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*Author’s note – I apologise to readers for the conspicuous lack of sex in this instalment. But there is plenty of it coming, pretty soon.*

*****

“I mean… you would, wouldn’t you?”

Dan gave a quiet little sigh. It was hard to know what was more clinging, the shirt on his back or the man stuck beside his elbow. He knew he shouldn’t have invited Terry in the first place, and that it was inevitable he would get saddled with him all afternoon. He looked across the yard, right in the direction of his unsubtle nod. It would be very hard to miss her, even as she stood there chatting shyly to another woman, clearly trying to be missed. He made an effort to spread his attention round a little, but his eyes kept being drawn irresistibly back to her as she fiddled with the strap of her summer dress in the heat.

Kelly had a childlike innocence that showed in her eager, sparkling eyes. She had long, shimmering dark hair that flowed down to her shoulders, right out of a commercial, and gleaming white teeth. But there was something gawky and self-conscious about her, an adolescent grin that became anxious when she was overwhelmed and trying to fit in, as was clearly the case now. Dan reminded himself that at the age of twenty-one she wasn’t far out of adolescence anyway. He tried to think back to that age himself, to sympathise with how she was feeling, and was worried at how hard it was to recall already.

“Well… yeah, I would,” he finally conceded. “But she’s very, very off-limits, for obvious reasons.”

“Does Tina have her over to the house?”

“Lots of times.”

“And you’ve never tried to show her that ‘new room’ upstairs? Given her a ride home and, y’know… stopped off somewhere?” Terry gave a slightly drunken swivel of the head. The glass in his hand had somehow managed to remain half-full ever since he’d picked it up.

Dan shook his head. “Tina’s not that dumb. And neither is Kelly. You think she’d find me so irresistible that she’d spread her legs the moment we were alone? They get on so well that I’d practically be breaking up the two of them.”

“Well, seems a pity she’s not spreading her legs for somebody. She got a boyfriend?”

Dan looked at him in bemusement. “What are you, matchmaker or something? Or are you gonna try and make a move on her?”

“Just curious.”

“No, I don’t think so. If she had Tina would have mentioned it.” At that very moment, as though responding to her name, he saw Tina approach him on her way back to the house. He gave her a brief smile and she brushed past him with the thinnest of smiles in return, hardly glancing in his direction. He looked back at Terry, who raised his eyebrows.

“Amazing how all wives become great lip readers, huh Dan?” He laughed and drained his glass, and Dan scoped the area to make sure he couldn’t refill it again.

As the last of the guests filed out of the front door that evening, Dan could tell he was in the doghouse already. Even as Tina smiled and said goodbye, all perfectly pleasant, there was a tension in her body which he had seen before. She closed the front door and as he gave a little exclamation of relief, she simply headed back into the kitchen. He followed in her wake, wondering how long it would last.

They set to work clearing up the chaos on the table and the counter. After a few minutes, Tina finally broke the awkward silence. “You know, you don’t have to encourage him.”

“Who?”

She looked at him scathingly. “Who do you think? Your pal from the store, Terry. I don’t know why you wanted him here anyway.”

“He’s helped me out at work a lot recently. He’s done me a few favours, I thought I owed him something. And he’s not that bad.”

“He’s an ass, Dan. Just so you know.” Tina bent down and jammed a plate into the dishwasher for emphasis. “I can’t believe you just stood there with him ogling Kelly like it was nothing. Like I wouldn’t notice!”

“I wasn’t ogling her,” he said calmly. “He was doing that all by himself. I just happened to be looking in the same direction.”

“Right,” she said softly, shaking her head. “You know if you really felt like it, there were plenty of girls there that you can letch over besides Kelly. You don’t have to pick on her.”

“Oh come on! You seriously think I was ‘picking on’ her?”

Tina straightened up, drumming her fingers on the counter top. She gave a sigh, throwing her head back on her shoulders. “No.” She turned to look at him properly, her arms folded defensively across her stomach. “No, I don’t. But I do know the way you look at her. I was never going to miss that.”

Dan’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. If he hadn’t felt so under attack, he would have noticed that her tone wasn’t as accusatory as it might have been. But his defences were up immediately. “Look at her, what do you mean, look at her? You have her over here all the time. I can hardly avoid her, can I? What do you want me to do?”

Tina stared at him, seks hikayeleri her face frozen. Her lip trembled, like there was something she wanted to say but couldn’t quite summon the nerve. Eventually she shook her head again. “Forget it. Just forget it. Come on, let’s finish this.” She picked up a set of pans and started to fill the sink, and Dan was left with little choice but to follow her example. He stared at her as they worked, wondering what on earth her problem was. He didn’t get an answer.

They spent a couple of hours in the living room watching TV, Tina sat on her own in an armchair staring vacantly at the screen. She made a couple of comments about what they were watching, but otherwise stayed tight-lipped. Dan sat awkwardly on the couch, knowing that she could get in a mood now and then but nothing quite as bizarre and enduring as this. He was relieved when she got up and abruptly went to bed early. He waited a long time before he followed, hoping that she’d calmed down and returned to normal.

When he got into the bedroom it was in darkness, faint light spilling in from the street outside. Tina was sat on her side of the bed, her knees pulled up to her chest underneath the covers. She was staring downwards, lost in her own thoughts. Dan walked over to his side, switched on the bedside lamp and sat down gently on the bed. “Look,” he said eventually, after a long silence. “I’m sorry if I did something stupid. But honestly, I didn’t mean anything. And I don’t have any designs on Kelly, I promise.”

Tina shook her head, curling up into an even tighter bundle. She spoke in a low, crushed voice. “You don’t understand. I know you haven’t got a crush on her, I’m not an idiot. It’s just, seeing you standing there watching her… I mean God, it’s not like I can blame you…”

Dan shuffled closer to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “What is it?”

She turned to look at him, and in the light he could see her eyes were red-rimmed and glistening. “It’s me, OK?” She ran a hand through her hair and gave a deep sigh. “I’m the one with the crush on her.”

He was so floored that he didn’t know what to say. He stared at her in silence for a moment, and she gave a sarcastic little nod. “Yeah. You weren’t expecting that, were you?” That was the first sign of her old spark returning, but she was still hurting, and vulnerable in a way he had never seen before. She was not a woman who got downtrodden or disheartened easily, not in all the time he had known her. She was outspoken, confident, her features large and expressive and a personality to match. Now she seemed lost, and it was so distressing to him that his first priority was to reassure her, before he could even begin to digest what she was saying.

He knelt beside her and wrapped his arm round her as she continued, the words pouring out. “I didn’t mean it to happen, I didn’t,” she pleaded, as though he had accused her rather than the other way round. “But you must know what it’s like when you spend so much time with a girl… it was like that with me, wasn’t it? I just looked over at her at work one day, and I thought… God, you are so beautiful it hurts. I guess I should hang out with the boys in the office more often, huh?” She looked down at the covers, her joke failing to disguise her anguish.

Dan held her for a few moments while there was nothing but silence. Then finally he spoke up. “Well… it’s not like I can criticise your taste.”

Tina gave a little laugh, rubbing her face. “Oh thanks honey. I’m glad I got your seal of approval.”

“How long have you felt like this about her?”

“I don’t know. A couple of months. I mean, it’s not love or anything,” she added quickly. “I’m not running off with her to get married.”

“I kind of figured…” She turned to look at him and he shrugged helplessly, his words not adequate to the task. “What I mean is, if you really were… I don’t think you’d have told me like this.” He wondered if he was making any sense, and from the look on Tina’s face it seemed doubtful.

“Look, I’m not making it up, OK?” she insisted, dabbing at her eyes. “I told you because it was just too painful to keep it a secret, I’m so sorry…”

He took her by the head and guided her into his shoulder. “It’s all right. Just take your time.”

“I shouldn’t have said what I did, about you and her. I know you weren’t creeping on her. But I wasn’t wrong about Terry either,” she added firmly. “I see guys like him circling round her every day at work, trying to get into her pants. I do my best to keep them away. I always thought I was looking after her, watching her back.” Tina shook her head in disbelief. “She’d be so devastated if she knew.”

Dan looked at her, remembering all the times he’d seen them coming out of work together rapt in conversation, like the rest of the world didn’t exist. The times Kelly had come over for an afternoon and they’d been thick as thieves the whole day, laughing and sex hikayeleri chatting at the dining table and on the sofa. She was such a shy girl with everyone else, he knew that from meeting her himself, but she opened up completely around Tina. She was lively and quick-witted, and not afraid to tell her private things about herself. With the benefit of hindsight it wasn’t hard to imagine how Tina could have fallen for her. But it had never occurred to him, not even when he was sitting there next to them; and it probably hadn’t occurred to Kelly either.

His curiosity got the better of him and he tried to probe a little deeper. “Is she the first woman… that you’ve felt like this about?”

“Sure, the first that you know about!” Tina exclaimed, with a sarcastic tap of the nose. “I’ve kept them quiet, I’ve paid them off…” There was a pause as she searched back through long-buried memories. “Not quite. Not exactly. But the first time was different. It was a college thing.”

She could sense that for all his quiet supportiveness, there was still an air of expectation about him as he sat there listening to her. Reluctantly, she continued. “I had a friend, not my best friend, but someone I was close to. She was in my room one night, we had a drink or two… no more than that, we weren’t hammered or anything. We knew what we were doing. We started having the talk. The kind of talk that just goes on and on, and everything comes out. Like that time at your dad’s place, when you were going to make a move on me and you got scared and bailed out, so we just talked instead. Remember that?” Dan smiled wryly. “Yeah, it was a nice evening, but I always felt like you owed me one there.

“We must have been there for three or four hours, just talking. Anyway, the subject came up; and neither of us went, ‘Oh yeah, I’d go gay for sure!’, but we didn’t say never, ever either. She was tempted, the same as I was. We reached out and we just… touched each other’s boobs.” She shrugged. “Held them, felt what they were like. I had these puppies even back then, y’know!” She reached up and grabbed at her sizeable cleavage. “That certainly got her interested. We don’t get to touch them the way you guys do. Someone’s breasts. Mine are just… there. When I had my hands on hers, hers on mine, that was the first time I really appreciated what I had.

“Anyway, after that we just lay down on my bed and slept together. But that was it,” she clarified. “We slept side by side. I don’t think either of us wanted to go any further. But the next morning, when we woke up…” Tina sighed and took a deep breath. “I could tell she just wanted out of there. She thought she’d made a mistake. She was nice about it, but it still hurt. There she was, rushing out of the door, and I was thinking… I wish we had gone further. Just a little. I wanted to know what it was like.”

“Did you ever get close to doing it again?”

Tina shook her head. “Nope. I barely even saw her again. She was never the same with me after that. Not surprising, I guess. I thought it was all my fault, and I put it behind me. I didn’t start looking at every girl around me differently. It’s not like it’s been eating me up ever since then.”

“Just for the last month,” Dan said in the quietest of voices, and she looked up at him and gave an almost silent “Yeah” in response.

“This is so bad. I supervise her. I’m responsible for her work. This could be such a mess. But if I could stop thinking about her…” Tina swept her hair back from her head and took a deep breath. “I would. I promise I would.”

Dan looked at her, wondering whether she’d been too quick to deny that she was in love. She might just have been able to dismiss a crush as a passing phase, and keep it safely stored inside her. It was obvious that she couldn’t conceal this from him any longer. It was also pretty clear that she’d expected a stronger reaction from him, something to push her one way or the other. She regarded him cautiously, curled up in her protective ball. “You’re not angry then?”

“Well I wasn’t expecting it when I woke up this morning, that’s for sure. Of course I’m surprised. But…” He waved his hands helplessly. “I can’t tell you who to be attracted to, can I? If that’s how you feel about her, you had to tell someone. Probably a good job it was me, too.”

Tina nodded, then sighed in frustration. “Oh, why are you always so… reasonable? I thought you’d hit the roof.” She gave him a long sideways glance. “Be different if I said I had a crush on a guy, wouldn’t it? You wouldn’t be so calm then.”

“No. But if it was a guy, something tells me we wouldn’t be here like this anyway.” He turned her round to face him and addressed her directly. “Look, I know this is something new for you. And it’s OK to feel weird about it. Be weird if you didn’t.” He planted a kiss on her forehead, and she slumped into his arms.

They held each other in silence for a good minute or so before Tina erotik hikayeler broke off, looking at Dan with a resigned little smile. “I guess if you ever come home one day and tell me you’ve fallen for a guy at work, I can’t really get mad at you, can I?”

“Uh, I don’t know about that. Seeing as in my case that would be Terry…”

She laughed out loud. “Yeah, good point. If I found out you had the hots for him I’d probably try to get a preacher in, save your soul, the works.” She wiped her nose, and her face regained some of its old vitality. She slumped down on the pillow, and he settled beside her. “Please forgive me,” she whispered, in the sudden quiet and darkness.

“You don’t need forgiving, honey,” Dan whispered back, and they huddled in each other’s arms and finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning when Dan woke up he found that Tina was already up and about. He found her seated at the breakfast table, huddled in her robe, staring into the distance. He made a brief show of rummaging around the cupboards before he gave up and sat down opposite her. “You feeling better?”

Tina shrugged. “A bit.” Realising that sounded a little ungrateful, she added hastily, “No, much better. Thank you. But I mean… I’ve still got the same problem, haven’t I?”

Dan leant back in his chair, inspecting his hand on the table. “I was thinking about that last night. And this morning. I had an idea.” She looked at him expectantly, her eyes widening. Unsure that it would go down well, he took a deep breath and said, “I think you should tell her.”

Tina’s face fell in dismay, and she shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t do that to her.”

“Hear me out. I’m just thinking of the alternatives here. And it seems to me that they are, you carry on saying nothing and be miserable around her – and you can’t exactly ignore her when you’re spending five days a week together, can you? – or else you try to get away. Leave. Now you don’t want to go that far, do you?”

“No, of course not…”

“It’s not like there’s a whole bunch of jobs going round here at the moment. Especially not this close to Joe’s school.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Tina snapped, waving her hands dismissively. “I’m not an idiot, I’m not going to quit or anything. But I’d be putting her in a horrible position if I told her. It would just kill her.”

“Would it?” Seeing her doubtful look, Dan reached out and placed his hands on hers. “Look, I’ve seen the two of you together plenty of times. You’re not some predator, Tina. You care about her a lot, and she knows that. She’s not going to forget it. She is twenty-one – a young twenty-one, for sure, but she’s still an adult. She can make up her own mind. I’m sure she’ll be surprised, but… it could be a good surprise. She might feel the same way as you. You’ll never know unless you try.”

“Is that what you’re hoping, huh? That we’ll jump into bed together straight away and you can get a nice view of the action, is that what you want?”

Dan looked her straight in the eye. “Do you?”

Tina couldn’t meet his gaze for very long. Her eyes dropped to the tabletop and she stared at it in silence, her body tense with conflicted emotions. Finally she murmured, “So what do I say to her then?”

“Just tell her how you feel. Honesty is the best policy.”

“That’s not always true, y’know. Just saying.” She was acting like their five-year old son, constantly playing devil’s advocate; but Dan could see why. When you want something badly enough, you put obstacles in your way to try and minimise the disappointment of not getting it.

“It will be this time,” he reassured her gently. “You just need to find the right moment.”

“Well it won’t be at work, that’s for sure,” said Tina, trying to rack her brains to think of what would be a good moment. “I guess… I usually go out with her for a drink on Tuesday night. Nothing too crazy, it’s just the two of us sitting and talking. Maybe then.” She gave a little laugh. “Seems like I’m going to need the booze to get it done, just like last time.”

“Um, you’re not the only one who’s ever needed that, honey.” That brought a smile to Tina’s face, and a little bit of tension seemed to ease out of her shoulders. She picked up Dan’s fingers and kissed them.

“Thank you.”

There was a brief silence as they gazed into each other’s eyes, before a thought occurred to Tina. “I’m going to mention you, though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Not that you put me up to it exactly, but that I’ve got your blessing. I mean that’s probably one of the first things she’s gonna worry about, so I want to set her straight. Jesus, set her straight…” She laughed and shook her head. “But I think that would make her feel better. I know she likes you.” She caught the expression on Dan’s face and added quickly, “Easy, tiger. I don’t know if she likes you, exactly. But she thinks you’re a cool guy.”

“I had no idea you even talked about me.”

“We talk about lots of stuff, sweetie. We get round to you now and then.” Tina stood up and moved round to sit on the edge of the table, still holding Dan’s arm. She stroked it affectionately, her robe dropping open to her waist. “But I promise I’ll only be saying good things about you.”

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This is a continuation of my stories entitled “Daughters of Priapus.” Although it could be read on its own, readers might find it informative to read the others first, in order to acquaint them with some of the characters that are mentioned.)

What a change there’s been in me! Two years ago, I was a frigid woman who thought that, at age fifty-eight, sexual excitement was a thing of the past, along with my periods and my maternal responsibilities. I hadn’t foreseen being seduced by the young ladies of my old sorority, or having a short but passionate affair with a mature man I’d met on a nude beach. Orgasms came to me more easily now, and I seldom let a day go by without one. After I rediscovered my libido, I took a hard look at myself, analyzing the things that prevented me from establishing relationships with men.

Sure, my breasts sagged a bit, and my thighs were thicker than they used to be. But I was still pretty fit, and Dottie, a friend of mine at the community theater, told me that my body was still “hot.” And then she proved her sincerity by asking me to stay the night so she could pleasure it. It was her idea, after all, to take me to that nude beach where I’d met Max. Although she was middle-aged, she still had an athlete’s body and firm breasts with puffy nipples and a plump vulva that she kept shaved except for a “landing strip.” With her blue eyes, auburn hair, and overall tan, she could make any man or woman her sexual slave, and I was delighted to be one of the women!

I’d slept with her a few times after that, but when she started a relationship with Greg, a man in his thirties who directed many of our plays, her interest in me began to wane. We’d still sleep together once in a while, but not as often as before. She’d made it clear that she wanted cock as well as pussy, and I assured her that she had every right to keep us both as lovers, with no hard feelings. I couldn’t blame her; while I enjoyed Lesbian sex, I still felt the need to be pleasured by a hard cock once in a while.

Dottie and I even joked about having a threesome someday, but I doubted that Greg would find me attractive. I confess that I found him quite appealing; he was well-built, with dark skin, strong hands, brown curly hair that he wore long, and a well-trimmed beard. He had a ready smile and an active mind, and had often accompanied us to a local bar after our plays were over. But as far as I knew, his interest in me was strictly Platonic. To be sure, I’d seen his eyes stray to my cleavage and widen when I would lean forward to expose some tit during those times when we shared a drink at a bar, but all men do that, I think. It’s hard-wired into them.

Since I didn’t have a steady man in my life, I took to visiting my friends at my old sorority house. On a recent visit there, one of the girls introduced a form of masturbation to me that she called “ice play.” It involved using ice cubes on my engorged clit, oversized inner labia and long nipples to deaden the nerves. When those parts warmed up again, the sensation was exquisite, particularly if the warming was done by a skillful tongue. When I got home, I often used the cubes in conjunction with other toys. It even got to where I was putting dildoes into the freezer to chill them. The frisson of a cold hard tool slipping into my warm vagina always turned me on, but they always warmed up as fast as I got them inside me, so the effect wasn’t as strong as I’d hoped.

Well, it might have ended there if it hadn’t been for the balloons. We needed some balloons for a prop in one of the plays, but when we blew them up, they were so light that any breeze would waft them around the set. Then one of the guys suggested filling one with water. It worked like a charm! Not only did it stay put, but it wouldn’t deflate over time, the way an air-filled balloon would. So we set about filling up the rest of them. One of the prop girls laughed as she filled one of the longer, more slender balloons. When it was about eight inches long and about four inches in circumference, she said, “Why, this looks like my boyfriend’s dick! See the curve?”

“I hope his dick gets a little harder than that!” I replied as I gave it a squeeze. We laughed and continued to fill the remainder of the balloons, but the thought had been planted in my mind: what if I bought some balloons, partially filled them with water, froze them, and used them for dildoes? They’d melt in my vagina, but they’d stay cold for a long time. It was worth a try!

And try I did. I bought a bag of the long, slender kind of balloon and filled one to about the size I wanted, and then put it in the freezer. When I checked it the next day, I found to my surprise that it had gotten bigger. Of course! Ice expands as it forms! After a few more experiments, I found the proper amount to fill the balloon to produce the dimensions I wanted. I called my new toy the “Cocksicle” and made several of them.

I began to play with these toys on a regular basis. The stinging shock of sliding it into my sheath was like that of diving into a pool of seks hikayeleri cool water. I found out that the sensation of cold alone wouldn’t trigger an orgasm, but if I used the ice dildo for a while and then switched it for a regular one, the second dildo would seem to be extremely warm in comparison, even warmer than a man’s cock. As the numbness of my vaginal walls subsided, the relative warmth and motion of the second dildo would never fail to produce a climax.

At first, was afraid that the Cocksicle would freeze my vagina and maybe even stick; the stories of children who licked frozen poles and got their tongues stuck ran through my mind. So I coated the dildo with lubricant, and this worked well, but the toy would soften as the ice melted, and I didn’t like how squishy it felt. But then I found that it wasn’t necessary to leave the balloon in place. If I stripped the balloon off the dildo, leaving the ice; the melting water would provide enough lubricant, and the Cocksicle would always be hard and freezing cold. Fucking myself with my Cocksicle became part of my repertoire. I didn’t do it all the time, since the sensation wears off with familiarity, but it was a wonderful treat if done sparingly, like once every week or two. It got me wondering how it might feel if I was to use it on my vagina, and then replace it with a hard, warm cock.

Greg’s “day job” involves a lot of traveling, and those are the times that Dottie and I hook up. One night when she was staying over, I showed her my new toy. She was skeptical at first, but when she saw me pleasuring myself with it, she wanted to try, too, and soon she was quivering with delight as I fucked her with the Cocksicle and then replaced it with a regular dildo, going back and forth between the two. During our post-coital cuddles, she said something that piqued my interest.

“I wish that there was something like that for guys,” she murmured.

“Why?”

“Well, Greg has this thing. He cums too soon. In me for two minutes, and he squirts, and he’s done for a while. Maybe a Cocksicle — a male version, that is — would desensitize him and slow him down a little. Plus, I’d like to see what a cold dick in me feels like.”

“Hmm. An Ice Vadge. How would you make one?”

“I dunno. Maybe make a block of ice, and drill it out to make a hole for his dick?”

“How big is his dick?”

“It’s … I don’t know! I never measured it! Six inches long, maybe a little more, but I don’t know how thick. Hey, next time we’re together, I’ll measure it, okay?”

“You do that,” I said as I kissed her. “I’ve got some ideas on how to do this.” And with that, we resumed our lovemaking, without toys this time, just our tongues and fingers on each other’s clits and nipples.

A few days later, I found a note on my desk, signed by Dottie. It read: “5-1/2 inches.”

When I got home, I started measuring the circumference of all sorts of cylindrical objects. The closest I could come to that dimension was the hub of a toilet paper roll, which was 5-1/4″. So that would have to do. I weighted it with some lead fishing weights, put it into a self-sealing baggie, and immersed it in a deep plastic bowl filled with water, which went into the freezer.

The next morning, the water had frozen hard. I had a little trouble getting the toilet paper hub out of my new toy, but realized after a second’s thought that I need only open the baggie and pour some warm water in. Then it pulled out easily, leaving a perfect cylinder of ice … an ice vagina, if you will. I returned that to the freezer, and left Dottie a note that said: “Mission accomplished! Can you get G to try it on for size?”

As it turned out, Saturday night was Greg’s birthday, and I invited him and Dottie over to my place for some celebratory drinks. We girls had planned a little surprise for him.

After the effects of the drinks were starting to show, with a little help from the joint we passed around, we repaired to the bedroom. Then Dottie and I undressed each other as Greg watched. As our slacks, blouses, panties, and bras came off and dropped to the floor, Greg stared at us with the most astonished look. He’d seen Dottie’s naked body before, of course, but not mine. I think he was surprised to see that I wasn’t in bad shape for a lady my age. I lifted my breasts by my nipples and pulled them up and out and gave them a shake. Then I squeezed them, pressed them together, and let them bounce gently as I let them fall. What shocked him the most, I think, was that it was the first time he’d seen me as a sexual person, with sexual needs, rather than as a co-worker. For the first time, I saw the look of lust in those brown eyes of his. And I liked it!

Then we stripped him, giggling like schoolgirls. As we worked, we took every opportunity to rub our hard-nippled breasts along the smooth, dark skin of his body, but that was more for our pleasure than his. The effect of our nudity on him was plain to see: his penis was sticking almost straight out. It wasn’t fully hard yet, which sex hikayeleri is just what we wanted.

“Lie on the bed, dear,” Dottie ordered him. “Ginnie, get the toy, but don’t let him see it!” I retrieved the Ice Vagina from my freezer and returned to the bedroom, where I found Greg lying face up on the bed, his eyes covered by Dottie’s hands. “Put it on him,” she said. And I did, sliding it onto his dick while Dottie removed her hands from his face.

Greg started momentarily as he felt his penis slip into the icy sheath. I had been afraid that his penis would either get harder and lock him into it, or that it would soften and not provide a tight fit. But, as it turned out, neither of those things happened, and I was able to slide the toy up and down the length of his cock as he groaned with the new sensation. Meanwhile, Dottie was lying next to us, kissing him and finger-fucking herself energetically to get herself aroused for the next step. To tell the truth, she didn’t need much arousal. I knew her body well enough by this point to discern the unmistakable changes in her eyes, her skin and muscle tone, and the wetness of her slot. Her dream of a threesome was coming true, and she was enjoying it immensely!

After a few minutes of this, I slipped the Ice Vadge off Greg’s hard member, and then Dottie straddled him and impaled herself on his cock. She yipped in surprise at the sensation of his cold penis inside her. “Ooh, it’s better than a Cocksicle!” she chirped. And then it was my turn to wank as the two of them fucked.

The effect of the ice on Greg’s cock was just what we’d hoped for. He lasted a long time, and Dottie enjoyed every minute of it, reveling in the sensation of his cock warming up inside her. I set the Ice Vadge aside and lay next to them, fondling my clit as I watched Dottie’s shapely breasts bounce up and down as she fucked him. When he came at last, with a growl and a tightening of all his muscles, I did, too. It was the first time I’d actually been in the same bed with a man and a woman making love, and it was even more erotic than the few times I’d shared orgasms with multiple women in my college days. As Greg uncoupled from Dottie, I took his softening cock, now back to normal temperature, into my mouth and licked the juices of sex off it as he gasped with pleasure. Then I did the same with Dottie’s vulva, which was oozing Greg’s tangy sperm.

Dottie still hadn’t climaxed yet, but the feel of my tongue on her now swollen clit pushed her over that precipice. She shrieked and jumped as if pinched, and I felt her legs locking around my head. Greg gazed languidly at us, still recovering from his own climax, and then took Dottie’s left breast into his hand, fondling it gently. She smiled at him, and they kissed.

Dottie finally released me from her leg-lock, and I got up to see them lying side by side, with shit-eating grins on their faces. Dottie was playing with his flaccid penis, rolling it and squeezing it. I lay on Dottie’s other side and began sucking on her right nipple as I kneaded her clitoral hood and pinched her hard clit inside its folds, which I knew she loved. Greg took the hint, and took her other nipple into his mouth, and we brought Dottie to another slow, lazy climax. I reached over Dottie’s body and grasped Greg’s penis and squeezed it gently, as his hand replaced mine on Dottie’s cunt. It was always a marvel to me how a man’s organ could be so hard and rigid and large one minute, and so soft and supple and small the next.

“God, that feeling of ice on my cock was amazing,” Greg said at last. “Never in my wildest dreams did I ever dream of that!”

“Did you ever dream of a threesome, sweetheart?” Dottie replied.

“Oh, all the time! One of my favorite fantasies! But it’s never happened to me before!”

“Thank Ginnie! It was her idea. The ice, too.”

“Not the ice,” I replied. “Dottie thought of that. I just engineered it, that’s all.”

“How long have you been making those things?” Greg asked.

“The male version? That was the first one. But I’ve been making ice dildoes for a while now. Would you like to see one?”

“Would it be too much to ask if I could see one … in action?” he said with a grin.

“What a dirty mind!” I said. “Of course you can! Let me go get one. And hand me the Ice Vadge. I’ll put it back in the freezer. In fact, I’ll put some more water in so it will be the right size again. The night’s still young.”

I excused myself and set about restoring the Ice Vadge, inserting the weighted toilet paper hub and baggie and filling the intervening space with water. I put it into the freezer, and brought out one of my Cocksicles. When I returned to the bedroom, I found Dottie giving Greg a blow job, which he was responding to in a most satisfactory way. His organ was almost at its full hardness again.

“Do you want to demonstrate,” I asked Dottie, “or shall I?”

“Me first,” she said. I handed her the Cocksicle and she slid it into her. Within minutes, she was pounding it in and out, erotik hikayeler well on her way to her second climax. Then she pulled it out and handed it to me. Spreading her legs, she barked, “Now fuck me, Greg!”

He responded with alacrity, clambering onto her and slipping his cock into her. They both stopped for a minute, each savoring the unusual sensations of a warm cock in an ice-cold cunt, and then they laughingly resumed fucking. I felt a little jealous just then, since Dottie was at that moment experiencing what I’d always fantasized about. But the Cocksicle was melting in my hand, so I employed it in my own vagina, letting its delicious chill overwhelm my senses.

Dottie climaxed almost immediately. Maybe her clitoris had suddenly become too sensitive to stimulation, or maybe she had sensed my distress, or maybe she was just feeling generous, because as soon as she orgasmed again, she pushed Greg off her and said, “Fuck Ginnie now!” And then I felt the warm cap of his penis at my opening, pushing against my labial folds. I smiled and said, “Come on in!” and then I felt his shaft slipping into me. After the Cocksicle, it felt super-hot, like solid fire, and I silently thanked Dottie for sharing her man with me. Greg found, to his surprise, that the cool vaginas he had just been experiencing had the same effect as the Ice Vadge, delaying his orgasm, so there was plenty of stamina left in him as he entered me, enough stamina for at least ten minutes of pounding my pussy, his balls slapping against my ass-hole as he thrusted. Overwhelmed with the virility of his assault, I came and came, and at last he did, too, and I felt his cock pulse as it shot its seed into my womb. I felt young again, no longer an old lady but a woman in the prime of her sexual life, with the smell of a man’s sweat filling my senses, and a body suddenly turned slack pressing my breasts into my ribs as he gasped and slumped with the intensity of his own climax. His penis softened, and slipped out of me, and I felt his semen, now mixed with the melted water of the Cocksicle and my own copious flow, trickling down onto my anus. He rolled off me, and I felt Dottie’s tongue lapping up his spend, nuzzling my clit in the way she knew would ignite another wave of pleasure in me.

That was the high point of the night for me, although we still had a few orgasms in store for use. After a few hours, we girls gave Greg another round with the restored Ice Vadge, and it was I who got to feel the sensation of an ice-cold penis sliding into me. I’m not sure that it was an improvement over the Cocksicle, but it did have the advantage of being attached to a most delightful bedmate. It was Greg’s last climax of the evening, and mine, too, as it turned out. Dottie had already exhausted what libido she had and was sleeping peacefully next to us, her cunt shiny with our juices, as we shared good-night cuddles and kisses.

I didn’t know how this would play out, and I surely didn’t want to intrude on Greg and Dottie’s relationship. But after another round of sex the next morning, this time without toys, they assured me that our tryst didn’t change anything. They would still be a couple, and Dottie and I could still be lovers. Dottie even gave me and Greg permission to fuck whenever we wanted to, especially during her periods, which she found too messy for proper lovemaking. He welcomed the chance to play with the Ice Vadge again, and one time he even fucked it to an orgasm as I watched a fountain of semen gush from the tip of his cock. I could not resist the urge to suck his icy cock into my mouth and use my tongue on its underside, delighting in the sensation of it gradually heating up and stiffening again almost immediately. Wonder of wonders, it remained stiff for a long time, and lost no time before plunging into me and shagging me for a good twenty minutes before climaxing.

After that, we chatted awhile as he recovered. “Ginnie,” he said, “I had no idea you were this sort of woman! Not only sexy, but playfully kinky. I never dreamed that I would find it in a lady so…”

“Old?” I replied with a smile.

“Well, I was going to say ‘mature.’ But kinkiness and sexual exploration are not things I usually associate with people of your generation. Maybe it’s because I’ve never seen it before in my parents or their friends. Or in plays or movies, either. I guess that mature women are never given those types of roles.”

“True,” I said. “But we exist. We have our needs. And our talents, too! And speaking of needs, I could use another good climax.”

“But I’ve just had two cums in the last hour!”

“Well, you’ve got fingers, and a tongue! Show me what you can do with them!” And he did! Not only that, but he still had another erection left in him, although he was barely inside me before he ejaculated and softened. He apologized profusely, but I just laughed it off, hugged him hard, and kissed him good-night.

We continued to fuck from time to time, both with and without Dotty, but our relationship was still purely sexual, and I yearned for the kind of closeness that he and Dottie shared. They were a good match, physically and socially. The odds were good that their relationship would become closer, and I had no wish to intrude on it. More than ever, I felt the need for a permanent man in my life to have that kind of relationship with.

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02. Party time!

One of the girls in particular caught my eye. I don’t really know why, she just did. Average build, standing a bit taller than average, brown hair, pretty face. Somehow she stood out. That happens more to me, some girls just stand out. Getting closer I could clearly see her pretty eyes. It must be the eyes, beautiful dark eyes that were like magnets to me.

I approached her, asked her if she would want to join me for a drink, and of course she agreed. It’s their job to agree, I know that, it’s why they’re there, to please us. But it doesn’t make her any less attractive.

Her name was Rose. I like that name. Rose told me she’s a pole dancer, that explains her well toned arms and legs. It must be a delight to watch her dance.

We shared a few drinks and talked a bit about life, about beaches, and various other things. It was really nice talking to this girl, she’s an easy talker. I could tell she’s used to work the clubs, to talk to strangers.

And then those eyes, they were really beautiful. Like dark little puddles, drawing me in, making me drown in their depth. Smiling a lot, and smiling eyes are beautiful eyes. I could tell this girl is happy with who she is, and that also makes her look good.

For the rest, she’s pretty, not stunningly so. Average I’d say when trying to be objective. Rather small chest, but it fits the rest of her figure well. Slim waist and flat belly, very nicely shown off by those minimal clothes. I really liked what I was seeing, a natural and happy girl. That is so much better than a sultry supermodel, perfect measurements be damned. And then those eyes, they were wonderful.

Interestingly she had numbers written on her clothes, a nine on her top and a four on her skirt. The other girls also had numbers, it seemed they all had different numbers. I wondered what the meaning of those numbers is, but would find out soon enough. Knowing William, those clothes were due to be removed, and those numbers no doubt had to do with that.

With a drink and fun company time flies. Lunch had been prepared, and people started to eat. I was also getting hungry, having completely foregone the finger foods in lieu of talking to my pretty Rose, so I got up and took her with me to have lunch.

Lunch was excellent, there was so much to eat. Hot and cold dishes, salads and sandwiches, it was really fantastic. The saying goes, it doesn’t matter what you eat, it matters with whom you eat, well I say it both matters. Nothing beats excellent food with great company.

When we were done eating, William stood up for his welcome, and an introduction of today’s activities. He welcomed us all, gave a quick run down of the area and the amenities, and then came to the good part. Explaining the numbers. Now this was where the real fun was starting.

First of all he wanted us to change into our Speedos, which of course is a more beach-like attire than slacks and a dress shirt. Then we could go to his assistant Angel to get a bracelet, with a number on it, and find a girl with that number on her clothes and take that piece of clothing off of her.

Now that’s going to be interesting. Except that the hard part was that the girls were not going to sit and wait for us. But if we managed to catch one and get her clothes, we’d get to play for a bit with all her exposed bits. That sounded wonderful. This meant lots of beautiful half naked girls running around, and catching them was of course also a hands-on activity. Whether you had a matching number or not.

When he was done explaining, I looked at Rose and told her I enjoyed her company, and was looking forward to catch her later. She told me to remember her numbers, four, six, nine and eleven.

Four numbers? Two I knew already. It wasn’t hard to guess where the six and the eleven would be for. I told her I’d remember them well, gave her a hug, and quickly went to change into my Speedos, and then off to get a bracelet.

Angel, William’s assistant, looked stunning as usual. Really. She’s rather skinny, but oh my did she look good today. She was wearing a thigh-long raspberry rose dress, the front cut down to just below her small tits, just leaving the sides teasingly exposed. The waist of the dress was hugging her figure perfectly, it was backless with halter top. Her auburn hair was hanging loose on her shoulders, waving in the wind, her perfect smile finishing the look.

The bracelets were in a box, we were to draw one out, no way to select a number. My first one was a ten.

The girls were waiting a bit sheepishly, not sure what to do, and within seconds I managed to catch one. Grabbed her around the waist, and had a look at her clothes.

First time lucky, she had a ten on her well-filled top. I proceeded to strip the top off of her, and then claimed my five minutes. She looked really hot in that bra. It was a low cut bra, just covering her nipples, leaving the top part of her tits totally exposed.

She pressed bodrum escort bayan a button on a watch-like device on her arm, and said, “All yours now!” So that’s how they were going to keep track of time, clever.

The girl was looking good. Long blonde hair, falling to halfway her back. She was just over a head shorter than me. I put her down on the beach, it makes it much easier for me to get a good feel of a girl that way. I touched her smooth skin, she had a nice face. Round, blue eyes, button nose, and a very cute smile.

Her boobs were big, really big, especially considering the smallish girl they were attached to. They felt nice and appeared fully natural, unfortunately still that bra in the way. Her belly was smooth, her waist narrow, wide hips, and luscious, soft thighs. Very promising, and that was just the first of today. She felt really good. My Speedos started to feel really tight now.

Suddenly an alarm went off. Beep, beep, beep, it did.

“Sorry, time’s up,” she said. That was five minutes. It surely felt a lot shorter than that.

I helped her on her feet, and quickly went back for a new bracelet. The girl was immediately being chased down by another guy, and ran away, her boobs bouncing around seductively. I don’t know whether he could catch her, I just didn’t pay attention.

My next bracelet was a six. Oh my, this was my lucky day. Rose told me she had a six. Must be bra or panties, her top and skirt had other numbers, so this was going to be fun.

I looked around, hoping she was not engaged. There she was, my pretty Rose. She was looking in another direction, so I just went straight for her, hoping to catch her by surprise. That wasn’t to be, she saw me, and started running.

Damn, that girl was running fast, I could barely catch up with her. Finally I caught up, she tried to make some evasive manoeuvres, but I managed to grab her waist, crashing us both down in the sand.

We were both laughing and gasping after the run. Teasing her I asked her why she would run away from me. She replied was running away from a dangerous man that was clearly trying to steal her clothes. I played along, telling her I’m not stealing, that I want to make a trade instead, trading my beautiful bracelet for a boring piece of fabric.

She rolled on her back, arms above her head, and asked me to just check for myself, see if there was anything to trade.

I started with her top, looking at the number, looking at the bracelet, taking my time, running my hands over her soft body in the meantime. The skirt just so. I knew it had to be under there somewhere, just not which of the two. Then I flipped her skirt, and found an eleven there. Then finally I pushed aside her top to expose her bra, and of course there it was. A six.

I removed her bra, and claimed my five minutes. She pressed the button, and said she’s all mine.

She looked gorgeous. I sat down on her legs, at first just taking in the sight. I looked at her eyes, her hair spread out in the sand around her head, her nipples clearly visible under her stretchy top. I watched her chest move up and down with her breath.

I put my hands on her waist, slowly feeling her curves. A very nicely shaped waist with a smooth firm belly. My hands moved onto her chest, feeling her boobs. They were not big, about a hand full, but felt really wonderful. I massaged them a bit, feeling her nipples harden. I was really looking forward to see and feel more of them. I felt her shoulders, well toned, smoothly continuing up in her neck. I felt the muscles in her arms. She had closed her eyes, breathing noticeably faster.

My hands moved back over her body, back to those nice and soft boobs, massaging her again. She moaned a bit when I gently pinched her hard nipples through the fabric of her top. I felt her belly, her shallow belly button, massaging her body lightly.

Then the beep, beep, beep of her alarm sounded. Disappointed I got up, offered her my hand and helped her getting up as well and gave her my bracelet. She looked sexy, braless in her tight top, the contours of her tits were totally visible, and her nipples were sticking out. Delicious. And very promising.

I walked back for my third bracelet, an eight this time. Looking around I didn’t see eight anywhere, so just started to randomly chase down some girls.

They were damned fast, but I managed to catch one after a while. Tackling her by the waist I worked her down to the beach and “accidentally” ended up with my face on her soft boobs. That didn’t feel too bad. Unfortunately after thorough inspection of all her clothes I could not find a match to my bracelet so had to send her off, and chase another one.

A brunette came running roughly my direction, her boobs bouncing deliciously in her top. She was not very big upfront but clearly also lost her bra already. I took a beeline for her and a moment later I grabbed her tit, stopping her in her tracks. Very mumcular escort nice, right on target.

Again no luck, no eight on her too, so I handed her off to her original chaser who proceeded to remove her top. The lucky bastard. Those tits really looked nice, smallish with nice pink nipples. I hoped to get a turn with her later.

My luck was running out, I chased a few more, caught one, but again got no match for my bracelet.

Tea was announced, so we all got a break. The girls were in various states of undress. Plenty of boobs out in the open, some naked from the waist down, it was really an interesting sight. None was completely naked yet, though.

At the tea table I almost immediately ran into Rose, who was sitting at the table chatting with a an almost completely naked girl. Rose was still wearing her top, but her skirt was gone. She was wet, apparently had taken a dip in the sea, making her clothes transparent. I could easily see the shape of her tits, straining against the wet fabric, a sight to behold.

The other girl introduced herself as Alicia, and shook my hand. A very normal greeting, as if she was not standing there near naked. I love it when a girl is so confident with her body. She had auburn curls, brown eyes, and was a bit bigger built than Rose with nice full boobs.

I told Rose she looked stunning, even better than before. She smiled, a very sweet smile. I was drowning in her eyes again. I told her I was hoping to get an eleven soon, that would be my ultimate prize.

She didn’t say anything, she just looked at me, she appeared to be thinking of something. I saw her nipples starting to grow, which was very obvious under her wet top. I commented on that, suggesting that she also seemed to like the idea of me getting her panties. She tried to brush it off, saying it was just the wind chilling her wet clothes, but she was not exactly convincing.

While finishing tea I spotted a dark blonde girl sporting an eight on her top. Her curly hair was tied in a ponytail. This was a bigger girl, fairly full built, her obviously braless boobs straining against her top. That was going to be my next target. I kept an eye on her, and as soon as the chase was on again I went for it.

When she saw me approaching, she started to run. I saw her round boobs swing in her top. She was a quick runner, and tried to avoid my approach, but just seconds later I had my arms around her anyway. We fell on the ground, she landed half on top of me. A bit of a rough landing but my prize was in my hands.

She laughed, she was obviously having a good time. I heard a lot of laughter around me, that always happens when you have adults run around like little kids.

Time to claim my prize. I quickly proceeded to strip her top off of her, exposing her beautiful boobs. They were indeed rather big, hanging a bit under their own weight. Dark nipples on large aureoles, a perfect match for the rest of the girl. Just looking at her made my cock stir.

I didn’t wait for her to set her timer and immediately started to suck her like a baby. As she was sitting in the sand, I used one hand to support her back a bit and the other to massage the other tit. I slowly pushed her back down in the sand, continuing to suck and massage her.

After a while I took my mouth off her nipples, and started to run my hands over her body. I really wanted to get a better feel of the rest of her body too. Her boobs were fantastic, but the rest was nice too. She was really round and soft, and felt wonderful.

My Speedos were getting really too tight now, I wonder who thought it’s a good idea to have us wear such a small garment, it was like torture. Knowing time was running out, I decided to get my dick out of its constraints. I put it on her chest, and pressed her boobs together. Now that was wonderful, fucking those soft boobs. She laughed when I did it, she told me she enjoys giving boob jobs, especially seeing the head of the guy’s dick peeking out from between her boobs. She playfully licked the head of my dick a few times when it was in reach of her tongue.

When the alarm went I let go of her boobs, and with some effort managed to pack my dick in those tight Speedos again. It was not exactly comfortable, but it had to do.

I returned to the beautiful Angel for another armband. Oh my, it was really my lucky day, an eleven! I felt my dick harden immediately, it almost popped right out of my Speedos. Now where’s that girl gone, my Rose? I wanted her, badly. I wanted pussy, Rose’s pussy. I wanted to look in those dark eyes while fucking her hard.

I spotted her, not far away, and immediately ran for her as fast as I could.

She saw me coming, and again was playing hard to get. Catch me if you can, she must have been thinking. She ran away, fast, I managed to catch up. She started to twist and turn, making it hard for me to grab her.

It was fun, seeing that tight ass, bodrum sınırsız escort her muscles tense in her beautiful long legs as she made her turns, her boobs swinging in her top. We ended up in the sea, and there I finally managed to stop her. As additional bonus we got wet so her top became completely transparent again, really not leaving anything to the imagination.

Finally, I had what I wanted. I picked her up from the water, and carried her up the beach. We were well away from the rest of the party, all the better.

I slowly removed her tiny panties, revealing my ultimate prize. I touched her pussy with one hand while massaging her tits with the other, she felt wonderful. I told her she really looked better every time I saw her. And I meant it, this body really should not be covered up so much. It’s a work of art, and is meant to be seen.

She started her timer and from that moment was all mine. I kissed her pussy, licking her, but all I could taste was the salty seawater. I hoped to get a taste of her. She reacted strongly to my touch.

While I sucked her I freed my dick, and moved up until my dick reached her hot opening. I guided the head in, and slowly continued to push my dick into her pussy.

She put her legs around me, pushing me in. Oh man that girl was hot, she obviously wanted it too. We started to fuck, first slow, then harder. Hard and deep I fucked her hot pussy, I felt her getting wetter with every thrust. She felt wonderful. I looked at her face, her wanting eyes looked at me.

Too soon her alarm went. Knowing we shouldn’t cheat I reluctantly pulled out. I told her we should finish this up tonight. And then properly. She agreed, and told me to make sure to last long for her. I didn’t know what to say, that was not exactly the answer I expect from an escort girl. Maybe it just proves that escort girls have feelings too, I’m sure this was not just acting. Eyes can’t lie, and her eyes told me she wanted me.

My next bracelet was a five. I looked around, and saw a very busty girl with long black hair sporting a five on her skirt. That was my next target.

She didn’t see me coming, I grabbed her naked tits from behind. They were really big, but unfortunately not natural. I took her skirt, but to my disappointment she was still wearing her panties! No more pussy. And fake tits do not a good fuck make.

So the next five minutes I just enjoyed myself playing with her, and had her suck my dick. She felt nice, and was quite OK at giving a blow job. She really shouldn’t have added those implants, I’m sure without them she’d be big enough. Oh well, can’t have it all.

I was now really going fast handing out bracelets and collecting clothes. I lost count. That should have been at least five by now, so I was going for my sixth. Only two bracelets left in the box, so the game was almost done. This was going to be my last, and the girl’s last, so that was going to be more pussy for me for sure.

I really needed to shoot my load soon or my balls would explode. Five minutes should be enough for that.

Maybe I should save my load for Rose? I wasn’t sure what to do. Would I be able to get her with me for some private time after the game is finished? She’s not obliged to. I don’t really have the right to ask her. But it seemed she’s interested in me as well. She was so eager to agree to extra time tonight.

I looked at my bracelet, a fifteen. Not many girls left. Several were engaged, a few were hanging around. I randomly started chasing one. A bit chubby, those don’t run fast, easy catch and at the least a nice grope. Very soft, luscious tits. Indeed an easy catch, but not my number.

The third one that I caught was the correct one. Bra number fifteen. Long black hair, tinted skin, she definitely had some Asian features in her face but probably mixed blood. Small, beautiful tits, not even a hand full, standing firm from her chest with remarkably large dark brown nipples. I wasted no time sucking those delicious nipples.

After spending a minute or so there, I moved down to her pussy. Fully shaven, very smooth, and very deliciously tasting. I dove in, licked her labia, sucked her clit, enjoying her reaction. I heard her moans, she started to get wetter, and her taste intensified. Her nectar tasted really like heaven, the perfect combination of sweet and salty. And the occasional grain of sand, to remind me we were doing it on a beach. I really loved her taste, and almost forgot I was going to fuck her too.

She was really wet, and pretty tight. She felt very good around my dick. My balls were full and under pressure, but she was so wet it made it easy for me to hold back. I had decided I was going to save my first shot for Rose. A minute later time was up already, and my sampling of her pussy came to an end. Sampling that certainly made me want more of this girl.

Knowing the game was finished I just delivered her bra to Angel and went to the bar, looking for Rose, hoping for a little private time with her.

She was at the bar, together with Alicia, whom I met during tea time. They both looked stunning, naked and having great fun. They were doing body shots, Alicia told, smiling. She also said that they were just about to do one off Rose, and if I wanted to join.

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I had returned to Indiana from Pennsylvania and told Rachel all about my experiences. She of course had bigger news in that Mark had proposed to her. While I knew Rachel would allow me to stay with her and Mark, I didn’t think it would do well for me to be living with a newly wed couple. I still had several months to find a place on my own.

Peter Freeby had phoned me about a high paying job and asked if I was going? I didn’t know anything about the job. My company never called me about it. I had done a good job for them on the last clean-up project, so the least they could do was to call me. Peter informed me that the job paid TWICE the hourly rate. It was a level “A” job, working around some pretty nasty stuff, with 12 hour days, lasting about a week.

I called my company up and talked to Janet, who I thought was my friend. I was pissed. When I asked her about the job, she confirmed everything Peter had told me. She went on to say, the reason why she hadn’t called me on this one was because of the chemicals they were working with, everyone was required to shower before leaving the site, and they only had one decontamination shower. I would have to shower with a bunch of my male co-workers. However, if I didn’t mind, she had one slot still open.

After having bitched at Janet for not asking me to work this job, I had painted myself into a corner. The job would only last one week. Maybe the guys would let me shower at a separate time. Hmm. Scratch that idea. I hung up the phone and told Rachel the set up. She just quietly smiled and shook her head.

When I showed up at the job site, I recognized the guys I was going to be working with from the last job. They were surprised to see a woman. They were told there weren’t going to be any female types on the job. I told them if they didn’t like it, I would leave. It seems everyone thought it was alright for me to stay. I could keep their spirits up.

There were five us workers all together, me and four young black males, some in their teens. Lorenzo was considered the intellect in the group, having never been to prison. He was short (only a couple of inches taller than me) and wore glasses. He was a likable type. He always had a kind word or a hello for you. He seemed to have led a sheltered life.

JP was on the tall side and slightly overweight. He was a steady worker, but not the fastest one. He would give you 80% all day long, but when you would talk about giving a 110% he would just chuckle. That wasn’t him.

Juice was a young muscular buck, who had been in trouble with the law several times. He was not new to life’s hard knocks. He could do the work of two or three men. Everyone loved it when he showed up on the job. He talked a lot of shit, but was really a nice guy under it all.

Joey was the fourth character of this crew. He was half Asian with his Dad marrying a Vietnamese woman. He would call himself, “the Black Ninja.” He was muscular also and pulled his own weight, especially if he thought a woman was watching him. He had done some oddball jobs such a being a minor league ball player (he said he could hit a curve ball as well as Michael Jordan) and a male exotic dancer.

And of course there was me, a short white girl with dark hair, 38DDD breasts and a few years older than these boys. I became the “straw boss.” There was a good bit of work to do. We divided the group in two and rotated ourselves in 3 hours dressed out in gear and 3 hours of support. At the end of a very long and hard day, we headed for the showers.

The locker room wasn’t large at all. We each had our own locker, but they were close together. The company supplied us with towels to dry off with, but these were sadly worn and somewhat short. We were all milling about in front of our lockers, talking about how much work we accomplished in one day and what our game plan was for tomorrow while sitting on an old wooden bench, removing our shoes and socks.

At this moment I became aware of the fact I was being watched as I continued to disrobe. I faced my locker and did not turn around as the locker room suddenly went mute as I lifted my t-shirt off over my head. I didn’t know if I should do the bra next, or my shorts. I hesitated for just a moment. They would all be seeing my naked body soon enough in the shower. It was at this point I had second thoughts about this job. I was thinking to myself, “Help Mr. Wizard, I don’t want to be a decontamination technician anymore!”

I reached in front of my bra and unhooked it. Facing the lockers with my back turned to the guys, I doubt if they could see very much. I then wrapped a towel around me. Its shortness made for a large slit opening at the side. I wasn’t too wide either as it barely covered my ass. I removed my shorts from underneath the towel. I almost wished I had worn panties. I didn’t want the world to know I don’t normally wear panties, except for maybe a few days out of the month.

I scurried off to the shower and the guys bodrum escort followed suit. There were numerous shower heads in the large stall so we didn’t have to share one. I felt a lot more comfortable with that. I removed my towel, adjusted the water temperature to almost warm and lathered up. They were piping in Lake Michigan water and not heating it up too much. Shower temperatures ranged from very cold to cold. We ended up keeping the cold water knob completely off. We talked about the water temperature as I faced the shower wall. I knew that all five guys were watching me. I could hear them occasionally whisper amongst themselves. I turned my head around once to mention the water temperature problem, and noticed that all of them had their eyes glued on the white woman. They all quickly averted their eyes as they saw me looking at them, except Lorenzo who was still pretty much in shock with his eyes and mouth both wide open. Save for Lorenzo, the guys had their backs turned to me. I made a quick glance at Lorenzo’s member. It looked like the little guy was a tripod. They didn’t tell me I was working with mutants.

The shower went rather quickly. I again wrapped a towel around me as I headed back to the locker room. Keeping that towel on, I dried myself off with a separate towel. As I was drying off my legs, I noticed out of the corner of my eye Joey was facing me while drying off. He had a nice cock too. He was using the towel to dry off his back using both hands, working the towel vigorously back and forth. This caused his penis to swing like a pendulum. It was nice to watch. I looked away. Everyone maintained their professionalism in this matter, I was quite surprised.

On each successive shower night, the tension in the locker room eased up. I felt a little more comfortable and by Wednesday I was drying myself off without covering myself with a towel to the delight of my co-workers. They were being gentlemen about this whole thing. Also by this time, I had causally checked out everybody’s cock. Joey and Lorenzo had woozy-doozies for sure. JP had a less than average size, and Juice being about average. It was on Wednesday while we were in the shower that Joey offered to help me “wash my back”.

The guys stood in silence as they awaited my reply. I said, “Look, I am just too tired after all this work for any fun and games, but if we finish up early Friday and have time, I will let you all wash my back.”

There was a general jubilation from the group, although Lorenzo was skeptical, “Even me too Miss Tammy?”

His politeness sometimes floored me. “Especially you Lorenzo,” I replied.

The guys worked like dynamos Thursday, spending extra time dressed out to get the clean up done a few hours ahead of schedule. In the locker room we all agreed that Friday would be a short day as most of the work was completed. This extra energy was all about my back wash, I had assumed so I said, “Since we are almost complete, I shouldn’t have to dress out tomorrow, so I won’t need to shower.”

You could have heard a pin drop. The guys had gotten used to showering with Tammy for their nightly tit and pussy show. “No Tammy, you’re part of the team, Juice said with authority.”

“Relax, I was just joking guys, “I reassured them. Heaven forbid that they miss their nightly Tammy strip and shower show.

On Friday we ended up early. The boss was pleased and agreed to pay us for eight hours that day, even though we only worked four. It was about lunch time when we hit the showers. The guys reminded me about my promise to let them “wash my back.”

We entered the showers naked for the fifth time this week, with all of us being finally at ease with our nakedness. Okay, it was me who was finally comfortable. Joey approached me with a bar of Dove in his had, invading my shower space.

“Are you ready?” Joey asked as he worked the bar on a wash cloth.

“Sure” I replied. I turned my back on him and pulled my hair to the side to fully expose my back to him.

Joey worked the soapy cloth back and forth on my shoulders, slowly zigzagging his way down my back. His washing strokes extended a bit when he reached my breasts, making extra sure the sides of my breasts were every bit as clean as my back. I had stopped his hand a couple of times with my arm. Not that I objected to his touch, it was just that I was ticklish at that spot. I giggled a little bit, instinctively brought my arm down, and said, “Stop.”

This only seemed to encourage Joey more, who stopped his washing for a moment and tickled my sides. I bent over with laughter, breasts jiggling, putting on a show. I managed to pull away and faced Joey and said, “Stop it now or I’ll leave, and there will be no more back washing. If you want to wash the sides too, you can, just don’t be so gentle.”

Joey smiled back at me, staring mesmerized by my breasts. “Lady you got yourself a deal.” He caught me checking out his dick. “Want to wash me too?”

“We’ll see.” I replied. bodrum merkez escort We returned under the shower head. Joey again resumed scrubbing the mounds of flesh on the sides of my tits. When he got down to my ass, he kept washing downward in his zigzagging fashion. Soon his wash cloth was all over my ass. Once he made it to the bottom of my ass cheeks, Joey dispensed with the cloth and rubbed me with his soapy hands, with an occasional finger rub on my pussy from behind. He was just “feeling me out” to see if I was ticklish here too. After a few test passes with a slight pussy feel, Joey got more daring and slid his finger inside of my lips. I bit my lower lip and took a half step to open up my legs so he could finger me from behind.

A crowd had now gathered around me, as Juice was now demanding his turn to wash my back. JP and Lorenzo stood by, less vocal, but just as attentive.

The Dove bar had been dropped to the shower floor. I bent over to pick it up, maintaining finger contact with Joey while doing so. With the bar of soap in hand I announced, “Okay who wants their thingy cleaned?”

The guys stood around silent, looking at each other for a moment, as if they didn’t know what the correct answer was. As their straw boos I gave them some guidance. “I don’t stick anything in me unless it was been thoroughly decontaminated.”

Juice jumped forward. I soaped up my hands and grabbed a hold of his dick, which grew in hard in my hand. I stood there washing his shaft, reaching underneath and soaping up his balls. Joey was still finger fucking me from behind. He had made the leap from one to two fingers. Juice reached down and touched my pubic hair and worked the outside of my pussy lips against Joey’s darling digits working away inside of me.

JP and Lorenzo decided they would help out too. They attempted to keep my nipples dry by sucking off the shower water running down them. JP’s tongue flicked on my nipple until it was good and hard. Lorenzo was sucking on his nipple, until he saw what JP was doing and decided to imitate him.

Juice was about ready to pop in my hand. He said, “Am I clean enough for you to eat now?”

“Why yes you are Juice, but I need to make sure everyone is decontaminated first. Why don’t you swap places with JP?”

I once again picked up the bar of soap and worked on JP’s dick. The fact that JP’s tongue had just licked my right tit didn’t deter Juice from taking a taste. Juice was more physical with my breast than JP. He had to knead the flesh more, squeezing, grabbing, poking, pinching, patting. He also worked over my one ass check with his other hand while he did this. Lorenzo, seeing it was okay to touch my ass, gently grasped my other cheek. Once JP was good and soapy, and had his turn feeling my pussy hairs and lips, I had him swap with Lorenzo.

Lorenzo was shy for a guy with such a big dick. I tried to put him a little at ease, “I may need an extra bar of soap for this one.” The guys laughed as did Lorenzo. After all I had him by the balls. The guys were gentlemanly enough to maintain their gratuitous feels of privates, while I soaped up Lorenzo’s hose.

“You work for the fire company” I said as his cock erected in my warm slippery grasp.

“Why no Miss Tammy I don’t.” he replied.

“They are always looking good hose men. You seem to be a natural.” I continued. Damn. If you have to explain them why bother, right? I ended the joke material. Instead I took Lorenzo’s right hand and place it on my pubic mound. He rubbed my pussy for a few seconds and then it happened. He came right in my hand. It caught me off guard. Normally I can sense or feel when a cock is about to explode. The soap and water must have thrown me off.

Lorenzo pulled back after he done and apologized. “I am sorry Miss Tammy, I…I didn’t mean to do that. It just happened.”

Lorenzo seemed very upset; Juice was about in tears from laughter. “Lorenzo”, I said, “That’s alright. But as your boss, I am going to make you do that over again, but only this time more slowly.”

Lorenzo smiled and was agreeable. He was beginning to come around. “Okay, I can do that Miss Tammy.”

I soaped up my last dick. Joey also had a nice elephant truck swaying on him. He gave up his spot from behind to Juice. After a few more black hands on my tits, pussy and ass, I managed to lather up Joey. I worked his cock with both hands, then let the water rinse off the soap. Juice said, “We’re all decontaminated. I’m taking this hole.”

I felt his dick enter my pussy from behind as his hand pushed my head down, bending me over at the waist. I was eye to eye with Joey’s trouser snake. I took his huge dark dick and put the tip of it in my mouth. I didn’t want to open my mouth too much, as this allowed water inside of it, making it difficult to give head. So I made sure I put a good wet seal on his dick as I slid it in and out of my mouth. JP and Lorenzo were on either side of Joey, with bodrum otele gelen escort dicks in hand. I assumed the constant feeling and kneading of my tits helped them maintain an erection.

With Juice’s dick working over my pussy, I swapped cocks. JP’s dick was small enough I could suck him clean to his balls. I managed to maintain my balance by holding on to the two available poles pointed at me.

Lorenzo’s cock was another story. Slightly larger than Joey’s and a little limp, I had to give it special attention. I let go of the poles for a moment while I lifted Lorenzo’s pride with my hand and licked the underside of it. It tasted a lot like Lake Michigan.

In a bent over position I took a few awkward steps to get my face out of the spray of the water. Juice re-entered me from behind and continued my fucking. I was now ready to suck some dick with out distractions, although I really wanted one of the big dicks in my pussy, either Lorenzo, or Joey.

I said, “Juice, swap out with Lorenzo please. Better yet, Lorenzo- lay down on the shower floor.”

I pulled myself away from Juice’s dick again. Lorenzo objected. “But Miss Tammy people walk on that floor.”

I guess he was afraid of getting athlete’s ass or something.

“Joey, how about you lying on the floor so I can ride you?” I said with no hesitation.

Joey didn’t have a problem with it. He lay down on the wet shower floor as I straddled myself over his big dick. We were going to see how far this thing stretches. My pussy lips parted wide as the mounted myself on Joey, facing away from him. It took a few seconds for him to reach the bottom of my pussy. He still had a couple of inches left over. Better too much than too little.

I asked Juice to shower my pussy juice off his cock first before I put it in my mouth. He obliged. I had three studs towering over me, all wanting my mouth to suck them off. I rotated my sucking between them. At one time I had two black cocks in my hands, while I was bobbing my head back and forth on Juice’s dick. Joey was doing a good job fucking me. He kept my pussy full to the brim with cock. I loved my horsey ride.

While I was sucking on Juice, he became overly excited. He grabbed my head and forced his cock down my throat. His other hand grabbed my tit as he forced fucked my face. He was getting ready to cum in my mouth. I took my hands and gently touched his balls. He exploded his cum into the back of my mouth- very salty. I almost had to spit it out, but I maintained my composure and swallowed all his goo like a good girl.

With Juice finished off, this allowed me to concentrate on JP’s cock. Lorenzo, having cum once already could wait. He would just have to be satisfied playing with my titties until I was done with JP. I sucked on JP slowly, moving my head back and forth, allowing his cock to go into my mouth clear down to his balls. I removed his cock from my mouth a couple of times to lick the outside of it and to suck on his balls a little. This wasn’t going to be a great blow job, just a little Tammy “thank you” cock suck. I took JP’s dick in my hand and stroked it into my mouth. I was actually beating me off into my mouth while sucking on the tip of his dick. This technique worked very well as I soon had another mouth full of cum.

JP thanked me and walked off leaving me with two huge cocks to satisfy.

I decided I wanted Joey on top of me. We swapped positions to more of a missionary style. Joey had such muscular ass checks. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and feel them as he fucked my pussy with his pole. The muscles expanding and contracting on his ass was delightful. I had Lorenzo squat down over my face and place his dick in my mouth. This position proved too awkward and very quickly we moved again. Joey went to his knees and grabbed my ass and moved it into the air. This allowed Lorenzo to straddle my face with his knees at my shoulders and cock in my face. My arms were pinned to my side as his woozy-doozy slid between my lips into my mouth.

Joey was using deep thrusting motions on me. His cock was just tearing my pussy up, and I loved it. Lorenzo’s big black cock tasted sweet in my mouth. He had his hands behind his back, playing with my titties. This was heaven-being fulfilled by two huge dicks.

Lorenzo grabbed a hold of my head and moved it to and fro as my mouth easily glided across his cock. I could taste the pre-cum of his big black dick. Speaking of big black dick, my pussy was drenched. I don’t recall how many times I had cum; I just had to make a mental effort not to bite Lorenzo when I did. That big black dick would bottom out on my pussy. It seemed like with every few strokes I felt a rush and a shudder. This excitement increased my desire to swallow some cum.

Lorenzo soon enough obliged me in that area as his cock unloaded into my mouth. I savored the taste of his orgasm and squeezed his overgrown cock- good to that last drop. Yummy, yummy, tummy, I got cum in my tummy.

After Lorenzo got off my face, Joey grabbed my pale white tits with his large ebony hands. This was just a quick grab as he came inside of me. His hot cum hosed down the inside of my pussy, giving me one final orgasm. We stood up in the now icy cold shower and rinsed off a bit. It was almost as if we had never showered at all.

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Working at Le Boulanger a top restaurant in the city is not for the faint of heart. For a chef the hours are brutally long, the pace is relentless and the heat in the kitchen is energy draining. For a server dealing with demands of discerning guests while maintaining poise cannot always be justified for a tip. The center of this maelstrom is the kitchen line, on one side the chefs on the other servers. It is here where tempers often flare. “Where’s that fucken appetizer cries a server? “

The response from a chef is equally as brutal.

“Go fuck yourself you cunt! These things take time”

Imagine trying to feed 400 dinner guests on a Saturday night who all made reservations at 7:30. Tensions often rise in the kitchen. The all male chef brigade in their bravado cannot take the demands the all female service staff make on them. The head chef Angelo is as arrogant and as surly as they come. A large brash man, who’s years in the kitchen dealing with these “tip loving whores” has little patience for insubordination, what the chef says goes. Angelo’s right hand man is Ian; together they run this well-oiled machine like leaders of a prison gang. Physical punishment here is not unheard of, if a cook messes up a slap on the head is not out of line. When a server drops a plate and it has to be done over, both Angelo and Ian tag team the offender with sexually charged insults until they quit, cry or apologize.

It was about 11pm on a Saturday night. All the reservations had eaten and the kithen was being cleaned. Angelo and Ian were going over the night’s events just to discuss what dishes sold and what didn’t. It was then that Claire the dining room captain interrupted their conversation. Claire was an avid rock climber who’s muscular physique was compacted on her barely 5 foot body. She stood erect naturally like a gymnast who just landed off a jump from the parallel bars. As she stood almost in between the chefs, she undid her tie and the tip button of her white blouse. Her ample breasts seemed to want to pop out of her taught shirt. She undid her ponytail and shook her head, her long fiery shoulder length hair swayed back and forth, the scent of vanilla conditioner filled the hot kitchen air. With her tiny voice that she often forced several octaves down to emphasize her authority she said to both chefs,

“You guys seemed kinda slow tonight, some guests complained”

Angelo and Ian came back simultaneously,

“What the fuck do you know you cunt? Get out of here!” “Claire you need to get fucked, you’re too uptight”.

Claire was used to the chef’s boorish behavior. She seemed unfazed by their tempers, escort bodrum and responded

“Ok, whatever you guys say, you were slow, remember, you even yelled at Frank for taking too long with the desserts”

Angelo and Ian obviously revealing the truth had a quick chuckle. Trish then left the kitchen and headed down the stairs to the locker rooms. After a few more minutes of discussion, the chefs headed in the same direction.

The locker room was more of a storage room at Le Boulanger. Cases of tomatoes, olive oil and other nonperishable items were stacked throughout. Clothes and other personal effects were strewn on the foodstuffs, and empty milk crates served as stools. Angelo and Ian entered the room to find Claire in her thong and athletic bra. Her stomach was tight and when relaxed still had traces of a six – pack. Her thighs were small yet muscular, the sweep added to the fullness of her hamstrings. Her ass was round and bulbous, it looker as if she held it in a constant flex. She had her white running shoes on as to avoid the grease and grime the kitchen crew tracked in.

It was not a big deal to see her in this state, it happened a dozen times before it was the only change room. Angelo then said to Claire,

“You were right, some of the boys were slow today”

Claire responder

“You were right too, I need to get fucked, it has been too long”

Claire ran her hands over her body as if to present it and said,

“With a body like this, I should be getting laid”

Angelo laughed and said,

“I’m hot too, if I wasn’t me ….man I’d be all over me”

Ian burst out in a cackle. It was then Claire took off her top and headed toward Ian. She cupped her firm breasts with one hand grabbed the back of his head. Without hesitation Ian suckled her tit. In astonishment Angelo stood stunned and in silence. Claire then looked at Angelo and said,

“Are ready to go head to head chefs”

Angelo knew what she was talking about. He took off his chef pants and jacket and stood to Claire’s side. Claire then got on her knees and took in Angelo’s throbbing member in her mouth. Ian followed Angelo’s lead and took off his clothes. Clare took Ian’s cock in her hand and Angelo’s in another. She licked her lips and gritted her teeth and held both now hard dicks in her hand stroking them affectionately. She smiled, revealing a wonky tooth that didn’t detract from her doll like face. She expertly alternated between sucking one chef then another. Without missing a beat she would spit on one cock to lube it and pump the shaft of another. With both hands Claire pulled the turgutreis escort boys in and put the heads of both chefs in her mouth. For a lady of her diminutive size she was able to fit quite a bit of cock. Angelo moaned and said to Ian,

Hey buddy, you like going head to head”

They all blurted out laughing. Claire then stood up and pulled down her black thong. It seemed to cling off her sweaty behind. She then placed herself on all fours on a stack of 100lb flour bags. Ian placed himself in front of her and instinctively she grabbed his cock and slurped away. She flicked her tongue at the head of his penis coating it with saliva. A little pre-cum bridged from her mouth to the tip of his cocking. Angelo worked her from behind. He spit on her already slightly gaped asshole and fingered her sopping wet pussy. The sticky sounds of Angelo’s fingers ramming Claire’s warm wet tight pussy got louder as Angelo started thrusting harder and harder. Claire moaned in pleasure with Ian’s cock still in her mouth. Ian grabbed Claire’s long red hair and pulled it up and down forcing her to deep throat him. She gurgled slightly as he hit her gag reflex.

“uhhh mmmm, what a fucken cock fest, I needed this so bad, put your goddamned cock in me Angelo” said Claire.

Without warning Angelo grabbed a bottle of olive oil and poured it over Claire’s ass. The thick golden liquid shined off he bare butt. In a joking manner Ian yelled,

“Angelo, that stuff costs $25 bucks a bottle, use the canola oil instead”

Angelo then shoved the head of his cock into Claire’s ass. He knew she had done this before, her anus opened to accommodate his member. She bared down hard and in the process almost bit Ian’s nuts. Increasing in speed Angelo grabbed hold of Claire’s hips and pulled her back and fourth hard. She moaned and pleasure and pain. She cried out, “Fuck my ass you nasty dick, fuck me!”

Her head move back and fourth with tremendous force. She tried to blow Ian but could not keep up with the motion, even squaring Ian with the top of head. Ian fell down onto a couple of empty boxes and held himself in pain. Claire was now meeting with Angelo’s thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was interrupted by Ian’s insistence to get his. Angelo pulled out and with his dick fresh from her ass she sucked his cock.

“Nothing like a little ass to mouth”,

moaned Claire as Ian entered her tight pussy. Angelo grabbed the back of Claire’s head and pulled it hard. She deep throated him choking herself in the process. Ian pumped her from behind very fast yet lightly. Claire reached türkbükü escort behind and played with her clit. She was in udder ecstasy. One cock in her mouth another deep inside her pussy, she could not believe what she was doing. She thought to herself how much of a slut she was fucking two filthy cooks who were covered in sweat and cooking odors from working a 12-hour shift. She took great delight in the fact she got a couple of egomaniacs to service her. She was getting what she needed, a pounding from a couple of Adonis’s. Angelo then said,

“Fuck this, we went head to head Ian, are you ready for some ball to ball action”!

“The double barrel shotgun”, asked Claire

Ian lay on the flour. Claire smiled in a naughty way, pinching her own nipples excited to experience something new. She was going to be penetrated in her ass and cunt at the same time! She straddled Ian and moved her hips back and fourth grinding herself onto him. She cupped both her breasts then felt Angelo push her down toward Ian. Angelo sarcastically said aloud,

“Hey Claire, how do you like being the meat in an Angelo Ian sandwich”

“What are you taking about” said Claire… “Oh I get it bwahhhha”

Angelo now choosing a bottle of the cheaper canola oil lubed Claire’s anus. It opened up on it’s own anticipating being filled. Angelo entered her ass. Claire could not believe how awesome she felt. She’d tried it before with a cucumber and vibrator, but to have two cocks both thrusting in and out her drove her crazy.

“ohh god, this is so awesome, pump boys, pump!” Claire felt liked she was being ripped apart.

“I’m such a slut, ohh ohh all I need is a cock in my mouth call the rest of the crew” Claire’s body quivered as she came, she was out of breath and her body was glistening in sweat. The air in room was now stuffy and smelled of musk. Claire was still feeling nasty but her ass and pussy were as raw as the rare steak she returned earlier in the night to the kitchen. Hearing Claire’s moaning of pleasure turn to pain the duo of chef’s stopped.

“You boys worked hard for me, so I’ll let you cum in my face”

Claire lay on her back mouth open, motionless on the sweat-covered bag of flour. The two chefs jerked intensely by her face, as Claire licked her lips tickling the balls of the two. Angelo let out a thick stream of white hot cum that missed Claire’s mouth hitting her across both eyes. She yelled,” fuck don’t you know how to aim that thing of yours?” and laughed.

Ian dropped his load. The weak stream of jizz trickled out of his still hard cock. Though weak there was plenty of it. He lovingly dropped the load in her mouth and she happily swallowed it. Without thinking and being the consummate workers they are, without a word everyone changed, threw the sweat and oil stained bag of flour away. And being the hospitable server Claire was she said to Angelo and Ian,

“thanks guys come again”!

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“May I say something?” she asked.

“What is it, bitch?”

“I promise not to fight you. I promise to be good. I just don’t want to be hurt. I promise to do whatever you want. I won’t scream, and I won’t bite. I’ll do everything you say. I…”she hesitated, “I want this to happen. What I think you’re going to do…I want it.”

“What are you, some kind of whore?”

Gulp. “Y-y-yes…” she stammered.

“You want us to fuck you, stupid whore?”

Gulp. “Y-y-yes…” she replied. “But I’m not stupid. I won’t do anything stupid. I want to live. I just want to …. be used by you.”

“Well, now that we understand each other, Red, you take the first stab. Lube her up – I don’t want her pussy torn.”

The one he called red climbed on the bed between her legs and raised her skirt. He slipped a rough hand in one leg hole of her underwear and ripped them off. He discarded the ragged garment and slowly blew on her snatch. “I like ’em shaved…this is smooth and sweet…” he said. Her skin prickled and she warmed under the praise of the man she suspected was Donald’s friend, described as the “sweet redneck.” If her guess wasn’t off, the third man was his black friend. She grew even warmer at the thought. Jennifer had never yet had a taste of black cock, and she hope to tonight. Her fear subsiding, she began to play the role better.

She stretched her legs and thrust her cunt up to entice the man kneeling between her legs. bodrum escort It worked. He licked, long and slow, from the base of her slit all the way up to her clit, to which he gave a flick. His tongue felt meaty and wide, and she thrust again, hoping he would fuck her with his tongue. As if reading her mind he made an arrow of his tongue and pushed it up her snatch, up higher and out again, up inside and out again. She started to writhe and moan, but felt something smooth tap her on the cheek. She turned her head and took the head of a cock in her mouth. She slobbered all over the meat offered her and greedily sucked and licked up the drool.

She stopped for a moment and said, “If my arms stay cuffed up high around my head, you could stuff a pillow under my head to give me a little more movement.” They obliged her the pillow support, promising to release her hands later if she continued to be as cooperative. “I promise,” she whispered.

The cock was returned to her mouth, the man kneeling over her face to offer her more and more of it deeper and deeper down her throat. Jennifer was used to setting her own pace and taking breaths when she decided, but a different rhythm was being imposed on her. She struggled to adjust.

Meanwhile the man between her legs ceased his expert ministrations to cup her ass and lift her hips up onto his quads as he scooted on his knees closer to her. She continued to suck hungrily on the cock gümbet escort while he applied some lubricant to her ass. She hadn’t expected to be mounted in the ass in this position, but she was excited to try. He spread her ass cheeks with his hands and poked at her anus. It was a little sore from yesterday, but yielded easily to the pressure. The man’s prick was slender and long, and didn’t hurt going in. He slipped in and out and used his hands to tantalize and stimulate her labia and clit, dipping fingers occasionally in to her waiting and eager cunt. She felt the pressure build and mount and she gave herself over to waves of orgasms.

Her body shook and the men murmured their approval. She never stopped her attentions to the cock in front of her, and the man in her ass withdrew his cock, saying, “I want to save my jism – I’d love to see this bitch take buckets of cum all over her face and chest, and lick it up like a kitten licks milk.” He slipped off the condom he had on.

She heard a key and felt her hands being uncuffed. Now that they knew she was going to cooperate, and suspected that she realized what was really taking place, they were much gentler with her. They guided her off the bed and onto her knees, and all three stood with their rods in her face. She was still blindfolded so she groped until she found all three, two with her hands and one with her mouth. She stroked and licked all the meat-sticks bitez escort in her reach, and she tried to get to lick and suck and swallow each one in turn. She heard the men grunting and felt them stroking their cocks along with her.

When she encountered a hand stroking along the cock in her mouth, she hungrily sucked on those fingers as well, shoving as much as she could possibly fit into her mouth. She felt the pressure build, could tell from the intensity of their moans that she’d soon be showered in cum, and she began to stroke harder and faster while she suckled the one between her lips. She tilted her head back and opened wide her mouth, saying throatily, “Give me your milk, boys, let me drink it all up!” That was the last straw, with a groan and a jerk, the one in her mouth started spurting. All four shots landed on her cheeks and nose, running down her face. She stuck her tongue out and tried to lick up the drops. The sight of this woman, blindfolded and being sprayed with man juice and loving it, pushed the other two over the edge.

One by one they emptied their cocks onto her face and chest, getting a good deal in her hair, too. She gently held the pricks in her hand and licked the residual spurts that fell short of her now sticky, naked body. She then took her hands and caressed her boobs, smearing the cum in. One of the men reached for a wet towel they’d prepared and cleaned her hands.

Now she did roll over on the carpet and curl up in the fetal position, but this time she buried her hands in her cunt and stroked herself, reliving in her mind the sexy scene she had just participated in. She could only imagine, since she was still blindfolded. She didn’t even know which man was which, yet.

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Chris agreed to join Jake and Al, two friends from college, for a private party at Al’s house on Friday night when Al’s girlfriend would be out of town. Chris has fucked both men separately but never together, and she is wet with anticipation as she prepares herself for the evening of fun. She puts on a white lace bra under a sheer white blouse, a black velvet mini, a white thong, and black platform sandals, which make her long, tanned legs look even longer.

She drives to Jake’s apartment to pick him up. He is a tall, blond man with a spectacular seven inch cock which is thick and relentless. Jake grins when he sees Chris’ provocative pose in her car, and he gives her a quick kiss and fondles her reddened nipples which are very prominent under the white sheerness of the lace bra and blouse. He opens the case resting on his lap and pulls out a red five inch vibrator which he turns on and runs along Chris’ twat under its white thong. Chris slides down in her seat, spreads apart her legs and pulls the thong aside while Jake inserts the vibrator inside Chris’ cunt. He licks his wet fingers after he is finished and then massages her clit until she cums in the car that is parked in the apartment parking lot where anyone can see what they’re doing. He leans over and kisses her, sucking on her hot tongue and caresses her tits. “Jake, you’re too good to me. I’m cumming again, and I need your cock inside me.” Her body trembles as the orgasm rushes through her body, drenching her thong.

“Soon, Chris. Start the car and let’s get to Al’s so he can join in the fun.” Jake pinches her nipple, sending shock waves through her while the vibrator works inside her pussy.

“Okay, but the fucking better be hot!” Chris smiles and licks her full lips and drives away.

As the garage door closes behind Chris’ car, Al walks out to greet Chris. Al is swarthy and dark, with long black hair pulled back in a pony tail. He has a mustache and a goatee which gives him a sexy, menacing look. His nice chest is bare except for its dark hair. He’s wearing a loose pair of black pants, and his erection is evident when he sees what Chris has been doing. Chris loves to fuck Al’s nine inch dick. It isn’t as thick as Jake’s but has given her much pleasure. Al opens Chris’ car door and assists her from the car. He hands the bowl he’s carrying to bodrum escort bayan Jake.

“Chris baby, you look hotter and sexier than ever! How are you this evening?” Al smiles as he speaks. Al hugs her and slides his hand between her legs only to find the vibrator. “What do you have inside that pretty pussy tonight?” His mouth covers her mouth as his tongue entices every nerve in her mouth.

He picks up Chris and lays her back on the hood of her car and spreads her legs so that her rosy, engorged pussy gleams. Jake joins him, and each man holds one of her legs while Al fingers her clit and Jake pulls out the vibrator, and in its place inserts two pieces of ice into her hot pussy. She moans as her juices and the cold water drip from her pussy while Jake finger fucks her ass and Al sucks her clit, bringing her to a volatile orgasm.

“Oh, my God! Please fuck me in my cunt now! Please do it!” Chris moans out loud. Both men continue their actions until she cums again. “Ahhh! I can’t stand it, please fuck me now!” Chris pleads.

Finally, Jake unzips his jeans and takes out his thick cock and inserts it slowly into Chris’ pussy. She cums as he enters her. Once all of his dick is inside her, he begins pumping away hard and deep. She wraps her legs around him, and he lifts her off the car, holding her close while he fucks her hard. He pauses a moment as Al rubs her ass and inserts a piece of ice into it and massages it with his finger until Chris comes hard again on Jake’s cock, grinding against him and groaning. In moments, Jake explodes inside her, and he cries out, “I’m fucking cumming!” Chris continues grinding on his cock until it goes limp, and Jake sets her on the car with her legs apart and cum and juice dripping out on her beemer.

Al stands between her legs and covers her mouth with his, licking her lips and doing wicked things with his tongue, while he unbuttons and removes her blouse and bra. He massages her tits and sucks and bites her nipples until Chris aches and begins stroking his erection. He pushes her back on the car and eats out her pussy while finger fucking her ass. Chris makes so much noise, Al tells Jake to kiss her to muffle her cries of pleasure.

Before she cums again, Al picks her up and carries her into his house. He sits on a chair and stands yalıkavak escort Chris up before him and pulls off her skirt and drenched thong. Her pussy is swollen, and her clit is erect. “Jake, look at Chris’ little dick!” All three laugh, and Chris pulls apart her pussy lips to show off her erection. Al bends down and sucks it once, eliciting a gasp from Chris.

“You two have got to fuck me soon. I want to be fucked by you two men at the same time! Chris speaks as she caresses her breasts and slides her fingers in and out of her wet pussy and laughs at their expressions.

Both men strip and are ready to accommodate her, and Al takes them to his bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Al pulls Chris onto his lap so that she is straddling him, and he slowly fills up her pussy with his cock as he sucks and kisses her tits. “God, Chris, you feel so damn tight and good!” Then he holds onto her and he lies back while Jake massages her ass and enters her, slowly pushing into Chris’ ass, causing her to gasp and whimper for a moment before both men begin fucking her to oblivion. She has never been this full, and it’s one of the most erotic experiences of her life. As her tits are caressed and sucked, she feels like she’ll pass out from sheer pleasure. Her body spasms around Al’s cock and throbs on Jake’s , and it isn’t long until all three cum, crying out in their shattering orgasms.

As they disentangle themselves, Al leads them to his hot tub where the three nude and horny friends drink champagne and soak while their bodies relax in the warm luxurious water. Chris loves to look at the handsome male bodies of her friends almost as much as she likes to be watched by them. Her tits are floating in front of her male lovers, and Al lifts one from the water and swirls his tongue all over it, and Chris feels her juices flow again. Al slides his hand under her and inserts his fingers into her moist, warm cunt. Jake lifts the cold bottle of champagne and pours some of the cold bubbly on her tits. She gasps as her nipples get even harder and longer.

“Hey, guys, I’ve got a wonderful idea! Are you game?”

Both men nod enthusiastically. Chris slowly rises from the water and steps out of the tub, giving both men a full view of her wet pussy as she smiles and winks at them. konacık escort She lies down on the soft plush rug and raises her hips and legs, resting her weight on her elbows and upper arms, and her pussy is wide open to the sky.

“Now, Al, come here and put the opened champagne bottle into my cunt, and let the champagne pour into me. Then I want you to fuck me with the bottle – and then — you and Jake get to drink from my pussy.”

Both men are hard and erect by then, and they kneel on each side of Chris, and Jake kisses her, entwining his tongue around hers and she sucks hard on his tongue, nearly making him cum. Al sucks her nipples and tongue fucks her pussy before he begins pushing the opened champagne bottle into her cunt where the bubbly liquid begins filling her up.

“Ohhh! That feels so fucking good. The bubbles are teasing me sinfully.” Her eyes are closed and she is caressing herself.

Al twists and pushes the bottle as far as it will go in her, and he begins moving the bottle in and out of her inundated pussy.

Chris writhes in delight and cries out, “Oh the bottle is so cold and hard – feels great! So much pressure — I’m cumming hard!” Her body grinds against the bottle and shakes as the spasms throb within her. “Oh, my God! This is too good not to be shared!”

Al slowly fucks her with the bottle, and Jake sucks on her tits. “Jake, get those straws over there.” Jake does as Al instructs while Al removes the empty bottle from Chris’ pussy.

“Yes, I want you two to suck my cunt dry. Get to work!” she says and laughs.

Both men insert the soft, pliable straws into Chris’ pussy and begin to suck up the special champagne. Al moves his straw onto her clit and blows and sucks it with his straw. Chris groans and her body trembles with another orgasm.

“Oh, shit, Al, I’d pay you to do that again!”

He does it again, and then Jake does it. Both men relentlessly suck her juices and her clit, bringing Chris to multiple orgasms. Finally, she collapses onto the rug where the remainder of the champagne is sucked out of her by Jake’s mouth has locked onto her pussy and clit. She blissfully cums and grinds her pussy into Jake’s mouth, and he sucks and tongue fucks her until she almost passes out. Jake cums on her legs and collapses beside her. Al plunges his long cock into her cunt, and she grinds on it, taking all of his luscious cock deep inside her, and she rubs his balls which are slapping her ass. Both she and Al cum together, and Jake tenderly kisses her, as he caresses her sensitive tits. Afterward, the three fall asleep on the rug, exhausted from their fun.

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