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The girls hit it off immediately. My wife Nicole and I met Nisha and Moira there on the resort beach in Maui. The two lovely Indian girls were young, lithe, and deliciously exotic. After sharing a couple of fruity drinks, we found that the two were “friends” travelling together to several stops throughout the U.S. Their next stop was San Francisco, our hometown. We invited them to stay at our home for a few days, to enjoy their friendship and help them save a few dollars as well.

I was pleased that Nicole was able to make such quick friends with the two women, as it freed me to pursue my golf addiction with less guilt. It was one session on the links, when I was gone for four hours that moved our friendship to a new level.

I have to go on hearsay, from my wife, about what happened that summer day but the results were fine by me. I’d left early to get in a round with my friends and left them to their own devices. Nicole is a late riser and was not awake. I’d passed the guestroom and I could hear the two lovelies just starting to rise. I could hear Moira’s soft voice singing an Indian song as she started her day. I was able to peek through the louvers of the door and could see the golden skinned 23-year-old sitting at the vanity in a negligee and brushing out her wavy locks. Nisha was lying in the bed naked and sleepy-eyed, smiling at her friend. Nisha’s full breasts were still prominent, even in her reclined state. I etched the image of the two beauties into my mind and snuck out the hall and off to the course.

Nicole awoke a few minutes after me and showered and threw on a terry cloth robe. She padded down the hall to see if the girls were awake so they could start their day and paused at the door. She listened to hear if it was ok to knock and she heard a low moan drift out of the chamber. Listening further, the un-mistakable sounds of two people making love were evident. She could make out Nisha muffled humming moan and Moira’s deep breathing, the rustle of the sheets and the short gasp of a woman in ecstasy. This shocked her at first, but her curiosity got the best of her.

She’d often remarked in the last week, what stunning exotic beauties the two guests were. I’d guessed at my wife’s latent curiosity of other women, and we’d talked sexy about it during our own lovemaking. She bent to get a better view through the louvered doors and was able to see Nisha’s face firmly locked to Moira’s pussy. She was shaking her head back and forth, while Moira pulled and pinched her mocha colored nipples. Nicole watched few a few minutes till her hands found her way into her loosened robe. She cupped and thumbed her breasts. Her breathing quickened, as she became wetter watching the two girls. Nisha’s dark curved ass was toned and succulent looking. The pain/pleasure look crossing Moira’s face reminded Nicole of oral sex she had received from me and from lovers past.

She was lost in that thought and when she re-opened her eyes, there was only Moira lying spent on the bed, legs akimbo, her pussy glistening in the morning light. Nicole panicked wondering where Nisha was. Just then Nisha flung open the door catching Nicole bent over with a finger in her. Nicole was stunned and stammered out an apology, but what Nisha did next broke the tension. She helped my wife upright, and then grasping her hand brought Nicole’s wet fingers to her mouth and kissed and licked Bayan Escort Gaziantep them clean of her juices. Nicole’s face dropped in shock, then she whimpered with desire as Nisha’s eyes bore into her. Nisha led her into the room with soothing assurances, sliding off Nicole’s robe as they came to the side of the queen-sized bed.

Moira was reclined like a princess, still naked and flushed, smiling and purring her own assurances to my petite wife. If was obvious from Nicole’s erect nipples and the slight flush of her chest that she was completely aroused. Nisha coaxed her onto the bed and the two surrounded my wife. Moira to the left and Nisha to the right, two pairs of hands caressing and smoothing, cupping and molding, dipping and exploring as Nicole knelt with knees spread. Nisha kissed her first then Moira. They traded back and forth with slow languorous kisses warm wet tongues twining with each other. The three repositioned slightly and even dealt a three-way open-mouthed kiss. Three tongues lapping and dueling with each other. Soft moans filled the peach colored room.

Nisha’s fingers dwelt deep between Nicole’s legs, finding a cleft of moisture. Her dark fingers gliding over Nicole’s soft dark hairs and down between wet pink folds, rolling and coaxing her clitoris to hardness. Nicole ventured her own hand down to slip down the cleft of Moira’s ass, dipping down to caress her soft thighs and then to slip into her warm tight opening. Moira dipped down to sample Nicole’s small hard nipples, her tongue dancing and fluttering. She suckled the older woman lovingly with practiced skill.

Nisha was the conductor of this symphony of wanton lust. She gently yet firmly commanded Nicole to kneel on hands and knees and then motioned Moira to slip under and between her leShe then helped Nicole down, spreading her thighs, till she planted her pussy atop Moira’s waiting lips and eager tongue. Nisha caressed and massaged Nicole’s back, neck, and ass as Moira worked her magic. Nisha filled Nicole’s ears with naughty urgings, prodding her to move her hips over Moira’s wet mouth. She told her how much they’d desired her ever since meeting on the beach. She purred about how they were going to both make her cum, till she was exhausted. Nicole loves to be talked dirty to during sex and it was working.

Moira had one hand stroking Nicole’s B-cup titties and rolling her stiff nipples. The other hand had two fingers deep into her shaved pussy, still slick from Nisha’s treatment. She used her lips and tongue alternately over Nicole’s engorged labia and clitty, sucking and fluttering, shaking and lapping. Nicole ground down and bucked with little yelps of passion.

Nisha shifted around and started long licks up each underside of Nicole’s thighs. She mouthed and bit at Nicole’s buns, then opened them up to her swirling tongue. Nisha dripped a long trail of saliva down Nicole’s open crack, and then followed it with her tongue. The young lesbian lovers were pleasantly assaulting my wife of ten years from two sides. She described later the feeling of two tongues wriggling over her ass and clitty, making her rock and shudder. She held out for a couple of minutes of the lovely treatment, and then surrendered to wave upon wave of orgasm. She remembers the wicked smile of the two girls looking over her after she’d collapsed onto the bed. The hugged, faced pressed together, hands reaching down to stroke Nicole’s supine body, and then turned to kiss wildly with Nisha finally cleaning the spent juices from Moira’s lips.

The three spent the day lounging, sleeping, eating, drinking and making love. Nisha instructing Nicole in the finer points of licking pussy, eating ass, and fingering a woman. Nicole was an eager student and Moira was often the willing model. They talked for hours it seemed, the girls exposing the depth of their love and Nicole confessing her once hidden desires.

The subject of men finally came up after Nicole noted that I’d be home in a few minutes. Moira mentioned her secret desire for me and her needs to be filled on occasion by hard cock. Nisha recanted her failed affairs with men in years past, but showed no aversion to jealousy or me of her lover’s desire. Nicole suggested that they give me a surprise and prepare for my arrival. With some further plans, Nicole led them into our room.

I arrived home feeling a bit sunburned and tired from the round of golf. The three beers at the 19th hole mellowed me somewhat. I craved a tepid shower and a nice nap. How my plans would pleasantly change, I had no inkling. On arriving, I shucked my clothes and jumped into the shower. After the first coast of sweat and course grime slipped down the drain, I turned to see Nicole slipping into the shower, naked wearing only a wicked smile. We joked and chatted as I finished and she washed my back and legs, dipping down to nuzzle my now semi hard wet cock.

“Where are the girls?” I wondered.

“Well… I have a great surprise when you get out.” she cooed as she patted my down with the terry towel.

“OK, what is it? Have you been naughty?” I leered thinking that she had some new lingerie to show me. She just giggled, leading me out into the bedroom. I jolted to a stop when before my eyes, lay our two guests, reclining on our King-sized bed, dressed in my wife’s most revealing lingerie, gently caressing each other.

“Wha-wha-what?!” I stammered.

“Surprise!” Nicole burst out with a laugh and proceeded to climb onto the bed and into the embrace of the two enchantresses. My towel dropped, unknown to me, my erection bobbing as I watched my wife and the two lovelies share kisses.

“We’ve been waiting for you, lover… Will you come play with us?” Nicole cooed in her coquettish way.

“Yes, I’D love to have a taste of that hard cock, Don”, Moira beckoned me with her pouting red lips, whilst molding my wife’s breast.

I needed no other urging and stalked over to the bed, bedecked in lovely feminine flesh. I sidled up to Moira and cupped her golden brown breast under the rose teddy as I creased her buttocks with my hard cock. My lips explored her warm soft neck and ears as she stretched within my arms with feline grace. Her lips turned to mine and we kissed in open-mouthed trill.

My eyes beheld my Nicole sucking hungrily at Nisha’s large breast, still ensconced in the royal blue satin of the slip. Nicole’s teeth gnashing and slipping over the protruding bump caused by Nisha’s excited nipples. Nicole had plied the darker girls willing thighs apart and was circling her deep rose colored clitty, surrounded by dark swollen labia. Nisha’s eyes me mine and I could tell that she was prodding me, ‘What do you think of your bride now?’

With a smooth touch, Moira guided my cock between her wet pussy lips and to her gasping opening. Her leg bent up and a bit back to rest on my thigh. Her ass ground against my tummy and I slid effortlessly into her moist trap. We were poised to watch and couple as our mutual lovers began their own feast.

I watched as Nicole slipped around and straddled Nisha. She was perfectly joined into 69. I felt Nisha reach out and caress Moira’s filled pussy. Nisha’s nails even grazed toyingly along my balls and cock as it prodded and probed her lover’s tender young sex. The two gazed at us both then turned to their own delicious task. I watched as my wife, curled on top, kissed up and down Nisha’s warm soft thighs. She nestled down into the inviting cleft. I was stunned at the practiced ease with which my wife was eagerly eating pussy.

I rolled Moira up onto her knees and we were quickly engaged in a hot doggy style. In no time I was rocking her firm breasts back and forth in the satin teddy. Her ass rippled with each hard stroke as my cock plowed into her time and time again. Moira’s mews and cries mixed with my guttural grunts. I reached up to grip her dark locks like reigns and ride the bucking filly with driving thrusts.

Nisha was curved up around Nicole’s creamy ass, her tongue slicing back and forth. Two fingers probed and spun inside Nicole’s milking pussy. Nisha’s thumb stroking the bud with each push. Nisha began to shake her head as her silky wet tongue lapped around my Nicole’s openings. I could see her urging the white girl on toward a climax.

The sounds and smells of sex permeated the room. Three siren female voices bleat in sensuous treble. My bass groans laid rhythm down to the hot sex. Each of us cursed and urged the other. “Fuck my pussy! – Ohhh, yeah! Lick that ass! – Cum for me darling!” and assorted urgings in Indian and Spanish languages.

With some coaxing I plied the two 69ers apart and we also parted. We finally arranged ourselves into a Moira sandwich, which finally led to a foursome climax. Nicole slid under Moira. Nisha pulled her strong thighs back and presented her lover with a banquet at Moira’s lips. I coated up my still hard cock with lube and pasted Moira’s puckered rosebud with the slippery goo. Trying not to crush Nicole with my weight, I slowly eased my cock past her tight ring and into her anus.

I inched gently up the young girl’s tight backdoor whilst she lapped with passion at her lovers wet cleft and exposed rosebud. I could feel Nicole sucking with hunger at Moira’s throbbing clitty. Moira found the wherewithall to diddle Nicole’s stiff button. I held on for dear life as the squirming, moaning, quivering mass of sex plunged on toward ecstasy.

Surprisingly Nicole was first. Moira’s deft circling thumb hit the right speed and Nicole bucked underneath. Nisha was soon to follow and I could see her juices welling and slipping down her crack, only to be lapped up by her lover like hungry kitten at a saucer of cream. As Moira finally succumbed to the two-way assault on her ass and pussy, her shudders and bucks were too much for me to handle. My senses overloaded I pulsed jet after hot jet of thick white cum deep into her ass.

Our heaving breath finally slowed as we untangled and melded into a caressing orgy. I felt like a king in a harem, surrounded by such exotic delights. The girls confessed their day of debauchery. We stoked up our energy and made plans for the rest of the weekend. I could not believe what a life-changing visit this had become.

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Zombie. The word popped into his head as he realized that the elevator door had opened and he hadn’t even noticed. As the doors started to close he hit the button again and stepped into the elevator. He couldn’t remember if he’d locked his car or not so he pointed the remote into the garage as the doors were closing and pushed the lock button. He thought he heard the beep but didn’t have the energy to check.

The elevator opened automatically in the lobby. You had to switch elevators there, he supposed because the hotel didn’t want people coming up from the garage directly to the guest rooms. He glanced over into the restaurant and debated heading straight over for a drink and something to eat. It looked empty and that suited him fine but the day’s series of meetings had caught up with him so he hit the button to take him to the fifth floor. He knew he had to eat, he hadn’t since breakfast and his low blood sugar was part of the reason for his exhaustion.

His stomach grumbled at him as he rode the elevator alone. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, “I need to at least shower and change first.”

It took three attempts with the fucking keycard to get a green light and a click of the opening lock. He hated the things but he understood the necessity…too many people walking away with the key in their pocket meant too many locks that had to be changed and too much money spent. He was just an old-school salesman in a computer-fueled, salesperson era.

As was his habit, as soon as the door was closed behind him he was ripping off his clothes. Shoes kicked across the room, shirt and tie dropped on the floor as he passed the bathroom door, pants, socks and underwear fell at the end of the bed. He sat on the edge of the unused bed and grabbed the TV remote. It seemed to him that in his childhood there had been thirteen channels and lots to watch. Now there were hundreds and not a damn thing on. His stomach growled again; he had to eat. He knew he was going to end up asleep on the bed if he stared at the idiot box any longer so he hauled himself up and hit the shower.

The water was hot and felt good on his aching shoulders when he leaned forward with his hands against the wall, his head bowed and let it pound on his neck. It cleared his head as he stood feeling the steaming water running down his back and through his butt crack. Concentrating on the tickle that ran over his anus, he felt a familiar stirring. His cock started to harden and he knew the only way to that it would get looked after was if he did it himself. He was tempted as he soaped up and let his hand glide the length of his shaft. He thought about how good it would feel to slip a soaped-up finger up his asshole while he stroked his now rock solid penis.

“Not now,” he murmured, to his junk. “I have to eat then we’ll see if they’ve got any good porn on the tube when we come back to the room.” Now there’s something good about TV that they didn’t have when I was a kid, he thought, porn. Obligingly his penis sagged while he finished his shower and toweled down.

He looked at his clothes strewn across the room and considered picking them up but the maid had been and no one but him would be in the room so he just grabbed a pair of jeans and a golf shirt out of his suitcase. As he pulled on his jeans he realized he hadn’t grabbed any underwear but decided commando was fine. The restaurant was dark and he was just there for a couple of drinks and dinner. He slipped on a pair of loafers and didn’t bother with socks either.

The restaurant was still dead and that was still okay with him. He looked at a table against the wall but decided to start at the bar. He’d have a couple of drinks then eat there as well f it stayed empty.

“Quiet night,” he said to the bartender as he hauled himself onto a stool.

“Wednesday,” he replied, “Great night to work but the tips suck. You here on business? I don’t remember you being in before.”

“Yup, another hotel, another city and another lonely night. Just me, my right hand and a couple of young lesbians on TV.”

The bartender laughed. “Well, I’m not going to be able to help you out with that but maybe a drink will put you in the mood. What’s your poison?”

Something moved in the corner of his eye and glanced toward the door. He knew her routine to a T because it was his routine. She glanced around the restaurant, resting her eyes for a couple of seconds on a corner table then looked up at the bar. He could tell from the look that she’d made the same decision as him and she pulled up a stool, leaving one separating the two of them. There was no briefcase and the business attire had been ditched as well but from the few seconds he had looked her up and down he knew she was in the same boat. Another hotel, another city and another lonely night.

“Red wine, something full-bodied.” He finally responded to the bartender who had watched him watching her and gave him a knowing wink. “And whatever the lady is drinking as well.”

She looked over at him and flashed him a Antep Bayan Escort tired smile. “That’s very kind of you,” she said, “and not necessary.”

“You can get the next one,” he replied. “Your expense account or mine; we can flip a coin if you’d like. So what do you sell?”

She chuckled. “It’s that obvious is it?”

“Pretty much. I mean us old sales guys all start to look alike after awhile.” The words were out of his mouth before his filter went up. “I mean you’re obviously much younger than me and obviously not a guy and you sure don’t look anything like me.” It came out a little too quickly and a little too loudly as things usually do when trying to extract a foot from a mouth.

This time it wasn’t a chuckle but closer to a belly laugh. “Well, I’m not sure about younger and I know I look like crap but I’m definitely not a guy. I’m also reasonably sure you don’t want to know what I sell.”

“Thanks for letting me off the hook,” he said and decided to key in on the relatively safe topic of sales. “As for what you sell, it can’t be as boring as my brake pads. Tell me you sell drugs or guns or something exciting.”

“Brakes pads, huh? Strange as it may seem I also sell pads but a different kind. I’m not sure about exciting but I can tell you tales about super absorbency or light days. You might find the difference between tampons and wrap-around panty liners very enlightening but if that’s to be the topic of conversation then I should move closer or we might spoil someone’s dinner.” She moved to the stool beside him closing the gap.

It was a good thing he still had his wine glass close to his mouth otherwise the bartender might have been wearing a mouthful of zinfandel. “No need to get into the gory details, if you know what I mean,” he said with a laugh.

“I know exactly what you mean, trust me.”

The first and second glass of wine went down quickly as they discussed sales, difficult clients, hotels and having to ask the front desk what room you’re in because they all start to blend together. When the bartender offered another round he asked if she’d like to join him at a table for dinner with the next glass of wine and she accepted provided it went on separate tabs.

They slid into a corner booth and the bartender dropped off menus and another glass of wine. He wasn’t sure how she was feeling but between the warmth from the wine, the exhaustion from the day and the ease with which they were chatting he had a nice glow going. He stretched his feet out under the table and accidentally bumped hers. Apologizing he started to pull his foot away but it was held firmly in place when she slipped hers on top of his. Their eyes met over the top of the menus and she reached across the table and ran a finger down the back of his hand.

Without letting her gaze slip from his she slid out of the booth and slipped over onto his side of the table. She leaned over and whispered to him. “Forgive me for being so bold but I have to tell you that red wine makes me horny as fuck. I’d really like to order an appetizer, finish this glass then get out of here. If we don’t leave after this glass I’m going to have to get on my knees under the table and suck your cock right here.” She slipped a hand into his crotch to grope his swelling cock. The decision to not put on underwear now seemed like a mistake. If he had to stand up to go to the washroom he was going to have to drape a napkin in front.

Quickly recovering from his initial shock he said, “Bold is good with me. I will warn you, however, that if you don’t take your hand off the goods very soon I’m likely going to have a rather embarrassing wet spot in my jeans when we get up to leave.”

She removed her hand and grabbed his guiding it under her skirt and onto her panties. “You mean wet like this?” she asked and his cock almost burst his zipper.

The bartender returned and asked if they’d made any decisions. Rather than make it obvious he kept his hand where it was as he stumbled through an order of escargot and calamari. When his one finger made a nervous twitch he felt her push against it and heard her exhale a little too loudly. The waiter smiled at him and said, “I’ll tell the chef to make it snappy.”

“Thank you,” he said, a little too loudly. When the bartender had gone he started to pull his hand from between her legs but she clamped it in place with one hand and pulled her panties to one side with the other and pushed his finger between her lips, groaning softly.

“God you’re soaked,” he said slid his finger between her hot, wet labia.

“Mmm, if I’d known I was going to have this much red wine I would have raided my samples and put on a panty liner. Usually I have one glass then head to my room for a little porn and my trusty rabbit.”

“We’re more alike than I thought.” He moved his finger up slightly and found her swollen clit then swirled his finger lightly around it. She clamped onto his hand, squeezed her legs tight and several shudders ran through her body.

After a minute of being held in place and feeling her vibrations she released his hand and turned to him. “Thank you,” she said. “That will keep me from ripping your clothes off until we make it back upstairs.” She leaned in and nibbled on his ear. “When was the last time you had sex? I don’t mean masturbation or the wham-bam type but good, intense, incredible sex.” Her hand slipped down to his rock hard cock again.

He thought about it and honestly could not remember. “It has been awhile. Let’s see, divorced two years ago and sleeping on my own for at least a year before that. Since the divorce I’ve had a few wham-bam sessions but they were all paid for, if you know what I mean. How about you?”

“I learned to stay away from bars and particularly red wine in bars very quickly after my divorce. I know I could go out and get fucked anytime but I’m not into married guys and the younger guys have no clue. All they want is to do the deed and hit the road. I tried the paid route too and they’re definitely more attentive but the fire isn’t there. So, yeah, I can’t really remember either.”

“If you stay away from bars and red wine, what are we doing here?”

She pulled up his left hand. “No wedding ring, you offered a glass of wine, we’re about the same age, I was totally wiped out after today and even before the wine I wanted something more than my rabbit tonight. Right place, right time.”

The bartender was a man of his word and he was back with their appetizers in no time. He struggled to keep up to her in wolfing down some food and finishing up the wine. She was obviously ravenous and he was reasonably sure it wasn’t just for food and wine. He signed the tab onto his room and she didn’t offer much in the way of protest. They were both ready to get out of there.

The exhaustion he felt in the lobby earlier was gone and they almost dashed across to the elevators. Thankfully his erection had died down so he could walk in public without an unsightly bulge. But it didn’t take long to return as soon as the elevator doors closed. They had no sooner decided his room was closer and hit the button for the fifth floor when she pulled him into her arms and locked onto his lips. Their tongues explored and introduced themselves to each other while she cupped the cheeks of his ass in her hands.

He pulled free, yanked her blouse free of her skirt and let his hands slide up to her breasts. He hadn’t focused on them earlier and the looseness of her blouse had hidden their now obvious size. They were firm and full and the nipples stood at attention through her bra. As he fumbled to slide his hands underneath he discovered that it had a front clasp and he quickly unhooked it. She gasped as both of his hands found a nipple and gently squeezed and twisted them.

They hadn’t been paying attention to anything but each other until they felt the elevator stop and heard the doors slide open. Thankfully the hallway was clear and they practically sprinted down the hall to his door. He fumbled with the keycard and cursed it again when he couldn’t get the door open. Meanwhile she was working on his belt and when it let go she started fumbling with his button and zipper. If he couldn’t get the fucking door open he was sure she was going to pull out his penis right here in the hall. Finally he noticed he had the card upside down, reversed it and heard the lock click. They stepped into his room just as she released his aching penis from his jeans, which fell to the floor with the rest of his clothes.

He started to apologize for the mess but she obviously wasn’t concerned. She was staring at his package and running both hands over his balls and his cock. She was obviously distracted so he took the opportunity to unbutton her blouse to set the girls free then sprung the clasp on her skirt and pulled down the zipper. He’d stepped out of his jeans and loafers so he was standing there naked but for a golf shirt and she was in front of him in a pair of lace panties, an open bra and blouse with her skirt pooled at her feet.

“This is amazing,” she said, still staring at his throbbing cock and running her hands around and over it. A couple of the paid ladies he’d entertained had commented on his package and how it was much bigger than average but he’d always thought that was just part of their act. He’d never really had the opportunity or desire to openly compare his to other guys.

He lifted a breast to his mouth, pulling the erect nipple in and swirling his tongue over it.

“So are these but if you don’t stop what you’re doing you’re going to have a mess in your hands,” he said as he switched to the other nipple.

She let go and grabbed the bottom of his golf shirt lifting it over his head then shrugged off her blouse and bra. She locked onto his mouth again and pressed her swollen breasts against his chest walking him backwards towards the empty bed. When the back of his legs hit the bed he let himself fall backwards, pulling her down on top of him. His cock was pulsating between them and she let loose from his mouth and pulled one of his nipples into her mouth. She nibbled one then the other with just enough tooth action to send shockwaves of pleasure not pain through his body. Then she was down at his belly blowing and licking her way down. He knew where she was headed and it was obvious that was where she wanted to go.

His friend was sticking straight up at her but she bypassed him and went for his testicles and scrotum. First he could feel her hot breath as cupped and admired his sack. He groaned when he felt her light kisses then her tongue work its way over his aching nuts and up to the base of his shaft. She ran her tongue up the full length of his underside. When she took his head into the heat of her mouth he let out a growl and it was all he could do to keep from filling her mouth with what he knew would be a huge load of semen. He wasn’t ready to let go yet so he pulled himself out of her mouth and rolled her onto her back.

It was his turn to start at the top and work down. He kissed her lips and tasted some of his saltiness on her tongue. She writhed and groaned when he nibbled and blew gently on her neck and earlobes. Then it was on to her gorgeous breasts, flattened somewhat from being on her back but large and firm enough to make nice pillows on her chest. The nipples were easy to find, sticking a good half inch from her areolas and he returned the favour using his teeth and some solid suction as she pushed them hard against his lips. When he reached her belly he could feel her whole body quivering in anticipation of what he was about to find.

If he thought her panties were wet before he hadn’t seen anything. The stain had spread up to the front of her mound and disappeared between her legs towards her butt. When he pulled them off and she opened her legs he could smell her sex wafting to his nostrils. Her pubic mound was neatly trimmed but not completely without hair and he liked that. A woman should have some hair there even if it sometimes had to be picked out of your teeth. Her labia were full, red and glistening. He traced the right side of her mound with the tip of his tongue, under her lips and back up the left side, listening to her quickening breath and low moans.

The smell was incredible and a trickle of opaque juice dripped from her lips and ran towards her anus. It was obvious she couldn’t wait any longer and neither could he…he had to taste her. He dropped his mouth over her labia and sucked them hard into his mouth running his tongue between her lips then letting them pop out from between his. Now they were open, like the spreading wings of a butterfly, and he could clearly see the shiny, pink of her pussy. He ran his tongue over the inside of her savouring the smell and the taste. As a kid an older boy had explained to him how pussy smelled like fish and tasted like chicken. The kid obviously wasn’t very experienced. This pussy smelled like a kind of musk but with a light citrus aroma mixed in and the taste was a combination of sweet and salty. It was apparent that she looked after that part of her body when it came to hygiene because there was nothing fishy there.

Now she was grinding into him and when he looked up over her mound she had a breast in each hand and looked like she might just pull a nipple right off. He dove in licking from her anus straight to her clitoris with the full width of his tongue like a kid enjoying an ice cream cone. She rocked and moaned and thrust at him every time his tongue ran over her clit. He knew it wouldn’t take much and decided he wanted her cum in his mouth right then so he thrust two fingers between her lips and curved them up to her front wall to massage her textured G-spot. He found it easily and she pushed hard against his fingers rocking with his back and forth motion. As soon as he had her rhythm down he wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked it in swirling his tongue around and over her engorged nub.

“Oh God, yes,” she cried. “Don’t stop. Oh, shit, please don’t stop.” If the neighbours were sleeping they wouldn’t be now but he did as he was instructed and massaged her G-spot with two curled fingers while tonguing the hood around her clitoris. She had obviously let go of her tits and now had his head clamped hard against her vagina, rocking and twisting…making him work to keep his fingers in place and his tongue on target.

Then it stopped. All the motion ceased except for his fingers and tongue as she mashed his face into her pussy and froze. He could feel the muscles in her legs contract around his ears and her fingers tightening around clumps of his hair. The sound that came from her throat was a combination of a growl and a squeal an ‘errrrrreeeeee’ that he had never heard before. Then she released. Her legs let go of his head and her hands went back to her nipples while she bucked against his mouth. He released her lips and drew in a breath that he desperately needed but her hands were back on his head jamming his face back against her sopping pussy. She pushed him away then pulled him in several times as she rocked and thrust on the bed. And it was done. The strength went out of her arms and legs and she lay like a rag doll. An adult rag doll with legs spread and pussy dripping.

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OK, let’s see how this goes. I hope you enjoy it. Briana sees her hot neighbour, who’s also her boss, sunbathing nude. She masturbates and imagines making love to the woman twenty years her senior. Briana reveals to the woman that she saw her naked in the garden, which leads to an invitation …

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GA — Burford, Oxfordshire 29th July 2012.

Clandestine and furtive, yet excited and aroused, I watched from the upstairs window. My neighbour, ripe and voluptuous, already tanned by the summer sun stretched on the lounger, arms above her head, fingers locked as, with her bare breasts upthrust to towards the sun, she lay basking in the afternoon warmth.

Her name floated from my lips. “Marina,” I sighed, a hand wedged into the waist of my jeans, while keeping the object of my as yet unvoiced desire in sight. My fingers flicked the jeans fastening open and I wriggled to slide them over my hips; and thus, with fingers parting labia already slick and oily with desire, I began to masturbate.

The woman moved, leaning to reach for a thin-stemmed glass from which she then sipped. Her breasts, heavy and full, swung and swayed as she moved. In my head I wondered at the texture of those big tits as if they were cupped in my palms and, while my forefinger tickled my clitoris and elicited a long groan of pleasure from my throat, I saw Marina hovering above me as I lay on my bed, her eyes on mine, a smile twitching the corners of her mouth when, after a long and tender kiss, she offered those breasts to my mouth.

Desperation itched between my legs while I continued to stare down on my unsuspecting neighbour. I needed something inside me, something firm and thick to stretch and fill me while I rubbed myself.

Cursing in frustration I tore my gaze away from her and, with my jeans bunched around my calves, stumbled to the bed. Lying on my front my fingers scrabbled inside the bedside drawer as I searched, frantically cursing at my thwarted attempts to find it — Why do inanimate objects have the ability to frustrate us in a moment of dire need?

I cursed again when I felt that orgasm ebbing. “Fuck,” I spat. I’d been so close. “Damn and bugger it.”

Finally I found it, inevitably wedged at the back of the drawer, hibernating between layers of underwear. I pulled the dildo from within and, ignoring the confetti scattering of delicate underwear, managed to negotiate the steps to the window despite still being hobbled by the jeans.

Marina still reclined there occasionally sipping rose, causing my stomach to flip with excitement and lust to sipe from my sex.

Heat swelled my vulva and coloured my cheeks as I whispered, “Beautiful.” I squeezed my breasts with one hand while, after laying the rubbery faux penis on the chair, I fingered my pussy again. “Kiss me,” I breathed as, imagining Marina’s hot body against mine, my tongue flicked in a fantasy kiss, dancing and sliding with Marina’s, writhing over and over, our hands and mouths exploring. “Lick my cunt,” I muttered, and face growing hot at the obscenity. “Oh, Marina, lick me and kiss me so I can taste myself on your tongue …”

The surge began, the heat of it coming from somewhere deep and visceral, pooling at my core, threatening to burst and overwhelm me with wave after wave of pleasure. Sobbing, I grabbed the dildo and staggered to the bed. I fell upon the rumpled quilt, rolling onto my back and spreading my knees as wide as I could in the restriction of my clothing.

I fucked that spongy cock into my opening, my body accepting it hungrily, my pussy clenching and oiling while I sobbed for release and fingered the taut, pink nub of my clitoris.

“Oh fuck,” I grunted, eyes closed, knees snapping together as, with the dildo wedged inside me I heaved onto my side and came. I heard the mewls and whimpers coming from me as I lay there, tense and shuddering, teeth gritted, my body jerking.

When, eventually, the hammering of my heart in my ribcage slackened and my breathing slowed, I turned onto my back, loose-limbed and sated. I lay there for a few seconds and contemplated how uncomfortable it was with my tee-shirt hem rolled up to my shoulder-blades. To ease the discomfort of my bunched clothing I sat up catching sight of myself in the mirror. In that reflection I saw a scarecrow-haired fright of dishevelled clothing, a dazed mannequin with eyes like an accident victim, wide and confused. A quarter length of dildo hung out of me like an obscene tongue, and I reached between my legs to ease the thing free. It slid out of me with a slurp, my labia clinging to the shaft as though reluctant to relinquish control.

I wobbled about the room on jelly legs as I slowly undressed. Next, leaving my clothes in an untidy heap, with the rubber cock lounging on the bedsheets in languid, post-coital torpor, I padded barefoot to the bathroom.

I drew a deep bath and then sat upon the porcelain toilet and held my labia Bayan Escort Gaziantep splayed with my fingertips to piss a long stream into the bowl. Then I bathed, feeling the warm water sooth my inflamed pudendum. I day-dreamed about my neighbour, Marina, who at twenty years my senior, forty-two years old, was unmarried and also my boss. There were rumours that she was lesbian, a snippet that fired my imagination and caused me to grow slightly infatuated over her.

Catching her sunbathing had been such a shock. As I’d glanced out of the upstairs window and chanced to look across her garden I’d seen her there, in her garden without a stitch of clothing. Arousal came swift and savage in its intensity, triggering such a response that I decided, recklessly, that I had to let Marina know how I felt.

The problem was how to do it without compromising my career.

As it happened, circumstances overtook me when Marina passed me in the corridor at work the following day.

“Hello, Briana,” she smiled. My body reacted as soon as I heard her voice. The scent of her made my pussy swell with warmth while my eyes moved to her lips and I thought about kissing them. “Lovely weather,” she added.

My voice, when it came, sounded strange to my own ears. It was as if it were a stranger speaking. The words came from nowhere; I certainly didn’t mean to reveal that I’d seen her naked in her garden, not intentionally. Despite my resolve that I’d reveal my deep feelings, when it came to it, us face-to-face, my nerve failed me. So it was a shock even to me to hear myself blurt, “Nice enough to sunbathe and drink wine,” I said.

Marina didn’t respond for a long time. She stared at me, her eyes clouding as the smile melted from her face like ice cream on a hot afternoon. Finally she cleared her throat, glanced around to see if we’d been observed, bid me a curt goodbye, and walked quickly away.

All the rest of the week, from Monday morning to Friday afternoon Marina avoided me — or perhaps it was I who kept out of her way?

It was pure chance that we both stepped out of our neighbouring front doors early on Saturday.

“Lovely day again,” Marina said, her face turned up to the blue sky above. A few cotton wool clouds drifted high and insignificant, lazy and no threat to the scorching summer afternoon that the morning promised.

The blush rose in my face, and I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I avoided my neighbour’s eye when she turned her attention to me.

All I could do was offer a bland agreement. “Yes,” I muttered. “It looks like it.”

“I was wondering,” Marina said as I hurried towards my car. “That if it does turn out nice, and I think it will, that it might be fun if you came over this afternoon. We could open a bottle of wine …?”

It was all I could do to mumble a reply that it sounded like a good idea and then fall into my car. I had been keen to get into the supermarket before the usual weekend stampede, but now mind was awhirl.

Marina’s suggestion sparked myriad scenarios that filled my thoughts but, somehow, I negotiated traffic, shopped and then drove home without incident, all the while wondering just why my neighbour had made the offer.

By the time I returned home I’d convinced myself Marina had no ulterior motive for issuing the invitation. I’d obsessed all week on the brief meeting in the corridor and the possible outcome of my comment, but now came to the conclusion that to Marina my remark had been momentarily puzzling, but which she’d subsequently dismissed and forgotten. Her offer to share a bottle of wine was just a friendly invitation passed from one neighbour to another. The woman had, I determined, thought nothing more that to bridge the gap between superior and subordinate, ignoring that fact that she was my boss, and focussing instead on being neighbourly.

That was what I convinced myself. The alternative was just too unnerving to contemplate.

“Hi, Briana,” good to see you,” Marina smiled. She stepped back and held the door wider. Inviting me into her home with an elegant sweep of an arm, she asked, “Wine?” Then, with her scent drifting on a wave of perfumed air, she closed the door and moved past me towards the kitchen. “Red, white, or pink?” Marina offered as, with her big eyes on me, she stood next to the large, double-doored refrigerator.

I opted for the pink and, after my host poured, followed her onto the patio. Marina settled the light cotton dress around her legs and, after indicating a similar chair with a light, aluminium frame and netting for a seat and back-rest, sat opposite me wearing huge sunglasses masking her expression.

“I suppose,” Marina said after a delicate sip, “that you’re wondering why, after six months of us being neighbours, that I asked you to come round?” I nodded, unnerved by the glasses hiding Marina’s eyes. Not being able to read her face was unsettling.

I felt a tickle of anxiety in my tummy at the woman’s words. Just what was she going to say? Why did she invite me? Was it work, her being neighbourly … or where the rumours true, she did like girls and was about to make a play for me?

I squirmed against the netting beneath me, fearful and excited at the same time.

“I don’t normally mix business and pleasure,” Marina continued. “But …” She paused and reached for her cigarettes and lighter that sat on the glass-topped garden table. “Smoke?” she offered, proffering the packet towards me.

“No, no thanks, I don’t use them,” I replied, shaking my head.

“Wise lady,” Marina nodded.

Business and pleasure, the words screamed in my head. She’s going to make a move on me, I thought. Arousal, fear, nervousness all clamoured within me. Oh, God … What do I do? I’d mooned over marina for so many weeks, fantasised and masturbated over scenarios conjured up in my head, but now that the moment of truth was upon me — any moment, I was certain, she was going to lay the hard word on me — I balked.

“Anyway,” my host said after blowing a thin stream of smoke towards the sky. “I was thinking …”

Go on … Please, go on. Tell me you fancy me. Tell me you know I was watching last Sunday, that you know what I did, that you know I fucked myself and imagined such dirty, nasty, sordid things…

“… that you might benefit from a course, residential, two weeks, and when you get back, if you’re successful, there’s the potential for promotion in it.”

That was it. The reason she’d mentioned business and pleasure was, while we enjoyed a sip of rose in the garden in the sunshine we could discuss the pros of me attending a training course.

For the next hour, and almost a bottle further, we chatted about how things could be improved at work. Eventually, with another bottle sitting in a nest of ice in the bucket on the table, Marina pushed the sunglasses into her hair, took a deep drag on her current cigarette, and ground it into the ashtray.

Following a glance over her shoulder towards my house, Marina’s eyes levelled on mine, her head tilting.

“Is that where you saw me from?” she asked. “Last Sunday, when I was out here …” A laugh burst from her throat when Marina saw my surprise. “What? You think I didn’t join the dots after we spoke on Monday?” She reached for her glass and sipped, her amused eyes regarding me as she drank. “You caught me by surprise at first.” Marina shrugged and lit up another cigarette. “But when I got home and came out here and saw how that window …” Marina gestured with the cigarette between her fingers. “… Overlooks the patio. Well, of course I surmised that you’d seen me.” Marina shrugged again. “So what?” she said. “You saw me naked? It’s no big deal. It’s my garden and I can sunbathe in the nuddy if I want to.”

“I …” began, but my mouth just fell open and then snapped shut when I found I had no words to deliver at that moment.

Marina chuckled. “But I did start thinking about you after that, Briana. I wondered why you’d said what you did. I mean, if you’d seen me and looked away, perhaps embarrassed, you probably wouldn’t have said anything. But, I have to say that following your comment, something came to mind. I’ve seen you sometimes, in the office, looking at me, in an odd way. I put it down to us being neighbours, me being the boss, and thought that you might be a little … intimidated.

“But I suspect there’s something more. So, tell me, Briana. Is there anything to it? Is there another reason why your eyes follow me around the office?

Her percipience rendered me incapable of either speech or coherent thought. My cheeks burned as I struggled for a way out of this situation. Marina’s eyed bored into me, relentless, unblinking. My mouth opened and closed several times, but all I could do was gurgle some inarticulate babble and flap my hands.

“Don’t worry,” Briana,” the woman continued after several seconds of my gape-mouthed gargling. “I certainly don’t mind. But I’d like to know. Is there something on your mind? It’ll help, you know, if you just get it off your chest. If there is anything … you know … bothering you.”

“I watched you,” I breathed, my eyes closed while my cheeks burned even hotter. I reached for my glass and drained the contents in one long draught. “From my bedroom. While you sunbathed. You’re …” I paused, unable to go on.”

“What?” Marina murmured, her expression intent as she leaned forward to hear the revelation.

I saw her bosom move, watched her breasts roll under the dress and the desire overwhelmed me. I looked at her lips, so full and ripe for kissing. Wondering how her lips would taste, imagining her tongue — wine and cigarettes — on mine as we kissed, our hands on each other exploring new and exciting places, I sighed and closed my eyes.

When I opened them again a moment later she was still watching me.

“Tell me, Briana,” Marina insisted gently. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what it is.”

“You know already,” I said. “Stop teasing me …” Marina’s eyes shone as she smiled at. She winked. “You’re so beautiful,” I moaned. “I watched you, saw you naked and I … I … I just wanted to come down here and kiss you.” I looked at her, my eyes imploring her not to laugh; I needed her to understand.

“Oh, Briana,” the woman said with a sigh.

I took the exhalation for disappointment, I’d offended her in some way, misread her intent. Rising to my feet, I stammered, “I … I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have … I’d better go …”

And then, before I knew it, Marina was there, her mouth pressed to my lips.

“You should have come to me,” she murmured before her tongue slid into my mouth. Marina kissed me and pulled my body close to hers so our breasts met through our clothing. Her hands went around my waist, sliding down over my hips until her fingers moved to my buttocks. She squeezed those globes and pulled away from the kiss. “You should have come to me,” Marina repeated. “We could have drunk wine and made love …”

“I played with myself and thought of you,” I admitted,’ the words rushing out of me, spilling through the breech in the dam wall. “I fingered myself and used a dildo … I was so hot … so needy. All I could think of was you, how you’d taste, what you’d say and do and how you’d moan …”

“You can find out. Now, right now. We can do it all, Briana. I want you to come to my bed and we can touch each other. We can kiss and lick and …” She eyed me then in such a way, sly and feline, that my stomach lurched and a slide of longing soaked my underwear. “Never mind,” Marina said, turning. She held my hand and led me through the patio doors into her kitchen. “I’ll show you,” she added. “Later, after I’ve made you come with my tongue and my fingers …”

Marina undressed me in her bedroom. She slid the bootlace straps of the dress over my shoulders and, with the dress gathered at my hips, she eyed my braless breasts, her eyes gleaming.

“You’re beautiful, Briana,” she breathed, one hand stroking my blonde hair. “God knows what you see in an old woman like me, but you’re absolutely gorgeous.” Marina’s fingertips traced light patterns over my breasts, her thumbs sliding over my nipples as her touched aroused the teats to long, thick points. “I’ve just got to kiss your boobs …”

“Marina,” I sighed when my lover’s tongue circled my areola. “I want to touch you too. Can I see your body again? Please … Please let me kiss your breasts.”

Marina stepped back and, with her eyes on mine, with a lop-sided smile on her face, she slowly peeled the dress from her body. She unclasped her bra and thrust her tits forward.

“Is that what you wanted to see, Briana?”

I whimpered, the urge to touch myself between my legs overwhelming me.

“You dirty girl,” Marina smiled when my fingers went to my sex. “But let me do that for you. Take the dress off and get on the bed. Open your legs so I can see you. Oh,” Marina gasped when I complied with her request and she could see all of me, wide open, hot and bubbling and vulnerable. “I’m going to taste your cunt, my lovely girl …” Marina paused as, lying on her front, she looked over the soft plain of my stomach and the twin hillocks of my breasts. Her eyes found mine and she smiled. “I’m going to enjoy you,” she grinned.

And then a groan burst out of me as I arched my back, my hips rising from the bed, and felt Marina’s mouth on me for the first time.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped when her tongue squirmed into my opening.

“All in good time,” the woman said before splaying my labia with her fingers, she licked my clitoris numb. “I’ll fuck you in a few minutes.”

When I came I writhed and thrashed while Marina kept up her relentless, stiff-fingered assault on my cunt. She finger-fucked me and licked my clitoris simultaneously, sending me into a wild paroxysm of thrashing limbs and venomous, spitting obscenities.

I came and came while, with her fingers still curled up inside me, Marina eased her tanned body along my paler form and she kissed my mouth.

“You want to get fucked now?” my lover asked from her kneeling position above me. “I love women, always have done,” she informed me as she padded across the bedroom towards a large dressing table. “But sometimes I just can’t come unless I’ve got something inside me. I’ve tried hard cock but there’s usually a penis attached to it,” she quipped, and it took me a few seconds to click to her meaning.

“Oh, that’s funny,” I panted, still breathless. Then my eyes widened as Marina turned and held a long double-ended dildo aloft.

“Meet me in the middle?” she grinned and almost ran back to the bed. Clambering aboard, giggling while I rode the billowing mattress as it swelled like a bouncy-castle following Marina’s excited leap, the woman waggled the full eighteen inches of synthetic male organ in her fist. The thing hung, thick and threatening, the ridges and knobbles and gigantic twin cock-heads promising to split me open and touch me in intimate places so deep no fingers or tongue could ever hope to reach.

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It’s late Friday night, and I’ve just gotten through eating with friends. The anticipation of meeting you later causing butterflies in my stomach, and me to be entirely too impatient during our meal. I call you as I get closer to the outside of your building, and you meet me at the door and escort me up to you apartment. I haven’t said a word, because I’m too nervous. I’ve seen you naked, but this is the first time that I see you in person. You lean over an ask me if I’m wet, and I’m a little flustered, but you get a kick out of it, especially when I mumble “yes”. As we walk into your place, I try and slip some sense of normalcy back into the conversation, I know I’m there to fuck you, but still…And then you lead me in, and back to your bedroom, where you cut on a light, and shut the door.

Things start normally, I sit on your bed, and you sit next me, and we start to kiss. Things begin getting hotter, and my top comes off, finally giving you a chance to be with the breasts you’ve been admiring for these past few days. You kiss and suck on them, turning me on, causing me to thrust them more into your mouth. You begin to undo my pants, sliding them down my legs, baring my skin and my wet shaved pussy for you. You slip your finger past my thong, and dip it in so you can see for yourself how wet I am for you. Pleased with your find you begin to kiss my neck, exploiting my weakness and driving me wild while you finger me, hitting my G-spot. Using your other hand you pin my hands above my head, while continuing to finger fuck my pussy and kissing me.

Suddenly, your finger leaves my cunt, Escort Bayan Antep and me in my disorientation don’t realise what you’re doing, as you quickly bind my hands above me to your bed. Leaving me in a state of total surrender. I then realise that you are still dressed as you begin to slide your way down my body, between my legs, to settle your mouth right at the apex of my pussy.

You begin by teasing me, lightly kissing and licking all around it, while avoiding what I want you to touch so badly. Every so often lightly your nose touches it, and I squirm a little to get it closer beginning for your attention. “Please,” I say. “Please Justin!” You merely smile, and lightly flick your tongue across my clit, making me shudder, while you slide two fingers into my pussy to push at my g-spot. “More,” I scream, “I need more. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” I get closer and closer to the edge, and you continue lightly licking me, driving me while, and then orgasm begins to shake my body, as I moan, doing my best not to scream to loudly.

“Now, it’s time for you to suck me…

You undo you pants and push them down along with your boxers. I begin to lick my lips as I see your member come forth, you being semi hard from licking at my pussy. You take off your shirt and move forth touching the tip of your cock to my lips. My tongue instinctively goes out to lightly taste it, watching as you shiver a little from it. I smile as you begin to push your way past my lips, sliding your cock into my mouth. I try to break my hands free of their bonds as you begin to fuck my face. I swirl my tongue around your dick, and you moan and pull back from my face before plunging back in at a voracious speed.

While pounding my mouth with your rock hard cock, you free my hands from their bindings, unaware of what I now have planned. Using momentum I flip you on your back on so that we’ve now switched positions, and your shock, I’ve taken the bindings and bound you in the same position you just had me.

“See the problem is you’re just much to use to getting your way, so demanding. You shouldn’t torture Justin, because you’re just asking to be tortured right back.” I start by lightly licking your cock all over, just using the tip of my tongue. I watch as you begin to breathe deeper, enjoying how my teasing is affecting you. Slowly I lick just the head of your cock, then take it in my mouth….

Greedily, I take your cock in my mouth and suck on it, up and down I pump it in my mouth. Sucking and licking, watching you from my position, enjoying the way you buck and groan under the assault of my mouth. I pull back a little, lightening the touch of my tongue, you plead for more. I take you back in my mouth, licking you all over, making sure you’re good and wet, and then I stop to scoot up your body. “What are you doing,” you ask. I just smile, and wrap my tits around your cock.

You enjoy the sensation so much, of my breasts sliding up and down your cock. It begins to send you over the edge, “I’m coming,” you groan out. I quickly place my mouth back over your cock, sucking and sucking until I feel your semen spurt into my mouth. I take it all and swallow it, enjoying every last drop.

Fully rested, and ready for more, I release you from your restraints knowing you’ll make me pay for tying you up like that and teasing you. You roughly pull me to you, and bend me over. I feel your cock growing harder against my ass. You rub the tip of it against my bare pussy, against my clit. “Please,” I beg. “I need your cock in me,” yet you continue to tease me as it gets harder and harder. Then slowly I feel you begin to enter me, teasing me, barely inserting the head of your dick into my tight pussy. Slowly, my pussy taking in your cock.

Once all the way in, you stay for a minute, enjoying the feeling of my pussy wrapped around you, and then you begin to pump into me. Slow, at first, but hard. Moving faster, and just fucking me, I begin to moan. “Oh god,” I scream, enjoying the friction of you hitting my G-Spot. “More, please more, don’t stop!” You fuck harder and harder, ignoring my pleas, it feels so good, I can’t think straight, and then I cum, my whole body shaking with tremors, my pussy tightening around your cock.

I collapse onto the bed, unable to take the unbelievable orgasm that has gripped me, when you stop, pull out and flip me over. You’re still hard cock is there staring at me. “Take all of it in you,” you say. “I want every last inch between those lips.”

You push it into my mouth, and I take your cock as deep as I can. You groan a little each time the tip touches the back of my throat. Loving every second of it. Faster and faster, harder and harder, you fuck my mouth and I’m loving every second of it. I’ve never tasted cock so good in my life.

Just as I feel you about to cum, you pull your cock out of my mouth and grab my hand to wrap it around your dick. “Stroke it for me, I want to see my cum on your chest, all over those gorgeous breasts.” And finally as I stroke you nice and hard, I see your cum beginning to squirt onto my chest. It looks so good, I begin to stroke you harder until I have completely milk you. You take your cock out of my hand and sit back on the bed, exhausted.

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An Orgasmic Treat for Sarah… http://7ty.club/an-orgasmic-treat-for-sarah.html http://7ty.club/an-orgasmic-treat-for-sarah.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 http://7ty.club/an-orgasmic-treat-for-sarah.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This story was inspired by (and dedicated to) a wonderful Literotica author known as openthighs_sarah whose steamily erotic stories spark the fires for both my lady and me. Sarah: this one is from us to you… ******* I still find it hard …

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This story was inspired by (and dedicated to) a wonderful Literotica author known as openthighs_sarah whose steamily erotic stories spark the fires for both my lady and me. Sarah: this one is from us to you…

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I still find it hard to believe that some men don’t like giving a woman oral sex. (I saw Cybill Shepherd on a TV talk show. She said Elvis Presley wouldn’t eat pussy … until he met her! She told him that he couldn’t screw her until he’d eaten her.)

I love the sweet, musky taste and that heady aroma. For me, the taste and scent are even better when a pussy is completely shaved or very nearly hairless; perhaps a mini “Mohawk” or a landing strip.

But I love making oral love to a woman’s entire body. First you must lie down on your tummy. I start just behind your ear and gently lift your hair to kiss the nape of your neck. Next, long minutes kissing your shoulder blades before I move down your spine, one kiss at a time. I find those two sweet little hollows each side of the base of your spine, and dip my tongue into each dimple before moving down to your soft round buns. I hold your buttocks firmly in my hands, covering them with kisses and running my tongue down the crack of your ass.

Now for those wonderful sexy legs of yours! I take your Bayan Escort Antep left thigh between my hands and extend my tongue, trailing it from the crease all the way down to the back of your knee. I tickle that sensitive spot with the tip of my tongue and feel you wriggle under me. I kiss my way down over your firm calf until I’m kissing the back of your ankle. I move back up and take your right thigh in my hands, and repeat my kissing safari from ass to ankle. I hear you sigh as your body totally relaxes and you surrender to my oral ministrations.

Gently I roll you over and you lay on your back, eyes closed, a slight smile on your lips. I lean down and take the big toe of you left foot in my mouth. I suck on it, lashing it with my tongue, as a foreshadowing of what is to come. You giggle as I take each toe into my mouth in turn and suck it. I move my lips up over your instep and kiss my way up your shin to your knee, then on up the front of your left thigh. As my tongue draws nearer to your groin, I feel you tense, as you wonder if I am about to touch your pussy with my tongue. But just when it seems inevitable, I move back down and lift your right foot to my lips. I take a toe in my mouth… and so begins my slow, luxurious oral journey up your right leg.

I kiss my way to your hip, then pause. I move up until my face is close to yours. Your head is tilted back and I gently kiss your throat. You make little purring noises as I move my lips down between your superb breasts. I take your left breast gently between my hands and plant little dabbing kisses on the warm, pliant flesh. I take the nipple between my teeth and softly lash the tip with my tongue. You gasp with pleasure. And now your right breast is lifted to my mouth and I bathe it with my tongue before sucking the hard, puckered nipple deep into my mouth. I alternate between your breasts for long, indulgent minutes. Your breathing is becoming more rapid and your chest is rising and falling under my mouth.

But now I must move down, down.

I trail my tongue to your belly button and swirl it wetly. You sigh with pleasure. And then you groan as you feel me moving lower. Gently but firmly, I part your thighs and gaze down at your pussy. The lips are puffed and slightly parted. A dewdrop of your moisture slips lazily down the warm, pink flesh.

Slowly, I lower my face and extend my tongue. I move forward until just the very tip is grazing the outer edge of your cunt. You shiver and groan. I nibble up and down each side of your labia and you mew in frustration. I give in to your demands. With gentle fingers I peel open your lips and inhale your intoxicating musk. I lean forward, my mouth wide open. I envelope the inner folds of your trembling pussy completely with my mouth. You cry out as you feel my tongue swirling inside you, restlessly lashing the hot wet entrance to your cunt.

I move my face slightly and with the tips of my fingers, I lightly peel back the hood of your clitoris. I look down at the glistening red button for a few teasing moments then move forward and press my lips to the nub of flesh. Your entire body jerks and you let out a short little scream of pleasure, as you feel my tongue on your clit… at last! after an hour of oral lovemaking. You press your mound upwards, grinding it into my face.

I sense that you are on the edge of a powerful orgasm. As your breathing becomes more ragged and you begin to tremble, I push a finger into your pussy, massaging your g-spot as I continue to lap at your clit. And then it hits. You scream and clamp my head between your thighs, thrusting against me. My face is covered with your hot pungent juices.

As your orgasm subsides, I continue to lick you, sucking your labia into my mouth, lapping up your nectar that tastes sweeter than honey. I am relentless and will not let you rest. One orgasm follows another and you cum again and again, until you fall back… limp, spent, and totally satisfied.

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Forgotten Key, Surprising Discovery http://7ty.club/forgotten-key-surprising-discovery.html http://7ty.club/forgotten-key-surprising-discovery.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 http://7ty.club/forgotten-key-surprising-discovery.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It all started because of me. You see, I’m quite forgetful sometimes. I was always forgetting little things I had to do, or places I had to be. And this time, I’d forgotten my keys and wallet at work. Locked out of …

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It all started because of me. You see, I’m quite forgetful sometimes. I was always forgetting little things I had to do, or places I had to be. And this time, I’d forgotten my keys and wallet at work. Locked out of my apartment, with no intention of going all the way back to grab them, I slumped to the floor in front of my door in defeat. Glumly, I pulled out my phone to ring my girlfriend, Amy, to reveal the depths of my stupidity.

She picked up, and I told her of my mistake. “Oh Dan, and tonight after work I’m going to visit my parents! I’m just about to set off from work, and you know it would take me twice as long to make it over there before I go. I won’t be back for two or three hours!”

Yet another thing I forgot.

“It’s alright though, you can get a key from Mrs. Jones in the apartment next door. I left one with her when we went away last summer, so she should still have it. And she’s home all day, so you shouldn’t have any problem getting hold of her.”

Things were looking up. I might be able to get through the door of my flat at last. And whilst I barely knew my next door neighbour, I knew from passing her on the stairs that she was at least polite and friendly.

I picked myself off and dusted myself off, and moved down the hallway to her door. I knocked loudly, and waited for what seemed an eternity. With no answer, and my hopes of salvation seemingly dashed, I knocked again. After another interminable wait, I decided that she must not be home. I turned to leave and had made it three steps back towards my door when I heard the locks turning, and her door open. A head popped around the frame, looked up the other end of the hallway, and then finding no-one there, turned back in my direction. Her eyes found me, and she smiled, a sea of white on her flushed face.

“Dan, hello! Sorry, I didn’t hear you – I was watching a film. What’s up?”

I explained my predicament to her head as it poked around the door and she giggled. “Well, you’d better come in whilst I find them then.” I headed back to her door, and followed her into apartment. As I rounded the corner I realised she was only wearing a dark satin robe that was cinched around her waist and came down to just above her knees. The effect of the belt made the robe hug her curves as she sashayed in front of me, hips swinging ever so slightly.

I’d never really paid much attention to my neighbour before, having only passed her saying hello. What I did remember was that she was in her early forties, about 5’5″ with short dark hair, and always seemed to have a smile on her face. What the baggy sweatshirts and leggings I’d always seen her in had failed to disclose was that she had a beautiful figure. And that figure was now tightly ensconced in a robe and wiggling its way in front of me. I shook my head, trying to quell the rising thoughts about what might be under it. She turned and noticed me behind her, and smiled. She turned away again quickly and I could feel the heat rising to my face and a full blush coming on.

“Have a seat Dan, please, whilst I go get the key.” I sat, as invited, on the sofa in her open plan lounge, in front of the blank widescreen TV. She returned a few seconds later with the key, dangling from her finger.

“Thanks Mrs. Jones, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t have had a spare. My girlfriend Amy is away until later tonight, Bayan Escort Gaziantep so I would have been outside that door with nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs all evening.”

“Call me Sally, please! Mrs. Jones makes me sound so old, and I’m only 42!”

I blurted out that she didn’t look it, and that she looked amazing. She smiled at my blushing face, and laughed. “Well, flattery will get you everywhere Dan. Why don’t you stay a while, seeing as your girlfriend will be out for so long. I could do with the company, as I don’t get many visitors as young and handsome as you.” She had a point on the young side, whilst I wasn’t too sure about the handsome. At 23, 6’0″ and pretty toned, I was sure youthful and pretty trim, but as for handsome? Well I’d been attractive enough to snare Amy, hand’t I?

“As it’s after six, would you care to join me in a drink?” I nodded my assent and she wandered off to her kitchen, where I could see her mixing what looked like two strong drinks.

She returned and handed me my glass, and sat down on the opposite end of the sofa and curled her smooth, shapely legs up under her.

“So, tell me a little about yourself.”

We started to chat about things, and as we continued I felt myself opening up and warming to her more and more. Maybe it was the loosening effect of the drink, but occasionally she’d giggle, and push a bang of brown hair out of her face. After telling her a story showing yet another example of my forgetfulness she laughed heartily and leaned forward. The movement caused her robe to sway open at the top, and I caught a fleeting sight of a luscious, full, shapely breast and a small, hardened nipple, hanging forwards. Yet again, I felt the colour rising to my cheeks.

She pulled herself upright again, and noticing my blushes again drew her robe around her with a wan smile. “Wow, you look as if you’re quite hot. Maybe I should get you another drink.” I agreed, and she stood again from the sofa and headed off to the kitchen. This time I turned in my seat and my eyes followed her as she mixed the drinks. I watched as she reached up to the top shelf of her cupboards, trying to pick two more long stemmed glasses down. As she reached, her robe began to ride up on her thighs, exposing more and more creamy flesh, until the round mounds of her bottom began to peek from the hem of the garment. I felt conflicting emotions – knowledge that what I was thinking and seeing was wrong and unfair on Amy, who I dearly loved. But the effect of a drink, plus the sight of such a beautiful ass, fought its way to prominence as my cock began to harden.

Next she moved to the freezer, at which she had to bend down to get some ice cubes. Without bending her knees, and with her ass in the air, she reached for the lowest tray, causing her robe to rise again. This time, not only was that peach of a behind revealed in fuller glory, but I could see the thin line of a black thong running between her cheeks and towards her pussy. I held my breath, entranced, as my cock felt like bursting through its seams.

Without looking up she shouted back towards me. “I just need to powder my nose, I’m gonna leave your drink on the side for you – I’ll be back in a moment. Make yourself at home, pop on the TV or something. The remote’s on the coffee table.”

I looked back towards the TV. Anything to get me from concentrating on the MILF in the apartment with me. A quiz show, a news report. Something to stop me from doing something I knew I shouldn’t, or from embarrassing myself. So I grabbed the remote as she retreated to her bathroom, and tried to figure out what to do.

I powered up the TV with the remote, only to find that the DVD player switched on too. I fumbled with the remote, trying to prevent it from resuming the film and spoiling whatever Sally had been watching. Too late, the screen began to come to life, bringing with it a huge shock to my system. There in front of me, on the gigantic TV, was a young guy on all fours, with an older woman with short dark hair behind him, wearing nothing but lingerie. And what looked like a large rubber dong protruding from her black panties.

I should have switched it off, I know. But I couldn’t. I was transfixed, watching the MILF rubbing the lubricated strap-on cock up and down her partners tight crack. The moans of the receiver showed that he was willing and enjoying it. She pressed the bulbous tip into his asshole slowly, until the head was past the ring of muscle and the lubricated shaft began to slowly pass into him. As he became accustomed to its girth, she slowly began to rock back and forth, fucking him sweetly and gently, probing his inner depths with her member. My cock couldn’t have been any harder – it was flooding my boxers with precum and was beginning to stain the front of my jeans. I knew that I’d have to stop the excitement, but I couldn’t help it.

“I know it’s so crass, but I just love to watch my work all over again – it makes me remember what it was like fucking that young stud in the ass.”

I nearly jumped out of my skin! Whilst I was entranced in the pictures on the screen, I hadn’t noticed that Sally had returned and was standing behind me at the sofa, with her eyes on the screen too. I pawed for the remote, trying to stop it.

“No, don’t feel you should stop it on my behalf. If you’re enjoying what you’re watching you should carry on. From the looks of your jeans it seems as if you’ve got no problem with it so far!”

I was enjoying it, to be sure. And after her initial comment about her work, it only began to dawn on me that the woman who was making love to the young guy’s hungry ass was indeed the same woman who was in the apartment with me. She rounded the sofa and sat next to me, closer to me than before. I dragged my eyes off the screen long enough to see that her robe had slid open and her hand had gone to between her legs, caressing herself inside her thong. She turned to me with a look of lust and excitement in her brown eyes, and whispered “I guess you know now why I didn’t come straight to the door” and smiled at me.

“Uh, that’s, uh, that’s ok.” I stammered. “Is that really you up there?” She moved closer to me, and began to trace her spare hand up and down my knee.

“Yes, it is…I make adult movies, mostly involving my personal fetishes. This is my favourite series. I find attractive, fit young guys, bring them back to my apartment and then fuck them silly with my strapon. Mmm, I remember this scene, I came so hard that I think I almost fucked his brains out.”

As if on cue, the woman on the film, my neighbour, began bucking and writhing with a look of sheer ecstasy on her face, pumping the strapon cock further and further into her stud that his eyes seemed as if they would pop out, before the repeated pressure on his prostate became so much that he flooded the bed below him with jets and jets of cum. The screen faded to black with her slumped over his prostrate form.

“I can tell you enjoyed that as much as I did” she whispered, running her hand over the bulge in my jeans. With my groans for encouragement, she undid my belt and slowly eased my trousers and boxers down in one smooth movement. My 7″ cock sprang upwards, pointing directly at my chin. With a groan of pleasure she lowered her head to my throbbing cock and began to nibble at the skin below the end. Slowly she worked her way down, and then back up, from the bottom of my balls to the underside of the head. I writhed under her touch, trying to buck my member so that it would reach her mouth. Eventually she relented with her torture, and brought her lips to it, taking me slowly into her mouth and then pumping me up and down with her hand.

Further and further she took me in, until her nose was nestling at the base of my rod and resting on my shaven testicles. Whilst rocking her head up and down, she brought her other hand up and began to fondle my balls, running her nail down towards the skin between them and my anus. I shivered in delight at the treatment I was receiving.

But then my phone rang. She lifted her head up, and whispered to me “Answer it”. So I grabbed the phone, and seeing the display said Amy, groaned. Sally, with a twinkle in her eye, whispered again, more forcefully. “Answer it!” So I pressed answer and put the phone to my ear.

“Hey baby, it’s only me. I’m on my way back now so I should be home in about twenty minutes.”

Sally could hear the conversation too, and, smiling, moved her head to my cock again.

“Uhh, cool babe, can’t wait till you get home!”

“Did you get the key from Mrs. Jones next door?”

She began to pump my cock rapidly, whilst licking and sucking on my balls. Her tongue darted downwards, moistening my tender opening. The shivers went through me right to the core. She plunged her fingers into her pussy and slicked them with her essence.

“Uhh, yes I did sweetheart.”

“Cool, was she nice?”

Her fingers returned to my ass, circling my asshole, probing gently, as she pumped my throbbing member with her other hand.

“Oh baby, she’s wonderful, really friendly and helpful.”

I could feel my orgasm approaching, building and ready to explode. She plunged her soaking finger into my asshole, gently pushing forward and letting me accept her.

“Well, I will have to meet properly sometime soon, and get to know all about her. I love you baby”

“I love you too” I managed, just as she hung up. Sally took me into her mouth and finished me off, as I spurted wad after wad of thick creamy cum into her warm, willing mouth. The feeling of her finger gently stretching my ass was divine, making me cum like I had never cum before. She caught every last drop in her mouth, milking me slowly with her hand until I was done.

She brought her head up from my lap, and raised her lips to mine, kissing me with her tongue, coated in my manly juices. She pulled away again, leaving the surprisingly sweet and heady taste of myself in my mouth.

“I guess you’d better go home now, and clean yourself up. But just remember, if you forget your key again, you know where I live. And maybe next time I can tell you more about my work…”

And with that, I left.

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For Just a Little While Ch. 02 http://7ty.club/for-just-a-little-while-ch-02.html http://7ty.club/for-just-a-little-while-ch-02.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 http://7ty.club/for-just-a-little-while-ch-02.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Just for a little while. We hadn’t been away, just the two of us, for several years. We thought a trip to the Caribbean would do us some good. We just didn’t know how good! We arrived at the resort around 7pm. …

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Just for a little while.

We hadn’t been away, just the two of us, for several years. We thought a trip to the Caribbean would do us some good. We just didn’t know how good!

We arrived at the resort around 7pm. It more than lived up to its billing! (I would certainly hope so at the cost!) Anyway, we had a nice dinner, a couple glasses of wine and then some pretty hot sex before falling asleep. With Sue riding on top of me, seemingly close to climax, I put my hands on her ass and mentioned the possibility of her finally losing her virginity on this trip! This was in reference to the hot wife fantasy that had been dominating our bedroom activity for several years. It had started as my fantasy, but it had definitely grown into hers just as much as mine! When she’s close, if I softly whisper something about meeting a very fit guy with washboard abs and a long thick cock, I could pretty much guarantee pushing her over the cliff every time! This night was no different! The trip was off to a good start!

The next morning after breakfast we went on a very relaxed and casual snorkeling excursion arranged through the resort concierge, to explore a local reef. There ended up being only three of us and the guide. The third was an older gentleman from California, and by himself due to his wife being called back home for some type of corporate emergency. I must say he was quite charming and very funny! The reef was absolutely amazing! Steve, the older gentleman, seemed to be able to hold his breath for really long periods of time. Even our guide was impressed. He was pretty knowledgeable about different species as well but was also happy to listen to the guide and learn from him too. It wasn’t until we got out of the water and were standing on the beach, that my wife first noticed that his white swim trunks were almost totally see thru when wet. She gave me an “OMG are you seeing this” look, and as I looked, I realized what she as alluding to and it was hard to miss. Although at least ten years older than us, he was very fit, (still running half marathons we later learned) and his obviously very large cock was clinging to the material of his white trunks so he might as well have been completely naked! Sue started giggling and Steve started laughing at her laughing, not knowing why he was laughing. All of a sudden we were all laughing. Finally, still chuckling, Steve said, “What the hell are we laughing about?”

To which my wife said, “Didn’t you say you were in advertising?”

He said “Well, yeah, I was, why?!”

Laughing even harder she pointed at his crotch and said, “It looks like you are still advertising!!”

It was really funny! The guide didn’t have a clue what was going on. Steve actually turned a little bit red and picked up a towel and wrapped it around himself as he apologized for his accidental exhibitionism. But, the three of us were all laughing hysterically. We said good bye to our guide and headed back up the beach and to the pool area. It was now almost noon and Steve asked us if he could buy us lunch to make up for his little indiscretion. Then the jokes started to fly!

“I’ve seen a few indiscretions in my day Steve and I wouldn’t call that a little one, that’s for sure!”, quipped Sue.

Sue was really enjoying herself! I don’t think I’d seen her this relaxed in years. Of course she also knew that openly flirting with this guy was gonna pay big dividends for her when we got back to our room. She knew full well she was making me crazy!

So she continued, “Just how big is that indiscretion Steve?”

We were all laughing so hard the waitress started laughing without even knowing what she was laughing about! It was a trend!

She said, “Glad to see you are all having a good time.”

We finally were able to communicate our lunch order and soon it was on the way along with our first round of margaritas. The next couple hours breezed by. Lots of sexual innuendo and lot’s of flirting between Steve and Sue, along with multiple margaritas. Steve jumped in and out the pool several times and in a joking fashion was kind of flaunting his cock in front of my wife and I could tell, she was loving it!! She couldn’t take her eyes off it. But at the same time Steve also kept telling me how lucky I was, and how gorgeous Sue was as they talked about all the different things they did to keep fit. There was definitely a connection. The flirting was more and more open as the day went on.

Steve asked me if Sue had any white bikinis?

I said, “You mean see thru like yours Steve?”

He just laughed and said, “I’m sorry Josh, I just can’t help myself! Look at her! God!”

Sue said, “How would your wife feel about that Steve?”

“Oh she would whole heartedly agree with me Sue! She would be flirting with you more than I am.”

That actually made Sue squirm in her lounge chair! Sue was really turned on! And so was I. This was fun! The margaritas kept coming, and Sue’s bikini top seemed to keep getting lower and lower. At one point after Steve hopped in and out of the Antep Escort Bayan pool again, and was lying on his side facing Sue, she said, “My God Steve, you might as well just take them off!”

“I’m not sure the resort would approve Sue and i’m damn sure Josh wouldn’t approve!”

Sue looked right at me and said, “I don’t think Josh would mind one bit actually Steve.”

I was stunned that she just put that out there! I kind of stammered a quick, “We are on vacation!”

“Would you like me to take them off Sue,” Steve asked.

“Yeah I really would Steve, I dare you!”

Steve turned to me and said “Josh, she dared me?”

“A dare is a dare where we come from Steve!”

I wondered just how ballsy this guy was, and just hot hot Sue would be if he did it. I quickly got my answer.

Steve turned on his side facing Sue, facing away from me, and pulled his trunks up and completely exposed his cock to my wife.

“Wow, I didn’t think you’d actually…”

“You dared me!”

“I’m glad I did! It’s, it’s, it’s actually quite beautiful! Now put that beast away before we get kicked out of the hotel for God sakes!”

I think at that point Steve realized that this could actually lead to a lot more than just flirting! That maybe he could actually get into my wife’s pants. Or bikini, as was the case here.

Finally, around 4 o’clock, he was standing right in front Sue right after jumping in the pool again, and now he was clearly slightly hard and clearly really big! While looking at Sue, he just came out with it!

“Josh,” he got my attention. “Would you ever consider letting your gorgeous wife come up to my room with me for a little while? I’d kick myself if I didn’t ask.”

And there it was. Just sitting there for me to respond to. Blood surged to my cock and my stomach did backflips! I didn’t know what to say or what to do! I muttered a long “ummmm” and finally, “That would really be up to Sue Steve, not me!”

Sue looked at me, not believing I just took that bowling ball and tossed it right into her lap! All of a sudden we were in a who is gonna blink first situation! Now, I’m sure the margaritas had a lot to do with it, but Sue just stood up, grabbed her sun glasses and bag, reached out for Steve’s hand and asked “Just for a little while right?”

Steve waived his hand dismissively and said “Yeah, just for a little while.”

She looked back at me giving me one last chance to fold my cards!

“Just for a little while Josh?” The non verbal exchange between us was, if you don’t stop this, this guy is going to take up to his room and fuck my brains out with his huge cock, so speak now or forever hold your peace! (Or piece)

With my throat so tight I could barely get the words out, I shrugged, “Ok, if just for a little while, why not right? “

Sue raised her eyebrows and I noticed her nipples protruding through her bikini top like I don’t ever recall seeing before! The two of them turned and walked away, hand in hand. She threw me one last lustful look over her shoulder that said, OMG, I can’t believe we are actually doing this! She winked and playfully stuck her tongue out at me, and off they went. Holy crap!! A little while turned out to be two and half hours!

After an hour I started walking around the resort which wasn’t all that big. On the top floor, I walked all the way to the end of the hall when I heard it!

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!”

“How’s that feel Sue?, You like that? Do you like that cock?”

“Fuck! Oh my God! So fucking good! So fucking big! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck my little pussy Steve! Oh my fucking God I’m gonna cum again!”

Holy shit!! I had never been so hard in my life.

“I’m gonna cum again too Sue! Are you ready for it? Should I pull out or cum in your pussy again?”

Wow! Again??

“Cum iiiiiin myyyyyyy fucking cuntttttttt!!,” Sue screamed!! She was cumming really fucking hard! I had never before heard her use the word cunt!!

I heard Steve grunting, knowing, he was right then depositing his second load of the afternoon, in my now, no longer a virgin, hot little wife!

There was suddenly some people at the other end of the hall. I had to pretend I was doing something other than listening to my wife getting fucked in the room I as standing outside of. I walked down the hall and headed back to our room. Wondering how long I’d have to wait, to reclaim my incredible and now fully, hot wife!

Finally!! I heard the key in the door. It opened and Sue closed it immediately behind her. She was breathing hard. She leaned back against the door. She said nothing, just looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I knew I needed to speak.

“That was quite a little while,” I said smiling.

“You ok?”, I added.

“I’m really good, are you ok?” She smiled back raising her eyebrows.

“I heard you!”

“What? What do you mean? When?”

“I think maybe about an hour after you left the pool. I took a guess and rode the elevator up to the top floor. And then I walked down to the end of the hall.”

“Really?”, her breathing got heavier. She put her bag down. Her wrap was gone and she continued to just stand there in her bikini. When she put her bag down I noticed that the material covering her butt on the back of her bikini was folded under on one side a little bit. I found this incredibly erotic. It screamed to me that this bikini had been off and had only recently been put back on and without great care at that.

“So…did you like what you heard?” she asked.

I pulled back the covers of he bed, exposing my hard as steel cock. “What do you think”, I asked.

“Oooh, I think you heard something you liked but I don’t know what it was”, she was breathing even heavier. Her breasts rising and falling while still leaning up against the hotel room door. Torturing me!

“Do you want to tell me what you heard? How long did you listen for?”

“Just for a little while”, I smiled.

She beamed back at me! “Oh, I see! And just what exactly did you hear in that little while?”

“Umm, I’m pretty sure I heard Steve ask you if you wanted him to cum in your pussy…again?”, I added for emphasis.

“Ahh, sounds like you may have heard the end of round number two,” she replied as she grabbed the string on the side of her bikini bottom and started pulling at it.

“And how did I respond my love?”

She pulled the string completely and her bikini bottom dropped to the floor. I looked closely at her precious pussy. It was clearly red and swollen. She was sauntering towards me. I could see a very fine string hanging from her. She felt it just as I saw it. She reached down between here legs and attached that bit of cum to her finger and seductively put her finger in her mouth and sucked it like a cock. She climbed up on the bed and straddled me.

“Hmmm? Did you happen to hear my response honey?”

She started lightly grinding her pussy on my rigid cock. I was trembling.

“Hmmm?”

“I think I heard you tell him to, I’m not sure because you may have been having an orgasm, but I think you told him not to pull out and that you wanted him to cum in your…cunt, …again!”

“Fuck! Oh my God, I was so bad honey. I was such a naughty little slut for his cock. His HUGE fucking cock!,” she held her hand up in a C indicating that her hand didn’t can me close to wrapping all the way around his girth. “I hope you are ok with that honey. Are you ok with that?”

She sensed I was gonna cum if she slid her leaking sloppy pussy over my cock any more. She started inching her way up toward my chest. Her pussy leaving no a trail of cum along the way.

“As long as you had fun, I’m very ok with it!”

“Oh I had fun babe. I had a LOT of fun!”

“Well I know you had fun at least twice, but just exactly how many times did you have fun?” I asked her.

She kept inching her way up my body. She reached for the headboard. Her pussy now just inches from my face.

“Are you asking me how many times Steve fucked your wife Josh?”

“Yes”

“You want to know how many times his huge cock stretched out my tight little pussy and fucked it until it shot all that hot cum deep inside me?”

“Fuck yes, tell me, I can’t take it!”

“How bad do you want to know?”

Inching higher.

“So fucking bad!”

“Bad enough to stick your tongue out right now?”

Omg she was gonna fuck my face with her sloppy cunt. I was so hot and turned on I willingly stuck my tongue out as her knees were now by each of my ears. She started gently rubbing her pussy on my tongue. She tasted very different. She reached back and lightly grazed my cock with her nails as she rotated her hips, my tongue now attacking her cunt. Yes cum was flowing out of her. She then reached down and grabbed my head. She held my head so she could put my tongue exactly where she wanted it. I had never had my face fucked quite like this before. She was an animal and I loved it. She was getting close!

“Three times Josh,” she was gonna cum fast I realized, “three fucking times and I must have had 10 fuuuckinggggg orgasms on that cock. I fucking loved it Josh, I loved it sooo much. I have a confession babe, I love big cock, I have always loved big cocks. Thank you for today, it was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing. I love you so fucking much ahhhhhhhhh!”

Jesus! I could barely breathe, she was smothering me while cumming again. The harder she came the more cum came out of her. It was all over my face and in my mouth.

“Eat his cum Josh. Eat that cum from my married little unfaithful used pussy!”

I couldn’t take it any more! I reached up and grabbed her by the waist, taking her by complete surprise. I flipped her on to her back and got between her legs.

“I want my pussy back now!” As I shoved my cock into her cunt in one shot. She was so loose and sloppy, I slid right in. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. I felt like I could get my whole cock and balls into her. She was opened right the fuck up! I pounded her, banging her clit with everything I had. She was screaming as I finally emptied my balls into her pussy in the best orgasm of my entire life. I felt it in my whole body!

As we came back down to earth, we kissed knowing we were sharing a three way kiss as Steve’s cum was all over us. As we started to drift off to sleep, I asked her where her wrap was? She said she must have left it in in his room. She said she could just go get it tomorrow! Get what I asked? She laughed at the obvious insinuation. I then asked her if she knew how long Steve was here for? As she snuggled up to me, with her wet pussy on my leg, she smiled up at me and said “just for a little while”.

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The next morning, we woke up a little groggy but as soon as the memory of the day/night before hit us, we were all over each other. Sue put my hand between her legs and said “He’s still leaking out of me!”

“Ahh, some of that is me remember?”

“Oh yeah, that’s right. You reclaimed me like a wild man last night!”

“Are you sore?”

“A little I think from you at the end. You fucked me really hard!”

“Well you certainly did a good job teasing me when you got back here. I had several hours of pent up energy whereas you …”

“Had several hours of big cock!”

“Yeah that. I’m surprised you aren’t sore from that?”

“I guess I am too but all the sex we had was really slow. He really took his time. The first time we went down on each other, he got me so wet before trying to put that thing in me.”

“So you sucked his big cock? You didn’t mention that last night,” I said smiling at her.

“Oh! I assumed you knew that when I told you how much of a slut I was in his room?”

“I’m not assuming anything cuz I like hearing about it so much!”

“Want me to show you how I sucked his cock honey?”

She slid down in the bed and held my cock in her hand.

“Now just imagine you were about three inches longer and about this thick,” she made that circle with her hand again.

She proceeds to lick up and down my cock and even take my balls in her mouth.

“Did you really put his balls in your mouth like that?”

“Yup. He asked me to, so I did. Do you like it,” she asked as she did it again.

“God yes, it feels amazing.”

“Steve really liked it when I did that and slid my hand up and down his big pole.”

I was close!

“I thought he was about to fill my mouth with cum when all of a sudden he got up and got between my legs. He put the head of his dick against my pussy and just played with it, rubbing the head in circles around my clit really softly until I had me first orgasm. After I came he started slowly easing his cock into me. He must have taken ten minutes to get it all the way into me. I felt sooo full. Stuff d to the brim with huge cock. I came over and over on it..”

At that point she started slowly sucking my cock, going all the ay down. Something she had never done before. It didn’t take me long after that to arch my back and explode in her mouth!

“Fuck that was incredible!”

“Well nice husbands that allow their wives to live out their fantasies should get rewards, don’t you think?”

“Fuck. Oh my God! Whatever you want babe,” I said totally out of breath.

She came up and kissed me and I was reminded of all the cum from the night before.

“Mmmm, I like kissing you with cum in my mouth!”

“I kinda like it too. It’s very ummm. “

“Taboo?”

I laughed, “Yes. Taboo.”

“Lot of taboo on this trip so far,”she winked at me and got up o shower.

An hour later we were having breakfast when Steve walks up and sits down at our table and just starts talking like we are old friends and nothing unusual happened the day before. He had plans to paddle board to a remote beach and asked us if we’d care to come come along. One look at Sue and I knew we were going! We decided we’d meet in another hour and before leaving he stopped and said to me, “You are one lucky bastard Josh!”

“So I hear!”

He turned ro my wife, “Sue did you kiss and tell?”

“Every last detail Steve!” She said winking at him.

“Well that must have made for an exciting night for you two! I’d say this vacation has taken a fantastic turn for the better for all of us!” He squatted down so he could be a little discreet. “Have you guys done anything like that before?”

We both laughed and said, ” Not even close!”

“God you are getting me excited again!”, he almost whispered.

Sue reached her hand down and put it on Steve’s crotch and looked at me.

“Yup, there is no mistaking that, he is getting excited Josh!”

Holy shit!

She reached over and put her hand on my lap, looked at a Steve and said “You both are, and I just finished giving Josh a blowjob less than an hour ago! My God what do they put in the water down here?”

“It’s viagra Sue,” Steve joked. (Or so I thought. Steve had bought a bunch of it the day before at the local pharmacy that sells it over the counter I found out later)

“Ok what now,” I asked wondering if the sex was about to start already.

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It was a very melancholy time for me when I’d moved into my new house. My wife had died about a year prior and so I moved back west to be closer to my children who lived with their mother, my first wife. I was able to afford a small, pleasant house complete with a little bit of yard and a pool and hot tub in the back. It was all that I needed since my kids would still only be visiting me sporadically as they head off to college. My job was mostly a part-time affair since my second wife left me a decent sized estate when she passed away. It was strange to be on my own again after 6 years of marriage, but I’d been on my own plenty before. It’d retired after 22 years at sea as a Master of a commercial tankship, so being alone was nothing new. The good news for me was that at 45 years old, I still looked ok. Six-foot, 195 and the skin care regiment that my late wife insisted upon left me looking 10 years younger.

I’d moved in, met a few of the neighbors, joined the local gym and settled into the life of a bachelor once again. My next door neighbors to the east I’d not met yet. I’d waved to them a couple times as we passed, but I’d not seen them out in front of their house and gone and introduced myself yet. Today, though, I was out in the front of my house mowing the lawn when their car pulled into their driveway. I figured now was as good as a time as any, so I turned off the mower and headed over to say hello.

My neighbors were two black men and they were unloading their groceries from their car when I walked up and said “Hello! I’m your new neighbor, Chris. I moved in just next door and haven’t had a chance until now to say hello.”. We shook hands and they introduced themselves as George and Mike. George is close to my height and weight and had deep ebony skin. Mike was just a few inches shorter and probably weighed only 150 pounds and had a sort of “feminine” way about him. We talked for a few seconds and then I volunteered to help carry their groceries into their house.

As I dropped off their things, I looked at my watch and said “Well, I need to finish my lawn and clean up before kick-off, so you all have a great day!” George said that they were planning on having their regular friends over for the football games and I’d be welcome to join them. I replied that I’d really appreciate that and I’d be back after a while.

I headed home, finished my lawn and got cleaned up. When I returned to my neighbors, there were 4 other people there watching the game, all males. I was introduced around and offered a drink as I found a place to sit. I’m pretty crap with names, so I just tried to remember the host’s names more than anyone else’s. We all chatted during the game and I really was enjoying myself after being on my own for a while.

When half-time of the first game arrived, George yelled “HALF-TIME!” and I heard Mike cheer loudly from the kitchen. Mike came walking out, took George by the hand and lead him up the stairs. I got up to use the restroom and when I returned, I was the only one in the room. I looked around and didn’t see anyone, so I looked out the front door to see if there were still cars out front. There were, so I got another beer from the fridge and sat down. Eventually, everyone came back in pairs and I began to wonder just what the hell had happened. I asked the guy on the couch next to me where everyone had gone he said “Oh, it’s half-time.” I said, yes, I know, but where did you all go? His name was Bill and he looked at me and said “Well, we all watch football together each weekend and at half-time, we have a tradition called “Half-time Hummers”.

I didn’t know what to say, so I said “Ah… Got ‘cha” and turned my attention back to the game. As I sat there, I realized that I was with 6 gay guys and they had each paired up and gone into the other rooms for blowjobs. I really didn’t know what to do at that point, so I went and got another beer. And then another and another until half-time of the second game came along. “Half-time!” was yelled and once again people started to disappear by twos. Before Mike could head upstairs, I made my excuses to leave and he was kind enough to ask me back the following week. I told him I’d be happy to and went home.

On Monday, I got home from work at about 3pm, took off my clothes and put on my robe to head out to the hot tub for a soak. I’d never once worn a swimming suit in my hot tub because I figured that my back yard was secluded enough that no one would see me. About 15 minutes into a relaxing soak, I heard someone at my back gate saying “Knock-Knock!” I looked over and there was my neighbor Mike waving at me. I told him to come on in and he opened the gate and come over to the hot tub. My robe was hanging on the hook, but I’d have had to get out of the tub to put it on, so I just sat there and tried to act natural knowing that the bubbles would hide most of me. Mike walked over to the edge of the tub and said “Did we frighten you away yesterday? I hope we didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Not Escort Bayan Gaziantep at all. It’s just that I was getting a little drunk and I haven’t had sex since my wife died, so I was just feeling a little lonely and headed home. I was having a lot of fun and I like your friends.”

“Good. They liked you too and everyone wondered where you went,” said Mike. “I just told them that you had to get home and you’d see them all next week. Can you come again next week?”

I told him I’d be there for kick off of the first game at the latest.

He turned to look at my house and said “I never knew the people who lived here before you. They kept to themselves, mostly. Can I get the fifty-cent tour while I’m here?”

“I’d love to show you around, but, ummm, I’m kind of naked right now. “

“Oh,” Mike said. “Well, here, I get you your robe” and he picked up my robe off the rack and held it out so I could step into it, rather like a man would hold a woman’s coat to help her get it on.

Fresh out of excuses, I stood up and climbed out of the tub. Mike was right in front of me and the when the water level was at about my knees, he pulled the robe down and said “Nice tattoo! ” He then bent down toward my waist to inspect the work I’d had done in Singapore years before. It is a tattoo of an anchor, very well done, with the name “GLORIA” written across the top. It’s just below my waist line to the right of my groin, so my late wife was the only one to ever see it.

He reached out and touched it and asked “Who’s Gloria?”

“That would be my late wife, Michael,” and I grabbed my robe and put it on.

“When did you get it done?”

I told him “I had it done in about 5 years ago, right after I’d gotten married. Got it in Singapore from the only tattoo artist I’ve ever seen that didn’t have a tattoo himself.”

“Ah, I see. I also see you shave your pubic hair, but not your legs. Why not?”

I looked at him and thought that was a rather odd question, but I told him that I started shaving my pubes at the age of 29 because I had to when I got my vasectomy. I’d done it ever since because I like the way it looks and feels and my late wife really liked it. I didn’t shave my legs because I didn’t think it would look right when I wore shorts, but I must say I’d thought about shaving my legs more than once.

I lead him into the house and showed him around. The fifty-cent tour took about fifty seconds and I showed him to the door. “See you Sunday!” he said as he left.

Sunday rolled around and walked over to Mike and George’s house just about the time the first game was kicking off. I brought a bottle of wine with me and some nibbles I’d put together and as I was walking up the drive, Bill and another man were walking as well. We said hello and I was introduced to Phil. Bill and Phil was something I thought I could remember and we headed to the door. Bill even looked a little bit like Derek Jeter, but the nose was all wrong. He was about 6 foot and 210 and he obviously took good care of himself. George let us in and I found Mike in the kitchen. “Wasn’t Bill with someone else last week?” I asked Mike.

“Bill is kind of a player. He brings someone new almost every week,” Mike told me.

Interesting enough, I thought and went into the main room to watch some football. The other couple from the week before was there as well, a pair of black guys named Leroy and Tom. I said sat down and drank my beer while we all enjoyed the game and chatted.

Half-time was fast approaching and George stood up and said “Since Chris is new and all by himself, we have a new rule this week: One couple has to stay in tv room with him and keep him company during half time.”

I told him that it was unnecessary, but it was a kind thought, but I was overruled. Half-time came and George and Mike drew the short straws and remained with me while the others went for Half-time Hummers.

I must admit that it was a little strange sitting there with two guys knowing that the other guys were getting or giving blow jobs just down the hall. Truth be told, it was turning me on. Mike turned the volume to mute on the tv and turned to me and asked “So, Chris. You’re not gay are you?”

I replied that I was not.

“Not even a little?”

I asked how someone could be “just a little gay?”

“You know, just a little curious about gay sex.”

I was sitting on one end of the couch and Mike was on the other with George between us. George reached over and put his arm around Mike and said “Now don’t go freaking him out, Mike.”

I wasn’t freaked and I said so. Had I thought about gay sex? Sure. I had a cousin who was a policeman in San Diego who was gay. When he came to visit with his boyfriend once, my first wife and I were grilling him for information about his lifestyle and sex. One of the things I remember was when he was talking about anal sex and how unbelievable it was. I remember his boy friend telling us that my cousin gave the best head ever.

“So you have thought about it.” Mike said.

Yes, of course. I’m sitting here in a house where I know at least two people are getting their cocks sucked in the very next room. Of course I’ve thought about it. I’m thinking about it now.

“Interesting,” Mike said. He turned to George and said “I saw his tattoo the other day. He has an anchor with his wife’s name on it right here” and he pointed to my hip.

“What the hell are you doing looking at his tattoo for?” George asked.

“Oh, relax. I was talking to him and he got up out of his jaccuzzi and I saw it. He also shaves his pubes. But not his legs.”

George looked at him and said “Yea, anything else?” in a way that made me think I might be seeing the beginning of a lover’s quarrel.

“No,” said Mike. “Just the tattoos and the no pubes. ”

I was sitting there in the awkward silence for a few seconds sipping my fourth beer and was starting to feel a little drunk when Mike started in again on me. “So, what do you think of when you think of gay sex?”

I don’t know. I think about what my cousin said about anal feeling amazing. I can say that my wife used to love to play with my asshole when she would suck my cock. She gave amazing head so I was more than willing to let her do what ever she wanted to me when she was sucking me off.

“Oooo, what did she like to do?”

Well, it started out with her fingers just teasing my asshole as she sucked me. Then sometimes she would lick my balls and run her tongue along my ‘taint and then rim me. THAT was fucking awesome, I gotta tell you. Then she started to do all that and then stick a finger or two up my ass and tease my prostate. Of course, this all went over a period of years, not all at once.

“Sure. Don’t want to rush things like this, do we. What else did she do?”

What else? Well, she used her vibrator on me a few times. I liked that. At first, she just put it in and sucked my cock, but then she’d start to fuck me with it and that usually got me off quickly. I laughed a little and told them about the time when I’d just flown in from the ship after a 4 month trip and when we got home, my wife stripped me naked and threw me on the bed and just kept teasing me and teasing me and teasing me with her mouth until I was begging her to let me cum. She told me I could cum if I promised to do what I was told the rest of the night. Of course I agreed and so she finished me off with her mouth. Then she came up for a kiss and pushed the massive load I’d just pumped into her mouth into my mouth while kissing me. I had no choice but to swallow. She thought that was crazy hot and so just about every time I came in her mouth, she’d push it into my mouth. And she REALLY liked me to cum in her mouth after that. I bet 80% of my orgasms went into her mouth and then into mine.

“Did you like that?” Mike asked me.

Well, it’s not offensive tasting or anything and I don’t think that there’s anything wrong with it. I mean, she was getting a good dose of her juices when she’d suck me off after being in her pussy, so why not? Neither of us saw anything wrong with it.

“Interesting,” said Mike.

Well, that’s not the end of that particular story. After that, my wife had me get into the shower to wash the travel off of me and while I was there getting cleaned up, she put changed her clothes, put on her robe and stood at the door talking to me. When I got out, she reminded me that I’d promised to do whatever it is she wanted today. I said I remembered and she told me to get down on my hands and knees by the sink. I went over to the mat on the floor and did as I was told. I heard her moving some things around and running water and then I felt something very cold being smeared up and down my ass crack. I looked down between my legs and there was a razor sitting on the floor. She was going to shave my ass! I asked her just what the hell she was doing and she slapped my ass and yelled “No talking!” We’d never played the dominatrix game before, but I figured it was worth a try and might be fun. So, she shaved my ass and then she had me get up on the bed on my hands and knees. I figured that she was just going to use her vibrator on me, which I really did in enjoy, but I was very wrong. She walked alongside the bed, took off her robe and I about shit. She was wearing a strap-on vibrator! I couldn’t believe it! Annnnnnd, I can’t really believe that I’m telling you two this story. I’ve known you like a week now and here I am telling you the freaky things my wife and I used to do.

“It’s ok! I’m really enjoying this and, by the looks of it, so are you.” Then Mike nodded toward the obvious erection under my jeans.

Sorry, I’ve not had sex in a long time. I’m thinking the crack of dawn looks pretty good anymore.

I sat there drinking my beer watching the half-time guys go through the score in silence for a minute or so.

“Well?” George asked me.

Well, what?

“What happened next for crying out loud! Don’t leave us hanging!”

Oh, sorry. Anyway, so I’m facing the headboard and so she climbs up in front of me, puts the vibrator in front of my face, grabs the back of my head and starts making me suck on it. Then she really got into it as well, telling me to suck her cock and saying “Yea, you like to suck my cock, don’t you?” and all sorts of things like that. This was a side of my wife I’d never known before so it was an amazing turn-on. I’d just blown my load about 10 minutes prior to that and I was hard as a rock and ready to go again! My head was spinning as I’m allowing my wife to push her cock into my mouth and then pulling it out and telling me to lick it like I like her to lick mine. Then, she got up and moved around behind me and said “Now, I’m going to fuck you like you like to fuck me. Fucking me from behind makes you come every time, so we’re going to see if it has the same effect on me!” I felt her smear some lube on my ass and then she slid her finger in my asshole. I always loved when she did that. She didn’t have terribly large or long fingers, but she knew how to make me squirm with them, that’s for sure. So she starts to pump me with her finger, faster and faster and then she pulls out. I could hear her say “Are you ready? Are you ready to get fucked like you like to fuck me?” At that point, I was so spun-up and horny, I screamed “YES!!” So, she moved the head of her vibrator up to my hole and rubbed it down the crack of my ass teasing me. “No, you’re not ready yet. You need to ask me for it. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you first.” So I start to beg her. “Please baby. Fuck my ass with your cock. Stick your cock in me. I need to feel your cock in my ass.” Then she tells me to spread my cheeks so she can watch it go in and so now I’m face down on the pillow, ass high in the air with both hands reaching around spreading my ass so my wife can fuck me with a strap-on. And let me tell you something: she did. She pushed right in and the feeling was much different than her regular vibrator felt like. I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe because I could feel her hips slamming into my ass as she pushed into me or maybe it was the visual I had in my head of her fucking me that made it incredible. I don’t know. But it was the wildest sex we’d had up until that point.

I sat there for a few seconds and said “She died in a car accident about three weeks after that.”

Silence fell over the room and Bill and Phil returned just in time to save me from the awkwardness. Tom and Leroy came back a few seconds later and the party was back on again. I sat there a few minutes and I really was a bit embarrassed about telling that story. But, then I thought a guy needs friends in life and I don’t have any local friends here and these guys haven’t asked me to leave yet so I’m probably ok.

We continued to watch the football and talk and I kept drinking because I was still pretty nervous about what I’d told Mike and George earlier. The conversation turned back to sex not long after when Mike said “I can’t wait for half time! I missed out this last time!” Bill asked what the three of us who stayed behind talked about they were gone and of course Mike told everyone “Chris told us all about how he thinks about gay sex!”

My face got really red at that point and I was very embarrassed when the other four guys all took an interest in the topic of me and gay sex. If I could have found a corner to hide in, I would have liked nothing more than to do just that.

Mike went on and on telling everyone about how my wife liked to make me eat my own cum and how she really liked fucking me with her vibrators.

Bill looked at me and said “Really? You did that? What else have you done?”

I was very embarrassed at this point, so I tried to make light of it all, but Bill was having none of that.

“You’d probably like it, Chris. You should try it sometime!”

I knew I was doomed at this point and there was no way to change the subject, so I said “Well, I probably would. I just couldn’t do the kissing. I don’t think I could kiss a guy.”

Everyone thought that was pretty funny and Mike said “So, you’d suck a cock and let a guy fuck you in the ass, but you wouldn’t kiss him?”

Yea, that’s about the size of it. I’ve never met a man that I thought was very attractive because I think that the female form is so much hotter. But, yea. I guess I would do all those things. I guess there’s something liberating about having someone use your body for their own pleasure.

I’m not kidding when everyone in the room burst out laughing. “Are you sure you’re not gay? “

I’m positive. I’d go home with a woman 100 times out of 100 before I’d go home with a man, but under the right circumstances, I’d take a cock in my ass. And I’d probably like it.

That’s about the time I realized I was getting drunk and had better stop before things got out of hand. So, I switched to water in an attempt to sober up a bit and settled in to watch some more football. I went home after the second game was over and couldn’t believe all the things I’d said.

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I approach you as you brush your hair. The light reflecting off your auburn tresses is the color of a Florida sunset over the Gulf. You are so beautiful. I give in to temptation and wrap my arms around you. My hands come up to cup your full breasts. My thumbs tease your now aroused nipples.

“Mmmmm,” you purr as you press your lovely ass back against my throbbing hardness.

I rub against you, feeling like I can force my way right through both of our clothing. I have to have you. Now!

My hands glide down to your waist, then up, bringing with them your sweatshirt. I toss it aside, then let my fingertips glide down your back, sending pleasant Escort Bayan Gaziantep chills down your spine. My lips find that sensitive spot just below your ear, and I nibble it softly. You close your eyes, and bite your lower lip as you feel yourself getting wet. My fingers unfasten your jeans, and you’re hands join mine to slide the material over the curve of your hips. I lower myself to my knees as I slide your jeans down your shapely legs, admiring your luscious body. You step free of the material, turning to face me, and lean back against the sink. I lean forward, inhaling the sweet aroma of your sex. My hands move behind you, gripping the cheeks of your ass. I hook my fingers on the waist of your panties, and slide them down and off. My hands grip your ass again, pulling you forward, bringing your sex within reach of my lips and tongue.

I brush my lips over your soft, trimmed pubic hair. I follow it down, flicking my tongue between the soft folds between your legs.

You gasp, your muscles spasm, and I know I’ve found that special nub of flesh which is the center of your pleasure. My tongue circles around it, then moves away. I don’t want it to end too soon. My lips move down your right thigh, then up the left, nearing your clit, then moving down again. I slip my tongue inside you, tasting your juices. I curl it and flick it back and forth, causing your knees to buckle. You grab my shoulders, gasping for breath. My lips move away again, down your thighs, around to the backs of your knees. I know this drives you crazy.

I’m not very good at teasing- I want to taste you, now! My lips work their way back up your thighs, tasting you.

My tongue probes you, finding your clit again, and I suck it between my lips, moving my head from side to side.

You cry out, grinding your pelvis against my face, your fingers digging into my shoulders. You bite your lip as the waves of pleasure wash over your body.

I kiss my way up your lovely body, kissing your open lips. I take you by the hand, leading you to our bedroom for more.

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This is a four-part white woman, black man cuckolding novel. It is written based on fantasy sexual scenarios. Some characters are written as stereotypes in order to advance this fantasy. The cuckold character behaves weakly and doesn’t stand up for himself. The black bull characters behave aggressively, and are not written as living human beings should be. This is part of the fantasy. This disclaimer should serve as an explicit condemnation of racism and stereotyping. Finding something disgusting to be sexually exciting does not make it any less disgusting. Fantasy is the only place for this.

If the scenario above does not sound exciting to you, please do not read this. In addition to interracial cuckolding, this story features bullying, verbal and sexual humiliation (but no physical pain), family betrayal (but no incest), college students (all over 18), fitness, sweat, showers, roommates, money, and fashion.

It took me a long time to write this, and I would love to hear feedback from readers. Please reach out to me in the comments or through the author portal.

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Part Three: Home Life

Chapter 31: A Physical

Dr. Caesar had been treating Leah and her family for years. He remembered hearing from her parents when she was accepted into college. It was a treat to have her home for Thanksgiving vacation and back in his office for an annual check up.

“Strip down, please,” he asked, and Leah did as he told. He didn’t ask all of his patients to strip, but the lecherous old man hadn’t gotten laid with the wife that day, and young Leah was too good to resist.

“Very fine physique you have,” Dr. Caesar proclaimed, glancing up Leah’s slender white body from her round knees to her pink nipples.

“Medically speaking that is,” he added.

“Thanks Doc,” Leah said, “To be quite honest, I’ve been through a wringer at school.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

“I don’t think I have enough time to get into the details,” Leah admitted, “But let’s just say it’s been very physically taxing.”

“Exercise is good for you,” the doctor said, “No worry there.”

“Thanks,” Leah said, rolling her eyes. She was sure the old man had no idea what she really meant.

“And what medicine are you on?” he asked, “Be honest. I need you to include everything you take, even if it’s illegal, so I can understand.”

“Well, alcohol, for sure,” she started, “And pot, sometimes at parties. I haven’t done anything harder. Oh, and my birth control of course.”

“Birth control! I don’t think I prescribed you that.”

“No, I got it from Planned Parenthood. My parents pay for you, so I didn’t want to tell you about it when I was in high school. Now I’m a legal adult and I go to college, so who cares?”

“You’re still seeing that Drew boy?”

“Yeah, I’ve been with Drew,” Leah said, truthfully. It was hard for her to answer if she was really “still seeing” him. After the night in his dorm room where she had been fucked out of her mind by Darius, she and Drew had been a little weird. She apologized and said a million times it was an accident. He said he forgave her, but she wasn’t sure he meant it.

“I don’t know why you’re with him,” Dr. Caesar said candidly, “I did his physical just a couple months ago. He’s out of shape and at risk for heart disease, diabetes, the list goes on. You’re in peak physical perfection. Surely you can imagine finding a new boyfriend?”

“Dr. Caesar!” Leah exclaimed, “That’s so rude.”

“I’m being honest,” he said, with a sly grin, “You must have had offers at college.”

Leah laughed inside her head.

“Tell me more about sex with him, then,” he continued, “Does he ejaculate inside you?”

“Speaking honestly, not anymore,” she said, “Drew and I have been trying a new thing where he, uh, saves himself.”

“Saves himself? You mean Drew doesn’t cum?”

“Exactly,” Leah said, “We focus on my pleasure. So I get to relax, and he stays a bit more dedicated.”

“Hmm,” Dr. Caesar said, pensively. “As your doctor, it makes me glad to hear you are having regular orgasms. Do you enjoy sex?”

“Absolutely,” Leah said, crossing her legs, “I love it.”

“Great,” Dr. Caesar said, “Then I think this is actually an excellent healthy arrangement you’ve stumbled on. Clearly you care about your physical fitness. It’s important to you that you keep yourself healthy and fit. Orgasms are part of that, and I bet you are a real moaner during.”

Leah blushed, confirming Dr. Caesar’s hypothesis.

“Anyway, you get to enjoy that. And Drew, who is physically inferior, with a weaker body and little regard for it, he can start to reach a level where he might actually be able to please you. A guy like that needs a bit of desperation if he’s going to compete on your level, isn’t that right?”

“That makes perfect sense, doctor,” Leah said, “Drew and I had been discussing lessening his arrangement, so that he can cum once a week with me. What Escort Bayan Gaziantep do you think about that?”

“A week? That’s very frequent. I had many patients who orgasm every week. Have you considered once a month?”

“Once a month?!” Leah said, taken aback, “That’s going to be excruciating on poor Drew.”

“That’s precisely the point, isn’t it?”

“I guess so,” Leah admitted, “Thank you doctor.”

“Don’t mention it, it’s my job.”

Leah’s buttocks were beginning to shiver as she sat naked on the cold table.

“Can I get dressed now, doc?” she asked.

“Not yet,” Dr. Caesar said, “I have one more question for you about your sexual health. Could you please share with me the size of your boyfriend Drew’s penis?”

“The size?” Leah asked, “Well, It’s pretty sure it’s, uh.” She remembered that Mackenzie had run her experiments, and that she had heard Drew’s dick size. 4.5? 4.7? Leah couldn’t remember.

“It’s about this big,” she said, showing Dr. Caesar on her arm the length of Drew’s prick.

“Miss, thank you for the demonstration, but I need it in inches.”

“Well I don’t know it in inches,” she confessed, and then followed with a lie, “It’s not like I measured.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Dr. Caesar said, “It would have been very helpful information.”

“Well, can’t we figure it out? There has to be a way,” Leah asked.

“Let me think,” Dr. Caesar said, “You said you’ve had sex with Drew many times, correct?” Leah nodded. She hadn’t lately, but in high school, Drew and she were inseparable.

“So you must remember how deep he can penetrate you.” Leah said that of course she could.

“Let’s try this,” he said, pulling a tongue depressor from a jar on the side, “This thing is about 6 inches long. His penis isn’t longer than this, is it?”

“Of course not,” Leah said laughing. She knew that he was considerably smaller than any of the other men she had fucked in the last few weeks.

“Then let’s try this,” he said, “I’ll insert this into you, and you tell me when it’s reached where Drew normally reaches inside you. And then we can measure.”

“Alright,” Leah said, spreading her legs and revealing her pussy to the doctor.

“I’m afraid I don’t have lubricant,” the doctor admitted.

“Don’t worry about that,” Leah said, and reached her hands down to her pussy, “I can just get wet for you.”

Dr. Caesar watched Leah pleasure herself for a few moments unless she was sopping wet all over the examination able.

“So sorry about the mess,” she apologized.

“No, it’s perfect,” the doctor said salaciously.

Dr. Caesar opened Leah’s pussy lips and stuck the rod inside her. She let out a moan of pleasure as he entered her.

“Mmm that feels good,” Leah said, revealingly, “But you’re already too deep. Drew is shorter than that.”

The doctor pulled out an inch. “What about now?”

“Close, but still a little smaller.”

“You tell me when to stop.” The doctor slowly withdrew the stick from Leah, carefully pressing against her vaginal walls, until she told him he had it.

“That’s about as deep as Drew ever got.”

“Let’s see then.” The doctor marked the wet dripping stick with a pen and held it against a ruler on the desk. “Drew is about 4.7 inches hard, it would seem.”

“4.7 inches?” Leah asked, nodding that that sounded familiar, “It’s when you love someone, you don’t notice their flaws as deeply.”

The doctor laughed. “I won’t tell Drew you said that.”

“Thanks.”

Dr. Caesar scribbled down some notes.

“One last thing, dear, then you should get getting,” Dr. Caesar said, “I’ve been a loyal doctor to your family for many years, but I have been hoping to change professions.”

“Dr. Caesar, that’s unexpected. You don’t want to be a doctor anymore?’

“No, not that,” he said, “I just want to move away from being a general physician and move into something specialized.”

“That’s very exciting for you, I will miss you.”

“Thank you dear,” he said, “But I have more. I’m hoping to become a sports physician and treat injuries and preventative measure for athletes.”

“Wow!” Leah gasped, “I think you’d do great.”

“Bless your heart, dear, but please let me finished. I’m actually asking you for a favor. I know you’re only a freshman, but your campus is home to so many athletes. Do you happen to know any, and you could connect us.”

Leah thought for a moment. Of course there was Darius, the star of the football team, but things were awkward right now after he pounded her brains away in front of Drew. But there was also—

“How about the Coach of the baseball team?” she suggested.

“You know him? That would be incredible.”

“Let me see what I can do,” Leah said, “And if it all works out, you’ll owe me one.”

Chapter 32: Time with Mom

Drew woke up to a flood of sunlight. It was so strange to be back in his childhood bed after having been away for months at college.

He looked down between his legs his uncomfortably determined morning wood. It had been like this every morning since he cut back on jerking off. He sighed, dying for the chance to tough himself, but he knew he’d have to wait for Leah’s cue.

He got dressed and went down the stairs. It seemed no one was home, so he made himself a bowl of cereal. Being away in a tiny dorm room made him forget how nice it was to live in a mansion like the one his parents owned.

It was the day before Thanksgiving. Drew had gotten back to his home town late the night before, after staying on campus to study for a test. Leah had left days before, so he hadn’t seen her for a bit.

Since he was alone, he sat in his underwear, shirtless in front of the TV, and decided to turn on the TV. He flipped through the channels, enjoying his vacation break with a smile.

“Excuse me young man, what are you doing eating on the floor like that? In your underwear? For God’s sake, please cover up this instant!”

Drew bolted up from where he sat. He had assumed he was alone, but it looks like he was wrong.

Drew’s mom Eve was a towering woman with broad shoulders, long hair, and a considerable bust that she kept propped up in one of her enormous tan bras. Despite her instance that Drew cover up his underwear, Eve was always leaving her bras hanging to dry in the laundry room, where the whole family could see.

She clicked her high heels on the kitchen tile as she grabbed Drew’s cereal from the counter and put it away. Her many gold bracelets jingled as she walked, as did the large ornate necklace that hung on top of her colorful ruffled top.

“Please put some pants on,” Drew’s mom ordered, “I need your help at the dance studio this morning. If you’re going to be home from college, you’re sure not going to just sit on your ass all day.”

Drew’s mom ran a dance studio downtown that was popular for giving ballet and tap lessons to children. Eve was never a dancer, but she supported the arts, and ran her studio with the ruthlessness of a Fortune 500 CEO.

“Yes, mom,” Drew complied, dashing up the stairs. As he tucked on his pants, he struggled to keep his still-hard erection zipped up.

At the dance studio, Drew helped carry dance mats from a crate in the back, unfurled them, and then swept up dust with a broom. His mother sat at the desk with her feet up, counting the money three times and then reading a magazine with a model on the cover.

“Sweetheart, finish wiping down the mirrors,” she told him, when there was the ring of a bell at the front. The studio was closed for break, so Eve stepped down to see who it was.

“Darling!” she cried, and leaped into her husband’s arms. Eve’s husband Rick had launched a successful app that he sold for over a billion dollars. Then he retired, moving out here and finding a beautiful woman ten years his senior to bang. That woman turned out to be Drew’s mom, fresh on her divorce from his father.

Despite marrying Drew’s mom when many years before, Rick was never around growing up, having preferred to go to the office and on long vacations with his busty wife. Besides, the athletic and competitive step-father had more in common with the older son, Roger, than with the unambitious Drew.

“What brings you here?” Eve asked, glancing over at Drew, “Drew, say hi to Rick.”

“Hello, sir,” Drew said, which is how he always addressed him.

Rick nodded at the boy quickly before turning back to Eve.

“Just popping out to see you, my dear,” he said, nuzzling Drew’s mom’s neck with his face.

“Oh, honey,” Eve crooned, shivering where she stood, “Let’s go in the back office.”

“Drew,” Eve called, “Please just finish sweeping up. I need to talk to my husband.” They slammed shut the office door.

As Drew continued to clean, he could hear the vibrating sounds of the office from behind the big dance studio mirror. A cold shiver of discomfort ran up his spine as he realized the situation.

He could cleanly hear the sounds of his mother’s bra straps being unclasped. Her big brown tits hanging freely in the office. And the zipper sound of Rick’s pants coming down, his massive dick slapping Eve in the face before she gobbled it down.

Despite almost two decades of marriage, Rick and Eve were still monstrously horny for each other. Drew could remember embarrassing incidents in his senior year of high school. One time, he walked into the kitchen to find his mother completely naked except for an apron. Her big breasts were so close to spilling out of the open sides.

“Relax, please,” Eve told her son when he stepped through the doorway, “I’m serving your step father dinner tonight. You should just go get takeout.”

This was not an abnormal episode in the household. Rick loved to sexualize his busty wife, whether she was someone’s mother or not. He was used to hearing the sound of his mother writhing in pleasure echo through the family home. But having been away for college, he had forgotten.

The dance studio mirror swung an inch off the wall as the bodies slammed into it on the other side. “I need those big juicy tits in my mouth!” Rick yelled.

Then, the moans began. Drew’s mom’s body grunting and screaming as her husband pleasured her deeply. Rick’s masculine shouts as he shoved more of his long prick into the woman as she begged for it.

Drew tried to stay focused on the work, but Eve’s moans were too hard to ignore.

He suddenly missed Leah more than anything. Here was his own mom getting dicked out of her mind, and he was still rock hard horny with no release.

Some time later, Rick and Eve emerged from the office. Eve’s ruffled blouse was disheveled, and her normally perfect hair was out of line and sticking up towards the back. She had a line of sweat on her neck that was dripping down into her cleavage behind her blouse.

Rick leaned in and passionately kissed Drew’s mom one last time before he waved goodbye.

“Phew,” Eve said, breathing deeply and smiling, “That was something. Drew, are you almost done with the mirrors?”

“Yes mom,” Drew answered.

“Good,” she said, “Because we have more to do.”

Drew frowned as his mom shepherded him into the car for more work. He was mad at her already for invading his vacation with these chores, and then again for subjecting him to her lovemaking with that prick of a step father Rick.

They arrived at the mall, and Eve had her son drop her close to the entrance and then park himself and walk. The only available spot was on the very top of the parking garage, so he was out of breath by the time he finally found where his mom was shopping.

She handed him four bags to carry of clothes she had bought while he was parking. They were heavy, and she clicked along merrily with her arms completely free as Drew struggled to carry all the merchandise.

“One last store,” she said, subjecting Drew to enter a large department store and sit in the women’s section waiting. Eve selected an armful of blouses, dresses, skirts, and more, and headed to the dressing room to try them on.

Drew sat bored and frustrated as he watched his mom head behind the half-sized door into the privacy of the dressing room. He loved his mom and cared about her deeply, but he was in a bad mood.

A man in a black hoodie brushed past where Drew was sitting. The man had a beard and was wearing sunglasses, which was strange because they were indoors. The man entered the dressing room directly next to Drew’s mom’s.

The door to the dressing room left half a foot of space from the floor, and Drew saw his mom’s shirt drop to the floor, followed soon by her skirt, and then her bra. She was completely naked in there.

That’s when it happened. The man in the dressing room next to her leaned down to the floor, so that Drew could see his torso. Then, with his right hand, he slowly extended an iPhone under the gap so that the phone’s camera was directly positioned at his mom’s naked mom.

This guy was taking nude shots of his mom!

Drew grinned privately to himself in smug satisfaction. Normally, he would have called the creep out and had him kicked out of the place. But he was so mad at his mom, that he grinned watching the perv snap pictures of his mom’s big breasts and tight body. Served her right for being such a bitch to him all morning.

After fifteen minutes, Drew’s mom has changed outfits in the dressing room multiple times. The pervert must have had hundreds of pictures, not just of his mom’s naked body, but posing in an array of businesswear, lingerie, and swimsuits. The fucking creep hit the jackpot.

Eve finally emerged from the stall holding a pile of clothes to purchase. A minute later, the man left with a big smile on his face.

As Drew carried the multiple bags on his way to the car, a pit began to form in his stomach. He realized that this man was probably going home to jerk his slimy dick thinking about his mom’s perfect body. And then, who knows who else would see those pictures. His mom’s naked body would probably live forever.

It made him feel sick inside, and so he decided he needed to forgive his mom for the chores. It would be his pleasure to help her out on his vacation.

Chapter 33: Going to the Office

After the doctor’s visit, Leah got a text from her father. He asked if she could come over to the office because he had something he wanted to discuss with her.

Leah quickly went back home to change. Being away at school, she had missed her home as much as Drew did. On her family’s estate, she had pool house attached to her room, with a hot tub, a kitchen, and a walk in closet filled wall to wall with expensive clothes. Because her parents were not divorced like Drew’s were, her estate was much richer and larger than his.

She knew how to dress when she had to go to her father’s office. Something professional, but stylish. She always took a page from the fashion books of the women who worked for her father. Tight pencil skirts, long straightened hair, chic black frame glasses. Leah usually wore contacts, but depending on the dress she planned to wear, she was considering some Gucci lenses she had wanted to wear more often.

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