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Creativity. It’s what fosters great art, great food, great architecture and…great sex.

New Year’s Eve. The date that defines my soul every year. Is it the day I live for? Perhaps not, but I couldn’t live without it. It’s the day I see Lee. We meet at a cabin on the shore of Lake Superior. Lee picked the place. She loves the wall of windows facing the lake. She loves that there are no curtains. So many times we have made love in front of the windows, candles flickering, bodies intertwined. And every year is so different.

We sit and chat for awhile, sip champagne.

Except the year she showed up wearing a full length fur coat. I opened the door for her, she stepped in and slowly dropped it. Wearing nothing else, not a word was spoken. Not for an hour. When we were done, I took her face in my hands, smiled and said “hi”. She looked at me with those emerald, green eyes, and kissed me again. Another hour of Lee. The amazing woman that every man wants, almost every man.

Why do we meet once a year? It’s what life has handed us. If we could, every day would be New Year’s Eve. But, instead, we have our one night. Except the year it snowed three feet. Two nights, two unforgettable nights. She wore fishnet stockings that year. I wore Armani Code. I know how musk drives her crazy. I love how it drives her crazy. The fishnets didn’t survive. We did. Her hands against the cold glass, her back to me, legs spread. Oh, if anyone was out there, my what a sight to see. But, that is Lee, the exhibitionist. The one that has nothing to hide. The one that gives. The one I want to give to. One year, she wore a cheerleader’s uniform on New Years. I did point out that most of the time they wear panties. She didn’t think that was a good idea. I agreed. The Rose Bowl was never better. The fantasy of every man. Almost every man. She is my fantasy. 364 days a year, she is my fantasy. One day, she comes true. She never asks me what I want. She knows. She is creative. She is my inspiration.

Each year, we take turns choosing a theme. One year, she brought an X-rated DVD and we re-enacted all the scenes. Everyone of them except one. There was a threesome with two guys and a girl. She looked at me with that devilish grin of hers. My angel can be a devil at times. One of the few times I ever said no to her. She wasn’t serious anyway. I knew that. I think I knew that.

Being a chef, I chose a food theme once. I made her a sexy, aphrodisiac meal with lobster, a whole artichoke slowly peeled and sensuously dipped in Béarnaise and pulled though her teeth, deep red, heart shaped beets with a drizzle of crème fraîche. I hate beets but they looked so good! Then for the dessert, she was the dessert. Her breasts were like two large, very large, scoops of ice cream with chocolate and toffee syrup slowly dripping down, a touch of whip cream to circle her hard nipples. Drops of cherry sauce down her stomach, a path to heaven. Then I feasted on the sweetness of the syrups and the sweetness of her.

An unforgettable night, as they all are.

Our sticky bodies needed a shower, so much better together. I do love what she can do with a bar of soap and her hands…

This year, it’s my year to choose. I noticed that there will be a solar flare on New Year’s which means, Northern Lights, Aurora Borealis or perhaps Areola Borealis. The theme I have chosen is colored lights. I have ultraviolet, black lights; ultraviolet body paint, a high-def video camera, and I will give my little imaginative exhibitionist all she can handle showing off what she is.

Now, with the paint and the lights to enhance the beauty, that only becomes more with each passing year, I will give her opportunity beyond what she has had before. There will be many people out, enjoying the Aurora Borealis this night, the weather in Duluth is forecast to be balmy for this time of year – what the locals call January Thaw, or nearly so. The camera will be icing on the cake. I will tri-pod the camera to catch every nuance of her, and her moves and my desperate lust that I never seem to quench no matter how often I have her.

The paints are ready, the brushes, soft and natural hair in varied sizes await only our ministrations. Bodies transformed into canvases for all on the street to see.

When her knock comes, I am startled from my reverie and hurry to open the door. She stands, with her hand on the rolling bag she brings that holds her treasures. Things she brings to lure, and tempt and tease me with. I finally remember to breathe and as I take in deeply a breath of her, she smiles and glides into the room over the lush carpet that muffles her heel steps.

The fur coat is sloughed off of her shoulders and carelessly discarded to the chair. She is mine, at long last once more and she turns to receive me.

I move gratefully into her outstretched arms and feel the heat of her buxom breasts press deeply into my heaving chest. Tears well in her eyes, giving me to know that I am so welcome here in her embrace and she has bodrum escort bayan missed me too, so much. She holds me tightly, breathes in my scent at my neck and I feel a hot tear runnel its way down my neck to my collar. “Sweet man.” She whispers against my neck and she holds me tightly, not wanting to release me to see her tears. I hold her then, let her have this moment to compose herself and regain herself.

I feel her body shudder. She shudders with anticipation with desire. She shudders with her tears. I know she is crying. She always does when we first touch. She cries for release, a year of anticipation. She cries for joy. She cries because she is a woman and knows I will treat her better than any man has ever done before. I never let her see my watery eyes though. Her strong, confident self melts into a loving, sexy goddess. Eager to please. Eager to be pleased. I know her secrets and she knows mine. We make secrets together. Our secrets are our true selves. Now smile for me Lee. Our time is short, let’s not waste a minute. Let’s make some secrets, in front of the windows for the entire world to see!

No one knows her as I do. She is, in her real life, away from me strong and confident and independent and things are always expected of her and she meets the challenges of her life with substance. Here with me though, she is someone, something else. I allow what she needs to be here, and she does so for me.

You may wonder what the matter is with me. Not caring myself if people, strangers, see her beautiful form enjoying what I give her. Why don’t I balk at allowing the coitus in the window and little public displays of too much leg or lack of under things at dinners or movies or dances? Why? Because her heart’s desire, is my only focus, one night and day of every year.

Now, with the paint and the lights to enhance the beauty, that only becomes more with each passing year, I will give her opportunity beyond what she has had before. There will be many people out, enjoying the Aurora Borealis this night, the weather in Duluth is forecast to be balmy for this time of year – what the locals call January Thaw, or nearly so. The camera will be icing on the cake. I will tri-pod the camera to catch every nuance of her, and her moves and my desperate lust that I never seem to quench no matter how often I have her.

Lee stands with her hands against the cold window, blindfolded, wearing nothing but my paint. She can sense my presence, smell my musk cologne. I move close to her. I step back to admire. The black lights are illuminating her beautiful body, and the colors. I can see the anticipation on her face. My palm grazes her hard nipples, just barely. They get even harder. Her hands still on the window, naked. Mine to explore. I start at the ankles and feel those toned legs. Each of them. A touch, a caress, a lick. My hands firmly caress her legs from the ankles to the top of her thighs. I run my tongue from the crack of her ass to her neck. Her stance becomes more pronounced. Legs spread, slightly bent, breasts waiting, ass quivering. I stand close behind her. She can feel my legs touching hers. She can feel my hands on her shoulders as they slowly move around to her breasts. To caress her nipples, to lift them, to feel their shape, to feel their power. I kiss her on the neck and push against her. She can feel my hard cock against her back. I lick her ear, she moans. I pinch her nipples, she moans. She bends over more, begging to be fucked. I take my cock in my hand and tease her clit. Just the tip in her. Then nothing. She squirms. She wiggles her ass, trying to get some cock. Not yet babe. I pinch her nipples a bit. I do love the way her tits bounce when I play with them. My cock is rock hard thinking of her. I guide my cock into her. Just half way. I stop. Pull out. Tease it a little more. Then I put the tip in, grab her by the shoulders and pull her hard down onto my cock.

Her breath catches sharply and I feel her tense all over. Her hands splay sharply against the glass on the window, and though I cannot see her face, only a reflection of her in the glass back to me, I see her expression. She is delighted and surprised. Why she is always surprised, amazes me. She should know this…feeling, this experience of me by now, but each year, each time, it appears as though this is the first time, she is ecstatic for me always. I am flattered and encouraged by her reaction.

I move for her, slowly, rhythmically and enticingly. I say for “her” and not myself, because from the time I begin planning the next year, it is ever about Lee.

She moans, loves this and the paint on her body is glowing wildly in this black light I have illuminated. What are the people in the streets seeing right now? I don’t care, but she loves it. Loves knowing her show is playing down on the boulevard.

Finally I can take it no more, and I have to withdraw. I can’t have this end to quickly.

I hear her whine, lightly, she is disappointed, bitez escort but she knows why. I turn her, grab her by the bottom hard and pull her to me, crushing her beautiful breasts to the fur and sweat on my chest. My hand goes to the back of her lovely long neck and I begin to devour her mouth and I get lost. I pull the bind fold off. I need to see those eyes.

She’s breathing hard through her nose, but her tongue is in play, and fully engaged with my own. Then she draws back a bit and takes my lower lip between her beautiful bright white teeth. This is a treat for her, she loves this nipping thing. She can never indulge this delight with her husband, I am the only one who will allow her this. I hold, stock still. I dare not move now, and she giggles through her teeth, into my mouth.

As she holds fast to my lip, her hands find first my manhood, and the other my bottom. She squeezes both simultaneously. I cannot help but smile, as impossible as that task is in this position, she loves the power she wields in this room every year. I would do anything for her, accept anything from her and indulge her as a treasured child regardless the request. As I ponder these things she releases me entirely and dances her way to the music player on the credenza at the other side of the room to change the music.

She puts on some country western band I do not know and pulls a chair to the center of the window and indicates for me to sit there. I do.

Her body paint is spectacular in this black light and she leans down to me, whispers at me “Club Rules Apply” she says “No Touching the Ladies.” I realize then I am about to receive a lap dance. I place my hands obediently at my sides, holding the seat of the chair and I smile, anticipating.

As the song begins, she sways, closes her eyes and feels her music. The words of the song describe a man who has been wild his whole life and she smiles and eyes still closed, touches herself all over, melding the body paint into wilder color variations and shapes. “Sweet Annie” the words of the song wail, and she comes to me, straddling my lap and ridiculously hard, long cock, that aches for her heat once more.

She lowers her heat to me, rubbing tantalizingly up and down against my cock, she is wet now, slimy wet and I see in her face that my hardness is delighting her flower. I want to move my hips, but I know her rules from years past and there is a consequence for misbehavior in this chair. I squelch the urge and breathe deeply trying to be calm and be patient.

She lowers her weight onto my legs, brings her buxom breasts to my chest, holding firmly to my shoulders and she nibbles my ear, breathing there, and goose bumps form on my flesh, covering me. Her hands run down my arms, feeling for them and finding them. She giggles and retreats from me, leaving me desolate.

Dancing before me once more she hears and feels the crescendo of the song and her motions are stark and strong and her breasts bounce as she throws back her head and raises her arms with the finale’.

The music ends and silence fills the room except for our raspy breathing. The game is done, I am released I know, and I rise from my chair prison and grab her hard. It’s my turn again. With my hands on either side of her hour glass waist she laughs outright and goes limp in my grasp.

“Bend over.” I demand. She gasps, as I turn her quickly around and she drops her hands to the floor. “Spread your legs baby.” I tell her. She complies and I take hold of my throbbing cock, half afraid I will let go too early, I pause, take a breath and just touch her wetness with the end. My urge is to plunge myself into her depths and release, but the evening is much too young for that.

Slowly, I indulge myself in her heat, the scent of her wetness rises to my nose and I drop my head back, close my eyes and inhale of her. “Oh BABY” I exclaim. As her body envelopes my hard on, I try to distract myself slightly, looking out the glass to see the walkers on the street. Several are looking up now. Has she seen the lookers yet? We are back from the glass a bit now, but still visible from the street it would seem.

I decide its time for a bit more of a show, so I begin to pound her a bit harder and she moans, her breasts swaying with my movements.

“Look!” she says, she’s seen them, her voyeurs. “Yes, I see them.” I tell her and give her a hard pump that makes her squeak with a bit of pain. “Be Nice!” she tells me. That’s what she always says as warning to me that I’m too exuberant with my depth. She loves my girth, the thickness fills her she says, but she is not a fan of my length and I must always have a care that I don’t try to bury myself, because she cannot comfortably accommodate all of me.

“My legs are getting weak.” she tells me, so we move to the bed.

She’s on the bed, on her hands and knees. I have painted her entire body with fluorescent paint. The black lights are on, the camera rolling. Beautiful gümüşlük escort art on her beautiful body. I spent hours painting her. Geometric forms. Organic forms. Words. All well thought out. All meticulously crafted. The paint I used is a grease paint. It doesn’t dry. It smears. This is performance art. I am about to destroy everything I have created. I am about to smear the art. I am about to create new art. The art of love. The designs on her breasts will become smears. She will transfer them to me. The way she rubs them against my body. Streaks across my chest from her hard nipples.

That was the lap dance. A lap dance from a lady with the best tits in the world. They drive me fucking crazy. On her hands and knees, I love to lift them. Feel their weight in my hands. Caress them. Pinch the hard nipples. I have no paint on me. By the end of the night, I will be covered. From her. Sweet, sensual, sexual, her. The red on her lips will be streaked on my cock. I love the way she sucks my cock. She makes love to it. I adjust the camera as she lies on the bed. Her body wide open, begging to be fucked. My cock twitches as I look at her. I zoom in on her wet pussy. This is where I want the camera. I want it to see me tease her clit with my cock. I want it to watch as I slowly give it to her. I want it to see her hands grab my ass and pull my cock into her. I want it to see me fuck her soft and fuck her hard. I want it to see her toned legs wrap around mine and fuck me back. Two people, making love. Two people fucking hard. She has me so hot. Her teasing. Her tits on me. Fuck this. This won’t last long. But, its only the first fuck of the night. There will be more… many more, so, with that confidence in my mind I feel myself release, let go and I just revel in her.

She feels me spew my hot seaman in waves into her and I hear her low satisfied laugh as my own guttural grunts escape my throat. “God baby…” I say as I pull my over-sensitive cock from her heat.

She stares at me, and takes my hand, leading me off the bed and back in front of the huge window. She pulls up a desk chair and sits there. “Now, have a little taste of me.” she demands.

My knees are weak and I am thankful for the chance to get off my feet. I kneel before her glorious long dancers legs and trimmed but not naked flower and I drown in that sea green gaze. She needs what I’m about to deliver. “Do you want me to dump what you gave me first?” she asks? “No.” I tell her. She wants to have me do this now, not three minutes from now, not at my leisure, or to my comfort, but now, for her, as she is. I know this from many times before. She cannot ever feel that anything about her is repulsive to me, and it never is, or ever will be.

There have been years when she has come to me here and she was cycling. Bleeding lushly, and although she would rinse well beforehand, I still tasted and felt of the blood freely flowing that day. She is so sensitive then, was so delighted for my mouth on those occasions. She climaxed so wildly, vividly, screaming with her release and grabbing at my hair and arms.

I loved those times. I have never felt as gratified, as needed and desired by any woman ever in my long life as I did on those days when I gave her what she so desperately needed from me.

And now, as I kneel before this woman I adore to pleasure her for the first time tonight, I am more grateful than I can even express.

My hands lightly glide up from her ankles, smudging my art along their trail to her knees and then thighs and inner thighs, moving her legs slightly apart, and she raises her arms above her head, stretching, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in anticipation of what she is about to receive.

Just before I lower my head and eyes to her sweet wetness I see her turn her head to the window once more and open her eyes to see her audience, whomever they might be down on the boulevard. She loves my ministrations, but she loves her audience also.

I take a deep breath of her, blow out my hot exhalation onto her lips and kiss her inner thigh. She purrs. I lick her lightly, ever so lightly because the lighter I touch her here, the more she feels me. I tease her like this for just a little while, because she gets impatient with me if I tease too long and I don’t want the angst to come.

When I feel her begin to moan and squirm, I intensify my efforts and lick her clit harder and faster, occasionally dipping my tongue deep into her and I taste my own salty fluids there. My hands wander north now, finding her beautiful full breasts and I know that she delights in the nipples on both being pinched as she climbs this peak. Had I three hands, I would use the third to fill her with fingers too, but alas, I must try to decide which she needs more. I am rewarded for my choice by her intensified moans as I pinch her firmly.

Her breath is coming quickly now, her sounds insistent. I know her so well, she’s climbing quickly and I will push her hard over the edge of her precipice soon.

There. A breathless screech, then no breathing at all. Her thighs quiver, her hands on my shoulders dig in, and her whole body strains with the orgasm. Her head is back, eyes closed, I can’t really see all that with my tongue still working hard but I know what she looks like, what she’s doing, how she’s feeling now.

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“Oh yeah! That’s it, Shawn. Drill her juicy cunt,” urged Josh as he got a close up of Julia’s facial expressions of pain and pleasure as Shawn’s huge horse cock plunged in and out rapidly.

Julia was a local waitress at a nightclub. Shawn and Josh met her one night while she was working. She was tall, brunette, pretty and wore a 34D-cup bra. Shawn and Josh offered Julia $600 in tips if she agreed to fuck Shawn on camera. Julia needed the extra money so she agreed.

“AAHHHH, GOD, YOU’RE SO FUCKING HUGE!” cried Julia as Shawn slammed down harder and faster between Julia’s thighs.

Julia had her long, skinny legs hosted up on Shawn’s shoulders and her big feet rubbing up and down the sides of Shawn’s head while Shawn was bent over, drilling his massive meat deeper and harder inside her drenching snatch.

A massive orgasm took over Julia’s petite body, and she began to cum all over Shawn’s big dick and balls. Shawn just loved the rush of a woman’s sweet juices, flowing down his thick meat and heavy sack. Shawn started cumming and pulled his cock out of Julia’s cunt and started spurting massive loads of hot cum over her face and her breasts.

Josh zoomed in for a close up of Julia’s face, filming her face getting covered in Shawn’s gooey semen. Julia used her tongue to lick up most of Shawn’s cum around her mouth before lodging Shawn’s oozing cock between her lips and sucking the remaining cum out of it.

After Shawn finished wiping his cum over Julia’s face, it was time for her to leave, and Josh to put the action on the Basement Sluts website video archives so their loyal fans could watch the action again and again.

As Julia left, Josh just sat at his computer, staring at thousands of floating boobs that were displayed as their screensaver.

“You know something, Shawn?” Josh said. “Julia would be the first girl on our site that didn’t have over a double D cup. Is that a good thing?”

“I don’t know, Josh. She knows how to fuck and suck that’s for sure,” Shawn responded.

“Sure, but our site is made for big tit lovers who love massive hooters. I mean, she had a nice solid D cup but I’m afraid they’re not enough to put on the website.”

“So what do you suppose we do for the 12th episode, Josh? I mean, girls with natural huge breasts are rare in Los Angeles. We’re lucky to have found the ones we have on our site. Most of the girls we’re going to have to use will be D cup, man.”

“I don’t know, Shawn. I think we should take a little hiatus for a while until we can find some other natural busty girls,” Josh suggested.

“Well, I guess you’re right. We have been working our asses off for months and haven’t gotten a vacation yet,” agreed Shawn.

“Nelly!” shouted Josh. “We’re giving you a few days off since we’re kind of stuck about episode 12 at the moment.”

“Josh, Shawn, don’t take this personal, but I have found another job and so I won’t be coming back,” Nelly told them.

“Oh, congratulations then. We wish you well on your next job,” Josh responded.

“Thanks. It’s been fun working with you guys,” Nelly replied as she started tearing up.

“Oh no, don’t cry. I hate when chicks cry,” Shawn said.

“Group hug,” Nelly said wrapping her arms around Shawn and Josh.

Both Shawn and Josh each felt one of Nelly’s massive tits squashed against their chest.

“Can we fuck one last time?” Shawn asked Nelly.

“Sure. I don’t see why not. I love your big dick,” Nelly responded with a smile.

“That’s great. You two have fun. I’m starting my vacation early. I suppose we can resume shooting next week or so. Hopefully we’ll find some more busty beauties by then,” Josh said as he grabbed his coat and took off from the basement.

Shawn and Nelly quickly undressed and started fucking with wild passion.

Josh decided to go to one of the local parks to catch up on the world news.

“Bush was reelected!” Josh said surprisingly. “Damn. Guess the world is going to hell after all.”

As Josh continued reading his newspaper, a strange old, skinny, gray haired lady approached him.

“Excuse me, sonny? I heard you pay women to have sex with you?” the old lady asked with her grumpy voice.

Josh looked up from the paper and immediately became frighten by the old, ugly, crossed-eyed woman.

“Listen, lady, we only do young, hot, busty girls. I’m afraid you have the wrong person for old mature women porn,” Josh responded.

“No, knucklehead, I don’t want to fuck you though I wouldn’t mind it either. You’re cute but an old woman like me wouldn’t survive one orgasm from you. I’m here to offer you my granddaughter,” the old ugly woman suggested.

“Lord knows what the hell her granddaughter looks like,” Josh said to himself.

“Well, old lady.”

“Call me Bertha.”

“Bertha, you see, your granddaughter must have what we’re looking for. Is she cute?”

“Yes.”

“Is she over 18?”

“Yes, she’s 23.”

“Does she have all her teeth?”

“What?” the old lady said in an angry voice.

“I’m joking, ma’am. The most important things your granddaughter antalya sınırsız escort must have are breasts. Bigger then a D cup. Does she have big breasts?”

“Yes, she’s enormous. The big breast genes must have skipped her mother and me.”

“Yeah, I can tell. What else can you describe about your granddaughter?”

“Well, besides big tits she has a nice round ass that she loves showing off in little tight ass shorts. She’s 5’6, about 125 with long red hair that goes to the middle of her back, big beautiful puppy dog eyes, and big lips that could swallow your cock whole.”

Josh was stunned at the old lady’s details.

“How is it that her granddaughter seems hot but the old lady is not? I guess I’m curious to find out for myself,” Josh thought to himself.

“Excuse me, Bertha? Why do you want your granddaughter having sex with me anyways? Most grandparents would kill me or my partner for shit like this?” Josh questioned her.

“Well, you see, my granddaughter and I aren’t that rich as you can tell from my dirty rugs I have on. In fact, we have no money whatsoever. We tried to get jobs but no one wants to hire an ugly old lady. My granddaughter doesn’t want to be sexually assaulted or giving sexual favors to young men at work. I figured her doing you once would get us enough cash to get our lives back together.”

“Is she willing to do this?”

“Yes, it was her idea. A male friend of hers loves watching your show, and he suggested it to my granddaughter. Of course, it’s just an excuse to see my granddaughter naked anyways, that sick fucking pervert. But none the less, it seems like a good idea so we’re going along with it.”

“Well, she has a good friend who knows talent when he sees it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. So are you going to fuck her or not?” said the grumpy old lady.

“Well, ma’am, I must see her first before I make any kind of decision. What’s her name and would you happen to know her bust size?”

“Her name is Rochelle, and I believe she wears a 42FF? I’m pretty sure a double F. Her D cup bras can no longer fit her. Since we’re not rich, we can’t afford special fitting bras. So she walks around wearing just a tank top or large shirt. They do very little to mass her titanic cannons.”

Josh’s cock started hardening just from the bust size.

“How much are you willing to pay me for having sex with my granddaughter?”

“How much would you want?”

“$1,000?”

“WHAT? Are you out of your mind? The highest we ever pay girls to fuck us is $500. But I’ll tell you what, since you guys are obviously broke, I’ll pay you $500 now and the other $500 after I see results.”

“What kind of results?”

“If your granddaughter can last more then a few minutes, if she can really work my cock using all her assets, if she is as pretty as you claim she is, if she can perform past my expectations, and if she can really make me cum and cum and cum, then you’ll get paid.”

“Um….All right. I’ll make sure that you cum and cum and cum. You won’t be disappointed. From what she tells me, her previous boyfriends always come back for more. Take that for what it’s worth,” said the old lady.

“All right, give me the directions to your house or wherever you live, and my partner and I will be there say around seven?” Josh said.

“We live in an area called a trailer park. You get the picture. Just go right past this park and you’ll see a bunch of trailers. My granddaughter and I live alone. Our trailer is located just straight ahead as soon as you arrive at the trailer park gates. We have a couple of garden dwarfs outside our trailer. You’ll know which one is ours.”

“Ok, we’ll be there,” Josh agreed.

He and the old lady shook hands and headed their separate ways until they meet again later on tonight.

Josh quickly got back to the basement to tell Shawn of his new discovery. When he opened the door, Nelly was rapidly riding Shawn’s huge cock. Josh stood in the doorway, watching Shawn and Nelly fuck hard. Shawn’s hands were all over Nelly’s bouncing tits as he felt her pussy starting to clamp down on his throbbing cock.

“OOHHHH SHAWN! HERE I CUMMM!” cried Nelly.

Shawn continued thrusting his cock in and out of Nelly’s soaked pussy as she started cumming.

“Ooooooh! That’s it baby. Cum for poppa,” Shawn teased as he started slowing down his pounding and felt his huge balls getting tighter and heavier. “Here I cum, girl.”

Shawn pulled out of Nelly’s wet cunt and positions her onto the floor. Shawn straddled Nelly’s chest, sliding his thick cock between the valley of her mountainous breasts. Shawn quickly gripped the soft mounds in his hands and started thrusting promptly between them. His big dick was completely mass by Nelly’s whopping melons. Suddenly, Shawn’s cock released his hot cum, spraying down Nelly’s cleavage with his thick semen. Shawn pulled up and aimed his swollen cock head at Nelly’s thick nipples. He coated both her nipples in a thick layer of cum.

“Nice work, Shawn, I hope you have saved döşemealtı escort some of that cum for tonight’s meal,” Josh spoke out.

“Damnit, Josh, how long have you been standing there?” Shawn asked.

“Don’t get all mad, Shawn. You act like I’ve never seen you perform before,” Josh replied.

“Still, this was a private session. Hint the word private,” Shawn responded.

Shawn finished jerking his cock off on Nelly’s breasts, covering the entire front surfaces of both breasts.

“Now what’s this about a meal tonight?” Shawn asked.

“I have found the 12th episode. It will however take place in a trailer park.”

“A trailer park? I’m not fucking any fat, disgusting, diseased pig looking women, man. Forget it, man.”

“Look, Shawn, the girl is not fat, not disgusting, not diseased, doesn’t look like a pig, man! Plus, I’m going to be fucking her tonight. I just need you to film it.”

“I can’t, man, not tonight.”

“Why not?”

“Remember, I’m on vacation. Meaning I don’t have to work tonight. Nelly and I have plans.”

“Oh, I see. So your plans are more important then our business, Shawn?”

“Why don’t you just wait until next week to film this girl? You said it yourself that we need a break from fucking.”

“Shawn? You just got done fucking? What the hell do you call that?”

“Wild sex, Josh.”

“You must be kidding me?”

“Look, man, I’m sorry. But I have plans tonight and it would be rude of me to break them. You understand, right? Just set the camera up on something and fuck the girl. Or get someone to help you. I did when I was in Washington fucking your sister and her friends.”

“Fine!” Josh said angrily. “Have fun tonight. I’ll show you the video tomorrow then.”

Josh started packing up the camcorder and the laptop. He decided that he wasn’t going to wait until seven to meet Rochelle. He headed straight over to the Trailer Park as soon as he finished getting all his equipment.

Josh arrived at the Trailer Park gates. As he entered, he saw the many different trailer park homes and their natives. Everyone looked like a hillbilly, dresses in overalls, barefooted, straw hats, etc.

“I hope she didn’t lie about her granddaughter,” Josh said to himself.

Josh finally made it to the trailer home that Bertha had described to him earlier. The front door was wide open, and Josh walked up to the door.

“Hello?” Josh called out.

“Come in!” shouted the grumpy old lady.

As Josh entered the trailer house, a bunch of dogs and cats run out between his legs, nearly causing Josh to tip off and fall right back out the door. Luckily, Josh held onto the sides of the door as the animals rushed out of the trailer.

“Jesus Christ,” Josh said to himself as he entered the trailer home.

The inside of the trailer didn’t look so bad, Josh thought. It had a nice and warm fuzzy carpet. Light brown fuzzy couches. A small TV with a crooked antenna wrapped in foil on top. They looked like they had three other rooms besides the living room he was in. The smell inside the trailer was a pleasant smell, actually.

“Smells like roses,” Josh said.

The grumpy old lady came out from one of the other rooms.

“Well, you’re here early? How come?” Bertha asked.

“Long story but I just can’t wait to meet your gorgeous granddaughter,” Josh told her.

“Well, she’s be back in a minute. I send her off to the story to fetch me some supplies for my famous pasta meal. Would like you to stay and have dinner with us?” the old lady smiled at Josh, revealing her nasty green and black teeth.

“Don’t want to piss her off. Accept damnit,” a voice in Josh’s head said.

“Yes, sure, why not. I did come a bit early,” Josh said.

“Trust me, boy, my granddaughter will make you cum early as well once you see her,” Bertha responded. “You wouldn’t mind if her male friend watched, do you? I know you don’t usually allow strangers to watch your work up close, but he has been dying to meet you.”

“Sure, in fact, he can hold the camera while your granddaughter and I are handling our business.”

“Great, I’m sure the fucking pervert will be happy to hear that.”

“Grandma, I’m home,” shouted Rochelle as she entered the trailer with a bag full of groceries and her male pal Tony.

“OH my God! It’s Josh from Basement Sluts. Oh shit, dude! I love your website. I am a huge fan of Shawn and you,” Tony said with excitement.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Josh said sarcastically. “Well hello, Rochelle. My God, you’re grandma wasn’t kidding. You are stunning.”

“He he. Why thank you,” Rochelle responded in her southern accent.

“Why don’t you take that stuff into the kitchen, Rochelle? Don’t forget to set down another plate. Josh here is joining us for dinner,” Bertha said.

“Dude! Rochelle is going to be on your website?” asked Tony.

“Yeah Mr.?”

“Tony. My name is Tony. But my friends call me Big Tony.”

“Ok Big Tony. Not only is Rochelle going to be in the film, but I would like konyaaltı escort it if you were to hold the camera while Rochelle and I are getting it on,” Josh requested.

“Are you kidding, man? I would love too,” Tony responded and give Josh a huge bear hug.

Big fitted perfectly in Tony’s name. He was tall, weighted over 200 pounds, half of it, if not all of it was muscle. He was rather handsome and had his dark hair jet-slick back.

“Wow! Aren’t you a big guy,” Josh said.

Rochelle came back into the living room without the shopping bag blocking Josh’s view of her extremely endowed chest. She had on blue jean overalls with one strap hanging to the side, making one of her monstrous breasts slope down over the outside of the overalls. Her big nipple was staining against the thin shirt. Josh’s cock started growing immediately. He didn’t think Bertha could have spawned such a busty knockout. Then again, Bertha was just the grandmother. Her mother must have been just as pretty. Rochelle smiled at Josh and he returned it.

“Wow grandma. He’s cute,” Rochelle whispered to Bertha.

“I’m going to go finish up my pasta. You kids enjoy yourselves. Not too much though. We got some filming to do tonight,” Bertha said as she left the room and entered the kitchen.

“Have a seat,” Rochelle suggested to Josh.

Josh sat down and Tony sat down next to him. Josh was starting to feel uncomfortable with Big Tony next to him, smelling like horse manure.

“So Josh, you like girls with huge boobs? I’m just the girl you’re looking for,” Rochelle said. “I really don’t know what size I am because I haven’t gotten any new bras since my double D days. We’ve been too broke to buy ourselves new things lately,” she explained.

“I know, Rochelle. That’s why I’m here. Get $500 upfront since you were what your grandma explained to me, and then $500 after we have our performance.”

“This is going to be cool. Rochelle really needs the money. As much as a friend I am, I just can’t give her the things she wants. She doesn’t belong here with the rest of us. She belongs in a beauty pageant or something,” Tony said.

“Voluptuous or Scores,” Josh said to himself.

“Awe, Tony, you’re such a sweetheart. I’m glad you’re my friend and plus it was your idea to have Josh film me. My grandma just had to set it up,” said Rochelle.

“Any guy would be lucky to caress your soft, gentle body, Rochelle,” said Big Tony, giving her a big smile. “I know Josh here is going to take real good care of you.”

“Somehow I get the feeling I don’t believe in this picture. Literally,” said Josh to himself. “Why must I be the softhearted one and not Shawn? If I pass her up. I’m going to be a fool.”

“Dinner is ready!” shouted Bertha.

Everyone headed to the dinner table and enjoyed Bertha’s pasta surprise. Even Josh thought he wasn’t going to enjoy the meal, but he did. After dinner, Josh got to know Rochelle and Tony a little bit better. It’s unusual for Josh to get to know any of the girls Shawn or he would be fucking the same night. He found out how deep Tony’s love was for Rochelle. Josh was having a change of attitude towards their situation.

“So, are we ready to begin? I’m so eager to get the rest of the money. Plus I haven’t had sex in 6 months. It’s been killing me,” said Rochelle.

“I just have to set things up in the bedroom first. Tony, would you mind giving me a hand?” Josh asked.

“Sure thing dude,” Tony responded.

They both entered the bedroom which both Rochelle and her grandma sleep in.

“Tony, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to have sex with Rochelle.”

“What! Why not? She isn’t pretty enough? Breasts aren’t big enough? Not a celebrity?” Tony questioned Josh.

“None of the above. I just think you would be better off fucking her then me. It seems you really care about her a lot and, for you to hook her up with a strange man to bump and grind, takes a lot of guts. Plus I don’t trust you working my equipment. How would you like to be on the website fucking Rochelle instead?”

“Really! Rochelle and I?”

“Yes, Big Tony, Rochelle and you. Let the Internet fans just see how Big Tony really is.”

Josh finished setting up the camcorder and hooking up his laptop to the Basement Sluts site. Thousands of viewers started tuning in for the live show.

“Rochelle, would you come here please?” Josh requested.

Rochelle came into the room with a big smile.

“There’s been a change of plans. You’ll be having sex with Tony instead.”

“Tony? My Big Tony?” Rochelle said in a surprised voice.

“That’s even better. I’ve been waiting to have sex with him, but I didn’t know if he would want to since we’re friends and all,” Rochelle explained.

“Trust me, Rochelle, he does. What guy wouldn’t have sex with you?”

“You just put Tony in so I guess you wouldn’t have sex with me?”

“That’s not the point. I changed my mind for a good reason. I don’t want him destroying my equipment. I would feel much better if he did the fucking, and I did the camera work,” Josh explained to her.

“You don’t mind if I watch, do you?” Bertha asked.

“If it was Rochelle and I, then I would mind. Seeing how this is your house and I’m pretty sure Rochelle and Tony wouldn’t mind, then I don’t mind. Just make sure you’re quiet and try not to be walking around in front of the camera. People are paying good money to watch a sex scene live, ma’am,” Josh told Bertha.

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Lord Wyatt Browning was having an awful month. After bringing home the horse he had purchased from Lady Montgomery, the mare they had hoped to first mate him with fell ill. After she was well, there was nothing they could do to make them procreate. They tried the stallion with other mares, equally as fertile, and nothing. The animal wouldn’t even get an erection.

Wyatt had written to the Montgomery household, in hopes that the stable hand would be able to come out and diagnose the animal. He’d spent a pretty penny on the thing and he wanted to get his money’s worth. He received a response quickly, stating that the stable hand, Paul, and Lady Colette would be coming out to the Browning estate, in hopes of determining what was amiss. Wyatt rolled his eyes upon reading that Colette would be joining. He knew that his father and mother were happy with this, as they believed her to be a good match for him, but that didn’t matter. He didn’t find her appealing in any way, but he also knew that wasn’t required for marriage. Men all over the country, including many of his friends, took mistresses. Or if they weren’t in the market for a mistress, dalliances with the maids were equally as acceptable. If the maid threatened to talk to the lady of the house, she was fired.

As he relaxed in his room, he thought of the lady his friend, Robert Chemsley, the Marquis of Kent, had taken to the opera. He didn’t catch the lady’s name, nor even caught a glimpse of her face, but Lord she had the body of a goddess. A small waist that flared into generous hips (“More than enough to grab on to,” Chemsley had winked) and a perfectly shaped derriere. Lustrous blond hair piled atop her head, and the slight glimpse he caught of her face gave way to full lips and a pert nose. But the attribute that Wyatt held most dear was the size of her breasts. Oh, how he longed to bury his face in between them. He felt his cock stir at the thought of the glory he knew Chemsley must have partaken in, and felt no need to stop thinking. When he had seen her, her gown was low cut enough to make her breasts spill over the top, the perfect ivory skin forming delightful half moons above the hem. Wyatt closed his eyes and reached into his trousers, stroking his cock with one hand and pulling his trousers down with the other. He imagined pulling her dress down and taking a breast into each hand, pushing them together and inserting his cock into the warm crevice they created. How she would moan and squirm and beg him to fuck her as he worked quickly between her breasts. How he would stop, only to take each straining nipple into his mouth one after another, bringing her to orgasmic levels of delight with his fingers on her clit.

Wyatt’s cock throbbed at his ideas and at the quick work of his hand. It had been several weeks since he had fucked the maid at the Montgomery household, and his balls were aching for release. He moved his hand faster, thinking of how wet this mystery lady would be and how tight her cunt would feel around his cock. As the thoughts crossed his mind, he very quickly and forcefully came, the ropes of cum spurting enthusiastically onto his hand. His rapidly beating heart slowed as he leaned back into the chair, a half smile on his face. At least there was one cock that still worked, he chuckled to himself.

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Snow had begun to fall when they were half-way between the Montgomery and Browning estates, and showed no signs of stopping. Colette pressed her face against the window of the coach, squinting in an attempt to see where they were. She sighed in relief as she took in the rolling grounds and tall walls of the Browning household. The snow was coming down heavier, the wind picking up and swirling it over the roads.

“We’ve arrived, my lady,” her driver called down from his perch, and she heard the shiver in his voice. Beside her, Paul, the stable hand, breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She turned and arched a brow in his direction, and he sheepishly smiled.

“I’ve never liked travelling in bad weather, my lady. Makes me nervous,” he said, blushing. Colette chuckled and waved her hand, dismissing the comment.

“I feel the same way, Paul. If the snow doesn’t stop within the next hour or so, I shall implore our hosts to allow us to pass the night, until it’s safer for us to travel,” she said, patting his knee in reassurance. The coachman opened the door of the carriage, holding out his hand to assist her down the steps. She gratefully took it, stepping down onto a sizeable mound of snow. She quirked her eyebrows at him.

“Can’t be helped, my lady. This was the spot of the least amount of snow,” he said apologetically. Sure enough, when she glanced around she saw drifts at least knee high.

“Very well,” she said “At least help me get through it and up the steps,”

Colette was assisted through the drifts and the sharp wind, and deposited at the front doors of the beautiful Browning house. She knocked on bodrum escort bayan the door, her hands freezing and cheeks stinging. The door was opened by a dignified butler, and closed after she and her party quickly stepped into the foyer.

“Lady Montgomery, I presume?” the butler asked, his voice a nasal baritone. Colette curtsied shallowly and nodded. “Right this way,”

The butler led them into a tastefully decorated parlour, where Lord James awaited them with a tray of hot tea and biscuits.

“Ah, you made it through the storm,” he said, smiling as he bowed slightly at Colette’s curtsy. He motioned for her and Paul to take a seat, and motioned for the maid to pour the tea.

“Yes, my lord, although the journey was not without its moments” Colette replied, motioning for a bit of cream in her tea. James chuckled, his eyes taking in her beauty. Yes, he thought, this lady would be perfect for Wyatt. The fact that she was wealthy by her own right was merely a gift. The boy deserved a beautiful woman, as he himself had found in his late wife, Lorraine.

“I assume that this gentleman here is Paul?” James asked, leaning back in his chair and sipping at his tea. Paul nodded, bowing his head down for a brief moment.

“That is correct, my lord. He’s here to see what’s amiss with the stallion,” Colette supplied, sipping her own tea and reaching for a biscuit. She looked over at the entrance when Wyatt walked in, her eyes not betraying the maelstrom of emotions that fluttered in her stomach when she saw him again. Had she been a lesser woman, she would have licked her lips.

Wyatt was a tall man, muscular but not to the point of terrifying. He had his dark brown hair cut in the current style, and a clean-shaven face. But it was his eyes that drew Colette into their pure turquoise depths. When she had seen him last, he had looked her over once and dismissed her, inquiring simply about the horse and nothing else. She had been disappointed, but knew that it was due to her bony body.

As he walked past her to be seated next to his father, his eyes flicked over her again, but this time he actually stopped in his tracks. Colette smiled inwardly and bowed her head in greeting as he did the same.

“Lady Colette, this is my son, Lord Wyatt,” James said, motioning for Wyatt to sit down. “But I believe that you two have already met,” James saw the look of interest in both sets of young eyes… and the look of raw hunger in his son’s.

“Yes, my lord, we did meet but for a few moments when he came to pick up the stallion,” Colette supplied, sipping at her tea and refusing to meet Wyatt’s bold stare. A few moments of silence followed, each sipping at their tea or biting into biscuits. James, wanting to leave the two of them alone, put down his cup and slapped his hands on his knees as he stood up.

“Well, Paul, shall we go see what the matter with the horse is?” he asked. Paul nodded and stood, following James out of the parlour saying “I think it may just take some time for him to get used to his surroundings, sir,”

Colette watched them go, unwilling to turn her head back to where she knew Wyatt watched her. She had seen him at the theatre a few days ago, while attending a show with the Marquis of Kent, and caught a few of the hungry looks he’d sent her way. She had become so turned on by them that when she arrived home, she had spent hours tirelessly frigging herself, wave after wave of glorious orgasm flowing over her. But it wasn’t enough. She was still hopelessly aroused, but unwilling to seek help elsewhere. She began to breathe heavier, a flush creeping down from her cheeks to her chest, as she slowly turned her head. Moving her eyes to meet his, she was taken aback by the wolfish hunger she saw.

“Lord Wyatt?” she heard herself ask, her voice huskier and breathier than normal. He blinked and appeared to pull himself together.

“My lady, were you at the theatre with the Marquis of Kent a few days ago?” he asked, his voice slightly deeper than she remembered. She nodded slowly, setting her cup down and clasping her hands together.

“Ahh, so it was you,” Wyatt said, moving from his chair to stand and look out with window into the winter storm. His cock was remembering the brief interlude upstairs before she had arrived, and was beginning to harden at the new development of the lady in question being in his household. She smelled of roses, he had noticed, and of arousal.

“My lord,” Colette said softly, causing him to turn around slightly to glance at her. “I do fear that the roads will be much too treacherous for us to travel home this afternoon. We did have such trouble travelling this morning. May we impose on your hospitality, at least until it lets up enough for us to travel?”

Wyatt nearly laughed out loud in glee at this proposition. The beautiful lady he had dreamed of was to stay in his home, at least for the night. He tried not to show his enthusiasm. bodrum otele gelen escort

“But of course, Lady Colette. We wouldn’t dream of sending you out in this mess,” he replied, motioning to the maid that stood just outside the parlour.

“Please ready a room for Lady Colette, as well as quarters for her travel companions,” the maid bobbed a curtsey and scurried off. Colette smiled then, the same brilliant smile that she had bestowed upon him in her stables only weeks before.

“Thank you ever so much, Lord Wyatt. If there is anything I can do to thank you, be sure to let me know,” As soon as the words were out of Colette’s mouth, she regretted them. Wyatt’s beautiful eyes widened and darkened and she knew what he was thinking. Only the same thing that she was.

“It is of no trouble to us, Lady Colette, but I will be sure to think about what kind of repayment we can negotiate,” his voice had lowered even more, and he stepped away from the window to sit beside her. Colette felt faint, and it wasn’t from the corset she now had to wear to fit into her gowns. Wyatt took her hands in his, his thumbs stroking her palms and his knees resting against hers. Oh God, Colette thought as she resisted the urge to bite her lip. Her sex began to tingle, and she knew she only had a few moments until wetness would form there and she would need to remove herself from his presence.

“Can you please direct me to where I shall be situated? I am feeling a little tired from the journey and wish to rest before supper,” Colette stammered out, carefully extracting her hands from his and standing up. Wyatt caught a faint whiff of a woman’s arousal and rejoiced internally. If a touching of palms and knees turned the lady on so much, it would be a delight to attend to her with more bold caresses. But, he knew that now was not the time for such advances.

“Certainly, Lady Colette,” he said, snapping his fingers for the butler to come into the room. Upon his arrival, Wyatt asked him to take Lady Colette to her rooms. Colette thanked him again, and followed the butler. After they had gone, and there was no one left in the parlour, Wyatt rubbed a hand over his semi-hard cock, adjusting it to a more comfortable position.

Soon, he thought as he attempted to calm it down. Soon.

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Colette was shown to a beautiful room, decorated in shades of purple and silver, and thanked the butler. She waited until the door was closed before flopping onto the bed in mortification. Her sex was throbbing insistently, with such delicious pain that she near rolled her eyes back into her head. A timid knock at the door as it was slowly opened had her sitting up quickly, scared that it was Wyatt following her in. Instead, a small maid presented herself.

“Lord Wyatt said that you were wanting to rest before dinner, and thought that I may be of service to help with your gown,” She said quietly, her eyes downcast. Colette moved off of the bed and presented her back to the maid.

“That would be quite helpful, to be honest. I can never get comfortable in these things,” she said, the maid coming up behind her and unlacing and unbuttoning with surprising speed. Once the gown and corset had loosened sufficiently, Colette held the front in place and turned to the maid.

“Thank you, I will be alright from here,” she said, smiling. The maid bobbed a curtsey and left the room as quickly and quietly as she had arrived, closing the door behind her. Or, at least that’s what Colette thought. In fact, the maid had simply closed the door over, leaving a gap wide enough for someone to see into the room to the bed, were they to stand close enough. This was exactly what Wyatt had requested when he sent her to unlace Colette’s gown.

Colette shimmied out of her dress and corset, breathing a sigh of relief as her breasts were able to breathe. Since gaining her shape back, with a bit of extra weight, the gowns and corsets were almost unbearable in their tightness. Her nipples were hard with arousal, and sliding her hand down her body to the inside of her chemise, she felt the heat her cunt was emitting. She groaned softly as she moved her hand slightly closer to the heat, whispering her fingertips along the top of her mound.

She quickly moved herself to the bed, removing her chemise as she walked, but leaving on her stockings as she wished to get straight to the task at hand. Pleasuring herself in someone else’s house was adding to her arousal, especially the house of a man she found herself undeniably attracted to.

She lay down, propping herself up on the abundance of pillows at the head of the bed, attempting to calm herself. But it was no use, she throbbed and ached and felt herself getting wetter with each moment.

Throwing caution to the wind, she moved her hands to her breasts and closed her eyes. Playing her fingers over the gümbet escort sensitive nipples, she arched her back and let out a muffled moan, imagining that it wasn’t her hands doing so, but Wyatt’s. Plucking her nipples alternately with her left hand, she slowly stroked her right down her stomach to the top of her thigh, inching inwards towards her aching mound. She ruffled the hair and rested her hand as she did each time, her index and ring fingers on each lip and her middle finger lightly stroking up her slit. Wetness was already seeping outside of her slit, and she shuddered slightly as she increased the pressure of her stroking and nipple plucking. She thought of how Wyatt’s hands would feel doing these things, and her breath coming harder.

After teasing herself sufficiently, she slipped her middle finger through the lips and swept it from the entrance of her cunt up to her clit, stopping there and circling it. The pleasure was instantaneous and so great that she began to orgasm almost instantly. Wanting to draw out the delicious feelings and increase them, she removed her left hand from her breast and dove two fingers into her sopping cunt, relentlessly driving them in and out.

The waves of passion and completion rolled over her for what seemed like hours, her cunt clenching her fingers as she continued the rapid in and out, her head thrashing about and her soft moans getting louder as each crest broke. She moved from one orgasm to the next without any downtime, bringing herself to a higher peak of passion with each pump of her hands and flick over her clit. Wetness slipped down onto the bed, and she was grateful that the bedspread was a dark colour. As she felt herself drifting into the blissful state of post-orgasm, she turned her head towards the door and stopped her motions. The door was slightly ajar, a tall figure with bright eyes stood there, stroking himself on top of his trousers.

The man she had just imagined pleasuring her was standing outside her door… and had caught the whole show.

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When Colette had excused herself so abruptly, Wyatt wondered if it was because she was uncomfortable with him, or uncomfortable with the feelings he evoked in her. When she stood quickly before he had risen, he smelled the distinctive scent of arousal wafting out from her, and wondered what she was going to do to take care of it.

As the butler led her to her rooms, he waited a few moments, deciding his options. He could take to his rooms alone, take to his rooms with the new scullery maid, or sneak a peek at what Colette was doing. He stepped into the hallway, looking around for one of the upstairs maids. He spotted one, and walked briskly over to her.

“Mary, is it?” he asked, and at her nod continued “Mary, I would like you to go ask Lady Colette if she needs any assistance removing her gown to help her with her rest. When you leave her room, do not close the door all the way, as I shall be checking in on her to ensure that she is comfortable in her rooms,”

Mary nodded again, and scampered up the stairs. Wyatt rocked back on his heels for a moment, congratulating himself on not giving his intentions away. He merely wanted to peek in, ensure that she was resting, before moving on to his rooms to take care of the problem growing in his trousers. He walked slowly up the stairs and towards Colette’s room, and upon seeing Mary exit and leave the door ajar, he quieted his footsteps so as to not startle the girl.

He looked in, but did not see Colette. He heard a slight groan and thought perhaps there was someone else in the hall, but after a quick look saw no one. Looking back into the room, he watched Colette cross quickly to the bed; removing her undergarments as she walked, save her stockings. She lay on the bed, leaning against what he would call an abominable amount of pillows, and began stroking her breasts. He hardened at an alarming pace, careful to keep his breathing quiet. He watched as her one hand moved downwards and her legs spread, but he didn’t see what she was going to do, as her leg was bent and shielding her from being exposed. Leaning closer to the door, he heard the soft moans she was emitting as her hips jolted upwards and her body shook, and he was surprised at the quickness of her orgasm. Thinking she was done, he stepped back a little, but moved right back to his former position, placing a hand on his throbbing cock as he watched her other hand move quickly downwards as well, and she spread her legs even further. Her leg fell and he saw that she was working herself with both hands, her head thrashing back and forth and her hips moving at an incredible pace, the sound of wetness being thrust into and moans drifting to the door. He felt the tell-tale signs of pre-cum drip from his cock into his trousers and bit back a moan of his own.

Wyatt dipped his hand into his trousers and began to move his hand over his hard cock, getting more and more aroused with each orgasm he saw wash over Colette. He noticed that her hands were slowing and as he didn’t want to get caught, he removed his hand from his trousers and rubbed it over top instead. In one heart-stopping moment, he watched as she slowly moved her head to the direction of the door, her motions stopped completely, and her eyes widened in alarm. He was caught.

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As Brit enters her home through French doors she hurries to her room throwing her things on her bed. In a mad dash she kicks open Lance’s bedroom door which wasn’t totally sealed.

“I so called it. I knew you were in here getting off. Stop it.”

Lance was only wearing a t-shirt, nothing else.

He jumps pointing it at her, torn between two women, “I just started. Give me good news. PLEASE!”

“Put that away. Save it for outside.” She smirks as he crawls off of his bed leaving his dick dangling as he grabs her by the shoulders.

“What did you say to her? What did Chloe say?”

“Lots of things. I played you up as the pervert you are. She knows you watch her. Chloe even admitted that she untied her top just for you. Not because she lusts for you though. She just felt like teasing and being mischievous. I suckered her into teasing you more though. I told her we should humiliate you. So when and if she acts funny you NEED to act humiliated. Got that?”

Lance narrows his eyes, “Ummm! Okay.”

“I made excuses like I had a fake call from my friend and had to leave. This will give you time to go have your stupid fun. The rest is up to you.”

“Awesome.” He pauses, “What do I do next?”

Brit rolls her eyes, “Oh my God! Do I have to guide you every step of the way? Some Mister Master you are.”

“This is different. I know you way better. And, I won the bet you and I had. This is Chloe Johnson meets my Johnson.”

“Whatever! Just open your window in about ten minutes to give me time to act like I’m leaving the house. Talk to her. Compliment her. Ask if she needs lotion. She will agree. Unless you scare her. Push her but don’t be a douche. “

He nods, “Okay. I can do this.”

“Thank me already.” Brit awaits.

“Cool.” He nudges her from his room and shuts his door.

Stunned by his arrogance she exhales, “God I hate you.”

She went to her room to change.

His problem now.

After eight minutes Lance gets bold and opens his curtains, then his window without a screen. He had removed it long ago as an easy exit to escape in the middle of the night.

Looking over at Chloe who was less than thirty feet from him he fondles his dick to garner confidence. Finally, he lets it go and leans on his window sill.

“HEY! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!”

Chloe jumped while still laying on her belly and pulled her top over her 36C’s at the unexpected growl. She then looked around finally setting eyes on Lance.

He laughed and threw his hands up as defense.

“Just kidding. TAKE IT ALL OFF.”

Chloe rolls her eyes and sits up to face him, clutching her top with only one arm. It’s strings still dangled beside her ribs.

“You scared the crap out of me. Why did you do that?” She winced.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist. Don’t get dressed because of me. Your tan lines look great.”

“Do they? I can’t really tell.” She attempts to look over her shoulders awkwardly, “I despise tan lines.”

“Only way to avoid those are to tan naked. Heck! You’re pretty close as it is. Might as well.”

“Are you spying on me?” She tries not to smile.

“Yeah. I won’t lie to you. Every time you lay out.” He strokes himself out of her views vantage point arrogantly.

“I had a hunch you did.” She points at him with a wagging finger, “Now that you nearly scared the bikini off of me I think you need to be nicer.”

“Sure. How?” He halts out of anticipation.

Lifting her lotion bottle she wags it at him, “Oil my back before I lobster?”

Without a word he dives backwards and grabs a pair of black cut off at the knee sweat pants, tugging them on loosely. He had been unprepared for this reality.

Once attired he crawls up on to his window sill and launches himself into a stumbling tumble to the grass below.

“Are you okay?” Chloe hides her amusement.

Rolling to his feet Lance limps the rest of the way. Standing over her he stretches the kinks out. His erection was easy to witness. She couldn’t help but notice his sweats tented out at the crotch. Her expression was pure awe and crimson cheeks.

Chloe bites her lower lip as her eyes look away. Hesitantly she lifts the bottle of lotion up for him to claim, unaware that her raised hand had brushed the bottle against his girth.

He eyed the sway of her hand tapping the bottle and grinned letting her linger. muratpaşa escort Finally, he obtains the bottle and watches her roll over and lay on her stomach. The strings of her top drooped along with the cups as her chest crushed against her blanket.

He had to whistle silently and pinch his concealed crown.

Before kneeling Lance checks out her butt cheeks with the bikini bottoms wrinkled up inside the crack. One final grip of his junk he drops to his knees beside her.

Popping open the attached bottle cap he trickles droplets on her back, spine, and legs. He had to pause and shiver at his luck. Bottle capped and set aside he moves his trembling hands in to begin at her shoulders, lightly brushing her shoulder length blonde hair aside.

“Anyone ever tell you that you look like the model, “Gemma Atkinson”?”

She moans at his grip then whispers, “That’s sweet. I did match my hair cut to look similar to a picture I saw of hers.”

“Same body in my mind.” He coughs up.

“Sweet talker. You’re just lucky I let you make up for that bit of meanness back there.”

“Sorry, again.” He moves his hands more to her furthest shoulder. In his lean his erection rubbed against her side. This made her eyes bulge. A smile formed out of his field of vision.

The sensation made her hold her breath. Even Lance once he realized his movements grit his teeth hoping she wouldn’t freak out.

Chloe shivers it off and softly exhales, “Don’t miss anywhere.”

“Let me know if I do miss a spot, or not rubbing it in hard enough.”

“I will. Hard is good.”

He grins gliding his hands lower until his fingers tickle her ribs making her stiffen up. Side to side, up and down her spine. At her lowest vertebrae his fingers roll under her bikini bottoms upper hem. Time and time again he tested his fingertips slipping under more of his knuckles each time. No arguments so far.

After rolling his palms along her ribs he met with her bikini strings tethered to her hips. He slithers beneath them to glaze the skin.

Sighing he stutters slightly, “Are you sure you want these tan lines down here?”

“Of course I don’t.” She grins sheepishly to herself, “But, I don’t have much choice.”

“You could untie one side at a time. That way your hips at least are nice and brown.”

“I’m open to that idea. You’re so smart Lance.” She tries not to laugh.

“Straight “C’ student.” He chuckles, his heartbeat jumping as he unties the string at her left hip. With a brilliant thought he gently lifts the bottoms enough to tuck the back string inside it.

“That’s so sexy.” He mutters.

With a warm exhale she hisses, “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“I can untie the other hip and tuck that string too.”

After a lengthy pause she agrees, “As long as you behave.”

He stands up and steps around her to kneel at her opposite hip. Fingers pinching the strings apart he tucks that string under her as well.

Realizing the oil bottle was on the side of her that he abandoned he swallowed hoarsely. He then took the risk of leaning over her to grip the bottle. In doing so his pup tent slid over her lower back. She felt every inch of his erection.

Before she could formulate a response he drizzled more oil on her, straightening up. His attention was now on her legs. After a healthy dose of gloss his hands coated her feet as well. Again he found ticklish spots.

Moving higher along her inside legs his hands grew hesitant at her thighs.

“Am I doing okay?”

She nearly purrs with her eyes closed, “Lovely.”

“I can peel the top of these bottoms down just a little. At least the tan line will be less visible. If it helps.”

“I really want an all over tan but that’s impossible. You can roll it down a little I suppose.”

With both hands he pinches the sides of the bikini bottoms material and folds it over gently revealing her butt crack by two inches.

“Good enough or do you want it lower?” He hopes.

Quivering at his knuckles on her flesh she inhales to release, “Another inch at the most.”

Eyes bulging Lance peels and tucks the clothe more like an inch and a half. Just enough for his view to capture the sight of a sexy anal cavity. He had to whine. She had to grit her teeth.

“Nice!” He boldly admits.

She giggles, antalya anal yapan escort “Too much for you Lance?”

“Not nearly enough.” He puckers with the thought.

He retrieves the oil bottle and dribbles a stream on her lower back and watches it trickle into her crack. The sight made him drool. Before she could utter a word Lance decided to just pull the patch of bikini off of her entire ass then yank it out from under her thighs. As she realized his forceful move he Gripped her ass cheeks and pried them apart for a better view.

“WHAT THE HELL, LANCE? I never said to go that far.”

She raises up on her elbows to sneer back at him.

He smiles at her with a cheesy grin, yet nervous, “Might as well do this right.”

“Lance! I can’t do this. You’re only eighteen by what? A week? Two? If people saw this I could get arrested.”

“No tan lines, I say.” He blurts.

She peers around them at all sides then looks back at him as he massages her ass.

“At least find me something to block us from the view of the Kramer house. They’re the ones I worry about.”

Lance scans around him, then darts to his feet leaving her to cringe. Racing to the back of her garage he literally drags her boyfriend’s “John” boat through the yard. He then tilts it up on its side. The height concealed them easily. It amazed her that he went to such lengths.

“There! No more old people eyes.”

He returns to her side again dropping to his knees.

She covers her face in her palms as Lance returns to rubbing her ass. His thumbs dig deep within pried cheeks. While there he grazed over her butt hole multiple times.

“Careful now.” She trembles heavily.

“Your body is freaking perfect, Chloe.”

“I’m crazy. I’m crazy. I’m crazy.” She mumbles over and over, still masking her face with her hands.

“There! You bake for a few minutes. I’ll stand guard. Then you can roll over. I’ll oil your front.” He smugly commands as she drops her arms flat. Behind her he placed his hand down his sweats and jerked himself slowly.

Chloe lays there quietly for four minutes listening to him. It wasn’t difficult to imagine what he was doing. The sun’s shadow revealed her best guess. His silhouette made a great compass.

Finally, she had to know for certain and raises up to look behind her. Sure enough.

Busted!

“I knew you were doing that. At least it’s still inside your sweats. I must really turn you on.” She shyly grins.

“You have no idea.” He squints at her while speeding up his jerking motion.

Swallowing she settles her nerves, “How can you oil my front when that hand is so busy?”

He removes his hand immediately and rears up on his knees. His sweats drawstring was albeit useless, revealing his upper pubes.

“RULES! Can you follow them?” She stares at him without blinking.

He shakes his head negatively without question.

“I didn’t think so.” She laughs blowing the hair from her eyes.

With a deep held inhale she rolls over. Her bikini bra slips away revealing a pair of unrestrained breasts. Her nipples aroused and deadly.

The bottoms already gone offered him a perfectly landscaped strip of blonde pubic hair. She lays back and observes Lance turn pale.

“Everything okay?” She stares.

He nods affirmatively this time without a word. His hand raises the oil bottle and literally drowns her entire front.

As she laughs he tosses the bottle and leaps at her breasts. Squeezing amid the glossy oil and enjoying the view. Nipples pinched, slippery between his fingertips.

All she could do was watch him. He was mesmerized. Time after time he crushed her tits together. Each time she creased her brow fighting moans.

“I’m not getting much of a tan like this. Your shadow over me.”

He decides to abandon her chest and roll his hands over her belly with fanning fingers. Her eyes flutter at the sensation.

Gliding lower his fingers reach her pubic region and toys with it lovingly. She nearly convulses at her decision to let things go this far. She prayed nobody was watching.

Dumb on her part. Yet, she couldn’t resist.

His hands grace her pussy which forces her to spread her legs. Giving him a better view he moves in swiftly. Fingers slip inside her making her arch antalya merkez escort her back and whisper, “Fuck. Unexpected! Dammit Lance.”

She fans her face with one hand and reaches out with the other to remove his hand. He offers her a pathetic look as his fingers leave her wetness.

“Stop with the face already.” She suffers at his emotions.

“I want to finish.”

With a huff she lays back and lets his hand go. Legs wider than before but bent at the knees. Her own hand moves down and begins rubbing her clit. Lance in turn watches her and rubs her leg.

“Lance? Let’s masturbate together. I’ll do that much at least. Nothing more.”

He nods and slips his sweats down to his knees to show off an eight inch stone hard boner.

“JESUS!” She expresses with glued eyes, “I wish Chuck had that.”

Her fingers bury deep inside her as her other hand teases her clit. She couldn’t stop looking at him as he hovered above her waist. In a bold move Lance stood up and moved between her legs. Her eyes fluttered at his emotionless gaze. His jerking becoming more expressive.

As her moans grew louder Lance scooted closer to her. His penis was directly over her knuckles well used.

“Let me cum on you.” He strains.

“Okay.” She whimpers closing in on her own orgasm.

Within three minutes Lance blasted a massive flood over her hands and thighs. She cried out as her own juices ignited and gushed around her sunken fingers.

Chloe collapses closing her eyes. She had never had such an intense orgasm.

Lance idled over her eying his artwork and breathing heavily. Suddenly, he drops over her and devours a nipple. She had zero energy to resist. Her thoughts running rampant, yet confused.

“Lance?” She manages to pat his cheek.

She felt his erection rub over her labia. The sensitivity of her clit made her arch her back and raise her knees higher.

He breathlessly toys with her until she whimpers. His dick had entered her and lingered without thrusting.

“Fuck. That things huge.” She whispers and nearly hyperventilates.

He thrusts once. She cringes and whispers, “Lance, no.”

Three more thrusts finds her nails digging into his back and hip.

Ten more thrusts she just gave up and pulled him in. He fucked her for ten minutes straight. She kissed him hard seven of those minutes.

Finally, Lance pulls away growling and splatters her with coconut white a second time.

In her amazement she squirms about and rubs her body in his slickness until it turns sticky.

“Christ Lance. That was incredible.” She begins to realize her predicament, her belly knotting up inside.

Suddenly, behind them they hear a clearing throat.

“I can’t believe you guys. Chloe you slut. Lance you whore.”

Lance leaps to his feet wobbling.

Brit points toward her house with a stern look. He nods at her then with a smiled nod toward Chloe. In his t-shirt only he parades to the house and goes inside.

Brit then drops down beside Chloe and hugs her. In the process Brit gets Lance’s leftovers all over her hands and arm.

“I didn’t expect that Britney.”

“Me neither.” Brit licks her hand of Lance’s cum.

Chloe eyes her uncaring hunger.

“What do I do now? I can’t face him without stressing about Chuck knowing.”

“Chill Chloe. I’ll threaten my brother.”

“You just licked his cum off your hand.” Chloe offers a weird expression.

“Oh, shit. Ewwww!” She then chuckles.

“Oh my God!” Realization sets in, “You and…Wow!”

“We cool?” Brit pets Chloe’s hair.

“Is it bad of me to want more of that?” The blond yearns.

Brit puckers, “Nawwww! I do things that make me crave more too.”

“I can’t. I love Chuck. Dammit!” The blond hisses with regret.

“So, love him. I’ll take care of Lance. Be yourself. Nothing here ever happened.”

Chloe pulls away and crawls to her feet and literally leaves her stuff in the yard. She stumbles to Lance’s open bedroom window.

Looking in she see’s Lance standing there fondling himself again.

“Back for more?” He winks.

“Not today. Please, Lance. Keep this to yourself. Only trouble can become of what just happened.”

“My windows always open. If you get bored.”

She creases her brow then turns away. A second later she looks back inside.

“Thank you, Lance.”

Chloe then left him in favor of her house.

Brit moved to replace her at the window.

“Damn Stud. I’m impressed.”

Lance smirks, “I still got energy. Crawl on in.”

“I’ll pass. I’m going to get ice cream.”

Just as good of a cold shoulder as any.

Brit vanished around the side of the house.

Lance?

Third time was the charm.

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My wife (Rita), her sister, and one of her close female friends were hanging out for a weekend of shopping and girl time. They had spent all of Saturday at the outlet mall and various other stores, shopping mainly for clothes for themselves and some for the kids. I stayed home with the kids to allow the ladies to have their time together.

When they got home, I had a nice dinner ready for them. The kids and I had already eaten, and I put all of them to bed before the ladies returned home.

After everyone had eaten and gotten comfortable, the ladies started emptying their shopping bags, showing me what they bought. They showed me some kids clothes and talked about the good deals they had found. Then they got to the clothes they had bought for themselves, and my wife’s sister, Rachel said, “Let’s try everything on again and do a fashion show!” The other two agreed that it would be fun, especially since they had split up at times and hadn’t seen everything the others had bought.

Now all three of these ladies wear approximately the same size clothes. All of them are petite, with slender figures and smaller breasts. My wife’s friend, Amanda, is a little more toned than the other two, probably because she is single with no children. Rachel’s butt and hips are a little bit curvier, and Rita has the best hair and prettiest face. Her eyes are especially captivating, so that you are drawn in, staring at her beauty without even realizing it.

The ladies decided to take turns each trying on a new outfit or clothing item, then modeling it for the rest of us. Rachel volunteered to go first, so she took her shopping bags into the master bedroom.

A couple of minutes later, she walked out into the living room where the rest of us were, wearing a thin sweater and leggings. The sweater was form-fitting and was especially tight around the curves of her rear. We clapped for the model and her new clothes.

Next it was Amanda’s turn to play model. She came out wearing a short sleeved athletic top and tight yoga pants. The athletic clothes fit her personality and showed of her toned arms and legs.

Finally it was Rita’s turn to try on her clothes. She took her bags into the bedroom and came out a couple of minutes later with a silky button-up shirt tucked into a pencil skirt that went just to the knees. I always like seeing my wife in a skirt that shows off her smooth, slender legs.

It was back to Rachel’s turn, and she excitedly rushed back into the bedroom for some more clothes. This time she came out in a floral dress that came down to her mid thigh. Normally she dresses pretty conservatively, so I would have thought she would wear leggings under this dress. For whatever reason, she chose to go without them for this fashion show, and I’ll have to admit that I did not mind what I saw, especially when she sat down on the couch, causing the dress to ride up farther.

Amanda went in to change and came out also wearing a dress. Hers was longer, reaching below her knees, but it was pretty low cut and tight in all the right places.

When it was Rita’s turn, she said, “Let’s all just move into the bedroom. The king-sized bed has plenty of room to sit on, and it will save us from walking back and forth.”

All four of us proceeded to the master bedroom, where my wife proceeded to disrobe in front of us down to her black lacy bra and panties. Rachel was accustomed to this, since as sisters they changed in front of each other all the time. Amanda was a little bit surprised, I could tell, but quickly got over it. Actually, I was pretty surprised because my wife is normally a very modest person, though I was certainly not going to be the one to complain. Rita pulled a dress out of a shopping bag and slipped it over her head. Hers was a “little black dress” with a moderately low v-neckline and a flowing pleated skirt that reached just above the knee. She did a twirl, causing her skirt to fly out prettily and also giving us another view of her lacy panties. I clapped escort bodrum a little louder than the others at this display. Another part of my body was also starting to enjoy this fashion show.

When it was Rachel’s turn, she said she actually wanted to try on Rita’s dress, so Rita obliged by pulling it back over her head; once again leaving her in her underwear. She didn’t seem to mind, especially since it was warm in the bedroom. Rachel surprised me by taking her dress off right there in front of us as well, rather than stepping into the nearby closet or bathroom. I looked away from her and toward my wife, but Rita smiled at me and motioned back toward her sister. Rachel had a basic nude-colored bra and light pink no-show panties that I noticed were a little sheer. I could actually see a little bit of black pubic hair showing through the fabric. She looked over and smiled at me when she saw that I was checking her out. She slipped Rita’s black dress on and shimmied a little to get it in place over her slightly larger hips. She looked good in this dress as had Rita.

Now it was time to see if Amanda would be the shy one or if she too would undress in front of me. She looked uncertainly at Rita for a moment, and then when Rita have her a “thumbs-up” and winked and smiled at me, she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. She was wearing purple thong panties and a lime green bra. The combination was bold, but actually quite nice, though I tried not to stare too much. I was sitting right next to my wife while we watched after all. Amanda then pulled another athletic outfit from a shopping bag. There was a tank top and a short pair of shorts. She quickly pulled on the shorts, but then looked sheepishly at Rita, saying, “This one has a built-in bra, so…”

“Oh, just go for it!” said my normally proper wife.

Then to my surprise (and delight if I’m being honest), Amanda turned her back to us, reached behind her back with both hands, and unclasped her bra. She pulled her arms through the straps and tossed the bra on the bed. She had a very nice toned back, with smooth looking skin. When she lifted her arms to put the shirt on, I caught just the slightest glimpse of the side of one of her small breasts, probably 32A if I was guessing. When she turned around, I could see the outline of her erect nipples showing through her shirt. I was now thoroughly enjoying the show and it was evident by the tent forming in my shorts. I’m pretty sure Amanda noticed what was happening in my pants, because she blushed a little when I caught her looking that direction.

Rachel quickly doffed Rita’s dress and threw it back to her where she sat next to me on the bed. When Rita caught the dress, she looked over my way and saw the start of an erection growing in my pants. She smiled at me rather mischievously, and put her hand on my thigh, very close to my crotch. This cause my penis to grow a little more, until I nearly had a full erection, though I was trying my best to keep calm. It was Rita’s turn again, so she gave my crotch a pat and got up. She looked in one of her bags and brought out an athletic shirt somewhat like the first one Amanda had tried on.

Then she said, “Amanda could I try on your shorts with this shirt?”

Amanda stripped off her shorts and leaned across where I was lounging to hand the shorts to Rita. She leaned over my legs, and when she did, I got a great view of her butt cheeks in the thong. Her body was also quite close to my growing penis as she brushed against my legs.

Rita pulled on the shorts and after we applauded, she resumed her spot on the bed next to me. Her hand also resumed it’s former position near the bulge in my shorts. She pointed and drew my attention back to Rachel who was digging in a shopping bag until she pulled out a lacy pink bra. At this point Rachel unclasped her bra, and pulled it off, only without turning her back as Amanda had done. I got a good look at her small, perky breasts once bodrum sınırsız escort the bra was off. Her nipples were dark brownish pink and stuck straight ahead, like maybe she was becoming aroused. Then I realized she was staring right at me, making no effort to cover herself or to put on the new bra. Not only that, but Rita’s hand, which had been gradually inching toward my crotch had reached it’s target, and she was now slowly caressing my boner through my shorts.

I was amazed at these normally prim and proper ladies who were undressing in front of me, and in my wife’s case, fondling me while the others looked on. They were indeed looking on, both Rachel and Amanda were staring at Rita’s hand moving over the bulge in my shorts. Rita was smiling wickedly as she pretending like nothing was out of the ordinary. Rachel realized finally that she was supposed to be trying on her new bra, so she slipped it on while making a pouty face and struck a pose like a Victoria’s Secret model. We all laughed and clapped at this, but there was still some serious tension building in the room.

Next, Rita said that it was my turn to try something on. She pulled a dress shirt and slacks out of a shopping bag and motioned for me to try them on. I looked questioning at her and then down at my obvious bulge. She smiled that same wicked smile as before and motioned for me to proceed. I slowly stood up, causing the tent in my shorts to stick out in a very obvious fashion, and pulled my shorts down so that my stretched-to-the-limit boxers briefs were showing. I took off my shirt, while all three girls watched intently. I put on the dress shirt and then the slacks, though the zipper was challenging in my current condition. I strutted around the bedroom to the sound of applause until my wife said they forgot one part of the outfit. Then she pulled out a pair of blue silky boxers and threw them at my face. I put them on my head, and they all laughed, though the laughter was tinged with nervous anticipation. Then I took off the dress pants and decided to go for it. I carefully pulled down my boxer briefs with my back to the others. One if the girls whistled and I felt someone slap my butt cheek. Before I put the silky boxers on, I turned around, giving them a full view of my erect penis and testicles. The whistling and laughter does down immediately, as all three caught their breath, and Amanda even let out a little cry of surprise or maybe nervousness. I thrilled at the opportunity to show them my goods, and my penis bobbed and twitched, showing my excitement.

My penis is pretty average in length, but maybe a little thicker than average. Either way, it is straight, not curved, with a well-shaped head, and I keep my pubic hair trimmed up neatly. I think it is a pretty nice penis. These girls seemed to like what they saw, judging by their reactions. Even Rita, who has seen me naked plenty of times, seemed excited by the display. After just a few seconds, I pulled on the boxers, but didn’t bother with the pants. I lounged back on the bed between my wife and Rachel, making no effort to hide my arousal.

There was definitely an air of excitement, like an energy surge through the room. Rita replaced her hand on my bulging boxers and gave me a squeeze while the others looked on with rapt attention. I looked around to see that Amanda’s nipples were poking out the material of her tank top even more than before, and she had a hand resting on her thigh, rather near her own crotch. Rachel’s body, still clothed in only her pink bra and sheer panties was against my right side, even though there was plenty of room on the bed. Amanda was beside and somewhat in front of Rachel, so that she had a clear view of Rita and me.

I wouldn’t have ever dreamed before today that my wife would act this way, but she was clearly enjoying putting on a show for the other girls. She was every so slowly stroking my erection through my silky boxers, which bodrum otele gelen escort felt fantastic. It was all the more exciting because we had an audience. Rita leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. She looked up, seemingly to make sure the others were still watching, and then leaned back over and we kissed more passionately. My breathing became a little bit labored, and then I noticed that I was not the only one. It sounded like all three of the ladies were breathing a little harder as well. I sat up slightly so that I had a little more leverage, and ran my hands up and down Rita’s smooth back under her shirt. She moaned slightly, showing that she enjoyed the sensation. After a little more kissing and rubbing, I slipped her shirt over her head, then unhooked her bra and slid it off her arms. She undid the buttons on my shirt and pulled it off.

We continued kissing and caressing, with her stroking my clothed penis and my bare chest and back. I was touching all of her exposed skin, now including her small, firm breasts. I broke off the kiss and slowly kissed a trail down her neck and then between and around her two beautiful boobs. I kissed right up to a nipple and then took one of her hard nipples on my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on her sensitive nipple to her obvious pleasure. Actually the action seemed to be pleasurable for everyone in the room. I could hear Amanda and Rachel breathing hard and lightly moaning, so I glanced over to see that Rachel was rubbing her vulva through her panties and Amanda had her hand inside her thong, all-out pleasuring herself. Both of them were staring right at Rita and me, watching me suck on one nipple and caress the other breast with my hand. All the while, Rita continued to slowly stroke my clothed erection. It is an understatement to say that I found the whole scene highly erotic.

After a few minutes, we could not wait anymore, and Rita and I pulled off each other’s underwear. As soon as we were naked, our hands immediately found each other’s bare genitals. Soon enough our hands were not enough satisfaction, and we found ourselves getting into position for sex. Rita was on her back with her legs spread wide, and I was kneeling on front of her.

At that moment, I realized that we were about to have sex in front of my wife’s sister and her friend. I paused briefly and looked to make sure they seemed okay with it. When I looked at Amanda, she had one hand inside her panties, rubbing vigorously on her clitoris, while the other hand was roaming up and down her body, stopping to tweak a hard nipple, then continuing on over the rest of her body. Her shirt was pulled up most of the way to give her better access to her skin, and her eyes kept closing in ecstacy only to open again so she could watch us.

Rachel was still very close to us, actually she had positioned herself so that she could watch my penis enter Rita’s vagina. She had a hand inside her own panties and was breathing hard while squirming around with pleasure. Her eyes never left our lovemaking as I slowly pressed my erection into Rita’s waiting hole. The amazing feeling of a tight grip all around my penis, while sheathed in velvety softness is beyond my ability to describe. I knew that in my overly excited state, I would have to be careful that I did not release my load before Rita was ready. Luckily, she was also especially excited, and after only a dozen or so long strokes, her body began to tighten and convulse with an orgasm. That was my cue, so I released my own sexual tension with a torrent of semen. It was the biggest, most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced, and the quantity of semen that I shot deep inside my wife seemed like ten times the normal amount.

Both of us cried out, and then I realized that it was not both of us, but all four of us that were crying out in orgasmic bliss, as the other ladies followed close behind with their own explosions of pleasure. We all collapsed in a heap on the bed, breathing hard.

After everyone caught their breath, we got up and cleaned off. Everyone put themselves back together, but no one felt the need to get fully dressed. We all felt so close and connected to one another during that time that we just enjoyed being together until gradually we all drifted off to sleep. Something like this will likely never happen again, but an amazing memory was made that day.

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Amy lay in bed thinking about how her day had gone.

First noteworthy thing that happened that morning was her roommate Cassie telling her it was time to fulfill her obligation for the lost bet Amy had made over the weekend.

Along with her declaration Cassie had handed her a pair of shorts and told Amy that she had to wear them all day.

Looking over the garment Amy could tell they were going to ride higher than any shorts she had ever worn before. When she put them on following her morning shower she saw her assumption had been correct.

The shorts were extremely form fitting, kind of like a pair of tight yoga pants with the legs cut off. And they were short, like really short. Looking in the mirror she could see the bottom thirds of her butt cheeks were exposed.

Still the challenge wasn’t a huge surprise. As their first year at college had progressed Amy had come to realize her roommate loved to put Amy in embarrassing situations.

There was the time she had finished her shower only to discover that someone had taken her towel. It was annoying, but since her room was only a couple of doors down the hall and she was living in a girls dormitory it wasn’t like none of the other residents hadn’t seen a naked girl before.

Thus it took several seconds after she stepping inside to realize that somehow Cassie had somehow snuck two guys into their room.

An independent observer would have been hard pressed to decide who was the most shocked.

The observer would have been easily able to exclude Cassie since she was clearly enjoying the situation. However the two guys and Cassie were all equally stunned.

Maybe a couple of jocks or popular guys could have dealt with the sight more casually, but these were the kind of guys who almost never got to hang around with the sexy girls on campus. And no one would deny that Amy had a very sexy body. Five foot, six with blonde hair that fell to the tops of her breasts, a cute face and a body that reflected her enjoyment of working out.

Cassie was also quite attractive and when they first met Amy had assumed that Cassie would hang around with the “in” crowd, but she came to learn that Cassie was more at home with guys that would have been referred to as “nerds” back in high school.

Amy was pleasantly surprised to discover that a benefit to Cassie’s friendships with these guys was their willingness to help her when she was having trouble with some homework assignment.

However walking into her room stark naked only to discover two of Cassie’s male friends standing there obviously both shocked and thrilled at the show she was providing prevented Amy incapable of reacting quickly.

Fortunately the few seconds it took her to react provided her a chance to decide how to handle the situation. Acting of if it weren’t a big deal she calmly reached over on her bed and picked up the missing towel. She causally dried off and got dressed.

Brushing her hair and various other tasks, Amy left the room as calmly as possible. However once she was down in the lobby she had to take a chair to avoid collapsing on the floor.

Part of her was pissed that Cassie had tricked her into showing herself naked to two strange guys and she debating about telling someone in authority. This could have lead to Cassie being expelled from the college since males were only permitted to enter the building between 4:30 and 8:00 weekday evening and only between 12:00 and 8:00PM on weekends. There were additional requirements such as they had to sign in and out. They had to be escorted by a dorm resident at all times. Also any room a male was in was required to have the door completely open. If any male were find in the building at any other time or in a room with the door closed they could face punishments up to and including being kicked out of the college. At the start of every year a few guys were caught and punished until everyone realized the school was dead serious about these rules.

On the other hand a different part of her was shaking not from anger, but from excitement. Amy would never flashed a guy on her own, much less two. The feeling of showing off her naked body to strangers was so damn erotic.

She wondered what the guys were thinking. Were they excited or embarrassed? Did they wish she had stayed longer or that it hadn’t happened? Would they be masturbating to the memory of her tonight? Had any guy ever pictured her while he was masturbating before?

She started imagining which guys in her high school might have jacked off to her naked image.

About twenty minutes later Cassie came downstairs. It was obvious from the look on her face that she was afraid of what Amy might have done.

Cassie told Amy that the guys were gone and asked if she wanted to come back up to their room and discuss what had happened.

She was obviously relieved when Amy stood up and walked over to the stairs. When they were back in the room and the door was closed Cassie explained.

She told antalya rus escort Amy that the two guys had helped her out immensely with a project for one of her classes. She had decided to give them a peek at herself naked, but couldn’t figure out a way to do it that would seem accidental. The only thing she could figure out was to sneak them into the room and do a striptease for them. The bad thing was undoubtedly the story would spread all over campus and everyone would think she was some kind of slut.

She had gotten the guys into the room and just as she was about to start stripping she had spotted Amy’s towel laying on her bed. Knowing that Amy took a shower every morning she guessed that’s where Amy was.

She had argued with herself mentally. It was her responsibility to pay back the guys, but it would look much better when the story went around campus if the guys had gotten their look accidentally. She was still mentally debating what to do when Amy walked into the room totally bare-assed.

Cassie had expected Amy to freak out, but instead Amy had played it off as no big thing.

After Amy had left Cassie had gotten the guys to swear they wouldn’t tell anyone, telling them that if the authorities found out they had been in the room when they weren’t supposed to be there all of them might get expelled. She hoped they would be able to keep their adventure to themselves, but she couldn’t guarantee it.

Cassie ended her tale by saying she would do anything Amy wanted in return for not telling anyone that she had violated the rules.

Amy thought about it and said first she wanted to know what the guys had said after she left.

Cassie told her that they had been jabbering about had sexy Amy was. They said her titties were stunning and her ass was fantastic. They regretted now getting a better view of her pussy, but what they had seen was pretty sweet.

Cassie added that they had been amazed how calmly she had reacted to their presence. They said that it must be nice to know that everyone would love your body so you didn’t have to be afraid of what people would think.

Amy laughed at that idea. She never considered herself like that. Then Amy told Cassie to explain how she had gotten the guys up to their room without anyone getting caught.

Cassie said that her older sister had gone to the same school and while she was attending had stayed in this dorm. While here she and some other girls had discovered that there was a staircase in the back of the building that nobody ever used. Apparently it had been an old fire escape, but somehow everyone had forgotten about it.

The door to the outside was behind some storage tanks and somebody at one time had stacked a bunch of stuff in front of it. There was one spot where you could slip in behind the pile of junk and get to the door. It was locked so it had to be opened by someone on the inside.

Amy asked why no one had discovered the stairwell’s existence by the doors on each floor.

Cassie said that someone and painted a sign on the door on each level saying “dirty linen” so nobody ever tried them. Plus there was a lock on each door. She went on to say that her sister had learned how to pick the locks and in turn had taught Cassie how.

Then Cassie asked Amy how she had felt when she walked in naked in front of two guys.

Amy replied that she had been pissed that Cassie had stolen her towel while she was in the communal bathroom and tricked her into displaying her naked body in front of Cassie’s friends. However she had decided that she wasn’t going to give Cassie the pleasure of seeing her freak out so that why she had calmly dried off and gotten dressed.

Amy went to say that she had considered turning Cassie and the guys in, but at some point she remembered that she was the one who left the towel in the room. Therefore it wasn’t really Cassie’s fault that Amy had been naked when she came back to the room.

Cassie then asked if that’s why she hadn’t told on her and the guys.

Amy confessed that there had also been an intense excitement about being seen completely naked by two strange guys.

Cassie laughed and said it seems like Amy might have a streak of exhibitionism. After that incident Cassie seemed to look for opportunities to explore Amy’s exhibitionist side.

Which is part of how Amy found herself later standing on a street corner waiting for the green light so she and the others standing there could cross as she felt a breeze caress the exposed portions of her ass.

In addition to the shorts Cassie had insisted Amy wear a matching sleeveless t-shirt. On the back of the t-shirt Cassie had written “lost a bet” and had drawn an arrow pointing down towards Amy’s ineffectively concealed tushie. Amy didn’t fail to notice that all the guys had stepped back behind her to eye her display.

One of the other girls had moved behind her to give Amy a little privacy, but Amy had told her belek escort that as much as she appreciated the gesture everyone was going to get a look sooner or later so she might as well let everyone get their chance now. The girl had moved to Amy’s side giving the group behind them their uninterrupted view.

The girl asked Amy what the bet had been. Amy replied her and her roommate’s high school teams had played a match over the weekend. Amy and Cassie had made a bet on whose team would win. The loser had to wear an outfit the other would choose.

Amy said that if her team had won she would have made her roommate wear a silly costume. Unfortunately Amy’s team had lost, hence the cheeky display.

The girl had laughed at Amy’s description.

The light finally changed and everyone started forward. Amy was on the side of the group closest to the intersection. She hadn’t taken more than a few steps when there was a huge crash.

Everyone turned at the noise to see that a truck had run into the back of a car waiting to make a left hand turn.

Any question as to what caused the crash was quickly erased as the truck driver loudly proclaimed that it was worth it to watch that ass wiggle.

Amy added an extra little flip of her hips as the group continued crossing.

During the walk to her class there were other incidents, but nothing as bad as the crash. One guy walked into a light pole while he was distracted. One guy was staring at Amy’s show until his girlfriend slapped him upside the head. One girl tripped and fell down when she unintentionally stepped off the curb while not paying attention.

Finally Amy got to her class. She was glad it was mathematics since she was naturally gifted in that subject.

When the class settled down the professor walked up to the board and wrote out an equation. Then she stepped away. She turned to the students and called out for a volunteer. As normal nobody moved.

Looking around she spotted Amy. With a slight grin she called Amy to come down and work out the problem.

If Amy had hoped to be inconspicuous she was out of luck. She hoped the professor might change her mind, but it wasn’t to be.

Face a dark red color Amy walked down to the board and started studying the equation. At first there was a silence as Amy walked down, but by the time she reached the board everyone was talking.

A quick glance behind herself showed Amy that the vast majority of her fellow students had their phones out and they were recording her quavering ass.

Her only escape was to focus on the equation. As she wrote out the steps to solve the equation she got completely involved in solving the problem. So when she accidentally dropped the marker she unthinkingly bend over to pick it up. If there had been any chance that the others might stop recording that thought went right out the window.

Whereas the lower third of her butt had been exposed before, now fully half of each cheek was in plain sight.

All the time Amy was still fixated on the problem. It took her a little over ten minutes to get it worked out. Every moment of her time at the board her exposed fanny was being filmed by dozens of cell phones.

When she finished Amy stepped away from the board and the professor studied what she had finished. Amy was shocked when all of her work was quickly wiped off.

She whispered to Amy to step behind the podium and pull down her shorts. When she reached behind herself Amy was shocked to discover how much she was showing. A third had been bad, but over half was worst. When she finished the instructor told her to return to her seat.

After Amy was seated the professor told the class they had the same amount of time it had taken Amy to solve the problem to solve it themselves. Anyone she caught using their cell phones to solve it, whether using the calculator app or reviewing the videos they had film while Amy was up front, would get an automatic zero for the day.

Amy was exempt as she had already solved the problem.

Not surprisingly only a couple finished it. Three were caught trying to use their phones and got the promised zeros for the day.

As the class was walking out at the end of class Amy heard several comments. Some were demeaning, but she figured they were from people who had failed the test or were jealous.

Her favorite was the guy who said, “I’d take a zero any day for a chance to watch the that gorgeous ass shaking like that especially when Amy bent over and poked out those cheeks at me.” Others quickly claimed that Amy had been displaying her ass for them too.

Her next class was Human Psychology. She had hoped to be able to maintain a lower profile this time, but that desire was destroyed when the professor called her up front.

The professor had Amy stand in the center of the podium. Then using her remote turned the lights down before clicking on a spotlight that made Amy to unmistakable center of kepez escort attention.

She had Amy make a slow rotation. Amy stopped when she was facing the other students, but the professor had her turn around.

Then the professor asked for comments.

Someone said “slut”. Which was quickly condemned by the rest.

Someone said “showoff”. There was mixed response to this comment.

Someone else said, “honorable”. The professor asked the speaker to explain.

A voice Amy didn’t recognize explained. The person said that Amy had made a bet and when she lost she didn’t welsh like a less honorable person would have tried to do. Instead she was fulfilling her obligation even though it was obvious that she was uncomfortable with the payoff. There was general agreement with this observation.

There were some more comments, then someone called out for the professor to have Amy bend over like she had in math class.

The professor asked Amy to explain. Amy told her that while she had been up at the board working on an equation she had accidentally dropped the marker and because she had been so focused on solving the problem on the board she had unthinkingly bend over to pick it up. She hadn’t noticed at the time, but that had left about half of each cheek exposed.

The professor asked how she felt about that. Amy replied that she hadn’t noticed it until the other professor pointed it out.

Then the professor asked her what she would have done if she had noticed the change. Amy replied that she didn’t know.

The professor said, “Let’s find out. Bend down and pretend to retie your shoes, but when you stand up keep your hands away from your body.”

Amy decided she wasn’t going to do it like she had done the last time and instead of bending over from the waist, she squatted.

What she hadn’t taken into consideration was this posture actually put more stretch on the shorts and when she stood up nearly two-thirds of each buttock was showing.

From the other students reactions Amy could tell she was exposing more than she had hoped and started to reach back to adjust her shorts. However before the professor could tell her not to Amy stopped herself.

Then the professor asked for comments. The same voice that had suggested she bend over said this time it was even better.

There were a number of comments which were discussed for what seemed like hours to Amy as she stood there in the spot light with the majority of her butt on display.

Finally the professor turned off the spot light and brought up the other lights. She told the students to think about this class and to type up a three page paper on their conclusion.

As the others were gathering up their stuff the professor called Amy over. At last she let Amy pulled down the shorts. Then she told Amy she wanted her to write her report on what emotions she had been experiencing while up on stage.

When Amy left the class most of her classmates were waiting for her. Everyone wanted to know what she had been thinking while she was on stage and especially after she had knelt down.

She felt it was her responsibility to be honest so she told them that she had experienced a wide range of emotions. Everything from fear to humiliation to excitement, back to fear. When asked about the excitement she said it wasn’t like happiness excitement, it was more of a fear excitement. Kind of like when you ride a roller coaster and the feeling you have right before it makes the first huge drop.

After answering more questions Amy said that she needed to grab a bite to eat before her next class. Most moved off, but a few walked with her to a nearby pizza joint.

They were almost there when they heard a loud “Shit” comment behind them. Everyone turned around and discovered a guy on a bicycle had ridden his bike over a storm drain cover and the front wheel had fallen into one of the gaps that allowed the water to drain through.

Amy ran over and knelt down beside him. She asked him if he were alright and he sheepishly replied that he had been so focused on her bouncing butt that he never noticed the drain. He said he was okay and Amy rejoined the others.

She pretended not to notice that the shorts had pulled up once again and she was now showing a sizable amount of bare butt.

One of the girls noticed the display and slipped up behind Amy as they were crowding in the door. She reached over and gave Amy a little slap on the ass. Amy pretended not to have notice which encouraged the girl, who reached down, gripped the edges of Amy’s shorts and jerked them up even higher.

Amy wasn’t sure, but it felt like each cheek was now completely exposed.

A finger slid across where the bottom of the shorts stopped and the top of the ass began.

Now Amy was sure she was showing as much ass as she would’ve been if she were wearing a string bikini.

Still she pretended not to notice. When the others sat down on the stools lining the counter she did too.

She could feel the cracked vinyl pressing against her ass and she knew there was still more ass showing above the seat.

There was a fairly constant stream of people going in and out and several times she felt a hand touch her ass. Sometimes it was a quick rub, sometimes it was a light pinch, and few were light slaps.

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Denise rose from her bed, pulled off the baggy t-shirt she’d slept in, donned her dressing gown and padded into the bathroom. After her morning wash and tooth brushing she brushed her long dark hair. Looking at herself in the mirror, she sometimes felt she was looking at a stranger.

Gone was the skinny tomboy who loved to play football on the wreck, climb trees, and anything the boys were doing. Now at 18 she’d suddenly bloomed into what can only be described as a woman. Her long dark hair reached down to the middle of her back. Her lips were full and her high cheek bones gave her a beautiful exotic look. Her breasts were already a 36c. A flat tummy, cute round bum plus her tanned shapely legs finished the look she had today. The trouble was, with this changed body came new emotions and feelings. She’d noticed how the boys had changed towards her about 8 months ago. No longer wanting to play footie with her and stuff. In fact treating her totally like a girl. She’d noticed how they always tried to be alone with her. They started talking to her tits and she also noticed that they always got huge lumps in their football shorts. 8 months ago she didn’t have a clue what was going on with them. She does now though. Tony had had the guts to reveal what this lump was. He’d taken her hand and showed her how to toss it off. Since then she’d wanked quite a few boys off. They liked to look at her ample tits or stroke her bum while she did it. Denise hadn’t had full sex yet. Was in no hurry. It was enough that she got to bring the boys off and satisfy herself in her bed.

Just lately though, she’d noticed older men looking at her. Not just looking, but actually ogling her. Young men and even some pensioners she noticed were weighing her up. It’s got so bad that most of her male teachers have been caught by her looking at her legs under the desk. Even her P.E teacher couldn’t keep away from her. He was always standing behind her showing how to hold some racquet or bat. Seemed to her they were just excuses. She could definitely feel something pressing against her arse and she wasn’t that naive not to know what it was anymore. Her tutor was the worse culprit. Mr Williams was always trying to get glimpses up her skirt and see her knickers. He was about 45. Quite handsome and a very large man. She wondered if his cock was the same as the young lads she was used to. Or would it be bigger. She was going to do her best to find out today. She’d already got herself a 30minute detention for talking and had to report to Mr Williams at 3.30 after school. Denise got her self dressed as normal but instead of her usual big blue school knickers she put on her bright red thong. She was going to enjoy today.

One bus ride later and Denise is sat in her tutor room. Mr Williams is there taking register. She can see him keep peeking at her over the top of his glasses. When that was complete he tells the class to read. When everyone had their face stuck into a book she glanced up at him. He had some papers held up high but she knew he was looking at her legs under the desk. She slowly opened them until they were quite wide and he could get a view of her thin thong inside her pussy lips. The shaking of his hands was a dead give away. He’d seen her. That gave her a lot of satisfaction. He’d be more than shaking this afternoon with what she’d planned.

3.30 came round really quick and Denise was surprised at how excited she was. Before she went to the classroom, she went into the toilet. There she removed her bra and thong. So determined that she was going to see his stiff cock. Walking into his classroom he looked up from the papers he was marking and his mouth dropped open. Before him stood Denise with a lot of cleavage on display. Shutting his mouth he tells her to take her usual seat. She sits, crosses her legs and waits for him to say something. He gets up and comes around the desk towards her.

Whilst trying not to ogle her young breasts he gives her some work to do. She could swear he was already semi. Not good enough. She wants him rock hard. Back at his desk now she gives him 2 minutes and opens her thighs. Her naked pussy is on display. She lets her hand caress the inside of her leg so that her fingers rub against her wet cunt lips. Williams coughs and excuses himself saying he’s got to go get stuff from the store room. He quickly runs in and slams the door. But not before Denise had seen the huge bulge in his trousers. She gets up from her desk and heads to the door. A small moment of hesitation and she quickly opens it. Williams jumps, but there’s just no way he’s able to stuff that huge knob back in his pants in his condition. She switches the light on and walks in. This was the biggest cock she’d seen. Not like a boys one at all really. This was about 9inches long and was very veiny. The helmet was big and angry. Denise got on her knees and fully opened her shirt and replaced his hand with her own. With long slow strokes she pulled his foreskin up and down. Pre-cum was oozing out the end izmit escort of it and it was starting to make a slapping sound. She watched his balls tighten up and knew he was going to cum. Pointing his knob at her tits he spurted load upon load over them. Much more than she was used to. She gave his cock one last squeeze and left him standing there. Denise pushed the door fully open and was shocked to see Mr Jones the headmaster standing there. He’d obviously seen what she’d done because he had his own stiff knob in his hand. Jones had to of been 60years old. It amazed this young girl that someone that old could still get erections. So having no choice in the matter, she got a hold of his prick and pulled him back into the store room. Reopening her blouse so that he could see her jugs she gave him what Williams had. He too came in a short time. The cum just oozed from him though. But she still liked it.

Walking home she was smiling to herself. Pleased to of found this new power she had over men. And she intended to make good use of it. She laid in bed that night with the handle of her hairbrush gliding in and out of her wet pussy thinking about what she’d done that day. She knew they would treat her differently from now on. She only wished she had someone she could share this with. But there was no-one she trusted enough to tell something like this to. No. It would have to remain her secret. She meant to have many more of them as well. Tomorrow was Saturday. She couldn’t wait to see what adventures she could conjure up that day.

Strolling around the town with a list from her mother, Denise decided to try the new jeans and t-shirt she’d seen in Dorothy Perkins, before she got the shopping. Picking the clothes of the rack, she made her way to the changing room. Slipping off her shorts and top she happened to become aware that she was being watched. Through a gap in the curtain she saw a man trying to discreetly peek at her. He was trying really hard not to let his wife see. With new found confidence, she undid her bra, turned round and pulled her thong off. Bent slightly so that her cute round bum was staring him in the face. When she turned to face him, she bent again so that her large tits hung and licked her lips staring at his lunchbox. He sort of shivered and made some excuse to his wife and ran from the shop. That was a bit quick, but enjoyable though. She knew he was in some loo tossing himself off.!0 minutes later, she’d made her purchases and left the shop, making her way to get her mum’s shopping. When she walked around the corner, there stood the man from the changing room. Waiting to go into the loo. Denise kept walking towards him and smiled slightly as she passed him. Denise noticed that his hands were deep in his trouser pockets. Obviously trying to hide something. When she reached the next corner she quickly glanced back and he was following her. Any other girl her age would of been frightened. But she new what he wanted and was quite prepared to give it to him. She made her way to the multi-storey car park and pushed the button for the lift. Stepped inside and he joined her before the doors shut. Pushing the button for the top floor he quickly undone his zip and his prick stood up proud and hard. Without a word she grabbed it and wanked it before somebody stopped the lift. His hands were mauling her tits and he soon lost control and came all over the lift doors. She left him with his cock still dribbling, leaning against the lift wall and made her way to Tesco’s.

Her eyes roamed all around the shop. So many men to tease. Some on their own, some with their wife’s or girlfriends. All ages. Didn’t matter what their age, they were easy prey for her. Her pussy was absolutely sodden after that experience in the lift. So she made her way to the cafeteria where she knew the toilets were situated. Entering a cubicle, she dropped her jeans and brought herself to a tremendous orgasm. Satisfied for now, Denise completed her shopping and went home.

After lunch, Denise thought to go and sunbathe in a small clearing she knew of. Getting changed into a nice white vest and high cut shorts, putting a book and towel in a bag she set off. It was a really hot day and she looked forward to having a lazy afternoon. Spreading the towel on the ground she looked about and seeing nobody around slip her vest off. With a hand full of lotion she rubbed it all over her body. Settling back with her book, Denise started some serious reading. It wasn’t long before she thought she could hear voices. Looking about there was no-one to be seen. Eventually, probably due to the heat she dozed off. Only to be awakened by sounds close by. Peeking through her shades she was stunned to see 2 men stood either side of her. They were both looking down at her tits. But more to the point, they were both wanking as hard and as fast as they could. Denise decided to play possum. Her hand that lay on her tummy crept down to her shorts and slipped under the waist band to her bubbling pussy. The men were watching izmit anal yapan escort every move she made. One of them got down on his knees quickly followed by the other. Denise’s fingers slurped in and out of her wet pussy and that sent the men over the top. cum flew at her from both sides, covering her tits and belly. They squeezed every last drop out of their softening pricks and crawled back into the woods. Giving them enough time to get out of sight she sat up and took her glasses off. Made a big show of finding the spunk on her tits, shrugged, and rubbed it in. She knew they were watching and knew what they’d both be thinking of tonight in their beds.

Saturday night was girls night. So after bathing, she did her hair and make-up and put on her shortest mini dress because of the heat. When she’d finished she looked a lot older then her 18years. More like a woman than some woman she knew. She looked hot, and knew it.

She step out the front door and headed for the taxi that had just arrived. The driver looked to be around mid thirties and mentally undressed her as she walked to the taxi. Getting in the back, Denise told him her destination and the car pulled away. For some reason she noticed, the driver had re-adjusted his mirror. A girl her age was obviously not a driver, but even she knew there was no way that he could see out the back window with it like that. That could only mean that he was trying to look up her dress. Ok. she was cool with that and parted her legs. He was now driving with one hand and if she moved slightly she could see him squeezing a hard cock through his trousers. She placed both hands on her thighs and let them run up the inside of her legs. Her thong was in clear view and the driver was panting so loud she could hear it in the back. She reached under her dress and pulled her thong right up into her pussy and he literally came in his pants. Making a man do that was a totally new experience for her. But hoped she would have it many times again.

She met the girls outside the club. She wanted to tell them the stuff she’d been up to, but knew it was too risky. She could get quite a few people in trouble. Not including herself. She wasn’t sure if they would understand anyway. How do you explain to your friends, or anybody for that matter, how you love to tease cocks. Most people females she knew weren’t like that. No it was better to keep it secret. They paid their money and went down the stairs. Denise made sure she was last in line. The two bouncers she’d been flirting with were in their normal place. She’d been teasing these two for ages now. They were always trying to get her to meet them after they finished and go to a party. The guys were both black. Very big and built like outhouses. They made her 5′ 3″ seem really small. Their hands were huge and she often fantasised about them caressing her body. Maybe, if they played their cards right, she would meet them later. Denise said hello to the guys. They as normal, answered to her tits. They told her that if she wanted a drink later, they would be down the back, once the main doors closed. Telling them she’d see them later, Denise went after the girls. After an hour and a half and lots of dancing, the three other girls had partnered up and were obviously try to leave with them. Problem was, it wasn’t the done thing, leaving one of them on their own. After promising to catch a cab directly outside, she made them go and enjoy themselves. She would make plans of her own.

Walking to the back of the club, Devon and Alex were already there waiting for her. They wanted to know where her friends were. She explained that they’d already left and that she was finding her own way home. She also explained that she was supposed to be staying at one of the girls homes tonight but wouldn’t be now. Shame because her mother wasn’t expecting her back till the morning. Devon wanted to know where home was and when she told him, it transpired it wasn’t far from the flat they shared. She accepted the offer of a lift home and Alex said that she could call in for a drink on the way, which she also accepted. A look passed between them both and they bought her a drink.

At 2.30 they left the club and made their way to the car-park. The vehicle was a customised ford van. Alex opened the passenger door Denise got in the middle. Devon drove. She noticed that both men kept looking at her legs which were on full view. Every time Devon changed gear, his hand kept touching her. Alex’s right leg was pressed up tight against her left one. She made out as if nothing was happening. When they arrived, they both showed her into the front room, told her to help herself to a drink while they got their suits off. Pouring herself a coke she sat in the middle of the sofa and switched the TV on. When they returned she was more than pleased with what she saw. Both of them were kitted out as if they were going for a workout. Both of them were wearing vest tops which showed their muscular arms gebze escort and chests off to perfection, and leisure bottoms. If she wasn’t mistaken, they weren’t wearing underwear either. Fetching themselves a can they came and sat either side of her. They all chatted for a while and Denise excused herself and went to the loo. Once inside she removed her bra and thong. She had a quick feel of her wet pussy lips, then went back. Alex noticed at once that her bra was gone because her huge nipples were poking through. Devon was a little slower, mainly because he was a leg man.

Denise stayed standing, pretending to look over their CD collection. She bent down to see the ones at the bottom and her dress rode up over her bum cheeks. When she looked back both of them were squeezing their lunch boxes. Sitting back down she asked if they were both alright, as they looked uncomfortable. Devon and Alex both looked at each other and Alex pulled out the biggest blackest cock she’d ever seen. It was so large she wondered if she’d be able to wrap her fingers round it. Devon, seeing that Denise hadn’t minded, got his out as well. That was her second shock. His was bigger and fatter than Alex’s. She said that maybe they would be more comfortable if they took their bottoms right off. Both men stood and dropped their bottoms to the floor and sat back down. Devon said she should relax as well if she wasn’t in a hurry to get home. She stood and removed her dress as they watched and played with their erections. When her dress hit the floor they both stood up and made a grab for her. In seconds both men were pressed against her and she could feel Alex’s hard-on in her tummy and Devon’s pressed into her back. Two pairs of hands were fondling her all over and she had a cock in each hand. They pushed her back to the sofa and Alex’s mouth found her large nipples. Devon licked up her legs and when she opened them stuck his tongue in her pussy. Alex got to his knees and wiped his wet cock all over her face. Moving down Denise was able to get the tip of his prick in her mouth and greedily sucked on it.

Devon, his face wet from her juices, got his cock in position and nudged her lips. Denise was more than ready for his cock. He pushed until the helmet slipped in and then pushed harder. Denise was unable to make a sound with Alex’s fat cock in her mouth. She loved it though. Pre-cum was dripping out of her mouth and she squeezed his balls. They both got hold of a tit each and were both pumping their cocks in and out of her holes. Devon was ploughing her pussy harder now and his eyes were squeezed tight and she knew he was about to cum. Alex’s knob barely fitted into her mouth it was so swollen. Devon was first. She felt the first splash of jism deep inside her belly and he just kept pumping. Denise lost all senses then and started to come herself. Her come flooded out all over him. Alex, seeing his mate cum, shot his spunk down her throat. It came so fast she couldn’t swallow it all. It came out the sides of her mouth. As they came they kept fucking her. She’d only ever really shagged boys before. She was used to boys who were so overjoyed about fucking her, that they just banged her till they came. And that was your lot. These were men and they knew how to fuck. She knew that these two were going to do her good.

They all sat back on the sofa and relaxed. Both the guy’s were sat with their heads back and eyes closed. Denise took the opportunity to compare dicks. Alex’s was lying across his left thigh, pointing towards her, cum still dribbling out of it. The foreskin was pulled back and it still twitched now and again. Looking over at Devon’s, his was laid down over his balls, which like his cock, were massive. He had no foreskin and she decided she had no preference. With or without, she didn’t care. Denise took a cock in each hand and gently teased them back to life. She needn’t of worried, they were far from finished with her. Their cocks sprang back to life and Devon pulled her head towards his. She could only just get his fat helmet in. She could taste her own cum on it. Another new experience for the day. She felt Alex’s finger enter her pussy from behind and lifted her leg to make it easier for him. Removing his finger, he got to his knees and shoved his cock so hard into her from behind, Devon’s cock was forced further into her mouth making her gag. Every time she pulled her head back, Devon would push his cock back in further. Both the guy’s were getting frantic and she could tell that very soon they were going to give her another load of spunk. Suddenly, as if they planned it, both of them pulled their dicks out and spunk splashed all over her face, tits and belly. Denise sensuously rubbed it in whilst the guy’s watched. There was a copious amount and it took plenty of rubbing. Both the men were still very horny by the look of their dicks and Denise settled back for a long night of shagging.

In the morning she awoke very sore. She’d never in her life been used the way she had last night. Whichever way she’d turned, one of them was shoving a cock in her pussy or mouth. Her legs had been shaking and she’d felt well used. She crept into the bathroom to get washed and changed. She was fully aware that if they saw her before she got out of the house, they would try to fuck her again. One thing was certain. She absolutely loved big black cocks. More and bigger the better.

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Penny was missing her fuck friend, Gavin, who hadn’t been around to please her for over a week. She was not in an exclusive relationship with him, so she could have gone in search of someone else for release, but she’d been so busy with classes and her job that there was little time left for any serious boy-hunting. And Gavin wouldn’t be back for another couple days.

Even now, with the hands on her watch crawling past seven-o-clock on a surprisingly slow Saturday evening, Penny was at work in a lingerie shop in the mall. The customers had been coming through steadily throughout her shift, but not in the numbers she was used to. It probably had something to do with the near-blizzard conditions outside that had been coming and going since before the weekend.

Penny had just finished helping a customer when Sharon, the bitch assistant manager, snuck up behind her. Sharon was only 42, but she seemed much older. Not because she looked old, but because she tried so hard to succeed at the impossible task of looking 20. Collagen, a little plastic surgery, and a bad taste in clothes and make-up did help make her look attractive, but only attractive for someone who appeared to be in her late fifties, and anorexic. The one thing that was undoubtedly immature about Sharon was her attitude. She yielded power like a reckless teenager, and held grudges as badly as any junior high school girl.

Quite opposite of the bitch was Penny, who was no size two, or even a four, but carried the little extra weight she did have as good as anyone could. Her natural Ds looked prime to burst from the low-cut top she wore, and, this being a lingerie store, having the lacy trim of her crimson bra showing from beneath her top and framing her generous cleavage was by all means acceptable. There wasn’t a client who met Penny that didn’t steal a glance at her expertly displayed chest, man or woman. Her very plump, round ass would also get high marks, for it was consistently wrapped up in tight slacks or, as was the case today, a black mini-skirt. Penny was a little shorter than average, but nobody seemed to have trouble meeting her deep blue eyes. She had an adorable smile that was rarely missing, and her long, blonde hair was thick and lustrous.

It was probably this natural beauty that made Sharon hate Penny from day one, and Penny wasn’t the only person who suspected that.

“Penelope,” Sharon spat, using her full name like always, in some failed attempt to make Penny feel small. “There are two children in dressing room 7. Go take care of it.”

The command was generic and concise because Sharon, in order to say as little as possible to those she loathed, which was most employees, spoke in code. “Children” meant that two people, whether they were sixteen or sixty, had entered a dressing room. One of these “children” was a male, and one was a female (and in the case that two females went in, they were referred to as “little girls”). “Go take care of it,” meant that Sharon believed there was some hanky-panky going on, or that there soon would be, and someone was going to have to ask one or both customers to leave the store. And today, Penny was that someone.

Sharon was too full of herself to believe Penny would not do as instructed, so once the command was given, she went back to the sales floor. Penny headed to dressing room 7.

Dressing room number 7 was notorious for “children” and “go take care of it” orders because of its distance from the other dressing rooms. There were seven in all, and while the first six lined a hall with three on each side, seven was at the back of the hall, alone, and around a little corner. It was also larger than the other rooms, and because of the position of the overhead speakers, the music that played, even when at lower volumes, helped drown out sounds from room 7 more than from any of the other six.

Rumor was that it had once been a storage closet. Other rumors were that Sharon was pushing for it to return to a storage closet. Until that happened, there would likely always be couples going in room 7 together, utilizing it’s seclusion and size to help them fulfill a fantasy of doing something naughty in a public place while wearing lingerie they didn’t even own. Penny had considered buying some of the undergarments that were often left in room 7 and selling them over the Internet to horny teenagers and single loners desperate for a sniff of pussy.

Penny stood outside the curtain and listened, hearing whispers and nervous giggles. One of the whispers was definitely male.

“Do you need help with anything?” she asked politely.

Dead silence was her response, and then a young girl’s voice replied, “No. Uh, thank you.”

Yeah right, Penny thought. Did they really think she was that stupid?

“Okay,” she said, trying to hold back her smile so she sounded more professional and serious. “I just thought you should know we have a policy against couples being in the dressing rooms unsupervised. Can you open the curtain please?”

Penny antalya sınırsız escort thought she’d get an “Okay, just a minute,” as they hurried to compose themselves, but instead the curtain swung open right away, and a beautiful young woman was instantly in her face. The poor girl looked terrified.

“Okay, okay, please,” the girl whispered, grabbing Penny’s arm and pulling her closer, drawing her into the room. The girl’s eyes shifted nervously from Penny to down the hall at the entrance to the dressing room area. “We’re not doing anything. I mean, we haven’t done anything yet.”

Before she knew what was going on, Penny found herself fully in room 7 with the couple, and the girl was closing the curtain.

“Did you see my mom out there?” the girl asked, frightened nearly to tears. “She has a black sweater on and a bag from Macy’s.”

Penny didn’t know how to react. “Um…no. I don’t think so…”

“So she didn’t send you?”

“No, miss. The manager—”

“Oh, thank God,” the girl sighed, and she collapsed onto a chair in the corner of the five by six room.

There was a moment of silence, and Penny took the time to study the couple. She recognized them at once. Both had purchased things here before. The girl was actually a once a month regular, while the guy had just stopped in a few minutes ago for some perfume. Having rung up credit card purchases from both of them, she knew they were both 18, so at least they weren’t actually children. Still, Penny herself was 18, though these two looked much younger. Apparently life experience really does make a difference.

The guy hadn’t said anything yet, but looked guilty as hell standing in the corner, hands crossed over his crotch, obviously hiding an erection. He was fully dressed—even his heavy winter coat was still on, but that didn’t mean his zipper hadn’t come down yet. He was thin and tall, probably average height for a guy his age, and he avoided all eye contact. He was clean-cut and cute, but evidentially very shy. This was not a troublemaker, but a kid who found himself a little in over his head.

The girl had that same vibe. She didn’t look like a horny slut looking to score in the dressing room for the twentieth time. She seemed like she would be a very sweet person, and her conservative clothes, all of which were still on, helped punctuate that image. She was an inch or two taller than Penny, and very thin, but not sickly like the bitch Sharon. Not that such things were indications of bad people, but neither of them had any visible tattoos or piercings. Penny didn’t feel that they were here for some grand sexual adventure, and she was right.

“We really didn’t do anything,” the girl said, almost in tears again. “We were just going to…we’ve been dating for a really long time, but our parents have always been with us. I mean, we’ve only kissed with tongues like ten times. It’s awful. And then he went away to college, and this is the first time we’ve seen each other in over a month…”

Penny felt terrible for them. She knew what it was like to be a victim of such sexual repression. Her parent’s had been the same way. Fortunately, Penny had a big sister to help her learn to sneak around and have fun anyway, but apparently these two didn’t have that kind of assistance. And the resulting problem with suffocating your kids was evident here: all three of them were eighteen, but Penny was the only mature adult.

“And your parents are with you now?” Penny asked.

“Our moms are,” the girl said. “That’s what makes it all so hard. Our parents are best friends. If we’re together, then they come along. But we managed to get permission to walk around together, and so we came here to…well…”

Penny nodded. “I understand.”

“Penelope?” It was bitch Sharon’s voice, and she was right outside. “What’s going on in there?”

Penny had a very sinister thought, then gave a friendly smile to the couple. “Give me one second. Just bear with me.” She then threw open the curtain.

Sharon was startled, perhaps more so by the fact that everyone had their clothes on, and there was no indication of any wrong-doing.

“Everything is fine here, Sharon,” Penny grinned, putting the emphasis on ‘Sharon’. She knew Sharon demanded to be called by her last name and title. But if Penny were too nice, Sharon would think something was up. “These two clients are very interested in a few of our newer lines, and they asked me to help them find what they needed.”

Sharon pulled Penny aside and whispered in her ear, though she made sure her voice was still loud enough for the couple to hear.

“They look a little young, don’t they?”

“They’re both 18,” Penny confirmed. “And they have money to spend.” This time Penny put the emphasis on money, indicating to Sharon that these two “children” had loaded parents who gave generous allowances.

“Obviously their parents wouldn’t want to döşemealtı escort be using that money on lingerie,” Penny continued, “so they came back here so they won’t be seen. So we can do business without having to worry about being exposed on the sales floor.”

It was a genius move. Though a bitch, Sharon was not a prude. She didn’t care if these two had sex—she just didn’t want it in her store. So selling them lingerie was by all means acceptable. And the fact that Sharon was a greedy cunt who would sell air to homeless people if she could find an assistant to do the dirty work didn’t hurt, either. If helping these kids sneak lingerie past their parents meant money in the register, she was all for it.

And Penny knew this. And Sharon knew that Penny knew this. There was no need for further debate.

“Take your time,” Sharon said, then gave a fake smile to the couple and walked away.

Once the bitch was out of sight, Penny walked back into the room and closed the curtain

“All right,” she said, smiling. “I bought you maybe fifteen minutes. But whatever you do, you’re going to have to be quiet, and…well…I’ll have to be in here with you. I can turn around and face the corner so I don’t see anything, but I can’t plug my ears because I have to listen in case the manager comes back.”

Penny knew it wasn’t the best opportunity, but is was all she could manage. This couple obviously wanted to be alone for some real exploration, but they wouldn’t do it with a stranger in the room with them. Penny figured, since even kissing would be a big deal, that they would just make out for a couple minutes and maybe a little groping. She sensed their initial disappointment and hesitation, but she also saw how grateful they were for her help.

Since the initial plan didn’t actually include trying anything on, the girl had simply grabbed a pair of panties and a bra and brought them in, not even checking the size. But for the charade to work, they would need more garments—and more expensive garments—than those two pieces. She explained this, then grabbed the guys’ hand and led him out of the room. From this point on, the two could never be fully alone, or Sharon would notice.

Penny took the kid quickly through the store, picking up several garments along the way. She asked the guy, who told her his name was Kevin, what he liked and didn’t like, what colors his girlfriend liked, etc. etc. She also grabbed a catalogue, which, if Sharon believed they were looking through it, would buy them a little extra time. When Penny and Kevin returned to room 7, she gave the pile of lingerie to the girl, who introduced herself as Beth.

Though Penny could have gotten away with chaperoning Kevin and Beth as she changed in front of him, she decided to keep Kevin outside at first. She figured that he’d never seen Beth naked, and it would be sexier if the first time he saw her like that, she was wearing something special and taking it off for him. So she had him wait outside, but went in herself to help Beth with the first lingerie she’d probably ever worn.

With a little prodding, Penny helped Beth decide to go all out: a sexy but playful blue miracle bra for Beth’s already full, C-cup breasts, and a matching blue garter belt and stockings. The color went great with Beth’s blue eyes, which were almost the exact shade as Penny’s, and it provided a nice contrast with her long, dark brown hair. Anyone would look good in this getup, but Beth would be a knockout. Penny was not a lesbian, but she found herself very excited to this pretty young thing trying the outfit on.

Beth removed her coat, shoes, and socks, then pulled off her sweater, revealing those lush breasts already looking wonderful in a generic beige bra. She had a flat tummy and beautiful, ivory skin; things most girls would envy, even someone as comfortable with themselves as Penny was.

Next, Beth wriggled out of her jeans, and Penny was impressed by how good her hips and ass looked, even in a bland pair of panties. It was going to be simply incredible when she was wearing no panties at all, just the blue garter belt. This was not sexual lust Penny was experiencing, but merely feminine admiration. Beth was girl who could be as sexy as the models whose pictures were plastered all over the store, but she didn’t need the make-up, the airbrushing, or the expensive underwear to do it.

As she undressed, Penny gave her a few helpful tips on love-making, and among them was this gem: “If a guy gets you excited, he better be prepared to get you off.” Beth laughed nervously.

Standing there half naked, Beth hesitated when she reached behind to unclasp her bra, and Penny suddenly realized why. She turned around and faced the corner, allowing her client to fully disrobe. It would only take Beth a few seconds to put on the bra and stockings, and then Penny could help her with the garter belt.

Outside, Kevin paced impatiently, always checking konyaaltı escort over his shoulder to see if his mom was poking her head in. So far, so good. On the other side of the curtain, things had been quiet, and then…

“Kevin, you can come in,” came Beth’s voice. The curtain opened, Kevin stepped in, and the curtain closed again behind him.

His jaw about hit the floor. His innocent little Beth had never looked sexier. Her cleavage was deep and exaggerated by her bra, which only seemed to hold about half of her large breasts. Her excited nipples were apparent as they poked from under the fabric. Her stockings made her legs seem like they went on forever, and the garter belt added a particularly exciting sexuality to the moment. The blue drew his eyes to the garments, but the white of her skin drew it back to her. It was a sensual overload.

Kevin had seen Beth in a two-piece swimsuit once before, but this was different. First, his parent’s weren’t at the pool with them, and second, he knew he could, and would, touch her this time. His penis felt hot as it grew hard and massive. And this was before he even registered that she wasn’t wearing any panties. His eyes had been so busy taking everything in at once, that he unintentionally skipped over the little dark patch of hair between her legs. Once he identified it, though, Kevin just about lost his mind, and his load.

“Holy shit!” he whispered excitedly.

Penny was beside Beth, happily watching his reaction. She was amazed that this shy girl was being so cool about being half naked with a stranger in the room, but apparently that’s what happens when someone gets horny enough. Nothing else matters.

But something did matter, because neither Kevin nor Beth had yet to make the next move. They didn’t know what to do, and just stood there, smiling like dope heads at each other. Both of them were visibly shaking, and Beth must have been dizzy, because she grabbed the wall for support.

“You can kiss, now,” Penny whispered, hoping they hadn’t fallen into respective comas.

“You look so beautiful,” Kevin stammered. Beth blushed.

Then Kevin stepped to her, placed his trembling hands just above her hips, and held her gently against him. They kissed, lightly on the lips at first, but it quickly grew into a fierce wrestling of tongues until soon they were practically mauling each other. Like any inexperienced kissers, they were not quite in sync, and bumped noses often, but their tongues never stopped touching. Their animal lust was finally being released.

Penny found herself in a trance as she watched them, remembering what it was like to kiss like that for the first time. Her own nipples were hardening, and she felt moistness between her legs. It never occurred to her to look away to the corner, and her new friends were too busy to ask her—If they even remembered she was there.

Penny watched as the couple’s hands explored each other excitedly, finally settling on each other’s asses. Kevin squeezed Beth’s sexy cheeks, spreading them, and she ground her hips against him in response. As promised, they were being quiet, but they were also breathing heavily, bordering on hyperventilating, when Kevin finally broke the silence.

“Can I lick you down there?”

Beth couldn’t find the words to answer, so she just smiled and nodded. Penny was still too engrossed to look away. She couldn’t believe they were doing this with her right there. They paid her no attention, as if she didn’t even exist, and yet they were only a foot and a half away. Forget moist. Penny was dripping with excitement.

Beth sat down in the chair and gingerly spread her legs, granting access to her furry pussy. Kevin kneeled at the foot of the chair and put his hands on her thighs, curling his fingers under the edge of the stockings. Penny watched, unblinking, as he then leaned forward and gave Beth’s muff a tender kiss. Beth reacted instantly, her body jerking and stiffening. Penny did the same, and she discovered that her hand was inadvertently touching her own chest.

Next, Kevin slipped a hand in beside his face and, as his tongue grew bolder and began licking Beth’s wet lips, one of his fingers began gently probing between them. Beth began gasping for breath as she writhed in the chair, finding it impossible to keep from moving her legs, her arms, her hips. She gripped the arms of the chair so tightly the wood could have splintered, and her teeth threatened to do the same thing to each other as they mashed together.

Penny knew she shouldn’t be watching, but they hadn’t asked her to stop, and she had no intention of doing so until they did. Her own breathing was more than irregular, and she undid the top two buttons of her blouse to try and cool herself down. Her breasts, though still contained in the bra, were pushing further through her blouse and into view. Needless to say, undoing a couple buttons didn’t help, as it only made her hotter knowing that more of herself was revealed to the strangers, had they cared to look.

Back at the chair, Kevin was licking Beth even more eagerly, though he had seemed top have given up using his finger. His other hand, meanwhile, was cupping Beth’s right breasts and squeezing. Penny, aware of the time that had passed and the little that would be left before Sharon became suspicious, decide to help him along.

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Dara stared at the paper in her hands with disbelief. On the downloaded image from the internet was a slim blonde woman with breasts much too big for her body had both her hands wrapped around a monstrous penis. The penis was inches from her face, thick and veinous its head wet with precum. Dara had never seen a penis so huge. And worst of all, the woman’s mouth was open slightly. Her tongue seemed ready to run up and down the thick length of the shaft, her mouth ready to take it inside as her lips wrapped around the flesh.

Dara dropped the print out onto her desk in disgust. It landed beside the math book, pack of Marlboros, and small notepad she had removed from Billy Miles’ desk. She had noticed the group of senior boys gathered around him during study hall. She hadn’t said anything though. Being new to Middleburg High Dara didn’t want to make enemies of the students in her second week of teaching. Least of all did she want the captain of the football team hating her for embarrassing him for bringing pornography to school. It was worse enough she could embarrass him for many other things.

In the few days she was here, she caught Billy and a few of the other students leering at her. Dara would admit to anyone she lead a sheltered life growing up in private schools, and even during college she avoided doing much of anything that wasn’t related to classes or being a Phi Beta Kappa member. It was hard at times making friends with people who didn’t try bullying her into being more social, or to take more pride in her body. Dara thought she had a nice body, but it wasn’t anything to show off.

At 5’6 her shoulder length blonde hair framed a thin face with dark green eyes, a smallish nose, and lips a little too thick for her face. Thinking of her features, she almost laughed remembering her one boyfriend in college. Mark swore men, and women, less horny than he would pay for a glimpse of her body naked. Mark hadn’t seen that though, and Dara was sure his imagination had gotten the better of him. At best he had seen the swell of her 36D breasts under a tight sweater, or maybe the curves of her ass in form-fitting workout clothes she never dared wear to a gym.

Maybe she was sheltered, but she knew enough to recognize the lewdness hiding behind the deep blue eyes of the 6’2″ quarterback and his buddies. Dara admitted to herself if Billy were five years older and six or seven hundred percent less full of himself, she might have been attracted to him. As it was now, she had to figure out what to do. Everything in the pit of her stomach told her to bring the trashy picture and Billy Miles straight to the principal’s office. If the problem were off her hands, all the better. But she knew that wouldn’t solve anything. After a week’s suspension, Billy would be back to school and Dara would have made the worst enemy possible among the students. She needed to do something though. Everything she learned in her college courses suggested she needed to gain the respect of Billy and his friends.

Although part of her thought it wasn’t a good idea, Dara picked up the print out and pack of cigarettes off her desk and returned them to Billy’s desk just as she had found them. She intentionally left the notebook on her desk. She did wonder what sort of note-taker Billy was.

With half an hour left in the lunch period, Dara sat at her desk, screwed the cap off her bottle of Evian, and flipped open the notebook. She was surprised. From everything she suspected of Billy, it would have been natural for the notebook to be filled with scribblings, notes to his friends, and probably even lewd drawings. It wasn’t, at least the first ten or fifteen pages of it. Billy had tucked a copy of her algebra syllabus inside the small blue notebook’s cover pocket, and he had taken better notes for the first four days’ lessons than Dara ever had in high school. ‘Of course,’ a part of her whispered, ‘keeping his attention to the front of the room gave Billy the chance to stare at her.’

And then, the notes ended. Dara knew she had three full periods over the last week teaching the kids all about factoring and negative factors, but Billy hadn’t taken a single note. She flipped further into the notebook, and a folded piece of paper fell out onto her desk. Dara worried. Her Evian had been out of the faculty refrigerator for a few hours and the late August heat had made the bottle perspire. The paper from Billy’s notebook sat on her desk, its edge in the ring of water. Quickly she started to put it back in the notebook. Billy wouldn’t notice the water-logged edge. But she izmit escort bayan didn’t know where in the notebook it had fallen from, and curiosity was getting the better of her.

Unfolding the paper Dara wasn’t surprised – another internet porn picture. It was a picture of two women and a black man all naked beside a pool. A tall brunette with a tanned and supple body, heavy breasts and long legs stood fingering herself beside a lawn chair. On the lawn chair, the other woman, a blonde with shoulder-length hair and natural breasts laid with her back arched in pleasure and her lips encircling the second biggest penis Dara had ever seen. Dara looked away in a mixture of disgust and amusement. Maybe she had led a sheltered life. The two biggest penises she had ever seen, she saw in the same day.

Folding the picture, Dara slid it back into the notebook. She flipped through the rest of the pages, careful not to let drop any other loose paper that may be waiting to be discovered. Fortunately, there was only one. A handwritten note on blue note paper was stuck in the very back of the notebook. Dara unfolded it waiting for what sexual act Billy downloaded this time. But it wasn’t a picture, it was a note written between Billy and someone whose handwriting Dara didn’t recognize.

‘Yeah I’d do her. She has one hell of a body under those ugly ass clothes. Wish she’d realize that so I wouldn’t have to use my imagination in class so much. Just to see her once in a tight t-shirt or a low-cut top.’ Damn, Billy had written to start the note obviously carrying on a conversation or even another entire note.

‘Don’t get me wrong,’ wrote the other person in a heavy masculine scribble. ‘The bitch could be a hottie. But facts is facts. She ain’t never gonna be anything but a school teacher. One day soon those big hooters are gonna shrivel up and that pussy’s gonna go dry.’ Dara was shocked. That one of her students would talk about her this way, that any student would describe his teacher with so much vulgarity. Beneath the vulgarity, there was something in his words that really hurt. Dara lived an active life, as active as she was comfortable with. She had her own self-worth and to think 18 year old men measured her by how much of a slut she could be… Dara wondered how much those two women by the pool would have enjoyed each other without the muscular black man present. The thought distracted her, but she returned to reading the note.

Billy responded. ‘What kind of crack have you been smoking?’ That earned him a point or two on Dara’s respect scale. Still, he’d have a long way to go before she came close to forgiving his vulgar thoughts.

‘Only the best bro. I’ve had some fine pussy around this school and I’m tellin you I wouldn’t want it from her,’ wrote the other. I like my women to know who they are and what they can do. That bitch ain’t ever realized what a body she has. That tells me the bitch ain’t got no self-respect. She’s afraid of herself. So there ain’t no way I’m gonna respect someone who’s ashamed of herself.’

Some part of Dara hoped for another good response from Billy. She was disappointed. ‘Well, maybe you’re right. There is something about Ms. Farris that makes her seem so small and scared.’

‘Damn right I’m right. I know Cindy with her ten dollar blows up in the third floor bathroom has more self-respect. Hell, you remember that voting site I showed you?’

Billy wrote back, ‘Hottie-or-not.com?’

‘Yeah. I bet Cindy with all her acne could do better than Ms Farris,’ said the student who Dara so wanted to meet in a locked classroom with her taser and maybe her big uncle Joe.

Folding the note, Dara put it back in the notebook. She closed her eyes. There was just no way she could ever get through to Billy, and probably his vulgar friends. She was not about to wear revealing clothes to work. The thought disgusted and scared her. With student loans to pay, she needed the job at Middleburg. Dara thought there had to be a way to gain her male students’ respect without demeaning herself or fueling rumors she was a cock-sucking slut.

Four days later

Dara stared at her email screen disappointed. Since graduating college, the amount of email she received dropped to almost nothing. Only a note from her mom about her sister’s wedding plans, and an electronic digest from her Phi Betta Kappa chapter were in her box. Those messages had been in her box all week and at this point she still didn’t feel like reading them. She didn’t care much right now about her old honor kocaeli abal yapan escort society and who she knew was doing great things. And she knew all about Jenny’s wedding from Jenny herself. Her mother’s version of events would put her sister on a pedestal the rest of the family would have to bow down to.

Pursing her lips, Dara knew she was being too harsh. Her mother was just happy that where one of her daughters hardly dated at all, the other had found herself a lawyer. And she knew she should be happy for her old classmates too. But all week she felt depressed. More and more she noticed the cold stares of her students. At times she felt like she was talking to herself at the chalkboard during math class. And all around her, her sister, her mother, the landlord of her small apartment, and even her cat Minx seemed more confident of themselves and what they were doing with their lives than Dara. By week’s end Dara was almost emotionally exhausted. She hadn’t enjoyed her favorite Friday night television shows and her lemon tea sat cooling for an hour on her coffee table, untouched.

Where was her life going? If she couldn’t gain the respect of her students, she could be a real teacher. Without teaching, what had she spent the past four years of her life doing in college? So many of her friends from high school were making much more money than she was, and they had only gone to technical or trade schools.

Realization didn’t quit hit Dara. It more slinked out of her unconscious at the same moment the banner advertisement on her free email service changed. She had to respect herself and she had to be proud of her mind and her body. Even her 18 year old students could see she wasn’t proud of herself. And there was no way the woman pictured on the banner advertisement could be proud of herself, Dara thought. Could she?

The woman’s face was broad with sharp cheek bones and sunken grey-blue eyes. Her lips were impossibly thin and rested in a shadow cast down from her jaunted nose. She had what Dara thought was an overbite marring her smile and the large brown mole over her right eyebrow was anything but a beauty mark. Beside her face were the words Am I Cute or Not? Click here to vote!

Dara knew her vote before she realized she had clicked the advertisement. In a minute or two… her internet connection was terribly slow… most of a site loaded in a new window. Along the top of the screen, printed in dark blue letters on a while background was the site’s title. Growing tired of waiting for all the site’s images to load, Dara clicked the text link at the bottom of the page titled ‘How it works.’ After a few minutes of reading, she had to admit she was amused. Apparently the site was a voting booth where visitors not only submitted photos of themselves, but also voted on just how cute the other visitors were.

Dara thought for a moment. The rules were simple. No pornography, no images of people who weren’t really you, and no harassing the people who posted their pictures. But could she? Dara looked down at her body and closed her eyes. The rise of her breasts pushed against the fold of her terricloth bathrobe. With her left hand she pulled up the bottom edge of the robe higher and higher over her left thigh. Her legs were smooth and fairly long. As her hand rested beside the blonde public hair hiding the narrow slit of her vagina, her right hand drifted down across the full of her left breast. Her fingers moved in slow circles around her nipple. As her nipples rose hard against the terrycloth, Dara’s left hand rubbed against the moist lips of her vagina, two and then three figures working back and forth against her clit. In the darkness behind her eyes she imagined herself standing beside a pool, working herself up to a crushing climax, watching a blonde go down on a muscular black man. She could hear the other woman’s groans mixed with her own gasps of self-pleasure, the other woman’s body arching upward as she was wracked by one orgasm after another. The man pulling his nine inches of smooth black cock out of the other slut’s mouth, his eyes locking to hers, inviting her to come and taste.

Dara snapped her eyes open. The climax left stars ringing the edges of her vision. She looked at the thick moisture between her legs, her large breasts loosed from her robe, her nipples still erect. On the computer screen before her was the picture of a mousey brown-haired girl a few years younger than Dara. As her breathing stilled, Dara looked at the screen and clicked izmit evi olan escort a ‘4,’ trying to forget the images she used to bring her to her first orgasm in months. The next image on the screen was an equally mousey girl with glasses, a crooked smile, and small beedy eyes. The image looked like something out of a high school year book – definitely a three.

Still horny, and looking at pictures of women who she thought… no, knew she looked better than was doing something for her self confidence. Brazenly, Dara had an idea. In the drawer of her desk were pictures from the last time she and her sister Jenny went to Palm Beach. Somewhere she remembered Jenny snapping a picture of her in a swimsuit. She was right. The suit was an old yellow and black Bodyglove one-piece she had since her freshman year in college, and even then she remembered it to have been second-handed. The suit wasn’t especially sexy, but it did give her a bustline that looked on the verge of spilling into a 36DD.

She held the photo in her hand for a few moments debating just how smart a thing it was to put something possibly ‘racey’ on the internet. The chances of anyone she knew seeing it were pretty slim…

As Dara scanned the image into her computer, she had an even more brazen idea. Maybe it was the small rush of self-confidence looking at all the other women who had put really tame pictures on the net, or maybe it was the restlessness she felt between her legs… Dara didn’t think the swimsuit picture would be appropriate for the site. Everything was so tame, and everyone was so bland. Outranking them wouldn’t be very much fun, especially if she didn’t score as high as the crooked-smiling blonde girl.

She tried to remember the website Billy Miles mentioned in his note. Dara typed in the address. Unlike the pastels of the previous site, this new website had a black background with red headline fonts and white text. Dara was surprised by how bare it looked. The site title was scrawled across the top of the page at an angle: Hottie or Not. Beneath the title an image slowly loaded of a puckering blonde woman wearing a red midrift that barely covered her over-sized breasts. Her top read ‘Hottie.’

Well, Dara thought, if she could compete with women that looked like that, not even Billy Miles could make fun of her. She looked for the submission instructions. They were as brief as the site design. The instructions read, ‘to submit a picture for the ranking use the FTP option below Ginger on the main page. Please no porn stars, models, or pics swiped illegally. Authentic classy ladies only.’

It seemed simple enough. With a quick browse of her desktop, and a click of the upload button, the screen changed to a brief ‘thank you for your submission’ screen. Dara was ready to log off the internet when she noticed the little ‘e’ in the top of her browser was still turning. There was more of the site to load. After a few moments the thank you screen was replaced by a blank black screen. Dara guessed there were a lot of images to load. Maybe she would get a chance to see the competition.

Something cold ran through Dara’s body as she watched the first image load. It was nother blonde woman, her hair stringy and wet against her scalp. Droplets of water hung from her pouting lips. As more of the image loaded, she was topless. Her breasts were huge. Dara guessed at least 40EE. Watching the first image load, Dara sat fearful of what she had gotten herself into.

Soon the whole image loaded, and another. Both were of very large-chested women. Both women’s public hair was shaved, their faces made up with so much make up, they were both so slutty and erotic. They faced opposite each other, around the Hottie or not logo which now featured two brunette women eating out each other in a 69 position. Dara’s stomach grew light. She felt almost dizzy as the image text appeared.

‘Hey guys!’ She read, all her horny urges spilling away. ‘Welcome to the web’s greatest girlfriend post and vote site. Each week we take your submissions and vote on which of you have a girlfriend who is TRULY a hottie. If your girl wins, we’ll photo manipulate her image and put her in steamy sex pics with today’s hottest porn stars. See your girl fucked by another man, fucked by a group of men, going girl-girl, doing one guy and a girl, or even in the middle of a hot orgy.’

Dara covered her face and was ready to cry as this week’s winner, Laurie from Sacramento, California appeared on screen. Her simple snapshot of her beside her boyfriend was turned into Laurie naked, her lips fuller, her hips wider, and her breasts at least two cup sizes larger than real life, riding atop the cock of a well-muscled Latino. Laurie’s next picture had a smile on her face as she held in each hand the erect cocks of two black men while an Asian woman knelt between her outspread legs.

Dara collapsed onto her keyboard, sobbing.

To Be Continued…

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Carrie is a beautiful girl. She is 35 years old with DD size tits about 140 pounds and stands about 5’5. She has a couple of tattoos and works as a nurse. The best trait of Carrie is she has great tits and she has no qualms showing her tits.

I met Carrie working in the hospital many years ago and became friendly with her. I have heard from her and others about some of the things she has done. She knows she has desirable tits and is a bit of an exhibitionist. Some of the stories I have heard are verifiable from her getting drunk in New Orleans and showing tits to cab driver and in the streets, to her showing tits at the beach and giving a blow job to a stranger.

I am going to tell the story I know is true. I saw the beginning of it and heard from Carrie and others involved how it ended.

Carrie loves laying out in the sun and living in Southwest Florida does allow her ample opportunity to do so. She often frequents either Fort Myers or Siesta Key and will wear a bikini that accentuates her tits. This day she wore a yellow bikini that complimented her tanned skin and blond hair very well and she went to Siesta Key.

It was around spring break and many college age guys were there and a few people from the hospital. There were about 8 of us from the hospital and we decided to get to the beach early and have a few drinks and plan from there.

We had gotten to the beach around 10:30 and found a nice little spot by the volleyball nets.

We brought a cooler and started to relax and have a few beers and played some volleyball. After a couple of games of volleyball and the beer, a few of them had to leave since they had plans that evening. At this point 5 college guys had come over and aksu escort asked if they could join in for volleyball.

The 5 guys were around 21 years old. Each was around 6 foot tall and average build. One of the guys had a snake tattoo on his arm and another had a goatee, but no others really had any distinguishing attributes. They were very nice even brought and bought some beer.

We started playing a few more games of volleyball and Carrie kept drinking and playing. As I said she has no problems showing her tits and the constant jumping and diving for the ball allowed for a few opportunities for her tits to pop out. The college guys started hitting the ball to Carrie more frequently and about every 3rd or 4th time a tit would pop out. This went on for a few more games when the rest of the hospital group (myself included) had to leave. Carrie said her goodbyes to us and said she wanted to cool off in the water.

The next is confirmed by Carrie and the other nurse that remained.

The 5 college guys followed Carrie into the water and they frolicked around for a while. A few of the guys would rub up on Carrie rubbing her ass and seeing how she would react and some even more daring and brushing up onto her breasts. Carrie had no problem with the attention she was getting, she actually enjoyed it.

The playing in the water like this lasted about 10 minutes when the college guys wanted to play some football in the water. Carrie said she would play and one of the guys would be a steady QB. As they played it was apparent it was a thinly veiled attempt to grab Carrie’s tits. The first pass she caught the guy covering her tackled her and grabbed her tits antalya escort taking her underwater. When she came up her top was pulled aside and both tits were easily seen by all. The next play another guy covered her with the same result. They played for about 15 minutes when Carrie said she was done and went back to towel off and get some sun.

She told the nurse left that she had felt their cocks and 2 of them were huge the others average size. She also said it was turning her on getting felt up and being in sun drinking. The other nurse egged Carrie on some telling her she do something with their cocks and since it was spring break she would never see them again.

The college guys came back by the volleyball net and were talking to Carrie and the other nurse when Carrie said she had to go to bathroom. The other nurse told the college guys they should follow Carrie since she has had a few drinks.

This part Carrie confirmed.

They followed her to the bathroom which was in a semi secluded area. She had gone into the bathroom and upon exiting the stall 2 of the college guys were in the bathroom with her. They complimented her on her body, and said they enjoyed playing football with her as well as her display on the volleyball games. She knew they meant her tits popping out and she chuckled and said you just liked feeling my tits and seeing them. They laughed and agreed and asked if they could see some more.

One of the 2 guys in the bathroom had one of the big cocks Carrie had felt playing football so she had no problem showing them her tits. They asked if they could touch and she said “Its not like you haven’t already”. They both started antalya otele gelen escort tweaking her nipples and rubbing her tits and she was enjoying it. She then grabbed both of their cocks and was rubbing over their shorts. Both had instant erections and the smaller dicked guy dropped his shorts and Carrie started to rub his cock and then Carrie started to suck him. This went on for a few minutes and he said he was about to cum. Carrie kept sucking and at last minute pulled his cock out and aimed it at her tits.

The other guy had pulled his shorts down and was stroking his cock when the first blew his load. Carrie then crawled over and started sucking his cock. It was about 8 inches uncut and she went to town on him. The first guy walked out and 2 other college guys (smaller dicked) came in. They watched as she was giving a blow job to the second guy. They both were jerking their cocks. It took about 10 minutes for the second guy to cum and she again pulled him out and aimed at tits. The other two guys were both close and she barely started to suck each of them when they came on her tits.

The last college guy came in and he had a huge cock. Carrie said it was 10 inches cut and had huge balls. She knew she could not suck his dick well so after a few minutes she asked if he would fuck her. He quickly bent her over and started fucking her from behind. He had some stamina and was pounding her from different positions.. He said he was ready to cum and Carrie asked for him to cum in her pussy (she has an IUD). He filled her pussy with cum causing her to orgasm. She thanked him for his load and her orgasm.

Carrie put her top back on (she did not wipe cum off tits). Walked back to the other nurse with the college guys and told them she had to leave now. Carrie and the nurse left, but not before the nurse took a picture of Carries tits (I have seen). The nurse also told me on way back home Carrie went into circle K to get cigarettes cum dried on her tits and when she walked out she showed her tits to an old guy sitting outside.

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