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A series of stories about the pleasures of youth and the fun had during those glory years….

Story One – Elegantly Wasted

Toby had been one of the first guys I met when my family moved to Colorado. We had both gone out for and joined the football team my first year of school. He’d been just like one of the other guys.

I think it’s safe to say that I liked him immediately. And our friendship had started from the first day of football practice.

But now Toby was different.

It had started with little things.

But even though Toby had become one of those guys who is mostly a loner, and who quickly gets pushed to the social fringes because of his eccentricities, we remained close friends throughout school, much to the surprise of everyone else.

The guys called him a stoner.

He stood out from the day to day surroundings of the backcountry. A person who looked like he would be a better fit in New York or Los Angeles. He dyed his blond hair blue.

Then there were the other whispers. You see the hair was only part of it. Toby didn’t act like his fellow teammates. He smoked cigarettes like a chimneystack. He skipped out on classes to smoke pot. His regular friends weren’t the other jocks on the team. He ran with the leather jacket wearing, dangerous looking crowd most people would ordinarily call bad elements. The girls he was seen with frequently were the kind that most people in polite society would call trash, along with the staple Goth chicks in leather.

The guys called him a fag.

But never to his face. Toby did not overtly act gay. Not that he acted like a straight jock either. He had his own signature style. He was a great football player, and that would have saved his rep with most of the guys anyway. But, frankly, some of the guys were nervous around him, because of the whispers. Even though everyone had seen him macking on girls at the football parties he did go to. Most girls I knew found him alluring. He was certainly handsome. And he was rugged and built from hours spent in the gym.

Toby was a heartbreaker.

It was like he lived some kind of weird, schizophrenic double lifestyle. Sometimes I wished that I had the courage to act so carefree. In reality, I knew that Toby and I might be friends, but I was far too constrained by my own social circle to live with such outward abandon.

I lived the life of the typical jock.

The Proposition

All this was running through my mind as I watched Toby walk up the other side of the street with a Latino girl on his arm. She was a rough looking character, and she was snapping her bubble gum and wearing his leather jacket. Toby rarely wore the letterman’s jacket he got because of his position on the varsity squad. His outfit today consisted of a ripped up sleeveless shirt and leather pants. It never surprised me the kind of shit I would see him dressed in. As it had no sleeves, I noticed that he’d gotten a new tattoo of a dragon curled around his left bicep.

It looked pretty cool.

I was coming out of a store with some supplies that I’d picked up when Toby noticed me looking in his direction. He gave me a friendly little wave, and patted his girl on the ass, sending her into coffee shop with an open mouthed French kiss in front of God and everybody. Once he’d sent her inside he jogged over to where I was standing by my bike.

“Marc, my man,” he asked, all shit-eating grin, “How’s it goin?”

“Not too bad,” I said, giving his proffered hand a manly shake, “Who’s the girl?”

“Just some bitch I met,” he said, dismissively, “She puts out, man, that’s all I care about.”

“Yeah, well,” I said grinning at him, “What more do you want?”

“That’s just my point,” he said, guardedly, “I need to ask a favor, dude, and I knew you were the man to talk to.”

“Oh?” I inquired, “What can I do for you?”

“I met this girl over in Fort Collins.”

He paused then. It seemed like he wanted to say more, but he looked oddly shy for a second, and then looked away up the street.

“Tell me more, man,” I said, encouragingly, “Don’t leave me in suspense.”

“Well,” he said, slowly collecting his wits, “She’s looking for a guy for her friend.”

“Dude,” I asked him, “Are we talking doubles here? As in date?”

“Something like that,” he said nodding, and then leaning towards me conspiratorially he put his hand on my shoulder and said, “These bitches only come in pairs. Can’t have one without the other and all that bullshit. Man, they want to try a foursome and I thought maybe you’d be the man to help us out.”

“At the same time?” I asked lasciviously, “Don’t worry, man. I’ve got your back. That’s awesome.”

He looked, well, a little relieved, like a guy who’s nervous about something, but still figured he knew what the outcome would be.

“Christ, bro,” I said, “I’m always up for that kind of shit.”

“Well you and I’ve been friends for a while,” he said, hitting me on etiler escort the arm, “But not everyone’s into that kind of shit. I figured you’d be the man.”

“Yeah, I’m all over that,” I said enthusiastically, “Happy to help a brutha out. What’re we talking about?”

“Oh, they’re hot man, they’re….”

Toby started to give me the details, but a shout from his little Latin mama across the street brought him back to reality.

“Duty calls,” he said shrugging, “Look. I’ll call you in a couple days. Tell you all about it. So keep Friday night open man, okay?”

I nodded and with that he was off and back to the side of his woman. But, good as his word, he did call me up later and told me he’d gotten all the details taken care of. My date was to be a surprise, but he stressed that I wouldn’t be disappointed. I was also to pick up a box of condoms for us for the evening. We agreed that we’d all meet up with the girls at one of the bars in Fort Collins that Friday night. Simple as pie.

The Bar

The air in room was thick and smoky.

I took a drag off my cigarette and then casually ashed it into the tacky green plastic ashtray that sat on the bar. I took a swig from my Corona at the same time.

I glanced around at the other bar patrons. Most of them were huddled around in small groups shooting the shit or trying to pick up women. There were also plenty of folks out on the dance floor, stomping around or slow dancing as the tempo of the music changed from time to time. It was country music mostly. The kind of stuff that I rarely ever listened to unless I was in a place like this.

We were all dressed pretty much the same, it being a sweltering night. I had on one of those muscle tank top shirts. I knew it showed off my upper body to its best advantage and called attention to my painted on jeans. Capping off my ensemble, such as it was, was my favorite black Stetson hat. Never got laid without it. Or at least I didn’t used to back then.

The rest of the patrons were dressed much the same as myself, more or less. The women sought either to show off or to keep as cool as they possibly could. The men had much the same motives. The only one who’d shown up dressed any differently was Toby. He was dressed pretty much the same as everyone else, but he’d left off the hat and decided to go leather jacket cool instead.

My date was saying something to Toby, and that drew my attention back to the matter at hand.

Toby had been right, not that I’d ever doubted him for a moment. My date was a hot number. I love hot women. Especially when they have nice big tits hanging down in front of them like Marissa’s did that night. Marissa was blonde. Very blonde, if you take my meaning. With all the baggage that phrase implies. So was her friend Viviane, Toby’s date. But she was smoking fine. All tight curves. Luscious round ass and legs that never stopped.

I don’t know what Toby had been thinking. Probably the same thing he’d been thinking with. His taste in women was very broad, but I always thought he, like me, steered more towards brunettes than blondes. Maybe he’d thought I’d like these two. Who knows? When all was said and done, they had tits and a pussy each, so I was satisfied. Besides it wasn’t every day of the week you had the opportunity to fuck someone who looked like they could make a living in porn.

The bubble gum twins had met us here about a half hour before. Aside from making me horny as hell, there wasn’t much else to them. The conversation had me bored out of my mind within three minutes flat. As often as I’d heard dumb blonde jokes, I guess until now I’d figured that it was some sort of unfair stereotype. But then again I guess it wouldn’t be a stereotype if it didn’t have some grain of truth somewhere. These two fit the bill perfectly.

Finally after a couple beers Marissa said the first meaningful thing to come out of her mouth that evening.

“So are you guys gonna fuck us or what?”

I glanced up coolly up at the titty sisters and thought to myself that fucking them was about all they were probably good for. But instead of verbalizing that thought I put on my most handsome grin and said, “Darlin that sounds like a good plan to me. Toby, my man, what do you say?”

Toby smiled equally charmingly at both Viv and Marissa, giving each one his full attention in turn.

I thought the look in his eyes was more that of a predator running down his prey, but then he said most encouragingly, “Well ladies, I’ve paid cash for a hotel room that’s just going to waste. Why don’t we go fuck until we can’t stand up anymore?”

The girls giggled like virgins at a rodeo, their DD cup tits bouncing up and down in those too tight shirts like little metronomes. I found it quite hypnotic.

“Come on then,” said Toby, with a slight nod of his head.

And then he was off towards the door. The girls smiled at one another as if sharing a secret and followed where eskort istanbul he led. That left me the odd one out still at the bar. I slammed back the rest of my beer and put a few bills down on the counter to cover the last round of drinks.

We were hurried with carnal anticipation. Although the ride to the motel was pretty short all things considered, being only slightly further down the interstate than where we had just met up. The girls had driven to the bar in their own vehicle, while Toby had taken a truck, which I’m sure he borrowed from his dad. I’d hitched a ride with him. To be fair, I rode in the jeep with Marissa following Toby and Viv in his truck. In twenty short minutes we were all standing outside Room 314 of the local Motel 6. The parking lot had all of the usual suspects: truckers and folks passing through looking for a place to stay, and of course those people like us four who were just looking for a secluded spot to have a good time. The overall lack of vehicles in the lot seemed to indicate that most of the place was empty.

Which was fine by me.

Room 314

The nice thing about this motel, I thought to myself, as I casually leaned against the wall, one arm around Marissa’s shoulders, was that you could go directly to your room without having to run into anyone else. It was the ideal locale to get laid in.

Toby got the door key to work after the second try and we all tumbled in.

The room was a typical double on the first floor. Two queen size beds stood against one wall and there were the other usual assorted amenities of dressers, bedside tables, a shitty little television with HBO, and the like. Toby and I had been here earlier. A bottle of cheap champagne was chilling on the dresser, next to the box of condoms I’d purchased that afternoon, keeping company with some pot and a pipe that lay on the bedside table closest to the bathroom.

The piece of shit room didn’t have any air conditioning I noticed. A ceiling fan was going round and round above our heads. Toby smiled and opened up a sliding glass door in the back of the room that looked like it opened up onto a small patio. There were bushes and shit between what looked like a pool area and our room, so you couldn’t quite see into the room from the pool.

Viv was the one to speak up first, “Great, there’s a pool. Is there a hot tub?”

“Just like the sign says out front, baby,” quipped Toby, taking off his leather jacket and tank top, leaving his chest bare, “We’ve got everything here.”

I got distracted when the girls giggled as they caught sight of the tattoo on Toby’s bare back for the first time. He had a giant colorful oriental dragon curled into a spiral over the right shoulder blade. He walked over to where the pipe was located and smiled at us.

“Anyone want some?” he smiled at us as he said it, sitting on the edge of the bed.

The girls giggled again, which was getting a little annoying by this point, but since they were cute and fuckable, I forgave them. Each moved nearer Toby, one sitting on either side, sort of hanging on him.

I sat down on the other bed across from Toby. He took a hit from the pipe and then passed it to Viv, who did the same and passed it to Marissa. I got my turn last. The weed hit me pretty strong at first, since I wasn’t all that used to it.

But it gave me a nice mellow feeling.

Toby just ignored everything, and took another hit when I offered the pipe back to him. When he was finished he reached one hand up to grab onto Viv’s right tit. Maybe she was starting to feel the effects of the pot or maybe she was just naturally a slut, after all she had come here to get royally fucked, but she responded by kissing him back with a passion that bordered on obscene. Which was perfect to me. Their tongues danced into each other’s mouths. The pipe was quickly passed back over to Marissa, who made good use of it. Toby and Viv, oblivious to the rest of us in the room, just started going at. He leaned her way so that he pushed her down onto the bed until he was resting on his elbows on top of her.

The stifling heat of the room was somewhat abated by the cooler evening breeze coming in from the open sliding glass doors. I decided to slip out of my shirt, what little of it there was, in order to take the most advantage I could from the cooler air. I leaned back onto the bed when I was finished and looked over at Marissa, who until now had been ignoring my presence. Toby was otherwise engrossed in getting off Viv’s top as quickly as possible.

Marissa was a piece of art, I decided.

She had no brains to speak of, but those fucking big tits really were perfect. Her sleeveless shirt had ridden up enough by this point to expose her smooth tight stomach. And as she sat on the end of that bed across from me, she crossed her legs. Undoubtedly her best feature. Long and lean, shaved smooth.

As I leaned there, with my mind considering all of the amusing possibilities of escort levent such a body, I grew harder against the front of my jeans. When I started rubbing my crotch Marissa finally took a last drag from the pipe and got up and set it down on top of the dresser. She then looked over at me lounging across the bed and smiled.

I smiled back, knowing what was coming.

She walked over to me and peeled off her tight shirt. She was braless and those gorgeous mounds spilled down in front of her, each still young enough and firm enough that they had a youthful bounce that kept them up near her chest. Each breast sported a round rosy nipple. Big, but not so large as to overpower the milky whiteness of skin.

Behind her Toby had begun to undo Viv’s shorts and pulled them off to reveal a beautiful shaven pussy, its lips pink and swollen in anticipation.

Marissa, smartly, came up between the beds and got down onto her knees in front of me. She undid my belt buckle and began to slide off my tight jeans. The bulge of my johnson was obvious. Once she’d slipped the jeans to my knees, she pulled down my tented boxers too, determined to get at her prize underneath.

I never know what a woman is going to say or do when she first sees my cock in its glory. Usually there is a moment of pleasure or panic, or both. Sometimes it’s just good old fashioned satisfaction. Marissa’s eyes got larger as she took in the half hard log before her. I could feel my little man harden further as she stared, apparently never having seen a man as big as myself, although she was undoubtedly not a virgin.

“Hot damn!” she exclaimed.

Smirking at her, I asked, “So, darlin are you gonna use it or do I need to give you an instruction manual?”

“I’m no virgin you know,” she responded tartly, “I can handle it.”

Toby lifted his head up from Viv’s pussy lips for a moment to look at us. His eyes drifted from my face, down my muscular torso until he reached my dick. Then he hesitated for a moment, his eyes growing ever so imperceptibly. Then he grinned slowly. It was like he was checking out my equipment. He may have seen me in the showers plenty times before, but he’d never seen me at full staff. Neither of us were the kind who popped a boner in the locker room.

His eyes met mine again as he smirked at me, but he didn’t dwell long, turning his attention back to his business.

Marissa meanwhile had definitely decided she could handle me, if there’d been any doubt in the first place. She took her hands and started working my shaft, while she used her tongue to lick my balls. Then she proceeded to give me the best blowjob she knew how to do, working my shaft, sucking on the tip, sliding as much of me down her throat as she could manage. The girl knew her stuff. I suppose she’d spent plenty sweaty nights with boys in cars and seedy motel rooms like this one. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of her warm wet tongue on my nether regions, feeling the sweep of her long blonde hair as it brushed against my thighs and six-pack.

I heard someone getting up off a bed and then Toby asked me in a voice gruff from exertion, “Marc, where’d I put the raincoats again?”

It took me a second before I could find the words, “Over on the dresser.”

That was indeed where we’d left the box of condoms. I didn’t know how often Toby or I was going to cum, but I always figured I’d get plenty of use out of the leftovers, and it was cheaper to buy them in bulk.

I looked at the bed past Marissa’s head as she worked her way around my cock. Viv was laying there, now completely naked, stretched back across it luxuriously. She had a better body than Marissa, no doubt about it. Somehow it was more shapely and more proportioned, whereas Marissa was more voluptuous and a little shorter, stockier. Not that there was much difference between the two otherwise.

Toby had stripped off his boots, jeans and boxers. A rattlesnake adorned his right ass cheek. He’d found the condoms and unwrapped one of the extra pleasure ribbed and lubricated ones with his teeth. I got a good view of his extended equipment when he turned towards Viv to put it on. He was a respectably good-sized boy, surprisingly larger than average, but no where near my league.

In a hurry to get to her pussy, he stroked himself as he slipped the rubber down his shaft.

Fully protected, Toby climbed onto the bed near Viv. He turned her over so that she was on her knees; her ass stuck up, waving in the air. Using the flat of his hand, he first gave her a light slap across the backside, teasingly, and then used the fingers of both hands to massage and prep her ass and the pussy hole he’d just freshly sucked. She looked back in his direction, longingly, begging to be fucked. He pulled apart her cheeks exposing her pussy to his hungry cock and positioned himself at her hole. He only pressed the shaft against her, but didn’t go any further.

She moaned with his touch, waiting, looking back at him again with that look that said so much. Then with aching slowness he entered her. When he was buried inside, he took his hands and placed them on her hips to guide her. Slowly he moved back and forth inside her, releasing her hips once she had gotten into a rhythm of fucking him back.

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When the two couples met outside the restaurant, they exchanged embraces in the chilly night air as they usually did. But when John pulled Cara close, he whispered into her ear, “Good evening. You look delicious.”

Cara was surprised – and intrigued by the remark. She and Vince had speculated about John’s interest in her. They agreed that he was a flirt and suspected he wanted to do much more. Laura was also a flirt. Could they both be interested in more than just a night on the town with another good-looking couple?

. . . . .

After dinner, the couples rushed to the theatre just in time for the ballet. Vince entered the row first, followed by Cara. John sat next to her rather than let the girls sit side by side.

The lights dimmed and the performance began. Cara could feel the warmth of the wine from dinner. She felt just on the edge of tipsy – a nice buzz.

Several minutes into the performance, John’s hand slid off the arm rest and landed on Cara’s thigh. It was clearly no accident. Before he could retrieve it, Cara placed her hand on top to reassure him. She glanced at him and smiled seductively, then returned to watching the dancers.

She imagined him sliding his hand under her skirt, stroking her creLaura white thigh, brushing his strong fingers over her skimpy black panties. She was soaking wet. And that wasn’t her imagination.

At intermission, Cara announced she needed to get some cough drops from the car. Laura and Vince headed to the lobby for a drink. John excused himself and headed to the bathroom. Instead, he followed Cara to the stairwell.

“You go first so I can enjoy the view,” he said. She added a little more swing to her walk as she climbed the stairs. At the top, John pressed her against the wall and kissed her deeply. She grabbed his right hand and guided it between her legs.

Cara propped her left leg against the wall, balancing on her right, and hiked up her skirt. John quickly responded and slipped his hand underneath. He pulled aside her panties and began stroking her tender clit. She was already near the edge from the tension.

He thrust two fingers in to her dripping pussy with such deftness, she knew he was a Cassanova. His strokes pushed her ass against the cold concrete wall, but she was so hot that she barely noticed. It took just a few strokes to bring her off. She buried her face into his shoulder and let out a moan.

She had barely finished the last wave of her orgasm when she glanced at her watch. Intermission! Cara and John raced down the steps and headed for the theatre door. The performance had already begun, but the old lady at the door couldn’t resist John’s smile and twinkling eyes and let them in.

Vince and Laura were sitting watching the performance. Cara glanced in their direction and then back at the dancers. She thought she saw a knowing smile on their faces, but she couldn’t be sure.

. . . . . . . . . . .

During intermission, Vince brought Laura a glass of cabernet as she stared at a painting in the lobby. “Oh, thank you,” she said. “Should I get one for John?” he asked. “No, I’m sure he’s helping your wife,” she said with a curious smile.

Vince looked in her eyes. “What kind of help?” he asked. She studied him, making sure she was on the right track. “You know, the kind of help that we women need sometimes,” she said, lifting her glass to her lips and taking a sip.

“Do you need any help?” he asked. She stepped closer and whispered in his ear, “When we get back to our place, I’m hoping you will put this to good use.” Her bağcılar escort left hand brushed the front of his trousers.

. . . . . .

As the performance reached the climax, Laura turned and whispered something in John’s ear. They both smiled at each other and returned their eyes to the stage. Vince and Cara, now separated by their friends, stole knowing glances at each other and counted the minutes until the end of the ballet.

As the crowd rose to their feet, the two couples gathered themselves and headed for the door. “You remember how to get to our house?” Laura asked. “We’ll follow your lead,” Vince responded.

Once inside their cars, the couples dropped the public protocol. “So, we were right?” Vince asked. “Absolutely!” Cara replied. “He couldn’t keep his hands off me. What about Laura?”

“She’s no innocent bystander,” Vince said. “What do you mean?” Cara said. “Well, she basically invited me to fuck her when we get to their house,” he said.

Vince followed closely behind their car all the way to the house. They exchanged few words. Both knew they were in for more than a night cap.

. . . . . .

At John and Laura’s house, the couples quickly shed their coats. John led Vince to the bar while Laura and Cara headed to the kitchen.

“Bourbon?” John asked. “Yes. Rocks and very little water,” Vince replied. “You like a stiff drink, eh?” John said. “Stiff is good,” Vince said with a laugh.

The girls were serving up cheesecake in the kitchen when the boys arrived with drinks. It was clear that Laura and Cara had been talking about more than just child-rearing stories. “What are you two up to?” John asked.

“We were just talking about that rich guy and his young blonde escort” Laura replied. “We’re pretty sure that she’s a professional if you know what I mean.”

“What do you mean?” said Vince, in his best innocent voice.

The girls laughed. “She’s an escort,” Cara answered. “You know, a hooker.”

“You think?” said John. “What makes you think that.”

“Come on, John,” Laura said. “She’s gorgeous and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. It’s not his little sister.”

“Well, you’re both gorgeous and we have trouble keeping our hands off you,” John said. “That doesn’t make you hookers.”

“True,” Cara said. “But we could be if we wanted.”

They all laughed and returned to eating and drinking. Then it became quiet. It was the 7-minute lull.

“Would you ever want to?” Vince asked. “Want to what?” Cara said. “You know, be a hooker – I mean, have sex with someone for money?”

“Of course not,” Cara said. Laura agreed.

“What about if it was someone you were attracted to? What if they paid you a lot of money?” Vince said, upping the ante.

“If I was really attracted to someone, they wouldn’t have to pay,” Cara answered. “Absolutely!” said Laura. “That’s what marriage is for.”

They all laughed again.

“So if you were attracted to some guy and he asked you, you would have sex with him?” John quizzed Laura. “Well, yes,” she replied. “Only if you agreed it was OK.”

“What about you, Cara?” John asked. “Would you have sex with some handsome man that asked you nicely without any offer of compensation?”

Cara looked at Vince. It was the opening they had been looking for “Sure. Vince and I are open to having sex with other people. We just have to find the right ones.”

Time stood still for a few seconds. Then Laura broke the silence. “Maybe you have,” she said.

. . . . .

John bayan escortlar took Cara’s fork out of her hand and placed it on the counter. He kissed her and began stroking her back.

Laura walked over to Vince and began kissing his neck.

John and Laura led their newfound friends to the living room and sat them on the couch. John began unbuttoning Laura’s blouse as she tugged at his belt. Soon they had stripped each other of all but their underwear. Vince and Cara had been rubbing each other through their clothing as they watched the show.

John grabbed Cara by the hand and pulled her to her feet. He peeled off her blouse, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. He ran his right hand over her ass, now covered only by a lacy black tanga. He pulled her left breast from the cup of her bra and began tonguing her nibble.

John gently led Cara to the large armchair on the other side of the room. He sat her down and dropped to his knees. In turn, he lifted each of her legs to the arms of the chair, spreading her wet pussy wide. He reached under her asscheeks and pulled her to the edge of the cushion. Then he buried his face in her pink folds, darting his tongue over her clit and shoving it into her vagina. Cara ran her fingers through his hair, guiding him as he continued pleasuring her.

Cara glanced over at the couch. Vince was lying naked on his back as Laura knelt on the floor. As she bobbed up and down on his cock, Vince reached out to stroke her asscheeks. She was playfully just out of reach. Cara watched as Laura dipped her fingers in her wet pussy and then placed them on Vince’s lips. He sucked each of her fingers as if they were covered in chocolate syrup.

Cara was nearing a climax. “I need your cock,” she told John. He stood up, pulled Cara to her feet, turned her around facing the chair and gently guided her to a kneeling position on the cushion. As he guided his hard cock into her pussy from behind, Cara grabbed instinctively for the back of the chair. She held on tight as John’s rhythm increased. She could feel his balls slapping against her labia. She felt his muscular hands on her curvaceous ass.

John continued to pound away as Cara came and came again. His stamina was impressive. She had to wonder whether he had already fucked Laura earlier that day.

. . . . . .

Cara turned around and sat in the chair. With John still standing, she began sucking his slick cock. She pulled him to her, her fingernails stroking his asscheeks. She increased her rhythm up and down on his member, perhaps subconsciously trying to match Laura’s pace on her husband’s cock that she had watched moments ago.

John responded to her enthusiasm by placing his hands on her head. He was fucking her mouth now. And she could feel his balls contracting. Soon she felt the hot cum gushing into her mouth. It wasn’t overwhelming so she let it trickle down her throat. Undoubtedly, this was not the first time he had come today.

As Cara leaned back in the chair to recover, she saw he husband laying on the floor. Laura was squatted over his face, facing his cock. From the look on Laura’s face, Vince was doing a good job. No surprise. Cara knew her husband was a great pussy licker, perhaps not the best ever, but a talented tongue especially when he was in a submissive position.

Laura was teasing Vince’s cock to encourage him. She dragged her nails along his rigid pole and grabbed at his balls. Every few minutes she would drop her mouth to the head and suck hard.

Laura noticed Cara watching and winked. beyoğlu escort She curled her finger to motion her to come over. Cara got the picture. She strode over and straddled her husband. Laura held Vince’s cock at an angle and guided it into Cara’s well-fucked pussy. “MMMMM. Oh,YES!” Vince said, briefly lowering his face from Laura’s snatch to look through at his wife’s pussy sliding on his cock.

“You better not come or I’ll make you lick her clean,” Laura said. How could she know? Had Cara been sharing secrets? Of course, the threat excited everyone more. Laura soon came under Vince’s tongue flicking and Cara came from the lewdness of it all. In seconds, Vince was spurting into Cara’s pussy.

Laura climbed off and sat in the chair. Cara started to her feet but Laura interjected. “Don’t forget to lick her clean. I’m sure John’s planning to fuck her again and he won’t need that much lube.”

Cara and Vince did as they were told. Cara slid her sticky pussy onto her husband’s face. She reached for a pillow to prop under his head. John handed her the pillow that was just out of reach. When she took the pillow from him, Cara noticed John’s cock was beginning to come back to life.

“Let me help you with that,” Cara said, grabbing his cock and pulling him to her. Vince looked up and saw his wife lower her face to John’s cock. John’s feet were planted beside Vince’s head and his cock was swirling around his wife’s face.

The sight of the two men servicing Cara was turning Laura on again. She reached into her purse, pulled out a mini vibrator and pressed it to her clit. Her fingers formed an upside-down V as she spread her labia to expose her swollen bud. She directed the vibrator and transfixed on the sex scene she was watching. Her husband was teasing Cara’s mouth as she rubbed her pussy into Vince’s face.

“Why don’t you guys fuck her at the same time?” Laura suggested. “I want to watch you fuck her hard, honey.”

. . . . .

John pulled Cara to her feet and led her to the bedroom down the hall. Laura grabbed Vince by the hand and led him along.

John laid Cara on the bed side to side and climbed between her legs. He grabbed her ankles and spread her into a V as Cara guided his cock into her pussy. As John thrust into her, he moved her body and pushed her head off the edge. When Cara opened her eyes, she could see her husband’s cock taking aim at her mouth. She watched as a woman’s hand reached around, grabbed the cock and guided it into Cara’s mouth.

Cara was being fucked by three people now. John was pounding into her well-exposed pussy while Laura guided and directed a thorough face-fucking. Cara had never imagined that being at the center of attention could feel so great.

The intensity couldn’t last much longer. Cara was becoming light-headed as the blood drained away. She could feel another orgasm building between her legs, but she couldn’t moan because her mouth was full of cock and her head was being held firm by Laura’s hands.

Vince’s balls tensed and she once again felt the salty-sweet taste of semen on the back of her tongue. “Make her come,” Laura said, encouraging her husband who was sweating from the intensity of the fray.

John reached down and grabbed Cara by the hips and slid her back onto the bed. She put her legs on his shoulders as he stiffened his body. Responding to his wife’s order, he began pounding with great determination into Cara’s pussy. She could feel her umpteenth orgasm building as she looked into his twinkling eyes. His hand reached for hers as he pinned her to the bed.

“Do her! Make her come!” Laura demanded. It was enough to send both of them over the edge. John collapsed on top of her, pressing his sweaty chest to her bosom and nestling his head in the crook of her neck.

Cara whispered into John’s ear, “Good evening indeed.”

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“I don’t think I can do this,” said Chloe as she stared at the house through the passenger side window. She was so nervous, she could hear her heart pulsing in her ear drums.

“Are you kidding?” exclaimed Rick, so excited he bumped the car horn with the side of his hand, releasing a short, sharp honk. “We planned this for three months!”

“I know! I’m just really fucking nervous. I don’t even know these people…”

“You know Bill. And me and Dorado know each other from the gym. I wouldn’t be on board with this if I didn’t believe you were safe.” Rick cupped Chloe’s hand. They were both vulpine, Chloe red and Rick gray.

“That’s not what I’m worried about. What if, what if they don’t see me as a girl? I can’t go through with that humiliation.” The seeds of tears threatened at the corners of Chloe’s eyes like tiny diamonds. At this point, the men were standing in the doorway of the house wondering what the car horn was about. Rick waved to them and held up a single finger for one moment.

“If you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to do this. I don’t want you feeling like you’re forced to be here. Give me the word and we’ll drive home and watch eighties action movies all night.” Rick squeezed her hand and smiled to let her know everything was okay.

“No. I want to do this so fucking bad. Just give me a minute.” Chloe took a deep breath and lifted the flats of her hands to her chest then gestured as she exhaled.

“You ready, baby girl? I bet everyone’s excited to meet you.” Rick squeezed her thigh and gave it a shake.

“How do I look?” Chloe fluttered her eyelashes and pouted her lips.

“You look like I want to slam you against the hood of the car and turn you into a pocket pussy.”

Chloe cupped her face as warmth flooded her cheeks. Her relationship with Rick had started tenuous. She assumed their friends had set them up because they were both foxes which felt a little racist. They didn’t have anything in common at first. Rick and Chloe had completely different tastes in food and movies, and could never agree on date locations. Chloe had been on the verge of ending their relationship early when Rick made a bold comment about the color of her panties. She loved to dress trashy with the hips of her underwear sticking out above the waist of her skirt. Rick had been bold enough to comment out loud about them and how they would look better on the restaurant floor. She had called his bluff, sliding them off and tossing them in his lap under the table.

It was a bold way to tease a new guy, but Rick was game. He knocked on the table to direct her to look under. When she did, she say her panties wrapped around his beautiful, vulpine cock. They forged their passion in the bedroom, and over two years they built something which could be called a meaningful, long-term relationship.

As they walked to the front door, Rick snuck a hand under her skirt and gave her plump butt a squeeze. It was the little things that kept their relationship exciting. Chloe giggled and slapped his hand away, then smoothed the pleats of her skirt out before Rick knocked twice and entered. Inside, the home was comfortably appointed with relaxing synthwave music playing from a stereo. Everyone smiled when they entered. Altogether there was Dorado, a handsome stallion who stood almost seven feet tall and worked out with Rick. Their mutual friend Bill was there—a gray and white husky who had had a hand in setting the two of them up as well as facilitating this amorous evening.

On the couch together were Rowel from Rick’s work and Rowel’s girlfriend, Jenny who Chloe had never met. Rowel was a scruffy, gray hound, but his girlfriend was a snow-white bunny whose ears hung nervously. She looked to be about as nervous Chloe was.

“I’m so glad you two could make it,” said Dorado, setting his drink down to give Rick and Chloe powerful hugs. Chloe felt intensely feminine being squeezed by him. She was tall for a vulpine, especially a female vulpine, but Dorado easily dwarfed her by a foot. She was only an inch shorter than Rick, but he made her feel feminine in so many other ways.

“Can I get you two anything? Food? Drinks?” Dorado asked.

“I could really use a glass of wine,” confessed Chloe as she rubbed her arm nervously.

“Sure—”

“Babe, you can’t get drunk, remember? No one can. You have to be sober for the whole thing,” Rick cut Dorado off.

“What if I just make you a spritzer instead? Has less alcohol than a beer,” Dorado countered.

“That sounds great, thank you,” said Chloe as they moved to socialize.

“Hey guys!” Bill shouted as Dorado went to the kitchen to make Chloe’s drink. The party was really more of a gathering with only the six of them in the living room. Chloe had known Bill since high school, since before she transitioned even. They had never dated, but now he would be involved in one of the most intense nights of her life if everything went well. It would certainly be an interesting experience to suck and fuck one of her old friends.

“Hey, Billy,” the mecidiyeköy escort couple said together then began to elbow each other at the embarrassing synchronization they had taken on.

“Let me introduce you to Rowel and Jenny the other girl,” said Bill as he took Chloe’s hand and led her to the couch.

“No shit, she’s the other girl,” Chloe said under her breath.

“Rowel and Jenny, this is Chloe and Rick,” said Bill.

“I know. I’ve worked with Rick for three years,” said Rowel who put his arm around Jenny.

“Yeah, I’ve met Rick like five times,” Jenny added, her ears seeming to perk up at how dumb Bill was being. “Hey, didn’t we meet at the dinner at the hotel last year?”

“Oh for Rick’s work?” said Chloe. “I actually think we did. I got a little sloppy that night. It was so boring.”

Jenny giggled and covered her mouth. Chloe was in awe of her femininity. She was wearing white lingerie with a veil that made it look like she had just gotten married. It was a bold choice, but Chloe loved the idea they were all here to ruin her right after her wedding. She had lovely curves and big copper eyes which seemed to seduce you if you stared too long.

“It was!” Jenny declared. “I got drunk too and passed out in the car. It was over four hours long!”

“Hey,” Rick chimed in, “It was a software developers conference. Wasn’t supposed to be exciting.”

Rowell chuckled at his comment.

“Here,” Dorado appeared by Chloe’s side and handed her a golden drink in a tall, frosty glass. “Sprite and moscato. Tastes like ambrosia.”

Chloe thanked him and sipped her beverage. It truly was delicious, sweet and fruity with just the right amount of carbonation.

“So…how do we start this?” said Bill, wringing his hands together.

“Well, first the nerds leave then the rest of us take off our clothes,” Chloe countered. Rick roared with laughter and the rest had a chuckle to themselves. Bill hid his hands behind his back nervously.

“Seriously, though,” Chloe continued, “I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m super nervous.”

“I mean, if there’s anything I can do…you’re a guest in my house. I want you to feel comfortable,” said Dorado.

“I would actually love if I could sit in your lap.” Chloe grinned. Dorado hesitated until he realized she was serious then took the easy chair next to the couch and patted his knee. Chloe made a face at Rick and sat in Dorado’s lap. She sat in Rick’s lap all the time at home, but sitting in Dorado’s lap made her feel like a little girl sitting in daddy’s lap.

“You real comfortable there?” Rick teased and took a kitchen chair that was set out in the living room.

“Looks super comfy,” said Jenny playfully, “so really, how do we start this thing?”

Everyone looked at Bill.

“How the fuck would I know?” he exclaimed with everyone’s eyes on him.

“You set everything up. We kind of assumed you’ve done this before,” said Rick.

“Oh, I don’t know if Rick told you, but I’m trans too,” said Jenny, looking at Chloe. Chloe was taken aback a moment then smiled.

“Cool. You must be on HRT right? You look so sexy,” said Chloe as she squirmed her soft butt in Dorado’s lap. She felt something large stir under her cheeks.

“Five years this October,” said Jenny.

“I started a little over two years ago. Best decision I ever made.”

Rick nodded his agreement with Chloe who had been miserable before starting hormones.

“Is it alright if I…” Dorado started, more nervous than he was letting on.

“Oh? Just go for it. I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable,” said Chloe, nuzzling her snout into his powerful neck.

“Okay, just remember, the safeword is ‘gingivitis’,” said Rick, making Bill and the girls laugh out loud while Rowell and Dorado chuckled.

“Babe, that is the stupidest safeword ever,” said Chloe playfully.

“Maybe so,” said Rick, pulling up his chair to watch her and Dorado.

“Uh…what should I be doing?” said Bill. Jenny patted the couch cushion, inviting Bill to join her. Dorado lifted the hem of Chloe’s skirt, revealing a wet bulge in her pink panties.

“Can I touch you?” asked Dorado as he ran his powerful hand through her hair.

“Yeah, you don’t have to ask. Just explore my body,” whisper Chloe as she kissed his ear. Dorado pulled the waist of her panties, letting her little cock bounce free. Her cock was pink like raw chicken, secured in a furry white sheath.

“I love her little cock,” said Rick, smiling at his girlfriend.

“You don’t hate it?” asked Dorado as he nuzzled Chloe back.

“No. I feel like I can be feminine and still have a cock. I never actually felt that way before Rick.” She smiled lovingly at her boyfriend.

“Love you too, baby girl.”

Dorado’s large hand pinched Chloe’s sheath and masturbated her vulpine cock, making her furry balls go up and down as he stroked her. Chloe moaned and hid her blushing face in the curve of his neck as this near stranger stroked her cock.

“She şişli escort loves daddy stuff. She’s probably pretending you’re her dad stroking her,” said Rick as he undid the belt of his jeans.

“That’s hot. You can call me daddy if you want.” Dorado pushed his thick finger in her mouth and let her suck it like a dick. Chloe loved to suck cock and sucked with care, even if it was just a finger. Growing up, boys wouldn’t penetrate her because she still presented as male, but she was femme enough to give them blowjobs. Apparently it didn’t count as gay if it was just a blowjob.

“Can I see your cock?” Chloe whispered and touched a flat bulge in his jeans. Dorado stood for a moment and undid his jeans before sliding them down and revealing a solid eighteen inches of stallion cock. It hung beautiful like a slab of meat dangling between his legs.

He sat back down and stroked his powerful shaft casually. “Nothing against you, Chloe. You’re a beautiful woman, it just takes a long time for this monster to get hard and stay hard. Cubic volume, blood flow, and such.”

“I have never wanted to play with a cock more in my life than right now,” said Chloe before she turned to Rick who had his hard cock in his hand. “You sure you want to watch me suck his dick?”

“Babe, I want to watch you suck everyone’s dick. This is your night. Don’t worry about me. Enjoy yourself.” Before Chloe could kneel on the floor, Rick got up and grabbed a throw pillow from the couch for her to kneel on. He then kissed her on top of her head, and sat back down to watch. Chloe’s heart pounded as she pressed her lips to the smooth, warm shaft of Dorado’s equine cock. It was a massive thing to match his impressive size and bulk. The head was flared and spongy with a wide urethra big enough to put her finger in. It was heavy in her hands as she planted kisses down the length of the shaft. At the base, his balls sat in his pouch like two large, black eggs. She kissed his velvety balls and licked them, imagining just how much cum he could make when he orgasmed. They were so large and tantalizing.

Chloe stroked Dorado underhand as she kissed and nuzzled his heavy balls. Then she worked her way back up his shaft with kisses. His cock was truly unwieldy. There was no way to take it in her mouth, and she certainly couldn’t take it in her butt.

“Oh! I want to play with that,” said Jenny, grabbing a spot next to Chloe on the floor. Together the two girls fondled Dorado’s massive shaft and planted kisses on his cock. Dorado shivered and leaned back in the chair as his goliath cock rose.

“Could strap a sail to that and take to the sea,” Rick joked as he watched his girlfriend blow his gym buddy. The girls stood and worked on his flare which caused Dorado to stir in his seat. They dragged their tongue along the edge of his flare and planted kisses on the spongy head as they stroked him with both hands. While Jenny stroked his shaft and licked his flare, Chloe ducked low. Dorado sat on the edge of the chair, his balls dangling freely. Chloe kissed the most beautiful pair of balls she had ever seen and moved deeper. With her adventurous tongue, she found Dorado’s asshole clenching and unclenching. She planted a big wet kiss on the knot then pushed her tongue up his asshole. Dorado jerked upright as a tiny squirt of cum escaped his cock and landed on Jenny’s face.

Unfazed, Jenny continued to lick his cock. Chloe was in heaven with his big balls covering her eyes as she ate out his asshole. Dorado lowered himself so Chloe had better access. She loved eating ass. It made her feel so whorish and feminine. Her secret goal at the party was to eventually eat everyone’s asshole.

“Oh fuck..!” Dorado groaned as he bucked his hips. He continued to groan as a geyser of horse cum shot out of his cock, completely coating Jenny in her wedding-style lingerie. It looked like someone had dumped a full bucket of cum on her. She could only kneel in shock, glazed from head to waist in stallion cum.

“Oh! Oh shit!” Rick cried out and came in his own hand. Chloe heard his call and rushed to lick up her boyfriend’s cum. Once he was clean, She moved to Jenny and kissed her on her cum covered cheek.

“That was fucking hot, but I need a shower,” said Jenny as her boyfriend helped her up and led her to the bathroom.

“Just down the hall on the right,” Dorado called after them. “Fuck that was good. Never had a girl do that before.”

“I love eating ass,” Chloe said bashfully.

“That she does,” Rick added.

“Should we wait for them or…” Chloe looked down the empty hall as she heard the shower turn on.

“If you want,” Bill spoke up, shuffling his paws. “If you want, you can eat my ass…”

Chloe smiled. “Let’s see them cheeks.”

Bill looked around nervously then slid his lounge pants down. His canine cock bounced up, almost free of his sheath. It was red-pink and glistened with pre-cum.

“Should I take the chair, or the couch or—”

“Just kneel on the floor against the couch,” said Chloe.

“Like taksim escort this?” Bill knelt on the floor against the couch with his face in the couch cushions.

“Perfect.” Chloe crawled to him and lifted his tail to reveal a gray asshole with pink splotches clenching over and over. His furry balls dangled like a snack for her. Chloe cupped and massaged his balls as she lapped at his clenching asshole.

“Fuck…” Bill moaned with a shiver. Chloe continued to eat his asshole lapping at it several times before she sucked on it with a loud slurping noise. She threw herself into her fetish, feeling her little cock throb and drip pre-cum on the carpet. She reached around to grab Bill’s beautiful cock at the base and stroked him with his sheath as she fucked his asshole with her tongue.

“Fuck! Ah god!” Bill cried out from the intense sensations. Chloe continued to tongue-fuck his sensitive asshole as she stroked him furiously.

“Shit! Ah! Ahhh!” Bill sprayed the front of the couch with wolf cum, each spray precluded by his asshole clenching up around Chloe’s eager tongue. She slowed her strokes as his cock shrank back into his furry sheath.

“Oh fuck, Chloe. That was amazing. You’re really good at—” Bill was cut off by a quick kiss from Chloe.

“Should we wait for them? I don’t want everyone worn out before Jenny gets back. This is her night, too,” said Chloe as she stood up.

“So thoughtful,” said Rick as he pulled her in by the waist and planted a kiss on her mouth.

Chloe smiled mischievously. “You know I just ate out both your friends’ assholes?”

Rick smiled and kissed her deeply again. “I love my dirty bitch.”

“Maybe we should take a break—” Chloe was interrupted as Rick pushed her against the couch.

“You haven’t cum yet, baby girl. I bet these guys want to see your little cock twitch,” said Rick, taking a seat on the couch and pulling Chloe into his lap.

“I’d love to see this foxy girl cum,” said Dorado, turning his chair to see better. Bill grabbed Rick’s chair and sat down to watch as well.

“They all want to see you get fucked, baby girl.” Rick slid his hand under Chloe’s ass and pushed two fingers up her little asshole. She yipped in surprised, and her asshole clenched his probing digits.

“She loves her asshole played with. It makes her little cock dribble pre-cum.”

Chloe’s squirmed in Rick’s lap as he played with her sensitive asshole. Her coral pink cock stuck halfway out her pale sheath and dribbled pre-cum into her fur like a broken faucet.

“Her little cock is so cute,” said Bill, rubbed his sheath around his own dick.

“It’s so tiny,” added Dorado, whose incredible length steadily rose again. Rick continued to finger her hole, sending intense sensations through her hips and cock.

“She’ll cum if I keep playing with her asshole. It’s like her tight little pussy,” said Rick as he fucked her. Chloe leaned back and looked for his mouth. Rick pressed his lips to hers, and the two lovers kissed. Then Rick pulled her cheeks apart and pushed his vulpine cock up her asshole. She gave in eagerly, relishing the feeling of her boyfriend inside her. None of her lovers had ever made her feel very feminine. In high school, it was all blow jobs and hand jobs. She had been ashamed of her cock at the time and how it made her feel like a freak. In college, Chloe stuck to her studies but harbored an intense, internal sex life full of depraved fantasies. In each one she was treated like the natural born slut she knew she was meant to be. In every fantasy, her lovers saw her for the girl she knew she was inside and made her feel intensely feminine.

Once she started her relationship with Rick, all those feelings were finally realized. Rick did not pretend she was girl to make her happy. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her and talked about her. He knew the slutty little girl she was. When she had mentioned a fantasy of fucking all of Rick’s guy friends like she was his little prostitute, he had discreetly asked around until Bill said he could put something together like that.

Now Rick was up to his knot in her tender little asshole while Dorado and Bill watched her get fucked. Dorado smiled knowingly, working his considerable shaft to erection with his heavy hand. Bill stared fixated on her as he stroked his sheath around his lupine cock.

Chloe groaned as Rick’s knot slipped inside her, spreading her asshole to its limit. His arms wrapped around her waist as he thrust into her. The way he groaned with her asshole wrapped around his cock made her feel so beautiful.

Without a word, Bill moved from his seat towards Chloe and knelt on the floor. For a moment, all he did was kneel up close and watch Rick’s cock thrust up inside her as she dribbled pre-cum.

“Do you want to suck it?” she gasped as a wave of pre-orgasm euphoria washed over her lower body. Bill hesitated a moment then nodded.

“Go for it,” she smiled. Though Rick had completely realized her sexuality, Chloe still had weird feelings towards her little, pink, vulpine cock. Rick was very considerate and never really focused on her cock unless he was helping her cum. He certainly didn’t fetishize it, but he didn’t ignore it either. She rarely received oral, preferring to serve her boyfriend in that regard.

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She looks up in disgust. Here the glasses bang together in cheers. Behind the bar her boyfriend bangs them together in frustration as he puts them in the sink. She shoots Alex that look. He feels the electricity of it run through him.

“Well,” she rubs under her ear. “I can’t. My jaw hurts.”

Maynard takes the cherry stem and puts it in his mouth. He works it trying to tie it. He can do it. He is a good kisser. He can make women cum when he licks their pussies.

She imagines his tongue swirling around her clit. She imagines he says, “Bend over!” After drinking, Erika touches people when she talks. A supple hand on the forearm, a brush on the thigh, a pound on the chest for a funny joke. She has just brushed his shoulder as they are all cheers and smiles-the cherry stem is tied-the glasses bang together so roughly that one shatters. She blinks, plays with her hair, leaves her lips slightly open. The waitress comes over and sweeps up the shattered glass. She apologizes, her arms crossed and her cleavage strutting the blouse that has become her personal catwalk.

She dreams when she’s drunk. A big penis slapping her in the whore face. She loves being submissive when she’s drunk. Letting her holes get dominated.

Alex is behind the bar. The rest of them sit in a dim nook. He can barely see them. Erika brushes up against an arm, then slaps a thigh. She takes a long drag from her cigarette and stuffs the butt into an ashtray on the table. She, the bartender’s girlfriend’s, has made up her big face. Her mascara’d eyes scan the room. The bartender’s girl’s cleavage is out and big and heaving. Her eyes go a bit swirly and her nostrils open wide. When he cums on her face, he calls her the cum-dragon. She sits with her boyfriend’s friends. Alex sees his girl taking one guy’s phone. She types something. He leans in and whispers something in her ear. She’s a little drunk and she wants to just hang around.

It’s fun, she thinks. It’s fun to flirt. The alcohol has her a little wet. To men, being friendly is flirting. To her, it’s safe to be friendly with her boyfriend’s friends. She wants to hold a hand, a neck-even a dick. She is chatting with this jar-head of a guy, smiling. One of Alex’s friends. Alex is stuck pouring beer, shaking cocktails. She sips her vodka and energy drink. She is caffeinated and energized by this weird chemical mix. Her sensuality bulges out and hangs down. They drink and cheers, after staring at Erika’s chest wry smiles cross their faces.

The whole şişli escort bayan bar is popping, hopping – there are single women and single men and the feel is thick and creamy as fondue chocolate. The music is loud. It is good. Erika’s low cut tank top reveals her breasts-like proud weightlifters in the mirror, obsessively looking at themselves in the reflection, proud others around the room gawk. They are good tits: big and round. Her tits alone are proud to make her boyfriend jealous that others are ogling. Her throat goes a little dry. Her heart is beating slow yet heavy behind her bosom. She takes her boyfriend’s friend’s hand and pushes it between her legs. No one can see it. After a quick moment she stands up and walks to the bar.

Her boyfriend sends her a text, “i need to work and your distracting me. Didn’t you say you had to go home.” she writes back. “i am having fun.” Alex’s friend, a tall guy with big bushy personality, also joins her at the bar. He puts his hand around her waist. She wants attention, and Alex won’t give it. He probably has someone else coming and for this she wants to make him pay. “I want to have fun.” She puts her arms around his best friend Maynard.

“Let’s have another drink,” Maynard says. “Put one of her cocktails on my tab, buddy.”

“I think she should go home.”

“One more,” Erika says. “Then Maynard can take me to a cab.”

In the nook, they talk quietly. Maynard’s friend, Koichiro, just watches. With lots of clinking glasses, they drain their drinks quickly. This is a cosmopolitan hotspot with people from different countries. People with money who have lived their lives by their own rules, people who are rarely denied anything. Erika looks at her empty glass, “well, I guess that’s it for me. I’m done.”

“Going home?”

“Yes, there’s nothing more for me to do here.”

“Oh, I think we can find something to make you useful,” maynard stares at her big titties.

She stands up slowly. She walks to the bar. Her walk is slow and languid. Her tight ass sways in her form fitting jeans. “Bye, honey. I’m done. I’m going home.” Maynard follows her, Alex sees Maynard watch her ass. Maynard takes her up the stairs, gently pushing on her waist. Maynard stops her at the top of the stairs. “Where are you going?”

She looks at him. His friend, Koichiro is still coming up the steps, looking drunk. She fixes her blouse, closing its open petals: “To a taxi home.”

Big and wild, Maynard kind escort istanbul of sways. He’s drunk but he is as agile as a figure skater as he moves around, grabs her hand and pulls her. He’s at once a wild beast and a dapper tap dancer. He leads her down the entrance-way to the next level of stairs. it’s dark here and he holds her hand. “Let me give you a ride.”

“Home?”

“Here.” They are half in private, half seen by the street. He gets a fist of her hair and shoves her to her knees. Her tit, always on the verge of this all night, pops out. “Now you can be useful!”

He unzips and pulls his cock out. It dangles there, all foreskin and bulk. He says: “you’ve never seen a horse cock like this, slut. Hope you like getting impaled.”

She is scared and submissive, so she obliges. She is submissive and will do anything that anybody says at any time. People often don’t know this and don’t take advantage of it. But this guy does. He held her by the hair, “I’m going to fuck your face till your jaw breaks.”

After his cockhead pounded her tonsil and knocked it back she coughed around it, ran her tongue around the shaft, then started choking. Her drool left castles of saliva on his cock. She gasps for breath like a swimmer that just ate some water and reaches her hand to her neck. “I can’t take anymore.” She turns around and lowers the jeans. The two fat slabs of ass cheek rebound out and hold until she spreads them apart like her boyfriend likes. This guy sees her asshole, a brown asterisk, and incorrectly believes she has provided him with an open shot into her shitter.

Alex’s girlfriend’s asshole opens up like a flower and takes Maynard’s big meat in until it disappears.

She grunts, then comes back into her body and speaks. “What the fuck? No, no, stop it!” she says.

He pounds her asshole raw. “i know you want it, you asian whore.” Her face cringes as cock slams her asshole. The big tits she had out so seductively whack and thwack like punching bags being hit.

She grabs them to hold them in place. “No! That’s enough. I just wanted to get back at him. This is too much.” She pulls away and his cock comes out with bits of her shit on it.

He pulls her around by her hair. “You love it, open wide!” he says and pushes his cock to her mouth. She opens and tastes her ass. Her lipsticked lips are stretched around the meat and her eyes go wide. She feels the cockhead knock her throat. Her throat tightens up. She slaps his leg. Her big proud tits knock escort taksim into each other and sag. The other friend, quiet and in a suit, gets behind her. She doesn’t notice as she is trying to defend herself against eating her own shit. Her ass is still gaping from the previous sodomy. He slides his cock into the open gape. His rock isn’t as big as the cock bludgeoning her tonsils, the one tasting of her ass. Koichiro starts to fuck her chasm. “You love it, you fuck pig!”

She takes one cock in the ass and the other tears into the throat. There she is getting spit roasted. She tastes her own shit and gives in and relaxes her throat until that monster dick is well in her throat.

Koichiro pulls out and chucks his cream all over her fat ass cheek. He spreads it on her like butter on bread using his cockhead. Then Maynard bellows and shakes and unloads all over her whore face. She jumps back as the cum stuns her nose and drips down over her lips. More hurtles into her eye, which she instinctively shuts tight. Koichiro has a cock all cummey and gooey and heaves it into her face. She takes it and cleans it off, swirling her tongue around it. She hasn’t sucked on an Asian cock in a while and her muscle memory takes her back to whirling tongue around it. “Clean his cock up, you dirty pig! Does Alex know what a pig his girlfriend is?”

She looks up in disgust.

“Oh now that you’ve had two cocks up your ass you’re morally against it. Stupid bitch. Come on, let’s go and let her go in and show her boyfriend what a cockmonkey she is.”

She stays on her knees and watches the two friends zip up and walk away. They light cigarettes. Koichiro comes back and puts the butt in her mouth. “Clean up. You have jizz all over your face.” She inhales deep.

He walks away and she stands up and takes her purse. She tissues off and puts her clothes back on. She walks home, her heart beating hard.

Alex gets home at sunrise, tired, his body slouched. His breathe smells like mustard gas and roses. He sees Erika in bed, her big tits flopping out, her mascara smeared around her eyes. He wakes her up. “Blow me, E.”

“I hate when you talk to me that way, obliging me.”

“I’m not obliging you,” Alex pulls his jeans off his legs awkwardly. He clumsily hops out of them – not the picture of sex appeal, “i’m just saying what I want.”

“Well,” she rubs under her ear. “I can’t. My jaw hurts.”

“Then bend over,” he jerks his cock, “and let me see that asshole.”

“Let me sleep.”

“Bend over.”

“Fine.”

She rolls over and gets on all fours. She puts her head into the bed and reaches back to spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands. She lets go of one cheek. It jiggles. “Last night, your friends fucked me right here.”

She fingers her anus.

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Marnie could feel herself drawn to the army barracks again, like every other Friday evening. She would always finish at 5pm sharp at the Real Estate office where she worked as a receptionist and she would drive the short distance to the training barracks.

At this time of the day the soldiers were always milling around before going to the mess tent for dinner. Seeing those men in uniform stirred up feelings that always surprised her. Perhaps it was because her father had been in the army? She wasn’t sure, but that warm tingling feeling that ran through her body and made her feel alive was coming back to her again.

Her earliest memories were when she was a little girl, perhaps eight or nine, and her father would arrive home from being away for months at a time. She could remember hugging him for the longest time when he came home through the front door and showered her with kisses. That was the happiest time in her life. Until that day when he didn’t come home!

“Missing in action.”

Her Mother read the telegram to her. Although she hadn’t seen her father for over 12 years, she still could remember the musky aftershave he wore religiously after shaving. A shiver ran through her as she sat in her car as always when she was thinking of her father.

This particular Friday, the men seemed to be having an outdoor bbq, some sort of celebratory event. Marnie parked her black mustang close to the fence, but quite well covered behind some thick shrubs.

Quietly exiting the car, she crept up behind the shrubs and stood holding the fence. In this position she could see quite clearly the men, and in particular the well defined muscles in their white t-shirts and their khaki pants. Biting her lower lip stained with pink lip gloss, she inhaled deeply and felt light headed. The same tingly feeling coursed through her whenever she was there. Clinging to the fence, Marnie could feel a wetness staining her white lace panties.

Feeling naughty, Marnie lifted her tight black skirt up around her crotch and started to rub her aching pussy through her panties. Leaning on the fence, her back now to the men, her fingers slid under the lace fabric and probed her wet folds. She surprised herself as she dipped into her honey pot how wet she was. Her free hand reached and twisted her nipples through her sheer white blouse, her button nipples already erect through the thin sheer fabric. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the moment of pleasuring herself. Her body grinding in a downwards motion on her fingers, inserting them in her aching cunt. Breathing heavily, she didn’t hear the couple of men who regular patrolled the perimeter of the barracks moving towards her.

Roger and Steve, who had been patrolling the outside perimeter sarıyer escort had noticed something or someone a few minutes ago and wanted to check it out. Moving closer, they parked their car near some trees and walked cautiously towards the person at the fence. As they got closer, they could see it was a curvy woman in her early twenties perhaps, leaning against the fence with her car next to her. Her car was shadowing her so they couldn’t see what she was doing but it looked like her eyes were shut and she was smiling. Roger and Steve moved closer, carefully treading in the drying grass which was growing just off the road. Steve worked out what she was doing first and nudged his friend. This girl was frigging her pussy on the barrack fence line! What an opportunity – they could really use some tight pussy at tonight’s celebrations. Both men watched in awe as this young beauty moaned and caressed herself.

Several minutes passed before Marnie had the feeling that someone was watching her. She opened her eyes and screamed out in fright as she noticed Roger and Steve watching her less than ten metres away. Stumbling at the fence she quickly removed her fingers from her dripping pussy and pulled down her skirt. Roger’s delight in finding this beauty on the barracks doorstep was already evident with his khaki pants already tenting a bulge. Grabbing Marnie with both arms, he forced a sloppy kiss on her lips. Marnie struggled in his strong arms, his hands gripping her tightly. Marnie was no match for Roger’s strong frame as he towered over her. One of his hands slid down her body, feeling the curves it had to offer. Sliding his hand over her skirt material he hoisted it up and slid his hand over Marnie’s tight, panty covered ass. Squirming under his touch, her pussy was now dripping; eager to be touched and fucked. Roger sensed it, and broke away from the kiss.

“You can come with us now to join our party, or I can charge you with trespassing. What’s it going to be lady?” Roger asked her.

“I wasn’t trespassing, I was lost,” stammered Marnie.

Steve, being the superior officer, flicked the torched, which he just got out of the car, and shone it on her name badge.

“Look, umm Marnie, you know as well as I do you are not lost, and you seemed to be having a good time by yourself here looking in. I will give you the option. You either come with us and we will give you a great time or I will have to report you and you will take your chances through the judicial system as you are trespassing on this land,” Steve informed her in a firm voice.

Marnie looked at Steve.

“It looks like I don’t have a choice, do I?” Marnie replied with a seductive smile.

Steve and Roger escorted her into istanbul escort their car and drove back into the barracks. Roger sat in the back seat with Marnie and requested that she take off her panties immediately and hand them to him. She did as he said and started to wiggle out of them with no shame. Within seconds the deed was done and she handed her wet panties over to him. Roger could smell her musk and brought her panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply. He loved pussy scent and put them in Steve’s face.

“Smell this buddy, isn’t that good enough to eat?” Roger smirked.

Marnie, although she should have been scared witless, was so horny at this moment she couldn’t wait for Steve or Roger to fuck her. It never occurred to her that the other men would want to fuck her also.

Roger moved closer to her and started to kiss her deeply, bringing her frame close. Marnie responded and kissed him back, sliding her tongue deep in his mouth. His hand slid up her unclad crotch and opened her womanly folds. Dripping with her sex sauce Roger delved into her slit and rubbed up and down. Her already enlarged clit was aching to be touched and Roger knew it. Roger teased her pussy with his fingers before roughly inserting three into her soaked cunt. Marnie gasped, broke the kiss and spread her legs wider for him.

“Oh God, yes yes,” Marnie whimpered.

“You horny slutty bitch.”

Marnie smiled and asked, “Can we just stop here for a minute?”

“Why?” Steve asked.

“I need cock and I need it now, please,” begged Marnie. “Please”

“God damn Steve, stop the fucking car, I gunna fuck this bitch right now,” said Roger.

And with that, Steve stopped the car. Roger & Marnie got out of the car and Marnie leant over the boot. Lifting her skirt she exposed her dripping pussy and Roger didn’t waste any time in kneeling down between her legs and licking her from ass to her clit. Squealing with delight Marnie spread her legs further. Roger stood up, unzipped his member and stroked it a couple of times and drove it home in her love hole. Within a couple of strokes in Marnie’s pussy his cock was well lubricated and Roger was in a fast rhythm, pumping stronger and harder with each stroke. Marnie was holding onto the edge of the car and the boot to steady herself as the pumping action in her cunt was getting her off balance. With his balls banging on her ass, it wasn’t long before Roger shot a huge load of cum in her.

After Roger had blown his load, Steve was already fully erect to get some of the action. Pushing her head down making her cheek rest on the boot, he eased his cock in Marnie’s sloppy cunt. Steve immediately grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, ramming his cock deeper fındıkzade escort and deeper with each stroke. Marnie was squealing with delight, each thrust of Steve seemed to make her squeal louder until she couldn’t take it any longer and her whole body quivered as her orgasm ran through her. Within minutes of Marnie cumming Steve shot his semen deep into her womb.

Several minutes later, they had got their breath and Roger handed her panties back to her.

“Put them on. I want all that cum to leak out in your panties and at the end of the night, those panties will belong to me. Do you understand?” Marnie nodded and smiled.

“Now get back into the car. We have been gone way too long and we need to introduce you to our buddies. You want that don’t you?” Steve asked. “We saw you looking in and begging to be fucked Marnie!”

Driving the last little way, Marnie put her skirt back on in the car, and tried to look presentable.

“I wouldn’t bother with that. The boys can tell and smell a slut when they see one,” Roger said laughing.

Back where the bbq was being held, the rest of the platoon were settled in for the night and were drinking beer steadily and laughing loudly. When Roger and Steve returned and got the attention of the others, Steve yelled out, “Boys, we have a surprise. Meet Marnie. She is our slut for the evening.”

With a loud cheer eight men crowded around Marnie, one handing her a beer, which she downed immediately, while the others started stripping the clothes off her. With so many hands, Marnie’s insatiable desire to be filled again was burning deep in her loins. One of the larger men, Adam, picked her up and placed her on the wooden outdoor table, slid off her drenched cummy panties and threw them over to Roger knowing he would want them for his collection. With so many men there, Marnie felt hands everywhere and there was already a swelled member in her mouth which she was sucking on feverishly. Adam had already stroked his cock hard and placed her legs over his shoulders as he entered her cummy pussy. Long strokes pumped into her and Marnie groaned in delight as he pumped faster and faster, his balls banging on her asshole.

Marnie was in her element, cock in mouth about to explode hot cum into her mouth. Several other men were pawing her and jacking off over her leaving long strands of cum on her tits and tummy and Adam was just about to explode his seed deep into her pussy. With a final thrust, Adam came and added his cum to her already cum filled pussy.

Several men fucked Marnie that night, some didn’t because of alcohol related woes but Marnie had a ball. It was decided that Marnie would be their slut mascot and be on call to the men when they decided. Of course this suited Marnie and really was a win win situation.

Many months have now passed and Marnie ‘belongs’ to the platoon and sees them all quite regularly. Her biggest fear is that they get deployed one day. She doesn’t want to lose them like she lost her Daddy.

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My wife and I had enjoyed a normal sex life throughout the early years of our marriage. While sex did take a back seat to the normal family problems of raising a family we had enjoyed many erotic evenings together, albeit mostly on Friday nights.

After our kids had moved on to their own lives we suddenly had more time for each other resulting in many more erotic evenings in the sack. Part of that process of improvement was our newfound ability to confide in each other about erotic thoughts long kept secret. These verbal exchanges almost always occurred while we were in foreplay mode in bed.

We had both had lovers before we met, and we discovered that talking about those experiences raised the passion and intensity of our own lovemaking. I doubt that we could have had these discussions earlier in life. We soon moved on to the next level and confessed our sexual interest in certain friends and acquaintances. The devil is in the detail and we did get very detailed about those fantasy encounters. It was fun and pleasurable to kid and excite each other with talk of what we would do with this or that person. This talk was always confined to the bedroom.

As we teased and fucked over a period of time we began to fantasize about seeing each other get laid, a powerful aphrodisiac that produced some wild erotic nights together. But it remained a fantasy and out on the periphery of our normal thoughts and discussions. And then Mary Ellen entered our life.

Mary Ellen was our neighbor. She and her husband Doug were about ten years younger than Marg and I. She was a very plain looking lady with a big set of tits, her one outstanding feature. Doug was a tall good-looking man. They were good neighbors although our relationship had been restricted to talking over the back yard fence.

One late evening I happened to go to our bedroom for some reason and noticed a light on next door and took a peek. The drapes were open in the neighbor’s window and Mary Ellen was getting ready for bed; her bare breasts were dangling in front of her as she bent to pick something from the floor. Our bedroom was about six feet higher than theirs and only about twenty feet separated our windows so I had an excellent view. My bedroom lights were off so I lingered a while.

She did have great tits; nice and firm because of her relatively young age and not having had children. The aureoles were large and pink and the nipples looked as if they were bursting. She was one of those few people of either sex who looked a lot better naked than clothed.

I didn’t even mention it to Marg, as it seemed just an incident where Mary Ellen had forgotten to close the curtains.

A few days later and quite by accident, I was back in the bedroom again at about the same time of evening and noticed their lights on once more. And sure enough there was Mary Ellen going through her drill. I watched her big white tits tumble out as she released her bra hooks. She caressed them briefly before bending to slip off her panties exposing a large triangular reddish bush, untrimmed. She held her panties up and sniffed them and then sat on the end of the bed to apply some body crème to her arms and legs. My appreciation of the view was demonstrated by a sudden full erection.

I suppose I was feeling a little guilty about peeping, and once again did not tell Marg. Until one night while we were in foreplay mode I wondered aloud what it would be like to fuck Mary Ellen. I further mentioned her tits and how I would love to give her a ‘titty fuck’.

This comment aroused Marg and she moved my cock between her legs as we lay side by side. “Mary Ellen sometimes comes over during the day to try on my clothes. She claims that she likes my taste in clothes. And yes, she does have nice breasts. I get a good look at them when she strips to bra and panties.” A pause and then, “She turns me on.”

My cock stiffened and I began to probe her slit, seeking to enter her. My voice shook, “Ah baby, have you touched her? Do you think she is hot for you? God, you must want to feel those big tits.”

Our excitement was building as Marg whispered, “Sometimes I stand behind her and slide my hands along her sides and hips to check the fit of the dress. I brush the swell of her breasts and Mary Ellen closes her eyes and groans. I think that she wants me to feel them.”

We both lost it then. I rolled her to her back and rammed my cock up her and we fucked until we got off.

Mary Ellen and Marg were obviously both thinking of some sort of liaison; but neither really knew how to take the next step. She asked on one occasion if she could try on Marg’s panties. Marg thought it a little odd but shrugged and went to her dresser drawer to retrieve a pair. Mary Ellen said in a strangled voice, “No Marg, I want to try on the panties that you’re wearing.”

Marg said that she almost creamed herself at the idea. She pulled her panties off and watched Mary Ellen put them on and pull them tight against her pussy. They carried on as bayrampasa escort if it was no big deal and Mary Ellen put on the dress for the day and stood in front of the mirror.

Marg moved behind her and slipped her hands up along the sides as if checking the fit. She let her tits rub against Mary Ellen’s back. She told me, “I wanted to feel her, we were both obviously pumped up and I know that she wanted me to hold them. But I didn’t. Damn it.”

After a few minutes of posing in front of the mirror, Mary Ellen removed the dress and put the panties back on the dresser top. Marg said, “I was so frigging horny. I have never really thought about sex with a woman, but it is really in my mind now. I went back to the bedroom after she left and pulled those panties back on tight. I imagined that I could feel the wetness from Mary Ellen’s pussy and I fingered myself off.”

We were both turned on as she related the story, as each tale about Mary Ellen seemed to increase the intensity of our sex.

I was not at that window every night but only because I was traveling a lot during that period. But when I did return at the appointed hour, Mary Ellen was always doing her thing. I was certain that Mary Ellen knew she was being watched, but now I was wondering whether her target was Marg or I!

On one particular night Mary Ellen was sitting on her bed with her legs spread while applying some sort of lotion on her tits. I was stroking my cock slowly, imagining what it would feel like to put it in under that big red bush.

Suddenly a pair of warm hands came around me from behind and found my cock. My wife’s bare tits were pressed against my back. She said, “So you have been catching the show as well.” She stroked my cock as Mary Ellen stretched to pull a nightie over her nakedness and disappeared from our view. I pushed my wife to her back on the bed and mounted her for another wild session. Just about the time we had switched to the short strokes, I murmured the words, “Maybe a threesome baby?”

A few nights later, we were both at the window and Mary Ellen was taking even longer to perform the simple duty of getting ready for bed. Suddenly, her husband Doug appeared from the bathroom where he had obviously been showering. He was totally naked as well.

Marg expelled her breath in a gasp as he turned towards the window. “What a rope,” she exclaimed and she was right. He was not erect and his cock was swinging as he finished toweling down. It was very impressive and I suspect that my wife was having visions of that big cock prying around in her pussy. We thought we might be about to witness a sex show, but Doug put on his pajamas and shut the lights.

This event fuelled another level of discussion the next time we were in bed and at it again. I asked Marg if she fantasized about fucking Doug now that she had seen him naked. This made her squirm a bit and uncertain how to respond. I put my cock into her and started fucking and whispered in her ear, “Hmmm baby, why not pretend it is Doug fucking you right now, that big boomerang of a cock splitting your slit, deeper than you have ever had it.” She really lost it and she had a hip shaking orgasm, and almost squeezed my cock off as she come.

The next morning at breakfast she wanted to know how serious I was about us trying a switch with Mary Ellen and Doug. It was brave of her to inquire at such a time instead of while we were in the throes of sex. I said, “Lover, we’re both ready to try something new and they would be a good fit. We are attracted to each of them. But of course we are not sure about their level of their interest in us. So far it has been just you and I peeking at Mary Ellen.”

Marg said, “Oh, I’m pretty sure that they are interested, Mary Ellen and I have had some pretty intimate discussions. And I know that she is curious about what you’re like in bed. I just wanted to be sure that things would be alright with you if something suddenly develops.”

I took her hand and looked straight into her eyes and said, “Sweetheart it would be just fine with me.”

I had to leave town on business for a week and when I returned we were both very horny. We headed for the bedroom within minutes of my arrival. I had just slid my cock into her; God is there anything possibly better in this world than that first stroke in a hot hungry pussy; and I asked “Did you and Mary Ellen try on clothes while I was away?”

She hesitated and I knew right then that “something” had happened and that she was nervous about telling me. I coaxed her, “Baby tell me what happened; I am good with it and you know it will excite me.”

She pulled me down on her more tightly, her knees pressing on my hips. Her face was in my neck and she whispered, “I let Doug fuck me.” She continued to hold me tight to her.

What a sudden flash of reality! I admit that it really jolted me. I didn’t pull my cock out of her, but I did stop stroking. Then I relaxed, pulled her close and started to slowly fuck merter escort her again. I said, “Wow babe was it good? You have to tell me all about it; everything about it.”

I could feel her relax and her breathing came back to normal. It must have been tough to come out with it like that, but she is a very up front woman who cannot hide things for very long.

Finally she said “Mary Ellen and I met again the day after you left. No dress tryouts that day, we just talked. Besides, she has tried just about everything I own right down to my panties.

We discussed sex and more to the point, changing partners. I admitted that we had been talking about it during sex. She took in her breath and said, ‘so have Doug and I. In fact we have taken some of the first steps’. She paused, nervous about this talk I guess, and said, ‘Doug brings a friend of his out to our cottage for a threesome. He likes seeing another man in me. And I like it too. He wants to find a couple to swap with’.

She did not ask me if we would be interested. But I took it as an invitation.”

I felt her relax and knew that she was dying to tell me more. I pulled her to face me side to side and she raised her leg over my hip; this was a common chat position for us. I pushed my cock back in and continued a slow fuck. I wanted to hear how she had ended up with Doug in her.

Mary Ellen had called her over for tea the next afternoon. She was wearing a light robe tied loosely at the waist. Her tits were swinging around under the robe with occasional glimpses of her nipples adding to the attraction. As she moved, she would casually allow the robe to part and reveal flashes of her legs and inner white thighs.

When Marg had previously fantasized about having sex with her, she had imagined that she, Marg, would be the aggressor. She suddenly found the courage to act on her instincts and moved in front of Mary Ellen and pushed her robe open. She had seen Mary Ellen naked before but it was more exciting this time as the stage had been set for something more. Marg rubbed the palm of her hands lightly on Mary Ellen’s nipples.

“My knees were weak and shaking; but I had the feeling that I could pretty much do whatever I wished with her, she seemed that permissive. She moved close up to me and put her hands on my hips and we kissed softly. I have never kissed a woman in that sort of erotic setting before and it was quite sweet and gentle.”

Mary Ellen dropped her robe to the floor and turned and walked to the bedroom with Marg following behind. She began to remove her own clothes as Mary Ellen lay down on her back on the bed.

“I was still very nervous but my confidence grew as Mary Ellen watched me strip. I had only allowed her glimpses of my body before, and her excitement was obvious as I bared myself in front of her. My nipples and pussy were aching.”

“I was still not completely certain what would happen, but actually it all seemed quite straightforward once I was beside her in bed. First the breasts touching, a soft kiss, and then our knees slipped up between each other’s legs and we were rubbing our pussies on each other’s thighs. She turned halfway to her side with me over her slightly and we felt and kissed and rubbed. It was all very erotic.”

I was terribly aroused by her story and had to control my urge to get off. I wanted to hear the entire tale with my cock still in her. My strokes were coming more quickly despite my efforts to slow-fuck and I whispered, “Ah baby, god, were you thinking of pussy yet? Were you thinking of eating her or her eating you?”

“No, not really, at this point I was fascinated with the feel of her tits on mine and feeling her pussy on my thigh. I pulled back a bit and lifted one of her tits up and sucked my first nipple.”

I groaned as I almost lost it again at the thought of my wife in that position, naked with another woman and tasting the nipple that I myself had fantasized sucking.

“Mary Ellen’s nipple hardened when I first licked it. I inhaled it into my mouth; sucking it the way I like mine to be sucked. By this time the pussy rubbing was getting frantic and I could feel and hear Mary Ellen’s wet cunt lapping my thigh.”

“She indicated that she wanted to taste my tits so I pulled off hers and gave her room to move down onto mine. Oh God it felt good, lips other than yours on my nipple. I almost got off and began to rub my pussy harder on Mary Ellen’s thigh. I closed my eyes and lay back to enjoy this new experience and was preparing to get off this way; my nipple being sucked and the feel of my pussy rubbing on a soft leg. I began to wonder how I could rub my pussy lips on hers while in that position.

But just as I was sinking into that beautiful abyss there was a knock on the bedroom door. I lifted up quickly and looked franticly at Mary Ellen who smiled and told me to relax; that it was Doug and why not let him come in.

She said, “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.”

“I lay besiktas escort back and nodded okay and she told him to come in. He was wearing a robe and a big smile as he sat beside Mary Ellen on the bed. She rolled back a bit and he bent and kissed her. His fingers found her nipple and he asked me if I liked her tits and I said that of course I did and that they were beautiful. He pulled her leg away from between mine spreading her naked. He slipped his hand up her thigh and his fingers sorted through the thick red bush, and then along her slit.”

“I was almost breathless at the erotic scene being played out beside me and was ready for anything that might happen. He must have sensed this because he reached over Mary Ellen and his fingers found my nipple and he began rolling and pulling at it. My God, my senses were alive and I could feel my pussy clenching with the arousal of my nipples. He bent and sucked my nipple quickly. When I did not pull back his hand slipped down to my pussy and slid along the already slick slit. He told me that I had a beautiful pussy, he loved the feel of my wetness and that he had wanted to fuck me for a long time.”

“I rolled to my back and let my legs spread in invitation. He stood up and dropped his robe; his massive cock was fully erect and standing up along his belly. Mary Ellen was closest to it and her hand reached out for it. He said that he wanted to fuck both of us and I guess as he said that I must have moaned and spread more because he quickly came around the bed to my side and crawled up over top of me. His tall body seemed to dominate me but all I could look at was that big cock with a purple knob hovering down over my pussy.”

“He knelt between my legs and moved the knob to my crotch. I used my hand to first grasp it, ah god it was huge my love, and then I rubbed it in my wet slit. I was apprehensive but oh how I wanted to feel it go in me. He told me that my cunt felt so good. He leaned out over top of me, up on his extended arms so that we all could watch him enter me.

Mary Ellen reached over and began to play with my tits. He was quite gentle but very firm in signaling that he was going to fuck me and there would be no turning back. I relaxed my pussy a little and his knob popped inside me, and I quickly tightened on it. He knob fucked me for a minute or so and then pushed more into me. I exclaimed because it hurt a little, but in a delicious way.”

By this point in Marg’s story I was almost frantic from a combination of an aroused mind and a cock about ready to dump its load. But at that moment in time I wanted to hear that Marg had been fucked. I said, “Hold still a minute baby, I am almost coming, let me get control.”

Marg was quiet with both her body and her story and waited until I had eased off. Then she resumed her tale. “He did not try to ram it into me. He just told me to take it as slow as I wanted; that he would let me do it all. I relaxed and began moving back and forth on his cock, taking a little more in with each move. I was stretched but it felt so damn good, I just kept going for more. All the time he is telling me how beautiful I am and how good my cunt felt and how he wants to get me off, and how hard he was going to fuck me. I was whimpering in contentment and agonizing sweet pain.”

I lost it about then. Marg had to stop talking as I went into convulsions, my body jerking and twisting as I tried to bury as deep into her as I could to get off. Finally I collapsed on her, my breathing slowing but my cock still squirming inside of her; both of us enjoying those last delicious strokes. And then she continued.

“All I could feel was his cock working its way into my pussy. I spread as wide as I could to allow it all in, I wanted it all. Soon he was able to fuck me with most of it. He kept talking to me; telling me how good I felt; how beautiful I was and how he was going to make me come. Soon he had it all in and he leaned down on me and began a steady humping. I don’t even remember getting off; I must have screamed or shouted but all I recall was this tremendous relief. He continued slipping it in and out after I come. Then he lifted off of me and I looked down as he pulled that big slimy thing out of me. He was still very erect and I was sure that he had not come and wondered why he was pulling out.”

I had rolled off of Marg during her tale, and lay on my side listening to her. She was very animated and aroused, feeling her nipples and pussy as she talked. I felt guilty about getting off while she talked and before letting her finish. I leaned over her again, snuggled my face between her tits, licking and sucking away and slipped two fingers easily into her pussy. She resumed her story again, reliving her afternoon while being finger fucked; her eyes closed and her body starting to react.

“After Doug pulled out of me, I was aware once again of Mary Ellen beside me on the bed. She had moved away from me and lay back now to watch her hubby lift off of me and move over between her spread legs. He was going to make do on his promise to fuck both of us and I realized why he had not come in me. I had no regrets. I would have liked to feel him get off in me but I had lived my fantasy and moved to my side to watch Mary Ellen get laid by her hubby.”

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It was cold outside. The Hurricane was waiting for Tina. Told her to be there at 8. But as usual, Tina was having trouble tearing her fingers away from her dripping pussy.

“Just a second more, and I’ll, I’ll, unh! oh! oh fuck” she grunted as her fingers brought her to a quick, shuddering halt. She lay in bed naked, listening to the wind outside as she caught her breath as the sweat trickled around her firm thighs. Her broken window let a gust of air blast over her body, and her blush-pink nipples twisted into erect points.

“7:52! shit!” The Hurricane wouldn’t hesitate to punish her for being late, so Tina jumped up, her ass jiggling as she hopped over to the closet. Carefully, she pulled puffy earmuffs over her soft curls. Then a scarf, wrapped around her neck, draping over her slender, strong back.

Stepping into her boots, she realized her socks weren’t exactly clean. She’d just cum while wearing the pair she’d meant for the hurricane to break in. 8:00. Quickly, she grabbed the wool stretched around her calf and began yanking the sock over her leg, her ankle, her arched foot. As she pulled it off, the cold air hit her legs. Selecting a new pair of turquoise thigh-highs, she dipped her feet into the polyester, sliding the elastic up her legs, her pussy wet from all the attention.

The Hurricane lived just a few houses down, and Tina, wearing only socks, a scarf and earmuffs, had been instructed to show up ready to be fucked. escort istanbul stepping into her boots, she was ready. ‘Thank god it’s dark outside,’ she muttered, still unsure about the prospect of walking naked through the neighborhood on such a cold night.

The Hurricane glanced at the clock when she heard the knock at the door. 8:12. ‘The girl’s gonna get it,’ she smiled to herself. The Hurricane opened the door to see her girl standing in the winter night, shivering so that her small tits were bouncing, and her nipples had never looked so hard.

The Hurricane stepped outside, shutting her front door. “You’re late.” Tina’s eyes widened.

“Please, I’m sorry, it’s just…oh god, I’m so cold, please let me inside!” she whimpered, rubbing her arms to show just how cold she was.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here, and in 12 minutes, you’re gonna come, and then we can go inside,” The Hurricane informed her, grabbing Tina and pushing her body into the front door, her ass on display for the neighborhood, should anyone bother to look. The porch light hit Tina’s every curve, from her small waist to her firm thighs- her socks pulled up over the knees. The Hurricane plunged three fingers into Tina’s snatch, which had become even wetter since she arrived.

“Mm!” Tina squealed as her tits hit the freezing door, and she helplessly pushed her ass into the Hurricane, trying to swallow more of her lady’s fingers.

A escort bayan car drove by as the Hurricane began to slowly pump the girl’s pussy. Her fingers slid into Tina’s snatch smoothly as she whispered to Tina, “bend over, hands on the door”

Tina was shaking from the cold. “Oh, please, oh, uh! Oh, ungh! I’m so…so cold!” Her socks weren’t keeping her legs warm, and she cursed herself for not leaving on the wool pair. “Oh fuck!” She bent at the waist, thrusting her ass out, the force of the Hurricane’s strong arm smashing her face into the door with each thrust. The Hurricane grabbed the scarf, knocking Tina with her strong body as she fucked her, pulling her back with the scarf and softly strangling the girl’s incessant babbling as she pulled Tina back from the door.

“Oh! Oh fuck, fucking…oh god” Tina moaned, gasping for breath. “5 more minutes, slut,” the Hurricane laughed. The Hurricane slipped her unoccupied hand into the top of Tina’s sock. “Ohhh, oh yes, oh fucking hell” the girl moaned.

“Mmm, now what’s my pretty little slut wearing for me tonight?” the stretching fabric pulled the Hurricane’s hand tight against the girl’s shivering leg, and as she moved it further down, the sock slipped. The wind bit Tina’s legs, numbing her ass against the rough denim of the Hurricane’s blue jeans.

“Fuck me, fuck me, please, oh fuck! I’m so cold!” Tina pleaded as she writhed around the hurricane’s fingers- eskort now four of them nestled into the girl’s warmest part. Her pussy was sopping wet and the sound of the Hurricane’s hand pumping in and out of her smacked the neighborhood in between the girl’s gasps and moans.

“You’ve got 2 minutes until you come for me, you slut.”

The Hurricane started working on the second sock, her hand sliding down the girl’s leg. Tina’s lower half was completely exposed to the night, her socks sagging around her ankles. The only warmth was the tingling in her snatch, and the Hurricane’s hand, sliding over the girl’s muscular petite frame. The Hurricane raised her hand in the air and brought it down with a loud clap on the girl’s shaking ass.

“Time’s up!” the Hurricane whispered, and the hand inside Tina’s snatch clenched tightly on the next thrust in. Tina screamed as the Hurricane’s fist plunged into her cunt. A neighbor’s porch light came on.

“Oh, oh, oh, fuuuuuuck!” Tina wailed as her orgasm hit. The girl’s pussy gripped the Hurricane’s arm tightly, throbbing as she bucked her body, grunting and screaming, sloshing and flowing over the fist. The Hurricane grabbed for the door handle and opened it, the two of them falling inside, while Tina’s pussy still clamped on the Hurricane’s fist. The Hurricane kissed the girl’s neck, pressing Tina’s small body into the floor, slowly working her fist out of the girl’s sore pussy.

Tina moaned, pulling her socks up to her thighs.

“Sorry I was late,” she whispered, looking into the Hurricane’s handsome smile.

The Hurricane laughed, “No, no you’re not,” hugging her girl and rubbing her ass,

“Not yet, that is…”

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This is a story about a neighbor of mine named Onica that I have had a steady fuck-buddy relationship with since we met. She was of Native American and Brazilian heritage with piercing blue eyes and dark autumn hair which she wore long and straight. She was several inches taller than I was and while not very “thick” or accentuated in the right places, I could honestly compare her to a dark skinned Emily Deschanel.

Onica and I met when I was attempting to carry a box full of personals and a few other fairly big boxes. I came around the corner and bumped into her, dropping my box of sex toys and bondage equipment. I was a little embarrassed, but Onica didn’t seem to mind; she kindly helped me pick them up and introduced herself while handing me one of my silver nipple clamps. She smiled and joked if she could use them sometime.

A few nights later I ran into her at a local gathering that the condo puts on every week. We had a few drinks and got to talking. I learned that she was divorced and seeking a playmate. After the gathering was over, we headed back up to my condo. We sat in my living room and watched some TV; there was a really sleazy movie on. As the movie progressed, Onica had leaned against me and I had put my arm around her. She started to rub my leg, as I was running my fingers through her hair. She said that it felt nice and to keep doing it. It wasn’t her hair that I wanted to be stroking. I think she read the signs and asked me if I wanted to screw. I could not decline such a delicious offer.

By this time, in my early forties, this wasn’t my first encounter with a woman and it didn’t seem to be hers either. Onica mentioned that she was a little tired so she got up but instead of leaving she turned towards and sauntered escort istanbul into the master bedroom. After I had turned the TV off and locked the door, I followed in suit. When I entered my room, there was Onica sprawled out on my bed in a nice tight black open breasted bodice and a leather thong. Just looking at her made me wet. I started to undress when I felt two soft yet skilled hands help me with my blouse and bra.

She proceeded down to my pants after taking off my shirt, bra and released my perky 38D breasts. Taking off my pants revealed a red lace G-string. Onica stood back to take in the beauty of my succulent body. We then went to the bed. She caressed my shoulder and then guided my face and lips towards her own. Kissing Onica was magnificent. She was soft and deliberate, giving yet demanding. The kiss was long and passionate. As I was kissing her I busied myself fondling and pinching the nipples of her supple 34C tits.

After awhile Onica asked me where I put the box of toys I had when we first met. I smiled wickedly at her before I got up and walked over to my dresser and pulled open the top dresser drawer revealing my collection of dildos, nipple clamps, whips, handcuffs, ball gags, and some assorted food products. Onica just giggled with glee at the site of all my toys. I called her over and told her to pick out a toy of her choice. She took out my 10″ black colored dildo and a pair of handcuffs. I chose that pair of silver butterfly nipple clamps. When I turned around to go back to the bed Onica was already using the dildo on herself. Just watching her work that 10″ black dildo in and out of her heavenly snatch made me unbelievably wet.

I lay on the bed beside her and inserted two fingers into my fatih escort waiting pussy. Every so often between moans we’d kiss; I’ve never seen a girl work a dildo so well and the way she used that tongue, my god. After she came to a screaming orgasm and I in suit, she turned the dildo on me. As she was working me with the dildo I attached the nipple clamps to her and took the clamped nipple into my mouth. Onica paused what she was doing with the dildo long enough to handcuff me to my own bed, and then she went back to driving the rubber prick into my ever so eager pussy.

After a few minutes Onica took the dildo out of my snatch and propped my ass up with a pillow. She found my K-Y-jelly on my bed stand and lubed up my asshole. When she was satisfied with the lube job she inserted the dildo into my asshole sending me over the edge in torrents of multiple orgasms. Onica quickly redirected her attention to my drenched cunt. The feeling of her hot breath, the use of her skillful tongue and the dildo in my ass was driving me crazy. I was bucking wildly trying to drive the dildo further up my ass and also trying to bury her face deeper into my needy cunt. After about three or four orgasms Onica kissed and nibbled her way up to my lips giving me a long succulent kiss and returned to my breasts, where she sucked and nibbled on them.

She got up and walked over to my dresser, grabbed the chocolate sauce, and then came back to my bed. Once back at the bed she went back to playing with my nipples, she drenched them in chocolate sauce, pushing one of my tits up so as I can lick some of it off myself.

Onica, having some remains of chocolate sauce on her tongue, left a chocolaty trail all the way down to bahçelievler escort my pussy along my tummy. I started to moan and squirm, confessing to Onica that I need a nice juicy snatch in my mouth; she didn’t object. She undid the handcuffs from the headboard and handcuffed me instead to her ankle. I started at her chocolate covered toes and slowly dragged my hot, moist tongue up her calf and then to the inside of her thigh. Licking around her thong, I switch from side to side pulling the sides of her thong down and then eventually getting it off. I licked and dragged my tongue around her cunt; it was starting to drive her crazy. She was begging and pleading with me to eat her out.

I lightly ran my tongue over her heavenly snatch every few passes I darted my tongue into her moist hole. She couldn’t take it anymore, she grabbed me by the back of the head and drove my face into her pussy, and the taste was divine. I shoved my tongue as far down in her hole as possible, when I retracted my tongue, I nibbled, licked, and sucked on her delicious clit. I took the dildo from the side of the bed and rammed it into her cunt, rolled her on her stomach and started to ream her ass each time pushing her forward causing the dildo to fuck her and I took care of her ass. While I was working her, my fingers once again found their way to my pussy. So I tongued her ass, I fingered my snatch. We both came in torrents. I removed the dildo and positioned myself so as that I could finger her ass and lap up her juices at the same time.

It would be a very interesting and fun-filled night that concluded sometime between two and three a.m. When we were both spent we put our toys away, showered, and went to bed in each others arms.

Our friendship is a very healthy one. We would fuck every now and again, but that changed when I moved back south. It was nice. Neither one of us had designs on the other’s independence. There was no drama and the sex was what it was. No strings attached. Although, I will admit that rope was involved a few times.

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I was walking down the beach. It seemed quite secluded and I wondered if I wandered onto a private beach, but I continued to walk. I was about to turn around when out of the corner of my eye I see a woman standing on a balcony barely clad in a tiny swim suit. It was purple, or so I thought. This woman was thin and long legged, but that’s about all I could see from this distance. I kept walking, but I couldn’t get that image out of my mind. When I got to the end of this segment of beach, I saw a sign that said, “Private beach: Please keep out.” Oh well, I thought.

I guess this was a good time to say that I had won a 7 day vacation on this very private, very secluded island resort. There were very few houses; they seemed more like summer houses or bungalows. I figured there were a few rich people that had houses here which would explain the private beach.

I went back to the hotel after stretching my legs from the long flight. I sat out on the patio of the hotel because I like to watch people however, I just could not get that woman out of my mind. She wasn’t like anyone that I had ever found attractive and yet….. I just can’t explain it.

When a waiter came by, I asked about the beach and he said, “Yeah I know where it is, that whole section is owned by Old Lady J and I’m surprised that she didn’t call the cops on you for walking across her beach.” All I could think was, she was NOT an old lady, or maybe that was not her. I decided to retire to my room for the night, and just relax after the long trip, but I just could not get her off of my mind. I thought about her until I went to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and felt much better. I went down after cleaning up and sat on the patio again. I was going to take in some sun before it got too hot. I was sitting there with a glass of iced tea, watching people, and daydreaming all the while. I looked down the street and there was this frumpy old woman walking somewhat towards me. I wasn’t really paying attention until I realized that she was headed right at me.

She stopped and said, “If I catch you on my beach again without permission I will call the cops on you, but if you really want to ask, and I give you permission, I wouldn’t care if you walked or not.”

All I could think was that this is not the woman that I saw last night, but something about her seemed strangely familiar to me. I blew it off, but thought that I should have asked her if I could walk tonight to relieve some of the stress that I was carrying.

I just goofed off all day, swimming and laying out in the sun. I was getting a little red so I went back to my room to relax. I picked up the tourist guide for the island and flipped through it. Nothing really caught my attention and now I really wanted to go walk more than ever. I thought to myself, what would it hurt to go ask her to walk, so I got ready and headed that way.

About where I figured the beach started, also started a stone wall on the front side. There towered this amazing house that you only see in magazines. I walked through the gate and was quickly greeted by several boxers which I figured were to intimidate anyone from entering the property.

This however was not the case with me. I worked my way to the door, between playing with the boxers, I almost forgot why I was there until the long legged woman stepped out in a long white robe and asked what I thought I was doing.

“A woman approached me today and said that if I wanted to walk on her beach again I needed to ask so I came to ask.”

She looked at me inquisitively and asked. “How did you get in the gate?” Knowing what she meant but being a smart ass, I said, “I opened it and walked through,” and then I said, “Plus, I grew up around boxers so I am not afraid of them. You have some beautiful dogs. So is the lady home so I can ask permission?”

“I thought you just did ask me.”

I took a very quick double take. Was this gorgeous woman really the one that I talked to this morning? I think that she saw the question in my eyes and replied; “Yes that was me this morning. Do you want to stand out in the yard all night or are you going to do something.”

I turned to walk out the gate and she said, “Well you’ve made it this escort bayan far why not cut through the house to go to the beach.”

I turned and said, “Well if you don’t mind, but otherwise I will walk around.” She gave me a look and I walked towards her, following her into this amazing house,

We walked into a very simple and yet elegant house. There was something about this house that just sent shivers down my spine. She asked if I would you like a tour. “If you would like to show me that would be wonderful.” We walked around this big house, room after room and finally I asked, “Why did you look like an old woman today and why do locals call you Old Lady J?”

She chuckled and started to tell me. “I hate when people judge you, because of looks or how much money you have. It has kind of made me bitter over the last few years. People just assumed I was a bitch with more money than I knew what to do with so I set on my money instead of investing it in the resort like I had planned, There is very little to do because of it, so that is why people are bitter. I decided just to have a little more fun with all of this, which is why I wear the old woman get up. To top it off, people will come here, ring the buzzer at the gate which rouses the dogs and when I step out if I am still the old woman, they ask if the beautiful young woman from the balcony is here. You are the first one to ever come in the gate without buzzing. So I decided to step out and greet you as myself. I take it you are not intimidated by my wealth.”

I kind of chuckled and said, “I won this trip from a contest. I admired you and the place from the beach last night, and thought if you got it, flaunt it. After I talked to you this morning I thought, I should have asked you if I could walk tonight, but I am glad now that I didn’t because I would have missed this opportunity to talk to you and find out a little bit about you and look at your amazing house.”

There were signs on several of the doors that intrigued me but I decided not to push my luck and inquire. I mostly just listened to her talk while I admired the view, plus my mind kept wandering to the view of last night. Finally, we came to the kitchen and two patio doors. She inquired if I wanted to see the back yard, and I nodded.

We walked out and there was this beautiful landscape, waterfall, stone pool and hot tub. I couldn’t help but to be in awe. Then I saw another sight that simply took my breath away. Old Lady J took her robe off and there stood this long legged goddess, in the skimpiest string bikini that you could imagine. I could tell that she did this on purpose to the trespassers on the beach that gawk at her from the beach.

“What is your name because Old Lady J certainly did not apply at this moment?” “You can call me J, it’s not like you will be around all that long anyways.”

I got the feeling that she was a lonely woman that life had crapped on her because of her money.

I really didn’t want to leave now. I was intrigued, especially in the presence of this amazing beauty and that is exactly what I told her. She kind of turned her head towards me, as if to see if I was serious. I couldn’t have been more serious, besides I had a few thoughts running through my head that I had not felt it quite some time. I finally realized that I was truly attracted to this woman, although I did not think that the feeling was mutual. I would just enjoy her company as long as she allowed me too.

We sat on the patio chatting although it was hard for me to keep my eyes where they belonged. She asked me general questions about myself and I in turn about her. Her questions kept going deeper and deeper into the personal side of my life, but I felt like she was avoiding a question because she didn’t know how to ask what she wanted to ask. She had started to ask several times but every time just asked something very simple.

After awhile she stood up and asked me if I wanted to join her in the hot tub. I replied I would love to but I don’t have my suit. Her answer was, does it look like anyone can see anything at the hot tub, and I don’t mind if you don’t mind being nude. I stood up as if to leave and then pulled off my shirt. We walked down to the istanbul escort hot tub, and she slid in with her back to me, so I undressed and slid in quickly, as I wouldn’t want to see somebody that looked like me either.

We were quiet for quite a while, until I felt her hands on my legs, and she was sliding towards me. She said, “There is something that I want to ask you, but I don’t know how.”

“So just ask. There is really nothing that you could say that will surprise me.”

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

I very plainly said, “Yes I have, and I enjoyed it very much, she taught me a lot. Why do you ask?”

She said kind of hesitantly, “Because I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since last night. You just radiate such an aura about you. Now today, you just walk in my yard like it is no big deal with 5 very intimidating dogs romping around you, and yet you are still polite but straight forward. I do not let anyone in my house, and I certainly don’t do tours, but I wanted to spend some time with you.”

I kind of chuckled and said, “All you had to do was ask, and even as Old Lady J, I would have done just as you asked. I enjoy meeting new people and you have been a real pleasure.”

She looked at me for a few moments with this deep lost look in her eyes as if trying to figure out if what I was saying was true. I meant every word so it was very easy to keep the look on my face that was obviously giving her a problem. She went to stand up and I figured that she was going to move away, now finding out what she wanted to know but keeping her eyes locked on mine, she reached up and pulled the string on her bikini top and then tossed it at me.

I laid it around my neck, never taking my eyes off of her, although letting my eyes wander and then locking them again with hers, developing a smile on my face that said I enjoyed what I was seeing. She then moved towards me and straddling my lap, not saying a word, she kissed me. I was slightly taken aback and yet it was like magic. I waited to see if she was going to pull away, and I started to let my hands wander over the top half of her body. I pulled away slightly to nibble on her neck, and drape kisses across her collar bones. I was lost in an intoxicating position with a beautiful woman that was absolutely and surprisingly amazing.

I was really starting to get hot, heat wise so I asked if we could move to the pool to cool off. I stood up holding her and then let her slip off my body into the water. She pulled at her bikini bottoms string and draped it around my neck with the other and then stepped out of the hot tub. I lingered a moment to enjoy the sight, then followed her over. I was still wearing my boy shorts as I don’t think anyone should have to see me naked.

She seemed kind of shocked but let it be as I dove into the pool. She came to meet me and wrapped her body around mine as we embraced in a passionate, hot, steamy kiss. I was totally focused on her, so I carried her over to the stairs and sat her down, making it easier to worship her amazing form and features. She was simply designed and made, right down to a small mouth with thin lips and yet she was so intoxicating that I could not get enough.

I lifted her out of the water enough to turn, sit down, and sit her on my lap. I then went to work on her boobs which although were not large like mine floating on the water, were almost perky with small nipples that just begged to be sucked and drawn out. I was lost in what I was doing and she was writhing in my arms. This went on for the longest time, but at this point I didn’t care if I ever got to her snatch or not. All I really wanted to do was cuddle with her; making her feel like the beautiful woman that she is not the one she has hidden away from the world.

I could tell that she was getting cold so I asked her if she wanted to get out and go back to the hot tub, or if she wanted me to leave as it was dark and I had no clue what time it was. She stood up on unstable legs and I was pretty sure that she had enjoyed that moment but it would not go on. It was just a fleeting moment.

She stepped out and grabbed a towel, and then she motioned for me. As I stepped out she handed escort me a towel. She told me, “Follow me through the side door as it was no one’s business who I am with if they are too stupid to find out themselves who I really am.”

I inquisitively said, “And who are you?”

She pinned me up against the wall and kissed me deeply for several breath-taking moments. “I am a woman that has not been with a man in a very long time, and in the short time you have been here, I have felt more than I think I ever have and now I want you to complete this moment in time with a mind blowing orgasm before I blow up in sheer unadulterated desire.”

She took my hand and led me to the master bath with this monstrous glass shower that could be described as nothing short of amazing. We stepped in and she turned on the water to a warm yet firm shower that practically made me weak in the knees. I took a sponge and started to work her over.

When I was finished, I started to massage her back as the water poured over her. I couldn’t help it anymore so I started placing kisses on her neck and then worked my way down. The kisses were combined with a massage that was sheer bliss for both of us. Finally she grabbed my hands, implying that I stand up. She then pinned me up against the wall and proceeded to mimic exactly what I had done to her in her own way. She got to my boy shorts and tried to pull them down as she worked me over. I went to stop her hands but she gave me a look.

I said, “I never expect anyone to touch me, I am not worth it.”

She stood up and turned away from me not knowing how to respond I am sure. I stripped down against my better judgment as my shorts were sliding anyways. I went behind her, whispering in her ear. “It is not you, it is me. Please don’t let this ruin our evening.”

She turned to me and said, “That is just how I feel.” She then turned off the water, and grabbed two towels. We dried off in near silence so I kind of figured that the evening was over, but then she took my hand and led me to her master bedroom.

It is almost as beautiful as she is and I couldn’t wait to show her just how beautiful I think she is. I would deal with my own trials as they came up. We climbed onto her king sized bed, slipping underneath the covers and just curled up with each other. It was the most peaceful feeling, and so relaxing to settle us both down. We must have both felt calmer about the same time because she was rubbing my leg as I was letting my hand roam her belly.

Within mere moments we were once again intertwined in each other’s arms. We were fighting for who would get control first. I had to win this one to show her how I feel at this moment, make her feel at the top of the world and get myself jacked up so if anything were to happen, I could let it. I finally got her laid back with my hand between her legs and then moved into a more dominant position. I played for a bit and then got down to business.

I was alternating between hand and tongue to give her all that I had at this point, till she was more comfortable with me. She came numerous times and when I finally let her up she quickly got up but this was on purpose so that I could slid underneath her and really eat her pussy. This would give my tongue direct access into that nice slick hole.

I didn’t even think that this left me wide open and vulnerable to an attack on my pussy. I was of course very well lubed by this point from turning her on. I kind of jerked when I felt a finger tracing my pussy lips, but I figured turnaround was fair play so I put my focus back on her pussy. I was trying to ignore the fact that she was getting brazenly more bold working my pussy and now she had her mouth on clit and I eased the grip I had around her legs. When I did, she sprang away only to assume the position between my legs.

I wanted to roll away, but I didn’t want to hurt her so I got a hold of the bars on the head board and let her play. She obviously did what felt good to her and I gave her a few small hints when she was almost in the right spot but not quite. My first orgasm came and then they just flowed one after another after that. We went back and forth for hours until neither of us could take anymore. We had exhausted every position one of wanted to do, and were out of juice. We curled back up in each other’s arms. As we drifted off to sleep, she said thank you, and I just smiled. I had once again made someone feel good about themselves.

To Be Continued…

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Chapter 5

I ran into the darkness and felt as though I could run forever, that my energy was boundless. If I had wings I would have flown. I tore through the camp in the moonlight. The sun had long since set, I had missed dinner but Lios would not notice, we ate in a large gaggle in the center of camp, he would not assume that I had been absent. I slowed when I approached my end of the camp, finally out of breath. I stopped for a moment and caught my breath, wiping my forehead of the sweat. Finally calm, I approached the wagon and the tent pitched behind it. I attempted to be stealthy and enter quietly but when I pulled the flap back, I saw that a lamp was still lit.

“Finally back I see,”

For the first time I could remember, Lios’ voice struck a panic in me. I entered the tent, knowing there was no way out of this situation. When he glanced at me in the light I saw his expression change from a simmering anger to a rage. He bit his lip.

“What did I tell you?” He growled, approaching me, I could tell he was trying not to be overly loud. “I told you to avoid the boys and what do you do? You show up in the middle of the night with your hair down after missing dinner.”

I felt my mouth gape in horror, I reached up to my neck to find I had forgotten to put my hair back up. My entire excuse had just gone out the window, I was now completely unarmed for this.

“Shit,” Lios said, pacing with one hand on his head, he turned back to me, “Who was it?”

He was inches from my face and moving closer,

“Who was it?” his voice was barely audible, he enunciated every word.

I was silent, he waited. All I could hear was the sound of him breathing heavily.

“I wasn’t out with a boy.” I said simply, my gaze had turned to the floor, I was terrified of what might happen if I looked him in the eye.

“Ok, then who? What were you out doing so late?”

I hesitated, feeling myself wanting to lie but knowing that whether or not I did, it would result in the same amount of trouble. I shook my head.

“No? No, what? Why won’t you tell me what happened?”

He was interrogating me and I was getting frustrated.

“I know you’re not going to be happy hearing about it.”

He paused, staring at me,

“What did you do? Just be honest with me.”

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, he was trying to calm down, I could hear it in his voice. I broke down knowing that I couldn’t tell him the truth without it hurting both of us.

“Nova,” he said calmly, putting his giant hands on my shoulders as I sobbed, “Did something happen? Are you alright?”

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

“Nothing happened, I’m ok.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“I met someone,” I just blurted out, “the woman in blue.”

I felt his hands tighten on my shoulders for a moment, almost painfully. He must have become aware of this, his grip loosened and he dropped his hands to his sides where they balled into fists.

“And what happened?” he was still making words but his face was fixed in a scowl.

I was looking him in the eye but I had lost my ability to talk. I wanted to make words, to express what had happened, but I was so embarassed I couldn’t. My eyes fell back to the floor.

“That’s all I need to know,” he said, walking past me, out of the tent, into the darkness.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked, horrified that he was going to return to Skye and all I would find tomorrow would be a corpse.

“I’m going to have a little chat,”

I ran after him out of the tent,

“Stay here,” he growled, I wasn’t about to leave him with Skye, “Nova, stay here!” he yelled. His voice raised for the first time since I’d known him and it scared me to the point of stopping. I sobbed in the darkness as he walked off. What had I done? What had I gotten myself into? What would happen to Skye and the others? I couldn’t stand here and wait to find out, I had to go. I had started this mess and I had to fix it. I ran after him in the darkness, praying I would reach them before Lios did. I was out of breath from crying and running and had stopped a good 50 feet from the tent where I had left Skye not too long ago. I looked up to see Lios at the opening of the tent, holding a lantern. Fear suddenly ran through me that he might just toss the lantern into the tent and say that a fire had broken out. But my imagination had run off, he stood patiently at the door of the tent and I saw Skye emerge, amazingly unveiled, from the tent. The two of them walked from the tent out behind the wagons and towards a dune. I ran after them, following the lantern up the dune. I ran until my lungs felt as though they would collapse, and then I ran some more. I couldn’t stop until I knew Skye was safe. They were standing only a few feet from each other, screaming. escort istanbul

“How can you be so shallow? You knew exactly what we were the moment you let us in!”

“I didn’t know you were predators and you were going to seduce my daughter!”

I ran straight into the middle of the conversation and stood between them, facing Lios with my arms out.

“It’s not her fault,” I managed, panting frantically

“Bullshit! I’m supposed to believe that you went to visit her of your own accord?”

“Considering you forbade us from meeting,” I shot back.

Lios’ face erupted in surprise before turning back to anger,

“Who told you!?” he waved his arms angrily, “Who!?”

“I did,” Skye answered from behind me, she put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me gently aside, “I thought she had a right to know the truth.”

Lios raged for a moment,

“There was a reason why!” He turned to me, pointing a finger in Skye’s direction, “There was a reason why I didn’t want you seeing these people.” he growled.

“And why’s that?” I asked, “Don’t you think I deserved to know?”

“You don’t know anything” he said simply, “You don’t understand what else is at play here.” His eyes turned to Skye and I saw the anger in his eyes.

I turned back to her, questioning,

“You agreed to the terms,” she said simply, “I simply wanted her to find freedom.”

I faced Lios, he was scowling and his eyes had fallen to the ground.

“What the hell is going on? What’s she talking about?”

“Tell her,” I heard Skye’s velvet voice say from beside me, “Tell her the truth.”

I looked to Lios, waiting. His eyes raised from the ground and looked to me, I could see the pain in the words he was about to say.

“When the Cerulean Order came to us, I knew we could benefit from having them here, there was a lot of money to be made. I was inexperienced and bad at negotiating still, Skye figured me out. She knew I wanted them to join us so she made a bargain.” he paused, looking me in the eye. “She said she wanted you, she wanted you to join them when you came of age. So I told her that you could have no contact up to that point.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“You bargained with me?”

He wouldn’t look me in the eye,

“Tell her the rest,” Skye chimed behind me.

He shook his head,

“I agreed that you would be able to choose whether or not you wanted to join them once you were old enough,” he said gruffly. “I didn’t want you joining them, becoming a part of that. I wanted you to have a normal life, to have the chance to live a good life. I afforded you all the chances to learn and take up a profession because I wanted something better for you.”

His eyes were earnest, I could see tears welling up. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, I couldn’t hold back my own tears.

“I’m sorry, father.”

“As am I,” he said, releasing me, he wiped tears from my face, “I should have never agreed to such terms. I broke the most important rule, to never bargain with something you are not willing to lose.”

I sobbed, I knew he truly loved and cared about me, even though I was not his flesh and blood. He spoke the truth, all he had really wanted was to protect me, to give me the chance to do something I truly wanted, not be condemned to a single path. How would I ever explain to him that I was freely choosing that path?

“I love you, father,” I said, still crying, I kissed his cheek. “But I have to choose.”

He was suddenly solemn, tears still running down his face. I released him and turned to Skye.

“What will happen if I choose to go with you?”

“You will be taught our ways, our methods, and then stay with us for the next 10 years.”

“After that?”

“You are free to do as you please, you may stay or you may return to your previous life.”

“Do you plan on staying with the caravan?”

She nodded,

“We have no intentions of leaving, unless Lios decides otherwise.”

“Will I still be free to do as I please when I’m not being instructed?”

“Yes, your time is your own, you are under no restriction outside of instruction.”

I turned back to Lios, but he already knew what I was planning.

“I see you made your choice,” he wiped his face and looked me in the eye, “Do as you like, you are now an adult. Just know that if you ever need anything, you are always my daughter.”

He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my head gently.

“Thank you, father,”

He released me,

“You know where to find me.”

I turned and walked back toward Skye.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked, “Absolutely certain?”

I nodded,

“Yes.”

“You may stay with your father this last night, then you will come live with us, understand?”

I nodded.

“Tomorrow then,” she said, turning and beginning the walk back to her tent.

Lios had walked up behind me,

“We should head back as well.”

I followed him back to our tent, he said nothing, I didn’t even know where to start with what to say, so I decided the best plan of action was to bayan escort remain silent. We entered the tent, he walked straight to his bed and sat down, facing away from me. I began changing.

“Do you understand what you’ve gotten yourself into?”

I stopped but remained silent,

“One day, Nova, when you have your own children, you will understand what it is like to want to protect them.”

I continued in silence before lying down in bed and pulling a blanket over me.

Lios sat in silence, staring at the side of the tent with the lamp burning. It was still burning when I fell asleep. I wish I had known then, had I been able to understand and grasp what horrible pain he was going through when I told him what I did. I still can’t say that I have the insight to understand entirely, but I think I grasp it somewhat better now. The pain, the disappointment, the huge letdown of investing so much time and energy into giving someone something only to discover that they do not really want it. Still, I would not have chosen differently, nor would I wish that on anyone, to have to choose something that makes them unhappy when there is clearly something that would make them happy waiting on the other side of a difficult decision.

The next day, when I awoke, Lios was gone, off tending to his many duties. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Morning sunlight baked the tent and rays of sunlight poured through the small space between flaps at the opening. Last night felt like a dream turned nightmare and for a few moments I wondered whether it had really happened. I dressed and began packing. I didn’t have much to pack up, a few changes of clothes and some bathing supplies. I heard the tent flap and I turned to see Lios coming in,

“You’re up, good, Skye is looking for you,”

I stood and grabbed my bag of packed belongings.

“I’m on my way out now,” I said simply and began to walk towards the flap.

“Wait,”

I turned and saw him approaching me, he reached for a pocket and produced a single gold ring. He held it between two fingers and took one of my hands.

“This is the first thing I ever traded for,” he said, slipping it on one of my fingers, “It was going to be my gift to you when you became the leader of the caravan, but now I just want you to have it, as something to remember me by.”

I dropped my bag and hugged him,

“How can you think I will ever forget my father?”

he chuckled, hugging me back,

“Just don’t forget where you came from.” he said releasing me.

“Some awful town infected with the plague, got it.”

He laughed,

“Be safe and be careful, Skye is very good at what she does, I know she will take good care of you.”

I nodded, picking back up my bag and heading out of the tent. The sunlight blinded me at first but I blinked away the blindness as my eyes adjusted and noticed a blue figure standing next to our wagon about 20 feet away. I headed towards her,

“Follow me,” she said, it wasn’t Skye this time, but I followed as she led me to the tent I had been in last night. She stood to one side and held the flap open for me and I walked in to the familiar earthy smell.

“Where should I go?” I asked

“Head towards the back,” she replied, pointing to the back of the tent, “Many of these are unclaimed.”

I stepped over the beds and dropped my things by what seemed like a vacant bed. She approached me and looked me up and down,

“We need to get you some new clothes,” she shook her head, “But first lets get you introduced and started on some basics. My name is Embry” she did a curtsy of sorts, “I’m currently the only one not working, everyone else is out at the moment, one of us needs to stay back and ensure the safety of the tent and the wagon, today that is me.”

“Do you have to be veiled all the time?”

“No, but you haven’t been officially initiated yet, so I can’t reveal myself to you.”

“Where’s Skye?”

She laughed,

“You will be very fortunate if you can get a hold of her before sundown, she is a very busy woman.”

“So what exactly needs to be done around here? Or are you going to teach me something?”

“Since you haven’t been initiated, I can’t say much, so today will be mostly chores and basic delivery.”

“Alright, what needs to be done?”

And that was the start of my day of busy work. I retrieved food stores from the vendors, cleaned beds, fed the horses, and did some wagon maintenance. I was busy hammering out some metal for a wagon wheel when a hand lit on my shoulder.

“What are you up to?” The velvet voice asked,

I turned, smiling, to face those familiar green eyes and blue veil.

“I met Embry and she’s kept me hard at work,” I said, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of one arm, “You have a bad wheel, so I thought I’d might as well fix it.”

“Take a break and come eat lunch with me,”

I couldn’t have dropped what I was doing any faster, I followed her into the tent where the other women were sitting.

There was a groan when I entered and a bunch of women fussing to find their veils.

“Relax,” Skye’s voice punctuated istanbul escort bayan the movement, “She is our newest initiate, your secret is safe with her.”

They all sighed and put down their veils, resuming their lunch. Skye removed her own veil, shaking out her hair as she dropped it onto a bed.

“This is Embry,” she pointed to a fair skinned girl with brown hair.

“Dammit, now she knows what I look like,” Embry said gruffly

“Oh shut up,” the girl next to her said, “She was going to figure it out sooner or later,”

Skye pointed to the girl who had spoken, she had dark hair and mid toned skin,

“Miras,” she moved to a slightly older woman, probably somewhere in her mid to late 30s, she was also a blonde with lighter skin and blue eyes, “Lena,” the woman waved with one hand, eating with the other. “Then there’s Mitra and Thenra, they’re twins,” there were two women in their mid twenties with dark complexions similar to myself but they too had piercing blue eyes, one had shoulder length hair, the other had a long ponytail, respectively. They didn’t respond, only continued eating. “Have a seat,” Skye said, gesturing to the floor. I sat at the end near the twins.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Nova,” I said simply. Mitra, the shaggy haired one, nodded.

“They don’t talk much,” Miras said simply, “Kind of the quiet type.”

“I see.”

Skye returned from outside holding some fruit and a couple wrapped sandwiches, she came in and sat next to me, handing me a sandwich and a piece of fruit.

“How are you doing with this?” she asked me, very intent on her food. Mine was already in my mouth, I hurriedly swallowed it so I could answer.

“I’m doing alright, but I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes?” she took a small bite of her food.

“Is there any way I could continue working with the smith? Or maybe even just dancing or swordsmanship? I want to keep up my skills in those fields.”

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your learning here, I don’t see an issue, just know that you cannot discuss your work here.”

I nodded,

“Of course, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Don’t overwork today,” she said simply, taking another bite of her sandwich, “tonight is the official ceremony and you’re going to need your energy.”

I felt my heart sink into my stomach with anticipation. I couldn’t deny that I was excited for what might come, I secretly hoped it would involve Skye.

“I’ll make sure I don’t overwork then.” I said simply, beginning to eat the piece of fruit, I had devoured the sandwich. She turned to me and gave me a devilish grin, I thought for a moment I could see some excitement in her eyes as well.

“Not sure what’s going on over here, but I feel some sparks!” I heard Embry say from the other side of the group.

“You know, just because we have sex all the time, doesn’t mean we always have to be pervy!” Miras harassed her, “Haven’t you ever heard of friendship?”

“That is not a look of friendship…” Lena added, without looking up from her sandwich.

“I have to go,” Skye said abruptly, hearing the chatter among the other women, she tossed the piece of fruit to me, “You might need this more than I do.”

“Good luck and be careful,” I said to her, then realized just how personal that sounded, “All of you,” I said turning to the group, trying to sound less attached. They all began to get up and put their veils back on. Skye took a moment to tidy up, the other women headed out. I turned to clean off the beds when I felt two arms wrap around my stomach and gentle kisses on my neck. I chuckled, wrapping my arms over hers, I looked over my shoulder, her green eyes soft, gentle for once. I didn’t want her to go, and I didn’t want her to let me go. I leaned in and kissed her softly, she released me.

“I have to go,” she grinned, pulling her veil over her face, “I’ll see you tonight.”

I nodded,

“See you.”

She was out the flap and gone before I knew it. I turned back to resume working and saw Embry before me, she was standing with her arms crossed, looking at me critically.

“That explains a lot.”

Again, I felt the urge to lie, but I knew it would get me nowhere, I was still a horrible liar. Perhaps the truth was less threatening. I shrugged,

“It is what it is,” I said as I walked past her to continue my work, I could feel my face burning, I was thankful for my dark complexion, it hid some of the redness in my face. But I couldn’t deny, some of it was lust, some was love, and some was pride.

Chapter 6

The sun was going down and as it did my anticipation was rising. The sky was tinted with an orange hue as the sun descended below the horizon line, beneath the dunes surrounding our camp. I had occupied myself with sweeping out the wagon of the finer sand that had accumulated inside it. Their wagon was a curious thing, it was wider than most of ours with space for far more than 6 or 7 of us, I figured I knew why. The floor was carpeted with a fine oriental rug, made of bright reds and yellows, it seemed fairly new. There was sleeping space for about 14, or so I counted, the interior of the wagon was made from mahogany and innately ornamented in places. They clearly were not at a loss for funds if they could afford such a big, grandiose wagon. I heard a clicking tongue behind me and expected to see Embry’s critical face staring back at me when I turned.

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