is the unofficial sequel to Spector_Dugan’s three-part, dark masterpiece “LIKE THE DEVIL WITH A DEAL”. If you haven’t read that first I suggest you do, as well as Part 1 of this story, as it will make everything in this part make a lot more sense

As such the characters in this story are extensions of the characters created by Spector_Dugan and this is a completely unofficial follow-up un-endorsed by Spector_Dugan himself, so if you don’t like this story and feel it ruins the original then it’s all my fault.

Also I would like to thank Spector for his superb assistance and support in making this story possible, without his encouragement I would not have been able to finish this as soon as I have. All active participants in this story are over 18 years of age and as they are fictional most of them know what they are getting into.

This part however features non-human sex and also reluctance/non-consensual sex that some readers may find upsetting. If you do not wish to read further I completely understand, but if you would prefer to avoid this part of the story if you leave the story at the second flashback at…

Three years EARLIER

and then rejoin at

The NOW

Then you should be fine.

Also a big thanks to everyone who enjoyed part 1 and is eager for part 2. Enjoy.

* * * * * *

Part 2 – “What happened to us?”

“Why can’t we get past this?” I would ask.

“You let my sister give you a blowjob!” she would spit back.

“Whilst you sucked off strangers, how is that better?” Kate would continue.

“You fucked Tara, you got her pregnant!” Kate would fire back.

“AND YOU FUCKED EVERYONE! YOU LET JESSE FUCK YOU AND CUM INSIDE YOU!” is where it would finish. Kate would go upstairs and cry and I would stay downstairs and do the same. And that’s how our marriage, our successful ten year marriage crashed down like a load of bricks. By the end when we looked at each other we couldn’t see the people we were in the past but just regret, recrimination and a terrible sense of loss.

Like all guys I had brushed it off as being for the best at the time but fell to bits later on. It was six months after the split before I even started to date again. I saw a few different people and then settled on Nikki, and that was the worst thing, that I’d settled for Nikki, when Nikki was not the kind of woman you settled for. She was way too good for settling, but I would have, had I not seen Kate looking like her usual amazing self at Chez Jacques restaurant that night, had Kate not pushed me into the disabled bathroom and given me a blow-job with more passion and fire than she did any time during our marriage I could have grown at least older with Nikki, if not old.

Now, after Brian and Vanesa’s party cost me my marriage three years ago, it looked like I was on another collision course now with Brian and Vanessa’s Halloween costume party. Nikki was determined to go as a sexy Frankenstein’s Monster while I was certain about what I was wearing, with my Vampire outfit a dead-cert after my nightmare, but I did have a stop to make my costume perfect and for that I would have to make a very special online purchase.

All that could be heard as my nude self walked through the room were animalistic grunts as I passed my way through the bodies. I strode over rutting creatures that used to be human but were now entirely beast, werewolves, to be exact.

The creatures fucked and grunted and snarled in beastly delight, those facing each other would entwine their tongues as they thrust with raw abandon. Sometimes three or four would gather and work together in unison, I watched as two of the Lycans thrust into the pussy and mouth of one of their kind, hungry slaver drooling from her mouth as she lovingly worshipped the cock in front of her as the other battered her hips from behind.

I carried on walking and saw two wolves stood with another sandwiched between them as they both fucked her, cocks meeting and merging in her stretched pussy, as she was held aloft with feet off the floor whilst she howled and mewled and groaned.

More steps forward and three female beasts were led down licking at each other’s snatches like they were drinking from a lake, their heads moving from side to side in pleasure as they bucked and gurgled in delight, the drool falling from their mouths all over their fur, combining with the juices coming out of their hot, wet pussies. Everywhere I looked, furry beasts combined and configured into rampant, sweaty, slobbering masses, their oversized cocks and breasts being devoured and used for endless pleasure as they moaned and barked and groaned and growled in bliss at their wild, base desires.

I made my way through more bodies to a flat stone plinth, but here there was no werewolf, just a naked human form I knew all too well. It was Kate and she was being slowly fucked, but not by Jesse or by Troy…but by me.

I was watching me fuck my wife.

“Oh, ungh! Oh, Andy. I need MORE!” moaned Kate.

“More?” I asked as I pushed myself inside her.

“More!” Kate grup escort demanded with a smile.

“Ngh! Ngh! NGGGH!” I grunted as my muscles disjointed and twisted and contorted, sandy fur sprouting from my body as Kate also transformed beneath me. I watched fascinated as we went from humans to beasts, my hips plowing her with boundless animal ferocity as I leant forward and let my tongue loll out and meet hers as she grunted and snarled with pleasure, but rather than being part of the noise she was leading it.

As my tail lashed out I roared out to the room while still pummelling Kate’s snatch. Shapes moved out from the shadows towards us at my beckoning. From behind me I could see a female wolf with a huge shock of frizzy hair come behind me and lift my tail before planting her snout there and unrolling her tongue into my hairy ass.

At the front a blonde lycan came forward and started sucking on Kate’s matted breasts, while a shorty stockier wolf fucked the blonde from behind.

Two more wolves appeared to tend to Kate’s remaining breast and mouth, Kate reaching out her paws and tugging on the cocks of two more monsters that emerged, every part of her being ravaged as we all grunted in delight together, pawing at Kate’s body as she moved against the table and my cock in pleasure before we all started to howl in joy as the finish overtook us all and we howled at the moon in ecstasy.

I woke up, sweating again, but this time when I looked down my partner in crime had finished all over my stomach.

“Fuck!” I whispered to myself. “I should have bought a werewolf costume,” I went back to sleep determined to find that dream again but sadly it eluded me.

October 31st

I drove out to Brian and Vanessa’s with Nikki beside me who was fidgeting in her seat for the entire journey. I’d managed to avoid seeing her for most of this week to make sure I was as full as I could possibly be for tonight’s festivities. Nikki did attempt to pull me in for a quickie but I side-stepped her advances by telling her that we would do so later. Remembering the last party this was definitely not a lie.

As I drove up the avenue and saw the big house I was even more amazed than previously. The street they lived on was full of expensive houses and I could see that they had extended into their rear garden taking their long rectangular house and turning it into a right angle.

More rooms, more people.

I found a place to park, some distance away and we walked down the street to the house, stopping at the bottom of the drive, me in my cape, my glued-in incisors that would last till sun-up and a pair of silver contact lenses. If you willingly decide to walk into Hell, you might as well look like a demon. Next to me Nikki was wearing green face paint, had glued on neck-bolts and make-up to mimic scars, with a green crop top and grey jacket that stopped above her midriff, short skirt and block boots, which were her attempt at being the female version of what the creature wore.

That feeling in my stomach I had known before came all the way back in, the fear. The building was only a house, bricks and mortar and cement, but it seemed to have a presence of its own, or at least dominion over me, something akin to the Overlook hotel in Stephen King’s “The Shining”.

“Heeeeere’s Andy!” I commented as I looked at the building.

“Here’s Andy?” Nikki queried looking at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. Only a fool would risk coming back here. We headed up the drive towards the house, going past sexy Mummy’s, dirty Zombies, slutty cops and filthy nurses standing outside. I stomped up to the house as if about to do battle with it, my hand tightly squeezing Nikki’s hand as I purposefully strode up to the vast architecture but this time, rather than meekly stand at the door, I headed straight in.

The music was starting as I entered and it was an unnerving, uneasy track that I knew immediately. Its jangly chords and chimes rattled me as soon as I was inside. It was The Unforgettable Fire, the heavy laboured breathing beneath the music being the perfect pulsing soundtrack for an orgy, but the music wasn’t the only change. Last time I was here the staircase was in the hallway with the bar and huge dining room where many people gathered to meet offset. It looked like the stairs were now elsewhere and they’d extended the dining room so when you entered the house it was into a room that felt more like a ballroom.

“Wow! This place is amazing!” enthused Nikki as she jumped up and down. How her bolts managed to stay in I really didn’t know. I was looking around for Brian and Vanessa so I could confront them about the last time we were here when I heard a voice behind me.

“Oh my God, what are you guys doing here?!” a male voice asked in delight. I immediately knew that voice, that charm, that easy-going nature and was nearly sick right there in the ballroom.

“Hey, Troy!” I said as I turned around seeing a wolf’s head staring back at me, making me feel even worse.

“Andy! What are you doing here?” Kate iranlı escort asked as she appeared as the sexiest Little Red Riding Hood I had ever seen, making my night even worse.

“I could ask you the same question!” I retorted, feeling myself getting instinctively dragged into previous behaviours. Kate looked at me as if to say “Really? This? Again?” What was I doing? I came here to see Kate as much as anything else, but as much as I wanted to be honest I couldn’t be with her beau next to her. “Sorry, that was short of me. We came because Nikki wanted to come and I wanted to have a few words with Brian and Vanessa. You?”

“Same,” she nodded.

“Nice outfit,” I said as I looked over Kate. She looked amazing in her red hood, white shirt with red polka dots and red dress showing off plenty of leg.

“Kate’s red-riding hood and I’m a werewolf!” Troy yelled before finishing his sentence with a ridiculous growl.

“The big bad wolf!” Kate and I replied together, before looking right at each other and saying…”Jinx.”

“Obviously, I’m Frankenstein!” Nikki stated, holding out her arms to do a Boris Karloff impersonation.

“Frankenstein’s monster,” we both replied in unison again. This was getting weird now.

“You look good too. You’ve put on weight, in a REALLY good way. You look…muscly,” Kate complimented me. I wanted to say more but felt like it wasn’t appropriate, and I had other worries. I could see Nikki and Troy looking around the place. This time I had a plan for such an eventuality. “Listen, guys, I think we should stick together, you know, till we know where everything is.”

“Darlings. You came!” a lust-filled voice echoed behind me that was practically dripping with sex.

“Yes. We did. I don’t know about anyone else but I wanted to…have a chat with you,” I stated as politely and yet aggressively as I could to the sexiest witch I had even seen. Vanessa was wearing a tiny witches hat, a see-through black bustier top, and a mesh skirt that was covering little before being finished off with stockings and some fuck-me boots. I might have been angry with her, but there was no denying she was one highly sexually-charged woman.

“And we will, but before then I want you to meet some people. Actually before then, who are you two? We’ve not been introduced,” Vanessa lilted in mock embarrassment at the faux pas.

“I’m Troy.” said Troy before leaning in for an over-friendly hug and kiss from Vanessa that I noticed pricked at Kate and made her face flush with anger.

“And I’m Nikki,” Nikki replied, going in for a hug but being surprised by the passionate kiss that followed the hug.

“Well aren’t you adorable. I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun tonight, but first let me introduce you to these two delightful youngsters,” Vanessa cooed. “Youngsters?” I thought. What the Hell did she mean by that? We went through various costumed people before we came across two people who couldn’t have been older than twenty-four, twenty-five, tops. He was wearing a morning suit and the woman was wearing a wedding dress, her long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail making her look even younger. “Meet, Mary and Joseph Fletcher. They got married today but decided to come to our party tonight. Isn’t that great?”

“Hey, pleased to meet you,” I said as I looked at the bride and groom who were looking around, wide-eyed at the costumed freaks around them. “Will your family not be wondering where you are?”

“Oh, it’s okay. I came here with my Aunt Bernadette,” the Groom replied, pointing to a woman with short dark hair who was wearing a formal, matching blazer and skirt combo. She was talking to a guy who was dressed as Jack the Ripper.

“And my step-brother is over there,” replied the bubbly, blonde bride.

I looked around and could see a man who looked like a male version of the bride walk through the crowd with two drinks.

“There you go, sis,” he said, handing her one.

“Thanks, Chest,” she replied, giddily. “It’s short for Chester.”

“You guys sure look alike,” Kate replied as we weighed up their similarities.

“Oh we’re not actually related,” the bride chipped in with a chuckle. “MY Dad married HIS Mom after Chest and I were born, so it’s just a coincidence.”

“Isn’t that an amazing coincidence?” Vanessa asked before leaning in to talk to the newlyweds and moving them along. Kate grabbed my arm and pulled me to one side.

“There’s no way they are not NOT related!” Kate said in outrage.

“I know that! But what can we do? Keep an eye on them all night?” I asked as I put a hand to my head. “Christ, looks like we now have to baby-sit Mary and Joseph and Sister Bernadette at a fucking orgy!”

“We can’t let any of THAT get out of hand!” Kate whispered as loud as she could. “If any of those guys fuck it’s incest! And not like the kind where you fucked my sister-in-law and got her pregnant””

“Oh we’re going down that route are we?” I asked before feeling my stomach fall away from me as though I was on a roller-coaster. “Wait?…Oh shit, where’s keçiören escort Nikki?”

“Where’s Troy?!” Kate yelled as we jumped up and down in the crowd. Although the party was full of weirdos, a wolf’s head and Nikki’s haphazard mane would be easy to spot but neither were visible.

“Fucking Hell, I am so stupid. Fucking Vanessa!” I spat in outrage.

“Maybe later, sweetie.” she replied as she appeared from out of the crowd dragging her stocky other half with her who was dressed like a horny, body-building Harry Potter.

“Hey! You both came!” he chuckled in a dry way before being taken aback by my silver contact lenses. “Wow! Love the eyes, Andy!”

“Yeah, we had unfinished business before we expelliarmus out of here!” I replied.

“Hmmm. Someone’s got fire in their belly. I like it!” Brian replied with a pat on my arm which turned into a bicep squeeze. “And…are you working out? Wow! Good arms! Well, you did need to, let’s face it.”

I turned to Vanessa in her black, see-through outfit that hid nothing and exposed everything and pointed to the bar.

“Bar, now, please?” I asked in the firmest way I could. I knew that Vanessa never did anything without it being her decision. She smiled, raised an eyebrow and headed over there with me walking behind her, my cape billowing out from me like Darth fucking Vader. Thinking of that made me wonder if I would be seeing any fucking by Darth Vader tonight. Knowing the people and knowing the house, I didn’t think it was beyond the realms of possibility.

I sat down across from Vanessa who left her legs open as she leant on the bar. I could see her black see-through panties and her trimmed vulva peering through the material. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I wanted to talk to you about how you ruined my marriage and my life, and I know Kate here feels the same way I do!” I blurted out. Vanessa leaned back and let out a villainous cackle that matched her erotic witch outfit.

“First of all, there’s only you talking to me now, Honey,” Vanessa began and I looked around to see I was back on my own…again. How stupid was I gonna be tonight? I got up and felt like I was about to have a panic attack when I made out the prettiest Red Riding Hood in the crowd talking to Brian. I felt relieved that I hadn’t lost sight of her and started to walk over when Vanessa barked “Sit down!”

There was something in that voice of hers, something hypnotic that made me, against all reason, retake my seat. Vanessa wasn’t that much older than me but it felt like my Mom was telling me off. She started again.

“And secondly, how DARE you suggest that I was to blame for your marriage falling apart!” Vanessa replied, almost comically with her legs open and her pussy on display. “There was a villain here that night, Andy…and it was you!”

“What?” I asked, dumb-founded at the accusation. How dare this witch suggest I was somehow to blame for this. The accusation was absurd.

“Let me guess, after the two of you left you both tried to pretend that none of it happened and go back to being boring Kate and Andy, right?” Vanessa asked, managing to describe the last two years of our entire marriage down to a tee.

“How could we not?” I queried.

“Did you even ask her what happened whilst you were out like a light?” Vanessa probed. As she asked more questions it was like she was finding a bullet-hole and digging in her thumb, over and over again.

“No. I couldn’t…I couldn’t bear it,” I replied. Looking over to see that Brian and Kate were still engaged deep in conversation.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to hear it, because you’re going to, you’re gonna take it and like it,” Vanessa countered and with that she took me back to that night as the room spun around and I was transported to a time three years prior where the one thing I cared about more than anything else in this world was taken from me.

Three Years prior

Kate looked over to Andy as Mason fucked her. She could feel the strange new cock inside her, pleasuring her, sending waves of delight over her, as he pushed ever onwards. Kate bounced on Mason’s rod and watched as Tara whispered into Andy’s ear so intimately as she bounced on his massive cock, a cock that should have been hers only, and then, just when the night could get no worse, Andy came inside Kate’s little sister. He came inside his unprotected sister with a look of sheer delight, his eyes locking with Kate’s and an expression that told her he didn’t care.

Around them she watched as Lil and Vanessa moved onto the deck and engaged in a 69, their mouths hungrily feasting on each others sex whilst Carlos and Brian moved behind the two of them and created a single four-person beast, all touching and combining and sweating and then there was Tara, she stepped off Andy who had passed out on the deck, his cock, comically deflating, whilst Mason removed his cock.

“No…No, please. More,” Kate found herself saying involuntarily as Mason switched positions and then pulled Kate’s ass down so that he was now plowing her, but with her on top in reverse cowgirl so she could still see the spoils of Tara’s victory. Tara turned to her younger sister, stuck her fingers inside her pussy and then put them to her mouth to savor her spoils. Kate wondered what was going on as Tara kneeled in front of her Jesse and started sucking on his cock, after taking her Andy and making him hers.

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Daughter of the Revolution

Chapter XV

They marched a solid 12 hours that day, the men did quite well considering they’d been loitering at the plantation for a few weeks and were a bit out of shape. Alec had chosen to allow their wives and girlfriends to travel with them to help in the field kitchens and assist the medics. He was surprised at the amount of them that did and his women were proud of him for letting them do so. The militiamen were more than grateful as well because having their women with them was a serious moral booster.

Abby was quite pleased at the sight of the militiamen’s girls. Because of their admiration for her and Rose, many of them had fashioned their own trousers and modified their blouses to be more comfortable. The ones fortunate enough to afford new material had made dresses that copied the style of Abby, Rose and June’s, low cut and decidedly sexier than their old ones. The men appreciated them too, with more than one wife excitedly telling Abby that their man’s libido had improved markedly as the wives showed off more of their nubile bodies.

The three girls traded off their mounts throughout the day to several of the wives and girlfriends, giving them a break from the drudgery of walking. Abby and the girls loved the exercise and had a great day chatting with everyone along the way. Alec met several times with the point men and he was highly impressed both with the time they made as well as the routes they chose. He’d predicted a six day journey while the men insisted they could do it in four. Alec gave them his full support and passed the information to his girls whom were ecstatic at the news.

Most of the company were outfitted with cloth tents or tarps that they strung up in the tree beside the road when they camped for the night. Others slept beneath the wagons for shelter. Rose and June tried to raise a tent for themselves but Abby put a stop to it.

“I’ll not have it, you’ll be with me and Alec,” she declared.

“But, Abby. You need some time with him since our argument yesterday. I know he needs you too,” Rose protested weakly.

“You’re right, but I need to know you and June are safe with me. Besides, we’ve shared so much now that it’d seem odd not to have you two with us at night,” Abby replied, and kissed Rose’s cheek. Alec pitched their tent which was quite large, and chopped down some pine boughs for a mattress of sorts.

They ate a bit of dinner, then everyone except Rose reclined on the makeshift bed. She slid out of the tent with a mischievous giggle, then returned in just a few minutes with a bottle of whiskey she’d squirreled away in her saddle bag.

“Mmm, my favorite, you sneaky little girl,” Alec said, and gave her kiss of thanks. Even now he could make her blush with his praise and she did so, just reddening enough to be seen in the candlelight. June took in her beauty and tugged her down for a kiss which Rose returned sweetly. Abby broke out her tin cup and poured a dram of whiskey for Alec, he sipped at it then passed it around to the girls. Rose pulled out her book of Aesops’s Fables and read a tale while her companions undressed to slip beneath their blankets.

When Rose noticed Abby’s eyes go soft and her hand crawl under the blanket to meet Alec’s burgeoning cock, she trailed her story off and slid in naked beside June.

“It looks like it’s just you and me,” she whispered, and June let out little snort of laughter.

“It’s not the first time, nor I reckon the last. Come to me, sweet Rose. Let me soothe you,” June whispered. Abby’s golden head disappeared under the covers at Alec’s waist and he let out sigh of pleasure when her lips met his cock head. Rose’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the bump in the blanket as Abby’s head rose and fell while she sucked her man to a full erection. Rose flipped her blanket back and looked at June with her smoky eyes.

“June,” she whispered, as she ran her elegant fingers between the lips of her pussy, moaning as she worked herself open. June slid between her legs and put Rose’s thighs over her shoulders, then laid her head on her flat little belly.

“Mmm, you smell so good, Rose. I could just eat you up,” she whispered. Rose cupped her head and ran her fingers through her hair while June sighed in pleasure. The long day of riding had lent an earthy smell to Rose but June paid no mind, she loved her woman any way she could take her. Rose groaned when June’s little pink tongue wedged itself between her moist lips and gently licked its way inside. Rose loved sex in all its versions, including getting pounded like a drum by a rough man drunk on lust, but her most favorite was having a woman’s tongue playing slowly in her wet pussy, teasing and torturing her until she lost herself to passion.

This night, June was in excellent form and she took her time with Rose. As she slowly worked her lover to a frenzy, Alec got too warm and threw back his blanket to expose Abby, whom was prone between his legs and sucking his cock with every kızılay escort bit of skill she had. Rose’s eyes wandered over to watch and darkened with lust as she watched Alec’s pre-cum dripping down Abby’s chin to soak the hair on his tight belly. The sight was so erotic that her orgasm slipped up on her faster than she’d expected and she arched her back, coming violently in June’s thirsty mouth.

As she felt the first splash of hot juice on her tongue, June ran two fingers in Rose’s tight pussy, twisting and turning them while plunging in and out in a rhythmic motion. The tight clench of Rose’s muscles around her digits told her Rose was coming hard and long. June kept sucking her clit and working her fingers deep until her lover’s cries reached a fevered pitch, then slowly trailed off into gentle moans of satisfaction.

June’s beautiful brown eyes found Alec’s as he stared at her wet mouth locked on Rose’s pussy. It was enough to push him over the edge and he came in Abby’s welcoming mouth with a series of deep grunts that he tried to stifle, to no avail. Abby kept her lips clasped tightly about his cock, just below the swollen head that she rasped energetically with her warm tongue. Her cheeks bulged, then hollowed again and again as he filled her mouth while she gulped him down hungrily. She closed her eyes in satisfaction, loving how his hot spurts spattered the back of her throat before disappearing into her belly.

The sight of Abby pleasing Alec brought another small orgasm to Rose and she floated in pleasure for several more moments until June pulled up to kiss her sweetly, sharing the taste of her own passion with her.

“Mmm, Rose, you’re simply delicious tonight,” June whispered.

“I bet you are too, honey,” Rose returned. June let out a surprised yelp when Rose suddenly flipped her over and gripping her arms, held them over her head, pinned to the pine boughs. “Now stay, sweetheart. Don’t make me say it again,” she threatened with an evil smile.

“Yes, Mistress,” June said submissively. Movement to her side caught her eye when Alec flipped Abby over and covered her tiny body with his. Rose and June both watched, enamored as he skillfully worked his way down Abby’s smooth curves, leaving nothing untouched. She was glistening in saliva from her lips to her hard nipples, and on to her smooth mound where his lips caught her clit and he sucked it in his mouth, driving her mad with passion.

It acted as a signal for Rose, and she buried her face in June’s wet treasure, humming happily as she feasted on her favorite meal, hot, sweet pussy. Side by side, Alec and Rose ate to their hearts content while their lovers exploded in orgasm again and again until their hands pushed away the tongues that had brought them so much pleasure.

“Ugh, so sensitive,” Abby sighed, as Alec pulled away.

“Me too. Rose, you’ve destroyed me,” June managed between gasps for breath. Alec and Rose slid up their lovers bodies to kiss them deeply and rest in their arms. Eventually, their skin cooled and they tugged their blankets up for comfort.

“Come, June. Sleep with me,” Abby said sleepily, and pulled her into her arms. Alec gathered in Abby while Rose clung to his back, stealing his heat until she was warm and comfy.

“I love you all, dearly,” the little slave girl whispered. Murmurs of agreement came from the three behind her and she wriggled like a puppy in satisfaction, then fell asleep in moments.

The group pushed hard for the following three days and arrived at the scene of the battle on the afternoon of the fourth day. Alec insisted the girls stay in the rear until he contacted his uncle, General Greene, at the front. The fighting had lapsed while the two sides gathered their wounded from the field and Alec found his Uncle Nathan crouched in a defensive trench while poring over a crude map. He exclaimed in surprise and pulled Alec down to hug him in delight.

“Thank God you’ve arrived! Is all well with you? Did you bring reinforcements?”Nathan asked.

“Yes, Uncle. All’s well. I’ve brought every available man and we’re here to help in any way we can,” Alec answered.

“That’s good to hear. We’ve been taking a beating and it’s fixing to get worse. They have the high ground and are moving their cannon up on line so they can fire over the heads of their troops as they assault forward. I wish I had a way to knock them out because they’re gonna kick the shit out of us in a day or so,” Nathan said in a tired voice.

“Why don’t we pull back and try to come up with a plan this evening,” Alec said.

“Sounds good. We’re tuckered out and the enemy has been slacking off in the late afternoons. I hope they’re getting as worn out as we are.”

Nathan led Alec to the rear and they sat down in his command tent, then lit their pipes as Nathan filled in his nephew on the battlefield conditions. Suddenly, the tent flaps flew open and the three women piled in to overwhelm the General with a flurry of hugs and kolej escort kisses. He smiled in joy and returned their favors. “What a welcome surprise!” he exclaimed. “I missed having you beauties around to spoil me so kindly. We don’t have much here in the way of small luxuries, but what I have is yours. Please make yourselves comfortable.”

“Where’s Major Moore?” Rose asked.

“Oh, he’s stirring up trouble around here somewhere, he should show up soon,” Nathan replied, much to the girls’ relief. They all liked the Major and considered him part of the family.

“Uncle Nathan. Do you mind if we poke around a little bit? We’ve brought many camp followers with us and I want to make sure they get settled in. Can you recommend a safe area for us to set up our tents?”

“Of course, dear Abby,” he responded. He assigned a nearby lieutenant to show her where to go, then she kissed his cheek in thanks and left with Rose and June. It didn’t take the girls long to line out their charges, then Abby summoned Rose with a twinkle in her eye.

“Let’s explore a little. I have Papa’s extra spyglass, and I want to see what the men have been up against,” she said conspiratorially.

“Great idea! I love an adventure!” Rose enthused. The two women walked to the the edge of the battlefield and Abby watched as the two sides set in for the evening. Men bustled about re-shoring their positions and refilling damaged sandbags at the bulwarks around the cannon. Abby observed the redcoats as they dug in their cannon in a straight line across their position with the bulk of the camp behind them. She also made mental notes of the questions she wanted to ask Nathan that evening pertaining to the enemy. Rose took the glass and satisfied her own curiosity, wondering aloud at how foolish the common way of conducting battle was, in her eyes. The girls had only heard of the practice of walking in line and banging away at each other from standing positions, and it seemed ludicrous to them. Abby’s way of ambush and foul play seemed much more reasonable to her as opposed to the gentlemanly tradition of giving the other side a fair shot at you. She shook her head in disdain at the thought, and tugged Rose back to the tree line.

“Let’s explore a little,” she urged. “I saw a sentry changing post on their left flank. We should sneak through the forest and find out where he settles in at. I’m working on an idea,” Abby said quietly. Rose nodded in agreement and the two wily veterans slipped in closer to the redcoat line. As they approached the area where they thought the sentry might be, they slowed to a crawl and turned all their senses forward to detect the man’s presence. Eventually, Abby reached back and touched Rose, then gestured ahead. The two girls slowly crouched and Abby whispered to Rose, “About 40 yards ahead, next to the big oak.”

“I see him,” Rose breathed in her ear. They watched him for nearly half an hour as he settled in for the evening. He had a bag that probably contained a cold dinner, along with a canteen of water, the girls figured. Abby happened to have her spyglass on him when he jerked his head to his left and seemingly spoke loudly to the forest.

“I knew it!” Abby whispered, “he’s got a buddy deeper in the forest to his left. They’re pretty sly, this bunch. We’ll have to be very careful. Follow me as quietly as you can.” Together, they pulled back fifty yards or so, then Abby led them in a flanking maneuver to their right until they found the other sentry. He was sitting comfortably behind a fallen log and facing in the direction of the Continental army. His jaws moved rhythmically as he chewed his dinner, then slurped from his canteen occasionally without a care in the world. He was twenty five yards or so from his partner, and soon the two were talking loudly back and forth, paying little attention to their duties. Abby nodded to herself in satisfaction. She’d seen what she’d hoped to and felt better for it, the plan in her golden head was taking shape nicely. Just in case, the two women did another loop to their right in search of another soldier but didn’t find one. The two sentries on duty appeared to be the only ones out there.

As the two women carefully retreated to camp, Abby took note of their route in the hopes of retracing her steps in the darkness. Back at the command tent, Major Moore had shown up and he welcomed the two beauties joyously, enquiring how they were and the condition of his two girlfriends, Mira and Sabra, back at the plantation. Abby assured him all was well and that the girls missed him. He and his thick cock had left an indelible impression on the two maids, he remembered fondly. Alec and Nathan were still seated and conniving on tomorrow’s battle plan while June, who was in her element, served them drinks and waited on their every need. The two men enjoyed her gentle touches and dark beauty as she spoiled them rotten by packing their pipes, even lighting them while she tried not to cough at the smoke in her lungs.

While maltepe escort they had a simple dinner, Abby pestered Nathan with a few questions. “Uncle Nathan, how do your men start their mornings?”

“Well, the sentries wake us early, then we have a quick formation to conduct a head count. We want to know if we’ve had any deserters, as well as if any man is sick or can’t fight for some reason, then we dispatch him to see the doctor. If all’s well, then we proceed to eat breakfast and get ready for battle.”

“How do you do battle, do you use cover and move forward when able to, or do you line up and simply shoot at each other?” she asked, trying to sound curious rather than critical.

“Typically, in an open field such as here, we walk forward in a tight line until we’re in range while the enemy does the same, then we fire on each other. The cannoneers fire whenever they have targets, hopefully not hitting their own men. If we’re in rough terrain we tend to use cover, then fire and maneuver on the redcoats. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, just a woman’s curiosity,” she said with a smile, while Alec looked at her askance, he knew her better than that and figured she was up to no good.

“Do you suppose the redcoats do the same in the morning? I mean call a formation for a headcount and so on?” she asked again.

“I would imagine so, most armies follow the same traditions. Keeping track of the troops and their welfare is a chief concern,” Nathan answered while Abby nodded in understanding.

He raised a curious eyebrow at her next inquiry. “Is it typical to keep cannons loaded when we’re not firing, especially at night?” she asked.

“That’s an odd question, but no. I wouldn’t want mine loaded for very many hours, especially if it was raining or very humid. If the powder gets tainted with moisture, it may not fire when needed and one would be stuck with an inoperable field piece, which obviously is a bad thing. If it was critical to have them loaded, I’d lower the muzzles and cover the flash hole with an oilskin or some such thing. Wet powder is a cast iron bitch,” he declared.

“I see. Thanks for satisfying a girl’s curiosity, Uncle Nathan.”

“Anytime, my dear, anytime.”

In bed that evening, Abby lay with her head on Alec’s well padded shoulder and gave him her most loving gaze while she ran her fingers over his hairy chest. “Will you do me a huge favor, sweetheart?” she asked with a flirtatious smile. He looked at her with a knowing smile.

“I knew you were up to something. What do ya need, Angel?” he asked as he hugged her close.

“I want you to come with me and Rose first thing in the morning. Some scouting needs to be done on the redcoats and I need you to help us get through our lines and past the sentries, both coming and going.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her words, but he wasn’t surprised in the least. He closed his eyes and thought for a few moments while she rustled with impatience. “Please, Heavy!” she implored, “think how fun it would be. Just like old times, sneaking through the woods with your favorite girls!”

Heaving a deep sigh, he answered her. “I’d love to, but I have to tell Nathan. It’s his battlefield and we must respect that.”

“Whatever it takes, I’m working on an idea that you both might like, I just need to spy on the redcoats a bit before presenting it to you and Uncle Nathan.”

“I’ll see what I can do. I’ll speak to him now so we don’t rouse him to early in the morning. Be right back,” he answered as he rose from their bed. She tugged him back down and kissed him deeply.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re the best boyfriend ever!”

Alec awoke to two, warm female bodies sliding next to his. “Wake up, soldier boy!” Rose whispered while Abby tickled his ribs. “It’s time to rise and shine.”

Reluctantly, he got up and the three conspirators dressed in silence, then slipped out of the tent. The sentry was expecting them and confirmed the password of the day so they could return to the lines safely without getting shot. Abby led them silently through the forest until they were observing the redcoat sentry posted in the trees. He was out cold and sleeping deeply. Led by Abby, the three spies worked their way through the trees until they could see the slumbering camp of the enemy. They nestled in close to the wet forest floor and waited for the sunrise.

Despite their warm clothing, the girls were shivering in short order and snuggled in close to Alec’s warm bulk with grateful sighs. It seemed to take forever until a sentry approached the command tent, which was markedly larger than the others and flagged with the regiments colors. He roused the men within and returned to his post while rubbing his cold hands together to warm them from the night’s chill. She watched with interest as a man came out of the tent and pulled a white wig over his head, then scratched himself and pissed in the dirt behind his canvas dwelling. Alec whispered that he was the general and the second man whom had emerged was probably his colonel.

A trumpeter blew reveille and the soldiers began stirring and rising from their sleep. Abby watched attentively as the officers shouted out commands and herded their charges into a loose formation. Grunts and groans filled the air as many a man paused to hurriedly empty his bladder before lining up before the command.

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(Note to Readers: This nine-part story follows a young, straight, American couple from dating to marriage and parenthood, and from exclusive sex to separate side action, swinging, and group sex. All characters involved in sex acts are at least 18 years old. Some of the sex is interracial and lesbian. To make sense of the story, you should read Parts 1 through 5 first. Click on my author name above, or the stories link, to find them.)

* * * * *

March 2014:

The day after her test showed that she was pregnant, Kendra spent more office time than she liked on fielding phone calls about that, and on reading texts in response to the form message she had broadcast. At lunch she asked Sam, also at work, to take over some of the thank-yous for the deluge of best wishes. She also told him that, as planned, she’d visit her parents that evening.

“I want to be there with you,” he said, despite sounding as harassed as she was. “And we need to find time to do the same with my folks.”

“Right,” she said. Then, hoping for a shred of privacy in her travel agency’s open-bay office, she murmured, “We need a boundary review.”

“Agreed,” said Sam, in a workplace even noisier than hers. Business was good, for someone who provided expertise on electronics and computerization in motor vehicles. “Remind me of that before I undress you tonight.”

She kept a straight face, feeling some nether warmth. “Or during.”

In fact, they were still dressed and sitting together on the living room sofa when she said, “The ob-gyn said that if our sex is never more strenuous than what I described to her, we can continue right up to month nine.” She pulled the band from her center-parted black hair and shook it from a ponytail to a cascade spanning her shoulders.

“Or until you get uncomfortable.” His arm was already around her back. He sifted the hair lightly with his fingers.

“If that ever happens, I’ll let you know.” She looked his way. The rich blue of his eyes was clear in the limited light. The feel of his lean muscles, even through clothes, made her both calm and alert, a duality she always enjoyed.

She smacked her lips. “I can provide alternatives.”

He exhaled, and fought off a yawn. Her parents had been thrilled, and Sam had done everything he could to stay patient for three hours of maternal advice. “I don’t want us the way you lamented once, that sex seemed like a game with all the rules written by men.”

She nestled into him. Her cat, Nuggins, hunkered more firmly on her lap. “I’m impressed that you remember that. And you’ve taken my mind off it, by helping us write our own rules, and agree on our boundaries. And keeping up with my sex appetite as it grew.”

“But now we’re in unknown territory,” he said, scratching her back almost absently. “Your thoughts?”

“I want to keep the boundary I always feel best about. We never overnight with anyone else.”

“Agreed. At the trade show next week, I won’t even flirt. I’ll be alone in bed all night.”

“And I’ll put on my best phone sex voice,” she said, doing so. “While you do the same, for your forlorn, pregnant, wife.”

He smiled. “Guess I better get used to hearing that word with that emphasis.”

“Play it back in your mind while you clean a certain gray cat’s litter box, and save your pregnant wife from toxoplasmosis.”

“Hey, that might be a sex rule that wasn’t written by men.”

Kendra yawned. “It’s late, let’s focus. Your turn.”

“I propose to exclude us from any new grouping or swinging. We have Joan and Stu, and Greater Neptune, all together or in foursomes.”

“I think we’d decided that before you knocked me up, but I’ll agree now formally.”

“Also, no side sex at all when either of us is out of town.”

She frowned. “For the traveler, or both of us?”

He gave that some thought, then said, “Just the traveler. In a hotel bar meetup, one isn’t likely to get STI test results.” His eyes met hers. “I’m fine with you hosting Stu and Joan.” Then he added, “Or just Stu.”

She said quietly, “And if a resort gives me a junket, I’m okay with you, Joan, and Stu. Or you and Joan.” Then, after a pause for emphasis, “Or you and Robin.”

His eyes rolled. She quickly added, “But my first choice is for the resort to pay your way too. If they don’t, I’d probably hand it off to another agent.”

“Are we done?” he asked, then regretted his whiny tone. He didn’t like to be reminded of the stripper at the bachelor party who had gotten to him emotionally.

“With talking, yes.” She leaned to embrace him, which prompted Nuggins to hop to the floor in disdain.

The previous night, their lovemaking soared on the joy of their parenthood. This night, they watched porn to get stoked enough for a quick bang.

Kendra was still light-hearted. “You were very efficient, Spermzilla,” she said, looking over her shoulder as they thumped their trunks together in doggystyle. “No waiting, month after month. Now I should warn every woman about eve gelen escort your spooj.”

“It takes two to fertilize,” he said, rubbing her clit vigorously. The sight of her big brown eyes and wide smile added a little oomph to his shlong. “Your orgasms always suction my gunk. Maybe you’re Eggzilla.”

The shower was also quick, with both noting that this might be how most weeknights would go. Especially once they’d try to steal moments during a baby’s nap.

* * * * *

Sam made the most of the trade show, contacting startups in the cybernetic servicing of electric and hybrid vehicles, giving a talk on helping mechanics expand their skills to include diagnosing and debugging auto software, and picking up prospects for expanding his business to other cities. At night, however, he retreated to his sleeping room rather than try to chat people up in a lobby bar. He was fine and focused during the day, even upbeat as he explored topics that continued to interest him intellectually as well as financially. Later, though, he became more aware that Kendra was far away.

He and Kendra did more than talk on the phone. Each played the video of the other’s bachelor party.

At one point she chuckled and said, “Can you hear the scratching? I have the bedroom door closed, and Nuggins isn’t happy.”

“Interesting,” said Sam. “When we’re in the bedroom together, he just goes off somewhere to sulk.”

“He was the man in my life before you were,” she said, voice getting throaty. “Neutering didn’t affect that. Wow, Terry really got close when Rampage rode you.”

They had seen their videos so many times that they now found themselves commenting on details, including who was shooting when. “I’ve seen that Joan explored a lot of angles,” Sam chipped in, “and even moved a lamp to get better lighting.”

“Should we get a Skype account?” she asked.

“From what I’ve seen, that isn’t practical for the setup we’re using.” He started panting. “And I hope I don’t take any more trips this year.”

“I’d like that even if I weren’t—” With a smile, she remembered to add the emphasis. “—pregnant.”

He chuckled. “There’s an outfit here with a booth on keyless entry security, and maybe I’m not the only helpless horny guy here, because from people hanging around there I’ve heard about the development of remote controlled vibrators. That, combined with Skype, might be really interesting.”

Her middle finger pushed past her labia, finding moisture. “You’ll just have to imagine,” she said, “What I’m doing now.”

He keyed the laptop and said, “I’m switching to the honeymoon video.”

Her breath caught. “That might be too much for me.”

“Huh?”

“I can watch you without me. I can watch me without you. But, us together? Not while you’re not here.”

“Okay…so I won’t.”

“It’s getting hard to keep my eyes open anyway,” she said, panting, “so the video matters less than your voice. Tell me what you want to do to me.”

He paused, then said, “First, I’d get through the door that annoys the cat.”

“Okay,” she chuckled.

“Then I’d walk over to the bed, with my dowsing rod leading me to you. I’d stand you up.”

Another finger slid below her clit. Extra fluid met it. “Yeah.”

Sam tried to keep consent in his wording, even as his voice roughened. “How’s about I back you against the wall?”

“You could do that,” she said with a tremor.

“I press up against you. I hold your wrists against the wall.” He paused again.

“Only you may do that!”

“The underside of my cock slides along your pubes. My balls shove past your clit hood.”

“I lick your neck!” she said quickly. “I put a leg around you!”

“I let go your hand!”

“You grab your dick! My fingers spread my, my—”

She started ululating. He may have said more, but not for long.

In one state, contractions squeezed her fingers. In a different state, semen launched onto his belly.

“Whoooaaa,” she said eventually. “We’ve never done a wallbanger in real life.”

“That may be why it hit us so hard,” he said, using the tissues he had pre-placed. “Do you understand that I would never be aggressive with you?”

“Uh huh. But meta-me had no problem with that from meta-you.” She smirked. “Because you asked nicely.”

“Thank you for indulging a lonely man,” he said, setting up the punch line, “who isn’t pregnant.”

She giggled. “My pleasure. Quite a lot of it. Now I have to go mend fences with my jilted feline.”

* * * * *

May 2014:

Kendra’s belly showed a slight rondure as she and Sam welcomed Morry and Nadine for a Saturday dinner and foursome.

Sam showed off the renovations. What had been three modest-sized bedrooms and one functional bath on the second floor, was now a large master bedroom, a bigger bath with separate shower and a tub with jets, and one modest-sized bedroom. The other modest-sized bedroom had been sacrificed to the expansions.

Chat gaziosmanpaşa escort during the meal was about wider world stuff, especially Russia’s claimed annexation of Crimea. They agreed that it was very bad, and that the U.S. didn’t seem able to do anything about it. They also admitted that it didn’t affect them personally.

Once they were on the floor cushions, Morry said, “It’s good of you to set this up. Kendra, you’re a really good cook. But is this really just dinner and sex?”

“We haven’t had much time together lately,” said Kendra, undoing buttons on his gray shirt and reaching in to his dark brown chest, “and before long I’m going to be a blimp. I think we’re all going to enjoy the sex. But, yes, we have some things we’d like to talk about later.”

Sam chuckled as he and Nadine started shedding clothes. “We haven’t seen you two fully dressed before. It’s a different turn-on.” They lay side by side. He got his hands behind her back, and spent more time than necessary on her bra, as they kissed and tickled. “There’s a whole lot of hooks,” Sam reported.

“There’s a whole lot they have to hold up,” said Morry, leaning their way while also working to bare Kendra’s breasts.

“Okay, I’m going to need to see that,” said Kendra. As Morry was about to toss her bra away, Kendra snatched it back and held out the tag. “I’m in a D-cup again, and maybe on the way past it. But Nadine’s still bigger.”

Sam held up Nadine’s bra while burying his head between her breasts. He said a muffled “Check for yourself.”

Kendra did, sitting cross-legged. “Double E. Damn.”

“I’m a freak of nature with a lifelong need to build up back muscles,” said Nadine, breath already shortening from Sam’s breast love and his fingering inside her pants.

After their paired disrobing they connected fully, easing into an oral square. This morphed into Kendra and Nadine licking Morry, switching off on cock and balls. Sam continued licking and fingering Nadine’s twat, with both hosts at that time giving without receiving. They still grew in arousal, though not as steeply as the guests.

“Nadine,” said Kendra, “let me know when I start cheating.” She stroked Morry’s prick slowly.

“Routine stuff,” said Nadine, suppressing a smile. Her obsession with cheating was a running joke, and she didn’t mind the kidding, since even phony cheating turned her on.

Kendra slowly tongued the underside.

“That’s a report to the Human Resources Department.” Nadine, in fact, headed an HR office.

Kendra closed her lips around Morry’s glans.

“He likes it a lot, so you’re right at the edge of cheating.”

Changing it up, Kendra wrapped her breasts around the shaft and gave it a quick pump.

“Nah. Happens all the time in subway cars.”

“Then I guess it has to be a home run.” Kendra hiked herself up, reset her legs, held the prick, and lowered her quim onto it.

“Yeah,” said Nadine, sounding bored, “that’s cheating all right. Sam, I want revenge.”

This settled into Sam doggying Nadine right next to Kendra cowgirling Morry. Among many other things, Sam enjoyed the expanses of womanflesh side by side, Kendra’s muscle tone about the same as Nadine’s. He found both women exotic, to varying degrees, with Nadine’s skin slightly pinker than Kendra’s. A more direct sensation was Nadine’s butt against his belly, a slight jiggle cushioning her toned muscles.

As Kendra hoped, Morry received pleasure as well as gave it. His loving was generous and exuberant, and she found it as comforting as it was thrilling. She was on a day-to-day watch on whether her libido would shut down, and as rushes led to spasms, she knew it hadn’t happened yet. Her spasms quickened as she felt Morry let go and cum.

Sam leaned down and got as much of his hands and arms on Nadine’s bosom as possible. Her breasts apparently weren’t orgasmic, but if he was both gentle and quick, they could boost her pleasure. She was also willing to experience everything Sam did to her, unlike in their first foursome, more than a year earlier. It gratified him that she felt safe enough with him to drop her pose. It also drove him wild that she squeezed on his dick so powerfully, and that his returning stretch of her walls amped her heat and wetness.

Her head snapped around, and she tried to nip his ear, but only caught a few hairs. “You want my tits that much?”

“They always get my atten—” The last syllable was lost to a howl.

There followed several seconds of four-part dissonance. Then a few minutes of wheezes and chuckles from a spent fuckpile.

Water bottles and washcloths allowed them to be comfortable staying nude on the cushions.

“Morry, I know you don’t want anyone else to know this,” said Sam, “but you consider us friends, don’t you?”

“Sure we do,” he said.

Kendra saw Morry’s smooth expression harden a bit.

“Do you get that we don’t like that you pimped us to Forever Blossoms?” gölbaşı escort Sam went on.

Nadine wasn’t where he could see her, but Sam heard her sudden indraw of breath.

Morry smiled in a way that seemed ready for a fight. “You do understand,” he said, “the effect of somebody white using that verb on somebody black.”

“I do,” said Sam, not giving way. “but this wasn’t whiteness talking. I invite you to explain, and show me I’m wrong.”

Morry lowered his eyes, then shook his head with a different smile. “I can honestly say,” he said, “that I believed this would be great for everybody. Yes, bringing in fresh blood upholds my standing in Forever Blossoms. But I also thought you two would groove on it. It looked like Greater Neptune was too small a pond for you.”

“The sex at the retreat was dynamite,” said Kendra, and with a glance saw Sam nod. “But once we figured out the social hierarchy of F.B., we realized that this group isn’t for us. That’s without taking into account my personal experience. But that showed me another aspect of Forever Blossoms that, frankly, creeps me out.”

She turned to face Nadine. “Has Doug, or any other man at the alpha level, either orgasmed or shown extreme pleasure and joy, while fucking your pussy?”

Nadine’s eyes widened. “You remember, I didn’t go with you to the F.B. tents. I went off to cheat.”

“Not then,” said Kendra, losing patience, “But other times. When they get you to cum, what do they do next?”

Nadine glanced at Morry, then said, “They pull out. I don’t care, I got mine. It’s what I want from them.”

Sam said nothing, knowing this part had to stay woman-to-woman. Kendra asked, “Does the guy cum at all?”

Nadine’s tongue parted her lips, way too tellingly. “Then it’s my turn. I blow him, usually. That’s when I show I can control his pleasure.”

Kendra was about to jump on the notion of controlling pleasure, but Morry said, “Not always.”

Nadine looked besieged, as if it were now three against one. “Depends on the guy, the mood he’s in,” she said, now struggling to sound casual. “Sometimes it’s ass. Sometimes he just yanks, while I kneel, and he paints my face.”

Sam asked Morry, “Is this standard male behavior in Forever Blossoms?”

“It ain’t sexist!” Morry snapped. “We eat pussy. We want the ladies to like what we do. If they didn’t, they’d ditch us.”

“I like what you do,” Kendra said to him, “a whole lot. But it was weird that first time. I’d never encountered that. A guy who held back his orgasm, not out of consideration for me, but to score points in his own head.”

Sam looked at Nadine, and also referred to their first foursome, in the Couple Doubler at Greater Neptune. “And you were doing the same. What I wanted, though, was to find what would please you the most. And if you were okay with me cumming inside you, I knew I’d love it.”

“So, you two,” said Kendra. “Is your whole act about never showing weakness?”

They were silent. Finally, Nadine said, “You could say that’s the culture at the high level of swinging. In F.B. and other clubs.”

“Is it fun?” asked Sam. “Or do you always have that stress in the back of your mind?”

“It’s not stress,” said Morry, with a dismissive laugh. “I’m competitive. It’s part of the thrill.” In normal conversation, Morry had shown that he was on top of things as an institutional investor.

“But with us,” said Kendra, “you don’t compete.”

“Because it didn’t work,” said Nadine with a smile. “We met our match. Our excuse is that you’re younger.”

Sam stroked Nadine’s arm and said, “We’re okay with being your decompression sex. We have a great time physically, and when you let your guard down, we’re getting to like you as people. But now that there’s a loaf in the oven, we may be less available, and less adventurous.”

Kendra looked at Morry. “I’m glad you opened up about this. Even the men in Forever Blossoms I didn’t fuck seemed to have the behavior I saw in Doug, and you.”

“Are you still messed up about Doug?” asked Morry, with a look of genuine concern.

Kendra nodded. “At some level. Partly because it was all so strange. And, yeah, physically this seems like unfinished business. I’ve had mind-body conflicts now and then in my life. But the one from that moment, with Doug and me eye-fucking each other, and him telling me to dump Sam and never have kids, was the most extreme ever. And the scariest. It took months for me to get to a place where I knew I wanted to start a family for the right reasons, and not out of revenge.”

“Damn, Woman,” said Nadine, “you are so strong.”

“So, you’re the one who decided to get out of Polly’s,” Morry said to Kendra. “I thought that was it, but some people in F.B. believe Sam got jealous and made you leave.”

Something about that seemed odd to Kendra, but she couldn’t pin it down. She looked at Nadine. “How personal can I get?”

“Whatever. I should take a step towards being a friend.”

Kendra smiled, but said, “Can you tell me more about you and Doug?”

Kendra and Sam heard, from a cushion, Morry’s shift in position.

“He’s the only one who’s never cum in my pussy, not even once. Sometimes I fight him to draw, not cumming, or not enough for him to pick up on it. Then I jerk him into my mouth and face while I rub out.”

“Isn’t that a waste of your time?” Sam asked.

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Dinner Party

Friday night, I came home late from a long week of work.

Amy greeted me at the door with a kiss and a glass of Tequila.

“I am so looking forward to doing nothing all weekend except going for a nice long mountain bike ride tomorrow,” I said as I settled into my favorite chair.

“Babe, we have that dinner party tomorrow night with my friends from the spin class, remember?” Amy said.

Smiling and trying not to show how that was the last thing in the world I wanted to do this weekend, I said, “Oh, yeah, I guess I will go for a ride on Sunday instead.”

Saturday morning, Amy woke me up by gliding my morning wood up into her hot pussy. I do love my sexy wife. Her sex drive has no off setting; it is either go or go harder.

She proceeded to fuck me silly, kissed me, and told me to keep sleeping. She was going to start straightening up the house. I knew she was nervous about having all her workout girlfriends over for dinner. I tried to fall back to sleep, but it was no use, so I got up.

I headed downstairs to find Amy frantically cleaning and straightening up the house.

When Amy saw me, she said, “Babe, help me put another leaf on the table.”

Confused, I said, “Another leaf? The six of you will fit around the table without another leaf.”

“John, it’s not just the ladies; their husbands and boyfriends are coming too,” Amy said.

“What? You didn’t tell me they were bringing their husbands. Great, so I have to spend the night entertaining five guys I don’t know while you ladies go on and on.” I said in a frustrated tone.

“Honey, I promise I will make it up to you,” Amy said.

“Ok, I will hold you to that. So do I have to prepare six different meals for these ladies? Safe to assume none of them are meat-eaters,” I asked.

“Why don’t you do ribs for you men and some salmon for the ladies. Oh, and some veggie pasta; Kristy is a vegetarian,” Amy said.

“Any other request for the hired help?” I asked.

“Well, you could fuck me again right now if you want?” Amy said as she bent over the table and lifted her skirt.

Even as cranky as I was about having to cook and entertain a bunch of strangers tonight, I wasn’t about to pass up my wife offering up her pussy.

I fucked her fairly aggressively as she hung onto the table, still a bit perturbed about the dinner party.

When we finished, Amy smiled at me and said, “tonight, when one of the ladies is sitting right here, you can think about how you had your fat cock buried in my cunt and fucked me good and hard.”

I thought, Amy just said “cunt” she only uses that word when she is super horny. Was tonight something more than her and a group of her spin workout girlfriends getting together?

Amy said, “Babe, you will have fun tonight, you know Lisa and her husband Isaac and I will make sure Cara sits next to you.”

While I hadn’t ever met all the women, I have seen them at the gym on occasion. All of the ladies are above average in looks, with Cara taking the lead in looks; she is drop-dead gorgeous. Cara is a tall, lean Irish woman with long Auburn hair and steely blue eyes. I have seen her husband Alex at the gym, too; both are in their late twenties or early thirties.

Lisa is a petite black woman with large breasts; I know why Amy friended Lisa. Amy is attracted to petite brunette women. Black or Hispanic women being her favorite. I was surprised when Amy told me Lisa was in her fifties; I would have sworn she was in her late thirties or early forties. It is no surprise she was married to a younger man.

I said, “I don’t know about sitting next to Cara, a babe. I find myself tongued tied when I see her. She is so beautiful it is hard to look at her directly.”

Amy, laughing, said, “I know the feeling, several of the women in the group have said the same thing. I find myself not listening to her when she talks; I am so engrossed in her beauty. It’s not fair how beautiful Cara is. At least she is one of the sweetest, most down to earth people I know. I honestly don’t think she knows what knockout she is.”

I said, “Yeah, add in the hot Irish accent of hers, and I am lost.”

“So maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all then, right?” Amy said as she went back to her frantic cleaning and straightening up of the house.

I said, “Ok, whatever I can do to make my beautiful wife happy. Refresh my memory of the other ladies again.”

“You know Lisa and her husband, Isaac. I think you met Maria at the block party a couple of years ago. They lived down the street before they moved to the other side of the neighborhood.” Amy said.

“Oh yeah, Maria, hot little Latina. The spin classes are definitely working for her figure. Hubba hubba.” I said.

Amy, giggling, said, “yeah, I always make sure my bike is right behind hers. She has the most beautiful ass and her tits. Her breasts aren’t big, but there is something about them that turns me on. Dark brown nipples with tiny areolas. Oh my god. I would love to get my hands esat escort on them; you should see them.”

“You have seen them?” I said, with a bit too much excitement in my voice.

“Yes, she is one of the few women at the gym that showers there and walks around naked in the locker room, her and Lisa both. Lisa has a beautiful body, too, so yummy,” Amy said.

My cock was tingling listening to Amy describe these women.

Amy went on, “I always make sure my bike is right behind Maria’s. Her perfect heart-shaped ass inspires me to keep going, and then Cara is to my right so I can smell her sweat. She drips with pheromones that keep me inspired. Then Lisa is to my left, and we encourage each other verbally.”

“You have it all set up, don’t you? What about the other ladies? What are their names again?” I asked

“Oh yeah, there is hell to pay if a new person tries to take one of our spots. Barbara and Kristy are the other two ladies. Kristy is very quiet, and I have never seen her go in the locker room, which isn’t all that strange. Women don’t use the locker room as you men do. You men walk around naked with your dicks swinging everywhere,” Amy said.

“Now, how do you know what goes on in the men’s locker room, young lady?” I said.

Laughing, Amy said, “well, I imagine that’s what you do. I mean, when we go to Desire, all the men go completely naked while the women tend to either go just topless with only a few going fully nude all day.”

Smiling at Amy, I said, “well, so that you know, you are right. Men tend to walk around the locker room naked. So what’s the deal with Barbara and Kristy?”

“You will like Barbara; she is Italian, like you. She is a foodie; I can tell by the way she talks about food. I think she grew up on a farm. I don’t think I have ever seen her wear makeup, just natural beauty, girl next door look. She has a great sense of humor when you get to know her,” Amy said.

Amy went on, “If I had to pick one of these women and only one to be friends with, I would probably pick Kristy.”

“Really? Not Maria, Lisa, or Cara?” I asked.

“If you’re asking me which ladies I would like to get naked with, yes, those three, but outside the bedroom, definitely Kristy. Kristy and I connected, from the moment I met her, I felt like I have known her all my life. Plus, I wish I had her body, and I am sure you will wish too when you see her tonight,” Amy said.

I smacked Amy on her ass and said, “I doubt that babe, your body is more than I can handle.”

“Yeah, right, as long as Jacky isn’t around, you mean,” Amy said.

Jacky is married to Jack, and they are our closest friends of 15 years. A little over two years ago, they became friends with benefits, but that is a different story.

“So, what about their husbands? What do you know about them? Don’t even try to say you don’t know; you women love to talk about your men, good and bad,” I said with a smirk.

“Well, honestly, I don’t know much about the other ladies’ husbands. You know Lisa’s husband, Isaac. He is younger and played college baseball, so you two can talk to him about that. Cara’s husband is just as gorgeous as her, which I would expect. Pretty sure he is a veterinarian. I think she said he is older than her. You know Maria’s husband, Javier. I have seen you two talking at the gym when you work out.” Amy said.

“Javier is Maria’s husband? Funny, I never put two and two together to equal Javier was married to a smoking hot Latina wife. From what he says, she has hot Latin blood.” I said.

“What does that mean?” Amy asked.

Laughing, I said, “just that it sounds like she could give you a run for your money in the sex drive department. So, what about the other guys?”

Amy gave me a questioning look with the sex drive comment but went on with, “Barbara’s husband Cris, spelled Cris, which she likes to say all the time as he is very particular in making sure people know how he spells his name. He is in Tech, but I don’t know which field of Tech he specializes in. I hope he is not a nerd for all our sakes. Kristy just started dating Jason, so they are not married. She had a very rough divorce, and she says he is an amazing lover. It is good to see her so happy.”

“Well, I will be sure to ask Jason for some pointers,” I said sarcastically.

“Babe, you don’t need any pointers; you rock my soul when you make love to me,” Amy said as she jumped into my arms and hugged me.

Changing the subject, I said, “I better get to the store; what time is everybody due?”

“I told them 1800, so we shouldn’t be too late at night, and you can still get in a bike ride tomorrow. Get something for dessert, babe, but keep it light otherwise, they will all want to go to the 0600 spin class tomorrow, maybe just some fresh fruit,” Amy said.

At 1700 Amy came into the kitchen and said, “Babe, they will be here in an hour; you better go shower.”

Time had slipped away from me as I prepared dinner. For etimesgut escort all of Amy’s traits that caused me to fall in love with her from that first day back in elementary school, cooking was a trait she never learned or even attempted to learn. I don’t mind, though; she does let me have sex with other women after all.

I got out of the shower and started to get dressed.

As I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs and Amy said, “Why are you putting those on? You usually go commando on the weekends.”

“Well, I was planning on wearing my baggy cotton pants, and I didn’t want my cock swinging around in front of your girlfriends,” I said.

“Oh, don’t be silly babe, be comfortable, besides, nothing wrong with giving the ladies a treat. Now take those off, if not for them, at least for me,” Amy said.

At the time, I didn’t think anything of it as I do prefer going commando whenever possible. I am almost always commando on the weekend, if not naked when possible.

I had just finished getting dressed. It was 1545 when the doorbell rang. Amy was still doing her hair, and she asked me to please get the door.

Great, I thought as I headed downstairs. I have to greet these people I don’t know and then host them until Amy came downstairs. UGH.

As I opened the door, I hoped it was Lisa and Isaac since I knew them or at least Maria and Javier. No such luck; it wasn’t either.

Having no idea if this was Barbara or Kristy, I stuck my hand out and said, “Hello, I am John, I am Amy’s hired help, and I will be serving you dinner tonight.”

Kristy laughed and said, “Hello John, I am Kristy, and this is Jason; thank you so much for opening your home for a bunch of crazy women. It is so nice to meet you finally; Amy gushes about what an amazing man she has for a husband.”

I could feel my face flush. When Amy told me about how close she was to Kristy, she left out how attractive Kristy is; well, to me, she is anyway. I can see why Amy didn’t mention Kristy’s figure. Kristy is tall and slender with small perky breasts, a complete opposite of Amy’s type, but not mine.

I extended my hand to Kristy, expecting a handshake, but she stepped into me and kissed me square on the mouth and then whispered in my ear, “and you’re even more handsome than Amy said.”

Caught off guard, I was stunned for a moment.

Jason smiled at me and said, “nice to meet you, John; not sure how us guys got roped into this, but I hear you are an amazing cook, and I like to eat.”

Laughing, I said, “Oh, I know exactly how we got roped into this; her name is Amy.”

Jason laughed, and I thought, ok, he seems like a nice guy and, just like me, would rather be somewhere else during this hen party.

I closed the door and escorted Kristy and Jason into the living room, offering to get them a drink.

Before they could answer, the doorbell chimed again. Amy was still upstairs, getting dressed.

I answered the door again to find Maria, Javier, Lisa, and Isaac standing there.

“Hello, John,” Lisa said. “You remember my husband, Isaac.”

Then Lisa stepped into me, and she too kissed me on the mouth. My head was spinning; what the hell is going on here.

Stunned once again, Isaac said hello and shook my hand.

Then Maria stepped into the house and said, “Hello John, I am Maria, and this is Javier; I believe you two know each other from the gym.”

Maria followed suit with Lisa and Kristy, kissing me on the mouth. I was totally flustered now, which doesn’t usually happen when a beautiful lady kisses me. Maria lingered when she kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm, and she smelled fantastic. I felt my cock tingle and a rush of blood pulse through cock when she broke off the kiss.

Javier said, “Hello, John, how are you? I didn’t realize until just now who you were. Maria kept saying I knew you, but I couldn’t place you.”

I escorted the four of them into the living room and set about getting everybody drinks. I was now sporting a chubby and after these three beautiful women’s kisses. My mind was spinning; what were they up to?

Amy came downstairs finally and started saying hello to all her guests and getting introduced to their husbands. I noticed as Amy got introduced to one of the women’s husbands, she too kissed them on the mouth. All the women, as they got introduced to a husband, kissed him on the mouth. My head was spinning now as I tried to figure out what this was all about. The doorbell chimed again, and Amy asked me if I would get it for her.

Slightly perturbed, I went to the door and opened it to find Cara. I felt like a fool as I stood there, staring at her and unable to talk. Her deep blues locked on me, and I couldn’t move.

In her Irish accent, she said, “Hello John, I am Cara, you probably don’t remember me, we have chatted several times at the gym, and you have helped me with the weight machines. Alex, this is John, Amy’s husband; thank you so much for etlik escort having us tonight. Amy says you are a wonderful cook, and we are so excited to be included with this group.”

“So nice to see you with your clothes on. I mean, dressed up, not in your gym clothes, not that you don’t look amazing in your gym clothes. It is my pleasure to have all you lovely ladies here tonight.” I could feel my face turning red as I stumbled over my greeting.

Cara followed suit of the other ladies, and she stepped into me and kissed me on my mouth, and let out a little purr as she broke off the kiss. There was no hiding it now; my cock was on its way to a full-blown chubby.

Just then, Amy walked up and saved me.

Amy said, “Hello, Cara, don’t you look as gorgeous as ever, and you must be Alex.” Amy kissed Cara and then planted a long, firm kiss on Alex’s lips.

Barbara and Cris walked up just as Cara and Alex entered the house.

Amy seeing them, said, “Hello, Barb, and this must be Cris. Nice to meet you, Cris. Barb, this is my husband, John.”

Barbara didn’t hesitate; she walked up to me and kissed me on the mouth and then said, “John, this is Cris.”

I turned to see Amy was doing the same to Cris, a full-on mouth kiss on the lips.

Cris said, “Hello, John, nice to meet you; Cris, spelled C R I S not C H R I S.

Still shocked from another one of these women kissing me on the mouth, It took everything I had not to laugh out loud when Cris spelled his name out.

Still slightly stunned, I stood in the hallway as Amy escorted the last of spin girls and their husbands to the living room.

I watched again as the women were introduced to the husbands proceed to exchange kisses on their mouths.

I got to the living room and was feeling self-conscious about the chubby I was sporting. I was positive a couple of the women in the room noticed my situation.

Lisa said, “Amy, are you going to let the boys in on our little prank or keep them tongued tied all night?”

I looked at Amy, and she had a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

Cara said, “Oh, Amy, you are so mean. John, when Amy planned this dinner party, Amy knew you men would be less than excited to host a hen party, let alone, including our husbands. So she told us when we got here we should all kiss you, men, straight on the lips and not to hesitate.”

I looked at Amy, who was now laughing out loud.

Realizing Amy’s joke, I said, “Well, that was an ice breaker, that’s for sure. I thought I was going crazy.”

Lisa said, “Amy, you are a lucky lady. John, you are a wonderful kisser, even for the short little kiss I got.”

Kristy said, “I second that.” Then turning to Jason and saying, “Honey, your kisses are still my favorite.”

Jason, laughing, said, “good recovery, my love.”

With the ice fully broken now, the party was off and running. Drinks were flowing, and I don’t know why I was surprised at how fun these women were. I should have known better that Amy wouldn’t friend a bunch of snits. These women were not only gorgeous, but they were wild and fun. My hesitation to the dinner party was that I expected the ladies to pair up together and leave us, men, to entertain ourselves.

Amy asked all the ladies how each of them met the man in their life.

According to Amy, Kristy, the supposedly quiet one, jumped right in and told everybody how she and Jason met online. Kristy said with a very matter of fact tone that she was planning on getting laid that night whether she ever saw him again or not.

I about spit out my drink when she said that.

Kristy went on and said, “well, he did send me a dick picture, so I wasn’t flying blind.”

That caused the room to erupt in laughter, and Alex said, “Remind me not to stand next to you at the urinal, Jason.”

Cara bunched Alex in the arm and said, “You have nothing to worry about in that department, babe.”

I was shocked, and I looked at Amy. She gave me a wink and a smile.

Sensing a lull in the party, I said, “who’s ready to eat? Why doesn’t everybody get seated, and I will bring out dinner.”

Barbara jumped up and said, “John, can I help you in the kitchen? Amy has made it clear the kitchen is the one room in the house she avoids.”

“That’s ok, Barbara, you’re a guest,” I said. Thinking, it usually takes longer to explain to someone how to help than just do it myself.

“Don’t be silly,” Barbara said as she followed me into the kitchen. I was surprised at how quickly she found her way around our kitchen. I didn’t have to explain anything to Barbara. She knew exactly how to help without having to ask, only pausing once to ask where to find a platter for the salmon.

Barbara and I brought the food out to the table, and Lisa said, “John, I saved you a spot right here, between Cara and myself.”

Smiling, I said, “this isn’t another one of your lady’s pranks, is it?”

Amy said, “Nope, my pranks are over for the night.”

“Cara and Jason, the pasta is vegetarian, and I didn’t put any cheese in it, in case you are vegan as well,” I said.

Care smiled at me with her deep blue eyes, and I melted.

“Oh John, that is so sweet of you. Thank you. You’re not only handsome, but you’re also so sweet,” Cara said.

I felt my face flush as I sat down between these two beautiful ladies.

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Ella told me I couldn’t keep a man.

Ella was right.

Shaka was the perfect boyfriend and I fucked it all up.

For three years Shaka and I’d been the perfect couple. I was managing director at my office with a corner suite and he was the head trainer at the city’s premier upscale gym. We looked great on each other’s arm and I thought he was my Prince Charming. My family loves him and his family loved me.

“Those women are all over your man at the club,” Gretchen warned me.

“Those old biddies ain’t about to turn Shaka’s head with they’re broken down asses,” Fanny argued.

“They in the gym to get their asses unbroken down!” Gretchen countered.

“True,” Fanny agreed. “But our girl Dani is holding her man down so she ain’t got shit to worry about. Right Dani?”

I don’t know how I ended up as the topic of conversation but I desperately wanted out.

“You are keeping that man fed at home?” Fanny begged.

My pause was not out of decency. These ladies had been with me since our freshmen year in college. They knew everything. Modesty hadn’t caught my tongue.

“How often are you sucking that man’s dick?” Gretchen asked with concern.

“Once a month maybe,” I said, being extremely generous.

“A month?” Fanny exclaimed for the entire restaurant to hear. “I was sucking Vance’s dick once a week and I didn’t even like his ass.”

“Oh lord,” Gretchen weighed in. “You two in counseling or something?”

“They got love,” Ella chimes in to defend me.

But I didn’t feel defendable.

“Fuck love. He ain’t complaining?” Fanny pushed. “Is he gay? Asexual? What? Because if he ain’t in one of those categories and he hasn’t been humping your leg for that once a month blowjob then he is clearly and emphatically banging some other broad.”

“Period,” Gretchen punctuated.

I had worried off and on about whether or not Shaka was cheating. I had asked if what we had was enough and he said he was okay with our sexual activity.

I knew it couldn’t have been enough.

But I couldn’t get myself to go the extra mile. I was taking him for granted and I knew it. I don’t know why I couldn’t give more. I just wasn’t interested.

For that I almost resented him. Sounds crazy but I knew he wasn’t getting the physical love he craved – he’d said it on many occasions – so I felt guilty.

And I blamed him for making me feel guilty.

That kind of dance was going to end in a bad way no matter how hard we tried.

“Would you ever fuck one of your clients?” I asked Shaka one Sunday evening while we watched television.

“Would you fuck one of yours?” he replied with an attitude. To me that was a guilty answer though he argued that he was offended that his job made him some type of male whore.

Gretchen would have agreed.

But I let it go.

He was dikmen escort clearly unhappy with the question on multiple levels. I probably should have just fucked him right there as an apologize. Instead, I simply said, “My bad.”

That’s where I was lazy.

I never thought of my pussy or my sexuality as a bargaining chip in a relationship. I wanted to have sex when I wanted to have sex. Any other time was a chore.

And Shaka knew it.

So he didn’t ask me to do anything I didn’t want to do. Even if he really wanted something he would bite his tongue and let things be. I mean, he’d ask once or twice, but he wouldn’t badger me.

I resented him for that too.

The more I thought about our lack of intimacy the more I wondered if he was actually fucking somebody else. Gretchen and Fanny couldn’t be that far off base, could they.

“Don’t let them get you twisted,” Ella told me when I asked for her to be straight with me. “Only the two of you know if your man is satisfied.”

Fuck.

I knew he wasn’t.

So, like a genius, I got carried away with the questions. I accused Shaka of being everything from gay to being a gold digger – not my finest moment considering he was making more money than me. I hounded him when he came home late. I checked his phone on more than one occasion.

I did everything but suck his dick.

So Shaka left me.

I couldn’t blame him. I had gotten out of control.

My girls had gotten into my head. For weeks I convinced myself that he must have been gay. He must have been banging one of his clients. He was guilty so he bailed.

I never once thought that I was badgering him over something I was insecure about.

Then I decided I was an idiot. I needed Shaka back. I would fuck him everyday if that’s what I had to do. I just needed to want to do it and we could be happy.

So I left my office early on a Thursday afternoon and headed to his gym. I prayed that he kept the same schedule and parked like a crazy person in front of the building.

I was ready to make a statement that was over the top, though I can’t say that I’d thought everything through.

When I walked into the gym I spotted all of the spinsters that had eyeing my meat for the last three years. I wasn’t going to let any of those old ladies defile my man.

No one was working the front desk so I looked to see if his name was on the appointment book for that day.

He was off.

But there was a big ‘E’ by his name.

“Hey Dani,” the owner said as he approached the front desk. I hadn’t seen him since Shaka and i had parted ways. “He’s not in today.”

I knew that already, but I didn’t need that look as though I had hurt one of his best instructors and friends. I already knew that. I didn’t need his judgmental friendship emek escort when I was staging my comeback.

So I smiled and said, “Okay.” Then I walked off like I owned the place.

I clearly didn’t.

So I headed to Shaka’s apartment. I was still on a mission.

And I had a fucking key. I was about to get this party started immediately. Blowjobs for everyone.

You know what I mean.

So I pulled up to Shaka’s complex ready to fight for my man no matter what cost. I pulled out the key I kept because he never asked for it.

The music in the background was my first clue to turn around and leave. There was clearly fucking going on because there was fucking music in the air.

But I decided I was there to fight for my man. So I marched forward.

I then began to see the trail of clothes from the kitchen toward the living room. This was the second sign I ignored. But I slowed my approach.

As I started to hear the familiar moan of my man, noticed that there were two pairs of panties on the floor.

Shaka clearly had some making up to do, but did he need to double the pace?

Yet, my brain nearly exploded as I peaked around the corner to find the two women giving oral pleasure to Shaka were Fanny and Gretchen. Fanny was on the floor sucking Shaka’s balls as if she had spilled chocolate sauce all over him. And Gretchen was on her knees on the couch bobbing up and down on Shaka’s shaft.

I had never done either of those acts to Shaka with the vigor and intensity that Gretchen and Fanny were delivering. They were straight out of a porn studio. They weren’t just sucking his dick and balls. They were putting on a fucking performance. I looked for a camera but this production was all for Shaka.

I never felt like less of a woman than at that moment.

Then I watched Shaka push Gretchen off of him and onto the couch. He spread her legs and pushed himself gently between her thighs. I missed that moment with Shaka. The slow grind wasn’t often, but it was beautiful every time.

Only this time, Shaka wasn’t so gentle.

The slow grind quickly turned into a jackhammer as his hips thrusted without compassion for the pussy he had to be breaking. And I assumed Gretchen’s pussy was breaking because she was screaming.

But screaming “fuck me harder, Shaka” wasn’t exactly a sign for him to stop.

Fanny stroked Shaka’s back while he was busy blowing out Gretchen’s. The smack of their thighs were deafening.

Gretchen then bucked and shook until her orgasm melted her into a sweaty messy at the end of the couch Shaka and I used to binge watch documentaries on.

That’s when Fanny pulled Shaka to the other end of the couch. She turned around and leaned over the side so he could get behind her.

Shaka was behind Fanny eryaman escort and fucking her harder than he had just fucked Gretchen. He pulled her by the hair and thrusted into her pussy like he was trying to break her in half.

“Fuck me harder, Shaka” was clearly not reserved for any one participant at this afternoon’s display.

After what was about 100 thrusts Fanny convulsed in orgasm as she nearly knocked over the lamp I bought Shaka for his birthday.

I probably gave him a blowjob, too.

And as the two women laid slain on his couch Shaka stood above them and pulled them together. Fanny and Gretchen summoned their last ounce of energy to kneel below Shaka as he stroked his shaft in their immediate direction. I couldn’t see his dick, but I saw that baby birds lean into the feeding they were about to receive.

And just as Shaka’s ass cheeks tightened the wry smiles of Gretchen and Fanny were covered in the white ropes of come that I used to avoid at all costs. I let him come on my ass and stomach, but I’d never let him come on my face. Then they had the fucking nerve to lick it off of each other’s faces.

If that’s what Shaka wanted for those three years, I was clearly underachieving.

I stayed still as the three actors laugh off to the bathroom to defunk themselves.

I quietly let myself out after I left my key by the door.

“They licked the come off of each other’s faces?” Ella asked as we sat on her couch watching a documentary on 19th century office supplies.

“Like fucking ice cream,” I answered.

“I bet it was hot though,” Ella pronounced, attempting to find a bright spot.

“I was dry as a desert,” I responded. “I just couldn’t imagine ever fucking Shaka the way Gretchen and Fanny were fucking him. They were animals and Shaka was the fucking head lion.”

“Head lion?” Ella asked.

“You know what I mean,” I quietly offered. “I just don’t think I’m going to keep a man like that. There was nothing about the fuckery that I saw that wanted to be a part of. That’s not the sex I want to have. That’s not what I think of when I want to be touched. I want to be caressed and held and rubbed and…”

At this point I realized that my wet pussy was being explored by Ella’s hand.

Our eyes stayed focused on the television as Ella methodically found my clit beneath my sweatpants.

I gulped as I realized that this was the sex that I wanted. A documentary and a soft hand.

I dared not look to my left because I didn’t want to disturb the magic that Ella was working. The efficient rub that my clit was getting was far overdue. I was glad that I’d shaved for Shaka but i don’t think Ella cared one way or another. I realized that my nipples were poking through my t-shirt because I’d discarded my bra hours before. I could feel my climax coming and I simply enjoyed it.

“Wine?” Ella asked as I sat in my own calm.

“Please,” I answered.

When Ella returned with my glass we never made eye contact. She simply handed me my glass.

“But I still like dick,” I said.

“Me, too,” Ella replied.

Then I leaned into Ella as she put her arm around me while we enjoyed our documentary.

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This is a continuation of Wild Oats – Making A Black Baby

In the morning I wobbled nude down to the bathroom and then back to bed with Reggie. He said, “Sally, let me open you up again and then let’s have breakfast.”

He used his tongue to get my wetness started and then began working his cock into me again. I had tightened up again in the last couple of hours, but soon we were moving smoothly together.

Reggie took me by the hand and we walked naked to the kitchen and ate cold cereal at the table.

Gus came into the kitchen while we were eating and said, “I guess I’m overdressed.” He pulled off his loose gym shorts and T-shirt, put them over the back of a kitchen chair and prepared a bowl of cereal for himself.

Gus is 6’5″ and thin as a rail. His partially erect member was about 9″ long and about as thick as a half dollar.

After breakfast we went back to Reggie’s room, he lay across the bed on his back and ask me to make him hard. I knelt on the bed between his legs with my back to the open door (I didn’t know it was open or what that meant). As I bent over Reggie, my ass was in the air.

I started licking and sucking on Reggie’s cock and he was slowly beginning to respond when I felt a tongue on my vagina. I started to pull up and look around, but Reggie grabbed my head and pushed more of his cock into my mouth.

The tongue on my vagina was replaced with a cock that just slid right in. cebeci escort It felt good and I began moving with it.

Reggie let go of my head and slid out from under me. “Sally, enjoy my brothers. We are all family in this house and we all share. I need to do some reading for our class and will be back a little later. Just remember, the baby is mine because my little swimmers got there first.”

I still didn’t know who was in me, but he really knew how to use his tool.

After while, we changed positions and I saw that my sex partner was Gus. He lay on his back and ask me to mount him cowgirl. I rode him for about 10 minutes and he pulled me down so I was lying on his chest. He took his hands and spread my ass cheeks while working his cock in and out of my love hole.

I felt a finger rubbing my ass hole and the dribble of some lube then the finger began moving in and out of me. The finger was replaced by two, then, apparently one from each hand, as my butt hole was being gently stretched open. After a few minutes and more lube, Gus held his cock still while another cock started working into my ass. He was gentle and, although it felt strange at first, the guys began moving together and I had an orgasm.

The orgasm relaxed my anal muscles and I began really enjoying the double penetration.

Gus began to move more urgently and as he began to swell he said, “I’m çukurambar escort going to help you make a little black baby.” With that, stream after stream of warm, thick cum shot deep into my vagina.

When Gus came, it triggered Arthur, the white guy in my ass, and he ejaculated also.

As we lay there, sandwiched together, I said, “How did you guys happen to get involved with this?”

Gus answered, “The open door is a sign that we can share. Didn’t you know that?”

“No, but I really enjoyed being loved by both of you.” “”I need to shower and then take a little rest.”

Without thinking, I left the door open when I lay across the bed naked to rest.

In the early afternoon I woke to tender stroking by a naked Rob, the other white roommate. Rob is 6’2″, nicely proportioned body, and a thick, circumcised 6″ cock. He is just about as thick as Reggie, but much shorter.

“I guess it’s only fair for you to have a turn.”

“Sally, you are so hot. I have been hoping to jump you since you first started coming over, but Reggie said we had to wait until after he had a chance to plant his seed in you. That happened last night so now, if you will have me, I want you so much.”

As a response, I gave him an open mouth, tongue involved kiss and reached down to stroke his already erect cock.

Rob began to love me orally while exploring my breasts, demetevler escort and their erect nipples, with his big basketball hands and fingers.

He was really good in the oral department and gently explored my vaginal folds before nibbling and tongue flicking my clit.

I moved my legs apart as wide as I could to give him access and he just kept on and kept on. He removed one hand from my breast and began exploring my vaginal opening. I had flowered for him and he was nearly fisting me.

“I think I’m ready for you.”

He positioned his cock and gently entered me. It wasn’t long before we were moving together in a classic love dance. Rob hadn’t cum yet, so his staying power wasn’t great. He lasted about 10 minutes before he said, “I’m cuming.”

I massaged his balls as he came and I think he enjoyed it as much as I did. We remained locked together for about 10 minutes. I said I needed a shower and again wobbled down the hall with cum flowing down my legs.

This time I closed the door as I napped naked on Reggie’s bed. He woke me about 6 and said that they had ordered pizza and it should be delivered soon.

I visited the bathroom and ambled out to the living room still nude. The four guys were nude also as we waited for the delivery. It was decided that I would give the delivery guy a thrill by answering the door to receive the pizza.

We all had a good laugh from his response and then sat on the floor Indian style to enjoy our dinner.

It was still early, but Reggie and I retired to his room for some closed door love making.

I made love with all four of the guys again on Sunday morning and was ready for some deep, alone sleep.

Reggie took me back to my dorm early Sunday afternoon in the clothes I had worn for our date Friday evening.

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