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Nicola is twenty and has been living with her partner Samantha for the past two years. She met Samantha or Sam, as she prefers to be called, on the beach. She had just walked out of her family’s home after a terrible argument, and was sitting, feeling very depressed on Town Beach. She is eighteen and possesses long black wavy hair sweeping down her shapely back to her waist. Her face is well tanned with dark hazel eyes. She is well developed with nice breasts although not overly large. Her right wrist shows scars where she once slashed herself. Fortunately she went across and her life was spared. Since then she has undergone intensive psychiatric treatment for manic depression.

She noticed a woman in a gold bikini walking up the sand from the water. She was small, with blond hair, styled more like a boys. As she came closer Nicola saw that she had quite small breasts and startlingly blue eyes. She could not take her eyes off the stranger and felt a strange sensation deep within her. Sensations that she had never felt before were starting to possess her body. She noticed that her nipples had become erect and that she was becoming damp between her legs. Her breathing had become faster and her body appeared to be getting hotter. She felt that these feelings should not be right, but an inner voice told her that they definitely were right. The women sat down next to Nicola and introduced herself as Sam. She asked her why she was so sad. She could not answer; she fell onto Sam’s shoulder and cried. While she was crying, Sam held her, letting her hand trace across Nicola’s erect nipples whilst the other hand traced down her back settling on Nicola’s bottom. Finally Nicola stopped crying, but she continued to lie with her head on Sam’s shoulder; it seemed so right and so comforting.

After half an hour Sam suggested they go to her unit and get some lunch. She helped Nicola up and walked her off the beach to her black BMW convertible. Opening the passenger door Nicola slid onto the white leather upholstery. They drove in silence to Sam’s unit which was on the hill overlooking the bay. It was a modern open plan apartment with a communal swimming pool in the gardens. Going into the kitchen Sam percolated a fresh coffee and Sam asked her about her family troubles. Nicola told Sam that she did not want to discuss them yet. She said that she never wanted to live in her parents’ home again. Sam felt sorry for her. She then told Nicola that she was employed as an executive in a new information technology company. She said that she was on a very high salary and that she could do anything she liked. The time was getting around to one so Sam suggested they took lunch at a restaurant. She gave Nicola a skirt and a blouse and when they were dressed, drove down to a fancy Italian restaurant on the waterfront. They had a lovely meal of spaghetti marinara with a bottle of Pinot Noir.

Just before leaving the restaurant Sam told Nicola that she could consider her home as a refuge. Nicola could not believe it, and hugging her said that she loved her: so it was agreed to go to her parent’s house on the Sunday and collect her car and clothes. Arriving home they went down to the swimming pool and swam some laps before getting out and lounging in the sun.

Nicola’s mind was racing; she really had feelings for Sam, which confused her. She had had plenty of boyfriends and although she had never gone all the way she had given the odd blow job and done plenty of kissing. Her girlfriends at school told her how wonderful it was to go all the way but when she had been with boys she never quite felt right. “This thing with Sam is different though; after all she is a woman. Does this mean that because I have feelings for her that I am a latent lesbian? Yet she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I would like to know how far this will go, after all I think she has feelings for me.”

“Sam I am beginning to feel really soporific and would like to lie down. After the trauma of this morning and the lovely luncheon, I can hardly keep my eyes open.”

“How selfish of me I should have realised that you were an emotional wreck in need of rest. Let’s go in and get you a nice warm bath and then we will lie down and get a nap. I would really like to take you out to a fancy seafood restaurant at the Marina this evening.”

Taking her hand Sam led Nicola into the apartment, drawing a bath for her. The bath was huge and would easily accommodate two people: Nicola was relieved to see Sam remove her bikini, stepping into the bath with her. Facing each other they had an uninterrupted view of their pussies. Nicola saw that her friend shaved her pussy leaving it bare whilst her pussy still had a full main of dark hair. In her soporific state she found the warm water sensually relaxing, laying her head back against the bath she closed her eyes turning off, forgetting her troubles.

When the water started to cool off they got out and dried off before walking into Sam’s bedroom and falling onto the bed. When Sam joined her she kissed her lips thanking her for being so considerate escort bayan and then drifted into a deep sleep. As she slept, she dreamed of her new friend and the support she was giving her.

Four hours later they woke and dressing drove twenty miles to the Marina. This was a large complex that provided mooring for eighty boats, a chandlery, fast food establishments and restaurants. Getting out of the car Sam took Nicola by her hand to an exclusive seafood restaurant. Nicola knew this place although she had never dined there. Her father owned a large maxi yacht moored on one of the finger wharves. Going in, they were taken to a table on the verandah overlooking the water and kaleidoscope of colourful boats.

Getting up they went to the bar and sat in plush leather arm chairs drinking a boutique beer whilst dipping into a bowl of macadamia nuts and chips. Ordering there meal they had another drink waiting for the waiter to tell them it was ready.

Over a meal of grilled flounder and salad they drank a bottle of Chardonnay talking about Nicola’s future. She told Sam that she was in her final year at school and would really like to complete but at another campus so that her parents couldn’t locate her. Sam said that she would help her enroll in a new school on Monday morning.

After dinner they walked around the Marina hand in hand, taking in the sites. The evening was warm and humid and very bright because of the full moon. Arriving at the end of the wharf they stood arm in arm looking out over the water towards Lindsay Island three miles off shore. The lighthouse was flashing its signal to shipping, alerting them to the islands rocky shoreline. Nicola was very aware of her friend’s presence and felt her nipples become hard, pressing out through the soft fabric of her top.

Without speaking they walked slowly back to their car. Driving home in silence they went down to the pool and swam naked lazily moving up and down the pool. Standing in the shallow end pressing their breasts together, they looked deeply into each others eyes before falling into a deep kiss, their tongues lashing each other.

As they kissed Nicola felt her friends hand cup her buttocks slipping down the crack of her ass. She gasped as she felt the wayward hand slip around down over the silky skin of her inner thigh. She knew that her pussy was dripping in anticipation as she almost willed it to explore further towards the sensitive skin of her sex.

Tongues still wrestling Sam’s erotic hand cupped over Nicola’s mound allowing a finger to dip between the folds of her fanny. Pulling out she raised the finger to her mouth tasting Nicola’s secretions. Dipping back in she pressed her finger to her friend’s mouth allowing her to taste herself before breaking away; “I think that’s enough for us this evening. We have a big morning ahead and never, know what trouble we may encounter.” Getting out she dried Nicola paying close attention to the curls covering her sex. Walking slowly inside, they took a nightcap before going to bed.

Early the following morning they took a refreshing swim before returning and dressing. Sam gave Nicola a pair of denim shorts and a tee-shirt. After tea and toast they drove over to her parent’s house. They were at church so they were not interrupted as Nicola quickly emptied her wardrobe and taking her laptop and school books. Getting into her red Toyota she followed Sam to a cafe where they took coffee and a light breakfast before driving to the apartment.

It was a beautiful morning: taking some light snack food and a bottle of Champaign they drove down to the beach, lying on deck chairs in the shade of a large umbrella amongst the dunes overlooking the surf. Nicola was wearing a brief white bikini whilst Sam was in the gold bikini she was wearing yesterday.

Getting hot they walked down to the water’s edge. The surf was not big and they entered the water catching the waves onto the sand. They continued to surf, sharing the water with a large crowd of men women and children. After an hour they walked slowly up the hot sand to their camp. After applying sun block they poured glasses of wine and had some ripe cheeses with salami.

As they relaxed Nicola kept glancing at Sam. She owed her everything and also found her very sexy; she knew that she was attracted to her. Last night’s entertainment had aroused her highly and left her in such a state that she found it difficult to sleep. She was quite aware that this evening they would be taking it much further; and she was equally aware that she wanted it to happen. She remembered in health classes talking about people who were bisexual; maybe that’s what she was.

Late in the afternoon they returned to the apartment, showering to remove sand residue before dressing to go out for dinner. This time they went to a French restaurant not far from the apartment. Walking hand in hand they took half an hour to get there. Taking a small table in the very crowded restaurant they ordered an entree of spinach soufflé with a main of wine poached salmon with lemon truffles accompanied istanbul escort with a Pinot Noir. For desert they ordered a desert wine and chocolate Grand Meuniere crepes. Walking home they were feeling the effects of the wines. It was eleven when they arrived home. Nicola told Sam that she had gone to the Private Girls Catholic College so Sam suggested they pay a visit to the local high school. They took a late night swim standing close together in the water. Sam bent down and kissed Nicola’s lips her serpentine tongue waving its way into her welcoming mouth.

They stood there for what seemed ages until Nicola felt her fingers snake their way down pinching her clitoris before gliding through the sodden outer and inner folds of her cunt; slipping up inside gliding around, feeling, teasing, groping until hitting her G spot. Nicola had never felt anything like this before. Groaning loudly she spread her legs offering herself to her lover. Sam continued the assault pressing two fingers up whilst the other hand pressed a finger into her ass. Nicola was going mad the water around her being thrashed to foam.

She screamed with frustration when Sam stepped back giving her a light slap on the bottom. “Come along Nikki it’s time we got more comfortable.” They stepped out and dried off before walking quickly to the bedroom. “You know how beautiful you are?” Sam pulled into her kissing her again as her arms wrapped around her. We were kissing our mouths locked, tongue’s swirling with gay abandon whilst Sam’s hands roamed freely over Nikki’s virgin skin, while their mouths were still locked in a furious passion. Nikki closed her eyes as she felt Sam’s lips move down over her velvet skin to the little nubs on top of her breasts. She just slipped her lips over them slowly increasing pressure sucking it into her mouth, taking possession of the other sucking on it making Nikki mewl with pleasure. Sam spun round placing her exposed fanny over Nikki’s lips. “Lick me, fuck me with your tongue.”

Doing as instructed Nikki licked up and down pushing her tongue into Sam’s sex. “Oh God I must do the same for you, I can’t take this for much longer. Sam started to lick, I was very wet as she probed deeper, a series of expert flicks which made her breath gasp from her lungs. Her head buried in her thighs Nikki’s receptors going wild, charges of passion swooping through her.

Suddenly as if from the depths of the earth her orgasm broke with an intensity Sam had never witnessed before. She was coming in ever increasing waves of passion Sam clinging to her hips riding her bravely. At last she slumped back onto the mattress a smile of deep satisfaction upon her face. Sam came up to her kissing her lips; Nikki tasting her cum. “I love you so much Nikki, do you understand?” Nikki nodded still unable to speak. Both women slowly drifted into a sex induced coma waking at eight thirty the next morning.

After breakfast they went to the local High School and enrolled Nikki into year 12. She was relieved that she could do the same subjects because she wanted to study dentistry at university. Leaving the school they purchased the necessary uniform and then took an early lunch on the waterfront. After lunch they went down to the beach for a swim and sunbathe before returning home.

It was late afternoon before they arrived home. Taking a shower before changing into light casuals the prepared dinner and later sitting back to watch television over a bottle of Shiraz. Nikki had to be at school by eight thirty whilst Sam had to leave at five thirty for a board meeting which unfortunately meant that they could not get hot and bothered.

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Four years has gone by, with Sam and Nikki living a loving lifestyle together. Nikki passed her final exams and is now in about to complete dentistry. Sam has continued to advance in the company and they are now purchasing a large home on the headland with one hundred and eighty degree views of the ocean.

It was a Sunday morning that saw them lying in bed with an ocean backdrop discussing Sam’s impending trip to London to attend an international IT conference, she would be away for a fortnight and was to be the first time that they had been separated.

“Sam I have been thinking and wish to discuss something with you. We have been together for the past four wonderful years and there is no one else in the world that I wish to be with and yet I have been having some disturbing thoughts. You see when we met I had never done it with anyone before; you were the first and I don’t regret that because it was beautiful and still is. Look darling I have been feeling restless of late because I think I want to try it with a man. My question is whilst you are away would you mind awfully if I live out my fantasy. I wouldn’t do it with just anyone, rather I have a lifelong friend Max; we grew up together and almost regard ourselves as brother and sister: I would feel safe with him. My darling lover if you don’t want me to do this, well I won’t. I love you and wish to share my life with you.”

“Nikki escort darling I think that I understand and I trust you completely. I assume that this fling would last a weekend and if that’s the case have no objections. I love you all the more for your honesty towards me.”

On the Monday morning Nikki drove her lover to the international airport, seeing her off on her flight to London. “I already miss you; see you in a fortnight.”

“Take care Nikki and have a good time with Max. You don’t know how much I love you at this moment. I wish you could have come as well.”

Nikki drove: her mind restless; putting in at a flash cafe for brunch she decided to go to the library at the university and loose her in study. She had been working for two hours when a person came up saying hi. It was Max. Nikki suggested they went down to the cafe for a coffee and talk, she hadn’t seen her old friend for six months. Over coffee they talked and slowly Nikki introduced her wish. “Hey Max because you are such an old friend I have a huge favor to ask you. We have known each other for twelve years and I feel safe in your company. As you know I have been living with Sam ever since I ran away from my parents, we are very much a couple. Over the past month or so I have been thinking about my sexuality and have a wish to do it with a man. I still possess my maidenhead and am asking you to take it. This will not be lasting affair and I have selected you because I know that you will be gentle and won’t try to force the issue beyond the boundaries we have set. Please Max travel with me for the weekend, Sam knows about this so you won’t be splitting us up. Max please, fuck me.”

“Nicola I have always loved you, although it has been a platonic relationship. I have a wonderful girlfriend; her name is Celine and she is studying medicine. Now at the moment she is cramming for exams so it would be possible to spend a night together if that satisfies your fancy.”

“Oh Max thank you sooo much I will book into a resort for this Friday. Would that be OK? All expenses on me.”

“All right my little lesbian fancy let’s do it.”

So, at six in the evening on Friday Nicola met up with Max at one of the fancy resorts up the coast. It was a large white concrete establishment with lawns sweeping down to a secluded beach. They drove up to reception asking the parking attendant to take it to the underground car park. Having booked in they were taken to their suit on the seventh floor. It was a huge room with a bedroom containing a luxurious king bed, a lounge area with plush furnishings and courtesy bar. Walking out form here they found themselves on a private balcony overlooking the heated swimming pool and lawn leading down to the beach and ocean. Helping themselves to bourbon and cola each they lazed back in the recliners on the balcony. They were both nervous so engaged in small talk as they watched the light fade with sunset. When it was quite dark and they were both feeling the affect’s of their drinks they changed to go down to the restaurant for dinner.

The restaurant was a large yet intimate place. They were escorted to a table on a verandah under a gazebo over a large pond. Looking into the water they saw large colourful schools of coy swimming lazily through the water lilies. Ordering a bottle of Shiraz they placed selected their meals of New York Cut steaks and salad. As they drank and waited Max reached over taking Nicola’s hand in his, this was the first time that they had come in contact and Nicola gasped in surprise and sexual emotion. Once the meal was over they walked slowly back to their suit. As they walked Nicole realised that she no longer had any doubts, helped by the wine and pre-dinner drinks.

Shutting the door she embraced Max hugging him to her and closing her mouth over his: her serpentine tongue weaving between his lips. Still kissing Max picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Lying beck with her he opened her blouse exposing her small breasts whose nipples were extended with passion. Kissing down her neck taking a nip in his teeth he teased and bit causing her to squeal both in pain and excitement. She could already feel her pussy, sopping wet with anticipation causing a wet patch on her panties.

Max was the essence of patience, taking his time trying to be as gentle as possible. His erection was so hard that it hurt and he tried to adjust it to make it more comfortable. Helping her off with the blouse he took her other breast in his teeth sliding his artful hand down Nicola’s silken torso to the top of her slacks. Undoing a button and sliding the zipper down her cupped his hand over her saturated panties. Nicola moaned with passionate excitement as he squeezed digging his fingers into her willing fanny.

Carefully, slowly he slipped her slacks down over her broad hips, off her panties and slowly down her legs. Nicola kicked them off opening her legs, exposing her sodden panty encased sex to his searching hands. Max pushed a hand passed the elastic of her panties coming in touch with her heated cunt. Nicola gasped with anticipation as she felt for the first time a man’s questing hand on her most private area. Fingers dipping into her opening her expectant lips to his searching fingers, Nicola thrust her hips up to him moaning, begging him to enter her, take her virginity.

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I floated along the walkway, passing well-lit windows, each teeming with its own private treasures. My body felt like a walking contradiction, tired and weary, yet light and feathery with the freedom that comes after a hard fought victorious battle.

Almost two months had passed since my last opportunity to step out. As the junior member of my firm’s legal team, the burden fell to me to perform all the tedious grunt work. My days had been dominated with early morning meetings, afternoons at the courthouse, dinner conferences with the other members of the firm, and finally, an unending stream of late night research. Many nights, I would crash with exhaustion on the sofa in my office, to tired to make it home.

Finally, that afternoon, the case had drawn to a successful close, with the prosecution unable to provide their burden of proof. The guys, as usual, had invited me to their victory celebration, but I simply wasn’t in the mood to endure another evening of male breast-beating, cussing and down right crass behavior. I had tolerated enough of the old boys club over the past few months to last a lifetime. No, tonight, I was going to celebrate in my own way, in my own time. There would be no testosterone on the menu for me this evening. The night was mine and mine alone. I smiled at the thought.

Before I knew it, I was next to the destination of my desire, brimming with excitement. Nervous, I stole a quick peek at my reflection in the shop window, primped my shoulder-length auburn hair and meticulously applied some additional lipstick — Cover Girl “Cinnamon Spice,” my favorite shade. Confident in my appearance, I gave myself a playful wink and continued on my way.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed my slender body against the heavy mahogany door that stood sentry to a whole other world, my secret world. At that very moment I felt anything was possible. I was genuinely at peace with myself and it felt so good. I was certain something exciting was going to happen to me.

Once inside, my eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. The pounding rhythms resonating throughout the club attacked my ears. It was still early and the place was relatively barren. I thought to myself, how overeager I had been to begin my night out on the town. The longing and the ache within me had won out over my weariness. I felt I had to make the most of my fleeting moments of freedom.

With excited anticipation, I glided past the empty bar and its resident bartender, a stocky unattractive woman in her early forties. Her name was Alice, though everyone called her Al. She had been working here ever since I had made my first visit, over two years ago. A hard-drinking, tough talking woman, she wasn’t someone you messed with. Personally, there wasn’t one thing about her I found appealing, but for some unfathomable reason, she never seemed to go home alone. How ironic, I thought to myself.

I found an empty booth and sat facing the dance floor, my favorite spot. I was a people watcher who never tired of studying the many varied mating rituals that would eventually take place on the dance floor, later that evening. My mind raced with delicious thoughts of my own anticipated mating dance and the intense joy I found in forbidden fruit.

Al’s husky voice startled me back to reality. “Long time, no see, Sheyenne,” she boomed. I was beginning to think we weren’t good enough for the big-time lawyer.”

“Hey, Al,” I smiled. “Nah, just busy. Just busy is all.”

“Nice to have you back, just the same,” Al growled in her intimidating way. “What can I get ya?”

“The usual, Al,” I grinned. “You do remember what I drink, don’t you?”

“Yea,” she smirked. “I never forget a face or a drink, especially escort atakoy not a pretty face like yours.”

“Thanks,” I said politely. “That’s sweet of you.”

“Sweet, nothing,” she bellowed. “I call em the way I see em, is all. One rye and coke comin right up.”

I watched her bulky form stalk back behind the bar. Nice to be where everybody knows your name, I reflected, remembering the line from Cheers. Yea, it’s nice to be back.

“There ya go, darlin,” Al snarled. “Hope you find what you’re lookin for.”

“Me too. Me too, Al,” I replied.

“You’ll have no trouble in that department, Shey. You’re much to pretty,” Al surprised me with her flirtation.

“If a girl didn’t know any better, Al, she might think you’re hitting on her,” I flirted back, my eyes teasing her.

“If I thought I had a chance, Shey, believe me, in a heart beat…in a heart beat,” she said thoughtfully. She smiled warmly and turned away. “You enjoy yourself tonight, little lady, and don’t worry, cuz I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “I will,” somewhat dumbfounded by her candidness.

I fingered the rim of my glass, staring at the amber contents and the cloud-like images formed by the ice. I thought about what attracted me to a woman. I wondered what Al might have to offer a girl such as myself. I thought about how so many of us are guilty of judging people by their looks and not the content of their character. I felt a little ashamed about my earlier assumptions regarding Al. She really was a sweetheart under that rough exterior. Here’s to you Al, I toasted, raising the glass to my thirsty lips.

Slowly, the place began to fill up. Every type of woman imaginable seemed to show up that night, young and old, slim and overweight, rough and feminine, leather chicks, bikers, middle-aged women who might have been just about anybody’s mother and probably were. You name it, they were there. Many showed up in pairs, obvious couples. More often though, they entered alone. It was these unaccompanied ladies I studied closely, constantly searching for the one I might tame.

Al brought me a second drink and then a third, refusing my money each time, insisting they were on the house. I knew they were coming out of her pocket but didn’t have the heart to refuse her offering. With each trip she seemed to grow bolder, going so far as to brush my hand as she placed the last drink before me. I smiled to myself, thinking how funny it must look to see a rough looking woman like Al trying to pick up someone such as myself. Still, I felt admiration for her boldness and self-confidence.

Lost in thoughts of Al’s flirtatious advances, I scanned the dance floor and began to wonder if there would be a special someone for me this night. By now, more than a dozen couples were up on the floor, grinding to the rhythmic tones. I found it a constant source of entertainment to see the many mismatched couples before me. The most interesting couple consisted of a large leather-dyke and a wispy looking femme. The larger woman looked to be about 40 and was decked out in full leather regalia including the appropriate studs, chains and tattoos. The smaller lady appeared to be in her early 20’s, with a very delicate aura to her. There could be no mistaking who was the top in this relationship.

I couldn’t imagine what they might have in common but there they were, grinding to the music, smiles glowing, hands caressing each other, obvious lust in their eyes, each stealing kisses from the other. Again, I wondered what a girl like Al might have to offer and what I might be missing. No, I thought, some things are best left alone. Still, one had to wonder.

A deep hunger seemed to well up within me as I witnessed escort bahcesehir the swirling mass of erotic dance building its synergistic energy. Suddenly, I sensed I was being watched. At first it was just a feeling. I scanned the room, to no avail, unable to locate my huntress. I felt vulnerable, like a fawn alone in an open meadow, frozen with fear.

Peering around, I subconsciously detected a pair of dark eyes ravaging me. Still, I couldn’t pinpoint the source of my discomfort. Then, out of the corner of my vision I detected a set of mysterious dark coal-like eyes glowing between the swaying bodies and flashing lights. I did a quick double take and found myself transfixed by the most exotic gaze imaginable. I sat mesmerized, unable to avert my stare, not wanting to let the object of my desire slip away.

After what seemed an eternity, I began to make out the facial features of the divine creature opposite me. She seemed gracefully older, with high cheekbones, shoulder length shiny raven black hair and the self-assurance of a well-heeled independent woman. Her eyes never left mine.

Slowly, she rose from her perch and glided towards me. Light seemed to frame her face as she approached. She was adorned from head to toe in black attire, broken only by her ruby-red lips and gold jewelry. My mouth became dry and my hands began to sweat profusely. Surely, I thought, she wasn’t coming towards me. But she was.

She stood before me, our eyes riveted and equally thirsty. Standing about 5′ 6,” elegant and sleek, she was dressed in black leather pants and a black silk blouse. She looked to be about 30 or so but my intuition told me she was closer to 40. I felt completely overwhelmed and unable to move, full of fear and excitement. Confidently, she extended her hand, magically drawing me to take it. Seductively, without averting her eyes, she gracefully kissed my trembling hand. Without a word, I found myself compelled to rise and follow her onto the dance floor.

Even though the music was pounding out a fast beat, this raven beauty drew me to her, placing a hand on each of my hips. Hypnotically, my hands slid around her waist and we melted into a single entity. Now facing her, I had to look slightly up, as I am fairly short, standing only 5′ 2.” Slowly, the music swept us up, moving us round and round, our lower bodies pressed together, our stare still unbroken. Eventually, I was unable to maintain my gaze and pressed my cheek softly to her shoulder. She drew me in tighter. I felt my breath becoming ragged and my heart pounding uncontrollably. Our breasts were now pressed together causing a tingle to curse through me.

We danced for nearly an hour, clinging to each other, speaking not a single word. She was simply intoxicating. The smell of her hair, the sweet aroma of her perfume, the rich feeling of her clothes and the warmth of her touch all combined to enchant me. I was in heaven and never wanted it to end.

Finally, she broke the embrace just enough to look into my eyes. She looked deep within me, somewhere inside my soul. I shivered at the power she held over me, once again transfixed by her stare. Slowly, tenderly, she pressed her full lips to mine. Her touch was incredible, sending instant waves of excitement through me. I wanted her tongue inside me but she was in no hurray. Gently, she covered my cheek with precious little kisses, stopping only to nip at my earlobes. I was on fire and felt hopelessly unable to do anything but accept her offerings.

A wicked smile formed on her mouth as she took my hand, turned and led me away from the dance floor. I followed like a love-struck puppy not knowing where she was taking me. We slipped past a previously unknown door, at least to me, down escort gungoren a long dark hallway and outside into the cool night air. A long black limousine with tinted windows was waiting for us — it’s driver anxiously hustling to open the back passenger door for us. She entered gracefully, pulling me in after her. The driver closed the door and hurried around to take his position at the wheel. It was very obvious, that my companion was in charge and not one to be taken lightly.

I was in shock to say the least. On one hand, I didn’t want to ever leave this gorgeous creature. On the other, I was frightened by the suddenness of our departure, especially since I had no idea where we were going, or for that matter, who I was with. Still, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else in that moment or ever again. Something wonderful surely was going to happen tonight. I felt the car begin to move.

“Wh…wh…wh,” I tried to speak, unable to get even a single word out.

“Shh…shh,” she cooed softly. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay.”

“Who, who are you,” I stammered. “And where are we going?”

She smiled a warm smile and pressed the back of her hand against my cheek. “My name is Megan, she purred. “Megan Summers. And who might you be, my precious baby girl?”

I swallowed hard, feeling her other hand stroking my thigh. “Sheyenne. I’m Sheyenne,” I choked out.

“How pretty,” she smiled. “And your last name?”

“Ba–Bayne,” my voice cracked, betraying me. “I’m Sheyenne Bayne but all my friends simply call me Shey.”

“Then Shey it is,” she spoke softly. “Please call me Meg, or Megan as you prefer.”

“Megan, is a very beautiful name,” I replied.

“Thanks, Shey,” Megan offered. “Would you like a drink darling? What do you prefer?”

“Oh…hmmmm…,” I hesitated, once again, caught off guard. “Whatever you’re having Megan. That’ll be fine.”

“Easy to please, I see,” Megan teased. “Champagne it is then.”

She pulled a chilled bottle of champagne from a silver ice bucket and popped the top. Cold bubbles shot up from the bottle soaking both of us. Megan attempted to take the cool liquid into her mouth without much success. She was wet but seemed oblivious to the mess. Excitedly, she pushed the bottle towards me, so that I might try to swallow some of the overflow. All that served to accomplish was to make me equally wet. Megan giggled naughtily. I followed suit, finally letting my guard down.

Megan poured two glasses of champagne and stuffed the bottle back into the ice. “What shall we drink to, Shey,” Megan giggled. I sat silently, shaking my head, not knowing what to offer. “How about new beginnings,” Meg smiled. “Here is to new beginnings.”

I raised my glass to hers. “To new beginnings,” I smiled back, staring into her sparkling eyes. For the second time that night, I felt like I was on top of the world and I knew I never wanted this night to end.

After calming down, I was finally able to ask, “where are you taking me Megan.”

“To my place baby,” she bubbled. “I’m taking you back to my place.”

With that, she leaned towards me and gave me the most passionate kiss of my life. This time I was able to savor her sweet offerings as our tongues danced. Her hands moved over my body the way the ocean laps at a beach. Her touch was light and graceful and full of tenderness. I couldn’t get enough of her sensuous kisses. I smiled at the thought of what was to come. All to soon, the car had stopped and the door sprang open.

“That will be all for the evening, John,” she spoke to the driver, slipping something into his hand.

“Thank you Ms. Summers,” he replied warmly. “Have a good evening.”

“Oh, I plan to John, believe me,” she shot back over her shoulder as she led me to the door.

I was somewhat uneasy with the fact that a man had just seen me kissing another woman. Obviously, it had no effect on Megan. I hurried to keep pace as she pulled me towards the door.

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I have been relating my adventures with Jola and Zbyszka, the transwomanly poles (pun: they are Poles) of a trio I have called the Narcissae, thanks to their resembling each other to the point of being almost mirror-images, the third P(p)ole being Kasza, the cis-woman. Of course, the likeness does not apply at the genital level. Well, you may not be surprised to learn that there is a further chapter in the sequence.

You will certainly not be surprised to learn that, following the fervent fuck-fest of ‘Narcissae Amor,’ Zbyszka and I were soon together the following night, after an intense twelve-hour day of linguistic pyrotechnics. During which I had to make an effort not to divert attention to recalling our close encounters of the amorous kind, prompted partly be my bottom being a trifle sore from her buggering it, and my nipples a little tender from her buccal ministrations.

So, we began by gazing lengthily, languishingly into each other’s eyes. I marvelled that this tight little fairy, all fresh from the dairy, would, indeed, give me a kiss, as many kisses as I wanted, if I asked it. After all, I am nearly twice her age, barnet salted with grey, bosom and bottom softened by anno domini (since I’m using some Latin — Title: ‘All the Narcissae’).

Next, we gave ourselves into prolonged osculation, which underwent a sweet crescendo of intensity of oesophageal delving. This eventually launched an accompanying manual exploration of each other’s clothed contours, as if we were shy, hesitating to seek the flesh beneath. Though what we were really doing was what often characterises the start of the second love-making session, reassuring ourselves that the romance and desire of the first occasion were still, again, present, pressing, pending.

‘Normaczka, you have terrifical tits,’ she said. ‘That is good word?’

‘Good in private between consenting adults,’ I said, ‘Bit rude otherwise. And you have terrific tits, too, lovely Zbyszeczka.’

‘Shall we look each other tits?’

‘Let’s,’ I said, and we solemnly removed each other’s shirts and bras, and held each other’s breasts, and tenderly pressed and rubbed them together, like two girls fascinated by the first sight of another’s mammaries and wondering whether they might be lesbians. We gazed spellbound as our nipples nudged each other erect, unable to distinguish whose arousal was whose, as we entered a phase of shared sensation in which the four breasts created a chorus of total tittage. We dropped our hands and swayed from side to side in opposite directions, sliding the breasts across each other, to the point that the stimulus became almost painful.

‘Is word for this?’ she asked after a while.

‘I shall call it bloosoming,’ I said. ‘It is a mixture of blossoming, blooming and bosom.’

‘Oh, yes,’ she said, ‘Our tits are like flowers, with nipplings like bees going in.’

Only then did we take turns to bend and lavishly lick the bloosoms all over, till she said, ‘Shall we look our pusses now? My fujarka is hurting in my majtki.’

‘Yes, my darling,’ I said, ‘Let me play music on your fujarka. And my lechtaczka is ready for your lips, too.’

Accordingly, we took off each other’s skirts, and contemplated panties. She said, ‘I see your hairs, Normaczka. They are so many.’

‘Not as many as onetime,’ I said, ‘They decrease with age, you know. But there’s still a little pelt for you to scratch and stroke.’

‘My pelt is not so much, but you find me hiding in there.’

‘Yes, my darling, I’m going to find your little ram in your thicket.’

‘Time for panties taking off.’

She knelt, .drew my knickers slowly down my legs and buried her face in my pussy-grove. Her tongue felt for my clitoris, which, already erect, sent a buzz through my whole gynaecology. She said, ‘It taste good, smell good, of you.’

She held the knickers while I stepped out of them. She wrapped them round her face and inhaled deeply. ‘It your smell, Normaczka. It make me want to ficken you soon.’

‘I think first we need to free that ramping ram from that thickish thicket,’ and she stood for me to kneel and peel down the panties. As I suspected, her cock was tucked away as before, hidden behind the dark blonde curtain. She stepped out of the panties. Carefully, I eased her legs apart and reached under escort fındıkzade her to pull out the bum-plug. Her semi-stiff penis swung loose, its mooring post dangling till I freed it from the painter and grasped it gently.

She said, ‘Hold me, Normaczka, make me hard.’

I squeezed that neat, adorable cock, sliding its loose skin through my fingers, and it lengthened and swelled, standing rigid. I leaned forward and took it in my mouth, holding it on my tongue and pressing it against my soft palate. She uttered a little sigh but remained still. I reached round and folded my right hand round her left cheek, and brought my left hand up between her thighs and took her balls in my fingers. As I slipped a finger-tip into her bottom, with another little sigh, she came, not in spurts but pouring herself into me in a steady stream, all of which I swallowed while kneading her cheek.

‘Oh, Normaczka,’ she said, ‘You have drink me all.’

I let her shrinking tool fall from my mouth, and she drew me to my feet. She said, ‘I am drinking you now,’ manoeuvring me onto my back, knees spread, on the bed and positioning herself between my thighs. She pushed her tongue-tip into my vulva, just in front of my vestibule, and slid it upwards to find my clit. Which received its attention with relief and mounting excitation. Cleverly, then, she brought a hand up under my bottom and slid her thumb into my vagina and her forefinger into my bottom, and as she lapped at my lechtaczka she squeezed the two digits, compressing the membranes between them, so that both passages responded in concert. A concerto, in fact, with a three-part cadenza,, for clit, cunt and bum and set up a heavenly harmony and choired me to the choral, chordal, climax.

Just as I came, she fastened her lips over my tender, swollen labia and applied a French kiss, darting her tongue into me and sucking hard to draw my lubricant into her mouth. My whole body sang and, glowed, and I crowed in exaltation, in exultation.

She crawled up my body and laid her head on my swollen bosom. We fell asleep, fulfilled from completed coition.

I awoke to find myself lying face down with a pillow under my stomach. My legs were far enough apart that a tongue was gliding up and down my crevice, lapping across my anus and vestibule. My lover had skilfully moved me into this bottom-up position while I slept, and was now preparing me for the entry of her morning hard.

Neither of us felt a need to speak. We were happy that she proceed as she chose, both confident that our shared desire would seek and find satisfaction. So that when she moved up the bed, settled my cheeks into her belly and began to poke into my crack with her penis, the anticipation augmented our arousal. There was one of those delicious times when it is more interesting, more exciting, that the penis is not guided but finds its way into one or other of the apertures. My preference was actually that it lodge in my vagina, and she knew that and adjusted her pelvis to orientate her probe appropriately.

And when the cunt-seeking torpedo homed in and lodged its glans, we both let out a gasp at the shock of it, the greater in that I was not, yet, fully lubricated. The slight pain of the friction as she thrust in further increased the intimacy and excitation. She pushed in slowly till I felt her fernery against my buttocks, which made me shiver with pleasure. She forced herself all the way into me, compressing my cheeks, and rested for a few moments, while we relished her containment. I even reflected, as we lay locked together, that I really must be mult-sexual, since I do love sometimes to be filled with cock like this, especially, naturally, when I possess some deep emotional attachment to whomever is fucking me.

At this point she took my shoulders and indicated I should lift my upper body so that she could slide her hands beneath me and hold my breasts, nipples caught between two fingers of each hand. At the same time she rested her breasts on my back, so that we were bolstered against each by bosom and bottom.

She began to move inside me again, then, slowly withdrawing till only her glans remained inside, resting like that for a while before, equally slowly, sliding her whole length in again. We were content with the continuing slow in-out-in-out. escort topkapı I set up a conversation between the cock and the cunt. They became perfectly attuned. I could, as it were, read her penis, my vagina understanding through the tissue on tissue contact her sensations, and through that dear divining-rod within me she was aware of how my wall-muscles were responding through the gel I was exuding, with which to caress the welcome visitor in my vagina.

We understood that Zbyszka would be the active one, accumulating her orgasm, assured that mine, also, was accessible, awaiting hers. As she pressed rhythmically into my crevarse, its cushions became ultra-sensitive, so that my orgasm seemed to be gathering as much in my buttocks as in my pussy, and the lower part of my body became a sounding-board, expecting the impact of that driving drum-stick. It was going to happen, I knew. I needed to do nothing other than attend to the pumping of her penis.

And, though she didn’t speed up, utter a sound, become more urgent, I knew she was moving onto the wave-crest, about to surf the huge breaking wave of her climax. So when her shaft expanded in the folds of my labia I began to come and felt as if my vagina was sucking the in-pouring ejaculations out of her, and swallowing them into my inmost recesses through my cervix. She didn’t go rigid: she actually relaxed onto my back and bottom as the ecstasy peaked, and I also remained relaxed and let the inrush of feeling wash through me.

After that we went to shower together, soaping and rinsing each other tenderly, still without speaking. And the first utterance of the day, over breakfast, was hers. ‘Kasza is asking you to come home with me, Normaczka. She want to fick with you.’

‘Does she say so?’

‘Not in words, but I know. She need a woman one time before she go only to men, and she want you, because you have ficken with Jola and me.’

‘It would be interesting to complete the set, of course.’

‘That mean you will come?’

‘I would love to.’

‘We go together home to Poland tonight, with my car.’

I could hardly swallow my roll for thinking about this proposal. Was it in some way inappropriate, bearing in mind my romantic attachment to Zbyszka? No, it was an extension of that, and of my intimacy with Jola, too. And my body was already registering its readiness, leaking into my nice clean knickers. It was longing to lip another woman labia to labia.

So, home we went, after a hard day’s work and the end of the course with coffee and cakes, driving all night, taking turns at the wheel, stopping for breakfast and timing our arrival for after Kasza’s parents had gone to work.

Probably needless to say, Kasza’s wises and our approach had been signalled by text, so Kasza and Jola were awaiting our arrival, and, further to messaging, naked in bed. For Kasza’s first and last lesbianising was not going to be a twosome. It was to be a valedictory quartet, after which all parties would be departing for fresh woods and pastures new. I would be simply returning to the UK, Zbyszka was bound for South America, as I already knew, Jola was going to teach at a German university, and Kasza was to accompany her fiancé to the USA.

Despite our journey, Zbyszka and I could hardly wait to throw ourselves into the fray, and the other two insisted we get started without our showering, since, they assured us our odours of penis, perspiration and pussy were more than welcome. We therefore simply stripped

The proceedings proceeded with Zbyszka dragging the bedclothes off the reception committee, and Jola’s releasing Kasza for me to ogle to my heart’s content. She was, as I expected, beautiful. Her wide-open greenish eyes gazed candidly into mine. Her full-lipped mouth was smiling a little, and then I was devouring her body with my eyes, admiring the full breasts, narrow waist and lush little jungle. With a little laugh she turned over and wiggled her deep-cheeked bottom. She said, ‘You like what you see, Norma? It is all for you. You have fine breast and we can be lesbian together, I think. You must show me what to do.’

Jola got off the bed, kissed me and said, ‘Norma, yes, you will show what lesbians do.’

I lay down by Kasza and we embraced and began a long, probing kiss. When it escort mecidiyeköy ended I said, ‘We do what we feel like doing, as with all love-making. I want to suck your nipples, stroke your bottom, lick your clitoris, finger your cipa. Do you want that? Do you want to do that with me?’

‘Yes, please, I will do.’

I led in the dance, as the more experienced partner, assisted by Jola and Zbyszka, for their were eight hands and four mouths to be brought to bear. There were two cocks as well, but by tacit agreement their turn would come later. For the moment this was primarily a woman-woman encounter, with attendants assisting arousal. And what I intended for this first-and-last double-cunted occasion was the ultimate woman-woman contact, labia to labia. She would never again feel the touch of another woman’s slippery vulva on hers, the clit-clit caressing, the exchange of vaginal secretions.

Some lesbians, I know, do not approve of scissoring, but, as implied above, I love it, because it is so intimate, so ultimate in its expression of shared female excitation. So, when it seemed the right moment I guided her into position, her bottom resting on my left thigh, my right leg between her legs and she quickly understood and wriggled into position, so that our vulvae were sliding against each other and suitable bottomovements brought our clits into play. Meanwhile we could stroke bottom, suck breast, kiss and caress, looking into each other’s eyes with loving desire.

And the other two stood back to watch for a while, then reached for each other’s cocks. The four of us agreed without more than a gesture or two, that when Kasza and I came the other two would simultaneously spray us with their cum. They stood over us, therefore, hands crossed to toss each other.

I felt my orgasm initiate as my labia squirmed across Kasza’s, and I knew from her rocking motions and the pressing hard of her pussy on mine that she was close. I reached behind her and slid a finger-tip into her bottom, and with the other hand I squidged a nipple.

That did it. Hands folded round breasts, mouths sucked at each other and my vulva underwent a supernova of sensitivity, aware of every fold and wrinkle of hers. I fancied that we even released an extra gush of cunt-slip into each other. We held each other close in a long, shuddering access of ecstasy, intensified as Jola and Zbyszka milked each other onto us, dollops impacting everywhere.

Sometimes I forget how much I love to feel a penis within me, because, as then, the sensation of vulva on my vulva seems the most essential experience of my life, and the clitoris-clitoris intercourse seems the supreme way to bring on the orgspasm.

Of course, it was not long before we were all ready to go again, and, this being the first quartet any of us had ever participated in, we went for so many combinations and permutations, becoming more inventive as we went. I will not try to record them all.

The emphasis being on Kasza’s first and last lesbiactivity, she and I were always the primary couple. So, we lay head to tail on our sides, uppermost leg held aloft by the other two, who snuggled up behind us. Thus, the two women could lick and suck clit and vulvae, while the two trans could work their cocks up into our vaginas, restraining themselves until Kasza came, triggering the other three of us.

With a little difficulty we disposed ourselves so that the two trans double-penetrated my cunt while Kasza sat on my chest, my nipple in her vagina, while I tongued her clit to completion and the penises poured their ball-juice into me.

Eventually we were exhausted, and Zbyszka and I succumbed to the weariness of a sleepless night. We slept in a heap till mid-afternoon, then showered, dressed and devoured a huge meal. Till it was time for me to leave.

Jola and Kasza, having kissed and cuddled me for a short aeon, left Zbyszka and me alone in to the apartment’s small hallway, where we clung to each other, too sad at the parting to cry. I forgot the primacy of labialising and said, ‘I want to take you away with me, darling. Can you come once more inside me?’ She nodded, lifted her skirt, pusher panties down and showed me her slowly hardening cock. I turned and bent forward. She lift my skirt, pulled down my knickers just below my bottom and moved forward. This time she guided herself into me. ‘Come, darling,’ I said, ‘Spunk into me.’ And with two thrusts she came, and, after a moment or two, withdrew and quickly dragged up my knickers to catch her last gift. So I could depart and make my way home with a knickerful.

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Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

***

Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

Before I begin, I would like to mention that I know this fantasy sounds a little farfetched, but I swear that everything you are about to read is true, down to the unlucky streak I went through before deciding to write about my unfortunate events. I hope you enjoy.

I love watching movies and TV series. It’s what I do to relax. Unfortunately, purchasing Dexter: The Complete Series was far from relaxing. I already owned the first three seasons, but when I saw the complete series for sale on Amazon, I could not resist. However, I already had quite a few movies and seasons waiting for me, so I put off watching Dexter until I had a little more time. By the time I finally got around to it, the 30-day return period had expired. Since the product was new, I did not worry. Boy was I wrong.

When I received the complete series, I sold the three individual seasons I already owned. That was my first mistake. When I started re-watching the show, I only got to season two before discovering one of the discs was scratched and froze. I knew had no choice but to purchase the second season again (yes, the very same one I had sold just weeks earlier). I contacted Amazon to tell them what had happened and they were kind enough to refund the cost of the replacement season. I thought that was the end of my problems. Once again, I was completely wrong.

I made it all the way to the sixth season before another disc froze. I did not feel like buying yet another replacement season, so I skipped over the part that froze and only missed a minute or so. But I reached my limit when yet another disc froze in season şişli escort seven. I considered sending Amazon another email explaining the pitiful state of the supposedly new box set they had sent me, but by then I was pretty angry and decided to instead give them a call. I am not the type to get angry at customer service people because I know they are not responsible for the troubles their company’s customers are experiencing, but this time was different. I was pissed and someone was going to pay. I was planning on giving the customer service agent a piece of my mind, but all my anger instantly faded the second I heard her voice.

“Welcome to Amazon customer service,” she said. “How may I be of assistance?”

Instantly, my anger faded and a spark of arousal ignited deep within my pussy. I never understood how people could get turned on by phone sex. Until now. The woman at the other end of the line had the sultriest voice I had ever heard and the mere sound of it made me wet. I had no idea what she looked like, but in my mind’s eyes, she was a beautiful, fiery redhead. I could feel my arousal level skyrocket at the mere thought of her and knew it was only a matter of time before one of my fantasies took over. But in order for my sexual daydream to go unnoticed, I first had to provide the reason for my call.

I barely had time to explain the situation before reality faded. I was so turned on that I made my move mere seconds after the fantasy had begun. Barely taking the time to take a breath, I said the first thing I could think of.

“What do you look like?” I asked.

There was a moment of silence before the woman started to stutter a reply.

“Never mind,” I cut her off. “You’re a redhead now, okay?”

There was another short silence before I a weak, “Okay,” emerged from the receiver.

“Do you know what I’m thinking of?” I asked.

Her silence made her confusion obvious. Ignoring it, I kept going.

“I’m licking your pussy.”

Another silence.

“You are?” she asked timidly.

“Yes!” I replied firmly. “And you taste so sweet.”

The second I heard her giggle nervously, I knew my plan was working.

“Can you feel my tongue diving in and out of you?” I asked. “Soaking up your sweet juices? eskort taksim Sending shivers of arousal running across your skin?”

To each one of my questions, I got a weak, “Yes.” It took a while, but I eventually heard her start to moan. I pictured her with her panties around her ankles and her legs spread wide. I imagined the expression on her face as I furiously tongue-fucked her tight cunt.

Her moans grew.

“I’m gonna cum!” she soon announced. I had no clue if she was just playing along or if she was actually pleasuring herself, but I did not care. All that mattered was the picture of her I painted in my mind. I saw her with short breath. With tangled hair. With a writhing body. Then it happened. She climaxed.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!” she shrieked. A smile curled my lips as I pictured her squirting her hot juices all over me. I could almost feel her sweet nectar running down my chin. I imagined her poon clenched around my tongue as she released wave after wave.

Her breathing began to slow and with one final moan, it was all over. But for me, it was just beginning. I was getting ready to command her to reciprocate when she took control.

“Do you know what I’m thinking of?” she asked.

I smiled. Those were the exact same words I had used. Gladly giving up control, I lay back in my computer chair and spread my legs (did I ever mention I hate to wear underwear) and started stroking my bare pussy.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as my fingers danced across my engorged labia. My cunt was already soaking wet and my phone lover’s voice only made it wetter. But it was not until she spoke again that my juices really started flowing.

“Guess what I’m holding in my hand,” she said, but continued before I could even answer. “A strapon!”

I almost came then and there. But I held on long enough for her to describe the toy in detail. I will not bore you with the details, but suffice it to say it was big. No, huge!

“Can you feel me sliding it in your pussy?” she asked.

“No!” was my answer. I gave her a second to worry before explaining. “Because it’s is my ass.”

She giggled nervously and I pictured her turning red with embarrassment and arousal. But she quickly got over her initial shock and remained control.

“Do escort mecidiyeköy you like the way my big cock feels in your ass?” she asked.

“I fucking love it!” After a short pause, I added, “Faster. Fuck me faster!”

No sooner had the words left my lips that she started grunting. My arousal skyrocketed as I pictured her furiously jerking back and forth, forcing every last inch of her strapon in and out of my ass. Of course, what I felt darting in and out of my rectum was the vibrator I had recently pulled out of my sex drawer, but in my mind’s eyes, it was a massive strapon.

“Faster!” I begged again. “FASTER!”

She was now pounding the living shit out of me. My breath was short. Beads of sweat pearled on my forehead. More arousal than ever before coursed through my veins.

“I’m gonna c…” I began, but the final word died in my throat.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!” I instead shrieked as my pussy came to life. Wave after wave of orgasmilk shot out of me and splashed all over my desk and computer. But I did not care. Nothing mattered but the incredible feeling of my lover’s large strapon diving in and out of my ass as I squirted all over the place.

Unfortunately, I was never given a chance to finish. About halfway through one of the most intense fantasy orgasms of my life, a voice snapped me back to reality. It was the same voice I had been fantasizing about for the past few minutes, but the words it formed made it clear my sexual daydream was over.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked in that sultry voice of hers. Glancing around, I discovered my surroundings free of cum and my vibrator safely tucked away in my sex drawer. A sigh escaped me as I realized my fantasy was officially over.

I had missed most of the conversation and had absolutely no idea what my fantasy lover’s real-world twin had said. But I could not very well tell her I had missed what she had just said because I was fantasizing, so I simply thanked her for her help and hung up.

I had no idea what I had agreed to until I received an email confirming the impending expedition of a replacement copy of Dexter: The Complete Series. A few days later, the package arrived and I was able to replace the defective discs and watch the rest of the series without incident. It was a lot of work for a mere eight seasons, but given the fantasy I got out of it, I have to admit it was worth it.

***

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez

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From Scared to Dared to Bared to Shared: Taking Dares to Share

Once Amy had asked if everyone was willing to stay and test themselves against more dares, all the others were faced with the same challenge to their comfort. Lisa and Jack turned to each other and saw that they were already nodding in agreement without needing to discuss it. Dot had no problem convincing Ted to stay in with her, and Karl and Lilly were eager to repeat the excitement they had known before.

Kate turned to Jay and hugged him. As she did so, she whispered in his ear, “I guess I’ll be taking off all my clothes again. Care to join me?” The way he kissed her neck was all the answer she needed.

Like Kate, Cindy seemed to realize her modesty would be tested and overwhelmed soon, and she asked, “So how do we get this to work?” Just asking the question that way told the others that she was willing to go along, and if Cindy was willing, Steve was too.

Amy beat Vick to the answer, saying, “Think of it as play, not work. And that means getting rid of our work clothes and into our play outfits.”

“Does that mean what I think it means? I mean, what are our play outfits?” Cindy wondered.

“Yes, it means what you think it means,” Amy quickly replied. “Our best play outfits are just the hair on our bodies, nothing else.”

“Skimpy outfits, but that’s what I thought you meant, alright,” Cindy said. “Who goes first? Not me, please.”

Vick was ready to raise the tension in the room. “Getting undressed can be the first sharing play. Rather than taking off your own clothes, you get stripped by two others, or even more.”

His use of the word “stripped” put some of the girls on edge a bit. Of course, they all knew they were baring all one way or another, so it hardly mattered what you called it. Still, stripping for everyone else there, let alone getting stripped by others while everyone else watched, suggested more than they were ready for.

Cindy spoke up, “Getting stripped sounds a bit forceful, like we’re losing our clothes even though we don’t want our clothes taken off.”

Amy was quick to calm things, seeing that Cindy’s anxiety came from more than just the way Vick was talking. “We’re all big boys and girls here, and there’s nothing wrong with wanting to have some modesty, some limits. Before we let them go, I mean.” Everyone laughed. “But if those limits are stretched too far, speak up. That last weekend, remember, we didn’t undress ourselves at first. For now, let’s everyone get stripped or get undressed, but get naked. After that, we can take it slow, see how it goes and how everyone feels.”

“Okay,” Cindy agreed, “but, please, not me first.”

“How about Jack and me?” Lisa offered. “We’re the hosts, so we should go first. From what you say, Amy, I assume Jack and some other boy take my clothes off, right?”

Vick had another daring idea. “Why not have some girls stripping him at the same time boys are stripping her?”

A quick check around the room found no one willing to object. There were anxious nerves at the idea, but not enough to make anyone say so out loud.

“Do I get to pick the guys?” Lisa wondered.

“How about if Jack picks them?” Vick’s mind was working fast.

“I guess I trust my husband to make good picks, so, yeah, that’s fine. Who are the lucky boys you want to strip me?”

Jack was taken aback momentarily by the abrupt question. “Well,” he said, “I think Jay deserves to be one of the guys after what you did to him before. And as for the other guy, because I think you’re expecting me to choose Karl as the one who has seen us and been seen through the open doors, I’m going to pick Steve, just for a little surprise.” Lisa’s smirk told him he had caught her a bit off guard.

Amy said, “Kate and Cindy, you should be the ones to undress Jack. This is about sharing, so couples should be together in this.”

That seemed logical, so Kate and Cindy got up along with Jay and Steve. “As long as I’m not going first,” Cindy said as she tentatively moved beside Jack.

One final instruction from Amy was, “Don’t be shy with your hands, now. You’re not handling fragile glass. Not that you should be rough, just let them feel your hands on them.”

Cindy started on Jack’s shirt buttons, figuring that Kate would then go to work on his jeans. Instead, Kate pulled the shirt, untucking it as Cindy undid the buttons. Both of them then could push it off, each taking one shoulder to run their hands over. Each then knelt to remove a shoe and sock, followed by Cindy unbuckling his belt while Kate pulled down the zipper. Again, they could both yank on the jeans, pushing them down his legs. That left only his underpants. In this task, Cindy followed Kate’s lead. Neither girl was very forward, but Kate was the bolder of the two. She pushed the back of his pants down in back, feeling his bottom in the process. Cindy did the same from her side. Kate then brought her other hand to the center of Jack’s waistband escort bayan in front and waited for Cindy to put her other hand there too. The two of them proceeded then to push his pants down, not by pulling them away from his body, but by sliding their hands along his stomach, through his pubic hair, and onto his penis. This last touch was slow and lingering until finally they pushed the pants more and let them fall to Jack’s feet.

Lisa was watching, of course, and quietly said, “Oh, my,” clearly impressed with how her husband had lost his clothes.

His erection confirmed that he was enjoyably impressed by their ministrations as well. Just to be sure, Kate gave it a squeeze, saying, “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Very much,” Jack replied. “I feel wonderfully stripped.”

Jay and Steve were not trying to keep up with the girls, letting Lisa give her attention to what was happening to Jack. Once he was nude, though, the boys wasted no time in pulling her shirt over her head. They took her by surprise when their hands went to her bra straps next, peeling them down from her shoulders. Her bra was another of her wispy ones, and it had a clasp in front. The boys used this detail boldly, unhooking it and then pushing the cups off her breasts with their hands right on her skin. Lisa sighed as her nipples hardened when brushed by their palms.

She kicked her own shoes off, eager to have them get her slacks undone. Steve released the button at her waist, and Jay lowered the zipper slowly, keeping all in suspense about the wispiness of her panties. There was no disappointment as her slacks fell. Her matching panties were barely there.

As the boys paused to look and let the others see, Lisa said, “I wore this set on purpose, figuring that everyone would like to see me in it. Please carry on, though.”

Nevertheless, the boys gave her panties careful attention, following the lead of their girlfriends by reaching inside of Lisa’s thin garment where everyone could see their hands lower them in the back and then see their hands come around, still inside her panties, to touch her hair and moist labia before sliding the panties down and off.

Standing there nude and stimulated, Lisa said, “Let me tell you, Cindy, that was getting stripped, not undressed, and I love the difference.”

Before Lisa and Jack could sit down, Amy suggested, “You two should stay there and help strip Cindy and Steve and Jay and Kate.”

Cindy looked at Kate anxiously. “I didn’t want to go first, and now I think I don’t want to go second.”

“Don’t worry,” Kate said, “Jay and I can be next. But your turn is coming soon. It should be even more special, with both boys nude when they strip you.”

Cindy hadn’t thought that far in advance, but was still relieved a little. As for Kate, she simply figured that her turn would come soon enough and it hardly mattered if she volunteered Jay and herself to go before Cindy and Steve. Not that she was completely calm. Leaning over toward Jay, she whispered, “Hope you don’t mind. How far do you want me to go once I’m naked again.”

“I don’t mind, and I’ll go as far as your body leads us.”

Cindy interrupted their whispered conversation, asking, “Do we go in the same order, boy first? These two seem to like being nude, so I doubt they care.”

Jack was looking at Kate’s eyes and knew she was just as nervous as anyone else there. “I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe she’s just being nice to you and is no more eager to be stripped than you are.”

Vick, thinking quickly, said, “Well, it is a dare we’re all doing, so it’s a good time to mix it up. Strip Kate before Jay.”

Kate looked again at Jay. He smiled at her and gave her an encouraging nod, and she raised her arms, ready to comply in losing her sweater first. Steve and Jack stood on either side of her and began to lift it. Jack noticed before Steve that she had no bra strap across her back, and his hands confirmed that she was not wearing a bra. The two boys changed their method, no longer simply lifting the sweater, but reaching under it and pushing it up. In that way, Kate got the same treatment as Lisa, their hands sliding around from her back, up her stomach, and over her small breasts on the way up to her neck. Both Steve and Jack took the liberty of giving her breasts a brief squeeze. Suddenly bared to the waist, Kate shyly shrugged and said, “I didn’t wear a bra figuring it would not be allowed tonight anyway.”

Her remark got a laugh from the others. Their attention quickly returned to the two boys who were unzipping Kate’s slacks, which easily fell to her feet. She kicked off her shoes that the boys had forgotten in their haste and stepped out of her slacks. Everyone recognized the lacey bikini style panties, and Steve made her turn around slowly so that they all got to see them from all angles. The panties were not as sheer as Lisa’s, but thin enough to let them all see the boys’ hands cross her bottom or triangle of pubic istanbul escort hair.

Jack’s erection poked her in the hip a few times and then in a more fleshy part of her bottom when her panties were lowered enough to expose it. “Getting ahead of ourselves there,” she said as she looked behind her.

“Sorry,” Jack said, “but remember that you’re partly to blame for it being in the way and bumping you.”

She was standing there with her panties partly rolled down, the top of her pubic hair visible except for when Jack or Steve’s hands were covering her as they very gradually inched them down her thighs. Kate brought her legs together, catching Steve’s hand briefly, which made her panties fall and release her from the boys’ manual examination of her sex. Not that it wasn’t pleasurable for her as it was for Lisa. Moisture on Steve’s fingers proved that.

“Stripped or undressed?” Lisa asked her.

Kate was a bit breathless when she answered, “Oh, stripped, for sure. Fondled too.”

Without a word, Lisa and Cindy started to strip Jay. Lisa began slowly with his shirt buttons. Cindy was already undoing his belt and zipper, though, so Lisa joined her, pulling off Jay’s shoes and socks. They made short work of pulling down his jeans. Cindy reached for the waistband of his briefs then, and Lisa went along with her. From their kneeling position, they ran their hands up his legs, grabbed his briefs, and pulled ever so slowly. His shirt tail hid his bottom when it was bared. As the waistband was gathering just above his erection that had been pushed sideways, Cindy pulled the elastic out and put her hand at the base of his penis, cupping his testicles.

“I’m protecting them from potential harm,” she said teasingly. “Don’t want the elastic to snap back and hurt these vulnerable guys.”

Lisa put her hand over the part of his erection that Cindy wasn’t holding. “Well, then I’d better take care of the rest,” she said. With her free hand, she pulled Jay’s pants down until they dropped and he stepped free. The girls did not immediately let go. After one more squeeze, Lisa said, “Just checking. Everything seems alright.”

With his erection sticking out beneath his shirt, the girls reached up past Jay’s penis and finished undoing his buttons. Only then did the two of them stand, letting their hands pass over his erection one more time, and push his shirt off.

Before Lisa or Amy could ask, Jay confirmed, “Definitely not just undressed. Stripped and stroked is more like it.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Cindy told him.

Jay turned immediately. “Get ready to enjoy your own stripping, Cindy. It’s your turn, and there’s no stalling.”

Jack was quickly on her other side. Without checking to see if Steve should go before Cindy, he and Jay lifted Cindy’s sweater, tousling her hair as she gave in and raised her arms. Her bra was similar to Lisa’s. Cindy knew everyone was looking at it and at her nipples that clearly showed through it. She did not try to meet their eyes, looking down and expecting to see the boys start on her slacks.

Before they reached for her zipper, Jay said, “I wonder if the panties match the bra.”

Neither he nor Jack made a move, and Cindy realized they were waiting for her to answer. She looked up then and said, “You’ll just have to see for yourselves in a moment.” As she answered, she instinctively straightened her hair.

Jay told her as he pulled her zipper down, pressing his hand into the spot between her legs, “I think your hair looks fine. In fact, you look great without make-up these days.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls you’re stripping down to the nude.”

“Well, right, you look great nude too.”

“How do you know? I’m not nude.”

“Give us a few minutes.”

Cindy went back to looking down, not out of shyness this time, but to see the two erections that were constantly bumping into or rubbing against her legs. Both were wet at the tips and left little, shiny trails of moisture along her thighs. That is, along her thighs now that her slacks were down. As she knew, all of them now could see that her panties were as thin and revealing as her bra. She had started to wear such lingerie for Steve, but tonight, she pretty much expected to show it off to the group. Jay and Jack even had her also do a turn for them all.

That brief exhibition over, she braced herself for what she knew the boys were going to do next. Her bra had its clip in the back, and once it was undone, she felt hands coming from her back and on either side of her chest, just under her arms. The hands continued, down slightly over her ribs and then up, holding her breasts tightly. The boys used their free hands to pull the bra away, and after several long seconds, released her breasts to be viewed by the others.

The boys immediately reached into her panties. “Please don’t tear them,” Cindy whimpered. Her breath was becoming short, excited. She felt Jay pull the waistband istanbul escort bayan out so that he could peer into her panties and see her pubic bush. He repeated the move from behind, getting a preview of her bare bottom, and he of course held the panties open long enough for Jack to look in as well. For a moment, Cindy had the silly hope that such peeking would mean that the boys would not pull her panties down. That hope passed after a moment’s pause for the boy’s to finish looking. Gently and slowly, she could feel the hands lower her panties, first in the back after several squeezes, and then in the front. Jay’s hand met Jack’s over her pubic hair, and both hands pushed together over her vulva. She knew they were getting her moisture on themselves too. It seemed to take a long time before her panties were loose enough to float to the floor.

Jay almost startled her when he said, “Now you’re nude, and I was right. You look great.”

“Thank you” was all she could respond, not just to the compliment, but for the pleasurable experience too. Cindy wanted then to sit down and make her nudity less obvious that way. She had to stand there and wait, though, for Steve was still to be stripped by Kate and Lisa. She watched them take his clothes, of course, but she was all the while conscious of having nothing to do except stand there with nothing on. So when the girls let their hands comb through the hair on Steve’s chest, and when they finally exposed his hard penis, held in their hands, Cindy saw it all without quite feeling the full excitement of her boyfriend’s full exposure. He was smiling at the end of it, and she was happy to be with him and to be finished with the ordeal of being stripped.

After the three couples were naked, the other three couples stood to put on their own display. Amy and Vick agreed to be stripped first. Dot and Lilly did not take as much time with Vick’s clothes. In fact, everyone was a bit more eager to get caught up with the original group. Not that there was no contact that would be forbidden otherwise. Both girls made sure to grab and stroke Vick’s erection, just as Amy had to endure the fondling from Ted and Karl.

Dot wanted her and Ted to go next, and she enjoyed her stripping, done by Karl and Vick. At last, she got to know what it felt like to have another boy’s hands on her breasts, her bottom, and her vulva. Getting naked was not hard for her, nor was the touching. She wondered more about how Ted would react to seeing her subjected to such treatment. His smile and his erection were all the answer Dot needed. He whispered to her afterwards, “Amy and Lilly have very curious hands, going everywhere.”

“So did Vick and Karl,” she said.

“I know. I saw.”

“You okay with it?”

“I loved it more than I thought I would, that is, seeing you get stripped and felt up like that. The touching from Amy and Lilly, how could I not like that?”

Karl and Lilly were the last to be stripped, and Lilly went after Karl. Given Ted’s reaction, Dot was all the more playful with Karl’s body and every inch of his genitals. As for Lilly’s stripping, Ted and Vick were gentle and slow, and Lilly herself was full of self-deprecating quips. Like Kate, she wore no bra. When the boys discovered this, she joked, “I’ll wear one when I need one.” In taking off her shirt, the boys let their hands linger over her tiny breasts and hard nipples. They were enjoying the moment, and Lilly made a joke of how long their hands were on her chest, saying, “Keep feeling around, boys. It’s not easy, but you’ll find them.”

At last, everyone was naked. Lilly had ended the stripping with some jokes, and she started the next part of the evening with a request. Dashing across the hall, she retrieved her Polaroid camera and requested that all the boys she had not photographed yet let her take a picture of them nude. Given the mood in the apartment, she had no trouble getting the cooperation of the boys. The other girls were relieved. Letting themselves be stripped didn’t make them want to be photographed.

Lilly said, “Getting them while they’re hard is a bonus.”

Amy asked, “Wasn’t Jay’s erect when you took his picture?”

“Nope, I surprised him in the shower.”

Lisa said, “He was getting wet, like at the beach. Maybe that’s what makes the boys there well behaved.”

Jay answered, “Don’t forget, the beach was a crowd of strangers, not a bunch of friends. I guess I never figured we’d have sex with strangers.”

“With all your friends, you could have sex with them?” Amy asked.

Jay didn’t answer, and Kate said, “Maybe his penis is doing all the talking. No beach, no shower, so not soft.”

Lilly was taking a picture of Steve then and said, “Steve’s penis seems to speak the same language.”

Cindy, still a bit possessive of Steve, asked, “Those are not for sharing, are they?”

Lilly assured her, “Nope, they’re for my private collection only.”

Amy then brought the conversation back on track. “On the subject of sharing, I think that’s what this dare is really about. Getting everyone naked was just the preliminary. Now that we’re all naked, are we all in for the dare?”

Cindy was still anxious. “What does the sharing consist of? What are we doing with each other?”

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A/N: This story contains adultery. Don’t like? Then don’t read!

* * * * * * *

It was Friday afternoon and Carly saw that Steve and Kevin were in Wayne’s office door. She couldn’t help but think “Mmmmm, yummy trio!” and smiled at the thought. She’d always liked all three of them but they were off limits, two were married and the other had a girlfriend. Kevin called out to her “Hey Carly, do you have skates?”

“Yes, I do, why?”

“Well, there may only be a handful of us on the ice tonight so you should join us.”

“Kevin, there’s no way I’m playing hockey with you guys. I can barely skate!”

“If there’s only a few of us, we won’t really play, we’ll just have fun on the ice. Come on, join us! It’ll be fun!”

The other two nodded so she asked “Why wouldn’t there be enough players? I thought that with that bunch from Stewart’s other hockey league, you had lots.”

Wayne answered “They’re all participating in a tournament this weekend so they won’t be there. We still have the ice so we’ll be there, even if it’s just for fun. Come on, join us. I’ll bring a stick for you. Which side do you shoot from?”

“Both.”

“Seriously, do you shoot from the left or the right?”

“Both! I was never really able to choose on so if you have a stick with a straight blade, that’s great!”

“Whatever. I’ll bring a couple. Bring your skates and some gloves.”

“I don’t have hockey gloves!”

“Just any gloves will do. Take these work gloves, that’s probably the best.”

Wayne handed her a pair of work leather gloves. Carly took them and said “All right, see you later.”

That evening, Carly made her way to the double rink. A junior team she liked to watch was playing from 7 to about 9:30 and her co-workers had the other sheet of ice from 9pm on. As usual, she was wearing a team jersey with a thermal t-shirt and a fleece underneath and had her jacket in her hands. She knew she would need it later when it was time to go home.

The junior game was a fast one. They were done with a win by 9:10 pm so she went to the other rink. There, she saw five of her co-workers on the ice. Wayne came to the door and said “Go get your skates, we’re not playing, we’re just having fun.”

Carly went to her vehicle and got her skates. Wayne got off the ice and let her into the change room where she changed from her boots to her skates and left her coat behind. He gave her a hockey stick and they went to merter escort the ice. She hesitantly skated for a while with the guys and then they took turns shooting pucks at Steve, the goalie. Of course, he stopped everything Carly shot at him until she passed the puck to the other side and flipped the stick over and shot with the opposite hand… and fooled him!

The guys all cheered and Carly raised her arms in celebration. Steve shook his head, knowing he’d get teased about this for ever.

But once he knew what Carly could do, he wasn’t fooled again. They nonetheless had a lot of fun and soon, the hour was over so they went back to the change room. Two of the guys quickly changed and left so only Steve, Wayne and Kevin were left.

Kevin reached into a small cooler and handed each of the guys a beer and then handed Carly a bottle of lemonade, knowing she didn’t drink. She took a few big sips and said “Thanks Kevin!” They chatted and joked around for a bit. Wayne went to the shower and came back wearing only his jeans. Carly tried not to look but she’d seen his chest and could only think of touching it. She couldn’t, of course, so she looked away. Then, Steve took his turn in the shower and also came back wearing only his jeans. Again, Carly had to avoid looking because he too was nicely built. Carly go up and said she had to go to the washroom so they showed her where it was. Meanwhile, Kevin took his turn in the shower.

Once in the small washroom, Carly chided herself “Dang girl, get a grip! It’s not like you haven’t seen shirtless guys before!”

Carly did her business and composed herself. Then, she came back and took another big sip of the lemonade.

“This tastes funny.”

The guys just kept talking and drinking their beer and Carly had another sip. She started feeling all warm and fuzzy so she asked “Did one of you spike my drink?”

Just then, Kevin came back, also shirtless. He was towelling his hair dry. Carly looked at him and said “Wow, nice hair!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I need a haircut.”

“Why is it that every time I tell you I like your hair, you go and get it cut?”

“Cause I get the sarcasm, that’s why.”

Carly walked up to him and reached up to his hair “But it’s not sarcasm! I love it when your hair gets longer! There’s so much to play in!”

He was stunned but let her play in his hair. Carly played in his hair for a moment then eskort pulled him down for a kiss on the lips. Then, she pulled away and said “It’s hot in here. Help me get this off.”

And, joining action to words, she started pulling the jersey off. She got a little tangled so Kevin had to help. She then started taking off the fleece and the guys protested but she said “Don’t worry, there’s another layer under!”

But the thermal t-shirt was somewhat see-through and they could see her lacy bra through it. Her large breasts really stood out from her frame and the guys whistled their appreciation, making Carly giggle a bit.

Kevin broke the silence “May I ask you something?”

“You may ask me anything you way.”

“Are they real?”

“Absolutely! Wanna feel them?”

Kevin swallowed and nodded. Carly got close to him and turned her back to him and grabbed his hands and brought them up in front of her and onto her breasts. He cuddled her and gently squeezed her breasts and she moaned.

She caressed his arms and hands and said “Dang, whatever you boys put in my drink sure is making me feel frisky!”

Kevin protested “It wasn’t me.”

The other two also protested that it wasn’t them. Carly said “I don’t care, this feels too good for me to be angry.”

She paused. She still had her hands over Kevin’s hands and then she asked “Can we declare this room to be Las Vegas tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know…” She put her hands behind her on his sides and pulled him closer and continued “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”

Kevin looked at the other two guys and said “I’m willing, are you?”

Wayne and Steve got up and approached. Wayne pulled Carly’s hands away from Kevin and took them in his and said “Carly, I think you’re a bit drunk. Not sure what was in that drink but you’re not in any state to …”

Before he could finish, Carly freed her hands, grabbed his face and kissed him. Then she pulled away and said “You’re my best work friend and I’ve told you several times lately that I’ve been lonely. Well, what I really meant was that I’m horny. Shut up and give me some loving!”

She kissed him again and then let him go so she could kiss Steve. Then, she turned and kissed Kevin. Then, she stood in the middle of them and took that t-shirt off. The guys just watched. She then took off her boots and pants and tights and stood there in matching lace bra and panties. fatih escort Then she said “Off with the jeans!”

While they took they jeans off, Carly took off her bra and panties. Then, she pushed Kevin to sit on a bench and sat between his legs. She pulled his hands onto her breasts and said “Play with them.”

While Kevin started playing with Carly’s breasts, Steve didn’t hesitate. He dove to her pussy and started licking it. Carly moaned loudly and arched her back, clearly enjoying Steve’s tongue. She looked at Wayne and motioned for him to give her his cock. She stroked his cock while Kevin teased her nipples and Steve continued to lick her pussy.

She pulled Wayne to her mouth and started sucking on his hard cock. Then, she pulled Steve’s head harder into her pussy and came with a loud moan. She gently pushed him away and then shakily stood up and said ‘Wayne, on the bench.”

Once Wayne was on the bench, she lowered herself onto his hard cock and put her legs over his so she was wide open. Then, she motioned for Kevin to take Steve’s place, licking her pussy and for Steve to give her his cock to suck on. Wayne gently rocked his hips to move up and down inside her while Kevin licked her with the clear intent to show that he was just as good a pussy licker as Steve. When he succeeded in giving her another orgasm, she pushed him away, let go of Steve and put her legs back to the middle and stood a bit but not enough to get off Wayne’s cock. She rode his cock until he came into her pussy.

She then got down on the floor and told Steve “Fuck me from behind.” Then, she told Kevin “Give me that beautiful cock, let me taste it.” They both obliged.

Wayne also got down on the floor and reached under her to play with her nipples, something that got her moaning in appreciation. It didn’t take long and Steve was shooting his load into her pussy. As soon as he was done, she pushed Kevin down and got on top of him. She rode him furiously. The other two came to her side and sucked and played with her nipples. Steve reached down with one hand and rubbed her clit and she exploded into another orgasm, taking Kevin along in his own orgasm.

When the intensity ebbed away, Wayne said “We should get washed up and out of here before the rink rats come in here and find us.”

They cleaned up and got dressed and just as they were about to leave, the rink workers came in to check if they were done, saying they wanted to close up for the night.

The four of them walked out to the parking lot. Carly said “Guys, this was a one time thing. I know you’re not free and I don’t want to break up anyone. So… Las Vegas?”

The four of them agreed to never say anything, ever.

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Chapter 1

I majored in Marketing in college and got a job with a medium-sized toy company, of all things. It has, I suppose, in some ways, allowed me to remain imbedded in my childhood but, if you know anything at all about the toy industry, it’s strictly a grown-up business, dead serious and high stakes.

So, I’d been with them a while, gotten two promotions, and had also found a girlfriend in the process. We worked in different departments which was a help realizing the somewhat oppressive state of corporate rules and state and federal laws that tend to temper the hormonal happenings in the workplace.

It was rather odd the way we got together, we first met at a company meeting which was supposed to foster interdepartmental communication and, for Carrie and me, it really worked well.

It was a series of three afternoon and evening get-togethers that included social time and dinner and the first night I was seated next to a woman, a quite petite woman, perhaps a few years older, but really quite pretty.

Carrie was five-one, one hundred and six pounds with, from the top, curly blond hair, gray-blue eyes, cute nose, pink luscious lips, nice chin and a pair of knockers that were impossible to hide. The rest of her was also curvy and she had my attention as soon as we all sat down.

Our conversation, as with most, began with life’s generalities and went right on into the more specific areas when you know you’re being attracted to the person.

I was twenty-six, almost twenty-seven, at the time, and I figured she was maybe twenty-nine or thirty. The meetings lasted three afternoons and evenings and we both began switching our place cards so we were always seated together. By the last dinner, I told her I would like to see her outside of work.

“Carrie, this is our last meal together and it’s really been fun.”

“It has, yes, really nice.”

“I’d like to see if we might carry on having supper outside of work, maybe like this coming Saturday?”

“Oh, Scott, that’s so nice. Um, before I say yes, can I ask you something?”

Well, I pretty much knew I was STD-free, my credit was good, I was heterosexual, and I liked dogs, what else could it be? So I said sure.

“Do you have an idea what my age might be?”

“Oh, thirty or so, something like that?”

“You are a very sweet man, Scott, are you trying to be nice?”

“No, that’s what I figure you for, maybe twenty-eight to thirty-three, tops, why?”

“I’m forty, almost forty-one and have a daughter going into college this fall. How old are you?”

“Twenty-six, almost twenty-seven, nearly thirty,” I told her trying to stretch the years forward a bit.

“I was fourteen when you were born, Scott.”

“I’ll bet you were pretty cute at fourteen,” I answered, still rather smitten with my dinner companion no matter what her age might have been.

“Thanks. I’d actually had my first kiss before you were even born.”

“If you think I might change my mind about taking you out to dinner, you’re wrong. My invitation still stands,” I told her and we ended up having a rather wonderful date that following Saturday.

I also asked her out for Sunday, then the next Friday. During that date, I asked her, “At the risk of making myself a pest, would you accompany me to dinner tomorrow night and I’ve been invited to a party next Saturday, a week, would you come with me?”

“Scott, are you kind of dating me up?”

“I sure hope so,” I said grinning.

“And, it’s what you want?”

“It’s what I want.”

That led right into Carrie’s small house and into her bedroom where she quickly had us both out of our clothes and onto her bed.

She might have been forty but she had an exquisite body. Being small in stature was of great benefit, she surely could have posed for any men’s magazine as her breasts were perfect, firm, round, each tipped with a pretty, pink nipple.

We got on her bed and she pushed me down, then swung up over me turning around and sliding her lips over my hard cock bringing her pussy down to my face. She was shaved smooth and I was in heaven licking her juicy slit while she sucked me like no other ever had.

I’d been to college, then into work for a few years, so I was not new to getting a blowjob. But I was new to getting such an enthusiastic and expert blowjob, Carrie took it to a whole new level.

I was rubbing my fingers along her labia, the whole area underneath her was just soaked as I licked and tongued the plump crevice leading to wonders up inside her I hadn’t explored yet. I was horny, of course, and it wasn’t surprising that I felt myself getting close as she sucked me on and on.

She was sucking the tip as her tongue circled around and around it when I cummed. It was just irresistible, I couldn’t have held back if I tried. I was going to break off from pleasuring her to warn her in case she didn’t want my cum in her mouth but it was just too sudden.

But, it mattered none, she sucked and kept on sucking as I licked and tongued her from below. olgun escort I did everything I knew to do with my head between a woman’s legs and pretty soon had her writhing over me, sliding her wet slippery pussy over my mouth as I tried tonguing her, my fingers spreading her open and also taking some detours up to her clit to rub and lick around.

“Mmm, mmm, UMM, UMM, OOH, OOH, UUNH, UUNH, uh, mmm, mmm, oh, oh, Scott, mmm, so good, made me feel so good, mmm, here I come,” she said as she turned around and lay over me kissing my wet, happy face over and over. She lifted up, reached between us and next I felt her pussy easing down over the tip end of my cock and up into her warm depths.

Then, her small frame began rocking up and down over me, drawing my cock in and out of her. She was forty she had said but she was as tight and lithe as any girl or woman I’d ever had. I just lay there being completely and totally pleasured as never before. This woman is not just all that I’d seen and heard before, she was miraculous in bed.

“Mmm, mmm, I’ve been wanting this, Scott, I hope you have, too?”

“Oh, you are incredible. Every time you pull up, you tighten around me like I’m being clenched so tight, it’s incredible. Oh, Carrie, you are just so wonderful,” I groaned as I thrust my hips up emptying my semen into her, every single drop I had in me.

She rocked up and down until she had a beautiful, shaking, trembling orgasm that was the strongest I’d ever seen a woman have.

After, we were laying there, our arms entwined, kissing, talking, enjoying this wonderful new phase of our relationship.

“It was wonderful Scott, you’re a wonderful lover.”

“You did it all, well, just about all, and I’ve never seen a woman have such a strong orgasm before. Is that just the way you are?” I asked with a small hope that it also might some of my doing as well.

“Well, I always have had strong orgasms but this one was special, yes.”

As we lay there, she suddenly raised her head up and said, “Sounds like Terri is home from her date. Wanna meet my daughter? I suppose it’s appropriate that you be introduced to family after what we’ve been doing,” she said saucily.

We got up and got dressed, each tidying up, combing our hair and such and went out to the kitchen where her daughter was sitting eating a few cookies and having a glass of milk.

She was seventeen and a slightly smaller clone of her mother, just as pretty, also petite but very curvy as well. I stayed a bit longer, then left to drive home a happy and oh, so satisfied man.

That was how Carrie and I became involved and became a couple. It’s now been four years, I live with her and couldn’t be happier. We mostly had the house to ourselves, Terri was away at college, so the sex we were having was both frequent and in just about every room, often on the spur of the moment, especially when we would decide to skip getting dressed on the weekends.

We often came home from work and just changed out of our work clothes, maybe had a quick bit of fun, maybe a little oral sex, a quick roll on the bed, whatever, then make dinner and just play with each other until we were both crazy-hot for each other and off to bed for a wild and hot fuck until we just collapsed in a happy heap.

Carrie was now forty-three, not looking a day older than when we first met, and I was rapidly approaching my big three-O. Yes, thirty. I knew I could never catch up to Carrie’s age and didn’t care. She was so pretty and so lively and so much fun, especially in bed, always enthusiastic, always ready for whatever I wanted.

I don’t know about you, but I’d always dreamed about finding a mate who was as easily aroused and as horny as I was. Then Carrie came into my life and I’ve simply not had a horny moment since. She never lets my cock rest long enough for that. She’s even said that she’s always been horny but now, in her forties, she’s just insatiable. And I’m a happy man.

So, she had told me that she had made reservations at our favorite restaurant, a many-starred place that excels on service, food and ambiance with a huge wine list that we enjoy when we’ve saved up enough for a grand night out. She also told me I should save up my cum and forego sex the night before, that we both would, a rarity in our time together.

Well, the day did finally roll around and she drove me to the restaurant where we started with a bottle of champagne and ended with a ‘mile-high apple tart’ covered with the restaurant’s own vanilla-cinnamon ice cream, yes, a perfect meal with my perfect lover, Carrie.

“Later, when we get home, you get an extra-special present, one I just know you’ll adore,” she said enticingly as she paid the check.

We got in her car and as she put it in Drive, she asked, “Would you take out my favorite body part of yours so I can play with it on the way home?” See why I love this woman?

I slid down my fly and reached in to wrestle out my stiffening member as she reached over to caress it with her hand.

“Nice otele gelen escort and hard, just what you’ll need this evening,” she teased me.

“So, you’ve got big plans for what you have in your hand?”

“Oh, the biggest plans ever. You just wait, Scott, this will never be the same after tonight,” she said as she gently squeezed it. I looked down and there was a small drop of precum hovering in the slit.

We drove into the garage and, as the door was coming down, I began putting my cock away when she said, “No, just leave it out. It’s just you and me and I like to have it close by.”

As we went in the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of champagne, then took my dick in her hand and said, ‘Follow me,’ and she led me upstairs to our bedroom.

She had me open the bottle and pour some in the two champagne flutes that were there on the dresser as she went in the bathroom to change.

It was champagne my favorite way of drinking it, with a lovely woman dressed in a super-sexy outfit with openings for all the wonderful bits you might want access to.

We kissed and sipped some, her dressed so sexily, me with my cock out, when she began making me naked. We got into bed and enjoyed each other and the rest of our glasses of bubbly.

She bent over me to suck me in the wonderful way she has, by now, my cock was raging hard, swollen tight with anticipation.

Carrie then got up over me, squatting above my cock, holding it fast as she lowered herself onto it, working back and forth getting it deep inside her and then went up and down a few dozen times. Carrie was tight, she did pelvic exercises and fucked herself on a stick-on dildo in the bathroom, something I loved to watch as I would slowly masturbate to cum on her or while she sucked me, usually the former.

Then, she raised up, almost to where I would fall out of her and began clenching tightly as she moved just a few inches at a time, up and down, over and over, just on the top few inches of my cock, something that I’ve only gotten from her, never from any other woman, but it always gave me the most explosive and erotic orgasms.

“Mmm, good, Scott, is my pussy making you feel good?” she asked knowing the answer, of course.

Fucking me this way also focused a lot of the feeling in her labia and the entrance of her vagina where she too had a lot of feeling. It always gave her great orgasms which she ended with a gigantic push down burying me deep inside her and twisting back and forth as she screamed in joy. She knew how to have a good time, for sure. And to give one, especially.

I knew I couldn’t hold out for long, she just knew how tight she was and how good this felt to her lover underneath and, sure enough, I was rocketing my cum up into her in just a few wonder-filled minutes.

She then took a number of fast strokes up and down, taking me in all the way, then ended by grinding down and rotating her hips back and forth as she cried out in ecstasy before collapsing on me covering my face with kisses.

“OH, OOH, OOH, OOH, OOH, uuh, uuh, uuh, mmm, mmm,” she groaned as she bent down to tongue my mouth while she kept moving her hips up and down.

She laid over me with my cock still in her as I thanked her for my special birthday present, “As usual, hon, you’ve given me the best gift a man could ever want, thank you,” and I squeezed her tight.

“Not bad for an old lady, huh? Ever dream about a younger woman, someone maybe even younger than you?”

“Well, what guy hasn’t, I suppose. But, well, I’ve got the best woman in the world already and I love the way you look, so it’s just perfect.”

“But, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone like me that was in her twenties?”

Well, I didn’t know then what I know now, so I just mumbled something like, ‘Sure, I guess.’

She rolled off me as my wet cock flopped against my abdomen, got up, told me she had to go pee and left the room. I lay there a very happy man knowing that I would be privileged to have her accept my cock into her wonderful, lithe body many times in the future.

She came back in the room a few minutes later and stood at the foot of our bed.

“Ready for your present?” she asked grinning at me.

“That wasn’t it? God, what could top that?” I asked and she waved her arm and in walked her daughter, Terri…naked.

Chapter 2

Now, I’ve told you about Carrie. Well, her daughter is simply a younger version of her but not really smaller. In fact, her boobs are even larger. She stood next to her mother, they could have been twins except for the age difference, most would think Carrie was just ten or twelve years her elder. They were stunning.

“Happy Birthday, Scott. Mom was asking me a couple of weeks ago what she could get you for your birthday that would be unforgettable and I told her I’d been attracted to you myself for a while now and that it would be unforgettable if I joined you both in bed. God knows, I’ve listened to you two enough when masöz escort I’ve been home, you two are like rabbits,” she snickered. “So it’s my turn, happy birthday,” she said as she crawled into bed and took my cock in her mouth to suck.

I lay back as my lover’s daughter gave me great pleasure. Carrie sat down next to me and bent over to place a hard nipple on my mouth for me to suck as I was being sucked. She lifted up my hand and put it up to her daughter’s pussy which was peeking out from between her thighs and I ran my finger up and down in the wet crevice, then pressed it in and began finger-fucking her.

Well, Terri was just about as skilled as her mother was in fellatio, she sucked and licked around the tip, raked her tongue along the length of my shaft, took me in almost as far as her mother does which is practically all the way. She was so good. And, her pretty pussy was so plump and juicy and succulent-looking; I had plans for it as I lay there in total bliss.

“You look happy,” Carrie said looking down on me as I nursed her nipple while Terri sucked me. My heart was thumping and I knew I didn’t have long.

I closed my eyes in sublime peace and satisfaction, I could stay this way forever, I thought. It was every man’s dream, certainly this man’s fondest dream.

I didn’t know where she was going with this, if she was going to go ahead and suck me off or stop somewhere so we could fuck. As good as her sucking was, I was hoping for the latter.

“I think it’s time you really had your birthday present, hon. Don’t you Terri?” Carrie asked us.

Her daughter lifted up off my dick, still holding it as she swung a leg up over me and lowered down pushing my cock up into her. It took some trying, she was very tight so she was wiggling and twisting and moving up and back until I was finally all the way inside. She sat there over me for a minute as I kneaded her solid, firm breasts while she flexed her muscles inside, then, slowly began moving directly up and down, very slowly, very deliberately, just taking lots of time.

As she slowly pulled up, her vagina tightened around me, gripping me like I’ve never felt before. Then, it felt like she relaxed as she slid back down onto me. I’d never been fucked quite like it before, it was just sensational. I knew I couldn’t hold off for long.

Carrie was sitting next to us, her hands rubbing my chest and stomach as her daughter slowly fucked me up and down. She pushed down hard, then flexed her muscles over and over as she twisted back and forth.

“Mmm, that’s so good. I don’t believe this, what a birthday,” I gasped.

“Mom asked me if I’d do this and what I never told her was that I was attracted to you the first time I met you. But, I’m not about to cut in on my own mother’s guy. Well, not until she asked me.”

“This is sure a birthday I’ll never forget.”

“What you don’t know yet is that it’s permanent; you get us both from now on, Scott. Not only that, we’ve decided that we don’t want to wear clothes when we’re home, so you get us naked all the time. If that’s all right,” Carrie said grinning at me as her daughter rocked on my happy cock.

“If it’s all right? Can you let me think it over?” I grinned back.

“This is the first time I’ve ever watched my daughter have sex, it’s really hot, very erotic, more than I’d imagined. And making my guy happy. Maybe I should say, ‘our guy.'”

It sounded like she really meant it, that I would have sexual access to both of them. Maybe I’d better do as those commercials say and talk with my doctor. I had my hands full with just Carrie and now her daughter, she’s just twenty-one, wants her share as well. Yes, maybe a visit to the doctor might be called for. I would soon know the answer, I figured.

Terri kept moving up and down over me; every time she pulled up, it felt like it was her mouth sucking up on me, it was just stunning.

“Mmm, oh, that feels so good. What a birthday, just unforgettable,” I groaned.

“That’s just what we wanted, Scott. It may be your birthday but you’re making me feel really good, too. I think you’re gonna get a lot of Mom and me,” she teased as she rocked up and down.

I was not long, she was so tight and so good that she had me cumming hard and soon.

I could feel myself get a bit soft afterwards as she pressed down and scooted around getting herself off. I was really worried that my first time with her might end up a disappointment but she did have an orgasm. But, I was now thirty and now being presented with two women to make happy, I was wondering if I might not need some help.

I did have a friend who was a doctor, he and I went to high school together, then to the same college and I got some samples of the various ED drugs from him.

I wasn’t sure if they would work on a guy thirty who really didn’t have any problem getting it up, at least the first two or three times but, let me tell you, you can still benefit from it; it made me harder, longer. Even for some nearly all-night sessions with my horny girlfriend and her daughter.

Carrie and I are married now, have been for three years. Terri went on our honeymoon with us to a nude couples resort (seems they’ll bend the rules for an extra woman coming along) and there were no rules about what goes on at the beach so we all three fucked almost all the time.

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This is the continuation of part 1. In short, Cassandra a.k.a. Cassie has been cheated on by her boyfriend Kaiden for the last time. Deciding to get revenge, she has asked her closest friends to have sex with her and capture it all on film. Her friends are two married couples, Donovan and Ashley (aka Peach, who is also 7 months pregnant) Hayes and Mike and Katie Kay. She has included her friend Pat as well; the man she probably should have been with instead.

After agreeing to her outrageous proposal, they have all gone up to the Kay’s bedroom where Cassie has just finished giving all three men a spectacular blow-job, getting every last swallow on tape. After having a good laugh about how things were progressing, our story continues…

Peach and Katie were the first to recover from their fits of mirth and decided to keep things rolling. While Cassie was still giggling, they practically tackled the younger girl and began to kiss and fondle her aggressively. They both tasted cum on her lips and took turns lapping up the juices pouring out of her snatch.

In seconds, all three men were hard again. Their laughter had stopped as soon as their mouths couldn’t seem to stay closed anymore. Don kept the camera rolling as the three women continued licking, sucking, fingering, and grinding against each other with abandon. Laughter was replaced with the animalistic groans of three women in heat passionately molesting each other.

Pat and Don were content to stand and watch for as long as they were willing to keep at it, but Mike figured that they could probably stay at it indefinitely. He coughed loudly, followed by an obvious clearing of the throat. When that didn’t work, he finally got the women’s attention by letting out a sharp whistle. All three women stopped to look up at the men standing at the edge of the bed and grinned sheepishly.

Then Peach and Katie grabbed Cassie and held her down on her back while lifting both her legs straight up in the air.

“Well?” Katie asked with a wicked smirk, “Which one of you wants to fuck her first?”

The men glanced at each other and without saying a word decided that Pat should get the honor. Cassie was the girl he had been lusting after for a long time. It just made sense that he should finally be allowed to get what he wanted so badly. Besides, Mike and Don knew that their turn would arrive soon enough.

Taking the hint, Pat hopped onto the bed and quickly got into position between her raised legs. After lining himself up, he couldn’t resist throwing a look over his shoulder to face the camera directly.

“This one’s for you, stupid ass,” he winked as he thrust himself balls deep into Cassie’s dripping wet cunt. Her bestial groan was all Pat needed to hear to know that his comment would have all the impact he could have hoped for. Without waiting to see if she was ready, he starting hammering away at her tight pussy.

Cassie responded by breaking her legs free from the other women’s grasp to wrap them firmly around Pat’s back and fucking him back stroke for stroke. Don quickly moved around with the camera to the side of the bed so he could get a better shot of the look on Cass’s face and get better close-ups of Pat’s cock pounding into her twat.

Peach and Katie sat back to watch for a little while as their friends fucked like wild animals before deciding that they were just as horny as she was and wanted to be more involved. They weren’t about to let the younger woman have ALL the fun.

“Swap?” was all Katie had to say to get a nod out of her friend before they moved towards each other’s husbands. Ashley was slightly hesitant, but her head was spinning from the powerful hormones that were flooding the room and she moved without really thinking about it.

Peach motioned Mike over and pulled him so that he was lying on his back right next to Cassie on the big bed. Katie crawled to the edge where Don was standing and lay perpendicular to Cassie. With her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, she rested her head on Cassie’s smooth belly.

Pat smiled down at his friend’s wife while he kept feeding Cassie’s cunt every inch of his meat. Katie just smiled up at him as she managed to hook her ankles around the back of Don’s legs.

Don looked away from the viewfinder when he felt the tug and was a little shocked to see who it was. He handed the camera to Katie, thinking that it was what she was asking for. After taking it from him, she pointed the lens at her own crotch and gave him another tug with her feet. Finally realizing what she wanted, he decided to just go with it. To seconds later, Katie was capturing the image of her best friend’s husband popping his ridiculously fat cock inside her pussy.

The dirty movie they were all making rapidly increased in vulgarity as Katie opened up with both barrels of her infamous dirty talk. Mike smiled when he heard the familiar sound. That, and the fact that his friend’s gorgeous wife was easing herself down onto his rod. Her big vip escort belly just increased the sexiness that she naturally possessed.

The camera, now under Katie’s shaky control, began to swing around from scene to scene. First, Cassie’s red face shifting between multiple expressions of pure lust and amazing pleasure; then a quick flip to Pat’s grinning face before panning down for an extreme close-up of his dick sliding in and out with Cassie’s glistening juices covering every inch of his tool; next a similar scene from further away of her own cunt being split wide by Don’s shiny prick; finally, a shaky image of her own husband being ridden by a very pregnant Peach with strokes that they would later swear had to be hitting all the way up where her baby rested.

Katie kept the camera rotating between scenes while continuing to swear like a sailor at the top of her lungs. Her husband was undeniably hung, and she loved fucking him as much as anything else in her life, but Don’s wide cock was hitting places inside her that she hadn’t known she had as it stretched her pussy to the limit.

For his part, Don was thoroughly enjoying the unique feel of Katie’s pussy as he thrust himself as deep as he could with every stroke. Her cunt seemed to respond by literally grabbing onto him every time he withdrew. It was like fucking and getting a hand job at the same time. Her cunt was also shallower than his wife’s and he was experiencing what it was like to bottom out firmly for the first time in his life. The sensation was incredible and it made him think that her cervix must be bruised to hell every time she fucked Mike.

What Don didn’t know was that Katie loved the feeling of her cervix being pounded. He also didn’t know that his own wife was just starting to learn the exact same enjoyment from that particular sensation.

Ashley had started slowly at first, nervous about fucking another man, and keeping her condition firmly in mind while easing her snatch down on the enormous length of Mike’s dick. When he hit bottom with about two inches left to go, Peach couldn’t stop herself from relaxing her hips and almost fainted on top of him as the rest of a strange cock wedged itself up against her uterus.

Thankful that her due date was still two months away, she was spurred on by the long, satisfied groan that she elicited from Mike by simply grinding her hips around a little. The pressure against her womb was more than she had ever known before and she decided that it was worth the risk. With a little effort, she was soon bouncing up and down the entire length of her new lover’s rigid shaft. Little black spots kept exploding behind her eyes every time the head slammed up against her cervix but she was too lost in the new experience to care.

As the camera kept panning around, the three women were all caught up in waves of orgasms while the men grunted and groaned like wild boars. Pat and Peach occasionally kissed in heated passion while Mike and Cassie did the same. Feeling slightly left out, Katie handed the camera up to Pat before rolling herself up into Don’s strong arms.

Don had enough time for a startled grunt before his mouth was enveloped by a new and unfamiliar pair of lips. He was now fucking his friend’s wife while standing with her legs wrapped firmly around his waist and her long tongue probing the inside of his mouth.

After a few awkward thrusts, Katie guided his left hand to her firm ass cheek. He caught on fast and quickly repositioned his other hand to her ass while she wrapped her arms tightly around the back of his neck.

With a firmer grip, he could plunge into her juicy twat as she bounced up and down in his arms. They continued to kiss like horny teens as they both learned the feel of each other’s bodies inside and out. After a few dozen thrusts, they broke their kiss to catch their breath but found that it didn’t help since they both immediately began groaning with their newfound pleasure.

Meanwhile, Pat was back to his routine of insulting Kaiden while extolling Cassie and making sure that she knew just exactly how amazing her body was and how great her tight pussy felt around his cock. As for Cassie, she was becoming lost in a haze of lust as orgasms washed through her entire body again and again. The sight and smell of sex filled all her senses and she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to now.

The original idea of revenge was a distant memory that didn’t even matter to her except that it was the reason she had worked up the courage to initiate what was quickly becoming the best day of her young life. She realized that Pat was asking her a question with a look that suggested he had already asked a few times and struggled to focus on what he was saying.

“Uh, sorry…what?” she managed to sputter before another climax started to take her breath away and she couldn’t say anything other than unintelligible moans.

“I said, where do you want me…unh…to cum, baby?” şirinevler escort Pat repeated for the fourth time. He asked it loudly in the hopes that she could hear him over the sounds of the other heated cries and her own boisterous moaning.

Cassie heard him loud and clear as her orgasm subsided and suddenly everything snapped back into perfect focus. She could hear the others with preternatural acuteness and felt every inch of her lover’s cock rippling inside her belly on the precipice of eruption.

“Inside me!” She screamed so loud the others actually stopped moving in astonishment. “Pour your hot…uh…cum deep inside me, Baby!” Cass continued. She had never been a big dirty talker before, but it was like she had been possessed by some ancient goddess of pure lust and the words just kept on coming without even thinking about them. “I fucking need it Pat! I want…ohh…to feel you shooting inside me! Shoot it…aaah…all the way into my womb! I can’t live without your…uuunh…hot jizz in me for one more second! Do it! Do it fucking now, Baby!”

Pat was blown away by the sudden barrage of sexy, dirty encouragement and kept thrusting with everything he had. He was already close so it was mere moments later when he spun the camera around to look into the lens and shout, “You heard the lady!” Then he groaned like he just got punched in the stomach as his cum raced up his shaft and sprayed the inside of his dream girl’s belly.

Cassie felt it the instant it started and the filthy words refused to stop pouring out of her as fast as Pat’s semen was pouring in. “Yes, Baby…oh…fuck yes! Cum for me! Fill me up with your baby juice! Fuck! Put a baby in my belly! Oh, Fuck! I’m gonna’ cum while you…uuuuhhhh…cum in me! Ohhhhhh fuuuuck! I’m Cumming!!!”

Pat kept pouring cum into her until he wasn’t sure how he still had any left. The other four had stopped going at it while they watched Cassie shout obscene, but incredibly sexy words over Pat’s groaning. To his credit, Pat managed to keep the camera focused on the majority of the scene the entire time he was draining his balls.

When it was over, he weakly handed the camera over to Peach who was still sitting impaled on Mike’s pole in wide eyed awe. Don had set Katie back down on the bed and was standing just as dumbstruck with the combined juices of their athletic fucking drying in the pheromone laden air. Ashley focused on Cassie as she came down from her wild climax and looked up at her holding the camera steady.

“I’ve never cum like that with you! Ohh…shit! I guess I just needed to find a real fucking man with a real fucking cock to fuck me properly!” Pat let out a short laugh before leaning over to kiss the beautiful woman on the lips. Their tongues wrestled with each other for several seconds before Cassie broke the kiss with a gentle push.

“Easy, big boy,” she said with a wink, “We’re just getting this party started.”

Pat smiled before sitting back up and pulling his spent cock slowly from Cass’s dripping snatch. “That’s what I’m…mmm…talking about!” He remarked as Cassie groaned softly while he withdrew.

“Well, then,” Katie said, “let’s get on with it.” She crawled over and grabbed Pat’s hips so she could steer his wilted prick towards her mouth. Pat let out a startled ‘Hmmmm’ as she wrapped her long tongue around him for the second time and cleaned the jizz and cunt juice off his shaft.

“So?” Cassie asked as she scooted up towards the head of the bed, “Who wants to be next?”

Don looked past Pat and Katie at his wife still sitting on top of his best friend.

“Oh, I’m good, Honey,” Peach said with a big smile from behind the camera. “You go ahead.”

Don couldn’t help but return the smile tenfold. “Well, if you insist.”

Cassie took a short bunny hop over to the edge of the bed before turning her back to Don and hunkering down on all fours as low as she could get. She motioned for Peach to focus on her again as she put on her sexiest grin on. “Hurry up, Big Boy. Stick that fat fucking cock all the way inside me!”

Don took one look at the young woman shaking her beautiful round ass at his crotch before stepping up behind her. He grabbed his manhood and rubbed it up the inside of both her thighs to re-lubricate his dry pole with the juices dripping down them, not even caring that most of it was probably his buddy’s spunk. Then, he rubbed his wide cock head up and down her exposed crack causing her to moan softly whenever he bumped it into her sensitive clit.

“Oh, quit fucking…ah…teasing me!” Cassie growled in frustration. “Hurry and show…uh…Kaiden how to fuck like a man!”

Confident that he was oiled up enough, Don found the entrance to her cunt by feel and started pushing. Cassie slapped the mattress with both hands before grabbing fistfuls of the blankets as her breath left her in a rush. Don’s cock was wider than anything she had ever even imagined she could fit elit escort inside her. It stretched her pussy lips wide open as it drove deeper and deeper into her belly. The way she was hunched down with her knees together just increased what was already going to be a tight squeeze. When he finally bottomed out, Cassie could feel the intense heat of his cock radiating against every single nerve in her recently fucked hole.

“Fuck, Baby, that’s big!” Cassie moaned to the camera. “Oooh, your fat fucking cock is filling me all the way up!” Cassie knew it wouldn’t be long until she was unable to think clearly again so she made sure to make the most of her time by insulting her cheating ex.

While Don withdrew, Cassie’s feral growl said more than any words ever could about how much pleasure she was experiencing. When he pushed back inside her, Cassie let out a series of curses that would force Kaiden to picture every wide inch as it disappeared. Just when she thought she was getting used to it, Don began to thrust in and out with the force of a jackhammer. As his pace increased, so did the dirty talk spilling from her mouth.

“Oh my god! Yes! Fuck me with that fat prick! Oh, Peach, your hubby is fucking me sooo deep! Yes! Keep fucking me like that!”

Ashley handed the camera back to Pat so he could film it with a steadier hand as Cassie’s filthy mouth started to rival Katie’s in both vulgarity and originality. Peach had more important things on her mind anyway. Mike had been patiently laying back rubbing her smooth thighs and the huge, swelling curve of her belly, but his cock was still rock hard in her twat and she wasn’t going to waste it.

She carefully got off of him and spun around. With agility that was surprising for someone in her condition, she quickly managed to squat back down and steered Mike’s giant hard-on straight back inside her box. She groaned in ecstasy as she sat all the way back down on it. Before Mike could get started with what would probably have been some intense reverse-cowgirl fucking, she gently leaned back and to the side until he caught on and helped her roll onto her left side so that he was spooning tightly behind her. Now, with the extra weight of her belly resting comfortably on the bed, she lifted her right leg up and guided his hand up to hold it firmly in place.

Two heartbeats later he was driving his huge prick in and out of her with long, urgent thrusts. Peach began to ride the wave of her first orgasm in this more comfortable position as she enjoyed the way new parts of her cunt were rubbed with slightly less impact on her already tender cervix.

She closed her eyes and smiled between moans of passion when suddenly a pair of soft lips pressed up against hers and she found her mouth being invaded by an impossibly long tongue. Her eyes popped open to find her best friend’s familiar eyes staring right back at her. Katie was laying on her side facing Ashley, clasping hands with her husband over the round curve of Peach’s belly.

Peach’s initial shock increased when her best friend’s husband increased the pace of his thrusting in response to his wife’s grasp. She was even more stunned when Pat pushed Katie’s legs up against her belly so she was in the fetal position before he hunkered down by her friend’s ass and stuck his revitalized cock in her pussy.

The two of them kissed even more urgently. Ashley was now being vigorously fucked from behind while Katie rocked her hips to meet the thrusts of the kneeling, and still filming, Pat. Before long, they couldn’t keep their mouths together because it interfered with the wails that intense orgasms brought screaming from their lips. When they both came down, they went back to kissing with even more intensity.

Meanwhile, Cassie was missing most of the action because her eyes were squeezed shut tight out of fear that they would pop out at the peak of each orgasm which were now coming in very rapid succession. Don’s amazing cock was stroking every square millimeter of her cunt and his balls were slapping up against her tender clit at the bottom of every thrust. Her stream of dirty talk had degenerated into a long string of guttural moans and screams of lust without any decipherable words.

On Don’s end, the combination of intense pressure and the sounds of three women screaming in the throes of passion had brought him to the peak of his own orgasm. He slowed his pace just enough to ease back from the precipice a few steps before leaning over to talk directly in Cass’s ear.

“I’m gonna’ cum,” was all he managed to say before Cassie groaned like a dying animal and started thrusting her hips back at him with reckless abandon. Don stood back up to brace himself as the younger woman literally threw her own cunt at his crotch over and over.

Pat had been switching between the two scenes when he heard Don’s grunted exclamation and had just enough warning to focus entirely on the two of them as Cassie began to fuck Don as hard as she could and the same dirty words came rolling forth like a storm cloud before the rain hits.

“Yes Don! Fucking cum in me! Uhhh…knock me up like your hot wife! Shoot your hot jizz in me like Peach! Oh, Kaiden…uh…his cock is soooo fucking fat and hard! I can’t wait, Don! Cum in my tight fucking pussy now!”

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Bethany Cooper was feeling old, lonely and depressed. This was partly due to the hundreds of college students milling around her in the atrium of the Prentiss College Student Union. For her, they were a reminder that she had recently turned 36 and that her prime years were well behind her.

She felt this way every time she attended one of these career fairs, and since her firm, Sullivan Thomas Wealth Management had recently decided to expand, she’d been to three in the past six weeks. And it was always the same. She’d sit or stand behind her table, smiling at students as they streamed by, occasionally handing out job or internship applications – the firm had recently launched an internship program – or the new recruitment pamphlets they’d had printed up.

Unfortunately, Sullivan Thomas wasn’t a very well known firm outside of the high-end financial service sector, and most of the students passed her by with hardly a glance. It probably didn’t help, she knew, that she looked like the dowdy middle-aged housewife she was, while all around her, other firms had recruiters who were almost as young as and often more attractive than the students they were soliciting.

The tall, leggy blonde just across the way represented a manufacturing firm that Bethany knew was having financial difficulties and offered lousy benefits. Yet she was constantly surrounded by a horde of young people, mostly, but not all, boys. Next to her were a young black man and a red-headed girl in a fairly skimpy dress, recruiting for a second-rate regional bank that was unlikely to hire more than a half-dozen applicants in total this summer from all the colleges where it recruited. Yet this pair too was mobbed by students, joking and laughing with the bank’s representatives.

In a way, it was funny, because if the students knew the kind of money to be earned at Sullivan Thomas, or the sordid goings on beneath its staid, conservative veneer, they’d very likely kill to work there.

But they didn’t and so Bethany just stood staring out into space and musing about her lost youth. She was extremely jealous of these students, who were no doubt having the times of their lives at college and whose futures spread out before them in a limitless vista.

Having come from a conservative Christian family, she had gone to a conservative Christian school, and from which both she and the only boy she’d ever dated had graduated just two weeks before their wedding.

For her, there had been no crazy parties or late nights carousing around campus. She had never skinny dipped in an apartment complex pool or streaked across campus in her underwear. She’d certainly never had any wild sexual experiences or done any kind of drugs other than the occasional glass of wine.

“Excuse me.” The voice brought her mind back to the present. A young man with a ridiculously pathetic beard was looking at her. “Do you have any internship applications?”

“Certainly,” she said, smiling at him. She handed them to him and was about to explain the program’s details, but he just took the forms and walked away. She sighed, watching him blend into the crowd.

She sat down on the folding chair the college had provided. In general, sitting down is a bad idea in such a situation; it tends to draw less attention. But Bethany didn’t really care. She knew what kind of students the firm would want, and that kid hadn’t been one. The kind they wanted wouldn’t be drawn to her table, not while she was manning it, anyway.

Sullivan Thomas’ leadership would want students who were bright and ambitious, of course. But they would want more, even though no one had ever said as much. They’d want attractive young people with open minds and active libidos who would fit in well in the firm’s hyper-sexualized culture.

Bethany could still remember her very first week there. She’d been hired as a human resources assistant, the same position she’d held at a Christian non-profit. In hindsight, she couldn’t fathom why they had chosen her, knowing her education and work history.

She’d regretted taking the job just days into it. She had already seen a number of employees flirting with each other, telling risqué jokes, giving massages and even playfully patting each others’ butts. Then, on her very first Friday, she wandered into the filing room and saw Bill Wentworth, their chief financial officer, with his hand up his much younger secretary’s skirt. They were kissing, and the woman was thrusting her hips against Wentworth’s hand and moaning loudly. Bethany had never seen anything like it before.

She’d immediately reported it to her boss, Mrs. Baldwin, who assured her she’d look into it. But Bethany never heard anything more about it and it never seemed like anyone had gotten into trouble. A few weeks later, one of her few friends at the firm told her that it was common knowledge Wentworth was carrying on with his secretary. It was also well known, to everyone but Wentworth at least, that his wife was also seeing the escort mecidiyeköy secretary, although neither knew of the other’s relationship.

Of course, eventually he found out, having walked in on the two women in the Wentworth pool house. The scheduled golf game that should have kept him away for hours had instead been cancelled. But even that had worked out, because instead of divorcing, the couple invited the secretary to move in with them. The only response the firm’s two older, male founders had to this obviously inappropriate behavior was to congratulate Wentworth on his good fortune. Both he and the secretary still worked there.

At the time, Bethany had been appalled, but now, leaning back in her chair, she could almost smile at the memory. It no longer bothered her; none of what went on did anymore. Sure, she didn’t like the dirty jokes and but as no one ever hit on her or offered massages, she turned a blind eye to such behavior. Besides, she had long ago figured out that management wasn’t going to do anything about it anyway. Even when she’d been promoted to HR director two years ago, she’d not bothered trying to change anything.

She had been the quintessential good Christian girl when she’d started at the firm, although deep down she had never really bought into her family’s brand of religion. Her parents lived as if they’d been born Puritans and had somehow time traveled to the late 20th century. They were dour, cheerless people and, especially after her older sister rebelled and fled the family home, had kept Bethany on a very short leash. Lacking her elder sibling’s courage, she had acquiesced and as far as she could see, had gained nothing from doing so.

Unlike her co-workers, she lived a boring life, with a boring husband, eating boring food and, most frustrating of all for her, having very boring sex. Or at least she supposed it was. She had only ever been with her husband, but from the illicit stories she’d recently started reading online, she figured she was missing out on quite a lot. Even more so now that sex between them had all but stopped.

“You look upset.”

The words startled her and she actually jumped a little. Looking away from the group of students at whom she’d been unconsciously staring, Bethany turned to find herself face to face with what looked like two refugees from a modern day vampire movie.

The girl was tall and thin with straight black hair cut into a stylish bob. Her face was a pale white with long black eyelashes and her lips were painted blood-red. But it was her eyes, which were an almost indescribable shade of grey, that caught Bethany’s attention. They seemed to pierce right through her, holding Bethany spellbound for a few moments.

“Seriously, are you okay,” the girl’s male companion asked.

He too was tall and likewise sported straight black hair, swept back from his forehead and falling almost to his collar. His deep-set eyes were blue and his nose was long and thin. His face was sharp and angular and his body, from what Bethany could see, was thin and rangy.

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you,” she said rising and extending her hand. Although she didn’t see either of them as good candidates for Sullivan Thomas, she didn’t want to be rude.

“I was just distracted,” she explained.

“Yeah, they’re kind of annoying,” the girl said disdainfully, casting a look at a crowd of fraternity and sorority members a few tables away. The boys were dressed in khakis and brightly colored polo shirts while the girls wore sundresses or mini-skirts and blouses.

Her visitors, in contrast, were clad mostly in black. The boy wore black jeans and a ragged black sports coat over a grey t-shirt with the logo of a band Bethany had never heard of. But at least he was fully clothed, Bethany thought, as opposed to the girl.

She wore a loose-fitting black tank top that afforded a good view of the sheer black bra she wore underneath. Her top was tucked into a very short, black leather mini-skirt, short enough in fact to show that she was wearing black fishnet thigh-high stockings, which disappeared into calf-length black lace-up boots.

“Can I help you,” she asked politely.

The girl looked at her strangely. “Yeah, I was wondering about working at Sullivan Thomas.”

“Oh.” Bethany’s tone must have betrayed her shock, because the girl gave her a sharp look.

“Is that surprising?” she asked, pursing her lips.

“I’m sorry. It’s just, well to be honest, you seem perhaps a little edgier than most of the employees at our firm. Not that you look bad or anything. I like the look. It’s just that, well, you know, stuffy financial institution and all.”

Of course, the only thing really stuffy about Sullivan Thomas was its dress code, suits and ties every day for men and pantsuits or below-the-knee skirts and dresses for women. The dress code was very much at odds with the firm’s behavioral norms, but it was necessary for escort nişantaşı the industry they worked in. She couldn’t see either of these two fitting in to the firm or the industry.

“That’s okay. Believe it or not, I actually clean up really well,” the girl said with just the hint of sarcasm in her tone.

“And she’s an honors double major in finance and economics,” the boy said proudly. His companion smiled sweetly up at him.

“Well, in that case, here’s some literature and an application,” Bethany said, holding out several documents to the girl. She might as well give them to somebody. “I’m happy to take your resume as well. Sullivan Thomas is actually a very welcoming environment.”

If only she could tell her how welcoming, especially to such a pretty girl, Bethany thought to herself. But she didn’t dare do so.

“Great,” the girl said, stuffing the paperwork in her massive black cloth purse. “I’ve researched a little about Sullivan Thomas and I know it’s a good firm, very well regarded. I’ve got to run to class, but maybe I can come back and talk to you about what it’s like to work there?”

“Sure, I’d be happy to,” Bethany said, wondering how much the girl knew about the firm. “I’ll be here till four or even a little later if needed.”

“Thanks,” the girl said and the two black-clad forms disappeared into the mass of students, leaving Bethany to ponder exactly how much she should reveal about the inner workings of her office. Obviously she could discuss salary and benefits, dress code, attendance and work hour policy and such. The less formal aspects of its culture might be a little more difficult to explain without scaring her off.

Gradually her unhappiness, which had ebbed when she felt she might actually be able to help someone, began to reassert itself. Soon, Bethany was convinced that she wouldn’t see the girl again anyway and once more took to brooding about her lost youth and the disappointment of her present life.

It was a topic that had been bothering her for some time; attending the career fairs just amped up the feelings. When she and Steve had first married, she thought she’d been happy. But now, she couldn’t say for sure that such had been the case. With the wisdom of age and the benefit of hindsight, she could see that much of what she’d done in her life and how she’d behaved had been to please her parents and so-called friends while reducing the possibility of conflict and stress in her life.

Even as a teenager, she sometimes, in the privacy of her room, questioned the tenets of her faith and fantasized about what it would be like as a normal high school student, sneaking out on weekends to see different boys, going to parties, smoking and drinking. Those feelings continued into her college years, but she repressed them, just as she repressed the little voice in her head that had warned her against marrying Steve. He’s not your type, it said, he’ll never be able to truly embrace life or help you to do so.

And that had turned out to be true. He was supportive of her career, certainly, perhaps too much so. In her early days as Sullivan Thomas, when she had wanted to flee what she termed “that den of inequity” he had adamantly argued against it, saying that they needed the money too much. And that remained true even now, as his one-man accounting firm barely netted a third of her salary. That rankled him, but not enough to stop him from going out and buying a big screen TV and gaming system, never bothering to consult her.

Now, he spent most of his free time watching television or playing games. He ate too much and drank too much beer – something he’d never done in college – and the resulting weight gain combined with his loss of interest in sex or any other shared activities left her lonely and morose most days.

She realized she no longer loved him and doubted that he did her. But she also didn’t have the strength anymore to leave him and she had resigned herself to growing old while trapped in an unfulfilling marriage and a mundane life.

Now, instead of resenting her co-workers for their sins, she envied their lifestyles. She no longer wanted to leave Sullivan Thomas; part of her wanted to join in the illicit activities. When she’d first started, there had been a few men and a couple of women who’d very subtly hit on her, but at that time, she still held to her righteous indignation. Now that she might be more amenable to it, she had no takers and lacked the courage and confidence to take the initiative.

Over the years, she had put on some weight, although not nearly as much as Steve. And she had never been one to use much makeup or wear revealing clothes. Her shoulder-length brown hair was worn in a plain, simple style and her outfits were chosen to hide her body, not flaunt it.

These thoughts were doing nothing for her mood. She wondered whether it would be ethical to pack it in early and head back to the hotel, perhaps order room escort topkapı service and maybe even a bottle of wine – she rarely drank but lately had been considering changing that – when another student walked up. The girl was slightly shorter than Bethany with long curly strawberry blonde hair, a cute little nose and ruby red cheeks that seemed to glow with happiness.

“Hi,” she chirped brightly at Bethany, holding out her hand. “I’m Emily.”

Bethany smiled broadly. She couldn’t really help herself. Unlike her previous visitors, who’d matched her dark mood in their dress and demeanor, this girl was like a ray of sunshine poking through the fog of gloom she had been wrapped in all day. She was instantly smitten with her.

“I’m Bethany. So glad to meet you,” she said, really meaning it too. “What can I do for you?”

She beamed at the girl and her eyes unconsciously drifted up and down the coed’s body. Emily was striking, to say the least. A few misguided, narrow-minded individuals might call her fat, which besides being rude wouldn’t be remotely true. She might have been ten, maybe fifteen pounds over what some might say was her ideal weight, but she carried it extremely well. A more apt description would be curvy, or, more accurate yet, voluptuous. She was the embodiment of, as her grandfather used to put it, being built like a brick shithouse.

She was clad in a knee-length red dress that showed off her curves to maximum appeal. It was cut to showcase her décolletage and Bethany found herself briefly staring into the cleft formed by two massive breasts before moving her focus up to look into a pair of twinkling green eyes.

“Well, my friend suggested I come by. I’m a finance major and we read up on Sullivan Thomas and I just thought I would check it out. She also said you were really helpful,” Emily said with a broad smile.

Bethany couldn’t imagine this girl not smiling. She just was one of those people who seemed to exude a joie de vivre, which in Emily’s case was underlay by a very strong sense of decadent sensuality, with her wide, inviting hips and full, pouty lips. Bethany could easily picture her as a Renaissance Venus, reclining on a day bed, wrapped only in a strip of transparent red gauze, a seductive smile across her face.

“Great. I’m glad I made a positive impression on someone. But I haven’t had many visitors, so I can’t imagine who that would have been,” Bethany said.

“Oh, you’ll remember them. A couple, both dressed in black. They sort of look like the decorations on top of a Goth wedding cake,” Emily laughed. “They’re my friend Anabelle and her boyfriend, Paul, although everyone calls Anabelle Raven. I’m sure you can guess why.”

“Right, they did drop by. She said she might come back after class, but I know you students are very busy,” Bethany said. She handed Emily the same documents she’d given Raven earlier. “Here is some literature on our firm. It really is a great place to work.

“And,” she leaned in to whisper to Emily, “You’ll make a lot more money with us than at some of these other places that are drawing so much more attention.”

“Good to know,” Emily said, winking at her. “Do you enjoy it there?”

“I do,” Bethany responded, which wasn’t completely true. Although the pervasive culture of sexuality no longer bothered her, she often felt excluded and alone, which to some extent is the natural fate of a human resources director.

But she wanted Emily to have a good opinion of the firm, although if asked, she would have been unable to articulate exactly why this was so. So she tried to sound as enthusiastic as she could.

“It’s a very good work environment,” she continued. “I mean, it’s a conservative financial firm, so there’s not the kind of relaxed atmosphere you get at some of your tech firms. But there’s also no yelling or berating of employees. It’s strictly forbidden. And management is very committed to providing professional development opportunities to all staff.”

“That sounds great. I think that’s so important, professional development, I mean. And I like that they treat their employees with respect. I won’t work anywhere where someone feels that can berate me or treat me like a child,” Emily said firmly. “Life’s too short to put up with that kind of thing.”

“Exactly,” agreed Bethany. “And we are also very generous with performance and annual bonuses, so keep that in mind as well.”

“Well, thank you for taking the time to talk to me, Bethany. It was really nice meeting you.” Emily held out her hand and Bethany took it.

“It was truly my pleasure,” she told the young coed, looking her directly in the eyes and smiling as warmly as she could. “It’s so nice to meet such an articulate, smart and beautiful young woman.”

Bethany blushed, partly because she couldn’t fathom how she came to call Emily beautiful to her face, and partly because Emily gave her a smile that she couldn’t quite interpret, but one that struck her as a little bit lascivious. And was it her imagination, or did the girl give her hand a soft stroke with her fingers as she released it? She certainly held it for perhaps just a second or two longer than was normal. Bethany felt a tingle run through her body, starting from her pussy, which she began to suspect, might be getting somewhat moist.

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Mary rose up onto the balls of her feed and kissed her husband deeply while leading him away in a passionate haze that was still as fresh after 15 years as it was the first year of their marriage.

As they reached the car Al drew Mary against the trunk, she could feel her husband’s arousal pressed against her as he raised her up onto the trunk of the car and slid his hand up her skirt to draw out her arousal. His fingers, calloused from years of hard work, ran up along his wife’s inner thigh. He reached up expecting to come into contact with the traditional cotton that he had become accustom to over the past 15 years. As his fingers grazed over her hot arousal his eyes grew wide in surprise and excitement. Leaning in he whispered to Mary, “My, my, my… what prompted this?” he could feel the blood rush to his already swollen member as he felt his wife’s freshly shaved pussy, naked against the air beneath her skirt.

“It’s something that Kali suggested I try; she thought the change might excite you…” Mary moaned into his ear, “It seems like we’re not together as often anymore, I thought maybe you alanya escort were losing interest.” She looked up at her husband, sheen of sadness passing through her eyes which quickly passed when Al filled her with one swift move, forcing 3 fingers knuckle deep into her and cutting her off.

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Kali slowly lowered herself down, Josh’s lips following her, as she begrudgingly pulled away she moaned into his lips, “I hope that this isn’t where this is going to end… I’m looking forward to much, much more of that.”

Josh leaned in and pressed his lips into her long auburn hair and whispered softly to her, his voice still ripe with passion, “I’ve wanted to do this for months, now that I have you like this I don’t know if I can let you go. So, now, do we go for a walk? Or do we…” His words cut off as he pressed his lips to Kali’s again and drew her into him leading her back towards their campsite.

As they reached the tent that they had decided to share Josh looked into Kali’s eyes and smiled at her, “Do you want this?” he paused and took aksu escort a shaky breath, “Do you want me?”

Kali smiled at, “Josh,” she kissed his lips softly, “I have wanted to be with you since the first moment that I met you.” Kali began to kiss along Josh’s jaw line and down to the hollow of his throat. Josh emitted a low groan from his throat as he drug his fingers through her hair and his erection strained against his shorts.

As he led her through the flap of their tent he couldn’t help the nerves that sprang up as he closed up the tent. As the tent flap fell behind them Josh caught Kali’s fingers in his own and drew her down to the freshly inflated air mattress and newly laid out sleeping bags. As he lay back on the bed he laid her supple figure over his so that she was now in direct contact with his throbbing member. Dragging a hand through her hair he pulled her lips back down to his as she pressed herself against him.

Josh allowed his hand to slide up her hip and ran his fingers along the edge of her t-shirt. “Mmmmmmmmm… Kali, you feel so good akseki escort against me” his hand began to caress her breast through her top. Kali reached down to trail her fingers up his leg and teasingly over his hard penis through his jeans. She reached up to guide his hand down and under her top, helping him slide her bra out of the way.

Kali moaned audibly as he started stroking and caressing her “D” cup breasts, twisting and pulling her nipple between his fingers. Begrudgingly breaking her lips from his Kali smiled at Josh and raised up, straddling him on her knees, to shyly and seductively pull her shirt up and over her head. Self consciousness took over and Kali’s arms wrapped around her wais hiding her “wobbly bits” as Bridget Jones would say. Josh smiled at her and reached out to uncover Kali as he brought her arms down to her sides he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. “You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he rasped softly, “you have a beautiful figure to me.” Kali’s eyes filled with happiness as she reached to pull his shirt off and admire his abs of Budweiser running her hands over his plush physique and pulling him up to press their bare chests together and once again lose themselves in one another’s kiss.

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Well, I hope that you’re enjoying this so far, Chapter 3 may take me a little longer to complete but I welcome your feedback and look forward to hearing from you.

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