Aylar: Mart 2023

Chapter 39 — Jill and the White Hat Hacker

I stood at the front of the room. There were six of us in the room: Harley, my new sidekick in Cyber Consulting, and an admitted ‘white hat hacker’. There also was Bill Morris, the I.T. director; Hank Phillips, the CFO and the man that was Bill’s boss; Nick Walgreen — the head of system ops; Frank Specter — Another ops guy; and me.

I spoke with the computer hooked up to the projector. The slide on the screen was a bland statement about Cyber Consulting Company (CCC) and today’s date.

“Thank you for meeting today. The purpose of this meeting is more of value to you than to me. We think it’s very important for Knightsbridge Manufacturing, too. I’ve been trying to get you take action for two years about your susceptibility to outside hacking, but to no avail.

“My colleague is Harley Palmer. Harley is eighteen and just graduated high school. He is a friend, and I guess in some ways I am his mentor. He doesn’t think so, but he has a knack with computers and he’s very smart. As a bit of a fun assignment for him, about six weeks ago I gave him an assignment to hack into Knightsbridge Manufacturing computer systems and website, leave a telltale sign, do no damage, and then leave. I’ll let him tell you what he did.”

Harley stood up. He was in jeans and a t-shirt from a rock band I’d never heard of. He wore two threadbare sneakers. This was not typical business dress at Knightsbridge Manufacturing.

“Hi guys. Nice to meet you. Let me start by showing you the result of my having gone onto your website. Getting in was a piece of cake and I’d never hacked anything before. It only took me about twenty minutes using some rudimentary techniques I learned on the Internet.”

The screen changed to a browser and everyone watched as Harley typed in the website address of the company and hit the return key. There was skepticism in the room that anything important would happen. Up came Knightsbridge’s home page. The main picture on the page was a photo taken by a drone that showed about two hundred smiling employees outside the main building forming the letters ‘K’ and ‘M’ for Knightsbridge Manufacturing.

“This is your home page. Do you notice anything unusual?”

The other four men leaned forward. Finally, Bill — the I.T. director — said, “No. Should we see something special?”

“Look at the upper-right corner of the letter ‘M’, particularly the serif. Let me zoom in for you.” Harley started to smile. I was chuckling. We’d rehearsed this, but he was doing so well at it.

As the screen very slowly zooned into the ‘M’ and then into the upper-right serif, the beautiful nude body of Lisa Wallace came into sharper and sharper focus as she enlarged. It wasn’t lewd. It was just a tasteful teenage nude smiling up at the camera like everyone else in the picture.

“There! How’s that?”

“Shit! Really? How long has that been up there?”

I spoke, “Well, it took two weeks to schedule this meeting, so overall about three or four weeks.”

Harley said, “I also gave myself an email account on your server. If you need to contact me, I’m [email protected], like many of your other email accounts. Unlike most of you, I opted to receive the weekly executive briefings about the state of the company. You do need to beef up sales in the western states.

“I also browsed through all the HR records in the company. Bill, I think you’re underpaid. I also found the strategic plan and all your customer contact data, and it looks like you’re already falling behind the projections for sales into the major accounts, so something is wrong somewhere.”

Hank Phillips, the most senior guy in the room, held his hand up. “STOP! You have my undivided attention. How do we fix this? What will it cost us?” He sounded resigned and desperate.

I stood and took the podium. Harley winked at me and sat down. He’d left the zoomed picture of naked Lisa on the screen — the little devil. I launched into the lecture the I.T. guys had heard before about firewalls, passwords, and more. I kind of liked glancing over at Lisa’s hot body now and then.

Harley stood up at one point, and in detail described how he’d found a wedge into the company’s servers. From KM’s point of view, it all went downhill from there. Eventually, we started using some other PowerPoint slides, ending with an Action List for KM.

Hank said, “And you’re not extorting money from us?”

I frowned, “No. Why would I do that? I like all you guys, and you’re good for the local economy. Just fix the things on that last slide and I think you’ll have a more robust security conscious workforce, too. At this point, you don’t even need us to help you. We would like to remain your outside I.T. gurus and network support staff. Please consider all this a gift to KM.”

Hank just looked at the I.T. director and they nodded. He said, “Consider it done! I figure about four weeks.”

I asked, “Are there ulus escort any questions?” I flipped back to the picture of Lisa’s hot teenage body standing at the edge of the ‘M’.

Nick, the lowest ranked man in the room, raised his hand and asked, “Who’s the naked chick on our website’s home page? Does she date anybody?” Everyone in the room laughed, and the meeting broke up. Lisa’s hot little body was still on display on the projection screen.

* * * * *

Crystal was back in the Crystal Blue Photography studio doing a traditional business sitting for a professional woman, and then editing some of the ‘private porn’ and ‘public porn’ videos we’d done, including my work with Elynn. I was helping Carol shoot the love scene with Jill Timms.

Jill was married to Adam, a flight instructor on corporate jets, and she worked at the main city library, mostly as a research librarian. She was the you went to and asked a question, such as I want to know more about dinosaurs. By the end of the hour, you’d know more about dinosaurs than you wanted to know.

Carol was with me rather than Crystal since she had known Jill and Adam for several years, especially while she was a student renting their garage apartment for two years. They never had a sexual relationship until recently, but Carol figured out about their private lives from comments and even peeking into the house when the Timms had guests.

Jill had been an easy sell on doing a ‘mature’ sex video. She understood pornography, the purpose and function it served in society, and much like my wife and other friends, she loved to fuck. Jill was also an expert at dirty talk.

For this particular video, we were mixing young and old — Jill and, of all people, my brilliant and freshly graduated from high school teenager — Harley Palmer.

Harley had done a spectacular job of white hat hacking on one of my occasional clients, and then briefing them with me about what he’d done and how, so the huge hole in their networks and servers could be blocked once and for all.

As a reward for Harley, I explained about the porn we produced, and asked if he was interested. Harley was brilliant and nerdy, and wildly horny. He couldn’t get enough pussy, and that’s saying something because he was a friend-with-benefits with Lisa and Wendy Wallace, and Madison Landry — the other teens that were blended in with all our horny friends. He’d been to several of our parties, and had even nailed some of the older women. He wanted more, and had seen Jill and she actually turned him on. As the expression goes, he had a ‘thing’ for older women.

Crystal had outlined the plot, and then the shooting techniques the day before in a short meeting with Jill, Harley, Carol, and me. We spent time talking about the plot and various scenes.

Thus, earlier in the day, I’d taken a simple iPhone with me into the well-lit public library and taken a running video of young Harley going in with a supposed homework assignment. He went to Jill in her librarian role and posed his question to her, and then she escorted him to the stacks to find appropriate books and materials for his high school term paper.

In the course of pointing out books and areas of research to him, the two touch a lot and there is obviously increasing intimacy between the pair. In the end, Jill returns to her desk and Harley leaves with some books to check out.

By ‘coincidence’ the two meet and the nearby coffee shop and she sits with Harley and they start talking. She asks what being in high school is like, and what his love life is like. He complains about the absence of any love life, and Jill then offers additional services to help him move into adulthood. They agree to go to Harley’s home because his parents don’t get home until late.

The scene we were shooting was in the simplest of the bedrooms in my house. We’d gotten a student desk, posters, and other accessories to make the room look ‘teenage boy’. We had the lights in position around the bed and had wired the place for sound, since Jill was so proficient at ‘dirty talk’. We wanted to capture her lewd and erotic expressions as she said them.

We worked on some hand signals to change position, keep doing what they’re doing with more emphasis, and so on. We kept the signals simple and intuitive.

We started filming with Harley leading Jill into his house and thanking her for a ride home. Things escalated quickly and they started to kiss. He brings her to his room and even shows her his stash of porn magazines and videos. Jill claims she has something better for him.

The two made out as their clothes got discarded, mostly Harley’s. Jill then started a blowjob on the teen and I zoomed in on her talented rendition of his cock disappearing into her mouth. In no time at all he fired off into her mouth. “I’m so sorry, Miss Carter (her stage name), you were just too good on my penis.”

“It’s a delicious cock, young man. yenimahalle escort Call it a cock, and you have a great one. Now, let me revive you and we’ll do some other things. Have you ever eaten a woman’s pussy?”

“Pussy? Eaten? I’m not sure what you mean.” Harley was a good actor. He played the role of the naïve nerd perfectly, probably because he had some experience in that realm.

I filmed as Harley pretended to not know what to do as Jill stripped and then spread her legs for him. He was truly awed by seeing her twat for the first time either on or off camera. In this case Carol was on one side of Jill and I was on the other as we captured the look on Harley’s face.

Harley went nearly delirious with the wonderful taste of Jill’s pussy. He raved about how she tasted and how that was the best and he wanted more. Jill removed the rest of her clothes and then the two got on Harley’s bed. She showed him some more about eating pussy and fingering her quim. She taught him about a clitoris and how it gave a woman great pleasure and made her want to come back for more.

Jill sucked life back into Harley, but he was young a didn’t need much help. As I got a close-up from beside them, Jill steered the much younger man’s cock into her fuzzy pussy. He just sank into her as though there was no impediment whatever. Jill acted like this was pure heaven.

Carol and I then stepped the couple through the seven standard positions that are seen porn videos: missionary, open missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spoon, side saddle, and the pounding plank. We got about five to ten minutes of the couple in each position, and then paused.

“You two doing all right?” I asked, as we started the pause.

Jill grinned, “I’m better than fine. Harley, you’re doing a great job and delivering a lot of pleasure to me. I love that we’re fucking together.”

The couple had some water as they sat on the edge of the bed and then Jill fluffed up her teenage lover, and we started to video again. The couple had decided that they like open missionary and spoon the best, so we focused on those two positions.

We got some great videos in each position. Harley then signaled that he needed to orgasm.

Jill started to chant, “Cum in my pussy. Cum in my pussy. I want your cum. Pump your jizz into me.” She went on and on, and the words got dirtier and dirtier. “I want your teenage baby makers in my dirty cunt.”

Harley pumped faster and faster, and I watched Carol zoom on the intense look on his face as he struggled to fall over the edge of his orgasm. I took that cue and did the same on Jill’s face. She had slammed her eyes shut and had a combination smile and grimace as she approached her own high. This wasn’t her first of the day.

Jill screamed, “NOW! I’M CUMMING.” Her body lurched forward into Harley’s as he made his final stabs of his large teenage cock into her small mature body. Jill’s breasts shook as did the entire bed. They were cumming together.

The two froze in position, as Harley’s cum surged from his body into Jill’s. They remained that way for over a minute, a point I thought unusual. He finally lay down carefully over her smaller body and the pair kissed and kissed and kissed. I could also hear the murmur of affectionate words between them.

Harley slowly withdrew his cock from inside Jill. I videoed the extraction, and then the immediate appearance of his white man goo from the gaping opening into her small body.

Harley pulled Jill to the edge of the bed, knelt on the floor, and buried his face in her crotch to suck up the cum and copious quantity of girl juice that Jill had generated. Jill moaned and then sat up partially to watch the teen clean up her snatch from the load he’d just injected into her.

Jill told him, “I love to eat cum. Don’t hoard it all. Don’t swallow. Bring it to me so I can have it. Snowball with me. Get a big splooge of cum in your mouth and then come and French kiss with me. Give it to me. We can share.”

Harley did just that as Carol and I followed the antics of the pair of lovers. He finally stopped his collection trips to her slit, and the pair were just cuddling and kissing without the added fluids.

Carol signaled to me that we were at the end of the video. I agreed, and so we wrapped up the scene. Carol told Jill and Harley, “We’re through. Great job, especially at the end.”

Jill said, “Yes, I only know two other men that’ll eat cum from my pussy — my husband and Dave. Harley, where’d you learn to do that; you’re number three.”

Harley was sitting on the side of the bed next to the still alluring Jill. “Indirectly from Dave. He did it to Wendy and Lisa — my girlfriends, and they both told me that I had to learn to do that, too. I just consider doing that as part of lovemaking.”

“Well, you can make love to me anytime. That was a stellar experience, and I have thoroughly enjoyed myself this afternoon. I’m still horny, however.”

Jill turned to me, “Now that you don’t have a camera in your hands, how about you coming and making love to me. Aren’t you the least bit horny, having watched your protégé plow his teenage cock into my body and then eat me out?”

I sized her up, “I am — very horny, in fact. I will.”

Carol just went to Harley and kissed him. She said, “I’m led to believe that teenage boys have remarkable recovery ability, and that they’re ready to have sex only a few minutes after having an orgasm. I’d like to test that hypothesis, that is if you’re as interested as I am.”

Harley lit up like a Christmas tree. “I am very interested. Yes.”

Carol and I shed our clothing side by side in less than a minute, and then went to our new lovers.

Jill said, “I don’t need any foreplay. I just want that cock pumping love and cum into my body.”

Carol told Harley much the same thing. “Having watched the two of you fucking for two hours has me really revved up. I just want that cock in my cunt. Bury it in there, Harley.”

Carol had taken hold of Harley’s cock as soon as she was naked, and it was amazing to watch his shaft return to its granite like state in only seconds. She lay back on the bed and steered his cock to her slit as he maneuvered over her using both hands with elbows locked to avoid crushing Carol.

I happily watched my fiancée have over eight inches of teenage man meat slide deep into her body, as I fed my cock into Jill right beside the pair. I thought what a decadent group we were.

Later, I blasted my load of cum into Jill and then duplicated what Harley had done with her earlier in terms of cleaning up her vulva and surrounding area, and snowballing the wastes with her. Jill just ate that stuff up.

“I’m a little cum dumpster for you guys,” Jill proclaimed. “Just think of the little librarian with her prim and proper look, her big eye glasses, a pencil tucked behind her ear, and her maxi skirts, sitting at the library oozing your cum from inside her horny body. That’s what I’ll be. Maybe you can come in sometime, and I’ll take you to the store room or stacks and we can fuck and you can fill up my snatch with your jizz, and then watch me return to work with your baby batter running down my legs.”

By the time we finished and showered in the guest bathroom, it was six o’clock. I offered dinner to everyone, but both Harley and Jill made excuses but thanked me for the invitation.

Jill had promised to meet her husband Adam at the airport so they could go to dinner up in Bradenton at some Mexican restaurant that they both liked. Adam had been flying around the countryside checking out a woman getting instruction in a Cessna Citation.

I asked, “Does he ever play around with his female students?”

Jill laughed, “I think this is the first female he’s had in years. A female pursing a pilot’s license is rare, and one transitioning to jets is really, really rare. I don’t think he’s had the opportunity arise. He’d tell me if it had. We’re long past the secrets stage.”

Harley had promised his parents that he’d be home for dinner. He could truthfully tell them that he was with me — his boss for his summer job at Cyber Consulting Company.

We trooped downstairs and just left all the photographic gear in the bedroom. Crystal was puttering around the kitchen, pulling out some leftovers.

After some brief conversations, Harley and Jill left. We all got a glass of wine, and then Carol and I told Crystal about our rough afternoon: we just had to video this hot old-young couple fucking each other’s lights out, and then we were pressed into service to join them and repeat the action. Crystal laughed as her two lovers tried to overplay their hands.

Crystal updated us on how her photography business had gone that day. She’d signed up a ‘pretty woman’, as she described her, for some private porn to surprise her husband on his birthday that would include a threesome with a friend of hers that he had the hots for. I said that sounded like one really good birthday.

I looked forward to each day. The fact that each day had come to involve a lot of sex and lovemaking might have made a difference in my thinking. I talked to Ross, and he was feeling the same thing.

The three of us went to bed after some television and made love. As I dozed off to sleep, I thought how fortunate I was to be in love with two women, and to have the kind of open lifestyle that I enjoyed. I then realized I loved many other women. I started to count them, one by one, but I fell deep asleep…

Chapter 40 — Tara Moves In

Two feminine hands covered my eyes from behind the deck chair I was sitting in reading on the patio of our new home. I’d just seen Crystal go inside, and Carol was in town working, so I ruled out those two.

A deep whisper said, “God, I’ve missed you. I hope you missed me.”

I felt the hands carefully. Somebody gave the side of my head a kiss.

I said, “If I guess wrong, you’ll be greatly insulted and leave, and I don’t want that to happen. The kind of games I’m good at have a hand controller and a game console. I’m an expert at killing trolls, but guessing whose beautiful hands cover my eyes, I’m terrible at.”

The Gangbang Club (Part 3)

Kathryn M. Burke

Jennifer was not exactly a raving beauty, but she was what one would call a “wholesome” girl. She was a sophomore, meaning that she was about nineteen. But she had this naïve, innocent, wide-eyed look that some guys just seem to eat up. I would even say she had a bit of baby fat on her, although lots of guys like that too; and there was no doubt that her tits and ass were more than adequate for the job at hand.

Even so, when she came up to me after class one day and said, “Um, do you run the Gangbang Club?” I just stared at her up and down.

“You want to be gangbanged?” I said skeptically.

She didn’t take that well. Almost pouting, she shot back, “Why not? Don’t you think the guys would like me?”

“Oh, sure, they’d like you well enough. But have you done it before?”

“Have I been gangbanged? Of course not! That’s why I want you to set it up.”

“Sorry, I expressed myself badly. I just wanted to know that you’ve had sex before.”

She blushed at that. “Well, not very often. I don’t exactly make myself available to all and sundry.”

“Okay, fine. Have you taken it up the ass? They’ll want to do that, you know.”

Now she went pale. “No,” she said, looking at the floor.

“And you probably haven’t had two or three guys do you at the same time.”

“Of course not.” She paused, then went on: “But I figure it–it’s time.”

That didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me, but I shrugged and said, “Whatever. It may be a couple weeks–we’re booked solid.”

“Well, just let me know when I should make myself available.”

And she trudged away. I followed her with my eyes for a long time. I really didn’t have a good feeling about this.

When the time came for her to show up, I checked with her to see how many guys she wanted. She said twenty.

“Are you serious?” I said. I got the impression she’d just picked a number off the top of her head. “That’s a lot of guys. And they usually come back for seconds or thirds or even more. You sure you can handle that?”

There was an awkward pause during which I thought I heard her swallow hard. “Yeah, I’m sure. Do it!”

“Okay, you’re the boss.”

She was on for Saturday night. We’d already had a wild time the previous night, although by some miracle the girl in question had managed to handle all the guys by herself, as Jill and I looked on in amazement. She really wanted to show off her athleticism! She even managed to stagger to the bathroom and take a shower all by herself. But we did need to have one of the guys drive her home: no way she could walk back to her dorm on her own two feet!

When Jennifer showed up, she looked even more shy and timid than before. At first I just put that down to nerves–I mean, this whole thing is something of an ordeal by fire for the girl–but somehow I felt something wasn’t quite right. I took her into my bedroom and instructed her about procedure, especially about lubricating herself in advance in case some guy wanted to plow into her butt right off the start.

Then the guys started arriving.

You should have seen their tongues hanging out when Jennifer stepped out of the bedroom and presented herself, naked, to the assembled company. Now I saw that she really was mighty cute, perhaps even lovely in a soft, tender way. Something like awe came over the guys as she sashayed around the room; they just gazed upon her silently, not even twirling a nipple or slapping her butt as she walked by–as had happened before when less restrained guys were sampling the charms of the girl they were going to gangbang.

The guys had determined that one of their number, named Bruce, was to be the first in line. He was a nice, blond-haired guy who was himself a bit on the naïve side: maybe that’s why they chose him. His member was so erect that it was standing straight up, and Jennifer looked at it with a strange sort of apprehension as she walked by him.

After her introduction to the gang, she almost ran to the bedroom and prepared herself for the festivities. Lying on her back, her legs raised and her knees bent, she seemed like some kind of sacrificial victim ready and willing for the knife to fall.

Bruce, licking his lips and giving the other guys a nervous glance, walked into the room. He wasn’t going to just plunge into her: both for her sake and his, he wanted to make sure that she was nicely warmed up, so he engaged in some foreplay. He first gave her a soft kiss on the mouth, then headed south and buried his head in her breasts. They were large and firm, and he inhaled their aroma and sucked on the nipples while squeezing them together around his face. I thought he was going to go on and lick Jennifer’s pussy, but the prospect of going into this sweet and gorgeous girl was too much for him. So he got into position to mount her.

He didn’t even need to take his cock in his hand to direct it into the proper aperture. Holding his arms straight tandoğan escort up on either side of Jennifer, he watched his dick going into her vagina–but it didn’t go in very far.

His eyes bugged out of his head, and he looked over to me (for some reason I’d tiptoed over to the entrance of the room to get a close look at the proceedings) and squawked, “She’s a virgin!”

I closed my eyes for a second, then sighed. “Are you kidding me?” I said.

“No! I wouldn’t kid about something like this! Look, I can’t go in any farther!”

Well, that was certainly true. His cock was trying to make its way into her, but that absurd hymen was barring the way.

I rushed into the room and knelt down by the bed. Eyes blazing, I said to Jennifer, “Are you insane? How could you do this when you’re a virgin?”

“I don’t want to be a virgin anymore!” she whined. “It’s time I got some experience!”

“But this isn’t the time or place, you silly girl! Do you know what you’re letting yourself in for?”

“It can’t be that bad, can it?” Then, looking up at Bruce, she said, “Just go on in! Please!”

I shrugged resignedly. “You might as well, Bruce.”

“But–but I’ve never done a virgin before!” he complained.

“Well, it’s gonna take some effort. That hymen can be pretty tough.”

Screwing up his face as if girding himself up for some strenuous exercise, he pushed hard–and all of a sudden he was in like Flynn.

Jennifer let out a strangled cry, and her tongue stuck out of her mouth. A couple of tears sprang from her eyes.

“I’m sorry!” he exclaimed as he kept on forging into her. The guy’s cock was something like eight inches, so he had quite a ways to go.

“Better not go all the way in,” I advised. “Take your time until she gets used to the sensation.”

He did the best he could, and incredibly Jennifer seemed to take it pretty well. I remembered my first time: it wasn’t just the rupturing of my hymen that did me in, but the expansion of my vagina to accommodate that long, thick phallus as it tunneled its way into me. It took me several sessions before I got comfortable with it.

Bruce gently lowered himself onto Jennifer’s body, and she hugged him with a sort of frantic desperation as she endured her deflowering. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his thighs, as if she knew that that would make the angle of his penetration easier. Bruce tried to distract her by kissing her face all over (mouth, cheeks, forehead, even the tip of her nose) and also by scouring his hands all over her body (breasts, back, bottom, etc.). Somehow, though, I think that was mostly for his benefit. Each thrust on his part generated a gruff little sigh or grunt by Jennifer, as if she was engaged in a particularly strenuous workout. I guess she was!

The excitement of doing a virgin must have gotten the better of Bruce, because he didn’t last more than ten minutes. His eyes suddenly got wide, and as he started shooting his seed into her he cried out in triumph, laughing uproariously. Jennifer laughed too: she’d actually come from intercourse (a pretty rare thing for a girl), and she held him tight as she seemed suddenly enraptured by his entry into her. It’s a big moment for a female, no doubt about it!

Bruce wanted to stay in her even after he finished, but she whispered in his ear, “Please come out now, sweetheart.” I’m not sure what that endearment meant: she didn’t even know the guy. I guess the emotion of the moment got the better of her. He pulled out slowly and rolled off of her.

For a while all was still and silent. Then Bruce, opening his eyes, saw his cock streaked with virgin blood and let out a curious kind of gurgle. I don’t know why he should have cared: he wasn’t the one that was bleeding. But he jumped off the bed and rushed to the bathroom to wash himself off. Jennifer was still staring up at the ceiling with this goofy smile on her face, relishing her first copulation in spite of the pain she must have felt. She didn’t even notice the small droplets of blood (mixed with Bruce’s emission) that were leaking out of her pussy. I quickly snatched up some Kleenex and mopped her up. It’s hell to get blood out of bedsheets in the wash!

I had a strong inclination to call the whole thing off at this point. “Jennifer, I really don’t think you–“

She interrupted me, turning her head in my direction and ordering me around like some diminutive schoolmarm. “Send the next guy in!”

“Okay,” I said. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

So the show got going again. I was pretty impressed with Jennifer’s stamina. I didn’t think there was any way she could handle the other nineteen guys in the place, especially if they wanted more than one go; but she did her best. Her first venture into anal sex was a bit of a challenge, though: when the guy stuffed his cock into her butt, her eyes rolled around in her head and her tongue stuck out of her mouth; but she got through it with flying tunalı escort colors. She even managed double and triple penetration like an old pro (I don’t mean that sort of pro).

But it didn’t surprise me that, after about thirty penetrations, her energy began to flag. By that time she was basically like a big ragdoll that the guys were manhandling to their heart’s content. Don’t get me wrong: they weren’t roughing her up in any way; in fact, they were as gentle as they could be, all things considered. Sure, a lot of them were keen on having their cocks coated with whatever was left of the blood trickling out of her vagina (there wasn’t all that much of it–there never is), but they knew that she was a newbie and did their best to make things pleasant for her. I could tell that she had come at least half a dozen times.

But after about two hours, she was pretty much exhausted. So I made another executive decision.

“Jennifer,” I said, kneeling down next to her ear, “I think you need to call it quits.”

She hardly made a response. I think I detected a grateful nod.

I got to my feet and headed out into the living room, where twenty men were still lounging around naked. I held up a hand like a stop sign and said, “Okay, guys, she’s done for the night.”

“Hey, we want more!” a number of them complained.

“I get that,” I said. I was already starting to strip, and I indicated to Jill–who had stuck around to see if this brave girl would really be able to handle all these guys by herself–that she do the same. “You can tackle me or my roommate. Take your choice.”

I then turned my attention to Bruce. He’d already done her twice and was looking forward to a third go. “You,” I said, pointing to him. “You take care of her.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Go clean her up. Get her into the shower and wash her–with soap. Then put her clothes on–and yours too–and take her home.”

He jumped at the task. I had a feeling he thought there might be a chance for one more entry into the former virgin, since he was certain to get hard while giving Jennifer a shower. I didn’t care about that: I had nineteen other guys to deal with.

I couldn’t keep track of the total number of ejaculations by the assembled males, but I think it was something like seventy-five. Jennifer had managed thirty, and the remainder were fairly evenly split between Jill and myself. Everyone was pretty achy when the curtain finally came down on the show.

The strangeness of this whole episode didn’t fully come to light for several more weeks. This session had happened in early December, and I later heard that Jennifer and Bruce had become an “item.” That didn’t surprise me. It’s a myth to think that only girls get all starry-eyed thinking about the first guy who penetrates them; guys are pretty moved by the business too. Anyway, it seemed that Jennifer had dragged Bruce back to her family home over the long Christmas break: I guess she was wanting to show him off. But when she met me in the cafeteria soon after the new semester got underway, she was looking apprehensive.

“What’s up?” I said, not really wanting to know–or maybe fearful of knowing.

She didn’t say anything right away, just chewing on her fingernails.

“You don’t want another gangbang, do you?” I said. Most guys wouldn’t allow their girlfriends to do anything like that. I mean, there are limits to the principle of “share and share alike.”

“No, it’s not me,” Jennifer finally said.

“What do you mean, it’s not you?”

“It’s my mom.”

I was now getting confused. “What about your mom?”

Jennifer looked at me in exasperation. “She wants to be in the Gangbang Club!” she almost shouted.

“Jesus, keep your voice down!” I hissed. Even if everyone on campus knew of the existence of the club, it wasn’t something you wanted some Town Crier to announce to the world. But beyond that, I was still trying to wrap my mind around what Jennifer had said. “Your mom wants to be gangbanged?”

“Yes.”

“You told her about what happened? That wasn’t very smart.”

“It wasn’t me–it was Bruce.”

“He told her? Why?”

“Well, here’s the thing. Bruce is a real sweetheart, but he’s kind of a wuss where women are concerned. A lot of guys are like that: it’s easy for women to push them around. It’s mostly because Bruce is such a gentleman: he can’t really say no to a lady. And my mom can be pretty determined when she wants to be.

“I guess it was our fault for not coming up with a better story about how we met. When Mom asked about that, Bruce just said, ‘Oh, well, we met at a party.’ Mom’s no dummy: she could tell there was a lot more to it than that. So as the days and weeks passed, she kept after him, and finally she wore him down and he spilled the beans.”

“Holy cow,” I breathed. “Is she going to tell anyone?” I had visions of being expelled from college because of my hosting the Gangbang Club.

“No. But she wants to türbanlı escort be a part of it.”

“What on earth for? And what’s your dad got to say about this? He can’t–“

“My dad,” Jennifer said with a crack in her voice, “left her a year or so ago.”

“Gee, I’m sorry to hear that. Why was that?”

“Oh, lots of reasons, I guess. Mom can be a bit of a pain. I think Dad felt, um, you know–“

“Pussy-whipped?” I offered.

“Something like that.”

“Okay, fine. But I still don’t understand what she’s going to get out of being gangbanged.”

“I have a feeling she just wants to prove that she can do it. Or maybe she wants to prove to herself that she’s not the prude that Dad seems to think she is.”

“Is she a prude?”

“Well, I don’t know! I know nothing about their sex life. Come to think of it, though, I dimly remember Dad once saying something to the effect that they do it the same way every time.”

“That’s no fun! Sex gets boring real fast that way.”

“I wouldn’t know. I hadn’t done it at the time.”

“You really think she’s serious about this?”

“Absolutely. She lives right her in town. She could easily make all kinds of trouble for us if we don’t let her.”

Trouble for me, I silently corrected her. I sighed and said, “Okay, I’ll see what I can set up.”

“You think the guys will like her?” Jennifer asked timidly.

“I’m sure they will. Lots of guys have fantasies of doing it with their moms.”

“Eew! How creepy!”

“Hey, if the mother in question is attractive, why not? I mean, I can understand their thought processes, if you can call it that. By the way, what does your mother look like? Is she pretty?”

“I think so. Of course, I don’t know what guys would think.”

She fished out her phone, flipped through her file of pictures, and brought up one of her mom standing by a Christmas tree. She did look quite nice, so far as I could tell. Kind of petite, but with these sparkling eyes and lots of curves all over the place. I could easily imagine plenty of guys of all ages wanting to get into her pants.

“All right,” I said, “let me see what I can do. Maybe even this weekend.”

I did manage to make arrangements for the weekend–Saturday night, our usual time for such festivities. When I asked Jennifer how many guys her mom wanted, she replied that Chloe (that was her mom’s name) had said, “As many as you can manage!” I guess she felt that, as a mature woman, she could outdo us mere coeds in the number of men she could tackle. I said, “Okey-doke”–and got thirty men rounded up. That’s right: thirty.

I honestly didn’t think Chloe could handle all thirty guys with their inevitable multiple discharges, but figured that Jill and I–and maybe Jennifer herself–could take up some of the slack. At least there wouldn’t be any virgins anywhere to make a mess!

But when Saturday evening rolled around and the doorbell rang at about 9 p.m., I saw that only Chloe herself was standing on my doorstep. I recognized her immediately.

“Hello,” I said. “You must be–“

The woman didn’t say a word, but merely brushed by me and marched into the room. “Where are the guys?” she said brusquely.

“Hold your horses,” I said. “They won’t be here for another half hour or so.”

Chloe looked irked. She cast her eyes around the place: clearly it was nothing like the house she occupied. (Jennifer had said that her dad had left the house and was living in some apartment not all that far away. They hadn’t actually gotten a divorce: they were just separated.) Pointing to my bedroom, she said, “Is that where it’s going to happen?”

“Sure. Unless you want to use my roommate’s bedroom.”

Jill had by this time wandered into the living room, and the two women briefly introduced themselves to each other. But before I gave Chloe instructions on getting ready for the male onslaught, I had to settle something first.

“I thought,” I said, “your daughter was going to come with you.” (No pun intended there!)

Chloe looked irked again. “She was, but then at the last moment she said she had some errand to run. So she’ll be here–whenever.”

What errand could Jennifer have that was so urgent? Didn’t she want to see her mom getting gangbanged? I guess I didn’t put that very elegantly. What I meant was that I figured Jennifer would want to hover around Chloe like a mother hen to make sure nothing untoward happened. I just hoped she’d show up before too much more time passed.

Meanwhile, Chloe was itching to get ready–although she may not have been aware of what that really involved. As she stalked into my bedroom and began whipping off her clothes, I silently showed her the jar of cold cream.

She looked at it with disdain. “What the hell’s that for?”

“Lube,” I said laconically.

At that, she went pale. “Oh,” she said in a tiny voice.

“You do know the guys will want to, um, go in back there?”

“Yes,” she said, curling her lip as she thought of the disgusting antics of men.

A chill went through me. “You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”

Chloe looked defiantly at me and said, “No.”

“Omigod,” I said. “Do you know what you’re letting yourself in for?”

“Look, I can take anything these guys can dish out. I’m not exactly a shrinking violet, even though my husband thinks I’m a–” She cut herself off.

The following accounts we’re not my observations but Suzie’s retelling to me, Jim, since I was working and not always a part of Suzie’s days at home. I’ve put the narrative in the third person. Alas, for your pleasure, my hotwife….)

To Suzie, the front door was a gateway to adventure….

She had made a quick connection with Troy, their mail carrier and he dropped the mail and dropped his pants for her on a regular basis. But now Troy got assigned to another route and today ended the mystery as to his replacement.

On the sofa watching out the bay window it was like a movie premiere. She’d run back and forth trying not to miss his arrival but around noon nothing could distract her and she had to maintain her post.

Two things could harsh her anticipation:

a female carrier but she wouldn’t totally rule that out.

an unattractive carrier and even that was negotiable depending on the size of his dick.

The wait would soon be over as his truck pulled up across the street. When he got out…the clouds parted, the sun shined and angels sang….

He was young, tall, sandy haired and beachcomber good looking. She had hit the jackpot and given the seal of approval to Troy’s replacement.

Now came the next challenge: co-opt his sense of decorum and to aid in that she wore short shorts with just a sliver of white panty peeking out and a loose cotton top that barely hung onto her scrumptious tits, a glimpse of coming attractions.

Coming up the walkway to her mail slot she opened the door to greet him. “Hi!” she said almost falling out the screen door. “I can take that.”

“Sure, here you go,” he said as she posed with plenty of leg in the doorway.

“So you’re the new guy!?”

“Yup, this is my first route. Well have a nic…”

As he turned to go, “Say, would you like something cold to drink?” she asked, “just as a welcome to the neighborhood?”

“Thanks but I gotta keep things moving.”

She opened the door a little farther and seeing all of her he paused and when he did she ran her hand down her thigh. He still had all his hormones in tact and he wasn’t blind.

“Sure, why not, a quick one.”

She had him take the door so he could watch her rear end move. Stronger willed men than he had tried and failed to avoid its gravitational pull.

She pulled out a chair from the dining room table and he sat. From this level his gaze was filled with all of her spectacular body.

“Lemonade?” she offered.

“Sure, sounds good. Oh I’m Ben, by the way.”

“Hi Ben,” and as she set down the glass she leaned over and offered a better view of her cleavage.

“I’m Suzie, but you probably already read that off my mail.” The tone and timbre of her voice changed and as she sat she could easily read his interest. He was now locked into orbit around her.

“I’m so happy to have you in the neighborhood. Can I get you anything else,” she said so softly and standing next to him, barely touching his arm with her leg. At that moment he had touched down on planet Suzie.

Forgetting who he was and what he was supposed to be doing he reflexively put his hand on her beautiful ass and she bent over and stuck her tongue in his mouth and he tasted her nectar and wanted more.

He stood up and as he did he lifted her top off in one motion and tossed it on the floor. She had no bra and her tits remained upright and her nipples taut. He urgently licked and sucked her, working down towards her G spot and she trembling with excitement as he got closer.

Her shorts were gone in an instant and he lifted her small frame up on the kitchen counter and ate her pussy and three fingered her until she screamed with ecstasy at climax.

She leapt off the counter into his arms and sliding down him she tore away at his pants, eventually taking him in her mouth. She was voracious and relentless and he’d never had a blowjob like that.

It got him so charged mamak escort he bent her over the dining room table, much like Troy used to do, and fucked the shit out of her…and she loved it. She came again and he followed, grabbing her by the hair and unloading his cum all over face.

“Oh, fuck, Ben, that was good,” she said amongst the huge amount of cum he put out. “Can we make this a regular stop on your route?”

“Fuck yes,” he said, “but I have a confession to make. Troy told me all about you and your husband, so I knew. There was a big argument over who got this route so we drew numbers out of a hat and, can you believe it, the new guy won!! But now I understand why they were fighting. You are a fucking wet dream. Even my girlfriend doesn’t fuck me like that.”

He walked to the door, “I’m behind so I better get going. You were fantastic…see you soon, hottie.”

“Bye, baby.” When he was gone she thought to herself, ‘They were fighting over me at the post office? That is too good.’

***

Every once and awhile a couple of guys wearing white shirts, black ties and backpacks would traverse the neighborhood from door to door, leaving religious tracts and occasionally drawing the homeowner into conversation about them.

These earnest fellas had a mission and Suzie loved the banter. Instead of giving them the bum’s rush or closing the drapery like they were used to, Suzie would happily welcome them in with a glass of lemonade and a cheese and cracker plate.

This day’s prey…er, guests were Steve and Bill, two college guys who had decided to engage Suzie on the purpose of sex. Her choice of topics, of course. The debate went back and forth, even needing more crackers. Steve was pretty confident that his point of view was higher up…

“…and it tells us that we are weak when we succumb to the temptations of the flesh.”

“Well if you mean weak in the knees,” said Suzie, “I know exactly what you’re getting at.”

“No, I mean, it’s a sin!”

“That’s your word. I go with ‘fun’. That’s still three letters but more…ah…well, fun!!!”

They were at a philosophical logjam with a beautiful woman about sex. Hmmm.

“I’m just saying how great it is that we can have sex and you’re trying to explain why we should resist temptation except for procreation. I think it’s so much fun and why would you want to miss out on that?”

“We don’t think of it like that,” said Steve, “rather it’s a purpose from above that guides our loins.”

“We’ll let me ask this then,” getting serious, “my husband and I have no intention of breeding so what would you have us do? According to your model only prospective parents can enjoy sex.”

The guys were starting to get uncomfortable.

All Steve said was “‘Our seed shall not be spilt in vein.'”

“Is that a quote,” she said, “because I don’t remember that passage?”

“Well it’s something like that, right Bill?

“Ya, I guess…something like that.”

“Hold on right there and I’ll show you another perspective you might have overlooked. Be right back!”

It didn’t take Suzie long to slip into a pink, two piece lace lingerie set with pink stilettos. As usual she filled out the ensemble quite nicely.

As she came in the room they straightened up as if called to attention.

“Now, guys, tell me you’re not interested in this,” she said soft and sexy. Their mouths were open and speechless. Their heads followed her every move.

Posing seductively, she danced for them, edging closer then stopped inches away, her pussy at eye level. Then she reached down and stroked the boners that were quite obviously pushing to escape the front of their pants. “You guys seem interested in my point of view.” They were aroused but frozen.

“So here’s my offer to settle the argument. You can, one or both, leave and we will have had a great talk. Or…I’ll ofise gelen escort fuck both of you and you’ll leave here with a smile. Which would you prefer?”

They looked confusedly at one another like it was a trick question. Then she went and whispered in their ears as her hand touched their hard-ons lightly.

“I’d…like…to stay,” said Steve timidly. “Stay?” said Bill.

“Okay, you guys just relax and I’ll take care of this.”

Slinking up to them she popped their clip-on ties off while unbuttoning their shirts and undoing their pants.

Getting on her knees she pulled their hard-ons into the light and sucked off the lanky Steve while jerking Bill, the one with glasses. After blowing both of them she asked Steve to remove her bra, and gave him easy access by going down on him again. He, much to her surprise, undid the clasp, as she straightened up and he slipped it down her breasts. She put her arms around his neck and drew him onto her lips. “Thank you, baby.”

Glasses was next and she stood up in front of him and asked him to pull down her panties. She stopped him once, “Slower, baby, I want you to have a good time.” Stepping out of her panties she turned around, bent over and displayed her genitalia like a welcome sign. She reached between her legs and ran her fingers across her pussy. They were wide eyed and beating off furiously.

“Mmmmmm,” she said teasingly, “somebody needs to fuck me. I’m a very, very naughty girl.” Still standing in his fallen trousers, Steve, with no practice run, shoved his aching member inside her and slid it back and forth, staring at her voluptuous ass and holding on to her hips. “Mmmmmm, that’s nice, Stevie. Do you like fucking little Suzie?”

“Yes,” he croaked out.

“Fuck me a little harder,” and Steve picked up the pace while Bill jerked off watching them.

“Bill, come here and let me suck on that thing.” He excitedly got in front of her and laid his enlarged dick in her open mouth. Steve started getting more comfortable and began fondling her tits. She thought Steve would barely last two minutes before losing it but he kept going.

“Switch sides, boys.” As they did what she told them, when Steve came around she planted a sloppy kiss on him which led to him wanting more before eventually putting his chubby in her mouth. He excitedly gagged her with his enthusiasm.

“Oh gee, sorry, ma’am.”

Suzie reached back and rubbed herself and you heard a muted moan from her with a mouthful of Steve. Director Suzie, then took both of them out of their respective indulgences and told Steve to sit on the sofa and she mounted him reverse cowgirl. Then she got domineering and ordered Bill to lick her clit and to make sure he did it right she guided his head.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it, right there. Keep fucking me Stevie. Oh shit, that’s perfect.”

That configuration continued for several minutes when Suzie said, “Stand up,” and when they did she spun around on the couch with her legs in the air and instructed them to “Take turns fucking me and when you’re ready to cum, shoot it on my tits.”

Steve quickly jumped in and after pumping her sufficiently, unloaded on to her tits as instructed. Bill did the same and she was covered in their cum. She went into the kitchen and got a towel.

In the aftermath…

“So boys,” said Suzie matter of factly, “I’m glad we could have this talk and I hope now you see my point of view.”

“Oh we do,” said Steve, pulling his pants up. “Thanks again and I really mean it, thanks so much.”

“Ya, thanks,” said Bill enthusiastically. “Man, you’re really something. We’d love to stop by and talk again!”

“Would it be okay if we brought a couple friends next time?”

“Why not?” said Suzie as she continued to wipe Steve spunk from the corners of her mouth. “You see how communication breeds understanding? Bring your pals otele gelen escort and we’ll talk.”

They picked up their backpacks and left with big smiles on their faces.

***

Now one of Suzie’s big regrets about where they lived was not having a pool. Jenny had a pool and it drove her nuts that she couldn’t strut her stuff for friends and neighbors in her own pool. There was one other reason to have a pool;

The pool boy.

Jenny told her the many perks that went with having a pool boy. She even went so far as to make a short list of pool boy perks for Suzie to show Jim in the hopes that, they too, could have their own thirty thousand dollar hole in the ground.

Suzie constantly wears hot and sexy bikinis all summer.

Suzie gets an equally hot and sexy tan from being outside so much.

Suzie’s hot and sexy friend, Jenny, comes over to be on display for Jim.

They can host a nighttime pool party only lit by pool lights and featuring hot and sexy women who lose there suits. Finally and most importantly…

Suzie gets her very own hot and sexy pool boy to keep her ‘company’ while keeping up the pool.

When the girls presented Jim with the list he suggested to Suzie they save a bundle and Jenny share her pool boy with her, to which Jenny said, “I just got him trained, why would I farm him out? Even to my best pal!”

This was a good point because of potential scheduling conflicts, not to mention that Suzie would still lack the pretense of having a pool to ask the pool boy about in the first place.

Jim brought up what he thought would end the conversation, “You know, once you’ve fucked the pool boy, then he’s no longer a stranger and that’s your whole obsession.”

“Maybe that’s true but I need a decent stable of regulars to cover the down times and what better than a barely twenty something pool boy? And…and!! there’s a lot of turnover so I’d get a substitute or a new guy…or the owner! How about that?!”

“Suzie, you’re assuming they would all want to fuck you.”

“Jim, look at me…”

Facing the endless task of outwitting a superior force, with great reluctance Jim gave up and they went into hock for a new hole in the ground. He would enjoy it too…that is until the monthly billing amount on the loan came in the mail.

For Suzie there was an added perk and that came in the form of the hard hat studs assigned to build the pool. That meant a lot of jeans, plaid shirts, work boots and sweat to choose from.

Brady was the excavation boss and and operated the back hoe that dug the hole. It probably wasn’t a surprise then that he was chosen to fill Suzie’s. She lured him into Jim’s infamous shed and had his tool belt on the ground and his happy cock in her welcoming pussy. Being a healthy construction type he laid the wood to her like a hammer drill. She came twice and swallowed his cum.

After that, word traveled and suddenly there was much more attention paid to the project and the constant inspections were filling the street with trucks. Occasionally Jim would come home for lunch and, unable to find Suzie, would ask one of the workers if they’d “seen my wife?”

Without a word the guy looked in the direction of the shed and that was about all Jim needed to know. He’d built that shed himself to spy on Jenny next door so he knew the power of the shed.

It was the happiest bunch of pool workers known to mankind although the pace of construction was remarkably slow. It never dawned on them at the time, why would they want to finish the pool when they could finish in Suzie? They found out later workers were taking numbers (that again) for the next shot at Suzie’s not so private parts.

No less than 3 inspectors were on hand when they filled the pool for the first time. All eyes were glued to the sliding door waiting for bikini clad, dripping sex, Suzie, for the inaugural swim.

After coming up from her dive, she exclaimed, “Oh, it’s great!! Maybe you boys want to take a swim with me?”

“No trunks,” said the city inspector, playfully.

“That’s what I was hoping,” she said alluringly.

Jim left to go back to work and Suzie fucked all 3 of them in the new pool.

***

The pool boy.

Hmmmm, maybe that story’s better left for another time.

“With all due respect, Mr. Benson, but no!”

“Brad, I asked you in my office out of mutual respect. All I’m asking is to borrow Allie for five days. We’ll be back from Vegas on Friday. Please, reconsider.”

“Look, Mr. Benson, I’ve already given you tacit approval to fuck my wife, and whoever else you offer her to, but our marriage is fading into nothing because I hardly see her anymore. And now you want her for a whole week!?”

“What do you want?”

“What do I want?”

“What do you want in exchange for Allie’s absence?”

Brad was a little embarrassed that he even hesitated to think about the question. “I want to see my wife once in awhile.”

“What do you want? We’re lawyers, we negotiate all the time. Allie’s valuable to me so what do you want? Tell you what, how does this sound? Two escorts, paid for and at your home or office door every day until we get back? You can fuck them until your dick falls off.”

“Why Allie? You could hire any girl.”

“Because she’s special. I’ve never met a submissive like her. Not one as beautiful or as smart.”

“Then why waste time negotiating with me when you know she’ll say yes?”

Benson sat back in his chair.

“Because this excites me…negotiating with the husband of my little slut…it excites me.” He smiled like the Cheshire cat.

“Then like two good lawyers, let’s negotiate…”

“I’ve already got two girls a day on the table.”

“High priced escorts…I pick from an online catalog and they can come from anywhere in the world.”

“Done. Anything else?”

“Just one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“I want to be made a senior partner.”

Benson did not see that curveball coming. “You know I can’t just do that with a wave of my hand. It requires a vote by the other senior partners. Besides, don’t you think that would look a little obvious?”

“It’s been obvious to everyone for a long time that Allie’s helped me climb the ranks. The ball’s in your court.”

“Two expensive girls a day and you don’t have to come to work. You can spend the week fucking and drinking beer.”

“And a senior partnership.”

There was a long pause where Benson was sorry he didn’t just ask Allie. Gamesmanship got in the way of good judgment but he had to have Allie, especially for this mission.

“I’ll call a meeting today and get back to you. In principle and barring a setback, you’ve got a deal. But if I do this I don’t to hear, via her, anymore bitching about when or where I take her.”

“Mr. Benson, if I ever resign from this practice, all bets are off and my wife leaves with me so it’s probably best to keep both of us happy and you’ll be happy.”

He sat staring at Brad, speechless.

“Oh, and one more thing, if you have sex with my wife in your office again, you might want to be a little quieter about it.”

***

When Brad got home from work he discussed his meeting with Benson in the bedroom with Allie. While they changed she listened and she agreed with all that Brad had presented. While she was standing in front of the underwear drawer he looked at her half nude figure and suddenly felt a measure of pity for Benson who only got to know a part of her.

She was so stunningly beautiful that no wonder she was catnip for men.

“Honey, I’m so sorry that my sex drive has complicated everything…”

“No, Allie, you are who you are. I’ve had many chances to run away and instead I run right back into your arms. I love you. Today when I asked Benson why it had to be you he listed off things I’ve loved since we met.

“You’re my kinky girl but I’m so in love with you I wouldn’t know how to live without you.”

She fell on him on the bed and kissed him as if it were the last time she’d ever see him. They held one another for fear of losing the love that connected their hearts.

***

It was Sunday morning, Brad not so mysteriously made senior partner and Benson’s limousine pulled up out front.

“I gotta go, baby! His car is here!”

Brad bounded down the stairs…”bye, baby. Love you! See you Friday…text me!!…”

“I will…and don’t run off with one of those call girls!!!

And she jumped into his car and off to the airport.

Watching the car fade away Brad had sort of a sadness that was hard to shake…and then Syndi, his nooner, showed up.

***

“Where are we off to, Mr. Benson?” she asked chipper and ready.

“We’ll, my little slut, I hope you’ll enjoy all the fun rus escort we’re going to have this week. This is more personal than company business and I believe you are just the leverage I need to buy my way in. Besides that, it’s me wining and dining and fucking you for the week. Sound like fun?”

“Mmmmmm, yes, Mr. Benson. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you trying to buy into?

“Simply put it’s a brothel. A brothel that could make me a lot of money over the years. There are three investors and I would be the fourth if they’re convinced of my commitment and expertise in the matter. That’s where you come in.”

“What could I do? I’ve never been a prostitute.”

“Let’s put it this way, you might have to play one for a couple nights.”

***

“Nice, Syndi, very nice.” She had spread her legs for Brad and invited his cock to take a tour.

“Fuck me you bastard.” And so he did…a lot.

***

“What do you think,?” Benson asked trying to impress, “Nice hotel or what?”

“Oh my god, it’s gigantic.”

He purposely paused. “Oh, you mean the hotel…”

“Ha, ha, Mr. Funny Man.”

“I have to make an impression and it can’t be Motel 6. By the way, we’re staying in the penthouse.”

Benson obviously had some gravitas in the Vegas community and everything was near red carpet. Staff apparently knew him well and that was likely the result of his extravagant spending. It was a lose to win environment where a player with a girl on his arm, especially one like Allie, made the proper impression.

Allie wasn’t just a conversation piece she was a woman every man wanted.

When Allie saw the raw square footage and the opulence of the penthouse she was awed and danced across the room with floor to ceiling windows like she’d won the lottery. It was a perk that came with being a dream girl. She was excited, prepared to pay for this panoramic view from the penthouse with her pussy.

“The men coming here tonight might need some convincing that I’m the caliber of investor they’re looking for, sharp and knows women. I’ve every reason to believe that your entertainment gifts will make me look good.”

“Well I’ll certainly do my best, Mr. Benson.”

“I know you will, Allie, so before dinner and our guests arrive…”

***

“…I want to fuck you blind. Bobbie, you’re hotter than your pics. But before I have you naked and screaming, how about a bite to eat,” Brad said, as he put her back on the sofa, spread her long legs and feasted on her expensive pussy…

***

…was what Benson counted on to seal the deal. He forced his cock further down Allie’s throat and was amazed at how long she could hold it.

While she blew him he casually took a cell call.

“Yes! Stan!…absolutely…nine sharp…looking forward to it…oh, and I brought an aperitif with me you just have to try…hehe, she’s delicious and sucking my cock right now…see you then.”

He looked down at Allie and said, “Jerk me, swallow my cum and we’ll go get dinner.”

She finished him as directed and changed her dress for dinner. Sitting on the bed watching her dress he never tired of her beautiful body. Right at that moment he imagined being in Brad’s place, waking up to this gorgeous slut every morning. On the other hand, maybe sexually owning her was better…no prenup and her services on demand.

Watching her pull on ultra sexy lingerie for the night’s guests he felt his cock want more and had to talk himself down.

Teasingly, she said, “Are you enjoying the show, Mr. Benson?”

“Oh yes, my sweet little slut. The view is stupendous. By the way, I should warn you, I’ve seen these guys in action and they can get rough at times. They play hard and fuck hard.”

Allie felt herself getting moist at the thought…

***

…of Bobbie in Brad’s bed. She was a raven haired beauty hired for the whole night so why not take his time. He would undress her slowly and sensually before doing it…

***

“…with plenty of energy,” said Benson, “because they’re silver spoon twenty somethings who buy whatever they want. If they can’t buy it then in their minds it has little to no value. I know, it’s ignorant but that’s how they see the world, which brings me back to what I was suggesting earlier.

“I want you to fuck all of them but then I guarantee they will want to buy you for the brothel. It’s called The Stable. Of course, I will offer sıhhiye escort to lend you to them for a couple days instead. For those two days, just like the other girls, you’ll have to fuck every client who comes in and wants you. So can you do that for me?”

“That would make me a whore but, yes, I’ll do it.”

“Actually, it would make you a slut pretending to be a whore.”

“Hehe, fine line, eh?”

“After this, they’ll want me to join the investment group and we can make regular visits here.”

“I doubt Brad will appreciate that.”

“‘Senior’ partner, Brad, will have to live with it. I doubt if he’s complaining too much at the moment, with that parade of hotties I sent him.”

The investors hit the door bell right on time and after handshakes and salutations their eyes went to Allie, looking like pure sex. “And who is this?” asked one of them.

“This is my personal assistant, Allie.”

Taking her hand he said, “Hello, Allie, I’m Stan Brown and you’re a vision.”

“Hello, Mr. Brown. Thank you.”

The other two, Phil Koegan and Jim James, followed and the three of them were in an Allie trance, forgetting the man who invited them there in the first place. That was not lost on Benson. He didn’t care as long as he got in on the deal.

“We have a bartender for the evening so order what you wish.”

The conversation went straight to the brothel and Allie sat quietly, legs crossed and on display, smiling slightly. Negotiation went around the room and basically it was Benson’s ability to fit into the younger group that seemed on trial, not the financial.

Allie, sensing what was necessary, spoke up for the first time. “Excuse me, gentlemen, if I’m not intruding,…”

“Go ahead, Allie,” said Mr. Brown.

“If this business is about women then I would suggest that there’s no one in this room who knows more about women than Mr. Benson and, with all due respect, that includes all of you.

“I would have you consider the following facts: (she stood up) I’m a married submissive slut who can’t ever get enough cock. Before this night is over I hope to fuck the shit out of all of you gentlemen and make you very happy campers and keep in mind that Mr. Benson’s taste in women made this happen. (she stepped forward towards Brown)

“I’d like that nice big bulge in your pants shoved hard into my pussy right now, Mr. Brown.”

Brown stood up and methodically unzipped her dress and let it drop to me floor revealing an exquisite body that only made them harder. “Holy fuck,” said Brown as he unbuckled his pants and kicked them aside.

“You are a fucking hot bitch,” he said as though he’d already surrendered to her assets, “and from the moment I met you I HAD to fuck you. How about we see where this goes?”

He circled her, dragging his fingers over her body and sizing up his prey. She posed provocatively in bra, panties, stockings and heels that begged for his touch. “Take off your panties,” he commanded her.

“Yes, Mr. Brown.”

He stuck his middle finger up her pussy, withdrew it, noting, “Wet and ready.”

“Always, Mr. Brown.”

Standing behind her he slapped her buttocks hard and she winced at the blow. Moving in front of her he grabbed her by the throat with his left hand until her face became flushed. With his right he deftly snapped off the clasp on her bra and ripped it off her.

He was impressed with her breasts and groped her while keeping his hand around her throat. “Very sweet rack, don’t you think, boys?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” said James, standing up. “I think you’re going to need some help with this girl, Stan.”

“Ya, Stan,” said Koegan, “that’s too much woman for one man.”

They took her to the couch by the window, facing her towards the window and while she took in the panoramic view they stuffed her panties in her mouth. Then the three men took turns roughly fucking her from behind, occasionally slapping her ass, turning it a bright crimson.

She came in short time and Brown, feeling her clamp down on his dick, let everyone know that the “bitch just orgasmed. She’s loving it.”

Benson watched as their cocks banged into Allie, the point seeming to be utter domination. They took large handfuls of her hair, yanking her body back on their dicks. Then after nearly an hour of them drinking and fucking her like that, Stan sat on the couch and told her to “Mount up!”

She straddled him sincan escort and then Phil came, poured part of his drink over her asshole and rudely inserted his still hungry member. The sensation of both their cocks caused her to cum again and she screamed into the panties, “Muummpphhh!!!!!”

James got up on couch by her and, “Suck my cock, bitch!” He removed the panties and she took him in her last remaining hole. They moved like a machine and Benson watched his little slut get fucked from every direction and he couldn’t deny the arousal that pushed on his trousers to get out.

He loved fucking her immensely but the voyeur side of him loved to watch other men do her as well.

After another half hour, James and Koegan switching out of her ass, everyone needed to shoot their load, Brown said, “Let’s go bukkake on this girl.”

The men pulled out and told Allie to lie back on the carpet. Surrounding her they jerked their load on her face, the lines of jizz leaving crisscrossing trails like an abstract painting.

Zipping up their flies they left Allie on the floor and turned to Benson.

“She’s a great fuck,” said Brown, apparently the group spokesman, “and after you present the dollars to our account and signatures are complete you can consider yourself a partner in The Stable.”

Benson smiled and they shook hands.

“Just one more thing,” continued Brown, “we want Allie for The Stable. A girl like that would bring back customers in droves.”

“I’m glad to help grow the business anyway I can but I can’t give you Allie for any amount of money. She’s really not mine to sell anyway. I own her sexually but that’s the extent of it. What I will do in good faith is loan her to The Stable for a couple days to boost interest before we go home.

“Alright, I get it but when you’re here I want her here, deal? And we want more girls like Allie so since you’re supposedly the whore whisperer we expect some out of town visits from some of your girls.”

“Deal. I’ve got a petite blonde spitfire, Chrissy, who’d probably love a vacation for cash.”

***

The next morning, Allie and Benson took a limo out to the The Stable and met the management and some of the other girls.

“Yes, we got a call from Mr. Brown saying Allie would be with us for a couple days,” said the manager, Billie. “We’ll take good care of her, Mr. Benson.”

They kissed goodbye and he left.

For the next two days Allie dressed in numerous outfits and entertained a spectrum of fetishes and did her best to give them whatever they wanted even if it was so offbeat she hadn’t a clue.

She had a particular affection for the ‘lineup’. Most men called ahead, knew what they wanted and made a reservation but drop-ins got to pick from the lineup. She loved being lusted over and even more, picked.

In those two days she saw the good, the bad and the just plain boring. They came in all shapes and sizes and regardless of their looks she had more orgasms than she could count. She was an extraordinary fantasy fuck who garnered a lot of fans who found out later she was no longer there.

Stan Brown offered her a big payday to stay but in the end she missed Brad but promised to come back because, of course, she loved being used and what better than a place like The Stable for that.

It was a little sad for her that brothels were only legal in such a small portion of the Sates. She had the kind of libido that would thrive in that environment. She didn’t care so much about the money but the sex was like oxygen to her and she enjoyed random men with a decided warp?

***

Benson picked her up Friday morning on the way to the airport. “So, how’d it go?”

“Funny enough, I liked it.

“I had the feeling you would.”

“The girls were great and I loved dressing up for the customers, being different characters.”

The flight home was uneventful except Benson’s urge to fuck Allie in the first class bathroom. Everyone, including the attendants, knew what they were doing but no one challenged him so they happily returned to their seats.

When he dropped her off at home, Brad came running out the front door and she leapt into his arms and kissed him. Benson watched them before pulling away and got that tinge of envy again.

***

That night, at Brad’s request, she told him bedtime stories of her two day stay in the whorehouse. When she had shared all the sexy details of the men who did her, he was excited beyond belief and so revved up he fucked her good and hard, the way she liked it.

“And so how was your week?” she said giggling.

“How about we save that for tomorrow?” he said.

As they got under the sheets to sleep…”And by the way,” she said with a smile, dangling a pair of panties on her forefinger, “these aren’t mine.”

This is a story about life, love, and a cheating wife. Not the most far-fetched idea, but it was worlds away from where we started. This is our story.

(Note to readers: I am a new writer, only two months attempting this. I had thought excepting comments from readers would help me become better with constructive criticism, but with the poor excuse for humans on this platform, that was not to be. It has gotten to the point where I cannot tolerate their vile putrid comments that I will no longer accept comments on my stories. I apologize in advance, as I’m sure this will take me longer before I become anywhere near proficient at this art, but it’s the only avenue I see. Thank you for reading.)

Cheating, Lying, and Revenge

Part Six

Julia’s cunt pays me, Shea’s pleases me

As I was driving home, I got a pleasant surprise on my phone. Apparently, Geoff set up a text message system where I would get dollar to dollar updates throughout the day. I hadn’t been gone fifteen minutes and she already had $80 in her whore a count. They were lining up to use her, and I’m sure she will enjoy that. As I pulled in the driveway, I received a text from Shea with some outfit pictures. She was only seven minutes away, so I told her I’d be right there for her to model them for me.

When I got to the store Shea was dressed in her boots, a white button up blouse with few buttons done, an insanely short black skirt, and nothing else. The look on her mother’s face was priceless as I shot a look of lust towards her daughter. Shea ran up to me, kissed me and gave me a big hug, but when she did, her skirt rose above her ass where my hand was feasting. After we broke out embrace, she made no attempt to pull it back down, just went about her business of looking at clothes.

(Tina): “For lords sake pull your skirt down, you look like a whore.”

(Shea): “I am going to be a whore Mom, that’s why we’re shopping for new clothes.”

(Me): “And a sexy whore you are at that. Did you get that mess between your legs cleaned up?”

(Shea): “Yes I did sir.”

(Me): “Show me.”

(Tina): “Oh Not here in the store.”

(Shea): “Yeah Mom, right here in the store. I’m his whore not your kid anymore and I do what he wants me to do, no matter what. If you have any complaints, tell them to Daddy.”

Shea walked over to where I was sitting, pulled her skirt up to her waist, bent at the knees a bit to push her pelvis out and asked me if I liked it. It was a beautiful clean hairless young pussy on display in front of me, and I couldn’t help but rub my hand over it to feel the softness.

(Me): “I absolutely love you fresh looking cunt my whore.”

She smiled at me, smirked at Tina, and grabbed some clothes to try on in the dressing room. Each time she had an outfit on, she would walk out to me for me to inspect her, and she chose some short slutty stuff, and she left buttons undone wherever possible. After the last outfit was tried on, she started to walk back in and out her clothes back on, and I walked in right behind her.

She gave me an almost perfect blow job, concentrating in her technique and staring into my eyes. She didn’t miss a drop as she collected my cum in her mouth, then with a giggle pushed some out onto her chin and breasts. She was thoroughly enjoying abusing her mother while pleasing me. I walked out zipping up my pants and she followed close behind totally naked.

(Shea): “Mom, can you get me some tissues or something, I seem to have made a mess.”

(Tina): “Get back in there and I’ll get you something.”

Again, I heard that girly giggle and she blew me a kiss before going back into the changing room. Tina handed some paper towels into Shea and then gave me a hateful look.

(Shea): “Do you see what you’ve done to my daughter?”

(Me): “Tina, you stupid cunt, think about this. Other than seeing her outside your house I’ve only known her for 24hours now. Yet, she’s one of the biggest sluts of her age that I ever saw. Why do you suppose that is you fat pig? Your husband has been using that cunt right under your roof or she’s been in the streets practicing, one or the other.”

The thought that I might be right sent horror through her, just thinking about Dave fucking his own daughter and she knew nothing about it. It didn’t matter if it was true, just the possibility was punishment enough for her.

Shea came bouncing out of the dressing room, carrying the cum soaked paper towels and put them in Tina’s purse, then went back to pick up her new clothes.

(Me): “I like everything you picked out, and I have total confidence in what you’ll chose next. When over at Victories secret, also pick up a garter belt and some stockings. Make sure you go shoe shopping and get regular heels as slutty as those boots.”

I left them and headed home to see a text from Geoff that stated he would resend the text every hour and give me hourly updates on her earnings which were $160 for the first hour, and as the night went on the club would be busier and so would she.

Looking like I was having the grup escort night alone, I decided to start evaluating Shea’s slut level and start her training. Not knowing what she had done in the past I needed to get an idea of how far she would go on her won without me Doing anything but asking so I decided to call her.

(Shea): “Hello Sir, I wasn’t expecting to her from you until tomorrow?”

(Me): “That’s your first lesson my slut, don’t expect or try to plan, just be ready at all times.”

(Shea): “Yes sir, I will remember that.”

(Me): “How did you know to call me Sir when I called?”

(Shea): “It came up as sir in the caller ID sir.”

(Me): “Very well my pet, are you ready to get started with your training?”

(Shea): “Yes sir, anything you wish.”

(Me): “Have you been remaining naked except for shopping today with your mom?”

(Shea): “Completely except for the slut boots you said you liked, and we picked up more today for me to show you.”

(Me): “We can do that tomorrow, but for now I want you to follow my instructions to the letter. You’re going to walk over here naked without covering your body in any way, and you’re not coming through the backyards, I want you to walk out your front door and come to mine.”

(Shea): “That’s really daring, its not totally dark yet, and mom will have a stroke.”

(Me): “Listen to me Girl, I don’t care who sees you and I certainly don’t care about your mom’s feelings. The only thing you should worry about is doing what I asked you to do.”

(Shea): “Yes sir, I’m sorry sir, I will be there in just two minutes.”

(Me): “That’s a good slut, see you when you get here.”

So far so good, a bit apprehensive but willing to try and please me. That mother could end up being a problem, I’m glad I set it up with them having no contact. While waiting for her to come over, I checked in on Julia’s progress for the night. She was up to $220, and she was bent over that metal desk, one cock in her mouth and one in her pussy, with three Men waking behind the guy who is fucking her. Just as I closed that feed on my phone the doorbell rang.

(Me): “Come in my slut, glad you did as I asked.”

(Shea): “Mom had a cow when I walked out the front door naked. She was staring at me out the window the whole way over here.

(Me): “This is how I want you to handle her from now on. Don’t interact with her when she shows disapproval, act like you did the first time she saw my cum on your lips and tits. Stand up straight, strut when you walk and smirk at her, that will do more to put her in her place more than anything you could possibly say.”

(Shea): “Yes sir, I will enjoy doing that to her, she is just such a bitch judging others when she is a mess all by herself, and she does nothing but get worse.”

(Me): “I noticed that about her years ago. But enough about her, lets get to you. I’m going to ask you some questions, teach you some basic things, and see where you’re uncomfortable and need some attention.”

(Shea): “I am willing to be honest with you about my experience, if that’s what you’re talking about, and will gladly except any training you can give me.”

(Me): “Good slut, now do you know what a submissive position is?”

(Shea): “I have heard of it, but don’t know it or understand it.”

(Me): “Well then, follow me knot the living room and get down in your knees in front of me once I sit.”

She followed me in a natural submissive posture by outing her hands behind her back and gazing downward as she walked, then got on her knees once I sat down in a chair.

(Me): “Now to start, put your ankles tightly together, then sit your ass on top of them.”

(Shea): “That sounds easy enough.”

(Me): “Shea, during training or instruction, you simply do as your told and don’t respond by commenting.”

She immediately realized what she had done, meaninglessly responding to my instruction, so she shifted her gaze back to the floor.

(Me): “Now, spread your knees as far apart as your shoulders are from each other, then try to figure out what to do with your hands and tell me what you decide.”

(Shea): “The only thing that feels natural is to put them behind me, is that right?”

(Me): “Yes, it is but when you do that don’t put your hands together, put your forearms in the small of your back. Now can you tell me what that pose telegraphs to anyone seeing you?”

(Shea): “Other than having my legs spread I’m not really sure?”

(Me): “Yes, your legs being spread says that your pussy is open to those seeing you, your breasts are sticking forward offering them up, your hands and arms behind you say that you will put up no defense to any touch, and your eyes looking downward says you’re just waiting to be spoken to or used.”

(Shea): “Yes, I feel that I’m offering up my body to you.”

(Me): “Yes, and the important word is offering, not me taking. Once you fully give yourself to me as my slut and whore, I won’t need to take anything from you, you will iranlı escort just willingly be there for my use. Do you understand what I’m talking about?”

(Shea): “Yes, I think so, although this is all new to me, well somewhat new.”

(Me): “Stop right now! You Don’t keep any secrets from me ever.”

(Shea): “Well, somethings are embarrassing, and I’ve made some mistakes.”

(Me): “Come join me on the couch, we need to talk. Now, just so you don’t leave anything out, I’m going to ask you pointed direct questions and you’re going to answer them honestly and completely. If I get close to something without asking you directly, you are to volunteer that information, Understood?”

(Shea): “Yes sir, I will be completely honest and upfront with you.”

(Me): “OK, lets start simple. I know when you first had my cock in your mouth, you weren’t experienced in that activity. Tell me about your history with sucking in cocks.”

(Shea): “Well, you’re the first that ever bothered to teach me how, every other one just rammed down my throat choking me like I wasn’t supposed to breath.”

(Me): “how many boys have shoved their cocks in your mouth?”

(Shea): “Well, that’s some of the embarrassing stuff.”

(Me): “It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed, you need to come clean and tell me.”

(Shea): “You have to promise me you won’t get angry with me; I really didn’t have a choice.”

(Me): “The only reason I’m going to get angry is you not telling me what I asked, now tell me!”

(Shea): “Well the first time I was eleven years old. I went to the park with my dad, and he pulled over behind a warehouse. He told me that is what all girls do that for their daddies, and if they don’t their daddies get mad at them. It was the first time and he got mad at me when I didn’t swallow and made a mess in his car. After that he took every chance to make me do it, and he would hold my head down until I swallowed each drop.”

(Me): “Then how did that progress?”

(Shea): “He was satisfied with that until I developed tits at fifteen, then he started sneaking in my room at night. He would fuck me whenever he wanted and made sure I didn’t say anything to anybody. But when I was seventeen, I told a girlfriend, and she told her dad. He went over and beat the hell out of my father and kept me at his house for three days. My last night there he invited friends over, they all got drunk and fucked me for hours on end. I went home the next morning and never went back.”

(Me): “What about boys your own age or men that weren’t your father or fathers of your friends?”

(Shea): “No but almost one time. I was with a boy but all he could do was cum on my mouth, then he said we would have to wait until he could do it again.”

(Me): “So you have never fucked anyone?”

(Shea): “I told you about my dada and my friends dad and his friends.”

(Me): “Yeah, but they all fucked you, you never did anything but lay there right?”

(Shea): “Yes, that’s pretty much it.”

(Me): “Well, I going to teach you how to fuck as well as be fucked. What about anally, has anyone fucked you in your ass?”

(Shea): “My dad tried once but I made too much noise, so he just used my pussy.”

(Me): “What about toys, do you fuck yourself with toys?”

(Shea): “No, my mom would have a fit if I had anything like that. She searches my room often to see if I’m having sex with any boys.”

(Me): “Well then, lets start teaching you how to fuck. Now first you slowly suck the mans cock to make him nice and hard, the harder the better. Then for this time, you will climb on my lap with your knees by my hips and lower yourself down onto my cock, then just slowly up and down with your hands around my neck. Do you think you can do that?”

Shea didn’t even answer, she just pulled down my shorts and started lovingly sucking my cock, and when she was ready she mounted me with the sweet tight pussy between her legs. I taught her how to use her muscles to squeeze and milk a cock while she rode it, and how changing her angle could make it feel better for her. She must have been extra horny because it didn’t take long for her to or my get going.

(Shea): “Oh wow, that feels great. Am I doing a good job fucking you? I want to do this more.”

(Me): “You will, don’t worry you will. You learn fast and you’ll make a great slut.”

(Shea): “Oh, this feels soooo goooood. I think I want to go faster, is that ok sir?”

(Me): “Yeah slut, you go as fast and as rough as you want, you’re fucking me remember?”

(Shea): “Oh Fuck, this feels great, I like fucking. Something is happening and it feels greeaaat. Oh, shit this feels good, Jesus, I can’t tell you what’s happening but it’s taking over.”

(Me): “You’re building up to cum my sweet slut. Haven’t you ever cum before?

(Shea): “No, I never done that, are you sure this is what that is? Ohhhh, shit, fuck, it’s happening, I can’t stop it, here it is.”

Shea let out a mix of a squeal and a scream as she came hard keçiören escort on my cock, grabbing it with her tight internal muscles, trying to subconsciously milk me as she gushed. She convulsed and shook on me as she gave me everything she had, making me fill her untrained cunt. As she came down, she had difficulty catching her breath, so I just held her close until she recovered.

(Me): “Now, I have to take you back to you house.

(Shea): “No, I have to clean up. My father told me never to do anything until I clean up.”

(Me): “You’re going to learn a new way of getting clean. Just come with me.”

We walked over to the house and I kicked the door open, walked in to Tina screaming and Dave running down the stairs.

(Me): (yelling) “Tina, clean off that dining room table right now. Dave, get the fuck over here.”

Tina just stood there and did nothing while Dave froze in place seeing my anger. I yanked the table loth off causing everything to go crashing to the floor. Tina walked towards me acting defiant and ready to take me on.

(Me): “You piece of shit, you let that predator force this girl to suck his cock since she was eleven, and he was fucking her under your roof for that past five years, and you did nothing? I’ll have you both arrested, him for sexual abuse of a minor and you for child abuse you worthless fucks.”

I walked Shea over to the table, helped her get up onto it, and told her to keep her legs closed until I told her different. I grabbed Dave by the back of the hair and forced him to sit down directly in front of Shea’s knees. I pushed her legs open and forced his head between them.

(Me): “You like your daughters pussy so much, well then clean it with your tongue, and don’t stop until your done and don’t wipe your face afterwards.”

(Tina): “That son of a bitch assaulted my daughter?”

(Me): “Oh shut up you ignorant cunt. This happened in your house under your nose, if you wanted to see it you would have bitch. Make sure you get all that cum out of her pussy Dave, you do not want to fuck with me now.”

He licked, slurped, and sucked in her hole until there was no more for him to get, then I made him kneel in front of Tina.

(Me): “Bitch, clean his face of my cum with your tongue and don’t miss any of it.”

She did just as I ordered her to, but I wasn’t the least bit pleased. This woman, this mother, this ignorant cunt that acted “holier than thou”, allowed her own daughter to be abused by her deviant pervert of a husband under her own roof for the past eight years, and now as a young adult woman, she acts like what I’m doing is perverse. I wanted more pain in this woman’s existence and I found a way to get it.

(Me): “Shea, I know I said I wasn’t taking you until tomorrow, but I’m not letting you stay here tonight. Go get your packed bags and bring them down to the front door. And bring a large beach towel down with you too.”

Shea did as I asked and brought everything downstairs to the front door. She looked at me quizzically when she handed me the towel but didn’t speak, she just patiently waited until I made my next move.

(Me): “Tina, give me one good reason I shouldn’t call the police, and have you both taken away?” Your silence tells me you don’t have one, and I’m having a hard time finding one too. Just take your daughters bags and put them in my front porch, at least you can serve to your daughter in some little way. Let’s go Shea.”

We walked arm in arm, Shea naked as the day she was born, walking behind her mother who was struggling to carry two bags. When we got to my house, I sent Tina home and Shea and I went inside. I was not going to let her go back to that house alone, but I have to pick up Julia in the morning and get her on her flight. How was I going to have my new slut and my old whore in the house at the same time? That just sounded like a recipe for disaster to me so I decided to fill Shea in on almost everything and ask for her help to stay out of sight for an hour tomorrow morning. Shea being extremely happy with the way I treated her parents, and taught her how to degrade them, was overjoyed to help me.

I checked in on Julia’s account and she was up to $540, with numerous hours to go. I checked the video feed, and she was in her back on the desk, one guy below her in her ass, with another punching his cock in her cunt, one stroking in and out of her mouth, and one in deck in each hand. She was going to be busy for a while, so I went back to the business, or slut at hand.

I called Geoff and filled him in on the situation in front of me and he suggested I bring Shea with me in the morning. I was unsure why, but he just told me she needed to see what happens to Julia and friends. He had been right about everything up until now, so I went along with what he said. I had just one more day to get through until I get to find out how this ends with Julia, and I had a willing young slut to help me get there. I should have troubles like this more often.

We spent the night with each other, and Shea was determined to pleasure me multiple times during the night, waking me suckling my cock only to climb on and fuck me at different paces and in different positions. She was learning and experimenting with her technique and started to find out what felt good to her as she pleasured me. We finally went to sleep for the night, knowing I had a big day tomorrow.

My loving wife and I have been together for almost thirty years now, married for the last twenty of them. We had both been married previously and neither of us were anxious to jump right back into the saddle after our divorces. Well okay, I guess maybe it was more me than her. I was happy being single for a few years after my first marriage had failed.

We’ve always had a good sex life. It was never dull. We enjoyed every position we could imagine and every kind of sex including anal. My wife had an insatiable appetite for sex. She was proud to tell friends that she liked to swallow. Occasionally we spiced things up with minor bondage. We even briefly experimented with water sports and some minor scat play.

One thing I could never get my wife interested in was having sex with another man or men. I always had a fantasy for watching her. Early in our relationship I had gotten her to tell me in detail about some of her sexual exploits with prior lovers. That provided fuel to the fire for me wanting to watch.

Cindy is eleven years younger than myself. She is fifty-five and I am sixty-six. For the past few years I’ve had difficulty in getting a full erection. I also have issues with premature ejaculation.

Due to heart issues I’m unable to take Viagra or other erectile dysfunction medications. Our wonderful sex life has all but disappeared. I still pleasure my wife orally but the only thing hard she gets between her legs is the dildo I bought for her. While she claims to be happy with what we do, I feel bad for not being able to give her the pleasure of a good hard cock between her legs.

Because of my performance issues I’ve started pushing more for my wife to have sex with other men. I would truly enjoy seeing the pleasure she would get but she continues to be adamant against it.

Cindy claims that she couldn’t enjoy sex without also having the intimate feelings of making love. I’ve tried to convince her that having sex for the pleasure it provides is really no different than masturbation. I thought it was a valid argument but she still wouldn’t budge on her standards.

Despite my wife’s insistence that she wouldn’t do it, I never gave up on the idea of watching her with another man. Every so often I continue to bring up the idea without pushing it too hard on her.

The first time I sensed my wife’s attitude was changing was one evening when we watched some porn together online. We often do that now to spice things up a bit. On this particular night I picked a video showing a women enjoying sex with four men at the same time.

Cindy watched but didn’t say much throughout the video. Even though this was something I very much enjoyed I hadn’t picked a video with that topic before since it seemed to be something my wife wasn’t into. I hoped I wasn’t pushing the idea too hard.

I got the answer very quickly. When I went down on her orally afterwards, her pussy was as wet and slimy as I ever remembered it being. It took little time before she pulled my head tight into her crotch and moaned loudly with orgasmic pleasure.

For the entire evening Cindy seemed more turned on than I had seen her in a number of years. Despite her obvious pleasure she still never mentioned the video and I never questioned her on it.

A few weeks later another incident occurred that really got me thinking she had changed her mind about being fucked by a group of men. It was a Saturday morning. I had some errands to run and was gone for a few hours.

When I returned, my wife was in an incredibly happy mood. It’s not that she isn’t always in a good mood but this time seemed more pronounced.

That afternoon Cindy went shopping while I did some yard work. When I put my sweaty shirt in the hamper, my wife’s panties were laying on top. They were noticeably wet in the gusset. I couldn’t resist checking them out.

Cindy’s panties were absolutely soaked with her juices. There was no doubt she had masturbated that morning when I was gone and I wondered what had got her so turned on.

I went to the computer to see if she had been watching any porn as that is what she likes to do when she masturbates. When I checked the history I found she had watched three videos. Each involved a female participating in a gang bang.

My heart began to beat with excitement. It appeared that at long last my wife was coming around to the idea of having sex with multiple men, and hopefully with me watching.

I didn’t say anything to her that day about the computer or her masturbating. A few nights later I broached the subject and got pretty much her usual no interest response. It confused me yet it seemed that deep down inside she was more interested than she was letting on.

The next time we watched porn together it was Cindy’s turn to choose the video. I was absolutely shocked when she picked a gang bang video where the husband was watching his wife. I looked at her curiously but didn’t say anything and she smiled.

As we watched the video I could tell she was getting into it. During kızılay escort a scene where the woman was sucking one guy while being fucked by another she moaned faintly and sighed.

“Oh god, that is so hot.”

I again looked at her with curiosity.

“So you like that?”

“Mmmm, uh-huh.”

I was loving it and enjoyed letting her watch. After the woman had fucked and sucked in every position she was laying on the bed with her legs spread. She looked at her husband who had watched every moment.

“It’s your turn honey. Come eat my delicious creamy cum filled cunt.”

My wife looked at me.

“And that’s what you want to do?”

“I would love it!”

Cindy shook her head as if in disbelief. Nothing more was said until the video was over. I looked at her with eager anticipation.

“So what do you think? Are you game?”

“It is hot but I really don’t think I could just have sex with someone for the fun of it. I’m sorry. Besides, I can’t imagine any guy wanting to get it on with my fat flabby middle aged body. I’d be embarrassed to have a stranger see me naked.”

“What do you mean? You have a great body and you’re sexy as hell. There are lots of men who would jump your bones in a heartbeat “

“Thanks, but you’re my husband. I know I’m fat and I’m sorry for being that way.”

The conversation went nowhere after that. My wife was very self conscious of her looks. I knew it wouldn’t matter what I said, I couldn’t convince her.

Cindy had always been a little chunky and she gained several pounds after getting a full hysterectomy. She had to quit taking the hormone pills that helped alleviate weight gain due to a high risk of cancer in her family. Although my wife exercised regularly it didn’t seem to help.

At five foot two and one hundred eighty-five pounds, my wife had gone past chunky to chubby. She didn’t mind that her thirty-six inch C cup breasts had gotten a bit bigger but Cindy hated that her big butt had gotten bigger, fatter and more flabby. She also hated the fleshy paunch hanging over her pubic area. Despite her weight gain, to me she was still an attractive woman.

After that night I started thinking that maybe I should just make it happen. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that my wife would enjoy it. I needed to find the right time and place. I also needed to find some men who would be interested in having sex with my wife while allowing me to watch.

For our twentieth wedding anniversary celebration Cindy and I went to a resort and casino for a weekend. We arrived on Friday night and enjoyed a nice romantic dinner. Most of our time on Saturday was spent around the pool and after dinner that evening we headed to the casino.

Cindy wore white leggings with a loose fitting bright colored print top. She felt comfortable and I have to say that she looked fabulous.

Neither Cindy or I are big gamblers. She does enjoy the roulette table and that is generally where she spends most of her time. I play some too but for the most part I just hang with her and watch.

After about an hour at the table Cindy was up a few dollars and continued to play. She is very outgoing and was enjoying the group at her table. Included were three men. Each appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties, average build, tan, and reasonably good looking.

My wife after having a few drinks was her usual outgoing happy and somewhat flirty self with the three guys. They seemed to be without female companionship and seeing that I had no objections flirted back.

One other thing I noticed about the three men, they seemed to like my wife’s butt. There were times when Cindy bent over to place chips on the table, her top pulled up enough to allow a view of her lace panties noticeably showing through her white leggings. I saw them looking every time.

As Cindy continued to play I took a break and went to the restroom. While standing at the urinal, one of the three men from the roulette table stepped up next to me. We acknowledged each other and as we washed our hands we began to chat.

“It looks like your wife is having fun. I think she won a nice amount right after you walked away.”

“That’s great. She loves to win no matter how much it is.”

When I had earlier seen the men checking out Cindy my mind had already started thinking this might possibly be the moment I was hoping for. Without my wife around it was the perfect time to find out more about this threesome of eligible men.

“It looks like a guys weekend for you and your friends.”

“Yea, we get together here two or three times a year. We went to college together and live in different states now. This place is great because it’s centrally located. Each of us got divorced in the last few years so it’s easy for us to get away.”

Hearing divorced and knowing the three were on their own was like music to my ears.

“Hey, if you got a few minutes how about we go outside of the restroom and kolej escort talk.”

“Sure, that game isn’t going anywhere and I can use a break from losing money.”

Trying to not sound like someone pimping out his wife I told the guy what I hoped to do.

“Wow, I haven’t been involved in any type of gang sex thing since college but you have me interested. I’m pretty certain my buddies won’t object either. Are you sure your wife is interested?”

“She’ll be hesitant but I know it’s something she wants to do. Once she gets started she won’t want to stop.”

“Yea, we won’t want to stop either.”

“She is self conscious about her body. She’s middle aged and has a few pounds on her.”

“She shouldn’t worry about it. I think she looks great.”

“One thing I know she’ll be worried about with having sex with strangers is STD’s.”

“We’re all clean. We don’t sleep around. In fact we’re all in steady relationships again.”

It was perfect. He introduced himself as Scott and we talked through the final plans then went back to the roulette table. Cindy had a huge pile of chips.

“Hey, what took you so long?”

“I was just wandering around watching other people losing their money.”

“Well look at how much I’ve won since you left.”

“That’s great. It looks like a good time to cash out.”

“Don’t be silly, I’m on a roll. Plus as long as I’m playing the drinks are free. I might as well enjoy them.”

As my wife continued playing I saw Scott smile at me and nod. He gave me a thumbs up and I knew his friends were in. From that moment on the three guys got more flirtatious with Cindy and she loved the attention.

After having wine with dinner and multiple drinks at the roulette table my wife was already fairly intoxicated. I know the more she drinks the hornier she gets. When the waitress took Cindy’s next order I asked her to make it with a double shot of alcohol.

Cindy stayed at the table until she had lost about half her winnings. She was still well ahead from when she started and decided it was time to cash out. By then she had consumed another double shot drink.

When my wife left the table to collect her earnings I told Scott I would text him within a half hour to let him know if things were proceeding. On the way back to our room we stopped at the bar to get a drink to take with us.

Cindy was giddy and excited as we rode the elevator. There was another couple and my wife talked non-stop to them. It was obvious she was drunk and having a great time.

When we got to the room Cindy used the bathroom. I turned on the TV and was sitting on the couch when she came out. She immediately climbed on my lap and kissed me passionately.

“I hope you’re in the mood for some hot fun tonight. I am feeling so good and so fucking horny. I need a hot tongue and something big and hard between my legs.”

My wife very seldom talks like that. I knew she was primed and ready for action. I also wondered if she suspected what I was planning since I’m not able to provide her with anything big and hard.

“What are you talking about, something big and hard? It’s just me you know. Little limp dick that squirts in seconds.”

Cindy laughed.

“You know I don’t ever think that. I love you just like you are. You always know how to please me. I was referring to my toy. I brought it and hoped you would fuck me good with it.”

“Well I can certainly help with that, but wouldn’t you rather have the real thing instead of something made of rubber?”

“Of course I would. I just thought those days were mostly in our past.”

“They don’t have to be. I bet those guys at the roulette table don’t have the same problem that I do.”

Cindy scrunched her face and gave me that “what are you talking about” look.

“They were good looking and you seemed to like them. I bet each of them have something big and hard you could enjoy between your legs.”

“You’re insane. There is no way any of those guys would want a fat cow like me.”

“You know I hate when you talk like that. You are an absolutely beautiful woman.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. But still, you are crazy. There is no way they would want me.”

“Well there’s one way to find out. I can ask them.”

Cindy got quiet. She looked at me for a moment as she pondered my proposal. I’m certain she thought this was just “talk” and there wasn’t any way it would happen.

“Okay then, let’s see. They were still at the table when we left. If you can get them here within the next fifteen minutes I will let them put whatever they have that’s big and hard between my legs or anywhere else they want.”

“That’s a deal! I hope you’re ready for the night of your life.”

“I doubt that will be the case. I will still be happy with your tongue and my toy.”

I kissed her and walked out of the door. Within five minutes I came back into the room. Cindy looked at me and shook her head.

“Did you give up already? There is no way you maltepe escort made it down to the casino and back.”

“Didn’t have to. I just texted them. They’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Yea right.”

“I’m serious. They are on their way up.”

Cindy suddenly got a strange look on her face. It was a combination of fear, anticipation, and excitement. I don’t think she really believed me until she heard the knock on the door.

“Oh my god, you were serious? I can’t believe this.”

“Are you okay with it? I can tell them you’ve changed your mind.”

My wife looked at me with love and innocence.

“You’ll be here watching the whole time, and if I ever tell them to stop you will make them stop?”

I nodded affirmatively. Cindy took a deep breath.

“And you promise you’ll eat my cum filled cunt when they’re done?”

I smiled.

“Okay. I guess you can let them in.”

Cindy was sitting on the couch when the three guys walked into the room. They commented on how well she had done at the table then each introduced themselves as Scott, Rick, and Bill.

My wife was nervous as she introduced herself.

“I want you to know I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t know what to do or how to begin.”

Scott took the lead.

“Don’t worry. We’re all good decent normal people just like you. We won’t do anything you don’t want. From what I understand your husband is only going to participate as a spectator. Let him sit on the couch and you take a seat on the edge of the bed.”

With this being my wife’s first time Scott suggested the men get undressed first. Cindy was more than happy with that. I could see a special glow in her eyes as she watched three men removing their clothes for her. At seeing the obvious bulge in each of their briefs I knew my wife really was in for the night of her life.

The three men then removed their underwear. Each had a nice size cock, all noticeably bigger than mine. Cindy’s eyes got wide as she bit her lip and looked at the men.

Scott moved near to my wife.

“Stand up and let me help you.”

Scott instructed Cindy to lift her arms then pulled her top up over her head and removed it. My wife was now standing in front of three strangers wearing only her white bra and her white leggings. She looked a little embarrassed, no doubt from having her fat belly also exposed.

Rick and Bill moved in front of Cindy while Scott removed her bra. My wife closed her eyes as he gently fondled her lovely tits for a moment.

“Go ahead and sit back down.”

Rick chimed in.

“Before you sit down, turn around and bend over like you did when you put your chips on the table. I want another view of those lace panties like you were giving us in the casino.”

It was the first time Cindy was aware that the men had been checking her out.

“Oh god yes Cindy, that’s what I wanted to see. That view of your hot ass had me going all night long.”

Scott and Bill made similar comments before Cindy was again told to sit down. By then all three had started stroking their cocks. Scott smiled as he gazed reassuringly towards my wife.

“So what do you think about having three men stroking their cocks for you?”

Cindy’s eyes were fixated on their manhood.

“I’m not sure what to think but oh my god. I’ve never seen anything so enticing.”

“Well you said you didn’t know what to do but I think now you know what to do.”

Cindy looked up at Scott. Without hesitation she leaned forward and started licking the head of his cock. He kept stroking as he watched her. My wife then took him into her mouth.

“Oh yea Cindy, I had no doubt that you knew what to do.”

I was already aroused as I watched my wife’s head bobbing up and down on another man’s penis. There was absolutely no doubt she was enjoying it.

Bill got on the bed and knelt behind Cindy. He started kissing her neck and fondling her breasts.

Rick sat beside my wife. As he slid his hand between her legs she spread them wide and he started rubbing her.

As I watched the action unfolding it was obvious Cindy was not feeling any shame or embarrassment over her body. She was horny as hell and looked like she was in heaven having three men physically stimulating her.

Scott ran his fingers through my wife’s hair as he enjoyed the blow job she was giving him.

“Oh yea Cindy, I love how you suck my cock but right now I really want to fuck your pussy.”

Scott instructed Cindy to lay back on the bed. As he lifted my wife’s legs her extreme arousal was made obvious by the wetness in the crotch of her leggings. He knelt down and pushed his nose into her crotch, inhaling deeply as he enjoyed her musky aroma.

“Oh god your cunt smells good.”

Scott began licking her through her leggings. Cindy felt his tongue and moaned with pleasure.

“Oh god yes.”

Scott took hold of Cindy’s leggings at the waistband and pulled them up over her thighs along with her panties. Slimy cream coated the gusset and her wet hairy pussy was now directly in front of his face. He slid his tongue between her lips and began licking. It was more than my wife could take and she squealed with delight.

“Oh my god yes, eat my pussy!”

As my wife’s body stiffened I knew she was having an orgasm. She panted and moaned as Scott continued eating her cunt.

Chapter 13 — Friend and Family

Friends and family. Ross recalled that in his younger years that was one of the crazy calling plans for your land-line telephone. That was before everyone pretty much had their own phone number and unlimited calls to anybody, anywhere, just about in the world.

Friends and family. That’s what I saw when I looked around the patio on the warm evening. Most people were wearing only their bathing suit bottoms — men and women. I loved seeing women’s bare breasts.

The grill was cooking a large batch of corn on the cob. In the kitchen ready to broil on the grill were steaks, chicken, and salmon. We had a little of everything for everybody.

I was surprised at how social the crowd had become in so short a time. Crystal was the link between everybody there, and many of the people hadn’t met before. There was a good buzz of conversation and laughter.

There were sixteen of us:

Dave (me) and Crystal (my fiancée)

Ross (my dad) and Trish (Crystal’s sister; Ross’s fiancée)

Brian and Beth (Crystal and Trish’s parents)

Greg and Darlene (friends)

Mitch and Deborah (friends)

Jake and Molly (client of Crystal)

William and Allison (client of Crystal)

Kit and Dax (clients of Crystal)

Crystal had made sure in her conversations and telephone calls that everyone understood about the open sex and swinging that was on the agenda for the evening. She also explained to the others about her parents interest in being full participants.

The previous night Crystal and Trish, along with Ross and me, had revealed everything about our sex-filled lifestyle to Beth and Brian. Of course, there was some rather significant sex involved with them, including some incest.

Crystal was at first hesitant about being with her father, as was Trish, but then they realized that they hadn’t really seen much of him for the past ten years since they went off to school and then took jobs. That level of separation plus the basic love they felt bridged the gap. Ross and I made Beth very happy, too; at one point the two of us worked on her together.

Despite the prospect of a major orgy at our party of nearly epic proportions, at least for me, people were hyper-friendly, laid back, and really relaxed. That afternoon, Ross had bought and had delivered another picnic table so that everyone could sit at one long table when the two tables were put together end to end. He was into the whole group friendship scene. He also ordered several more chaises, but they needed to be delivered.

Better yet, the daring Allison had arranged for Crystal to put one of his televisions on the patio. The video she’d done with me was playing in an endless loop. Molly then asked that her video also be shown along with Allison’s. Thus, Jake was appropriately chagrined as the video showed what his wife had done with me. Jake was the cuckold and it was public knowledge. He blushed and avoided commenting. Molly made sure we all knew that I’d fucked her silly and that she’d shown her husband.

William, on the other hand, had given out a hall pass and the video was one result that he hadn’t expected. He had more of a stag-vixen relationship with Allison and was proud about the surprise present she’d given him on Valentine’s Day.

As for me, the ‘other man’, I didn’t like seeing myself on TV that way, at least in a crowd situation. I sure had liked fucking Molly and Allison, and later Kit, however. I had requests to do it again that night.

Crystal had yet to video or do the editing of the video or photography of Kit and Dax. They’d asked for a foursome with Crystal and me. They’d also be at our party and be full and willing participants. The surprise visit by Crystal and Trish’s parents had disrupted the scheduling with them slightly.

Crystal had also alerted the guests in her invitation that she’d have a few video cameras scattered around the premises after the ‘romantic’ activity started. I wondered what the end result of that would be like.

After dinner, there was a mass migration to the pool and the Jacuzzi. All the bikini bottoms and swim suits were shed, too. I loved the variety of how the women treated their pubes. Most were carefully manicured, but Molly had a full bush inside her somewhat conservative bikini. Beth still had a healthy crop, and Kit was bald as a cue ball. The others were in between.

Couples paired off in the pool or spa, and not with their usual partner. Everyone was in tune with the spirit of the evening to diversify and explore.

Not surprising, Deborah captured me and announced that I was ‘hers’ for the next hour. I assured her that I was so worked up, she’d only need a minute or two. She laughed and then grabbed ahold of my cock and did a quick massage to get my juices really flowing as I swelled further.

Couples started to line up along both sides of the pool towards the shallow end rendering blowjobs or cunnilingus to their partner of the moment. Brian eve gelen escort and Darlene were performing on the edge of the spa.

I gently kissed my way around Deb’s upper body, taking time as I passed each breast to suckle the nipple to a white-hot state. We French kissed a lot, too. Our tastes of each other were like a finely inspired cuisine.

I set Deb up on the side of the pool a few feet away from Mitch and Crystal on one side of us, and Beth and Greg on the other side — daughter and mother both being romanced, and having their pussies eaten by two experts.

I focused my mouth and all my kisses to Deb’s private area, along with some fingers eager to again feel the resiliency of her great pussy. The more I teased with my fingers deep inside her, probably touching her G-spot, and with my tongue on her clit, the more her body arched. Deb was moaning and I realized that only her head and shoulders and her feet were touching the deck because she was arched so much. She was like a rainbow of aroused and pulsing female body.

Suddenly, she erupted. “AAARRRGGGUUUGGGHHHH!!! FUCK THAT’S GOOD.” I’m sure the entire neighborhood heard her. She continued, “You are the best pussy eater and finger fucker. I know where to come for the best orgasms in the world.” Most of the others had turned to look at us, too.

I teased, “What about Mitch?”

“He’s good, too. Ask Crystal. Oh, look; they’re fucking now.”

Sure enough, Crystal was now on the edge of the pool’s shallow end, and Mitch had just sunk his man meat into her gorgeous little pussy. I knew what that felt like, so I knew he was in some kind of pussy heaven and also that he was having trouble resisting the urge to blast all the semen in his body into her. I smiled and hoped she was also getting off on his cock.

Deb said, “Time for you to fuck me.” She scooted to the edge of the pool and spread her legs wide, thus creating a more or less engraved invitation for me to take my stiff cock and plunge it into her body.

I didn’t plunge; that would have been too rough. I put the spongy head right into her wet slit, moved it around a little to gather some lubricant, and then pushed into her. I think Deb had a small orgasm. Her whole body shuddered and her arms around me tightened. The moan was pretty loud, too.

Next to us, Greg was fucking Beth and she had an orgasm that made her gasp and claw at the air for additional oxygen. Greg was skilled at eliciting responses like that from the women he was with.

I glanced at Crystal and she and I locked eyes. She smiled at me and said, “Fuck her, Dave. Fuck her well. I want the residue.”

We fucked for another five minutes and then Deb said she needed something cushier under her butt. We got out of the pool and took to one of the chaises. Brian and Darlene were next to us; they’d moved from the side of the Jacuzzi to a chaise.

As Deb and I got situated and reconnected, I wondered how many men end up fucking somebody next to their future father-in-law. Our openness about doing sexual activities had sure created some strange situations.

I buried myself back in Deb as she wrapped her legs around me. We were making out like crazy. Over my shoulders, I heard Crystal cum with a staccato burst of little cries. Mitch must have joined her because I heard his deeper masculine exclamation about the same time.

Deb and I finished up after she’d had a few more orgasms. I felt more in control of my own ejaculation than ever before. I’d waited until I was sure Deb was cumming with a larger girl explosion before I nudged myself off the edge and into a climax. I filled up the poor girl with a gallon of my jizz.

We lay there and cuddled for a bit and then I felt Deb’s body jerk and tremble. I looked down and there was Crystal with her mouth latched onto Deb’s pussy. She was doing clean up duty.

A minute later, Crystal and Deb started to snowball some of the large load that I’d left inside. Crystal called it cum-play. I waited, expecting one or both of them to try to do the same with me. Neither did. There was no shock value because they both knew I would have gladly done the same thing.

Brian, however, was fair game. The two hot, naked women both brought mouthfuls of collected fluids to him and then made out with him, insisting on French kisses. He was a good sport about it, and joining in willingly.

After some playtime, Deb, Brian, Crystal, and I went to the outdoor bar to get some ice water. Sex had heated us up in terms of both arousal and body temperature.

Brian bluntly asked Deb if she were ‘free’ — our group speak for ‘Do you want to fuck?’ The two of them went off together, returning to the same chaise she’d just been on with me. Now, my future father-in-law was getting into my sloppy seconds.

Dax and Kit came up. “How about a review of ‘cumming’ attractions?” He laughed, and Crystal and I joined them. We’d talked about the imminent video earlier.

Kit gaziosmanpaşa escort was a small buxom brunette with naturally warm Mediterranean complexion all over and green eyes that bore into my soul. She came over and pulled my head down to her level and kissed me. I guessed that she was about eight inches shorter than I was. Dax was about my height, more muscular, but had a more natural tan. He also had sandy colored hair that was kind of unkempt, giving him a beach boy appearance.

The two women moved to Dax and me simultaneously. There was no shyness in the opening round of kisses, and I’m sure that he was enjoying Crystal’s taut breasts pushing against his chest, just as I did with Kit.

We held each other close as we walked back to where the chaises were lined up a few feet from the edge of the pool. We took chaises next to each other. Kit said, “Dax really gets off watching me with another man. That makes it sound like we’ve done a lot of that, but most of it has been fantasy descriptions while we’ve been making love. We have found partners to do something three times before, and that’s over the past six years, and each time was a ‘one off’. Having met you and this group, we’re hoping you’ll keep inviting us. We love the group sex situations here.”

I explained, “Well, Crystal and I just started in on this a few months ago. I guess you heard that we moved in with Ross and Trish, and then we had two other couples join us a couple of times a week for some sexy times. We’re always doing something sexual around here, even when it’s just the four of us.”

“I think that’s so cool. You get to have different partners almost all the time. I love Dax, but I also love variety. He was a pussy hound in college, and I was one his discoveries. Since we got married seven years ago, we’ve been pretty staid, except for those couple of nights I mentioned. We would have loved to repeat the swapping, but the opportunity wasn’t there.”

I said, “Well, I think you’ve both made a good impression on the folks here. You’re welcome to come back. Just check with Ross or me to be sure we’re going to be around. I think every Saturday will be something like this.

Being as small as she was, Kit liked the ‘woman on top’ position. After some blowing, sucking, and some eating of luscious pussy, she had me lie back and she mounted me. She had a snapping pussy; she could grasp and clench my organ as we fucked, and it was like a great fuck with an added handjob at the same time. What muscle control.

Kit was blown away when I ate her out some more after we’d finished. I made sure she got a few more orgasms to round out our fuck session. I offered to snowball with her, but she held up her hand and said she wanted to think about that.

Dax watched our finish in a state of high arousal. As I finally sat up and thought we were done, he moved to the same chaise, said something about ‘Reclamation Sex’, and started to make love to his wife.

Crystal and I both crept away and went back to the bar. She said that Dax was nice, and got exceptionally aroused watching his wife with me. Of course, Jake was doing the same thing about his wife Molly as she was fucking with other men; he was just more open about the cuckold mindset. Molly had done nothing to publicly humiliate or demean him other than pointing out that I was her lover in the video that got played earlier, a point that scored her big points in my book.

Some of the women had sex together as the rest of us watched after the second round. To my surprise, Beth — my future mother-in-law — led one of the more erotic and sexual liaisons with Darlene and Deborah also involved.

Beth ultimately fisted both women, getting her hand and much of her forearm inside each of the women as they moaned and orgasmed from her ministrations. Beth also ate out their messy and cummy pussies, and then snowballed the resultant mixtures with both of them, often in a crossway.

Molly came to me for the third round. Her husband Jake watched as we kissed and as she pushed her erect nips against my chest and lured me to a nearby chaise. He adopted a seat at the bar, apparently having reached his own limit. I doubt his eyes left his wife for the next hour as we played together and then made love. I resolved to not let his leering at us bother me.

Molly was very expressive and hyped up sexually. She started in on me, resurrecting my overworked cock and even commenting on loving the taste of previous pussy on my shaft. She had been part of some sapphic play between some of the women; she told me the whole lezzie scene was a new adventure for her that she liked.

I ate Molly for a while and we even did a side-by-side sixty-nine. I thought that was especially revealing to Jake, given the angle from where he sat and the open exposure of her pussy as I lapped, sucked, bit, and tongued the whole area and brought her to several obvious body-shaking orgasms.

After that, she gölbaşı escort mounted me and placed both my hands on her engorged breasts. She instructed, “Pinch and fondle. You can eat them, too. I love to have my nipples sucked on and bitten.” I did as commanded as she rode me and I enjoyed the warmth of her cunt wrapped around my dick. Eventually, when I could tell she was peaking, I joined her and she fell into my arms and our lips rejoined in more epic kisses.

I gave Molly one more orgasm as I ate her pussy after our hot fuck. Jake came closer with bottles of water for each of us.

Molly teased her husband right to the edge of what I thought was acceptable, “See Jake. A man like Dave goes down on me after fucking me and leaving me all full of cum. He even gave me more orgasms after he got his rocks off. He’s not even bothered that there might be jizz inside me from the men I fucked earlier tonight. You’ve got to learn to do that.”

Jake just nodded in an accepting way. I wasn’t sure he was fully onboard with that new agenda item, but he said, “I will, honey. I’ll do it for you.”

I left the two of them and went back to the bar. Over my shoulder, I saw Jake going down on his wife just the way I had. I couldn’t hear them, but she was obviously urging him on. I knew some of my jizz was still oozing out of her.

Looking around the patio, I did a head count and realized that Dax and Kit had left, along with Darlene and Greg. I wondered whether they’d left together, but figured I’d hear more about anything like that the next day.

Beth, my future mother-in-law, was curled up with Mitch — Deb’s husband — on one of the chaises. His cock was still inside her and they were still actively fucking but at a very slow rate. They seemed to be more interested in making out or for him to be sucking on one or the other of her beautiful breasts. I briefly wondered whether Crystal or Trish would enlarge to their mother’s size as they aged, perhaps after nursing a child.

I went around the patio and collected abandoned plastic cups and a few bottles, and did some other straightening. I saw Crystal with William, Allison’s husband, but they were sitting and talking; he had his arm around her. I’d seen them making love together earlier.

* * * * *

I was up early and started to prepare breakfast for the six of us. Crystal was close behind me, and gave me a wifely kiss as she came into the kitchen area. Beth followed her and I got a similar kiss. Both women were only wearing bikini bottoms, so I felt a stir in my groin as they appeared and expressed affection to me with our bare chests together. Did I mention that I love skin-on-skin contact?

Beth said, “That was quite a party last night. I love all your friends. If we lived closer, I’d want to do that every weekend.”

Crystal teased her mother, “Well, you already have the beginnings of a group like that with all the friends you told us about.”

Beth looked thoughtful. She liked the idea of the group sex party more and more. She had mentioned that she and Brian had friends that were intimate, so I kind of thought that ship had already sailed, but I learned later that they typically got together as couples and not as an entire group.

I asked Crystal, “Did last night do anything for Crystal Blue Photography?”

She laughed, “I hope so. Dax and Kit remain enthused about doing another private porn film with the two of us, but I think they just want to fuck with us some more. Allison said that she had shown her photo album and parts of the DVD to a couple of close friends and that they want to do the same thing. So, I think there’ll be some new business.

“More than that, though, is that I loved having them in our mix of friends. I do want to invite them for future parties. They helped make the evening and party the success that it was.”

I asked, “Did Dax and Kit connect with Greg and Darlene? I noticed they had left about the same time.”

Crystal grinned. “They did. They were going to swap, but Greg suggested they do it at their home so their guests could sleep over in the midst of their swap. Darlene told me their plans before they left. I’ll get the juicy details later today, I suspect.”

“Nice. Glad to see some new friendships develop out of our social event.”

Beth laughed, “Socio-sexual event, you mean.”

We finished our breakfast at a slow pace. Afterwards, Beth and Brian packed up their bags, kissed us all goodbye, and headed home. They got an open-ended invitation to come back whenever the mood struck for as long as they wanted.

In the afternoon, I sat with Crystal as she reviewed the recorded videos from the previous night’s party. There were some amazing scenes. I suggested she blur the faces and put them up on some adult website. That earned me a really broad smile from my fiancée.

Chapter 14 — Blue Movies

Crystal asked me over dinner one night, “I need to hire somebody that’s really conversant with video editing software. Do you know anybody that might fit that brief job description?”

The question was aimed at me because I worked in the computer industry. I’d grown up a nerd and let those tendencies lead me into a nice high paying job, even as the head of my own company specializing in that niche. I even had several other nerds working for me on a contract basis for when things got really busy.

“Do you love it?!” My sister, Brandy, grinned excitedly behind me in the bridal shop fitting room. The pink (“blush”, if you asked the saleswoman), form-fitting bridesmaid dress molded tightly to my hips and bust as I modeled for the assembled female family and friends.

At my side, my mother prodded analytically at my ribs. “Brandy, don’t you think it’s a little… um, snug, in… places?” She obliquely voiced her concern over the dress’s sweetheart neckline as it struggled to contain my bulging tits. “Do you think maybe something with more coverage, or with straps, perhaps?” I knew my opinion was irrelevant, so I kept quiet.

The bridal consultant stepped forward. “This design is meant to enhance the decolletage of the wearer,” she commented, patting the swell of my chest with alarming casualness. She looked from my boobs to Brandy’s other bridesmaids: Raven, Kayleigh, and our cousin, Jane. The other three were beautiful and fit, but none of them wore more than a B-cup. Brandy, of course, had her model’s build; tall, slim, and blonde. She and her pert breasts contrasted my busty redheaded form such that we almost didn’t look like sisters. Only our eyes, noses, and ears matched, resemblant of our grandmother on dad’s side.

With her appraisal of our group concluded, the saleswoman continued, “Ahem, some parties may not require such accentuation, but the sweetheart design is a classic in our bridesmaid lines.” My sister nodded in agreement with the saleswoman while my mother made soft, concerned noises in the back of her throat, but didn’t intervene further.

I turned in front of the mirror, observing the emphatic boost that the twin fabric arches gave to my already-ripe D-cups. Otherwise, the light pink fabric made my pale shoulders and arms look a little washed-out, but it was Brandy’s wedding and her color scheme. I was here to be a good, obedient solider/maid-of-honor, not to raise a fuss about color palette preferences. Besides, I thought as I turned a half-circle and noted how the pink satin clung to my plump tits and round ass, I didn’t think my shoulders would be what most people remembered about my appearance.

Brandy and Emiliano had met in college while she was studying abroad in Florence. She had quickly ingratiated herself to his parents and two older brothers, and probably learned more Italian arguing with them about soccer than she did in her sporadic class attendance. When she finished her program and returned home in July, he had promptly followed her to New York enrolling in an MBA program there that fall. They got engaged in May and were moving ahead promptly with plans for a summer wedding.

Just because the wedding had been planned quickly, didn’t mean it was a casual affair. My mother and her sisters – starved for nuptial organizing – had immediately set about arranging a lavish black-tie event. My on-again/off-again relationship was “off” again, and I was caught flat-footed and single. Mom and Brandy said I was “allowed” to bring a friend as my plus-one, but I opted to attend stag. As I stood in the sun-filled dressing room watching my reflection in my slinky satin dress, I imagined I’d be able to find fun without a date anyway.

I didn’t meet Emiliano’s family until the party the night before the ceremony. At the cocktail hour as I chatted with Raven and her husband, Derrick, I spotted a tall, dark-haired stranger in a bespoke grey suit standing at the bar. The handsome newcomer noticed my staring and smiled in return.

As I gawped, Derrick nudged me with his elbow. “I think someone’s checking you out…”

I tried to recover, sputtering, “Huh? No, I was just trying to figure out who that guy at the bar is…”

“No. Not him.” Derrick pointed his chin towards an empty table where another man with similar dark hair and an equally exquisite suit sat quietly. He smiled and raised two fingers in a wave as he met my gaze. As we watched, the first man arrived at his table with two drinks, handing him one then taking a seat across from him.

“I wonder if those are Emiliano’s brothers…” I speculated but was interrupted as Brandy and Emiliano appeared in our cluster. The happy couple stood holding hands as they started to join our chat, but Emiliano was sidetracked as he spotted the pair at the table.

“Ah! My big brothers have arrived!” He answered my question without knowing I had asked. “Come, Sarah! I will introduce you! You will love each other!” His brown eyes twinkled merrily as he grabbed my wrist and dragged both sisters across the room.

The flared skirt of my cocktail dress swept up my legs as I flew to the introduction. The “V” back of my dress, open down to my waist, didn’t permit a bra, and my breasts wobbled briskly behind the navy-blue front panels as I hurried. The two men rose as we approached, hugging Emiliano and Brandy in greeting. Emiliano pulled me forward as he introduced me.

“Sarah,” He pointed a hand to me then swung it towards the standing pair, “meet Luca and Niccolo.”

“Nico, please. We esat escort are family.” The man who had been at the bar corrected.

“È un piacere incontrarti finalmente, Sarah. Sei ancora più bella che in foto!” Luca spoke in an exaggerated Italian playboy accent as he took my hand and bowed to kiss it. I didn’t speak Italian, but between my cooking show vocabulary, Luca’s mannerisms, and the embarrassed reaction of the others, I grasped the exaggerated flattery.

Nico swatted his brother’s shoulder. “Knock it off, you creep.” He chided, then turned to me. “He is not a, uh, tomcat and he does speak English.”

Luca released my hand, then dramatically rubbed the spot on his arm where he’d been struck by his younger brother. “That is true.” He admitted. “But it is truly a pleasure. We have deeply wanted to meet you since seeing your picture.” Without the theatrics, Luca’s voice was smooth and smoky, slightly deeper than Nico’s. Both of their voices carried only a tinge of accent when speaking English, conspicuous only with an off ‘th’, or with an occasional misplaced stress on a syllable.

Emiliano and Brandy hastily waved goodbye as they were called away to greet more relatives. Luca insistently pulled out a chair for me between himself and his brother.

“It’s wonderful to meet you both as well. I’ve heard so much about you from Emiliano!” I said as I took my offered seat. On either side, the tall, brunette men pulled their chairs close alongside my legs, each leaning forward and listening intently as I spoke.

“I hope only good.” Luca cheerfully interjected, and I honestly confirmed that all I had heard about them was positive.

We talked endlessly throughout the party, our own intimate island in a sea of white noise. Luca was one year older than Nico, who was in turn three years older than Emiliano, and the three of them were extremely close. The three brothers were in fact so close that Emiliano, as the first to be married, had only selected Nico as his best man by drawing a name from a hat; assignments had then been set for the two future, hypothetical weddings.

I listened raptly as they discussed their lives. Each of the brothers had attended boarding school in England and college in the United States, hence their near-perfect English. Honestly, I would have listened attentively to them reading the phonebook. Every mellow word seemed to tremble directly through my ear into my neocortex, dumping thrilling doses of dopamine that flipped in my excited belly. I was captivated by their good looks and polished charm.

The brothers were equally attentive – and flirty – when I answered their questions about my career and life. “No boyfriend?” Nico repeated. I shook my head ‘no’ without caveat. “What? Insane! Why?!” He winced after what I gathered was an under-the-table kick from Luca at the impolite question.

“Sarah is a liberated American woman, Nico,” Luca placed his hand low on my bare spine. My skin tingled warmly beneath his palm. I laughed in agreement with his words to cover the stir his hand was causing.

“She really looks American, no?” Nico asserted. I cocked my head curiously, and he rushed to clarify what he intended as a compliment. “No, that is good!” he straightened in his chair and grabbed my hand insistently, clasping our fingers together. Luca’s hand brushed softly on my bare back. My heartrate rocketed at the marvelous attention. Nico continued, “You see, Brandy, she is beautiful, yes. She looks like any Euro girl; Switzerland, Sweden, Norway, whatever, she looks like them all.”

I nodded slowly. Luca softly stroked his thumb along my vertebrae, tickling my spine. His fingers rubbed sensuously into the smooth flesh of my lower back. I had to choke down a pleasured moan at his touch while Nico elaborated.

“But you,” he released my hands for a second as he outlined a circle around my head and abdomen, but his eyes were locked on the plunging V-neck of my dress. “A man sees you; he knows that is an American knockout!” I blushed deep crimson. My heart thundered explosively behind my ribs. My tongue nervously darted out to wet my dry lips.

Nico’s fingers playfully intertwined with my own. His other hand reached under the table and began to tease a light out-and-back line on my silky inner thigh. Luca’s hand reached the base of my spine, coyly dipping beneath the band of my dress and flirtily plucking the crenated lace waistband of my thong. Excited pins of moisture beaded between the shaved lips of my pussy.

Neither man’s expression betrayed their seductive touching, and their slack faces further enflamed my lust. I wanted to squirm in my arousal but held stubbornly still under their tormenting fingers. My mind lapsed and libido raced, as I lost myself in the sensation of the strangers’ captivating touch.

“Sarah!” I clenched my eyes shut at the frustrating sound of my mother’s call. “Sarah! Come help your aunts pack gifts into Cheryl’s van!” My lust screeched to a etimesgut escort halt in a devastating derailment. I couldn’t believe that I’d been cockblocked like this by my mother!

With a defeated groan, I brushed Nico’s hand from my thigh and stood, staggering my first step as I disentangled myself from the chair and my suitors’ arms. “It’s been wonderful, um, meeting you…”

Each man bowed to place a prolonged kiss on my hand as I left. “Non vedo l’ora di rivederti.” Luca grinned. I blushed again, turning quickly to join my impeding mother.

“Well, you three certainly seemed to hit it off. Are you feeling all right, honey? You look a little flushed…” My mother called after me as I hurried past her.

“I’m fine. Just warm…” I mumbled as I snatched gifts off the table and hurried them to the car.

The day of the wedding was a blur of frantic activity. After a morning of rushing around making final arrangements at the private museum where the reception was being held, I headed back to the hotel to rejoin Brandy and her entourage. The bridal party, along with my mother and her sisters, as well as Emiliano’s mother and aunt, was cloistered in a large suite to have our hair and makeup done. Amid much girlish chirping and motherly quacking, the hired professionals decorated us for the event.

The hairdresser pinned and knotted my hair into a twisted updo, studded with graceful white blossoms, leaving a few long strands of auburn dangling over my ears and cheeks. My nails were filed, shaped, buffed, and painted a delicate (you guessed it!) pink. Meanwhile, just as the makeup artist finished applying my blush and lipstick, the florist arrived with the bridal bouquet, corsages, and boutonnieres. With my hair and makeup done first, I volunteered to run the flowers for the groom’s party up to the honeymoon suite, where the men were getting ready.

My footfalls were almost silent in the hushed hallway, but the door to the room opened before I could knock. Wearing fleece joggers, a fitted white t-shirt, and an ear-to-ear smile, Nico’s handsome figure filled the doorway. My heart jumped into the back of my throat at the sight of him.

“Ah! Such a beautiful sight!” he cried as he looked me over from head to toe. While, from the neck up, I was gilded for the formal affair, my blue button-down shirt and yellow chino shorts felt more suited for a trip to the beach. He placed his hand over his heart dramatically, playing wonderment at my appearance, then grabbed the box of boutonnieres from my hands and ushered me into the suite.

Two hotel luggage carts lined up along the wall. Each was stuffed with hanging garment bags containing the assembled men’s tuxedos. I spotted Emiliano and Luca on a couch across the room, while their father poured a glass of wine from a catering cart. Derrick, who was also a groomsman, walked across the room staring at his phone, and the fourth groomsman impassively watched a baseball game on TV.

Nearer to the door, my dad had been joined by his best friend Andy, whom I happened to know very well from our trip to Hawaii. The pair sat in leather chairs, each with a glass of scotch beside him. My father greeted me, and Andy winked and smiled, making me blush. I bid hello to the room, then turned to go back to the ladies’ suite. Nico placed the box of flowers on a table then escorted me back to the hall, shutting the door as we left.

“You departed so quickly last night. I did not get to say goodbye.” He grinned carnivorously as he approached. His large hands encircled my waist and pinned my back against the wall. He boldly leaned his face to mine, levering his chin below my own and raising my mouth to meet his kiss. My lips parted, first accepting his kiss, then passionately returning it.

Nico pushed his hips forward into my pelvis, sandwiching me against the wall. Our lips thrashed and writhed together. My hands clutched at his back pulling him closer against me. His hand fervently squeezed my breast through my shirt and bra. Only the sound of the door opening broke our spell.

“Nico, are you there? You must dress.” His father’s voice preceded the older man’s appearance in the hallway by just enough time for our bodies and mouths to separate.

“Yes. Coming.” Nico responded, disguising his hastened breathing. His eyes burned into my own. “See you soon.” He walked back to the groom’s party.

I returned to the bridal suite to find changing in progress. My mother was dressed already and hurried me to get into my gown. “Sarah, what took so long? What happened to you?”

“Nothing…” I deflected while taking my dress from the hanger and unbuttoning my shirt. Raven and Kayleigh chattered beside me as they zipped each other’s back.

“Is your lipstick smudged?” My mother hissed. Accusation hung heavily in her stern whisper. The girls’ babble quieted at the prospect of gossip.

“Nothing,” I repeated. “I… must not have blotted then it smeared when I had etlik escort a drink of water…” I leaned towards the mirror and started reapplying my lipstick. My mother gave me a last disapproving and disbelieving glare, then dashed to the other bedroom to help Brandy.

“So, was that a tall, effervescent, Italian ‘drink of water’ that you had?” Raven teased. Kayleigh danced merrily around the bed making kissy faces at me. Blushing and giggling, I shooed them out of the bedroom.

Closing the door and securing my privacy, I whipped off my button-down and shorts then chucked my bra and panties. I crammed the discarded clothes into my suitcase while digging out the white g-string to wear under the figure-hugging bridesmaid dress. The miniscule back vanished between my buttocks as I pulled the panties to my waist, and I fidgeted them into place.

I pulled the pink (“blush”) dress up my legs, feeling the clingy satin hug my hips and ass. As it unfurled up my tummy, I unfolded the sweetheart cups over my breasts, then reached around to my back and twisted awkwardly to close the zipper. Turning to the mirror, I rearranged the bustline over my swollen rack, musing that my mother may have been right: straps might have been a precautionary improvement. Finally, I climbed into my light pink heels and buckled the ankle straps.

Opening the door, I rejoined the group in the suite’s living room. The bride was ready for her initial audience. Brandy looked like a fairytale princess in the glamorous white gown. The girls flittered around her like a cooing flock of graceful pink birds. Emiliano’s mother glanced in my direction, then smiled and walked over.

“Your little sister…” She placed a reverential hand over her heart. Patting my arm reassuringly, the older woman spoke words of comfort. “Someday, you also will marry.” Though I was tempted to retort that twenty minutes ago I’d been dry humping her middle son, I smiled back sweetly at the well-meaning mother of the groom.

The bridal and groom’s parties traveled to the church in separate limousines, and then were sequestered in a library and an office, respectively, at opposite ends of the cathedral. We’d met less traffic than anticipated and had arrived almost half an hour ahead of schedule. The other bridesmaids and Brandy set to opening a bottle of champagne to pass the time, while I snuck forward to peek through a stained-glass window into the sanctuary and pick out relatives in the crowd.

“Too many witnesses for the bride to escape, no?” Luca’s voice startled me. He had snuck within inches of my ear while I was preoccupied with my peering. I whirled and fell against the wall in my surprise. His tuxedo was tailored to perfection; his lips curled in a friendly, captivating smile. Above my bare shoulders, his arms buttressed against the wall.

Luca smiled audaciously as he leaned forward. “And I will not let you escape again now as you did last night.” My lips opened in equal parts surprise and acceptance as he kissed me. Our mouths joined and molded together passionately. The quiet murmur of the guests in the sanctuary fell away from my consciousness as I coiled my arms behind Luca’s neck.

I gasped breathlessly into his mouth. His hands roamed my back and grabbed handfuls of my ass through the slinky fabric of my dress. Our tongues wrangled as our lips mashed each other’s. Deep longing poured through my body and excited warmth seeped between my legs.

“…well, without any volunteers ahead of time, it was decided that we would forego a reading and just plug ahead with the sermon.” The voice of the priest approached around the corner. With a final, lingering kiss, Luca reluctantly pried himself off me. We separated an instant before the gangly vicar and my stooped grandmother shuffled into view.

“Why… I… could… read… if… called…” Grandma agonizingly volunteered.

“No, while a lovely offer, that won’t be necessary. I believe there were some concerns by the parties as to length of the service.” Father Peters spotted us and heartily changed the subject. “Ah, Sarah and Luca! Tending to last minute duties for your wards, I take it?” We both smiled awkwardly and nodded.

“I really should get back to Brandy!” I blurted. Leaning in, I planted a kiss on my Grammy’s cheek, curtsied respectfully to the priest, then hurried back to the library.

“I will see you at the altar!” Luca called after me. I glanced over my shoulder as he adapted his charm to my grandmother, offering her his arm as he escorted her to a pew. My breath had steadied, and my flush was softened when I returned to the library.

The beautiful ceremony proceeded without a hitch. After the priest’s sermon, Brandy and Emiliano exchanged excited vows as Nico and I stood in ritual seriousness behind them. Throughout the service, my eyes flickered anxiously to each of the brothers, but neither of them strayed from their professionalism.

Finally released from our formal duties following the recessional, the ten members of the party clambered into the SUV limousine. I found myself on the back bench, uncoincidentally pinned tightly between Luca and Nico. As champagne was poured and passed, the older brother coolly draped his arm around my bare shoulders. From my other side, Nico curled his arm behind my waist, his hand resting on the soft meat above my hip.

Holiday Nights

Two weeks in sunny Fuerteventura, two weeks of sun, sea and sex.

Annie, Emma and myself were staying at a lovely hotel in the coastal town of El Coto with its beautiful nudist-friendly beaches.

We arrived at our hotel late in the afternoon just enough time to unpack, change clothes and a wander around the locality. We finally ended up in an inviting bar to relax in the glow of the setting sun. In no time at all we were joined by six guys from Madrid who insisted on buying another round of drinks. They recommended a good restaurant for dinner and insisted on picking us up at our hotel and escort us there. Six gorgeous looking guys, we were not going to refuse.

After a couple of hours, we said our goodbyes and made our way back to our hotel for a quick shower and to pick out something to wear. I went for my red dress just above the knee but slashed at the side to the top of my thigh, plus a plunging neckline of course. Annie wore a beautiful extremely short white dress, almost translucent. It had a neckline plunging to her naval revealing plenty of her firm breasts. Emma opted for a sexy black see-through outfit, high neckline but revealing almost all, pussy included! Naturally not a hint of underwear between us and all in our best heels.

The guys arrived promptly on time at nine and were waiting for us in the hotel lobby. A quick hug and kisses all round and off we went to the restaurant. Over dinner we thought it would be rude not to invite them back to our hotel afterwards for a nightcap. We made it perfectly clear that we had no inhibitions sexually if things should turn out that way. After a superb meal and a bottle or two of vino it was time to return to our hotel.

Back in our room the guys were eager to see some action. We slipped out of our minimal dresses and stood total exposed before them. In no time at all the guys were naked too. Soon there were hands exploring our vulnerable bodies.

There was one guy Pepe who was obviously the leader. He told the others to stop and for Emma lay on the bed.

One of the guys produced a blindfold from the pocket of his trousers that were slung over a chair. He slipped the mask over Emm’s eyes whilst Annie and I watched wondering what would happen next. “Sit up Emma and raise your arms above your head.” said Pepe, which she duly did. A leather belt was produced and secured tightly around her hands.

“Now girls we are going to fuck Emma whilst dikmen escort you two watch, but don’t worry it will be your turn soon.” announced Pepe. Annie and I were told to turn Emma around, so her head was hanging over the foot of the bed. We then cuddled up on the bed as we prepared to watch her being used by these Spanish hunks.

“Open your mouth wide Emma.” Pepe instructed. The first guy then slipped his cock into her mouth. We were told to hold Emma’s legs wide apart. Two more guys started to tease her pert nipples, two more sat each side of Annie and I putting a comforting arm around our shoulders as Pepe just stood and watched.

The guy in Emm’s mouth gradually built-up speed, faster and faster he went as his two amigos chewed her tits. Pepe moved over to the bed and knelt next to Emma. He covered her pussy with his mouth, feasting on her rapidly moistening cunt.

The guy in her mouth was obviously getting near, judging by his facial expressions and sounds. Finally he came deep in Emm’s throat as she gave out a muffled scream.

Pepe stood up and removed the belt and the blindfold from Emma’s eyes as she beamed a beautiful smile. Annie and I just looked on excitedly awaiting our turn.

Emma slid over to us and we hugged and kissed her cum-filled mouth.

“You now Annie, same procedure.” said Pepe as he covered her eyed and bound her wrists. I snuggled up to Emma and prepared to watch Annie being mouth-fucked. They changed position another guy over her expectant mouth, Pepe sat next to me on the bed.

The guy in Annie’s mouth gradually sped up, faster and faster he went. Two guys nibbling her tits. The fourth guy knelt over Annie’s cunt and proceeded to pleasure her. The guy in her mouth was obviously getting near, Annie too. Finally he came deep in her throat as just as Annie just as Emma had gave out a muffled scream.

Once released from her bonds Annie came over to us for a group hug.

Now it was my turn, I could not wait. I lay on the bed holding my arms over my head even before I was ordered to. I could sense movement around me as the guys changed positions.

“Open wide Suzy.” I heard. A cock slipped into my mouth, it’s a good size was my immediate reaction. I could feel it growing inside my throat. I sucked on it whilst licking the underside of the shaft. By his reaction I could tell of the guy’s pleasure. His cock grew even larger, I think emek escort maybe I had been given the prize cock. He started to slowly work this big cock in and out of my throat. Meanwhile two mouths descended on my nipples, and another on my cunt. My nipples were chewed relentlessly as was my clit.

The guy continued to pound my grateful throat, but suddenly the mouths disappeared from my nipples. Oh dear I though, have I done something to displease the guys. My cunt was still being pleasured and my throat fucked so I guessed not.

The mouths reappeared on my nipples, dragging them upwards away from my chest. A hand crashed across the underside of my left tit, then the right. This I was not expecting as another slap, then another hit my breasts. More and more followed whilst the teeth were clamped tightly around my nipples.

My mouth was continued to be fucked relentlessly, my cunt now dripping.

I wanted it to continue forever but my cunt said otherwise. I was on the edge, as was the guy in my throat. My body started to shudder and shake then I came, over and over again. The cock in my mouth exploded, filling my throat with cum. The cock was withdrawn, the mouths left my cunt and tits.

I was expecting the belt to be removed from my hands and the blindfold too, but it did not happen. I was manhandled so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I felt hands on my shoulders, as I was pushed back to a prone position. My legs were forced apart as I awaited my next fate. I felt Annie and Emma’s lips on my mouth as they gave me a lingering kiss then they returned to their viewing position.

A cock entered my cunt, two mouths descended on my tits. The cock started to pound my pussy, my nipples chewed and teased. I sensed I was not going to last too long as the guy held onto my thighs as his cock plunged deep in my cunt. Faster and faster, I was ready to cum, too soon I thought but I could not help myself. Cum I did, orgasming totalling out of control as the guy stopped briefly until he had regained a little composure. Off he went again, pounding my pussy, faster and faster. It was not long before he was ready to fill my cunt with his semen, oh fuck I was going to cum again. He came and I came too, a beautiful shattering orgasm.

Will they use me again I wondered, but it was not to be. My hands were untied, and the blindfold removed. I stood up on wobbly legs to re-join my eryaman escort two sexy girlfriends. They both gave me another loving kiss and a big hug.

“You now Annie, sit on the bed as Suzy did.” said Pepe. Her hands were bound, and the mask fitted over her eyes.

Annie sat on the edge of the bed. Her shoulders were pushed back to a prone position and her legs forced apart.

A cock entered her cunt, two mouths on tits. The cock started to work her pussy, whilst her nipples were teased. The guy held onto her hips as his cock plunged deep in her cunt. Faster and faster he went, I could sense Annie was ready to cum, the guy too. They orgasmed together Annie screaming and yelling, her body out of control. The guy filling her cunt with his seamen shouting loudly then slumping over her body. Emma and I looked on in admiration.

Annie’s hands were released, and the blindfold removed. She got to her feet and joined us on the bed for a kiss and a big hug.

Finally, it was Emma’s turn. “Sit on the bed Emma.” Pepe ordered as he tied her hands and the blindfold placed over her eyes.

Emma laid back on the bed and voluntarily spread her legs, ready to begin.

“I saved you for myself, I really wanted to fuck you.” he said with a grin. Two mouths covered her tits. Pepe’s magnificent cock started on her pussy. Her nipples were teased, chewed, pulled, stretched. I loved watching this erotic sight. Pepe held onto her and his cock plunged deep in her cunt. Faster and faster he went, Emma was really controlling herself delaying the inevitable, Pepe too seemed in control. Every now and then he slowed down to ensure they lasted longer but then he would speed up again. Faster and faster until could sense Emma was ready to cum. Maybe her yelling “fuck your slut’s cunt.” was a clue. They orgasmed together Emma screaming “yes, yes, yes.” her body shaking involuntarily. Pepe came filling her cunt with cum grunting loudly. “Thank you, you’re a perfect slut.” he said.

Instead of releasing her Pepe summoned over Matteo, the youngest guy. Matteo inserted his cock in her cum-filled pussy. Her nipples again teased, chewed, pulled, stretched. Faster and faster he went, soon Emma was ready to cum again, Matteo too. “Fuck my cunt, please…now.” she screamed. They came together Emma yelling, her body out of control. Matteo orgasmed too filling her cunt with more semen, shouting loudly. I looked at Annie and said “wow, what a girl you are.”

Pepe untied her hands and removed Emma’s blindfold. “Go join your friends Emma” he said.

One of the guys appeared with a bottle of wine and three glasses for us and beers for the guys. “I assume you’ll all be sleeping over tonight Pepe?” Annie asked. In anticipation we had booked three double rooms for the duration of our holiday.

In Alaska, you can always count on a White Christmas.

Which was good news to snowmachiners like Frank and his wife Rita, her friend Debbie and his friend Dave. With Frank and Rita’s advertising business starting to take off, they decided to buy a Christmas present for themselves–a cabin in the woods, 120 miles from town. The snow was thick enough for snowmachining, so they bought themselves four new Ski-Doos and invited Debbie and Dave to help break them in over Christmas.

They rode for two hours in Frank and Rita’s truck, towing the trailer of snowmachines behind them. It was another half-hour at slow speed, bouncing along the icy road, before they made it to the cabin. By that time, it was too late to go riding, so they decided to settle in and relax for the evening, saving the outdoor fun for Christmas Eve.

Frank and Rita grabbed the bedroom, while Dave and Debbie set out their separate sleeping bags on the floor of the main room. Frank was Dave’s former co-worker; Debbie was Rita’s best friend.

Debbie went to the bathroom with her toiletries and her robe. Dave took off his clothes and crawled into his sleeping bag. As he read the magazine he had brought with him, he tried not to listen to the giggling coming from the cabin’s bedroom, but when he heard a Rita give a loud sigh, his stomach began to tighten a little.

“Wait till their light is off,” he herd her implore Frank.

More giggling.

Debbie came out of the bathroom dressed only in her silk kimono. She was about to say something, but stopped when Dave grinned and placed his finger to his lips.

Dave blew out the lantern. Debbie made her way across the room quietly. Dave strained to hear if his friends were making love, but was distracted by the silhouette of Debbie dropping her robe and slipping naked into her own sleeping bag.

They turned to each other when they heard the first moan come from Rita. Dave could just make out the smile as Debbie’s eyes reflected the moonlight from the cabin’s lone window. He listened more intently. He could hear a shuffling of sheets. He heard a little more giggling then a serious sigh. He felt a little bad listening to his friend have sex, but it was starting to turn him on.

A loud moan emerged from the other room and Dave’s cock swelled in response. He rolled over onto his stomach and pressed it pleasantly against his belly. He glanced over at Debbie and saw a bit of movement under the sleeping bag. She shot a smile over at Dave, then her moonlight illuminated eyes winked out and her soft moan matched Rita’s from the other room.

“Oh, shit, baby,” they heard Rita moan.

Dave rolled over onto his back again and took his cock in his hand for some stroking. The rustling of the sleeping bag was loud in his ears.

Debbie’s fingers found her pussy and stroked it solidly. Moments later her lips and fingers were coated with her juices. She could see Dave stroking his cock just a few feet away and she could hear her best friend getting fucked in the next room. Her heart pounded with excitement. She felt an emotional connection to all of them, almost as though they were all making love together. She let the emotions mix with the throbbing of her clitoris and felt herself carried away toward orgasm.

Dave closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of passion. Rita rhythmic grunts were slightly muffled by the door, but he could hear each of Frank’s powerful thrusts. Just a few feet away, Debbie gasped and sighed as her fingers coaxed an orgasm from her wet pussy.

“Here it comes, Rita,” the eavesdroppers heard. Rita squealed in response, then gave a quivering moan as her orgasm struck.

“That’s it,” Frank encouraged. “Come while I fill you. Ohhhh!”

Debbie squeaked as she started to come.

Dave watched her body twitch in the moonlight. His toes curled and his legs bent. The come shot out of his spasming cock and all over his stomach. As he squeezed the last of his juice out, he felt the come spread out and stick to the sleeping bag.

He relaxed for a moment and enjoyed the soft sighing of two contented women. He climbed out of the sleeping bag, holding his wet, limp cock as he made his way to the bathroom. Just as he reached it, the bedroom door opened and Frank moved quickly toward Dave. The two naked men shared an awkward stare. Dave noticed that a baggy condom still hung from Frank’s dick. They laughed softly.

“After you,” Frank said.

The next morning, none of them quite knew what to say to each other. They had shared something, but not so much. A few giggles were exchanged as they devoured bowls of oatmeal. cebeci escort As Frank and Dave collected the plates for washing, Debbie was the first to make reference to the previous night’s encounter.

“How was your night, Rita?” she asked.

Dave and Frank chuckled, blushed, and quickly moved to the sink to wash the dishes. Rita did not seem to get Debbie’s drift.

“Wonderful,” she beamed. “I love sleeping in cabins. It’s so peaceful.”

“Lots of rest, then?”

“Oh, yeah. I had a great night. How about you? I’m sorry you had to sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, I was fine. I had a nice night as well.”

Debbie grinned and chuckled. Just as she was about to press the issue again, Frank and Dave decided to end the conversation.

“Maybe we should get ready for a ride,” Dave suggested, with Frank nodding furiously.

Debbie chuckled.

“Sure!” Rita beamed.

They put on their warmest clothes and ventured through the snow to the snowmachines. Soon they were speeding across the ground, following a twisting trail through the trees. Things went fine until they were nearly back to the cabin. Something on Rita’s machine snapped and she lost control, tumbling into the snow. Debbie screamed. Frank and Dave bounded along the trail and found Rita struggling to dig her way out of the snow.

They pulled her free and dusted the snow off her, but it had gotten into her clothes. Frank made sure she wasn’t hurt while Dave looked at the snowmachine. There was nothing he could do for it. They decided to tow it back slowly, with Rita riding behind Frank.

Back at the cabin, Debbie worked on starting a fire while Dave spread out some blankets for Rita. Frank helped her out of her wet clothes until she climbed under the blanket in just her bra and panties.

Dave and Frank took off their wet clothes and got under the blanket. Feeling a little left out, Debbie did the same.

“This is Cozy,” Rita said, giggling, as she glanced at the naked men flanking her. The men giggled back. Debbie just smiled and peeked over Dave’s shoulders at Rita.

Frank leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek. Rita blushed.

“Oo!” she said. “Stop that.”

“What?”

“Your hand, sweetie,” she whispered.

“Oh, sorry, honey.”

The group burst into a mass giggle.

The moment became suddenly awkward.

Debbie pulled the blanket tight around her body. The others watched as her arms fumbled under the cover. Suddenly, her hands emerged holding her bra and panties. Everyone laughed and smiled. Rita blushed. Debbie raised her eyebrows at the others until, one by one, they tossed their underwear across the room.

Rita sighed and leaned back, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the pleasant closeness of Frank and Dave. Suddenly, she felt another hand tickling her leg. She giggled but didn’t tell Frank to stop.

Frank leaned over and kissed her cheek again, this time softly. His lips lingered on her skin for a moment before placing another, longer kiss on her lips. She sighed softly as he lifted slightly away from her. They looked into each other’s eyes and shared their passion for each other.

She glanced at the bedroom door and was about to say something when she felt Frank’s hands stroking her stomach. She sighed loudly and closed her eyes. That’s when she felt Dave touch her.

Dave’s hand started boldly on her thighs. She enjoyed his touch for a moment before deciding to tell him to stop. Before she could, however, Frank’s hands were on her legs as well. She was suddenly not sure who was touching her where.

Rita managed to look over at Dave. She couldn’t decide if his grin was serious or silly. Her body was starting to ignite, however, and that was serious. A finger pressed between her legs and slid up to her delta. She only had a moment to think about protesting before the finger reached her lips.

She moaned loudly as the finger manipulated her labia. Moments later, she was dripping wet. Her lips swelled to meet his touch. She took a deep, ragged breath and opened her legs.

A second hand joined the first at her pussy. She could hear the men chuckle as their fingers met above her bush. She gasped as they both moved for her clit at the same time.

“Okay, boys,” she panted. “That’s enough.”

“Enough what?” Frank asked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Dave said.

Debbie laughed and leaned closer.

Under the blanket, fingers, wet with her juices, stroked her clitoris. She moaned loudly. Her control was finally lost when a pair çukurambar escort of fingers pushed deep into her pussy.

Frank kissed her lips, then leaned over and sucked hard on a nipple. Dave followed his cue and wrapped his lips around her other tit. Rita stroked their hair as they nursed. Her hips started to rock against the incessantly probing fingers. Her pussy was flowing. Her senses were nearing overload.

Frank looked up from her breast and smiled.

“Do you want to fulfill your fantasy?” he asked.

“Oh my God,” she gasped.

Frank rose to his feet and chuckled. Rita knew what fantasy he was talking about and she nearly came at that moment. Her heart was pounding so loud she could feel it in her eyeballs. She watched as Frank strolled into the bedroom. Dave and Debbie exchanged a questioning glance.

They were answered when Frank returned, holding a box of condoms and a bottle of Astroglide.

“Oh, God, Frank,” Rita gasped. “I can’t believe this.”

“Lie back, Dave,” Frank directed.

Dave rolled onto his back. Debbie rolled on top of him and kissed his lips. Dave could feel his cock rubbing against her thick bush.

“Oh fuck,” Debbie commented. “You’re both going to do her.”

Frank tossed the blanket off, exposing them all to each other. Debbie blushed and pulled her fingers from her own pussy as they all gave her a brief smile.

Frank knelt down behind his wife. He could see Dave’s cock sliding along Rita’s lips. He tore open a condom, then grabbed Dave’s cock at the base. He quickly and smoothly rolled the rubber over Dave’s head and all the way down. Dave jumped, then groaned as Frank gave his cock a quick stroke. He gripped Dave’s cock in one hand and spread Rita’s labia with the other. She pulled herself to her knees and eased back onto Dave.

Four moans filled the room as she sank herself onto Dave’s cock. She leaned over him and gave him a kiss as she fucked him slowly. She felt Frank’s wet finger at her backdoor. She almost burst with pleasure as the lubed finger invaded her ass. Frank squirted more lube directly on her asshole and used his finger to slip it inside her, getting her slick for his cock.

Rita groaned as Frank pulled his finger out of her. She fucked Dave hard to make up for it. Frank slipped on his own condom and dripped more Astroglide onto it. When it was wet and slippery, he straddled Dave’s legs, pushing his knees between Rita’s.

Rita spread her legs farther to give him more room. She felt his cock rest against her opening. She forced herself to stop fucking Dave when she felt the head of his cock push against her anus. It was maddening: Dave’s cock was twitching inside her and her muscles were clenching him back. She was on the verge of a wonderful climax but she had to stay still. She leaned over and wrapped her arms tight around Dave.

Frank pressed the head of his lubed cock against her asshole. He pushed firmly and it slid inside. Rita gasped. Frank slid half his cock into her. She squeezed back against it, gripping Dave’s cock hard in the process. All three of them moaned. Debbie giggled.

Frank shoved the rest of the way into his wife’s ass. She lunged forward with the thrust, sliding Dave’s cock gently out her cunt. Frank pulled her back onto Dave as he withdrew. Soon they set up a rhythm. Frank shoving her off Dave, then pulling her back onto him. She was always filled. Her pussy felt like it was getting a total massage. She wrapped her arms around Dave and held on as the pleasure flooded her. She shut her eyes tight and grunted loud with every stroke of her pussy and ass. She felt waves pulsing through her body and cascading down through her soul.

She felt the pleasure turn sharp and change into orgasm, somewhere. The climax seemed to catch in her throat for a moment, before it crashed into her like a train wreck. Her muscles gripped her two cocks, massaging them as she came. She screamed and gripped Dave.

Rita’s pulsing ass was too much for Frank to take. As Rita’s orgasm died down, he felt his own come welling up in his balls. His cock tensed against her quivering ass, then erupted. He shoved deep into her and held there as he came. With a soft groan, he withdrew and collapsed on the blanket next to his wife and friend.

Rita continued to fuck Dave, a little slower now. Dave caught her hair in his hand. He whispered in her ear, “I want you to come again. Keep fucking me, Rita.”

Rita gasped and felt her pussy twitch. She sat up straight, driving his cock all the way into her cunt. She rode his cock, demetevler escort pushing hard onto him with her legs. Every thrust sent a bolt of soft pleasure to her worn and open ass. Her pussy was juicy and sensitive. She was ready for more fucking.

Rita glanced over at her spent husband. He gave her a warm smile. She smiled back at him between grunts. She closed her eyes and fucked Dave hard, moaning and grunting. Her mind was lost in the pleasure she felt. It was wonderful and she let it consume her.

She felt fingers over her bush and smiled at Frank’s return to the game. She felt a finger circle her asshole. Her well-fucked ass quickly opened to accept the digit. It felt perfect, to be fucking Dave hard and to feel Frank’s finger in her ass, too.

But something wasn’t right. The finger over her pussy found her clit and pulled the hood back, exposing her hard bud to Dave on every stroke. The intensity started to peak for her, but something was wrong. It didn’t feel like Frank.

Just then, she felt Debbie’s soft breasts against her back. She gasped and stopped in mid stroke. She wanted to hide, but her pussy was twitching and spasming, getting ready to come.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Debbie whispered. “I’m just gonna help you come. That’s it, baby. Get that pussy working again. Mmmm, yeah. Big cock deep in your wet cunt. I’ll just hold your clit here and help you out, okay?”

Rita’s pussy was gushing again. Debbie’s dirty talk was making her cream. Debbie’s finger worked her ass in tight circles. Debbie pressed a finger against Rita’s clit, pushing it into Dave’s pounding cock. Rita’s clit was on fire from all the attention.

“Oh!” Rita called. “I’m close. Make me come!”

“That’s it, Rita. Come big for me baby,” Debbie whispered.

Rita tumbled into a giant orgasm, wildly riding Dave’s cock and humping against Debbie’s manipulations. The orgasm seemed to build and when she came down, she was nearly ready to come again. Dave reached up and took her nipples in his fingers, pulling them tight.

“You’re insatiable, Rita!” Debbie teased.

Rita’s eyes exploded as her body pulsed with her third climax. Her pussy gripped Dave’s hard cock tight. Dave shut his eyes and tensed his cock back against her as she rode him. He felt the head start to swell and the wonderful sense of impending orgasm wash through him.

“Gonna come!” he shouted.

He could feel the come dripping from his cock. He tried to hold onto that sensation and enjoy the moment of climax, but her squeezing pussy coaxed him over the edge. His cock pulsed against her. The head was so sensitive he thought he would die from the sensation. His come shot out of his cock and into the condom. He pulsed and pulsed and pulsed, loving each contraction. His fingers gripped her nipples as he enjoyed the come.

Dave moaned and collapsed back, letting go of her tits.

Debbie lifted Rita quickly off Dave and dropped her on her back. Before Rita could figure out what had happened, Debbie was on top of her, straddling her face, with her tongue buried in Rita’s pussy. Rita moaned like she had never moaned in her life. Almost without thinking about it, she planted her lips against Debbie’s dripping labia. She quickly found that she loved the taste. She wrapped her arms around Debbie’s ass and pulled her pussy onto her face.

They ate each other wildly. Debbie sank two fingers into Rita and pulled her clit roughly into her mouth to suck. Rita moaned into Debbie’s pussy. She let her tongue play between Debbie’s lips and tried to drink all her juices. They moaned and grunted against each other. Rita felt completely crazy. She let herself go wild, lapping at Debbie’s snatch.

Rita opened her eyes for a moment and saw an amazing thing. Dave and Frank were both watching them, masturbating. Dave’s hand was stroking his cock almost as fast as Debbie’s fingers were fucking Rita. The sight pushed her quickly into another orgasm.

“Oh my God!” she screamed.

Rita tried to keep her mouth on Debbie’s cunt as she came. She moaned and wailed and flooded Debbie’s face. Rita looked up just in time to watch Frank’s come shoot out of his cock, onto the blanket. She humped her clit against Rita’s mouth and let loose with the mammoth come she had been working on all night. Rita sucked her clit into her mouth and held on tight. Debbie held her breath as her body convulsed against her friend.

Dave stroked the head of his cock as he watched Debbie spasm. His come shot into his fingers, coating the head even as it continued to stroke. His eyes locked with Debbie and for a moment, their pulses were in sync.

Dave and Rita and Frank and Debbie fell over each other in a pile of sweaty, sticky, come-soaked bodies.

There was no talk of going to bed that night. They pulled the blanket over themselves and slept in front of the fire, hugging each other all night long. It looked like Christmas morning was going to be one they would never forget.