Aylar: Ocak 2023

( Rough Draft

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Top of the day to you.

Me name, is Shamus, Shamus Flint.

Me own dear sweet Mum used to call me Shameless. Eye, there was little I could say or do that I felt any shame over. A lot of people have called me worse, from ass hole to crud fucking ass hole. Their name callen never did bother me, I figure that they was just repeatin things they heard other people say.

Mum also used to say my sir name fit as well, Flint, because I was always the cause of sparks flying.

I am an investigative reporter for “The Rodeo Rattler” , No, I am actually the Top, scratch that, I’m the Chief Executive Investigative Reporter

(Ah Crap. I can’t keep this up. It’s to difficult. My publisher thought if I wrote in a Irish brogue, my profanity would be better accepted. All I can say is fuck that.)

HERE ARE THE FACTS!

1. I am, Shamus Flint.

2. My Mother did call me shameless at times.

3. I really am Irish, 4th generation. I was brought up in South Boston and everyone knows if your Irish, you either live in Ireland or Southie.

4. I am the only investigative reporter on payroll at the Rattler.

5. I chose to work in the San Francisco Bay area because of all the “Fags” I figured the pussy here would be on the search for any stiff prick.

6. Most likely, I am a crude ass hole.

7. I like being an ass hole.

8. My boss hates me, cause he’s a “Fag”

9. I have a girl friend, Carmine. She comes from the muddy side of the gene pool but, she loves to fuck. She is most definitely my kind of girl.

And

10. I have the story of the century.

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Full documentation, of FP-469 and the experimental program that “Wanker Labs” is calling “The Great Equalizer” has come to me through a securities rout.

Basically, when my girlfriend got fired from her cleaning job at “Wanker”, she got pissed and stole a bunch of removable hard drives that she knew I could use.

Before I cleaned them up I figured I’d see what was on them.

There were over a dozen file folders on the first drive but my attention was drawn to the one marked VID-Phase-3. I opened it and there were 4 video files.

I clicked on the last entry, because I like to see how things end before I see how they begin. I always do that, no matter if I’m watching a DVD or reading a book.

The media player came up, loaded and I pressed play.

My laptop screen filled with a woman fucking another woman. No Shit.

They were both naked.

The woman with black hair, had a small silver navel ring and tits that were rolling back and forth from the pounding she was taking. She lay on what must be a doctors table, cause it had metal stirrups that her feet were in. Her eyes were closed and her ass was squirming all over the table.

The sound quality was terrible, there was an echo and it sounded as bad as the cheapest porn movie I ever bought.

Anyway, the broad who was getting fucked was squirming and crying, “I can’t cum any more, oh God, I can’t.” She stopped, but only for a moment before she began, in a mournful shallow cry, “oh fuck, ooh fuck, oooh fuck,” followed by a wild contorted look, not just on her face, but her entire body. Every muscle in her seemed to bulge and stretch, contorting her skin and her cry was more of a forced exhale and scream mixed together in a sound, I couldn’t put letters together to form.

The cry didn’t stop until she collapsed on the table, all her muscles now limp.

The collapse of her partner (the fuckee) didn’t stop Ms. Big Tits. (the fuckor)

She was probably in her late twenties, a good 5 foot 6 or 7 with short dark brown hair, probably 140 pounds, soaking wet, with a real bouncy pair of 34 Ds’ and did I mention she had a prick.

She kept fucking the now almost corps like body, with a savage brutal force and started yelling, at what was probably the top of her lungs, “FUCK ME,” over and over as she drove her cock into Ms. Comatose.

Not unlike the other woman, her muscles were contorting her body. She was up on her toes, pumping away, when she froze as she said, “Ieee Cummmmmmmm”, and as the word stretched on the pitch of the M got higher, until she was forced to take in a raspy breath.

As Ms. Big Tits did, she stumbled back pulling her still spurting cock out of Ms. Comatose, whose pussy was now oozing cum like a dam had been breached.

Ms. Big Tits collapsed on a cheep cushioned arm chair behind her and closed her eyes.

Her still erect cock was throbbing as cum dribbled down her heavily veined prick.

The video ended.

“Holy Fuck”, I said out loud.

I don’t know if I was more shock because I saw a woman with a prick bigger than mine, or if it was the animal brutality that I saw in these women.

I gathered my wits about me.

Ok, I told my self, this was probably a clip about a trans-sexual that they put some big tits on and were testing, — I don’t know, — maybe hormones, to see how they worked.

I Ankara bayan escort was definitely confused, the bone structure of the woman with the prick most certainly looked like that of a female.

The one getting fucked, most certainly was a woman, wasn’t she? Shit, I’m getting more confused by the second.

Ok, maybe I shouldn’t have seen the last clip first.

So I opened the folder again and picked the first clip.

The media player came up, I pressed play and for about 8 seconds there was a black haired pussy. Then the clip was over.

So, I moved on to clip

.

In this one, there was no sound. The very same woman with the dick bigger than mine and tits, way bigger than Carmines’, was jerking herself off. She started by playing with her balls. Honest to God, she had balls and was squeezing them. (Ooooh, that sent shivers up my spine.)

She went from a limp dick to a boner that looked like it had a steel rod in it.

She must have half emptied a tube of KY into the palm of her hand and then spread it over the head of her prick, while pulling the foreskin back and used the rest of it on her shaft.

Hard, this woman’s prick was probably more than 8 inches long, quite possibly 9. Judging by her hands, I guess the circumference of her shaft was at least 2 and a half inches and you could see the veins bulge out on it. The head, looked like a mushroom shaped spear point, with the bottom edge actually bigger around than the shaft.

She started sliding her hand over the head and soon began to slide it up and down the entire shaft very slowly. When her hand got to the base of her dick, I noticed her pubic bone stuck up higher than any mans would have.

I was beginning to believe, that this was a woman who had been surgically altered. I was also wondering if they left her cunt in place, just behind her balls. (how perverted is that.)

My dick was hard and I was getting hotter and more horny as I watched the clip, so I called out. “Carmine, come in here and scoot under my desk and give me a blow job.”

Not two minutes later, Carmine had my dick in her mouth and was doing one of the things she did best, as I watched the woman on screen, start jerking off with both hands.

You know, that’s hard to do, a two handed jerk off.

I know, I’ve tried.

It takes lots of coordination. This girl was good.

After a couple of minutes, she went back to the one hand method, probably opting for more speed.

Now she was jerking off for real, her small hand was flying up and down her prick and I could see she was thrusting her abdomen forward, just like I was doing, as I felt Carmine take me all the way into her throat.

As I began shooting spurts of cum, so did the woman on the monitor. Only she was shooting them out in bigger gushes and they were landing a good 3 feet away.

Carmine was sucking the last few drips out of my fully softened dick, while the woman’s dick would throb and then go down a little and throb again and go down a little more. It took over 2 minutes more for her dick to soften to its original size.

Hell, I thought, I want a dick like that.

After Carmine was done, finger fucking herself and scooted out from under my desk, I asked her if she knew about any experimental surgery at the Labs, where she cleaned. Her reply was exactly what I should have expected. “I don’t know what the fuck they do there, it’s all kinds of weird shit. I just empty the trash and wipe the phones with a spray and vacuum.”

Alright, that was a productive fact finding mission.

So, I guess it’s on to clip 3.

The same big tittied woman. Only this time she was kneeling on a bed, with a man in front of her. His ass was stuck up in the air and you could tell, she was going to fuck this guy.

(Like that’s hard to find here in San Francisco, a guy who wants to take it up the ass. They must have been lined up for this job.)

I wasn’t to keen on watching a woman fuck a guy, but I figured, perhaps I’d see or learn something about how she came by a dick that I was beginning to wish I had.

Any way, she sticks her dick in the guys ass. Even with lubricant it was a while getting it all the way in. You could tell he was stretched out pretty good as she began to fuck him, sliding in and out, only a little and very slowly.

He now had a hard on and she had reached around to play with it.

I was getting bored, when she suddenly, in a startled voice shouted, “I can feel it”, and she stopped playing with him and straightened her back and began to really fuck.

She was pulling her dick out further and shoving it all the way back in, hard, you could hear the slapping, as her tempo increased and her tits were bouncing as she was shouting, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming”, but she never stopped ramming her prick into the guy. Who, by the way, was jacking off as fast as he could, while trying to support himself with one hand as he was being rammed in the ass.

My point here is, when I’m cumming in Carmine, Escort bayan Ankara I can’t just keep ramming away, I want to shove my dick deep into her and hold it there while I pump as much cum into her as I can.

This broad, never stopped fucking.

The guy finally was shooting his load, as she kept up a fast pounding.

She was yelling again. “Come on, squeeze my new prick harder, yes, I’m going to cum in your ass again.”

Then, with both of them yelling together, it was hard to tell who said what, but when he finished and his dick started to shrivel, she kept on going.

This woman was a fucking dynamo.

She was pulling her prick all the way out of him now, and shoving it back in. The cum she shot in him was leaking out. You could see his ass hole wasn’t even trying to closing as her dick came all the way out. It looked like a gaping hole and she was still going strong.

You could hear him, in a crying voice, “No more, I cant take any more, God no more.”

This woman was fucking hart less, she didn’t stop. She just yelled at him, “More, I need more, I need to cum, I’m so close, I need to fucking cum”, she kept saying as she fucked his ass raw.

Finally, he could take no more and I believe with the last of his strength, he lunged forward, dislodging her prick as he collapsed on the bed.

“Noooo, NO, No, No”, was all she could yell, as she, in wild frenzy started to jack off.

Her whole body was trembling. I was looking at a woman gone mad or possessed.

Then, in a horse demanding voice she said, “I’m Going To Cum”. And with that she stopped jacking off, reached down with both hands, spread the guys ass cheeks and slammed her body into him, impaling him with her cock. As he screamed and tried to toss her off, she screamed and clung on to him.

The clip ended.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, this was some brutal, weird and wild shit.

Is it possible, their testing a new drug.

No one could act like this woman, unless there are on something.

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I figured, perhaps now would be a good time to read some of the text files to see if there was any explanation for a woman having a prick and for her brutal behavior.

There was a lot, and I mean a lot of technical crap, most of which I couldn’t understand. (Yea, that’s sounds a lot better than saying, I hadn’t a fucking clue as to what they were talking about.)

I was up until 1 AM going over the files and hadn’t looked at half of them.

I finally went to bed and had restless dreams of that big busted broad, fucking the other woman. I woke at 4AM with a cum oozing hard on, so I reached into my night stand, got the Vaseline and spread a glob of it on the head of my dick.

Carmine was sleeping on her side, with her back turned to me. I slid myself down, so that I could put my dick in the crack of her ass and it would line up with her ass hole. ( I love doing this, and most of the time, she never wakes up.)

As soon as the head touched it, Carmine started to push back. Little by little she would push and ever so slowly my dick would slide in, without me moving a muscle.

Carmine was asleep while she was doing this. As she had been numerous other times that I placed my greased dick up against her ass hole. It must be a normal body reaction for her, to push back like that.

I loved to make myself lay perfectly still as she would push her ass back into me until she was pushing against my crotch. Once I was buried in her, I would make only the smallest moves, until I’d finally cum in her ass, usually after a half hour or more of exquisite torture.

Tonight however was different. I was so turned on by my dreams that no sooner had she gotten the head of my prick in, I started a very strong climax. My dick was throbbing and I couldn’t suppress a loud groan. That was enough to wake Carmine up.

It only took seconds for her to figure out what was going on and in less than 3 more, she shoved her ass back sliding my entire prick in, as she rolled us both over. Me on my back as she raised her ass just enough so she could slide her legs back on each side of me and assume a kneeling position.

I saw her look back over shoulder at me and smile while she said, “Now it’s my turn. “I’m not going to let that prick of yours get soft yet, at least not until I get to cum.”

She was squeezing my prick as she raised her ass and then slid back hard against me. I felt her put several fingers in her cunt, working them in and out. I could feel her start throbbing as she quickened her thrusts.

I was so horny from those video clips it didn’t take much to keep me hard as I felt her fingers pushing against my dick through that thin separating wall.

When I felt her spasm and heard a short groan, I new she had cum and for her, that was it.

She did kept her fingers in her cunt, but raised her ass to where the head of my prick just slipped out and then she pushed down until just the head went back in. It only took 4 of 5 strokes like that Bayan escort Ankara and I started to cum. One second I was spurting in her ass the next I was spurting on her ass hole.

Oh Yea, it’s no wonder I’m in love with Carmine.

Seeing as how Carmine is in this article, I should probably give you a little information about her and a brief description of her important features.

Despite Carmines’ ability to talk non stop about nothing and everything, when it comes to an orgasm, she keeps those feelings to her self. Also she is not one of those multi-orgasmic women you hear about. However, give her ten minutes and she is ready for another quiet release.

Carmine is a redhead, with black roots most of the time.

She has a girlfriend who is a beautician, so I never know what her hair style will be from one day to the next, but I do know that when she comes out of the shower and dries it, no matter the length, it is so soft and always smells like coconut. That’s when I like to just sit on the sofa with her and inhaling the clean fragrance as I run my fingers through her hair.

Her eyes are dark brown unless she is mad at me and then they’re just tiny slits.

She has high cheek bones, that make her look like she is always happy, unless I piss her off that is.

She has a fairly wide mouth with full lips, that she can make vibrate when she gives me a blow job.

Her ears are far form small, but I love them, when I suck on her lobes she gets really turned on.

There are times when Carmine stands 5 foot 9 until she takes off her 4 inch heals, that should be registered as a lethal weapon. Most of Carmines’ height comes from her legs, they are fairly long, but with the exception of a star shaped scar on the inside of her calf, I’d have to rate her legs as average in looks and sex appeal.

Carmines’ tits are one of my favorite spots. Her tits are so sensitive, that if I suck on them for more than a couple of minutes, her pussy gets so wet it drips. Her size isn’t that big, she fills out a 34C.

As for her pussy, she keeps it clean and smooth, just the way I like it.

If it means anything to anyone, she is Brazilian and gets pissed when people try and speak Spanish to her. She usually looks at them oddly and begins to rattle off in Portuguese.

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The next morning found me camped in front of my lap top. I had called into work and told them I may be on to an important news story and I’d be out for at least one more day doing my research.

I completed browsing the folders and files on my first removable drive and all I came away with was words like Faux phallus, Tephylon polyvinyl impregnated lamb intestine, osculating stimulators, modular variation stimulators, clitoral vacuum tube, micro hydro pumps, electro impulse transfer contacts. It sounded like a fucking shopping list for Radio Shack.

It was beginning to look like “Wanker Labs” was doing human experimentation, in the area of , ( note to self, try and find some nice journalistic way to say, “their sticking dicks on women.”)

I don’t really get it. Why would a company, piss money away on the idea that women would want to grow a prick.

I have never heard Carmine complain or any other woman for that matter.

Never, have I heard, ” I’m just plain tired of this old cunt of mine. “I just wish I could afford to run out and buy me a nice new cock and maybe a pocket book to match.”

Lets get real here. With a pussy, you can get a many cocks as you want.

Time to move on to the next memory stick.

This one was loaded with video recorded interviews of women.

It was confusing, because every one of the files was listed in some type of code and there was no order to the interviews.

Here’s an example.

-mf26/542teacher and in a different folder I found an interview with the same woman under code
-mf26/542-p2teacher.

Any way, after hours of watching interviews, this is what it amounted to.

They were interviewing candidates to see which would be the best subjects. They asked them questions like, “Have you ever had a dream where you had a penis? Do you enjoy hand masturbating a male partner? Would you be open to taking additional tests on female sexuality of a more physical and personal nature? Do you like the look of a penis?” and the list went on.

Then there were some interviews with women who, evidently, just got their very own 17 jewel, Swiss movement, DICK.

One woman, obviously, a business executive, Was saying, “I let those limp dick assholes on the board know exactly how I felt. I was tempted to pull my dress up and lay my dick on the table and yell, now it’s my turn to fuck all of you.” To say this broad got excited during her interview, wouldn’t be half of it.

The common thread among all the woman that just got their pricks, was a feeling of superiority, not just over men but everyone.

“Oh, I just love the feel of it.” – “It empowers me” – “I feel like I am stronger; like a superman”

Not once, did I hear, “Well, I got a boner and when it went down, some of my pubic hair got caught in the fore skin and when I got my next woody, it hurt like hell because the hair was stuck in it.”

Nor, did I hear, “Shit, were my balls ever itchy today.”

John took a deep breath as he stood at the base of the stairs, his hand on the doorknob and his eyes closed. He steadied himself and opened the door.

Ten men were standing on his doorstep, just as they had a year before. “Come on in, guys” he said, forcing a smile. They filed in and followed him up the stairs to the living room.

He was nervous, of course. Who wouldn’t be? Last time had gone extremely well, but that didn’t calm the unease in his stomach or steady his hands. As much as he felt excitement and anticipation, he also felt fear. He was about to watch these men use his wife for their own pleasure, after all, how could he not? As they climbed, he heard one man say to another “I’ve been looking forward to this one since last year. She’s my favorite.” He couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Tell me about it,” the man had replied. “My wife really enjoyed hearing about this one. Shame they’ll never meet, she could learn something!”

A third man joined in. “I had to tone it down when I told my wife,” he said. “I can’t have her knowing there are women here so much hotter than her. She’ll make me quit.”

As they reached the top of the stairs, he took another deep breath and tried to calm himself. He walked to the center of the living room, quietly passing Leigh, who was standing at the center of the half-circle ring of chairs. As she had a year before, she was wearing a dress, this time a black one with a low neckline, along with a blindfold and a pair of earplugs. Her beautiful brown hair was down, gracefully draped over her shoulders. She licked her lips in anticipation as the men took their seats.

“Good evening, everyone,” John began. “I’m sure everyone already knows the rules, but just to be sure, I’ll go over them once before we begin.” He took yet another deep breath and slowly exhaled. He’d heard this speech over a dozen times and given it once himself, but he still took his time to make sure he got it right. Screw-ups your first time hosting were easily excused, but by your second turn, you should have things down pat.

“As you know, from the moment you entered our home until the moment you leave, you are to remain completely anonymous. My wife here may not at any point know your name or anything about you. You may talk quietly amongst yourselves or to me, but since the earplugs are not perfect, you must keep your voices down and under no circumstances speak to…” he paused. “The hostess.”

It felt so strange referring to his wife as if she were an inanimate object, some kind of toy only there to amuse and please the group. But in a way, that’s exactly what she would be for the next hour. She was flesh and skin, breasts, pussy and ass, she was there to be ogled and touched, poked, prodded, and enjoyed. That she enjoyed it almost as much as these men did was of course important to him, but for the purposes of the group, her pleasure was not the main item on the agenda. At least not for most of the night.

He continued. “She will begin fully clothed, as she is now. Each man will have a few moments to approach her and do with her whatever he desires, provided that he uses nothing but his hands and that he stays within the bounds of reason. I will be the judge of whether a guest goes too far, but the parameters are broad and the intent is for you to have wide latitude to get the most out of your time with her.”

He looked out at the faces of the men. Not a single one of them were looking at him. All of them were fixated on his wife, standing almost perfectly still, her hands at her sides, her light brown skin almost glowing. Her chest moved slowly, her breaths deep and conscious, her breasts heaving with each one. He thought he might have heard a foot tapping in anticipation, and more than one man seemed to be wringing his hands.

“After each man has had a turn with her, I will undress her completely. Then, each man will again have a few moments to approach her and, again, using only his hands, fully enjoy her body. You may feel free to move her as you see fit.”

He paused again, though even later he was not sure whether this was for dramatic effect or to steady himself. “Again, throughout this process, she may speak to you. And she will.” The group laughed, some clearly nervously, others genuinely. The anticipation was getting to be too much for some of them, it seemed. “But you may not speak to her.

“After each man has had a full opportunity to enjoy her body, she will be given a chance to enjoy it herself while you all watch. She will sit in a chair and bring herself to orgasm, either manually or with the use of a vibrator.

“Are there any questions?” he asked. It was the first time some of the men looked at him since they’d sat down.

“Nope, no questions,” one man volunteered for the group. The others laughed. “Well, are there? Or can we get to it? I know I’m not the only one who’s been waiting for this.” He slouched in his chair with some embarrassment.

John smiled. “Well, I didn’t expect to see any questions, so, let’s get started.” He paused again. “Since this is no one’s first Ankara escort time, there is no set order for tonight, so I will take volunteers to go first.”

Ten hands shot into the air, all eagerly. He’d not seen that at any of the previous events, and it caught him off-guard. He expected to see several, but not a clean sweep. He hesitated, unsure of who to choose. He looked over the assembled group and, as he often did, thought of them not by who they were so much as what the “hostess” was like at their house.

There was David, the man with the 30-something blonde trophy wife with soft creamy skin, D-cup natural tits, and a pussy that had been literally dripping when he took his turn with her naked body. There was Brian, the man whose middle-aged wife had actually cum twice before her masturbation round even began thanks to the vigorous fingering she’d requested from every man during her naked round. And of course Jerry, the man whose wife, an almost stereotypically sassy black woman with large breasts and a sizeable ass, who had taunted one man who dared spank her too softly.

“Tom, you can go first,” he said, instead electing to go with the man whose event had been his first, whose tall, thin redheaded wife had now on two occasions reacted so powerfully to his touch. She’d moaned and talked dirty to him in a near-whisper when she mostly trembled and stayed silent for the other men. Both times she and Tom had hosted, she’d worn the same purple dress and black lingerie, the stark contrast of the dark fabric against her pale skin and red hair alluring, her small patch of naturally red pubic hair fulfilling a longstanding curiosity for John, one he enjoyed greatly.

Tom burst to his feet, making no effort to hide his enthusiasm. He strode confidently up to Leigh, whispering something excitedly under his breath which John could not make out. He had a smile on his face and there was passion in his eyes. John saw Leigh’s body tense as he grew near, probably feeling his footsteps through the floor, and heard her breathe in sharply. He held his breath in anticipation, too.

He touched her left hip first, running one hand over her stomach while putting the other one on her lower back. He moved them in opposite directions, bringing one to rest on her ass while the other cupped her right breast. Her body relaxed and she let loose a soft moan as he massaged her from both ends. He switched breasts and ran his hand back and forth over her ass, massaging both for the remainder of his turn.

As Tom walked back, John selected Nathan, whose wife fit the classic model of the curly-haired, starved-past-the-point-of-hotness Jewish woman, who enjoyed having her nipples twisted and her pussy slapped. She’d been dressed conservatively when John arrived, and he was surprised to see how into it she was. The other men, used to her preferences, had really given to to her, and she had responded with gusto. For his part, John had contributed some vigorous fingering and a few good pulls on her nipples.

Nathan had been a little rough with Leigh during their last event, perhaps because of his own wife’s desires, and John was going to keep an even closer eye on him. He walked over to Leigh slowly, but with purpose. He passed all the way around her before stopping directly in front of her and placing his hands directly on her breasts. He made circles around her nipples with his fingers, eliciting a deep moan. She leaned into his touch, stretching her breasts outwards, yearning for more. “Come on,” she said in a low voice, her first words of the night. “Don’t tease me…”

“There we go,” John heard one of the men say to his neighbor. “I’d been waiting for her to pipe up.”

“I know, right?” the neighbor responded. “Probably the best part…other than her ass, of course.”

The first man laughed and nodded. “I dunno. So many of these ladies try to be all confident and sexy, but she pulls it off so well…” he trailed off and both returned focus to the show in front of them.

At the front, Nathan had given in to Leigh’s prodding and was now firmly grasping and massaging her breasts. Were it not for the two layers between them and his hands, and for Leigh’s moans of delight, John might have been concerned over how hard he was going at them. Even now, even when he was giving her over to these men to use as they saw fit, his protective instincts for his wife still cried out against anything that might cause her pain.

Nathan’s time was now up and John selected another man to take his first turn. He chose David, whose eyes had not broken with Leigh’s body since the evening began. During their last time hosting, David had been awkwardly intimate and nonsexual with Leigh, as he had been at the subsequent three events. But about six months ago, after a prolonged absence, David had returned to the group with enthusiasm. John had a feeling Leigh would enjoy him much more this time around.

When David and his wife hosted, John had been surprised to find that she was so sexy. She was almost 20 years David’s junior, and she wore a tight, short, low-cut dress Ankara escort bayan that itself left little to the imagination. When David stripped off the shelf-bra she wore under it, her large breasts fell barely an inch before bobbing back and holding firm. Though not a particularly active participant, her body was more than sufficient to entertain them.

Leigh again tensed as she felt David’s approach. Her lips quivered and he saw her clenching and relaxing her hands. He ran his finger up the underside of her arm, and she squirmed. “No tickling,” she said. “That’s cheating. If you want to see my tits bounce, just wait until the next round and bounce them yourself.” The group laughed and, as if in response, David moved quickly to her breasts, placing his hands underneath them and, while cupping them with his fingers and palms, ran his thumbs over her nipples.

“Can you feel them getting hard under there?” Leigh asked seductively. “I can’t wait to show them to you boys again.” She moaned while he rubbed her and moaned deeper when he shifted his hands, placing his palms over her nipples, and squeezed her breasts firmly and fully. “That’s it, that’s it,” she said softly. “Very nice…”

“This is what I mean!” John heard one of the seated men say to another. “That shit is golden.”

As David walked back to his chair, John said “Ok, Brian, you go ahead.” Brian stood and walked slowly towards Leigh. He was the oldest man in the group, and though only in his early fifties, he seemed older. Despite being almost the same age, his wife had the body and energy of a much younger woman. They were founding members of the group and had hosted John’s second event, his first time with an older woman. Then and in the other of their events John had attended, she had shown a lust for being touched and used, and her orgasms belonged in a hardcore porn movie: certainly loud and impressive, but a little fake and over-the-top. But both had been fun evenings nonetheless.

Brian walked behind Leigh and placed his hands on her hips, sliding them up and down. She smiled and sort of swayed in his hands, almost doing a little dance, which prompted another light laugh from the group. Brian moved his hands down to her ass, massaging it. She bent over slightly, showing the men in front of her a little more cleavage and giving Brian better access to her ass. He slapped it lightly and she let out a playful yelp. “Finally, some attention on my ass. All these breast-men out here, it’s good to get a little variety.” Another laugh. She knows how to control a group of men, that’s for sure, John thought.

Brian ended his turn with a firm spank, which earned him a little growl from Leigh. For the next turn, John chose Michael, the one who had invited him to join the group. He’d previously known him as a mild-mannered man married to a quiet, unassuming woman with short brown hair and small breasts. But John had quickly learned how much he was missing about Michael at the first event he’d attended, where he watched Michael slide his finger into Tom’s thin wife’s pussy and then put it in her mouth, making her taste herself. She’d enjoyed it, but the gumption had surprised him and, it seemed, one or two other members. He’d later watch Michael vigorously, almost brutally, finger Jerry’s wife in the ass while spanking her, which she very much enjoyed.

But almost as surprising was Michael’s wife, a woman who John had almost never thought of as a sexual woman until they’d hosted. Whenever they’d met before, she’d always worn loose jeans and a baggy t-shirt. But that night she’d worn a tight, low-cut dress and high-heels, the only woman to wear shoes while entertaining. During the clothed rounds, she’d been extremely vocal and dirty, seemingly a whole different person, though, again, it felt a little over-the-top and forced; she clearly was a different person with the blindfold on, but not nearly as much as she wanted them to believe. When Michael had undressed her, John saw that she was wearing black lace lingerie, a push-up bra and skimpy thong panties. She kept a full bush, though it was neatly trimmed, and her body was much sexier than he’d anticipated. As with the previous round, she’d been extremely active, pleading with John to “stick three fingers up my cunt” while simultaneously fingering her asshole. He’d done as he was told and loved every second of it.

John had been nervous when Michael’s turn came when they’d hosted previously, but Michael had been much gentler with Leigh, perhaps because she was the one woman who he actually knew personally. John knew perfectly well that the reason he’d been invited into this group was because Michael had lusted after Leigh, and John had been told by other members at other events that Michael had nagged them to consider John as an additional member despite having previously rejected three others, including a man married to a national TV reporter widely considered to be an extremely attractive woman, on account of the group being too large; they’d never intended to grow beyond ten couples, they’d told him. It was only after Michael showed Escort Ankara them Facebook photos of Leigh that they had changed their minds.

Michael approached Leigh with a clear purpose. He walked right up to her and lifted her dress up. With his other hand, he went straight for her pussy, placing his fingers on it over her panties and rubbing vigorously. She yelped in surprise and said “Jeeze, no warm up? You just go straight to the good stuff, huh?” She bit her lip and moaned at his rubbing. “Fuck, it feels good, though. I bet you want to get under these panties, don’t you? You want to touch my warm, wet cunt huh?”

John saw at least one man adjust himself in his chair, knowing that there wasn’t a man in this room without a hard-on at this point. He was having a hard time hiding his. Michael continued rubbing her pussy, but he let go of her dress and let it fall, covering her pussy and his hand from view. He moved his hand up and, of course, used it to enjoy her breasts, massaging them each in turn. She threw her head back and moaned deeply.

As Michael walked away, John considered who to send up next. There were five left, two of whom had not been present for their last event. Both men had a conflict but after hearing about how things had gone the year before, they made a point of attending this time. Jerry, who had actually been here last year, had actually rescheduled a surgery he had been scheduled to perform so as not to miss this.

“Jerry, you’re up,” John said, feeling it necessary to reward that kind of dedication. Jerry’s wife had openly mocked the men when they’d hosted, though they all seemed to enjoy it. John had gotten into it with the rest of them, spanking her with his full strength both over her dress and on her bare skin, and the hard fingering he gave her ass had been really hot for both of them.

A large man, Jerry nonetheless bounded from his seat up to Leigh. As he had the last time they’d hosted, Jerry went directly for Leigh’s ass; given his own wife’s figure, that was perhaps unsurprising. Jerry massaged it, almost lovingly, sliding his hand over the top near her lower back, then down underneath at her upper thigh, then in-between, covering the whole of both cheeks. Leigh moaned. He lifted up her dress and ran his fingers along, then just under, her panty line, which elicited another moan. He pulled it back and let it snap back into place with a crack. “Oooo,” Leigh said sexily. “I like that.”

Next, John selected Alan, another of the founding members. Alan had hosted the month after their first time, and John had been disappointed with his wife. She was an older woman with bleached blonde hair who’d had extensive, relatively poorly-performed, plastic surgery all over, and she was not an attractive woman anymore. Though she’d been very into it, her dirty talking was awkward and forced, and it added little. Only 5 other members had attended that event, the lowest turnout he’d seen. That compared to this, where every eligible man was in his seat.

Alan walked calmly to Leigh and did much the same as he had done the last time they’d hosted; he went directly for her breasts, followed by her ass, massaging and kneading each in turn. Leigh moaned, but it seemed almost polite more than genuine. At this point last time, she’d told him after, she was already eager to move onto the next round, and he could see it in her face. Where before there was fire and nervousness, now there was a touch of boredom. Oh how quickly perspective changes, John thought. Who would have thought the idea of strangers groping her while she was blindfolded could seem pedestrian?

After Alan came Kevin, another relatively senior member of the group. Kevin was married to a short, Asian woman with large breasts. John’s time with her was another first for him, and he had a better appreciation afterwards for why Asian women are so popular, though he’d never felt that pull himself. She’d worn a low-cut dress that showed a lot of cleavage, and even during the clothed round, John had enjoyed touching her. He felt large and powerful next to her small frame, and he’d delighted in the delicate sounds she made as he’d played with her tight pussy, which she clearly enjoyed.

Kevin’s turn was, again, nothing special. He’d been one of the members who’d missed their last session, and he seemed just happy to be able to touch Leigh. He was gentle with her as he explored her whole body, spending little time in each place, her ass being an exception; there he spent several minutes. Leigh’s ass was clearly one of her main draws to a group of men whose wives for the most part were, as white women tend to be, somewhat flat in the back.

Next came Rick, the last of the remaining founding members (the fourth had divorced his wife soon after the group began and had not remarried, so he was no long active). Rick was an extremely wealthy man, and his wife was an extremely ostentatious woman; during their event, she had worn elaborate jewelry and an expensive dress, covering bedazzled lingerie and a body which clearly received frequent, fancy, spa treatments. Her skin was blemish- and wrinkle-free despite her age, and her pussy had been the smoothest John had ever felt. As far as personality went, however, she had been relatively boring, and her event had not been as good as it could have been.

The following morning I did something I rarely ever do… I slept in. I guess I was so worn out that I hadn’t heard Rose leave my bed nor did I notice the sun blasting into my room. I found my clothes neatly folded on the dresser with a note on top which read “I’m going to be gone today to do some shopping in Lincoln and won’t be back until late. Make yourself at home and call Kim if you need a ride or anything. Thanks for last night; it was wonderful XOXO, Rose.”

I did my morning routine, dressed, grabbed my laptop and decided to walk to the café. Kim greeted me at the door of the café with a mug of coffee in hand. She had an enigmatic little smile on her face –it was difficult to know if the smile was a result of my being caught last night having sex with her Mom or what. As I tried to draw her into a conversation about the weather there was definitely tension in her manner. Kim had been bubbly and free-talking yesterday – today she was guarded and reserved. When she came to my booth and refilled my mug I decided it was time to say something. “I’m sorry about last night …I….we should have known better.” There it was out.

Kim sat down, kinda solemn and replied. “It’s not your fault; you and my Mom are certainly old enough to do it”. The ‘old enough’ stung a little but I knew she didn’t mean anything by it. “I should apologize for… peeking.” She blushed just saying the words and I let the topic drop.

The tension was broken and we talked freely. I asked if there was somewhere I could connect my laptop. She told me they had a wireless connection in the café so I fired up the computer. I called the dealers in Omaha and Loveland, Colorado and, as I suspected, they didn’t have the parts I needed. I eventually found the parts online and had them shipped to arrive the next day. One, maybe two more days here and I should be on the road again… not that I minded but my friends would be waiting in Wyoming.

I figured I’d make the best of my time and looked for things to be repaired around the café. I found some paint and brushes in the shop and went to work on the weathered sign out front, then some of the trim around the buildings. There were plenty of things that needed repair and it kept me busy all day and into the early evening.

Finally Kim came out with two beers, handed me one and said “You’ve done enough for one day.”

“I just want to help out, you guys have been so good to me” I replied before taking a long drink of the beer.

Kim told me she was closing up and asked if there was anything else I needed. The only think I could think of was a shower and perhaps another beer.

Kim and I left together, along with a six pack Ankara escort of beer. I thought of the night before, when Rose had left with beer and where it had led. The ride back was short and when we arrived Kim’s kids were waiting with the babysitter. I was surprised that Kim had two kids and still had a knockout body. I never asked about the dad of the kids but I gathered he was out of the picture; no one had talked about him at all. Unlike the night before I remembered to bring a bag off the bike with clothes and my shaving kit in the house. Kim took off upstairs with the kids and I excused myself to the bathroom for a shower and shave. Kim knocked on the door while I was in the shower and told me she was going to do a tub of laundry then gathered my dirty clothes. My mind ran wild as I thought of her watching me and her mother. I found my cock stirring and wondered if Rose’s daughter was as wild as her mother. I was nearly tempted to relieve myself in the shower but thought better of it.

It felt good to be clean and shaved after working all day in the hot sun. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt before leaving the bathroom. I had hoped that Kim would be in the kitchen or living room to offer me a beer. The house was quiet and I helped myself to another beer and retreated to my room. I shed my tee shirt and sweat pants leaving just my boxers and crawled into bed. I read for a little while and finished the beer before turning off the light. I wondered if maybe Rose would come home and come in for another round of hot sex but before I knew it I was fast asleep. I think I slept for about two hours when I heard the door to my room open and close quietly. “I wondered if you’d pay a visit when you came back” I managed, as I cleared my throat and focused my eyes in the dim light coming through the window.

“I’m not my Mom… are you sorry” she whispered.

“Kim?” I managed, a little surprised. “I’m not sorry at all…but…”

I could see her bright smile as she stood in the shaft of light and slowly unbuttoned the men’s shirt she was wearing. She looked stunning when she dropped the shirt to the floor. Her naked body was near perfect… her breasts were large, well rounded and still high. The rest of her body seemed very toned and solid. The sight of her and my thoughts of making love to her had my cock hard. Reading my mind, she slid into bed and kissed me. The first kiss was light but as she felt my half naked body next to her the second was intense – our mouths open and our tongues darted back and forth until they settled into an erotic dance. I could tell Kim’s style of lovemaking was different than her mother’s but was still going to be hot. Ankara escort bayan I rolled her onto her back and took hold of first one breast then the other, kneading them and teasing the nipples while our lips kissed more passionately. Her hand reached into my boxers and stroked my hard cock, pulling it through the fly. Her grip was firm and wow, could she handle a cock. I slowly licked a warm, wet trail down her neck and further down her cleavage. With my hand holding her breast firmly I licked my way up and around her taunt nipple. The areola was hard as I sucked the nipple deep into my mouth.

As I did the same to the other nipple she moaned deeply… “Gawd your cock is big… I need it!”

My cock was rock hard; the head was coating her hand with a copious amount of pre-cum. I continued to work on her breasts and nipples, teasing and taunting them. She released her grip from my cock, taking a dollop of pre-cum on her finger tips and rub it to her clit. Like the night before, she wasn’t shy about pleasing herself. “I’mmmm cummmmmming” she gasped as I sucked hard on her nipple, flicking my tongue over it as if it were her clit. Her hips rose of the bed as she shook violently and I knew she wasn’t kidding.

She didn’t miss a beat and pushed me on my back and mounted my cock. Her body came down hard on mine and her pubic bone ground against me while my cock was deep inside her. She rode back and forth rubbing her clit on me as she continued to cum. I pushed down on the bed and allow the bed springs to push me back in her. She spread her legs wider in an attempt to keep her clit to my pubic bone but I pushed her body up and down as my cock pumped her pussy.

“Fuckkkkkk me… your cock is sooo big!” She groaned. “It’s sooooo deep… it hurts but I love iiitttttt … oh fuck!”

My orgasm was building and I knew I was going to cum soon. She leaned back and started to ride my cock up and down… sending it even deeper. My hands gripped her hips and assisted her ride along my rod. Her hands parted her lips and her middle finger massaged her clit again. With the sight of her fingering her clit, I shot my first load deep in her body, followed by another, then another. Missing only one beat, she slid off my cock and scooped some cum on her fingers then slid back on my cock. She rubbed my cum on her clit as my body shook with the throws of a deep hard orgasm. With my cock held deep, pulsing in here, she was trying to bring herself to another orgasm with her finger. I quickly rolled her over on her back slid down her body until I poised over her cum covered pussy with my mouth. I pushed her fingers away and slid my tongue over her button. Her moans told me Escort Ankara she liked where I was at and what I was doing. I slid my finger in her tight walls and pumped them slowly as I licked around her clit. I found a rhythm to her body… my finger would push in while my tongue would slide down along her clit. I noticed her hands were gripping her breasts and pulling at her nipples as I fingered and licked her. Her orgasm grew from deep in her body and soon she was cumming again.

“Mmmmmmmm make me cum… I loooove it!… right there… I’m cummmmmmmming again….ahhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh… OH… FUCK!” She half screamed as her orgasm hit.

Her orgasm came in long waves, her hands had moved from her tits and took my head, first to pull me tight to her passion and then to push me away with the next wave. Her spasms and breathing slowed and soon she pulled me up from her pussy. She kissed me softly and said… “You are even better than what my Mom told me”.

She laid on her back as I stroked her soft blond hair and down her smooth body. She was asleep so quickly it surprised me.

I woke at my usual time, 5:30AM, and Kim had already gone to work. I had hoped that we’d make love one more time. I pulled on my sweat pants and tee shirt and trod off to the bathroom. After doing my business and cleaning up, I followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen. Rose was sitting at the table in a robe and had already poured me a cup of coffee. Her wry smile and blush to her cheeks along with “Good morning… and how was your night?” told me there were no secrets between her and her daughter.

I smiled and coyly said. “Good morning… I slept well ….when I could.”

That morning the parts came for my bike and it was ready for the road by noon. Rose, Kim and I had lunch together and exchanged small talk. They were so appreciative for all the repairs I made around the café and commented on how good it was to have a man around. I asked for a bill for everything… room, meals, bar tab, and the use of their shop.

Rose seemed hurt and absolutely refused my money she said “For everything you did for us… we should be paying you.” The innuendo was in her voice and Kim shuddered noticeably before throwing her arms around me.

“You are coming back?” Kim asked.

“I’m not sure when but I’ll be back.” I replied.

Rose hugged me and kissed me “You better come back and for more than a couple days” then whispered in my ear “You were wonderful… thanks for the great fuck.”

I blushed and I saw Kim’s acknowledgement of what Rose said to me. “That goes for me too.”

I was going to write another chapter but decided to leave it with what pretty much happened instead of making it fiction. Had I made it fiction or my fantasy I would have been seduced by both women in a ménage à trois. Oh, the names and places have been changed… I don’t mind sharing the story but not the women.

It may still have been Friday night, but it was almost certainly very early Saturday morning. I only know that I felt a bare body against me, a young woman’s chest against mine, a comfortable weight pressing me into the mattress…

I opened my eyes in the near-total darkness, and was just barely able to discern the features of Amber’s face above mine. She was sliding gently against me, enticing me, causing my desire to stir and grow. In seconds, her movements transformed me from a sleeping person to an aroused person.

I smiled. “It’s been a long time since you wanted sex in the middle of the night,” I noted as my arms slid around her beneath the covers.

“I know,” Amber replied. “Too long, it seems…”

We became silent as her lips met mine. The kiss lingered as I lengthened beneath her. There was something about the feel of her fingernails lightly grazing across my shoulders and upper arms which increased the eroticism of the moment.

Amber slowly rose from me as the hotel room brightened significantly due to a car parking directly in front of our first-floor window, the heavy curtains unable to completely block out the powerful beams of the headlights. But it was in that light which I could truly gaze up at the beautiful young woman upon Ankara escort me. She meant so, so much to me, and as I thought about how integral she had become to my happiness, I was also saddened by the fact that I would soon lose her.

…which was why we were in the hotel room: so that she could choose the place where she would go when I lost her.

She straddled me, continuing to slide back and forth upon my hardened manhood. We held hands and locked eyes, sharing a heartfelt smile as she continued to slowly pleasure me, her own desire anointing me and easing her movements upon me. Her lips parted slightly as her breath rate slowly escalated, a testament to the slow increase in arousal which she was experiencing.

In time, we both needed more. She needed me inside her, and I needed to feel her squeezing my length. She knelt with her hands braced against he headboard, whimpering as I slid my dripping tip along her weeping sex. Bending forward, I gripped a breast, squeezing gently, brushing a finger over the pert nipple. The soft sounds of desire and of need were indeed melodic, quite like the call of a siren.

Slowly, I entered my sweet Amber at last, her body the perfect sheath for me. In several thrusts, I was fully embedded within her, the warmth of Ankara escort bayan her body as intoxicating as the love which filled her heart and called to me each time I placed an ear to her chest. Continuing to brace herself against the headboard, she reached back with a hand and gently squeezed my testicles, causing me to groan her name in the darkness.

We made love. Amber fondled my testicles as I fondled her breast. The pace of our joining was slow and steady, a rhythm we both knew by heart, a pace designed to slowly heighten our combined desire and extend the pleasure for as long as possible.

…even in the middle of the night.

Soon, I was eating her, enjoying her heavy breaths as her pleasure spiraled skyward. As I feasted upon her, I held her hands, and her grip continued to tighten. She moved against me, humping my face, restrained sounds escaping her throat even though she was obviously attempting to remain silent since we were in a hotel room and not in our home.

She took me into her mouth, sucking me gently as her tongue enticed me, her fingers gripping me firmly and stroking at the base of my hearty manhood. I tried to keep her amber hair away from her face, both so she could focus on pleasuring me and so that we could share an affectionate Escort Ankara gaze in the near-darkness.

In time, with a near-voiceless moan, Amber impaled herself upon me, fitting me easily inside her wet passage. She rocked back and forth upon me, clenching around me, her body squeezing me lovingly as my hands caressed her thighs, her hips, her stomach, her chest. She soon leaned back upon her heels, her thighs spread wide, shamelessly displaying herself to my adoring eyes, and she shook like a minor earthquake as I began to focus my attention upon her clitoris.

Her release was powerful, her body gripping me tighter than ever before. Despite her efforts to remain quiet, I would not be surprised if guests in the adjoining hotel rooms heard an earful if they happened to still be awake despite the late hour. To feel the shaking of her body as my eyes were drawn to the shimmying of her hair and the quivering of her breasts, to know that the love of my life was sharing such an intimate moment with me, to hear the pleasure that I had granted her, it all became too much for me, and as her orgasm subsided, mine erupted inside her.

We cuddled, and she drifted back into slumber while I remained awake, saddened by the thought that in a few seemingly-too-damn-short months, the only opportunities I could have to share such heartfelt intimacy with her would be either when she came home for vacation, or when I came and secured a hotel room during a visit to this or one of the other two colleges.